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Reversal of Fortune - Chapter Two Copyright 2007 by An Awful Cad M/F, MMF, Oral, Anal, Mast, Veggie, Cheat, NC, Reluct This story is the continuation of Reversal of Fortune Ch. 01. Disclaimer: Its porn. Dont read it if it might offend you, if it's illegal for you, or if you have an actual or mental age of less than 18. Part 1 After our climactic orgasms, we both sat there silently, literally and figuratively drained. At least I was literally drained. She had a belly (and face) full of my hot semen. I handed her a sock to wipe the sticky mess from her face. I watched with amusement as she attempted to clean herself up. Resuming my dominant demeanor, I told her, "I guess you can be a good girl when you try. That was a good job there." I said, fully meaning the pun, although I don't think she got it. "That's all for today. We can deal with the window tomorrow when I have some more information." I told Sherry to come by in the morning, when I would have spoken to the insurance folks and the window repairman. I wasn't sure exactly what Sherry would do, or even what I wanted to happen. This dominance thing was new to me. I guess I sort of thought that she wouldn't show up, or that she would send Harvey and that would be the end of it. But I was wrong. At ten the next morning, there was a knock on the door. The kids were at school and I opened the door to find Sherry standing there. She was by herself and was dressed in a conservative, high-necked, long sleeved blouse, buttoned down the front, and an ankle-length black skirt. Her eyes were cast down at the floor and she was nervously wringing her hands in front of her. I led her to the living room and offered her a drink, which she declined. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from her seat on the couch, but so close our knees were almost touching. I felt relaxed and confident. My destiny had literally knocked on my door. I knew that despite her attempt to conceal her sexuality behind prudish clothing, she had come back to be my obedient servant, ready and willing to do anything I asked of her. "Sherry, I'm afraid it's bad news." I stated ominously. I was pretty sure our new relationship wasn't really about the window, or her ability to get it fixed, but it seemed to trigger a certain response from her so I launched into the details of how much it would cost to get the window repaired and that with the deductible on the insurance, it would be quite expensive to replace. As I recited the cold, hard (somewhat exaggerated) facts, I reached out and began unbuttoning Sherry's blouse. By the time I finished, her blouse was open to her waist. Her eyes were closed; she was breathing heavily as I slipped the sheer fabric off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to expose her pert breasts. Admiring her exposed flesh, I ran my fingernails lightly over the soft mounds of her chest, drawing an involuntary shiver from Sherry and stiffening her nipples to hard little points. I pulled her forward off the couch until she knelt on the floor in front of me. Unbuttoning my pants to release my throbbing shaft, I grabbed her head and slowly fed her my engorged stalk. I wrapped my hand around her head, feeling her dark, silky hair cascading over my fingers and roughly fucked her face until I came deep in her mouth. This time she did a much better job of taking my load, and afterwards I looked at her, kneeling on the floor between my legs, panting slightly. Her mouth was open and her lips were glossed with a shiny mixture of spit and my cum. She sat immobile, with her eyes averted, as if she was waiting for something. I had a pretty good idea what she wanted. "Stand up." I ordered. She was an incongruous sight as she stood for my inspection. Naked from the waist up, chest heaving slightly from her exertions, cheeks flushed and lips wet with my man milk, while down below her long black skirt covered every inch of her flesh and looked like it could have been worn by a Mormon schoolmarm. "You may finish now." I told her, zipping my cock back into my pants. She gave a slight whimper and hesitated. "Go on," I said. "On the couch." With a look of relief she sat back on the couch and reached under the folds of her skirt. Her hand went straight to her crotch and began a rapid rubbing motion. "Stop!" I barked abruptly. She froze with her hand buried in her twat and although she did not look at me, I could see the panic and shame in her eyes. I lifted her skirt and bunched it around her waist, so I could see her hand burrowing inside her pretty pink panties. Grabbing the soft cotton on either side, I pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her glistening bush and soft thighs, until the damp fabric was twisted around her ankles. I spread her knees wide, exposing her steaming pink slit and engorged clit. "You may continue." I told her. Sherry's face was red with shame and she tried to avoid eye contact as she resumed stroking her pussy, a little slower now. I stared as her fingers dipped into her dripping cunt and circled her swollen clitoris. I don't know who enjoyed her performance more, her or me, although within a few minutes, she was the one who was biting her fist to stifle a moan as her orgasm overtook her in a series of wrenching tremors. I let her recline on the couch as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. As she caught her breath, I enjoyed the thought of how thoroughly I had turned this once-chaste housewife and mother into a cock sucking whore and sex slave, willing to do my bidding. I reached out and petted her abused and still sensitive pussy, causing her to jump at the touch. "You may go now." I told her, "but be back at the same time tomorrow." With that, I walked out of the room, leaving her to reassemble her clothes and get out. Sure enough, the next morning, at the `stroke' of 10, Sherry knocked on the door. In fact, Sherry made herself available every morning for the next week and I took advantage of the opportunity to train her in the fine arts of cock sucking and suburban whoring. I taught her to kneel in front of me and to keep her eyes open and holding my gaze when she blew me. With much uncomfortable practice (uncomfortable for her, that is) I taught her to take my cock deep in her throat and tongue my balls while massaging my pole with her throat muscles until I blasted my load directly down her gullet and into her stomach. I taught her how to heighten my orgasm by sucking and fondling my balls and asshole when I came. By the end of the week she had mastered enough skills so that she could have earned a good living working the docks of San Pedro. Eventually, I fucked her too. But that seemed to have the wrong emotional subtext and didn't produce quite the same rush for me, although it was fun to send her home with her cunt all soupy and awash with my jism. Part 2 Depravity is a drug. And I was hooked. Although I was enjoying my daily sessions with Sherry, I began to feel a need to take our relationship to another level. I had periodic twinges of remorse, mostly over the fact that all of this was taking place behind Lisa's back, but the incredible sense of power and control I got from my new plaything was too great. I began scheming, thinking up new acts of debauchery that would assert my control over Sherry and give me the fix I needed. One morning, as I watched Harvey load Max into the car to go off to school, a glimmer of a plan began to form in my head. A little while later, Sherry showed up for her daily session with me. I let her in and, as was now my custom, immediately made her strip naked and took away her clothes. I led her to the kitchen and made her clean the dishes, while I interrogated her about her husband and his daily schedule. The kitchen had several large windows to our back yard, which, although it was pretty private, still left open the possibility that someone could look in and see Sherry naked in her neighbor's kitchen as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I could see that the combination of the possibility that she might be seen and the fact that I was asking her intimate details about her family was producing a strong sexual tension in Sherry. She was nervous, frustrated and scared all at once. I moved up right behind her at the sink and pressed my fully-clothed groin into her naked ass, pinning her against the counter. I reached around and grabbed her already stiff nipples in both hands and began a vigorous twisting of those tender nubs - clockwise on the left and counter-clockwise on the right. "So," I hissed, with my tongue practically in her ear, "does Harvey know what you do over here every day?" Sherry's eyes widened. "No," she replied hesitantly, "not exactly." "Well, what `exactly' do you tell him?" I asked sarcastically. "He told me that it was my problem and that I had to do whatever it took to fix it, so I just tell him that I do whatever you ask me to do and leave it at that." "You mean you don't tell him that you strip naked for me?" She bit her lip and shook her head no. "You don't tell him that you suck my cock like a whore and drink my cum?" She shook her head again. "You don't tell him that you get so horny that you diddle your cunt while I watch the show?" I was twisting the knife now. "Like he doesn't know, anyways. Does he get all hot and want to fuck you afterwards, or does he just jerk off imagining all the things I'm doing to you?" That got a rise out of her. "Well he's not fucking me, that's for sure," she said coldly. I laughed at her response. "Today we're going to give him a little present." After that, I took Sherry to the guest bedroom and put her through her paces. She demonstrated an enthusiasm bordering on hunger as she lubed up my shaft with her saliva and began stroking it rapidly with her left hand, making her diamond engagement ring glint in the dim light. She sucked my balls into her mouth and swirled them around like wine, then went down and tongued my puckered anus until it was moist and juicy, before rising up and plunging my slick shaft all the way into her throat. I was in no mood for a display of her talents, however and I took over, fucking Sherry's face with abandon. I ruthlessly plundered her mouth and throat, pummeling her soft palate with my cockhead and slapping my balls off her chin with each stroke. I pumped my cock furiously into her mouth as I felt the cum rising in my shaft. As my spunk erupted from the tip of my shaft, I ripped my cock from her gasping mouth and began to spray down her face and hair with my hot, sticky seed. After firing a shot off her forehead, I pointed my cannon at her shiny black tresses and fired out blast after blast into her glossy mane. I squeezed out the last drop into her hair, leaving her tousseled locks festooned with sticky blobs of my cum. Afterwards, I made her get dressed and go home without her usual masturbatory release. I instructed her not to wash or even touch the mess in her hair. I told her that if my cum wasn't still in her hair tomorrow, there would be hell to pay and that she didn't want to find out what that meant. Part 3 The next day, I was ready to begin the next phase of my plan. I watched through the window as Harvey left with Max. I took a long hot shower and tried to relax but I was too excited. Like a kid before Christmas, I was bursting with anticipation. Finally, I locked up and went across the street and rapped sharply on Sherry and Harvey's door. Sherry was clearly surprised to see me and the shock and fear were plain on her face. "Invite me in, Sherry." I instructed her. She stepped aside to let me inside but as soon as she shut the door, she blurted out, "What are you doing here?", keeping her voice in a low stage whisper, even though we were the only ones in the house. "I thought we'd play at your house today." I replied mockingly. Her hair looked awful. My cum had dried to a dull paste. It might not have been obvious exactly what it was, but the matted clumps sticking up from her hair were a sure sign that something was amiss. "So how did Harvey like his present?" I asked, running my fingers through her gnarled coif. "He didn't say anything." Sherry mumbled. "Nice. Very nice" I replied with a laugh. "He's a classy guy. Let's go into the kitchen, I feel like a cup of coffee." Sherry put the kettle on to boil and began to straighten up the kitchen, nervously flitting from side to side. "You know, Sherry, that's not really appropriate attire for that sort of work." I said, with a nod at her plain cotton shirt and sweatpants. "What do you want me to - oh." She stopped, realizing what I was asking. Bowing her head, she began to unbutton her shirt, peeling it off to expose her simple white underwire bra pushing up her modest chest. She slid her pants down too, revealing her plain cotton panties. It wasn't going to get her hired down at the Spearmint Rhino but watching this suburban mom reluctantly strip was tremendously exciting. As she shrugged off her bra, revealing her small breasts and diamond-hard nipples, I felt my cock twitch with joy. When she was totally undressed, Sherry resumed her chores while I sat down on the couch and waited silently. I watched Sherry walking around the house, completely naked, cleaning up the dishes and general mess. The contrast between her stark nudity and her domestic actions was extremely stimulating. I particularly enjoyed watching her plump asscheeks shimmy as she sashayed by. I let the tension grow in the silence between us. Although I enjoyed watching Sherry squirm in anticipation of my next move, I felt a need to exploit my control over her. As she put away what looked like the remains of the lunch she had prepared for the kids, I had an idea. I crossed the room silently and grabbed her arm as she was putting away a bag of carrots. "So you like carrots." I stated flatly. "Me too. I love carrots." I turned the bag over and a medium-sized carrot slid out of the hole, causing Sherry to grab it before it fell to the floor. "Right now I'd like to see you love this carrot." She looked at me like I was crazy, staring back and forth between me and the carrot while she tried to figure out what I meant. I raised my eyebrows as if to say, "What are you waiting for?". A look of shame and understanding came across her face and she slowly raised the unwashed root to her mouth and let it rest on her plush lips. Slowly she snaked out her tongue and ran it in circles over the carrot's tip before gradually sliding it into her mouth. Her embarrassment was palpable, but she did a good job attempting to appear sensual as she fellated the cold orange stalk. When she had taken enough of the carrot into her mouth to cause her cheeks to bulge obscenely (although not down her throat, as I now knew she was capable of), I shook my head with a look of disapproval. "I said love the carrot, Sherry." She paused in mid-suck and stared at me, until that same look of shame and understanding again washed over her face. Withdrawing the carrot from her mouth, she slowly dragged it down her torso and through the dark patch of hair between her legs. She slid the carrot across the opening to her pussy and looked at me expectantly, as if anticipating a reprieve that did not come. Bowing her legs to provide easier access, Sherry penetrated her vaginal lips and fed the carrot steadily into her canal, producing a visible shudder throughout her body. Sherry looked uncomfortable, not just because she was fucking a vegetable in front of me and her face was beet red with embarrassment, but also because her crouching position and bent legs seemed awkward. Rising from the couch, I took her by the shoulder and led her back to the seat. Without allowing her to remove the carrot from her cunt, I eased her down on the fabric and propped her legs on either side so that she was splayed open in front of me and I had a close up view of the now slick carrot as it slid into her gaping hole. Settling back into the seat she began to warm to her work, churning her cunt with deep, steady thrusts of the glistening vegetable. She picked up her pace, pumping faster, occasionally removing the carrot from her hole to slide it along her enflamed pussy lips and over the engorged nub of her clit. On one of these strokes I took charge, interrupting her with a command. "That's right. Run it all the way up there." She pondered this command from under heavy-lidded eyes and began sawing the greasy stalk across her clit like a concert violinist. "Now down." She turned the carrot around and dragged it back down through her wet furrow. When she was finished she started to re-insert the carrot into her pussy, until I stopped her. "Keep going." I said calmly, "Further down." Withdrawing the carrot from her snatch, she obediently continued the southward journey of the erstwhile snack. Her eyes were wide open now as she tentatively slid the flat of the carrot across her wrinkled ass pucker. Back and forth, like a nervous teenager playing a Bach sonata at her first recital. She would not make eye contact with me, but I could see the hot flush of shame on her cheeks. "Sherry," I said quietly, commanding her attention. "Go on." I gave her my best "Don Corleone" nod and the color drained from her face. She knew what had to be done. Tilting the carrot outward, she began to search for her puckered opening with the tip. Probing blindly, she circled her anus with the slick stalk, spreading her pussy cream around the rim. Finally the tip dropped into the tiny aperture with what seemed to be an audible pop. She hesitated for a moment, then pushed forward with the carrot making a slight dent in the surface of her asshole, but nothing more. She shifted her grip on the carrot and tried again. This time about a half inch of carrot disappeared inside her ass as Sherry emitted a sharp moan. "I can't do it," she said in a small voice. "It's just too tight." I took in the sight of her white knuckles attempting to strangle the offending carrot and her taughtly clenched abdomen and asscheeks with which she desperately attempted to expel the intruder in her rectum. I could understand why she couldn't do it. I gave her a wry, disappointed smile and leaned in to clap my hands on her shoulders and kiss her roughly on the mouth. "That was a good try," I hissed before I captured her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her brutally and swabbed her throat with my tongue. She whimpered with relief and I felt her go limp as she succumbed to my oral assault. "But not good enough," I thought to myself as I drove forward with my hips and used my clothed groin to push the carrot into her sphincter. She tensed and drew a deep, sucking breath as I pressed forward and sank the first inch into her rectum. I paused for a moment to let her initial paroxysm pass and then, as if I were tapping a nail, I drove the carrot bit-by-bit deeper into her tightly clenched bowels. When I had roughly 5 inches of the rigid root stuck in her ass, I released her mouth and sat back to enjoy my handiwork. She looked pale and drained, but perhaps not as uncomfortable as you might expect of someone with an undigested vegetable in her colon. "See," I said, encouragingly, "I knew you could do it. Now stand up." Sherry staggered to her feet and I switched places with her, sitting myself on the chair while she stood in front of me. I reached out and grabbed the hilt of the carrot, which protruded from her ass, and pulled her roughly towards me. She gave a start and lurched forward, enabling me to plant my mouth directly over her clit and sopping pussy. I sucked hard, drawing her engorged lips and throbbing nubbin into my mouth. Sherry gasped and her knees buckled but I was able to stop her fall as my firm grip on the carrot effectively made her impale herself even more. I flogged her clit with my tongue several times, drawing violent shudders from her. She was juicing copiously and I could literally taste her excitement. The feeling was electric. I felt totally alive and preternaturally aware of all my senses. My lust was overwhelming and I jumped up to tear off my clothes before regaining control and stopping myself with a jerk. This wasn't in the script. I had planned out much more, and giving in to my urges now would certainly put a wrench in the plans. I was beginning to wonder how I could pull back from this precipice and control myself, when suddenly we heard the garage door, signaling Harvey's return. Sherry flinched, but I held her firmly in place with the carrot. Sherry turned to me pleadingly. "Please don't do this," she begged. "Just let me go upstairs and get dressed. I'll do anything you want..." I laughed inwardly at this. As if she wouldn't already do anything I wanted her to do. "I think you already know that's not the way it's going to go, don't you Sherry." She didn't reply, but just bowed her head and stared silently at the floor. "Now. Let's get this show started." I dragged the carrot from her ass with a plop and set it down on the counter. Taking her by the elbow, I led her into the living room and dropped down on the big overstuffed couch. I pulled Sherry down next to me and ordered her to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It was, of course, fully rampant. "Start sucking it, nice and slow. And whatever happens, don't speak or do anything unless I tell you to, understand?" I thought I saw a tear welling in her eye as she nodded silently and assumed a crouching position on her knees next to me on the sofa. I pressed her head into my groin and was treated to the incredible sensation of my cock slipping into her warm, slippery mouth. I guided her head up and down slowly; setting the pace I wanted her to take. Despite her apprehension, she settled into a deliberate rhythm, bathing my shaft in her slick saliva and massaging the pulsing veins with her tongue on every long, slow stroke. It was an incredible, luxurious suck and I was just contemplating how much her skills had improved in scarcely more than a week, when the door to the garage burst open and Harvey walked in. Part 4 I had one arm splayed across the top of the couch and the other resting on Sherry's naked back, so I could feel her cringe when she heard the door open but I applied gentle pressure to remind her of her place. Harvey said hello and took a step into the room, then stopped short as he took in the lewd sight in front of him. I lounged casually on their plush sofa, smiling nonchalantly, while his naked wife knelt at my side, bobbing slowly and steadily on my cock, without so much as a glance at Harvey. "Hi there," I said cheerily. "Come on in." I waved him into the living room and gestured to one of the other chairs as if it were mine. Harvey looked like he had been punched in the stomach by Mike Tyson. His mouth gaped open and he moved like a sleepwalker. "Just like Sherry, when I first broke her," I thought to myself. Harvey sank slowly in the chair and mumbled, "What's going on here?" to no one in particular. "Oh," I said, as if I were just noticing it myself. "Well, your little slut wife was just giving me a blowjob. Like she does every day. You know, it was really a fabulous idea of yours to turn her into a cum-sucking whore," I stated matter-of-factly. "She's quite good at it, too, you know. Or maybe you don't." I glanced at Harvey's face for a reaction. I could see that he knew something wasn't right with what I said but he was too transfixed by his wife's rhythmic cocksucking action to respond. I brushed back Sherry's thick black hair to give him a better view. He was treated to the sight of Sherry's wet lips stretched tightly around my glistening pole as it slipped back and forth in her mouth. Sherry's eyes were closed and she gripped my balls tightly as she pistoned her face up and down on my straining meat. "I'm sure Sherry would thank you, too," I said, "except her mouth's a little full of dick right now." There was a loud slurping noise, like the last sip of soda through a straw, as Sherry momentarily broke the seal of her lips on my cock and her warm saliva cascaded down my shaft and onto my balls. Now it was Harvey's turn to flinch at the coarse sound. His eyes never left his wife's straining lips and bulging cheeks, even as he moaned audibly. "This is awful." He wailed softly, again, to no one in particular. "This has got to stop. Stop this. STOP IT!" He made a half-hearted effort to be forceful but I just chuckled at him. "Oh it's much too late for that," I told him. "Sherry's my little slut-whore now and there's no going back, I'm afraid." I could feel an acrid sexual dynamic perfuming the air, like burning leaves on a fall day. Even while Harvey was in obvious distress at the sight of his wife naked and humiliated in front of him, Sherry was obediently maintaining her slow and steady pace milking my cock with her hungry mouth. She was sending a message with her very debasement, that Harvey was going to pay for his sins. "She's such a good little cocksucker, too." I told him. "Look at how focused she is. Nothing can tear her away from my cock. Go ahead, call her name and see what happens." Harvey looked pained but he managed to croak out a small, strangled "Sherry." Sherry didn't so much as open her eyes. "See, I can do this, and she just keeps on sucking." Although not large, Sherry's breasts were dangling pendulously due to her position. I reached around her torso with one hand and clamped one of her stiff nipples in my firm grasp. I twisted the hard nub roughly, eliciting a slight whimper from her. Then I yanked on her teat, pulling it down and stretching the tender flesh until I could almost rub her sensitive point against the rough fabric of the couch. Letting go of her breast, I slid my hand along her back, caressing her soft ass and probing for her steaming center. I felt the heat even before I felt the first wispy hairs on her plump pussy. She was positively dripping. "Or this," I said, sloshing my fingers lazily in her overflowing pussy. "Or even this." I scooped up a load of her juices with my fingers and spread it over her exposed asshole. My fingertips circled the dimpled flesh, feeling every ridge of her tight pucker. Surreptitiously I slid my other hand under her hair and onto the back of her neck, so I could control her when I made my next move. I jammed my long middle finger directly into the center of her clenched little aperture, sinking it into her ass up to the second knuckle. Sherry shifted a little bit on the couch, adjusting to this new invasion but kept up her steady sucking action. I wormed my finger farther into her rectum until it was sunk to the hilt and I smiled at Harvey. "Isn't that great? Even with a finger buried up her ass, she doesn't miss a beat." I sat back, letting Harvey take in the scene and just enjoying the sensations. I established a rhythm: as Sherry bobbed on my shaft, I fucked into her ass with my finger on each downstroke, pushing her forward and driving my cock deeper into her throat. "You've come at a very good time." I stated to Harvey. "I'm just about to fuck Sherry's ass for the first time." Harvey's eyes bugged out at that one. "At least, it's the first time for me. I don't suppose you've ever done her in the butt?" I inquired, but based on his reaction I already knew the answer. "Well, I guess we're all in for a treat then." "You can't do that. Stop it right now!" Harvey spluttered, attempting something like anger and indignation. "Of course I can, you stupid toad, and I'm going to enjoy it too. Let me ask you this: what did you think was going to happen when you sent her over to settle your debts without any money? Did you think she could work it off by babysitting? Even you can't be that stupid. No, of course not. You were turning her out as the neighborhood whore. But you're a lousy pimp, my friend. A wife for a window? Such a deal! "But enough talking already, I've got an anal cherry to pop." "Wait!" Harvey shrieked, as I started to stand up. "This has gone far enough. I'm calling the police." I stopped, fixed Harvey with my coldest stare, and gave an exasperated sigh. "Harvey, Harvey, Harvey," I said, shaking my head. "If that's how you'd like it, go ahead. And while you're doing that, I'll be on the phone too, calling Sherry's parents to let them know that you've turned her into a whore for your benefit - that she's been sucking a stranger's cock every day for the last week because you won't pay your debts. How does that sound?" I was glad I still had my hand on Sherry's neck, because she tried to protest that one. I held her firmly in place, so that my cock muffled her protestations. I had a hunch that Sherry's parents, aside from being general battleaxes, were probably giving them a substantial amount of money and I could see from Harvey's face that he was calculating exactly how devastating such a revelation would be. He slumped back in his chair, frozen in mid-tirade, and I knew it was over. They were both mine. "No? You don't want that?" I asked rhetorically. "Alright then, we're agreed: your wife is an anal whore. Now, where were we? Sherry, get up. You go here, over the edge." I patted the arm of the sofa to show where she was to bend over. She stood up, letting my cock drop with a wet slap against my belly. Brushing her hair out of her face, she started to position herself at the end of the sofa. Her face was the most erotic mixture of anxiety, trepidation and defiance I've ever seen. I stood up as well and moved behind her. Harvey and I both had a perfect view of Sherry's ass, draped submissively over the arm of the sofa, with her furry snatch glistening wetly and peeking out from between her legs. "That's perfect!" I said to no one in particular. "Sherry, show us where you want me to put my cock. Go on. Show me!" Slowly but without hesitation, Sherry reached back and grabbed each of her plump asscheeks in one hand and pulled them apart, bringing her wrinkled brown sphincter into view. It was exquisitely obscene, beyond even my wildest fantasies. As Harvey and I both stared at Sherry lewdly exposing her tight virgin anus to be violated for the first time, I had another fiendish idea. "Harv - since this is Sherry's first assfuck, we might need to do a little preparation first, so it doesn't hurt too much. Think you can handle it?" Harvey looked stunned. "What?" he asked incredulously. "What do you mean, what do you want me to do?" "I don't know. It's up to you, but if it were me, I'd probably get it nice and wet, so my cock slides right in." "You mean lick it?!? I can't do that!" He protested lamely. I gave another sigh. "Of course you can," I admonished. "But it's up to you. If you don't care how painful it is for her, then skip it." Harvey's eyes were wide and panicked, as he futilely searched for a way out. I gave him a gentle push so that he was right behind Sherry's upturned ass and smiled as he slowly sank to his knees in front of her exposed asshole. Hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and cautiously touched the tip of it to her taut asscheek, as if it might explode on contact. "That's not going to do much there," I scolded. "Go on, lick her asshole. Get it nice and sloppy. Work your tongue up inside and lube it up for me." He shivered involuntarily and started out slowly, cautiously poking her sphincter with his wet tongue, but before long he was swabbing her anus as if it were a delicious ice cream cone. Silently, I wondered if it tasted of carrot. "Much better," I encouraged, as I stripped off my clothes in final preparation to mount Sherry's ass. "You're a fine ass licker." And just then, I had the most fiendish idea yet... "You know Harvey," I said slowly, "There's one more thing that needs to be prepared before I can shove it in Sherry's ass. Come over here and get me ready." Harvey froze, with his tongue buried up Sherry's shit pipe. He lifted his head but did not turn to look at me. "I can't do that. Please don't make me do that," he begged. "Stand up, you sniveling asslicker!" I barked. "Drop your pants. Show us what you've got in there." Harvey obediently slid down his sweatpants to reveal a pair of white BVDs, covering an obvious erection. "Those too. Now!" Harvey dropped trou and out popped his stiff prick, standing at full salute. I was delighted to see that, although it wasn't tiny, it was noticeably smaller than mine, both in length and girth. "Look at that, Sherry." I said casually. "Look how turned on he is by the idea of tasting my cock. I always knew he had faggy tendencies." I grabbed my stiff cock and waggled it in Harvey's direction. "Come on Harveeeey," I said in my most fey voice. "Let's go, time's a wastin'. I've got places to go and sphincters to hoe." I chuckled at my own bad joke and looked at Harvey, staring transfixed at my cock. "On your knees," I growled, in my sternest voice, snapping Harvey out of his trance. He sank to the floor, looking beaten. I stepped up to him and thrust my pole in his face. Afraid to touch it with his hands, Harvey stuck out his tongue and tried to swipe at my bobbing shaft. "That's weak, you pussy! Show your wife how much you love her by lubing up the cock that's going to plow her ass for the first time." Stung by my words, Harvey reached out with one hand and steadied my cock daintily with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. I saw that Sherry had twisted her head around to observe the action, still spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands. Harvey began to lick my cock with long flat strokes of his tongue, trying to deliver maximum saliva with minimum contact with my pole. But when I saw that the underside of my cock was resting on the surface of his tongue, I thrust forward, sliding my pole into his mouth and ending that plan. Harvey didn't pull away and I began thrusting slowly back and forth in his mouth, fucking his face as he sat there passively. I observed that his ears were bright red, presumably out of embarrassment. "Mmm. That's good!" I said in mock surprise as Harvey began sucking more actively. "Your husband's a good little cocksucker. I think he likes it too. I tell you what Harvey, or should I call you `Harriet?' I'll offer you a choice. Since you like to eat dick so much, you can save Sherry's ass, literally, by sucking me off. If you swallow my load, I probably won't be able to fuck Sherry's ass, at least today. If you don't like the deal, it's no problem. Just say so and I'm ready to ream her ass right now." I could see him weighing the distasteful options and I was impressed when he fed my cock back into his mouth and started sucking away, although whether he was motivated by lust or a bizarre chivalry, I couldn't say. I had no intention of letting him distract me from his wife's virgin asshole, however, so after a few seconds of his mouth action I pulled my cock from his mouth, leaving his lips pursed in the shape of my shaft and a look of total surprise and humiliation on his face. "Time's up," I said gaily. "Time for the main event!" Part 5 I left Harvey on his knees in shock, and stepped up behind Sherry where she lay bent over the couch. She had been twisted around, watching her husband willingly suck cock like a one-legged whore, but when she saw me move into position with my hard cock in hand, she closed her eyes and turned away, gritting her teeth in preparation for the impending assault on her anus. She was still holding her asscheeks spread wide, so I slapped my shaft against her puckered hole, causing her to jump in surprise and knocking some of Harvey's saliva into her asscrack. I rammed my hand underneath her body, sliding my thumb into her steaming twat and sliding my hand forward until I pinched her swollen clit between two fingers. At the same time, I used the thumb of my other hand to spread the saliva around her tightly clenched sphincter. I had a moment of doubt about the task at hand. Her asshole seemed impossibly tight and I momentarily considered what my fall-back plan should be if I could not fit my cock inside. However, as I massaged the bumpy surface, her anus began to relax little by little, drawing my thumb in deeper with each stroke, until soon it was fully ensconced in her backside. It was show time. I withdrew my thumb from her tight cavity and grabbed my cock, moving it into position like a general bringing his artillery corps into battle. I paused to prolong the tension. It was perfectly silent, like someone had just put us on "pause." I moved forward until the tip of my howitzer was just brushing the wisp of hair around her sex. I looked over at Harvey. He was staring slack-jawed at the spot where my cock disappeared between his wife's legs. I almost laughed. To throw them both a curveball and because I needed some more lubrication, I slid my shaft through her wet furrow and into Sherry's steaming cunt. She let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. With a few strokes to coat myself in her juices, I pulled out and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her dark hole. I changed my position to improve the angle of my penetration and began to bear down. Sherry squirmed but there was nowhere for her to go - she was pinned between my cock and the arm of the couch. For a moment it was a stand off. Her rubbery pucker strained, bent, but did not give way under the force of my blunt assault. I continued to apply pressure however, and suddenly her sphincter parted and the crown of my cock popped into her anus. I truly felt like a king as I savored the tight grasp of her most private orifice. I pressed forward and the three of us groaned simultaneously as my cock slid into her rectum for the first time, although each for very different reasons. I felt an incredible rush of adrenaline as I watched my shaft steadily disappear into her backside until I was fully sheathed inside her colon. Sherry gave one long, low, keening wail as her back passage opened to accept me into her depths and I continued my steady thrusting. Harvey looked stricken. His eyes were glassy and I thought he might faint. I set up a steady rhythm, pounding her asshole like a well-oiled pile driver. I thrilled at the sight of the undulating waves of assflesh produced as my hips slammed repeatedly into her rump. Sherry was still using both hands to spread her cheeks wide for my benefit, but she was tilting her pelvis back and forth, apparently in an effort to grind her clit into the upholstery. She lay face down on the seat of the sofa with her head turned to the side, giving me a perfect view of her tightly closed eyes and gaping mouth. I watched as a sequence of tiny vibrations began to take over her body until she was consumed by a series of giant, wracking spasms. I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly. I wanted to hold it off and prolong this incredible feeling, but I was unable to pull myself "out of the moment." It was simply too exciting: taking Sherry's anal virginity while Harvey looked on helplessly, ruthlessly plundering her ass until she orgasmed with her asshole skewered on my driving shaft in front of her uptight loser of a husband. Sherry was gripped by another round of tremors as I continued to pound away at her ravaged asshole. "That's right!" I hissed. "Again!" I watched a drop of my sweat fall and spatter on her back, just above where my hands were sunk into her hips. That and the seemingly constant spasming of her clenching sphincter set me off and I erupted with a roar, pouring my seed into her ruined rectum. Now it was my turn to be consumed with tremors as I filled her ass with great pulsing surges of my semen. I erupted again and again, and the exquisite tightness of her clutching bowels eased slightly as her back passage filled with my lubricating paste. I thrust into her a few more times and then fell forward in one final climactic lunge, sinking my shaft as deep into her intestines as it would go, determined to shoot my spunk directly into her stomach if possible. I lay across Sherry's back, regaining my breath and senses, and could feel Sherry beneath me heaving gently as she went through the same process. I remembered the other player in our drama and looked over at Harvey. He was slumped in a chair, staring at us with the same vacant look as before, only now he had his swollen cock gripped firmly in his fist. He didn't appear to be stroking it, but from the looks of the pre-cum weeping profusely from the tip, he wasn't far off. Slowly, I peeled myself off of Sherry's back and began to extricate my shaft gradually from her anus. I was still hard but deflating rapidly as I withdrew from her ass and was greeted by the sight of her cavernous hole gaping at me like a secret passage to her soul. A drop of my slop drooled wetly from her yawning maw and fell on the floor, only to be joined rapidly by a succession of even larger blobs pushed out by her spasming rectum. This was the most deliciously obscene scene I could possibly imagine and I had a visceral sense of euphoria wash over me as I watched her anus gulping for air like a fish on the deck. Apparently Harvey had a similar reaction as he let out a strangled moan and began to spurt his cock sauce onto the carpet without a single stroke on his shaft. I watched Sherry take in the scene and was fascinated by the look on her face as she saw her husband climax at the sight of her anal despoliation. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and used it to wipe the santorum from my cock, leaving a greasy brown smear on the cream-colored fabric, and stumbled off to the kitchen. Sherry and Harvey lay sprawled behind; Sherry face down across the arm of the couch and Harvey slumped heavily in the chair. Neither one looked at me or at each other. I was sweating profusely from my exertions and I gulped water directly from the faucet to cool down. "I don't know about you guys," I shouted from the kitchen, "but I'm hungry. Hey Harvey, do you like carrots?" - END CHAPTER 2 - Author's Note: Thanks for reading and please let me know how I did. Comments and feedback of all sorts will be much appreciated. Send feedback to anawfulcad(at)gmail(dot)com. 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Problem back then was it subtracted too many from the countless numbers of souls they needed for toil and labor in the fields and diamond mines, and in the dismal trenches of several dozen wars the Imperial Coalition had begun in the name of religious purification. And if the rules had changed, you can be sure I would have heard about it. A key to survival in these times is keeping up with the bizarre and complex set of technical laws and regulations set forth by the Inquisition. Whether one agrees or not, by understanding the regulations and the ins and outs of their various arbitrary boundaries and clauses, one can often find a means to avoid some of the less desirable consequences. And indeed, the Inquisition has regulations against capturing a ship while there is still a live individual on board. That is, an individual who either possibly has been or possibly could be converted. Never mind, whether said individual understands English or not, the question has to be put to them (in the very fashion that it had so recently been put to me) and at the very least the relevant party has to be conscious in order to make the choice. Those are the rules. No matter the linguistic ability of the recipient of such wondrous grace, given that the Inquisition recognized only English as the Noxgoth-given tongue. But the occupant had to be roused, if dorment, and the question put. Once that had taken place, the ship could be destroyed summarily in the absence of an affirmative answer to "the question." I agree, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Pretty bleedin' ridiculous, in fact. Not that Darvo really followed the rules, but ever since he had had his hand slapped a few times for particularly egregious violations, he had been a tad bit more careful about maintaining plausable deniability. Though (for example) he still refused to maintain a registration with the Inquisition tracking system, meaning that it he could sneak up on an unwary space traveler with much greater ease than an ordinary Inquisition vessel. As far as this ship went, by eliminating the living individual the ship would default into becoming property of the Imperial Inquisition. Probably the only thing that had saved this ship from a fiery demise was its potential value at an auction, or (more likely) its worth as a status symbol, a gift that would serve effectively a token of political favor for someone of influence within the Inquisition. Surely, I countered, an autopsy would reveal the cause of death, and point to the obvious suspects. Unless there were to be no autopsy. Or unless the blame were shifted to the hapless underlings now (most likely) on their way to claim possession of the ship. No question, Darvo was a madman. Even among members of the inquisition, there was debate whether his strategies were effective, or whether they did more to diminish the credibility of Noxigoth by promoting righteous moral outrage at the intolerance of the church. Not to mention that the inquisition itself was illegal in some places. Syrene, for instance. Syrene, yes. A starsystem named for its most inhabitable planet, which in turn was named for some beloved person, place or thing back on the planet Earth. The planet Syrene was nearby to here, and there I had several friends who might possibly be willing to assist in such a time of dire need. Urgency nagged. Time was short, and I had to get out of there, at least in person, but with any luck taking the ship (and with even more luck, its occupant) with me. I had to find a way to repair the Sabre's propulsion systems, and quickly. But I couldn't, in good conscience, abandon the cryogenic thawing to an automated process. Even if it hadn't been an outrageously beautiful and sexy young girl, it wouldn't have been right to risk something going wrong. A life was in my very hands. Again I cursed, profusely, at length, and in a variety of obscene idioms, the events of the day, the inquisition itself, the listless state of the ship I found myself on, the infuriatingly snail-like pace of the thawing process, and various events from the past and future which might have interfered, or might be going to interfere in any way, shape, or form, with my past, present, or future happiness. Falling silent again, my mind blanked out, so I continued to read up on cryogenics: Items to check for when the subject awakes: * Mental functioning - is the subject disoriented, or do they have a clear idea of where they are and why they are there? * Memory - can the subject remember such information as their own name, the names of objects in the room, the alphabet, the color of their own eyes, and so on? * Activity level - does the subject seem pale and lethargic, or do they quickly regain their former level of energetic activity and complexion? If the subject fails to perform any of these items with an acceptable level of proficiency, waste no time in seeking professional medical help, immediately. Great, I mused grimly. Since it's not available, let's hope we don't need that. Remember that the process of awakening can be jarring to the subject, so it's best to create a soothing and safe environment for the event to take place. Quiet, relaxing music, for example, can go a long ways to contribute to the harmonious sense of well-being, and help to ensure that the re-awakening goes as smoothly as possible. Soothing music, I wondered. I thought about how much less soothing the music I listened to was than that of my parents' generation. And here was someone who had been in Rip-Van-Winkle-land for a little over two centuries. I figured the most soothing thing I could find would be something which, to her, would be sufficiently jangling to cause neural overload and permanent mental disorder. Unless I dug through the archives to find something of her era, two hundred years ago. Did pre-teen girls listen to bubble-gum trash pop music, even way back then? I scratched my head, imagining unrealistically that back in those rustic times they all read poetry in multiple languages and listened to the most erudite of sophisticated music steeped in the classics of all ages of recorded human history. "Uh-uh," she began to stir. ____________________________________________________________ When the thawing process had reached a certain point, I had followed the recommendation of the display screen, covering the subject with a blanket, to avoid "unsettling emotions resulting from undue modesty." Tenderly, I placed my hand on her forehead. Yes, quite warm now. Her cheeks were silky-soft under my fingers. She yawned, stretched, and blinked. Then sitting up halfway with a start, she glared angrily at me. "Jasmin McCloud," I spoke her name quietly, soothingly. "Yes," she replied, and continued to glare. "That's me. So who the hell are you?" She glanced at the two empty cryo-pods. "And where the fuck are my mom and dad?" Hmm. A bristlingly unkempt space-wolf like myself was not likely to be a reassuring sight to the reawakening subject, but there was not much to be done about it at the moment. I went down the checklist. "Hmm. Mental functioning. Jasmin, do you know where you are?" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah!" with an inflection that filled out the phrase something like "of course, dork-brain!" "Can you tell me where you are?" "No, I asked you first. Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing on my family's ship?" Something told me that I would not succeed in convincing her to recite the alphabet. I sighed. "I wish I could tell you more, love. Your mom and dad must have departed, I don't know when. The ship was malfunctioning, so they probably left to get help or repairs. You've been in cryogenic stasis for two hundred years now." "Two hund-" Her mouth worked. "But we were just making a simple flight from Capricorn to Syrene. It shouldn't have taken more than ten years." It was my turn to gasp. "Ten--" I put my head in my hands, feeling the weight of the ancient civilizations. "What?" she demanded. "You can make it now in about ten days," I said. "No way," she protested weakly. "Two hundred years is a long time. The galaxy is a very different place now. Look, I found some of you clothes in the drawers in one of the bedrooms, so I'll step out for a minute while you get dressed." "Pervert. Going through my underwear." "Thank you, but this is no time for compliments. We have to get ourselves at least, and preferably this ship as well, out of here before the Inquisition returns." "And don't get any ideas!" she shouted after me. "I'm a lesbian, you know!" I departed the room, unplugging my PDA and carrying it with me to begin on the next task, namely finding an uncorrupted copy of the corrected Sabre's operating software to download. I was flipping through hyper-pages and humming a catchy little melody to myself, when I felt the cold muzzle of a disrupter pistol against the back of my skull. "Hands up, buster. Move it!" I complied, casually amused. "You lied to me. My parents didn't just leave on their own accord. Otherwise, they would have come back for me." "Unless one of the systems that malfunctioned was the ship's beacon, and they couldn't find their way back." She considered this. "Look," I continued. "I guarantee you that the last place I want to be right now is on board this ship. As soon as I get this rattle-trap moving again, I'll be glad to get off at the nearest planet we can find, leaving you to your own devices. If, that is--" I smirked, "-- you can figure out how to fly this thing." "Look, mister --" "Xithnous," I filled in. "OK, Mr. Xithnous," "Actually it's not Mr. Xithnous, it's just Xithnous. It's not my last name but my first name. Well, actually it's both my first and last name, because it's my only name. My parents were a little strange, see and ..." "Shut up." "Well I was just explaining..." She angled the disrupter against my skull meaningfully. "Look Mr. Xithnous, or Sithmouse, or whatever you want to be called. I've completed five years of training in flight strategy and combat at the Capricorn military school..." "I see. And while we're on the subject, I was wondering how you planned to fire the disrupter while the safety latch is still on. And don't worry, you can't undo it without knowing the combination. I'll give you a hint -- it was my last girlfriend's birthday." "You had a girlfriend?" "Don't sound so amazed. It may happen to you someday." Her jaw dropped. "You did say you were a lesbian?" She stared at me incredulously, and then bless her heart, not trusting me at all, she pointed the gun away from me in order to verify what I had just said, that the gun wouldn't work. Gingerly she pulled the trigger. A blinking red holo-projection popped up. AUTHORIZATION ERROR Please enter combination. "Funny thing to do with your girlfriend's birthday," she mused. "Ex-girlfriend," I corrected. "Well, for the entire time we were going together, I couldn't for the life of me remember her birthday. Then, by the time I had finally memorized it, we broke up. So I didn't want to waste all that effort I had put into memorizing it." "Why did you break up?" I considered, woefully recalling to mind the whole affair, along with its ever-so-sad ending. "Basically I think the reason she broke up with me was because I kept forgetting stuff that was important to her. Like, for example, I guess it was mainly because I could never remember her birthday. Chicks are funny about stuff like that." She smiled. "Funny," she echoed. "And then," I continued, I found out it wasn't enough to remember the date. I had to remember it on the date itself, and even worse, I had to plan ahead and get something special for her, and additionally I had to get it wrapped... way too hectic." "Yeah, I know what you mean. I was supposed to get something for my friend Molly last week, but I guess now I'm a little late. She had lowered the disrupter, and now was staring at the date displayed on the lower right-hand corner of my PDA's main holo-screen." "Is the date on that clock right?" she asked. "10:43 A.M. February 14th, 2412," it read. "Looks about right," I said. "Our flight took off in January of 2211," she trailed off in a distant voice. "Long time ago," I said. Her face filled with pleasant reflections "I like that number. 2211. My friends are so jealous. I'm going on a trip across the galaxy." Her smile lingered for a while, before it gradually faded. "Must have been a special year," I offered. "More than two hundred years ago." She was trying to comprehend, to get her mind around it. Almost angrily, she cried out. "Now I bet my friends are all dead. Lucy and Evan, and Jane..." she sobbed. Gingerly, I reached out and drew her near to me, enfolding her in my arms. Now unleashed, her sadness flowed uncontrollably. Aside from the physical hazards, I was starting to see why cryogenics had declined in popularity. "And then," she sniffed and smiled ironically, "then, I wake up on February 14th." "Must be a special sort of day," I offered. "Valentine's day," she mumbled under her breath. I swore, clapping my hand to my forehead. "Dammit, I knew there was something familiar about that date." Tearfully amused, she looked me in the eye. "You know, you're goofy, but cute." Resignedly, she unhanded the disrupter, and plopped it into my palm, handle first. "Thanks," I said, accepting it. " `Preciate the compliment. Oh, and by the way," "What." "There's a message for you on the comsystem." "Can you show me it?" "Does this mean we're friends now?" She smiled, playfully. "We'll see. Just don't forget I had combat training." "And I trained as a pacifist resistor," I threatened back. She gave me a look. We walked back out to the bridge, and her eyes widened, face flushed. "Look, are you sure you're OK?" I asked. "Coming out of cryostasis like that can be stressful. If you need to lie down or anything go ahead." "No," she said quietly. "I'll be fine." She stepped up to the console and rapidly flicked a series of switches in an apparently familiar sequence. There was a small popping sound, and a few sparks flew from the console. "Whoa," she jumped back. "It's not working," I commented. "I have to download the corrected operating software. There's a patch available, but it looks like it might be a hassle to install, and loading entire operating system into an application thread on my PDA will only take about twenty minutes..." "Twenty minutes?" she asked incredulously. Then she whispered: "It took them two days to load it." She was staring at the date displayed on the ship's console. "So where's this message?" she demanded. I punched a few buttons on the side of the console that was still operational, and we got back to the window I had seen before. Message for Jasmin. Read now? I stood aside as she clicked on `yes.' "I hope you know what the security code is," I said as the next screen popped up. "Would you like me to leave the room?" "No, that's OK," she said, punching a series of buttons too rapidly for me to follow. The harsh businesslike letters of the security screen faded, and were replaced by the dynamic motion of recorded video. At first, a giant, jolting, distorted out-of-focus hand filled the screen, apparently adjusting the camera angle, and then the hand receded as its owner sat back far enough away from the lens to behold in proper proportion. Two adults, male and female, were sitting together on the exact same padded black leather chairs now in front of the console, in the very room we stood in. Both faces in the video were smiling reassuringly, but both showing signs of being emotionally on edge. "Hi Jasmin," began the woman, voice filled with obvious affection. "This is your mum and dad. We wanted to be sure you got this message in case don't see you. I mean... if you wake up before we got back." The date at the bottom of the screen, in squarish line-drawn red letters read: "March 12, 2221." Ten years after their departure in 2211. "We've arrived in the vicinity of the Syrene starsystem, but there's something gone wrong with the ship's console, so we've gone off to get help, to get it fixed." Her dad broke in -- "Don't worry dear. We'll be back to get you as soon as we are able." My heart was heavy at hearing those words. They hadn't realized that the beacon wasn't working. That the navigational computers were offline, so they didn't realize that the ship was adrift, careening slowly and randomly through space. They didn't know they wouldn't be able to find their way back. Her mother, brow furrowed, was concentrating on remembering something. "There was an important message I was supposed to give you," she said. "they told me long ago. The H.G. Wells spaceport." My jaw dropped. "Hold it. Put it on pause for a sec." Brushing a tear from her eye, Jasmin hit pause. "What?" "The H.G. Wells spaceport. Syrene." "So? What about it? I never heard of it." Her voice wavered with emotion. "That would be because it was only completed less than a year ago." She shrugged. "So?" "So how did your mom know about it back in 2221?" She was silent. "Didn't H.G. Wells write a book called `The Time Machine?' My mom read it to me when I was little." Impatiently, she shrugged again and punched play, and the images came to life once again. Her father frowned at her in irritation. "I don't know what's got into you, Alice. There's no such thing as the H.G. Wells spaceport. You're just going to confuse the girl." He faced the camera again, smiling nervously. "We're heading off in the shuttle toward the planet called Syrene." He fretted anxiously. "We wish we could take you with us, but for some reason your cryopod's timer didn't trigger, with the ship's systems all askew like this we figure it will be best not to manually initiate the awakening sequence." "...And your visitor," her Mom continued, "I forget his name, but it starts with an X. You can trust him. He's a worthy friend." Her father turned away again, frowning. "Alice, hush." He waved at the camera. "Don't worry Jazzy, we'll be back for you in a jiffy," he said with gleeful hubris. Her mother was crying now. "Good by dear. Don't forget, we'll always love you." The image faded and went blank. Jasmin turned to me, face towards the floor, and collapsed into my arms, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. With frantic futility, I put an effort into soothing her mussed hair, but wound up just holding her tiny body close to mine as her emotion poured forth. After what seemed like centuries, the tears and sobs began to ebb, and the warmth of her youthful flesh pressed against mine, my shirt soaked from her lachrymal flow. "Does your name begin with an `X?'" she queried. "Xithnous, yes it would." I spelled it for her. The information filled her with a mysterious calmness, and we stood together, our bodies gently close. The sweet stillness of her childlike breathing brushed softly against my shirt pocket, and her fingers absent-mindedly traced the shapes of my shoulderblades. At that inconvenient moment, the intercept monitor I had set up screeched annoyingly. "What the hell is that?" she asked, with obvious irritation. "Intercept monitor. I have it set up to warn of any Imperial ships headed in this direction." Reluctantly, we broke apart our embrace, and she watched while I punched several buttons and gestured in the air to bring up the monitor display. It would have been too far away to detect any ordinary ships, but all standard-issue Imperial vessels were equipped with a specially encrypted tracking device, so that the central command center would be able to monitor each and every move at all times. Supposedly, the tracking was encrypted, but the underground had cracked the codes long ago, and most non-Inquisition ships nowadays had some sort of similar Intercept monitor to warn of approaching Imperial cruisers. "What's it say?" she asked. "Three ships. Recon configuration, with medium battle array. Should arrive in approximately ... 4.2 hours." ____________________________________________________________ The tension in the room palpably increased. "Didn't you say it would take only twenty minutes to fix the controls?" she asked. "Well yeah, twenty minutes to pull in the patch from the Galactranet onto my PDA, but from what you said a full reload into the main console would take several days. Looks like I had better go for the patch, which would load more quickly but looks like a it will be a hassle to install." My heart raced, and brushed drops of perspiration from my forehead. "Gonna be tight." She shrugged and sat down in the black leather console chair to watch as I went to work. It was one of those tasks that would have been stressful even without time pressure. The added urgency didn't make it any more pleasant, and it took all of my willpower to force myself to assume a measured pace, to execute each step with verifiable certainty. There would not be any time to go back and fix mistakes. Twisting my fingers in the air, to turn the holo-knob, scrolling to the spot in the history matrix where my last search for intact version Sabre DX-42 OS was stored. Poring over the results, I punched the points in the air to bring up a search dialog, and dragged it to the side for better visibility, punching in another key phrase to search for while I scanned the page in front of me... Some time later, I heard gentle music drifting from one of the corridors that branched off from the main control room I sat in, and I turned to see that she had left. I halted the frantic commotion of what I was doing for a minute to listen. Solo harp in the distance, as if bridging across a yawning chasm in the ages of time. It started, there was a mistake, and it stopped, then started again. Now continuing beautifully, flowingly. An ancient Celtic air, it sounded like. Now I heard the sound of singing, floating gracefully like a bird taking off in slow-motion mirrored in a still lake below. I let my shoulders relax, and my mind go blank momentarily, felt myself yearning for my flute that had been left behind on a distant planet some time ago, for the hours to spend in leisurely strolls through luxuriant twists, turns, and curves of melodic hills and valleys. I sighed, returning to the treadmill, the perpetually scurrying chipmunk-wheel of infinitely aggravating nitpicky little details. Glancing at the clock, it was already under three hours they would be here. ____________________________________________________________ Truth be told, my ability to repair that which was broken is one of my most magical skills. I wouldn't want to claim that I enjoy the nail-biting suspense, but there was a certain amount of pride when I saw that it was complete with a little over an hour to go. I held my breath, turned the final virtual holo-valve to allow the current to flood back into the console, and the whole thing lit up, like a glowing city at night. All over the ship, different systems that had been out of whack for several centuries sprang into motion, blinking, emitting quiet beeps and clicks, and correcting the skew, tightening the slippage, emending the drift. Only after she reappeared on the deck did I notice silence that had replaced the harp music. "You play very beautifully," I remarked, as she sat down in the chair to my right. "Thank you." "Of course, I couldn't hear very clearly, from way out here. Sometime I would like to listen close up." She smiled. "If you had, you wouldn't have thought I played so well." Her hands flew over the controls as she brought the engines back to life. "What's going on with the airlock?" she asked. "Oh. My escape pod." "You'll need to bring it into the main shuttle bay," she said. "It looks like the landing shuttle is gone." "Wow," I said. "It looks like you really do know how to fly this thing." Better than I could, right now at least, I thought to myself. These controls were arcane and archaic, and there were half a dozen things it would take me precious time to puzzle over. She shrugged. "Told you." "Look, can you get us out of here? We have some time still, but these these location coordinates are not the right ones for us to be occupying right now." "Sure, I can. But it won't do any good to go anywhere if they've placed a homing beacon on the ship." I clapped my forehead with my palm. "Of course. Duh. Why didn't I think of that?" "Girls are smarter," she said. "You could go have a look for it while you're bringing your escape pod into the shuttle bay." I bolted upright and strode towards the hallway I had come in. "You might want to take this along with you," she said, holding out a universal directional signaling detector, an old one about the size of a box of candy. I was about to tell her that I had one the size of a business card ... that I had left on board my now-nonexistent ship. Sighing, I accepted her offer. "And don't forget to bundle up," she called after me. "It's cold out there." It took me about fifteen minutes to find it, and I felt silly holding this huge old piece of antiquated electronics. But it the detector did work, and sure enough there was the homing beacon, an ugly tapering cylindrical thing about the size of a soccer ball, colored dull grey, stamped on the side in blood red with the emblem of the Inquisition, and with the classic flashing light on the top pulsing about once a second. It was lodged in the crease between one of the decorative fins and the hull, but fortunately the robotic arms the pod was equipped with were long enough to reach it, and I could disable the adhesion field easily with a dissolution algorithm I had come up with long ago for a similar purpose. No sooner had I pulled the pod away from the ship, than the ship itself began to move, slowly. My heart pounded with anxiety. She wouldn't just leave me here, would she? The comscreen flashed to life, filled with her lovely face. "No offense dude, but I'm going to speed things up a bit by rotating the shuttle bay doors in your direction. Your calculations gave the amount of time until the physical intersect. Strategically speaking, it would be advantageous to subtract the time that we would be within radar range from that estimate. Meaning that we only have twenty minutes left, so you better get your tail back in here." "Doh," I clapped my forhead. "Radar range. That one always gets me. So I guess I'll toss the beacon away into space," as I was about to do. "How about we launch it using the catapult, simultaneously using a brief punch-thrust to propel us in the direction of Syrene, after which we coast on momentum until our thrusters are clear of detection range. That way, if they do happen to detect a burst of thruster blast, they'll associate it with the alteration in the course of the beacon. Plus, the catapult will give us complete control over the direction and velocity, unlike a random toss with robotic arms. " "Right," I said, meekly. "Just what I was about to say." "You're a really lousy liar," she said. "And you know what else?" "No." "Girls are smarter." I cursed wordlessly. The open doorway of the shuttle bay appeared in front of me, and with a light tap on the thrusters I found myself inside. The doors promptly closed behind me. Once the pressure had equalized, she slid open the inner access door, (she had been watching through the square portrait-sized window) and helped me disengage the beacon from the robotic arms. It wasn't too heavy, light enough for one person to handle. "Here, let me get that," she said, "You'd probably drop it and break it." "Hey," I protested. She opened the door to a nearby transport chute and tossing the nasty artifact of the Inquisition inside, and selecting "catapult" from the menu of buttons arrayed alongside as the door slid shut, and there was a soft bumping sound as nasty thing was whisked off to its destination. Silently, we both hurried back to the bridge, where we sat as before, I on the left and she on the right. Her hands flew across the controls. "Syrene," I said. She nodded. "Once we're moving, If they get within radar range, they'll see us," she said. "Let me handle that," I replied, already gesturing in the air over the PDA, sliding and toggling and twisting the virtual controls and panels. "Just get us the hell out of here." She blinked. "OK." "Cloaking field," I explained. "Oh. Well, Here goes a quick blast to send us in the direction of Syrene, as I launch the beacon in another direction." "You should send it away from them, not towards them, so it will take longer for them to catch up with it." She smiled wryly at me. "I figured the best strategy would be to launch it in the direction of another populated starsystem nearby, but in the opposite direction of our projected course, one which which the enemy ship would plausibly presume to be our destination. I chose Narzene from the list that your PDA turned up." "Why do I even bother?" I asked. "You're goofy," she said, "But cute. OK, here we go." I sat back in my seat, bracing myself for the jolt, but the counter-thrust gravitational damping was perfect, and I didn't feel a thing. Damn, these old Sabres were built right. We both watched on the display as the nasty old beacon flew off to vanish in the stars, and meanwhile I worked to get the cloaking device up and running. I had never used it on a vessel as big as this one, but the same basic principle scaled up just fine, and once I flipped the virtual toggle to power the cloaking subsystem, and we were apparently, no longer apparent. "Those things still spook me out," she said, watching me. "What, the holo-controls?" "Is that what you call them? Waving your hands in the air to make stuff work." Her movements got all flustery to illustrate. "Weird," she said. "It's going to take me a while to get used to them." After a good ten minutes or so, the three Imperial vessels noticed the change of course, and set off faithfully in pursuit of the beacon. Apparently, our disappearance was successful. Completely drained and exhausted from the days events, I stumbled off to find something that looked like a guest bedroom in order to collapse in sleep. A glance back, I saw her starry eyes twinkling as she sat watch over the bridge. Then again, she had spent plenty of time resting. ____________________________________________________________ next part _______________________________________________________ For more stories, please visit our site: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian

To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian Now offering over 140,000 words of pure prurience! -------------------------------------------------------- Therapy by Vivian Darkbloom Ms. Camphor led me down the drab middle-school hallway to her office. As I followed behind her, unwillingly feeling myself coaxed by the undulation of her large, but well-proportioned buttocks, the scent that emerged from the swish of her thin, almost see-through cotton print dress of lavender soap with sweet traces of her personal aroma factored in. My eyes narrowed in irritation at having been summoned from my English class by one of her little square green slips, and I scuffed my rubber sneakers along the waxed brown floor, making a suitably annoying screeching sound with every step I took. Nonetheless, she smiled with her usual unruffled composure, casually waving at one of the other counselors, who curiously watched as Ms. Camphor unlocked the door. I blinked as my senses were plunged into the alternate reality of her office. The first shock was the change in surroundings. From a harsh and hard institutionally boring turd-brown hallway, coated with sickening shades that only a half-braindead school administrator would think of choosing to torture any surface with, into a soft and subtly shaded room, carpeted and tapestried, minimally and tastefully adorned. Kokopelli peered out at me from the wall, as did Jerry Garcia and Mohandes Gandhi, along with a dozen other faces I barely recognized. There was a gigantic poster of someone hang-gliding over a breathtaking mountainscape. The second surprise was that I had company. Three girls sat around a partial circle, with two open spaces, presumably for me and Ms. Camphor. Tracy, Sahara, and Kailani who I knew from various of my classes. All were smiling welcomingly, yet shyly, as I entered, and none spoke. Ms. Camphor, also still smiling, with therapeutically sympathetic kindness, sat, and invited me with her eyes to join them. Although she was older, and time graced her black hair with brush-strokes of grey, she was still quite attractive, I thought. In fact, she had been the object of several, um, romantic fantasies earlier that week. My heart pounded. What kind of trouble am I in now? I wondered. It was kinda weird, being in a room with all those girls and stuff, `cause I'm not even sure girls are from the same planet sometimes, they're so weird. "Now, that we're all here, would anyone like to start?" offered Ms. Camphor. All were too timid. "Ok, how about if I break the ice. Orion," she faced me, looking into my eyes. "These girls have each come to me individually to complain that they can't concentrate on their classes while you're around, so I thought it might be good for us all to get together and see if we can resolve some of the underlying psychological issues, in order to co-create a helpful and supportive academic environment." I rolled my eyes. Oh brother, not more of this touchy-feely counseling bullshit. "Would any of you like to start?" asked Ms. Camphor. Momentary silence, then Tracy, Miss Prim and Proper straight-A Priss, raised her hand. "Might as well get it out of the way." Her long curly brown hair was done up in a pair of braids, and her dozens of freckles momentarily faded as she blushed. "My fantasy was that you were, um, you know. Inside of me, from behind, and like, the story I shared with you guys before. . ." Redhaired Sahara finished for her: "She imagined that I was underneath, licking her clitoris while she had an, um, orgasm." I turned to look at Sahara the beautiful (each girl in the room was smashingly beautiful, in fact). Like Tracy, she was also pale-skinned and freckle-faced, only her long hair was fiery red with golden-blonde highlights. All natural, too. How many times I had thought about, um, being with her. I shifted uneasily in the plastic school-chair, not wanting to reveal the hard-on that was beginning to form. The more I tried not to think about it, the worse it became. I resisted the tormenting urge to reach down and reposition it more comfortably. Unnoticing, Ms. Camphor turned to Kailani. "Are you ready to share?" Kailani, the thin blonde, smiled shyly. Of the three younger girls, she was the only one wearing a dress, a light pastel colored spring thing. "Um sure. I had a couple of different fantasies. Like, pretending I was a man and screwing your butt with a dildo." My hard-on progressed further, and I blushed with shame, thinking that the girls might notice it. I shifted in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to make it more comfortable. Maybe I could pretend I had to go to the bathroom? But then I would have to stand up, and it would stick out, and they would see it for sure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tracy's erect nipples poking out through her blue cross-striped shirt. Ms. Camphor exhaled, "Alright, then. I have been studying up on this phenomenon, and I came across a group of researchers who devised an experimental technique for dealing with the situation. I've been authorized by the administration to give it a try. I'll need you to agree to co-operate with me as best you can, and if at any time you feel that you feel as though something is inappropriate or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. Agreed?" We gave the overwhelming response which we, as middle-school students, were proudly the most talented at giving, basically dumbfounded silent stupor. Fortunately, Ms. Camphor was experienced enough not to press the issue, and apparently took our enthusiasm as an answer in the affirmative, for in any event she kept right on rolling: "For the next part of the process, I'd like us to all close our eyes." With a flood of relief, I observed that all had their eyes closed, then surreptitiously leaned forward and elbowed my tormented member into a better position. Only Kailani hadn't had her eyes entirely closed, and she opened them again and winked at me, and then closed them again. "I'd like you to imagine a bright golden light, entering the top of your head, and pouring down into every part of your body. Your shoulders, your upper arms, your breasts, your forearms and hands, down to your belly, your reproductive organs, your thighs and down your legs. Now imagine the light being drawn into the center of the earth, and feel yourself sinking into a state of perfect relaxation." She continued to prattle on in this sort of manner, with all this weirdo touchy-feely trash. About the last thing I felt was perfectly relaxed, and the harder I tried, the more agitated I found myself becoming, until finally she said, "And now open your eyes." As I did, I thought I noticed Tracy and Sahara staring at my crotch, which had subsided but a little. "Next," continued Ms. Camphor, as she got up from her chair, and twisted the doorknob lock until it clicked, "I've been studying cases that most resemble this one and there are some techniques that I'd like to try." She returned to her seat. "First of all, I need to have each one of you swear to the confidentiality of everything that goes on in this room." She went around and had each one of us swear to it. "All right," she said. "The basis of the technique is that the way to regain the ability to concentrate on academic subjects is not to avoid the object of fascination, but rather to confront it directly, and see that it has no power. So often when we face these things, we discover that they have no power at all. So, does anyone have a suggestion as to how we should begin?" Tracy raised her hand. Ms. Camphor nodded. "Maybe if we could actually see his, um, private parts, since that would be the object of fascination?" "Excellent," replied Ms. Camphor. "Only we need to apply the reciprocal principle. You will need to show him your genitals as well. But we need to take it carefully, and be sure that each one of you has equal access." She turned to me. Fortunately, my hard-on had subsided by now, so I was feeling less self-conscious. "How about it? Are you willing to participate in the process?" I shrugged reluctantly. "I guess. Whatever will help them be able to study better." "All right then, let's each one of us turn around, so we're facing away from the circle. We'll take off all of our clothes, then when I give the signal, we'll all turn back around at once, so we can confront the reality of having physical bodies. Ok? Everyone turn around." I turned, and followed her instructions, slipping off my trousers and underpants and shirt, silently thanking the stars that my hard-on had finally subsided. Then I stood, as I heard the snap and rustle of elastic and cloth behind me, felt the unexpectedly sexual feeling triggered by the brush of Tracy's dress against my buttocks as she tossed it on the floor. "Oops. Sorry!" she muttered. Finally, the commotion quieted. "Everyone ready?" asked Ms. Camphor. There was a chorus of `yes,' and she continued "Ok, on three. One, two, three. . .." And we all turned. I was facing three naked girls, and a naked counselor. With fascination, my eyes devoured the sights never-before seen, the soft fluffy silken pubescent hairs delicately encircling the fleshy folds, each forming a diaphanous wisp of texture to tantalizingly accentuate the hidden mystery at the point of the downward-facing triangle. The young breasts with nipples standing at attention all around me, in a variety of shapes and sizes, all equally beautiful. And Ms. Camphor's older body with more textures and wrinkles, intricate and more opaque tangles of hair around her vagina, with breasts slightly more weighted, but still attractively springy. I noticed the girls all staring not only at my penis, but also at each other's genitalia. Fortunately my little guy was behaving itself and hanging listlessly, but there was an embarrassing little drop of fluid at the tip, almost -- but not quite -- enough to separate and splatter on the floor. "All right, everybody turn around again and put your clothes back on." I complied with the orders given, the images of the naked girls flitting unforgettably across my mind's eye. Soon we were all sitting down again facing each other. "Now who would like to go first, in sharing the feelings that we experienced in that exercise. Tracy?" "Sure, I'll go," she said. I confess I heard little of the conversation that ensued, as my mind drifted off into other places. Kailani's eyes met mine, a little wider and wilder twinkling. Finally, we had gone around the circle and everyone had shared, and Ms. Camphor was looking satisfied with the results, as the bell rang. "We'll meet again tomorrow," she said. "I've arranged an excused absence for everyone this period. You must promise not to speak to each other of these events outside of this room!" And before she allowed us to leave, she made us all vow to remain silent. I found myself surrounded by the three girls as we surged towards the exit, and when the door spring proved stronger than Kailani's tug, she halted abruptly causing Tracy's breasts to collide into my back as my crotch connected solidly with Kailani's soft butt. She looked around, knowingly, then pulled harder on the door (causing her butt to once more bump into me) and we all departed. ____________________________________________________________ During classes the next day, the four of us would exchange smiling winks and glances, but we did keep our promise, and the next afternoon found us all in the circle again, safely out of the harsh institutional environment, in the soft and cozy cloth-shrouded cocoon of Ms. Camphor's therapy space. Today, she had made us all remove our shoes and socks. "To start us off today, I thought I would bring out an object for us to discuss." Ms. Camphor went over to the filing cabinet, turned the key in the lock, and pulled the drawer out fully. Reaching past the rows of file folders, she drew out an unusual item, and closed the drawer, placing the object on the floor in the center of the circle. "What's that?" asked pale redhead Sahara, though she was already guessing. "Can anyone guess?" asked Ms. Camphor. "A strap-on harness, with a double-dildo designed to be suitable for anal penetration," replied Kailani, eyes lit up with her fantasy of going inside my butt. My anus itched, but I dared not to think about it. Which, of course, only made it worse. Ms. Camphor continued: "I also brought some diagrams. Here is a cross-section of the female anatomy, illustrating the location of the G-spot," she passed around copies for each of us. "And a cross-section of the male anatomy, illustrating the stimulation of the prostate gland." Each drawing showed a finger inserted into the appropriate opening, in the correct position to stimulate the respective area of sensitivity. "Alright, I want everybody to close their eyes. Imagine a golden light. . ." As she prattled on, I imagined quite a few things, but that damned golden light wasn't one of them. Images of the soft young bodies I had seen the day before scurried across my inner movie-screen, one by one, then all together, dancing around me. Ms. Camphor's words wove in between the aching lust that I found growing in the center of my pelvis, until finally she said ". . .and now open your eyes." We all blinked and looked at each other. Today, freckle-faced Tracy had her long dark hair loose, and it fell in careless wavy strands around her neck and shoulders. At the center of the circle lay the icon of the event. "Today, I'd like to try an experiential exercise, as we move in the direction of resolving the difficulty in concentrating. For this portion, Orion, we need you to be at the center of the circle." "Uh, Ok." I got up and sat in the center, while Ms. Camphor placed the harness device on my chair. "Now get on your knees," instructed Ms. Camphor. "Is it prayer time?" I asked, belligerently falling to my knees on the rug, faking an evangelical preacher's voice: "So help me Jesus, forgive me in the name of the blood and the holy ghost. . . I feel a healin' comin' on!" "Very funny," said Ms. Camphor, as the girls all giggled. "Now, girls, I want you all to remember, the resolution must be distributed evenly among you. So whoever's mouth he ejaculates into, must kiss each of the others in order to share the male body fluid. Do you want to try a dry run right now, before we begin?" The hair stood up on the back of my neck as she said the word "ejaculated." I had never had an orgasm before. I had learned how to get my dick hard by gently stroking it, particularly the part right behind its little red head, and had seen the drops of fluid oozing out, but I had never had a full-on orgasm, so I didn't even know if I could yet. Dark-haired Tracy started by facing red-headed Sahara, who reciprocated by facing her friend, and they both leaned forward, lips meeting lightly at first, then more deeply as they embraced. Kailani looked at me. "Well, I could kiss you while I'm waiting," she said to me. Ms. Camphor nodded. Kailani kneeled down on the floor in front of me, shuffling up until our knees all met on the floor, and awkwardly put my arms around her, hands behind her head, as her lips approached mine. I had never kissed a girl before! The sensations flew into my brain at a million miles an hour, the entire world cushioned in a blissful glow that descended as our lips and tongues made contact. As I noticed the unevenness of her eyeliner, my mind tried to recreate the moment when she had put it on, perhaps sitting half-naked in the privacy of her room, wondering what had been on her mind while she applied the minute strokes of black pigment as she did each day, perhaps awaiting breakfast whose smells had come wafting up the stairway (if she lived on the second floor, which for some reason I imagined she did). Her tongue felt odd, rough and yet gentle at the same time. Her cheeks tasted of chocolate, soft, slippery and pliant. I could feel her love through the gestures, as her pelvis quivered gently against my thigh, the points of her small breasts pressed into my chest. I lightly touched the surface of her eyelids, the fine silken strands of her beautiful, shoulder-length blonde hair. Together we noticed that the other two girls had finished, so we parted, Kailani jumped up onto Sahara's lap, and they began kissing, and as Kailani ran her fingers through the long strands of Sahara's flaming red hair I could see their breasts touching, kissing at the same time as their mouths were. The clean, bright smell of girl-sweat filled my nostrils. Tracy knelt down, smiling sheepishly, rosy-cheeked. Her firm young face was splashed with dozens of freckles, sharp and detailed with the blush of youth. She followed Kailani's example, and snugged up to me, but before we kissed, we gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds. She reached up and brushed light fingers across my forehead. I reached forward and kissed her, the second girl I had ever kissed. Her mouth tasted of the minty freshness of toothpaste, as the sweetness of her little gasping moan belied the prudish attitude she generally put on, and we clutched each other passionately as our tongues probed and prodded and pushed. Finally, we parted with smiles, and Kailani dragged Tracy over and began to ravish her, as Sahara drew before me in full glory of her lioness-like strawberry-blonde hair. The golden highlights in her eyebrows herded the dark freckles splayed across her forehead, until the flowed down her nose and across her smiling cheeks, and before I knew it our lips had met in the fullness of my third kiss, the longest so far, as we took turns tantalizing each other with sweet sweeping flicks of lips and tongue. "Excellent," exclaimed Ms. Camphor, clapping once as the girls fell into place kneeling around me. "Orion, do you find that your penis is uncomfortable in the position it's in? Because I notice that you seem bashful about adjusting it. Go ahead if you would like." "Ok," I did, under the girls' curious gazes. "Now, I need you to all participate in loosening his pants." Instantly, six hands were on me, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, and soon I was down to my underpants. Somehow in the process, each of the girls had curiously pushed or prodded my firmness. Kailani even met my eyes as she ran her finger up and down it, sending tingles up and down my spine. "Underpants too," persisted Ms. Camphor. Tracy obediently reached on either side of me and pulled down the elastic, revealing once more the sight they had all seen yesterday, only this time in the shape of things that come. "Now you'll each take turns kissing his reproductive organs. I'll be taking notes and keeping track with a timer, just to be certain that everyone has an equal chance. Who would like to start. Sahara?" Sahara walked on her knees over in front of me, and bent over, smiling, and when I felt a warm moistness closing around my tip it was a bit of a shock. When I heard the word kiss, I assumed she would just give it a little peck. It was as if the great puppetmaster had yanked on a string inside of me, I began thrusting and grunting with pleasure to see my dirty old pee-hole inside the red lips of such a beautiful red-maned face, knowing I could let go of my nasty stuff inside her mouth at any time, with the other two girls watching. I held her head gently with both hands, the strange fragrant strawlike texture of her beautiful curls caressing between my fingers as we undulated together. After awhile, Kailani leaned forward and kissed Sahara on the ear, on the cheek, and then Sahara let my unbelievably stiff organ out of her mouth, in order to kiss Kailani. I loved watching the two of them turn each other on, especially as Kailani slyly reached out to caress Sahara's breast with one hand, even as she wrapped her index finger around the base of my shaft. After a while, Kailani took over where Sahara had been, now taking my tip into her blonde headed chocolate-tasting mouth. But Sahara didn't leave -- she began exploring with her tongue in other places. Down the shaft, tracing the underside of my balls. Finally, Kailani relented and let me slide from between her lips. She turned and motioned to Tracy, who took my nasty stiff organ of urination into her hands, covered with the saliva of two other girls, and slowly began to immerse me in the delicate sparkling clean warmth of her oral cavity. I could feel the mintiness! Seeing my stiff organ ready to explode my naughty jelly inside the mouth of this beautiful innocent prude gave me shudders, as I bucked and thrusted, feeling her tongue on the hole, probing my tip searching for the sweet drops that were dripping out. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kailani pick up the strap-on, and Ms. Camphor nodded. Kailani was wearing a dress today, and she lifted it up, deftly removing her panties and sliding them over her ankles. Ms. Camphor produced a bottle of lubricant, and as Kailani worked out how to fasten the silly thing to herself, Ms. Camphor opened the bottle and began massaging between the crack of my buns. Sahara continued to probe with her tongue, up and down the shaft, as she caressed underneath my balls. Soon I felt a sensation similar to taking a shit, only in the inverse, as the smooth tip of the dildo forced its way into my anal cavity. Its stiffness echoed the stiffness of myself in Tracy's sweet innocent mouth, and I glanced behind me to see Kailani lost in a blissful moaning trance, eyes half-closed and mouth wide open as she released her inner being to the erotic forbiddeness of it all. The radiating neural electricity from front and back rose and fell in waves, rising higher each time until Kailani, behind me, jerked and convulsed all out of control, like she had been jolted by an electric shock or something, and the sparks of energy flew through my anal sphinctre, touching a forbidden dirty place deep inside of me. I felt a strange pulsing, stronger than I ever had before, and propelled by the nasty ass-fucking, I felt my body shooting spurts of hot filthy juice into Tracy's crystal-pure clean mouth, felt her tongue welcoming each spicy drop as it squirted, like a hand over the side of a boat as it glided along the ocean. Wow, I couldn't believe it! My first orgasm, right into her mouth. She obediently released my dripping spear from her mouth, to kiss the anxiously waiting Sahara, and I could see Sahara eagerly sucking up the slimy snotlike substance that had just come out of my pee-hole, from between Tracy's lips. Then, as Tracy walked on her knees around behind me to kiss Kailani (now leaning back lazily), Sahara resumed where Tracy had left off, carefully licking up all of the disgusting fluid dripping from my still-hard penis, and smacking her lips with satisfaction, as I heard Kailani slurping my phlegm from between Tracy's lips. Man, was I exhausted! All I could do was collapse on the carpet, my heart pounding, and soon I found myself joined by the other warm bodies, and felt hands gently caressing my still-hard organ. I looked up and saw Ms. Camphor glancing at the stopwatch, pen spiraling frenetically as she scribbled. She looked over her glasses at us as she efficiently snapped the book shut. "Excellent progress," she commented. "In five minutes or so, I'd like you to all take out a sheet of paper and write some notes on your observations of this event. Maybe a page and a half or so." Collectively we rolled our eyes, but sure enough, the rush of the pounding heartbeats gradually subsided, as did the stiffness between my legs, and soon we were all sitting there with pen and paper in hand, writing in the most academically scholarly manner. At the end, Ms. Camphor collected the sheets, and we discussed the next meeting. "Could we do it after school instead tomorrow?" asked Tracy. "I have a test sixth period." "How is that for everybody?" asked Ms. Camphor. Everyone nodded. "Ok, let's meet right after school." The bell was ringing, so with our collective student instinct we packed up our bags and got up to leave. "I'd like everyone to bring a journal to write in tomorrow," Ms. Camphor called after us. "Ok," I heard a voice say. Sahara was in front this time, so there were no collisions, unfortunately. ____________________________________________________________ As I was getting ready to get on my bike to ride home from school, I saw Tracy in the parkinglot. I rode over to her. "That was pretty cool," I said. She laughed, embarrassed. "You know," I continued, "I've never had an orgasm before. I guess that's what that was, wasn't it?" She laughed again. "I'd say so," she replied. "I've never had one either." "Well maybe I can help you get one," I said. "Ok. See you tomorrow!" She turned her head so that her long dark hair fell in front of her eyes, as she walked away. ____________________________________________________________ Leave it to Tracy, I thought as the four of us filed into Ms. Camphor's office the next day. I mean, I liked ejaculating into her mouth (or however you call it) but she was such a goody-two shoes. Just because she had a test today, the rest of us couldn't skip sixth period like we had the last two days. I was hoping the next day we could go back to the previous idea of skipping class -- that is, if we kept on meeting. I wasn't sure how long the therapy was supposed to go on. We had been stuck outside the locked door of the office, standing in the hallway, and there was an awkward silence, punctuated only occasionally by bits of conversation between Tracy and Sahara, talking about stuff only girls seem to know about. Shucks, I was barely certain that girls were even human! So anyway, the door finally had opened, and these two like, really knockout girls walked out, leaving Ms. Camphor to hold the door open so we could file in. When we were all seated, she walked around, distributing the papers we had handed in the day before, only now all covered with red marks. "A few grammatical problems I noticed," she said. "Can anyone tell me the difference between the word `their,' a possessive, and `they're,' the contraction?" Like I cared about any of that rot. But Tracy's arm flew up, disturbing the long black curly locks, and she babbled some obscure English-grammar stuff I couldn't understand, and Ms. Camphor seemed satisfied. Finally, we were all sitting in a circle, and Ms. Camphor started off on her "I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine a golden light. . ." spiel. I simultaneously rolled and closed my eyes (a particular talent of mine) and endured the hypnotic prattling once more. Actually, I kinda had to admit it wasn't so bad, and finally she said ". . .and on the count of three, open your eyes. One, two, three." Blinking, I looked around me at the three smashingly lovely teenage girls around me, and our delightfully humored elder guide. "So, then. How did everybody feel about yesterday's session? Are we having an easier time concentrating on schoolwork?" Awkward silence. Finally, the blonde-haired Kailani raised her slender hand. "I'm having a little easier time concentrating, but I think we need to do more work still." Ms. Camphor surveyed the room. "Is that about how everybody feels?" All nodded, slightly, agreeing but not wanting to let on that one agreed with an adult. Tracy raised her hand. "How much more work will we have to complete, in order to, well you know. Recover our ability to concentrate." "Good question," replied Ms. Camphor. "It's difficult to predict exactly, but we still need to get through the coital sessions before you'll see any real results. We need to have him ejaculate inside each one of your vaginal orifices at least once before we can call it quits. Sometimes the anal orifice will suffice, but we may as well play it safe." "Ok," replied Tracy. Ms. Camphor turned to me. "All right, Orion, it's time to kneel on the floor again. This time, I'll permit you to undo your own trousers. I stepped forward, and knelt on the carpet, hesitating at first. I had never taken my clothes off in front of a girl before, let alone three of the most ravishing beauties in our entire school! But academia awaited my sacrifice, and I knew that if these poor girls were ever to succeed in their classes, I had to brace myself for the worst. So, I loosened my pants and yanked them down, though somehow they got all snarled around my knees, so I rolled over on my back to get them off of me, and they wound up flying across the room. This set the girls to giggling again. Finally I got back on my knees, dressed only in my underpants and shirt. My penis protruded embarrassingly, uncontrollably stiff, and all my efforts at concentration to call it off only made it harder. The tip of it even stuck out a little above the elastic! Eventually I gave in, and just pulled them down around my knees. Here Ms. Camphor chimed in, stopwatch and notebook in hand. "Tracy, since his ejaculation was into your mouth yesterday, we'll have you sit out today. But you can man the strap-on, if you like." Tracy nodded sycophantically, ever wanting to please. What a little suck-up primrose. She started obediently taking off her jeans, and examining the straps on the dildo, working out how to slip it around her. "Kailani, Sahara, would you like to kiss his reproductive organs?" Both in unison fell from their chairs, attacking my poor hardened pee-hose. I actually had forgotten to go pee before we started, and the nagging needfulness of my urinary tract only added to the stimulation, making me even stiffer. Man, would this hard-on ever end? Kailani and Sahara eagerly embraced their appointed task, and I soon found myself with blonde-haired and red-haired heads bobbing in front of me. They took turns, first one on the tip and the other on the shaft, then switching places. I placed my hands on a soft shoulder or beautiful head-top as available, in order to steady myself. I felt slippery fingers running up and down the crack of my butt. Swiveling my head, I saw that it was Tracy. "I saw Ms. Camphor do this yesterday," she smiled. "So I think I can figure out how it works." Her face was flush from the stimulation of the half of the dildo that was already inside of her. When she had spread enough of the lubricant liquid up and down my crack (she would stop to wiggle her fingertip in my shit-hole on the way) she slid my end of the dildo up from between my legs, until it was against the hole. Then she began to push rhythmically. I could tell from the corner of my eye, that the thrusting motion was having an effect on her, as her eyes glazed over and her head skewed slightly in surrender to the erotic sensations. What a rush, seeing a girl who was so ordinarily prim and self-controlled, lost in dirty thoughts, with her private personal special secret hole connected to my ass, even! As she pushed harder, her tip penetrated me further and further, until our connection was as solid as the hard-on in front of me. Which would it be? Sahara or Kailani? Who would get the icky snot in their mouth today? I almost felt like I was going to pee inside one of their mouths, but I remember a book I read back in "Human Growth" education saying it was impossible, and I sure knew it was impossible to pee at all when my wee-wee was all stiff. Kailani, the blonde, lovingly swallowed me into her mouth, and her upper teeth rode along that killer spot, between the tip and the shaft on the top, until I felt like I couldn't even take it any more. She looked up at me with her enormous eyes, a steel-grey color with golden sparkles twinkling inside. Then with a little slurping noise, she let go and Sahara took over. Now my aching readiness was engulfed in a mane of red, and her long strawberry curls lightly caressed the front of my thighs, adding to the tantalizing sensation of stimulation. She smiled while she sucked on me (I didn't even know that was possible!) and gazed into my soul with her freckle-faced forehead and forever-blue eyes, the color of skies receding into infinite clouds. Then Kailani. . . Then Sahara. . . Then Kailani. . . Then Sahara. . . Tracy in the meantime moaning more urgently behind me, then without warning she torqued wildly, giving an involuntary yelp as she shivered and thrust uncontrollably. At that point, I had just exited Sahara's mouth, and was about to enter Kailani's, but the pulsing trigger solidly inside my behind set off a jerking repeated gush of snotlike drops from my pee-hole. The first few landed on Kailani's nose and left cheek, until she thought quickly enough to wrap her lips around me and suck up the rest of the yucky mucous spurting out of me. When I felt her upper teeth on that killer spot, I found myself bucking and thrusting even harder, almost to where I was afraid I was going to hurt her or something. Never mind, she was Ok. As Tracy, behind me, collapsed forward onto my back, still hard in my ass, with her tits poking into my shoulderblades, Kailani still had me in her mouth, as Sahara leaned over to carefully lick my milky white snot from Kailani's smooth pale cheeks and nose. Then Sahara smacked her lips, smiling, and Kailani let me slide from her lips into Sahara's, while Sahara explored my now-oversensitive tip for further drops that might have been missed, and Kailani thoughtfully walked around behind me on her knees to kiss Tracy. Turning my head, I watched Tracy suck and slurp my oozing slime from Kailani's mouth between her flushed red lips, like succulent strings spaghetti, and then she kissed Kailani in earnest, with newfound passion triggered by her first orgasm. The two girls who knew what it felt like to have an orgasm with their vaginas connected to my ass, were kissing with the comraderie of shared secrets. I couldn't comprehend what it was that the girls found so inviting about the gross icky gooey stuff that came out of the place I take a whiz from. I mean jeez, I know Ms. Camphor had told them they had to share it, but it seemed like they really took a liking to it. Whatever. It sure was fun to shoot it into their mouths, at least so far. Ms. Camphor clicked the stopwatch, and lay down her pen. "Did you all bring journals like I asked you to?" I rolled my eyes. "Um, no, I forgot," I said, while simultaneously the rest of the girls said something else. The best time to say something is while everybody else is talking, so that way you can't get corrected for saying the wrong thing. Unfortunately, Ms. Camphor had sharp ears, or at any rate sorted out the stories with the adeptness earned by hard years of experience. The lowdown was that I was the only one who had forgotten. "Well, today you can share with Tracy," said Ms. Camphor. "Is that all right with you?" she asked Tracy, who shrugged. So, still naked I waited while the other girls wrote, today nestled in a one of the several plush love-seats that sat against the wall of Ms. Camphor's room, next to the also-still-naked Tracy, who engraved slowly in unbelievably tidy curly cursive letters. We leaned against each other, her hair straggling down my shoulders, my hand in her lap, as I watched in hypnotic fascination while she detailed the entire story of the day's events from her perspective. ____________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________ For more stories, please visit our site: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian

To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian Now offering over 140,000 words of pure prurience! -------------------------------------------------------- Jasmin (part IV) by Vivian Darkbloom We were sufficiently within range of Syrene to resume the use of propulsion. The cloaking field was effective for preventing visual or radar detection of an inert hull, but the intense infra-red wavelengths of thruster propulsion were too much for the algorithm -- as currently designed -- to handle. But it would have to be a pretty cheeky Inquisition ship to risk the consequences, both physical and political, of trespassing the boundaries of the Syrene starsystem territory. Those who had, had swiftly discovered the determination with which the deceptively gentle Syrene authorities would seize their ships and cargo upon a the slightest hint of Inquisition activities, and there were inquisitioners still serving harsh sentences in Syrenian jails. The sentences were quite just, given the threats the inquisitioners had levied on local citizenry, and no amount of petitioning or threats by the Inquisition itself had been sufficient to release them. Not that Syrene culture was repressive -- quite the reverse. They simply had no tolerance for repression imposed by other entities, social, political, or religious. I figured I'd visit an old pal of mine from college days, my friend Xavier Garcia who (last I heard) lived here in a spacestation with his fiance Rosa. I looked him up and, sure enough, he was listed right there in the central directory, so I gave him a buzz. He answered after three rings, and his face popped up on the screen, a few more grey hairs, a tad bit more dimpled with age than the last time I'd seen him, but looking well enough. He burst into a grin when he saw me. "Xithnous, what in the galaxy are you doing way the hell out here? It's good to see you!" "Us X- named people gotta stick together." "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting you. Now this is bizarre, I have a trigonometric fix on your location, but I can't get a visual lock on your ship." "Oh right. Here..." I waved away the holo-projected screens my PDA had splashed across the air, and brought up the control panel for the cloaking application that had been running in the background. I twirled my fingers in the air to shut it down. A look of astonishment crossed his face as he watched the ship appear on screen beside him. "OK dude. Two questions. First, how did you come up with a cloaking algorithm and when are you going to upload it over to here so I can use it. And Second,..." "Actually, that was two questions already." He looked suitably annoyed. "OK, wise-guy. See, this is why I never have conversations with a mathematician. You know I never learned how to count." "Dude, did you even graduate?" "Look," he protested. "All those rumors about someone hacking into the school computer to up my grades so I could graduate... all lies. Complete fabrication." "Hm. Which would sound plausible to anybody who didn't happen to be the person who hacked into the computer to change your grades for you." "Whoa. Dude, was that you? Boy, that was some rasta-weed we just got in here. Steenky kind buds with little red hairs, you know the real tight kind. And just a hint of pine in the aroma. Mm-mm-good. Speakin' of which, you gotta come by and have a few bongloads." I laughed. "I think I'll pass on the bongloads, but I'd be glad to come by and borrow your dock while I take a ferry to the surface." "Quicker to just take the elevator, but whatever. Mi casa es tuyo, amigo, you're welcome to borrow the space dock anytime. Which brings me to my second question..." "Third question." "Whatever, where in the galaxy did you get that ship?" "Oh, just kind of floating around in space," I said. "It's mine, actually," piped in Jasmin, who had appeared behind me. His eyes widened even wider still. "OK, and who are you?" "Jasmin McCloud," she said simply. Xavier looked off into space thoughtfully. "Name rings a bell," he said. "Isn't there some park somewhere by that name? Anyway, charmed and delighted to meet you. So when are you coming by to visit?" "Would right now be OK? We're trying to get to the surface to find a shuttle to replace the one that went missing from the bay of this ship." "Sounds like I need to hear this story in person. So drop on by, here are the orbital parameters." (he dropped them into the hypertext transfer channel, from which they popped up underneath the screen displaying his picture) "Whoo boy, a Sabre parked outside my place. Are the neighbors going to be jealous or what? Now is that a DX or one of the MX series?" "DX-42. Top of the line," I boasted. He gave a low whistle. "Well, we'll see you shortly." "And Xavier," "Yah?" "Please don't go around telling a bunch of people we're here. I'd like to keep it sort of low-profile." "You got it buddy. Mum's the world." The screen blinked off, and I sighed. Jasmin encircled my shoulders with her arms and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Interesting friend," she said. "Suppose he could say the same thing about me." I looked up at her, swiveling around so she was in front of me, and she sat on my lap facing me. "I suppose I could say the same about you," I replied. Today she wore what looked like a school uniform, all in white with a knee-length pleated dress, neatly creased all around. And white knee-socks with black-strap schoolgirl shoes.. "I'm glad you're my friend," she said. "Me too." "Glad that you're your own friend?" "No, I mean I'm glad you're my friend, you little brat. You knew what I meant." "So did you really break into the school's computer?" "Hey look. It was a long time ago, and all I changed was just one `D' he had gotten from a teacher just on account of personality conflict, and we all agreed he didn't deserve it. He would have graduated anyway. I never should have done it. It was the wrong thing to do, but it's too late to go back and change it." She blinked at me with waifish anime-wide eyes. "Not even for me?" "It just wouldn't be right, sweetie." She gave a lustful grunt and shifted on my lap. "I love it when you talk about doing the right thing, right and wrong, and stuff like that." "Ethics?" "Yeah. I love it when you talk ethics. It makes me all hot." Panting softly, she lifted her neatly-creased schoolgirl dress to reveal the spot of moisture in the center of her scrunched-up panties. Before I knew it, she had ripped open the front of my jeans and was slobbering all over my rising member. I gasped for air, glancing quickly at the comsystem console to be sure all outside communications were switched off. Then I gently and lovingly cupped her head in my palms as delicately and passionately her skillful tongue sent my mind spinning into whirls of ecstasy. We fucked on the carpeted floor, right there in the bridge. She didn't bother taking off any of her clothes, only her panties that flew across the room as she looped them over her black dress shoes and flung them. Her face was flush with passion as she spread her legs up high, ankles behind her ears, and I delicately kissed her crimson lips as I rammed myself hard into her slimy wet orifice, which was invisible beneath the crisply ironed impeccably pressed skirt. Again and again I dove into her, eliciting moan after moan of blissful excitation. Nearly dressed as we were, it was almost like we were just having a casual conversation. I could have been the classroom teacher, me and the schoolgirl just having a tiny chat, with a special little hidden interaction going on under the table, a delightful secret that only the two of us shared. Her orgasms grew and climaxed, tantalizing and coaxing until finally the anticipated release built up steam, and as I drew up for the ultimate thrust, she ferociously devoured my lips with smacks of loving passion, and nestled so cozily in the intimate caverns of her delicate young body, I found my sweet surrender to convulsions of careening, satisfying squirting of my slime into her slippery chambers. ____________________________________________________________ We decided it would be best to wash the dress, so we tossed it into the laundry unit, which correctly identified the nature of the substance(s) that had stained it, along with an illuminated menu of possible remedies. For a delightful hour or so, she pranced about the ship in nothing but her frilly little panties. Plus, of course, the knee-high white socks and black schoolgirl shoes. As we approached Syrene, the comsystem beeped with the an autoloaded document it had received, that contained the hundreds of pages of pertinent regulations for spacegoing vessels along with a five page summary. It required a signature, which I gave, and we proceeded on our course to space-station beta, where Xavier lived. Ah, bureaucracy. All in all, I'd say it was a pretty smooth border crossing. Some of these places they want to board your ship and search the whole thing with bio-scanners before you can even establish a sensible orbit, but Syrene was know for being cool and collected, and promoting an atmosphere of trust. So far it had served them well. The spacestation was enormous, one of a dozen or so orbiting the planet, home to about a hundred families and individuals who resided there for various reasons. Some worked in the shipping channels of the interplanetary or intergalactic space, so shaving off the extra part of the commute from the planet surface added a few hours to one's day. Others, like my friend Xavier, simply preferred life in a lower-gravity environment, plus all the excitement and culture the station drew to it. Indeed, there were some theatrical and musical shows that never toured outside the station circuit, often taking advantage if the lower gravity for special effects, and the space-station show had become a veritable institution and subculture of its own with groupies and regulars and professionals who devoted their lives to it. I wish I could describe the shape of the station better. I'll do the best I can: From the distance, it looked sort of like a glittering metal, gigantically large, spiked ball. Imagine the skyline of an ordinary planet-bound city, with skyscrapers and different designs of buildings and such, only that the structures all radiated out three-dimensionally from a central point. Then you begin to picture what we saw in the viewscreen as we approached. A key difference between a planet-bound skyscraper and a zero-gravity one, is that people are inclined to extend the latter in bizarre Escheresque directions, sending a branch at 90 degrees in an "L" shape, or a T shape, or an X shape (though the letters in the Sorlolian alphabet are shaped in ways which lend themselves particularly well to architecture, and are often applied for such a purpose). Given that the orientation can be shifted simply by altering the projected gravitational field, the ceiling of one space might be the wall of another, two adjacent rooms might be gravitated in the exact inverse, one upside-down of the other. In fact, there were some who specialized in deliberately replicating the bizarre spatial effects of M.C. Escher's engravings. As we got closer, we began to grasp the enormity and complexity of it, and details of the windows, and people inside the windows, and ships twittering about all around, flashing beacon lights, the occasional person in a space-suit wandering about. The spacestation never sleeps, as they say. We entered the coordinates Xavier had given us into the station's guidance system, and it proffered a convenient conveyance beam, asking us to please shut off all onboard propulsion (which we did) so that it could guide us safely and efficiently to our destination. On all sides, ships buzzed by, huge multi-storied windowed buildings loomed ahead of us only to vanish around behind, inside the windows we could see a boy watching television here, a lesbian couple preparing a salad there, a woman at a computer over there, glowing curtains closed on a lot of them to concealing the mundane or secret sexual activities going on behind. Eventually we turned down a deserted orangish-tan alleyway, with square bay door, and a glassene kitchen-window above it, with white curtains decorated with light-blue trim. The bay door had slowly flashing white lights all around it. It was was marked in large industrial black letters with a multidigit number (now forgotten), above which was a fancy colorful artistically handpainted sign, three-dimensional confetti letters done all up in garish colors reading "Xavier and Rosa's place." As we approached, the bay doors opened diagonally in front of us, and lights came on inside to reveal a typical space-garage, populated by a funky old two-seated cruiser, plus a ridiculous hodge-podge of the sort of junk that accumulates in such places, a worn out oil-splattered pump from here, a rust-covered spare thruster manifold set from there (just needs a little fixing up!) and huge piles of stuff filled with objects whose original purpose in life I could only begin to guess, and whose main usefulness at this point was to participate in a series of bizarre ever-shifting set of sculptures, consisting of odds and ends cherished by an eccentric junk collector. Xavier's grinning face flashed up on one of the smaller console screens. "That old honker of a ship won't fit in my tiny little bay, so we'll just anchor it there and I'll send out one of the pods. The pod's a bit small, so I hope you all don't mind getting a little cozy for a bit." He gave a kind of kinky laugh. The anchor cables snaked out from the walls, puzzled for a moment over the ancient protocols from several hundred years ago, until the Sabre and the spacestation docking system reached a tentative accord, and we could hear the faint metallic echoes through the hull as the anchors attached and then pulled tight to secured the ship in place. I'll spare you the details of my conversation with Xavier. Rosa was smart. She greeted us, smiling, then promptly left to go off and do something worthwhile. Within a few minutes, Jasmin began fidgeting, yawning, and drumming her fingers, and she eagerly followed my suggestion to locate Rosa and see if she couldn't find something they could do together. Being men, Xavier and I of course did not discuss anything of genuine emotional import. The closest we got was a brief investigation of the relative merits of various female body parts, but that awkward topic soon passed and we got onto safe, manly matters, such as the current political situation with the Inquisition, and the status of various advances in the current technology. The conversation was regularly punctuated with the sound of him taking bong hits, and though I did not indulge, the musky second-hand smoke made my head swim a little. At regular intervals, a topic of discussion would trigger some memory of an event we had both witnessed or mischief we had both participated in, which would yield minutes lost in reminiscences and fond retelling of the old myths. He was curious about my cloaking algorithm, so I let him download it and we chattered about installing it in his cruiser, but of course didn't get around to actually doing it. We discussed the best way to find a shuttle craft with which to populate the bay of the Sabre, and he knew somebody that was selling one, but it needed a new infra-ray transformer. I talked half-heartedly of needing a new ship for myself, and he offered similarly useful information. I thought (but did not share with him) that perhaps it was time to seek a quiet, planet-bound lifestyle for awhile, to settle down and relinquish all the excitement of space-travel. We then spent a significant amount of time speculating about what would be the best transport route (within the spacestation) to get to the surface-to-orbit elevator, and arrived at a perfect solution. Unfortunately, it turned out to be completely fallacious when Rosa returned (with Jasmin) and, pulling out a nearby drawer, produced an actual map and schedule of the transport shuttles. After glancing at it for a few seconds, she underlined with her thumb the optimal route to our destination, the elevator that would land on the planet's surface adjacent to the H.G. Wells Spaceport. "Why are you heading way the hell out there?" demanded Xavier. "They only just built it, so there's nothin' there really. Other than rolling green hills and a bunch of farms and orchards." "Call it a hunch," I replied, trading glances with Jasmin. Rosa gazed lovingly at Jasmin, with wisdom and kindness. "I do wish you the best and most gracious speed in finding your mother and father." "Thanks," she whispered back, shyly. "It must be a terrible feeling to experience such a loss, but I know they loved you very much." Jasmin had a tear in the corner of her eye. Rosa took Jasmin into her arms as she wept silently. Now it was Xavier's turn to fidget, yawn, and drum his fingers. "If they loved me, then why didn't they come looking for me?" Jasmin demanded quietly. "I'm sure they did," said Rosa. "The thing about space is, there is a lot of it. It's impossible to search everywhere, dear. It simply can't be done." ____________________________________________________________ The descent in the space elevator is a spectacular experience. First there is the elevator itself, resembling in decor a giant version of the art-nouveau glass-windowed elevators in one of those fancy hotels with enormous interior courtyards. The obvious design would have been for an anchor point in geostationary orbit. Unfortunately, given a planet such as Syrene with approximately the same mass as the Earth, this would have called for about 35,000 kilometres of cabling. Fortunately, by strategically altering the gravitational spacetime characteristics by proper application of the G-field, and incorporating a series of mathematical manipulations of complexity beyond the scope of the current document, the engineers of today have achieved the ability to maintain stationary orbits at a much closer radius. On Syrene, the spacestation and the anchor-point of the elevators hangs out at about 330 km from the surface. Intimate awareness of the construction of the cables would be a bit disconcerting to the average tourist, given that the main weight-bearing portion is only a millimetre or so in diameter, consisting of specially fabricated microlinked steel particles manufactured using a relatively new technique. The cable is surrounded, however, in opaque black ultra-strengthened plastic, several centimetres thick. This is for a couple of reasons. One is simply the visually reassuring effect to the rider. The other is that the tiny support cable, possessing such an unexpected strength given its near invisibility, would act like a razor-edged blade to any object coming close to it. Any ship that attempted to plough through it would be sheared in two, and for that reason the whole length of it was decorated with glittering lights and radio beacons to warn all who approached of the danger. Once you step in, it is like a cross between being in the quietly hushed, richly carpeted hotel room, and gazing out the window of a ski-resort gondola, only much higher up. My twinge of financial anxiety began to surface as we stood at the door, waiting to board the elevator. The gentleman in a blue conductor's uniform and glasses and a salt-and-pepper moustache was checking peoples' identification as they boarded. "Syrene ID card? Thank you. ID please? Thank you." We were in the front of the line. "Syrene ID?" "Um, we're travelers, not residents." "That will be three drotchklings. And the young miss? Are you under twelve?" "Yes," I answered for her. "No charge, then." She gave me a dirty look. "That's not quite being honest," she said. "If you go by my birthday, I'm 212." The conductor looked at her curiously. "And you don't look a day over 211." "I was in cryo-stasis," she explained. "Ah. Well in that case, you qualify for our senior discount, meaning that, there is no charge." I set down my luggage, and reached into my pocket to dig out the three drotchklings to pay him, then followed her to a seat by the window. "What was that all about?" I asked, as we wheeled our luggage on board and found a couple of adjacent cushioned velvet seats. "It isn't right to lie," she insisted. "Well it's not entirely a lie. It's more a question of meaning." "Right." "No, seriously. If you look at the intention, the spirit of the law, which is to provide assistance to those less able to afford the fare, then you're justified in accepting the waiver of fees which, you'll note, the conductor agreed with to." Her pelvis squirmed. She leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I love it when you talk ethics," then leaned back smiling. That gave me a tingle in the right place. "Besides, dear, I have to be careful with spending. I only have a thousand or so drotchklings in my bank account." Her smile faded. I don't think she had ever needed to worry about money. The elevator door closed, and we began our descent. ____________________________________________________________ Once I had the privilege of taking a flight in an refurbished antique 20th century aircraft, a Boeing 747 I believe it was. I have no idea how people could stand being cooped up in one of these primitive things for hours on end. Amazing what human beings can adapt to. For some odd reason, the descent to Syrene reminded me of that flight's landing, by way of stark contrast. First, compared with the terrible racket of the airplane flight, there was the silence of the elevator. The elevator had quietly sumptuous music playing, one of the glorious 22nd-century symphonie-electronique, I couldn't identify the composer. The perfect backdrop, at once mysterious, sublime, powerful, and humorous. Then, the view. Who could believe those ancient airliners only had tiny little windows to peek out of? Compared with being surrounded with clear glassene, which auto-adjusted its tinting to compensate for the harmful UV rays of the outer atmosphere. A full 360-degree view, just like being in the gondola of an even older hot-air balloon, only much higher up in the air. How can I describe the refreshing mist of the atmosphere as the late-morning sun refracted and reflected through clear, microscopic particles. The aura of life surrounding the planet, clinging to it, rising like subtle vapor. Then there is the simple drama of proximity, the simplicity of concealment and emergence, not from behind or through anything, but with the straightforward act of being closer or farther away. The spacestation that had seemed so huge receded above us until it was the size of a head, then a hand, then the tip of a finger, then a speck of grey barely visible. And meanwhile, the contours of the planet below us revealed the plenitude of its details as we drew closer. Embracing us, reaching out to us, offering us life as we returned from the emptiness of the void to the surroundedness of glittering enormous turquoise-aquamarine oceans looking like living, moving cake frosting, of mountains looking like gingerbread dusted with powdered sugar, of green forests frozen in boiling dances across rolling hills, dotted with shining mirror lakes of different shapes and sizes like writing in a foreign language. Scratchings in the dust became roads, dots became squares became the roofs of houses, grains of sand became boulders became mountains, and magically we arrived with a swirl of chatter and smiles of awe and wonder. Gently the elevator set down, the doors slid open with a pneumatic `hiss,' and we whisked out of the compartment with the rush of the crowd, wheeling our suitcases down the aisle of the terminus (following the holo-signs that guided us) onboard the monorail car. Here, there was no dispensation for the under-12 (or over 65), but a flat 4-drotchkling fee for each of us. I noticed that residents seemed to be able to ride for free, simply by presenting their identification card for visual examination. The railway cars were clean and modern. Soon, we found ourselves staring out at the lush green landscape gliding effortlessly by, on the way to the H.G. Wells airport. I asked a lady sitting by us the story on riding for free, and she cheerfully explained how on Syrene, all citizens are guaranteed housing, sustenance, transportation and medical care, but can earn extra buying credits by taking on work -- but only in a field which they enjoy. There was a strict battery of psychological tests to ensure that people would only work at jobs that gave them satisfaction and a sense of fulfillment and self-worth. It sounded unrealistically utopian to me, but in the course of my skeptical questioning I started to understand how it had resoundingly succeeded for several centuries. "You should become a citizen," she said. "What is your profession, if I may ask?" "Oh, I'm a mathematician," I said. Jasmin surprised me by whispering under her breath: "He's truly amazing." The lady smiled. "You would have no trouble at all finding things to do. You'll find that around here, people who make a positive difference are generously rewarded." She stood up, as her stop was coming up. "You seem like nice people," she said. "I hope you think about it!" By the time we got to our stop, the H.G. Wells Spaceport, there was nobody else on board the train. When the door opened, I almost didn't want to get off. We were greeted by warm tropical air, and the rambunctious chatter of insects and amphibians invisible in the trees and foliage that surrounded us. Carting her luggage behind her, she plunged ahead of me, and vacantly on autopilot, I followed. The train departed in a mechanistic `whoosh,' without pausing to ask if this were really where we wanted to be, or did we wish to reconsider? No, the dutifully streamlined iron horse had schedules to keep, and better places to be. I looked around the platform. Not much variety, just trees and shrubs, with all sizes of leaves ranging from enormous to tiny needles, exotic flowers in several different colors and shades, pink, purple, yellow, and orange, and a combination of black and red that with a sort of marble stripe through it. There must have been a dozen birds (or some similar animal) within earshot, and the sound of each individual call was astoundingly rich and complex, to say nothing of the astonishing effect of hearing them all together in different parts of the space everywhere around us. The only sign of civilization was a dirt road that led away from the platform, so wordlessly, we followed it, each of us with suitcase wheels bumping along the rocks and pits in the dust. Making me wish I had sprung a few extra drotchklings for the model with smooth-ride G-field antigravity support. I began to wonder if we could just catch the next train back, to wonder if we had even correctly heard the words on the videotaped message her mother had left, that had flown by so swiftly. Had we even gone back and listened again to make sure of what she had said? I don't think we had, but I couldn't distinctly remember in this heat, as I loosened my outer shirt and finally took it off and tied the sleeves around my waist. After awhile on the dusty road, we came to an fork leading off into two directions, with a sign indicating the direction of each fork. The sign was handpainted, neatly, and (I noted with a small measure of relief) did not seem to contain spelling errors. The arrow to the right said "H.G.Wells Spaceport 15 km" and to the left: "Old New Oldtown 1 km." As we stopped to consider, I put in my vote by pointing to the left. "Maybe we can find some sort of vehicle to take us to the spaceport." She looked up with a glint of defiance. "Sweetheart, I'm not about to walk 15 kilometres in this heat. Don't be ridiculous." She shrugged, but gave in, and we proceeded down the twisting and winding road to the left. It got better a little ways up, with something actually resembling pavement, and therefore a smoother surface for the suitcase wheels to roll upon. In a little ways, we began to see signs of human incursion on the landscape, in the form of surprisingly modern-looking buildings neatly arranged on either side of the road, that seemed totally out of place in the middle of such unkempt wilderness. We walked up to the first one, which seemed to be a general store, and pushing through the pressure-sealed tinted glass door, found ourselves in a refreshingly air-cooled shop, populated by a lone attendant, a girl maybe 15 years old with neatly combed hair in a ponytail, dressed in athletic-style clothing, intently lost in a dramatic TV show playing on a moderately sized screen above her. We looked around a bit, and Jasmin wandered impulsively over to the display of candy bars and jellybeans, right in front of the cooler full of soda pop. I approached cleared my throat several times before attaining an audience, but finally the girl looked up and said "Yes, hello. May I help you?" "I was wondering, is there a motel nearby?" "Uh, yeah. There's only one around here, and it's up the street on the left." I could sense her attention being magnetized back to the magical screen of drama above her, when a grinning Jasmin plunked down a pile of assorted candies and chocolates onto the counter. "Please?" she begged me. "What are you trying to do, love? Break the bank?" She looked so disappointed. "Look, five drotchklings worth. That's it. We're about to get lunch, anyway. Which reminds me," I turned back to the girl behind the counter, who was staring at the screen again, "Is there a restaurant nearby?" "One in the hotel," she said, eyes still glued to the screen, "and another one around the corner. Chinese, I think. It keeps changing" Jasmin was performing triage on the assortment of sweets, and finally, with reluctance, pushed a much-abridged edition of the selection towards the girl to ring up. As she was flashing all the items in front of the scanner, I asked Jasmin, "Now, would your mom and dad really have let you buy all that?" She gave a comically absurd "No." Sighing, I handed over the drotchklings, which soon disappeared into the cash-register, as the candy deftly disappeared into a carrying bag, save a transparent, radioactively luminescent orange bar, which she quickly tore open and began sucking on. I did not want to even begin to imagine what it tasted like. With the other hand, Jasmin started to pick up the orphaned sweets to reshelve, but the other girl said laughingly "Oh never mind. I'll put them back." We left the refreshingly cool air to plunge back out into the searing heat, down a few doors to another spiffy modern building, marked "Old New Oldtown Hotel." It towered three floors above us, and as we stepped through the pressurized door we once again found ourselves inside an aircooled room. This time, the person behind the desk was an older woman, hair full-headed grey. She sat on a stool, straight-backed, and hands spread across a book she was reading that lay on the wood-grained desk in front of her. She looked up curiously as we entered. "Room for two?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "Syrene ID?" "Um, no. We're just passing through." "Mmm. You do have ID, though?" "Sure," I fumbled with my things." "I have a double room for 50 drotchklings a night," "Oh, we don't need two beds," said Jasmin, through the crackling wrapper of the sucker in her mouth. I looked at her with alarm. She looked back at me sheepishly, "Just trying to save money," she said. "How much is the single?" I asked. "35..." "He can sleep on the floor," Jasmin continued. "Beg pardon?" I said. "I can wheel in a roll-away for another 5 drotchklings," said the lady behind the desk. "No, it's OK. She likes to sleep on the floor." "Hey!" protested Jasmin. The lady took down a key and slid it across the counter as she completed the paperwork. "Just let me know if you need anything." Was it my imagination, or did she enjoy watching our relationship? As she accepted my money, she said "You should really consider becoming a citizen, you know. We need more free-thinking people around here." "Thanks. So, out of curiosity, is there anything to see in this town?" "Aside from the institute, there's a park beyond the plaza at the end of this street." "Thanks." ____________________________________________________________ The relief of setting down and opening the suitcases inside our newly found abode, opening the curtains for a scenic view, from the third floor. "What next?" she asked. I shrugged. 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To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian Now offering over 140,000 words of pure prurience! -------------------------------------------------------- Love-5 by Vivian Darkbloom WARNING! If you are younger than 18, you should be aware that this story contains graphic detailed descriptions of such disturbing activities as flossing regularly, willing enjoyment of classical music, and completing ones homework on time. There is also some math involved. We therefore recommend a more wholesome, socially acceptable activity, such as watching a Britney Spears or Shirley Temple video. V V | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | V Love-5 by Vivian Darkbloom Pling! Pling! Pling! The tennis racquet sounded like an alien harp as I bounced the ball in the center sweet-spot. Perfect spring day, perfect blue sky for bicycle-riding under, clear with warm breezes filled with gently sweet-scented flower and earth aroma; perfect weather for shorts, bicycle-riding to the local park, to practice serves and backhands against the cement backboard. The endorphins rushed and the sun felt good on my calves as I swung and smashed the perfect serve, bounced on the wall, the ball searing towards me through the balmy springtime air, swung again with backhand this time, but not so perfect, in fact, sent the ball spinning back against the wall behind me. Glancing back, ah yes, the wall. The ancient ivy-covered perimeter surrounding the Moriarty estate. Little would have reached my senses regarding this family, had they not raised such a fuss over the park being built so close to their property. As it turned out, the land was a commons, the public wanted the park, and that was where to build it. So in went the park, and disappeared Moriarty the elder from the public eye with an exasperated "Humph!" Other information surfaced, that their money had come from longstanding interest with the luxury cruise-line trade, and that strange rumors often circulated about what went on within the walls of the estate while the responsible guardians were out surveying their floating castles bobbing about in the Caribbean and the Mediterranean. Another fluorescent green tennis ball, pling! Pling! Pling! Smash! This time not so perfect a serve, and as I frantically angled my racquet to compensate, the ball glanced in a wildly spinning arc behind me. I heard giggling from behind the wall. Walking over to retrieve the missing, I could only find the one. As I stood puzzling over what to do (the wall was too high and short on toeholds to climb, for me at least), I heard a voice. "Hey mister!" off to my right. I walked in that direction, around a corner, under the shade of a large oak tree, to see something I hadn't noticed earlier: an ancient, weathered, moss-encrusted door. The viewing slot had been pushed open and through it I saw a line of shining faces, grinning at me through the rusted grillwork. "You want your ball back?" asked a blonde girl, her hair tied back with bangs curling over the forehead. They all looked to be about eleven years old. She tossed my ball and caught it repeatedly, then missed catching it and it flew out of my sight, causing the grins to flare up into a ripple of giggles as the blonde face disappeared then reappeared again blushing. Intrigued, I was in no hurry to end the transaction. "So," I finally was able to say, "would you like to toss it back over the wall?" She shrugged. "Could. Or I could just open the gate. What's the magic password?" I rolled my eyes. More giggles. Opening the gate didn't look too plausible, as the hinges were crusted over with corrosion and rot. Faintly, I could have sworn I heard the whispered password suggestions: "vagina!" "orgasm!" but it must have been my imagination. "You guys," an Asian girl with long black hair gave a look of disapproval. "How about, Pascal's triangle?" She looked pleased with herself. "What about it?" I asked. "I know!" shouted the brunette. "recite the 5th row of Pascal"s triangle, and we'll give your ball back. "No, that's too hard," said the blonde. I was thinking. "Let's see... 1, 1 1, then 1 2 1, then 1 3 3 1, then 1 4 6 4 1. That's the 5th row. So can I have my ball back? "Hey, you're pretty smart!" remarked a girl with curly long reddish hair. "Can you come help us with our homework?" A face I had not seen before appeared to check me out, an olive-skinned girl of the same skinny, gangling build as the rest, with mysterious dark eyes and golden-blonde hair. "OK, fair is fair," said the light-skinned blonde, and I heard a series of electronic beeps followed by a pneumatic "click," and the door swung easily inwards. My ball bounced in tiny dribbles towards me. I knelt down to snatch it, then glanced up at the blonde girl who stood over me. I didn't intend to allow my eyes to linger near her crotch, but it looked as though she was not wearing any panties under her pastel yellow shorts. A tiny spot of moisture had appeared right in the center of them. Her soft, young lips were parted gently as she sighed, and a wispy strand of hair that had escaped the ponytail drifted across her cheek. I cleared my throat. "Thanks," I said, standing. The soldier inside my own white tennis shorts was coming to attention, a fact which she was apparently trying to ignore, but kept stealing glances towards. "My name is Amy Moriarty," she said, reaching out her hand with fragile authority. I accepted, raising it to my lips to place a gentle kiss on her soft, white knuckles. "Pleased to meet you," I said. "Can you come help us with our homework? Please?" pleaded the brunette girl, stepping out from behind her. Suddenly there was a chorus of girls around me, pleading for me to help them with their homework. The vexing aroma of young female combined with the spring flower scent, unfairly (I am afraid) swaying my response in the direction of the affirmative. "Well, maybe. For a little while," I concluded reluctantly. This resulted in a burst of cheers, and I gathered my things into the rear bicycle basket, and followed them through the gate into the mysterious garden beyond. ____________________________________________________________ As we strolled through the beautiful grounds, further details were inked over the sketch of the story ... As I had guiltily hoped, the parents were on an excursion, overseeing a yacht somewhere in Greece, during which time Amy, the blonde heiress had invited the other four girls over for a sleep-over, under the not-so-close observation of her nanny, Christine. "Christine's always spending time with Fanny," explained Amy, Fanny being the lesbian lover, and so long as both kept quiet and Amy didn't get caught in too much mischief, both Amy and her nanny gave good reports on each other, to great mutual benefit on both sides. The Japanese girl was named Sue, and stereotypically of her culture displayed the reserve and methodical tidiness, legible handwriting, and so on. It turned out that she had quite a head for math, and got straight As in all her classes. She liked to draw wide-eyed Anime girls in the margins of her homework. Britney was the vivacious brunette, studying to be an actress. She was the lead in all the school plays, and loved being the center of attention, by telling a joke or story. Melissa was the quietest, the mysterious beauty with dark eyes, olive-skin, and golden-blond hair with natural glittering highlights that were entrancing to watch. It turned out she loved horses, and was also quite a capable artist, rendering landscapes and medieval figures in pastels and watercolor. Aurora was a pale beauty with long, bodacious reddish curls cascading in a lively waterfall down her back. Her pale skin was spattered with freckles like tiny leopard spots belying a wild inner nature. All the girls were about eleven, and in spite of their absence of breasts or other secondary feminine traits, I found myself as I walked my bicycle down the path trying to decide which of them I would most prefer to have sex with. They all chattered away, and Sue (the Japanese) and Aurora (the redhead) held hands as we slowly strolled the enormous grounds of the estate, occasionally kissing one another on the cheek. The landscaping around us, though recently maintained, was dense and gnarled with age, and every now and then we would come upon a stand of exotic, sweet-smelling beautifully colored flowers. The girls would then stand around for a minute, closing eyes to sigh in the fragrance, to awe breathlessly at the natural beauty. We came upon a clearing, a manicured lawn, the swimming pool with hot tub under a vine-infested trellis nearby, drooping wisteria all around. "You can put your bike here," Amy led me to a large shed with ample space for my bike. She smiled graciously. Soon we found ourselves drinking tea at a glass table overlooking the garden, in a cozy little valley belonging entirely to the estate. Complete privacy. "An apple for the teacher," Britney, the brunette handed me and apple, which I immediately bit into. The tennis workout had made me a bit hungry. Britney wore a white halter-top with red trim, and a matching red skirt with white polka-dots. The color combination with her dark hair, pale skin, and red lipstick was striking. "Now," said Sue, "The extra-credit question. See we had to draw out Pascal's triangle, which is pretty simple." "Could you explain it again, please?" Britney asked the Japanese girl. "I don't quite remember it." "OK!" replied Sue, smiling, pleased to be in her element. Aurora, the redhead, sat very close next to her, absently gazing with admiration, her arm lightly draped across Sue's back. Gentle piano music began drifting out from inside the house, and Melissa, the olive-skinned mysterious one made her way self-consciously out the sliding glass door. "Thanks, babe," said Amy, the blonde, smiling at Melissa. "I love Schumann. Here," she pulled out her chair slightly, and Melissa silently accepted the invitation to sit in her lap. "You start with 1 at the very top, see," said Sue. "Each row has one more number in it, and each position is the sum of the two figures above it. So the second row is two 1s, and the third is 1 2 1, because 1 plus one is two, like so:" 1 1 1 1 2 1 "OK," said Britney. "So, below the 2 and 1 is 3, because 1 and 2 is 3." "Right. And 1 plus 0 is 1, so there is always a 1 on either end." Sue continued the figure, as redhead Aurora, sitting close, gently caressed her hair. 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 3 3 1 "And the next row is similar," 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 3 3 1 1 4 6 4 1 "Right," I said. "So what was the question?" "Well, the textbook had an extra-credit question about combinations, but I didn't quite understand." "Oh, yes," I replied. "The numbers of possible subsets with n elements." "What?" demanded Amy, bouncing Melissa on her bare knees. Melissa looked around at her quietly, with a smile like Mona Lisa. "Look, it's easier if you use an example. Say I have an apple, an orange, and a banana. How many possible subsets are there? Look at the 4th row, 1 3 3 1. The first 1 represents a subset with none. the next, 3, represents 3 possibilities with 1 item, namely an apple, an orange, or a banana. The next 3 represents the possible subsets with two items : the apple and the orange, the apple and the banana, and the orange and the banana. The last 1 represents the subset that contains all three of them." I took another bite of my apple. "Hmm..." replied Britney. "I think I get it. Let's see. For example, if we had a set with Amy Sue and Melissa. We could have Amy playing with herself, Sue playing with herself --" "Hey!" exclaimed Sue. "You know you do," said Amy. "I've seen you do it." Sue raised her eyebrows, thoughtful. Aurora blushed next to her, and her running of her fingers through the thick, black Asian hair was slightly agitated for a minute. " -- and then, " continued Britney, " Melissa playing with herself. Then, Amy and Sue having sex, Sue and Melissa having sex, Melissa and Amy having sex, then all three of them having sex together. Now I get it!" I nearly choked on a bite of apple, but succeeded in maintaining. "See," said Amy, "you just need to find the right example." "Right," I said. "You could write a story about it," said Britney, "and get credit for both math and creative writing." "And Biology," said Melissa softly, smiling. I placed the core of the apple on the saucer, sipping some more tea and running my tongue over my teeth. "I think I have some apple-peel stuck in my teeth," I said. "Do you happen to have a toothpick?" "I think we're out. But we've got floss," replied Amy. She squeezed Melissa gently on the arm, and the olive-skinned girl got up from Amy's lap, as Amy arose, leading me into the house. In the bathroom, we stood face to face in front of the surrounding mirrors, as she carefully measured out a length of floss and snapped it on the blade. She gazed up at, her green eyes twinkling. "Here, I'll do it for you." She motioned me sit on a chair nearby. I sat down, and then she caused my head to swim by spreading her legs to sit on my lap facing me. Face to face we sat, her gently bouncing as she carefully pulling the thread between each pair of teeth. "You know, you should floss regularly," she said, as I felt the warm soft flesh of her pubic arch pressing against the rising bulk within my shorts, gently rhythmically caressing me with her slightly trembling pelvic motion as her hands worked in my mouth. "Ah," she said, letting the floss fall to the floor, placing her two hands on either side of my face. Her face, a fraction of an inch from mine, was flush with affection, and I could feel the gentle warmth of her breath against my skin. From this vantage point, I was now certain that she was not wearing any panties underneath her shorts. Suddenly her lips were wet and soft against mine, and her tongue plunged into exploring my mouth. I pulled her closer, running my hands across her back, across her smooth chest, gently grasping her thin shoulders. The moans and sharp breathing of vicious passion continued for a minute, and then gently trailed off into a series of gentle, loving kisses, until her lips floated away like little butterflies into the air. She shifted her weight on top of me, the now bulging muscle she rested her crease on, leaning forward to lie across my chest and whisper in my ear, "I want you inside of me. We all do." "Oh," I said. She stood mischeviously, a devilish grin on her face, and held her hand out to me. As I glanced back, I could see the silhouette against the wall of a girl pulling her hand out of her pants, heard the quiet tell-tale snap of waistband elastic, followed by hushed whispers and footsteps away. As Amy led me slowly back out to the group, I wondered who had been watching us. Back at the table, Sue was puzzling over her homework. Aurora the redhead had somehow lost her shirt, and I could see that the sparse freckles extended across her thin, smooth chest, which was also decorated with twin tiny precursors of nipples that I found myself unwittingly fascinated with. They appeared wet, as though someone had been licking them. "So," asked Sue mathematically, "Say you wanted to have sex with the five of us in all possible combinations, then that would be the sixth row?" 1 5 10 10 5 1 "Um, yes," I replied. "That would be correct." "So how many times would you have to have sex with us to do all the combinations?" she persisted. I laughed. "Well there's another fascinating property of Pascal's triangle," I said. "Fascinating," echoed Amy, rolling her eyes and sitting on my lap. "If you add up each row, you get the successive powers of two." 1 = 1 = 2^0 1+1 = 2 = 2^1 1+2+1 = 4 = 2^2 1+3+3+1 = 8 = 2^3 1+4+6+4+1 = 16 = 2^4 "Oh!" exclaimed Sue. "So the sum of the fifth row would be two to the fifth, or 32. Cool!" Melissa, the quiet olive-golden one, raised her eyebrows. She too had somehow lost her shirt, I noticed, as I gazed at her two dark, sensuous nipplets. She sat calmly, sketching in pencil a startlingly realistic picture of two horses running through a field. "Whoa. That's a lot of orgasms," said Britney. "Better get started then," said Amy, and she started bouncing gently on my lap. "Which totally sense if you think about the combinations as sequentially counting in base two, with each combination of 1s and 0s representing the various possibilities. Not to mention that Pascal's triangle also gives the coefficients of a binomial raised to the successive powers..." Amy turned around and forcefully kissed me, which sadly prevented my further discussion of fascinating properties. The other girls appeared slightly astonished by her affection, but not too. Aurora kissed Sue passionately on the lips, and the Sue responded with feeling. I now have disappointing news for those readers who have been following the narrative in pursuit of mathematical edification, as I fear the quality of the theoretical discussion declined significantly from this point onward. I wish I could report differently, but then I should not be a faithful recorder of these events which took place in my imagination. "Time to play roulette!" exclaimed Amy. "Oh, there's another excellent example of the principles of probability..." I said before Amy clamped her hand over my mouth. "Everyone remember the rules?" asked Amy. "Let's see," said Britney. "We go around in a circle, each taking turns having sex with him until he pops. The one he creams in, or on, goes out of the circle for the next round, until only one person is left, who is the winner. Then we all have to do whatever she asks us to do while he creams inside of her. " "Which orifice?" "Her choice." "Does someone have the timer?" It was produced, and set in the middle of the table, a small hourglass-style 3-minute egg timer, set in a pink plastic frame. "Hey, and you can still help out, even if you're out of the circle. OK?" "So let's start with kissing," said Amy. She turned to me. "You have to go around the circle, kissing each one of us in turn until the timer runs out." "Let's sit on the grass." As I watched, they spread out a bright blue blanket on the lawn nearby, and Amy led me over, sitting me down in the middle as the girls sat in a circle around me. Scanning from left to right, blonde Amy, brunette Britney, Asian Sue, red-headed Aurora, and olive-gold-blonde Melissa; then back to Amy.... I sat facing Amy, quietly mesmerized by the translucence of her soft, pale skin in the afternoon sun, the moist, full readiness of her tiny lips, her thin, small form as she half-knelt, pelvis twitching in front of me. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "Just kiss me, you imbecile," she replied, reaching out to pull me to her by the handle inside my shorts. My mouth was full of her tongue, and neither did she let go with her hand. She sighed with pleasure, and as Melissa's hand slipped inside her shorts and began rhythmically caressing, the caresses echoed in Amy's hand on me, as the three of us loved each other. Time stood still, for an eternity of pure pleasure. "Next!" shouted Sue, flipping the hourglass. Amy smiled, looking over at brunette Britney to my right. Britney returned the smile, times three. Her hand joined Amy's on my now bulging organ, and our faces inches apart, she reached out her thin, soft hand and gently caressed my hair. As our mouths joined in sweetness, she pressed herself against me, wrapping her arms around me in aggressively passionate embrace. My hands explored every curve of her body, her smooth chest, her slender waist, her thin thighs. The two hands, hers and Amy's took turns exploring the regions of my crotch. "Next!" shouted Sue, flipping the hourglass. She grinned. "Which would be me!" "You know," said Amy to Britney, looking at their hands together on my shorts, "I think it must be a bit crowded in there." "Oh, it's OK," I said, but the girls had already carefully peeled my shorts down my legs, and the stiffness of my iron shaft stood erect, naked in front of them. All of the girls inhaled, as if of one mind. Britney crossed herself. The other girls looked at her curiously. "Catholic school," she explained. "We learn about all sorts of cool things like the seven deadly sins..." "Which sins?" She sat up, tossing her head, reciting: "Well. That would be pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, and sloth." A low whistle. "And," she continued, "I plan to commit them all before I turn 12." "Ahem," said Sue. "My turn... and you better reset the hourglass." "It's OK ... we hadn't turned it over yet." Sue faced me towards her, I loved the classic slant of her Asian eyes, the twinkling dragon-like gaze of those dark eyes. She kissed me, and I found myself caressing her silky, long black beautiful hair. "Here," she moaned, and redirected my hand inside her shorts, where my fingers discovered soft smooth folds, and probing further yielded pliant juicy moistness. "Unh," she said, her tongue and lips on mine as I thrust my finger inside her. Amy and Britney lightly caressed my naked, ready organ, with their hands. Both wore the soft, glowing expressions of intimate gentleness. As Amy touched the drop of liquid on the tip, she raised her eyebrows. "Time! My turn," said red-headed Aurora, and I turned once again to face her gleaming aura of red curly hair, sensuously lit by the sunlight. She wasted little time, lips reaching calmly over to mine, connecting, caressing in sweetness. I tasted chocolaty mint on her teeth, and given that my finger was still in Sue's wet vagina, it only seemed right that she should lean over and begin placing gentle, wet kisses all over Aurora's cheek. I felt moistness on the glans, and glanced down to see Britney's tongue on my tip. She smiled devilishly and raised her eyebrows, devouring the entire tip. The penetration into her lips sent electric thrills of pleasure down my spine, echoing in my pelvic thrusts. Then it was time for Melissa, who I decided was my favorite. I released my hand from inside Sue's shorts, so that I could place one hand on either of Melissa's cheeks, gazing gently into her eyes. She seemed like the only girl in the world to me, quite an accomplishment given that my left hand reeked of Sue's vaginal fluids as and that Britney was growing more and more daring in her tongue-exploration, caressing my testicles gently with her fingernails. I gazed at Melissa, and she silently squealed back, smiling in her shyness. Her eyes gleamed Mona-Lisa-like, with the high spirit of wild horses, I slowly reached over and held the preciousness of her lips with mine, slowly stroking, probing into her mouth with the tip of my tongue. "Oh Melissa," I moaned. "I love you!" As I felt the passion surge for Melissa, with her beautiful, thin bare, breastless chest, kneeling legs spread before me, a finger caressed down the crack of my buns, and I exploded into Britney's mouth. Well, the first jet went onto her nose, across her cheek, with a little winding up in her dark hair, before she thrust me into her mouth and lovingly, hungrily suckled the successive squirts as I pushed deeper into her. "Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh... ahh," I said Amy was right there, licking up the giant drop from Britney's face, and when she was done the two of them kissed. Sue and Aurora were kissing and feeling each other, and I drew Melissa to me. She returned my kisses passionately as I smeared my juice and Britney's saliva on the outside of her shorts with my gently fading impulsive residual thrusts. We all lay for awhile in the pleasant glow of good company. ____________________________________________________________ I fear I must once again apologize to the poor reader, for I fear the quality of the mathematical discussion has thus far has suffered from interference by other elements of the narrative. Perhaps the situation will be rectified below; not in the sense of employing one's rectum as an erogenous zone, so much as to "make right," as it were, more rectangular, which I would assume to be less trapezoidal. Though it was never clear if one were to trap one, what use is a zoid? "Love," Melissa teased me as we lay together lazily caressing. "Isn't that a score in tennis, derived from the French word L'oeuf, meaning goose-egg, zero, zip, zilch?" "How can you say that?" I replied. "Well," she propped herself on an elbow. "Maybe it has to do with the fact you were having an orgasm in another girl's face while you were saying it to me." "You girls," I said. "So fussy about body language." She smiled at me. "That's OK. I like having orgasms between two girls too. Or three. Or four." "Well," I said, as I leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head to kiss me forcefully on the lips, reaching out and pressing her hand against the back of my head. "Well," she said slyly. "I'll let it slide this time, But you need to do penance." "How?" I asked. "Well. First," she produced a hairbrush. "You got my hair all messy, so you need to fix it." "Fair enough," I said. She sat in my lap, which was comfortable enough. She was wearing nothing but her white panties, whereas I had lost everything but my shirt. I set to work gently pulling the brush through the strands of her tangled mane. I breathed in the feminine smell of her beautiful locks with great pleasure. Periodically, a gentle tug with the brush would cause her to shiver briefly. "Tingles," she would whisper. This went on for some time, and when the tangles were pretty much resolved by the brush I lay it down and began simply running my fingers through her soft, sensuous curls. Finally, she wrapped a hand each around my two index fingers, her tiny fingers curled delicately around mine, and she drew my hands down, setting them in her lap. "Now you have to give me a massage," she said, "full-body." "Well," I said. "Here," she produced a bottle of massage oil, and handed it to me, flopping face down on the blanket. I opened the bottle and squirted some into the palm of my hand. It was sweetly and subtly scented of jasmine. I rubbed my hands together, then sat next to her delicate, soft, smooth body lying limp, and trusting beside me. Gently I spread the sweet oil on her back. She sighed as I loved her with my caressing strokes up and down her back, down her thin arms to each tiny hand, feeling each little finger soft and pliant in mine. I played with her tight little buttocks through the panties, the tips of my fingers flirting with the various apertures, eliciting a quiet moan; down her legs to her feet. Then I returned to her back, sitting on her butt for easier access. My bare penis lay pressed against the flimsy cotton fabric that covered the crack her buns, and as I massaged her tiny back and shoulders lovingly, I felt myself growing comfortably. The other girls were exploring each other's bodies, in their respective pairs, Amy with Britney and Aurora with Sue, though occasionally one would reach over to the other couple to caress... "Other side?" I asked Melissa. "'K," she muttered, lazily sitting up, and turning over, now lying face up before me, eyes closed in anticipation. I began with her feet, working my way up her thighs, and as she relaxed into it I sat gently on her pelvis, penis pressed against her vaginal crevice through the flimsy fabric. I stroked my hands up and down her smooth chest, across her dime-sized nipples, which I then found myself tasting with the tip of my tongue. "This is fun!" I commented. She opened her eyes slightly. "Yeah," she replied. "I think you got your willie in a woody." "A woody in my willie?" She was right -- we both looked down at the horn standing out from my body, pressed against her pantied crotch. "A willy woody. Really? Goody," she replied, deftly slipping the panties down and off her leg. I was kneeling in between her legs as she performed this maneuver, while she laid back, widening her knees and pushing up her pelvis in anticipation, I studied her virgin 11-year-old sexual organs, fascinated by the smooth soft creases culminating in the miniature magical valley of soft lubrication and sensitive tissues, the waiting aperture, ready to grasp and mouth my stiffening unicorn. I lay back down on top of her, my shaft falling naturally into her valley. She smiled at me, batting her eyelashes, reaching down and guiding the tip into the soft spot in the middle. I pushed, and it gave, surrounding my sensitized head with a tiny, warm embrace. "Uh," she said, marveling at the sensations of this first penetration. I felt the sparks swirl love between us as I increased the pressure, and felt a little pop, "Ah," she said. We settled into a rhythmic dance, my enormous organ like a butter churn inside her tiny body, until her eyes turned glazed, and after a few moments she lost control, clutching my forearms repeatedly with her tiny hands. I felt the delicate spasms around my shaft. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh... Wow." she said, softening beneath me. "That was amazing." The ache of my desire was mounting, the pressure of the horn almost frightening. Melissa drew away from me, and I found myself having popped out, flailing in midair. She got up on her knees and grabbed me, forcing me to follow her towards where Amy lay on top of Britney, in sixty-nine position, Amy's butt sticking up, revealing various points of entry, as her face lay buried amid loud slurping sounds in Britney's crotch. Britney, for her part, was lying face up beneath (and facing) Amy's cute little pussy, with her head thrown back, eyes closed, noisily registering every thrust of Amy's tongue. Melissa led my stiffened penis, liberally covered with her juices, including a little blood, over to the beautiful childlike buttocks gyrating over Britney's face and brunette hair. Britney opened her eyes enough to notice it, and gently reached up, brushing my testicles. The two hands, Britney's and Melissa's, ably guided the tip of me into the opening of Amy's vagina. For the first time, Amy noticed what was happening, and responded by widening her legs and pushing back to embrace me inside of her. Melissa pushed on my butt, and between the two girls I found my aching organ once again submerged in the blissful warmth of moist, lubricated ecstasy. The electricity between us shimmered through our bodies as I began gently thrusting, as our pelvises fell into a rhythmic dance of suspense and plunging. As I mushed around Melissa's vaginal juices inside of Amy, Melissa came around in front of me, and straddled the two girls, standing with her cute little crotch right in my face. She placed her hands on either side of my head to keep her balance. I licked her tiny navel. I felt Britney's hands brushing gently on my balls as I plunged inside of Amy, then drew out again to expose the moist shaft to sunlight. The rhythm of our fucking continued as I delicately traced a line with my tongue, down from Melissa's cute little belly button, down, down, slowly down, and when I had nearly reached the top of her magical valley, she arced her pelvis upward in anticipation. The tip of my tongue found the soft reddish pearl buried like a treasure in the sweet slime, and I chased it back and forth in rhythm as I plied my stiff rod in Amy's increasingly churning waters. I listened, mesmerized, to the counterpoint of the three girls moaning in turn. Melissa had her second orgasm, this time with my tongue gently teasing her clitoris. Once again I sensed the tiny spasms as her grip tightened on either side of my head, and she pressed my face against her. "Oh -- Oh -- Oh -- Oh! Wow," she said. A few drops of warm fluid dripped out onto Amy's back. Amy must have sensed the release, because I then felt the twitching of her muscles squeezing me. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuuh..." Next I knew, I felt Britney's fingers caressing the base of my shaft, and it was all over for me. "Oh, Melissa, I love you so much!" I cried helplessly, fiercely devouring her sweet soft red rose as the insane pressure finally released itself, and Vesuvius exploded molten love-lava into the sweet forbidden cavity between Amy's tiny cute buttocks. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh!" the final thrust pushing my wicked thorn into her very soul, piercing the insulation to touch the bare high-voltage wire with sweeping alternating currents of passion and energy, connecting the orgasms in the deep tissues of the bottom of the ocean, finally releasing the flood-waters from subterranean caverns into the waiting sands and seas below. As my head groggily fogged over, tongue deep in the delectable red creases of Melissa, I felt Britney gently squeeze my balls involuntary spasms of bliss coursed through her body. "Eh - Eh - Eh - Eh - Eh!" Soon, we were laying beside each other, in a comfortable spaghetti of softly embracing limbs and bodies. Melissa's face was in front of me, and we gazed into each other's eyes. "You know what I said about Love being a goose-egg," she said. "Well, how am I supposed to believe you telling me you love me, if you only tell me you love me while you're having an orgasm inside another girl?" I had to laugh. "You're so fussy about body language!" I retorted. Asian Sue and redhead Aurora were moaning away in their own 69 next to us, and shortly they both climaxed in passionate yells, which then subsided to leave the afternoon silence to the panting breaths and birdcalls. ____________________________________________________________ A voice crackled on an intercom speaker, which I had not noticed until now. ... "Amy, you want to invite your friends to come down and eat?" Amy winked at us. She pressed the button. "Be right there, Parvati." Then she reassured us : "Don't worry - she can't hear us unless I press the button." So the mansion was equipped with an older Indian woman who did the cooking for them all. We dressed and filed into the house, through the labyrinthine passages to the dining room, where the table was spread with delicacies. The cook-lady raised her eyebrows at me. "You have a new friend, mistress?" "Yeah, he's teaching us about math." "Yeah, We're learning all about Pascal's triangle." As the wonderfully diverse food-aromas filled the air, we ate with the usual sort of conversation. First, Britney said grace, "I go to Catholic School," she explained... We all took hands in the circle. "Dear Lord, bless this table, and the food on it. Holy Mary, mother of God, Grant us thy protection and peace. Amen." "Amen" Then there was the usual sort of dinner-time conversation. "So if Mary was mother of God, then who was God's father? "God." "Wouldn't that be incest?" "Could you pass the rice? Thanks." "And I hear he was a lot older than her, too." "So God is a pedophile. That would explain some things." "Before Freud, even." "What's Freud?" "He was this old guy with a cigar who said boys want to kill their father so they can have sex with their mom." "What about girls?" "Oh, we just wait to have sex with Mom until Dad's at work." "Do you think Bill smoked the cigar after he stuck it in Monica's vagina?" "Wouldn't have been hard to light?" "Silly. You have to let it dry out first. Then he'd light up and everyone would be saying `where'd you get that sweet thang?'" "Could I have the broccoli, please? Thanks." And so on. _______________________________________________________ For more stories, please visit our site: http://www.asstr.org/~vivian

Hey, this is my story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, [email protected] ________________________________________________________ "Happy Families are (Not) All Alike" 12 of 57 (MFgg pedo incest best cons) Vaughn: hi again Rachel & Gwen: i am showing gwen everything Vaughn: are you both there right now? Rachel & Gwen: naked! Vaughn: oh! Rachel & Gwen: yes we are! Vaughn: i hope you're not cold! Rachel & Gwen: dad is out..again..and mom just sent you a letter and then ran to the store Vaughn: yes, i just got her letter Rachel & Gwen: cold? hehe Vaughn: are you both naked, or just rachel? Rachel & Gwen: that is why we couldnt get on line Rachel & Gwen: just rachel she said but she is to Rachel & Gwen: gwen is turning red! Vaughn: i don't want any to catch cold...you two should sit close together to keep rachel warm Vaughn: and to keep gwen warm! Vaughn: lol Rachel & Gwen: guen wont ever sit at the computer Vaughn: why not? don't you like computers gwen? Rachel & Gwen: i mean gwen!! boy! Rachel & Gwen: she is afraid of you ..hehe Vaughn: i won't bite, i promise! Rachel & Gwen: wait! Vaughn: i only kiss (and sometimes give a lick or two) :-) Rachel & Gwen: please excuse my little sister! Rachel & Gwen: i am not afraid of you Vaughn: why? has she done something wrong? Vaughn: sounds like she was teasing you gwen Rachel & Gwen: no just a wise butt Vaughn: lol Rachel & Gwen: she always is Vaughn: and i bet you are always nice to her, right? Rachel & Gwen: i just want to thank you for the picture Vaughn: you are very welcome... Rachel & Gwen: now i am!! Vaughn: so i've heard! Vaughn: your mom says i can send you pictures addressed just to you Rachel & Gwen: well it took a while Vaughn: sisters can fight alot, just as brothers do Rachel & Gwen: she did? oh mom is so great. i did ask her Vaughn: i'm glad she trusts me to send you things Rachel & Gwen: Rachel seems to think mom and i are in love Vaughn: she's your mom, so i assume you love her and she loves you Rachel & Gwen: not that way! Vaughn: hehehe... Vaughn: now i'm teasing you! Rachel & Gwen: oh Vaughn: well, are you in love with her? Vaughn: or should i not ask? Rachel & Gwen: yes Rachel & Gwen: no, rachel knows i am Vaughn: how does that make you feel? Rachel & Gwen: and a little with rachel! Rachel & Gwen: funny Vaughn: well, you two have spent so much time together lately.. Vaughn: i'd be surprised if you weren't! Rachel & Gwen: yes, that we have! hehe Vaughn: do you think you shouldn't be in love with your mom Rachel & Gwen: what do you think? be honest with me ok? Vaughn: i think that if you are truly in love with your mom, and she is in love with you, and you don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to, its fine.. Vaughn: in fact, it could be very wonderful Vaughn: but you know you have to be careful Rachel & Gwen: and if i do want to do something with her? Rachel & Gwen: yes i know i have to be very careful Vaughn: most other people don't understand this kind of love... Vaughn: even though it is very special and can be wonderful Rachel & Gwen: i don't care about other people! Vaughn: i know...but you have to be careful of them...do you understand what i mean? Rachel & Gwen: i would never tell them Vaughn: it has to be a family secret.... Rachel & Gwen: the only ones to ever know would be sandra, rachel and myself Vaughn: you don't what your dad to know? Rachel & Gwen: and you! so don't tell! Vaughn: hehehe..don't worry...my lips are sealed! Rachel & Gwen: no!!! i never want him to know!! ever Vaughn: gwen, can i ask you a personal question? don't answer if you don't want to, ok? Rachel & Gwen: ok Vaughn: i get the feeling that you don't like your dad as much as you do your mom... Vaughn: i know it is very common actually for kids to not like their parents Rachel & Gwen: that is very, very true Vaughn: so that would be perfectly ok Vaughn: can i ask, is it because of something he has done to you? Rachel & Gwen: good becase i don't Rachel & Gwen: i can't answer that. Vaughn: i know i didn't like my dad very much when i was growing up...we were just so different Vaughn: can i ask why you can't answer it? is it something you want to keep a secret? Vaughn: just tell me to stop asking if i'm pushing to far dear Rachel & Gwen: i can't tell you now Vaughn: its just that i care about you and your sister and mom Vaughn: ok..i will stop asking then... Rachel & Gwen: you might be right Vaughn: but you know, anytime you want to tell me, you can...i will listen and keep your secret Rachel & Gwen: can you read between the lines? Vaughn: yes... Vaughn: very clearly... Rachel & Gwen: good Rachel & Gwen: then you know Vaughn: i'm afraid that i do... Vaughn: if there is anything i can do, ever, you just let me know, ok? Rachel & Gwen: i am the only one who knows here Vaughn: does rachel see what you are typing? Rachel & Gwen: no, i have handled that. and yes rachel is right here Vaughn: ok.... Vaughn: i'm sorry if i upset you... Vaughn: i did't want to raise a painful topic Rachel & Gwen: she is wondering what we are talking about..nothing rachel! Vaughn: a big kiss for you dear...and for rachel! Rachel & Gwen: no, it feels good to have someone else know Vaughn: i hope you are feeling safer these days... Rachel & Gwen: this is something that sandra can never know Vaughn: ok, dear...i understand... Rachel & Gwen: yes. my father is afraid of me Vaughn: it is so important that you feel safe at home.... Rachel & Gwen: i do now and rachel is safe Vaughn: good! Rachel & Gwen: rachel always was safe Rachel & Gwen: i protected her Vaughn: the oldest sometimes has to take on the most responsibility... Vaughn: and take care of things Rachel & Gwen: the most of something!! Vaughn: i'm sure you are a very good sister, even though you tease her sometimes Rachel & Gwen: i did.i wrote a letter and will mail it if anything ever happens ever again Vaughn: that was very smart... Rachel & Gwen: somebody knows i will Vaughn: yes..and i know who... Rachel & Gwen: i feel like i am a thousand pounds lighter Vaughn: i'm so glad... Vaughn: and as i said, you can always talk to me about anything... Vaughn: i would never do anything to hurt you.... Rachel & Gwen: thank you. mom made a rule about email Vaughn: you mean about opening email addressed to someone else? Rachel & Gwen: yes Vaughn: i like being able to email you so only you will see it Rachel & Gwen: rachel sandra and gwen trust each other Vaughn: that is great... Rachel & Gwen: and you now Vaughn: thank you...i've really enjoyed meeting all of you and becoming friends... Rachel & Gwen: and so have i vaughn. Vaughn: :-) Vaughn: tell me, how was your day today? Rachel & Gwen: i think we should go and give you some peace Vaughn: dear, you're like your mom! Vaughn: i have plenty of peace talking to you and rachel... Rachel & Gwen: do you have any idea how much it meant to me to receive that picture? Vaughn: i hoped i found the right one for you... Vaughn: it was hard to decide! Rachel & Gwen: mom is the one who told us not to bug you Vaughn: i know she worries about that...but i've told her a dozen times not to! Rachel & Gwen: it was so nice. mom said you just seem to know what we need Vaughn: if i'm busy or have to to, i'll be very honest and say so.. Vaughn: i hope i've made some good guesses, but its hard to really know... Vaughn: you'll have to help me Rachel & Gwen: do you have many picture like that/ Rachel & Gwen: i will Vaughn: oh yes, i have many...i collect them...my favorite kind of pic Rachel & Gwen: i think it is mine also.. Vaughn: then we have something in common! :-) Rachel & Gwen: very much! hehe Vaughn: you know, i have an number of lesbian friends, and sometimes we go out just girl watching! it's fun! Rachel & Gwen: you do? i would love that! Vaughn: do you think that girls are more interesting to you than boys? Rachel & Gwen: very much so..rachel is my opposite! the little tease! lol Vaughn: well, not completely opposite!...hehehe Rachel & Gwen: except with me Rachel & Gwen: true vaughn Vaughn: and don't be surprised if you interests change..not completely of course, but maybe a little one way or another every now and then as you get older Rachel & Gwen: i know that. i never say never! Vaughn: but if girls are what turn you on, then i think that is great! Rachel & Gwen: i never have had an affair with a woman Vaughn: have you had a boyfriend? Rachel & Gwen: and rachel is the only girl i have ever licked, or let lick me Vaughn: well, i think its a good place to start! Rachel & Gwen: i always have a boyfriend! not that i always want one Vaughn: the boys must pester you all the time Rachel & Gwen: yes Vaughn: does that make rachel jealous...? Rachel & Gwen: rachel is in the bathroom...i am not a virgin Vaughn: oh! i know your mom thinks you are.... Rachel & Gwen: she does Vaughn: is that because of a boyfriend?...or should i not ask? Rachel & Gwen: we examined each other Vaughn: yes, she told me... Rachel & Gwen: no..it was my father..no boy..my father Vaughn: oh dear..... Vaughn: if you don't mind, how old were you? Rachel & Gwen: 9 Vaughn: oh dear! that must have been awful! Rachel & Gwen: yes Vaughn: i can't imagine how bad that was for you Rachel & Gwen: i hated it! i had to suck him Rachel & Gwen: i know what a man's cum is like Vaughn: you are so strong, but it must still give you nightmares Rachel & Gwen: he told me that if i didn't he would do it to rachel so i did it Vaughn: but rachel was only 6 at the time!...i know why you hate him now... Vaughn: if i'd been your brother and knew about it, i would have killed him i think... Rachel & Gwen: we did it until i was 12 Vaughn: he didn't have intercourse with you too, did he? Rachel & Gwen: i will put him in jail if he touches my sis Rachel & Gwen: yes..but not there Vaughn: you certainly are in a position to do that... Rachel & Gwen: and i am not scared Vaughn: what do you mean, not there? you don't mean..behind do you? Rachel & Gwen: yes..there Vaughn: you're very strong....you have him... Vaughn: oh sweetheart... Rachel & Gwen: you are damn right i do vaughn Vaughn: if you never touch a man or want anything to do with them again, i would understand..that would be perfectly natural Vaughn: it makes me angry, hearing what he did... Rachel & Gwen: never tell mom!!! you have to promise Vaughn: dear..i promise...but you know that i think she should know...but i promise.... Vaughn: you can trust me to keep your secret...just promise me that if there is anything i can ever do to help, you will ask me Rachel & Gwen: thank you..maybe someday Rachel & Gwen: whew! lol Rachel & Gwen: glad i am naked! Vaughn: this has been an emotional chat for you..and you wanted to chat with me for some fun..i'm sorry Rachel & Gwen: this had been fun! more that you know! Vaughn: because you'r sweating? Vaughn: i hope you feel better! Rachel & Gwen: yes..i sure am!!! Vaughn: keeping a secret like that can be hard... Rachel & Gwen: much..much better Vaughn: not being able to share it.. Vaughn: good!! Rachel & Gwen: i just did share it Vaughn: i know..and thank you for trusting me... Vaughn: that means a lot to me... Vaughn: i'm going to send you a little something...just for you... Rachel & Gwen: so now you know i sucked my father..and now the best i can wipe that out with rachel Vaughn: i will tell you someting that sandra told me that i think will make you feel even safer.. Rachel & Gwen: isn't licking pussy great! Vaughn: the best!! Rachel & Gwen: what Rachel & Gwen: yes it is! Rachel & Gwen: you should taste her! Vaughn: its my favorite thing in the world! Rachel & Gwen: no wonder! hehe Vaughn: don't you just love the taste? Rachel & Gwen: oh god yes! Vaughn: i like getting real close and just watching... Vaughn: seeing everything close up...its so beautiful... Rachel & Gwen: how many have you licked? Vaughn: hundreds..thousands...almost a million!!!! Vaughn: :-) Vaughn: do you believe that? Rachel & Gwen: when we were doing our exam i just looked and looked at mom's pussy! Rachel & Gwen: yes! lucky you! ;-)) Vaughn: to be honest, i would say maybe 20... Rachel & Gwen: 19 more than me Vaughn: hehe..but i didn't start until i ws much older than you.. Rachel & Gwen: hopefully 18 soon Rachel & Gwen: we will have to tell each other every time we do! lol Vaughn: do you want to start right now? with today? Rachel & Gwen: yes! Vaughn: you go first! Rachel & Gwen: for 10 years Rachel & Gwen: i promise! Vaughn: ok..its a deal! Rachel & Gwen: that means it will be sandra Rachel & Gwen: my first Rachel & Gwen: i love her smell! Vaughn: what about this morning..that's today..does sthat count? Rachel & Gwen: nope! starting right now Vaughn: ok... Rachel & Gwen: i would have one also then Vaughn: from this moment! Vaughn: and me too! hehehe Rachel & Gwen: yes! Rachel & Gwen: maybe we will tie! Vaughn: i think you'll get way ahead of me pretty quickly! Rachel & Gwen: oh damn!! car in drive..have to dress! Rachel & Gwen: bye! Vaughn: ok der...bye! Vaughn: check your email later Rachel & Gwen: i hope! lol Vaughn: kisses.. -------------------- Vaughn: hi dear Vaughn: ok to pvt you this way? Sandra: hi..just sent an email and read your message Sandra: of course! Vaughn: can we chat? do you have time? Sandra: yes for a while Vaughn: i had a nice chat with the girls Vaughn: did they tell you? Sandra: oh! that is so nice! thank you Vaughn: and i sent gwen a little present... Sandra: no..they are..lol..you know where Vaughn: too busy for mom! Sandra: oh vaughn! Vaughn: i told them not to let their school work suffer! Sandra: a present? she will adore you Vaughn: it should be there by now..in an email "for gwen" Sandra: well perhaps they are doing homework...nude!! lol Vaughn: that was so cute... Vaughn: gwen didn't want rachel to tell me she (gwen) was nude too..but she did! Sandra: i am so happy they are sleeping..and other things..together Vaughn: i've been thinking about something dear...i hope you don't mind... Sandra: no..if it was your thought I would never mind Vaughn: i don't really know the situation...all the players as it were..but its about telling your husband.. Sandra: lol! i just wrote you that very thing! honest to god! Vaughn: i'm wondering if you shouldn't wait.... Vaughn: you did!..i'll hve to check my email Sandra: i am going to wait..i just decided that this afternoon Vaughn: yes..and i think you should wait on telling him anything... Vaughn: about putney or the girls together.. Sandra: i don't know why but i feel the same Vaughn: and certainly about the thoughts you and gwen are having... Sandra: oh! I never intended telling him about gwen and me Vaughn: i thought not, but it just came out.. Sandra: nor gwen and rachel Vaughn: it just feels that at this time the less he knows about their sex life the better...i don't know why..maybe i'm being jealous! Sandra: but gwen will have to keep her climaxes down! lol Vaughn: she makes noise? did you get any sleep last night? :-) Sandra: i feel the same..isn't that strange Vaughn: you of course are in a better position to know, but my gut tells me Sandra: yes..i can only hear it out of my bedroom Vaughn: and i think you should only tell him with their permission... Vaughn: does that make sense? Vaughn: almost like its their private life and they should have some say on who knows about it Vaughn: even their dad if that isn't crazy... Sandra: yes! and even if they gave permission i do not think I would.. Vaughn: at least all three of you would have to agree... Vaughn: that just feels right to me... Sandra: i am coming around to that way of thinking Vaughn: i've grown so protective of them so quickly..like an old mother hen... Sandra: now that you know..well i think that is enough Vaughn: and that's your job! don't mean to interfer... Sandra: no vaughn..you have helped them more than their father..that is what i realised this afternoon Vaughn: i think i just happened to come along at the right time... Vaughn: you've done such a good job with them..they are wonderful girls Sandra: oh my god! yes i did know they talked to you! Vaughn: very self-possessed and full of curiosity.. Sandra: my head is a mess! Sandra: they are wonderful vaughn Vaughn: what did they say? Sandra: just that they had talked! and it was in your message Vaughn: yes...i was hoping to catch you my idea... Sandra: and gwen was so happy Vaughn: the first real chat we had... Sandra: yes..your idea Vaughn: there is no way of knowing if she and i will hit it off like you and rachel hve with m Vaughn: with me, i mean Sandra: that is why she was so happy then Vaughn: so it was good to spend some time with her... Sandra: it must have been good for her also Vaughn: she seemed to have fun..and we talked and talked... Vaughn: i let her steer the conversation... Vaughn: to the topics she wanted to talk about... Vaughn: mostly about her and rachel licking each other! lol Sandra: really? usually rachel is the talker..she must like you very much then Vaughn: we agreed that nothing tastes better in this world than a pussy Sandra: i love that smell in their room Vaughn: and that looking at them is the best thing too Sandra: that was gwen..true? Vaughn: the smell of love and desire fulfilled.. Vaughn: yes, gwen.. Vaughn: she's very fond of pussy...we both agreed on that! Sandra: yes you said you wanted to make a pussy section for her Vaughn: we decided that someday we'll go girl watching together... Vaughn: hang out at the mall and ogle the girls walking by...lol Sandra: lol..you two would be perfect! Vaughn: i told her i do that with my lesbian friends... Vaughn: though usually we go to a bar for girl watching! Sandra: you do? Vaughn: yep Sandra: i bet gwen would love to meet a lesbian..i feel she would Vaughn: she's still uncertain about her orientation,, but don't be surprised.. Sandra: i had a feeling vaughn Vaughn: i hope that doesn't bother you... Sandra: but I have no problem with that Vaughn: i can't imagine you would.. Sandra: no..not in the least Vaughn: i don't know how her dad will react, but its best he doesn't suspect for awhile... Sandra: she has boyfriends..yet there is something distant about her Vaughn: yeah, she says they chase after her all the time... Sandra: i will protect her Vaughn: i'm sure she is very pretty...that both of them are..hell, that ll three of you are! Vaughn: i get the feeling she doesn't give them the time of day though Sandra: well 2 out of 3..but thank you! lol Vaughn: like mother, like daughter as they say... Sandra: but they still chase her Vaughn: i have a feeling she knows how to deal with them...i think she's a pretty determined girl when she wants to be Vaughn: she can't do it on her own, of course..but she's strong Sandra: very! but she has chanced..come out of her shell..this past week Vaughn: she's blossoming... Vaughn: it must be delightful to see... Sandra: licking and being licked has helped Vaughn: yes..and knowing its ok with you... Vaughn: that you accept her for herself.. Vaughn: and will let her be her own person.. Sandra: that also..and of course it is Sandra: rachel is like a rocket since sucking putney! lol Vaughn: what do you mean? boucning around the house? Sandra: just bubbling over and it was rachel that got gwen to lick pussy Vaughn: she's a driver!..knows what she wants and goes after it.. Vaughn: i can tell when i chat with them..rachel is almost boucning in her seat it seems... Vaughn: gwen is more thoughtful,, more reservered, careful... Sandra: she does that! and now wants me and gwen to sleep together! Vaughn: she does? what is she thinking do you imagine? Sandra: she said anyone can see gwen and I are in love! Vaughn: she said exactly the same thing to me in chat! Vaughn: right in front of gwen! Sandra: you are family!! lol Vaughn: well, a friend of the family anyway! :-) Sandra: do you think? Vaughn: do i think what love? Sandra: do you think gwen and I could sleep..should sleep together? Vaughn: that's a hard one...basically, i think it could be wonderful...but it all depends on how its approached i would say.. Sandra: she wanted my reaction to the pussy pic you sent yesterday Vaughn: what did you say to her? Sandra: i told her i loved it and that you must know something Vaughn: what was that? Sandra: about us..gwen and myself Vaughn: oh..you mean that I must know something? Sandra: we want to vaughn Vaughn: she has said this to you? Sandra: we want to lick each other..to make love to one another Sandra: yes..and I said it to her..well not in so many words..but yes Vaughn: i'm not surprised..she and i talked about it... Vaughn: but i can't really get into what she said, since it was in confidence...is that ok? Sandra: oh vaughn...and goes she? tell me Vaughn: though you would not surprised by what she told me... Vaughn: regarding that.. Sandra: oh! they no..do not break that trust Vaughn: but i do have some ideas...thoughts..if you would like to hear them.. Sandra: yes..oh yes! Vaughn: and if i'm middling, or overstepping, please tell me..promise? Sandra: i promise Vaughn: ok...gwen strikes me as a girl that really needs to feel safe and accepted... Vaughn: she needs to feel that her needs and desires are ok, and that you approve... Sandra: yes..that is true Sandra: i do approve Vaughn: so the first thing, is to make sure, over and over again, that she knows that you do not think it is wrong of her to want certain things, or think about them.. Sandra: we have talked about that quite a lot recently Vaughn: you know how she held back with rachel for so long because she was afraid you would disapprove.. Vaughn: that you've talked is so good..but i think it takes a while for the reality of the accpetance to sink in..for her really to believe in her heart...do you see what i mean? Sandra: yes! she would never hurt me..it's as if she needs to protect me Vaughn: and under that is a great need to be protected by you...that's paradoxicall i know, but i just feel it about her Sandra: when gwen and rachel were young I was the only one with a job and worked impossible hours..i will never go that again Vaughn: how long has it been that you've been able to spend more time with them? Vaughn: over the last couple of years? Sandra: the past three years..my husband started his training then Vaughn: i see Vaughn: that leads to my second point.... Sandra: maybe four years..no 3 Sandra: yes Vaughn: you need to let her drive the car..if you know what i mean... Vaughn: she has to be the one that comes to you..and feels free to stop or leave the room at any time... Sandra: lol..i shall do that ..i was thinking the same thing Vaughn: you create the "zone" of acceptance and trust..but let her make the moves.. Vaughn: she needs to feel that this is her's to control, and not your agenda forced on her...i'm sorry to say that so bluntly... Sandra: she needs to get her permit and that will be a while yet Sandra: more like rachels agenda!! Vaughn: maybe! Vaughn: lol Vaughn: i've asked rachel and gwen to come in as r and g... Vaughn: helps with that problem... Sandra: maybe with s they will leave me alone Vaughn: where did we leave off? Sandra: rachel (who else!) told me to do that Vaughn: smart girl! Sandra: i think we should leave my desire for gwen for now! lol Vaughn: that's fine...hope i've helped... Sandra: what were you going to do with the site? Vaughn: rachel did ask me about dogsex...and not sucking Vaughn: you mean with the pussy pics? Sandra: oh! yes! vaginal i think Vaughn: yes..i tried to discourage her... Sandra: the problem is the guide made it sound so appealing Vaughn: i know...my point to her was that it would not make a good first time experience with intercourse... Vaughn: that she needed someone who could be gentle and tender, and a dog would just barge ahead regardless.. Sandra: you think..a man? Vaughn: not necessarily, but a first penetration is bound to be scary... Vaughn: and needs just the right emotional (and physical!) touch.. Sandra: i know! Vaughn: i can see another woman with a dildo, done right.. Vaughn: how was your first experience dear? Sandra: oh! Sandra: awful! Vaughn: but my feeling is rachel is probably straight.. Vaughn: yes, most times it is... Vaughn: and that's such a shame.. Sandra: yes..i would like to spare rachel that..and gwen Vaughn: i hope what i said made sense to her... Vaughn: maybe if you were there with her, but still, a dog really has to be controlled in that situation... Vaughn: it can't know to back off or go slow or wait... Sandra: yes..yes it does and a dog even if done correctly may not be the best Vaughn: the first time needs some real emotiona connnection...a sense of saftey and trust..its pretty scary for girls...as you no doubt know!! Sandra: however knowing rachel the dog might be the one in trouble Vaughn: hehehe Vaughn: never know what hit it! lol Sandra: lol..true Sandra: i know what i am about to say night seem crazy Vaughn: go ahead dearest... Sandra: would you ever consider being rachels first? Vaughn: never! :-) Vaughn: lol...just joking... Vaughn: but its too serious of an issue to joke about... Sandra: would you? Vaughn: sorry.. Vaughn: yes Sandra: yes? Vaughn: but it would have to be rachel's decision.. Sandra: I know that Vaughn: and i would have to know it was ok with her...she might not even be attracted to me or like me in person... Vaughn: but the thought is very sweet..thanks so much... Sandra: i know that also Sandra: but this summer..or next Vaughn: we will see... Vaughn: i can't deny that the idea is a lovely one for me... Sandra: but you will think about it? Sandra: and for rachel also vaughn Vaughn: of course i will...but you know that anything like that is complicated and problematical... Sandra: i will have to meet you first..without rachel Vaughn: i though we were talking about rachel... Vaughn: yes, that is certainly true...just you... Vaughn: i think gwen may not want a man at all.... Vaughn: we can go girl watching, but she might very well draw the line there.. Sandra: we are..but i will have to meet you first..over coffee perhaps Sandra: no not gwen! rachel Vaughn: we would have to spend some time together, getting to know each other, before we could even think about anything else.. Sandra: i know that Vaughn: and if we met, i would come with the intention of just meeting you...no other thoughts or agendas... Sandra: exactly! Vaughn: you'd have to do lots of convincing..and rachel too..to make me really sure it was in her best interest... Sandra: if we do not get along i do not think you and rachel will Sandra: vaughn..rachel may well pick a dog for her first time..then what? Vaughn: i would wait to see if that happens.. Vaughn: and try very hard to discourage her... Sandra: but what if you and she are attracted? Vaughn: she will just have to take your word for it, if you agree with me about it that is.. Vaughn: i mean about a dog for the first time... Sandra: no..if we like each other then you would meet Vaughn: dear, let's not talk about that now...its much too soon... Vaughn: we can both think about it... Vaughn: and we'll see what happens... Sandra: no..i will try to convince rachel a dog is not the best Vaughn: its much to special a moment in a girl's life... Vaughn: share with her your own bad experience..that will help i think Sandra: but am tired now..and to tell the truth I do see so many problems..if you lived here it might br possible Vaughn: its been a long day for you... Vaughn: and so much is happening lately.. Sandra: mine was with ...well not a dog but perhaps a dog would have been better Sandra: yes!! better go! Vaughn: i'd like for you to tell me about it sometime...if you want.. Sandra: not thinking very well...lol Vaughn: its been lovely chatting, as always.... Vaughn: give the girls a kiss for me, and my love... Sandra: it was..and gwen is as happy as i have seen her! Vaughn: that makes me feel very good... Sandra: bye!...kisses Vaughn: bye lover...kisses to you too (To be continued...) ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. COPYRIGHT 2003 [email protected]

Hey, this is my story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, [email protected] ________________________________________________________ Pajamas, Pt3: Reunion (Mg Fm MF Mm incest father-daughter pedo mother-son father-son) Sometimes I try to step back and put myself in an outsider's shoes, and every time I'm amazed at the situation I'm in. How could such a family possibly get started, much less keep going year after year? I really do understand why some people -- shit, most people -- just don't get it. Of course, day-to-day, living with Frank and Dorrie, our relationship seems the most natural in the world. More than natural, it seems fated. How could the three of us possibly live any differently? How could anyone imagine that we'd give each other up? We certainly can't. I'm taking a break from playing, just hanging around the play room bar, working on a drink -- the first I've had this evening, since I really don't like to drink at these parties. Most of the other club members enjoy a certain amount of alcohol, but I want to be as alive and open as possible to my experiences here, and booze could all too easily mess that up. I've placed myself so that I can watch Frank and Dorrie, watch without them seeing me. It is so wonderful to just hover out of sight, watching how they are together, how much in love, letting myself be flooded with my own feelings for them. It was happening now -- that warm liquid glow filling me up, making me tight and restless at the bottom of my belly, making my heart swell so it seemed ready to burst. Frank is my son and Dorrie his wife. Frank is twenty- five. I had him when I was thirteen, and his father was -- well, I'll tell that story a bit later tonight. After all, that's why I'm here at the party (well, one of the reasons!). Dorrie is seventeen and they've been together for four years (quite a coincidence that they got involved when she was thirteen, isn't it? Not!) Together for four years, but only married last year, since this stupid state doesn't let girls marry until they're sixteen. Right at this minute they're busy in the play pen with another couple. The other couple -- I'll call them "the Smiths" (original!) -- are in their mid-twenties, and they'd met Frank and Dorrie two parties ago. They'd played a bit, but even at the last party were still feeling each other out. Driving over in the car, the kids (as I call them) were really looking forward to hooking up with the Smith's for a third time. They sensed that the barriers would come down this time and all four would be ready to completely indulge themselves. And that certainly turned out to be true. Right now Frank is on his knees behind the man, fucking him doggie style while the two girls kiss and touch and pet them. Frank has always been comfortable with both sexes (he's his mother's son, right?), but it has been some time since he'd fucked another man. Dorrie really gets turned on by watching her husband do that, so when it emerged at the last party that the Smith's were switch hitters, Frank and Dorrie immediately started planning their strategy for tonight. Frank has only ever been "top" with other men. He swears he'd love to be bottom, but says it has to be with the right man. It only occurred to me recently that for him the "right" man had to be older, not his own age or younger (Frank will willing suck a young boy's cock, but insists on being the fucker regardless). My boy is certainly enjoying this fuck, as is Mr. Smith, who keeps pushing his ass back against Frank's forward thrusts, taking his cock as deep inside as he can. At the same time, Dorrie has thrown herself down in front of Mr. Smith, presenting her asshole to him to lick -- yes, like a dog -- which he is more than happy to do. Mrs. Smith has joined in the anal spirit of the moment by squatting down over Dorrie's face and giving her the opportunity in turn to lick and suck her own asshole. Even at this distance I could almost smell the pungent aroma of penetrated rectums. Frank reminds me so much of my own father. I won't deny that is an important part of why I love him so much. My father was an Olympian god to me. We lived in California, and he was a classic surfer type -- a big toothy grin, tussled sun-bleached hair, and a lean, muscular, tanned body. He always smelled of sun and sand and salt water. Dad was more of a swimmer than surfer (in both high school and college he was captain of the swim team), although he wasn't a slouch on the board either. Of course, Dad could get any girl he wanted, and he wanted a lot! I adored him and although I had my fits of jealousy, I always knew in my heart that I was the only one he'd keep forever. None of those other girls were around more than a few weeks or a couple months at the most, before Dad got restless and picked some other eager young pussy out of the swarm that always surrounded him. From the earliest I can remember I was in love with him. The strength of his arm as picked me up and held me to his side, resting on his hip, the sweet warm smoothness of his flesh, the salty smell of his body -- these sensual memories are as vivid in my mind today as ever. When I was little we'd go skinny dipping in the ocean. He'd carry me down to the surf on his hip, my little baby pussy rubbing up and down against his pelvis as he walked. I'd hug him tight, wanting him to just walk and walk and walk. I loved looking down at his thing, hanging from his blond bush, swaying back and forth. When we got into the water and he'd waded out until the swell reached up almost to my chest, he'd pretend to dunk me in over my head, and I'd sneak a feel of his penis. This appendage seemed to me so strange, so inexplicable, so mysterious -- the thing that gave him his power. We'd come back closer in, where the water was shallower, and I'd swim around his feet playing hide and seek between his legs, all too often shooting up out of the water right in front of him so my face came that close to his cock. If I managed to make a big enough splash I would steal a secret naughty kiss on it. He must have felt it, but did nothing to stop me. Back at home, I'd replay those brief kisses all night long, over and over again, curled up in my bed, wishing for more -- but what more? I didn't know at that age, but in my heart I knew there was more. So I went to the library. Whenever I had a question, Dad would always say, "look it up!" And I did. I sat on the floor, between the shelves in the corner way at the back, where no one else ever came, a book open on my lap. It'd taken me an hour looking through a dozen books and encyclopedias before I found this one. This one told it all straight out, and even had a diagram, a medical-type drawing of a man inside a woman -- or rather a penis inside a vagina. I swooned as I read it. The world seemed to tilt, everything slid sideways in a confused jumble. I got all hot and sweaty -- I must have blushed a bright red! I couldn't breath for what seemed like hours, my chest was so tight. At first I didn't believe it. The whole thing was some kind of mean grownup joke, a fairytale to tell kids just to tease them and then only later fess up to the real boring truth -- like telling you when you're little about Santa Clause or the tooth fairy, and stringing you along for years, only to admit with a laugh one day that it's all made up and not true at all! Well, I'd already figured out there was no Santa Clause and no tooth fairy, so I sure wasn't going to swallow this crap about penises inside of vaginas, about actually taking a man right into my own self! But when I went back to the other books, the ones that seemed at first all confused and stupid, I realized that it WAS true, that they'd been trying to HIDE it from me, not tell the truth plain and simple. I tore the page out of the one good book I'd found, the page with the drawing of a man inside a woman, and ran home. That folded up square of paper in my pocket -- that was the "more," the more I couldn't figure out on my own, but my heart felt was possible. Those girls my dad had, that was what they got. So by the time I got home, I'd set my mind to getting it for myself. Now that I'd found out what it was, I wanted it with him way, way more than any of those girls, who just disappeared after a week and never came back. I launched my campaign. I was only six at the time, but I was smart and stubborn. He always slept in the nude, so I'd creep into bed with him after he'd fallen asleep and snuggle. He was a really heavy sleeper, so I'd be there for hours pressed against his body, tucked under his arm, resting my head on his chest or belly. Most of the time he'd snuggle back, probably thinking I was one of his girlfriends, but I didn't care, since it was really me there. I could smell him, feel his breathing, even gently put my hand down there and let it rest on his cock -- oh that was the best! I not only felt the thick sleepy warmth of his penis, but discovered his balls -- heavy and loose and so delightful to play with. I never wanted to sleep, of course, but usually I would and in the morning find myself back in my own bed. Did he ever snuggle back against me when he woke to find me in his bed? Did he ever smell me the way I smelled him? Did he ever put his hand "down there"? Or carefully pull back the sheet to gaze at his little girl, to dream of loving her like he loved those other girls? I felt in my heart he did. But I wanted to know for sure, so I tried to stay awake while pretending to be asleep. It worked. One night I felt him stir beside me, kiss me all over, touch me. I peeked a look through pinched eyelids, and saw his cock growing bigger and bigger! It came straight at me and bumped against my pussy, trying to get in. It squirted stuff all over me -- and then I woke up! It was only a dream. But some times, I swear, it wasn't a dream, and I had proof by his touching and kissing and holding and petting that his heart wanted the same more I was wanted. Sneaking into his bed was only part of my plan. I also asked him point-blank about sex. When he said, "look it up!" I told him I had, and that the books didn't make any sense, that they lied about the whole thing. I got him to explain it to me. Oh joy! As he described it all, I imagined he was at the same time showing me, imagined that we were really doing it. I discovered masturbation and asked him about it. At first he was embarrassed, but I acted so matter of fact he stopped being embarrassed. I'd matter of factly tell him I was going to bed early to masturbate, or when I came in from playing in the middle of the afternoon and he asked why seeing as how it was such a nice day out I'd say I was coming in only for a minute because I was going to masturbate; or if it took too long on the potty or in the bath and he'd yell through the door "did you fall in or what?" or "have you drowned yet?" I'd shout back "no I'm just making a good long masturbation!" and he'd laugh. I got him to tell me about his girlfriends (see, I wasn't jealous at all) and what he did with them, what they liked -- and what they wouldn't let him do. I never wore clothes around the house, it being California and us always in no more than bathing suits most of the time anyway. He got into the same habit and I'd get to look at his cock for hours and hours sometimes, like when we watched TV or played cards or did stuff outside in the garden (we'd wear shoes of course). Oh, it was a long patient campaign! He fussed a bit about the nudity and the sleeping together as I got older -- eight and nine and ten. But by then that was our life. I'd seen many of his girlfriends naked, as they went from his bedroom to the bathroom after a fuck, or in the morning when it didn't seem to matter. I'd promised myself that by my eleventh birthday we'd be lovers and fucking every night and all weekend, but the birthday came and went and it had still not happened. I decided to try a frontal assault. First more talk, about his body, his penis, how those girls didn't appreciate what a great cock he had. I'd snuggle up with him on the couch in front of the TV, both of us naked, and ask him about his penis, how it felt to have one, how pretty I thought it was. I asked him if he thought I had a pretty pussy and wasn't it prettier than any of his girlfriends'? I was starting to get my shape by this time, some of my true female shape. I was bigger now, five feet to his five and a half, so more of a woman in his arms. I saw his cock hard and though he tried to hide if from me I wouldn't let him. One night he came back from partying, mostly drunk, and as I found out later horny from not getting a girl he'd gone out to fuck who had only teased him before going off with another guy. I snuggled up to him on the couch and took his cock in my hand. I masturbated him and he let me. I told him how hot he was and what a beautiful cock he had and I just wanted to see it cum once and that was it. Nine months later -- it took that long to go from the first hand job, to almost one a night, to kissing it, to the first blow job, to his kissing and feeling my pussy -- he fucked me. Frank and Dorrie and the Smiths have uncoupled now, and are laying around on top of each other, fingering and kissing and licking, riding that lovely sweet languid ebb tide of satisfied desire, knowing that this was just a breather before the sea surged back in over them again. I won't even try to describe that first night with my dad. It is too private, too precious, too wonderful for me to put into words. I'll keep it to myself forever, locked in my heart with every detail, every breath, ever moan, every sweet tender aching loving thrust of his body and my grateful acceptance of it. Of course, the next morning in the light of day, he felt awful and guilty and raged at me and himself and swore to go away so he'd never hurt me again. "Eleven years old!" he kept shouting at himself in disbelief and anger. But of course that passed. For almost a year we lived as lovers, still as father and daughter of course (he wouldn't let me stay out late of example), but also as lovers. For the first few months he kept away from other girls. We had a big fight when he did finally stray, but that was Dad and he always came back to me and he'd always be my dad so we reconciled and it was even better than before, because now he'd share everything with me, everything he was doing with the other girls -- and everything they wouldn't do. That's how I learned about anal. Yes! I thought. Something only I can give him. He fought and fought me against it, but both of us knew he was just delaying the inevitable. The first time wasn't the wonderful earthquake of our first fuck, I'll admit. It took a few times to get used to it, for me to learn how to do it, particularly given his size. But I wanted so much to give him something special, to please him, and very soon I started to like it, then to love it, to understand how special and intimate it was that way. For weeks in row that would be all I wanted and he'd complain, saying he missed my pussy. I'd laugh and turn away to show him only my butt to tease him, then jump on him and we'd fuck (the regular way) like dogs all night long. When I was thirteen and a half I got pregnant. I'd been on the pill of course and had promised Dad I wouldn't let anything happen, but I still wanted more, something to keep us together forever -- I wanted him to make a baby in me. So I stopped the pills. He only found out after I got pregnant. That's when he left. Just disappeared. I came as close to dying as you can and still not die. Only my boy, when he came, saved me. I never told Frank who is father was -- I mean I made up a story, part truth, part fiction, but nothing about his dad also being his granddad. Frank is up now, stretching and yawning to work out the kinks. Frank is just under six feet tall, a full inch taller than his dad -- my dad -- was. Frank's body, like dad's, is lean and muscular with very little hair except around his cock and under his arms. And he has that same wide toothy grin. His cock, still semi-erect even after a dozen orgasms so far this evening, is just seven inches long but unusually thick -- a powerful, aching muscle that both Dorrie and I could hardly get enough of. Frankie spots me and he and Dorrie come over, both grinning mischievously. They surround me, nuzzling my tits and face and fondling my pussy and ass. "Let's go find a bedroom" Frank murmurs in my ear. "Sweetheart," I say to him, "we can fuck anytime we want at home. You two should go play with someone else." "We want you -- now." "Give your old mom a rest. Every one of my holes is sore." "I don't need a hole." I laugh. I delight in watching Frank cum, and is has always been a special thrill for both of us when he cums on my pussy or tits. "Let's go to the lake for swim. Then we'll see." The "lake" is really a large indoor swimming pool, covered in glass and landscaped to look like a forest pond. "You two go," Dorrie says. "I'm going to look for Mickey." Mickey is a twelve year old boy, brought by his mom and dad to his first party. Dorrie has a special fondness for the little ones. Frank and I kiss her, wish her good luck, and go to the lake. It really is a wonderful, even magical place. The lighting is kept low to the ground and of course the pool is lit up underwater, so you can see the stars and the moon through the glass canopy. Grass and shrubs and orange and lemon trees give it the feel of an enchanted garden. I steer Frank toward the edge of the pool. We stretch out together in one of the double-wide lovers chaise lounges and fall into each others arms. He fingers my pussy and I fondle his cock as we watch and listen to the others around us. Couples and groups are on the grass or in lounges fucking and sucking. People have a tendency to keep their voices lower here, so as not to break the magic spell, but the moans and wet slaps of flesh betray the party's still strong momentum. Several people are in the pool, fucking or just swimming. I draw Frank's attention to one fellow, just approaching the diving board at the deep end. The sensuous dancing play of watery light from the pool lights pick him out of the surrounding darkness. He steps out onto the diving board and I feel Frank's cock stiffen in my hand. "Who's that?" "His name's Shep," I say. Everyone of course uses what we call "party" names, not real names. "He was here last time. Didn't you see him?" Frank shakes his head, eyes glued to the man. Shep is fifty-five years old, although he looks years younger. In fact, if his short steel gray hair and lightly lined face were hidden, and you only saw his body, you'd say he couldn't be over thirty-five. Shep is lean, muscular, and moves with the assured grace of an athlete. His body is smooth, lightly tanned. His upper body, his ass, his thighs, even at his age, are models of masculinity. And his cock, even flaccid, is more than just large, it draws your eye -- and your desire -- like a magnet. Shep stands at the edge of the diving board, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet to gage its character. Frank's cock is bone hard now. The pre-cum has made it slippery, and my hand easily slides up and down his shaft. "God, I'm getting wet," I say to him. "He's magnificent." Frank stills my hand with his. "I'm going to cum just watching him," he says. Shep springs into the air in a lovely high arcing jump, bends at the waist, and plunges into the water without raising the smallest ripple. Frank groans, barely able to contain his sperm. "Go chat with him," I say. "I know he likes men, too, particularly younger ones." Shep breaks the surface, and leisurely swims toward the edge of the pool. "But we came here so we could fuck." "Baby, like I said every hole is sore. We've got all day tomorrow to fuck. There's just one thing though." "What?" Frank pauses as he gets up. "I've heard he's only a top. Never bottom." Frank hesitates. Shep pulls himself up out of the pool in one powerful motion, water flowing off his body. He comes toward us. Frank sits down again, trying to hide his erection. Shep smiles at him, his face breaking into a goofy grin, showing a mouth full of lovely white teeth. "You must be Frank," he says and extends his hand. Frank takes it, and Shep pulls him to his feet in one effortless motion. Frank's cock stands, unashamedly revealing his desires. He gives my boy a warm, extended and intimate shake. "Now I see why your wife came on to me last time." (Publicly, Dorrie and I are Frank's "wives." We only let a select few know the truth about us, even among club members.) The two looked like brothers, separated only by a few years. Shep finally turns to me. "Hi, Maria. Glad to see you again." He leans down to kiss me, giving Frank the chance to take a good look at him close-up. "You two have met?" Frank asks. "At the last party. My first one here." Shep answers. "You're a lucky man. Double-lucky if your other wife is half as delightful as this one." "Who's your sponsor?" Frank asks. "Don't know yet. He -- or she -- is keeping it a secret. Not wanting to be embarrassed if I'm not accepted, I guess." "I don't think there's much chance of that happening," Frank blurts out, immediately turning red. Shep puts a comforting hand on Frank's shoulder. "I can count on your vote then?" Shep's own cock rose up to half mast at the contact. "Sure. Anyone who my m-- who Maria wants to fuck gets my vote." Shep strokes Frank's back, letting his had slip down to his buttocks. "She's very sexy of course -- but to be honest, I wasn't thinking of her just now -- no offense, Maria," he says, glancing at me. "Why don't you join us?" I say, slipping off the lounge and onto the soft grass. They both get down with me, Shep sitting next to Frank. Sounds of love-making surround us. People are splashing in the pool. Light from its underwater lights, the warm glow of ground lighting nearby, and the tropical warmth of the enclosed grounds, produce a wonderfully romantic and permissive atmosphere for the three of us. Shep continues to caress Frank, stroking his arm, his back and his neck. "Have you been with other men, Frank?" Shep asks him. "Some," Frank responds shyly. I've never seen him this passive. "And how was it?" "OK I guess." "But not really satisfying. Not what you really wanted from another man, was it?" "No." Shep has been stroking Frank's neck and caressing the back of his head. He leans back, letting his magnificent cock stand in all its glory, straight and long and stiff. Then, with a strength and innate authority that brooks no resistance, he pulls Frank down, bring my boy's face to his crotch. Frank opens his mouth and takes it in as if he'd been submitting to another man's will for years. My hand is instantly at work, fingering an already soaking cunt. Frank eagerly sucks Shep's cock -- his own father's cock, although neither of them know that. Shep keeps a strong hand on the back of the boy's head, dominating him, letting him know who is in control. I see Shep's other hand sliding down toward Frank's ass. He unceremoniously presses a stiff finger into my boy's asshole, eliciting a grunt. Shep twists the finger into the boy until it is in up to the last knuckle. "That's a good boy, suck daddy's cock." I look up startled. How could he know? Then I understand. He doesn't. This is just how he talks, how he talks to the younger men he fucks. He'd been very upfront when I chatted with him after our fuck at the last party that he enjoyed young men. Can you imagine what that fuck was like for me? Having stumbled across his name on the web after all these years, secretly arranging to get him an invitation to a party, finding a pretext to meet him, then standing before him, both of us naked, so difficult to keep myself from jumping at him, then feeling his cock inside me -- after twenty-five years -- inside me again! He did not recognize me -- who can see the thirteen year old girl in the thirty-eight year old woman? -- so only I knew that he was again fucking the daughter he'd abandoned, pregnant, all those years ago. We fucked, then I sucked him off (oh heaven, to have his cock back in my mouth!). We'd collapsed together on a couch in the play room, and had one of those lovely post- coital chats. The subject turned to our early experiences with sex. I was sorely tempted to reveal myself at that point, but dared not. He'd run off and abandoned me once. How did I know he wouldn't do it again? No, better to keep him in the dark, and keep on being fucked by him again. After all, I would know, even if he didn't. It was at this moment that a young boy and girl came by, led by the hand by an elegantly dressed older woman -- Katerina. The children were brother and sister, nine years and ten years old respectively. Katerina took them to the stairs and up to one of the private bedrooms on the second floor. This woman was one of the club's founding members. Her particular letch was the very young. The two children's parents had been seeking membership for sometime, and this was the price Katerina exacted for their membership. I caught sight of Shep's mesmerized gaze. His eyes were following the three of them across the room and up the stairs. Katerina, despite being in her sixties, was still a very striking woman, and had no trouble finding (adult) partners of either sex when she wished. In fact, as you can imagine, she had a reputation for being quite perverted in many ways. But I was surprised to see Shep so interested. "She's quite a woman, isn't she? Would you like me to introduce you some time?" I asked him. Shep woke from his daze, struggling to grasp what I'd said, which as it turns out was far from his own thinking. "Oh, her. Sure. That would be great." And then I realized: he hadn't been looking at Katerina at all, but rather at the children! How could this be? A man who'd felt so guilty about fucking his own daughter at eleven and making her pregnant at thirteen that he'd abandoned her completely, with out a single word in twenty- five years -- could such a man now be interested in young ones? Maybe, maybe I was wrong about him, maybe my assumptions were the only thing standing in the way of the more I wanted from him now that I was grown up with a son. "They are lovely children, aren't they?" I said. "Yes," he said softly. I reached over and took his cock in my hand. It was as hard and erect as a teenager's who hadn't cum in a week. "You know, there are a number of us in the club who indulge ourselves that way -- if that is something you're interested in." He looked at me in surprise, then with a hard penetrating look. "Have you ever?" he asked. I laughed softly. "Oh yes." "With ones that young?" I rubbed my finger on the tip of his cock, and brought the smear of sweet pre-cum to my mouth. "Oh, younger actually. And you? You've had some experiences in that area I would guess." I was fondling his balls by this time. He hesitated for a minute. "Yes. When I was younger -- about thirty -- I was involved with a girl. A young girl." I began to stroke his cock in earnest. "Fifteen, sixteen?" "No. Younger." "Thirteen?" "Eleven, at first. I -- we stopped when she was thirteen." "Mmmmm," I murmured. "How did you get her? And why did you let her get away?" " She seduced me, but I let it go too far -- and then I broke it off. Out of guilt." "You don't look guilty anymore," I said, his cock vibrating in my hand. "No. I did an awful thing to her. Leaving her, I mean. Our love-making was wonderful. Special. I only realized that later. And once I realized that -- well, I guess I've been trying to recreate that feeling ever since." "So have you been successful?" "Off and on. Though it's never been the same as with Ra- - with my first." He'd almost said my name. It was on the tip of his tongue. I plunged my mouth down over his cock, both out of joy and to stifle my cry of joy at hearing his confession. As soon as I'd composed myself, I sat up again, his pre- cum thick in my mouth. I dared another question. "Just girls, or boys too?" "Oh, no both. I've been bi since I was a teenager, but had just never really accepted it." My mouth must have fallen open in surprise -- I'd never suspected! My mind flew back, suddenly remembering all those boy surfers he seemed to adopt for a week or month before finding a more promising protg. With a laugh he kissed me, licking and sucking up his own pre-cum dribbling from my mouth. "Men, women, girls, boys. That first experience taught me to trust my desires. I just learned the lesson late. And I've been trying to make up for it ever since." It was at this point that a scheme jumped into my mind fully formed. And here we are, Shep pressing Frank's face down on his cock, forcing Frank to deep throat him while he roughly probes his rectum with a finger. Shep looks up at me. Our eyes meet. "Fuck him," I murmur -- not an order (my father was not a man you gave orders to), but rather a signal of my "wifely" permission. Shep pulls Frank off his prick and flips him over onto his back. He takes hold of Frank's shins and pushes his legs back and apart, exposing him completely -- putting my son at his mercy. Frank's cock twitches and jumps. Shep takes his member in hand -- it too is throbbing, and seems to have swollen enormously, so thick now that Frank will certainly have trouble taking it. He places the tip at Frank's hole. I slide forward on the grass, lifting Frank's head into my lap, stroking his hair as if he was a little boy again. We look into each other's eyes. Shep thrusts. "Ahhhh," Frank moans, his voice shuddering. Shep's cock is already a third of the way in. He has no intention of being gentle. He thrusts again, even more forcefully and urgently than before. In one quick motion his cock disappears completely inside my son's ass, bouncing balls on against it, tearing a cry of pleasure from my boy's throat. Shep pauses, grinds his cock deep into the boy's entrails, then pulls nearly out before quickly plunging back in to the hilt. Like a locomotive gathering speed as it leaves the station, my father's cock pumps relentlessly, powerfully and deep into the boy's body. I cradle Frank in my arms, my own body wet and trembling in sympathy with the primitive assault being inflicted on my own flesh and blood. "You hold him like his mother," Shep grunts as he fucks. Suddenly, the words jump from my mouth. "I am his mother." This brings Shep to a halt, cock buried deep in Frank's entrails. "Oh, Mom!" Frank exclaims in surprise and happiness that I've so publicly "outted us." With both hands Shep leans hard on the back of Frank's thighs, pressing him down even harder, opening him up even further. Franks feet are now as far back as my head "You don't look that much older than him." "I had him when I was thirteen." His eyes widen. "He was my father's -- lovechild." "Oh, my god!" Frank cries. I reach for Shep's face. I stroke it, pull myself closer to him. He's all I care about right now. "I've missed you," I say, tears suddenly streaming down my face. "And so has your son." Shep looks down at Frank, speared by his own cock, which he now knows to be a father's cock inside a son's asshole. A look of panic grips his features -- and then passes. He bends down, takes Frank's head in his hands, and presses his mouth to Frank's. His hips thrust, harder and deeper than before if that's possible, and he cums, spewing his seed into his own son's gasping, hungry body. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Our family has grown recently. There are now four of us -- and two more on the way. At first Dottie was afraid we this reunion of my family meant she would have to leave, but both Frank and Shep helped to dispel that notion. Dottie is pregnant -- and so am I. Who is the father of her baby? Who is the father of mine? Even if we knew, would it really matter? ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. COPYRIGHT 2003 [email protected]

Let me begin by saying I am not proud of what happened, I am overwhelmed with guilt and dismay. I feel dirty and worthless because what happened, is not me. That is not the person I am. But I can't dismiss the fact that "it happened". I'm telling my story because I have to get it out, I can't keep it in any longer, call it therapy if you will, but I must. Let me begin a little further back so you can understand how it all happened. My name is Suzanne, I am 54 years old, tall, and thin with blonde hair. I am told I am beautiful which makes me wonder why I can't keep a functional long term relationship. My husband Jeremy was bi-polar and is in essence a nut case. To this day he is still destroying our children who are 22 and 20. We never did agree on how to raise kids plus his verbal abuse to me, it came to the point I could no longer stay in the marriage. By trade, I am a professional counselor, very successful and very well thought of. Since divorcing my husband, which was 8 years ago, I have sought to be involved in a long term relationship which would eventually lead to marriage. However, things just have not worked out as I thought they might. My first relationship after divorcing was a man who was younger than me, highly dysfunctional and grieving over a girlfriend he lost to cancer, guess I was a convenient target, especially since I was lonely as hell, guess men can sense that kind of thing in a woman. Mike did, that's for sure. He aggressively pursued me and when I finally relented, mostly out of loneliness, it turned out to be a disaster. He could not function sexually and our relationship consisted of multiple blow jobs from me. The part he loved most was when I would let him cum in my mouth. It didn't take long for me to realize he was just using me for his own personal pleasure but as desperate as I was, I let it go on for much too long. He did nothing to pleasure me and only cared about himself. I finally ended it My next relationship was with a Dr. that aggressively pursued me on line. I finally relented again from loneliness, and that also turned out to be a disaster. I thought I was in love, not only with him but the thought of what he could do for me and my children. I gave myself unconditionally to him; I fell head over heels in love with him and tried to meet this every desire and fantasy. Even to the point where I let him take me in my ass at his bidding, something I would have NEVER allowed or agreed to previously. But the more I gave, the worst he treated me. I took as much as I could and finally walked away after 7 months. The problem is, I was still in love with him, and just couldn't seem to get over him. It took me another two years to finally get him out of my heart and mind, and I'm not really sure to this day if he really is or not. My most recent relationship which just ended after two years, which by the way, was not my doing, was with a wonderful man who I fell in love with in a way I never have been in love before. He was older than me and I can say without reservation that he knew how to treat a woman. Sexually, he was the most amazing man I have ever known, he took me places I never knew existed. I never knew that intimacy could be so deep, satisfying and wonderful. He cared only about my pleasure which prompted me to give more and more of myself. You may ask, if it was so good, then why is it over? Very simple. I am a fucking idiot. He tried to tell me over and over what was important to him in our relationship but I didn't listen. For two years because of my shame and embarrassment from previous relationships, I fucked with his head and it just finally came to the point that he could not take anymore and ended it. Doubtless to say, I am devastated. Now, my story. Bob, my brother and law, and his wife Kathy were always sweet, sweet people. In spite of being Jeremy's brother, and also being bi-polar, he controlled it wonderfully with medication. Bob was 10 years younger than me, is 6'6" tall, 236 lbs and just a darling of a guy. A big teddy bear so to speak. He and his lovely wife Kathy have a wonder marriage and two adorable kids, which makes this ordeal even more bizarre. Bob was a copy machine rep and has a huge client in the city where I have my practice. Because he and Kathy lived so far away I hardly saw them, so when he would come to this area he would call and we would get together for lunch and catch up. Never was there ever a sign of anything out of the ordinary. He highly respected me and I him. This occurred for over 8 years. Fast forward to March of 2012. Bob has Facebooked me letting me know he was coming to the area for a follow up with his biggest customer and wanted to know if I wanted to have lunch. As usual I said sure, just let me know. He responded by saying that he would let me know if it all worked out. On Monday I got a text from him letting me know he would be in town on Thursday and was I still up for lunch? Sure I responded. No problem just let me know what time and where. Thursday was here before I knew it and I got a text saying we would meet at a favorite local restaurant at 1pm. Told him I would see him there. About noon I got a call from Bob saying he was tied up with his client and that he had to stay over till Friday and would I be up for dinner instead of lunch. Well, since Thursday's are basically my Friday's because of my schedule I said yes. He said he would call me later and let me know what time and where, being he did not know what time he would conclude his business. I told him I would wait for his call. The day flew as I had appointments all afternoon. Then about 5:30 my phone rang, it was Bob, I had to tell him I would call him back because I was with a customer. I retuned Bob's call at 6:05 after my appointment left and he went on to tell me that he was staying at the Sheridan close to my house and if I wanted to meet him there for dinner at 7:30. I told him that worked out fine as I could go home and check on the kids and get them some dinner before meeting him. So, it was all set. I ran home, made dinner for the kids, freshened up a bit and left to meet Bob. When I arrived he was waiting at a table in the hotel restaurant. He greeted me with a big bear hug which was his usual style. For the next two hours we talked about his brother Jeremy and what a jerk he is, our kids, our relationships and jobs. In all the years we had been meeting as a family, and one on one for lunch, I had never heard Bob say anything negative or off color about his wife or family. But when I asked him how everything was going with Kathy he began to open up to me like never before. You know Suzanne, he said, in all the years I have been married to Kathy, as much as I love her, it has been very frustrating and challenging. What do you mean Bob, I asked? Well first of all Suzanne, I `m sure Kathy has shared with you the "package" I carry around. I felt my face begin to flush when he mentioned that. I had no idea he knew that Kathy had shared with me years ago that Bob was so big that she was never able to take all of him. At best he was only able to get about of his dick in her. It made her feel very inadequate and sometimes like a failure. But Bob being the sweet person he was, never made her feel inferior and always assured her that everything was fine and that it was satisfying for him. Well tonight Bob began to tell me that not only was that frustrating for him, but that Kathy never liked oral sex, whether it was giving or receiving. Said it made her sick. I had never quite heard Bob talk like this and it concerned me. I was hoping he was not off his meds as he seemed really bummed. I decided to try and find some positive aspect to his dilemma so I asked him a few questions. Well tell me Bob, I asked. When you do have intercourse with Kathy, does she enjoy it? Well she tries to make me feel like she does, but I think it is so painful for her that she doesn't. Did she ever actually say that I asked? No, but I just sense it. Do you sense that she ever reaches fulfillment I inquired? I think she has. But only when I don't move and she moves and brings herself off. If I move, I have to tendency to push too hard and it hurts her. Well that's good isn't it? I guess so. I could sense some hesitation in his voice. Why do you hesitate when you say that Bob? Blushing, Bob replied. Well it really hard for me to climax that way because I never get enough stimulation to fully cum. Then what do you do I asked? Still blushing, Bob replied. I usually have to finish myself off by jerking off. Now it was me who was blushing. I felt so sorry for this kind gentle soul. I'm so sorry Bob I replied. Then he continued, unprompted. If only she would finish me off with her hand I would at least feel she was engaged and cared about my feelings. But no, she just turns over and goes to sleep. Well you said she didn't like oral sex either, is that right? How come? It was a combination of me being so big and the fact that she couldn't stand the smell and thought it was just disgusting. I'm sorry to hear that Bob I replied. I noticed a tear in Bob's eye as he recounted his frustration. Have you gone for any counseling Bob, I asked? No, Bob replied. Kathy won't go, she doesn't think there is any reason for it. As I watched Bob's face he began to turn very white. Bob, I asked, are you ok? I think so Bob replied, I just feel really sick. There were beads of sweat coming from his forehead. Are you on your medsI asked? Well I missed a couple of them today because of the meeting I had. I had left them in my room and forgot to take them with me. Having lived with his bi-polar brother for 20 years I knew the best thing was to get him in a lying position and put cold towels on his head, in addition to giving him his meds. Do you want me to call someone Bob, maybe Kathy, I asked? No, Bob replied. Then you need to get up to your room right away and take your meds and get some cold towels on your head. You're right Suzanne he replied as he stood up and began to walk toward the elevator on very shaky legs. I ran over to him and took hold of his arm to steady him. Here, let me help you Bob I said as I pressed the button on the elevator and waited for the door to open. What floor I asked. The 5th floor Bob replied. I pressed number 5. Once the door opened I asked Bob what room and if he had the key. He said it was in his coat pocket, so I reached in and pulled it out and slid it and opened the door. Steadying Bob I led him over to the bed and laid him down as I went to the bathroom and got some cold towels and brought them over and put them on this head. I also found his meds and brought him a glass of water to take them with. Are you sure you don't want me to call Kathy I asked? No Bob replied groggily, she will only worry, besides, what's she going to do anyhow? I kept putting towels on Bob's head and feeding him water till finally the color began to come back into his face. I sighed a sigh of relief. Thank you Suzanne. I really appreciate your concern. Well I couldn't just leave you I replied. My brother was such a jerk Suzanne for ever treating you the way he did. You deserve so much better. Thank you Bob I replied. I then became very embarrassed; while I was talking I glanced down and saw this huge bulge in Bob's pants. Bob happened to catch my glance and became very red himself. I'm sorry Suzanne, sometimes it just happens. We both became silent for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes. Bob finally broke the silence by looking at me and saying. Suzanne, have you ever in all these years thought about being intimate with me? WHAT? I snapped. I jumped up off the side of the bed and told Bob that I was leaving. Suzanne, please, don't be upset with me. Wait, don't go. Please. The pain in his voice was so pathetic; I hesitated for just a moment. Please come back Suzanne, Bob asked, as he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. I reluctantly turned around and walked back over to the bed and sat down. Bob then reached out and took my hand in his. Suzanne, I'm sorry for asking you, but I just need to know. Please? A million thoughts passed through my head as I contemplated whether I should answer him or not. Bob, I said. You are happily married, Kathy is a wonderful human being and I'm sure if you make a concentrated effort you could work out these frustrations together. You're right Suzanne, and I have been trying. But I asked you a question. Would you please answer? Bob, I said looking away, that would not be appropriate Suzanne, please. Answer my question. Well, I replied, there have been a fleeting thought on occasion, but only because I respect you and see how you treat your wife as compared to your lousy brother. Thank you Suzanne, I needed to hear that. I really did. I have to also confess as well that the thought has crossed my mind more times than I care to admit. Taking my hand in his he thanked me again and apologized if he put me on the spot. So sweet I thought. But then Bob took my hand and moved it toward him, and looking me straight in the eyes brought my hand to rest on his bulge. I could feel my face turn red and was stunned that he would be so aggressive. Bob, I stuttered, what, what the, what the hell are you doing? He just looked at me and held my hand firmly against him. It felt like he had a baseball bat in his pants. Ok Bob, I stuttered, that's enough. Let, let, let loose of my hand. B By now I was visibly shaking. I can't he said, please Suzanne, as he began to move my hand back and forth over his bulge. Suzanne, please, please help me. Please? The poor man was begging me to rub his dick, he was so desperate. Bob, this isn't right. We are friends, why ruin that, and what about Kathy? I can't do that to her. You're right Suzanne. But he kept moving my hand back and forth. Oh God I thought to myself. What am I going to do here? This man is so pathetic, so needy. Then I felt my hand involuntarily begin to move by itself over him. Bob mouthed the words, thank you Suzanne, as his eyes went back into his head. I began to blush again as Bob took his hand off of mine and just looked at me as I continued to rub him. My God Bob, you are so huge I exclaimed, no wonder Kathy has an issue with it. What can I say Suzanne, it's what God gave me, I can't help it. If I could I would. Bob must have seen my demeanor soften as a little smile came over his face. I really appreciate this Suzanne, I so need this, you can't imagine. I thought to myself, I can imagine more than you think. Then I concluded that I was going to help this man, just this one time. No longer involuntarily, I moved my hand back and forth over his huge manhood, squeezing gently as I rubbed. Squeeze it harder Susanne. Wh, wh, what I heard myself say? Squeeze it harder, and stroke it. The tone of his voice had changed and it was more of a command than a request. I don't know why but I complied by squeezing him harder as I started to stroke him on top of his pants. Bob grunted as he felt the effect of my ministrations. Suzanne, unzip my pants, I can hardly feel it. No Bob I snapped, this is all I'm going to do. Suzanne, unzip my pants, NOW!!! At that moment I should have got up and bolted out of that room. But for some reason I didn't. Instead, I moved my hand to his zipper and began to move it downward. Looking me straight in the eye he said. Now my belt buckle and snap. I felt numb and mesmerized as I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his pants. Then with both hands, Bob lifted his torso and pushed his pants and underwear down below his knees. Staring me in the face was the biggest male organ I had ever laid eyes on. Oh my god I thought. It must have been 11 inches long and so thick. I was frozen as I gazed upon it. Bob must have seen the fear and wide eyed wonder in my face because he then reached up, took my hand in his and moved it to his huge tool. It was as hard as a rock on one hand and so soft to the touch on the other. I could see the pre cum glistening as it seeped from the little hole on top. I heard myself murmur. Shit Bob, holy shit . With my hand still in his, Bob began moving it in an up and down motion, slowly stroking himself with my hand, while all the time never taking his eyes from mine. Then he removed his hand from mine as my hand, on its own, continued moving up and down. I had never touched anything so huge in my life and I shook with a combination of fear and arousal. Use both hands Suzanne, Bob said, as his words snapped me out of my stupor. I shifted slightly on the bed as I placed both hands on his dick. Even with my hands on top of each other, I still never came close to covering his whole dick. There was plenty left. Then Bob shocked me by taking his thumb and rubbing it over the head and wetting it with all the pre cum that had accumulated. He then took his thumb and moved it to my mouth. I jumped with shock and pulled my head away, but he took his other hand and put it behind my head and pulled it forward, then he took his thumb and rubbed it across my lips, then he mouthed the word, "open". I slightly parted my lips and he inserted his whole thumb in my mouth. Without even thinking about it I started to suck on his thumb. Oh god, what a sight that must have been. There I was sitting on the side of Bob's bed, his pants down to his knees, both my hands on his huge tool stroking it up and down, and his thumb in my mouth. Then without a word being spoken, Bob took his right hand that was behind my head and pulled it toward his cock. I knew what he wanted, but I shook my head NO, my heart was pounding so hard and loud I thought it would explode in my chest. Closer and closer he pulled my head until my mouth was just inches from the huge head. Removing his thumb from my mouth I heard him say, "lick it Suzanne". No Bob, please I heard myself beg, this has gone way too far, just let me finish you off with my hand. He pulled my head once more and snapped. Lick it Suzanne, I'm not going to tell you again. The tone in his voice caused me to fear greatly, his brute strength could overtake me in a second I thought. I didn't want to piss him off. So I extended my tongue and it made contact with his big knob. Bob moaned as my tongue came in contact with his sensitive cock, I moved my tongue over the head, lapping up all the wetness that was there. Using his hand to put pressure on the back of my head I knew what he wanted next. He wanted me to take him in my mouth and suck him. Still stroking his cock, I parted my lips wide and slid my mouth over the huge knob. It stretched my mouth to the point that my jaws ached. He grunted as my mouth took his knob inside, he then took a hand full of my hair and began to move my head up and down on him. He was gentle but firm as he manipulated my head up and down . With no more than the head of his cock in my mouth I felt Bob begin to tighten and his torso began to shudder. I knew what that meant, so I braced myself as he held my head firmly over his cock. As I continued stroking it I felt him begin to harden even more. Oh gawd Bob grunted, oh gawd Suzanne, stroke and suck faster. With that I felt him begin to gush like a fire hose in my mouth. I began to see stars as torrents of hot cum shot to the back of my throat. I began to gag and swallow all at the same time as he pushed my head further down and thrust his torso upward. There was just so much cum, I couldn't handle it all. It was gushing down my throat, out of the corners of my mouth and out through my nose. I had never seen so much cum in my life. It was as if this poor man had not cum for years. I felt myself gagging but he would not let go of my hair. Suck it, suck it Suzanne. I did the best I could. Finally his climax subsided. There was cum everywhere. In my hair, on my face, all over his cock and stomach, my eyes were watering and I struggled to catch my breath. When I could finally speak I said, "what the hell was that Bob"? Years of pent up frustration my dear Suzanne. I tried to pull my head back up into the upright position but Bob spoke. Not yet Suzanne, lick me clean my dearest. I know you love the taste. I was shocked at his words. Had he spoken to his brother, did the son of a bitch share our sexual encounters with his brother? I have to say it took me aback. But I complied with his wishes and began to lick him clean. But he was right, I do love the taste of cum. I licked his stomach, up and down his shaft, his balls and anywhere else I could find a drop of the sweet nectar. When I was finished, Bob pulled me up to him and put his arms around me and kissed me hard, plunging his tongue in my mouth, tasting himself. I kissed him back hard as we played tongue tag for what seemed like hours. Then without any warning, Bob took his left hand and thrust it up my skirt, between my legs and grabbed hold of my pussy with his huge hand. No Bob I screamed as he held tight. I took care of you now take your hand out and let me go. I'm leaving. NOW!!! With one arm around my shoulder and one hand over my crotch he had me in a hold that was impossible to break out of. I struggled, to no avail and Bob just smiled as he opened and closed his hand over my female treasure using his thumb to massage my clitoris. I began to protest again but Bob put his mouth over mine again and started kissing me. Just then he took his big middle finger and slid it into my pussy, I went right over the edge, I started to buck and scream in his mouth as my climax hit me like a ton of bricks. His thumb was rubbing my clit as his finger vigorously fucked me hard, I was drenched and could hear the slapping of his hand against me each time he reentered me. Then a second climax hit, then a third, then a fourth then a fifth, oh my god, I was going crazy, cumming like a wild person Bob held me tight around the shoulders as my torso was convulsing all over the place, number six, number seven, number eight. That's when I fainted. Everything went black. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up Bob was sitting on the edge of the bed and had a cold towel on my forehead. Wow, I don't think I have ever seen anyone faint from having multiple orgasms. Thanks for the memory. It's not funny I murmured. Damn Suzanne, I never would have guessed you were so sexual. My heartbeat had finally returned to normal as I lay there wondering how this ever happened. Bob then lifted up his right hand where he had my panties. He put them to his face and took a big wiff. Mmmmm. Your panties are soaked Suzanne, they smell and taste wonderful. I felt my face flush as he looked at me and grinned. That's when I realized, I HAD NO PANTIES ON!!! Ah, you should give me back my panties Bob and I should be leaving now. Bob just gave me a little snicker and leaned over, pulled up my skirt and buried his face in my pussy. No Bob I protested, no, enough is enough, but I was no match for his strength and he took hold of my legs and spread them apart. As hard as I tried I could not close them. Then I felt his tongue licking me from my butt hole to my clit. Long, slow soft licks. How in the hell are you suppose to resist that? So, I just relaxed and let him lick me. The moans that emanated from my inner being were a turn on to Bob because he increased the intensity of his lapping. Well, it didn't take long till I was bucking like a wild filly again. My orgasm hit me with such intensity, but Bob never moved his mouth from my pussy from the beginning to end of it. For god's sake Bob. Please stop this. We have gone far enough. Please Bob, please, stop, now. I'm begging you. Bob lifted his head up from between my legs and said to me. Well my dear sister in law, one thing is for sure. Before the end of this evening you will be begging, that's for sure. But not in the way you think. Bob had this mischievous grin on his face and I knew I was in trouble. I did what any good counselor would do, I tried to reason with him. Bob, I said, I know you are a good man, and I know you have a good marriage and you are a man of integrity. What we have done here was in the moment, I forgive you, and I hope you forgive me too. But this has to stop now. We have to walk away and chalk this up as a passionate moment and just leave it at that. My dear Suzanne, Jeremy was right about one thing, even if he is a jerk. What's that I replied? That you are so fucking nave Bob barked. So fucking naive. Do you think for one second after sucking my cock, swallowing my cum, and climaxing till you fainted that I'm going to just let you walk out of here without fucking your little ass off? That's when I panicked. There was no way he was going to rip me apart with that ball bat size cock of his. Bob I will get on my phone and call your wife right now if you don't let me leave. Go ahead Suzanne, you fucking idiot, do you think anyone will believe you? Do you not think that Jeremy, Kathy, your kids, will believe this was not all your fault? Everyone knows how fucked up you are and always have been, So go ahead, call them, tell them your brother in law raped you. Then he threw the phone at me. Call them you stupid bitch go ahead he yelled. Oh god, I pissed him off I thought, I had never seen Bob mad in all the years I had known him. Here's the deal sweet Suzanne, before you leave here tonight you're going to get fucked, whether you can take all of me or not is another story, but one thing's for sure, you're going to try. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, I really don't give a shit, because I'm going to shoot off inside you and fill you fuller than you have ever been filled before, understand? It's your call. Make your choice now, we are wasting valuable time. All I could hear in my head at that moment was my ex boyfriends words to me over and over again. Decision.....Consequence. Why didn't I listen to him? He was always right. But now here I am, with no way out......but I tried Bob you know this will be rape I said as I attempted one last time to speak to whatever remained human in him. Bob just laughed as he stood up and took hold of his rigid cock. Rape huh, you think? Suzanne, just let me enlighten you on something. It isn't rape when the female is begging for it, now is it? I'm not begging for anything I retorted, with an irritated tone to my voice. Then he grinned. Maybe not right now my dear, but you soon will. You will indeed. I was frozen with fear as Bob moved toward me. I tried again to reason with him. Do you hate me so much Bob that you want to hurt me? El contraire Suzanne, this beautiful thing is going to only bring you pleasure, pleasure like you have never known before, or will ever know again. And whether this is the last time we do it or not, well, we'll let you decide at the end of the night. Now spread your fuckin legs. My head was reeling and my mind was completely blown. Here is a man that I loved and respected as a relative who has become someone I don't even know. Take the skirt off Suzanne. I just laid there, frozen by what was going on. Then fine, I'll do it for you. With his cock in his left hand he reached down with his right hand and pulled my skirt off my hips, down over my thighs, over my calves and off my feet. He took my skirt in his hand and thrust it across the room. He stood there looking down at me smiling as he spoke. Are you ready for me Suzanne? I will never be ready for this Bob, never. Well ready or not........ With that Bob climbed upon the bed, positioned himself over me and told me to spread my legs. I hesitantly responded . Good girl. Good girl. He then positioned himself between my legs, still on his knees and sitting back on his legs. He reached down and ran his fingers across my clean shaven pussy. Ah, good Suzanne, you are nice and wet, as a matter of fact, you are soaked. Maybe you don't want this, but it looks like your body may be betraying you. Bob, I pleaded, this can stop now and we can walk out of here, still friends, regardless of what else has happened tonight. Bob just shook his head no and grinned. Does this cock look like it is going to let you leave without fucking you? Then he lowered himself over me. Put your hands on my shoulders Suzanne. Bob was so big, his shoulders were wide and his chest was very hairy. I believe in college he was a defensive linebacker. Whatever he was, he sure was build for it. Now sweet Suzanne, he said, snapping me back to the moment. I reached up and placed my hand on his shoulders. Pull your feet up so your knees are in the air; then spread them. I pulled my feet up almost to my butt and then I spread my knees wide. Good, nice target. Then he looked down at my pussy and smiled. Now listen, I don't want this to hurt, so if you cooperate I will go slow till you have taken all you can, but if not, I will fuckin rip you apart, I don't give a shit, ok? I shook my head yes as a tear formed in the corner of my eye and dripped down my cheek. Please Bob I begged, don't hurt me. No reason to cry honey. If you cooperate, this will be good for you too. I promise. With that, Bob took his right hand and took hold of his enormous cock as he steadied himself with his left. Then I felt him move his cock up and down my crack. He started at my butt, moved it up over my opening and then over my clit. I shuddered from the sensation. Bob just smiled. Good Suzanne, this is going to be real good. He continued this maneuver for about 2 minutes when finally the head of his beast came to rest right at my entrance. I gasped as I knew what was coming. Just relax Suzanne, just relax. With that he moved slightly forward and I felt his knob make its entrance into me. It was so big, but he was gentle and before I knew it, the entire knob was inside me. It had really stretched me but because he was gentle it did not hurt. Then he began to move the head in and out in slow methodical strokes. Get used to it honey, breath normally and just get used to it. Oh gawd, I could not help myself, the sensation was unbelievable, being split open by this monster and now feeling it move in and out. Ok Suzanne, I'm going to move just a little more now. Then he moved forward slightly and the head moved further in and I felt another inch of him enter me. I looked him in the eyes as he gently slid the head and another inch slid inside me with the same motions as before. Oh gawd I moaned, as I moved my head back and forth. You like honey? Bob, oh Bob, oh Bob, I'm getting ready to cummmmmm. Go ahead Suzanne, go ahead and cum. I began to convulse as my orgasm moved through me, it felt like molasses's as my body responded to his slow methodical fucking. Oh gawd Bob, oh gawd I screamed as he continued his unrelenting rhythm. Then without even realizing it, it was ME who pushed toward him and two more inches of his fabulous cock found its place inside my convulsing pussy. Good girl Suzanne. Good fucking girl. Now you're getting the hang of it. He continued to fuck me slowly as my pussy was on fire. I was moaning and thrusting my head back and forth as my climaxes continued to hit me one after another. Damn Suzanne you are amazing, fucking amazing, as you are cumming, your pussy is opening up, I think it wants more, do I give it what it wants Suzanne? Tell me Suzanne, do I give it what it wants? Bob was like a wild man now. Oh fuck Bob I panted, do it, give it more. With that Bob thrust forward and I felt his cock thrust deeper into me. I couldn't breathe, I was panting, my body was convulsing and my pussy was on fire. Oh Bob, oh Bob, oh Bob. What Suzanne, what? Oh Bob, don't stop, please. Suzanne, let me understand, are you BEGGING me to fuck you? Oh gawn I moaned, oh gawd. Well Suzanne? Are you BEGGING me to fuck you? Answer me NOW. Oh yes Bob, Oh yessssssss, for gods sake Bob, fuck me, fuck your sister in law. Ok Suzanne, you asked for it. You are asking for it, right? Yes, yes, yes I screamed, I'm begging you for it Bob, is that what you want to hear? You want me to fuckin beg? You're damn right that's what I want to hear dear sweet sister in law. With that Bob pushed and his entire cock buried itself inside of me. Oh fuck Bob, it is too big, too deep I screamed as I beat on his back with my fists, oh gawd. Bob stopped his thrusting and just laid still. Ok Suzanne, I'm going to stop for a moment so you can get adjusted, ok? Breathlessly I responded. Ok, ok. Thank you. We laid that way for about 5 minutes, when Bob finally broke the silence. You ready honey? I think so I heard myself reply. Please be easy though. Please. I will honey, don't you worry. Suzanne ok? Yes I responded. Now wrap your legs around me and dig your heels into my back, and hold on tight, you hear? Yes Bob yes. Then, very slowly, Bob began pulling his cock all the way out and when just the head remained buried, he began moving forward and slowly and methodically slid his entire cock back into me till I could feel it hit my cervix. I was holding on for dear life. My arms were around his neck, my legs were wrapped around his waist and he had his big hands under my ass as he pulled me toward him. Ok baby, I think you're ready. Are you ready Suzanne? For what Bob I panted. For the fucking of your life Suzanne, that's what. I WAS ready. Readier than I had been for anything in my life. I looked Bob straight in the eye and said, then give it to me lover, give it to me the way you have wanted to give it to Kathy for all these years. Bob grinned and began to pick up speed, he would pull out and then drive his cock hard deep, I could hear his big balls slap against my ass every time he bottomed out. You're incredible Suzanne, no woman has EVER taken me the way you are right now. I was panting as I replied, and don't you ever forget it Bob, don't you ever forget it. With that Bob attached his mouth to mine and started to French kiss me, it put me over the edge and I started to cum. I was moaning and screaming in his mouth, as he fucked me deeper and harder than I had ever experienced in my life. I pulled my mouth away from his and placed my lips by his ear. Fuck me Bob, fuck me Bob, fuck me Bob, fuck me Bob, fuck me Bob. My words drove him crazy as he began to thrust in me with all his weight, I thought I would break in two. I kept taunting him and he kept driving in me. I was cumming non stop by now and it didn't seem like it was anywhere close to subsiding. Then Bob began to shudder. I felt his cock begin to swell up. I'm cumming Suzanne, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming. That was all I needed to hear. Yes lover, cum, cum in me, fill your sister in law with your wonderful love juice. And fill me he did, torrent after of torrent of his hot cum shot deep inside me, he was moaning and grunting as he continued driving in me. He came till he could cum no more. I felt his hot boiling cum drench my insides as he came and came and came. Then Bob collapsed on me, he was spent, but I wasn't done yet. Bob, please, I need a little more, please. I can't Suzanne, I'm finished. I started to panic, I needed more. Bob, turn over on your back, hurry. Bob turned over and I mounted him putting my hand between us and grabbing his cock, I directed it toward my hole and inserted it. Just lay there Bob, I'll do all the work. With my lips on Bob's I began to drive my pussy up and down on Bob's still hard cock, with every motion of my ass I drove his cock in deep and then lifted my ass till it almost came out, then I would push again hard taking his entire cock inside me. With my head beside his I screamed into the bed, oh fuck Bob, oh fuck, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming. Air began to escape from my pussy and my ass as I continued to pound his hard cock, cumming, cumming and cumming. Finally, I reached the point where I had enough and collapsed on Bob's big hairy chest. Damn Suzanne, you are one insatiable bitch . I was too tired to reply. Now you got my cock going again you little slut. I need to cum again Suzanne. Oh shit I thought, I'm totally spent. Then I got an idea. I rolled off of Bob's big body and onto my back. Here Bob straddle my chest, just don't put your weight on me or you will crush me. Bob rolled over, got onto his knees and straddled my chest. There he was towering over me with that huge beautiful cock and those massively hard balls staring me right in the face. Ok baby I cooed, as I took his cock in both hands and began to stroke it, let that sucker blast off on my tits, on my face and in my mouth. Give it to me baby, don't hold anything back. Bob's balls were rock hard as they bounced against my chest. I felt his cock start throbbing and Bob was breathing hard. Come on baby I taunted him, come on and cum all over your Suzanne. With that Bob began to squirt like a hose, all over my tits, my chest, my face, in my hair and then I took the head of his cock in my mouth and got the last squirts of his tasty cum. Mmmmm I moaned as the last drops of his juice dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. Then Bob, looking down at me, took his hand and wiped the cum from my chest and tits, then he took his cum drenched hand and began wiping it all over my face. Pure protein, what a facial I laughed, and so did he. Then he took three fingers and pushed them into my mouth and I sucked them till they were clean. Just when I thought he was done, he reached back, took those same three fingers and shoved them in my pussy and moved them around getting them nice and wet with my juice and his cum. Treat time Bob laughed as he brought his fingers back up to my face and stuck them in my mouth again. How do you like the taste of your pussy Miss Suzanne? Mmmmm, wonderful as long as it is mixed with your cum I said. We both laughed as I finished cleaning his fingers off. Then Bob rolled off of me and laid on his back. He then pulled me close to him and started kissing me again. Soft and tender kisses, and lots of tongue. We kissed for ten to fifteen minutes before we both came up for air. Then Bob spoke. Well Suzanne darling, do you love me yet? Do you even have to ask that question? It's been a year now since our first encounter. I did make a decision, and that was, I could not live without that incredible cock. I told Bob no at first, but then laying in my bed one night, I knew I was hooked. I couldn't live without it. So I called Bob and told him I was wrong and would he give me another chance. Doubtless to say he made me beg like a dog. And I did. Over and over until I convinced him that I meant it. So he set the terms. I, at my own expense would pay for a room at least once a week or whenever he decided he wanted me. He would call me, I was never to call him. And even if he called on a moment's notice, I was to drop whatever I was doing and come to him. Yes, I know the terms are humiliating and unreasonable, but those were his terms, take it or leave them. I TOOK THEM. He has been very reasonable and has never called on a moment's notice. He has respected the fact that I have a job and a family to tend to. But in the bedroom, he won't settle for anything but total submission. Whatever he wants, I must be willing to give or it's GOODBYE. So I give him what he wants. My job, according to him, is to make all his fantasies come true, and trust me; he has pushed me to the limit, even to the point of bringing someone else in the bed with us. The hardest fantasy for me to perform for him was for me to be with him and another man, with me on my hands and knees, sucking off one guy while Bob fucked me from behind. I was so reluctant at first, but after it happened it really was not that bad. Bob was like a wild man fucking me as he watched me suck off his friend Matt. We all came together, I had cum in my mouth and cum in my pussy. I was filled from head to toe. Then later when we recovered Bob insisted that I fuck Matt while he watched. Matt was not as big as Bob but he really knew how to use what he had. He kissed me and fucked me in my mouth; in my pussy; and yes, even in my ass, for over an hour he continued using me before he finally came, I watched Bob as he stroked his big cock and came too, but I came over and over again in the meantime. So, the saga continues to this day, I want to stop but I can't, I'm too deep in. In essence, I've become Bob's whore. But he treats me respectfully and like a woman, which is what I long for so desperately, that is, so long as I give him what he wants, and his demands are great. He said I am too amazing to keep just for himself, says he has lots of friends he want s to share me with. I don't know how I feel about that but I have no choice, I'm hooked now, and I can't go back. YOUR FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

Boarding flight 253 for Denver, the loudspeaker screamed. I hurriedly gathered my things and moved toward the gate. It had been 5 years since I had seen my Mom and her husband. I had been studying in Hawaii. My longtime dream had finally come true of becoming doctor. I had completed my residency and now I was a full fledged pediatrician. I am hoping to start my own practice in Denver. But that's not what this story is all about. I want to share with you an incident that happened to me when I was 15 years old. This is not a sick perverted story but... maybe you'll think so, and my feelings are mixed about the whole thing, especially since I will be seeing Joe again soon, (Mom's husband). My Dad died when I was 6, Mom had given birth to me when she was 18. She had a promising career as a beauty pageant contestant, but I guess that just wasn't meant to be. She has never made me feel bad because she had me, because my Mom is a survivor and has always wanted nothing but the best for me. I know she loved me and always made me feel special. Mom had become a registered Nurse while my Dad was alive and she went on to become a Doctors assistant. I really respected Mom for her moxy and wanted to be like her. I have finally arrived I thought to myself as we lifted off the runway streaking upward into the blue sky inside the jumbo jet. The story I want to tell you about all started when I was 15. Mom had basically stayed unattached since Dad died. She was too involved with making a living for us and raising me. She kept a very close watch over me and protected me from everything. She had enrolled me in a Catholic School down the street. We lived in a very affluent neighborhood and were highly respected. About two months before my 15th birthday, Mom had started dating a fellow she had met at a doctors gathering at the hospital. He was a well to do real estate developer. I encouraged Mom to start dating, she had been alone long enough. It certainly wasn't because she wasn't attractive that she didn't date, she was stunning. Tall, about 5'9", long brown hair and the class of a aristocrat. Well this Joe must have been pretty special because I saw a change in Mom's demeanor after she met him, I could tell she really liked him. Anyhow, she informed me that she was going to have dinner with him and wanted me to join them and meet him. I was thrilled, I couldn't wait to meet the person that made Mom happier and more radiant than I had seen her in years. Finally, Friday night came and Mom picked me up after work and after she changed into fresh clothes we left for the restaurant. I was impressed when we arrived. It was a French upscale restaurant with a beautiful atmosphere. When we entered, all eyes turned to us. Oh, by the way, not only was Mom stunning, but I'm not bad to look at either. As we entered, Mom spotted Joe and he got up to greet us. Wow, I thought. He was really a handsome man. Immediately I knew that he and Mom made a great couple. Mom introduced me. "Joe, this is my pride and joy, Susan." "Hello Susan," Joe responded with a bit of a foreign accent. Something like Omar the actor. I liked being referred to by my proper name. So many people called me Susie, or honey or some other condescending name like "young lady" or something. Joe treated me with respect. I liked that. As he reached out his hand to shake mine I know my face flushed. I was embarrassed. We ended up having a great dinner, we talked for a couple hours and it was really great having conver- sation with an adult man. It almost seemed like a family. On the way home Mom couldn't wait to ask how I liked him. She was pleased when I said I thought he was great and that I thought they made a great couple. I knew Mom really like him. "Well, tell me Mom?" "Tell you what Susan?" "Well, are there any special plans in the future." Mom just blushed and giggled like a teenager. She said, "Well, who knows, we will just have to wait and see." Chapter 2 --------- It was the night of my 15th birthday party and I was so excited when I came home. Mom had invited 20 of my best girlfriends from school. Her and Joe had worked hard on making this a really special time for me. We had a wonderful time of fun and games and the presents were special as well. Finally though, it came to the end of the evening and everyone left. After cleaning up Mom and Joe presented me with their gift. I was shocked to open the envelope and there was a check for $10,000 designated for my college tuition to Medical School. I was flabbergasted, I didn't know what to say. They were so pleased that I was happy. I grabbed Mom and hugged her so tight I about squeezed her to death. She whispered, "I was not the only one who gave you the gift Susan." With that I turned and threw my arms around Joe as well thanking him gratefully. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "We're so glad to help you get a head start on your dream Susan," he said. I was really growing to like Joe a lot. Joe left about 11 and Mom and I finished cleaning up. "You know Mom," I said. "I really don't know what to say. I am so shocked." "That's OK Susan, we both love you and want the best for you." --- Now, this is where the story changes pace. It was about a week later and I had just walked in the door after school when the phone rang. "Hi honey," the voice on the other end said. "Hi Mom, what's up?" "Listen Susan, I'm going to be delayed at the hospital for about two hours, Joe is supposed to be coming over to pick me up for dinner, will you call him and tell him I'll be late?" "Sure, no problem." I dialed the phone and finally Joe's answering machine answered. Shoot, I must have missed him I thought to myself. When the greeting was over, I left a message telling Joe that if he got this message that Mom would be a couple of hours late and to come over later to pick her up. With that I pulled my white blouse out of my pleated plaid Catholic School skirt and began going up the steps when the doorbell rang. I ran over to the door and opened it and their stood Joe with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "Hi Susan, I'm here to pick up your mother for dinner." "Oh, I'm sorry Joe, I tried to call you at home but you were already gone. Mom has been delayed for about two hours at the hospital." "Oh," Joe replied. "I'm sorry Joe I said, I'm so rude. Come on in." Joe stepped in and I took the roses from him and walked over to the sink, grabbed a vase and ran some water in it for the flowers. "They're beautiful Joe," I said. "Thank you Susan, I hope your Mom likes them." "Oh, I'm sure she will Joe. She likes everything you do." "She does, does she," Joe replied half laughing. I was facing the sink working on the flowers when I felt Joe place both hands on my shoulders and begin massaging them. "Does that feel good Susan?" Joe asked. "Well, ah, well yes, I guess so." I was surprised, I really didn't know what to say to him. "Good," Joe responded as he massaged methodically. I had to admit, it really did feel great, his hands were so strong and at the same time, so gentle. I finished with the flowers and sat the vase aside and placed my hand on the ledge of the sink as Joe continued to rub his fingers deeply into my shoulders with a massaging motion that caused my head to spin. It felt great. "Ah Joe, well I really have some homework to do, and I..." "Just relax Susan, you will have plenty of time for homework. When is the last time you had a good shoulder rub?" "Well, actually, never," I replied. I felt so stupid. "All right then, just relax and enjoy." I didn't argue, actually, I really didn't know what to do. I had never, and I mean never, had a boy or man or anybody else for that matter, touch me. Then Joe moved his hands from my shoulders to the side of my head and began to rub my temples. I thought my knees would collapse. I got light headed and started to weave back and forth. Joe took his left arm and quickly put it around my waist. "You OK?" Joe asked with a concerned voice. "Yes, I think so," I replied. "I just got really dizzy there for a moment." Joe half laughed, "You sure you're OK?" "Yes, I think so," I said again. Then with one arm around my waist and one hand still massaging my right temple he lowered his head to my neck and gently kissed me. I felt a wave of elec- tricity shoot through my body and I thought I would faint. "What are you doing?" I asked half scared to death. "Nothing Susan, nothing." He kissed me again as his arm tighten around my waist. "I think I better go upstairs Joe," I said in a panicked voice. "Relax Susan, do you think I'm going to hurt you?" "Well, I don't know Joe..... are you?" "Of course not Susan, I wouldn't think of it." Then he bent over and kissed the other side of my neck, this time he lingered and lightly ran his tongue over the skin. I shuttered all over. "Now, doesn't that feel good Susan?" I didn't reply. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and it was driving me crazy. I began to squirm to try and get out of his grasp but it was to no avail. He held me tight as he continued. Joe then began moving his hand back and forth across my stomach as he continued to massage my temple and kissed my neck. My knees had all but given out by this time and I was just hanging there with my hands on the sink and my back against Joe. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, but it sure was different. As Joe rubbed my stomach, he began to unbutton the bottom buttons of my blouse. I was too weak and memorized to do anything and he obviously could sense that, because he was really bold in his movements. When he finally reached the button at my belly button, he moved his hand underneath my blouse and placed his big hand against my skin. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he ran his fingers lightly over the skin. My head was spinning, I really just didn't know what to do. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't know how to stop it. "You're beautiful Susan, Joe whispered in my ear. You're one of the most beautiful women I have ever known." he said quietly. Woman I thought. I'm no woman. Or am I? Right then I wasn't sure about anything. Joe continued rubbing me and moved his right hand from my temple to my stomach as well. With one hand he rubbed and with the other he continued his pursuit of unbuttoning my blouse. I was starting to panic now, as I struggled to try and get loose from his grasp. "Joe please..." I said with a soft voice. "Please let me go." Joe didn't answer, but kept rubbing and moving his hand upward in the process. By now he had my blouse completely unbuttoned. Then with one clean motion, he turned me around and pinned my back to the sink. He looked me straight in the eye as his body pushed against mine and then he took both hands, put them on each side of my head, moved his head forward and placed his lips directly on mine. I began to struggle to get loose but I had no room to move. His lips burned against mine as he continued to kiss me passionately. I had never been kissed before, and the sensation was, well all I can say is... unbelievable. With his lips still pressed tightly against mine, Joe took his hands and moved them to my shoulders, placed them under my blouse and began to push. I was limp and it really didn't take much effort for him to push it over my shoulder and down my arms till it fell in a pile onto the floor. I wanted to resist, honest I did, but I just couldn't. I can't tell you why, but I couldn't. Then Joe placed his hands on my back and began to pull me closer to him, still kissing me. My mind was racing, by head was spinning, and my legs were so weak I didn't even know they were still attached to my hips. As Joe continued to kiss me he began to run his tongue over my slightly parted lips, I opened my mouth slight- ly and he inserted his tongue inside, moving it in and out gently. I heard myself begin to make little moaning noises, I didn't know where they were coming from but they were there. I was so enthralled with Joe's lips on mine that I hardly noticed this fingers fumbling at the snap on my white lacy bra until I felt it unsnap and come apart. "Mmmmm," I tried to protest but I couldn't speak, I tried to move my arms but Joe had them securely pinned against my side with his own arms as they were around my back. I tried to kick myself free but he had one leg between my legs and I only kicked at air. Finally he took his mouth off of mine. "Joe stop!" I screamed. "Stop right now! I'm going to tell my Mom." Joe looked me straight in the eyes and with a very stern look on his face he said, "Susan, shut up and relax, I'm not going to tell you twice." I was stunned. I didn't know if I should fear him or respect him. His voice was so commanding yet, so gentle and reassuring. "Did you understand me Susan?" Joe repeated. Stunned, I just looked at him and nodded my head. "Remember Susan, I won't tell you twice." With that Joe moved backward one step and as he did he pulled my bra away from my body and dropped it to the floor. There I stood, for the first time ever in my life, bare-chested in front of another human being. "Your breasts are very beautiful Susan," Joe said in a very matter of fact tone of voice. Well I knew they weren't the biggest in the world but being the size of two oranges obviously didn't seem to make a difference to Joe as he stood there and ogled them. Chapter 3 --------- My eyes were half closed, mostly out of embarrassment, and my head was turned downward. "Look up here at me Susan," Joe said. As I did, he was smiling. "Your breasts are beautiful Susan, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." I wondered how he knew what I was thinking. Then he reached out his hand and with his forefinger and thumb he placed them on my little nipple and slightly squeezed. I thought I had been sitting in the electric chair as a charge went racing through my body from my breast to my feet and back to my brain in a millisecond. "Oh gawd!", I cried out; my eyes closed and my head flung backwards and my knees buckled. Joe steadied me with his left arm as he continued to squeeze my nipple. Then he took his hand and encompass- ed my breast and gently squeezed it. "Open your eyes and look at me Susan," Joe commanded. I opened my eyes and Joe was staring lovingly into them. "Do you like that Susan," Joe asked? No words would come out of my mouth. I was speechless. "Just shake your head Susan, yes or no?" I closed my eyes again and opened them and then nodded my head ... yes. A big smile came over Joe's face as he said, "Good." I wasn't ready for what came next, (as though I had been ready for anything up to this point). Joe leaned his head over and placed his warm lips directly around my nipple and he started to suck. "Oh god!" I heard myself moan. "Oh gawd!" As Joe sucked on one breast his free hand was rolling my other nipple between thumb and forefinger. I wish I could describe the sensation that was happening, but no words that I can think of would describe it. Then without any warning Joe pulled away, took me by the elbows and led me over to a kitchen chair where he sat me down. He just stood in front of me as I looked up into his face. "You're a beautiful young woman Susan. Very beautiful." His words just made me melt as I sat there with my breasts bare to the world. Then he took two fingers on his right hand, put them in his mouth where he wet them, pulled them out and reached over and grasped my nipples with them. Hot waves shot through my body as he rolled the nipples between his fingers. I just continued to look him in the eyes as he continued. Then unconsciously I took my hands and placed them on his hands as he continued. Joe smiled. Then without any hesitation, Joe took his right hand and lifted it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he placed two fingers inside and told me to suck them and get them wet. I did. Then he pulled them out and placed them on my nipples again. It was a different kind of sensation knowing it was my saliva that was making my nipple feel this way. I continued to look into his face as he removed his right hand from my breast and moved it directly to his zipper and with one clean motion he unzipped his pants, placed his hand inside and pulled out his penis. My eyes about bugged out of my head. I had never seen a man's penis before. I had seen a 5 year-old's who I baby-sat for but he was only about 3 inches long. This on the other hand was huge. I sat there mesmerized by it and Joe just looked down at me smiling while he held it with his right hand. Oh gawd I thought, what does this mean. Joe took a step toward me with that big thing in his hand and as he got closer he aimed it at my breast, then he took it and rubbed the end of my nipple. My jaw almost fell to the floor as I felt a drop of warm liquid ooze out from the end of his penis and smear against my skin. I looked down at the drop of liquid as it glistened on the end of my nipple, Joe continued to rub his penis over by breast and I thought I would die. Then he moved his penis to the other breast and repeated the indiscretion. As I watched in awe I couldn't figure out what was happening. Then Joe moved again and with penis in hand, he directed to the middle of my breasts and then up toward my face. There he stood with that enormous pole pointing directly at my mouth. Oh gawd I thought, now what? "Stick out your tongue Susan," he quietly said. "What?" I exclaimed. "Stick out your tongue Susan, NOW!" Slowly, I stuck my tongue out. Joe took his penis and gently rubbed it against my it. I could taste the warm salty liquid that was on the end of it as I just sat there looking up at him. He continued to rub his big thing over the end of my tongue and I felt a strange twinge in my lower belly. "Susan?" Joe said. "What?" I answered. "Have you ever see a man and woman make love?" "No!" I responded in a shocked voice. "Well tonight about midnight, I will be bringing your Mom home from our date, I want you to hide yourself at the top of the stairs and watch your mother and me. Do you understand me?" "I don't know if I can Joe." "You can Susan, and you will." Just then the lights flashed into the driveway, I knew it was Mom. I jumped up, grabbed my blouse and bra and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I threw my housecoat on and jumped on the bed with a book. I heard Mom and Joe downstairs talking and then Mom came upstairs to change. On her way back down stairs she stopped by my room and knocked. "Susan, you in there?" "Yeah Mom, come in." She came over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. "I hope Joe wasn't too much of a pain while he was waiting for me?" "No Mom, it was OK, I've just been studying." I had never lied to my mother before now, and to this day I can't figure out what compelled me to do so then. She kissed me again and told me not to wait up, that they would be late. Chapter 4 --------- All night I debated whether I should do what Joe asked. I was so confused over what happened earlier that my mind was racing. I looked at the clock, it said 10:30, later it was 11:00, oh gawd, what was I going to do, I looked again it was 11:45! I turned my light off, I was going to try to sleep, that was all there was to it. I heard the front door open and then close, then I heard voices, I looked at the clock. It was 12:05. I wasn't going to get out of bed. I wasn't, honest. But I couldn't help myself. I slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the top of the steps and sat down. From where I was sitting I could see through the banisters and down into the living room. There on the sofa was Mom and Joe. They were talking and laughing as they sipped on a glass of wine. Then Joe looked up quickly and caught a glimpse of me at the top of the stairs. Then he got up and went over to the stereo and put on a tape. It was one of those soft tapes by Whitney Houston. She was singing some slow song about love. Joe walked over to the sofa, put out his hand to Mom and she responded by putting her hand in his. He pulled her from the couch and they began to dance. Joe made sure that Mom's back was to me and that he could look up and see me. Then while they were dancing he lowered his hands from Mom's back down to her butt. He began rubbing it with both hands. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, as I moved my hand to my cheek I felt how hot it was. Then Joe began to gather Mom's dress in his hands and slowly pulled it up toward her waist as they continued to dance. Mom had her head on Joe's shoulder and didn't seem to mind what he was doing. I watched as the dress was slowly gathered up exposing her beautiful shapely legs. They were tanned and bare. No reason to wear stockings in this weather. Then the dress was finally at Mom's butt as he continued to pull it up to and then over it and around her waist. Then Joe moved one hand down to Mom's butt and began to caress it softly. Mom just didn't seem to mind this, I couldn't understand why she didn't stop him. Then I was shocked to see him take his hand and slide it under the waist band of her pink silk panties. I wanted to leave, I didn't want to watch anymore, but I couldn't get up enough strength to leave. I continued to watch. Joe was now rubbing Mom's butt furiously up and down, back and forth. Then he moved his hand lower and Mom opened her legs a little wider as he rubbed real low and seemed to put his hand between her legs from behind. Mom's legs seemed to get weak at this point and Joe held her up. Then he moved his hand back up to her waist band and put his thumb into it and began to push them down. The panties slid over Mom's butt and down to the top of her legs. I had never seen my mother's behind before, but I had to admit, it was beautiful. Shapely and round. She must have been a stunning beauty contestant. Joe then continued his caressing her as he helped her wiggle out of the panties. It was then that I saw Mom move her hands from behind Joe's back to his front. I couldn't make out what she was doing until she fell to her knees, and then I saw that huge monster again. What was she doing? I wondered. Mom took both hands and put them around Joe's huge pole and began to stroke it back and forth then. Oh my gawd! Then she moved her face toward it and took it into her mouth. This must have done something to Joe, because his head went back and he moaned loudly. Mom continued to suck on him for two or three minutes, Joe was really enjoying it ... but so was Mom. Then she took his pants by the waist band and pulled them off his hips and down his legs until they formed a heap on the floor. Joe stepped out of them as Mom continued to suck on him, bobbing her head back and forth. I could see everything. Joe made sure that I could by the angle he had maneuvered himself and Mom to. Finally Mom moved her mouth off of Joe and looked up at him. When she did, he bent his knees and sat down on the floor, he leaned back with his big thing stick- ing straight up into the air all wet from my mother's saliva. Gawd it was huge and shiny. What I saw next I couldn't believe. Mom pulled her dress up over her waist and over her head and threw it aside. She was stark naked. Then she climbed up onto Joe's lap, straddled him and begin to make his big pole rub against her vagina. She was moving back and forth and it was rubbing against her all the time. Then she reached back, and took hold of Joe's penis and directed it to the opening in her vagina. I thought I would faint as she moved backward and the big thing entered her. She kept moving backward over it until it totally disappeared into her. I heard Mom and Joe both moan when it was all the way in. Then Mom started moving up and down on him as she leaned over Joe and started to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her back and then slid them down to her behind and began to pull her up and down harder onto him. After a few minutes of this I heard them both let out a cry, almost simultaneously; Mom started going faster. Then they stopped and Mom collapsed on top of Joe. Mom laid there on top of Joe for 10 minutes more then finally got up off Joe and then Joe stood up. They started to get dressed when Joe looked my way and saw me again. He knew I had seen everything. I jumped up and ran to my room. I closed the door quietly, jumped into bed and pulled the covers over my head. Chapter 5 --------- "May I get you something to drink?" the polite flight attendant asked as I awoke from my daydream. "Yes thank you, I'll have a Coke." Three days had passed since that evening. So that's what "making love" is like for adults I thought to myself. Friday night had been uneventful as Mom and Joe gone to the movies and were home before I went to bed. I kissed them both goodnight (not looking Joe in the eyes of course) and went to bed. I fell asleep immediately. Mom had told me that we were all going to Joe's cabin at the lake that Saturday and we'd spend the weekend there. Joe had a RV and would pick us up in the morning about eleven. About eight that morning I heard the phone ring. Mom seemed a little agitated by the caller and slammed down the phone. Then I heard her talking to someone else and then she hung up. I got up, went to the bathroom and took a shower, I was really looking forward to this weekend. I was very curious to know what Joe had in mind. Mom met me in the hallway. She really look agitated and was dressed in her work closes. "Mom? Why are you dressed like that?" I asked. "Honey, I'm so upset. I was called into work for at the last minute. I tried to get out of it but I couldn't. Now listen, the weekend isn't ruined. I called Joe and he said he would still pick you up and that I could meet you both there this evening. That way we can still have part of the weekend, and you'll still be able to enjoy Saturday in the mountains. "Mom!" I lamented. "I don't want to go without you. Can't I wait?" "No honey, it's OK, besides, you and Joe need to spend some time together to get to know each other a little better. Besides honey, I think Joe and I are going to get married at Christmas time." "Oh Mom, I'm so happy for you. That's great. Sure, I'll do what you ask." Since nothing had happened since that first time, I had no reason to believe anything else would happen again. I COULDN'T HAVE BEEN MORE WRONG. At eleven sharp, Joe pulled into the driveway area with his huge RV. He helped me load all the bags to the back. "How are you today Angel?" he asked. "I'm fine Joe, how about you?" "I'm, great. Did your Mom tell you the good news." "Well sort of," I said. "Well, we'll tell you everything this weekend." "Great!" I said excitedly. It took us about an hour to reach the lake where Joe's cabin was. God, it looked more like a full house than a cabin. "Put on some coffee," Joe asked as we were approaching the driveway. We'll need it after we take a swim. "We'll go into the cabin later. What do you think?" "Yeah OK, I'm up for a swim," I said. I put on the coffee and ran back to the bathroom to change from my shorts and midi-top to my green bikini. It was my favorite suit because I looked pretty cute in it. Joe and I headed to the lake and jumped in. The water felt great, especially considering it was close to 90 up there at the lake. We splashed and played and dunked each other for the best part of an hour. Then I jumped on Joe's back in an attempt to dunk him again, he was so strong it was virtually impossible to get him down in this position. He threw me off and then dunked me. He reached down into the water and pulled me out, I must have looked like a wet rat. He had me in his arms as he lifted me out of the water. He pulled me close to him as he leaned his head over and pressed his lips to mine. I just lay there like a limp piece of sea weed with my arms dangling to my side and my legs hanging over Joe's strong right arm. His kiss was warm and soft and he put his tongue in my mouth again. I pulled away from his lips and pleaded with him to stop. "Come on Joe, we shouldn't be doing this. Besides, you and Mom are getting married." "Well Susan, you have to understand, I'm not only marrying your Mom, but you as well." With that said he pulled me up again and kissed me hard this time almost making me lose my breath. With me in his arms Joe began to walk toward the shore still holding his kiss to my lips. As we reached the shore he let me down and put his arm around my back as we walked toward the RV. When we reached the RV Joe told me to go inside and change and we would have something to eat. I was shaking over what had just taken place as I groggily walked toward the bedroom and closed the sliding door behind me. I threw off my bikini, dried off and put on my blue silk panties. I reached for my bra when all of a sudden the sliding door opened. It was Joe, and he walked into the room. I tried to cover myself with my bra and arms as he walked toward me. "Well, well, what do we have here? A beautiful Susan, almost naked." "Joe please leave, please so I can get dressed." "No beautiful, I can't do that. You look too gorgeous. I just want to feast my eyes on you for a bit." He walked over and pulled my arms away from by breasts. Joe looked me in the eyes and said. "How did you like the little show I put on for you the other night in your Living room?" I blushed as he spoke those words. Somehow I thought he may have forgotten. "Well?" he insisted. "I don't know Joe," I replied. He just laughed. My breasts were sticking straight out because they were still cold from the lake water. Joe reached out and touched them and they got goose bumps all over them. "Susan?" Joe said. "Can you remember where we left off the other day in the kitchen?" I couldn't say a word. I was dumb struck. "Well?" he said. I just looked away. Then he put his hands in his swim trucks and pushed them down over his hips, past his thighs and let them drop to the floor. "Oh gawd Joe, no please let's stop right here. Please leave the room. Don't bother me until my Mom gets here." Joe was standing there naked with his big pole sticking straight out at me. Without a word he reached out and took my arms and pulled me toward the bed and laid me down. I began to cry I was so scared. He leaned over and kissed me on the eyes and licked my tears with his tongue. "Put your hands over your head Susan," he commanded. When I didn't respond he took my arms and pulled them over my head and held them together. "Now hold them like that," he said. He looked at my bare breasts; they were hard and sticking straight up. Just like his penis. Then he leaned over and took one of my whole breasts in his mouth and began to tease the nipple with his tongue. I got goose bumps all over my body with his mouth on me like that. He continued until I started to feel sensations run all through my body. I closed my eyes and heard little mewing moans coming from deep in my throat. I tried to move my hand from behind my head when he turned his eyes toward me and shot me a look. I kept them there. Then he moved to the other breast and began his assault on it. I didn't want this to continue, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. After he was finished he began moving down my chest to my stomach and started kissing it as well, slowly he moved downward. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see. Further and further down he moved. Then he stretched out real far and put his lips on my toes and began kissing them one at a time. Then he worked his way up my legs, inside and out with little kisses and tongue licks. Electricity was running through my body at a fevered pitch. My body, on its' own, started to move and wiggle around as he continued. I knew I couldn't do anything to stop him ... I wasn't sure I even wanted to. He reached my knees and began kissing them on top and then on the insides. He took his hands and moved them apart. Then he said, "Susan, pull your feet up under you." As I did this, it caused my knees to point straight up into the air. Then Joe put his hand on them and pulled them apart. He began to kiss from my knees downward all around my legs. As he got closer to my secret place, my body began to shudder from the sensations that I was feeling as a result of the kissing that was going on. Then without warning, Joe placed his mouth directly on my pussy, and through my panties he blew a mouthful of warm air. My little ass came up off that bed and I jerked like a person having a convulsion. "Oh gawd!" I moaned. "What are you doing?" When I lifted my butt off the bed Joe quickly moved his hand under it and pulled me harder against his mouth, he continued to blow warm air onto me and I thought I would faint any minute. My head was spinning. Then a feeling started going through me that I had never felt before (later I found out it was called an orgasm), anyhow it was incredible. My whole body jerked like crazy and I made sounds that I didn't know I was capable of making. When Joe realized it had subsided he then took his hands and moved them to the waist band of my panties and pushed them forward. "Lift up your ass Susan." I heard him say. I lifted and he pushed them off my hips and up over my legs over my knees and down the other side. "Kick them off Susan," he commanded. I did as he said. Then he pushed my knees wide apart and planted his mouth on my pussy again, only this time he didn't blow air onto it, he placed his tongue on it. As soon as he did, that feeling came over me again and he continued to lick up and down my pussy till it finally subsided. As he continued to lick there was a particular placed that drove me nuts when he touched it, he took advantage of that by licking it more and more. I could feel myself gushing juice out of my hole as he continued to slurp and suck and lick me. Then he moved his body up beside me as he stretched out long ways. I opened my eyes and there his big thing was, right in front of my face. My eyes about popped out of my head. "Take it in your hand Susan," he said quietly, confidently, "put it in your mouth. Just like your mother did the other night. "I can't Joe, I can't, I'll choke." "Do it Susan, do it now." I put my hands around it and moved my face toward it. I approached the tip of it and stuck my tongue out and licked it. He shuddered. I did it again and he shuddered again. It made me feel good to know I could do that to him. Then I opened my mouth and put the head of his penis all the way in and closed my mouth over the end of it. Just then Joe inserted his hard tongue into my pussy hole. It made me nuts as I pushed my lips further over his penis. I could feel Joe's tongue deep inside me as he licked the inside of my canal. In and out he licked and pushed his tongue. "Oh gawd no, here it comes again!" And the feeling overwhelmed me again as his tongue pistoned in and out of me. By now I was bobbing my head on and off his penis, I put as much as I could in my mouth and then would slid it all the way out and then back in again. Joe's hips were jerking as I continued doing this to him. Joe continued his ritual on my pussy and gave me the best licking I have had, even to this day. Then Joe lifted his head and told me to look down at him. I looked, still with his penis in my mouth. "Susan," he said, "take your hands and put them on my ass and pull me toward you, I'm getting ready to cum and when I do I want you to keep my cock in your mouth, don't take it out, you hear?" I shook my head ...yes. "Susan, when I cum I'm going to shoot a lot of the same stuff you tasted the other evening in the kitchen. You must not let any of it be wasted, you must swallow hard and fast, you hear?" Yes... I shook my head in fear. I moved my hands to his butt and pulled. When I did that his hips began to jerk and he began to shoot warm creamy liquid into my mouth. I tried to swallow like he had told me to, but it was coming so fast I couldn't keep up. I was afraid to stop for fear I would choke so I kept sucking and swallowing as fast as I could. Joe was moaning -- now licking me harder and harder. I started to cum again as he kept shooting into my mouth. The harder it came the faster I swallowed. Finally we were both done and we collapsed together. Me with his cock still in my mouth, and him with his face still between my legs. Even though we were panting for air, we were not willing to change our positions. Chapter 6 --------- After a few minutes we were back to normal. He told me to suck on him again and I started sucking on him like a pacifier. Then I felt Joe take his finger and slide it into me again. I winced for a moment then I adjusted. He was moving it in and out slowly, he would push it all the way in and then pull it all the way out and repeat this over and over again. I could feel his penis starting to get hard again in my mouth as I sucked slowly and deliberately. Then I felt Joe take a second finger and try to put it into my hole. I tightened up because it hurt. "No Joe," I pleaded, "that hurts." "Susan," he hissed, "just relax, now, and it won't hurt for long." I tried the best I could to relax and when I did he shoved both fingers into me. I grunted because it hurt, but he wasn't about to stop. He pushed until both fingers were in me to the hilt. Then he moved them around inside me and pulled them out and then back in again. He did this over and over until they slid in and out of me easily. I was amazed at how I had adjusted. Doubtless to say by now Joe's cock was big and stiff again, I was bobbing my mouth on and off of it the way I had learned watching Mom the other night. And he loved it. Then Joe pulled it out of my mouth as he pulled his hips away and changed positions on the bed. My feet were still under me and my knees were splayed open wide. Joe crawled over me and got between my legs and laid his body over mine. He got up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. "Very good Susan, you're very good, I would say a "natural" actually." I didn't know what that meant. "Put your arms around my neck Susan and come up here and kiss me." I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him and planted my lips on his. When I was finished he asked how I liked the taste of my pussy. I giggled. I kissed him again hard and slid my tongue into his mouth. Then I pulled away and asked him how he liked the taste of his cum. He laughed. "Susan," he said with a serious tone to his voice. "Yes?" "I think it's time." "Time for what?" I replied. "Time for me to fuck you." "No Joe, oh gawd no, I can't get pregnant. Please don't do that to me!" "Don't worry Susan, I'm fixed." "Fixed?" "Yes, I had a vasectomy years ago." "But Joe, you're so big, you'll kill me. Please don't!" Joe looked down at me and said. "Susan, read my lips. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you now." He moved his hips forward and I felt his big cock brush against my opening. Then he moved his hand down between us and took his cock and rubbed it against me, up and down and especially in that sensitive spot. "Oh!" I moaned, as his big stiff penis caressed my soft pussy. "Relax Susan," he commanded. I did the best I could to relax and when I did he positioned the head of his big thing directly at my slit and moved his hips forward. I winced as the big head pierced my tight hole. "Relax Susan," he growled. "Relax." He pushed the head all the way in. As I relaxed, I realized it went in easier, so I tried harder. Then Joe looked me in the face again and said. "How does it feel now honey?" "It hurts," I said. "Susan?" "Yes?" "Before I'm done, you are going to be begging me to fuck you with all the cock I have. Do you believe that Susan?" It did something to me when he talked to me that way, it made me feel like a grown up woman, but I didn't respond. He took his hand out from between us and then told me to wrap my legs around his waist. I pulled my legs out from under me and wrapped them around him. "Now hold on tight," he commanded as he took both hands and placed them under my behind. Then he gave a push and I could feel his cock to the hilt inside me. He had his head beside mine and was whispering in my ear as he pulled in and out of me. He told me how good it felt and how beautiful I was and how he loved me. "Joe," I said. "Yes Susan?" "How big are you?" "Seven inches." Then he whispered in my ear, "That's right Susan, seven inches, and then he pushed again and said, now you have five inside you." I grunted, "ughh," as he pushed his hard meat into me. I had thought that he was all the way in. He lay still for a moment until I adjusted, and I did adjust. Then slowly and methodically Joe began to move his hips back and forth pulling his cock all the way out and then pushing all five inches in again. As he would push he would pull my behind up to him. After three or four times of this I began to feel the rhythm and started moving myself in unison. "Nice,: Joe commented, "real nice. Move that little pussy up here for me. I love fucking your sweet little pussy. Do you like it too Susan?" I didn't respond and he asked me again. "Do you like it too Susan?" This time when he asked it he pulled his stiff penis almost all the way out. I moved my butt up but he didn't come back in. "I asked you a question Susan, do you like it?" I wiggled around under him but he wouldn't come back in. I was getting antsy now, I had the feeling of him in me and I wanted it some more. It was beginning to feel wonderful. I had to admit it. "Tell me Susan," he said, "and I'll give it to you some more." Then I shocked even myself, I said, "Yes Joe, I like it, please give it to me." He not only pushed in the five inches but he pushed another two as well. "Oh Joe..." I moaned. "Oh Joe..." He continued to push in and out of me as I moved to meet him every time he pulled out and then came back in to me. I was stuffed with him, but it was the most incredible feeling I had ever had. Joe slowly pulled his cock out of me and slowly pushed it back in, I was breathing hard by now and knew that another climax was not far behind. "I'm going to really make you cum this time Susan, I'm going to make you go crazy with this cum. Ok?" "Ok." I whispered. Then Joe pulled out of me again, I just knew that this was it, when he came back in I was ready to explode. But to my dismay he didn't. He just held his position at the opening of my hole. "Joe please don't stop!" "Tell me what you want Susan darling." "Joe you know." "No Susan, tell me what you really want." "I really want you Joe. Please, don't make me wait." "Tell me Susan what you want me to do to you." "I want you to make love to me. Please!" "No Susan that's not what I want to hear. I'll tell you what Susan, you keep trying and when you get close I'll put a little at a time in. If you hit it on the head I give it all to you. OK?" I was confused, I didn't know what he wanted me to say, but I knew I needed him. Bad. "I want your penis Joe." With that Joe pushed just the head of it in. "Joe," I wiggled, "come on!" "Not yet angel." "Joe please do me." Joe pushed just a little more in me. "Joe come on, stop it!" "Tell me Susan." "Tell you what Joe?" Remember what I told you that you would beg me to do before I was done with you? "No Joe, that's where I draw the line. I won't say those words. Joe pulled back out of me. "No Joe, no, please don't." "Tell me Susan. Tell me now." Then I barley whispered. "Oh Joe fuck me." Joe pushed two inches in to me. "Tell me angel he taunted me." "Joe please." "Tell me Susan." I couldn't stand it anymore, my pussy was dying, it was throbbing so bad I couldn't stand it. "Oh Joe, fuck me," I said. "Not yet angel, tell me ... again and again, tell me loudly. That was it, he broke me, what choice did I have. "Oh Joe fuck me, fuck me Joe, fuck my brains out Joe, screw me like a teenage whore Joe, FUCK ME PLEEEZZE!" He pushed hard and all seven inches found it's way back in. He pulled out and then pushed again. I started to cum, he knew it and stopped. "Oh gawd Joe, fuck me fuck me please, fuck me, oh gawd please fuck me Joe, JUST FUCK ME!" Joe lunged forward and I thought his cock would come out my mouth. I started to cum. "OH GAWD!" I screamed, FUCK ME JOE, FUCK ME!" And he did, did he ever, he drilled me through four climaxes and finally he started to scream and cum as well, I could feel his hot cum blasting my insides and it made me crazy. I came again as I felt his love juice squirt hard and hot inside my uterus. Joe was holding hard onto my ass as I squirmed and bucked through my last climax. We both collapsed as he planted his lips on mine and gave me a tremendous kiss. We were panting like dogs in passion. My head was spinning, my heart was pound- ing. Oh my God I thought ... I'm in love!!! And so I was... To be Continued.................................................... YOUR FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

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[-----------------------------------------------------------------] [ The following is a fantasy, and only a fantasy, meant to appeal ] [ to those who embrace the idea that a middle aged man can find ] [ true love with a young teen girl. No children were involved in, ] [ or harmed, in the writing of this story. Children are special ] [ and should be cherished, and listened to. By the way, this is ] [ mostly a romantic tale, actually short on sex, and lengthy. If ] [ you're looking for a quick fix, please go elsewhere. If you ] [ like my story, please check out my entire library of stories ] [ at: http://www.asstr.org/~dude/ ] [-----------------------------------------------------------------] Full Service Girl Saturday January 19, 2007 Thomas Haden picked up the last invoice in his inbox, sighed, and looked at the order number in the right upper corner of the sheet. He punched the ten digit number into his computer. The computer form of the invoice came up on the computer. He looked it over and made three corrections. He then saved the invoice to a file in his My Documents area. He then pulled up his email box, prepared an email, and copied twenty invoices to the email. He then sent the email, saving a copy in his hard drive. He prepared another email, then reminded his boss and staff that he would be on vacation for the next two weeks. He sent the email, then shut down. He looked up from his computer. It was midday on Saturday, and he was the only one in the office. He stood up, went to the bathroom, emptied his bladder, then exited the building, locking up after himself. He then dialed the alarm service to let them know that he was leaving and to put the building on full alarm. Getting in his car, he was pleased to hear one of his favorite ELO songs on the radio, He cranked the radio and started the drive home. When he got home he did a load in the washing machine and dryer, then packed a suitcase. He cranked up his home computer and checked his personal email then cruised his favorite bulletin boards. There was only one half interesting entry, to which he didn't reply. He clicked off of the internet, cleaned his memory, then he pulled up his favorite Sandra model images. He cruised the images, feeling more like Sandra, than Chelda or Skye today. One image jumped out at him. "Oh yeah" he thought stroking his meat, "why can't there be strip joints for girls like Sandra?" He imagined her bumping and grinding onstage, then approaching him with her tiny chest as he tipped her. "Come back for a personal dance?" he asks. Sandra nods her head. Minutes later, she's grinding her naked body against his before she sinks to her knees and takes his dick out. She grinds against him, getting the tip of his dick in her tiny pussy. Sandra grips the back of his neck with her right hand and grinds her hips into his. He's able to get half his member in her. Both Sandra and Thomas are getting sweaty and breathing hard. Suddenly he shoots his cum into her. Sandra hugs him as his pulses slow and he hears her raspy breathing next to his ear. He tips her a hundred dollar bill. She smiles and dismounts, being kind enough to zip him back up again. Then she walks off to the dressing room, her little ass wiggling as fluids between her thighs shine in the half light of the club. Thomas shot his wad into a napkin, spilling some on his abdomen. He cleaned up, then shut down his computer. He went into the kitchen and cooked himself an Italian dinner before returning in front of his TV to watch one of his favorite movies. As "Force Ten from Navarone" started he dug into the lasagna casserole he made. ____________________________________________________________________________ Sunday January 20, 2007 A nasty blue norther was blowing in as Thomas packed his car. He was pleased to hear one of his favorite church services on an am radio station. He cranked it up as the choir was in rare form today, spilling out some get down gospel, causing their congregation to clap in unison to the beat. The preacher was even extraordinarily upbeat form, keeping his sermon short and funny. The choir got extra time after his sermon, burning it down with more gospel. The service must have affected the person working at the station, who filled the next half hour with some powerful christian music, including Shout to the Lord and I'm a Friend of Jesus. Thomas sang along to the music and felt cathartically better. He was deeply in need of this kind of relief. Work had been a total bitch lately with an unbelievable workload. He would've gone to church today, but he needed to put miles between his home/work and a rest place somewhere out in the country. He had a map and was headed in a general direction, but he didn't, as of yet, have a destination in mind. Four hours later, he found the destination. Forty years ago, Linwood had been a very busy place. Then a major railroad terminal and transportation crossroads, a number of local industries supported the passenger and freight service. After Congress killed the passenger rail, the bottling plant, ice plant, and a number of restaurants and hotels closed. Business shrank to one tenth of what it had been in the town. Population of the town dwindled by sixty percent in less than a decade, the hangers on being retirees, those too stupid to get out, and those with a financial status that allowed them to stay in the aged, but scenic area. The deserted main street, populated by aged brick buildings caught Thomas' fancy. Many of the buildings were shuttered, but there was something about the 1930's construction that exercised his imagination. He easily imagined a bustling street with large bulky 1940's Fords, Buicks, Desotos, and Lincolns parked along the curb while people in the dress of the time went about their daily business. He pulled off the main drag and found an open restaurant. It was a no frills building with a dirt parking lot, a green cinder block wall and brick facade front. He went inside and saw the eight items on the menu written on cardboard behind the counter. Thomas ordered the Hamburger Deluxe, which meant a basket of chips came with the burger. He wolfed down the burger and chips, chasing it with a pepsi before asking the cook/waiter for a hotel. He was told to pick between one two blocks away, and one next to the highway. Thomas drove two blocks over and found a large old two story stucco exterior building. The only clue that this was a hotel was a faded green block of paint on the front that read "Hotel". Thomas parked his car and made his way to the spacious front porch. He took it in for a few seconds before pulling open the heavy wooden door. He opened the door to a hotel lobby forgotten by time. A large staircase was to his right. A row of chairs, at least fifty years old, lined the back wall. A giant sized map of the United States was placed above the chairs. Two wooden doors, he supposed were rooms, were to his left. Under the staircase was a door marked "Manager". He went up to the door and rang a buzzer. From inside the room he could hear rustling sounds. A moment later, a white haired man in his seventies appeared. "Do you have a room?" Thomas asked. The old man seemed stunned, recovering seconds later, "Yes, yes, I have rooms" he answered. "How much?" "Thirty eight for the night, or two hundred for the week." "Do you take plastic?" Thomas asked. The old man frowned. Thomas was prepared for that. He pulled out his checkbook. "Who do I make it out to?" "City Hotel" the old man replied. Thomas wrote the check and was directed to a room upstairs. Thomas went upstairs to the room and was greeted to the cold that not only was outside and the lobby, but upstairs as well. The old man told him he would turn on heat to the room and a moment later he could hear the rush of steam and banging noises that told him the early twentieth century heating system was working. Thomas unpacked, placing his clothes in a very worn dresser. As he did this he felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He didn't recognize the number and he decided he didn't want any interruptions. He turned the cellphone off and placed it in the dresser.Finally, he took out a book from his favorite author and sat down to read. ____________________________________________________________________________ Monday, January 21, 2007 Taking a shower in the morning was more of a daunting task than Thomas ever anticipated. His room had a private bathroom, one with an original claw foot cast iron tub. The shower mechanism was simply a stainless steel pipe that arose from the water faucet and curved-there was no showerhead. Thomas had to play with the faucet to get that happy medium somewhere between scalding hot and bone chilling cold. Unlike modern hotels, this one didn't have complimentary shampoo and soap. Thomas was glad he had paid attention to his gut instinct and brought his own. After the shower, he dressed and went to the same restaurant he had eaten in the night before. They had a generous breakfast for a very moderate price. After breakfast, he returned to his hotel room, but reading the book in the quiet room had a deafening silence. He took the book and went downstairs to the lobby to read. About a half hour into reading the book, the old man came out. A conversation and the old man told the story of the building they were in, how he had inherited it from his father, and kept it up as it just barely paid for itself and was better than a boring retirement ( he was retired from the railroad). After a little prodding he found that the old man wasn't just single, but happily so, almost seeming unable to date women because of a social inadequacy. It was as this conversation was ending that she walked in. She looked to be between thirteen and fourteen. She had a cherubic face with porcelain colored skin, almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and plump full lips. Her face was framed by thick black hair cut into a mop top haircut. She was inappropiately dressed for the weather, her jacket on, but open, her tube top tightly wrapped around half orange sized and shaped breasts, and a pair of daisy dukes that hugged her hips and topped her long bare legs. She was carrying a small black tote bag. "Hi" she said as she approached him. Thomas noticed the old man got up and went into his office, closing and locking the door. "Hello" Thomas replied as the girl sat and he wondered what he was getting into. "I'm Thomas" he added, wondering where the conversation would go. "I'm Linda" the girl said, extending a hand. Thomas noticed how cold her hand was. "Are you cold?" he asked. "It doesn't bother me" she answered as she noticed his book. "I like the guy you're reading" she said, adding, "I really like his book about the missing train. I think it captures late 1970's Canadian politics very well. That's why my teacher recommended it. I got an A on that paper." "Have you read his other books?" "Not completely. I am fascinated by his obsession with pre Columbian contact. I think he's on to something. I referenced his theory on that in a science paper and got marked down for that. It's the only B I got that year." "The only B?" "I study hard. I want to get a scholarship to a major university." "What do you want to study?" "Law, I want to be a lawyer. I will be, someday." she paused a second, "Are you in town for the day, or are you staying longer?" "I haven't decided", Thomas answered, wondering if he was being trapped. After a pregnant pause, he asked:"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" "It's M.L.K. day." "Oh" "What room are you in?" she asked. "202" he warily answered, "Why?" "I'm the hotel maid, but I'm also a full service girl" she answered as she ran her finger along the top of her tube top, revealing the first half inch of flesh. "What kind of service do you offer?" "Modeling, massage, there are other things on the menu." Thomas's head was reeling. It took a moment for him to recover. "I want to believe you, but...tell you what, hand me your bag." "What for?" "You need me to trust you. I want to trust you. I need to know you're not wearing a wire." She handed him the bag with a look of disgust. Thomas fished through the bag, finding nothing electronic except her cellphone-which was off. He put the bag down on a chair, then told her to stand up. He stood and carefully checked her jacket. Satisfied that she wasn't recording their conversation, and with condoms, a negligee, and baby oil in her bag that proved her case, he handed her the bag and directed her to come upstairs to his room. Once in the privacy of his room he asked her again what services she offered. Most of the services she offered came in around two hundred dollars, but one caught his attention. "What's a full service massage?" he asked. "You're naked, I'm naked. I really think you'll like it." "Let's go with that." "O.k., undress and lie face down." After he had paid her Linda watched him and slipped her shorts down revealing she had no underwear and a hairless pussy. Her tube top came off next landing next to her shorts and sneakers.Meanwhile, Thomas also disrobed. When he was nude, Linda had him lay face down. Linda then straddled him and began an expert massage, starting at his scalp and working slowly and carefully down to his feet. Thomas actually had to fight off drowsiness from the relaxing effects of the massage. Linda then whispered to him to turn over. When Thomas turned over, she straddled his abdomen. She started at the top of his scalp, but as she massaged his face, she scooted her hips down and her groin came into contact with his. She could feel his dick grow from semi erectness to full hardness. She scooted back up and lowered her breasts into his face. She lowered first one, then other nipple to his lips. Thomas licked and suckled on the large pink puffy nipples. Linda then raised up, positioning herself directly over his groin. She used the moisture from her gash as lubrication. She began sliding back and forth on his dick. He reached up, placing his hands on her very firm breasts. She leaned against his hands and increased her grinding-she was enjoying this as much as he was. He began thrusting his hips up. "I need to put my dick in you" he gasped. "You have to put a condom on, o.k.?" He nodded. She dismounted from him and retrieved a condom from her bag. She took the condom out and unrolled it on him. She then mounted him again, and lowered herself onto him. It was a tight fit and he could only get about three quarters of his dick into her. She then began slowly humping him. She established a rhythym, then the humping grew faster. Thomas was unsatisfied, so he rotated her, placing her under him while he stayed in her. She smiled, nervously accepting what he was doing. It took him a few minutes to get the position and rhythym he wanted, then he began pumping her vigorously. The iron bed was slapping against the wall, probably letting the manager know what was going on upstairs, but Thomas was past caring. He felt his cum rising and he shot his load into the condom. He collapsed on top of her, taking several minutes to catch his breath. When his breath resumed at a normal pace, he rolled off of her. "Thank you, that was great" he told her. "You're welcome" she said as she got up and started fishing for her clothes. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Aren't you done?" she asked. "Actually, no, um, can you stay?" "You want me to stay?" "Yeah." "How long?" "The rest of the day, and, um, can you swing the night too?" "You want me to stay the night?" "You're good company, and you're good in bed. Besides, I'm the kind of guy who feels that anything under two hours is a rip off.I'd like to make love to you, not just hit it, then we're done." She sat on the edge of the bed. "No one's ever asked me to stay the night." "How long have you been doing this?" She opened her mouth to answer, then decided to change the topic, "So, how much.." she paused, thinking out loud. "Look, I paid you two hundred, how about five hundred for the night?" "For what?" she asked with a wariness in her eyes. "Conversation, and regular sex." "In advance, o.k.?" "I'd have to go to an ATM, do you know where the nearest one is?" She thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I'll trust you for a bit. We can do it, then after, we'll go to the ATM. By the way, you have to buy me dinner too, a nice dinner, o.k.?" "Done." Linda slid up next to Thomas. "So, how do you want to do this?" He answered her by kissing her, drinking in the luciousness of her lips. After seeing Pretty Woman, Linda thought it wise to follow the rule about no kissing on the lips, but her customer had caught her by surprise. She returned the kisses, feeling his hands gently gripping her head. This was new to her. She had made out with a boy once, but he only touched her around the ribs, this was better. Soon, he moved to kissing her around the neck, then he slowly moved down her body, pausing for a while at her breasts, where he suckled on one nipple while he massaged the other before he alternated. This was better than anything Linda had ever experienced. She had started offering full service six months earlier, several months after she starting working at the hotel. A guest, a man in his sixties, had offered her fifty bucks to clean his room in the nude. He seemed harmless enough, so she did. The next day, he offered the fifty again, but then wanted more. Because her vagina was so small, he couldn't get his aged semi hard dick in, but she had got him off with a handjob. He made a couple of more return trips to the hotel because of her. Because of the experiences from him, she started dressing very skimpily. Since the old man, she had given three blowjobs, one full service massage, and one quickie. The quickie was where she actually lost her virginity. He was only in his mid twenties and she had yelped and cried, experiencing pain and bleeding. Still, she was making an average of one hundred and fifty per experience and her bank account was beginning to look nice. College was going to be expensive, her dad would be little to no help, and the carefully looked after bank account was going to be her escape kit from this town, which she had come to loathe. This man had offered five hundred for the night, which brought her closer to her goal, and best yet, she was enjoying herself. As Thomas placed his mouth on her groin, Linda was on the verge of orgasm. Her breathing had sped up and she was feeling contractions in her abdomen. As his tongue circled her clit, she felt herself on the verge of exploding. Sensing her proximity to orgasm, he sucked on her clit. Linda felt herself explode. A light went off in her head, she screamed, and suddenly she had to get him off her clit as waves of pleasure were slamming into her body. She pushed his head off her clit, and she curled into the fetal position as her first orgasm caused her to spasm. As the waves subsided she laid back on her back. "What did you do to me?" she asked. "Haven't you had an orgasm before?" She shook her head with a smile. He placed his head back between her legs. She suddenly felt very tender between her legs. "Wait" she whispered, "it's very tender there, go easy." He took her warning and took his time licking her. He looked up to see her cupping her breasts. Here eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and fast. He stuck a finger in her, which caused her to yelp. He started finger fucking her while working her clit. Linda felt herself ready to explode. She raised her hips and started thrusting against his finger. Suddenly, her second orgasm hit. She screamed and pushed his hand and face away. While she recovered from her orgasm, he took a condom out from her bag. He wrapped his rascal, then climbed back on the bed where Linda saw what he was about to do, and adjusted her legs to accomdate him. He lined himself up and entered her. Linda gasped several times while he entered her, then began moaning while he began pumping. After a minute, she found his rhythym and began thrusting her hips to meet him. Thomas leaned in and started kissing her while he pumped her. Linda dug her hands into his shoulders as she experienced the most erotic moment of her life. Linda felt another orgasm building and as she began to explode she heard him grunt and felt his dick spasm in her. He collapsed on top of her. It took five minutes for the couple to recover from their love making. He rolled off of her and laid alongside her body. She draped one of her legs over his in a playful manner. "That was incredible" he said. "That was amazing!!" Linda added, "I've never done that before." "Never?" he asked. "Never", she confirmed, "usually guys just get off, and they're done. I mean you made my head go all a-a-a-a-a" she said gesturing with her hands and head to indicate a wild experience. "You liked that?" "Hell yeah." "I'll need a little time to recover." Linda rolled over and draped her body over his. She laid her head on his chest. Thomas ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back. Linda moaned softly. The couple relaxed and fell asleep. ____________________________________________________________________________ The ringing of Linda's cellphone awoke the couple from their nap. Linda lazily raised her head, then realized where she was and what was going on. "Oh shit" she said as she shot straight up. She scrambled to her bag and took the cellphone out. "Hi dad" she purred, answering the phone. Thomas looked over at Linda. She gestured with her eyes before saying, "Sorry dad, I was at Cheryl's. We were having fun and I lost track of time." Linda listened for a moment, then asked, "Dad, Cheryl wants to know if it's o.k. if I spend the night, can I?" She listened a moment, then added, "tomorrow is a parent conference day, the calendar is on the fridge", then she improvised:"It's alright with her parents, want to talk to her dad?" A moment later Linda handed the phone to Thomas. "Hello?" Thomas asked. Thomas heard a male voice asking if it was alright if Linda spent the night and if it was any trouble. "No, she's no trouble at all. We love having her over." The voice told him to bring her over in the morning. "Sure", Thomas agreed before handing the phone back to Linda. "Talk to you later Dad" Linda said before ending the call. "What did I just do?" Thomas asked. "Cheryl is a friend from school" Linda explained, "like me, she wants to get out of this burg. My dad is a nice guy, he loves me, but he's one of those artist types. We live month to month, that's why I'm a full service girl. I have a plan. I want out." Thomas stood up and hugged Linda. The gesture caught her by surprise. After a couple of seconds she hugged him back. "Hungry?" he asked. "A little." "What do you want to eat?" "Ummm" she answered, "this is a small town, people talk. There's another town ten miles over, they have several restaurants. Is that o.k.?" "Sure." Linda walked over to her clothes. "We'll need to stop at my place for a change of clothes." "Sure, fine." ____________________________________________________________________________ Tuesday January 22, 2007 "Hey" Thomas said. "Hey back." Thomas reached over and gently ran his hand through the hair of the naked fourteen year old girl waking up next to him. Linda moved her head so that her cheek was brushed by his hand. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. "Well, first, you have to take me home, but you want to do something interesting today?" "Yeah, what do you have in mind?" "I know a place. You'll need to pack a picnic lunch for us." "I think I can handle that." Thomas slid his hand to her hips and pulled her to him. Linda put a hand on his chest and pushed. "No, I'm sore, besides, I, we, need a shower" she giggled. "Alright" he said as they rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. ____________________________________________________________________________ Thomas dropped off Linda at home at nine, but picked her up again at ten. Linda directed him out of town and towards a mountain range. A little under an hour later, he parked near a campground. The couple got out, then began an ascent up a trail. For ninety minutes they climbed up the mountain, sometimes pausing to take in the view. Finally, they reached a lower summit of the mountain. The valley floor spread out beneath them for hundreds of miles. The view was nothing less than breathtaking. Linda told Thomas to sit, then, in a hushed voice said:"listen." Thomas was quiet for a moment hearing only the sound of the wind whistling through the pines before he whispered:"what for?" "What do you hear?" she asked. "Nothing." "Isn't that a wonderful sound?" Then after pausing a moment added: "Cheryl brought me here with her family once. I didn't want to leave. I enjoy the view, the sound, the peace, isn't it perfect?" "Yeah." Linda hugged him, then held him for a moment. Finally, the couple took out the picnic lunch and dined heartily. After lunch, they sat and just took in the view for a while more. Finally, they began the descent to the campground. It was mid afternoon when they got back to town. Linda was still a little sore, so instead of heading back to the hotel room for more sex, she directed him to drive aways out of town where a historic bridge crossed a river. She showed him where to park, then took him for a walk along the river. The scenery, like up in the mountains, was beautiful.It was a nice walk and the couple were in a very serene and happy mood when they got back in the car. It was early evening when they got back to town. The other hotel in town had a diner. Linda wasn't thinking of the pitfalls when she and Thomas went into the diner. After they were seated a balding middle aged man brought glasses of ice water to the table. He instantly locked eyes with Linda, glaring at her as he slammed the water into the table. Linda was returning the glare. The man quickly walked away without a word. Linda's resolve instantly melted, "let's get out of here" she said as she got up. Linda was in a full cry as they reached the front door. She was barely able to walk with her eyes full of tears, but was able to get in the car. As Thomas got in, she started punching the dashboard. "I hate this fucking town. I'm never going to get out out of this fucking town" she moaned before dissolving into tears again. Thomas pulled her to him. She bent over, laying her head in his lap. An idea began to form in his head as he put the car in gear and pulled out onto the highway. Several minutes later, Linda composed herself enough to say:"take me home." "I'd like to take you someplace better, if it's alright. I have an idea." "Alright" she whimpered. Two hours later, Thomas pulled into the parking lot of a major department store in his city. He took Linda in and found the women's department. They found an old woman and a young lady behind a cash register. "Can we help you?" the old lady challenged. Thomas handed her a credit card. "Make her look fabulous, I'll be back in an hour" he said, then leaning in he whispered "formal dinner". Thomas left the department store, quickly executing his plan. Most of what he needed was within walking distance of the store, the trick was to make sure that the places he needed to go to were open. When Thomas returned to the department store he found that Linda was now in a white gown. Her hair was curled and the makeup on her face was impeccable. Thomas was in a tuxedo and he was accompanied by a man carrying three boxes. "What do you think?" the young lady asked. "Very nice, but incomplete." The look on Linda's face went from a smile to a frown, but changed again to a happy anticipation when Thomas took the first box and opened it. He took out a large elaborate silver necklace, inlaid with sapphires, out of the box. Linda gasped and her smile returned. Thomas put the necklace on around her neck, then returned to the man with the boxes. He opened the second box and took out a large bouquet of roses. He handed the roses to Linda, then stepped back a second. "And now, for the piece de resistance' " he said as he opened the third box. He took out a beautiful tiara, which caused all three females to gasp. With the help of the young lady, he placed the tiara on her head. He stepped back, then said, "Yes, the picture is now complete." He turned to the old woman and said:"It's cold outside, she'll need an appropiate jacket." "I have something in her size" she said as she disppeared. The old woman returned a moment later with a fashionable jacket. A gleaming Linda looked absolutely radiant as the jacket went on. Thomas settled up his bill and took the credit card back. Thomas then led Linda from the store. As they went outside, Linda started to angle towards where Thomas had parked his car. "Where you going?" Thomas asked. Linda stopped and turned back to Thomas with a quizzical look. "Milady, your chariot awaits" he said as he gestured towards a limo parked near the store entrance. Linda's jaw dropped as Thomas stepped towards the limo and opened the door. Linda had only seen a limo on TV and she happily strode towards the opened door feeling like she was living a dream. Thomas opened the door to the limo. Linda started to pile in, then stopped, trying to find a sophisticated way to glide in. It took a couple of tries until she got an angle she was comfortable with. Finally inside, she slid over on one of the bench seats. Thomas slid in next to her. She cuddled up next to him, carefully cradling the roses. "What's next?" Linda asked. "Dinner fit for a Queen." "A Queen?" "You look positively radiant tonight, regal, rare, special." Linda gave Thomas a lingering smoldering kiss. "I'd make love to you here", she whispered, "but not in front of the driver." He cuddled her, "we'll be there in about two minutes" he told her in a subdued voice. Four minutes later the limo pulled up in front of a steakhouse. The building was unremarkable from the outside, but inside there was clearly a late 1800's motif going on. A hostess dressed as a saloon girl asked:"Can I help you?" "Haden, party of two" Thomas answered. The hostess lit up, "Right this way" she said, leading the couple to a spacious corner booth lit only with a trio of candles and some dim background lighting. Thomas slipped the hostess a twenty. She smiled and slinked away, motioning to a waiter. Within a minute, glasses of water, tea, and salads appeared on the table. "Come here often?" Linda laughed. "Actually, I found it by accident. When family members have visited, I've brought them here, but this is the first time I've brought someone here that wasn't family." "Are you sure?" "Positive. This place, for me, is only for special occasions." Linda blushed, then only had a chance to take a bite when a piano started up in the room. "I believe they're playing our song", Thomas said he stood up, extending a hand. Thomas led her to a small dance floor about twenty feet away. As Journey's "Faithfully" played on the piano, he twirled her around the floor. When the song ended, the couple returned to their booth. "It's the perfect night" Linda mused, "dinner, dancing, the perfect place." "Actually, if we would've went to a play first, it would've been perfect, but this was all last second." Linda placed a hand on his thigh. "I think someone's going to get lucky tonight." The couple were served Chateaubriand after they completed their salads. The couple savored their dinner, pausing a couple of times to dance. After dinner, the limo whisked the couple off to a high rise hotel. Check in went fast, with the Desk Clerk telling Thomas that the clothes they had worn to the store had been laundered and delivered to their room. The couple then went to the nineteenth floor and entered their room. Thomas led Linda to a curtain and had her stay still while he turned out the lights in the room. Thomas then opened the curtain. The lights of the city, looking like multi colored gems laid out on black velvet, spilled out before them. Thomas walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's beautiful" Linda whispered as she started to gently cry. "What's wrong?" he asked. She turned to face him. "This is the most perfect night of my life, perfect, but tomorrow I have to go back to that shit hole." "You don't have to go back, if you don't want." "What do you mean?" "We'll talk to your father. We'll convince him that it's in your best interests to stay in the city, with me." "You'd do that for me?" "For you my Queen, milady, absolutely." Linda gave Thomas a smoldering kiss, then led him to the bed where they made love deep into the night. ____________________________________________________________________________ The sun would come up the next day, shining light on a new life begun, a new reality for a pair of lovers, who would make the best of a new life. [-----------------------------------------------------------] [ I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you did, please ] [ consider dropping me a note using the feedback form at: ] [ http://www.asstr.org/~dude/ ] [ Support the First Amendment, and vote responsibly - or we ] [ can kiss the right to read and write such stories goodbye.] [*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*] [ The author does not condone child abuse. This story is ] [ meant as an erotic fantasy, not real life. Anyone acting ] [ out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to ] [ many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a ] [ fellow convict in their local prison. ] [*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*] [ This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2007. Please ] [ do not remove the author information or make any changes ] [ to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your ] [ consideration. ] [-----------------------------------------------------------]

The following is entirely a work of fiction. It was written purposely for the entertainment of adult readers. This type of fiction should never be read by minors. Readers of this type of fiction should never try to copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young teen female and a grown man. If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go away. This story is a long read, but has a very satisfying ending-it is well worth working to the end. Please stay with it. Synopsis: Thirty one year old Sasha Peters had it all. The thirty one year old former beauty queen had a cushy well paying corporate job and a family. One night, on a drunken whim, she succumbs to the whims of the company's lecherous CFO. Although it pays off in the short run, serious legal problems force Sasha into taking a job well below her means. When romantic issues come up with her new boss, Sasha's preteen daughter is drawn into the middle, and surprises start happening for everyone. MF, Mg, sed, cons, exh. rom. Sasha Peters felt terrible. In the past two weeks, her entire world had crumbled into nothing. As she drove a borrowed car (from her parents) into the foothills of the Allegany's, she resisted the urge to pull over and just cry. She was trying to be strong for her daughter Nia. The soon to be twelve year old had been somewhat stoic, but had realized that something had gone terribly wrong in their lives. Sasha remembered it all. It had started a year earlier. At an office party a year earlier, the company Chief Financial Officer had given her an indecent proposal. Because she had a few drinks in her, and that the man was good looking and well spoken, she took him up on the offer. A former beauty queen, Sasha had long had the urge to do a strip routine on a stage, but had put the urge away as financial success meant more to her than a harbored desire to disrobe on a stage for an audience. In the case of this desire, the audience would just be one man. The offer was ten thousand, in cash, for a two hour session. Sasha's husband was away on business, and Nia was being babysat overnight. This was going to be a onetime thing, and no one would be the wiser. The CFO had rented a special suite at an hourly hotel that had a special room for a small show. Room 103 at the Irish Inn had a small stage, stripper pole, extra chairs, special lights, a Jacuzzi, wet bar, and an oversize bed. Sasha took the stage in a light blue gown that she had attended the party with. She wiggled on the stage, danced around the pole, worked the dress off, then did pole work wearing just a thong. Sasha saw the CFO licking his lips and looking at her like a hungry man looks at a steak. It gave her a warm feeling inside. She felt a stirring in her loins. Hearing the applause from her audience, she walked off the stage and gave a very personal lap dance. She loved having the CFO caress her naked body with his hands. She ended up having sex with the CFO in the chair next to the stage, in the Jacuzzi, and on the bed. . After that night, Sasha returned to her normal life as a mother and executive assistant. Two weeks later, though, the CFO came around again. He asked for a return performance and told her he would bring a friend. At first, she resisted, but he not only dangled money in front of her, but offers of company funded trips and a promotion. She reluctantly went along with the offer, that night having sex with both men. The CFO was good on his word, kicking her upstairs, where she found herself as a promotions agent for the CEO, CFO, and three Vice Presidents. Soon, she was traveling across the country, and across the Atlantic. Doing the CFO twice a month, along with his friend Bernie, was providing Sasha more money than she had imagined, great travel, a company car, and great sex-which her husband had had little interest in recently. Sasha's husband, Phillip, had seemingly lost his libido two years earlier. Phillip's work schedule had taken a lot out of him. His boss was a stickler for details. Phillip was working twelve hours a day on weekdays, and eight to ten hours on Saturday. On Sunday, Phillip was going to church, sometimes taking Nia, and Phillip was also taking in the occasional bible study. Sasha felt isolated from him, and this isolation led to the indecent proposal and everything that came after. A month ago, Phillip received a transfer to a work site in Africa. It was sort of a God send to him. After a two year hitch overseas, he would be promoted, but he would also be away from the stickler that made his life miserable. Phillip knew that his wife and daughter wouldn't be able to follow him, that section of Africa was far too dangerous. He bid a fond farewell to both and got on the plane. Two weeks after he left, the F.B.I. came knocking on Sasha's door. The allegation was insider trading. It turned out that the CFO, the two V.P.'s, and Bernie were all involved in the trading. Because Sasha had benefitted greatly over the past year, the air of suspicion was thrown on her also. The feds took the company car and had frozen her bank accounts. Sasha lost her job as the company quickly cut ties with those involved in the scandal. Sasha lived on credit cards, but sooner or later, the bills come. Sasha went to her parent's house completely distraught. Sasha's parents made far less than her and were of little help, save to supply solace, temporary shelter, and the loan of a car. While at her parent's place, Sasha surfed the net, looking for work. She tried making calls to possible employers, but her ties to the scandal left her only with the possibility of working minimum wage at a Starbucks or McDonald's. This depressed Sasha to no end. The city depressed Sasha to no end, she needed a fresh start. It took several days of looking through Craigslist, but Sasha found something that would suit her and Nia. The offer was for a live in hotel maid, with free room and board, plus a stipend of fifty dollars a week-in cash. The FBI wouldn't be able to go after her pay, she would have a roof over her head, and food in their stomachs. She called the person who posted the ad. Emails were sent and pictures were exchanged. Sasha and Nia returned to their condo one last time, took what they could, piled it in the back of the 1969 Mercury, and drove way out into the country. It was mid afternoon when Sasha and Nia reached the outer limits of Blacksville. Neither female had seen anything like it. The buildings in town were either boarded up, half destroyed, or in a state of utter disrepair. It took a supreme effort for Sasha to continue on and not turn around. She followed the directions given her, going exactly 1.5 miles to the intersection with Highway six, turning left, and going 1.2 miles to the railway bridge. One hundred feet from the railway bridge, Sasha saw the large white building with the green roof. Slowing down, she looked for a place to park. There was a half driveway next to the building. She pulled into the half driveway and stopped. "What is this place mom ?" Nia asked. "I don't know baby." Both females then saw a stocky middle aged man coming out of the front door. He was wearing a a red long sleeve cotton shirt over a pair of blue jeans. He smiled and waved to the females as he walked towards their car. Tom Conlin was blown away by what he saw. The female he had hired over the net was far more beautiful than he had ever imagined. Looking like she was about five six with a majestic figure, she had caramel colored skin, dark hair just past her shoulders, and facial features that suggested that she was a mix of white and African-American. The 11 or 12 year old girl with her looked like a mini version of her mother. Dressed in a T shirt and jean shorts, the small bumps under her T shirt indicated that the girl was just into puberty. Tom cleared his head of impure thoughts and braced himself for what he had to do next. "Welcome to the City Hotel", Tom said, holding out his hand. "Hello" Sasha said with an uncertain tone. "I know what you're thinking, it looks like crap on the outside. It has to blend in with the rest of the buildings here. Just wait until you see the inside." Tom led the two females to the front door and opened the heavy wooden door. The sight before them made the females reel in awe. The lobby of the onetime hotel had a stone tile floor and the tile went halfway up the walls. The walls were painted midnight blue with paintings of sailing vessels and naval vessels hung on the walls. The ceiling was covered in pressed metal decorative plates, had several ceiling fans, and gleamed from recessed lighting. "It's majestic" Sasha said. "Why thank you", Tom responded, "it's fancier than the hotel's heyday, but it's my home. Wait until you see the rest." He then indicated a door off of the lobby. "This is your quarters" he said, showing them several rooms fancy enough to be in a three star hotel that included a living room, and two bedrooms. Going on, he took them back into the lobby and then into main hallway. The first door to the left was a fancy dining room next to a large kitchen that could easily serve eight to ten. Back into the hallway, across from the dining room was a small but fancy library with blue carpeting and mahogany bookcases. "And now for the piece de resistance", Tom said. Tom led the two females to the end of the hallway. Opening a door, he showed a large indoor swimming pool with half moon windows. Blue tile circled the pool, and like the lobby, went halfway up the wall. Nia whispered a "Wow" !! "This is nothing", Tom said, "check the water." Nia smiled at her mother and knelt down. Touching the water, she said "Coooooollll, it's really warm." "There's a natural gas well about a hundred yards behind the hotel", he explained, "as part of my agreement with the company, they run a line straight in. I can heat the pool for next to nothing." "Amazing", Sasha said. "The hotel has been in the family for over a hundred years", he went on, "a cousin left it to me, along with a trust account. I already owned the land behind the hotel. It was an orchard and I had to give up a dozen pear trees to put in the well, but there's still half a dozen pear trees, three apple trees, four cherry trees, and boysenberry bushes. The fruit isn't the best quality, but it's edible." Both females looked at Tom in amazement. He then went on to tell them about the history of Blackville. A nearby copper mine had closed in the early 1960's. In 1969, Congress took the passenger rail from Blackville. Those two economic blows had hit the town hard, forcing two thirds of the town to leave. The final blow came in 1995, when the railway merged and the repair yard was closed. In the years since, the town had dwindled to eleven residents, including Tom. He completed the spiel with "And in the past few years, I've kind of been sort of Mayor, Fire Chief, Police Chief, and Town Maintenance man, all rolled into one. That's why I need a maid. The building is kind of large, but I'm spending half of the day either making patrols or doing maintenace and upkeep on the town vehicles." "Town vehicles ?" Nia asked. "When the town dissolved ten years ago", he explained "I was left to take care of the dump truck, backhoe, water truck, garbage truck, grader, and fire trucks." "Are we safe here ?" Sasha asked. "Absolutely, we haven't had trouble here in years. Why don't I help you carry your stuff in, then, while you're settling in, I'll cook dinner." An hour later, the trio sat down for a dinner of Cornish Game Hens, stuffing, corn on the cob, scalloped potatoes, with chocolate cake for dessert. After dinner, Tom strapped on a gunbelt and carried a shotgun as he departed for evening patrol. The two females settled in while Tom made the hour long patrol of the remains of the town. The next morning, at breakfast, Tom announced that the three of them would have to make a trip to see a resident-Mrs. McGillacuddy.Nia was twenty miles from the nearest school, too far to travel five days a week, so Mrs. McGillacuddy would home school Nia three mornings a week. There was a lot of paperwork to do in preparation for this. The paperwork finished just before noon. Tom took the trio to a highway diner, ten miles away. After lunch, and back at the hotel, Nia was given permission to swim. She happily launched into the activity as Sasha began her maid duties. And so the days went as Sasha and Nia adapted to their new environs. Nia took to Mrs. McGillacuddy, but she also took to Tom. Tom became the present father figure that she had been lacking. He took her on an evening patrol, a garbage patrol (where he collected and dumped the town's garbage), but the highlight of the outings was a fire truck ride around the town. Because the 1938 fire truck didn't have seat belts and the doors were so old, he had her wear a fireman's helmet and bunker coat for protection. Nia was in sheer heaven. She even rang the bell mounted in front of the radiator. She went on all evening, describing the truck and the ride in great detail to her mother. Tom saw the light in her eyes, and he felt a stirring within his heart. She was just a girl, but he realized that he was very attracted to her. The pain of failed relationships with women had created a longing within him to find someone not so complicated. A girl would love unconditionally, unlike a woman- who puts conditions on things, and grants sexual favors in return for granted requests. A girl is light and Tom found himself wanting Nia to be his partner, in love, and in bed. Society had, decades ago, outlawed girl/man relationships. Men were supposed to not feel stirrings for girls. Seeing Nia's smile and her bouncing brown eyes, not filled with the contempt of women towards men made him want her more. Like many men, he would keep his desires to himself, but if the opportunity presented itself.... That weekend, on Sasha's day off, he took the two females on a nature hike in the mountains. Nia, again, was besides herself with joy. Sasha was filled with happiness, seeing her daughter so filled with joy. She looked at Tom in a different way and she felt stirrings within. That night, after dinner, and after Nia had drifted off to the land of nod, Sasha made herself up, put on her sexiest nightgown, and made her way to Tom's bedroom. Sasha knocked on the door. Tom opened the door to see a very sexy Sasha standing there with a smile. "Hello", Tom said, "Is there something wrong ?" "No", she answered, "I came over to thank you for today, and to thank you for being so great to Nia." "You're more than welcome. I'm happy to do it." Making a show of opening her top to reveal her breasts, Sasha said "No, I really want to thank you." As any man facing an identical situation, Tom suddenly found himself overwhelmed by the sight of a beautiful woman, exposing herself, and her soul. Adrenaline surged through his veins as his heart rate dramatically increased and blood was redirected to parts of his body not used in a while. With most men, the new sensation would've led them to just give in, but Tom was a survivor of several romantic wars. Tom cleared his head and spoke. "My God you're beautiful" Tom said. "Thank you" she purred, trying to work her way in the room. "Before we do anything though, I have to have your solemn word that what we do tonight, is only for tonight, and never happens again. Do I have your word on that ?" Sasha was taken a bit back. She never had had a man try to negotiate out of a sexual relationship before. Many men had begged to share a bed with her, but this was the first one to dictate terms, especially after she had thrown herself at him. "Well" she rationalized to herself, maybe she would get him to change his mind. "Okay", she agreed, accepting his terms. Tom welcomed her into the room. Within a minute clothes hit the floor, and two naked bodies intertwined on the bed for two solid hours of love making. It was quite cathartic for Sasha, as it had been three months since she had been in bed with a man. Tom knew his way around a woman's body. He wasn't just one of those hit and run players. He took his time and made sure that he pleasured her before he even started his own pleasure process. Finally, the two adults collapsed into a sweaty mess on the bed. With morning's light, Tom sat up from the bed and started searching for his clothing. Sasha felt the bed move and she stirred awake. She saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey lover", she asked, "where ya going ?" "Morning patrol." "Do you have to go ?" He turned and looked at her. "We can't do this anymore. You are beautiful and last night was great, but we can't handle anymore of this." "Did I do something wrong ?" she asked. "No, it's me. I promise you, if we continue this, in several months, you'll want me to change, or you'll put some requirement on me. When I don't comply, you'll get disappointed and angry. I've been hurt several times, and I foolishly tried the physical only relationships. Those don't work for me either. You're a stunningly beautiful woman. You deserve a man who will be everything that you want. I'm sorry, but I can't be there for you, not that way." Sasha's mind was reeling. She had never met a man like this before. She had never been turned down before. She was willing to bargain. "Isn't there anything" she asked, "I can do to change your mind ?" He looked her in the eye and coldly thought to just say no and walk out, but since she seemed sincere, he decided to take a gamble. "There is one thing." Tom searched for the words, but as he opened his mouth to speak, the words got caught in his throat. He was about to go out on a limb. Being an honorable man, he was going to ask, and truly speak his heart. "There is one thing", he repeated, but went on. "I want to do something, but I need your permission." Again, he had to search for the words, "I ask, because I think it's right to ask, and not take. And so, I ask you, I'd like to start fresh, to do something new, to try. I think Nia is very attractive. She's a very pretty and sexy girl." "Sexy? What do you mean, 'sexy'? She's not even twelve years old!" Sasha's words of shock and horror rang through the room. Tom's voice was calm and soothing, 'Yes, your daughter is sexy. And, yes, she's only eleven years old. But you were the one who asked. You asked if there was anything more you could do to change my mind. I want, I would like for Nia to be my girl, my lover." 'Absolutely not! There is no way I'd give my beautiful, innocent daughter to a pervert like you!' 'Funny. You didn't seem to think that a minute ago when you asked what you could do to change my mind'. 'I know, but that was before you said anything about fucking my daughter!' Tom went on, "Sasha, you know how much I care about you and about Nia. I'd want nothing more than the very best for her. And, I think that her experiencing sex now, with someone who really loves her would help her avoid all the bad stuff teenagers usually do. And, now you know how I really feel about her. How I want her. Sexually." Sasha's voice was muted now, soft and quiet, "But she's so young." Her words hung in the air. Then she shook her head, "I can't believe I'm even contemplating giving you my daughter to fuck!" "Until fifty years ago, and for thousands of years before, girls her age were married off to men my age. For fifty years, we've been trying to undo thousands of years of evolution, pretending that it doesn't exist. I think you know by now. I'm not just some predator. I'm asking your permission, which is the honorable thing to do. That's the way it was done, but there was also, an offer of money back then. I'm not asking to buy her. I'm asking for a chance to win her heart." Sasha was blown away. She had never expected to hear what she heard. She had never expected a man to do what Tom had just done, and to ask what he asked. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. "I know" Tom said, "I asked a lot. I'll go on morning patrol, and we can talk more, later." After morning patrol, Tom showered, then breakfast was served. After morning patrol, Tom showered, then breakfast was served. After breakfast, he took Nia to school, then went off to check on the town vehicles. He had barely begun when the thought of earlier this morning took over his being. He took out his cell phone and called Sasha. He told her that he needed to go after parts and he would be busy most of the day, so Sasha would have to pick up Nia after class. Tom then put away the phone and drove 35 miles to go see a movie. It was late afternoon when he got back. Nia was sitting in the lobby and Sasha was carrying plates to the dining room. Both females could tell that Tom was in a sour mood. Tom picked up that Sasha was signaling Nia with her eyes. "Hey, Tom, let's go swimming" Nia asked. Tom looked at Sasha. "It's alright", Sasha said, "dinner won't be ready for at least half an hour. You two enjoy yourselves." "Come on Tom", Nia pleaded, "it'll be fun." Tom looked at the two females. He knew what was going on. "Okay" he agreed. "Yippee" Nia shouted as she ran off to change into her swimming suit. Tom looked at Sasha, "thanks" he offered. "You're welcome", she responded, "we'll talk more tonight." Tom changed into his swimming shorts. Nia was already in the pool when he got there. She was more playful than usual. She changed his mood from dour to upbeat. A little while later, both were in their swimming attire while at dinner. Nia was being overly attentive towards Tom, frequently getting up and keeping his plate stocked. Tom was definitely liking it as the preteen girl rubbed against him and she touched him around the shoulders often. After dinner, Sasha told Nia to take a shower and asked Tom to help her clear the table. When they were alone, Sasha opened up. "I've been thinking", she said, "about how we can both get what we want and need. About fifty miles from here, there's a few strip joints. I can make some extra money and get laid, but to do that, I'll have to leave mid day Friday, and come back Sunday afternoon or evening. You can be alone with Nia. I think this weekend would be too soon for you to undress her, but you can certainly get more friendlier with her, with me not around." "Have you talked to her about this ?" "No, I thought I'd bring up the idea with you. Make sure it was alright first." "It sounds like a great idea. Thank you." "You're welcome" she said with a smile. "By the way, what did you tell her to make her act this way today ?" "I told her it was the anniversary of your cousin passing, and that you needed extra attention today." "Thanks again, for that." "You're more than welcome." Friday, just after lunch, Sasha lit out to begin her weekend. Tom took Nia out to see a movie, and then dinner at a buffet restaurant. Back at home, they watched TV together. Late evening, Nia excused herself to change into her P.J.'s. A little while later, she climbed into his bed in her PJ's. A moment after she climbed in she asked him if it was alright if she spent the night with him because her mom wasn't around. She smiled when he told her that it was fine. Curled up next to him, she responded with a slight moan as he touched her back and gently massaged it. Mia relaxed and laid out, then seemingly fell asleep. Tom then undressed and climbed in next to the girl. The next morning, after breakfast, Tom took Nia around town in the other fire truck. This one was a 1948 with a closed cab, safer than the older truck, but it was still a lot of fun for Nia. During the trip, he stopped off and talked to a couple of residents that Nia hadn't met. After lunch, they took a hike, then returned to the hotel to swim. This time, with no one else around, the play was a little more friskier. Several times, Tom copped a feel of Nia, on her chest or butt. Nia, for her part, pretended as if it was just play. At one point, she playfully grabbed Tom between the legs, but it was more a painful thing (she didn't know that). At dinner, she only wore a T shirt and panties. Tom could see, from stolen glances, that Nia had tiny cones, topped with large brown nipples under her shirt. After dinner, they retired to his bedroom to watch TV. Sitting next to him, on top of his bed, Nia had kind of a mischievous look on her face. Tom reached out and touched her thigh. The preteen pounced on him and a wrestling match was on. He was much bigger than her and could have pinned her in a second. Of course he didn't do that, but he took advantage of the opportunity to tickle her, making her squeal. She tried tickling him back. But he poked at her ribs, open arm pits, and behind her knees. Finally, he pinned her hands above her head. She got a "what now" look on her face. He leaned in and tried to kiss her neck, causing more squealing, giggling, and kicking. Finally, she calmed down. Laying next to him, and looking up, Tom reached down and gently caressed her face. Nia leaned into his hand and gently touched her lips to his hand as he began to pull away. "Hey Tom", she asked, "how come you're not married ?" "Oh wow", he replied, "that's a loaded question." Tom took a deep breath, then in the nutshell, he told her about the three failed relationships in his life. "So" she then asked, "would you marry my mom someday ?" "I can't", he answered, "she's my employee, and employers aren't supposed to be involved with their employees that way. It causes all kinds of problems." "Oh, so, who would you want to marry ?" Just then Tom noticed that Nia's belly was exposed. He dove for her belly, making that lip vibration sound on her tummy. Nia squealed with delight and tried to wrestle from his grasp. Grabbing a pillow, she bapped him on the head. He grabbed a pillow and there was a short pillow fight before the two collapsed on the bed breathing hard. Tom was laying on his stomach and Nia was laying on her back. After a minute, he reached over and caressed her belly, which was still exposed. Nia asked him to rub her back as she rolled over again. Tom started rubbing her back, then he thought to put his hand under her shirt. Unlike the night before, he took his time, gently kneading each part of her back. He grew aroused and he wondered how much he could get away with without alarming the girl. As he reached her lower back, he worked around her waistline, then decided to go for it, reaching in her panties to caress the top of her butt cheeks. He stopped at mid butt cheek, pulling his hand out, but then picking up the massage near the top of the thigh, and continuing it on until he had massaged the entire back of her body. When he finished, he laid next to her. Nia reached over and placed her hand on his. He gently pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it. Nia smiled at him. Tom wrestled with himself, then decided to push things a bit. He moved over and spooned next to her, kissing her cheek. Nia adjusted her face and they kissed, lip to lip. Nia took a deep breath and rolled onto her back. Tom climbed halfway on top of her and a makeout session of sorts ensued. Tom made sure to keep his mid section away from her body to hide his raging hard on. While kissing her, he caressed the side of her body, and a couple of times, copped a feel on her small boobs. Nia didn't resist or object as he touched her. Finally, after a little while, he stopped and he retreated. Nia made sure to hold his hand and they fell asleep touching each other. After morning patrol, the couple had breakfast, then went to church. After church, they had brunch with a group from church. One of the men in the group noticed how glued Nia was to Tom's side. His stare caught Tom's eye. Tom made sure not to do anything untoward in the man's presence. On the ride back home, Nia held Tom's hand part of the way. Tom wondered what would happen when they got home. Back at the hotel, the couple went to Tom's bedroom. There they watched TV for a bit, before Tom took up a reclining position. Nia snuggled in next to him. She did get up once to pee and get them sodas, but immediately resumed her position reclining against Tom. Sasha came home just after three. Like any child would, Nia rushed to her mom's side. Tom, in desperate need of release, locked his bedroom door, pulled out a porno tape and relieved some pressure. While Sasha unpacked from her trip, Nia played the dutiful daughter, asking her mom about her trip. Sasha gave her a thumbnail sketch, fibbing that she was cocktail waitressing As a young girl would, Nia asked an exploratory question, "Mom, would it be okay if someone my age had a boyfriend Tom's age ?" Sasha felt a chill go up her spine. She had readied herself for this eventuality over the weekend. She gathered herself, turned around, and looked at Nia. "Nia, did you do something over the weekend ?" "We just held hands, kissed and stuff ?" "Stuff ?" "We kind of wrestled, had a pillow fight. It was fun." Sasha took a deep breath of relief. She sat down next to Nia. "It's time we had an important talk", Sasha told her. Sasha then went on to explain that Nia was becoming a woman, and as such, to utilize discretion. To that end, Nia wasn't supposed to "kiss and tell", meaning that it was okay to tell her mom about the important things in her life, but she wasn't to tell anyone else about affairs of the heart, and that it would be wrong to tell friends and acquaintances about anything going on with a boyfriend or husband. Being more specific, she made sure that Nia understood to tell no one else about her and Tom because of societal biases. At first Nia had difficulty grasping that society would think Tom an evil man for kissing her and loving her. Eventually, she understood and promised her mother that she wouldn't. tell anyone else what was going on . That night, after dinner, Sasha had Nia wash the dishes. While Nia was busy, Sasha told Tom about the talk she had with Nia. Tom was relieved and thanked her. Tom then inquired about Sasha's weekend. Sasha confessed that while it was a profitable weekend, she hadn't climbed into anyone's bed. During the week, Nia spent more time with Tom. Kisses were stolen and there was hand holding. On Friday, Sasha left out for the clubs right after Nia went to class. Tom picked Nia up right after class and they drove out of town for a movie and dinner. When they returned to the hotel, Nia ran off to her room to change clothes and freshen up. Tom freshened up as well, anticipating some tender friendliness from Nia. Some minutes later, Nia appeared in Tom's room. She was only wearing a loose T shirt and panties. Like she did before, she climbed up on the bed and snuggled up to Tom. He had already plugged in a movie. Nia attentively watched the movie with him. The second the movie was over, she laid on her stomach and half whispered "Rub my back." Tom reached under the T shirt and started to rub her back. Just a few seconds in, she stopped him, and started pulling up her shirt. He helped her pull it up, but she went so far as to completely remove it. Then she laid on her stomach again. Now free to use both hands, he went to her shoulders and started there, working his way down her entire back. When he got to her waist, he didn't presume anything. Like last week, he reached inside her waistband, but she reached down and started pushing her panties down. He helped, just baring her butt, but she said "Take them off", looking him in the eye with a playful look. Tom's heart was trying to leap out of his chest. He willingly obliged Nia, removing her panties and throwing them on the floor. He returned to her butt, massaging it. As he came to her thighs, she parted her legs. He could see a pair of lovely bald pussy lips. He was pretty sure what was about to happen, but he resisted the urge to reach up and cop a feel. He worked his way down her legs. As he reached her ankles, she rolled over. He looked at the naked preteen girl. Dimpled brown puffy nipples topped tiny white cones. Her pubic area was as bald as the day she was born. The look on her face came across as an offer, and Tom was sure what she was offering. He leaned in, cupping one of her cones as he kissed her. She reached up, hugging him as he shared kisses with her. After a little while, he was able to move his head to her chest where he began to suckle on her tiny cones. Reaching down, he fingered her slit, sliding his middle finger across a continually moistening area. Nia began breathing deep, partially panting and moaning. Finally, he moved his head between her legs. Only a minute into licking her, she started arcing her back, pressing her bald mound into his mouth. It was then that he began to work a finger into her. Her moaning took on a high pitch. He wasn't sure how close she was to orgasm. He retreated from between her legs, then rising, he took off his shirt as he positioned himself beween her legs. With his pants open, and down to his knees, he lined up his groin with hers. Maneuvering his dick, he found her opening. Pushing, and feeling her tiny opening painfully compressing the head of his dick, he kept pushing until the head popped in her. She let out a slight yelp as he entered her. He looked and saw her wincing. He took his time and slowly worked until he had about one third of his dick in. He began working his hips. Nia was panting and moaning. After a little while, she relaxed enough that he was able to get more than halfway inside her. Tom felt his cum rising. He shot several spurts in her and he nearly collapsed on top of her. His dick deflated enough to be pushed out of her. He rolled to his right and laid next to her. Nia reached out and took his hand. A moment later, she rolled over and cuddled up next to him. "You all right ?" he asked. "Yeah, great", she answered. "Does it hurt ?" "It's a little sore." "Are you bleeding ?" She got a confused look, "Bleeding ?" she inquired. "Usually on their first time, girls....uh, bleed." "Oh, that, uh, my mom knew this was coming. She helped me with this vibrating thing. It hurt and it bled. We had to do it twice." "Your mom ?" "I told her about you and me. She told me to not tell anyone else because people wouldn't understand. I think it's mean that someone like you can't be my boyfriend. We have to be careful, right ?" "You have a good mom." "I know." He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and kissed it. "You know what this means, right ?" he asked. "What's that ?" "You don't have to wear a suit in the pool anymore." She giggled, then noticed that his pants were at his knees. She sat up and helped him take his pants off. She then climbed back on the bed and cuddled next to him. After a moment, she said: "Mom said to ask you about a blowjob. She says that all men like theirs differently. How do you like yours ?" This time, it was Tom's turn to laugh. He gave Nia a course in the finer points of fellatio. She was a quick learner. It took a while for Tom to get there because of his prior entry into Nia. Finally, he shot his load in her mouth, with Nia swallowing everything. Nia then climbed into his arms and the naked couple fell asleep together. In the morning, after breakfast, Tom broke out his new digital camera. Being a technophobe, he had to rely on his young lover to show him how to work it. He wanted to take nude pictures of Nia, and wanted to start in the lobby. He started with her sitting upright on the couch, then had her pose, lying on her side. Moving her over to the chair, he had her pose with her legs spread, one leg dangling over the arm rest. They then moved to his bed, where she posed stomach down, on her side, on her back, and finally on her back with her legs spread. He had wanted to move on to the pool, but his little head was talking to him, and Nia was giving him a come hither look. After an hour long love making session, the couple moved to the pool. There, she posed several times before they both dove in for a dip. Afterwards, he remembered that he hadn't done morning patrol. The couple showered, dressed, and hit the streets in his Chevy Blazer. Later, they took a midday hike, then drove to a diner for a late lunch. After lunch, they headed back to the hotel for more love making. They remained naked throughout the evening and night, only dressing the next morning for church. This time, they avoided the group that had looked them over so carefully the week before. Sasha returned just after midday. She quickly picked up that Nia and Tom had been making love all weekend. Nia couldn't wait that she had tried and loved skinny dipping in the pool. Nia then convinced the adults to all take a dip in the pool, completely naked. During the dip, Tom got his camera and took pictures of the event. Feeling frisky, the naked trio then went to Tom's bedroom. Sasha declined having sex with Tom, but she did help her daughter-giving tips to Nia and stimulating her while Tom and Nia made love. Soon, the camera entered the fray, and Tom took pictures of the two naked females in his bed. Shortly afterwards, the pictures were moved to his computer. That evening, while dinner was being prepared, Sasha pulled Tom aside. She explained that she had met a pilot. The pilot had pull in the charter service that he partly owned. Sasha had negotiated a 3k per month salary off the books, and under the table-to make money without the money being tracked. In return, Sasha had to be his beck and call girl on the weekdays. The deal wouldn't start for another week. The pilot gave her time to tie up loose ends. "First thing" Sasha said, "I have to get Nia to an OB/GYN and get her on the pill. I can't have a pregnant 11 year old. Speaking of which, her birthday is Thursday. We need to plan something special." _______________________________________________________________________ The next day, right after class, Sasha picked Nia up and drove her to an OB/GYN for an examination. It was Nia's first time for this kind of examination. Sasha stayed with her all the time, explaining what the doctor was doing and what she was looking at. Sasha discretely asked the doctor to prescribe birth control pills for the preteen, hinting that Nia had boyfriend a couple of years older than her. The doctor wrote the prescription without much trouble. Sasha took Nia straight from the doctor to a pharmacy. While she was there, she stressed how important it was to take the pill daily, without fail. Nia listened intently. She had still yet to have a period, but it was just a matter of time. Sasha also picked up a couple of feminine hygiene products, explaining to her what nature had in store for her. As Thursday dawned, Nia awoke to find her mother packing bags. Nia was confused and near panicked. "Are we leaving, why are we leaving ? Is something wrong ?" "It's a surprise" Sasha explained with a smile. "It's your birthday, and we're taking a trip to celebrate it." "Is Tom coming along ?" Nia asked. "Of course, he's packing too." Nia's face lit up. "Where are we going ?" "It's a surprise." Nia jumped up and ran over to Tom's room. She found Tom also packing. She gave Tom a hug and kiss, asking him where they were going. "Your mom didn't tell you ?" he asked. "Nope." "It's a surprise then." Feigning outrage, she fired back "Why does everyone keep saying that ?" "You'll love it. I promise. Go dress nice." Three hours later, the trio was on a flight to Charleston. Arriving just after noon, they loaded up a rental car and drove to the Charleston Marriott. Nia had never seen such a hotel, it was very much an eye popping experience for her. After taking their bags to the 12th floor, Sasha told Nia that they had to leave. Nia was confused again. "We're going to a spa", Sasha told her "you're going to get your nails done and some other nice stuff. The day is just beginning." Three and a half hours later, as the spa trip was wrapping up, Nia was starting to get dressed. Just then, one of the spa workers brought a pair of garment bags to Nia and Sasha. Sasha looked at the labels and handed one of the garment bags to Nia. "What's this ?" Nia asked. "One of your birthday gifts." Nia opened the garment bag and saw a sparkly light blue dress. Her eyes bugged out. "IT'S GORGEOUS !!" she gushed. She ran in front of a mirror, holding the dress to her body. With the ear to ear smile of young girl she squealed with delight, then started to put the dress on. After leaving the spa, as Sasha and Nia entered the hotel lobby, they found Tom in a suit and tie. Nia was amazed, she had never seen Tom dressed up before. "You look amazing, both of you." "Thank you" both ladies replied. Nia gave Tom a quick hug. "You ladies ready ?" Tom asked. "I am" Sasha answered. Nia looked back and forth at both adults, "another surprise ?" she asked. "Yep" her mom replied. "I think I'm beginning to like surprises" Nia mused. Half an hour later, the trio was boarding a boat for a dinner cruise. Nia drank in the experience, enjoying every minute-the salt air on the deck as the boat left out, the three course dinner, the dancing, and the harbor view after dark. Later, when the trio returned to the hotel and went to their room, Tom softly said "a final surprise for today." He had Nia stand in front of the curtains while he turned out the lights. He then opened the curtains to expose a majestic after dark view of the city. The city below them looked like multi colored gems splayed out on a field of black velvet. Nia whispered a "Wow". Tom stepped behind her and held her to him. Sasha came over and joined the couple to take in the view. For a long moment, there was silence in the room, then Nia spoke: "This is the most perfect day, ever." Over the next two days, Nia was able to play on the beach, take a pirate tour, see the aquarium, took in a ghost tour and harbor tour. It was a relaxing and refreshing time for the entire trio. Nia especially enjoyed the trip. On Sunday morning, the trio went to the airport. Shortly after they entered the airport, Sasha turned to her daughter and said, "It's time to say goodbye, for now." Nia got a confused look. "I don't understand" she asked. "I didn't want to ruin your weekend", Sasha told her, "but I've landed a new job. I have to be in another city from Monday through Friday from now on." Nia looked at both adults with shock and confusion. Sasha continued, "You can't be with me during the weekdays, but I'll come back to the hotel every weekend, you can count on that. Besides, you have Tom now, and he loves you very much. I'll always be just a phone call away if you need me. You're a young woman now and you have a good man. Be strong for me and give me a hug. Nia gave her mother a strong bear hug. When she was done, Sasha gave a squeeze of the hand to Tom and said "Thank you, for everything." "You're welcome", Tom replied, "and thank you. You've given me, a lot." Sasha gave Nia another hug, then walked off to another part of the airport. Tom and Nia then checked in for their flight home. The End. If you like my story, check out my website at: http://www.asstr.org/~dude/PTandTeen.html

The following is entirely a work of fiction. It was written purposely for the entertainment of adult readers. This type of fiction should never be read by minors. Readers of this type of fiction should never try to copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a preteen female and a grown man. If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go away. Summary: After retirement from the military, Doug meets a onetime acquaintance who talks him into working at a bordello. Once there, he meets some very interesting characters who change his life. One of those characters is a girl who teaches him love and trust. This story is a long read, but has a very satisfying ending-it is well worth working to the end. Please stay with it. Twenty fours of military life had been enough. I had reached my retirement point four years ago, but for the past four years the military had given me a cush assignment-being in charge of recreational activities on the base- requiring only six hours of "work" a day. This was a thank you for spending fifteen of the first twenty years in Special Forces. More times than I cared to think about it, at the drop of a hat, I had responded to trouble spots around the world. This had cost me several meaningful relationships, as only a special woman tolerates a man who runs headlong into danger, time after time. When I found out that my next assignment was training Special Forces newbees, I decided that it was time to say goodbye. I put a bunch of stuff into storage and I decided to travel the country by truck. My recently restored 1974 pickup was fitted with a camper. In the camper I placed items I couldn't be without, such as my camera and laptop computer. In the past few years, I had taken up photography as a hobby and I had CD's with nature shots, and pics I had taken of cute strippers that had graced my bed. I had learned ten years ago how to bed cuties that shake it for a living. My discretionary income allowed me money to gain their trust over several visits, then into a hotel room. I had nude pics of all but one of the gals-who was too shy to pose nude (although she did fuck). My fave was an asian who had once been a porn star. She really enjoyed sex and the little over two years we knocked boots was pleasurable. She had reached her financial goal and said a bittersweet goodbye as she became a silent partner in a real estate investment firm. The other girls since just didn't measure up, although they had earned their fee. Still, I was leaving the military with a bittersweet empty feeling. Nothing clears my head like a long drive and sometime on the road would clear my head and heal my soul. On retirement day, I left out from the base and headed into the mountains. By mid afternoon, I was several thousand feet above sea level and the rain cooled thin air was refreshing. In several spots I had stopped to snap a pic of a great view. That night, in a hotel room, I downloaded the pics to a CD. The next day was a fourteen hour drive with only a stop for lunch. That night I settled into a hotel next to a country restaurant. I had an enjoyable dinner before returning to my hotel room. After fifteen minutes, I grew stir crazy as I pondered a strip club on the edge of town. I surrendered to temptation and headed out to the club. I ended up spending a good part of the evening with a California girl over a thousand miles from home. She allowed some mutual touching and I nearly talked her into spending the night with me. Reluctance overruled desire and she backed off of the intention. Her goodbye hug told me that she enjoyed our time together. I would've made plans to see her again, but the open road was calling to me. The third day of my journey was a mix of driving and seeing tourist spots. It was mid day that I finally began to feel free. I had taken vacations before, but I always knew that I was required back at the base at some point. This time, I was free to do what I wanted and go where I wanted to go. I was literally stopping to smell the flowers. On day four I was back in the mountains. The thin air and expanding vistas was chicken soup for the soul. In mid afternoon I checked on my food and water for an overnighter in the camper. I stocked up on supplies and mapped out a route to a campground. I arrived at the campground about two hours before sunset. I had picked a spot about a mile from the nearest human. Leaving the truck, I stood alone in the forest and listened to the near silence. A slow breeze gently whistled through the trees. Somewhere, a hawk called out. The gentle aroma of pine enhanced the pure air. I read a Reader's Digest, then had dinner. After dinner, I started a spy thriller, then turned in when I became tired. The fifth day started colder than I thought it would. A front had swept through the area and it was overcast and drizzly. It was summertime, but I was at seven thousand feet elevation. From experience, I knew forest roads can turn to shit in just a moment. I started craving civilization and I started heading towards the highway. Three hours later, I reached a diner. The hostess seated me near a corner and gave me a menu. I decided on a lumberjack breakfast. As I put down my menu, I was in for a shock. Seated five tables over was an acquaintance from a couple of decades ago. A black/hispanic mix, she was an attractive gal with a complicated life. We had worked together for a few months a couple of times. She had a circle of lesbian friends. On the second go around, I had been drawn into the gossip circle. I had become attracted to a friend of hers who contemplated heterosexuality for all of a minute. This had caused some friction with Lela as I messed with a possible source of pussy for her. I was glad to get away from that nutsy circle. She was sitting at a table with a guy in his early twenties. His beard, long hair, wrongly worn military cap, and tatoos told me that he lived on the fringe of society. Lela was talking to him, but she was glancing at me. When my food arrived, I gladly dove in so that I had something to focus on besides her. I was near the end of my meal when she came over. "Hey stranger", she said. I looked up and noticed that her companion had left. I welcomed her to sit with me. We caught up with each other. She learned that I was now retired and and I learned that she owned a hotel. She hadn't been able to adopt (a subject we discussed a long time ago). She poo pooed my single status, gently scolding me for not sacrificing my career for companionship. I didn't take her bait, but as is her style she asked me if I was curious about the guy she was talking to. Again, I didn't take her bait. "So, are you interested in a job ?" she asked. "A job ?" "I need a bartender", she volunteered. "I don't know how to mix drinks. I never learned, besides, I don't drink." "You won't have to mix drinks. Basically, you just sell single beer bottles, wine bottles, or a six pack. You might have to mix a drink now and then, but there's a book behind the bar. Most of all, I need someone I can trust. I have a nearly all female staff. I could use you. What do you say ?" We discussed pay, which was just above minimum wage, but room and board was thrown in. It sounded easy and I wrestled with my sense of wanderlust. I thought if it didn't work out, I could always take to the road again. I accepted her offer and agreed to arrive two days hence. I was surprised several times when I arrived at the hotel. First, it was a relatively new building. Second, the hotel was tucked away at the edge of a small town, in a heavily wooded area. You wouldn't find the hotel unless by accident, or if you had specific instructions. Finally, the hotel was about sixty rooms, but had a walled in parking lot and either was a secured location, a hotel with alot of privacy, or a mixture of both. When I pulled in the only entrance, it was next to the hotel office. I found out that my room and the adjacent bar were in a corner of the hotel. I parked my truck and instantly was given a class on what I needed to do. My trainer was clear that my workload was sporadic and mostly slow, therefore, I was able to move into my room while I "worked". The two things I had to do daily was turn in my till at midnight, and check it out again in the morning. I also had to keep track of inventory so that my till matched my daily order request. We sold a dozen types of beer and twenty types of wine. The bar was also fully stocked and we had eight different kinds of soft drinks. The fun, for me, was the jukebox. In my lifetime I've seen all kinds of jukeboxes. The best I ever saw was from a now defunct restaurant chain. Lela had bought one of those jukeboxes. There was over two hundred CD's in the jukebox. The jukebox could be programmed to play certain songs in a sequence. The jukebox had CD's from the most famous bands. I could set up daily concerts, which I did. On my second day, Lela stopped in to see how I was doing. First I had to turn down the music so we could talk. We talked about the jukebox and her expectations. Then I addressed the elephant in the room. "I'm not the swiftest guy on the uptake," I admitted, "but you're running a bordello here, aren't you ?" She got a coy look. "I don't know what you're talking about", she replied. "Food and liquor deliveries come early in the morning. Clients start arriving at ten. Maids are always on the move. Girls walk clients out in lingerie. I've been to Europe, you know." "And you don't have anything to worry about if you stay in here", she countered. "If the cops come, you don't know anything. Besides, we're picky about our clientele. It's not like we advertise on the net, or anywhere else." "And it's why you needed a guy on the staff, someone who knows his way around a bar fight." "We never have a problem with our clients. In case there is trouble, I'm sure you'll use your common sense to make the problem go away." During my military days, there were a few times that I moonlighted, keeping me in touch with the civilian world. This was the second time that I had an employer that trusted me to take care of things my way. I know that trust doesn't come easy. I knew Lela enough to know what kind of workplace she could run. While her personal life was messy, her professional life was the opposite. I'm not sure what kind of arrangement she had with the girls, but I knew it was airtight. I thanked her for her trust, and we ended our conversation with some small talk, then I resumed my music worship while I played on my laptop. My normal routine was the same. About five or six times a day I set up a platter with an ice bucket, beer or wine, and two glasses. Also, about once a day, some guy or another, would come in with a look on his face like he alone knew a secret. I would fill his order and pretend like I didn't know his secret. It was all very quaint. I had been there about two weeks when an interesting event happened. She walked in with that confident look that a sex worker has. I could tell she was barely eighteen, and just barely that. She had coal black long hair, a porcelain complexion, almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and plump full lips. She was wearing a purple tube top and black mini skirt. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a cherry cola. When I gave her the bottle she said "So you're the new bartender." "Yep", I answered, volunteering nothing. "I'm Marie" she said, extending a tiny hand. "Doug" I said as I shook her hand. "So, what keeps you from going cuckoo, staying in here, I mean ?" "I've got music", I answered. I then went on for five minutes about the groups we had on CD and describing their importance to rock n roll history and how much I loved that, then I caught myself, "but that's just me." "It's okay", she giggled, "You and my dad are the same way." "Thanks." "I hope you don't mind that I came in. My Friday night cancelled. I still get paid, but now I'm bored." "Why don't you go somewhere ?" "No", she shook her head. "It's a hundred mile drive home. I share the room with my sister Jen. I use it Friday and Saturday. She uses it the rest of the week." "So, how do you do here ?" "Pretty well. I have a Friday night, a Saturday afternoon and a Saturday night. Then I rest up, and make the drive home Sunday morning." "Have you thought about going full time ?" "No. I like keeping my week free. Besides, it's better than working a titty bar. I know how I'll do every week, and I don't have to work all week. So, how about you ? Why aren't you married or something ?" "I'm retired military, recently retired. Military and marriage don't mix." "Kids ?" "Nope." "Sooooo", she said in a low tone with a seductive smile, "how about a freebee ?" "A freebee ?" "Yeah, do my part for the troops and all. I don't think Lela will mind. You can lock up for a bit ?" "Uh, yeah." There was a buzzer on the door if I needed to lock up, and all my orders came by phone, so I was free for a bit to go in my room. I locked the front door, then we went to my room. Marie started undressing as she approached my bed. After kicking off her shoes, she slid her tube top down, freeing a pert pair of B cup breasts topped with tiny brown nipples. The tube top continued down, pushing down her mini skirt. Eventually, a bald pubic area came into view. Sudden inspiration happened as I remembered my camera. "Do you mind if I take pictures ?" I asked. "Pictures ?" "I'm a photography buff. I have a bunch of stuff on my hard drive, landscapes and all." "You don't post those on the internet ?" "No." "As long as you don't put my pictures on the net. I don't want naked pictures out there, you understand ? " "Absolutely. They're just for my private collection." "Okay then." I retrieved my camera from a dresser drawer. Marie then posed for me on the bed. I had her go through a series of poses, some revealing and some looking like she was shy, which she wasn't. After a couple of dozen poses, I put away the camera and I undressed. I looked at the naked teen girl. Dimpled brown puffy nipples topped baseball sized firm breasts. Her pubic area was as bald as the day she was born. The look on her face came across as an offer, and I was sure what she was offering. I leaned in, cupping one of her breasts as I kissed her. She reached up, hugging me as I shared kisses with her. After a little while, I was able to move my head to her chest where I began to suckle on one of her breasts. Reaching down, I fingered her slit, sliding my middle finger across a continually moistening area. Marie began breathing deep, partially panting and moaning. Finally, I moved my head between her legs. Only a minute into licking her, she started arcing her back, pressing her bald mound into my mouth. It was then that I began to work a finger into her. Her moaning took on a high pitch. I wasn't sure how close she was to orgasm. I retreated from between her legs, then rising, I positioned myself beween her legs. I lined up my groin with hers. Maneuvering my dick, I found her opening. For a pro in bed, she was actually quite tight. Pushing, and feeling her tiny opening painfully compressing the head of my dick, I pushed until the head popped into her. She let out a slight yelp as I entered her. I looked and saw her wincing. I began working my hips. Marie was panting and moaning. After a little while, she relaxed enough that we established a rhythm. Our bodies became hot and sweaty as we moved in a journey to bliss. I felt my cum rising. I shot several spurts in her and nearly collapsed on top of her. My dick deflated enough to be pushed out of her. I rolled to my right and laid next to her. Marie reached out and took my hand. "Shit Doug", she gushed, "that was fabulous. Where did you learn that ? " "The Phillipines." "The Phillipines ? " "The girls there really like sex. They teach their guys what they like." In a voice mocking one of the Phillipino hookers I said "Hey Joe, tonight we do long time. No quicky slam slam." Marie giggled at the impersonation, "Really ?" she asked. "Really. It's we call them L.B.F.M.'s." "L.B.F.M.'s ?" "Little brown fucking machines. It's their job, it's their passion. They're experts." "I'm going to have to think about that, um, you wouldn't mind if I spend the night ?" "Spend the night ?" I asked. "Yeah, we can do it again, besides, my regulars spend the night. If I go up to my room and I'll hear the other girls doing it, and I'll feel left out." I kissed her. "Sounds like a plan", I answered. Marie didn't have another cancellation, but two weeks later she came up early on a Thursday night. We spent the night together and had a great time. Besides Marie, I added another addition to my routine. I was getting Tuesdays off. There was a medium sized town about fifty miles from the hotel. I would drive into town, see a movie, browse a bookstore, and eat at a buffet restaurant (the menu at the hotel was limited). It was at two months in that it happened. On the way to a movie, I pulled into one of those large gas stations found alongside major highways. The car that caught my attention was a twenty year old Triumph. As a car afficianado I admired well built cars, and the Triumph never received the respect it deserved. There was a woman and young girl in between the Triumph and gas pump. Because their backs were to the car, they didn't see the newer Buick pull up alongside their Triumph. The driver of the Buick opened his door, and then the passenger side door of the Triumph. He reached in the Triumph and took a purse, then jumped back in his car. The girl caught the motion out of the corner of her eye and yelled to her mother. As the two females looked on in disbelief, the thief gunned his Buick and headed for the exit I was in. I moved my truck to block him. He was moving too fast to avoid my truck. His left front fender smacked into my bumper. We both bailed out of our vehicles. He got about ten feet when I tackled him. He tried to fight, but I pinned him face first to the concrete. The Police arrived about two minutes later. As they untangled the situation I realized that I recognized the woman that had her purse stolen-she worked at Lela's hotel. The cop taking the report noticed that our addresses were the same. We truthfully told him that we didn't know each other and this was a chance meeting. I did, officially, meet the woman and girl later. Ilya and Larissa came to the hotel bar to meet me, and thank me. Ilya is a long haired blonde with a nice figure. Larissa is a twelve year old, doe eyed, long haired, brunette. Larissa immediately impressed me with her sweetness. Unlike her mother, Larissa speaks English fluently. I found out that Ilya worked her schedule around Larissa's school schedule. They had been in town to buy clothes for Larissa. They were grateful for my intervention and invited me up for dinner in their suite. When I went up a couple of hours later, I found that Ilya had a large suite in a corner of the hotel. Ilya and Larissa had living quarters in much of the suite, but an extra room was where Ilya entertained clients. By using sliding walls, Ilya could keep her private and professional life seperate. During dinner, I found out that Ilya had been a mail order bride. Larissa had been a product of that union. Two years after Larissa was born, the marriage fell apart. He had a good lawyer, and Ilya only ended up with three hundred a month in child support. A couple of failed jobs and a stint in a strip joint led Ilya to the hotel. Larissa seemed well adjusted to the situation, but that wasn't all I sensed. During dinner, Larissa seemed more than impressed with me. She definitely was crushing on me. Her interest was kindling something in me. All my life, I've been interested in petite females. I had fought the urge to be a pedophile, although one night in the Phillipines, I had bedded a fifteen year old hooker. We were both nervous and that had ruined the situation. I had looked at Lolita magazines in Tokyo, but fear of prison made me leave the magazines in country. Seeing Larissa adoring me made me wonder about exploring a relationship with the preteen (she had just turned twelve). I wondered if now was the time to explore the side of myself that I had kept suppressed all these years. I sensed, that like other preteens, Larissa was trusting. Of course, that might have been just the side of herself that she was now showing. A child, whose mother was a sex worker, must have developed some kind of emotional armor. How many of Ilsa's dates had Larissa met ? How many of those dates had tried to use Ilsa to get to Larissa ? I looked into those almond shaped brown eyes and I wondered. Larissa was just beginning to develop. Full A cup size breasts were pushing out from her chest. She had already developed a nice pooper. Her face was almost doll like with oversize eyes, a sculpted nose, and lips that were neither too large or too small. At five two, she was almost as tall as her mother. During dinner, I kept my distance. I know that mothers have a sense to keep their children away from dangers and the last thing I wanted was to be thought of as a predator. After dinner, I thanked the duo for the meal. I then headed for the door. Larissa called out to me. She ran over and gave me a hug. It was the first hug that I'd had in months. This wasn't a stripper thanking me kind of hug, but a true display of affection. I let the hug go on for ten seconds then said my goodbyes and left. The next afternoon, Ilsa and Larissa were strolling past the bar. They looked in the window and waved. I saw Larissa ask Ilsa something. Larissa then ran in the bar and gave me a hug. We made small talk for about thirty seconds, then she left to rejoin her mom. The next evening, a Thursday, Ilsa and Larissa delivered my evening meal to the bar. Like Tuesday, we had dinner together. I was beginning to feel as if a family had adopted me. It was then that fate stepped in. Ilsa confessed that she had clients on Thursday and Saturday evenings. Instead of Larissa being alone in a walled off area, could I be her company ? Of course my heart started doing hand springs. I hoped that my emotions wouldn't betray themselves. I agreed to the arrangement. Larissa thanked me by jumping up and hugging me. Soon after, Ilsa left to prepare for her date. Larissa stayed behind and I suddenly wondered what I had to entertain a twelve year old girl. The hotel did have about sixty TV channels. I also have about two hundred DVD's. I asked Larissa what she was interested in. She agreed to peruse my DVD collection. She started asking questions when looking at my collection. I do have a number of European movies. This was my chance to educate a date about the difference between euromovies and the schlock Hollywood usually marches out. I ended up talking her into watching "Memory of a Killer" as it's a good movie to watch to make the transition into a genre that has more depth than what most Americans are used to. Larissa was hooked from the get go. The shock value of the first two minutes sucked her in. She then watched, mesmerized, as the plot unfolded. Near the end, she was shaken at the death of the anti hero. She did cheer at the ending as the heroes triumphed. As I popped the movie out of the DVD player, Larissa started raving about the movie. She then started running down the things that she liked. Her revelry was cut short by her mother calling. Ilsa's date had left and it was time for Larissa to go upstairs. For a moment, Larissa was bothered by her mother's request, then she changed gears, emotionally. She thanked me for the evening and hugged me. She then did something that really caught me by surprise-she kissed me. Actually, the kiss was only on the corner of my lips, but it felt good. She told me that she was looking forward to Saturday and left. The next morning, I was still on a pheromone high thinking about Larissa. My buzz was nearly killed by a visit from Lela. Lela had heard through the grapevine about my heroics earlier in the week. She was upset that I didn't tell her about it. I explained that it wasn't a big deal and there was enough witnesses (and most likely-video) that our involvement in the event ended the moment our statements were taken. There was nothing we said or did that would draw attention to the hotel. The cop taking the report was satisfied that Ilsa and I didn't know each other. Lela was cautiously satisfied in my explanation, although she advised me to lay off of the heroics. Saturday afternoon, Larissa dropped by after playing out by the pool. She was in a skin tight red bikini and looked absolutely delicious. My mind started doing flips as I contemplated the nipples that pressed against the fabric of her top. I kept my cool as she inquired about the evening's activities. I had already thought about movie selection. I told her I was in the mood for something light and suggested Major Payne. To my surprise, she hadn't seen the movie. That was a relief. She also asked if we could have pizza. I told her I would try. She was thrilled at that and left happy. I called the front office and asked if pizza was possible. Margie told me she would have pizza delivered, but it would be charged to my account (deducted from my paycheck). That evening we munched on pizza and laughed at the movie. After the movie she took notice of the jukebox. Playing educator again, I started instructing Larissa on rock n roll. I told her about my favorite album and started playing it. The first song was an introspective tale about the relationship between a girl and a radio D.J. who plays songs for her. The next two songs have an upbeat rhythm that is easy to dance to. Larissa wanted to dance and we danced, hopping about like a pair of teenyboppers. Near the end of the third song, I noticed we were being watched through the window. A customer then came in, congratulating us on our technique. The compliment harshed Larissa's mood. The man ordered a drink and a bottle. I filled his order and he left, but not before winking at Larissa. A couple of songs later, Larissa had put the incident behind her. We were dancing again when the phone rang. It was time for Larissa to leave. Like two nights earlier, she gave me a hug. A kiss also followed. This kiss landed full on the lips. She also caressed my cheek, then ran from the room. I didn't see Larissa over the next few days. On Tuesday, she caught me just as I was about to head out. There was the perfunctory "Where ya goin ?" question. When I told her, she almost jumped for joy, wanting to go along. I made it clear that she needed her mother's permission. She made me promise to wait while she ran upstairs to get Ilsa's permission. When she ran upstairs, I was struck by a thought that saddened me. Here's this kid, all of twelve years of age, living with a bunch of adults. In a normal neighborhood, she would be riding a bike, skinning her knee, climbing a tree, and discovering nature up close. I started thinking of ways to give her a day a kid would like. When we got to the city, I first took her to a firing range. I rented a .22 rifle for her. She had never handled a weapon before. I gave her a class, then watched and encouraged her when she started firing. I then started popping off with my .38 revolver. When she had gone through her fifty rounds, I let her shoot off a few rounds with my gun. Next, I took her ice skating. We arrived fifteen minutes before the next session. We watched the skaters for a few minutes, then had time to pay, rent skates, and put the skates on. I'm not at home on the ice. She hadn't been on the ice before, but she took to it rather quickly. I envied her ability to do well so quickly. Because I was sore, I talked her into quitting early. Then, we had a late lunch at a nice eatery next to the rink. Her face was alit with happiness. She was having a great day. Her happiness bled over to me. I was feeling down when we lit out, but she had lifted my spirit. From the eatery, we went to a movie. It was a kid's movie. She enjoyed it a lot more than I had, but I loved hearing her laugh. After the movie, we went home. She went upstairs to her mom, but I still felt the need to go out. Even though I was in a building filled with pussy for rent, I needed to be away from the place I worked. I headed out to a strip joint. I ended up splitting the evening between two strippers. The first was a thirty year old single mother. She was a good sounding board as I pondered Larissa. She told me how she worked her kids into her life. The second stripper told me that she was a college student, but it was obvious to me that she was a professional. We ended up having sex in the VIP room, but it was just sex, and nothing spectacular. I was looking forward to seeing Larissa when she came over on Thursday. She needed to work on a school project. I lent her my laptop and she spent an hour and a half flying around the computer doing a lot all at the same time. I don't know what they teach kids nowadays in computer class, but she really seemed to know what she was doing. It was while my eyes were off of her that it happened. When I had stored my nude pics of Marie, I had left the file on my desktop. I didn't even think of securing the file, I just left it labeled "Marie nude" not thinking that anyone would have access to my laptop. Larissa saw the file and opened it. Her reaction completely caught me off guard. "These pictures are really great" she observed. I walked over and saw the nude pics. I felt panic, but I fought the urge to grab the laptop away from her. "You shouldn't be looking at that", I told her. "Why not ?" She asked, "she's a girl, I'm a girl. I could pose for you." "She's eighteen", I countered, "and you're not. I could go to prison for a very long time for taking naked pictures of a twelve year old girl." "That law sucks." "When I was a kid", I explained, "that kind of thing was legal. But kids as young as four and five had things done to them. It wasn't right. The law was changed so that that kind of thing was only for adults. It was arbitrary. Posing nude and having sex should only be done among people who really care for each other. It's like sexting. If you take nude pictures of yourself and send it to some boy, how do you know it won't end up on the internet ? I took pictures of Marie. It was an accident that you saw them. I won't put those pictures on the net. She trusts me and deserves my respect." "So, do you respect me ?" she asked. "Absolutely." "And trust me ?" "Yes." "So, let me pose for you." "Here's the thing. If someone else sees Marie's pictures, no one will get in trouble. But if you get in an argument with your mom, it could slip out that you posed. I could end up in prison for fifty years. I would die in prison. If your mom says it's okay, and she's there, we could do that, okay ?" "Okay" she said in a tone that said she was agreeing with me, but not really agreeing. "Come here" I said with open arms. I gave her an affectionate hug. "You're very special to me" I told her. She looked up and we kissed. She stared into my eyes for a few seconds and kissed me again. The phone rang. We let it go three rings before I let her pick up. It was her mom. It was time for her to go upstairs. We kissed again and said an affectionate good night. The next afternoon, Ilsa came by with Larissa. Blood ran cold in my veins. She explained that Larissa asked to pose nude. I reiterated that only if Ilsa was there. Ilsa was fine with that and suggested the next morning, as the light came through her windows quite well. The next morning, I was at Ilsa's place with my camera. Larissa was wearing a robe, and nothing else. My dick sprang to attention and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when she opened her robe. Large light tan nipples topped tiny white mounds. Her pubic area looked bare, but the robe opened only a moment. I had her close the robe and took her to her room. We went through her closet and decided on an outfit for her. I waited while Ilsa helped her dress. Ten minutes later, she came out in an overall outfit. It was one of those overalls with short legs, the cuffs at upper thigh. She was wearing a pink button down shirt. Her outfit was completed by pink socks and white sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I had her start out on the couch. I had her take off the sneakers and socks, snapping a picture at each stage. She then stood and unsnapped the overalls. The overalls fell to the floor, leaving her only in the blouse and panties. As she began to unbutton the blouse, my heart started fluttering and dive bombers appeared in my stomach-making bombing runs. As the blouse slid off of her shoulders and her beautiful chest came into view my throat went dry and I made an audible gasp. I then had her turn and bare her beautiful ass. After I snapped the picture, I had her turn towards me again. I snapped several pictures as she slowly slid the waistband down. After her pubic area came into view, I took one picture with her panties at mid thigh. Then, one more with her panties off and dangling from a finger. Inspiration struck and I asked Ilsa to undress. If this all blew up on me, at least I wouldn't go down alone. Once Ilsa was nude, I had her pose on the couch with Larissa. I took half a dozen shots with mother and daughter. If some prosecutor was going to nail me on child porn charges, I would have absolute proof that her mother was present and consented. We then ended the photo shoot. I took the camera downstairs to download the pics into my laptop. This time, I took care to place the file so that it couldn't be found without a deliberate search. Just as I finished doing that, Larissa came downstairs to see the pictures. She was delighted with the pictures. She gazed at them a bit, then remembered that she had a scout function to go to. It was late evening when she returned. She came directly to the bar. With a naughty look, she locked the door. "What's up ?" I asked. "Let's go to your room ?" "Why ?" "You'll see." When we got to my room, she had me sit down on the bed. She then turned to me and motioned to the zipper on the back of her Girl Scout dress. "What's this ?" I asked. She turned back towards me. "I like the way you look when I'm naked." "You do ?" I teased. "It's like how you look when you saw me in my bikini." "And, how's that ?" "You think I'm sexy, don't you ?" "Yes." "Unzip me then." She turned around again. I went ahead and unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, and she stood there only in panties, she turned towards me. "If we're going to do what we're___" She cut me off with "I talked to my mom after you left. It's okay. We can do this." She took my hands and placed them on her waist. I placed my index fingers in the waistband of her panties. I slid them down, past her hips, past her thighs and knees. Her panties fell to the floor. She stepped out of the panties. I turned her and gently laid her on the bed. I quickly undressed and laid next to her. I ran my hand through her hair. "You know I love you", I told her. "I love you too Doug." "Adults don't share what they do in the bedroom." "I won't get you in trouble, I promise." I kissed her. She reached up and started carressing my head as we made out. I started caressing her chest, feeling her tiny boobs. A few minutes later, I started kissing her neck, then moved down to her chest. I spent several minutes on each nipple. She started breathing deep and panting like a little girl. I moved between her legs. Closeup, I could see some peachfuzz was starting there. I closed my mouth over her tiny slit and worked her slit with my tongue. She tensed, clawed at the sheets, and moaned. She started arcing her back. I prepared to mount her. I placed my dick at her tiny opening. I started working the head of my dick in. It took some effort, but I finally got the head. She gasped and pretended it didn't hurt. I gave her several minutes to get used to me, then I pushed in her an inch. She tried to suppress an "Ow". She began to worry I was going to quit, so she reached up and started caressing my arms. Acouple of minutes later I pushed another inch in. Her tight little pussy was squeezing my dick like an iron fist. It hurt, but I was deeply aroused. I started working the little bit I had in. She was panting and moaning. I felt her relax a bit. I was able to get more in her. Finally, I was able to go balls deep. I paused acouple of times to kiss her and to prolong our love making. Finally, I reached the point of no return. I increased the frequency of my strokes. Finally, I pushed all the way in and pumped my love juice in her. The pulsing caught her by surprise and she gasped as I tried not to collapse entirely on her. A moment later, I softened and popped out of her. I felt our fluids gush out of her. We looked in each other's eyes. We laughed, then kissed. "It will get better", I promised, "it takes awhile for lovers to get used to each other." She answered with a kiss and a caress. Epilogue: Larissa became a daily part of my life. Her mother, among others, were aware that we were lovers. I wised up and started using condoms to keep from complicating our lives. The hotel job lasted another year. On her days off, Marie's older sister, Jen, got caught with a large amount of cocaine. She cut a deal with the cops. She threw Lela and her two assistants under the bus. Three of the fifty girls were charged with various offenses. Luckily, it was my day off. Larissa and I were fifty miles away. I did some tap dancing to avoid alcohol charges, telling the cops that I just did various tasks and heavy lifting for Lela. Lela could've thrown me under the bus, but she didn't. After a short stint in a real hotel, Ilsa, Larissa, and I moved into a house that I bought. Soon after, Ilsa became involved with a sugar daddy while she took classes at a community college. After a year, she landed an administrative job. Then, she married her sugar daddy. Larissa and I married right after her sixteenth birthday. Her mother gave her away at the wedding and a friend from school served as her matron of honor. The wedding party was small, only six people, but our reception was a party attended by family and some of the former hotel residents. A large time was had by all. After high school, Larissa plans on a vocational school-something medical. The End. 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IT'S IN THE BOOK by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Q: What danger is documented in the Bible, the Boy Scout Handbook, a French flipbook, the medical literature of the 19th Century, Ulysses, "Flossie, a Venus of Fifteen" and the writings of Mark Twain and Sigmund Freud? A: That of Onanism. The book "Onania; or, the Heinous Sin of Self-Pollution, and All Its Frightful Consequences in both Sexes, Considered, with Spiritual and Physical Advice to those, who have already injur'd themselves by this abominable Practice" was updated 19 times between 1710 and 1750, each edition longer than the previous. An excerpt from "Onanism and Nervous Disorders in Two Little Girls" in an 1881 medical journal "One night she succeeds in rubbing herself till the blood comes on the straps that bind her. Another time, caught in the act by the governess and unable to satisfy herself, she has one of her terrible fits of rage, during which she yells: 'I want to, oh how I want to! You can't understand, Mademoiselle, how much I want to do it!' Her memory begins to fail. She can no longer keep up with lessons. She has hallucinations all the time." Mark Twain conclusion of his 1879 "Some Thoughts on the Science of Onanism" lecture to the Stomach Club of Paris: "If you must gamble your lives sexually, don't play a lone hand too much." For the remainder of the references, you must read on. Though you needn't view them, I've posted a page of the Aunt Olivia's flipbook at http://images.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Hat.jpg and a drawing of Flossie and Capt. Archer at http://images.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Flossie.jpg. They look too old in the Swedish edition, however. The females in both pictures are holding canes. Did I mention Freud? IT'S IN THE BOOK I figured I'd invented it in the bath, rolling my penis between my palms until it got large and made me feel tingly. I feared that Mother would come in with a fresh kettle of hot water, but she never did. Later I learned to do it lying on my stomach, wiggling side-to-side under the comforter. As we had an electric machine for washing, I hoped that Mother wouldn't notice a few stains. Even if she saw evidence, I figured that Mothers wouldn't know about that sort of thing. It wasn't something you'd talk about. As far as I knew, I was the only practitioner. When my buddies and I went swimming, I'd eye theirs. Aware that I might have thickened mine too much, I'd be underwater in half a second. It was at church that I learned what I did had a name. Onan "spilled his seed upon the ground" to avoid impregnating his dead brother's wife. "The thing which he did displeased the Lord" and Onan was killed. Onanism angers God today as much as it did in Genesis times, according to Rev. Briggs. It didn't occur to me to doubt it, but I was confused about her being his sister-in-law. As I didn't want to go to hell, I resolved to cease, but still found myself prone to sin when I had extra time on my hands. "Scouting for Boys" contained dire warnings. "The practice is called self abuse and the result is that the boy after time becomes weak and nervous and shy." "A very large number of the lunatics in our asylums have made themselves ill by indulging in this vice although at one time they were sensible cheery boys like you." "Remember too that several awful diseases come from indulgence - one especially that rots away the inside of men's mouths, their noses and eyes." "He gets headaches and probably palpitation of the heart, and if he still carries it on too far he very often goes out of his mind and becomes an idiot." I did it less for a while as a Second Class Scout. By the time I was 14, I had it down to a compelling science. If need be, I could do it standing up. *** According to Mother, Grandpa and Grandma never quite knew what to do with Olivia. Their first daughter, Mother, graduated from high school, took a position at Anderson's Fine Apparel, sold my father an English cravat, married him and had me. Olivia, younger than Mother by six years, went to Indiana University and became a librarian, but never caught a husband. I figured being a librarian was why she wore glasses and maybe the glasses were why she was an old maid, thought I hardly thought she was very old. What seemed to be worse than not being wed was Olivia's un-remorse. In Mother's view, anyway, postponing marriage might make sense for a professional woman, but "already heading towards thirty," Olivia needed to be going to church socials where introductions might result. But instead, Olivia wrote poetry that didn't even rhyme. She showed me one about a sunflower that she said was God. I guess God could be a flower if He wanted to, but why would He do that? Mother told me that Olivia was an intellectual, which I wasn't sure was good or bad. As her nephew, I didn't see a problem with Olivia being an old maid. Who wouldn't want an aunt who spoils you? The birthday gift from Aunt Olivia would always be my favorite because she'd have researched what boys who came to the Library liked. One year she bought me an Erector Set. Another year it was a tweed tam o' shanter. It was my 15th birthday and Aunt Olivia was over for Sunday dinner. Mother insisted she get at least one proper meal per week. "You're just skin and bones!" mothering even to her sister. Aunt Olivia's present was an illustrated "Journey to the Center of the Earth" which I planned to begin yet that evening. Before she left, though, she signaled me back into the kitchen while Mother and Father were listening to the radio. She grinned and hushed her voice. "You're catching up with me, Buddy," squeezing my arm. "Seen one of these?" pulling a miniscule booklet out of her bag. I had, in fact. It was a flipbook, the kind that looks like a moving picture when you thumb the pages. Theodore had one showing a fellow juggle. "Sure." The cover gave no indication of the subject, but seeing the first page, I knew it was naughty. There was a lady, back to me, cane at her side, wearing but a man's cap, garters and heels. Wow! Would Theodore want to see this! "Go ahead. You're old enough," Aunt Olivia allowed. "Just don't tell where you got it." The lady wiggled her fanny and turned toward me bare-breasted, a triumph of black between her legs. Then she made a look as if to say, "Oh My," rubbed her cane and saluted me goodbye. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react. As Aunt Olivia showed it to me, she must not think it that bad. On the other hand, a boy shouldn't say much to his aunt. She relieved me of my quandary. "As they say over there, oo la la," bussing my cheek and bustling off to the parlor. She'd kissed me enough times before. This time, though, it left me feeling not like a baby. I'd get to "Journey to the Center of the Earth" third. First I wanted to study the lady. Second, I'd take some time tonight under my comforter. *** It was a few weeks later, another Sunday afternoon. Aunt Olivia suggested hiking to the oxbow, the channel forgotten by the river. We could take a couple of books, even. At the oxbow you might see a pair of otters also out for a Sunday afternoon, the difference being that they wouldn't have brought books. I've always liked the water. Mother thought the idea was fine. As we departed, younger sister winked at older. "Sunday afternoon, nobody else around. We'll be gone for a while." Mother blushed and shooed us along. Hiking through the cornfield, Aunt Olivia took my arm like I was some sort of Dapper Dan. "Boy Scout sir, would you help this old auntie cross the busy street?" I smiled, "I'll watch for runaway corn, ma'am." Heres one for you, Buddy, Aunt Olivia offered. Ill bet youre old enough to get it. If I werent, Id not admit it. So theres this girl who sells cigarettes on the Empire Express. Shes got a beau at every station, but the train only stops for ten minutes. What does she wire ahead? I dont know. Mate me at the station. I laughed and laughed, not because the joke was so great (but maybe it was), but rather in the swell of her considering me grown-up. Thats a good one, as nonchalantly as I could manage. We sat on the oxbow bank and watched the water, rippled in the afternoon sun. We both had books: me, a new one about Tom Swift and her, something involving a butler, Jeeves. She read me a few lines, but I didn't see why she thought it funny. The day was far too pleasant to while away reading. I flopped on my back to let the sun make the insides of my eyelids turn orange, and when I did so, Aunt Olivia lay back as well, head against my ribs. "You're my pillow so I can keep reading," propping her book where she could keep reading. When she laughed, it jiggled my lunch. In a minute, though, she took off her glasses. Then she did the most surprising thing, taking my hand and laying it on her stomach. I suppose that putting it there made as much sense as anywhere, given that it had to be somewhere. Now when she chuckled, her belly bounced my hand. We lay that way, just the pair of us and the sun overhead, my aunt rubbing the back of my hand ever so slightly. It felt comfortable, lying in the sun, nothing to do. Maybe I even napped. When a hint of breeze blew our way, we sat up to watch the water shimmer. I put my arm back far enough to steady us when Aunt Olivia leaned against mine. It's nice to watch the water with someone else. "It looks so cool I could just hop in!" my aunt laughed. "Sure does," I agreed, watching to the dragonflies. "Except for the frogs," she noted. "They're no problem," I spoke from experience. "They just swim away." She looked at the water, then back at me. "Well, we really could." "Bathing suits," thinking it rather obvious. She gave me a smile. "I'd go over behind the trees," nodding to the nearby poplars. I must have looked blank. "You'd have to close your eyes till I get in the water," she clarified. "Anyway, we're related," as if that made a difference. Turning to another surmountable difficulty, "Our hair will dry before we get back. No one will know. Can't beat a bob," fluffing hers. I didn't have time to think about logistics before she'd darted behind the poplars and, the brush being not all that solid, was pulling off her camisole, white through the greenery. Then I remembered to shut my eyes until I heard a splash. "Water's fine." There she was, dogpaddling toward the middle. I wasn't sure if I should take my turn behind the trees, but as she was facing away, I hurried off my clothes and was quickly in. As long as we weren't close, I wouldn't reveal something I shouldn't. Plus she'd left her glasses with her clothes. After a minute or two of acclimation, Aunt Olivia paddled closer. "Take that, landlubber!" splashing me with a sweep of her arm. I returned the volley, more effective than her delivery. "What we do to pirates in these here parts." The quality of our insults outweighed the quantity of our sloshes. When she kicked herself up to direct a two-handed drench, I saw her breasts. Just for a second, to be sure, but I absolutely saw them. Maybe the size of apples. Her nipples, pink like peppermint drops, stuck straight out. When you see something like that, you remember. If she recognized her exposure, I wasn't sure. Probably not. In any case, it wasn't something you'd discuss. After we'd each claimed oceanic victory, we paddled in opposite directions to regain our breath. At least I thought opposite directions. When I turned to see, though, there she was, following. "Maybe I went at it a little too heartily," her grin belying remorse. "Don't worry," unsure if she suspected what I'd seen. "Anyway, it doesn't matter," and scissor-kicked high enough to re-expose them. "As long as it's just us two." It's one thing to see breasts at a distance, but up close I could even see her goose-bumps. How could I not notice? I guess if it didn't matter to her, though, maybe it shouldn't matter to me. Like she said, we're related. After we splashed a bit more, her breasts carefreely unsubmerging with each delivery, Aunt Olivia headed for the bank. As she didn't say to cover my eyes, I watched her emerge bare-butted. While she redressed behind the trees, I darted to my clothes. I've no idea if she peeked. Walking back to the house, she didn't take my arm like an old auntie, but rather swung my hand until we were in sight of the house. Then she gave me a kiss. The way she did it pushed her blouse against my chest and I knew exactly what was under that blouse. *** It rained the following Sunday and Aunt Olivia and I were in the carriage shed, looking at Fathers new Ford automobile. He said it was to give him a jump in sales, but we all knew that Mother wanted him to sport her around, so they needed a few layers of excuse. Aunt Olivia and I both wanted to learn to drive, but she said that I was too young and I said that she was a girl and we swatted each other with our caps. Mine was the tweed. Hers was a sailor style from Sears & Roebuck. After declaring armistice, she looked at the automobile's controls. "So maybe we could teach each other." Fine by me. We shared the driver's seat, deducing which apparatus did what. Between us, we pretty much knew. "Want another birthday present?" after we'd discussed the choke. That surprised me. "Sure." "A real kiss?" A what? Taking off her glasses, she cupped my chin in her palm and rubbed her nose against mine. "Eskimo style, maybe?" she whispered, pretending to shiver and pushing against me as she'd done the week before. Instinct was my guide. When she hooked the back of my neck with her hand and her mouth brushed the side of mine, I kissed in return. It wasn't as if I'd planned to. "So maybe you already know," she giggled. "Not really," somewhat emboldened, even if it was only my aunt. We tried it again. Her lips felt smooth. "The thing about a kiss is that there's usually more to it," after we'd touched tongues. "If you touch me just a tiny bit, maybe I won't mind, as long as we keep kissing." I wasn't sure what that meant. "Like this," resting my hand against her side. Through her sweater I could feel her ribs. "I never said you could, though," leaning back against the upholstery. "Like I said, when a girl gets kissed, she doesn't mind what else's happening." My hand was but an inch from her breast. What if I accidentally leaned my wrist inward not to far while I gave her my best kiss? "But if we're going to drive this thing," shunting aside my unspoken urge, "you need to hold the wheel." I took the diver's seat and pretended to steer while she perched on my lap, reaching over my arms to move the gears. When one of us would vigilantly spot a roadway impediment, we'd skillfully skirt collision. "Cow!" and I'd steer sharply left while she punched at the levers. "I think you hit his tail," she accused, bouncing with the swerve, her hair bushing my nose as her arms pulled mine against the sides of her chest. I tried to shift the blame for the deceased bovine. "You're working the brakes, not me." She settled lower into my lap. "Just keep your eyes on the road." "Elephant!" Breaking for the pachyderm tipped her against the wheel, her bust against the sides of my thumbs. "Don't move," she whispered. "I read that elephants are very dangerous if you startle them," her breathing perceptible as recurrent pressure on my hands. She may have been my big aunt, but her nipples were like little thimbles. "He escaped from the circus," explained Aunt Olivia as I sat motionless and powerless while her soft bottom molded my swelling lump. "We're good drivers," she affirmed when we parked exactly where we started. *** Aunt Olivia mouthed, "Swimming?" as we cleared the table the following Sunday. Apparently my parents needn't know. "Now?" following her lead about voice. She nodded. "We're going reading again," she explained to Mother. "We'll be at least an hour," and Mother blushed just like she had two weeks earlier. Away from the house, Aunt Olivia took my hand. "Come on, silly, like we're off to an ice cream social and I'm your special gal." An aunt's not your gal, of course, but none of my buddies were around. "They don't get many afternoons alone," she reflected about my parents. "We'll take lots of time." Maybe she was referring to my parents making love, I realized, what everyone's parents had done, but probably not that much and probably not during the day. Anyway, it wasn't my business. When we arrived at the oxbow, Aunt Olivia darted from the trees to the water before I'd finished with my shirt. But rather than paddling away, however, she hunched in the shallows to await me. "Water's fine," splashing her face and hardly trying to submerge her top. "Just a minute," I stalled, acting as if my belt were complicated. She didn't move on. I delayed another moment, recognizing that my fumbling must look odd. "I left my glasses on my clothes," she pledged. Not knowing what else to do, I dropped my trousers, hopped out of my drawers and dashed, penis flopping until I could swim past her to the middle. "Wait up!" Aunt Olivia breaststroked my way, fanny bobbing, and did a sideways roll. For a moment I saw a fluffed darkness between her legs. Then she sank back down to stand where the water was shoulder deep. "Hold my shoulders 'cause it's slippery," as if nothing had happened. As long as I steadied her from behind while she maneuvered along the muddy bottom, she couldn't see me. But when she'd slip, her fanny sometimes brushed. At least she couldn't see my penis, but was that better or worse than bumping it? Thank heavens the oxbow was cold and I hadn't gotten big. Heading shoreward, she took my hand. Wading side-by-side, I could see both her wavy blackness and my bobbing whiteness below the surface. She looked as well. "My glasses are just for reading," she grinned. Then her hands were all-of-a-sudden around my back. Her breasts, surprisingly hard in the cold water, were slippery. When my penis touched her stomach, she rose on her toes, making her hands and nipples and my penis our five points of contact. Then she let me go and retook my hand. At least we're related, I mollified my modesty as we waded forward, her matted tangle and my yet-shriveled penis emerging into the sun. "It's just how we're built," she assured, reading my mind. "Pretty interesting, the difference." I didn't like being so interesting, though. "Can we get dressed?" "Sure. Can't let those silly frogs see us." Her clothes were behind the trees, but it didn't make any difference where she changed. *** Sitting to sun-dry our hair, I tried to hide the front of my trousers. A reaction's not the sort of thing you can control when you're remembering. "Girls are why it gets that way," she reflected matter-of-factly, hardly looking. "And I'm a girl." I guess I'd never thought it would be a topic of conversation. Certainly not a topic of conversation with an aunt. "Ever see a woman undressed before?" she pursued. "Besides me, I mean." I shook my head. "Me neither. A fellow, I mean." That maybe she'd been nervous, too, caught me by surprise. "So I'm not too sure what to do now." That she didn't know either made me feel more grown-up. "Aunt Olivia?" I ventured. "Yeah?" "Want a kiss?" not too sure if she'd think me old enough. "I'd love one," leaning back and smiling. I'd only intended to lean down, not being pulled. When her thigh pressed my boner, I thought maybe I'd better stop, but she kept kissing. When her leg rolled the other direction, maybe I even rolled back a little. It felt so familiar. That I might climax didn't occur to me until it was far too late. I tried to not change my kissing, but the fact that she held me tightest when I came suggested she knew exactly. *** Swinging on the porch that evening, Aunt Olivia gave me a conspiratorial prod in the ribs. "You made love against my leg, didn't you?" "What?" "You know, in your pants." "No," I fibbed. "I could tell, Buddy. You think it's bad to masturbate?" The word I knew very well, but answering put me in an awkward position. It's not something you talk about. If I said yes, I'd be sounding like Rev. Briggs. If I said no, I'd be admitting that I'd done it. "It's bad for your health," my Scout Handbook answer. "Easing your glands helps your complexion," Aunt Olivia countered, stroking my cheek. "It does?" "Your cheeks are so rosy," half-whispered, but ominously appending, "But for cheery boys like you, dubbing off causes nose rot," twisting my nose before I could mount defense. Nose rot? "Hey, silly! Just spoofing. The Library has your Scout Handbook." I was sure that Baden Powell, our founder, hadn't meant for females to read it. "Everything's in a book," she spoke with authority. "Sure it didn't happen?" "Maybe just a little bit," I confessed. You can tell your aunt a few things you can't tell your mother. Especially an aunt who swims naked. "They say it makes us imbeciles," her finger hooked in the side of her mouth to give the impression of lunacy. I laughed nervously. Girls? "Freud says it's a temporary stop, a way to get ready for co-operative interaction," she continued. "Who's Freud?" "A doctor who likes canes." "What's co-oper...?" "Mating, silly," and pinched my nose again to change the subject. "Heard about Ulysses?" "The sailor?" thinking of the hollow horse. "By James Joyce. The hero masturbates. You might not follow it, though. Anyway, they don't sell the book here as it's rather modern." A book where someone wanks? "There're books easier to read," she decided. "Stop by the Library." *** If she hadn't acted like masturbation was so normal, I'd never have stopped by. Librarian Olivia slipped me a book not from the shelves, but from her desk drawer, a volume wrapped in newsprint. "No due date," she winked. "It's about girls, too. Better hide it under your mattress." I opened the wrapping on the way home -- "Flossie, a Venus of Fifteen". The author was "One Who Knew this Charming Goddess and Worshipped at Her Shrine." I'd enough sense to re-wrap it until I got to my room. That night I read it all the way through. Capt. Archer meets 15-year-old Flossie while strolling in Piccadilly Circus and is smitten by her breasts. Flossie's guardian, Miss Eva Letchford, allows the captain to be her ward's companion, provided she remains a virgin. The captain, a man of honor, and Flossie, a girl of amazing immodesty, keep the pledge in the most satisfying ways. I realized what Aunt Olivia meant when she said it's about girls, too. The captain masturbated Flossie lots of ways. I also realized that Aunt Olivia knew what I did in my bed, maybe just not how often. Librarian aunts know too much. Even the best place to stash it. *** Taking a book to the oxbow was by now our Sunday habit. "How 'bout bringing the Flossie one," my aunt suggested. "Maybe my one about baseball," I countered. How could your read Flossie with your aunt there, even if she'd given it to you? "Suit yourself, Babe Ruth." If anything, my folks acted increasingly pleased with our outings. "You two bookworms, at least you're getting some sunshine out of it," Mother encouraged. In a real change of Sunday routine, Mother was heating bathwater as we left. "They say more kids come from a Sunday afternoon than a Saturday night," my aunt smiled as we walked. I sort of understood, but didn't say so. We swam as if we'd always done it naked. She was right, I realized, it's fine if you're related. Afterwards we lay side-by-side, the sun warming our bare backs, her ankle crossed over mine for communication. I'd made our shirts into a blanket so we'd not get scratched. "It gets big when you think of Flossie," she declared as though I'd announced why I was staying on my stomach, except it wasn't Flossie I was thinking about. How could she tell? "I'm not thinking of anything," unsure what to do. "So sun your front then," nudging my hip. "Don't want to." "I'm just your aunt." now sitting up and boldly trying to reach around my stomach. I knew what she was after. Further flattening was my only defense. It's hard, though, to not be rolled when your legs are straight. I protested, "No fair!" as she reached between my legs. Librarians know about everything, even a guy's balls. "I'll be careful," she promised, fingers now around them. If I closed my legs, she'd turn me flat on my back in seconds flat. Knees apart or knees together, she had me. I didn't buy her promise, "Relax and you'll like it," but she was being careful, I realized. I didn't relax, that's for sure, but it didn't hurt or anything. "Now little Flossie's going to masturbate Capt. Archer," she cooed, coaxing her hand up and around me. "It's private," appealing to mercy. "Being naked's private and we're naked." "That's different," though I wasn't sure exactly why. "Just lift up and I'll hardly see," she insisted. That I doubted. Maybe I was just the more stubborn. Maybe she didn't realize how quickly a hand around your boner makes resistance fade. "Okay, not till you want me to," she conceded. But then the stipulation: "You do it to me, then." "Do what?" "Masturbate me," as if it were a reasonable request. "Like Capt. Archer did to Flossie." You can't touch your aunt down there! "Come on, Buddy," lying at my side. "It's easy." Maybe you can touch your aunt down there, if she says so. I had to roll to face her, but she kept her promise; not starting on me again when she saw my boner. "It's a big one," she affirmed before rolling on her back, taking my free hand and pressing it into her hair. It felt wiry. Once she'd put my hand there, it seemed okay to leave it. "Down here," pushing me into the dip where her flesh was warm, soft and slippery. "Just a finger. It doesn't hurt any," guiding me inward, pulling me back and doing it again. This was something I shouldn't do. But it sure was something to be doing! "And I'm still a virgin," she declared, pushing me deeper and raising her hips. Actually, it was rather easy. It has to do with staying slow plus pushing your palm down when you're all the way in. "Kiss me," was her final instruction. She'd said to kiss while I touched her breasts the first time. Girls must like to not be able to say stop. I wasn't sure how many times I should slide in, but figured she'd let me know. When she pushed her knee my way, I let myself rub against it. All of a sudden she sucked in and held her breath. "Oooh," she managed before her next push. Then she was just bouncing, me trying to hold her down, penetrating deeper. Aunt Olivia's face was flushed and her breath was ragged. Her eyes were open, but I don't know what she was looking at. She was biting her lower lip. I'd have been worried if it weren't clear that she wanted me to do it. "Good!" she ruled after a particularly emphatic sigh, her face flushed with exertion. I knew she'd climaxed because she looked like I felt when I masturbated. More so, since there were two of us making it happen. "You ready now?" after smiling a lot. "For what?" "Doing it to you." I'd hardly an argument when she took me in hand. She fairly well guessed how to pump. Probably read it, I suppose. When I began to lose control, though, she let go to rub against me with the mound between her legs. I was worried about getting her wet, but she didn't seem to mind. Not many aunts would be so casual about the mess afterwards, declaring as she wiped it off, "It's in the book." "What is?" "Letting it happen outside so we don't make a baby." "Oh." It hadn't occurred to me that I might do otherwise. *** Over the string of Sundays, we got really good. I'd stashed a piece of tarp at the oxbow so we wouldn't get itchy. If it looked to thundershower, we'd get in the Ford automobile. You can do it sitting. In either case, my parents encouraged our afternoon absence. "We're the best thing to happen to them," said my aunt. "Not many grownups take baths every Sunday after dinner." I knew what she meant, but still didn't like thinking of them naked in the tub in broad daylight. By now I shouldn't have been surprised when Aunt Olivia read my mind. "I'll bet it's really nice that way. Sometime when they're out, you can give me a bath, too." *** The summer's heat had broken with the corn harvest. We were side-by-side, nude and lazily spooning. She hardly ever used her hand any more, other than to get me started. Once we'd get going, bodies rub both ways. The nice thing about the start, though, was how we could still watch each other. "Buddy?" She used thumb and forefinger to travel my boner top to bottom. "Yeah?" "We've been making love our private way, right?" letting it flop on my stomach and then starting over. "I guess." "So why be virgins?" turning her inspection from my penis to my eyes. Her manner of asking said she wanted an opinion. "I donno." "Maybe it's different for you," she persisted. "Boys can just go pay some lady a couple of dollars." I didn't realize that she knew about Sanders St. Some of my buddies had gone there and acted like they were so smart. I wasn't scared or anything; I just didn't want to one of those ladies looking at me. Aunt Olivia was fine, though. "You think it's bad?" she continued, tightening the draw. "What?" "To make love the real way," beginning the constant strokes. "I donno," wondering how long I'd last. Probably not long. There's no way to stop any aunt who knows how. On the other hand, there's no way to hurry an aunt who wants to take all afternoon. "Well, Flossie wasn't about modern times. I think it's absolutely natural, don't you?" and with that sat up and straddled my knees. "Hey!" I protested. "You want to stay a virgin?" she challenged, scooting up to where my penis pressed her wetness. "No, but..." Her "Me neither" didn't quell my nervousness, but it was already too late, as she was pushing down. What was I to do? Slipping in was as automatic as it had become with my finger, just warmer. "Don't! I can't keep from..." I warned. But Aunt Olivia made me slide inward. I wanted her to make me. I'd thought she was finger size, but this way she was the capacity of my boner. And now I wanted to help it happen. When she put her hands on my shoulders, I steadied her sides. I guess we both sensed the importance of keeping ourselves centered. Once we found our rhythm, it was maybe just five or six thrusts before she bit her lower lip. Biting the lip must have to do with first times. Probably my face looked as odd, but how would I know? I guess the way we pushed together said that we both wanted to stop being virgins pretty bad. I pulled her forward and she was probably as surprised as I when we rolled over to make me the one working downward. We helped each other before, but never in anything as athletic. I'd been able to hold off coming until she was ready and I expect she'd done the same for me. But now we just wanted to do it and do it. A thought dashed through my mind: Father doing to Mother at this very minute what I was doing to Mother's sister. If my aunt had it right, it's what they did when we went off. In the bathtub? Their bed? I'd never quite pictured it, but now I did. For being so new, it suddenly didn't seem that strange. Coming inside a girl's really different from just shooting in the air or against her skin. Inside, there's the softness all around. Even if I'd remembered about making a baby, I'd have stayed inside. Even if she'd remembered, she'd have kept me there. We'd always enjoyed our battles, splashing like pirates, swatting one another with our caps, whatever. Making love was the ultimate win for both of us. We had to finish the right way. Not many boys have their aunt for their first lover. Not many boys are their aunt's first lover. Not many aunts and boys do it by the oxbow with the frogs watching. "Hey, Buddy?" a bit later, our bodies yet learning about the other. "Un-hmm?" "Co-operative interaction, right?" "It's in your book," granting credit, if a bit flippant, pleased to be no longer a virgin. I'd never say who because she's my aunt, but as my buddies endlessly exaggerated their Sanders St. episodes, I'd know that mine was a virgin. "Not the specifics," reflected my aunt, hooking my calves with her heels so I'd stay mounted. "Maybe I need to write one myself." "A book?" "I like books. I'd use your voice," sounding like a librarian. "Huh? "How a boy would see it." My crestfallen look must have proclaimed my deflation. The thought of somebody reading about the oxbow was devastating, not because it was about me (though the betrayal would hurt), but because the boys who read it would pretend that they were the character, just like I did when Capt. Archer made Flossie orgasm in the parlor. The boys who read Aunt Olivia's would see her naked. Boys I don't even know would imagine that she was their aunt, not mine. She'd be masturbating them, not me, before they mated her. Probably they'll do it even better than me because they're older. Afterwards they'd snicker about Aunt Olivia, just like the guys do about the ladies on Sanders St., how they made them do nasty things and how much they loved it. I, Buddy, her only real nephew, wanted to be special for her, doing something special just we two wanted to do together. Aunt Olivia must have sensed my disappointment. She cradled my head against the softness of her breast, "Not for real, silly," her voice softening. She stroked my cheek. "There're lots of books about making love, but they're just books. I love your cheery cheeks. You and me, Buddy, we're a real story." *** Dedicated to my nephew, Lt. Buddy C., USNR, July 8, 1911 -- May 13, 1943 Olivia T. THE END Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an earlier version. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. Holly

MISS ELSIE'S HOUSECOAT by Holly Rennick, adapted from "1942" by Jenny Wanshel AUTHOR'S NOTES Jenny Wanshel's writings were my introduction to erotica. My entry into the genre was a re-writing of her BOY MAGNETS into my WRITER'S NOTEBOOK for which she was kind enough to offer encouragement. Now some years later, I'm trying my hand at expanding a portion of Jenny's "1942," written to welcome the new millennium. The epilogue I've left in Jenny's words. I could fiddle with some verbs, but I'm a sucker for romance. Thank you, Jenny. MISS ELSIE'S HOUSECOAT Micronesia, November 26, 1942, Thanksgiving Lieutenant O'Connor disappeared trying to cross the reef. Perhaps it was his boots that pulled him under when the surf upended the launch, but in any case he vanished. Miss Elsie held back the boys who wanted to swim to the officer's rescue. She grabbed them by the shoulders, the arms, the hair, but ultimately it was her shrieking that dissuaded them from likewise perishing. There were ten on the sand, nine boys from Palua Secondary School and Miss Elsie, their teacher. She'd had no idea where Palua was when she responded to the, "English teacher. Two-year contract. Transportation provided," in Language Arts. The school turned out to be in the far Pacific, a boarding institution for the children of expats who didn't foresee the world coming their way under the banner of a rising sun. When the Japanese spotter flew over their vessel -- the M.V. Tammerville, a grime-encrusted inter-islander pressed into evacuation duties -- Elsie had barely time to button her housecoat before she, her boys and their naval escort piled into the launch. "Safer on land," the Tammerville captain ordered, pointing to the nearest land. "Goddam' Japs. Sorry, ma'am," leaving Elsie unsure if the apology was for the language, the war or the island. No naval officer, this captain, she allowed, but if anyone could dodge the Japs, he'd be the guy. There might have been Palua Secondary girls with them, but they'd sailed the week before. For the best, thought Elsie, as she hadn't the wherewithal to serve also as chaperone. As they approached shore, Lt. O'Connor assured his charges that the island, uninhabited and of no strategic uniqueness, wouldn't be occupied. Stay in the trees and the Navy will slip back to retrieve "you sailors" in a couple of weeks, the boys picking up on "you sailors." As the lieutenant pointed out, they'd be well placed to gather intelligence for the Allied effort. The boys weren't the only passengers impressed by the officer. He wasn't wearing a ring, and a few days' watching the sea would allow Elsie to better make his acquaintance. Not that anything would come of it, but at least she'd have someone with whom to chat. Lt. O'Connor beached them safely and died trying to retrieve the jettisoned drum of survival supplies -- the axe, the tinned meat, the matches. Why did the Tammerville carry such a drum, ready on the deck, Elsie wondered? Ships go down more often these days, she supposed. The irony was that the drum later washed onto the sand. Lt. O'Connor dead on the ocean bed for no purpose and Miss Elsie and her boys alone on the island. Alone, but at least alive. "God help us." Rescue was promised soon, she told herself, but what if the Japanese arrived sooner? "God help us," she repeated in case He'd missed the first request. As there'd yet to be a flash on the horizon, maybe the Tammerville was yet steaming. The vessel's grime might provide camouflage. If not, it no longer had its launch. The ten awaited the onset of darkness, ten forlorn souls cold and wet. Thanksgiving, 1942, Elsie reflected as she tried to rest against a poking rock. "God help us," in case He'd also missed the second. November 27, 1942 Dawn brought the sun, an opportunity to assess their situation. Hungry and exhausted, but still the teacher, Miss Elsie had to get a grip, to take charge. They'd need shelter, food, fresh water. They'd need some kind of a latrine, not something the boys wouldn't think of, but the exact sort of thing to establish a semblance of order. She was no lieutenant, but teachers know about order. "As Jess is oldest, he'll be my sergeant," Miss Elsie announced to all. Kids know each other's ages, she figured, a fair enough way to choose a leader. The boys discussed whether Jess could be a sergeant, given that Lt. O'Conner had been a Navy man, but Miss Elsie ruled that as it was all the Armed Forces, her assistant's rank was her decision. "Now Jess, you know what we need: a latrine." "Yes, ma'am," in the manner of a sergeant. The boys built shelters from palm fronds. Scouts back home, reflected Miss Elsie, would have never seen a palm tree. For their teacher, they built a lean-to some yards distant. She was appreciative for the privacy, but unsure about island fauna, was glad it wasn't farther. A stream provided ample water. Stones thrown at the treetops failed to loosen the coconuts, but those already fallen could be opened with the axe. The island must once have been inhabited, they guessed, given the variety of fruit. The latrine could wait until tomorrow, Miss Elsie decided. We're rather like Wendy and the lost boys, she decided, today's situation seeming a bit less precarious than that of yesterday. Her housecoat wasn't designed to be a dress, of course, but she guessed it wasn't that different. Pasted to her since coming ashore, and even with her slip, it did little to disguise the lines of her girdle and the thrust of her brasserie, but sooner or later she'd dry out. That evening they made a fire, far enough into the greenery that a passing ship wouldn't notice, but big enough to stave off the night. As the boys didn't want to sing, however, Miss Elsie couldn't come up with what to do until she thought of a vocabulary contest. "Who can make up a sentence using both 'principle' and 'principal?'" "The lieutenant told us to spy," the boys countered, suggesting a guessing game involving warship identification. "The Navy needs properly written reports," trumping their objection. As none of the boys could distinguish "principle" from "principal," however, like singing, her contest fizzled and at the end it involved how many guns has a cruiser? Across the embers, Elsie felt the eyes on her housecoat. "Well boys, it looks like we're all in this war," to redirect their thoughts. "I'm not afraid," Jess declared, his hairless chest gleaming in the firelight. Why his attire was just a pair of trousers, Miss Elsie didn't know, other than perhaps like her, he'd had no time to grab his valise when they took to the launch. "Me neither," the others chorused, though Miss Elsie suspected otherwise. "We're all scared a little," she suggested, with which no one disagreed. On her bed of fronds, Elsie tossed and turned and finally rid herself of her girdle. Some things just don't make a lot of sense when you're marooned, she recognized. It was only a short while when TJ, her youngest charge, came crying. She knew from the school records that TJ stood for Thomas James, but no one called him that. Maybe it was their aloneness or maybe it was because TJ seemed as scared as she was -- she couldn't sort it out -- but for whatever reason, the rest seemed suddenly distant. Home. Their school. Lt. O'Connor. Even the other boys. "It's okay, TJ. We've got each other," drawing him against her, the one who was near. A kiss followed. Just a tiny one to the edge of his cheek, a way to tell him that rescue would come. It must have done some good, for his tears ceased and she understood his kiss in return. Is this okay, thought Elsie? But not before she'd kissed him again. Maybe it came from being so far from the rest of the world, she wondered, but what can be wrong with a kiss? A boy his age wouldn't think of other things. Not with a teacher, anyway. Maybe it's okay, she allowed. He can't read my mind. From there it was a multitude of caresses. At first he seemed not to understand what she wanted, but once she ran her tongue into his mouth, he seemed to like it and did the same in return. Why she let him, she wasn't sure, but how many teachers are so alone? In the end, though, she turned away and let his warmth ease her to sleep. In the small hours Elsie was awakened by a hand on her back. At first disoriented, then realizing that it was TJ, it's good to have someone near, she decided, someone who'll massage your shoulders. She was picturing her home, her tea set -- so many thoughts strung one on another -- when the hand slipped under her elbow. She thought to pull away, but at a time like this, a boy like TJ needs to be close to someone, too. She was surprised when the hand moved onto the edge of her breast, but again didn't impede it. The teacher in her of course couldn't allow it to remain, but at the same time, another part of her wanted to raise her arm. The teacher in her said to act awake, but another part of her said to remain as if she were still asleep. Emotions become confused in the darkness. Thank goodness she'd kept on her brasserie. TJ was gone when she awoke. He didn't want the others to know he'd been crying, Elsie figured, and slept beside the teacher. The kissing was best forgotten, she told herself, but not before passing her palm across her housecoat to see how she must have felt. That's when she noticed that the buttons were misaligned. Oh my! her nipples suddenly erect. So many emotions become confused and some of them make even less sense in the light of day. TJ? The boy who came crying? The boy whom she kissed? The boy who...? Oh my! She was careful to choose the moment, but at last finding TJ alone, approached him from behind and put a hand on his shoulder. "Feel better today, TJ," pulling him toward her. "Lots, Miss Elsie," resting against her housecoat until a classmate came into sight. November 28, 1942 Distressed by yesterday's difficulty distinguishing "principle" from "principal," Miss Elsie led the boys in a game of Homonyms. "Okay, 'close,' as in, 'Close the door.' Give me a homonym." "Clothes, like what you wear." "Excellent. How about 'knight,' like of the Round Table? Homonym, please." "Night, like when you're asleep." It worked quite well, letting them shout the answers. They made their midday meal of coconut meat, but now with roasted breadfruit. The food-gatherers promised to bring back a larger quantity if it didn't make anyone sick. After policing their campsite -- cleanliness being next to godliness, a sound principle. "'Principle' or 'principal,' boys?" which some correctly answered -- the boys set off to explore the stream. If nothing else, the channel provided a path to the interior and as Miss Elsie reminded them, a route back. When the explorers failed to reappear in what Elsie deemed a timely manner -- she'd no watch, but it seemed far too long -- she followed the watercourse and after a scramble, came upon the explorers swimming in a pool at the foot of a banyan. By the clothing strewn on the bank, she realized she shouldn't be there, but before she could turn back, one of them caught sight of her. "Want to join us, Miss Elsie. The water's nice," to which another added, "If you don't mind a few eels," at which the others splashed him into silence. "Perhaps not," averting her eyes and passing by as if she'd a further destination. Finding an upper pool where she could herself bathe, she entered the water. Not like the boys, of course, but sans housecoat. Warming herself on the rocks afterwards, she must have dozed, for it was a boy's voice that woke her. "Hi, Miss Elsie. We didn't want you to get lost." Fortunately she was on her stomach and her slip, being a full one, provided some degree of modesty. She supposed that the cut of her panties was noticeable, but at least the boys couldn't gawk at her brasserie. "You can go back with us," suggested another. "I'll come later, but thanks for checking," as she appreciated their concern. No reason to begrudge their little reward, as after all, they're still boys. That night several felt ill, but no one thought it was the breadfruit. Elsie was up past midnight, a nurse with a soothing hand, and finally all were asleep except for Richard, the one who'd joked of eels. "Were there really eels?" "Sort of." "Oh my!" "Not the kind that bites." She thought on that one. "Maybe I need a protector," rubbing the back of his neck. Of course she could sleep alone -- she'd done it forever -- but TJ made last night so much better. "Sure thing, Miss Elsie," Richard's assurance. Richard smoothed himself a place on her fronds, cozied up behind and the two talked of topics as weighty as the wages of war and as frivolous as the tracks of crabs. Yes, she realized, TJ made last night so much better, but it wasn't just his presence. Had he gone on to touch her breast? He was far too young to know how it might seem to a girl, but even still, he was old enough to unbutton her housecoat. Flitting between prudence and stirrings, restraint and excitement, Elsie was almost asleep when tonight's hand ventured forward. Just like TJ, she told herself as the buttons came undone. Again she could have intervened, but as they were all her boys, it wouldn't be right to treat them differently. Teachers know not to do that. But oh my! Tonight's Richard wasn't last night's TJ, the distinction apparent when a second hand drew her slip upward, Oh my. He can see my panties! Elsie realized, but what's a teacher to do? When he unfastened her brassiere, she knew she shouldn't have arched her back and when he spread the straps outward, she knew she shouldn't have hunched her shoulders. She crossed her hands between her legs as he lifted the cups. Oh my! What he must be able to see now! Bathed in the starlight, she lay motionless as fingers encompassed her north, south, east and west before ascending to her nipple, hard like a peanut. Oh my! But thank goodness he thinks I'm asleep. In fact, Elsie must have ended up so, for the stars seemed brighter when next she awoke. It took her a moment to register the situation, but when she felt the weight above her and felt the underpants wedging and re-wedging into hers, she knew exactly. "Blunt instrument" came to mind, something she'd picked up from dime detective novels, but still garbed in his underpants, Richard's wasn't the lethal variety. She knew about erections -- from second-hand accounts, anyway -- but until now she'd thought the tales to be exaggerations. Richard seemed in a hurry -- she supposed that he was worried about her awakening -- and when he jerked, she felt the seep from his underpants into hers. Her college roommate, a nursing major, had shown her an illustration of the little wigglies with long tails and Elsie could imagine them now wondering where they were supposed to go. In retrospect, Elsie was self-impressed that she'd so promptly discerned his intention. It's not the sort of thing that one reads about in dime novels, not the ones on the drug store rack, anyway. The object's bluntness wasn't the giveaway, of course; it was the resultant damp spot on her panties. Not much to it, she deemed, not for the girl, anyway, unless maybe he took more time. She rather liked the idea of him ejaculating. As she'd been stalwart in her charade of sleep, he'd never know she sensed the liquid. November 29, 1942 It occurred to Miss Elsie that word squares might be a fun activity for school. Letters in the sand. The boys, at first dubious about a word game, pursued victory with a vengeance. The winning word square: E A R E Y E L E D Miss Elsie liked the use of "eye" and "aye," as in "Aye, aye, sir," plus she could remind the boys about "led," while the past tense of "lead," is pronounced like "lead," the metal. English has its problems. By how they elbowed one another, she could tell that they took delight in "eel," but thought it best to act dumb regarding the matter. That night, it was decided that Tom would act as protector. Miss Elsie thought she knew the routine -- not that she agreed, of course, but the hand from behind was indeed compelling. It seemed to take forever before Tom opened her housecoat, but maybe that was because, she feared, her sleep maybe wasn't that convincing. When he lifted her slip, it wasn't the brush of breeze that caused her to shiver. The hand resting on her panties wasn't in the bargain, however. Only on the waistband, but most definitely her panties. When the hand began to travel, at first back and forth and then lower and lower, she knew that he was sensing her. Should she struggle? Of course she should, but that would be when there was hope for help. Till morning, she knew, there'd be just Tom. Maybe if she shouted something like, "Tiger!" the other boys would come, but then they'd see she was lying and go back to their shelters. When the finger began to resemble what she knew herself, up and down, yet bolder and bolder, she realized that this boy knew females, how they worked. It was his doing, not hers, she argued with herself, but a teacher should never let this happen, not even at a time like now. Oh, to sink into the sand! If Tom's press hadn't so closely mimicked the way she herself started, she'd not have let him continue. But oh my! So quickly it felt so natural. Oh my! Tom, she wanted to tell him. It had never occurred to her that another, much less a schoolboy, could do what she'd learned as a girl in the bath. How he'd gained such knowledge, she cared not to speculate, but this student so obviously knew what his teacher needed. Needed? No, she told herself, not at a time like this. Their situation's too precarious. As the teacher, she'd so many responsibilities. This sort of need isn't as important. But at least the others were sleeping. It wasn't as if she'd something else to do. Who would ever know? The boys have their sports, their jokes about eels, their camaraderie, but what's there for a teacher? Maybe it helps to be on an island. Don't, Tom, she wanted to say, as he slipped under the cotton. Don't, Tom, she wanted to say, spreading to help. Don't, Tom, she wanted to say, her wetness welling. "Where's my little peek-a-boo," she imagined Tom's finger calling. "Waiting here, for only you," her peek-a-boo would answer. "Come out, my friend, so we may play." "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, I say." A naughty little ditty she'd written as a girl, though she knew that tiny part of her must have an actual name. A silly little ditty for which she'd never rhymed a proper last line. Her very first poem. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, I say," Elsie recited to herself over and over as the all-knowing finger brought her to climax. "Oh yes," as Tom massaged her neck, though she wasn't sure if was just a thought or something spoken. Had he only masturbated her, she'd have felt awkward, but his doing her neck afterwards told her it was good. Oh my! Elsie shied away from Tom the next morning, but when they crossed paths by the stream, he acted as if last night was within the allowable. "Sleep okay, Miss Elsie?" "I did," inadvertently adding, "Thanks." "I've got a sister," his reply at first not making sense. After a moment, though, it seemed to confirm an earlier speculation. Tom's sister would be older, she bet. November 30, 1942 Miss Elsie attempted a discussion about Tom Sawyer, but quickly realized that her students had Tom confused with Huckleberry Finn. She understood their error, as the tales have similarities. Samuel Clemens, she informed them, first wrote Tom Sawyer and from it came Huckleberry Finn, a darker piece. What do you mean, darker? they asked and that led to further discussion, what every English teacher strives for. Dinner: fruit and fish, but a bigger fish with fewer bones. Or maybe it was that the boys were by now better at cooking on a stick. That evening's protector was Jess. "I get to because I'm the ranking boy," as he snuggled behind. "Get to what?" Elsie was confused, not by the hand so quickly to her housecoat-- she'd expected that much, though not until she feigned sleep -- but by his vagueness of verb. Just because she'd let Tom masturbate her didn't mean that all could. "You know," Jess clarified. "Ball you." "What?" "You know. The hoochie coochie." His matter-of-factness startled her. Was he suggesting sexual intercourse? Considering the context, yes. "That's rape and I'll tell the Navy!" alarmed by the thought. If the Navy returns, that is. "We're betting you won't." Who's this "we," she wondered? "Won't what?" not knowing how to respond. "Think of it like that." Think of it as rape? Not wishing to discuss the definition, she tried another tack. "I'll fail you," wishing it were daylight when the teaching profession would have better respect. You can't have sex with your teacher, not as long as she's in charge and the island needs someone in charge. On that matter, Miss Elsie was perfectly clear. "I'm your sergeant." "That doesn't make you my..." but she couldn't think the correct noun. "I'll just go in part way in," Jess offered, cupping her from behind as if to gage her heartbeat. Her pulse was indeed rapid, she realized, too unfocused to displace the hand before it had undone the top buttons. "Part way?" feeling her housecoat part way and the fingertips now traversing her slip. "For starts." "You can't just part way..." this time searching for the correct verb. "See. You're interested!" ignoring her protest, his forefinger confirming that her brassiere wasn't sufficiently padded. Why, of all times, now? she asked herself, him talking of sex and her showing through her slip? "It's not what you think," hoping he wouldn't ask what it was, then. "And even if it is, it's involuntary." Anything more would only tell him he was making a difference and he'd realize that such difference was in his favor. "My eel's volunteering, Miss Elsie." "Your what?" before understanding. She needed to protest, but how to respond without inviting even less-acceptable terminology? "My this," as he guided her wrist behind her back and against the fly of his shorts. Oh my! too surprised to withdraw. The safest thing would be to ignore what her hand was feeling, but even that didn't seem too safe. She'd not have thought Jess would be quite so... quite so volunteering! "I'll make you come," Jess proposed. "Make me what?" letting him push her palm from side to side. "Better than last night, even." Oh my! realized Elsie. Orgasm! Tom must have talked! "You already knew how, right?" Jess pursued. "To what?" closing her fingers around something that seemed surprisingly substantial for just a boy. "Whatever girls call it. After you go to bed." She thought on that one. One can't rush thinking. Is he asking her, a girl, if she masturbates? Even another girl wouldn't ask her that. "None of your business." Though her personal activity was indeed no one else's business, she weighed the pros and cons. It wasn't okay, what Tom did, but on the other hand, it most certainly wasn't a "hoochie coochie." "And even if I did," she fibbed, "it was when I was very much younger." She'd no idea why she even told him that, other than maybe she didn't mind the idea of him thinking about her a little bit that way. Just the idea if him thinking, not him acting on it, of course. "Tom said you came like Gang Busters," Jess noted. "Really?" she allowed, foreseeing where this must be heading. Jess could read her breasts, she figured. Her thoughts, even. "I'm good at it," urging her nipples yet more erect. "Okay," after a bit more thought, "but you can't tell the others," turning her hand for improved leverage. Not that she was agreeing he could likewise reach lower, of course, but a second time wouldn't be that bad. Maybe he'd want something in return, she wondered? She wouldn't, of course, but maybe he could show her how. "Not with my finger, though," Jess clarified, attuned to her inquisivity. "No?" "My eel." She was quick to let go of what she'd been so carefully holding. "No. You can't just..." Can't what? Expect her to call his penis his eel? To admit she masturbates? To confess to climaxing like Gang Busters? To let herself again be masturbated? To play with Jess's whatever-he-wants-to-call-it? To have sex? "How come?" apparently in reference to the latter. She thought carefully. Teacher carefully. How come she didn't want to have sex? There were the moral things, the laws, what others might think, but those were so far away. Too far away to be considered, even. Here on the island the answer wasn't that complicated. "Umm, I'm not..." she tried. "I'm not married or anything and..." "We figured you're a virgin." Oh my! Miss Elsie didn't want her boys to think otherwise, of course, but at the same time didn't want them pondering that aspect of her at all. "Of course I am." "We think you're ready not to be." What was with again his use of "we." The boys? Did they take some sort of vote? Is our teacher ready for something not spinsterish? All in favor, Aye. "Well, it's the girl who decides," what she knew to be a waning argument but maybe stronger than an admonition about waiting until her bridal night. She was hardly going to wed one of her boys! It's so tiring always being the teacher, she realized, everyone depending on you. Well, this teacher sometimes wants someone else to take some responsibility. Someone who'll carry through with what's decided. It's why teachers sometimes need sergeants. If they had a vote, together they'd have had a broader perspective about chastity. "It'll be better if you help out," Jess's unsolicited advice. "It's not supposed to be one-way." Better than what, she wondered? Than masturbating? Than being masturbated? Than being raped by the Japanese? Than dying as a spinster in her corset? Oh my! What's a girl to do when there's a war going on? He knows I'm excited by the thought of it, she admitted. I can't help it and it's true about the war. Things like this happen, teachers and their boys ending up on islands. The Navy might never get here. Across the campfire, she'd indeed noticed Jess's body, though she'd thought nothing of it at the time. Kissing with TJ hardly came to much. Richard exposing her breasts hadn't hurt anyone. Not even when he'd spent himself on her panties. Tom's masturbation hadn't turned out badly, had it? though he oughtn't have told. Would a penis inside her be that different? Not just any penis, but the penis of the young man she'd put in charge. "So, like I said, you're interested," his observation. In what? Elsie asked herself. Maybe I might want to try something, but doesn't every girl? Maybe with somebody like Lt. O'Connor, but not with a schoolboy, even if he's my sergeant. No, even if she wanted to, of course she'd never allow it. She was the teacher, after all. Of course she wouldn't. This was just a boy assigned to protect her at a confusing moment. No, of course not! Why would she want to make love with him? But why, then, was her body deciding just the opposite? Why was she warm, shivering, pinching her legs, moving them apart, tingling on the inside, breathing so fast, feeling so damp? Why indeed? "You said just part way." She wanted to make sure. "Okay." "It's the girl who decides how far," not positive as to the veracity, but hoping to sound knowledgeable. "For starts." Hesitant, Elsie slid out of her housecoat. She wanted to keep her slip, but let him take that as well. There's no need to take off my brassiere, she wanted to say, but allowed him to take that, too. You're actually more vulnerable when the male's behind you, she realized. She almost panicked as his thumb inched her panties past her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, her heels. She hoped he'd understand that she'd never been naked in a male's presence. She could hear the click-click-click of his zipper. "First we get like this," Jess offered, rolling her onto her back and placing his knees between hers. She wished he didn't feel obliged to explain everything. She wished there were some way to do what she was about to do without being where he could see everything. Where she could see everything, too. She wished she wasn't so damp, but at the same time knew that it was for her own good. She wished she could keep her eyes closed, but at the same time, wanted to see the instrument about to be applied. "Ready?" hardness to wetness. Why bother to ask, she wondered? Maybe because he's polite. Maybe to make her acknowledge her own arousal. Maybe to establish that this is indeed not a rape, as all would be worse off it that happened. As ready as she'd ever be, probably the thought of most virgins the moment before they're virgins no more, she allowed. Do only virgins get asked that question, she wondered? If you knew what you were doing, you'd be able to tell him by use of your body. "Let's do it," she whispered, reaching to guide. "Just part-way, right?" "You decide." She bit her lip so the others wouldn't know the moment. Though their shelters were at a distance, she'd little doubt they were listening. God forgive me, she pleaded. She guessed He'd at least understand about the war and give her credit for the years of chastity. She'd no way to judge their mating, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as she'd feared. After a few adjustments, in fact, it wasn't bad at all and part-way was all the way. From there it got quite a bit better, probably the very reason authors so often write about it, she guessed -- circuitously, of course, but very much about it. The fronds of her bedding brushed and crackled, but she was only hearing the swish-swish-swish of steadfast insertions. She knew she wasn't the teacher, but at the same time, felt something more than her student's student when at last their shudders coincided. Like Gang Busters? A spent Miss Elsie thought her orgasm to be perhaps better than that, more than the product of her background in masturbation and Jess's skill in entering. Maybe being marooned made a difference. Maybe it was the talking, how Jess prepared her even before she knew where she was going. Talking's good. It was good to have saved herself, she allowed, letting the war make it happen. She could have indeed been dealt a worse hand. Probably lots of virgins don't orgasm. "You did swell," deemed her protector. "For an English teacher, maybe," Elsie depreciated, though in her personal opinion, "swell" wasn't a suitable adverb. She'd retrieved her panties, but put them on backwards and couldn't decide which was less elegant, to strip and re-dress or to wear them backwards until Jess was gone. "No, I'm serious. Susan cried the first time." "Dennison?" Susan Dennison, Palua Secondary's likely valedictorian? "She likes it now, though." Oh, my! An eel at first so rigid and now so limp, Elsie reflected as she relived his probes, her sequence of acceptances, their quickening rhythm, the soaring release and even yet within her, the extra wetness. Oh my! The boys were totally correct: she'd never tell the Navy. "Sweet dreams, little eel," stroking her little pet maternally. After lovemaking, you can't have a student thinking he's bested you. You just hope he fails to notice that your panties fit oddly. December 1, 1942 Miss Elsie helped the class collectively recollect the plot of Moby Dick. She was certain about "Call me Ishmael," but allowed some literary license after that. "Would you call Moby Dick a 'swell' novel?" she demanded. "Of course not! What might be a better descriptor?" She didn't feel uncomfortable standing, but hoped the boys didn't notice that she was a bit stiff in moving about. Maybe three times was too much for a girl's first night, but he wouldn't have come back for desert if he'd not liked the entre and he wouldn't have returned for the entre if he'd not liked the salad. That night, Elsie herself removed her housecoat and Hank, a redhead with gangly limbs and big ears, showed his teacher how to do it while seated. Elsie wondered if this was how the natives had sex, but didn't ask. As odd as it seemed initially, she decided that sitting worked rather nicely. It's more equal. You can feel your liquids flowing outward while his flow inward. Just don't call it swell, she wanted to suggest. How about "engaging?" December 2, 1942 Miss Elsie utterly failed in explaining the rule dealing with "o" vs. "oo." "The goose is loose, but don't lose the what?" Rose? No. Dose? No. Some English is simply what it is, she left it. Raymond, originally from Des Moines, lay on his back that evening. At first she thought she shouldn't be on top, that it wasn't her job, but it worked. She wouldn't have believed that Iowans would do this sort of thing, but maybe they do. On your back, you see the stars. On top, you see the jungle or the sea, depending which way you're facing. December 3, 1942 Miss Elsie oversaw a limerick competition. Calvin's, all the boys seemed to think, was the best. We stand forth for that which is right. For freedom and justice we fight. We greet each new day With Anchors Aweigh And Waltzing Matilda at night. Miss Elsie hoped she wasn't nicknamed Matilda, but wasn't sure. Calvin proved surprising. Such an unassuming boy, a limerick champion able to bring her to a second climax before himself letting go. "Where'd you learn that?" she blurted before realizing that where he learned really wasn't her business. "Sister Bee," she thought she heard. "You have a sister, too," thinking back to Tom. "No. Sister Benedicta. I went to St. Mary's back home." Oh my! As Elsie wasn't Catholic, it was indeed none of her business, but it still seemed surprising. She'd always thought of parochial schools in terms of poor salaries, behind the times in terms of educational methods. December 4, 1942 Robinson Crusoe wasn't in Palua Secondary's curriculum, but given their situation, Miss Elsie figured it an appropriate substitution. She'd follow with The Swiss Family Robinson, another curricular deviation. It seemed interesting that both were "Robinson," but probably just a coincidence, as she saw no linguistic tie to shipwrecks. It was Stanley, a boy whose parents were translating the Bible for a remainder of the unreached, who introduced Miss Elsie to what she'd never dreamed she'd let herself try. They'd been prepping in the conventional manner when Stanley reversed direction, thrust his head between her legs and used his tongue. She at first tried to shake him off, but upon further consideration, decided otherwise. Stanley's penis bounced against her neck, her nose, her jaw, but she didn't employ her lips until well into her own finish. Drying herself afterwards, she felt sheepish, but Stanley seemed to think she'd done it correctly and she wasn't in a position to disagree. Nonetheless, it seemed rather risqu for a school teacher, certainly not suitable under normal circumstances. On the other hand, it was very fair. December 5, 1942 Miss Elsie did her best to interest her students in a bit of Latin, the genesis of so much English vocabulary. She thought their extracurricular activity might be called "visitati nocturni," but settled on explaining such roots as "amo," "inter," and "nov." What? thought Miss Elsie when Amos before entering her shelter shook himself like a wet dog. As his subsequent performance went well, however, she supposed that maybe this was akin to how some spelling bee participants rid themselves of errant thoughts before approaching the podium. December 6, 1942 Resolved: English should become the world language? A debate. It earlier seemed that the proposition might be true, but not recently. Miss Elsie couldn't see everyone learning Japanese, but perhaps German. That night TJ -- the protector order appeared to be repeating -- mumbled that perhaps she'd like a night alone. "But we could watch the stars for a while," she suggested, leading the lad to where a fallen coconut trunk made a suitable seat. "The Southern Cross," the only constellation of which she was certain, though she knew another contained a belt. As TJ peered skyward, his teacher shed her housecoat. "This over us will be warmer" "Okay." "Was that a shooting star?" distracting him as she reached behind to unhook her brassiere. The two speculated on a few formations until Miss Elsie asked, "You've never done it, right?" subject unstated. She could tell her directness caught him off guard, but after a moment he answered, "Sort of not." "That's good, to keep yourself that way." Back home, a troop of Scouts would all be virgins. They take some sort of oath, she'd heard. Not out here in the Pacific, though, where boys have more opportunities. "Yeah." "It's tougher when there's a war, though." "I guess." "Want me to let on that we did it, you know, tomorrow, for the others?" TJ looked relieved. "But part of you wants to, right?" she pursued. "It's voluntary." He didn't respond. "That's why you unbuttoned me last time." "I wasn't... You were awake?" "I didn't mind," she assured. "Oh." The two sat together, watching the sky. "A week ago, I was new at this, too," her softer side. "I know." It bothered her that everyone probably knew everything, but then again, maybe such knowledge bound the group together. There's a purpose to things, she supposed. She'd never have made love had they not been marooned. She spread her housecoat on the sand. Not that they couldn't remain on the trunk, but the first time shouldn't involve balancing. "Want to get on it? We can see better." "Okay." After a few moments, she was done with looking upward. "Come closer. It's cold." "Okay," moving to where their shoulders touched. "TJ?" "Huh?" "We could get captured tomorrow," resolutely gazing at the heavens. "I guess." "Wouldn't you rather have done it?" No answer. After a moment or two, "Maybe we can kiss again?" in what she hoped sounded a casual manner. He took so long to reach within her slip, but maybe, she wondered, he didn't know her brassiere was already loosened. This wasn't the boy who last time came crying, but then again, he still wasn't certain. "Mmm," confirming when he found her nipple. "We're both sort of interested, right?" her thigh pursuing his excitement. It would have been easy enough to push down his pants, but teaching's not about imposition. Virginity should be given, not taken. He slid away, but not so far that Elsie couldn't undo his belt, remove his shorts and underpants. For his sake, she tried not to look. Her slip, then brassiere, then panties, she removed herself. Had he ever seen a naked woman? Surely most of her boys had had sex with island girls. Why wouldn't they? Bold ones like Jess did it with girls in their class. Boys like TJ, though, should begin with someone who's older. She could tell he wasn't quite decided by how he'd at times scoot away. Not too far, but enough to defuse what Elsie had in mind. At last she got frustrated -- not a good way to teach, she knew, but what teacher doesn't become impatient at times? -- and dragged him back to the center of housecoat where she could use her weight to still him. "Don't!" a bit more emphatically than she'd anticipated. "Don't what?" her thigh firmly on his penis. "You're..." "I'm just getting comfortable." "Yeah, but..." "Plus I'm scared. It's better when we're close." "You're scared?" "You got a sister?" "No." "Well if you did and she got scared, you'd protect her, right?" realizing that now she could lift some of her weight and slide her leg side to side. "I guess." "She'd let you touch her." "You think so?" sounding a little surprised at the thought. "Trust me," and then, "We won't do anything," and then, "We can stop part way." "How far?" suggesting he'd been thinking rather specifically. "You can decide." This whole discussion seemed so familiar. "It's just that I'm not, you know..." "Doesn't matter," Elsie assured. "We're just getting comfortable. How 'bout you on top?" the teacher part of her, "so we touch," letting him ferret out where. "I don't think..." TJ again tried, but far too tardy to change the outcome. TJ's tutoring required nothing overlooked in Miss Elsie's lesson plan. Step / Result 1. Preparation / Erection 2. Placement / Insertion 3. Action / Reciprocation 4. Conclusion / Orgasm "Just part way in for starts," wiggling her hips to mold her housecoat into the sand below. "What if I go too far?" "We can change our minds." The surf pounded on the reef, but she heard only the thud-thud-thud of thrusting thighs. The breeze rustled the palms as she relished her wet reward. "Now you won't have to fib," she noted after a pleased TJ at last slipped free. Oh my! she told herself later. He was in her for maybe a minute. His liquid, maybe a few hours. But she'll be in his head forever! She hoped he'd also remember the stars, the housecoat on the sand, the surf, the breeze. December 7, 1942 Today was poetry. The breeze so fresh, the sand so white, The jungle green, the sun so bright. The moon so full, the palms so tall, The sea so blue, the seabirds' call. The war we'll win with all our might. We stand as one, we do what's right. We have no doubt, we have no fear, We salute Miss Elsie, our teacher dear. by Stanley J. Ellis He'd even used the apostrophe correctly, Miss Elsie noted with academic satisfaction. So many students have trouble with it. Stanley's employment of course assumed he'd intended more than one seabird, but she hoped that was the case. But then again, perhaps he'd used "call" as a verb, which would make it grievously in error. Better to give him credit for oral sex and not ask about punctuation. In the sequence of nighttime protection, tonight was Richard who this time bared not just his teacher's breasts. "I get to screw you, right?" the jut of his underpants speaking of immediacy. "Richard!" It wasn't his blunt instrument that alarmed her, but she'd not permit vulgarities. "But they said..." "We call it making love," reaching to unhook the elastic from where it had snagged. When Richard mounted Miss Elsie, this time both sans underpants, he took his time -- why hasten when the girl's not asleep? she agreed -- and afterwards she pictured the little wigglies with long tails enjoying their chance to freestyle. December 8, 1942 Each day the housecoat -- frayed as it was becoming, but yet the cloak of authority -- was rebuttoned and chores, food gathering, sports and school passed the hours. Today's lesson: favorite lines from Shakespeare. Not that Miss Elsie was an expert, but she knew enough to impress the boys. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. The boys voted that Macbeth was okay. In passing the boys' bathing place, Miss Elsie would see flashes of nudity, but an outside observer -- which of course there wasn't -- wouldn't have guessed that she knew each boy much better. The pool upstream was for her alone and if the boys spied, they did so silently. It would be silly for them to bother, she figured, but just in case, she kept on her panties. The pool was where she sponged the stains from her housecoat. Her brassiere, however, required more drying and on the days she washed it, she knew the boys tracked the sway of their teacher's breasts. Also silly, she thought, as each boy knew so much more. Nevertheless, she tried to remain seated while she lectured. Or maybe their interest wasn't silly at all, she allowed. Daytime was the time for her to be teacher and every teacher knows that boys are titillated by inaccessibility. Each night the housecoat was unbuttoned, and on the fronds, each boy was different. A spectrum. What must it be like when you're married and every night's alike, she wondered? Tonight was Tom, Miss Elsie's first and only masturbator. "So tell me about your sister." "Gwen? She's married and has a kid." "So you're an uncle!" "In her hubbie's eyes, anyway," with a grin. Oh my, thought Elsie. This Gwen must be a rather close sibling! Tom again used his finger on his English teacher, but this time finished with his penis. Thirteen nights as castaways. The first, cold and wet. Three yet virginal. And now nine of midnight milk intermingling with midnight moisture. Oh my! thought Elsie. Nine! Every boy to whom I teach grammar! Every boy to whom I teach composition! December 9, 1942 Elsie didn't know if her boys thought that class attendance was a requirement for "protecting" her -- maybe not the correct term, but one that seemed understood -- but as attendance was 100 percent, she saw no need to rule. Or to put it the other way, did intercourse foster their interest in language? Now class, what's the climax of The Scarlet Letter? for example. Though she saw no correlation between aptitudes, given how often novelists allude to lovemaking, there must be a connection. Today's lesson dealt with similes and metaphors. The boys already understood the latter, Miss Elsie realized, based on their use of "eel," but she hardly wanted to cite that example. Instead, she used, "Japan's a sinking ship." Afterwards the boys played dodge ball with a husked coconut. She thought it a bit dangerous, but no one was injured. I need a more-consistent lesson plan, she recognized, but there just aren't the resources. This evening would be Jess's return, a pleasing thought. Miss Elsie looked forward to being a better partner, one more on top of things, so to speak. We're rather like Wendy and the lost boys, she deemed, doing our best as we hope for Peter Pan. Wendy's boys, however, were younger. But instead, Peter Pan arrived that evening as a PT boat. Elsie, who'd been smoothing her bed when the Yanks arrived, retrieved her girdle from where she'd stashed it, affixed her brassiere, cinched her housecoat and reported that all hands were accounted for. "Job well done, ma'am," saluted the skipper who seemed younger than some of her boys. "Just doing my duty, same as you," not knowing if she should salute back. As he wore a ring, Elsie didn't bother to remember his name. "Couldn't have made it without my men, though," acknowledging her crew for services not related to food and shelter. "Protection services," she'd have called it. The officer glanced at their shelters. "Not where you'd want to spend Christmas, though." No, she'd not want to spend Christmas, but that wasn't to say she'd not look back at the place without mixed feelings. She hoped he'd not caught that hers was the only shelter with bed enough for two. "She made us have school every day" the boys' case that the time should count against the interrupted scholastic year. "Sounds reasonable to me," the officer obviously not a head master. They made me have sex every night, Elsie didn't counter, because (1) They didn't make her do anything, (2) They didn't get there until the fourth evening, and (3) What if the officer didn't think every night sounded reasonable? "I was second in command," supplied Jess. "Fine work, son," the officer apparently not in need of an assistant commander. Thank heavens Jess didn't identify himself as my first mate, thought Elsie, though their rescuer probably wouldn't have caught it. The boys presented their plan to fortify the island with a revolving howitzer, which the officer promised to pass up the chain of command. "It's the Old Man who decides these things, of course." The boys were pleased that their scheme would get such esteemed attention, though Miss Elsie doubted that they knew who the elder actually was. She didn't, anyway. "I think it best, sir," she informed the PT man, "that one of my men and I police our outposts for anything that might be of use to the enemy." "Excellent idea, ma'am." "My sergeant will give me a hand. The others can show you a few of our camp improvements for your report." "Excellent. Excellent. We'll start with the latrines." She hoped the boys would know to keep him far from the place by the stream with the soft sand. As she'd lost some weight, her girdle now slipped off and on rather easily, so that wouldn't slow things down. "Come along, sergeant. We'll need to be snappy." "I'd suggest we start with the sandy outpost where we watch for enemy aviation." "My idea exactly, sergeant." For their female passenger, the crew scavenged up a pair of bellbottoms and a yeoman's smock. Miss Elsie had never ridden a PT, which she thought frightfully fast. Most of the boys were too seasick to watch the wake. Her housecoat, frayed, faded and stained by what wouldn't rinse away, Miss Elsie tossed into the Pacific. EPILOGUE (by Jenny Wanshel) New York City, Christmas Eve, 1942 The Angel of Death and the Spirit of Christmas stood on the observation deck of a high building looking out over the world. "Look at them out there, slaughtering each other," said the Angel of Death. "They still want to live, for all that," the Spirit of Christmas said. "Bah. More cannon fodder for the Fatherland. What about that woman who gave herself to all the boys? "Look at her now, on the ship taking her and the boys to Australia. See her there? She's terrified that everyone on the ship will soon know her disgrace. She's missed a period and she's fearful that she's pregnant, and there is no way of telling which one of the boys is the father. If what happened on the island ever becomes known, she may go to prison, and if she is pregnant, she is doomed to the hard life of an unwed mother. How will she tell her parents? What man will ever want to marry her? "Look! She's contemplating killing herself. All she would have to do is throw herself over the rail of the ship and it will all be over in a few minutes. "She's made her choice. She's going to do it! She's climbing up onto the rail! She's going to kill herself!" "I must go now, to her side," the Angel of Death spoke. "Wait! Stop! Look what's happening now!" John Abelson, ship's purser, had been trying to get up his nerve to speak to the young woman ever since she came on board. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. Now was his chance. "Hey there," he said, running up to her side. "Don't lean over the side like that. You might fall off!" Her face was flushed and her eyes were wild. "Oh, how stupid of me," she said. He brushed a few stray wisps of hair out of her face. "This wind out here on the deck -- it's ruining your hair. Why don't you come inside with me?" "No thanks -- I think I'll stay outside on the deck by myself for a while. I've got something to think about." Something raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck as she sensed an unseen presence at her side. The unseen presence seemed to be urging her to get rid of the young man. Something tugged at her thoughts. She needed to be alone to get a better look at the unseen figure beside her. She could almost see it, out of the corner of her eye. "It's Christmas Eve," he said. "We're having a party in the mess. Come join me, won't you? We have a gramophone and we'll put on some dance records. There's eggnog, and maybe a glass of champagne." Eggnog! She hadn't had eggnog in years. After the plain, repetitive diet they had had on the island it sounded deliciously tempting. She could taste it already. "Only if you promise to dance with me," she said. He was actually a very nice young man. She could definitely go for him, she thought. He took her arm and they went inside. THE END Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an early version. You can contact me via the site's message form. Holly

ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Urban legends have five characteristics. (1) Attribution to a reliable source never precisely specified, a cousin, for example. (2) Embellished detail, often locational or "Last year". (3) Authority. Rarely is an allegation presented, "It was discovered that..." but rather, "A Harvard researcher discovered that..." (4) Unlikelihood the listener prefers to accept. Neiman Marcus billing some sucker $64,000 for a recipe? (5) A possibility of embedded truth. Have your students rewrite urban legends into short stories. They thus start with a decent plot, quite often concerning a hook-handed escaped convict and two teenagers parked on a lonely road. Make it scary, tell them. We don't want all their creativity invested detailing why the couple was in the sedan. Here's the one called "Changing in the Sleeping Bag" or "Accidental Intercourse". "At a well-known Kentucky summer camp, the campers play this little game. The boys elect a girl and the girls choose a boy to share a sleeping bag while they change into swimsuits. The others keep their eyes out for the counselors. The couple jostles together as they wiggle out of their clothes, trying to conceal evidence of wayward brushes. "But last year this one couple gets stuck halfway and the others gather round to see why. When their friends unzip the bag, each has one leg in one suit and one in the other. The two can't move without initiating accidental intercourse. So the other kids just zip them in again and watch till it happens. It was their first time and she got pregnant. "My cousin was there and saw them orgasm. The girl really came! My cousin says that the kids who stayed afterwards said that when the two got out of the bag, they were still so horny that they did it again on top of the air mattress. The girl really, really came!" PRIVATE EYE September 2, 10:05 AM. My telephone, a $29 wall-mount with serpentine cord, was evidence enough. Evidence is what my line of work is about. Sheila Wright, Domestic Situational Research, (859) 764-4889. I probably should have attached the phone to the wall, but the instructions seem to suggest some sort of special screw for wallboard and I'm not that mechanical. To be a private investigator one needn't be mechanical, but one should note evidence. I'm reasonably astute about a variety of things, just not wallboard. Not chain-smoking while waiting for my first client doesn't fit the detective genre, I fear. But even if I did smoke, the Virginia Slims would cost more than any fee I might make if the phone actually rang. Half of Stan's assets were enough to sustain me for a while if I didn't buy a $129 phone with indecipherable options about messaging. "Let Uncle Sam Pay You" lists IRS tests for business use of a residence: (1) Your business name on your mailbox in case an auditor visits. (2) A phone card for personal long distance, since they can check your carrier. (3) Don't claim "client entertainment" when you and a girlfriend have coffee. My other book from the library, "Investigation Science and Management" by Helen Babcock, Ph.D., I'd studied extensively. The woman author includes such things not picked up from TV as, (1) Designing your business stationery with MS Word. (2) Use of wigs and glasses. (3) Including "and Associates" in your business name. You may grow. (4) Keep things in lists. If the above evidence suggests an again-single female embarking on a promising service-sector career in private investigation, you may have some feel for evidence yourself. Babcock says it's a growth industry. There'll always be clients wanting to clarify their spouses' relationships, I figure. I'd have no insight into corporate spies or smugglers of endangered parrots. INQUIRY "Hi, Ms. Wright. It's Allison." Allison? Oh, of course! Betty's Allison. I'd known Betty since grade school. She'd married a fullback from the class ahead of ours and this was their Allison. Fifteen, I'd have guessed. "Allison! It's been ages, honey. So how you doing?" "Great. Great. No, that's why I called. Not great. You're really a private investigator?" "In the process of identifying potential contacts." Babcock says to do this early on. "OK. I need some help." "From me?" momentarily forgetting that I was sitting in my office. It looked so much like my kitchen. "I need to know about domestic partnerships," she proceeded. "For the future, I mean. I just had my period, so I didn't get pregnant," matter-of-factly. Sex is involved. "That's good. Well, all I can really say is that it's still pretty much in the courts. But why a domestic partnership?" "It'd be illegal for us to get really married." "The guy's already married, right?" suspecting a domestic partnership wouldn't work either. If married men want to screw around, leave the 15-year-old Allisons alone, damn it! "No. It's just Wesley. It was accidental intercourse at camp." I processed that one. "It sometimes seems like it, honey. You think you can just rub..." "No. It was because how we were putting on our swimsuits." "Accidental intercourse? Wanna come over to my office?" It sort of looks like a kitchen, though, I noticed. "Better yet, meet me at McDonald's for lunch." I'd have a little time to research "Accidental Intercourse". Babcock calls this the Literature Phase. Hello Google. INVESTIGATION September 2, 12:15 PM. I was planning to start with an individual interview, as Babcock suggests, but Allison showed up with Wesley in tow. We got our Happy Meals and found a booth in the corner. (I couldn't remember if I was supposed to boycott MacDonald's fries, so I partook.} Allison: 5 feet, 7; 125 pounds; brunette, shoulder length, ponytail; braces; Tommy Hilfiger attire, by the self promotion; retro Doc Martens; a little white bra, straps apparent. Wesley: just slightly taller; 150 pounds; blond, combed upward, presumably in the style of a music idol; a little Clearasil; jeans; light blue turtleneck. I began, "So I'm going to ask you just one question. Ready? Did you have sexual intercourse together?" They nodded. "Two questions, actually. Why not fess up that you got carried away, like happens to everybody? It's a major thing to tell your moms that you had sex, of course, but at least you know that they've done it too." (Actually, Allison, I didn't add, your mom was plenty pleasured by your age. I knew a lot myself, but more from listening.) "It wasn't our fault," replied Wesley with conviction. But, like Babcock says, never trust what clients first tell you. For teens at camp, I told them, it's very, very average to have sex. It's well documented. Almost every girl when I was there did it the night we had the big campfire and played capture the flag afterwards. (I didn't tell them that I snuck all the way to the enemy prison and grabbed Larry Gleeson's hand so we got freebies back. I thought he'd might take me behind the archery range and make me make out and get relaxed, but he found Bonnie Sue Krebbs, instead. So I didn't have sex, but could hear the squeals.) Allison agreed about it happening at camp, but said that they weren't playing that kind of game. They were just changing into their swimsuits in a sleeping bag and their legs got mixed up and they got stuck together. "Huh?" my professionally restrained response. From my own camp days, I recalled that your sleeping bag was where you dressed if you didn't want people to see everything. But together? I found the mechanics a bit confusing, the pantlegs and such. "We'll show you, Ms. Wright," volunteered the girl, "so you can explain it to Mom." Noting Wesley's doubtful face, she added. "Don't worry, Wes. I'll remind you how. Ms. Wright's seen it a thousand times in her cases." I didn't correct her that I was in what Babcock call's the "ramp-up phase." The book lacked a list of what to note during copulation, but I'd use my clipboard to note the main points. "I guess I do have a bed in my office," I allowed. Wesley still didn't look that convinced. "Err," he started. "What if I..." "Come?" supplied his partner. "You will for sure," grinning. "Me, too. It's how we're wired. Maybe you should wear a rubber though, since it's our second time." "No, I don't mean that. What if I can't..." Allison read his concern. "Don't be silly. I'll do a strip-tease." She thought a moment, looking at me. "Mrs. Wright can help, maybe, undo some buttons on her blouse, I'll bet." I wasn't too sure about that, but I didn't want to squelch confirming how the accident happened. Besides, I'd be undoing my buttons as a professional investigator. "Of course," I agreed. Babcock says that you must blend into the situation. It wouldn't make sense for me to be entirely dressed. "You think, Ms. Wright," continued Allison, "that maybe you could help with the rubber, us still being almost beginners?" As if I'd risk a client's pregnancy? "Of course, kids. There're a few tips you ought to know." I'd think of something. "Uhh," interrupted the boy. "Maybe we just ought to drop the investigation. After all, it was sort of an accident." I faced him squarely. "What you're forgetting, Wesley, my legal duty. It's really quite impossible just to leave the case unsolved." "Oh," he glumly acknowledged. LEGAL REMEDIES Before figuring out the real story, they needed to know the difference between a cop, a lawyer, a judge, a jury and a Domestic Situational Researcher like myself. Babcock calls this Anticipating the Remedy Contingencies. Here's where this thing could go, if not properly investigated. (1) The police could arrest Wesley because he's the boy. "Maybe it's just second degree rape or something," I wondered. I wasn't sure about the degree, but something serious. (2) They could sue the camp for lack of due supervision, or whatever, because the camp would have insurance for accidentality. (I just made up the word, but I'm sure attorneys would use it.) Just like for a camper falling out of a tree. "But here's the problem. An accident," quoting from my Literature Phase printout, "is a fortuitous circumstance, event or happening; an event happening without any human agency, or if happening wholly or partly through human agency, an event which under the circumstances is unusual and unexpected by the person to whom it happens; an unusual or unexpected result attending the operation or performance of a usual or necessary act or event; chance or contingency; fortune; mishap; some sudden and unexpected event taking place without expectation, upon the instant, rather than something which continues, progresses or develops; something happening by chance; something unforeseen, unexpected, unusual, extraordinary or phenomenal, taking place not according to the usual course of things or events, out of the range of ordinary calculations; that which exists or occurs abnormally, or an uncommon occurrence." I was lost too. I cited the Michigan Judicial Institute. We'd have to allege "an unintentional or accidental sexual contact or penetration that occurred under what is normally thought to be lawful circumstances, such as performing a medical procedure, bathing someone, or changing a child's diaper, to name a few such circumstances." But putting on swimsuits? But even if they won, their lawyer would screw them for more than they accidentally screwed each other. (3) A judge could decide what the law says. But in Northland Insurance vs. Briones, the California Court of Appeal held that there's no such thing as "unintentional child molestation", "negligent harassment", "negligent stalking" or "accidental intercourse". You can't argue with a judge. (4) A jury could decide who's to blame. But I reminded them that a jury awarded $500,000 to a lady who spilled MacDonald's coffee on herself, so who knows? (5) So you're of course right to start with a private investigator with a domestic specialty, I assured my clients. Sometimes, private investigations are private for a reason. "OK," agreed Allison. "We'll go with you. All we need to know is if we can be domestic partners, like I said on the phone." I made a note to myself to get a little notebook to keep track of my billable hours. Babcock says it's really hard to remember afterwards. CONFESSION So why call it an accident? Police, lawyers, judges and juries would have a field day. The only answer that came to mind was that they somewhat believed it. Then something in Ann Landers sparked the hunch that would prove to break this case open. "OK, kids. I'll need to do some investigation. Allison, I'll need you to loosen your belt. Don't worry; nobody can see us back here." She paled, probably envisioning some sort of DNA sampling. I've read they do that, but Babcock stresses traditional sleuthing methods. "Just lean forward, honey, and pull it out just enough for me to see the hem of your underwear." She must have been somewhat surprised, but her mother must have told I'm a detective. Lavender cotton briefs. Hunch supported! I was hesitant about my next check, but I had to find out. "Same thing for you, Wesley. Pull out your belt just enough to show the top of your shorts." I guess he figured he could deck me if I tried anything weird, but after all, I am a detective and we were in MacDonald's. Lavender jockeys. Hunch confirmed! Having read Ann Landers about today's tags of teenage sexuality, I was direct. "Now you can level with me, or we can waste a lot of time. Yes or no. Are you homosexuals?" Their mouths dropped and Allison took Wesley's hand. They both nodded. I hoped they were enough impressed as to not further conceal pertinent information. Babcock says to either act dull so they drop their guard, or really smart so they quit trying to fool you. I'm the smart type. (The Ann Landers angle was from my own reading, not something suggested by Babcock, I might note.) But this would be a difficult case, to be sure. Realizing the futility of concealing the truth from a professional, Wesley stepped in. "OK, so it wasn't exactly an accident, but we didn't get carried away like you suspect. The other counselors made us." "Made you?" "'Cause we're not straight," he reminded me. "OK, then. Let's start this thing from the start." Motives usually explain what investigators investigate. Babcock says to get the Background Information. BACKGROUND Allison began. It was Madonna kissing Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera on MTV and later how Aguilera put her tongue down Britney's throat, according to Britney, that got everybody talking about girls smooching. (I didn't point out that Madonna's being twice the age of the starlets makes it more like child molestation, Britney being not quite a girl, not quite a woman.) "So I told Wesley that I'd decided to be a lesbian, 'cause I knew that he'd understand." "Because I'm gay," explained Wesley. "That's why we're best friends. We're exactly different and exactly the same," clarified Allison. "Keep talking," I ordered. "We're not dangerous or anything," argued Wesley, a bit defensively. "I may be gay, but I don't let some fag mess with me. Us guys just goose around sometimes, you know." "Really," attested Allison. "He's perfectly cool. Maybe we're not into each others' bods, exactly, but we do everything together." "Everything?" Perhaps she'd unravel this story herself. "No, not everything, like that! Just regular stuff like basketball and baking. Honest, he never touches me on purpose except when we're whacking each other with cushions or something. We're not interested." "Not interested in what?" "You know, sex. Maybe we feel each other up a little when we're wrestling around, but it's more just a curiosity. Even lesbians know about boners and stuff. Anyway, a gay guy understands how to play with your boobs right." "It's not because I'm trying to," jumped in Wesley a bit defensively. "We're playing WWF Slo-Mo." "What's that?" "You know, with the radio on so her folks won't hear. When a song stops we freeze right where we are until the next song starts." "And we pretty much know when the end of each song's coming up," explained Allison. "You're holding hands," I noted. "So what? That's because we might become domestic partners. It's not like how I'd hold hands with a girlfriend," she blushed. "So, just for the record, not for your mom," I followed up, "you do have girlfriends?" "You mean lovers, right?" She brightened. "I'm planning to." "You two know about orgasms from, you know, maybe something you learned in the shower?" Wesley avoided my eyes, but nodded. Allison wanted the record set straight. "In the bathtub, actually." "And it was like that when you did it?" "Better, actually," volunteered the girl. "But since we're gay/lesbian, it was a one shot deal. No, I mean that Wesley shot a buncha times, five it felt like to me (right, Wesley?). It was a one time deal, him shooting a buncha times." She looked at him for confirmation. "But we still might want to be domestic partners some day. That's why I called you. Everything you read about domestic partners looks like it's just for two girls or two guys. It's discrimination," she mused, but then had a happier thought. "Mr. Saxton, our Principal, says that if somebody will start a Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgendered Club, we can get federal grant for field trips and stuff!" "Field trips?" "Or maybe conventions! If we go, we'd have boy-girl roommates so nothing would happen. Me and Wesley would sleep together, right Wesley? We'd have our own shower, even." SCENE "So let's go back to the incident." Babcock says to note the scene. There were eight assistant counselors and as tends to happen, pairings evolve. Hank and Clarice were the "best looking" and "most popular". "Dominant male and female" came to my own mind, but I didn't want to lead the testimony. Jon and Marti were both into swimming. Sean and Jessica each had steadies back home, so were just going together for the summer. Wesley and Allison were the leftovers, but that was OK. When the counselors paired up, most often after campfire or during free hour, Wesley and Allison could talk. Once Marti saw them climb up into the lifeguard tower. Her exaggerated conclusion that they'd been making out was actually OK, the two agreed. Why go to a bunch of effort claiming that you weren't doing exactly what everybody else would have been doing? "Actually," admitted Allison, "I sorta thought Marti might be worth getting to know a little better. She kinda had that look about her. But maybe it wasn't anything. Or maybe if there was, she didn't know it yet. In Health Ed, they say it takes years to decide." "But things started going wrong," reflected Wesley, "when Hank looked in my trunk and saw my magazine." "It wasn't bad or anything," Allison hurried in. "Just about fashions. Ever heard of GQ? Mostly sport-coats over tee-shirts." Wesley finished, "So Hank makes this joke to the other guys." "Like you're some sort of molester," consoled Allison, holding his hand still. "And the girls, not Allison, I mean, the others, it's like, 'Do you like makeup?' And 'cause Allison and me hung out, maybe she's weird too." "Like maybe I'll French kiss the assholes," pouted Allison. "Bet a quarter Marti would have before the magazine thing. What would a gay and lesbian do, anyway, except talk?" She went on, "So all of us went hiking to Big Falls the day between sessions. The boys stripped to their underpants and jumped in, so we did too. Plus bras, I mean." She giggled. "We were just splashing around, was all," clarified Wesley. "Afterwards, we all went to different places to dry in the sun. Us two just stayed on the rocks, since we didn't need to be private. And then after a while, they came back and asked us how it went. I said, 'Fine,' and Hank said 'So how come she's not naked?' and I didn't answer. Then they all started laughing and saying we were probably virgins, even." "Which we were, honest!" interjected Allison. "So then somebody started to push me over against Allison and pretty soon they were sitting on us and we were all squished together." "Anything happen?" I asked point-blank. "No, not really," responded Allison. "We were in our underwear and everything." "Meaning?" "I just," admitted Allison without looking at Wesley, "you know, Wesley was pushed against me and I, you know, could sorta feel his bump, I mean. But it wasn't his fault, how it got." I turned toward the boy. "Oh, no, Ms. Wright! We were just squeezed together, was all. Maybe some of the other girls rubbed it, but they were careful their boyfriends didn't see. Allison was trying to keep them away, was why her hand was there." "Assholes," commented Allison, who then hastened to resolve their predicament. "They let us up, like it was all this big joke. They let us rest together first, though." THE INCIDENT "It was later, maybe three or four days," recounted Allison. "One of the girls said, guess what's behind the sports field? We went to see and they threw a blanket over my head. A camp prank, they told me. When they took it off, Wesley was there too and the boys were holding him. Right, Wesley? And then they said that we had to make out. We said no, but the girls said they'd steal my shoes, so Wesley said, OK, and gave me a little kiss. That wasn't good enough, Clarice said, so he had to do it on my mouth. It wasn't like Britney's kiss, really!" her rue not totally hidden. "And then they told him that he had to feel me, second base, you know. I said, no, and then somebody pulled up my shirt and my bra and made him. They could all see! I'm not that big, actually." "But she's my favorite size," offered Wesley gallantly. "He was nice and gentle," showing me Wesley's hand. "Like this," passing his palm over her chest. He looked around nervously, but didn't resist. "'Cept, of course, it was on my skin. Don't worry, Ms. Wright, we're gay/lesbian." Then her voice darkened. "And then they said we had to get naked together and we got really scared. But they pantsed us anyway. We were fighting, but they didn't care. They made us look at each other, but it was pretty hard to tell much, 'cept for how big it was." She set her hands to show me about 12 inches, then made it a bit smaller. "They're actually pretty interesting," she advised. I'd agree. Wesley blushed and Allison gave his hand a squeeze. "Don't worry, Wesley. My mom said Ms. Wright has a license and everything." (Actually, I plan on getting a license. Babcock says that it's just necessary if you get hauled into court. We wouldn't want the police involved, if we could help it.) "You already knew that Wesley gets big?" I ventured. "Sure," she agreed. "From when we goose." "Explain," in my best investigator voice. "You know. You're wrestling or something and then you're goosing each other." "And he's big?" "After we goose for a little bit." "Perfectly normal," I allowed, and then ventured further. "Do you mutually masturbate?" The two looked astonished. "It works for all sexual orientations," I explained. Allison considered the possibilities. "You mean doing it together or to each other?" "Maybe just together for starts," I recommended. One should learn the other's preferences. Wesley blushed when Allison grinned and looked at his zipper. They hadn't, I concluded, but maybe they should. "It's not like we'd be really having sex," Allison judged. "After all," I added, "you're best friends. But we're here to talk about your accidental intercourse." Allison returned to her saga. "But then was when I knew it wasn't just some joke because we were different. They'd brought a sleeping bag and if we wouldn't do it all the way, they'd make us. "We said, no, they couldn't, and they put one of our legs in each other's underpants and made Wesley, you know, be between. The guys felt me up while they were doing it. Even between my legs! Hank sorta knew how, which kinda made a difference. Don't worry, though, I didn't let him get past the front part, you know, the..." "Yes, I know," I assured. "Especially if he sort of knew how." "They tied Wesley's hands around my back with my bra. It would have been more comfortable if they hadn't." "What about your hands?" I wondered. "They made me hold them around his back. So when they had us like they wanted, they zipped the sleeping bag around us. If we fought too much, we'd just be fighting each other." "So where were your hands now," I persisted. "Around his back still. I didn't want to embarrass him by touching something I shouldn't." She thought a minute. "Wesley was on top, so I kinda laid flat so we wouldn't roll or anything." She thought some more. "It was real tight in there, the way he was protecting me. He just kinda kept getting bigger and the way it pointed made it accidentally make love to me. Right, Wesley?" I looked at the accused, though Allison's accusation was hardly meant to be such. "I didn't think it would go in very far," protested the accidental penetrator. "But Marti sat on my butt and pushed." "I knew she wanted to lay me," agreed the victim. Returning to her more-immediate partner, "And it hurt like shit, but once he was in it didn't so much. If I twisted too much to the side, it might have. So the only way I could move was up and down." "You know, Allison," I consoled, "sometimes when you're in a dangerous situation, the safest thing to do is to cooperate." "That's sorta what I was thinking," she agreed. "So, Wesley, it got hard and just sort of found his way in?" I still found it a bit hard to believe. "Marti was pushing on his butt," Allison explained. "But Wesley's really strong and didn't let her rush it, it being my first time." "That was good, Wesley," I complimented him. "You not letting Marti hurry it." "It slid better when Allison got..." He paused, searching for the word. "Lubricated, we say. It's how a girl tells you she's ready." They both nodded, probably adding a word to their vocabulary. "We're lucky that we're about the same size," explained Allison. "The same size opposite ways, I mean, if that makes sense." "That's always good," I agreed. Then turning to Wesley, "It's not your size that's most important, though. It's how you use it." "The thing was," added Wesley after a moment's reflection, "I decided that maybe it was better to fake it so'd Marti would get off me and we wouldn't squish Allison." "And I decided that maybe I should fake it so they'd quit bothering us," added his partner. "But we sort of faked out each other, too." "It wouldn't be fair to make her come, just herself," clarified Wesley, in case I didn't follow. "So you were both faking it, but thought the other one was having a real one, so you did too," I summarized. The two nodded. "And by then," justified Allison, "it wasn't like we were virgins, right? And it gives a guy blue balls if he can't finish." "And maybe psychological problems," I added. "You were right in letting him finish." I turned to the boy. "And if you don't help her finish, too, a girl gets frustrated. It's something that boys don't think about enough." "He made sure I didn't get messed up," reflected Allison. "We're best friends." "So who orgasmed first?" I needed the full story. "You mean, 'came', right?" Allison wanted to be sure. "Or 'climaxed'," I provided. "We both did at the same time! We didn't want to look like dummies." Allison brightened at the memory. "Afterwards, we could feel each other's heartbeats, even! I guess it was kinda good how they'd gotten my bra off." "They told us it was just to get us experienced and now we were all the same," concluded Allison's inadvertent lover. "But everybody knows you can't just change your orientation like that." "So how come you gave me this baloney about changing swimsuits? Really weak." Allison had her reason. "You can't tell on your friends, Ms. Wright. Sean and Jessica were pretty cool about it afterwards. The four of us went back up to Big Falls and they said since they'd seen us, we could watch them." "Are we talking sexually?" "It was perfectly fair," judged Allison. "They were a lot better, though, 'cause of practice." "It was pretty hard to see, unless you got right in there," added Wesley. "So was that all?" I wanted to be sure. "Well, afterwards Hank wanted to do it with me," admitted Allison, "but I said, no way, or I'd tell Clarice." She looked at Wesley a bit crossly. "And Marti goosed Wesley under the dining-hall table." "I was passing the oatmeal," Wesley offered in defense. "It gave him a boner," explained his accuser, "but he didn't come or anything." "Want some advice, Allison?" I offered. "Sure." "Get on the pill. Accidents will happen." Babcock says to summarize your findings. (1) They were together in a sleeping bag, in accordance with their initial testimony. (2) They weren't changing into swimsuits, as opposed to their initial testimony. (3) They did each have one leg in one pair of pants, another in the other pair, in accordance with their initial testimony. (4) Wesley's penis did work its way inside Allison, also in accordance with their initial testimony. ...(5) Their act was successful, not covered in their initial testimony. After putting their mutual loss of virginities in context, "Just one of those things along the highway of life," I reassured the pair. Allison beamed, leaned over her burger wrappers and gave me a kiss. A really big kiss. Actually, I realized after a moment that she was working all around inside my mouth. Teenagers can be so exuberant. "Really, you shouldn't, honey!" after she finished with me. "Well Madonna likes to with Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera, and they're about the same age difference as us." I agreed that it was quite nice, but, after all, I'm a private investigator. "Some private investigations are best kept private," Allison reminded me. If I'd had my more-professional business suit, she'd not have seen my nipples. I couldn't help it, I defended my self, but I didn't come or anything. COLLECTION Babcock notes under Collection of Remittances that clients may be unable to settle their account. As Betty's my friend, her daughter's bill's not the sort of issue that you push. I suppose I should have had them pay for my Happy Meal, though, an out-of-pocket expense. As noted earlier, I have some savings, so income just means more tax forms. "I'll tell you what, Allison. A kiss that sweet makes my fee half-settled." She giggled and it occurred to me that such opportunity shouldn't be squandered. "Wesley? Do you know that way, how Allison did that?" "Not really, Ms. Wright." "Well then Allison, to celebrate everything turning out fine, maybe you could give Wesley one too?" She beamed at me. I wasn't sure if she really winked my way before turning to her friend and catching him full mouth. "People might see!" he protested after they were satisfied with their efforts. "Hey, Ms. Wright? Can I ask you something?" still licking her lips. "How'd you guess that Wesley and me were gay/lesbian?" "Lavender underwear, honey." "Lavender underwear?" She thought a moment and then grinned. "You got it mixed up with jelly bracelets. It's different. Lavender undies means we're still choosing." WESLEY ALONE And I was still due half my remuneration! "Allison, hun, you can head on home. I've got a few follow-ups for Wesley and you've probably got homework." After her goodbyes (in which I nailed her with my tongue and made her giggle), I turned to the boy. "Let's go out to my car where nobody's going to listen." (Babcock says that people are more willing to talk in a vehicle.) Extracting myself from the booth, I gave his arm a nice up, over and down, the full cup. Accidentally, of course. Wesley took the passenger side, but I had such trouble holding my clipboard with the wheel in the way. "Here, trade me places," I determined. Sliding across a guy's lap, you can't really judge his equipment without wiggling down rather unprofessionally. You can tell something, however, if he lifts up. (Babcock doesn't say this, but girls know.) In Wesley's case, he lifted, just a little, sneaking a brush of my butt. Fair trade. Comfortably resettled, I nuzzled my knee against his as if it didn't fit under a Civic dash. The steering wheel left him no place to back away. "Just a few more facts for the file." "Whatever you need, Ms. Wright." (Whatever I need? It's not that complicated, my boy.) "Sheila," I corrected. "First of all (and you might just as well be frank with me), you've never had homosexual intercourse, right? You know, butt stuff." Start with a fastball. He was appalled. "No way!" With what I hoped appeared to be an absent-minded, it's-sure-warm-today gesture, I undid my top button. He looked the look that's supposed to look as if you're not looking. "I'm very relieved," I offered. "HIV, you know," leaning enough to keep his attention. "Stay out of goosing contests, just to be safe. With boys, I mean." I casually rested my clipboard-holding hand on his knee while I twisted a bit nearer. (Babcock says that you get the best information when your subject sees you as an ally. Only as a last resort should you resort to duress. Given Wesley's size, I wasn't sure how I'd actually force him to cooperate. Plus it would be unprofessional.) "OK," he agreed "So when the counselors were tying you up and everything, what did the girls do to you?" I pursued as I took the clipboard with my writing hand and dangled my free fingers on the inside of his leg. "Nothing much" Wesley pretended not to notice that I'd found the seam that runs upward. While Babcock distinguishes between procedures of private investigation and law enforcement, I could argue that frisking a suspect might be included in either. Everyone knows that a suspect might have a weapon in his waistband. "Maybe like this," sliding lightly up his thigh. He jerked, but didn't bat me away. "Trying to keep you down." When my fingernail came to rest against the flap over of his zipper, I flicked the fabric. As Babcock points out: effective interrogation maintains pressure. "I don't think, Ms. Wright, Sheila, I mean, that..." "I mean, keep you from escaping," I clarified. "Not keep you down, like, you know, responding." The boy didn't know what to say. "Don't worry, Wesley. It's my job to figure it out." I tried to sound reassuring. "Just answer my questions," creeping a fingerprint over what was now a lump. "Anyway, they had you pinned." My next finger summated, as poor Wesley sat frozen, his eyes darting to see if we were visible to people on the sidewalk. As my hand was low enough, the passerbys hadn't a clue. "Or maybe this. It's better." I followed with the heel of my hand. Light with the fingertips, firm with the palm; Babcock talks about changeups. When I pulled my hand back to confirm his development, Wesley wasn't furtively looking around; his eyes were shut. He was cooperating. "So let me get it straight, what was going on with the girls," I purred. I was getting it very straight, thank you. "You were dishing a little back, I'll bet." "Not really... I mean not like they were doing," he admitted, opening his eyes and looking at my hand. "Show me," I ordered. "I can't..." but before he explained why not, I drew the back of his hand to my ribs. "I need to understand," I insisted, returning to my investigation. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a brassiere," which I'd think he'd have recognized, the way I'd pressed him against its underwire." "Brassiere" sounds more professional than "bra". "Are you sure?" He was pretty uncertain. "Just show me how you were getting even," I insisted. He gulped and palmed my underside, finally letting his fingers move over the front. I wasn't sure if he'd expect an investigator to get hard nipples, but he didn't seem to think it improper. "Keep showing me so I'll know," I requested. His eyes again raced around the parking lot to make sure nobody was watching before he squeezed. "Good," I affirmed. "No, don't stop. I mean you do it quite well." But as I could hardly keep below the windshield, maybe this wasn't quite the right situation. I pulled down his wandering hand and sat on it. (Babcock says that a private investigator may constrain a subject who poses bodily threat. It would be dangerous if somebody called the police on us, I figured.) "That's how you helped them, then," I confirmed after re-establishing my authority. "Nice and gently. Now think how they helped you. Maybe this way?" Catching his ridge between thumb and forefinger, I slid down and up before he could squirm away, noting its admirable quality. His hand remained trapped. "Or like this?" I continued, applying the inside of my wrist. He seemed unwilling to discuss his own condition, which if I may say so, was as hard as a hammer handle. "Which?" in my business voice. "That way, I guess. I mean, sorta that way," he clarified, knees enough parted for met to cup his balls. (I couldn't feel them individually, of course.) "Because they had your pants down, right? Not all this material in the way," somewhat frustrated by his fabric. "Did it feel cold, the fresh air on you?" "Sort of." "We could loosen yours," I suggested. "You'd be more comfortable." "No, don't." "Absolutely not, out here in the car. And don't worry, Wesley," I assured, "How we discuss the case is totally confidential. Just keep your knees apart." "Promise?" His wiggle was already rhythmic. "You got it, mister," now working him swiftly through the denim. The questioning was going well. "I can see why Allison thought you were so good." "She did?" "Some guys just have the size. You're lucky." I don't suppose he was actually that remarkable, given what some girls claim, but it seemed pretty large to me. Now I had my thumb hooked over his belt buckle. If I didn't get him into the open air, it would be easy enough to slip inside. I wanted to watch, though, so I'd understand the timing better. "So you just responded," returning to my questioning. "They probably knew how to do it pretty nice, those girls, right?" "Sure." Wesley was trying not to breathe. "Clarice, anyway." "I figured she might." Thinking a moment of Babcock's definitions, "Larceny," I ruled. "Trying to get something that wasn't hers. Of course she had the advantage of you being pantsed." If my handwork ended clumsily, I wanted some excuse. I'd worked his trouser fabric as lose as I could, but still couldn't close my fist around the outside. My thumb, being inside however, was trolling back and forth over the band of his underpants, proving that I wasn't really out to get anywhere. Noting no resistance on his part to my hand's proximity, I slipped under the elastic and found the fringe of his pubic hair. I wasn't exactly sure when boys grow theirs, but it's by 15. Concluding that I still had his full confidence, I let my thumb find the top of his penis. I guess boys are more or less complete at 15. Maybe he thought I should have stopped short of skin to skin. Or maybe he thought that he should resist a little. Or maybe he just thought I'd find it juvenile. Anyway, when he tried to pull back, I pinched on (not too hard, of course) and he let me stay. Well, more than stay, I guess. A kid his age can't be left in a lurch. I'd have him fully interrogated PDQ. Should I get a hankie? I could test it under the ultraviolet in that booth in the Museum of Natural History where they have the rocks-that-glow collection. Babcock says that's how to check underpants to confirm you-know-what. It usually gets on hers unless he pulls them all the way off. "You weren't too big for Allison, were you?" discovering slickness on the end of his pleasing magnitude. Build your subject's self-confidence. "I don't think so." Wesley managed a grin, though he sounded a bit unsure. "As long as you get her nice and ready, girls like big ones." Damn, if he'd check, he'd see about the nice and ready. I raised my hip to free his hand, but he didn't free himself. "The boy counselors knew how to warm up Allison," I suggested. "You know how, right? Like at the movies." "Maybe not exactly." "On the outside," I clarified, laying his hand on my lap. He didn't get the idea, apparently. The kid was just too new at this sort of thing, I guess. Was this good or bad? I wasn't sure. "Like this," spreading his fingers across my pubis mons and centering a fingertip. He couldn't have felt anything, I suppose, given the skirt and pantyhose, but he'd have the idea. (I can see why Babcock wrote the book. She liked the training part, not just the solving.) "It's OK," I assured the lad. "I'm dressed. Just up and down for a start. That's the ticket." For probably not feeling much of what he was feeling, he definitely had the idea. "It's better without clothes," I apologized. I wasn't sure, though, about the propriety. It's one thing to give a few pointers, another thing to have the tables turned. "It's not that hard to get her panties off. Hose is harder, though, out here in public." Stop it now or end up victimized myself. I know my physiological limits and even through the pantyhose, mine was approaching with every up and down. But, shoot, Allison's mom had engaged me and I couldn't very well leave the girl odd-man-out, except there really wasn't a man involved in this one. First things first. Reluctantly giving up on my own relief, I sat on Wesley's hand again and resumed my questioning. "Allison was slippery inside?" to confirm that the boy counselors took enough time. "Before you rubbed her. Not just after you finished." Jason nodded affirmatively as I masturbated onward. "And you stayed big for her? "Well, not afterwards," he admitted. "Sure. Bigger the better," I added, at last fully under his belt and trying to get more fingers around him. "You need to be careful when an older girl gets to know what you've got. They can't say no to a little fun when you get them in a private place." I paused to let the warning implant. "Next. Did you push when she was ready?" He nodded. "How much?" "Just a little. It sort of went by itself." He was squeaking the car seat, but the windows were up, so it didn't really matter. "Good. Being a sensitive helped you understand what she wanted, first time and all. Just in a little bit," I advised. "Then a little bit more, till you're there," my grip demonstrating. I had a more immediate suggestion, too. "Push up against me maybe a little lighter and feel if it's funner." He did so. I thought it was funner, at least. "Next. Did you hold back to make it last longer for her?" "I wasn't really sure how. I mean, Marti was bouncing me." My guess was that it was funner for Marti, making it happen. "OK," I conceded. "But keep in mind that it's supposed to be a two-person thing." "Older girls are better in making you last," I confided. (The way I've heard it, boys can repeat more times than older men, so you think about the best combined package.) "I don't know, Ms. Wright." He seemed to be having second thoughts. "You asking me this stuff the way you are. Maybe answering's going to make me do something I shouldn't." "Don't worry, Wesley," I promised. "I'm just looking for information and, anyway, it will come out in the laundry." Wesley sucked in his stomach and seemed to have a change of mind, lifting up higher to show me it was a positive thought. "If you undo my belt, it might be more like then," a suggestion that took two or three gasps to expel. (Committing it to paper, these sentences sound too composed. The manner in which the words got said was more sporadic, wedged between discoveries and shoves and hissing sounds. They say a boy's penis is really sensitive.) But before I could unhook the buckle and view the exhibit, Wesley's face flushed and he shot. I could feel the twitches as he sopped my wrist. (I'd forgotten to maintain surveillance, I guess, and missed the woman loading a minivan two parking places away. I doubt she noticed a thing, but in any case, she looked away after I raised my head. Maybe she thought I'd told a great joke and my son was laughing really hard.) "It felt OK? Pretty nice, even? Allison, I mean," after he'd quieted. "It's really great, how the two of you saved the first time for each other." "And not bad," I affirmed, "for holding up under questioning. With an old lady detective who's not as pretty." "Oh, no, Ms. Wright, you're not that old. And I think you're really pretty, too." "Why thank you, Wesley," I smiled. "You telling me that makes me feel like a teenager." Confirmed, I closed the case. "So you, young man," giving his proven manhood a fond, if drippy, squeeze, "owe Allison big-time for helping your sexual orientation. It could take psychiatrist years to get you back on track. Much safer with a girl." He grinned. "Or woman," I added. "One you're familiar with. Not one with diseases." (Private investigation is more than investigating done deeds, according to you-know-who. We look out for our clients' futures, too.) "You two have some catch-up to do, I'd guess," I suggested. "You'll probably need to work on slowing things down, maybe. You hear me? Don't get macho." He nodded, again shut-eyed. It occurred to me that kids these days do a lot of nodding. "Actually," I confessed, "I'm kind of new in some aspects of investigation myself. Think I should have questioned you slower?" He didn't have an answer, but boys don't understand that one. "So what I suggest," offering my hankie and trying to be practical, "is maybe the two of you play Clue over at her place this afternoon. Her folks are at work, I'm pretty sure." In my day, I told him, we'd play Clue and go to real rooms to ask the questions. But since Allison wouldn't have a billiard room, they'd need to make it somewhere else. (I didn't elaborate that once Keith Jarvis got me on the billiard table (the bed we called the billiard table, that is) and asked if it was Miss Scarlet with the candlestick. He'd have to search me with a blunt instrument to solve the case. Maybe that's when I started wanting to be a detective. Afterwards when Keith saw that I really had been Miss Scarlet, he told me that I'd made him do it. Lucky guess, on his part.) Thinking of accidents reminded me of something. "But stop by Wal-Mart first." He nodded. "If you need a few tips on putting it on or anything," I added, "it would be included in my investigation." He thought a moment. "Maybe not, Mrs. Wright. They showed us how in Health." "Of course. I was thinking of advanced tips." But maybe this was pushing it, I decided. (I could have driven him to Wal-Mart and shown him discreetly below the dashboard, but I was being professional. Plus, Wal-Mart parking lots tend to have lots of people. "And if you want to be sure about your orientation, here's what you do." I gave my phone number. (I really should have understated business cards like Babcock suggests.) "Call my office. If an Associate answers, just say its business with the boss. I'll work you into my schedule." Wesley looked concerned, as probably I should have been, knowing something about the age aspect. "Don't worry," I assured. "Nothing Allison wouldn't have got you investigating. It just might be a good idea to keep ahead of her a little, though, know a few more tricks for playing Clue." He looked clueless. To help him out, I added, "Remember how I said that it's not your size that's most important, it's how we use it?" He nodded, not correcting how I'd substituted in the "we". "Well that's basically right, but with one as big as yours, we can use it more ways." He grinned, but didn't ask how. I undid another button for good measure (perhaps less than professionally), licked my lips and shooed him back to his girlfriend. "Hey, guy. Leave me my hankie. It'll wash out, no problem." (The test at the Museum was just for practice, of course; I knew it would effervesce. There was a troop of Girl Scouts in the booth after me and I couldn't help but notice that at least two of them had some sort of fabric article secreted in their hand. Merit badge work, maybe.) FOLLOW-UP November 12, 10:32 AM. My phone still needed mounting on the wall, but it takes those special screws and I was baking bread. Perhaps I should have bought a better phone, as the redial was already kaput. Anyway, I have this gizmo that makes bread. My neighbor Alice makes the coffee and we eat whole-wheat fresh from the machine. The phone rang. "Hello, Ms. Wright? It's Wesley. Howsitgoin'? You know, I was sorta remembering how you said to get back to you after a while?" "Why, yes, Wesley! It's time you did that. Let me check my schedule... Yes, there is a slot come open this afternoon. You do know where my office is?" I gave him my address. "You see, I'm involved in a long-term surveillance of a suspect," looking across the fence at Alice's, "so I'm working under cover. My office sort of looks like a bedroom, but it's really comfortable." Well, it occurred to me, I would indeed be working under the covers. Won't need Babcock for this one. INVESTIGATION CLOSED THE END Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an early version. You can contact me via the site's message form. Holly

COAST WATCH by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Erotic fiction set in the World War II home front intrigues me. There was more sex happening at the time of Viet Nam, I'm sure, but maybe its abundance makes a less-compelling story setting. Free love gets pretty anatomical, but what else? Hoochie coochie was more complicated for the Greatest Generation, more worth writing about. I've posted a photo of two U.S. Coast Guard Women's Reserve officers ordering a Coastguardsman to prepare for duty, a fun duty by the looks of things. The women were known as SPARs, acronym for the Coast Guard motto, "Semper Paratus--Always Ready." http://images.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Coast_Guard.jpg Semper Paratus. A Coastguardsman's my type of man! Here's a picture of me saluting him. http://images.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Salute.jpg COAST WATCH I wasn't sure if I should wear gloves or not. It was September and this is Oregon. Maybe they'll be like the ladies in Charleston, I wondered, but unpacking and buying furniture left me no time to find out in advance. Anyway, I took my gloves; I'd slip them off if I saw they weren't in season yet. I'd not be here in Astoria if my husband hadn't received papers to Tongue Point. I'd taken the train 3000 miles to set up our apartment and he got diverted to Puerto Rico! Nazi subs dropping Spanish spies, I guess they're worried about. I'll wait here until the Coast Guard stations him where they told us he was supposed to go. Coast Guard! It was so nice, therefore, for Eunice to invite me--really my only break from the boxes. Out here on the West Coast, women are friendly. Eunice's husband's supposed to be at the station, too, she said, but got sent to Iceland to train Navy lifesavers. Coast Guard! "Bridge game at my place, Tuesday at 7:00. Girl's night out," she reminded me when we parted. It might be my week's activity, I realized. The fact was that none of the girls did wear gloves and two were even in trousers. Nice pants, to be sure, but they were pants. This wasn't Charleston, even if they wore stockings underneath. In Charleston, ladies don't play bridge on weekday evenings. Just afternoons. Eunice took care of introductions. "We're glad you play bridge. This must be so different from the East, so much rain and everything," she apologized. I didn't correct her that Carolinians are from the South, not the East. Before I moved, I read that South Carolina gets more rain; it's just more spread out in Oregon. Coastguardsmen's wives know about weather. "Do you knit? Well, we'll teach you. It's really fun to make things." The girl named Jane would have issued me needles if I'd not demurred. "I'll start the bidding with a big pass. Who has the face cards?" "Your husband--Dwight, right? He's in the service?" the one named Debby wondered. "Mine's in Alaska. No place to start a family, I told him. One spade, I think. Jane's is in the Pacific, classified supposedly, but it's just Hawaii." Maybe that's why they invited me; we're waiting for our men. The good thing about a Coast Guard husband is that he usually stays close to home. The bad thing is that that was before the war. "That's such a pretty blouse," noted Eunice. "Maybe they have it Portland. Whose bid is it? Oh, sorry. I pass." I took the bid to two hearts and Debby closed it at two spades. I didn't mind being the dummy, first deal. Fewer chances to muff things. We made four. By the end of the hand, I was almost one of the girls. Everybody thought it was great that we made even more than our bid. As expected, conversation got onto men and the war. My Dwight wasn't an officer or anything (somewhat of a social demerit in Charleston, I'd discovered), but here it was much more about what he really does. Keeping the motors going is really important, they all agreed. Did I work in a factory making airplanes back east? They'd read that girls do it. No, I confessed, I was a typist at County Records. Well, records are important, too, they deemed. Eunice worked as a secretary at Tongue Point. Not saving people, of course, but in the office. The Lieutenant Commander's office, she noted with aplomb. "That's where I met my hubby," she explained, counting her cards to see where she'd dealt wrong. "Plus Bruce," quipped Jane, knitting as she waited for the dealer to find her mistake. "She made Bruce an Able Bodied Seamen by being his First Mate," which brought a laugh. I think it was a joke, anyway. "Hey!" Eunice chided. "Secrets are secrets." "Not in the Auxiliary," and everybody roared. I laughed with the bunch. It's good to be included. But oh my! I'd not tell a joke like that. "The thing is," confided Eunice as she re-dealt, "it's really important to keep up the morale for the men guarding the shore." "Did she say 'morale' or 'moral'," interrupted Debby. Chortles. "No, really," Eunice continued. "Those boys get lonely, too." "Some girlie in a bathing suit's giving your hubby a private hula dance and you're going to sit home with the Saturday Evening Post?" asked Jane. "You need a date now and then yourself, right? It's just till the war's over." Just till the war's over? I thought about it. They go on dates? Eunice noticed my brow. "Just Coast Guard boys. Everybody got thirteen cards this time?" *** At the five-and-dime where I'd gone to buy clothespins, a blond Coastguardsman--just recruited, I could tell by his haircut--in front of me stepped back and his arm brushed my chest. I, too, stepped back, at first flustered, but less so when I saw his embarrassment. "Sorry, ma'am," his eyes averting mine. It was just an accident, but hanging up my laundry later made me think about the boys who bumped my breasts when I was in junior high. It happened to my friends, too, and we said the boys were creeps. But actually, I sort of liked it. *** Next time, cards were at Jane's. I loved her spoon collection--one from nearly every state. "I trade for them," she admitted. "I've never been further than Nebraska." I said I'd write my friends in South Carolina to see if they had extras. "Eunice and I are doing coast watch tomorrow," the hostess volunteered while serving the coffee. Back in Charleston, we never drank coffee while we played. Out here, everybody just lays down their hands while we add the cream and sugar. "Coast watch?" I asked. "You know, look for subs." "Oh my! I didn't know." "We never see them, but the Japs got a freighter one time!" "Oh, my!" "Or sometimes what they do is sit offshore so spies can blink them signals." "Are there Japanese who live up here?" "Not like California. We got some draft dodgers, though." If I were a spy, I'd want to be in the Coast Guard so I could steal the lighthouse signals, but I didn't say it. "It's not too dangerous to watch for subs," Jane assured, "but sometimes it's pretty rainy. One diamond." I was doubtful. "They let us do it, women, I mean. After all," I reasoned, "what would we do if we captured one?" She laughed. "Tell him to go home. We're just the Auxiliary. Free a man to fight, the way they say it," she added. "'Course, the ones who guard the beach are pretty important, too." "Yes, I'm sure. One heart." "Our little way of helping. Just for an hour or so," she clarified, which wasn't clear at all. "Want to go in my place? I could use the shut-eye." "I'm not in the Auxiliary." "Sure you are. You play bridge. Eunice will pick you up at 20:00. That means eight o-clock." I knew that. "Wear a raincoat, 'cause it'll pour if you don't." I got torpedoed at one heart because I missed my finesse. *** That week I saw the Coastguardsman who'd bumped me at the five-and-dime. He and a girl went into the Seashell, the movie house. The picture was a cowboy one. I wondered if he bumped her breast at the ticket window. If they sat in the back. If they watched the movie. I'd done everything with Dwight because we were married. I liked doing it a lot. But I still remembered the boys in senior high who touched my top. I'd let them feel me up, but not too much, so they'd not start stories. It was pretty fun, those days. *** We were an Auxiliary of two: Eunice driving a Coast Guard automobile and me the new recruit. I'd not the slightest idea of how to spot an enemy sub. We drove to a bluff overlooking the Pacific. "Thar she blows," explained my partner, pointing to a boxy-looking structure on stilts. It wasn't that easy climbing up the ladder and through the opening, but I'd pants on, per Eunice's advice. At least it wasn't raining. The lookout cabin wasn't much bigger than a delivery van. A window pointed seaward. Two chairs. Trunks against the back. A telephone, the boxy military type, on the wall. The view toward China was nothing but fog. "We take turns?" figuring I'd hardly sleep when it wasn't mine, anyway. I knew about watches from Dwight. "Naah. We can't see them and they can't see us, so it's safe. We'll just wait for the guys." "Which guys?" "The ones assigned to be here, Bruce and Charlie. You'll like Charlie. He's an Easterner, too. The ensign says it's legit 'cause it gives us eight eyes instead of four. That's if we're looking out the window! Have a seat." I heard a vehicle stop, drive away and there were sounds on the ladder. "Hi there, doll." A Coastguardsman's head popped through the trapdoor. Maybe it was the jaunty cap illuminated from his Ray-O-Vac that made him look about eighteen. "Bruce's behind me," as the two scrambled in. "We got smokes." It wasn't clear to me why it took four of us up here if we weren't going to see anything. "I'm from Kansas City," Charlie introduced himself and took the vacant chair. "Bruce's from Arizona. That's why we joined, to see the sea." and all of us laughed. The one named Bruce busied himself with the telephone, saying some numbers when he got it to function. "Every hour," explained Eunice. "If we don't report on the hour, they figure we've been attacked. Regs, you know." "Or that we're asleep," added Bruce. "It looks bad for the unit if we get an inspection, so they wake us up." From the glow from the cigarettes, I could see Eunice pulling blankets out of a trunk. "Anybody cold?" Bruce beamed and sat on the trunk next to Eunice. He was older, maybe thirty. Maybe men from Arizona just look older because of the sun. "Douse the light so the subs can't see us," ruled Eunice when Bruce put his arm around her. "Want a drag?" suggested Charlie, scooting his chair next to mine and offering a cigarette. "Help make you warm. You look swell." This wasn't what I'd come for, to drivel around with some smart punk. I moved my chair. "Come on, babe! It's cold up here," scooting closer. "I'm married!" I hoped firm enough to make him realize I wasn't just playing hard to get. Eunice had stopped whatever she was doing. "Yeah, Charlie. Don't act so officer." "I mean...," I interjected, as maybe I'd misinterpreted something. "I mean we got to watch for subs." Charlie didn't have a quip, but at least he'd quit chasing my chair. The four of us spent the next hour talking about the war, what bands were recording, how Astoria's pretty much the end of the world. Charlie tried every line he could think of to get me interested in him and we all laughed at the silliness of it--even him, after a while. Of course he got nowhere, but it was fun to joke around. Like they'd said at bridge, these guys get lonely, just like us. Eunice and Bruce got a good bit less lonely than we did. It wasn't so dark that I couldn't see she'd moved to his lap. They didn't even care that we could hear them smooch. I suppose the Coastguardsmen know how far each other got on a date, just like girls do. Maybe they lie more, though. Their blanket hid how far their hands ventured. You can hear kisses, but you can't really hear buttons. From the giggles, though, you suspect. At the end I let Charlie give me a little kiss on the cheek. He's just a kid. Eunice and I were leaving in a few minutes, anyway. "Maybe next time?" Charlie grinned. I told him, "Maybe after we sink the spies with your flare," a nix without sounding too uppity, I hoped. Everybody laughed. The tower swayed in the wind, but we were dry. This wasn't such a bad way to spend a little time while the war goes on. "Charlie's not that bad," apologized Eunice when we later got in our car. "Just a bit much at first." "Well, he is sort of forward," I agreed. "Bruce is quieter," reaching in her sweater to reposition her underwear. Maybe I'd not just imagined what I thought I imagined up there. And she's married! "Should Charlie and I have gone out to the car, or something?" I asked. It didn't seem right to have been up there when the other two were fooling around. "Against regs. They have to stay up there. It's okay. No secrets in the Auxiliary, remember?" "If you say so." "Why don't you come by station and size them up before next time," Eunice decided. "That'd be better." Well, you can't go blaming girls who get left behind, even if you wouldn't yourself. *** I thought of how Eunice seemed to know how things worked. She'd made no effort to keep me from knowing how far Bruce got. A guy getting in your sweater is maybe no big thing out here. Maybe I shouldn't have backed away from the Coastguardsman at the five-and-dime and made some comment about the movies. Maybe we'd have had a Coke and caught a matinee. A cowboy one. Sit in the back. I wouldn't let him in my sweater because I'm married, not too much anyway. It's not like we'd be making love or anything. But I didn't want a typist job at the station, despite Eunice's urging, because of Charlie. He'd have complained to all his Coast Guard buddies about the prude in the Auxiliary. They'd look at me strange. *** But I did get a job at the recruiting office downtown. Astoria wasn't big enough for each service to have its own secretary, so we'd give out information, point the recruit in what we thought was the right direction and process the initial paperwork. I usually talked the boys out of the Marines. The kid wanted to bayonet the Nips, but I told him he'd be peeling potatoes. Coast Guard's much better. Look at the men at Tongue Point. They'll be the ones to machinegun any Jap spy. William was a case in point: he was at the office the day after he graduated from Astoria High. He wasn't that big, but he seemed plenty smart. Smart enough to enlist to guard the coast, anyway. I showed him where to check "Signalman" as a training preference, though everybody knew that the Coast Guard never reads the form. He'd stop by almost every day to check for his orders. It was with pleasure I gave him his ticket to New Jersey. I even saw him off at the bus station, me and half the town. He'd do the Coast Guard proud. Was I surprised three months later when the phone rang! "It's me, William. Guess what? They posted me right back here, out at the station, I mean! I'm a mess-man. It means I cook on the cutter when we go out. Pretty good job. They lost the paper that said I'd do the radio, but that's okay." "Super! I'm pleased for you." I really was. As long as the cutter didn't meet a sub, anyway. "Just thought you'd like to know." "Semper Paratus--Always Ready." It's how you tell a new Coastguardsman that you think they're doing an important job. *** I stopped by the five-and-dime a few times to see what they had new. I just might to run into that blond Coastguardsman. I'd act like I didn't remember, though, and get to know him a little before we went to the show. I'd not really go with him, of course, but if I did, maybe I'd wear my rose-pattern blouse. It's the style that's not tucked in. At the Seashell, you have to be careful. But he never came shopping and I ran out of new things to inspect. *** It was probably a month later. I'd been keeping plenty busy at the office, so it might have been more. "Guess what?" announced Eunice after taking the bid three no-trump. "I saw the roster for the coast watch this Friday. Nice boys on it." I wasn't her partner and I held most of the high clubs, so they were probably set. "Se le guerre," as they say in French. "My turn! Where's my raincoat?" volunteered Jane. "Make sure he's got his," from Debby, the joke apparent even to me. "And guess what else," Eunice continued, looking my way. "That one you recruited, William, I think, is listed." I was surprised. "I thought he worked in the kitchen." "It's after he peels the potatoes." "He peels one of us," filled in Debby, giggling at her wit. I didn't like that. "Who says?" "Well, nobody," admitted Eunice. "He's new on patrol, according to the roster." Well, I didn't even like them talking about him. "He's just a kid." "Dibs!" jumped in Debby. More laughter. Eunice looked at me more closely. "No, wait. Who recruited him gets to go. It's only fair." I wasn't talking about going. "No," I backed off. "I didn't mean me." The diversion made me lose count of the face cards, but it didn't matter. "No, no. Go ahead," Eunice urged. "Debby can read her Look Magazine and think about the big one she scored last week. She doesn't even know your William." Debby wrinkled her nose good-naturedly and gave a dramatic sigh. My William? Oh my! *** Jane and I waited in the tower until we heard the vehicle pull up. After a minute it drove off. I could only hope that Eunice had read the roster correctly. It was several minutes before the trap door lifted. Even bundled in a stocking-cap with his pea-coat pulled up to his cheeks, I could tell the second one in was William. He looked startled when he recognized who was in the lookout. "Oh! I didn't think it would be you!" "Yeah, it's me. How are you?" "Fine I guess." He looked at his feet. "I just didn't think that..." "I just wanted to say hi, is all." "I got assigned to stand watch." Jane interrupted, opening a trunk. "How 'bout we put up the curtain? You two can have the chairs." The other Coastguardsman, a tall fellow whose name I'd missed, strung a blanket from hooks on the ceiling, separating them from us. In a moment, a hand shoved a blanket under the divider. "Don't get cold." Jane's voice. With the blanket between us, the waves below and the wind all around, the other couple couldn't hear you if you didn't talk too loud. "I've never been up here before," I whispered to William, "except once and nothing happened." "You're her?" His question horrified me, as it meant that the tale was known. "I guess." "Anyway, he didn't say who. Just that one kiss from her was better than a--well, you know--from anybody else." Maybe little Charlie's got a bit of decency, I realized. I was glad I'd given him the kiss, and not just for the compliment. He'd settled for the kiss, maybe, but he'd wanted to poke me, too. "Let's just watch for Japs," William decided. The night was clear for a change. If they were going to slip a spy on shore, we'd catch him. "You're married, right?" after we got tired of watching. The way he asked it wasn't like he was assessing me. He just wanted to know. "Yep. Coast Guard, just like you. He's in Puerto Rico for a while." "Lucky. It's sunny there." "I guess. You got a gal?" "Did, but she ditched me right after I joined." "Tough luck." "It's okay. I'm going to college when this is over." "Really?" "Engineering, maybe. You got me thinking about radios when I signed up." I was glad I'd done that. "You're shivering," he realized. "Here, wear this," unfolding the blanket. "No, I'm fine." "How 'bout you just put it over you?" What could I do? "Thanks," wrapping it around my back. But that wasn't fair. "Here, we'll share," sticking the edge back over his shoulder. "Any Japs out there." Nope." I watched the sea, wondering how many fish were out there. From the other side of the lookout came muffled laughter and occasional words. "Stop that, buddy!" Jane's every inflection to the contrary. "You like this better?" "Maybe." But there wasn't much maybe about it. At one point she said, "Up more," but I don't know about what. I could hear as they arranged themselves and then their pushing. At the end she said, "Oh" three times. I suppose William heard as well, but we didn't look at each other. I hoped he understood that Jane wouldn't have done it, except for the war. It was better just to guard the coast, we both knew. William told me that sometimes you could see whales during the day. I told him about all the sailboats that dock at Charleston. He told me that the navy was getting blimps to watch the coast pretty soon, but they'd always need the Coast Guard. I liked the thought of floating in a blimp. I wondered if Jane's orgasm was as long as it sounded. I woke up when the telephone buzzed. Otherwise it was quiet but for the waves and wind. In a moment the tall Coastguardsman opened the curtain, gave me a goofy grin and said something official-sounding into the mouthpiece. William's arm was around my back and my head was on his shoulder. I wasn't cold any more. William was still watching the sea, the edge of his hand barely touching the side of my breast. I'd given a kiss to Charlie, hadn't I? Why not William, then? It wasn't really that much of a deal. "How'd it go?" was Jane's question when we got to the auto. I sensed her hope, but she saved me from having to explain when I didn't have a good answer. "A girl's her own boss, right?" Her evening wasn't that simple, or maybe it was simpler. I'm not sure. "I didn't trust his rubber; it's good I brought my own," she summarized. I agreed that it was good. That was really all there was to our reporting. I didn't tell her that when I kissed William, I let his hand reach further and only pushed it aside when it tried to open my buttons. But then I'd let it come back to try again. I didn't mind. It's just for the war. Dwight's down there in Puerto Rico, probably with one of those senoritas with the wide, low-cut necklines. *** At the next bridge game, Jane must have said not to press me for details. "A girl says no and that's it," Debby volunteered. "Or maybe you only remember what he was supposed to wear when you start throwing up in the morning," someone added. "I almost got seasick," I joined into the swing, "but just from the way that tower swayed around." It was good to make it into something funny. "I didn't want to crash it down with us up there." Jane's is a real card. We talked about how to make do with less cooking oil. If everybody pitches in for the war effort, we'll bring it to a quicker end. We never got around to playing bridge. "Want to go again, though, don't you," Eunice asked me as we departed. "I don't know." "With William, I mean." "Maybe." *** I thought about my first coast watch, the one with Charlie. A few weeks after me he'd been up there with Jane and screwed her silly. She wouldn't lie. "I was still coming and the telephone went off and Bruce had to open the curtain to answer the damn thing!" "At least Charlie started your engine," complained Eunice. "By the time Bruce finished the phone call, he'd turned into a herring." Everybody said, "Ohhh, poor Eunice," till she laughed, "Okay, okay, I got it back to being a tuna quick enough," and smacked her lips. I imagined how it might have been to make love with Charlie. The kiddo had a lot of spunk. But I'm glad I hadn't let him. Charlie wasn't my husband, and anyway, hardly knew him. Such concerns didn't bother Jane, though, and she sure felt better afterwards. I thought about my second coast watch, the one with William. I'd awakened with his hand near my breast. Had he already touched me? He wasn't that sort of boy, was he? But if he had, would my nipple have been hard enough to be felt through my clothing? When I kissed William, he'd advanced his hand--tentatively, to be sure--toward his target. Other than knowing he shouldn't have tried it, I liked that he was interested. If I'd gone back to sleep and not been awake to stop him, would he have undone my blouse all the way? If I'd not really returned to sleep, but he thought I was, would I have kept my eyes closed? What if he took off my brassiere? It was getting too complicated. I didn't know. I touched my shirt to see how I might have felt to William. I could feel my nipple, but then again, maybe it was my nipple feeling his hand. *** I saw William at the shoe store where he grinned and had me help him choose new loafers. We didn't mention where we'd last seen each other last. At the doorway nobody was watching and I let him kiss my cheek. I sort of wished we'd been where his arm could have been around me. I do know, though, that he touched my back where my hooks would be. It wasn't that I'd planned anything; it just came out. "Seen the new one at the Seashell?" "What is it?" I wasn't sure. "They say it's pretty good." "I'm off till 6:00." It wasn't that long to 6:00, I realized, but it wasn't as if I had a backup plan. When we arrived, the picture had already started, but so what? Looking around, though, caution guided me. "You know, William? Maybe it's not such a good idea for us to go in together." "Maybe not," he agreed. "I'll go in first and you find me," my solution. The Seashell was mostly empty, but there weren't any areas where we'd really be alone. The back row was the fullest. I chose a seat part way back. Gary Cooper was playing an ex-sheriff who'd stumbled into a nest of train robbers. William found me shortly and after assessing the proximity of neighbors, put his arm around my shoulder. It felt nice. Nobody could see unless the couple in front of us turned around, and they were actually watching the movie. Probably married. That's what Dwight and I would have been doing, anyway. After a bit, William managed to drape his arm far enough to touch the side of my breast. I wasn't sure if I should let him, but raising my hand to stop him didn't do much but provide him a cover under which he could massage the front. Not a bad idea to hide it a little, I realized, here in the picture show. The way he dragged the wool against my brassiere was fun. It was kind of old underwear, I realized, but he couldn't tell. My sweater posed a problem, as there wasn't an easy way for him to reach in without pulling it up, and I wasn't about to let him do that, given there was a guy not that far behind us. I supposed the girl back there had chosen something that unbuttoned. I wasn't expecting William to put his other hand on my knee, but at least this one was where nobody could see. I certainly didn't encourage him. If he'd have tried to tug up my skirt, I'd have said no because I'm already married. Better to just cover his hand with mine, I decided, to keep it from where it shouldn't go. Not that I'd have really minded, but we're in the Seashell. I wasn't expecting him to steer my hand to his lap. I'd have pulled away, except I was too surprised. Anyway, I was married, so I knew what I'd find. I liked how he reversed our roles and now kept his hand over mine. Gary Cooper wasn't getting any help from the train crew in stopping the impending train heist. The engineer was just smoking his pipe. If someone I know sees us, I decided, I just tell them that I like Gary Cooper. How that would explain my palm on his fly, I wasn't sure, but I'd think of something. Denim's thick, of course, plus his undershorts, but you still get a pretty good idea of what's under it. I suppose that William's penis was about like Dwight's, but I'd have had to reach inside to be sure. Maybe I could have done that in the last row, but not with the girl behind us watching. Anyway, I could tell that William liked me moving my hand. I rather liked it, too. If he'd returned to my knee, maybe I'd have let him work my skirt up a little. Not as far up as my panties, though, not here in the Seashell. I really didn't have to do much, as he was already hard -- just rub up and down along the ridge under his pocket. When he lifted against me and sucked in a breath, I knew what was happening. I'd never done this to Dwight, but being married teaches you how things work. Making a fellow climax is pretty easy. Anyway, what happened to William was more his fault than mine, as he'd made me do it. It wasn't as if I'd planned it when I came in, anyway. He didn't say anything about it afterwards and I didn't ask. It's not what you talk to a boy abut, I realized. You know what happened and that's enough. When we exited, me a little shaky, him maybe more, William said, "See you around." "Okey-dokey," I told him. I thought I could see a spot on his trousers, but the light wasn't very good. If it's what I thought it was, I liked the idea that I'd made it. The girl who'd sat behind us winked at me in the lobby. I'll bet she saw the spot. Next day I went to the ladies counter at Penney's and lied to the girl that my husband would be getting discharged pretty soon. Any nice brassieres on sale? These ones are never on sale, she said, but here's one that he'll like. *** When Eunice at last reported that William was standing coast watch, I went. Everybody thought that was how it should be, but a girl's her own boss. I think so, too. I was glad the girls couldn't see my nipples, but maybe they knew anyway. *** William's being in the lookout when I entered made it seem easier. He hung my raincoat by the door. Debby was with me and obviously knew the other Coastguardsman. "Hi, there," she greeted him. "Hi, yourself," as they hung the curtain. William and I took our chairs and chatted about our jobs. He was learning about radio on his own and they'd let him take a test. If he passed, they'd let him apply for real training. He knew some of the boys I'd processed at the office and thought that one had lied about his age, but I shouldn't do anything. Nothing to report in the way of the Japanese fleet, of course; maybe that's because they knew we'd spot them. Debby was giving her friend the "Not tonight," but he wasn't fooled. The chairs were hard and it didn't really matter where we sat anyway, I told myself. Sitting on a trunk, we could still see the horizon. The blanket only made sense, given the temperature. He'd had his arm around me before, so that wasn't different. It wasn't really different when his hand wrapped around my ribs. We shared a little kiss to remind each other. We could hear the two on the other side of the curtain shedding garments. If I'd not turned toward his reach, maybe William wouldn't have lifted my sweater. Fingers creeping up my stomach reminded me of a submarine approaching the shore. By the sounds of their rustling, the other two must have moved to the floor. If I'd not leaned back, maybe William wouldn't have discovered my new brasserie. His fingers slipping inside reminded me of a submarine discharging its spies. Debby's "Oh God, that's nice!" encouraged her friend, by the sound of the result. I didn't say anything. We kissed while William undid my hooks. Though I knew that the other two couldn't see, I kept my sweater on, though it meant having to pull my arms out of the sleeves and then slip them back in. The telephone might ring and I didn't even know the other's guy's name. When William touched my hip, I scooted onto his lap, facing him. The air was cold against my chest, but I didn't care. "No, like this," Debby's voice came through and we could hear them get in what must have been a better position. My hand wouldn't have fallen on William's lap if we each hadn't given it a little room for it to do so. I'd known he'd be hard from the Seashell, of course, but it still startled me to again feel how much. I recognized Debby's "Ahh" above creak of floorboards and the thump of body against body. It took forever to get William's trousers down, but maybe he thought the same about getting my skirt up. I'd chosen my black panties, but he couldn't really see. Maybe we just weren't very good with each other's clothes. It didn't matter. Oh, my! I'd touched the flesh of only one penis before, Dwight's. William was special because this was my second. Sitting where I was, I could rub it against the part of me that liked it. He grinned when I trailed my breasts back and forth against his. Maybe William thought we should get down floor like the others, but a girl's her own boss. He wasn't acting that expert about what we were doing, so him sitting on the trunk made a lot of sense. Plus I'd be better situated if the other guy looked in. This is the kind of thing you shouldn't be doing if he's not your spouse, I told myself, but it's not like you're actually sleeping together. Anyway, William's not married and Dwight's going to be in Puerto Rico for a while. A girl can't just sit around till her husband gets discharged. He didn't require further preparation and was easy to aim. William's gasp was maybe louder than mine when I pushed down. At first maybe I wasn't quite straight, but that took only a moment to resolve. I know I should have worked it in slower, but I forgot. Or maybe William pushed more than I planned. Debby was climaxing on her side of the curtain, panting with each bounce. Clenching my backside, William held me impaled for what seemed the longest time, watching my face for a signal. I waited as long as I could, then looked at the rafters. We began to rock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He and I were a good match. I was glad we'd moved from the chairs. Come on, Coastguardsman William, and I'll show you how. I orgasmed way too fast and maybe so did William, but so what? I hoped the curtain blocked more of our sound than theirs, but whatever they heard they heard. No secrets in the Auxiliary. It's just for the war, like they'd explained. Debby had no doubts afterward. "Double bulls-eyes! You came like a cutter, full throttle," saluting me. "I guess," still in a bit of a buzz, if not from the act at this point, from the realization. I'd my new brassiere still in my hand. No sense bothering to put it on. "Penney's?" Jane wondered. "Thought so," recognizing the cut. "Got your panties?" then moving to a related subject. "Did you make him an Able Bodied Seaman?" I remembered the joke. "By being his...?" "First Mate," she jumped in. "The guys at the station said he was a virgin. He gets thrown overboard, sort of a promotion. The ensign says he has to wear a lifejacket. She looked me over. "Remembered your underwear but forgot your raincoat. We always miss something, don't we?" Raincoat? Oh my! He'd not volunteered and I not asked! I guess Jane read my face. "Oh damn," she concluded. "Well, we only did it once," I assured her. She said she'd talk to Eunice. Riding home, I listed my reasons. I'd not made a hasty choice. I'd said no to Charlie and not gone to the Seashell with the blond boy. It wasn't in the bed that I'd bought with Dwight's paycheck. There'd been the curtain. William was Coast Guard. If I hadn't first-mated him, one of the others would have and they hardly knew him. And, oh my, it felt so good! *** Eunice always said it was because of how she'd "clarified and expedited" the station's personnel request. The Lieutenant Commander doesn't care who gets brought as long as he can do the job. Once Eunice heard what William hadn't worn, maybe it wasn't just luck that Dwight got his Astoria posting as quickly as possible. What do you do when your Coastguardsman comes home from the war? You start with a pretty almost-new brassiere and do it two or three times that very night. And then some. Enough anyway, that he remembers. You remember, too. Where did he learn those moves? Did that little senorita even have straps on her dress? Well, my husband didn't volunteer to get posted down there. Guys don't count weeks. Girls do. Forty weeks is normal from your last period. "Just a little premature," the nurse explained to Dwight, "but he's in perfectly fine condition. See where his hair's thin? He'll catch up right away. Probably wear a uniform just like his dad. Here, let me show you how to hold a bottle." Dwight beamed. Coastguardsmen trust authority, even if that authority's nothing more than a starched white cap. He'll make a great dad. I knew I'd seen that nurse somewhere before. Something about her eyes. In church? Afterwards the nurse told me she'd never make life difficult for a Coast Guard wife, especially one who helps guard the beaches. "They send your husband to God-knows-where and leave you here! The war and all, I can imagine it gets lonely up in those lookouts." I nodded thanks. "Same around here. The men are gone and we keep it running," waving at the hospital. "We nurses got us a canasta club. We call ourselves the Aides, though most of us are registered," touching her cap. "We get those Quaker boys sent to do their civilian public service. It's easy 'cause a hospital has lots of beds." "Quaker boys?" "They may be Quakers, but they're not that religious. Remember me?" I looked at her. "I'm sorry. Maybe..." "Don't worry," she laughed. "I sat behind you one time at the Seashell. Is he the daddy?" "You were behind us?" "Don't worry," she again assured. "It's just till the war's over." THE END Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. My website's not much graphically, I'll admit, but HTML isn't my native language. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an early version. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. Holly

ROSIE THE RIVETER by Cindi Barton and Holly Rennick FIRST AUTHOR'S NOTES We contribute this slice of heritage to National Women's History Month. (Whoops! NWHM was in March. Well, for the one next year.) There were eighteen million Rosie the Riveters, two of whom were Alice Jean Crowder and Diane Stapleton Estes and they welded, not riveted. They welded very well, thank you, according to the Kaiser Shipbuilding inspection tallies. In terms of rivets (if you're a literal male), we had Rose Bonavita who drove a record 3,345 into a torpedo bomber in 1943. A Rosie really named Rose! History says that World War II was won by American industrial might. (Should we have said "Herstory"? Considering Ms. Bonavita, "Herstoria"? Vocabulary got complicated after the Rosies burned their bras and the US got licked in Viet Nam.) Give the picture at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Rosies.jpg a gander. Rosie on the left, in her polka-dot bandana, flexes her muscle in the "We Can Do It" 1943 poster. And do it she did, once she got to California. Rosie on the right is Norman Rockwell's Saturday Evening Post cover. Think she got that satisfied in an afternoon of peening rivets? Dr. Freud! We got one for you! If these two Rosies had just been building war machines, they would have had to wear hardhats. SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTES See if you can find the "play within the play". I didn't invent the structure. I think Shakespeare did. NEW HIRE #1 Richmond Kaiser Shipyard Welding Crew #138: Calvin McKee, chief, Dennis Selfridge, Alice Jean Crowder and Warner Marti -- Kaiser's best burners, we boasted. Our hardhats had 138 over a big V for victory. I'm Alice Jean. I bring in more take-home pay than my husband Stan who's a rigger. But Calvin got on with General Electric's sub division, and Dennis had the seniority. Myself, I'd started later in the shipbuilding trade, leaving college for the War effort. I'd been studying for the stage, since I have some talent. (Well, OK, I was having some grade problems, too.) But now welding for two years, I was getting to be an old hand. Hell, it got me to California, same as if I'd opted for the cinema. Stan, the first rigger I ever met, swept me off my feet by the Golden Gate and got me in what looked to be the family way, so we got married. Turns out to have been a false alarm, but we'd already tied the knot. Welding Crew #138: Dennis Selfridge, chief, Alice Jean Crowder, Warner Marti and one new hire -- Kaiser Shipbuilding's best burners, we hoped. "So this must be Chester Estes," I judged when I saw Personnel escorting the gangly new-hire into Shipway 11. LeeAnne in Personnel had tipped me that the new one was single; it's interesting how new hires get classified. Her understanding was that this one learned to weld on the farm. Kaiser gets us from all over. Watching the new hire reminded me my first day, but twenty times more, me being a woman. Poor guy. Males want so hard to impress. Dumped into the scurry, he's thinking he made a bad job choice. My first day, I'd known the Bette Davis bit. Hi there, fellas! Worked like a charm. I just hadn't realized why Stan had driven me to see the Bay lights from the far docks. I just wasn't used to brandy, I guess, but maybe at the same time I was ready to live a little. Welcome to California! I hoped this new one would give it a couple of years; it can take a while, but you get to like it. Me, I'd chosen Kaiser for the wrong reason -- the overtime. Now I'd found a better reason to punch in, welding real ships, proving that us dolls can do it faster, even. I was pleased that the guys made a point of formally introducing themselves to Chester, the new one. And after a few jokes, he'd quit refolding his goggles (men like their hands occupied) and was discussing which Yankees were likely to enlist in which Armed Force. Those service teams could whomp the Majors these days, he said. Women tend to get acquainted in terms of what we like, the soaps, for example. Men, by what they think. It's good to have something in common besides ironwork. Chester hailed from Oklahoma, went to the Baptist Church, was in tractor sales before the War, ruefully conceding that welding was harder, "but sure beats commissions." I circumspectly sleuthed two crucial items: he wasn't a fag and admitted to no spouse. Most gals just check the latter, but I'd known a boy in school who wore his sister's clothes. Secondary positives included that he smoked, enjoyed dancing (not competitively, he wanted to be clear) and had good manners. A potential negative seemed to be the seriousness with which he took baseball. On the other hand, he could have liked the bottle too much, a sure-fire Monday-morning problem for the rest of us. Then Dennis got a transfer to Kaiser Vancouver and crew chief goes by seniority. Welding Crew #138: Alice Jean Crowder, chief, Warner Marti, Chester Estes and another new hire -- Kaiser Shipbuilding's best burners, I wondered. I was glad I'd worked my way up, Heliarc in glove, so to speak. Chiefs need to earn their respect, especially woman ones. NEW HIRE #2 And our new welder was another woman! Another Rosie the Riveter to the public, still a broad to most guys in Richmond. But to hell with that! Because I was now a "Chief Broad" whose beads stayed tight. It just takes that little bit of extra heat and not pulling the rod away too fast. (I'm talking welding technology.) But another gal? I was as doubtful about this new one, Diane Stapleton, her name, as were Warner and Chester. Could she carry her weight? She seemed to have the biceps, I agreed. Be trusted not to burn the guy on her right? Hell, would she do her part cleaning up? I could tell from her union book that she'd apprenticed in Kansas City and she probably knew her theory. Rosies usually do. And for $1.05 an hour, 40 hours plus, two-week paid vacation, sick leave, Rosies move to yards where there's more water than ever flowed in the Missouri. Did the same, myself. Welding Crew #138: Alice Jean Crowder, chief, Warner Marti, Chester Estes and Diane Stapleton -- Kaiser Shipyard's first half-and-half burners. I was pleased to have an unattached gal on board (thank you, LeeAnne in Personnel) for Chester's sake. I didn't foresee romance right off (this Diane seemed too pretty), but something to think about. Plus, single Sallies make better friends -- no raised-eyebrow, "Oh, my husband wouldn't want me to, but it's your business." Plus, as the three of us noted first day, this one could submerge arc as fast as anybody could feed her electrodes. Crew chiefs need to watch things. Diane and Chester exchanged greetings at the gate, I observed, and chatted over lunch when a bench was free. Maybe there was hope for Cupid, but after a month I'd suggest a little faster. There's a War going on, you know? I'd been a virgin when I arrived, too. I could tell that about Diane just from her giggle. Shoot! If I'd taken the bus to Hollywood and traded mine off smarter, I'd not be in these coveralls. But I'd not be making big ships. I was, I'll admit, a little glad that Warner wasn't the one making eyes at Diane (if that's what Chester thought he was doing. It takes a little action, too.). I liked Warner to pal around with. BARN DANCE Knowing that Chester danced gave me the inspiration. "Third Friday every month, 7:30, they open up Store Shed 19 for a country hoedown, just like what we got drug to when we were kids on the farm." Casually (I hoped), I added as an afterthought, "I'll ask around and see who else is going." When Diane laughed, "Barn dance?" I guessed it was at the idea of stepping out with string-bean Chester, not alternate left and righting. No, really. She'd love to go, though she admitted to only a city girl's idea of barn dancing. Chester knew how, I assured. When I promised there'd be no cows or hogs, I had to add that it was a joke. A barn dance is about as safe as a social can be. You're in the arms of a different fella every 30 seconds. Even still, I pulled Diane aside, "You get everything pretty in your room, honey, the other girls ready to slip away for a soda, just in case." It doesn't hurt to be prepared, even if you're not that kind of girl. She didn't see it my way, but knew I was trying to be helpful. On Monday, "Kept those knees together, honey?" Rosies can ask. "Alice Jean, you're just awful!" cuffing me like I was a single girl myself. "And even if I loved him, while do-si-doing?" Several weeks passed and Chester needed a shove "There's another barn dance and Diane's been rehearsing her Whoo Hoos," I prodded. Hardly Hollywood script, but this wasn't Bogart and Bergman. Diane followed my pointers a little better, making Chester wrap her breast in the swings. He didn't pull her into him as a smoothie might, she reported, so she turned sideways to help. Smart chick, I told her. Walking out to the street, she'd taken his arm. She shared his cigarette like I told her ("Pop it out of his mouth, take a deep drag and tease him with it when you put it back in."), but didn't ditch her girdle, my other suggestion. At least she was getting a little more modern. (Shoot. If I'd have worn my girdle to see the Bay lights, I'd probably not be married.) But still no follow-up from Chester, just a "Had us a really nice time." Why was Chester so chicken? Being a Baptist? Full church nursery, so those folks know how. Okie babies have Okie daddies, so it wasn't where he was from. Warner said lots of Okie babies are due to Route 66, but still thought Chester's problem was just shyness. ***** "Chester?" interrupting his small-talk about union scale while we were hauling gas cylinders. "Diane a good dancer?" "She's swell. Better'n me and she just started." "Ever get, you know, those little romantic thoughts?" "About her? Well sure, but not for real. I'm not her type." I pursued, "Why not?" "Oh, you know, she's real pretty." "That's a reason?" "Well, I mean, I'm not maybe that experienced with girls. I can josh with you 'cause you're married, but, you know..." "You ever made a little whoopee?" Chiefs ask what's on their mind. "Not exactly. I'm sort of slow on the draw, maybe." You've done it exactly or you've never done it at all. Heavens to Betsy! Me plus two virgins plus Warner, who I didn't want to ask outright. ASSISTANT CREW CHIEF As I mentioned earlier, there was no payoff to me for finding Warner a lady-friend. I tried to help, but not like I was thinking of Chester as a project. Warner called me his "bossy sister" when I tipped him off about the knockout receptionist in Security. He looked her over, but she was already taken, he decided. No wonder Warner and Chester are single! I told Warner that I'd check with Casting. (Get it? We had a foundry at Kaiser, but I meant "casting" like for a play.) I could always swing a joke about plays with Warner because he and I were both in the Kaiser Players. Just bit parts, but fun. It's so strange: put a guy on stage and he assumes a new personality: Warner the butler, Warner the shopkeeper, Warner the guard. I'd usually get a role involving a great costume. We'd do each other's makeup, usually. And, shoot, if it's a tight costume, you ask whoever's handy to help you into it. Stan wasn't much into theater, so I told him it was pretty much like Shakespeare and he went out with his mates instead. How many companies provide their workers a stage with actual curtains? I mean, we welded the superstructure, but it was on company time. "What's your score on that audition?" I'd ask when a bleached bombshell from Inventory sauntered by where we were securing gun mounts. "You wear coveralls, I wear a skirt," her ass more or less advertised, but I didn't take it personally. "Shoot, bud," I told Warner. "If I let on that some crane-man was a good looker, you wouldn't be telling Stanley, would you?" "And get my nose smashed for my effort?" he agreed. "'Course a friendly girl wouldn't need to look as far as the cranes. That's why I never talk work at home," I assured, brushing back my partner's wayward lick of hair. "No sense getting Stan all agitated about somebody on my crew." But he missed my thought. Warner lived on the same bus line, Number 14. If it were raining at quitting time and I forgot my umbrella, we could dash for the 14 under his. He didn't mind me clutching his arm to jump a puddle. Such a "gallient", my French word to sound better, though I'd expect a Frenchy to have less of a pot belly. I'd hold on afterwards if I didn't see Stan or any of the guys from my husband's crew. Jointly securing deck-plate, Warner could usually see some underwear under my coveralls, particularly if the second button came undone. I liked watching him struggle. At least he didn't try the old "Alice Jean, help me move this angle iron" lure. If I caught him eyeballing too much, my "Need some air down there," got us both off the hook. Needed some air further down, too, but didn't tell him. Warner could now and then at least have made a pass! Just for fun, me being a girl and all. Probably best where nobody else could see -- maybe where Provisioning stocks the kapok life vests. Wanda in Inventory has the key. Rosies pretty much run this place, actually. "Hey Warner? You ever do Shakespeare?" "Merchant of Venice. I was the Jew." "Romeo and Juliet? We could practice lines while we worked, even. Don't move, OK. I'm coming up the ladder behind you. Squish in and I'll slip right over your back." The more it's public, the less anybody sees. But he never figured it out, ole' pal-o-mine Warner. Nothing wrong with Stan on the home front, but our shifts usually didn't even agree. ***** But back to the rest of the crew. "Hey, Warner?" pulling him aside him at pee break. They just do it over the side if I'm not looking, but with me the chief, he was heading toward the head. "I need some advice. Crew chief type help, crew chief and next crew chief type, you know." He was listening. Maybe I was pregnant. I started right in. "Chester and Diane. You think they'd have fun together?" Warner looked surprised, but hearing no objection from him, I continued. "Something for us to think about, anyway." Still no reaction. "So here's my plan, just for kicks. We'll stage it so they'll get romantic." Warner's switch clicked. "I thought you were already, that dance stuff." "Died in Scene 2." I looked around. "I mean where they'll get real romantic, if you get the gist." Warner looked around, too. "Real romantic?" "Maybe more than spooning. Get them to hoochie coochie," bumping my hip against my partner's. "Well it's not my business, but how you'd do that?" he wondered. "That's what we're planning. If it takes two to do the act, maybe it takes two more to set the scene. An actress and an actor like us Kaiser Players." "To do what act?" Men are so literal, and here he missed it! "Get them thinking that they better get married. They'd be as happy as turtledoves, rent a little bungalow" "We can't do that!" Warner looked perplexed, but only till I goosed him and made him jump. "Actress part," I grinned in explanation. "But Stan's not into drama like you and me," strategically bending over to move his welding rod. "So you got cast in sort of Stan's role, except we were in his car." I kept fiddling with the rod as long as Warner had the balls to enjoy it. USS GEORGE D. PRENTICE Kaiser's slipping one Liberty Ship per day meant that no deck on the USS George D. Prentice stayed the same for long. If we wanted use of the George D's quarters, we hadn't much more than a day between when Cleanup swept out the grime and Outfitting bolted down the mirrors, even while George D's deployment crew was getting off the train at Oakland Station. Diane and Chester should have been suspicious of the work order. Welding Crew #138 to the George D. Prentice for "strut stabilization". Fanny in Scheduling had freed us from traceability that day. We'd reappear in one of Kaiser's 27-shipways tomorrow. Rosies help Rosies. "Don't explain much, if anybody asks," I directed my three. "We're fixing a screw-up that Contracting doesn't want public. Stuff's there." Transport ran us out to the moored George D. "Pick up at shift," I requested. We made our way up the gangway and into the corridors of the almost-ready-to-sail transport. "Well hell's bells!" I bellowed, peering behind the radio room firewall. "Someone got to it, did our job." "You're kidding," exclaimed Warner on cue. "Went and did it for us! Fat City! Stuck out here till shift change." He paused for effect. "And guess what's in my pocket?" "Oh no we don't, mister," my crew chief role, relieving him of his flask which I thoughtfully hefted. "Well there's just a swig apiece, not enough to make any difference if we're killing time." I'd put up with no drinking, even for the little charade I'd planned, but was hoping that Diane and Chester's intoxication would exceed anything spirit-produced. It's just good to always have the fallback, "It must have been the booze." "We can be the Admirals," I ruled, exploring the superstructure and ending up in the captain's quarters. "Let's kick off our boots, though, so we don't track around." None us liked our steel toes. "Socks too," as if it were an afterthought. "And ditch these damn hardhats." We speculated where the captain might want to hide his inflatable companion, me mentioning the possibility with a little wiggle. Then I looked at Warner, our ad-lib thespian talent primed. The Kaiser Players, stage center! "Hey, you two?" to Diane and Chester. "Mind waiting while Warner and me go next door?" to their quizzical looks. "Chester? Diane was wondering if that Air Corps ball team's got enough pitchers?" "We got time," brightened Chester before Diane could correct. "Got some old business to attend to," added Warner, taking my arm. The two of us exited and noisily entered the adjoining cabin, loudly snapping the lock from the inside. "Don't worry, Alice Jean. We got a steel wall between," loudly assured Warner about the thin-gage partition. In a downtown theater, the set designers would make a wall at center stage, but so the audience sees both sides. It's tricky. I waltzed Warner to the center of the first mate's domain, Warner's back to the wall shared with the captain. Holes drilled in the partition squared where a mirror would hang. Maybe a mirror on both sides, I decided -- bolt, mirror, wall, mirror, nut. Stage design's more tricky. I stood facing Warner and the drill holes. And now our lines. "Oh, Warner," I stage-whispered. "Nobody must ever know." "Alone at last," he declared, a bit stiffly, but acting takes warm-up, just like baseball. Not to my surprise, one, then another, of the drill holes darkened, an eyeball to the far side. "Just one last time," in the breathy voice I'd been working on in college. "I may never see you again," added for somber measure. My leading man was quick enough to catch the cue. Maybe he was being sent to a secret project for the War effort. Of course the scene called for a kiss. I'd known that from the start, but hadn't explained as much to Warner. He deduced my direction, though, when I tilted my head sidewise and puckered. Actually, he was pretty good at it. For acting, of course. Maybe he once had a steady, I wondered. "Just one more," he winked, as they couldn't see his face. Why not? The other two weren't going to fall for just a stolen peck. This time he pulled me to him, too abruptly for a romantic comedy, but surely convincing from over his shoulder. I'd no idea that he kissed so wonderfully, actually. "Mmmmm!" for that special effect. "Alice Jean," he broke away. "You're precious to me," making as to put his hand on my heart. He'd not, of course, but they'd think so. "I'll miss you so," I stalled, wondering if Diane and Chester had perhaps taken hands. "I want you," he confessed most convincingly and then, to my surprise, fingered my coverall top button. "No, don't," I reproached. This just needs to be suggestive, I wanted to whisper. "Remember when Stan had the month of night shifts, Alice Jean? Those tub baths?" For on-the-fly dialog, he was pretty good. "How 'bout in the back seat of Bus 14. us missing our stops?" I could pen a few lines, myself, but didn't get any more delivered because he was opening my coverall top. No way, Buster Brown! I'd still a hand on each of his shoulders to hold him in a view-blocking position. I didn't mind so much about my coveralls, but I hoped it might look like only a touch, not a fondle. In fact, he was acting as if it were a regular thing with me. In welding, you reach across your partner all the time, so it wasn't that he'd not felt me before, but in welding, you're reaching past your partner. "You know I love 'em," he winked again, flipping open my buttons, one after another, me wordless. "Remember that old davenport in 'Charlie's Aunt' they parked behind the set for Scene 3. What'd we have? Maybe four minutes till your entry?" What a fibber! "Remember in the lifeboat, there under the canvas, when the War Department inspector walked by?" my stage persona trying to regain the spotlight with a fast line. "Shoot!" came back Warner. "He could see you wiggling, but they told him the chick's the best welder we got." He was going for the laugh, but I saw it as a compliment. It wasn't even as if I really cared about the others seeing my bra, but I'd have wanted it to be only in passing. It didn't matter as much, Warner seeing it, as he saw it accidentally every day. This was too impromptu, however. I thought it time to end our performance, but he closed to kiss again, this one long and deep. Playing the part of the maiden was so engrossing that I scarcely felt him reach around to unhook me. I knew it, I guess, but I just thought it was for pretend. I was surprised, though, when he lifted my bra free, my nipples hard from the drama. Diane would be thinking that I was this way because of the temperature. I didn't think Warner had seen my nipples before, though they said that some of the guys in Carpentry had made this place to spy on the Ladies Dressing Room. At least with Warner's paws over me, I was a little covered. In the Ladies Dressing room, we'd spend extra time reaching behind our heads to fix our hair, but with our bras still on. I wondered if Chester had slipped his hand onto Diane's breast. From the darkened drill holes, I knew where they stood -- close enough. I wasn't sure if I'd best pull away, exposing my chest, or let Warner shield me until we could sidestep. I opted for the latter, as indeed, he was holding me as would my Romeo. Maybe not on stage, though. "Take off my top, darling," Warner suggested, and as it bought us a bit more stage time, I undid his buttons, pulled down his top down and his jersey up. He had a hairy chest, and even with his belly, looked strong as hell. "Say yes, Alice Jean," he murmured, and taking the cue, I complied before he again claimed my lips. The scene was progressing further than I'd scripted. Diane and Chester would assume the worst as to where our tongues were, I realized. They couldn't see my resistance. But then, we're just doing our parts. I giggled when I lost the fencing match. Warner rotated me to provide better view of my breasts to the audience, but I wiggled back for modesty's sake. But doing the kissing convincingly, I couldn't stop Warner from dropping my coveralls, leaving nothing above my knees but a lifted bra and white panties. (I wouldn't want it to appear that I'd dressed up; nobody wears girdles under coveralls.) I pictured Diane on the other side, no girdle to keep her from sensing Chester's hesitant admission. As tripping would ruin our hoped-for effect, I stepped out of my cuffs. My costuming lost even my covering-nothing bra with another tug. Warner was now grinning far in excess of what the passionate lover in our play should do, but our audience couldn't see his mouth. My face they could watch, appropriately overwhelmed for the scripted role, though in the script, my demeanor would be more illusional. Playing your part in just panties doesn't leave much to illusion. I pictured Diane on the other side, likewise bare breasted, her coveralls falling to the floor. "Let's love like we did on the anchor winch." Warner acting like the chief was a little too much! "But..." And with that he pulled off his trousers and shorts, exposing a surprisingly realistic erection. A surprisingly big one, compared to Stan's, anyway. Squeezing down crawlspaces with our tools and everything, sure, I'd slid over Warner's crotch a few times, but never long enough to make it do anything. If he'd groped me, I'd have given him a what-for after we'd gotten to a place we could talk. "No, Warner," I protested, making sure he remained faced away from the voyeurs. Showing them his backside wasn't proper, but his front was worse. We couldn't have them knowing how erectly he was enacting the man's part. In drama, we'd say, "really up for his role", but it's more figurative. It was harder for him, I realized, having to play his character buck naked, than for me, retaining at least my panties. But so much for that advantage. "Oh, darling," was his brief ad lib after pulling them off. We girls sort of knew that some carpenters might be watching in the Ladies Dressing Room, but having your welding partner stare down there is more personal. But at least he'd shifted his hips nicely to block the drill hole view. My naked-top part wasn't OK, absolutely not, but my naked bottom might be almost lewd. Especially when his penis keeps brushing against my hair. (Did I mention that it was a large one?) If I hadn't steadied it, I fear it would have flopped to the side and the others might have seen. What if somebody besides Diane and Chester should be peeking? Thank God I'd called for pick-up at the end of the day! Since I'd gotten married, nobody but Stan had made it this far, but with Stan, it was sort of his right. Some might say responsibility, even. With a swoop, Warner was on his knees, feigning to caress my breasts, his cheek suggesting interest in even lower. Just as I couldn't help seeing Warner's ready erection, he couldn't help noting where my legs meet. Everybody's meet somewhere, I justified. Besides, he probably grew up with a sister or two. Even still, he did a super job at acting interested. To minimize the drill-hole view of my pubic region, I too droped to my knees. "Our final time," he grandly remorsed, folding his knees in front and pulling me forward onto his lap. Given our orientation to the wall, I had little alternative but to scoot as bidden. At least with our privates concealed, we could deceive. If ever I had to explain the sham to Diane, she'd know I'd done nothing for real, a married woman, their chief. But when Warner pulled me downward, his penis wasn't turned away and he'd not realized his mistake! But then I shouldn't be critical; he must have been working like the devil to keep it looking like it wanted to do something. "But Warner..." I protested, but against the smother of his kiss, I wasn't loud enough for him to hear. I guess he didn't realize the alignment until he felt me slip around him. For me, anyway, I wasn't sure until I felt him inside. Wow! I'd descended a bit further, I judged, than required for dramatic suggestion. My being a bit more slippery than foreseen may have been part of the problem as well. And somehow we'd started a bit faster than a director might want for a well-paced scene. "We shouldn't..." more loudly. I suspected that I was a little too much into the enactment to be directing. Anyway, he was already all the way. "..be doing this during working hours," he stole the punch of the cheap one-liner. "But this isn't the way..." I argued, picturing Stan's repertoire, me flat on my back or frontwards over the side of the mattress. I smoke Luckies too, but not during sex. "Sure is!" Warner bounced me, making my trying to get off look like trying to get on. Maybe they'll think we've not actually connected, just doing it on the outside, I hoped. I resented how unwieldy my breasts must look to our observers. It was getting too confusing, the acting and the not acting, knowing when to bounce for stage effect, when to bounce for my own effect. His grunts and grimace were classic enough for a real climax. Maybe his flush wasn't necessary (the others just seeing the back of his head), but an actor appreciates the other's intensity, something to play against. Every starlet needs a supporting performer. As the drill holes saw my face straight on, I had no option but to perform my best dramatic crescendo. It wasn't hard, as in a proximate sense, he was rubbing realistically. Actually, I just let the mood define things. Did they know I'm this good an actress? The audience had liked me in comedies, especially ones by Thornton Wilder, but I'd never done an orgasm with the Kaiser Players. Acting can be as lovely as reality. More so, sometimes. Give the mental part your full and the rest of you follows. And in our romantic scene, Warner and I naked together, every line was better than the one before! A playwright, of course, doesn't script romance as distinct dialog. Rather, he relies on the performers' art in the non-articulate. I forget which I expressions I chose, but I doesn't matter because they change with performances. Wow, oh wow! I just wished they'd hung that mirror so I could have watched myself. As we caught our breaths (acting takes as much work as real life), I noted the non-prop semen dripping from me. Looked like soldering flux. The others couldn't see the proof, but surely sensed that Warner had done a superb job opposite me. "Good job, Alice Jean. I hope we finally made that baby." I couldn't believe he'd invent such a line! I couldn't believe how off-track had wandered my script for this half of the wall. Looking to the wall, I caught the drill holes change from dark to light, and not a minute later came sounds from the captain's side. Passionate sounds, the same as we'd delivered. Warner and I had played our roles convincingly. My heartbeat told me that, even without the sounds. Plays can get good reviews even when the cast muffs some of the script. Critics like spontaneity. I wanted to use a drill hole myself, but decided that it was different. Diane, being a virgin, wouldn't be nearly so professional, though in a salary sense, we in Kaiser Players were technically still amateurs. I gave my co-star a kiss (not play-acted since nobody was watching), and leaned back, my heels still round his hips. As the first mate's deck was cold, I used my coveralls to make my pillow and his coveralls our floor-covering. And somehow in the leaning back, in the pillow placement, in Warner climbing on board, we'd rotated 90, so that our sides, not his back, faced the wall. Diane and Chester wouldn't be checking for a while, but when they did the eyeball, we'd be better blocked. "Stage-positioned for viewable presentation" -- I studied acting in college. As nice as Warner is as a guy, his hairy butt shouldn't be bouncing like a basketball between the audience and me. I wasn't pleased about the semen, but don't cry over spilt milk. I kept my eye on the drill holes, ready to encore. After all, Welding Crew #138 had the rest of the afternoon. And you never know! After this war's done, there might be movie opportunities opening up. Maybe in the little studios in the Tenderloin District? The ones where I wouldn't have to give up my welding job. ***** Sure enough, our one act did the trick for Diane and Chester. (Get it? One-act play and the you-know-what act.) Wedding on an anchored transport newly outfitted to Win the War. Bride, groom, best man and matron of honor -- Welding Crew #138. The other crews stood with torches raised, aisle alit with flames of blue. I told Warner he had to give the bride a real kiss, even if he had to sneak it in the galley. I guess he did, because she came out giggly, redoing her little pearl buttons and winked at me, Rosie to Rosie. And Warner did leave Kaiser. He couldn't say where, but where he was heading they said he'd never know what he was fabricating. He did know that they'd checked his gas tungsten credential, what they'd want for magnesium, stainless and aluminium. Welding Crew #138: Alice Jean Crowder, chief, Chester Estes, Diane Estes and one new hire -- Kaiser Shipyard's best burners. A great thing about Kaiser, of course, is that they we have our own hospital. Diane was in the bed next to mine, girls born not a day off from nine months after the USS George D. Prentice. Mine's as cute as a kitten and has that wayward lick of hair. Stan never would have noticed Warner's because Kaiser makes welders wear hardhats. Diane and I both wanted to name ours Rosie, so she and Chester settled on Rosemary and I opted for Rosalyn. END ENDNOTES At its peak, the Kaiser Richmond workforce was 27 percent female. And for these broads to make warships, Kaiser had to turn a profit. Accounting looked at our Rosies, the cost of maternity wards and the lost productivity and made its recommendation to Employee Benefits. In providing birth control to married and single, Kaiser Permanente was on its way to becoming America's most successful HMO. And having briefly mentioned America's second favorite pastime in the story, did you know about the All-American Girls' Baseball League started in 1943? The Rockford Peaches, Kalamazoo Lassies and Grand Rapids Chicks kept the Midwest buying hot dogs. Rivet gun, welding torch, catcher's mitt -- Rosies doing their part. Mayonnaise on that, sir? Next time you're in the Bay area, visit the Rosie the Riveter World War II Home Front National Historical Park in Richmond. And tip your hardhat, Jennifer. HOLLY ON THE WEB Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. 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WESLEYAN PARTNERS by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Society spends a lot of effort belittling kids who delay having sex. We say it's about personal choice because we're liberal, and then let MTV dictate. Come be one of us at Wesleyan. PREFACE I was twelve and knew. He'd slapped me twice, but I wasn't crying from that. I wasn't even crying from the pain. I was crying because I was going to die. My parents, the nurse at the hospital and the policewoman were the only ones with whom I ever talked about it. The officer was nice, but they never caught the man. I was glad, as I'd have had to talk some more. It's a long time not to talk. WESLEYAN Some of my classmates went to places like Ohio State or Purdue, but Wesleyan was right for me. Smaller classes; Dad researched the statistics. Safer, my Mom's prod. Both true, but from the perspective of a 20-year-old, also more fun. Hayes Hall was definitely the place to live, not in some snotty sorority. We did stuff as dormies, made popcorn, bought a six-pack one time. A half-can was enough to give me a hangover, sort of a headache, anyway. People who think Wesleyan's pretty straight can think that, if they wish. Junior year was when I'd have to decide between English and History. Or even a double major if I chose enough classes that counted both ways. Maybe I'd go to graduate school in American Literature, but if I did that, wouldn't it be smart to have the background in American History? Keep thinking ahead. The problem with Liberal Arts, of course, is that it's liberal. Science, for example: a full year of something. In my opinion, a semester of Intro to Astronomy, followed by, say, Intro to Environmental Awareness is "Liberal". But something both 101 and 102? Punishment. The survivable sequence was Chemistry. I'd aced it in high school and everybody said that Chem 101 was the same material, balancing chemical equations and learning to use graduated cylinders. 101 would bring back what I'd learned in high school and I'd be more-or-less set for 102. I'd memorize my notes, of course, and probably hardly jeopardize my grade-point. But who really cares about valences? I probably should have knocked off science my Freshman year, but what Freshman thinks ahead? It's, where's the bookstore? Plan of Study: Chem 101, Fall Semester. Chem 102, Spring. Science requirement, goodbye. But the first 101 lecture made me realize how old I was. I'd just come from "Writing in Postmodern World". Really interesting and there were Seniors taking it too! I'd hardly known an author in the reading list, and I read a lot! Postmodern would be so much fun! Then this! Almost everybody in the Chemistry lecture was an underclassperson. (Not "underclassman". Wesleyan women are not "men". Am I already a postmodern writer? Maybe not, as I see I said "Freshman" a couple of paragraphs earlier. ) The smirks of fellow note-takers when the professor defined "chemistry" dispelled my hope of academic advantage. Half these kids were probably just out of AP class last year. I wrote down the definition, "the branch of natural science dealing with the composition of substances, their properties and reactions." She'd probably ask it in a test. At least the text appeared to emphasize current issues. Global warming, reproductive health in Africa and aquaculture merited mention in the first chapter. No electrons, though they'd be coming. When I thumbed up to the diagram of Nitrogen doing different things with Oxygen, it looked sort of familiar. ***** Lab was once per week. The first order of business was safety: Safety glasses; Reagent labels; Never suck a pipette; How to light a Bunsen burner; Excess chemicals don't go down the drain. Maybe I should have tried Astronomy, I wondered? Telescopes are pretty safe and a lot less boring. Only at the end of the session were we told to pair up for locker assignment. I looked around for a girl, realizing too late that the candidates were vaporizing. By the time I'd figured out that much, it was down to me and a guy in a red and white Wesleyan sweatshirt. Why would anybody wear one to class? He was still looking around the room. Well, it's just once a week, I figured. "Need a partner?" When he looked at me, I saw it. It's not something most people catch, because they don't know. It's your flash of relief when you realize that you're not totally alone. You got chosen, at least this time. If you're not alone a lot of the time, you wouldn't know it. It's not about being where nobody else is. It's about even if they're there. "Sure. I mean if you need one." "Why not?" It wasn't as if we had much choice. "I'm JoAnne." Being a Junior made me a little more socially adept. "I'm Arthur," sticking out his hand as probably his parents instructed him. "At least I had this stuff last year," he added, "You?" "Three years ago and never thought of it since," I admitted as we headed toward an open bench. "No sweat. So how come you're in here," acknowledging my seniority. "English major," seeing no reason to note that it might be History too. "Pre-med," he confessed. "My Dad's a doctor." "Cool." My dad sells Ford tractors, but I didn't say it. "I guess," his halfhearted response, then changing the subject. "Know Barbara Kingsolver?" He read her? "Absolutely. You wouldn't want to study American Literature if you just had to study Washington Irving." "I sorta feel like she's writing about me, in my head, I mean." He paused, probably remembering that I was in English. "But maybe I missed some stuff." "Prof. Gillespie uses her in Creative Writing. You see how her characters make each other real." "But my dad's a doctor," explained my Lab partner as we practiced titration for the instructor check-off. He looked around. "You got a calculator? We can figure out how much of this stuff we'll use and just write that many milliliters in our books. Not exactly, just close." Arthur seemed sort of like whom you'd want for a Lab partner. "I bought one for this class. It says it does exponents," I was pleased to reveal. I wasn't that sure Chemistry used exponents, but it didn't cost any more. My acquaintance indicated his sweatshirt. "Need my lab coat so I don't mess it up. Graduation present, free from this place for doing early admission." Maybe once a week in Lab would be enough, I realized. A Junior wouldn't in a million years admit she'd done early admissions. ***** The semester chugged along, Chemistry Lab being a manageable part: "Formula of a Metal Oxide", "An Equilibrium Constant", "LeChatelier's Principle". Not that I understood LeChatelier, but I'm pretty good at reading. Chemistry was just a requirement, nothing related to my life. But maybe I liked Lab just a little bit. Lab was where we'd do something more than take notes and balance electrons and protons. Lab was where we'd see things happen. "Partners" was how the instructor named us, not our doing. All it meant was that we did a job together. But Arthur's being there was a thing I came to appreciate. Doing something together is more than doing nothing alone, if that makes sense. Arthur and I were good partners, taking our turns measuring and note-taking, adjusting the flame, washing our glassware. Despite his insight into fabrication of believable results, we always did the whole experiment to make sure we had the technique. We'd always wear our safety glasses. And maybe he didn't mind my presence. Sometimes it's just nice to have someplace to go, knowing that somebody's counting on you to do your half. Once Arthur brought two brownies. We might get hungry "waiting for the precipitate." Why was that so funny? His mom had sent the brownies by mail, a mom-type thing. I ate mine, even if it was a bit dry, and told him we could maybe brew herbal tea in a beaker. But we didn't want to jeopardize our grade, the instructor being serious about glassware. One time we were recording temperatures to see if energy was being released ("Exothermic", the answer to a certain quiz question) and I ended up with Arthur's pen, one of those ballpoints that make you want to doodle. "How 'bout you keep it and write a story about Chemistry someday." Anyway, I kept the pen. Nobody had ever just given me their pen before. Birthday presents, sure, but not their good pen. ("Nobody" and "their" are grammatically incongruent, according to Prof. Stewart, but an acceptable alternative to "his or her". Want a fun assignment? Inclusive Hemingway! I got a 94.) I put the pen in the inner pocket of my backpack where I'd not lose it. How'd anybody write a story about Chemistry? Na plus Cl makes salt. "Thanks," I replied, rather pleased. "So here, you keep my yellow highlighter, then." I couldn't think of why he'd need it, but suddenly I wanted him to have something of mine. He didn't ask why, just seemed pleased as well. ***** We were converting a carbonate to a chloride, according to the handout, when Arthur and I bumped, an accident on both our parts, me leaning to get the flask, him reaching for the stirring rod. It couldn't have been more than a second. But it didn't take the second for me to jerk away, so quickly, in fact, that I nearly spilled the solution. It took Arthur more than the second to register my reflex. By the time he linked having accidentally bumped my breast and its consequence, I was appallingly embarrassed. JoAnne once more the fool! "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." he volunteered. "My fault. I wasn't..." interrupting to erase the moment. "I don't think I spilled any," I assured, maybe just assuring myself that it was already behind me. Arthur started to say something more, then tried to get me to smile. "They wouldn't want a klutz like me mixing up the formula for a Plutonium bomb." He must think I'm a real jerk! Leaving Lab, though, I guess I felt I owed Arthur something. It wasn't his fault. "Sorry about that, me being weird." "It's not weird to want your space. Everybody does." I thought about it. My space? He must have guessed what I was thinking. He could have just done the easy thing and not helped me put on my backpack, me being apparently big into some kind of personal space fixation. But I guess he saw the strap was twisted. ***** Wesleyan's not that big a campus, but it's big enough to fade to where people who see you didn't really see you. But when someone sees you every week, you get seen more often. I'd be climbing the steps to Appleton Hall and down would race Arthur. "Hi, JoAnne," rushing onward to wherever Freshmen rush to. They don't know to work out efficient schedules. Or in the Library. There would be Arthur laden with atlases. "Hey, JoAnne. I'm parked up by the fire exit. Plenty of space if you want to spread out." I'd follow and we might share little more than, "Gotta go. See you," when the time came. Or in Chemistry lecture. Arthur liked sitting up towards the left. We'd even sit side-by-side so I could check his notes for the +'s and -'s on the ions. I'd had lectures in that hall before, but sat wherever, not by a partner. Sometimes I'd get to Appleton a little too early and be on the steps. "Hey, Arthur. Fire's that-a way!" The thing about Wesleyan is that it can sort of work out to see somebody a few times per week. ***** It was heading into the corridor after lecture that Arthur noted the looming midterm. We might want to drill each other on at least the inevitable vocabulary. I guess it was all the hype about "inclusiveness" that sparked my suggestion that we study in the Women's Center. It's probably the most comfortable lounge on campus. I'd go there a lot and almost decided one time that maybe I could talk to someone about when I was twelve. But all the posters were about more important issues. Arthur balked, but I told him it was "Women's Center" in its name, but it's about removing boundaries. None of the women in the inner sanctum had nerve enough to expel us. Maybe they thought he was a journalism student. Actually, I kind of liked knowing they were pissed off, that maybe we'd interrupted a discussion of menopause, or whatever. I didn't tell Arthur, though. They invented this place to empower girls like me, so they love to say. And here I am getting empowered by waltzing a guy right into their Goddess study area! I hoped Arthur didn't mind pictures of women giving birth. He says he's going to be a doctor. We ran through the vocabulary until we knew the definitions cold. Me, literally; Arthur, conceptually. Having assured one another that we were first-class chemists by midterm criteria, at least, we pulled ourselves up to go. But Arthur wanted to add something. "I'm really glad we're Lab partners, JoAnne. It's kinda fun sometimes, even." Did the Georgia O'Keefe posters empower him too? I wouldn't think so. Well, shoot, Arthur, I thought, it's kind of fun for me, too. But so what? I countered. We're just Lab partners. It's good to know with whom you'll be working, that he knows what the experiment's about and does his share at cleanup. It just made good sense. But my voice outpaced my analysis. "Arthur, that's so sweet!" Why did I say that? Sure, he's a nice person, but why'd he be sweet? To me, anyway? But, damn it! (And I never swear like that, but I know that's exactly how it flashed through my brain.) It was sweet what he said and he is sweet and it's OK to know it. But where do you go after you admit to someone that he's sweet. When he helped with my backpack, I know I protracted that extra instant when his hand was between the strap and my shoulder. My space. ***** I suppose most real dating starts out seeing enough of someone to decide to make it more deliberate. In my case, though, Dating 101 (what we called it in the dorm) was more of a theoretical issue. I hadn't done much lab-work, so to speak, unless you count Methodist Youth Fellowship outings. In high school, I'd always been super busy with things like Yearbook to even notice that the Prom was coming. At Wesleyan, there was always lots to do around the dorm on weekends. Maybe some of us would go out to a movie. Maybe we'd order a pizza. Once we even had a sleepover in the hallway, which makes no sense, which was why it was so fun. Besides, I was two years older than Arthur. Besides, I was really busy with my reading lists. Besides, I probably knew so much about Barbara Kingsolver that I'd bore him to death. Juniors don't date Freshmen. So when Arthur asked me if I wanted to watch the women's volleyball game, I said, "Yes" before he got to "game". I should have at least asked whom we were playing, but I'd already accepted. Maybe he'd figured I'd be busy or something, or at least have some convoluted response, because the brevity of my acceptance left him with no more follow-up than a sheepish grin. Probably that's how I looked, too, except it probably wasn't sheepish. Wesleyan's the "Battling Bishops". Tall girls diving for saves are Bishops? It's possible one or two of them will become Bishops in the United Methodist Church (almost obligatory, to make up for historical imbalance, they argue), but basically it's a bad name. We won, even! And every girl on my floor knew that I got asked out and did things like giving me high-fives in the hallway and nobody cared if he was a Freshman. ***** The walk to the football stadium (Homecoming against league-leading Wabash, pure animals) was how Wesleyan recruits. Fall skies, yellow and orange and red foliage, fans toting picnic baskets, the marching band's drums. Come be one of us at Wesleyan! It was just two idle hands, Arthur's left and my right, that found each other. Come be one of us at Wesleyan! It was the long pass, half the length of the field, that got the Battling Bishops on our feet. Thousands of eyes watched the ball loft into the hands of the receiver already behind Wabash's defense. I grabbed Arthur's arm in the frenzy of promised victory. The band was blasting when I realized how tightly I was holding. Ten times, no twenty, more than when we'd bumped doing the experiment. I guess he knew. He didn't mind, anyway, still cheering about the Hail Mary. (You can't say Methodists aren't ecumenical. We'll use whatever theology gets us across the goal line.) I stayed like that all the way through the extra point. Wesleyan's about excellence in education, not necks bigger than hat size. We scored decisively, just not as many times. Walking back, we again held hands, but I didn't take his arm, not having a touchdown for context. You can't just take the arm of a guy, though with the briskness of autumn, maybe you could. We promised to meet at the Library tomorrow, but not for Chemistry. We agreed that we had that under control. It's easier to study if somebody else is studying hard too. That's what I said, anyway, but wasn't sure what I needed to study. That night I put my arm against me the way Arthur's had been. I can't really claim I fooled my body, that I didn't know it was my own arm against the side of my breast, but something happened that wasn't only me. The Women's Center bookshelf says that some victims have difficulty with orgasm in their adulthood. Something got stolen. Me, though, I could masturbate maybe even too easily. It hardly took more than just two fingers. I suppose it wasn't too healthy, but I didn't really care. It wasn't the penis that the man made me watch. What I envisioned making love to me wasn't like his at all. His was forgotten for a few minutes. Thinking about Arthur, his arm against my breast, was different yet. Nobody was making me naked, making me watch. Arthur and I were jumping together, cheering. When I came, Arthur and I weren't even nude together. I was just holding his arm while autumn leaves whirl-winded around us with every convulsion. ***** Every girl in Hayes was happy that I had a boyfriend. Maybe I said earlier that sorority girls are sort of snots sometimes? Not all of them, just some. Well, dorm girls are really nice! Arthur said that it was so embarrassing how he'd be walking across campus and some girl he hardly recognized would call out, "Hey, Arthur." But I knew he liked it. I've no idea at all what the guys in Arthur's dorm thought, but I suppose they figured that an older girl would probably really put out. Guys think more that way. But I didn't do anything I shouldn't. I let Arthur kiss me when he'd drop me back at Hayes and I'd let him kiss me behind the Library. There was a bench there and I could kiss him back better. I didn't mind if we touched when we walked. You just take their arm. Some girls say to go without your bra so he'll know you like it, but I never did that. He knew anyway. When we hugged, wherever he touched was fine. Even if I were sitting on his lap in the dark and he'd have his arms around my chest, it was OK. We were hugging. But I just didn't want Arthur reaching for me. The man had reached and I'd just stood there. After a few deflections (which left me uncomfortable, too), Arthur realized where my space started. He accepted it, but he wasn't dumb. "Dumb" means "stupid", right? He wasn't stupid. But he also wasn't dumb the way I was, where "dumb" means "silent". Partners sometimes just ask. "You got hurt, right?" He didn't seem sure of how to ask, but at least he tried. "I guess." Sometimes a partner knows what's being queried. "Well it doesn't change anything, but it makes me sad, too." "Who says I'm sad? You don't even know." We were just Lab partners, I made myself remember. And it wasn't like I went around looking glum all the time. "No, but I guess I care." Nobody had ever really cared except for my folks and the policewoman. "It was a long time ago, anyway," I concluded, looking for my pack. But I started to cry. Right there in front of somebody. It wasn't what the man had done that I most remembered, though everything he'd done I could list. Those memories were film from the eyeholes of an empty statue. No, it was knowing I'd let the man make me touch him. That after I'd done that, I'd just lain there, too scared to even say no. That I'd moved the way he'd made me, knowing that I was going to die naked. Mine weren't large, purging tears, but stingy ones congealing the sadness. "Jeeze, JoAnne. I didn't know. It's so sad." I stared at my Lab partner, not remembering how my hand got to his. What did he know about it? None of the facts. Not that I saw the man's face every day, wherever I was. For guys, it's about ten minutes, not a lifetime. Why would I ever share that with someone I measure pH with? Someone maybe I'd made out with a little. But even that, anybody could see, was just what a lonely Junior would do to the first boy that paid her any attention. But I didn't pull my hand away. Maybe he really was sad. Maybe he cared. I put his hand on my breast, just the outside of my blouse where he could feel my heart. He didn't do anything to make it sexual, though of course it was. It couldn't have been more sexual. Once a boy holds your breast, it's real. Most girls, though, get felt up by lots of guys before they get there. I just happened to find one that cared the first time. ***** We'd just submitted our last experiment, electrochemistry, which couldn't have been under-exceeded in terms of generating enthusiasm for Chem 102. We'd wandered behind the Library, feeling good to have it behind us. "JoAnne?" Arthur had something to say, something that must have been confused in his own mind. He started again. "JoAnne, you're as sexy as hell. You really are!" Sexy? Sure, he'd felt inside my bra by now, played with my nipples. It was nice of him to not complain about the under-wire and all the hooks and everything else about me that probably frustrated his intention. The guy was a guy, after all. Sexy? Not by my self-assessment. But at least I felt a little bit sexy around him. The girls in the dorm told me about loosening my hooks beforehand. "Thanks, Arthur." The guy was so sweet; that much I knew. "As hell," was probably the top of his superlatives. He paused another moment, then plunged ahead. "But maybe I'm not too ready yet... I mean I'm not that experienced or anything. I don't want to mess things up." What's he trying to say? That he's a virgin? Like I thought he wasn't? "I like us just the way we are," a truthful answer. "And what you do makes me feel very sexy." "I think about it, though," he pressed. "Us, I mean." The irony didn't escape me, though I'd not have called it ironic. We're talking about sexual intercourse, but don't have a word with which we're comfortable. We're at the point in a relationship where it would commonly begin. And he wants me to know he's not there yet. Like he's weird, or something. "Sure, me too," I admitted to help him out. "Just not specifically, maybe," to dodge admitting too much. I guess most girls just haul off and do it, but the more I listened in the dorm, the more I realized that girls serious about themselves want to talk first. That's not to say it doesn't just happen, but shouldn't that be the exception? But wanting to talk isn't the same as able to talk. Arthur maybe recognized my own reluctance. Making love isn't that easy a subject. But clearly he wanted to bare his own persona, to make me see his own imperfection. "I can't help it sometimes, I want to so bad." "It's natural," trying to deflect his admission, too much like my own. He looked at the floor. "Sometimes I come," just three words, not in boast; but rather in confusion in something beyond his will. He didn't expect me to understand, but of course I did. He had a space, just like I had mine, but he didn't want to hide in it. But what was I supposed to do with that information? "I'm not very experienced," he repeated, as if in explanation. Then I knew what I wanted to say. "Arthur... Nobody's ever said I was sexy before. I've never had anybody come, I mean." He looked back up. "Nobody's ever come before?" recognizing the virgin in me, too. We didn't need to talk. Maybe we didn't even know each other that well in some ways. But we knew we were the same. Unsure. Our spaces almost touching. "Arthur, thanks." It sounds so pompous, written. But I meant it. Not that he'd come; that was his business. That he'd tell me. But me being the older, I knew. "Meet me in the Library at 8:30." We didn't even bring books. We just went to our bench. I'd sat in his lap enough times to wonder. I probably felt his erection, but it was accidental. A bench isn't that great a place to learn, but we managed to twist ourselves to where our legs touched. It's not "probably" when he's around your thigh. It was the first erection I'd ever felt. (It should be obvious, having admitted my inexperience, but I want to write it on paper. But no, of course, it wasn't the first. But that was so long ago. Not like Arthur's.) I was probably pushing more than rubbing, but maybe the anticipation was all it took. I know he came because he held so still at the end, not like some girls say the guy shoves you around. I was so happy afterwards! I'd done something for Arthur, something real against my leg. He'd let me. It wasn't his secret now; it was ours. ****** But I still had my secrets. The impossible one was about when I was little. But maybe having that one, plus now knowing his, helped my other secret to come out. Arthur never made me rub against him, but I knew how much he liked it. If nobody was wandering around our bench and it was a little bit dark, we'd mesh ourselves together. I'd always be happy, learning to feel the start of his shiver. The women at the Woman's Center would have chided about symmetry, though. Another male orgasm. I was winning too, in my view, but maybe not the way they'd define. Of course I orgasmed, just not there. Mine was later, the way I knew how. The odd thing (to me anyway) was for being in the Woman's Center only that one time, maybe Arthur wanted symmetry, too. "JoAnne, it's not fair, I don't think, anyway." He didn't know what to call it, but knew I knew. "I get to, you know, and you don't. I don't have to. It doesn't matter," he offered. "Criminy, Arthur!" (A high-order expletive for me) "I love it when you do. It's for both of us." I must not have sounded too convincing, to myself anyway, because I surrendered one of my two secrets. "Besides, I have afterwards." Did I mean to say that? Not consciously. "Afterwards?" Like guys don't? "By myself," for the closer leaves to hear. Why pretend? "You masturbate?" with such lack of guile that I knew it had never entered his mind. He wouldn't have said "masturbate" if he thought one word ahead. Maybe he didn't know that we can? There's even an instruction book at the Women's Center with all the pages dog-eared. And I don't mean, "Our Bodies, Our Selves". I mean a photographic how-to. Two hands with different nail polish so we know it's another woman helping. But Arthur wouldn't know. "I guess," I admitted which gave me the extra power to be bold, "Yes." "By yourself?" Maybe they have that book in his dorm or something? "Oh Arthur, of course, by myself." I should have been appalled, but even at the time thought it almost funny. "OK." I'd not have told him more anyway. That night it even seemed funnier, so funny that I even told my floor-mates. Nobody was laughing at poor Arthur. We were just laughing at the idea of a boy realizing that we at least can. The next time Arthur and I got together, he held back. "JoAnne. If we sit different, I don't mean really different, just a little bit, maybe?" The fullness of the somewhat said! "Sit." Interlock and rub, I translated. "I don't mean really different." Still dressed, nothing direct. "Maybe?" Me climax. "Maybe." I wanted him to feel me come. I wanted him in my space. From what other girls said, you might want to just be in your panties and he'd have to be aimed just right and not come first. Usually it doesn't even work. And then, pretty much they all agreed, even if you promise each other you won't, your panties get out of the way and you do it for real. "It's better for me, just my by myself," I lied. "I can be with you." The "with you" made it so different. Our spaces, Arthur's and mine, were as close as they'd ever been. He immediately sought retreat, sensing rejection. "I mean, not for real... Not 'with you' like..." But I wanted to. I didn't even know it, but I wanted him next to me, feeling it grow, crest, diminish. I wanted Arthur to know me. "Feel my heart," pulling his far hand into my sweater. I let the beats draw him like the band's drums beckoned us to that game where we made the long pass and touched. Had he wanted me to strip, I would have, right there on the bench. But had he wanted that, it would have been about just the physical. My jeans were loose enough to slip my hand into. He watched my knuckles play against the denim. He'd know I was already wet. They say that boys get wet too. He felt my heartbeat as I brought myself through my preparatory motions: parting the fold, unhooding my erection, provoking, pressing, needing, reaching, the tingling upward from the feet, the totality, the rediscovering. The superficial would have been apparent. Certainly the movement. Certainly the wetness, though not by touch. The thrashing. But he couldn't have known that even with my eyes closed, I still saw him. Under my sweater, I felt his warmth, warmth that flowed. He kissed me when I'd returned, his hand still on me; mine, still between my legs. "It's good, right?" "With you," I agreed, holding my other breast to feel my nipple. ***** It was inevitable that I'd want him to touch me. Our bench would have worked, but a campus has so many places for lovemaking. At first he only put his hand on my pants to sense my manipulations. If I were in a skirt, I'd pull it up so there would be just panties between our fingers. I knew he was ready when he didn't let go of my hand, but rather rode on its back when I reached down. His fingertips on one side and his thumb on the other brushed my pubic hair. When he interlocked his fingers between my knuckles, he touched first my labia and then my clitoris. From watching, he knew the center of my excitement. The extrication of my own hand left him in command. He kissed me all the while. Later, I faced away, letting him reach around, his free arm stilling me, his other hand stroking while I struggled to hold still. Sometimes his finger would enter my vagina, my orgasm more visceral. It was no mystery why Arthur himself climaxed. I could feel his hardness against my hip, driving ever so slowly at first, then firmer and faster. I could hear his breathing. I could feel his wetness, though it must have been my projection. ***** When I first helped him with my hand, I'd never held an erection before. (What I'd held when I was twelve, I didn't feel.) Probably my inexpertise confused his libido, but he drew in his stomach to make way for my wrist. As soon as I freed him, he ejaculated gobs onto my abdomen, sticky rivulets trailing some to the left, some to the right, and some between my legs. I'd not yet even touched his testicles. Was it lovemaking? It's not a stupid question. Arthur and I made ourselves complete, not just by friction, but by knowing each other. Everybody says that having intercourse is what it's all about. Wrong. Being partners is what it's all about. Not everything is paced by semesters. We could have had wonderful intercourse right away, I'm sure. But maybe it's better to know the other's body, really being naked, by being more deliberate. Why rush to where contraception's an issue? Where (not with us, but too often), someone's exposed to other consequences? If you're interested in liberal education, at Wesleyan we have Chapel. It is one of our places. (For a few others from Hayes, too, since we're pretty close, but Arthur and I have never slipped in when it was occupied.) They leave the building unlocked, since we're really well behaved at Wesleyan. PROLOGUE When I was twelve, a man did a very bad thing to me. He raped me. Now I'm 20, almost 21. I'm a second-semester Junior at Wesleyan, a top ranked university. I have a double major. I'm taking Chem 102. It's good to take a whole year of a subject that complex. 102's Lab syllabus lists "An Enzyme from Pineapple". Hardly-measurable chemicals help big reactions occur. I have a Lab partner whom I doubt will become a physician. He's going to take Creative Writing next year from Gillespie. I have a pen he gave me that is very good for learning to write stories. Here's a song -- "Turn, Turn, Turn" by Pete Seeger, recorded by the Byrds. The words are adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes. "To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn), "There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn), "And a time for every purpose, under Heaven. "A time to be born, a time to die, "A time to plant, a time to reap. "A time to kill, a time to heal, "A time to laugh, a time to weep." We've sung it in Chapel. I posted the first bars of it at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Turn_Turn_Turn.wav. It's a 12-string guitar. Pete Seeger's Jewish and Roger McGuinn's guru was Muhammad Subuh Sumohadiwidjojo. Wesleyan's about Liberal Arts. HOLLY ON THE WEB Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. I won't be changing the story significantly, so if you didn't like it before, that much will remain the same. But if you did like it, an update may read a bit more cleanly. Holly

LILITH'S PRECIOUS INGREDIENT by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Any of you catch the Lilith Fair concert tour and loved organizer Sarah McLachlan's audacity? "It doesn't exclude men, it simply celebrates women." At $90 a ticket, the concert's only $12/hour. You got topless, too, right? Well, this story's about that Lilith. AARON Probably a dozen mid-level males at Fidelity look me over fairly frequently, maybe play a few mind games, me the mattress. Some might even ask me out if I'd let on that I'm aware, but I'm pretty choosy. They play it safe, enjoy it if my blouse is thin, or maybe when it gets crowded in the elevator. (They always look at the door, never over their shoulder at me.) It's normal, innocent stuff. Maybe I even generate a little spice for their regular partner. I can't say that for me because I don't have a regular partner, but if I did, I'd be there for him as long as we were regular. There are some very special partners out there. Just not enough to go around. Aaron is an Associate Financial Vice President, the kind of title with whom it's good to be friendly if you're a CPA. Actually, we're both CPAs, hired at nearly the same time, but Aaron's the one pre-ordained for Fidelity's future. Back then, we had a hopeful affair, just a small one, two new-hires bonding as much for mutual assurance as for sex. Aaron sweetly begged, but it was about testosterone (though he called it "companionship"). When I didn't properly companion, foregoing being the wife of a rising executive, degree-certified to balance my checkbook, he looked elsewhere, but only as far as the front desk. Evelyn was a knockout receptionist, directing calls, charming a client while we'd peruse his folder, freshening her nails and working her skirt up her thigh simultaneously. A companion sort. And I moved on. Well not really "on", more to the side, the side closer to the files of audits and schedules. It's fairly challenging, balancing multi-million-dollar acquisition/dispositions. I can afford my work attire, unlike the front-office girls. I wouldn't even want to be an Associate Veep (except for the bonuses), but the fact is that I'm not on that track. Group Manager, if I play by the rules (which in accounting are crystal clear at the bottom and shell games above). That's OK, except that it's not about my ability, my capital gains specialization, that is. Fidelity job tracks are a little more related to (shall we say?) personality. Aaron's far too professional to see it this way, but when tasks get distributed, I'm either someone he trusts or just a CPA who never mixes up figures. Better to be trustworthy. You can always blame the computer for the latter. Aaron's married still, but really rocky, to hear him explain. Evelyn doesn't understand work pressures the way I do. (Sure, buddy! I don't take it to my apartment at 5:00.) Fact is, Evelyn and I were friends back then and still chat, one of those boundary-fuzzy girl-to-girl "It's like I've always known you, Lily" bonds. I truthfully advised her not to be "seeing somebody" (Evelynese for adultery), but once she kept doing it, passed on a few thoughts about risk aversion (CPAese for "don't carry condoms in your purse"). Aaron and I still see a lot of each other regarding tax management and Aaron still likes to meet me somewhere where we can kick back, talk about old times. (Aaron, do you think I'm an intern? Our accounting techs are past that one.) Of course, being married he can't just say, "Lily, it's better if Evelyn doesn't hear about this," so it's a circumspect. "Lily, there's 80 minutes before the meeting when I should be working on the forecast, but maybe I can get away and we could catch up on what's going on." (Like far from HQ, where we'd not be recognized, right?) Aaron, my hard-working predictable manager/colleague with whom a dead affair never turned sour. We keep the jokes going during the tax strategy roundtables. So sure, I'll listen to whatever he needs to get off his chest. But he's not a special guy, or he'd be talking to Evelyn, not me. So I wasn't at all prepared for something so sudden. "Want to come to the Horizon Meeting in Philly?" The Horizon Meeting? That wasn't for worker bees like me. Maybe we'd prepare a PowerPoint to suggest that somebody knew what he (yes, "he") was talking about, but we'd not actually go. If the questions got tough, we'd get a call from a cell phone in some Philly washroom. Give me a break! Aaron was getting bored with Evelyn and my breasts haven't sagged because I've not had kids. Even a CPA can figure that one out. In case I had any doubts, he brightly amplified, "Maybe go a day early so we can do a little sightseeing." I could hear it now, "Lily, you must be tired after the Liberty Bell. Let's go back to the hotel and see what's on TV. I paid to get the special channels, you know." Actually, I'm just making the last line up. He wouldn't watch that stuff with me around. I was gracious but firm in dodging the invitation. When he upped the ante by mentioning the nice restaurants, maybe he read me. "Damn," he conceded affably. "Just too used to brokering deals. Should have let this one take its course, you remembering that I knew what you liked." I agreed. "It's nice to be asked, though." We'd still be friends. Story of my life! We'd have had cream-cheese intercourse, enjoyed the company credit card, probably even gone to the Mint. But there would be the lies to Evelyn. Or worse, the ponderings about moving out. Sex is lovely, as true-blue as double entry for a single proprietorship, but I'm tired of being on the bottom. LILITH I liked to shop at Sister Song, but never joined. I'd save fifteen percent on hardbacks, eight on paper, but there's the consensus business/issue meetings and volunteering a half-day per month. I'd not mind volunteering, but an hour of my time is worth more than Sister Song's daily net. Better I just forego the discount. They know me and don't mind that I wear hose. What caught my eye, there on the Sisters Unite! Shareboard was the flier -- "UPpity women. With Lilith we rise! Study Circle" Capitalized "UP"? Rosie, the girl (I mean "woman," though she was probably 17) manning (???) the counter, noticed my perplexity. "It's about the Goddess Lilith and having sex on top," she revealed, woman-to-woman. (When I was Rosie's age, I went to regular church and had only hopeful opinion on the second subject.) "I'll tell Trish you're interested." You can't just tell a feminist bookstore employee you're not interested. I dutifully surrendered a business card when she asked if I had a phone. "Way to go!" she offered, noting my credential. Trish (last name apparently superfluous) called me next day, and after enthusiasing about the Goddess, mentioned that they were also learning to knit and she had a ton of dark maroon, if that were my color. And actually I do tend toward an olive complexion and maroon looks great on me. Plus I was getting sick of watching Friends and Seinfeld reruns. If they burned incense or anything, I'd bug out. But to make a long story a little shorter, I went and Trish is an actuary 9 to 5, and they all agreed about me and maroon and Tanya (an Astrological Consultant, in case I want to know my future) showed me how to keep my stitches even. ("Don't need no stars for my future," I didn't respond.) Thursday evenings are fun part of my week now. But back to why we faithfully get together. I won't even begin to explain the significance of arch-femme Lilith (who's no Goddess, in my humble opinion, just a poignant reminder) to post-patriarchal womanhood. Maybe CPAs are less into myths, other than those relating book value to actual worth, but here are a few highlights. 1) Lilith was born out of the same pure dust as was Adam. 2) Lilith objected to being laid upon during intercourse, protesting that she's man's equal. When Adam raped her, she escaped by uttering the ineffable true name of God and soared out of the Garden to a cave by the Red Sea. She wouldn't have known God by name (Adam didn't) if she weren't a Goddess herself, her devotees confidently note. 3) Adam complained about his loneliness, so God created Eve from Adam's rib. Some think that Lilith was also the snake who deceived Eve. According to 13th-century Jewish mysticism, Adam blamed Eve for the Fall, for a time reunited with Lilith who bore him demon children, but finally returned to the woman upon whom he could belly-flop. 4) Without misogynist Adam, Lilith continued to bear demons, 100 per day, whom three Godly angels tried to dispatch. (We didn't discuss if these offspring were vampires, as some claim. It's all speculation.) 5) In retribution, Lilith still kills boy children in the eight days before circumcision, or 20 days for girls. Semitic mothers protect their newborn with an amulet naming the three angels. But apart from Study Circle regular Zoe who sports the amulet and Celtic earrings, and Sondra who prefers to whisper, none of us probably gives Lilith all that credit. Women have equal intercourse rights concerning the up position. But a gal who has a baby every 15 minutes and inspires Gothic websites is a hard arch-type to relate to while watching your microwave. It was sort of interesting hearing Carrie's report on Lilith in mythologies other than Hebrew. And it was fun exchanging ideas on Lilith as a lesbian. (She's not, but who's to deny the Sister Song board a deity.) Author Holly Rennick ("Pedantic and frequently misled," the review in Sister's Monthly, our newsletter) has two Lilith pictures at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Lilith.jpg. One shows Lilith with a snake; the other with the talons of a nighthawk. But practically, Study Circle was more interested in one little sliver of her accomplishments -- how she keeps getting pregnant. I was the one who read "Lilith" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882. (This is as close as we ever got to a ceremony. We turned out the lights, burned a candle and I used a flashlight.) It starts, Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold. Lilith purloins semen produced by masturbation, "Lilith's Precious Ingredient," we called it. The name Lilith relates to the Hebrew "laylah", night, because that's the time of her transgression. Orthodox donors needn't worry, though, because Judaism considers the offspring illegitimate and a prayer orders the little devil to not impede their father's ascent into heaven. Study Circle vocabulary word -- "Succubus", a lascivious female demon who descends upon and has sexual intercourse with a sleeping man. The opposite is "Incubus", an evil spirit who descends upon and has sexual intercourse with a sleeping woman. We all had sperm stories, of course, usually related to high-school dating. Who's not had to sponge clean her prom dress? But stealing it? STUDY CIRCLE CHALLENGE Some of us maybe weren't that great of knitters yet, but we backcrossed and cabled and purled and twisted with Lilith-inspired determination. But (sorry, Trish), some of us were tiring of sedentary feminist apologetics linked to vampires. Ruth suggested we switch to Anais Nin who wrote erotic stories for $1 per page. Or how 'bout The Red Tent? But we needed something less heady. Let's have a project! Maybe oppose Asian sex trafficking! Too late -- Zoe already signed a petition at Sister Song. Picket for partial birth abortions! Come on, Tanya! Some us would like to adopt a kid who needed a mom. Let's just have a little fun, OK? "So let's do like Lilith." It was Sondra, who we'd encouraged to be more assertive. "I mean," reverting to her normal barely-audible, "us make a collection of guys' sperm." We looked at each other. For a sperm bank? Then, almost as one, we saw it for what it was, non-linear brilliance! A fun-as-hell challenge for no purpose other than to do it. "Maybe we could use the stuff for some sort of awareness at Sister Song," suggested Trish, but none of the rest of us seconded the motion. That would make it too theoretical. "So what do we do?" asked Ruth, answering herself with a giggle. "We have to save it still wet, otherwise it's just like at the drive-in, too easy," judged Carrie. "What if...?" objected Judi, her freedom-to-love concern. "We'll need impartial judges, anybody who doesn't choose to compete," assured Trish. "Judgess," suggested Judi, validated. "Who said compete?" Sondra, again empowered. "We're sisters together." "You're right," conceded our leader. "We won't count." So that's how it started. And next week, Zoe showed up with a Ziploc. "It's the real stuff, women," she guaranteed. "How?" "Russ is totally obedient, despite his shaved head. I just milked him." "Into a plastic bag?" "I told him we'd freeze it in case he had a motorcycle accident or anything." We called her Zoe Ziploc. They think she can just put an ice-cube in her vagina? The next week, Tanya displayed a stoppered test-tube she'd stashed in her bathroom to scoop her significant-other's production off her abdomen. She'd pulled away halfway through to keep it accessible. "He thought I'd popped loose in thoughtless abandon," she grinned. And Trish, inadvertently revealing that her "current partner" was also her husband, passed around a plastic bag containing black panties. She'd started him orally and moped up. Judi ruled that the panties were "legally" wet. My opinion (but I didn't say it to Study Circle) was that all three had pushed the rules. Lilith doesn't do hand-jobs or coitus interruptus or fellatio. The male does the work. If I were to get a sample, that's how I'd want to do it. AARON AGAIN Probably I could have picked my target with a better long-range plan, but our Study Circle challenge was just short-term. Aaron was more-or-less already in the bag. (Not so intended, but a Ziploc joke, maybe?) The sex would be good, even on the bottom. I could hardly expect to steal his seed (Lilith-type terminology) and deny him, could I? But no, Lilith never screws them. No payoff but the babies. I'd be Lilith if I could. Study Circle would want me to exert myself to my empowered potential. Evelyn? Well, she's Aaron's problem, not mine. She'd probably be explaining to some physical fitness trainer about her husband the way he explains about her to me. I'll bet if I steered his lamentation, I'd find out what health club. "You're Jacque?" I'd ask at my no-charge body-fat-assessment session, while he evaluated (pleasantly high) the tone of my thighs (which is good). "You're seeing Evelyn and we wouldn't want Aaron to know, would we? He's an Associate Vice President. So how about a complimentary membership, and don't ever show your slimy biceps in the weight room when I'm there." Actually, CPAs never do that sort of thing, but we think about it some. How to steal some of Aaron's semen? Missed Philly, but Burbank's coming up. ***** It only took a bra strap, a skinny black one too high on my left shoulder. I'd have worn my sweater for the maroon, but it ended up being a bit narrow. Maybe a gift for Rosie at Sister Song. She makes minimum wage, but gets to read everything. Aaron hardly eyed the strap, but that's because he's smooth. And the next time I went without (yes I still can, thank you) under my totally-professional broadcloth twill under serge jacket, he guided me through the conference-room entry, hand lightly on the small of back. (No tell-tell ridge, right, Aaron?) So when he mentioned his Burbank presentation, the Corporate Directives meeting I long saw scheduled, all I had to say was, "Burbank? Isn't that where Jay Leno is? The Tonight Show and everything?" "Still must be," he agreed. "Been there?" I could the clicks in his brain, remembering earlier times. "Is it far from the beach?" having done my homework. "Half hour. Santa Monica Pier," now deciding that he'd need someone to do last-minute tweaks to his PowerPoint. That it would be smart to get there a day ahead to get optimized (his term). It took no more than my sigh about "those horrid red-eye flights back" for him to decide that it made sense to stay till the day after. Get the summary recorded while it's fresh, he suggested. My challenge wasn't optimizing the spreadsheets. At a 12.3 percent return, who cares about how we depreciated? My job was theft. "OK, Aaron, we shoot straight, right? I know that you and Evelyn are trying to work things out, that you, at least, are making a real effort. The trip's just business, right? No rooms with adjoining doors, if you read me." Translate: I'm already thinking about sex and who minds walking down a hall? And, "And don't bull-shit me, Aaron. You want me to make our office look good. It's my job. So if I dress to look good, it's still business, OK? Translate: Remember the beige silk that shows my nipples?" And, "And I know how touchy Evelyn can get about nothing. Don't lie, but she doesn't have to know who's helping you out." Translation unnecessary. A thief has to invite herself to the scene of the crime. ***** Graciela Burbank is easy driving distance to Warner Brothers, NBC, Disney and everything! Predictably, we were on the same floor. He'd booked the best, but why'd I need three phones? It was nice to have the afternoon to see where Jay broadcasts and to check out the hotel's health facility. Oh my! I must have forgotten my sports bra. I guess this thin one will have to do, to Aaron's poorly-disguised glances when we treadmilled side-by-side. Jacuzzi afterwards, my swimsuit was nothing like what we'd probably see on the beach, but revealed more than Aaron had recently seen. I let him catch me looking at the bulge in his trunks. Tried to blush, even. Snuggling against a Jacuzzi nozzle, I turned Aaron red with a blithe, "Wow!" It's good to remind Associate Veeps that not everything's business. We went over the presentation, me fiddling a little with the fonts and then had a great Indonesian dinner. (Why not? I hadn't a clue what they eat.) We drove along the Pacific, absolutely beautiful in the remaining twilight. When we took off our shores and walked ankle deep, he took my arm. I joshed about it being dark enough to swim to the breakers, giggling because our swimsuits were still back at the hotel. Aaron wouldn't pursue the adventure, I knew, the thought of apprehension too intimidating. (LA actually has beach police to discourage hold-ups and spontaneous copulation.) I let him steer me through the Graciela lobby door, hand on my back. No bump again, just smooth me, but he'd figured that one out when I'd tripped in the sand and let his elbow nudge for a few steps. "Lily?" in the elevator. (Here it comes.) "Yeah?" "Thanks for being a good listener. I guess you know me better than I know myself, sometimes." (Right on that point, buddy.) "Well, we can be friends on top of being on the Fidelity team, right?" my encouragement plagiarizing a recent call to corporate unity. "That's what I mean -- friends." He paused, trying to optimize the next step. "I just think of back when, sometimes," an effort unworthy of an Associate Veep, but maybe he thought sounded romantic. "At least you've got Evelyn," I tried to sound helpful, watching him crumble. "Me..." "We're friends, Lily, and sometimes friends need each other." (More Veep-like, I conceded.) "Want me to call room service for some ice cream or something?" (Back to Aaron at his best. Ice cream to lubricate the deadlock! An asshole boss would try champagne.) "That would be fun," walking past him into his room. "Think they'll have peppermint?" I helped undo his tie, admonishing, "There's Evelyn to think of," before he could mass-flick all the switches on the wall consol. He killed some of the lights OK, but on came the TV with (You guessed it!) Leno. I could have brought a CD, as there was a player. Girls get raped in hotel rooms all the time and rarely have the nerve to complain. (Sister Song has a Study Circle about it.) But, as I noted early on, Aaron's pretty decent. It wasn't like I was unbuttoning anything. Aaron tipped room service a dollar, which seemed high for two $2.49 single scoops plus two wafer items, but Fidelity of course got the $4.98 portion. "Brushing up for tomorrow," he'll explain if the Graciela trip is audited. I did want things to go well tomorrow, so I kicked off my shoes, curled up on a chair and made him perform the bar graphs. Smooth, knowledgeable, confident. He missed just a comma's worth of command when I smiled big, right in the middle of a timeline. "How about staying, Lily?" forthrightly asked as we brief-cased our documents. "The part of you that wants to is the real you," the well-proven divide-and-conquer technique. "Come on, Aaron." I tried to sound exasperated. "It's not about me. You know exactly what makes me tick, knew it our first time. I think about back then, too." I paused for effect. "You can't do it to Evelyn." I continued, more deliberately. "But you know I like you a lot, would if we could." A thought seemed to sway me. "Maybe you'd just hug me for old time's sake?" I didn't bother waiting, wrapping my arms around (appropriately cautious at first), then thrusting my chest fully against him, as if I were remembering anew. I didn't want to get into a kissing thing, though. Same for the breasts, just one hand on the outside. Where I relented was lower, letting him press his growing erection, then pressing back in acknowledgement, the first steps in what can become engagingly slow lovemaking. Girls get raped a lot more often, once they start grinding, and I wasn't too sure of Aaron's tolerance. Dissuading his rapture by stilling my hips, I whispered, "We've got a really big day tomorrow and then we'll want to celebrate." What could be better? I left him to satisfy himself face up, not face down, I'd think. Too bad I wasn't there with a Ziploc. ***** Our part of the Corporate Directives meeting went by the numbers, Aaron the Associate Veep charting a sound future, me the CPA adjusting the projector. He never called me "Lily" and tactically deferred a few technical questions to me, demonstrating that this one's not front-office. I wore my professionally-tailored form-revealing black linen suit and smiled at everybody. The honcho for Corporate Relations tried to peek where my blouse gaps under the middle button. We snarfed a catered lunch, totally Californian, and a few of the higher-ups judged my butt while passed out fruit juices. I had the afternoon off, probably to my fans' (my fanny's fans'?) disappointment. Beach ho! Suits on both sexes seemed to be spray-painted. Californians average about seven square inches of non-bronzed skin, though of course a weekday afternoon at the beach biases the sample. (Lots of business audits these days use random sampling.) Couples ventured into the surf, girls perched on their dates' laps where if the water level wasn't always changing, they'd have done it. (I'd think that doing it in salt water would (1) kill the sperm and (2) leave you irritated, but don't really know.) The surfer dudes (their term for themselves) scope the sand endlessly for women alone. Some dudes were pretty old and I could have gone for a woody ride so easily, even if none of them really drove a restored classic. I just said that I worked in an office, not that I dealt in millions. I could chat like Evelyn where it seemed advantageous. I let one cute shaggy permed "Surf's up!" type help me where maybe I'd missed lotioning under my strap. He more or less suggested doing around my cups as well, but I didn't bite. As I implied, dudes aren't too sophisticated, other than about wave names, maybe. I'd have gone in the water with him, but I was meeting Aaron for dinner and CPAs can assess benefit/cost involving a dude, waves that may retreat too quickly, and beach police. It was fun flirting, though, and he saw my nipple for his friendly banter. When he left, I gave him a "Surf still up?" and he laughed, knowing that this barely-tanned surfer chick knew the meaning. I timed it about right, returning sandy-shoed and salty-haired. "Really exciting, those Corporate Directives, right Aaron?" knocking on his door and elbowing him a little too playfully. "Should have come with me, kept me from getting burned. Time for a shower before dinner?" "How about a salty kiss to start our celebration," him on cue, saving me the work. "How 'bout washing my salty back first?" too fine a coquettishness to forego. I'd have thought my friend died and went to heaven when I stood as if that's how we end a business day, arms raised for him to pull up my top. I'd put my bra back on so he'd have to do a little work. He had me buck naked in hardly 60 seconds, probably all the time assessing what looked the same, what looked different from how he remembered. I knew exactly: 8 more pounds but nothing lengthened in my shoulder straps; no longer shaved to the bikini lines of those "Does she?" years; probably stronger legs because I'm more serious about jogging. I didn't twirl or anything, though. "Doing my back in your $400 suit?" kept him moving. (Maybe it cost even more.) Aaron's erection wasn't as long as I'd remembered, but things exaggerate over the years. His was entirely suitable for one in leadership, though. The way his stomach hair transitioned to his pubic seemed unchanged. "Same old Aaron," I laughed, flicking him and darting shower-ward, him in pursuit. I killed the bathroom light, but left the door ajar for a little illumination. Then I hit him with the condition. "It's a washing ritual, washing away all the numbers and make-believe projections." (CPAs don't count cash not yet banked. We're more like comptrollers than wizards.) "You can fuck our competition, but you don't get to fuck me standing with shampoo in my eyes." I guess not rushing our celebration made sense to Aaron. Males like foreplay too. He basically stood behind me, washing my hair for real, my back, around to my breasts, concentrating his lower sudsing to my pubic hair. His penis kept slapping my backside, but I didn't handle it (except accidentally). Sliding against each other was sexy, much more fun than just getting plastered against the stall wall. He'd have climaxed if I'd used my butt on him, but you can't steal sperm under a stream of water. Sand- and salt-free, I tossed him a towel and grabbed another for myself. Otherwise, he'd probably blot me backwards onto the bed. The bed did look pretty comfy, I'll admit. Maybe four couples could fit. At least that many flow to Burbank for Corporate Directives, the other females with nails and faces that required daily refinement. I could have had High Tea (a ceremony in which our hotel strived for European superiority) with some of them that afternoon, but I'd gone to the beach. I supposed Fidelity was paying for a few unused rooms, but maybe somebody we own owns this hotel, so it doesn't matter. I could almost hear the, "Oh, Lexi. I'm sure you remember our Corporate Directive about wearing leather and chaining me to the bedposts. Oh, please, not that! I'll do anything!" Casual nudity isn't casual, as we know. We don't sit down to pull on our panties, for example. We try to be adeptly nonchalant. Aaron's penis was back to its stubbiness, probably due to me not toweling it, but maybe, I wondered, he'd climaxed behind me. You can't tell the difference from water and suds. It was OK if he had, I decided, as we'd all evening for recovery. Dinner (Japanese, minute servings, less fun than Indonesian, a bigger hit on Fidelity's MasterCard) was almost romantic if we'd been younger. We sat on the floor and I worked my limbs to fold one leg under and extend the other, half Oriental, I'd call it. My forward foot (not at all accidentally, I confess) found its way between Aaron's who'd wedged his back with cushions to maintain vertical posture. It only took an onward wiggle while we were inspecting what may have been water chestnuts to toe his crotch. I giggled, he blushed and we decided that maybe we were consuming something more nautical while I made him as hard as the single-stem vase on our table. "Maybe a Yokohama sea slug?" goosing him a good one. Must have been the sake. In the car he said, "You're so naughty," and I said, "Geisha Lily wear her velly special kimono?" We went wading at the beach again and I picked up a piece of slimy seaweed, tossed it and hit him, all with my toes. "Sometimes my toes don't mind their manners," I explained. "Now we'll have to take another shower." Finally home to the Graciela Burbank, I steered him toward my room. Same in poshness as his, but I'd something stashed by the bed. Showering was even more of a come-on, a bit more leaning backwards on my part. I could have hung a pool towel on him when we exited, so I knew he'd contained himself. And now the greatest challenge, far beyond anything required by Study Circle, but no less than what Lilith asked. "Aaron?" "I'm ready for you, Lily." "Oh, I'm ready, too, but I'm thinking." "About what?" "Evelyn." "Well don't. It's just this once because we're friends." "It's not right," in my grownup voice. "Not right? We showered together, for Chrisake! It slithered all over you." "Yea, but we didn't do it." "Lily, feel this," pressing both my hands to emphasize its magnitude. "You've been feeling it all evening." "Yea, it shouldn't be in me, not even in my hands," letting go. "Maybe it's OK to fool around, shower naked even. But not to have sex." "Are you serious?" "I'm serious." "So what about me?" tying to reengage my grasp. "It would be more sexy to do it side-by-side, maybe?" trying to sound like Lilith. "Side-by-side?" letting the back of his hand brush himself since I was giving only superficial attention. "I'll show you. You show me. We won't really have intercourse." "You mean masturbate each other?" "Not each other. Ourselves. That way you won't have to lie if Evelyn asks if we had sex." "Why'd she ask?" "She said she'd call me on Tuesday night, yesterday, about health clubs. And I'm pretty sure I put something on my answering machine about being in California for business. She'll figure it out." "Oh shit!" "But you never said I wasn't coming and I did need to be here for some answers and we don't even have adjacent rooms. You're a good presenter if you don't have to lie." "Well, shit still! I haven't been this ready in years! Fuck Evelyn!" "That's the point," an inopportune wisecrack, fortunately missed. "So side-by-side, just with me." My reflective moment. "I've not been this ready, either." True, true, true! And as an afterthought, "Anyway, we've done it the regular way lots of times. Let's make it new and pretend that we're just discovering things. I was maybe 11. How old were you?" I lowered him onto his back and wrapped his fingers around his member. I'd never watched a male do it manually. For Lilith's sake, it had to be just him, but I could still rest my hand on his wrist to feel the sinews. "We can hear the ocean," Lilith, the seductress, not violator. As the poem says, she "draws men to watch the bright net she can weave, till heart and body and life are in its hold." (Actually, we were excessively far from the ocean, but we could pretend.) The Vice Presidential drained from Aaron's brow as he drew lightly up and stroked more firmly down. I tried to envision my vagina in his hand's place, fluid around his firmness. (In Study Circle, we envision envisioning.) It was too dim to discern, but I knew that he'd be leaking the early wetness that could have slickened me. I wanted to reach my hand around his, to weave our fingers so there would be ten digits helping. But instead I watched. I could tell he was concentrating, eyes now closed. His toes were rigidly upward. His neck didn't flex. It was as if his entire mobility centered at his groin. Pushing up with his hips as much as down with his fist, orgasm was at hand. A few faster strokes and he was spraying Lilith's precious ingredient excitedly into the air. "Let me catch it. Rub some on my breasts." He let me trap his continuation between my palms, one hand indeed sliming my breasts, the other's contents scooped into the waiting film canister. I felt bad about thieving so mechanically, the event having much more of a spontaneous feel. Maybe Lilith doesn't care how her victim ejaculates, but I did. As soon as I'd snapped the lid, I snuggled where I could kiss Aaron the way he merited. "Aaron, I'm not going to shower and tomorrow on the plane when nobody is looking I'm going to unbutton a button and there will still be cum right where you're looking." "Promise?" "Guaranteed," with another smooch. "But if you undo your fly to show me where it's still on you, the FBI will meet you at the airport. Also guaranteed." I'd not be what Aaron demands, though. As much as he laments Evelyn, she's the one he needs to screw, someone he can roll off, put on his tie and sell Fidelity. ***** Me? I'm pregnant! Aaron doesn't know, and best not. He doesn't even think we did anything serious, just masturbated. Sure enough, Evelyn met him at the door with her big question and sure enough, he could answer truthfully. And sure enough, girl-to-girl, I assured her that as sexy as he still is, the man who chose her over me is faithful. "You know, Evelyn? If he'd done his Aaron thing, maybe he'd have laid me and I'd feel terrible forever. Sometimes a girl can't get away. But he didn't, that husband of yours." My Ob-Gyn dates it to whenI was in Burbank and says my story isn't unique in medical literature. Semen on your finger, masturbate your vagina, a crafty upstream-swimming sperm. She assumes I'll choose to abort. Sister Song is divided on that one, but the loud ones vote more. Evelyn, who'd do the calendar bit as well, if she knows, wouldn't care a nickel about the medical uniqueness. Here would come Aaron to my apartment, his suitcase of ties, forever assuming double-decker. A CPA can move about anywhere and even set her own hours, so I'll be able to nurse. And truth be told, there are probably more decent men in the Pacific Northwest who'll look beyond me being a single mom. Like maybe see me as a dimensional person, not just something to lie on. Sister Song has a list of women-owned bookstores up there, so I'll have some friends right off. Thanks Lilith. No incense or anything, just a girl-to-girl thank you from me and the one inside. END HOLLY ON THE WEB Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. I won't be changing the story significantly, so if you didn't like it before, that much will remain the same. But if you did like it, an update may read a bit more cleanly. Holly

HOOKING AUNTIE'S BRA by Desi Ghee and Holi Rennick AUTHORS NOTES The story "Hooking Aunt's Bra" is posted in degrees of incompleteness on several international chat sites, most of which are of hit-or-miss access. "Found on the web" is the story's only attribution. On Sept. 18, 2006, a chatter known as Indian Incest appended, "thanks for the replies guys .. i m done with the story .. if any body else wants to continue with it then most welcome" I (Holi Rennick speaking) would encourage proofreading even chat messages, but take Indian Incest at her or his word. "Hooking Aunt's Bra" indeed merits completion. I've rewritten the posting, but worked to maintain the linguistic clip of the speaker. (World-class English-language literature is pouring out of the subcontinent these days. It's all of our language.) I've changed the "Aunt" to "Auntie" to differentiate my version from the original. Indians and Pakistanis say the latter, so I'm linguistically okay. A helpful reader uncovered the original author, Desi Ghee, whose "Hooking Her Up" can be found at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=196357. Desi was kind enough to not object to my having taken on his plot. Give him a read and let him know what you think. For readers who've forgotten their Urdu/Hindi: Choli -- blouse that ends just below the bust. Lehenga -- full skirt. Salwar -- loose pants of many fashions. Kameez -- long, fashionable tunic, paired with a salwar. Dupatta -- trailing scarf draped over the kameez. Nala -- trouser-cord. Kurta -- square-cut tunic, often embroidered. Holi -- Hindu festival in which faces are brightly painted; the given name of noted author. Let's join young Naeem and practice our vocabulary. HOOKING AUNTIE'S BRA This story takes place in my next to final year of secondary school. I was seventeen and ripe with energy I didn't know where from; energy that kept me restless and got me into trouble more than once. There were five members in our household: my grandmother, my mother's brother and his wife, my younger aunt, and myself, Naeem. My younger aunt was the smallest of my mother's siblings and was still waiting to be married. But this story is not about her; it is about my mother's brother's wife. My uncle's wife -- her name is Mehnaz -- didn't really like my presence in what was technically her husband's house. I was entrusted into Uncle's guardianship due to circumstances beyond my control and Auntie had no choice but to accept my presence. It was very clear from the beginning, however, that she did so reluctantly. Our interaction was polite, formal and minimal. My room was a bit isolated from the rest because of its purpose for guest lodging. My daily routine was set so that after coming home from school, I would take my lunch and disappear until the dinner hour. After that I would once again disappear until the next day. I kept to myself, and they to themselves. I had so much time for studying. The first incident that brought about a minor change in my routine was the morning of a rather hot day when Auntie entered my room and asked me to hook her bra. She was fresh out of bath, probably to stay cool, and I assumed that she had come to me as neither my younger aunt nor my grandmother was nearby. In our culture it is not uncommon for ladies to ask a male child to do this kind of thing when there are no females available, but it is most uncommon to ask a boy my age because of the feelings it can arouse. As this was the aunt that really didn't like me, however, I had to assume she had no other choice. Auntie was holding her kameez to drape her chest and had pulled her dripping hair to the front as well, leaving her back bare. I had helped my own mother many times with the same task, so the routine was nothing new. I averted my eyes and quickly managed the fastenings. She flicked her hair onto her back and pulled her kameez over it. Once it was on, she pulled her hair out, straightened it, uttered a quick thank you and left without looking at me. Uncle's wife was not as slim as my younger aunt because of being married, though she had yet to give birth. She was wider in her back and had a few bulges where her nala tied. Her back was also meatier, so when my fingers touched it, as they had to, it felt soft. When I went back to my books, Auntie's moist skin lingered as background on the pages. When one studies a great amount, it is too easy to find distraction. *** It was about a week later when Auntie again asked me to do the hooking. She was coming from her room and it seemed she was preparing to go somewhere. She wore a newly ironed lehenga and was smelling of perfume which she usually only wore when she and Uncle went visiting. It was Sunday, so that made sense because Uncle was home and must have planned a small outing. Auntie had chosen a blush-coloured bra to match her choli. In our culture, cholis are sometimes too transparent and a stylish bra is part of ladies' fashion. The cut is modest, not like European bras, but the colour is well thought-out. She clutched the choli over her front, bra straps dangling under her arms. As a choli is of less fabric than a kameez, I could recognize somewhat more of the sides of her bra. But why had she come to me for assistance? Maybe my younger aunt and Grandmother were not available and Uncle had stepped out. But I could hear them conversing in the kitchen, discussing train schedules. As Auntie couldn't see behind her, I had looked closely at the stitching of her straps. My fingers again retained the warmth of her skin long after I had made the closing. Everything was on the up and up, although it did feel a bit odd being asked to do something like this at my age. *** As I was about to leave for school not that many days later, Auntie asked me to come to her room. Uncle had already left for his employment and my younger aunt and Grandmother were elsewhere. As I waited to hear what my aunt wanted, she turned from me, crossed her hands in front and lifted her kameez to her armpits, revealing the absence of an undergarment. As her front was away from me, it wasn't immodest, but I was again able to see her entire back below where her kameez bunched. She bent over a little to pick up her bra from the bed, and it was whilst extending her hand that I glimpsed the sides of her breasts. I didn't see that much, or for more than a moment, but I saw skin that I shouldn't see. In our culture where people are pressed closer together than in the West, we are still more modest. We don't look where we ought not. If we do, we strike it from our minds like a hot coal. Auntie wrapped the bra around her, pushed the straps behind and motioned me to do my job. I quickly did as I was told, nervous that she had seen me peek. She didn't act like she had been noticing, though. She pulled her kameez back down, turning toward me as she smoothed it. The way she tugged made the fabric slide over her breasts. She smiled as she thanked me for the help and I took my leave. All day my mind I was seeing the sides of her breasts and thinking about the way she had adjusted her kameez. Even her smile seemed special in the afterglow. I did wonder why she had first been without her bra. Maybe she just forgot and when she did remember, I was the only one around. A few mornings of sly attention, however, explained to me Auntie's routine. She would be without her bra when she arose to prepare breakfast -- one can tell by the sway -- and only finish dressing later in the morning before going out. In our culture, though we strike thoughts from our minds like a hot coal, sometimes boys especially are not always diligent in the speed of it. Knowing a female household member is going without a bra would be interesting, but evaluating her habit of doing so, and thus predicting with accuracy when she will be in such-and-such state, is more engaging. *** I knew the chances of helping with my aunt's bra were very small, as Grandmother or my younger aunt would normally be available. Thus, it came as a big surprise when Auntie asked me to do the same a few days later when she had just sent away my younger aunt. It in fact became a routine every morning for me to help her. Auntie would face away towards her bed where her bra lay ready, raise her kameez, then hold her bra to cover her front and extend the straps backward. My task was simple and quick -- usually three hooks on straps with only one receiving set, but perhaps only two on straps where the closure could be in three locations. I preferred the latter where the tightness was my decision. Auntie never corrected my choice, so perhaps it made no difference. Perhaps I should add another item of information. One can see in Western magazines many bras where even a small error in adjustment might cause an excess exposure. But bras in our culture are more surrounding and more directing, so a little too loose or a little too tight wouldn't be critical to modesty. I was quickly familiar with Aunties bra collection and liked knowing that she didn't mind my knowledge. A boy can of course become familiar with lady's underwear by watching the laundry line, but that's less interesting than assisting with its attachment. When one's seventeen, it should be said, what is interesting is not the same as what was interesting when one was twelve. When one is seventeen, one's organs are more developed and do things without planning. *** Perhaps two weeks passed before there was a slight change of routine. Auntie didn't pull her kameez downward after I had done the hooking, but pulled it upward and off. "Which kameez should I choose, Naeem?" turning to face me. I had no idea. An aunt never asks a nephew such a thing. But more than that, an aunt rarely stands unmoving in her bra before her nephew. I of course knew what her bra looked like, but to see the flesh between then halves so straightforwardly and for such a time! I could almost feel the softness. In our culture - this distinction can be difficult for Westerners who see everything in black and white -- there is distinction between levels of personal interaction. We frequently see the other sex in various degrees of undress at places of public bathing, though we don't intermingle more than is necessary. For me to see my aunt passing in a bra from her room would be no more erotic than for her to see me swimming with other boys in our undershorts. Things would seem differently if she had been touching my shorts, or me her undergarment. Thus my reaction wasn't thus simply from viewing her bra, but also from knowing it so many times. I must have mumbled something, but I'm sure it was without sense. "Well, you think about it," she added. "I like to be pretty for you." What a smile Auntie gave me! She likes to be pretty for me! No one had ever told me that before! My eyes were focused on her bra. Then her expression grew serious and she asked if it was becoming too much for me to do this small favour for her. I tried, but failed, to reciprocate her smile. I shook my head and took my leave. Obviously my aunt was becoming more comfortable with me, letting me see her in that way, but I didn't want to feel the way I ended up feeling, my breathing uneven, even sometimes a movement in my lower regions. In our culture, I was perhaps somewhat behind the eight-ball, not having been with a member of the fair sex, but if I had, it was understood that it would be with a prostitute or perhaps a servant girl who was willing. I wasn't that knowing about engaging a prostitute, though my school fellows would have arranged it, and we didn't have a servant other than the gardener and sweeper. I could only conclude that I had been harsh in judgment. Perhaps Auntie didn't dislike me as much as I was thinking, or she would have not been so friendly. But I couldn't come forth and tell Auntie to cover herself because I was starting to get excited at the sight of her. Maybe she would tell Uncle to send me away. He would do just that if he knew of my behavior. No, I couldn't talk of such feelings. *** Things once again changed when Auntie left her bra on her dresser. She had lifted her kameez before looking for her bra, so she was up the creek without a paddle. As turning to fetch it meant exposing more of herself, she cupped her hands on her breasts. I tried to look down, but not before viewing what her hands couldn't cover. I was embarrassed and flustered at seeing so much flesh, but it was exciting as well. I actually felt a little warm. I fully expected her to dismiss me for looking, but she didn't seem to think anything was different, staying where she was before the dresser, her bra now pressed over her. When I moved to do the hooking, try as I might, I couldn't help looking into the dresser mirror. Her bra, her cleavage, her belly, her belly button, and the part below her navel were all in the looking glass! And in the mirror Auntie was looking directly back at me! A rush of blood made my vision blur so much that I mismatched the hooks. I turned without fixing my error, not even giving her a chance to say thank you. I was ashamed of having seen my aunt in that way, but at the same time, even more aroused. In our culture, a boy should not see a bared woman, but of course we like to pass by the water tap when a girl of our own age is bathing. An elderly woman will bare her breasts, which is her habit. A younger woman will try to cover hers, but when she's unsuccessful, it's more sensational. A stronger rule, very much stronger, instructs that we should not be aroused by a female of our own family, though that doesn't apply after marrying a cousin. There's no allowing for a nephew to be aroused by an aunt, much less one who's married and elder. It's a no-no. I don't know what made me look back, but when I did, our eyes met again, this time directly, and she gave me a slight smile. I rushed away as fast as lightning. Her cleavage, her belly and the area below her navel stayed in my mind through all the day, but so did my embarrassment. When I came home that afternoon, I didn't have the courage to take my lunch, I was so fearful of coming face to face with Auntie. I was very hungry though and I couldn't even think, let alone do my homework. I was startled when she came to my room with a chapatti. I was grateful and even managed to come out to the dining room for fruit. As Auntie peeled my pear, I knew exactly what was under her kameez: her bra (with its mishooking), her cleavage, her belly, the area below her navel. When she gave me the fruit, I thought of her breast. "It's very sweet, Naeem," she promised. *** The next day Auntie stood before the dresser as if that's where we had always done the hooking and when she lifted her kameez, her breasts were fully exposed in the reflection. She realized her mistake quickly and covered herself saying, "Hai maan!" [Oh mother!] In our culture, we see breasts and females see penises, but never at close distance for any length of time. This was my first time of seeing a woman's breasts both closely and without hurry. Auntie's were big and round and supple and beautiful. Her nipples were large like purple grapes. Her wheaty flesh looked so soft. I of course turned, but had memorized everything. Try as I might not to, I again became erect and for that I was thankful I had turned away. When she called me back, I found her flushed. I was flushed myself. When we resumed our positions and our eyes again met through the mirror, we both looked away quickly. As I finished, she asked of me, "You'll not tell anyone, will you?" The question caught me by surprise. Who would I dare tell? "No one," I promised. I would never tell anybody, but my eyes were seeing those breasts through all of that day's classes, especially English where I thought of many phrases regarding girls. I prefer American English, rather than that of the U.K., because the U.S.A. is where there's action. Not the U.K. "Shagging the bird," for example, but the American "Screwing the chick." Auntie came to my room immediately upon my return. It took her a while before speaking. "I'm ashamed." I thought about my answer. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It was an accident." She smiled weakly. "It won't happen again. I'll take more care." I would have liked to see those breasts again, but knew I wouldn't. At least she wasn't telling me I couldn't continue the hooking. I should feel lucky for that much. Then she asked, "Did you feel uncomfortable?" "It was a fluke thing; I got over it," I fibbed. I wasn't over it at all. Even as she stood there, I was picturing what I had seen. Her tug tightening her kameez against her front hinted knowing of my fib, but I pretended not to notice again the hint of her nipple. "Don't tell anyone," she reminded, but her sly way of saying it said she knew I wouldn't. When she looked down to see what had caught my eye, she smiled. If anything, she acted not that displeased about the accident. Auntie left, but not before I had to cross my hand over my lap in a casual manner. *** Things were normal the next time as I did the hooking. It was her most red bra. I felt down in the dump for having seen her breast the last time, but Auntie wasn't acting so badly about it. It was pleasant to me, how afterwards she sorted without hurry through her wardrobe for a matching kameez, leaving me to be a wide-eyed item of furniture. But though seeing is believing, I didn't want to be a chair or nightstand. I wanted to be me. Then it came to me. We had always done the hooking in silence, no conversation above a thank you. I needed to break the silence. The subject came without much searching. "Auntie," I made my remark as casually as possible, "you seem to prefer red today." That was the first time I acknowledged giving attention to what I was doing. "It makes me feel special," she replied, equally casually. I think she was relieved at the breaking of silence. We actually had a conversation about her underwear! It was so intimate for us to discuss something so personal, but we had done it! "What next colour should I try?" She spoke it in such a relaxed manner. "I don't know. I hear good things about black." My knowledge on the subject was tales overheard on the schoolyard, but I liked phrasing it as if I were in the know. As I later reflected, I couldn't believe suggesting that Auntie should wear black underwear, but perhaps after hooking her bra so many times, seeing her in so many, it was only a slight jump to offering an opinion. In our culture though, that's a big jump. *** A few days later Auntie announced, "I have for you a surprise," nodding toward her dresser. On the dresser was a black lace bra, one not from the market, I would have guessed, but from the shopping mall. "It's very pretty," I volunteered. The hooks seemed tiny, but I was by now well acquainted with such things. I none the less took my time, letting my fingers move along the thinness of the strap. Auntie didn't seem to mind when I lingered. As the bra was new, the shoulder straps were not yet in adjustment and she had me move the slides until the fitting was comforting. When she turned for my inspection -- she must have been knowing I wanted to look more closely -- I could see nipples through the lace, barely visible because Auntie's colour was dark enough to blend in, but fully notable in shape. She seemed pleased. "Your face tells everything." I stuttered, "It's very black." But in so few words, a huge wall seemed lifted from between us, a wall that consisted not only of silence and position, but of something else as well, of another barrier. "Indeed. It is very black," she agreed. Her looking toward the window gave me more time to please my eyes. If anything, her nipples became more noticeable, but the increase may have been in my imagination. In the selecting of that day's kameez -- so many colors go with black -- Auntie had me fetch one garment after the other, and with each trial, I came again and again close to her, seeing so many times how the lace moulded to her form. As I was leaving, Auntie added, "I'm going to feel embarrassed, but guess what more?" I turned to see her lift her kameez enough high to expose her navel and pull her salwar enough down to expose the top of a matched black panty. "I thought you would like knowing," she offered, her smile revealing perhaps a little pleasure with her boldness. I just laughed and she laughed with me. My aunt had showed me her new panty! Just the top edge, to be sure, but knowing of that was almost like knowing everything. I tell you, there was an erection between my legs that lasted all day long. I kept thinking of Auntie in her black bra and black panty. She had agreed to my advice and chosen the colour I had suggested! Imagining her selecting at the shopping mall made me yet more excited. Women's underclothing is sold on tables at the market, but items of this sort at the shopping center would be sold out of common viewage. As I said before, in our culture a nephew should not become aroused by an elder aunt. But how can that apply when the aunt has purchased a bra and panty to please him? Auntie came to my room as soon as I retuned that afternoon. There was nothing she talked about, only organizing my library a little. I easily recognized the black under her kameez and knew that she was wearing her matched panty. Then she left quickly. By dinner hour when Uncle returned, Auntie was in an older bra that I had fastened many times. *** Then came her purchase of a bra of white lace, one that she could never wear under a choli. Under a bra so thin, the darkness of Auntie's areola would be so visible. Perhaps this bra could be worn under a kurta, I judged, but I somewhat wondered if it was also bought with her nephew in mind. It was clear to me that she enjoyed my approval. She smiled at my adventuring eyes as I completed the adjustments. "How do I appear, Naeem?" I had no choice but to be honest. "Pretty," as I tried too late to look elsewhere. "You can look. It's not too much, is it? I'm not showing too much?" This was indeed about me, too, I realized. Her question gave permission, an order, even, for my eyes to return. In our culture, a boy might glimpse the nipple shape of every female in family, but would never be led to think of such a thing erotically. Being asked to judge on modesty, however, would arouse an entirely different process of thought. It's not what the boy would see; it's his admitting an opinion. "Well, maybe, but no one is going to see," myself seeing everything. "But are you pleased with it? I mean, you are the one who is seeing." Auntie knew without error what was pleasing to me. "I'm not minding," I admitted. "What does Uncle say?" I don't know why I asked that, but the thought was in my mind. She scoffed at my simplicity. "I don't show this, especially to your uncle. It's our secret, is it not?" Auntie's statement said a lot, but I didn't feel the weight of it until so much later. Certainly I would not spill the beans to Uncle. In our culture, utmost respect is given a household's eldest male, but at the same time, sometimes it is more harmonious for that person to be removed from certain delicate situations. Whilst he would care not a whit about a family member seeing the shape of his wife's nipples in passing, it would be so disturbing to him knowing she'd worn a special bra to reveal them in private. For certain, this must remain a secret. I was still looking through the lace until Auntie pinched my cheek. I think she was enjoying herself; or rather she was enjoying the teasing she was giving me. Following school, however, Auntie came to my room, this time rather subdued. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I have a headache." "Sorry." "I've been worrying since this morning that I distracted you from your studies." She didn't bother to explain, but waited for my reaction. "I didn't think so much about it," I lied. It had been the sum of my imagination, were the truth made known. The geography of Japan had slipped my mind, when called upon to recite it. "You didn't?" "Not too much." I looked into Auntie's eyes to convince her of my sincerity. She smiled. "But maybe not too little?" twisting my ear for not telling the truth. It's difficult play an elder aunt for a fool. I was not surprised before Uncle's return when Auntie beckoned me to help her exchange her white lace bra for something less naughty. *** Next morning, she again chose the new white bra, though I knew she would exchange after the showing. When I finished the hooking, she faced me once more. "Are you sure you're okay with it?" "I like it okay," as she fully knew. She bent nearer. "Sweet boy." She had no reason to whisper, but that's how she said it, so calmly. As I was about to exit, she called me back, "Naeem!" "Yes?" Auntie's face had lost its calmness. "Unhook me," an order. That I had never done, an unhooking. She faced away as I complied. "Are you okay with this as well?" "Yes." I was seeing nothing new in her back, but I knew she was talking about the unhooking. "And this?" dropping her newest purchase to the floor and turning to face me. Unrestrained, her breasts parted from each other. Nipples that in quick viewing had looked like grapes now looked like cashew nuts. I could see the darker veins running though her flesh, the goose bumps around her areola. What I'd seen before was in passing, explainable as a small accident. It was like the girls at the water tap who of course noticed when my mates and I passed by and maybe let their wrappings slip a small degree to tease us. But now my aunt was topless before me, asking if I was okay with her being that way! She wasn't teasing me; she wasn't even asking a real question. What I did know now was her demand for a response. A thousand and one emotions went through my system in a millisecond. My cock went from zero to 90 degrees in a snap. She must have heard that snap as it hit the cloth and stretched it outward. I did the only thing that came to mind. More accurately, perhaps, as my mind had no ability to think, I moved with instinct to place a hand on each of her breasts. Maybe Auntie had been thinking I wouldn't be so forward, but she didn't move from me. To feel every part of her breast under my touch was like heaven on earth. Her eyes were closed as I enjoyed her, but after a few moments, she opened them and only then I whispered, "Yes, I'm okay with it." She giggled. I didn't know what to do next, so I took my leave before she could notice my arousal. Her softness stayed on my hands all through the day. I didn't even attend some of my classes. I sat under a tree, hidden from view of most of my school fellows, and came home early. I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. When Auntie slipped into my room, I didn't rise to greet her, as I didn't wish to appear too eager. She had draped her kameez with a dupatta. "I spent all day this way," she said in her whisper, the sway of breasts apparent as she removed the dupatta. "Why?" I asked with a similar whisper. No one could have heard if we had used regular speaking. "Because you didn't hook me," giggling as she had that morning and showing the bra wadded in her hand. "You could have asked Grandmother?" Auntie put her finger on my forehead. "Only my nephew is to do the hooking." I sat up and reached under her kameez, not to hook, but to touch. There was vigour in my squeezes. I was being rough with her, maybe even harming her breasts, I wondered afterwards. When she realized I didn't know how to stop, she pulled herself from me. "Quickly before somebody discovers," placing the bra and turning for me to do my task. After doing the hooking, I again reached around to her breasts until she again giggled. "You're very kind to help me so sweetly, Naeem. You must not forget to hook me tomorrow." My blood was rushing through my body so fast that I felt dizzy. My brain couldn't keep up with my emotions. I spent the whole evening on hot coals, but the fire burnt through my passion enough that by morning, I was calm and at least in control of my hands. *** When I held her breasts the next morning, Auntie did something endearing, leading my head down to where I could kiss her flesh. She was rubbing my cheek whilst I caressed. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I practically melted. She let me use my lips as I wished, showering me in return with unspoken love. My chest felt so heavy that the feelings almost oozed out of my eyes. I was savouring such delicious dishes. I had of course heard stories of kissing a breast, and here I was actually experiencing how it feels to be intimate with a woman! I was a village boy in the big city for the first time! I felt a little foolish for acting so emotional. I couldn't say for sure, but the hardness of her nipples told me she found it pleasurable. But if Auntie was no longer hiding herself from me, perhaps it was more necessary to control my temptation. One becomes nervous when playing to close to the fire. If Uncle discovered me kissing his wife's breasts, I was a goner. A boy is so lucky to have known his aunt's breasts, but it's better safe than sorry. Being of cautious nature, I resolved to be more restrained in future encounters. As they say, "It is better safe than sorry." *** So I ceased touching, other than in the hooking of her bra, even whilst knowing I had adventured further without her stopping. Even when she was very careless, barely holding her bra over her, I stood my ground. To Auntie, though, it perhaps seemed as if I was again formal. I could tell that she was confused. Finally she asked. "Why is it that you do not touch me any more?" I was taken aback, but before I could answer, she pursued, "I wait for your hand to come and it is not coming. Have I done something wrong? You kissed me there, even!" I was feeling blame for having done a thing, but now I was feeling blame for not having done a thing. What was I to be doing? "No. It's not that way." For lacking a better excuse, I spoke the truth. "I don't know what I'm to do." Auntie stared at me and slapped me in the face, hard enough to hurt. "I can't believe what you say! I've let you do with me as you please. Does that not tell you? You are the man!" I wasn't sure what that all meant, but I touched her breast and she smoothed where she had slapped me. After only a short time, she led my face downward and I kissed her as I'd kissed before. Perhaps the waiting made the taste of Auntie's breasts even sweeter. *** When next I went to do the hooking, we hugged, but not in the way a nephew and aunt should be hugging. I would have not started the hugging myself, but when she took me, it was a cinch to respond with enthusiasm. She was so soft and so warm, holding herself against me to soak me with tenderness. I wanted to absorb every part of her. When she let my leg press the flat place above where her thighs came together, I could only hope that her allowance was not to feel my hardness. Hugging in this way makes you aware of such things. But what was I to do when her knees embraced mine? My undershorts and trousers did little to prevent my arousal being made known and the movement of her body was such that she was feeling every part of me. Auntie's eyes were shut as she wiggled herself until I, too, rubbed back so she would be knowing everything. Her eyes had been closed the first time I had touched her breasts. Now they were closed as she came to know my excitement. I was so lucky to still be maintaining control of my emotions when Grandmother called from the kitchen for someone to help relight the gas. *** Nothing was said between us next morning as we waited for Uncle to leave and for Grandmother and my younger aunt to go to market. It wasn't as if we had a plan, but on the other hand, perhaps the way we hugged yesterday is how plans become drawn. Auntie stood in front of me topless, perhaps almost as hesitant as myself. When I reached to take off her salwar, I was serious, but not too sure of what would happen. After a slight pause, she herself loosened the nala and let her salwar drop to the floor. She stood awkwardly, her hand shielding the black triangle so apparent through her panty. I came close and moved her hand aside. She lifted one foot and then the other when I removed her panty. My breath was coming so hard and fast that it was getting stuck on the sides of my throat. I swallowed hard. I must have been yellow in the face as all the blood must have drained from it. I was in it hook, line and sinker. The world lay before my eyes. Suddenly smiling, she took my face in her hands, "Calm yourself or you'll faint." I had thought I knew my role as the man, but maybe I needed slight help. Auntie perhaps decided the same. "Let me see you," placing her hand between my legs. As no one never ever touched me there before, I squirmed when she felt my hardness, but she must have been knowing, as she didn't seem surprised. She lifted me outward until she could grasp me fully. "You seem to have serious desire," using her other hand to unbutton my shirt. I could see a certain satisfaction in her appraisal. I was nervous, but not enough to dispute her observation. A married aunt is superior to an unmarried nephew in knowledge of sex. The relief of not having to make each decision left me feeling free. I rushed through undressing and stood in front of her naked, my cock pointing towards the ceiling fan. I was without hesitation in letting her take me in hand. "Naeem," she ordered. "Have you had experience with a woman?" "Not exactly." "Look at my eyes. Have you?" "No." "Have you looked at me with certain thoughts?" I nodded. "Not here," indicating her breasts. "All of me." Auntie would have known of my certain thoughts from hugging, but perhaps she found it good to make me admit the same. I nodded again. "Then you must learn," in absolute seriousness. She paused, watching me as a snake might watch a bird. "But you must tell nobody. Your uncle would be too angry." "Maybe..." I started, but Auntie wasn't taking maybe for an answer. She quickly stepped to her bed, lay down and with a lifting of her nose motioned me to follow. I was maybe not that confident, but having confessed my certain thoughts, went to her. "This is for my happiness, too," she admitted, which made me feel a bit older. When Auntie opened her thighs, I feared I might climax on the quilt, the sight of what I saw, but I regained some composure by thinking of the American idiom, "Fools rush in." She asked me to overshadow her with my body, a position requiring much skin delightfully touching. I at first was hesitant regarding touching my cock against her body, but it was difficult to avoid. When she raised her leg to have contact, though, her agreement was made known. When I was more fully above her, she pulled me upward until my cock touched every part of her breast, but when I became nervous, she let me settle myself more squarely on the mark. When my cock poked her pubic place, she let me push it against the hair, but soon grabbed me with a surety that sent shivers up my spine and rubbed me down and up until I could feel wetness between her legs. Unlike yesterday, I knew that Grandmother's call wouldn't interrupt us. Auntie was taking pleasure, of this I could be certain by the way she teased. Being a married woman, she was knowledgeable regarding how far she might engage me without my loss of control. For my part, I took my own pleasure in knowing Auntie's increasing anticipation for the screwing. One might think that an older aunt would be of lesser emotion, but this is not the case. She was as fit as a fiddle. In our culture, Auntie shouldn't do what she was doing, but by now I realized that Auntie was a modern woman. The times they are a-changing. Finally she guided my cock to her most female place. "Very slowly," she ordered. "You're young." I felt myself getting inside her and shook with the force of sheer pleasure as the doors to heaven started to open. "Ohhh, Naeem," she encouraged in a less aunt-like, less smooth voice when I passed some magical place. Maybe it was a physical place or maybe it was a thought place; of that I'm not certain. As to the physical, she was very wet within, making my progress problem free. As there was no need of her hand to further guide me, she grasped about my shoulders, allowing me better opportunity to enjoy my situation. Her deepest place became known to me and it pleased me to have reached so far. Of course she was grabbing me with her legs to further my entrance, so I don't deserve all the responsibility. "Ohhh, Naeem!" I felt a bit scared at the voice now coming out of her throat. It was good that the house was empty. After the most splendid lingering, she whispered for me to pull back, but when the head was about to leave her, she grabbed my behind and returned me into her. I at first feared I might last not so long, but now that I was again in her, my confidence improved. Auntie was the teacher, but I was always known to be a willing student. For a coincidental reason I thought of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by the English author Lewis Carroll. Alice had adventured down a tunnel to find a mysterious place. I kept moving in and out, with an occasional push (at my own deciding) to hold myself all the way in. The movement came quite by nature, if I do say so. Auntie was finding it very agreeable also, I noted, by the hurry of her breathing and the closing of her eyes. For so many moments, the two of us worked in sensational cooperation, my cock going about its business. Then, to my surprise, Auntie arched upward with strength greater than my weight downward. "Ohhh, aaaahhh!" It was all I could do to be maintaining my superior position. "Ohhh, Naeem!" as her body shivered and jerked. Yes! I told myself when I realized I was pleasing Auntie to the fullest. Knowing such gave me even the ability to increase my role. I knew she was reaching the heavens, even if I didn't exactly know what it involved for a female. Knowing I was giving that to someone so experienced even made me feel somewhat haughty. And soon I felt the signal to please myself as well. "Auntie!" "Don't call me Auntie," but I was too far gone to care. My liquid spilt forward, first in big spurts, then in short ones and she held me inward for as long as it took for my last juices to leak into her. Auntie let me linger within until there was nothing left of me. We were both pleasured. When I departed to school, she was in a common bra and kissing me to beat the band. Whilst perhaps I had not done everything in perfect manner, the fact that my aunt had so wonderfully expressed her heavenliness spoke a mouthful. Success of course must also be credited to Auntie. In English, "mate" can refer to either one's colleague or to the act of union. To a complete degree, we qualified in either meaning, Auntie and I. As they say, it takes two to tangle. Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood for studies, but I had examinations upcoming. I spent that day's classroom hours, however, remembering the "Ohhh, Naeem!" *** Auntie presented Uncle with girl baby Seetha precisely 262 days after that morning of my manhood. I counted them in my diary. Human gestation requires approximately 260 days. I researched that at an internet cafe. Maybe Seetha is other than my cousin, but as Auntie said of her best white bra, "It's our secret." We're all one family, though not all of us (especially Uncle) know to what degree. I didn't do that well on my completion examinations, but Uncle's connection to the Ministry of Finance assured my admission to university. And yes, my story does mention my younger aunt, virgin at the time. There's a second chapter to be told, but you'll have to request this story's second author about it, since I am now owning a software startup in Mumbai. We process your phone bills if you live in certain of the United States. Our commercial future, however, is much more in China. Unfortunately I do not know the language, but money talks. The sun rises in the east. THE END The following chapter's posted as "My American Bra." Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an early version. You can contact me via the site's message form. Holly

WRITERS' FORUM by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES This is a re-write of one of my first efforts. Back then I thought it marvelous to knit improbabilities into spectrums of predilection. But of course it hardly worked, except maybe for readers with checklists. In my re-write, the stretch is a tad more bounded and takes just half the words. And my oh my! That earlier version reads as if I combed through 300 supposedly-erotic stories for sticky-wet adjectives to string together. I apologize to any of you who tried to read it. Let's hope I've learned something. WRITERS' FORUM Public school teaching, some might say, is in itself an unreasonable expectation. That's self-defeatism, of course. We can indeed teach. At Truman High School, many of us do it quite well, thank you. I'm Nora Vanderpool, Language Arts faculty, and my first year at THS, I'm pleased to report, is working out for me. How things go once you're in the door (as opposed to looking in from the hallway) determines success. I didn't bolt after my first day when the kids couldn't even hear me tap my desk. Tap quieter, advised the teachers who've been around. I've found it works. THS principal Parker Johnston is a solid educator -- hardworking, a bit square about budgets, flexible enough to match our abilities to the pedagogical needs, at ease with students. Sometimes he'll eat in the cafeteria, not in the faculty lounge, even. I decorate my classroom with travel posters, quotations (half by women) and baby pictures of such famous Americans as astronaut John Glen and Senator Margaret Chase Smith. I've a say in what the library acquires. The District-approved list doesn't include Ferlinghetti, but he's still a significant poet. I'll grant that some teaching expectations, while not unreasonable, are a bother. I didn't get my education degree to earn my rotation as hall monitor, for example. Bit I do it. Spring Semester expectation. Mr. Johnston wants THS to be more than classrooms. Every faculty member gets to lead an extracurricular activity -- lucky us! PE teachers are automatic coaches; it's all they know how to do, anyway. "Take ten laps, Sports Club." The Music Club kids take private lessons and the advisor schedules a recital. For us English teachers, however, our extracurricular is usually something like the Distribution Arts Club. We get to sell popcorn at football games. The dregs of possibilities lie before me. Pep Club? I couldn't care less about sports yells. I may teach English, but I'm no sucker. Let's make it something worth doing. Such as writing. *** My Writers' Club idea blindsides Mr. Johnston. Writing won't be anything kids would want to do, he deems, because they already take English. Mr. Johnston, you see, has his Masters in Ed Admin. Writing uses language; it isn't English, I explain. The challenge, of course, is recruitment. You can't have a club with just an advisor. But enrollment doesn't prove to be formidable. There are kids who aren't particularly athletic, who don't have some prodigious performance skill, who don't want a "distribution" job skill, and who, once they see it might even be fun, are perfectly willing to use a pencil. (Pens for final proofed submissions only, my practice.) An announcement in my classes, a sign on the hall board, and Writers' Club is born. What I should have anticipated, had I thought of myself, is how school divides by gender. Girls do this; boys do that. When I was 13, I wanted to play the trombone. I signed up for the clarinet, though, because, "What girl would play the trombone?" My switch was wise, but my reason was wrong. A trombone weighs a ton and gets spitty. So our first Writers' Club meeting sees one female advisor and eight female recruits. The boys are probably in Rocket Club learning countdowns. They'll graph fuel/distance ratios or something. The Space Race is their ticket. Science needs new microscopes? Presto! District provides. An unabridged dictionary for me? Maybe after June 30 if there are unspent funds in Line Item 32p. The all-girl aspect of Writers' Club isn't bad. Established and novice alike, we learn through community. We all know parts, but not the same parts, just like Band. Everyone knows that girls are better than boys at community. Boys spend too much time pushing each other. A Writers' Club sits in a circle, not parked in rows. This is a club, right? My introductory words are along these lines. We'll be working together. We'll have differing opinions and be better for the discourse. Discovering who we are is what we're about. Let's take a few minutes to mention writings we've enjoyed. If we don't read, we'll not do well at writing. I start off with a few comments about Jane Austen. As none of the girls recognize the name, I make a mental note to look at "The Three Sisters" down the road. Not all reading's easy, but then what good thing ever is? We work our way around the circle. Jane, somewhat petit for grade 12, loves Agatha Christie. Why? Because the characters are such characters, even if you don't understand all the English stuff. The girl's right, I reflect. I don't get into the difference between English and British. Nan likes Dr. Zhivago. Other heads nod, probably more indicative of movie watching than reading, but it's a link. Nan's also a 12th-grader, but her self-assurance makes her seem older. Sylvia turns out to be a fan of Jean Stiler, an author new to me, but apparently big in mystery paperbacks. Sylvia likes how the main characters deal with life. Sylvia, our third senior, is on the big-boned side. She has the thickest braids I've ever seen. Rosemary's favorite is the autobiography of Helen Keller. I'm impressed, as Helen Keller didn't write down for children. Rosemary's tall, quiet and thoughtful. Already having her in 11th-grade English, I'm pleased she's chosen my club. Susan, a blonde junior, loves Madeleine L'Engle. We all know "A Wrinkle in Time", but Susan can rattle off another five. Susan's blouse is the type that falls outward at the neckline. She throws her arm a little higher than necessary to push back her hair. Sandra's finishing a library book about Amelia Earhart and hopes to do something likewise adventurous. Amelia might actually still be alive, she thinks. Sandra's a sophomore. Her braces make her grin really grin. Heather, the other sophomore, says that Wilma Rudolph was the 20th of 22 children and won three Olympic golds. Heather's a cute cookie with short hair and big eyes. Her banter suggests a quick mind. "Wilma had to race to get a place at the breakfast table." Debbie, grade 11, turns beet-red admitting that she loves every kind of romance. The others giggle and then, as one, spontaneously applaud. Debbie thinks they're poking fun, but when she realizes that they know exactly what she's talking about, jumps up and dances around like a pixie. It must be her pixie haircut and pubescence, since I've seen no accounts of pixie dancing. We're in an uproar! This might be an okay club. We wrap it up with a few organizational details. We'll need refreshments. A signup sheet solves that. We'll think till next week about what we might actually do. Book reviews? Take turns reading excerpts we write? Whatever we decide, I'll do, too. As it should be. I do have one idea. "Writers' Club" doesn't say much. But "Forum" means we're writers, serious about it. From what we've said, we like things by and about girls, right? So that's where we could focus. It's not that we don't appreciate the other side, of course, but we can't cover it all. We all laugh, decision unanimous, and not because I'm the teacher. "Next week everybody come with an idea." *** None of the girls have given thought to how we might run Forum, but as Heather's brought cupcakes, we can munch while we think. Nobody wants a reading list. More to their liking is writing little things and see how they come out. I like the do-it-myself approach, too, though I'd not vote against the reading. I say that I might chime in now and then about a point of style or vocabulary. "But I'll live with creative grammar if you've got content. Just no 'it's' for 'its'. Deal?" "Deal," in chorus, even if half of them don't know the difference. I'll give them my little sheet of 28 common writing mistakes, the error embedded in the rule. Here's one: "A list should be parallel in structure, balanced in length, sequential in logic and informing regarding its content." Would they get it, I wonder? "And rewriting's how prose gets better," I remind them. We'll go slowly, I tell myself. "Now there's one thing that we should promise each other, ladies." I should call them ladies, not girls. "It's this. A writer writes from her heart," pressing my hand to mine. "We're working with drafts, if you get my point. So here's the deal. What's said in Forum stays in Forum. It's professionalism. We're writers." Some say that I get passionate about this stuff. I look around. Nan looks around too. "Hey girls, this is serious. Are we in on this? Stuff stays in Forum. I am." "Me too." "Absolutely," and around the circle. "And she'll be cool, too, about us," rules Nan, looking straight my way. Of course. Enough preamble. "Okay. Can I suggest two things for today, since we ought to do more than eat Heather's cupcakes? I love these sprinkles. First, down to the library and everybody choose something. Don't worry about how long it is." We do that much. "Now mix them up so you don't get yours. Your job is to read just one page in the middle, just one. Next week tell us how it caught you. If you want to read the whole book, fine, but just tell us how that middle page came across. Word choice, construction, whatever happens on that page. We're talking about words, not story. Make sense?" It apparently does. At our next Forum (M&M's for nourishment), we give our middle-page analyses. A few girls found sentences that have oomph because the writer doesn't employ a catchall verb or generic adjective. *** Our first writing (not "homework") is three or four lines about waking up. Most girls catch the spirit. We're groggy, toes still in the dream world, weaving disjointed thoughts in semi-consciousness, perhaps irritated at a sibling banging around. Debbie even works in a little humor: The TV-show buzzer signals that she's won the grand prize! Then her eyes opens and it's her stupid alarm clock. Within a couple of weeks we're making criticisms that come across in good spirit. Avoid using that verb twice, for example. Look for evocative verbs. "'When the sun rose next morning.' Other verb possibilities, girls?" "It went up," offers Heather. "What about 'ascend'?" I guide. "Jesus ascended because it was a big thing, but the sun just rises." I like a girl who defends herself. *** By week three or four, we're looking forward to each other's contributions. Me, probably most of all. *** It's April when the girls ask if we can write little imaginary stories about growing up, "You know, girl stuff." "Of course." "Like making out," clarifies Nan. "Well, sure," I allow. It's good to share with friends. I myself don't write about things that personal because maybe I don't have much to write. Expression's what Writer's Forum's about, I encourage. Anything's fair game for fiction. *** My girls love the subject of sex. It's perfectly normal for teenagers to think about it, of course, and from my perspective, a staple of literature. Sylvia has a paperback about "first loves"; that's what she calls it anyway. It's something I'd not have chosen for the library, but it's not badly written. Someone has "Sexual Behavior in the Human Female" which I find a little far-fetched, but the girls don't. Not really literature, of course, but a good example of scientific writing. Sandra, Heather and Debbie "date around". I guess that they don't care if I guess what that really means, but how could I not when they mention rhythm method vs. condoms. At least they're being careful. Maybe they see me blush. "You're one of us, remember?" Jane reminds. "Nobody has to talk," Rosemary answers for me. "Anyway, making love's a pretty broad topic." *** Here's some of their work written in May. The topic is "First Encounters". Nan Her tale hints of a dark story from the boy's perspective, a writing challenge for a girl. They were home alone. He wondered why she'd barged in and evicted him from the tub. Come here, she ordered. He reached for the towel and didn't understand why she kept it. He was the wet one. She put her right hand on his shoulder, pressing him against the wall. He didn't know why she was drying him. She dabbed, letting the back of her hand bounce him. She gave him a little push, then another, right where she shouldn't. She was older and he couldn't stop her. She cradled him in her hand, just like he did in the tub. As in the soapsuds, he watched himself grow. He liked the way she touched him, he decided. He was like guys her age, she said, pushing and pulling all the time. She made him follow her to her room. She let him wrap the towel around himself in the hall. Get on your back, she said. He wasn't sure why she undressed too. He hadn't known about her hair. It might be awhile till they got good, his sister said, but he'd learn. Why was she getting above him? Nan is red. I'm spellbound. The rest of Writers' Forum seems less impressed. *** Jane Here's what she does with a 200-word limit: It's hard, running spot for the talent show, but April kept the Steve McKay's magic act properly framed. April could tell that his box had a fake bottom. Robin's light-booth job was easier, just keeping an eye on the fixed equipment. As April swung to follow Steve strolling stage-right, she felt Robin touch her back. She didn't have time to ask why. Then the bottom of her sweater. She kept Steve centered. Then up her backbone. Don't, she thought. Fingers worked her snap until it parted. Please don't. Robin's hand climbed her shoulder to push the bra strap sideways. April stayed with Steve's stage left. Robin pushed the strap down to the elbow and tugged April's arm. April had to release the spotlight handle and do the aiming with her other hand while her freed wrist was drawn up her sleeve until the loose strap could be worked around. That completed, April switched arms. Again strap over shoulder, pushed to the elbow, hand pulled back until the strap passed. Freed again to broad-spot Steve's final bow. Robin gave April's bra back a few days later. "Super story," I judge, trying to be non-judgmental. "Him doing something to her she does every day, taking off her bra." A few girls exchange glances and then agree it's a good story. Forum breaks up when Heather stone-faces, "Gee, we thought Drama got a new vibrating light, but couldn't understand why it stayed where Steve McKay had been a minute and a half after he left." *** Sylvia Sylvia has her friend Scott. Here are excerpts from Sylvia's "Mandy's Diary". At the Dairy Queen, we each knew the other didn't really want to be running around in a group. You can't really talk. It was funny how we liked the same records, but there was more to it. I began to like his records even before he played them. I wanted to wait. I'm glad he didn't ask, because then I'd have to decide. Finally he just pecked me, right there on the sidewalk. I'd choose outfits that came loose in the middle. Sometimes while I was choosing, I'd pretend that my hand was his. He'd never had sex, not like me when I was little. We talked about being in love, sharing everything. We just never said we were talking about going to bed. He made his room wonderful. Flowers from the garden. A Four Freshmen long-play. I told him he better mess things up before his parents got home so they wouldn't be suspicious. I didn't show him how so he'd find the way naturally. How am I to know how autobiographical this is? From their comments on the story, however, the others presume I know that Sylvia and Scott sleep together. He must be a nice boy, I decide, because she's a nice girl. *** Debbie Debbie likes to push the rules. "Miss Vanderpool? Can I use the 'F' word?" "It's in the dictionary, but it's usually not the best choice." "So no?" "Let's just say that characters who say it wouldn't be very educated. If you want them that way, use their voice." The 5/6 template: give all but one of who, what, why, where, when and how. The reader supplies the missing. Debbie's 5/6 outline: What: Making love. Where: In her uncle's office. When: After school. She's supposed to study till Mom picks her up. Why: They started off joking about make-up homework when she said "make-up" like "make-out". He found where she was ticklish. He said she was very mature." How: Wonderfully. Who: Reader's choice. The girls say the character should go with someone her own age. Debbie says that's in the next chapter, then to no one in particular, "You're probably right." *** Susan Write the same thing in each person. Susan's piece is about a girl in the registration line. Third Person. When Jennie turned to let another student pass, her front brushed Kim. She started to step back, but didn't. Neither did Kim. Second Person. You were just waiting behind Kim to turn in your registration. It was just an accident, the bump. But neither of you moved away. First Person. I hardly realized that Kim was right there, so when the kid pushed past, I ran into Kim's elbow. I knew I felt soft, really soft. Susan blushes, but her voice doesn't falter. I take over. "All three persons. Which works?" Sandra ventures, "I like 'I' and 'you' best. 'She' seems kind of distant." Rosemary concurs, "It's always better to put the reader in the story, like Miss Vanderpool says." "So finish the story," challenges Nan. "Jennie and Kim signed up for all the same classes," ad-libs the budding author. My heavens! It's one thing to craft a line. But on the fly! *** Sandra Sandra tends toward pieces about casual intimacy. "It's a camp story I'm gonna call 'Woodchuck Cabin's Sneak-Out'. Opening line: Whispers, snaps, zippers. Muted cries of exhortation, exertion and ecstasy mingle by the lake. Sally looked at the stars." She pauses, then flashes her braces. "See how I got three 'ex' words there. The Thesaurus." "How about exaggeration?" from the back. "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a..." from another side. "Sandra, you're just in 10th." The way they rag her, she knows they love every word. "Strong start," I rule. "Just kill the 'stars' bit." "Girl Scout camp, she forgot to say," some wag adds. Sandra laughs orthodontic silver. *** Heather Heather's a giggler who still talks about "playing" with her friends. This paragraph, however, isn't for giggles. She still hardly knew him. They'd been chatting about their schools, how unreasonable teachers are. Suddenly she was on the floor, him pinning her beneath, jerking at her sweater." Heather flushes and sits down. Story over. "You can't stop there!" from the others. "Sure she can," I decide. Afterwards, Heather scribbles on her draft until the others leave. "Heather." "Yeah?" "Your paragraph..." "He's okay." A guy who forced her? What should I do? Maybe I'm just a teacher, but... "I can..." I try. "Just a bad way to lose it, though," she makes it matter of fact. "It's better to have told about it, right?" "We're your friends here." "That's why I come. Thanks." Writing's scary sometimes. I'm scared sometimes, too. *** Rosemary Rosemary's piece is an example of short phrases fired for rapid action. Little Helpings. How you'll leave the milk crate below your window. How you'll clear your collections from the sill. How you'll pretend to be asleep when I climb in. How you'll have fluffed an extra pillow. How you'll pull the blanket over our heads. How you'll tell me to hush. How I won't. How you'll help me crawl out the window. Rosemary's perhaps 5-feet-7, wears her brunette hair in a flip. When they're taller than you, they seem your age. I picture the liaison, Rosemary stealing to her boyfriend's room. She never says it's she, of course, but how could she otherwise write that? On the way out, I catch her eye. "That was pure poetry, Rosemary." She smiles. Maybe we think more about poets. I know what perfume she likes (April Dawn). Once at my desk, she'd put her hand on the back of my neck while I explained an assignment. One day she'd stayed after school to help me paint. District does one color. If you want contrasting trim, they provide the brush. To not get paint on her cardigan, she'd changed into a tee-shirt by the bookshelf away from the door. She was wearing a butterfly bra with crisscrossed front. There was the time when the class pressed in to hear my Victrola. Yes, I said Victrola, that old fashioned record player the little dog listens to. Rosemary was leaning over my shoulder. There was the time my arm touched her when she was helping me staple reading lists. She didn't feel my arm and didn't move away. On Valentine's Day she gave me a pink heart-shaped cookie, "love, Rosemary". Lots of kids give you little things, so it meant nothing. She sat beside me to show how she'd calligraphed the frosting. I thought of giving her a tiny bottle of April Dawn in return, but a teacher can't single out students. Sometimes when I wake up I wonder what Rosemary will wear that day. *** The girls want my story, maybe something fictional set when I was about their age. I think a long time and come up with "Girls State". The two hid out in Sue Lynn's dorm room to avoid General Assembly. Most of the delegates to Girls State seemed stuck-up to Annette, maybe because they were from bigger high schools. Sue Lynn was friendly. When Sue Lynn suggested the two hide out that afternoon, Annette was game. Nobody would miss her. Sue Lynn locked the door so the counselors wouldn't find them and stretched out on her bed to talk. Annette flopped beside her, finding Sue Lynn's arm a ready pillow. Annette was surprised when her new friend kissed her, but it felt like what a friend might do. When Sue Lynn advanced her tongue, Annette pulled back, but Sue Lynn pursued and Annette liked it. Sue Lynn grinned when Annette tried it back. 'You ever kissed a girl before?' 'Just my cousins,' acknowledged Annette. Annette started when Sue Lynn pushed up her jersey, but it was too late to say, no. Only when Sue Lynn slipped down her hand did Annette become frightened. Already too scared to struggle, she shut her eyes. Afterwards, they lay side-by-side until they heard other girls in the hall. Annette promised to write, but never did. Forum is quiet for a moment. "It's okay for girls to kiss, Miss Vanderpool." "Maybe," I concede. Rosemary stays after school the next day to help me re-shelf books. When I go up the step-stool, Rosemary steadies me from behind. I can smell her April Dawn. She takes my hand to help me descend. "Miss Vanderpool?" "Yes?" "Annette should have written." With that, she goes to clear a lower bookshelf. *** "You okay with all this?" asks Heather after a particularly-direct discussion of what some boys think a prom date means. "Maybe you see it different because you're older." I hesitate. "I guess I'm older, but that doesn't mean I know that much. Maybe it's more common now, or something." My look must have told them the rest. Sandra's the first to speak up. "Well I'm pretty much a virgin too." She wants to stand with me even more than to be like her older friends. Bless her. "The V word's okay?" asks Debbie to break the ice and we laugh together. But I don't want them gushing this stuff. "Well, that's just how it's worked out." Sylvia thinks a moment. "Doesn't matter, Miss Vanderpool. You can finish your story lots of ways." *** Not having had sex isn't necessarily a liability. That these girls are experienced isn't about me, anyway. I was brought up when you save yourself till marriage. If you don't respect your body, you can't respect yourself. In college, we knew whom. Some girls let their boyfriends dry hump, as they called it. Some girls would even touch his penis. It was understandable, even, why some girls went all the way. They were engaged. Me, I knew where I stood. Goodnight kiss. Robert, for example, would take me to plays. We liked the newer playwrights. When you dress up and enter the theater, you clutch your guy's arm for everybody to see. Afterwards we'd eat Italian and Robert would walk me to my dorm. Robert was far too opinionated about things he knew little about (e.g., Rodgers and Hammerstein) and too much the authority on things in which I had no interest (e.g., bebop). I wasn't about to spend myself for less than the guy that I'd be with forever. But it was nice going to the play. *** It's Debbie who moves us into a more serious verb form -- future tense. She'd been at a party where there was booze. What started out as arm wrestling ended up as intercourse with someone she didn't even know. She wasn't even sure if other kids didn't watch. "And they want me to come to a party this weekend," Debbie looks ashen, "to be the dancer," beginning to tear. I've misjudged her, I realize, in thinking she takes sex as a lark. Maybe Rosemary realizes she's been harsh, too, because she takes Debbie's hand. "Debbie, you tell them that I'd already invited you to my birthday party. It'll be just a tiny party because it's a bit before the actual date, but we'll have fun." "Hon, we all end up doing wrong stuff sometimes," I add from my chair. "I know, I've..." The class looks at me. "Miss Vanderpool." It's Nan. "You remember about stuff staying in the Forum?" Of course. "Well it does." I'm not sure what she's talking about. "About you and your friend, you know," she clarifies. My friend? "It's okay. We promise." It's Nan again. She rises, then sits back down. "It's like some of us just know. You were telling us you're a virgin because you're our teacher." I feel blank -- perfectly blank for the moment. "We don't care," suggests Jane. "If you love him," Sylvia qualifies. "So," declares Nan, "sleeping with Mr. J stays here. Don't worry." Sleeping? My boss? My God, no! "It's cool," justifies Jane. "You're both grownups," adds Debbie. Everyone's silent. "I've never even..." Writers' Forum is silent, weighing my denial. Finally, "I believe her," from Rosemary. "So do I," from another side. I sniffle. "Thanks, girls. I'm just...." "Well I'm sorry for Mr. J," interrupts Heather. "Think about him, seeing you everyday, so pretty and everything. I'll bet he..." And then, just as abruptly, laughter as Nan hits Heather with her Life Magazine. More laughter, even me this time. I look around the circle. "You see," I see a way to end this, "I don't go to camp, I'd trip on the milk crate, I don't do stage lights, I'd mess it up standing in line, and I forget the rest." We laugh and laugh, the better way to talk serious stuff. Nan reminds us, "There's kyping Mr. J's bath towel." Heather's drama voice, "We could purloin him. Oh girls, pray don't bid me so gently to deflower this damsel." Lord! She keeps going' "Oh, but you deny me choice! I must, you demand, love her as I have never loved before!" Where does she pick up such Elizabethan? Certainly not from a THS text. There's nothing like laughter. "If we didn't have harmartias," I tell them, "We'd be the Selling Popcorn Club. Who knows what 'hamartia' means?" "Hamartia: fatal flaw. H-A-M-A-R-T-I-A," sings pixie Debbie. *** It really doesn't matter that the girls know about my non-start love life. Such things never stay hidden. I knew of Parker Johnston's erstwhile career as a reporter before figuring it's easier to teach than to do (thank you, George Bernard Shaw). The rest of us took it where it needed to go -- it's easier to principal than to teach. He tried to tell us about the heavy burden of budgeting. So Parker knew something of writing. More power to him. I'd been revising curriculum guidelines. With six lesson plans due daily, progress is slow. Free verse? Memorization? Thornton Wilder? Should vocabulary be topical or root words? But you can't Pink Pearl your mind. I was lonely. A principal's door is always open, Parker's motto. If my top button was undone when I delivered Language Arts Goals (Draft 3, Not for Distribution), so what? It was after school. "For example, don't split the grade-level assessment," I advised, bent forward to underline something. "They'll agree with this," pointing to a random item and dropping my shoulder, "but does it fit with the Strategic Plan?" I held my posture while Parker's glance wavered between the draft and me. It felt mischievous. Rose in the front office hadn't a clue, which made it almost adventurous. I was hauling a Victrola to my classroom when the touch occurred. This yard sale bargain would make my classroom one-of-a-kind. A stack of thick black plastic disks came with my purchase, so I figured we might see how lyrical wordings change. The boys would love the old gadget. Parker was coming down the stairs as I was going up, embracing my contraption. "Here; I'll help." I knew my purchase was awkward, more so than did he. He lifted the wooden base before realizing that the top was affixed by balance. Preserving the latter required our mutual coordination, me not dropping my acquisition before he'd assumed the weight. For just a moment, the back of his hand jammed my brassiere. At first he may have not have distinguished between me and machine. But my breast rode with him as he lifted and then slid down his knuckles. Parker froze, ears pinkened. "Oh, Jeez, I'm sorry." "It's nothing," I awkwardly replied, hurrying to reclaim the teetering records. To fill the pause I added, "Accident." He followed me to my classroom, bearing the Victrola like a baby. I showed him where to set it, chatting to ease the lingering embarrassment. "You never know when you'll save a Victrola, do you?" Afterwards I felt shaky. *** After the next faculty meeting, Parker caught my eye. I busied myself for the few minutes it took to clear the room. "Nora," directly, "Maybe we need to decide what's going on. Can we meet somewhere?" He blushed. "I mean not at school." But I had friends who'd screwed up their careers, literally. District takes a dim view of administrator/teacher relationships, especially if he's married. We met at Allmont Park, sat in my Rambler and I'd explained how friendship can get misconstrued. As he didn't dispute it, maybe he'd arrived at the same conclusion. I suppose some kid was at the park. "Did you hear that Mr. Johnston laid Miss Vanderpool?" Writers' Forum must think they have a more interesting advisor that the one in my chair. "Trust me girls, there's nothing going to happen." They understand. *** Clubs have an awards ceremony, a party, a field trip, something at year's end. I suggest going to a professional drama. Heather has another idea. "We deserve a ceremony for literary improvement." Everyone laughs. "We'll dress up and everything." We'll use the auditorium because readings are better from a stage. Moms and Dads will have their "And they did all of this in their club!" sorts of affirmations. "Can we invite Mr. J?" Eyes my way. They know we're not together. "It's up to you ladies." Actually, I'd like Parker to see that writing works for high school students. Nan gets the principal scheduled. Each girl will read a half-page. I'll critique (complimentary, unspoken guarantee). When I remind them that our guest of honor, the principal, is a journalist, they suggest that he make remarks as well. Their drafts tend to be lengthy. "But this part is where I alliterate." We prune and prune. The parents will want front seats for photography. The two "critics" will sit in the back so the readers will remember to project. We'll use Debbie's yard for our "Authors' Reception". After the adults leave, the girls will have a sleepover, what girls always do. "Miss Vanderpool, why don't you sleepover, too?" "Me? Oh no, it would ruin it having a teacher there." "No way! You're a member. You think we just talk about Barbies?" challenges Debbie. "You'll love my room." Rosemary weighs in. "You'll have fun. We tell stories and everything." "Well, it's been years," I admit. "We do it all the time and wear our funnest pajamas," urges Sylvia. "I've got a Dumbo pair!" "Are you sure?" I hope my Sears nightgown will do. It's all I have. The Awards Ceremony is splendid. We wear nice dresses. Rosemary, in off-white with string straps, is stunningly cute. When she assists with my scarf, my nipples mark my blouse as would two buttons under a bed-sheet. "I'm nervous about my reading, too," in fear she's noticed. Party pretty Rosemary throws her arms around me in teen exuberance. "We'll do great," her hard breasts riding over my softer ones as she imparts a lipstick kiss before skipping off to arrange the podium. *** I'm proud. We began with eight members and were still eight. Pep Club started with about 40 and is now down to the six cheerleaders. Parker and I sit in Row M, clipboards ready. Sylvia's Scott spotlights the reader, leaving things dim in the auditorium. Parker's knee bumps mine when he sits down, but it's an accident. They've decorated Debbie's yard with crepe paper, balloons and pictures from a sacrificed deck of Authors. The cake's a "book", each layer a different "chapter". Sandra's pizza squares are as taught in Home Ec., mathematical and not too spicy. The girls promptly abandon their heels. Parker, in the role he does well, chats with the moms about writing. Secretaries will always be in demand. Thirty-three years for Rose. She holds the place together, he acknowledges. Parker and the dads analyze the pennant race. Does Sandy Koufax still have it in him? Barefoot Rosemary hugs me from behind. "How'd I do?" but mixes back into the others before I can answer. *** As I'm inserting my second pizza square ("Do have another") into the hedge, Jane materializes beside me. "Miss Vanderpool, just follow me like we're going for Cokes or something." I've no idea of what this is about as we circumnavigate the parents. She steers me around the house to where I'd parked my car. "Get in. We'll keep people away. Don't worry." Nan darts off. What? I comply and look back toward the house where Jane is pointing Parker my way. "Won't start?" as he approaches. "Let me give it a try." Oh God! It's as clear as can be. They're trying to get Parker and me together. They staged it, starting from having us critique together! An end-of-year prank. "I think it's their idea of a joke or something," I venture. "Your car's okay?" He seems truly perplexed. "I think they want to us to get, you know..." I admit. "They're probably watching." Parker thinks a minute. "Hey, Nora. They're just kids." Then he grins. "Damn! You've got one spunky club! You're some teacher!" I manage a smile. "You're not mad?" "At who? Night, Nora." "Whom. Night, Parker." *** Back in Debbie's house, I face my girls, lashing out before apologies can be offered. "What must he think?" Nobody wants to respond. It's Susan who admits that they hadn't realized it would be so complicated. It works for kids their age. "Miss Vanderpool, we thought you wanted to. He's a nice man." I start to cry. "We're sorry. You can sit down." Someone helps me. "You were just scared because you knew we were spying," suggests Heather. "I shouldn't be?" "Sure you should," she agrees. "We thought the auditorium might help. We made it dark back there," Sylvia volunteers. I allow a little admission, "He bumped my leg." An exaggeration, I suppose, but they'd appreciate it. A few laugh, but others remain concerned about the failure. "So, Miss Vanderpool, we're still a club?" "His hand ascended like floodwater." I wane a smile, recalling an insipid line from someone's early Forum fiction. "As she whirl-pooled into love," remembers the author, Sandra, clutching her heart and trying swoon. We all laugh. "And you'll still stay for our overnight? We want you to." "Sure girls." They obviously think of me as one of them. Friends are worth a lot, even if they're your silly students. *** In Debbie's room we turn to matters more practical. Debbie asks. "Want my bed? It's softer than the floor." "Rather be like you girls," I decide. I don't want to be teacher. "Thanks, though." "Okay, then," turning toward Heather. "Come on, sweet pie. We got some bouncing to do!" she giggles and uses two hands to pull her friend onto the mattress. The rest of us arrange ourselves like the spokes of a wheel. "Better for stories." That's how we did it in my day too, I note. Rosemary pats the spot beside her. "Your place." *** "If you want to go to the bathroom to change, you can, since you're a teacher, but we just do it together usually, especially if we're dressed up," Nan lets me know. Not that I'm immodest, but leaving to undress does seem a bit prudish. My neighbor Rosemary helps with the small buttons at my collar and I assist with the back buttons of her dress. The girls shed their bras casually. Their panties are of various pastels. I always sleep in mine. Jane's completely naked before she even starts digging through her bag. I try not to look. Rosemary's wearing her thin-strapped bra, the lacy one. I'd hoped she might, not that it matters, of course, but because I wanted all the girls to feel pretty. When she undoes her hooks, back to me, then turns, her breasts are smaller than I'd imagined. No, I hadn't even imagined; I'd just made an automatic assumption about a girl bigger than me. Her nipples look like little jellybeans. She folds the garment carefully and lays it on her overnight bag. Her breasts remind me of opposing encampments in capture-the-flag, of summer evenings, how we'd stealthily approach the enemy base and then recklessly dash toward the banner. I undo my brassiere under my gown. *** Running down the hall to brush my teeth, I don't worry about Debbie's father. Moms lecture dads about sleepover protocol. In all my years of overnights, I never remember a dad in the hall. I do remember girls wearing their bras under their PJ's for breakfast, though, just in case. In my absence, Rosemary has donned Christmas red pajamas. Rosemary has me comb out her hair. Each tine of her brush is knobbed, good for the scalp. She leans back against me while I brush. "Know what?" she asks, rolling her head back enough to see my eyes. "What?" "I didn't think you'd take off with Mr. J." "No. It wouldn't be very smart." "Not that either." *** There's commotion at the window. "Yeah, I got one. See you later." Sylvia's climbing out, blanket in hand, braids swinging as she drops. Where's she going? "She'll be back," Rosemary promises. I must have looked confused. "The grassy place behind the swing because we don't want Scott in here." *** Several of the Forum busy themselves lighting candles. Debbie and Heather stop wrestling long enough to hit the light-switch. In the circles of candlelight, I can see the girls. Susan and Sandra are holding hands. Nan's perched on Jane's lap, an arm around her friend. Debbie's pinned Heather and is pretending to steal her top. Pretending? Girls! Story time almost seems like being a girl again, especially the incarnations of legend: the Valedictorian whose girdle splits when she eats one too many hors d'oeuvres at the Honors Banquet; the girl swimming nude and a beaver steals her clothes to build his dam. An upward flashlight makes the storyteller's face look spooky. Heather reports one I remember from a million years ago: "You enter a totally dark room and don't even know who the boy is. No jewelry or anything that might give you away. Hairnets so you don't know each other's haircut." Heather adds that it's better if you already know each other, just not exactly which person. Do kids these days really do that sort of stuff? Surely not! "Anybody ever goose Robert Keenly?" It doesn't seem to matter that I had the guy as a student. But more is happening than tall tales. I can hear the two on the bed snapping each other's panties. Our neighbor Sandra is pretending to pout, "Hey, they're all I got!" while Susan announces from the same shadow, "I'm School Nurse, so I'm checking out her flatness problem. So hold very still for your pelvic," in attempted authority. "As best I can, Ma'am," grandstands the patient. Nurse voice: "Or I'll have to take your temperature." Everybody breaks up. Me, too. It's a slumber party. I hear Nan say something sweet to Jane. Nubile bodies dart about, sharing goodnight embraces. Silhouettes seem to be one, then two, then one again, perhaps with a lithe arm or leg protruding in unexpected direction. A girl gasps until a hand muffles her, then giggles. The two on the bed are one above the other, but I can't tell which is which. I hear kissing. They know I'll not tell. Our Forum rule. I'd not tell, anyway. They're my friends. *** Part way through the rustlings, Rosemary scoots behind me and puts her hand on the back of my neck. "Getting relaxed helps you decide." Decide what? I'd made it perfectly clear about Parker. Rosemary kneads my shoulders. I like it. Her cheek touches my hair. "You can ask me anything. It's sleepover." Anything? A sleepover game? Okay. I get up my courage, "Rosemary?" whispered so others can't hear. "Ask me," whispered also. "Your poem about your boyfriend and the milk crate. Do you love him?" Rosemary thinks a moment. "Maybe we need to read it again." I'd read it a million times, even. "So I get to ask you something," her mouth beside my ear. "Sure." Rosemary reaches around to trace my collarbone. "That story about Girls State. When she went to bed with that other girl." "It's just where they were." "She had an orgasm," not as a question. Why is she telling me this? "Maybe." I feel her undoing the top button of my nightgown. "Rosemary...?" "That made her afraid," she finishes her thought. "So what?" It isn't any of her business, anyway. Should I move away? "She doesn't need to be," opening the second button. I feel the air on my throat. "It was just a story," raising my hand to still hers. "Okay." She lets go. I lean my head back onto her shoulder. "Rosemary...?" "It was good she told it, though," she pre-empts. I slip my hand under hers and undo the third button. She pauses a moment, then moves her hand back under mine. I breathe in and hold. Nobody can see us, I tell myself. Nobody outside, anyway. She slips her hand inside. In the flicker of candlelight I let her feel my heart. *** The candles poof away, leaving only the moonlight filtered through the curtain. "Nightie night, sweet peas!" announces Nan. "Night, Mommy," someone teases. "Can we kiss you goodnight, Miss Vanderpool?" somebody asks from across the circle. ""We all love you," from another. "Girls don't think there's only so much love." Shadows on my left and right. Someone bends in to kiss my cheek. Another kisses my forehead. Another arranges my gown, adjusting the hems this way and that. Fingers massage. Still Rosemary's? I don't know. The teacher isn't a teacher. "We'll take care of you," one of them promises. "You're one of us." They comb my hair. Writers' Forum begins my bridal preparation, for that's what it is. "Don't be scared. We're all here." "Here's your pillow." Hands lay me back on my sleeping bag. I feel the breeze as they remove my gown. How there could be a breeze in Debbie's room, I don't know. "You're beautiful, Miss Vanderpool." A last a lithe body, long-legged and naked, presses beside me and the others move back, all except one who keeps rubbing my foot. How little distinguishes a horizontal female in the darkness, but of course I know who is making love to me. Even without the waft of April Dawn or her jellybeans, I know from her touch. In a broader sense, though, it is all my girls. I'd feared another's possession, helplessly trembling again. What had happened at Girls State was to a Nora who didn't know how to say no. A Nora who was masturbated by a girl she hardly knew, not even a boy. A Nora who climaxed, hot and sweaty. I could say no again, but denial can't remain denied. Her lips are liquid. I remove my own panties, parting as she enters, withdraws and again enters. I'm trembling, but not a tremble of fright. I'm trembling my way out of a shroud and into the light. I hold Rosemary as tightly as if she were part of myself. My orgasm rolls from my groin up to my breasts, down to my knees, up to my face, down to my toes. I feel summer rain. I want Rosemary never to leave. The one who's again rubbing my foot never to leave. Them all never to leave. My girls say I moaned, but not loudly. They say I even laughed. *** Rosemary is curled about me like a book-cover, her breasts against my shoulders. "I'm still here, Nora." They've zipped our sleeping bags together, ensuring that Rosemary and I are cuddled before slipping back to their own. The window illuminates Jane bobbing above Nan. Rosemary leans to me. "We talked her out of fucking her brother." "Who?" "Remember Nan's story?" I do. Oh God! Thank God for friends. By their voices, Heather and Debbie are facing opposite ways. Someone whispers, "One a penny, two a penny," and others chorus, "Hot cross buns." Gales of laughter. Susan stage-whispers from across the room, "Hey, Jane up in the light booth! Why's that vibrating light still on us?" "Cause she's making a movie, dummy!" broadcasts Sandra. After pillows fly her way, Susan rules that she and Sandra get to make a feather bed. I can get mine back, though, "It being her first overnight," throwing one to Rosemary who tucks it under my head. I do to Rosemary what she'd done for me; it's all I know how. It will get even better, Rosemary promises afterwards, but that's not the real reason girls sleep together. *** Much later we hear a scrape at the window. "Sylvia?" "Give me a tug." With a little help, Sylvia scrambles in, braids undone. "You used one?" Nan questions. "Like you said, no little Scotties till we get married," Sylvia's confirmation. Sylvia just wants to sleep. Before she does, though, she comes over to Rosemary and me and kisses us both, putting my hand on her breast to bid goodnight. *** I'd climaxed that time at Girls State, but I'd not made love. But as I realize now, making love isn't just about climaxing. That morning we sleep in -- slumber party rule inviolate. The rule about trading panties is new to me. I'll do it this once, anyway, even if Rosemary has no hips. I'll get the Dairy Land man to give me a milk crate, even. But that would be stupid; I can just give Rosemary a key to my door. Going for breakfast, I notice that we've all put on bras under our PJ's. THE END *** Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an earlier version. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. Holly

FISHING FOR THE POCKET TROUT by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES A rewrite of my earlier SEVEN SEAS. Same plot. Same characters. Hopefully a better author. It's not against the rules to re-title an old tale, is it? I've tweaked this version by upping Sara's age a year, leading to your next reading assignment, the sequel SEVEN SEAS FOR FOUR. There will be a quiz. You may opt, however, to critique the work with a discussion partner and grade each other. FISHING FOR THE POCKET TROUT "Arctic Summer" was hardly exciting television, but Rob had enough theme park excitement for today. The TV was more just Mom's excuse to rest her feet after their non-stop foray through Seven Seas Adventureland. The distance from any actual salt water led Rob to question the name, but he'd allow that it was an Adventureland. Does the Arctic Ocean count as one of the Seven Seas? The North and South Atlantic, North and South Pacific and Indian Oceans still leave two to go. It's interesting about the narwhals, Rob notes, how their tusks gave rise to belief in unicorns. It's interesting how the female caribou shows the male she likes him, but then makes him chase her. There's a lot more than just ice up there. The family had rendezvoused at Pirate Trove Cafe for Buccaneer Burgers, the distinction being buns adorned with skull and crossbones. A real pirate eatery should serve rum or something, Rob judged, but the Pirate Trove menu only had Coca-Cola products and tall beverages about fruit. Who'd want flaked cinnamon in whipped orange juice? Not him, for sure. Sara and Dad wanted to stay for the Flagship Light Spectacular, but Mom was shot and Rob hadn't protested at heading back a bit early. He hadn't protested one bit, actually. They'd had a fun day, Rob and Mom together at Seven Seas, shrieking or laughing, depending on the ride. Submarine Escape had been a bit lame, as he could see the giant squid's pneumatic tether. Spytower Tree Fort involved precarious walkways from which no one could actually fall. It seemed unwise, however, to bounce at the halfway point. The two held hands in anticipation of each Tunnel of Mystery terror. Mom shrieked when the coffin squeaked open as their boat drifted into the deathly darkness. When he, himself was starting to wonder where's the electricity, a blast of chilly air made them jump enough to rock the boat. They laughed at the B movieness of it all. Rob wouldn't normally hold his mom's hand, of course, but here at Seven Seas, you don't know anybody and it's more fun to be scared with another person, even if she's just your mother. At the tunnel exit, Rob noticed her nipples. He'd of course seen the same around the house. Mom's were big; Sara's were hardly. Fifteen-year-old boys note such things, though they're more on the lookout for ones not in the family. He'd peeked down lots of necklines at school. The lab bench in science was the best place. The water fountain was the other. He'd strategically bumped girls in the hall; some would hold their books down by their sides to get you to. His buddies liked to talk big, but truth be told, none had done much more. Before today, though, he'd never seen Mom's where everybody else could, too. Dad might have had an opinion, but Dad was with Sara. Everybody seeing didn't bother Rob as long as nobody knew she was his mom. Actually, he sort of liked them public. It wasn't as if there weren't lots of others at Seven Seas, but it was nice how much he could see through her shirt. It wasn't a different bra, was it? Didn't seem to be. Maybe she just had it on tighter. Maybe Mom's aren't sexy, but they can be interesting. To Rob's surprise, she'd pulled him back to the queue. "That was really fun!" When you find a short line at Seven Seas, he agreed, go for it twice. The embarkation employee must have remembered them. "Another sail, landlubbers?" her college-girl enthusiasm apparently a Seven Seas job requirement. Rob couldn't see her nipples because of her sailor suit. Probably like Mom's, though, side-ways glancing Mom's way for confirmation. As the two again approached the coffin, Mom declared that here's where every girl gets a kiss, even if she's really old. Moms especially need a kiss in mysterious places, her ruling. "You're not that old," what he knew she was fishing for. Moms like to hear it. He'd kissed her plenty of times before; all boys kiss their moms. That's when he'd felt the breast against his arm. "Made my day, sailor guy," she laughed as they drifted onward into a dinosaur diorama. Made mine, too, thought Rob. In just a couple of minutes, he'd seen her nipples in public and gotten bumped on the boat. Not bad at all. After the Tunnel of Mystery, Mom seemed closer behind him in the lines. You can't avoid lines in an Adventureland. It wasn't exactly on purpose when he stuck his elbow back, but it wasn't exactly by accident, either. By the third time it was easy to anticipate where a quick brush would find her. Do it lightly so you don't have to excuse yourself. The lighter the better, actually. The accidental brushes became straight on when she took his elbow. Her nipple felt like a gumdrop, distinctive even under her bra. He liked the way she was shaped, just a little to the outside. He liked the way he could stay against her longer. When Mom turned to watch the Jolly Roger crew bear the brassbound chest, Rob could feel how the inside of her bra dipped to where the halves connect. He'd always thought you'd feel a girl by reaching down, but maybe what you do is enter from the middle. Rob imagined helping 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal' change light bulbs in the skulls. Maybe he'd just unhook her so it didn't matter which way he reached in. He got his arm all the way against Mom's far cup during the "Yo, ho, ho," and then all the way back over the near one during, "And a bottle of rum." He'd not have though she'd be interested in pirates, being born in Kansas. Maritime Missile promised to be an "Interstellar Voyage from Island Earth." Weak, Rob thought, for an ocean theme park. They kissed final farewells before boarding. She kind of likes kissing, Rob decided, prolonging it as best he could, as he was against both breasts. Harnessed side by side, their knees touched at launch. He'd not exactly thought of her breasts in terms of the rest of sex, she being his mother and everything, but it was sort of different with her knee against his. Boy, would he give himself a great one, once they got home and he was in his room! Maybe getting hard from Mom's knee was more about catching up from having felt her breasts, he wondered. What's sexy about a knee? As he couldn't both grasp the handhold and cover his lap, he only hoped she'd not open her eyes in flight. He was pretty sure she didn't. He'd summarize their star route if she asked, but maybe need to add some filler as he hadn't paid close attention. It's weird about your mom's knee, Rob wondered. She's just your mom. It's just a knee. How come you get hard? Her being Mom doesn't mean that it doesn't make you think about the rest of her body, he concluded. Knowing about her bra makes you wonder more about her body. They again kissed after regaining their terrestrial legs him careful to pull back his waist. It would be a give-away, crossing your hands below your belt, he recognized. Fortunately all she asked was why comets are so many colors? They're covered with ice, he thought, but maybe also something else. Then there was the Twister! Rob knew that twisters have little to do with oceans -- tornadoes occur inland -- but the ride was cyclonic. They should call it the Hurricane, he told Mom. Mom wanted to hug the pole, leaving him to wrap from behind, his arms under hers. Nobody was really going to fly away, thanks to the belt around the pair of them. 'Ahoy, I'm Todd' gave Rob a grin before he cinched. Rob hoped the whirl made Mom not realize how often the storm drove her against his wrists. It's one thing to brush a little as you stand in line. It's something else to be squishing. It's good she was just focused on survival. More than that, though, he hoped Mom couldn't feel his front side. As much as he'd like to feel up 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal,' he'd hardly want her feeling him back. He was pretty sure that Mom wouldn't notice, though, given the combination of the storm and her being a mom. There wasn't much he could do about how sometimes she'd bounce side to side and then change to up and down. On their way to meet Dad and Sara, they passed an organ grinder cranking NepTUNES. 'Ahoy, I'm Stephen' has a cush job, thought Rob; he'd not even have to know music. Rob thought Mom needed more room when her knee bumped his under the Pirate Trove table. When he shifted to give her some, though, her leg followed. It seemed rude to keep scooting, though, and it wasn't as if their knees hadn't touched on the spaceship. As there'd been no break in Mom's discussion with Dad about the evening's schedule -- if anything she started talking quicker -- maybe Dad's not supposed to know, Rob wondered? Her knee gave him a hard-on like on the missile, but at least now he had the table for cover. Dad's not knowing seemed strange at first, but today seemed different ever since the boat ride. Mom and Dad do all sorts of things together, go to plays and stuff, right? So maybe once in a while Mom likes being a little different. It's probably good for her, even, being more laid back. A vacation's a vacation, after all. Was Mom's blouse bunched to hide her nipples? Mom's parting instruction to Dad and Sara was for everybody to meet at the light show. "They say it's really spectacular." If they miss each other, just meet back at the hotel afterwards. The shuttle's every 30 minutes. "Plus we're doing the Looper again, right Dad?" Sara added. After Sara and Dad departed, Mom thought it might be fun to do the boat ride one last time. "The one with the casket," as if he didn't remember. Rob was pleased with her choice, triply pleased, actually. He'd maybe score another feel. Her suggesting meant she'd not caught on. And once Sara and Dad took off, Mom quit hiding her nipples. That was the best part, actually, that she didn't care if he saw. They're maybe some of the nicest ones at this place, he allowed, bumping her a little extra to make sure. 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal' remembered them. "Knew you'd be back, mates." Even through her sailor suit, Rob could see her nipples. Rob watched the couple in the boat ahead start making out even before leaving port. The girl must know that everybody could see her boyfriend's hand, but why should she care? Nobody knows anybody here. "This is where we kiss, right?" he reminded Mom as they approached the coffin. Mom seemed pleased he'd take the initiative. "Our last voyage, Mr. Sailor Man." He agreed. "On this boat," she clarified. The girl in the boat ahead was on her date's lap, straddling and facing back, actually. She wants me to watch, Rob realized when she caught his eye and grinned. Rob hoped Mom didn't notice the extra undulations. Rob kept Mom's kiss going so she wouldn't look forward, but also because reaching around so his arm draped her chest worked like a charm. If anything, the way she turned made her easier. He liked that maybe the boat behind thought Mom was his date. "We've seen most of the oceans, don't you think?" Mom reflected on debarkation, the constellations of overhead lighting illuminating her front. "The ones here, anyway." The driver of the hotel shuttle -- sort of a steamship on wheels-- was a black girl in an admiral's hat. Why do black girls wear white bras, Rob wondered? Mom's prompt doze on his shoulder allowed his arm's return to the pirate valley, his association, that is. Nothing obvious to the other riders, nothing that would wake her. He imagined himself and Mom as survivors cast upon a desert island. He'd find bananas and coconuts. Mom's clothes would be torn, but she'd have her bra, the kind that swoops to where the halves connect. Maybe he'd have to hold her from behind during a hurricane. There'd be a tropical moon and they'd sleep beneath the palm trees. They might be castaways for a long time. When Mom's hand fell against his pocket, Rob worried it might move toward his condition from too much imagination. And indeed, when the bus took a particularly sharp lurch, a pinkie rode against the edge of where he most didn't want it. What if she wakes up and sees where she is? Fortunately the next lurch moved her hand away. When the driver announced, "Shore leave," Mom yawned broadly. Rob liked how the driver called him, "Capitan," as they stepped off. Probably the same reason white girls wear black ones, he answered his original question. That was so close, where Mom's hand almost got! In the elevator he stood the way that worked so many times that day and by the second floor was riding over the summit and down the inner gradient. Mom's really tired, he figured. Do all girls' nipples get hard when they're sleepy? He wished their room was on the fifteenth floor, not the fifth. At their door, Rob worked the electronic key. Mom was never good with things mechanical. There's a little box inside the door, Rob pointed out, so it doesn't get lost. Mom thought that was a good idea. The two busied themselves unlacing shoes. Arches pay a price for adventure noted Mom in her mom way. In the shower, Rob once more navigated distant oceans. How would the suds roll down Mom if she asked him to wash her hair? That wouldn't be on the desert island, of course, but maybe when they were in port. He'd sure scored some good ones, but the elevator was maybe the best because of how many times he'd gone back and forth. There's something sweet about repetition. *** Rob's in his PJs watching Arctic Summer when Mom emerges from the bathroom, her nightgown the flannel one with the high neck, easy to pack. She's missed a button. "We saw it before, right?" she asks. "About penguins, right?" Rob clarifies that it's new one, this one about the Arctic, not the Antarctic. The polar ecosystem utilizes twenty-four hours of summer sun, the TV says. She'd not thought much about polar ecology before. It apparently involves plankton. It sure looks like the one about penguins, except for no penguins. "It's really icy both places," she agrees, leaning over her bed to rummage through the suitcase. She can feel his eyes drift from the TV. She's hardly surprised. Lots of girls show at a place like Seven Seas. Mothers too, at least those sans spouses for a few hours. "Now where's my paperback?" re-checking the little pockets around the side. It's true she'd been reading one back home, but it was exactly like Tom Clancy's others. She'd not minded Rob's attention in the park, so why change now? Until the others return, it's more like she and Rob are still in the park. "I'm pretty sure I brought it. It was just getting exciting. Oh, well." It isn't clear to her what happened in the cafe. Did her leg bump Rob's or did his bump hers? It doesn't really matter. The touching was arousing -- she wasn't quite sure if that's what she could call it, him being her boy -- but not as much as him not giving it away. If she called it, "interesting," would that be better? Anyway, what's the big deal about touching? They'd been doing it all day, same as everybody else at Seven Seas. It's not about who'd bumped first; it's that it kept happening. It got a bit dicey, though, that last trip through the tunnel. Not about Rob's design -- she'd expected it by then, kind of planned for it, actually -- but about the boat in front. Did the girl even have time to come? She'd prolonged the kiss so Rob wouldn't see. The last ride should be special, of course, but not because they were behind somebody else. The longer kiss worked out nicely for getting felt, actually. So what if the riders behind probably smiled at Rob's success? They wouldn't have known he was her boy. What's more erotic? Watching it in the boat ahead? Having the boat behind watch you, even if you're hardly doing anything? The second one, of course, though maybe some wouldn't agree. Did the guy in front even care if his girlfriend came? Probably not, but the parking lot's a million acres. They'd just find an empty corner and do it right before he drove her home. That's assuming they're locals, of course. Mom has pulled her shoulders back when they docked, if for no other reason than to show 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal' and the girl up front that she'd had a fun ride as well. 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal' gave a thumbs-up, ignoring the other triumphantly repositioning her bra. Is a thumbs-up what she gives mothers who bring their boys? Does she think we had sex, too? She called us, "mates," didn't she? The thought's unsettling, but Mom likes its girl-to-girlness. She'd raised her own thumb to say yes to something. There'd been the time in line when the mom with two kids watched Rob's technique. She knew she didn't have stand so close and probably guessed that Rob was her boy. She'd smiled. On the shuttle bus, Mom's thoughts were adrift -- the two of them on the transatlantic liner, only the sea surrounding. No one will know them at the Capitan's Masked Ball. She'll help Rob with his tie. After the tango, they'll stroll arm-in-arm under Virgo the virgin, her sign. In their stateroom, he'll undo her pearls. Had the driver seen her hand on his leg and known she wasn't really dozing? Maybe like 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal,' all the staff think everybody comes here for sex. That organ grinder -- probably a music major, given today's economy, she reckoned -- had been playing the theme from Love Boat, had he not? Of course we don't come for that, but then again, it's nice that maybe somebody thinks so. Do tourists ever make love on the shuttle bus? Nobody could see except maybe the driver with her mirror and she doesn't care. Her best ride was the elevator, Rob being so much more confident. That's so funny, paying to be on all those fancy ones and liking the hotel's most of all. Do tourists ever...? No, that's ridiculous. You'd never know when the elevator door might open. In the shower she'd wondered what she'd look like through the opaque glass. She'd almost called Rob to toss her more soap -- "Just look in the little basket." -- but she already had three bars. There'd be so many decisions. How far behind the glass should you stand? Too near and it's like it's not there. Too far and it's like it's not glass. How should you face? What if you opened the glass and had him do your back? Should you have him turn off the bathroom light? Yes. Where does your back stop? Such silly thoughts, these. Mom now closes the drapes to help the screen, she tells Rob, and engages the door lock. She knows that Rob sees how the missed button reveals a hint of inner bosom, but before he can look further she clicks off the light. "Reflection makes the TV hard to see," as if she's an eye doctor. Given the light around the drapes and glow from the screen, the room's hardly dark, but it seems more secluded. More like a stateroom. Their stateroom after the Capitan's Masked Ball. Noting how the TV's aimed more toward his side of the room, she stretches out beside him. Her powder flecks his bedcover, but she figures they wash everything after each check-out. They should, anyway, given the price. Maybe she shouldn't be on his bed, she worries, but families bunch up in hotel rooms, don't they? She's just on his bed, not in it and everybody knows the difference. It's not like they're going to spend the night together, though of course they technically are. Her nightgown's high-necked, not some summer thing, though maybe she should have, it being summer. It's fun to be like this, actually, an adventure in an Adventureland, right? She lies on her stomach. Would he rub her feet? Sure. Too quickly done, but it feels nice. Nobody can say she hadn't used them enough today. She watches something incomprehensible about blue ice. "How 'bout my legs a little," something more comprehensible. He lifts the hem above her calves, but she doubts enough to see her panties. If the mirrors were different, maybe she could tell. At least she doesn't have flabby legs. Daily walking pays off. She debates telling him higher, but chickens out. "Maybe I'll get one of those Coco Knights tomorrow, you think?" he interrupts her line of thought. "A what?" "You know, the drink with the sword struck in top." Probably more emulsifier than coconut, she guesses, but why not? We're at Seven Seas. She'll get the one squeezed from organic apples. Would he do her back, up by the shoulders? Sure. Mom knows he's pleased by the absence of bra strap. She's pleased herself. For a girl, getting your back rubbed without a bra is better than your front rubbed with one on. Either way can be stimulating, of course, but your back's never going to get sore. Not that she'd gotten sore today, of course. At lease he's got some finesse. She's pleased when Rob rounds the sides of her ribs, but doubts it means much. She'd let him massage where she's smushed out -- just the edge and it's through her gown, after all -- but doesn't tell him to. Even still, she finds it arousing. For her of course, but also for him as well. She pointedly watches the screen when he furtively bunches the bedcover over his lap. Age fifteen, she sympathizes, has its awkward moments. Several awkward moments today, the poor dear. Maybe he'd not gone much around her sides, but he'd been thinking about it. Rob's crossing his lap at the rocket splashdown aroused her more than knowing why. Rob's bunching the blanket is special the same way. She can't just say to do her butt. All you can do is fold your hands under your head and see, she guesses. Rob reaches up and parts her hair. "Have enough shampoo?" an unexpected inquiry the very moment she's thinking maybe he'll take the initiative, not be so fifteenish. She'd used most of the little bottle. "Barely. Why?" "I know where there's more." Oh, my! But anyway, almost asking doesn't count. After he's gotten her relaxed, "relaxed" being generic for imagining how bubbles might feel, Mom insists on doing him in return. That's what she tells him, anyway, "relaxed." He says he's fine, but agrees when her breasts sway. It's rather fun convincing him. The narrator speaks about icebergs as she does his shoulders. The two of them recall the Looper, how they almost fell out because it wasn't supposed to go so high. Mothers are big about safety. She'd gotten scared in the Twister, so it was good he was with her. Rob adds how much wilder it is with your eyes open. She doesn't add how he'd almost pulled her bra off or how she'd worked her butt against him. What would she say? "Got you back, buster?" "Tomorrow we'll try it again," she rules with a dramatic shiver of dread. "After all, I am from Kansas. We'll ask the guy to strap us tighter." Neither mentions the Tunnel of Mystery, but she knows he's remembering. The TV voice-over says, "Having no predators, polar bears do what they want when they want." Lucky them, Mom thinks. She goes to Rob's butt. Why not? A polar bear would. If she'd done Rob first, he'd have known you're supposed to. She notes with some accomplishment the way he's scrunching the mattress. It's not like it's her fault, though. She's just rubbing low on his back and he's thinking about whatever boys think about. There on the shuttle bus -- to her credit, right? -- she hadn't let her hand drift onto his fly, though the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she could have. The driver probably bet to herself that she'd do it, but then that's how they think here. "Fishing for the pocket trout", they used to call it. Do trout swim to the sea or is it the salmon? The type of fish doesn't matter, actually. Is it that strange to be pretend-fishing so close to home? Maybe now and then your body forgets you're just imagining, but your head knows it's not for real. At Rob's age, he's only beginning to feel the physical part, doesn't even know about the rest. Does he have pubic hair, though of course he must? She's only too aware, of course, he gets erections. Does he get them as often at school? What does he think about when he masturbates? Someday she'll find condoms in his pocket. He's just being responsible, she'll tell herself. Finish the laundry and return the items. What else can a mom do? Is Rob hugging the mattress because of the girls at Seven Seas? There were some cute ones. Is it from watching them doing it in the other boat? Maybe Rob's rubs and kisses, sweet though they were, weren't even about her. How would a mom even know? Some smart-ass will probably screw him in a place like the Tunnel of Mystery. "Okay, Kyra. I'll go talk to him and get him to ride. You take the one behind. Wanna bet he's a virgin? You get next dibs." That's the part that bothers her most -- some girl using him for practice. What does he even know? Does he remember those preschool years, bathing together? Her friend Ali walks naked in front of her kids, but that seems a little bold. She watches Arctic Summer seal pups attack a beached fish. How mother seal beckons with a slap of her flipper. "Is that a trout?" Rob says not, but as with many things, the species is hardly Mom's point. It's not that she needs the physical. Of course not. Henry's good at it, better than lots. Wives talk. After two nights with kids in their room, he'll want to fuck before they're unpacked. Maybe she'll get to choose how. Everything was so pretend today in the park, and anyway, everything was accidental. Accidental or at least sort of explainable. A mom's relationship with her boy is a subconscious interplay related to Freud or something. She took psychology and once knew. It's really quite normal, she's pretty sure, that it can make you feel tingly. Right off she'd loved the nursing part. At church, they'd pipe the service into the nursery. Once when Henry's brother Martin was mixing Sofia's bottle -- just the two adults and two infants in the nursery -- she'd pushed up both cups and they'd discussed baby clothes. Wear them six times and they're outgrown. Look all you want, Martin, we're in church. You think I pop both cups when I'm by myself? She hopes he at least remembers. Life would be easier if she could just say, "Fuck everything." Had she seduced Martin, nobody but Ali would have ever known. She'd have kept playing tennis with her sister-in-law, even. According to Ali, brothers-in-law are easy because nobody wonders why they're around. Maybe, "Hey Martin. Our shower's wacky. Maybe you could stop by tomorrow morning and see what's wrong. Don't mention it to Henry, though, 'cause he'll think calling you means I don't think he'd know how." Silly plan. Martin's hardly a plumber either. And no, she doesn't want to go to bed with Martin. It would be nice to be flirted with a little, though. And no, Rob's no longer an infant. Maybe it's easier to think things here, though, because it's Seven Seas. And what's wrong if bits of today were a little arousing, even? A theme park adventure, so to speak. It's not as if she had an orgasm or anything. The article in Modern Mother said that fantasy's good for our mental health, though it didn't get to about what. We know. She doesn't buy every issue, just the ones with good recipes. It's all so silly, thinking about all this, but Mom still weighs the practical. Sara won't settle for missing the light show and that's at least another hour. Anyway, the door's chained, per the instruction. If Henry asks, just say they'd watched some TV about ecology. Sara's more likely than her dad to notice the little things, but she's just twelve. No, the practicals at a place like Seven Seas aren't much of a problem. There's the big practical, of course, but even then, Henry wouldn't suspect and it would be sort of fun getting back into the nursery routine. Chat during the sermon. "Yo, ho, ho," she concludes Rob's massage, snuggling against his shoulder to watch a bit more documentary. The screen's the porthole from their stateroom. Televised First Nations hunters spear a mammal that meets their nutritional requirements. It's from Canada, Rob informs her, given the reference to First Nations. American Indians down here eat too much junk food, she tells Rob. It's a growing problem; there was a thing on the TV about it. What if she were a First Nations Mother, whatever they call themselves up there? First Nations Father is away hunting walrus. First Nations Son is shivering because he didn't eat enough blubber but she's warm because she did. The TV said that First Nations families share a common pallet, didn't it? The polar bear skin is soft against her skin and First Nations Daughter, accustomed to the swish-swish rhythms of igloo night, won't wake. Tonight's the night for First Nations Son to become like a First Nations Brother-in-law. First Nations Daughter is about Sara's age. If First Nations Daughter wakes up, she'll learn a sacred secret of First Nations Women. Should you rub noses before the swish-swishing? "How long are the men away hunting," she asks, but Rob doesn't know. Maybe a few days. "I mean the ones that don't stay to guard the house," she adds in case she'd said it wrong. But it's such a stretch, her being a First Nations Mother. They probably never take baths. "Suppose cruise ships go up there?" she wonders out loud. "You know, the kind with a scientist to explain everything." Rob isn't sure, but it's something he could find out. "They have telescopes," she adds for good measure. "The nights are really long." "In the winter, for sure," Rob specifies. "Most tours are probably in the summer, though." He'll say no way to tango lessons. It would better to teach him herself when he didn't have some excuse. Mom misses the, "Their harpoons reflect generations of adaptation to sub-zero survival" footage as she hunches her shoulders to better gap the undone button, on the other hand, pulling them back strains the buttons above and below. It's hard to know which to do. Fearing her courage may falter, she inspects his hand as if it's maybe in need of lotion. The way Henry explains an empty creel, a fish can just swim away. Fishing depends on what the fish decides. Mom yawns, closes her eyes and lets Rob's hand fall near the undone button. *** Rob can't believe his luck at the park, but here he's without the security of the masses. He'd never get to be with a girl his own age when she's asleep. How much luck's he got left? But maybe he should just stick with watching TV. Or maybe he should check their schedule for tomorrow's events. They'd missed the Battle Royal, for example. According to the guidebook, a French warship is sunk twice daily in a spectacle of splash and smoke. Cannon fire's safer than being not an inch from the open button. He's imagined Mom in bed before, of course, what she and Dad do. Does she like it? Everybody says they love it, but maybe that's an exaggeration. Probably they like it more when they're about twenty. For sure, 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal' would. Mom breathes with reassuring depth and he reaches for the button. She'll never know. Mom was probably pretty sexy when she was twenty and it's not like she's really a different size or anything. She still wears the parka she had in college. "Can't get wool like this any more," she says. Maybe girls don't change that fast, once they hit twenty. Next time she tosses out one of her little maybe-I'm-too-old lines, though, he'll not tell her how he knows she's not. The buttons part one by one. Barely touching's the key, same as in the park. Feeling a girl up's a cinch if you know how, he'd tell his buddies, leaving them to think he'd done it to 'Ahoy, I'm Crystal.'' At first there's not much more than a square inch of skin. The next button wins a slope of flesh. Another and a tug reveals the tissue's paler and softer. A final button, a sideways slip of flannel and a nipple emerges. She rolls her shoulders ever so slightly and he retreats. It's difficult not to return, however, to something so erect. If she wakes, he'll feign watching TV and she'll assume the buttons came undone by themselves. Nightgowns could do that, perhaps. It's easy to slip the gown around Mom's shoulders. What's happening now, he realizes, is what happens in bedrooms. That guy in the boat never got the girl's top this far open. "Gotta' fool around in a boat 'cause you can't get her on your bed, huh?" Rob would like to tell him. Did Mom maybe see what they were doing? At the time he'd thought not, but maybe moms know more than they let on. Maybe they're more sexy than he'd thought. He lays a fingertip on her collarbone, then ventures downward. She's softer than he'd have guessed, but her nipple's harder. You don't want to squeeze, but at the same time it's pretty difficult not to. Just not too much, he compromises. It's all about being careful not to wake her. The way she breathes raises her chest toward him. It's going to be hard acting like he'd been watching TV if she wakes up, but maybe she won't tell Dad. Her hem's by her knees and slack enough to come farther. Rob weighs the possibility, then pulls it upward to reveal a white swath of cotton. Given how easily it's moved, he lifts it to where her panties span her hipbones. The wrap of the fabric shows how much this part of a girl is three-dimensional. Not as much as a guy, of course, but definitely three-dimensional. Knowing this stuff makes you feel older, he recognizes. Rob can feel that it's fluffy beneath the cloth. Further down he finds the indentation and follows it to where the walls sandwich his finger. He must have hit a nerve or something, the way once she'd squeezed in, but it only takes a moment for her to relax. The moistness through the cotton is a good sign, really a good sign. Is her rocking just his imagination? No, it's because he's at a place her body likes, even when she's sleeping. They still have their reactions. It's like on the elevator-- all about lightness and repetition. A fingertip up and down the crease is what gets the best response. Mom's wiggle proves that a girl can like what she doesn't even know about. How often is a guy going to be with a girl as asleep as this? Maybe once in a million years. You could do all sorts of things. He pushes the front of his pajamas against the fabric triangle. This is going to be a whole lot better than doing it by himself; that's for sure! If Mom wakes up now, he'll be in major trouble, but probably she won't tell Dad When he comes -- he's lost his defense about that outcome -- his PJs won't keep the proof from getting on her panties, but maybe she won't notice the evidence when she wakes up. He'll put his pajamas through the laundry as soon as they get home. A wet spot on her panties will be more of a problem, though -- you want to make your mark but you don't want to leave it. And then he realizes that he can come inside her, all the way inside her! Coming inside solves the evidence problem. It's what he'd do if they were marooned on a desert island. It's what his hard-on's been telling him from the very start, that it's going to be so sexy! No pajamas. No panties. No nothing! And it's going to be so easy! One thing's for certain -- even if Mom does wake up, she'll never tell Dad if he does it inside her. *** Mom's managed to hold motionless as each button opened. She peeked at the end, though, at her breast backlit by Arctic wilderness. Pretty sexy, she allows, but that's maybe because of her chemistry. It's hard to last this many hours. She knows he's untying his drawstring, his eyes on hers at every step. The slightest flutter might send him away. It's not until she feels the thumbs hook her waistband, though, that she knows it's actually going to happen. She hopes she'll maintain the charade. Him being so oblivious to her acquiescence, though, she can at least widen her knees. Her margin of error -- she'll need it when she comes -- will be his disorientation. First-time euphoria outweighs first time endorphins, as they say. She'll be settled back by the time he comes down. "By the time he comes down!" She'd not been looking for a double entendre. And she is indeed on her back. Is it weird to make jokes about sex with your son? Maybe you're just trying to not tense up. She'll yawn that she slept like a rock and act like her disarrayed nightgown is what always happens when you sleep. She'll hop to the shower, never looking back, and let Rob fix his pajamas. She'll never have to admit anything. He'll look at her differently from now on, of course. What boy wouldn't? He'll never know, though, how better he'd have done had she done it back. She'll look at him differently, too. If you stay totally still, they say you can feel the sperm swim. She'll wonder, though, how the rest would have felt if she'd been an octopus, not a jellyfish. Or worse after he's had girlfriends, he'll realize she 'd been awake and always wonder what he'd done to make her pretend it didn't happen. Is that what she wants? They've spent all day telling each other things. Sex is a special way of being together, the most special way, right? It's a process, not just an act. It wasn't as if they hadn't been having sex since the first ride, the deciding-about-it part, anyway. What's there to decide? Mom smiles as if awaking and watches the mating of white mammals until her own lover-to-be sees her eyes. She stabs at the remote and an authoritarian voice blares the consequences of increased petroleum extraction on tundra ecology. As she was never much good with things mechanical; it's Rob who punches the "Off." *** Sara and Dad wait forever for Mom to unchain the door. "Dozed off," Mom explains, clutching her nightgown buttons. Her hair's wet. Mom asks if the light show was good and when Dad asks about her and Rob, she mentions a TV show about polar bears. A mom could come all the way to Seven Seas and watch educational TV, but Sara's surprised that her brother would. Rob's sleeping on the bed they have to share. Hotel rooms have two beds unless you pay more. Sara showers to get the cotton candy out of her hair, but all the shampoo's gone. Criminy! As she pulls open the covers, why's there talcum's on the bedspread? And why are Mom's undies on the floor by Sara's bed? Only a mom would have white ones. Sara would get the dickens for not putting hers in the laundry. Maybe it's okay at a hotel where a maid picks things up. She tosses them into Mom's suitcase when no one's looking. Perfect shot! But wait! Hadn't Mom's suitcase been on her bed when she let them in? She'd put it on the floor before Dad noticed. Where'd she been sleeping, then? Moms are mysteries; for sure. Like how she sat so close to Rob when they ate burgers. How come he had a boner when he stood up? Maybe it will make sense when her brain's not still riding the rides. She'd had a fun day, her and Dad at Seven Seas. When she has to share a bed with her brother -- the last time was when they drove to Ohio -- and then when he's asleep -- that's when she can play with his penis. The trick's being ready to escape. The book at the store says that boys get hard in their dreams. With Rob, though, touching seems to helps the dream. It's fun to make him get that way when he doesn't even know. The girls at camp who giggled about "hunting the weasel" had no idea she'd already caught one. She'd just held Rob's through his pajamas, but it wouldn't take much to get them open. "Wouldn't be that hard!" She gets her own joke. Oh yes it would! It's fun to watch him at breakfast, so clueless. She could ask how he slept, but that might seem an odd question from a little sister. Tonight, though, Rob's facing away and by his breathing, maybe not enough asleep. And anyway, tonight she doesn't need a brother. On the Looper, she'd known every time Dad glanced down her shirt. It's fun being in a regular-sized bra, her pink one in this case because the straps show. She'd leaned Dad's direction, even, and inhaled. When she sat on his lap at the Flagship Light Spectacular, it was fun how his arms wrapped highe than her stomach once the show started. Is a lump in their trousers still involuntary when they're awake? When the fireworks started, she'd leaned her head back on his shoulder and covered his arms with her own. It will be easy to work tomorrow so Mom and Rob will be on other rides. She and Dad will ride the shuttle bus by themselves because that's where nobody can see but the driver and the driver's cool about it. No, tonight she doesn't need to play with her brother's penis. Not after she'd sat on Dad's lap and knows she'll be sitting there lots more tomorrow. She'll order a Tropical Twist at the restaurant; it's neat how they swirl the foam. Plus maybe she'll get Dad to buy her one of those little sea horses. Across the width of their mattress, Sara realizes that Rob's trembling. The wimp only went on Maritime Missile once. She'd ridden it four times fearlessly and she's just thirteen. THE END **** Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just lame word usages) are made known, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. If you take the time to read me, don't wade through an early version. You can contact me via the site's message form. Holly

EXAMINATION TABLE by Holly Rennick AUTHOR'S NOTES Ladies, are you suffering from anxiety, confusion, depression, edema, fainting, forgetfulness, giddiness, headaches, hyperemia, insomnia, irritability, lassitude, loss of appetite, muscle spasms, nervousness, palpitations of the heart, heaviness in the abdomen, paralytic states, shortness of breath, stomach upsets, tendency to cause trouble for others, ticklishness, weepiness, writing cramps, indifference to marital duty, lustful yearnings or excessive vaginal lubrication? If so, you may be suffering from hysteria. Moreover, you may need a hysterical paroxysm. This story stems from the pre-20th century treatment of feminine hysteria, in that era second to only "fevers" in diagnostic incidence. Since the common cold was medically classified as a fever, we're talking epidemic! Although hysteria was officially removed as a disease in 1952 by the American Psychiatric Association, I'm pretty sure I'm afflicted. Say, doc. Mind helping me out of this horrid corset? If you're too recent from med school, I've posted a picture of one at http://images.asstr.org/files/Authors/Holly_Rennick/Corset.jpg. Where's the examination table? (So why's my story set in the 1880s? The electrical vibrator became available in the 1890s, following the sewing machine, fan, tea kettle and toaster and preceding the vacuum cleaner and electric iron. Who wants to write about wattage?) EXAMINATION TABLE The City Fathers were pleased that Jacob Stratton, MD, chose Capton Springs. A county seat needs qualified medical practitioners. Dr. Polk had moved out to California. And not that Doc. Langston couldn't set bones, of course, but everyone knew that his title came from years on the job, not a proper medical college. Capton Springs was indeed a community of progress: courthouse, gas streetlights, six churches, opera house, railhead, natatorium and businesses ranging from Adler's Mechanical Works to Ziegler & Sons, Fine Attire and Sundries. Dr. Stratton, the Town Fathers recognized, was hardly 25 and had only academic experience, but no one saw a problem. Capton Springs was about moving forward. Give the young doctor a time to work out the practicalities and they'd have themselves a fine physician. Give the fellow time to court (a daughter of one of the Town Fathers, they individually hoped) and he'd be building a fine house north of Main Street. For now though, Dr. Stratton would take a room at Mrs. Witherspoon's. She'd keep him well nourished and prod him to church each Sunday. The Town Fathers arranged for an office above Emmons' Pharmacy. Interest in Capton Springs' newest professional ran high among the leading ladies. Not only would he be refined in manner, he'd perhaps consent to lecture Eastern Star on recent medical advances. Most of the Town Fathers' wives had already identified a malady needing an immediate consultation. The first to examine the examiner would have the most to report at Sewing Circle. Stephanie Mullins, wife of Lewis Mullins of Good & Plenty Farm Implements, took the initiative to telegraph Dr. Stratton even before he vacated Omaha. She'd experienced a shocking shortness of breath lately and hoped to consult with him at his first possible opening. Dr. Stratton, pleased at the prospect of a paying private consultation, immediately wired back, "9:00 Monday, August 5. Dr. Stratton." Alice Witherspoon still had first opportunity to mine the newcomer for personal tidbits while she explained the working of her boarding establishment. But to the wife of Lewis Mullins of Good & Plenty Farm Implements, Mrs. Witherspoon posed little competition. None of the ladies of the Sewing Circle would have had cause to chat with Mrs. Witherspoon before Monday's 11:00 needlepoint gathering. "Well?" "Well, what?" Stephanie thought it unbefitting to act too anxious to report. "The new doctor, of course! Everybody knows you saw him not an hour ago." "Oh, the doctor. Well yes, I did see him about possible consumption. He doesn't even have an examination table yet, but had his stethoscope and tongue depressor." "Consumption?" "They say it's sweeping Kansas City." "And what sort of gentleman is he?" "Oh, I hardly noticed. He's no taller than am I, slight of build, not at all a braggart. In fact, maybe he's just a bit tentative, in a younger sort of way. I'm sure he knows his medicine, as he's hung up his diploma. His middle initial is P. Matter of fact, I'm not sure he found out much about my heart, as he listened through my shirt. He has delightful hair, which I could inspect when he took my pulse. His fingers are nicely formed and he complimented my posture." After Stephanie was induced to pass on several-fold more observations, Sewing Circle felt adequately pre-acquainted with their future physician to move on to other business. "So I think we should all learn use of the sewing machine." "Agreed. I'll tell Thomas to order several," volunteered Bernice Adler. "It is a machine, though." "Oh, Bernice! You think we can't learn about machines? They're the way of the future." *** Jacob Stratton, recent MD, was enthusiastic about his prospects. His professors advised that the route to professional acumen was attendance at an established hospital, but he'd tossed himself into the vastness of the open plains where towns such as Capton Springs afforded no end of professional opportunity. Being of economic persuasion, he'd be able to invest a good portion of his income. The Town Fathers had assured Jacob that his preference in cigars would be stocked by the tobacconist. He'd noted that the community had a Presbyterian Church. Mrs. Witherspoon's appeared to be a properly-run establishment and the proprietress certainly made a fine roast beef. The other boarders, a teacher of Latin, a traveler, and a dealer in grain stocks, seemed well read. The several patients needing immediate attention seemed in no imminent danger. Consumption seemed unlikely for a woman so animated. The two drop-ins, one needing a check for stomach upset and the other, palpitations of the heart, exhibited no symptoms when he checked. As a student doctor, he'd left it to the clinical nurse to supervise a female patient's preparation. A corset required another woman's hand. He'd no idea of how the laces worked, and more so, didn't find it becoming to his new profession. A woman's breast, were he required to inspect for fever spots, was a mammary organ. Her underclothing, on the other hand, was something with which he'd little experience. For all three of his first day's patients, he'd done his best to pursue their complaints without disturbing their attire. It was surprising how the ladies of such a small place dressed as fashionably as the social set of Omaha. The Town Fathers had justly boasted in telling him that Capton Springs was only a railway ticket from the finest of Chicago. *** With three consultations for comparison, Sewing Circle was in better position to discuss Capton Springs' newest citizen. "Does he have a satisfactory examination table?" "I mentioned the subject (in a casual manner, I assure you) and he indicated that he'd ordered the finest." "Excellent!" "And he's up to date regarding hysterical paroxysms?" "I'd hope so, though I didn't want to act informed." "Wisely done, my dear." "He of course has his medical references." "The Female Medical Guide's on his desk." "That's where Dr. Polk learned the procedure, was it not?" "I believe so. Helen, you copied all the symptoms, as I recall." "Right here with my knitting patterns." "Perhaps he's brought something mechanical?" "That we don't yet know." *** Stephanie Mullins was disappointed to not see the examination table in place on her second visit, but wasn't one to waste the consultation. "Dr. Stratton. You were, of course, correct. It's not consumption. I've been overcome as of late with inability to sleep, nervousness and even a heaviness in the abdomen. It's most unsettling." Jacob prepared to apply his stethoscope to her bodice. "Really, sir. It's entirely acceptable for you to properly listen. I've worn a suitable shirt-waist." Saying that, she undid the eyelets under the lace ruffles and revealed her corset. "I dispensed with my corset cover, as it would have been in the way." The young doctor, finding himself staring into twin creamy bulges squeezed upward, tried to act as if he saw such on a regular basis. The purveyor of the bulges seemed unconcerned. "Now you may listen more fully." Jacob delicately applied his instrument near her collarbone, but hearing nothing, was forced to descend onto the upper rise of the softer flesh. "Should I breathe out?" asked the patient, answering her question by affirmative action. Jacob listened carefully, taking care to touch with nothing but the copper rim. "You appear to be sound," he judged. "Well, it comes and it goes. Sometimes with (if I may say so in confidentiality) with a yearning that affects my lower parts." Jacob was unsure how to incorporate such information. "Well, it could be a number of things." "Surely. I note you have The Female Medical Guide on your shelf. Dr. Polk said it was most helpful for a professionally-trained physician." Having the doctor's assurance that he would pursue the necessary research, Mrs. Mullins re-buttoned and exited. "Your office will be so up-to-date when your examination table arrives, I'd expect." "Yes, very much so." Jacob was pleased for her interest in modern medical practice. "It's due to arrive next Wednesday." "We're so pleased you've located in Capton Springs, doctor. Can you schedule me for a follow-up, say, next Friday?" *** Jacob was still perusing The Female Medical Guide when Mrs. Mullins next arrived. The reference covered many topics in which he'd some theoretical understanding, but in which he lacked experience. "Dr. Stratton. It's almost as if I find myself sinking into lassitude and a faintness of spirit." Jacob almost breathed an audible sigh of relief. This wasn't the onset of a tumor, but rather appeared to be a condition associated with the weaker sex, something almost as common as fevers. He paused, trying to formulate a delicate query. "Your husband, Mr. Mullins. Would you consider him to be, shall we say, a vigorous gentleman?" "A vigorous husband?" "In terms of marital duty." Jacob wilted at the directness, but it was something he must confirm. "Oh!" Mrs. Mullins blushed. "Why, yes, of course. Mr. Mullins is somewhat dutiful." "I was, of course, certain," Jacob hurried to affirm. He continued, recalling as best he could what he had just read, "Disequilibria of the womb is most common. Were you yet unmarried, I'd recommend horseback riding or the use of swings. But even spousal familiarity is sometimes insufficient." "Oh my!" "Mrs. Mullins, it appears that you may suffer from hysterical crisis," he noted gravely. "Oh my, doctor! Certainly it must be something less egregious," clutching her breast in a manner akin to a recent production of the Capton Springs drama enthusiasts. "But let me assure you, madam, it can be countered by provoking a corrective crisis," the doctor assured. "Had we a local hot springs, perhaps by hydriatic massage." "But in my case?" "A hysterical paroxysm." "Oh dear! Such a long word," fluttering her eyes in admiration. "You needn't be alarmed. It's not unlike the breaking of a fever." "Oh, thank heavens, doctor. Surely we should begin immediately," eying the newly-assembled table. It didn't occur to Jacob to wonder how she seemed to know where she should go. "Let me forewarn you, though. Propriety requires confidentiality. Some husbands find it difficult to accept published medical practice." "I'm sure the Mr. Mullins wishes only the best treatment for me." "As he should. But spare him any particulars, just as you'd not burden him with the details of childbirth." "Of course, doctor. Some things are better kept among womenfolk and their physician. Rest assured that the ladies of our town respect the male unease with respect to feminine conditions." Jacob was relieved. The Town Fathers were astute businessmen, not medical practitioners. "The treatment involves the vulvular manipulation of the womb area, a part of the uterus," recited the doctor, omitting the "massage the genitalia with one finger inside using oil of lilies or musk root" detail. "As you say, sir," rather entheusiastically. "If successful," he continued, "you may feel contractions, secrete necessary fluids and experience a fit before relieving your tension, sometimes to the point of somnolence." "As I lack scientific schooling," she demurred, "it might be better for you to simply show me." "Certainly." The doctor blushed. "It requires, however, for you to loosen any binding attire, I fear." "Then we shall remove it," she blithely agreed. Jacob hadn't thought that far ahead. Somehow he'd presumed it might be done by slacking some sort of lacing. Mrs. Mullins seemed to need no further instruction, carelessly tossing her shawl over the chair and leaning against the examination table to unlace her boots. "Would you be so humble?" appealing to Jacob's helpful nature. After he assisted with her footwear she reached under her petticoat to pull white silken stockings down to her ankles and over her toes. "You'll need to also help me with the buttons," Mrs. Mullins requested, tugging at the lace jabots of her high-necked dress. "This imperial style is such a bother, but I can't be bringing the girl, as she's cooking dinner. The satin is rather nice, don't you think?" Indeed, her bodice couldn't be undone by the wearer, Jacob recognized. He unassuredly unlooped the dozen minute back buttons, and as the fabric gapped, glimpsed her white woolen camisole. She slipped her dress off her shoulders, pulled the ruffled sleeves off her wrists, wiggled the flounced skirt down and stepped free. Her petticoat followed. Jacob had no idea where this would stop. Pulling the camisole sleeves downward, she was bare-shouldered. The camisole hem yet covered her upper thighs, but letting it fall, she stood in corset above and white linen drawers below, the latter lace trimmed at knee level. "Could you help me unlace?" indicating what to Jacob seemed a complexity of strings, bows, stays and lace. "There's a bow at the top," Mrs. Mullins suggested. A small town doctor, Jacob recognized, couldn't avoid certain procedures. The corset opened to reveal a snug chemise of white wool and Mrs. Mullins' upper back. As the last lacing came free, her corset joined the heap on the floor. Still facing away, she wiggled up her chemise, leaving her in nothing but her silken drawers, tight enough for him to follow the cleavage. She turned, clutching the wadded chemise to her chest. "Should I lie on the examination table, doctor?" "That would be best," not knowing what else to say. He turned to look for mineral oil, per the suggestion of his reference. When he faced back, his patient was prone on the examination table, naked above the waist, ample bust readily heaving. Jacob tried not to stare. He'd thought of Mrs. Mullins as one of the town's ladies, not as a model for a classical sculpture. Fortunately, she seemed to be staring at the ceiling, not at his attempt to not spill the oil. "So I shouldn't need bloomers?" she suggested, raising her hips. "Perhaps you could help." Jacob had no choice but to lower them, uncovering a coal-black tangle. He'd assisted in deliveries at medical school, so maybe this would be about the same, he hoped. "Perhaps you'd rather cover your eyes, ma'am," hurrying to pull a linen from the bandage drawer. "Oh, that would be better, wouldn't it," she agreed, not covering them. "Don't you think my waist is rather too large?" "It's more healthy to sport one," Jacob assured. She didn't seem pleased with what to Jacob was medically sound guidance. In hopeful maintenance of his consultative role, Jacob was relieved to remember the technology. "I fear I lack a tremoussoir, but we needn't be concerned." "A tremoussoir?" she asked with disappointment. "A clockwork-driven mechanism from France, I believe. Perhaps I can order one. But the hysterical paroxysm effect can be achieved by pelvic massage." She tried to look alarmed. "Mr. Mullins would certainly pay for it," adding, "If it were itemized imprecisely." "But you needn't be concerned, Madam. I believe I can achieve the same effect manually." "You're the doctor," she brightly observed, nodding in approval as she noted the oil. Jacob would have thought there would be more hesitation. "I doubt that penetration will be necessary." The book made hysterical paroxysm sound as if insertion was discretionary. Penetration might be unprofessional. "Not immediately," she agreed, to Jacob a sign of feminine naivety. "So your requirement is simply to relax and let yourself return to natural alignment. It may feel disturbing, but it's nature's way. Perhaps you'll wish to clutch the table's handles." Jacob's first touches were most tentative, beginning just below the belly button. Her skin seemed clammy, almost translucent. When he touched her hair, she seemed not disturbed. If anything, she wiggled. A good sign, Jacob thought. Finally he touched her vulva, the flesh more moist, quite wet, actually. He was uncertain as to what a massage should entail. She moved her thighs so he could progress down her lips. Jacob found it almost slippery. When he drew back up, she was enough parted that his finger drew along an inner, warmer path. He detected a hint of a tremor, but still no suggestion of resistance. The trick was, Jacob realized, that according to his reference, not all wombs are stimulated the same way. The book recommended initially putting one finger at the vaginal opening and massaging the external genitalia with the other hand. If a button-like protrusion is encountered, give it special attention. There indeed was a protrusion and rubbing it seemed to work, judging by the rolling of her hips. Within several minutes, his patient was freely moving with his ministrations and he sensed full compliance. He'd forgotten to apply the mineral oil, but it seemed not to matter. Within another minute, she emitted the first of what were to become deeper and deeper inhalations and exhalations. "You're progressing well, Mrs. Mullins." "That's a sensitive spot, doctor. Just stay there." At last Mrs. Mullins began to moan and was soon in the throes of convulsive throbs. Jacob had to push hard to hold her against the examination table, managing with one hand provoking, his other pressing her breast. Nothing in the book suggested this addition, but it seemed allied with the medical objective. A woman's body is mysteriously complicated. The intensity of her hysterical paroxysm surprised the doctor. He'd no reason to doubt The Female Medical Guide, but nothing in the text suggested such a complete release of uterine tension. "Oh, doctor," she finally managed. "The anxiety's gone. How can I thank you?" Jacob was pleased with his success, magnanimously allowing, "The blessings of science." "Do you mind if I recover here?" she asked. "Your examination table's most comfortable." "Certainly not." He'd not an appointment for another 20 minutes. "Now that the treatment's completed," she smiled as he lay a sheet over her. "Almost completed, I should say," she corrected herself, pushing aside the upper part of the cover. "My heart's again fluttering. Here, you must feel how much." "I'm sure it will slow," Jacob assured, somewhat more interested in her yet-erect nipple. He'd never continuously massaging one before. Fortunately she didn't seem to register him doing so in timing the palpitations. "You must keep in mind, Mrs. Mullins, that a paroxysm is a temporary palliative and subsequent administrations may be required," disheartening information, he realized, to a patient facing a chronic condition. People too often expect full cures. "Dr. Stratton?" "Ma'am?" "For my next hysterical paroxysm, might it not be more effective to penetrate just a little? Mr. Mullins wouldn't need to be informed, I assure you, per your advice." Well, thought the town's new physician, the book implies that wombs are different. If Mrs. Mullins' requires more profound manipulation, the possibility seems reasonable. He'd, of course, never advise it were she a Miss Mullins. *** Over the next week, more of the Sewing Circle needed medical attention. Mrs. Joiner feared that nursing may have exhausted her bosoms. She'd only partially laced her corset, as she knew he'd need to examine. Jacob saw nothing unusual, rather nicely formed breasts that perhaps resented being tightly bound. Supine on the examination table, Mrs. Joiner asked about advances in psychology as he checked for symmetry. In mentioning her medical history, she let it slip that her marital bed didn't bring her the satisfaction it once did. "It may be related to a general lassitude. I forget things and can hardly sleep." Mrs. Huntington was suffering from headaches and loss of appetite. Plus she found herself extraordinarily ticklish. She leaned against the examination table to demonstrate. "Even up on my leg, doctor. No, not there, higher. A little bit more. Hee, hee, hee, hee." Mrs. Emmons had signs of anxiousness and (as her sister-in-law, Mrs. Huntington, had mentioned to Jacob in passing) seemed bent on causing trouble for her husband's family. Reflecting on The Female Medical Guide, Jacob circumspectly alluded to feminine conditions and with equal circumspect, Mrs. Emmons revealed that, yes, indeed she did find herself unduly damp on occasions. Even now, doctor. Mrs. van Vleet complained of writing cramps. As her fingers felt limber, Jacob surmised the cause to perhaps be in her wrist. With each test, the reported ache migrated closer to her torso. Her corset, Jacob could tell, was much too hourglass and elevated her bust much too high. When he discretely suggested that her complaint may relate to constricted or displaced organs, she readily recognized his wisdom and insisted on comparative testing without the girding. The writing cramps did indeed seem to be alleviated, but Jacob noted an increase in hyperemia and giddiness. The text seems to be true, decided the physician. Hysteria is indeed a common ailment. *** Mrs. Mullins's third visit went quite satisfactorily. Jacob understood somewhat more of her underwear and less explanation was required. Massaging her genitalia, Jacob found it rather automatic to dip into her womanly passage. Here where she was more fluid, he sensed he could bring her to a more effective paroxysm. Indeed, the deeper he plumbed, the more she convulsed. "Doctor?" "Is it unduly uncomfortable?" "No, not at all. If you keep your finger where it is, but place your thumb here," showing him, "I believe we'll find it even more beneficial." A woman's body is complex, recognized the doctor. It's sometimes wise to listen to a patient. In the intensity of her fits, her elbow thrust outward from the examination table and pushed into the front of his trousers. Fortunately to Jacob, she seemed not cognizant of the proximity. "Dr. Stratton, this may be something not covered in your studies, so I'll tell you in confidence," offered Mrs. Mullins, naked on the table afterwards as he checked her heartbeat. "Please do," checking her for symmetry. "As already a wife, it may be that I'm suited for more intense administration. Not that a digit is insufficient in the least, of course, but perhaps my own capacity is now greater." She paused. "A more satisfactory treatment might involve a larger item." "A larger item?" wondered Jacob. "Of more length and girth," she amplified. "Something a Doctor of Medicine could skillfully administer to regulate the progress of my restoration." "Ma'am?" "Well, as I see it (and I'd not be alone, I assure you), if a doctor must insert his touch to achieve the treatment, surely he might insert some larger part to better achieve the same curative." "Some larger part?" "Even his manly part," primly suggested the yet-disrobed patient. "Made ready, of course." Oh my, thought Jacob. That would hardly be appropriate. "As Mr. Mullins' wife, of course," the woman somberly suggested, "I've been required to learn how to make the stronger sex ready." With that brief statement of qualification, she again brushed the buttons of Jacob's fly, but this time with her fingers. Not knowing how to professionally respond, Jacob failed to object to the change of leadership. This was never the subject of a medical institute lecture, he knew, but then he'd only the general program of topics. "You might wish to turn down the lights in deference to my eyes," she suggested, closing forefinger and thumb over her objective. "Otherwise I might be tempted to peek." She gave him a tiny squeeze Oh my, again thought Jacob, at the realization that he was enlarging. As a youth, his piano teacher had made him enlarged before causing him to emit on her comforter, but that might be thought of as youthful indiscretion. Since those days, he'd lived honorably. What he did in his own privacy, of course, was more related to cleansing his body of excess bile. Could Mrs. Mullins feel his changing condition? Maybe yes, as she'd bunched the fabric of his trousers enough to clutch him firmly. There was really no possibility of his pulling away gracefully. "Maybe this item would be the correct size," judged the now-examiner, now stroking with a housewife's diligence. "But I don't think..." "It's scientifically suited, actually," she judged. But, realized the doctor from his basic physiology, the administration if it might carry some risk! Mrs. Mullins seemed to read his mind. "I understand that they now make French Preventatives from treated gum. Surely they'd be available to a physician. That way it would be quite modern." "That would be advisable," agreed the doctor, now hunching forward so she might better confirm his size. "Please schedule me for the full treatment, sir," she ordered, letting his hips set the pace. With that, Jacob lost control of his central zone. "It has been rather warm lately, has it not?" Mrs. Mullins suggested as Jacob regained his breath. He recovered as quickly as he could and hoped he'd re-established his role as examiner without his patient noticing the lapse. She smiled broadly as she re-dressed. Jacob asked if consumption ran in her family. It didn't, she assured, adjusting a stocking. *** Jacob wasn't sure about Mrs. Mullins' treated gum suggestion, but after sidling up to the topic with his fellow lodger, the traveler, the latter confided that indeed they were available and, in fact, he'd be glad to acquire Jacob a box from the next county. "The womenfolk much appreciate them," the boarder winked, to Jacob's discomfort at the misconstrual. Within a few days, the doctor possessed the latest in medical industry. "Rinse and they're as good as new," advised the procurer with another irritating wink. "Maybe apply a little talc." *** At Sewing Circle, that week at the Adler residence, Stephanie Mullins, wife of Lewis Mullins of Good & Plenty Farm Implements, reported her findings, "And I did confirm that our Dr. Stratton has a functional apparatus." "Excellent!" and "As we hoped," from around the room. Mrs. Mullins casually stretched her hand, eliciting gasps of approval, but then pulled her thumb back until it was a more-moderate distance from the tip of her little finger. "Even still," decided Margaret Ziegler, "it will do finely." "You received a protracted application?" queried Bernice Adler. "As he's novice to his profession," clarified Mrs. Mullins, "it was by manipulation of his garb." "Oh dear!" and "You're a sport." "And quite a hasty response, it was," sighed Mrs. Mullins, but not without residual pleasure at being the reporter. "No matter," offered Mrs. Witherspoon. "My cup's in need of fresh cream, even a brief application." "Now, Alice," requested Mrs. Adler in her role of hostess, "Stephanie's set her cup on the table first. We mustn't overwhelm the poor chap before he's accustomed to his duties." She frowned. "But indeed, Stephanie, you've caused me to lose my stitch!" *** Mrs. Mullins nodded in approval when, on her fourth visit, she saw the box from the next county. "Perhaps you should begin with my normal treatment," stark naked and stretched out familiarly. "And I'd suggest removing your collar, sir, so it stays fresh." Her suggestion seemed sound. Women do know the secrets of laundry. "And also, doctor, it occurs to me that rather than draping my eyes, such a bother, you might further draw the drapes." Jacob could hardly work in total darkness, but dimming the room did seem to add a sense of privacy. "First you must prepare me," reminded the patient. "Your initial method will do nicely. Yes, right there." After achieving the early signs of hysterical paroxysm (dilation of the eyes, flushed face, constriction, secretions and general twitching) she took the initiative to unbutton Jacob's trousers with practiced efficiency and quickly had his manhood in hand. "I believe that this will be entirely sufficient," she reckoned as if she were now the doctor. To Jacob's relief, a few brisk rolls between her palms and he was ready, if unsure. "This is how I understand they fit," Mrs. Mullins suggested, unrolling the sheath over him with aplomb. Jacob wasn't sure of the physician's position, but when Mrs. Mullins again reclined, he had little choice but to mount the examination table from the end and kneel between her legs. "You're the doctor," she encouraged, making ready her knees and ineffectively shielding her eyes with the back of her hand. Jacob leaned forward, trying touch just the tip against her, but in the end had to manually aim. He'd only planned on slight penetration and for only the briefest moment, but once caught, found no option but to linger. He hoped the vulcanized tube prevented her from sensing too much of him. "This is much better, doctor. I'm scheduled for a full 30-minute appointment, am I not?" "I believe so," doing his best to elevate himself as to not rub his chest against hers. "You may enter a bit further, I believe." Jacob complied. "You were of course correct about the advantage of larger size," Mrs. Mullins confirmed, to Jacob's confusion. He thought the idea was hers, but then he'd not taken notes. "Excellent, sir. I believe my crisis will best respond to a massage at about this rate," she demonstrated. To took Jacob some concentration to maintain his perch while stroking at the requested cadence, but it came easier within a few moments. As the patient entered a state of writhing, Jacob's only recourse was falling fully forward to assure her safety. Doing so, he discovered that fuller contact allowed him to better sense the pulse of her hips and in turn, to apply himself yet more adroitly. One could in fact minimize the expenditure of effort by keeping one's hands under the patient's shoulders and rotating one's central part. "Ohhh!" "Not too quickly, ma'am," realizing that interlocked as one, it was difficult to separate who was doing what. "Ummmm!" "Is this sufficient?" letting her hips do most of the work. "I'll tell you when, doctor. Ahhhhh!" And strive as he might in his professional role, Mrs. Mullin's increasing engagement was evoking his personal response. Surely he shouldn't succumb, he insisted to himself, but as his patient entered full paroxysm, he realized that he might suffer a depravity. Thank heavens for what his traveler acquaintance had provided. Mrs. Mullins must never know he'd lost control. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be paying much mind as he seeded within his sheath. It's fortunate how women tend to notice very little. When Jacob finally lifted away, spent in over-stimulation, he was careful to turn so the patient couldn't see the sodden state of his member. She said only, "Finely administered, doctor," and, "My vitality's returned, don't you think?" Affirmation brought him some consolation. "I believe so," he managed. Mrs. Mullins turned him and lifted his penis to inspect the product purchased in the next county. "Quite intact," she judged with air of expertise. Jacob thought it unnecessary for her to hold him that way, but again it was one of those situations from which there's no easy remedy. "Rinse afterwards, they say, and apply a little lard and it will again be as good as new," she advised. "Of course," the doctor managed, but with a falter of voice. He'd a tenor solo verse to sing with the Presbyterian Choir this Sunday and recently had suffered a bout with the grippe, he clarified. *** When Dr. Stratton wed the Mayor's eldest daughter after due courtship, the women of Sewing Circle were not affronted. The young bride would serve his household admirably. She'd the tiniest waist, well shown in her princess bodice and skirt. "I'm just surprised it's still tiny," commented Mrs. van Vleet, "given that girl's doings." "That traveling gentleman at Mrs. Witherspoon's didn't take long to lead her into her father's warehouse, did he not?" "Well I doubt that he lead her. She's had private Latin lessons for years from that other gentleman." "And even when she was hardly budded, she was tagging along in that grain fellow's buggy when he'd survey of the family's back acres." "In our day, we were more prudent, were we not?" Sewing Circle felt somewhat peeved that the silly thing would squander most of their doctor's income, the large part derived from their own accounts. As long as the new Mrs. Stratton didn't purchase too much by mail, at least the funds would circulate locally. Disbursement is a wife's other duty. The emigration of Dr. Polk to California had been such a disappointment to Sewing Circle. They'd coordinated their appointments so satisfactorily. All had gone well until the Christian Endeavor picnic when Margaret Ziegler was struck with a crisis of hysteria while she and Dr. Polk were behind the azalea bushes. Fortunately she had her shawl to spread. Unfortunately, Dr. Polk had no preventatives when administering emergency resuscitation. When she missed her monthly, the doctor left town. It was but a false alarm, and in any case, Margaret reassured Sewing Circle, Dr. Polk was not dissimilar to Mr. Ziegler in looks. "The child would be a good bit more intelligent, however." "Really, Margaret, those azalea bushes afforded hardly any protection. We could all but hear everything!" "But our husbands were off shooting ducks, were they not?" "You were wise to have your shawl. One never knows when opportunity might knock." *** Sewing Circle well knew how pleasantly accustomed was their new doctor to their regular office visits. "Our hysterics are his laudanum," deemed Jane Huntington. "A genteel addiction, shall we say?" Sewing Circle found the examination table most modern. One could even crank up the back to watch one's treatment. It had taken the new doctor rather long to familiarize himself with the intricacies of undergarment, but Sewing Circle didn't mind. Relationships well-started last long in Capton Springs, the Christian Endeavor picnic misfortune being an exception. The Town Fathers self-congratulated their medical foresight: Give the young doctor a time to work out the practicalities and they'd have themselves a fine physician. As men themselves of rare infirmity, they pampered their wives' concerns for better health. Weaker constitutions. Dr. Jacob Stratton considered himself now an expert in hysterical paroxysm. The longer the induced emotion, the more effective the relaxation. He soon realized that the weaker sex, if determined, could prematurely complete his administration, but that they preferred to defer to his expertise, teetered on the edge of paroxysm for all but the final moments of the full appointment. As a man of limited restorative capacity, however, Dr. Stratton would never schedule these patients back to back. Mrs. Witherspoon was in a separate patient category. A widow running a boarding house, she could hardly manage regular office visits. But for his landlady, Jacob was able to do house calls without the bother of departing his abode. Mrs. Witherspoon had suggested that he just wear his nightshirt, but he thought it appropriate to enter her bedchamber properly attired with medical bag in hand. His absence of shoes was in consideration for his sleeping cohabitants. Mrs. Witherspoon was a strong woman and her bed was both larger and softer than an examination table. In some cases her hysterical paroxysms were so severe that she ended up towering above the doctor, but as best he could tell, the efficacy was the same. It was harder to extricate himself, however, given her tendency to roll him over and bounce from above. On the other hand, there was no patient following and being a widow, Mrs. Witherspoon frequently required a second paroxysm. He'd even drafted a short article, "Interior Massage for Hysterical Crisis", but was unsure how to describe proper insertion of the penis without identifying it. He was not clear why patients insisted on holding his instrument, stroking it even, as he manually prepped them, but hypothesized it to be psychological, perhaps related to the security of a protective male. With the railroad, he could re-supply his preventative sheathes by mail from the medical house in Chicago. There was really no need for him to rinse them, but he'd always been an economical fellow. He'd tried both talc and lard and found the former to be neater. What he found most interesting was the similarity between his young wife's state as he inseminated and the state of his patients in paroxysm. As everyone knows, a woman's body is mysteriously complex. THE END Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick. 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Mary's Anal Adventure (F/F, M/F fist extreme) Mary walked slowly over towards the vaulting horse. She was ready, more than ready. Cleaned out a couple of hours ago, she felt loose, open, ready. Her anus was already lubed and her ass cheeks slid deliciously against each other, the sensuous feel of her inner ass cheeks smooth skin sliding across each other was intoxicating. Inside she felt empty and ready to be filled. Her breasts were clamped with eight ounce weights dangling down, bumping against her stomach. Although her nipples were large her breasts were small and she liked the added weight, making her breasts bounce. Especially as he had placed two clamps on each one. One clamp on the aureole causing a dull pressure, and one directly on the nipple that produced a sharper and more intense pain, a nice contrast that never failed to excite her. In fact, the combination of slick skin, clamped and weighted nipples and anticipation of what was to come had her quivering internally with excitement. Rarely did she feel this ready and hoped that her limits would be pushed beyond anything she had ever experienced. Reaching the horse she bent over it, the lightly padded, leather covered high bench cool to her skin. It was just the right height, allowing enough room for her ankles to be cuffed on the outside with her feet flat on the floor. Her wrists were cuffed straight out in front of her, arms tightly stretched, holding her almost immobile over the horse. It was wide enough so that it did not cut into her belly but rather let her stomach rest comfortably. The only thing she might have wished was a little more slack in her bonds so that the weights stretching her nipples could sway and bounce more. She liked the bouncing of the weights and the way they jangled her nipples, elongating them even more. But that was a small matter, nothing compared to the excitement she felt as she was in one of her favorite positions, legs spread, her ass and pussy open and convenient, helpless, at the whim of anyone that wanted to use her. Mary felt his hand lightly caressing her butt, adding more lube to anus. She was sure now that it was to be her ass and not her pussy. His hand left off stroking her for a moment as he laid out the toys on a bench in front of her. She saw dildos of varying sizes plus a fist shaped one. He picked up the smallest, 12 inches long and two inches wide. He first used it to tap on the chains strung between her breasts, jerking her nipples and sending jolts of wonderful pain shooting through her, seemingly centering on her pussy. Involuntarily her vagina clenched, then relaxed, pulsed again, starting her juices flowing seriously, her lips swelling with passion, shiny with her moisture. Stepping behind her, she waited for the moment. Ahhhhhhh, here it was, the head pressing against her anus. She relaxed her asshole but still there was some pressure before the head slithered inside. She felt herself open and let the dildo in, feeling it slide past her anus. She loved this moment, the slight pause while her rectum adjusted, then the slow advance. Not this time though, the dildo just kept going in, slowly, but with no pause. Then it was against the inner sphincter, but not at quite the right angle. Quickly it built up pressure inside her and she struggled to move her hips and get the right angle so it could enter her more deeply. However she was held too tightly in her bonds. She felt the dildo bend inside her. Mary mentally objected to this, felt cheated. She wanted the slow in and out fucking of her ass. She wanted to feel it pushing up against the roof of her vagina through her rectum. She wanted the involuntary loss of control from this, the slight spurts of urine that she was helpless to control. Instead, the dildo kept up a continuous pressure against her insides. Frantically she began to try and move into the proper position to allow deeper entrance. All of a sudden it leapt deeper, entering her inner passage and continuing deeper into her. Now there were nine inches inside. She could sense rather than feel her inner ring clasp and slide down the dildo as it rebounded from the pressure of being forced up inside her before giving way. She knew now that it would be able to slide in all the way. Another inch or two and it would be visible through her belly moving inside her if she had not been laying over the horse. However she would be able to feel it pressing against the horse. Yes, there it was, the familiar tingling inside her. He pushed in the last couple of inches and Mary had taken it all. Not allowing her even a moment to enjoy it, he pulled the dildo from her and walked around to the bench. Knowing this would be the only one she would be able to take orally he slid it into her mouth and pushed it deep. Fortunately it was slick from being deep inside her so she was able to just let it slide to the back of her mouth. Fighting the gag reflex she felt it slide against the roof of her mouth, push hard against the opening to her throat, then start the bend into her throat. Her eyes followed his hand as it moved closer to her mouth. The excitement of feeling it slide inside her caused her pussy to lubricate more. Her vaginal lips opened slightly, enough to let a few drops slide out and patter quietly on the floor below her pussy. He fucked her throat for a moment, bumping his hand against her mouth, then withdrew the ten inches that had been inside her. Satisfied that it was clean he set it on the bench and picked up the next one. The dildo was a long, flexible eighteen inches, three inches in diameter. He walked around her and without preliminary started feeding it into her ass. Mary experienced a moment of panic that he was not giving her time to prepare, but then it was pushing hard against her before the head sprung inside her. This more like it! It was thick enough to press and distort her vagina. He held it at a higher angle of attack so that when it was forced to curve up to enter her intestines it formed an arc that pressed against her insides. He made quick, short jabs until it was forced into her large intestine. Involuntarily she clenched her anus around it, squeezing hard. She gasped, felt her knees weaken as her belly pressed harder against the bench. Her pussy was starting to spasm slightly and she bucked against the dildo. Then he was sliding it deeper. When he had almost a foot in her he reached the next obstacle. Mary always thought of it as "the turn". A spot inside her intestines where it had to be worked a bit before proceeding. Once past there she knew it would slide in another few inches with ease. The problem was she was pressed so hard against the bench that the thick dildo was pressed against the edge of the horse as well as at her turn. He pushed harder and she could feel the head of the dildo finally ride up over the edge of the horse and slide around inside her. Oh God! This was it! He drove it in further until she was taking about 15 inches. Then he withdrew it a half foot and rammed it back in. She could hardly breathe when it rode up on the horse and slid further into her, such was the excitement. He began to fuck her seriously, jerking the dildo back and then jabbing it back in. She didn't realize it was going in a little deeper with each thrust. All she knew was that the hard fucking in her ass was driving her sexually higher. She panted with arousal, her legs shaking, the weights stretching her nipples dancing. She approached orgasm. She was pissing little spurts of urine as the dildo jabbed her g-spot. The piss washed away her pussy juices and flooded across the floor. She clamped down on the dildo as her orgasm neared. Mary noted how her wrists tugged against her cuffs, the tugging of her nipples, the sensation of the dildo sliding back and forth across her ass cheeks and the quivering of her legs. But these were all secondary to the turmoil boiling inside her as she moved closer to her orgasm. Suddenly he ripped the dildo from her body. She tried to grab it frantically with her ass! If only she could get it back inside her! She squeezed her guts, uselessly trying to grab the dildo with her asshole. She pushed back searching for it, squeezing her insides. Her rectum began to be pushed from her body, a red tube a bit over two inches across sticking a good inch outside her anus. Pulling hard against her wrist bonds she wiggled her ass, searching. In her frustration she writhed against her bonds seeking release. He was behind her, watching her struggle, the way her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched, her rectum pulsing in and out of her asshole. Her flesh quivered and sweat began to roll off her. Stepping carefully to avoid slipping in the combined juice and urine that puddled across the floor he went up to the bench, laid the one he had just pulled from her body down, and picked up the next one. He casually noticed how cool this next one was compared to the heat of the one that had just come from within her. He glanced at her and looked calmly into her eyes. Eyes that beseeched him, begging for him to give her release. Bending down a bit to look straight at her, he merely watched her, amused by the frustration she felt. He noted how squeezed her nipples were. The nipples themselves flattened by the clamps on them. The clamps on her aureole were still spread apart quite a bit. Obviously the aureole, swollen by her passion were puffy enough to overcome the clamps, yet the tiny teeth on the round jaws of the clover clamps were still holding firm. He held the next dildo before her, and her eyes lit up. This was her favorite to wear, especially in public. They had made it themselves. The domed top was three inches across, quickly spreading to five inches. Not counting the neck above the flare of the base it was seven inches long, five of those inches were the full diameter of five inches also, about sixteen inches around. Then it quickly necked down to two inches before flaring out to the flat five inch diameter base. This plug, handmade from OOMOO, weighed many pounds. It severely stretched her going in, then again its length, coupled with its width, really stretched her rectum in all directions. Normally it was used only for having it inside her for long periods, not for fucking her. Mary assumed she would be released from the horse and her bonds once he had worked it inside her. The spasms in her ass had quieted by the time he returned behind her. He looked at how slick she was, how swollen her ass was, how shiny the insides of her thighs were, trickles of sweat, urine and cream running down them. Her ass hole was closed but her pussy gaped open slightly, no more than an inch, the lips thick with a light coating of foam. He wondered how her pussy had managed to foam up when it hadn't even been used. He wiped the plug along her inner thighs, coating it thoroughly , and nestled it between her cheeks, against her anus. He turned slightly sideways and used his upper thigh, below his hip, to lean against the base of the plug and put slight pressure against it. Leaning in more he watched as her anal ring began to open and accept it, at least the first inch or so. It appeared to enter her further but he knew this was just an illusion. Her anus was being pushed inside her, but not yielding to the plug yet. He pushed slowly, but with greater pressure. Mary felt her ass open a bit, to the point where now a small pain was beginning to build. Soon she knew that it would become an increasingly dull ache, and then it would feel as if her pelvic bones would have to separate to let it in. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, knowing how hard it was to get the massive plug in. Incrementally it entered her, each fraction of an inch expanding her asshole. She was breathing harder now, but not in the deep relaxing breaths but harder, quicker breaths. Her rectum was expanding, squeezing her cunt, pushing out more of her cream. God, it was getting wide! She could only wait. Wait for that moment when her ass gave way just that little and she knew it was going to slide in. when that happened her anal ring would run down the plug, a white stretched band encircling the five inch diameter plug and appear to suck it in. This was what happened when someone fisted her, and when finally gaining admittance inside her, commenting on how she had sucked the hand in. But it really wasn't getting sucked in, it was just that her pussy or ass ring mad it over the "hump" of the knuckles and slid down the back of the hand. The pressure built in her ass as he pushed harder. The intensity of the pain stimulated her, excited her. The stretching of her rectum likewise compressed her pussy and her squashed cunt responded by starting to flutter. Her inner thighs tightened and shook. She couldn't cum like this but it was the excitement that kept her going, made her extreme, drove her into going over the top. Ahhhhhhh.......that was it! The angle was just right, her ass was so stretched, but she knew she was going to make it. Just a little bit more...... oh, there....yes.....it was going in. Quickly the huge plug now rushed in and her ass lips closed over it, nestled around the short throat that led to the base. Relief! Sweet relief! It was in her. Her entire rectum stretched, full, her pelvis seeming to be enlarged, bones spread. Her vagina now a flattened chamber, her g-spot pressed hard, forcing her to spasm. Her pussy was so compressed that as she squirted there was nowhere for the pee that jetted from her peehole to go. It merely build up inside, putting further pressure on her abdomen. She waited now, ready for her bonds to be released, wondering where he was going to take her, as he always did when the plug was inside her. Instead he kept up steady pressure, forcing her partly closed anal ring against the flatness of the base. She couldn't believe it, what was he doing? She wasn't sure that she could take the base also, the plug would have to penetrate her inner sphincter and it was to wide for that, what was he thinking? He pushed harder, substituting his hand for his hip, so he could work the base inside her. He stepped back and braced, and leaned into her. Mary held her breath although she was unaware of it. She wanted it in, the whole thing. She wanted the base inside so it would push out her anal ring. She wanted to be led in public and be shown to people so they could marvel at what she had done. Her cunt quivered with the idea of taking the whole thing, it would be a first. She wanted more, she always did. She wanted a bigger one, and longer, shoved up her ass, swelling up her belly, weighting her insides. She wanted it in her and she would walk around, feeling it jostling her insides, pushing her internal organs around, see it bouncing and moving within her belly, a huge bulge in her abdomen that she could caress with her hands. She pushed back against him as well as she could, not sure where the hold up was. Was her asshole not opening? Was her inner ring the stopping place? She leant forward as much as she could, then hurled her body back. She felt the nipple clamps tug hard, the weights swinging wildly and she had just enough time to wonder if the clamps hadn't been on for too long when it went in. He had given a massive thrust as she shoved back. The plug entered her! Her body gave way! As her asshole stretched over the flange of the base her inner ring also gave way and it entered her intestines. His momentum carried him further and as his hand entered her, pushing the plug, it just continued deeper. Her mind and body exploded. Her cunt shook, her clit distended, her insides spasmed and she internally ground her muscles against the mass inside her. She neared orgasm, she wanted to cum desperately, she had to cum, but she couldn't. It was too much for her and she couldn't. Something needed to be on her clit, a clamp maybe. Or she needed to grind against something. But there wasn't anything there. Just an excruciating pressure that was driving her lust and at the same time denying her. Her inner ring closed around the base of the plug and it was fixed deep inside here. She could feel the pressure of it where it pressed against the horse and her abdomen. It was difficult for her to breathe. He saw this and came around and released her wrist restraints and carefully and slowly helped her to stand on her widespread feet. She wanted to bend over and roll her stomach, to feel what was inside her. He bent down and released her ankles and helped her stand. Her feet slipped on the wet floor and he held her up. Her hands dropped between her legs and she grabbed herself and rubbed and beat on her clit. She had even forgot to ask permission to cum so desperate was her need. Her body was trying to reject the mass inside but the plug was buried to deeply. She could feel her body trying to eject it but all she wanted was to cum. Taking deep, wracking breaths she masturbated desperately. He held Mary as she went up on her toes as she came. Her body convulsed, her flattened, distorted pussy convulsed, she shook, the pee trapped inside her released, and she came. The violence of the contraction started to force the plug from her and it was pushed down. However it was too tightly trapped in her intestine, held there by her inner sphincter so her rectum started to eject from her body instead. That red tube of glistening flesh unrolled from her asshole. A red tube with a hole in the end that led inside her, but was now extending out from her anus. The lower the plug dropped the further her ass prolapsed, until it was about four inches outside of her. Still her orgasm continued and her prolapsed anus pulsed. As her rectum rolled outside of her body the base of the plug finally stopped a couple of inches past her asshole, only it was wrapped up by her rectum. Her asshole was an incredibly stretched ring through which jutted her rectum surrounding the lower part of the butt plug. The opening at the top of the rectum was now a gaping hole, inverted to outside her body and the base of the plug was visible up that hole. Mary collapsed over the horse as her orgasm shook through. Her upper body lay against the bench of the horse as her butt stuck out behind her, and sticking out of her ass a good six inches, was her rectum, about four inches across, a gaping hole at the end. Mary collapsed like this, spent, exhausted, wanting to just be there forever. (I switched to first person as it is easier to write) I laid partially draped over the horse, taking in deep breaths, my heart pounding. There was a wonderful ache in my ass. I rested there while my body stabilized, lost in my own space. Gradually I became more aware of my surroundings, hearing the gentle patter of my juices hitting the floor, the fire in my nipples from the clamps and above all, the weight of my prolapsed rectum. Groaning I straightened up and could feel the plug adjusting itself inside me. The base was in my rectum but outside my anus, the plug still in my colon. I asked him if he would remove my clamps, which he did, then massaging my breasts. This time the pain of removal was not arousing, but his touch was. I reached behind and felt the extension of my rectum. Not believing what I was feeling I walked (waddled?) over to the full length mirror. Jutting out of my ass was a huge mass that was my rectum. A bright red tube of flesh with a gaping hole in the end, it was the entrance to my colon, and it was outside my body. I was not sure how I felt about this mentally, but physically it was amazing. Just then the doorbell buzzed. I looked at him questioningly and all he did was jerk his head up, telling me to go open the door. Without hesitation I started towards the steps upstairs. I could actually feel my rectum bouncing and the plug jostling my insides. I exaggerated my steps on the stairs and rolled my hips a bit more than normal, but the feeling inside made me, made the slut inside come out. I held my hand over my abdomen and I could feel it moving inside of me. I slid my hand down between my legs and lightly brushed my fingers back and forth across my clit, causing me to tighten up inside and squeeze my inner muscles around the plug. My pussy was being agitated and I like agitation. Strutting through the house to the door, back arched, pussy out, legs widespread, I peered through the peephole. It was Sue, my best friend, my sister sub who sometimes switched me, something I could never do with her, or anyone else. Often I had been her pet. I opened the door, stark naked, and hoped no one was passing by in front of the house. Sue looked at me and started laughing, she knew me pretty well. I let her in and closed the door while she looked me up and down. She noticed that my nipples were long and jutting out but still slightly flattened from the clamps, and the red marks on my aureole. She reached out and softly stroked my breasts. When I turned to walk her down to the dungeon she saw my ass and froze. "Whoa! She exclaimed, what happened?" I gave her the story quickly as we headed back down. She was very excited by it, this is something she had never seen before, and it also explained why my rectum was still prolapsed from my body, being held out by the plug. She began removing her clothes on the stairs and only had to step out of her shorts when we got down to the dungeon. Undressed, she smile acknowledged him with a smile then turned back to me. She took hold of one of my nipples and led me over to the sling and helped me into it. Sue stared at my prolapsed rectum for the longest time, seeing it pulse with the beat of my heart. She reached out one hand and brushed her fingers through my matted pubic hair, her other hand sliding between her own legs and stroking herself. It was as if she was trying to accept what she was seeing, but clearly she accepted it enough to be aroused by the sight of it. Finally she dropped to her knees, her face inches away from me, and slid her hand from my pubic hair, across my pussy and wrapped her hand partly around my rectum. It was far to big for her to close her hand around and she just stroked it, milked at it. Then leaning forward, I saw her tongue come out and tentatively she licked it. Then more aggressively, all the while she was stroking herself. She licked me, feeling how soft the tissue was, how pebbly the surface. She took my prolapse in both hands and milked it, as if she were stroking a cock. She tongued the end, then slowly inserted her tongue inside. At first she just flicked her tongue in and out, but was soon pressing her lips to the end of my prolapsed rectum, working it in as deeply as she could. I did not have a great deal of sensitivity there, but I could feel it nonetheless. But the most erotic part was watching her. She actually began to make love to it. Both hands wrapped around my rectum, holding it; her mouth pressed tightly against the end, open, her lips curled back, her tongue digging inside me. I had dropped a hand down and was quietly fingering myself, feeling my pussy trying to react to that. She looked up at me and told me that she could feel the pulsations of my vagina. Then she said that she had to try and pull the plug out. I looked over at him, who was just sitting in a chair watching us. He made no reaction so I let her go ahead. She stood up, and started to slide a hand inside of my prolapsed rectum as it stuck out six inches from my ass. She sort of breathed out "oh my god" over and over. She was unable to comprehend that her hand was entering my colon, but was outside my body. Her hand went in easily and she pushed it in until it reached the base of the plug. I was a little nervous now, afraid that when she pulled it out, more would come along with it. Her finger tips hooked over the flange of the base and she started to pull. I wanted to help her by pushing but was afraid to do that, so I laid there, relaxing my anus as much as I could. It actually started to come out with not much effort and I watched transfixed as my rectum began to widen both where her hand was and where the plug was, with a little narrower collar between where the base and the actual plug was. It mushroomed out to about six inches across and turned a more pink color than the bright red. Slowly her hand came out withdrawing the plug but my rectum hardly came out any further. It began to collapse as she withdrew further until finally her hand was visible outside of it, then the plug. Like a cock retreating back into its sheath my rectum just oozed back inside me. Sue looked at me again, her eyes wide and wondering. When the plug left me my compressed pussy blossomed out and a substantial amount of the remaining juices began to flow out. Sue commented how I must have had one hell of an orgasm as she watched the flow draining out of me. She slid her right hand into my cunt and swirled it around a bit, then withdrew it. She had done this to get her hand lubricated, then she slid it through my anus. It was at this moment that I became just a piece of meat to her, something to play with, to explore. She wouldn't be really concerned with me, she only wanted to use me to experiment with and satisfy her own cravings, and curiosity. She took her hand out and balled it into a fist, then with a short jab she plunged it into my ass. I jumped slightly at this and sucked in my breath. My asshole was relaxed and loose, it didn't hurt, but I was caught unawares. But I liked it, not being in the mood for anything slow and sensual. Her eyes were glued to my ass as she pushed her hand in deeper. She easily went to mid forearm and passed into my colon. This was the point where I really started to get excited. It was where I could see her hand inside me as it pressed up the skin of my belly. This visual proof of what was happening inside me was the most erotic thing. I could identify with the fist inside, as if I became part of that fist and could go with it as it wormed its way inside me. It reinforced that I had part of a human inside me, the intensity and intimacy of that was incredible.......a human hand was traveling through my body and I was turned on beyond belief. Her arm penetrated more deeply, nearing her elbow. My eyes flipped back and forth between watching her arm and following her progress from the outside where my abdomen showed how deeply she was inside of me. My pussy started to flow, little seeps of my juices dribbling out. Sue would bend forward and lick it up, unconsciously running her tongue over her lips, getting all the taste she could. Damn! The girl was tasting me and I loved it. My hand was on my clit again. I tried to see as much as I could by pushing myself up with my elbows, and although there was considerable give in the sling, I was able to see pretty well. As her elbow snaked into my body, I was getting fully in sync with her. I didn't have to watch now, I could see her inside of me in my mind. I knew exactly what was going on with my eyes closed. I laid my head back, absently stroked myself and let my head do the rest. With labored breathing I felt her take me. My hand fell away from my clit, it was all inside me now. My pussy began to churn, my entire body fluttered. I knew when her elbow was inside me. Even if I hadn't felt it I knew she was now lapping my cream up continuously, letting it flow into her mouth and down her throat. I could sense how far she was inside my by the changing angle of her mouth. As her bicep entered more deeply she had to turn her face down. Now it was difficult for her to tongue as low as my cunt and her tongue was on my clit. I had to remind myself to breathe. All there was in the world was her arm deep inside me, the sensations coursing through my body, the stimulation on my clit. I began to rise to my orgasm. I felt it dually. Physically all the old familiar signs were there, and yet another part of me was watching all of this in awe, transfixed that a human was this deep inside. I heard Sue whisper to me that my heart was pounding. She could feel it beating against her forearm. My butt cheeks were clenching and unclenching, my thighs vibrating. The most sensitive area, where I could actually feel anything was at my asshole. All the rest I knew, could sense, could see, but not so much with actual nerve transmission. But ahhhhhhh, at my anus, I could feel her upper bicep sliding into me. I could feel the change from the regular oval shape of her bicep to the irregularity of her armpit and shoulder as they neared my ass. They were between my ass cheeks now and my body began to tighten. My pussy began to open and close, almost pushing itself from body. My breathing was hard, rapid. As her shoulder touched my anus, then pressed hard against it, Sue pushing it back into my body, going for the ultimate depth she could, I exploded. My orgasm ripped though me as I came on her arm. She said that she could feel the spasms running down her arm and she groaned slightly as I squeezed down on her. I collapsed fully into the sling and just let it run through me. As my orgasm began to ebb, and lessened the pressure on her arm, she began to withdraw. I laid there in my own world, feeling her withdraw as I continued to cum. every time she passed through a restricted point it re-intensified my orgasm and the convulsions of my body continued. When there were only a few inches of her arm left inside me she unclenched her fist and spread her fingers wide, then continued to pull her arm out. Once again my rectum began to emerge through my anus, this time wrapped around her arm. It pulsed as something alive and separate from me. I watched in amazement as it continued to be pulled from inside me. Didn't she know that I wanted her back inside? I wanted her shoulder pressed against my asshole. I wanted to push my own arm deep inside me, alongside her arm, opening me up to even greater amounts, stretching and widening my rectum and intestines, expanding my colon. Instead she was exiting my body, pulling my rectum out. Suddenly I noticed he was standing next to Sue, watching as her arm left my body, dragging my rectum with her. He was erect, hard as steel, his cock bloated and ready. The prolapse seem to roll out of me, until it was once again a good six inch mass. Her hand inside, pressing hard with her fingers on my guts, and especially pussy. I could see it pulsing with the contractions of my orgasm. I began to involuntarily squirt and it drenched Sue. Quickly she pressed her mouth over my vagina and drank me in. He began to slide his cock along Sue's arm and pulled her head away from my pussy so that I squirted all over both of them. He grabbed his cock and pushed it along her arm until it was pressed against my rectum. With little hesitation it began to enter me. I was almost uncomprehending, in disbelief as I watched his cock enter. This was unreal, almost too much for me to grasp. He was starting to fuck my ass, but it was on the outside. I could watch his cock bulge out my rectum, literally see it, not just imagine it. I watched the bulge his cock made in my prolapsed rectum as the head plowed in. His cock was over six inches long so when his pubic hairs nestled against the end of my prolapsed rectum the head of his cock was in my colon. Then he began to fuck me in and out. I couldn't believe it and my body convulsed harder. I was gulping for breath, my body shaking as I watched him fucking my ass. My rectum pulsating, widely stretched around Sue's arm and rippling over his cock. I could see every movement of his cock, I could see him fucking inside my body, unreal! He was ready to explode and in just a minute of furious fucking he began to shoot. Quickly withdrawing his cock from my rectum he shot his cum over it. Spurt after spurt spraying the shiny surface of my rectum, coating it with his jism. Before the squirting of my pulsating cunt could wash it away Sue was sucking it up. Her lips spread over my prolapsed insides and sucked up his cum. Her mouth was shiny with it, glistening, her cheeks were wet with a combination of his cum and my creamy spending. She jerked her forearm and fist out of me. My rectum began to retreat back into my body, but then as another convulsion shook my body it would pop back out. As I continued to cum my rectum moved in and out with each contraction. They both watched with me, it looked as I if I was being fucked by my own rectum. Sue spun around and bent over, pushing her cunt against my spasming and prolapsed rectum. Sue was trying to fuck herself on my ass. She was bent over pulling her pussy open with her hands, trying to stab my rectum into her cunt. I was finally coming down off my orgasm, my world centering on my ass and here she was, trying to fuck herself on me. Her butt was pressed against mine but it wasn't going inside her. She ground against me, pulling her cheeks apart to open up more. Then, just a bit, my rectum slid into her. Push! She cried and then He told me to push out my ass. I pushed hard, holding my breath and my rectum began to slide into her. I kept pushing, keeping my muscles tense while trying to breathe at the same time. I felt her fucking herself, her ass bouncing off mine. My rectum remained out, a two inch thick tube, six inches long, repeatedly entering her cunt. I pushed hard, his cum that had been shot into me, the juices from my ass, all were injected into her pussy. Her vagina milked my prolapsed rectum as she frantically rubbed her clit. When she came she dropped to her knees, then her side, fingering her clit. I fell back into the sling, sweating, heart pounding, mouth dry. He lifted me up out of the sling and laid me on the bondage table. I laid there, in a new place of subspace, letting my body talk to me. My muscles ticked over, breathing quieting, licking my lips, I floated. Then Sue was next to me, climbing on to the table, straddling me with her knees and sliding her pussy to my dry mouth. I slid my tongue between my lips and licked her wet pussy, tasting everything that had just happened on her swollen lips. I opened my mouth wide and pushed my tongue inside her vagina. She relaxed and flooded my mouth with all that was in her. His cum, my anal spending and her cream poured in. I reveled in having it slosh around, swilling it all with my tongue. My mind played with the idea of letting it slide down my throat rather than pushing it out to ooze over my face. I felt Sue slide down my body, her thighs flattening my breasts and bending over my rigid nipples. Her pussy dragged over my chin, as she slid further down her cunt spread across my chest. I felt the heat of her and the moist trail she left behind. My skin was cool where she had left her moisture, pubic hair rough on my skin, her ass cheeks dragging across my mound. Ohhhhhhh, it was so erotic. I let all the juices from her cunt and my rectum slide down my throat, let it enter my stomach. I now had part of him, her and myself settling into my belly, resting where it was supposed to be, back inside me. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, cuffed my hands to the top of the table and pulled my body down towards the base. My arms straightened out until I was tightly stretched, my ass at the end of the table. I was open to them, they could do whatever they wanted to me and I would lie there and accept it, want it, need it. I felt helpless to resist but would not have resisted if I could. I wanted to be used, to have disgusting things done to me, to be debased and degraded. I would not be able to see what they were doing, just feel it. Sue's hand was pressing against my asshole, but differently. Quietly she told me that she was holding a dildo in her hand, it was eighteen inches long and two inches thick, and she was going to hold it while she fucked my ass with her hand. My arms were stretched above me and tied off, breasts flattened but nipples erect. I loved my nipples when they were hard and swollen, almost an inch long. I loved playing with them feeling the hard rubbery surface, bending them over and letting them snap back into place. I loved having them poke through my clothing, feeling the fabric rubbing them. He clamped them now and stretched the chains to an eyelets at the level of my waist. They were pinched in the clamps and pulled down and outward. Sue entered my ass with her hand, bulkier now with the dildo. I began to feel the resistance of her entering me as she spread me open. When her knuckles began in, there was a moment of pressure, then she was in. Slowly she pushed deeper. I could feel her slide in, the dildo pressing against my anal ring, dragging my anus a little bit inside my body. When she reached the inner sphincter I could feel her push it before her hand. She was taking it slowly, adding pressure gradually. It began to open, yielding slightly to the bulk of her fist, then it yawned open, riding up over her fist, encompassing her hand, sliding over her knuckles then down her wrist. She was past the second hurdle and pushed quickly into my colon. With my body stretched out my abdomen would be flat and her fist moving inside me would have been visible running up my body. I could visualize the bulge of it moving up my belly, just to the left side of center. Her elbow would be close now, about to go inside me. She reached the turn in my intestines, her elbow entering. I was feeling stretched now. With the dildo it was close to having two arms in me. Her hand was worming its way in, elbow passing through my anus. There was an ache in my ass that felt good. My nipples getting stretched every time I took a breath. I could feel her hand deep inside, just under my rib cage. She must be able to feel my ribs bumping along her hand by know. I tried to take a deep breath to relax, my chest rising, my nipples stretching. I couldn't quite take as deep a breath as I wanted, her hand was compressing my lungs. I fought the panic of not being able to take a full breath, knowing that when she got in a little more it would ease off. Her hand reappeared now, moving below my rib cage, across my body. All my thoughts and feeling were centered inside me. I could see her hand inside me, snaking its way through my intestines, gripped tightly around the dildo. I could see my organs moving out of the path of her arm. As she slid her bicep into my body I could feel her breath on my belly as her head came close to me. There was a sudden release of pressure on my anus as the end of the eighteen inch dildo passed through. Oh my god! It was entirely in my body, only the top portion of her bicep was outside. The entrance to my colon was swelling from additional thickness of her elbow sliding into my intestines. Then she was all the way in, her shoulder once again pressed against my asshole. My entire anal tract itched, buzzed with the sensations of having her entire arm inside me. My pussy was leaking, coating her shoulder. I could smell myself, a mixture of my vaginal cream and sweat. My insides began to itch more, my asshole beautifully aching by being stretched around her arm. My cunt twitched spasmodically. Something else was now pressing on my anus. For a moment I was puzzled by what it was, then I realized it was his fingers sliding inside. I wanted to scream NO! NO!, but I didn't, couldn't, I wanted it too much. I wanted to be a huge canyon for them. To feel their arms in me, unbelievably stretched, beyond what was humanly possible. My body jerked with the thought, involuntarily, reacting to the possibility. I couldn't wait. PLEASE! I thought PLEASE! Open me up, spread me, fuck me. He was having trouble getting it in. My body slid up on the sweat soaked table by the force he was using trying to get in me. My nipples were stretched, pulling my breasts down hard. I prayed that the clamps would not pull off. I was nearing an orgasm and the pain in my nipples was bringing me to the edge. I centered on my nipples, feeling them being pulled, stretched hard. The stretching continued, the aphrodisiac nature of the pain enough, and I came. I convulsed on Sue's arm. Waves of my orgasm spreading through me. He took that moment to push hard and his hand popped in. The sudden shock cut off my orgasm. My mind screamed, searching for an explanation. That had never happened before, just to cut off an orgasm like that. I lurched up, against my collared arms. The clamps on my nipples snapped off, a jolt of pain searing them. But he was in, that was the important thing. My ass ached more, stretched more. My flattened cunt twitched harder, tremors of lust overcoming the compression caused by my full rectum. I could feel more expansion inside me as he formed his hand into a fist. He had grabbed the end of the dildo. He pushed more, interested only seeing if he could do it, if I could do it, take two full arms inside me. He passed into my colon, an agony that knocked the breath out of me. He dragged the dildo with him, doubling it over, sliding along Sue's arm. I overheard them commenting on the bulge in my abdomen as they watched his hand sliding through my body. As his hand began to slide across my body, past the turn, I couldn't breathe at all. Struggling for breath I tried to let them know but only moans came out of my mouth. Finally I could breathe a little and relaxed a bit. His arm continued to creep into me. I laid on the table, arms stretched above my head, legs widely spread by having two people between them as they hung over the edge. My cunt spasmed continuously, coating both of them. His hand was even with hers, but he kept going. He plunged in more deeply, until they were shoulder to shoulder, forcing my legs even further apart. I laid there, my mind screaming. Try to imagine, collapsed limply on the table, two arms inside, cunt churning, spewing out cream. No strength to resist, just twitching as the mind tried to comprehend, then it started, my orgasm. I didn't move a muscle, just laid there and came. I convulsed on them, contractions sweeping across their arms. I began to sob as my cunt contracted and spasmed. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I was doing nothing, it was just pure lust plunging through me. My body was vibrating as if electrical shocks were coursing through me. I laid there and felt it wash over me. He and Sue were being shaken, just by my ass. Sue had let go of the dildo and had grabbed his wrist and held on. I could hear there comments and it sounded as if they were driving down train tracks they were being so shaken by my ass. They were mine, held captive by my body. 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Caution--The following fiction contains scenes so vile, disconcerting and disgusting that it should not be read by anyone..Unless maybe those that move their lips while reading. It could, however, be considered required reading for those over 119 years, believe they know what is best for others, have even flirted with the idea of joining the tea party or are homophobes, misogynistic, or racist. (MMMMM/F FFF/M extreme fist) Sara and Me You know how it is, you take your wife, girlfriend or whatever out for a nice relaxing evening and there's a bunch of screaming kids at the next table. In our case we were eating on the terrace outside and at the next table were half a dozen men having a good time. The problem was their good time bled over into our good time. Besides loud they kept staring at Sara and making rude comments. Now I can't blame them for staring for Sara is slim with full breasts, silky hair, style, and an aura that screams sex. Perhaps I mis-judged them for as we were about to leave one of them came over with a couple of drinks and apologies for their behavior. We thanked them, had the drinks, and left. When we got to the parking lot I was feeling a little woozy. I didn't think I had that much to drink but thought that maybe Sara should drive. It was a very strange sensation, for when I turned to talk to Sara she wasn't next to me and I seemed to be moving in slow motion. I saw her behind me, surrounded by the men from the table next to us, and when I started over there I wasn't sure if I was moving. I could see and hear them, I just wasn't moving. I felt fine, in fact pretty good, but it was as if my legs were not listening to my brain, I just stood there looking at them feeling slightly puzzled perhaps, but that was about all. I watched as they escorted Sara to a van, then two of them came over to me and at their suggestion I willingly followed them and climbed into the vehicle with them. We were all talking comfortably, they seemed like good people, my body seemed to be working fine, but it seemed that I just wasn't completely sure it was me. It was almost as if I was viewing a movie, but that I could talk to the actors and walk into the scenes. After a drive of some duration we arrived at a nice looking home, strolled in and were led to a large recreation area, very pleasant, very friendly. We sat down and one of the men leaned forward and explained things to us. Apparently they were going to have a party with Sara and that I would watch and enjoy. This sounded fine with me and Sara seemed to like the idea. As I settled back into my chair slow seductive music with a strong back beat filled the room. Sara glided into the center of the room, swaying to the music. Now Sara is not a flashy dresser, she had on a simple light dress that reached to just below the knees, but it draped beautifully over her full breasts, clinging across her waist to drop over her hips. She does have a touch of the exhibitionist about her, is very enthusiastic about sex and is a bit of a size queen. As she undulated across the floor she was sex personified. She exuded a sheer raw sexuality that could be felt, that drew you to her to the exclusion of everything else. It was her and the music and a palpable lust that almost pressed you back in the chair. I was instantly aroused by her dance. The skirt of her dress flicked back and forth as her hips ground out the slow beat, the restricted sway of her breasts stretching out the fabric only to bob back into position with her next movement. Her hands caressed her body, sliding sensually up her sides, stroking over her chest to plunge down across her stomach, briefly molding her dress between her legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open as the music grabbed her, directing her movements, drawing her hands up to cup her heavy breasts, lifting them, offering them to her audience. She was lost in the music, enjoying her own performance as she drew up the hem of the dress, exposing her legs briefly then releasing her skirt to float back down. Her hands were drawn more frequently to between her legs, pausing there now to give a slight caress before lifting her dress or returning to the stroking of her breasts. The front of her dress was wrinkled and damp where she had pressed it into her crotch. Noting how aroused she was only spurred me on. Mentally I was ready to rip off my clothes and fuck her, but physically I could do nothing, my body refusing to obey its commands. My arousal continued to grow as once again she lifted her dress, this time lifting it higher until her pubic mound was exposed, holding it bunched around her waist, letting us drink in the view of her damp panties. Her hips rolled with the music, thrusting out with the beat, we could see that the material of her brief panties had split the lips of her pussy and they were protruding from either side of the buried fabric. She twirled, exposing her ass to our panting gaze, bending at the waist to give a brief glimpse of her panties buried in her ass cleft. My body was responding involuntarily, I was growing harder, but I had no control over my actions. Sara lifted the dress over her head and tossed it aside, still rocking her hips but now thrusting her ass at us, bending deeply, her hair spilling over her head, glancing at us between her spread legs. Her dance was of pure sex and sensuality. It was an all encompassing atmosphere of lust that wrapped us in desire and want. She seemed to control us with her movements as we followed each motion with hungry eyes, begging her to allow us to take her. She spun around as the tempo of the music increased, letting us see her bra encased breasts, the mounds of her full bosom bouncing inside their cups, threatening to spill out. Grasping her panties above each hip she slowly pulled up on the sides, grinding her hips as she pulled the fabric tighter into her vulva, exposing more of her pussy. Her body moving faster in its fluid motions as the beat speeded up, stretching her panties to the breaking point as she worked them hard against her vagina, her breasts jumping inside their restriction, her nipples making brief appearances as her boobs shook. My focus was broken when I noticed movement among the other men. Shirts were being unbuttoned, pants unzipped as the other men began to undress. I was puzzled why I couldn't join them, but not really concerned, it was just not something that I was allowed to control. Sara was cupping her breasts through her bra, the tops of her dark aureoles exposed, the nipples peeking out as she again offered them to the watching men. Her dance had lost some of its abandon as she was now aware of the men as they undressed. Her focus was more direct, she was dancing for them, no longer dancing to express the lust she alone was feeling inside herself. I realized with a start that she, unlike me, had control over her actions, that she was doing this not because she had no choice, but because she wanted to. Apparently whatever drug had been placed in our drinks, I had received a much stronger dosage. As the men finished undressing, remaining standing after sliding off their clothes, she removed her bra, letting it drop away as her hands covered her heavy hanging breasts, the erect nipples peeping between her fingers. She would mash her breasts into her chest, then lifting and holding them out, releasing them to sway under their own weight. She began to dance closer to the men, her eyes lighting on each one as she took inventory of the gifts she was about to receive. Most of the men were of average build, hung between six to seven inches. Two however were extraordinary. One guy, with jet black hair, had an incredible cock. It was bobbing heavily, struggling to grow erect against its thick weight, arcing out from his abdomen about 14 inches, lowering to nearly touch his knee, then its two and a half inch width slowly rising as he moved. It was a parody of a normal cock, thick veins extending down its length, visibly pumping blood to the great head, throbbing with energy, a bull of a cock that was going to penetrate where ever it wanted. The other cock was even more unusual, hanging straight down, well past the knees, it had a smallish head, not much larger than an ordinary cock, but growing wider as it rose until it became a huge trunk four inches across. The weight was such that the skin on either side of his cock stretched as it pulled his flesh down. I watched transfixed as it continued to fill with blood, struggling against gravity and his seemingly puny body as it inched its way up from the vertical, moving in small incremental twitches as his heart pumped blood. It slowly filled, becoming more erect. Sara was totally absorbed by these two monsters. Unconsciously she slid her panties off, unaware of her hand stroking herself between her legs as her eyes darted back and forth between the two, her face indicating her disbelief. She continued to move with the music without realizing it, her previously graceful and sensual movements now a more awkward, jerking shuffle as she stroked herself, drawn inexorably towards these men who were going to violate her. I was frightened of anybody's ability to take either of these two monsters, but Sara's face, body, movements, only reflected her lust, her desire to feel these great tools inside her. The other men had gathered around her, fondling her, running their hands over her body, fingers penetrating her. One man bent her over as she stood in front of the two giants, she reached out and grasped one in each hand, her fingers not even close to encircling them. The man behind her, pushing her over, slid his cock into her dripping pussy, she didn't even notice. She brought both of these cocks to her face, rubbing herself against them, mashing them into her face, rubbing herself back and forth against them, burying herself between them. Her face was being jerked and scraped against the two dicks as the man behind her pumped into her cunt. Another man lay down between her legs as the guy entering her from the rear withdrew, his cock shiny and dripping with her juices. She was pressed to her knees, straddling the man stretched out, lowering herself onto his stiff cock, the one that had been fucking her dropping to his knees behind her, entering her anus. She still seemed to be unaware that she was now being fucked in both holes, she could only bury her face in the great dicks she couldn't release, rubbing herself uncontrollably against them. She would try and take one in her mouth occasionally but they were to wide to fit inside. The best she could do was to flick her tongue against the heads. The two men fucking her came without her realizing it, their cum dripping from her after they withdrew, drops of thick white cum mixing with her thinner juices. They were replaced by the other two men taking up the same positions. The two that had just cum stood next to her and forced her face away from the two giant cocks, cleaning themselves inside her mouth. As she cleaned them she held tight to her two treasures, hugging them and massaging her boobs with them. Sucking voraciously on the two spent cocks, she made soft mewing sounds as her arousal spiraled upwards. Clearly she viewed the four average cocks as mere play things, something to be tolerated until the real thing was ready. I watched as she was bucked by the two driving cocks in her, oblivious to their penetrations, centered once again on the two monsters that were her existence. She had dismissed the two she had been cleaning as a pair of trifles only to be tolerated as she drew the other two close to her. One was draped over shoulder as she held the other in both hands rubbing it over her face, tonguing it and trying to mouth it until her saliva was dripping off the head. She was barely able to wait now, her need more insistent wanting to feel one of the giant cocks penetrating inside, nosing her insides apart as it split her. She was returning the thrusting of the two cocks in her, anxious to get them off, to be rid of them so she could start to feed her craving for being massively penetrated. She urged the two men on until they spent in her. She jerked herself off them, trying to push their wet bodies away so she could have her way. The two remaining men picked her up and laid her down on a narrow padded bench, my eyes swiveling to watch her. Her wide spread legs were facing me, her dripping pussy winking at me. I was enthralled by this scene, to see this person I regarded as my woman being taken by others, my only concern was my inability to participate. Sara was begging greedily to be fucked. She reached out and grabbed the 14 inch cock, thicker now that it was fully erect, unbelievably jutting almost straight out from his crotch. She pulled him over as he straddled the bench, guiding him to her wet vagina. It was an highly erotic site, yet strange also, I knew this cock was there, I could see it, but it was so enormous, so other worldly that it was difficult to accept. Its massive head covered virtually her entire pussy, even her previously splayed lips were hidden. It was weird to see how far he stood above the bench, yet his cock easily spanned the distance down to her pussy. I could see her fingers grabbing at the cock, the fingernails rimmed in white by the intensity of her grip so frantic was she in getting it inside herself. Sara was goading him on through clenched teeth, wanting him to fuck her, to force himself inside. He succumbed to her demands pushing himself forward and down. Incredibly I could see even this thick of a cock bending slightly at the resistance of her vagina. She tried moving it around her opening, searching for the right angle, growling at him to push it in. Suddenly she stopped and I could see that she began to spread open before him. He hadn't actually started to penetrate her, he was just pushing her slick outer lips inside her, but it was some sort of progress. He kept pushing against her as she held her breath.............her pussy lips popped out around the head that bulldozed into her.............parting her..........forcing its way in. We all froze watching its progress, the only motion that of the black haired man as he pressed on. The head was in. I could see her lips stretched around it, gripping it tightly, whitened in tension, to tight to let her juice or the sperm of the others out. Sara was the first to regain her breath, the rest of us just watching. She began to moan, building in volume and frequency until her sounds were more a continuous grunt. When her orgasm hit she was scrabbling at her breasts, pulling on her nipples, stretching them in her lust, her legs jerking in response to her contractions, moaning in release. You could almost feel her cunt fluttering, but anything visual was hidden by the continued inward thrust of that enormous cock. She probably had at least half of the cock in her and my view was blocked at this point but I could see the movement of the guy as he slowly pressed on. He just ignored Sara orgasm and she was unable to relax after it subsided, consumed by his advance, opened wider than she had ever been. Her legs were making kicking, reaching out motions as she humped against him, trying to work him in deeper. She was taking a cunt splitting cock and she wanted more, unable to get it in fast enough. He was now two thirds of the way in and began to pump it in and out instead of just pushing it in. Sara was humping faster now, breathing hard, then stopping, frozen, only to begin again. I could see the side of her face, twisted in lust, shocked at the depths he was reaching, at the width of his cock, grimacing as he battered her inside, but above all, excitement was written across her face. I can't tell you where the cock was going, I couldn't ask her, all I know was that he was buried all the way inside her. Her pussy was loosening a little, now making sounds as he plunged in and out, allowing little spurts of her juice to come out. He was taking long hard strokes, crashing against her clit every time he bottomed out. She was building towards another orgasm, trying to sit up and forward, desperately trying to see what she could feel. Trying to believe that she was accommodating that cock. Her hands were trying to grab his hips and pull him deeper and harder, screaming at him over and over to fuck her harder........... to FUCK ME........FUCK ME........she came again, rocking and shaking, his fucking frantic now as he plowed through her orgasm, uncaring about her, only wanting to get off himself. He came with a roar, his ass cheeks flexing time and again, pumping his huge load deeply inside her, grunting with each shot. As he finished he jerked his three inch thick cock out of her. Momentarily her pussy gaped open the width of his cock, then opened and closed with each pulse of her still spasming cunt, ejecting a river of their mixed spending. The man with the other huge cock leapt to take his place. He had been running his hands up and down its length bringing it to full erection. It was massively hard, nearly two feet long, but even with a diameter of over four inches at the base it was not stout enough to stay upright by itself. It sprouted out from his belly almost horizontally to then begin a long downward arc until the head was pointing down nearly vertically. Sara grabbed it as he stepped over her. You could truly see the size as she held the base, the head extending to her shoulder. It appeared that he was getting into the same position as the previous guy but instead two men picked her up off the bench and he laid down. For a moment his cock flopped free before he scooped it up, it almost reached over his thigh to touch the floor. Then he held it vertical while the others suspended her over the head. It was an awesome sight to see her legs dangling, her ankles alongside his body, the head of his cock just entering her vagina. She was facing me, held by her upper arms, her head bowed trying to see his cock. They lowered her down as she easily gobbled up the first ten inches or so, approaching the thickness and depth of the other cock. Her legs started to twitch, her head jerking up as the penetration became serious, her feet still not touching the floor. There was little she could do as her descent continued. She was gasping, the discomfort evident in her face as a foot of cock was inside, the head pressing against her cervix. I could tell his cock was bowing out by the bulge in her belly shifting as it moved inside her, bending, unable to pass into her uterus. Another inch in, strain on her face, her stomach pushed out when her cervix yielded to the pressure. Sara gasped more loudly, then slid into a long moan as his cock rushed up deep inside her. Her toes were finally able to touch the floor, then she was able to sink her feet down, planted firmly, all but six inches inside her. They released her as she took her weight, watching to see what she would do. She did not disappoint them, or me, or herself. Groaning, her face a mask of lust and effort, she tentatively sank down further, just a little, a small experiment, testing her reactions. She then lifted up, then back down, faster, advancing just slightly each time she went down. Her arms went out for balance, her legs shaky. She tried to lean forward to brace herself against his lower legs, but she was filled to deeply. I watched her breasts swinging forward and back with her movements, the concentration on her face, straightening up, realizing that she would have to support herself on her wobbly legs. Taking a deep breath, resolving to get the remaining inches of that huge cock inside her, she braced herself, ready to start back down. It wasn't just the depth that was the problem, she was being stretched further than she had previously. I couldn't see everything but I could see her pussy stretched open to an unbelievable extent, her outer lips mashed tightly against her thighs, her clit hard, shining, reflecting her lust. Her legs visibly trembling with the strain, her entire body shaking with excitement, she gathered herself for the final push when her legs gave out. Her body dropped heavily on top of him as her eyes popped open in shock, her breath forced out of her. She tried to raise up but one of the men held her down, keeping two feet of cock buried deep inside, her pussy stretched around four and a half inches of thick cock, 14 inches in circumference. I visually tried to imagine how big around that was and couldn't, I could only imagine how difficult it was for her to take it. Just the thought of two feet of cock inside of her was amazing, almost as amazing as the look of wanton lust on her face as she squirmed to adjust to the fullness inside. She began to rock her hips in an attempt to grind her clit against his leg, but couldn't move that far. Lifting herself against the man holding her she was able to start sliding up and down, fucking herself on his cock, moaning, her hands braced against her thighs, her boobs flying. The man had his hands around her waist, helping her to bounce up and down, his hard short breaths beginning to drown out Sara's moans. Some of the men grabbed her when her orgasm hit, preventing her from collapsing. I swear I could see her stomach expanding from the volume of sperm pumped inside her. There was no mistaking though the clasping of her pussy as it spasmed around the base of his cock. They began to haul her off him before she had finished cumming, his cock sliding out of her in a long continuous motion that seemed to go on forever. The load inside her was flowing out even before the last six inches of cock dropped out. I was only able to get a quick glimpse of her gaping cunt before she was pulled aside, the man rolled off the bench and the big black haired man with the 14 inch cock laid down. His dick was hard, the purple head full of blood, waiting to victimize her again. Without giving her time to recover she was set down on his cock, easily taking it. He reached up to pull her down to him, his tongue searching for her mouth, forcing it inside. I seemed to sense that I was beginning to have some control of my body, I wasn't sure yet, just a distant feeling. I concentrated on trying to move, and after a few minutes realized that I was gaining some control. The drug was wearing off, I was able to struggle to my feet. Noone paid any attention to me as I took a few faltering steps, all attention focused on Sara and the fucking she was about to receive. Sara was rolling her hips on the stomach of the man she was impaled on, getting all of his cock in her, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. She had been in throes of an orgasm a moment before and already she was trying for another one. The man with the two foot cock approached her from behind, his dick seemingly unaffected by his recent cum, still a monstrous red pole arcing out from his body, anchored between his legs by that huge girth, tapering to an almost normal sized head. He held his cock in both hands, advancing towards her as if he were holding a battering ram prior to smashing in a locked door. Juices still draining out of Sara, flowing between the legs of the man she was riding, dripping onto the floor as it flowed out over the bench. I had moved up to watch the two of them fuck when her head snapped up in shock as the second massive cock was forced into her stretched pussy. She paused there, stunned for a brief moment, her mind trying to understand what her body was experiencing. Then her sexual craving took over. She uttered a low moan before collapsing on to the man below her, rubbing her tits into his chest, squirming against him, trying for all the sensual feelings she could accept. I could see the movements of the man straddling the bench as he tried to work deeper into her. The effort he was making plainly evident by the strain on his features. He was advancing into her, but not without seriously pushing against her stretched pussy. I tottered back to watch, the control of my movements growing rapidly. I was amazed to see that he was a good eight inches inside her, her vagina had to be stretched out close to six inches, yet she was rocking back and forth, fucking herself on those two massive cocks, her movements growing more violent as she rammed them into her cunt. The guy on top was now just putting pressure on her, letting her movements stroke his cock as he fed it into her. I watched in disbelief as he advanced into her, bending his knees, sinking closer to her as his penetration continued. I couldn't see Sara's face to read her expression but judging from her moaning and breathing she was incredibly turned on. She had over two feet of cock in her, the man on top had to be entering her womb by now and her movements were growing more frantic. I could hear her grunt between her moans, reacting every time she rammed herself down. He was now buried inside her to all but the last six inches. Sara was now pumping harder than ever. She was supporting herself on her outstretched arms, her boobs flapping, her head bent back exposing her stretched neck, one of the other watchers feeding his cock to her, her mouth buried in his pubic hair. He was fucking her mouth in sync with her rocking on the two cocks inside her. I now had full control, feeling no after effects of what ever had paralyzed me, and stripped my clothes off, finally able to stroke my own cock. The cock in Sara's mouth began to spurt and as he came he pulled out of her, spraying her face. She lowered her head and began to force herself even harder on the two cocks. Her pussy stretched obscenely, wrapped tightly around them, her anus pushed up close to her back, her body desperately trying to accommodate the two gigantic cocks. The second cock was buried as deeply as it could go and the men were holding on as she rode them violently, her breath coming quicker, in short sharp gasps as she neared another orgasm. I reached under to massage her belly, feeling the fullness in her, the two cocks apparent to my touch through her flesh as they slid back and forth under my hand. Her head was pulled back by her hair as another cock was thrust into her mouth, the cum on her face smeared across her features as the man mouth fucking her pressed her head against him. She was once again racked by an orgasm as the three cocks pummeled her. Her body was being tossed in all directions as they fucked, ignoring her convulsions, uncaring that she was riding the crest of an orgasm, unmindful that she could barely breathe around the cock in her throat. I could feel the waves of ecstasy rolling across her stomach, traveling down the huge cocks buried in her as she came. She continued to throw herself down even as she came, lost in her frenzy. All she knew was to try and open herself more, to have her body stretched beyond human possibilities, to feel her guts churning, her organs battered internally by the invading cocks. The man in her mouth came, shooting down her throat, denying her the taste of his spending. The cocks inside her shot almost simultaneously, filling her with vast quantities, her belly expanding under my hand with the volume of cum. I could no longer feel the huge bulge created by the massive intrusions as more and more cum was pumped into her belly. Where once her stomach had been above the man under her as she supported herself with her arms, it now pressed hard against him as she swelled. Her muscles were slack, weakened from her own massive orgasms, she draped over the man under her, tossed around as they shook through their releases. As she bounced around I could see her swollen belly squeezed out the sides when she would slam down. The man on top withdrew, his cock making that long journey from inside her, his great cock flagging this time, reflecting the efforts of his second rapid orgasm as it hung straight down, flopping between his legs, extending well below his knees. Sara was pulled off the other man, two men lifting her up until she was held spread eagled, her back parallel to the floor. I could see up inside her vagina, a gaping hole with a torrent of sperm pouring out of her. As the flow began to subside the opening into her womb was exposed, stretched open, a trickle of cum emptying out of her uterus, flowing through her vagina and out the massive hole. It was like looking into a river carved cave, complete with its own small waterfall where the cum passed through her cervix to drop down into her vagina. Sara dangled from their arms, limp, exhausted, her pussy deformed from the seven plus inch oval hole made by the two cocks, her cunt muscles too stretched and tired to close. I wanted to stick my head up her, to drink in her flowing juices. Her vaginal walls pulsed with the remainder of her orgasm, glistening, red from the heat burning inside. It was a different entity, apart from her, an organ that seemed to exist for itself, a gaping hole that needed constant filling. One of the men had laid on the bench, one leg draped over the side, the other upright, his heel tight against his butt. He motioned for the two men holding Sara to set her on his knee. They turned her upright letting her legs dangle and carried her into position, setting her on the upturned knee. She needed to be supported, unable to react, unaware of what was being done to her. As she was set on the knee her vaginal lips spread around it, her dangling legs forced apart by the mans leg. As her weight was taken on to the knee, the two men gripped her just tight enough to keep her from toppling over. My eyes saw, but did not believe, as she started to slide down over the mans knee, his thigh and shin beginning to enter her. Her pussy opening, blossoming into life with this new treat, welcoming the challenge. Her legs, limp and hanging, were being spread wide, as was her pussy. Seeing her legs forced farther apart gave greater evidence to the extend she was being stretched. He had penetrated her probably three inches when her descent slowed, then stopped. Her eyes opened, she became aware of her surroundings, her body reacted to the intrusion, she began to moan. It took me a minute to realize that she was saying ......nnnnooooooo...... in long drawn out breaths. Apparently she had enough, but the men working her over had not. Taking a tighter hold on her they began to work her up and down, incrementally gaining a little penetration each time they dropped her back down. Her pussy lips, rolling in and out as they stretched over his leg, were tight as steel bands. I would have thought she had been stretched enough before to take even this, but when I rapped my hands around my own doubled up leg, my fingers not coming close to meeting, I realized how awesome this was. Surely she couldn't take anymore. Over and over they jacked her, four inches deep...........approaching five inches.........now over five inches.........her vaginal ring stretching, her pussy lips spreading, stretching, her cunt splayed over his knee, engulfing his legs. Her moans of protest were now moans of encouragement, deep seated utterances from the pit of her soul, proof of the depths of her lust. She had to burst open, nobody could take this, but instead her vagina kept spreading. Over six inches inside her, now seven inches, now eight inches and on she sank. Was this accepting something 12 inches wide? Was she taking a huge dildo made of a human leg over a yard in circumference? I was watching it but my mind couldn't accept it. A slightly louder grunt from her when he held his rigid cock against his thigh and her dimensionless pussy absorbed that. It was not a big cock, but surely any additional width had to have an effect. Her clit was about to be dragged inside her pussy, her anus was being sucked in, her cunt a huge vacuum. This unreal scene took on one more staggering dimension when I watched her asshole disappear inside of her. It just sort of rolled under itself as more of her body was dragged in. His knee visible in the bulge that crept up her abdominal walls, distorting her body even further. As her clit was sucked inside her, now scraping against his leg, she exploded in orgasm, her head back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in air then expelled it, lost in her erotic bliss. Her juice was pouring from her cunt through any escape path, lubricating her descent, flooding across the bench to puddle across the floor. The spasming pussy, the alternately contracting and relaxing vaginal muscles, aided her acceptance of his leg, her rate of descent increased. She continued to slide down while she climaxed. She was firmly impaled on his leg, long ago any support from the men was unneeded and her body swayed slightly in a circle as she slid down. We watched her, unbelieving, as she continued down, her breathing coming in shallow gulps, her lungs compressed by the mass inside her. She could not stop climaxing, the stimulation too intense, the waves of ecstasy visible even in her limp thighs as her flesh rolled with the erotic surges passing through her body. She had been penetrated a foot deep and even her continuous orgasm didn't ease her descent now, not enough to make up for the increasing width she was taking. Her progress slowed, but not stopped. We were all masturbating as we watched, occasionally shooting our loads onto her, never ceasing our pumping. She was approaching bottom, only a few more inches to go. The distance between the top of her cunt and the bottom was well over a foot. She should have been ripped in half. I was unsure if she was conscious at this point, but it didn't matter to her body, her orgasm unceasing, must have gone on for twenty minutes. I saw her eyes flicker open briefly and I gazed at her soul, the meaning of her life clearly visible. She was conscious, conscious of her incredible feat, conscious that this was what her life was about. Her life was the opening of her vagina until all things filled her, stretched her open. Until she sucked in her surrounding environment. Her ass cheeks were literally smaller now as her they were being drawn inside, her once thick bush was now a small fringe of pubic hair peeping outside of her vagina, most of her bush was now part of her cunt. Finally the remnants of her buttocks came to rest on his hip, she was done, having taken as much as she could, a great portion of her body sucked inside herself, leaving a vast open hole crammed with human flesh. She sat there, her arms wrapped around herself, embracing the doubled up leg inside her body, finished, motionless except for the waves of her orgasm washing over her. Then her legs stirred, stiffened, as she tried to lift herself up. Long soulful groans, deep visceral moans emanating, she rose, higher, then faster. Her ass cheeks coming back into view, her anus unrolling back outside, her pubic hair reappearing, a foot of his leg exposed. Then she dropped back down. Back up again, faster this time, then down. She was fucking herself on his leg. It wasn't possible, but she was doing it. Her insatiable cravings driving her on. I couldn't remember when she wasn't in orgasm, what did she want? What was driving her on? She wanted more. The expressions on her face alternated between ecstasy and anguish, reflecting her struggle between accepting the stretching she was undergoing and satisfying her lust. It was awesome, watching the parts of her body sucked inside her on the down stroke, unfolding from within her on the upstrokes. Over and over she fucked herself. She was right, there was more. I can't say she exploded in orgasm as she had never stopped cumming, but she certainly advanced to a higher level. I found out later for myself what she experienced, but at this time I couldn't comprehend it. I just know that she went somewhere I had never experienced. She seemed to grow larger, the energy created by her new climax could be felt, it seemed as if cum would burst from her entire body. She had stopped her fucking motions, frozen in position, rooted by the leg inside her ........... and just climaxed ............ endlessly. We watched her, stroking our cocks, covering her with thicker layers of our sperm while her body experienced the uninterrupted succession of orgasms. I think most of the men came on her an additional two or three times as she hung there anchored on his leg, absorbing her energy, just staring at her, unable to accept it. I stood there absolutely stupefied, as we all did. I should have been drained, physically and mentally, from what had just happened but in fact I don't think I had ever been more excited. Sara was lying there, covered in cum, a serene expression on her face. I just stared at her, still gently stroking my rigid cock, thinking it is my turn now, or rather it had better be because I am going to explode without further release. I couldn't get the image of Sara sliding down that guys leg, they way she was stretched and opened up, the way she awoke to new sexual heights until complete penetration was the only thing that could satisfy her. I don't know how she was able to accommodate so much but I will never forget the sight of her riding herself up and down on his leg, how her body seemed to be drawn inside herself, the way her legs shook with her excitement and effort, the way her arms wrapped around her stomach encompassing the great bulge of her stretched abdomen and the clearly exalted expression on her face. I would have been concerned for her well being but the obvious expression of satisfaction on her face was proof of her contentment. I turned as three naked women entered the room who had been viewing the show unseen. Apparently it was their turn for some fun and I was to be their participant. If they had any doubts as to my willingness I quickly put them to rest. I was surrounded by the ladies and was immediately engulfed by breasts and bellies, arms and legs and all sorts of female apparatus. I was more than ready, well beyond the stage of foreplay, but my eager grasping were restrained and I was led out of the room to a large bathroom, almost a lockeroom. I was placed under a warm shower and soaped down. I couldn't blame them as I had worked up quite a lather during Sara's display. It was an incredibly sensuous feeling to have those soapy hands roaming my body and I just stood there luxuriating in the sensations. The feeling was kicked up a notch when I felt a smooth object inserted into my ass. There was no need to inquire as to the reason as almost immediately warm water started to flow into me. Faster than I would have thought possible I felt my abdomen swell with the influx of water. After I judged myself to be more than adequately cleaned out I was led back into the playroom. I laid down on a wide padded bench as two of the women knelt next to me and began to stroke me in a most sensuous fashion. Laying there relaxed, yet stimulated, letting the movements of their hands bring me once again to rigidity, their mouths joining their exploring fingers, stroking my cock, a ball, then the second, entering a mouth, my breathing coming quicker. Warm wet lips descended on my cock as I felt my head penetrating, the glans sliding over her tongue and entering the throat. My hips started a slow rhythmic rocking as I fucked into her mouth, her breathing loud as she drew breaths through her nose, bypassing her filled mouth. Erect nipples capping dangling breasts were drawn over my chest as one woman brought her lips to mine, insinuating her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it in deeper, feeling it swirl inside, exploring me. I pressed hard against her lips forcing her in as deeply as she could get. I reveled in the feeling as a cool ointment was spread across my anus, her fingers pausing, pressing lightly against my asshole. I tensed, my hips still, waiting. Was she? Was she going to go in? Oh God...she went in, three fingers sliding inside, tentatively then with a sudden plunge she buried them to the full depth. My anus tightened around her fingers, my balls drew up tighter, suddenly we were at a new, higher level. Her fingers wiggled and scissored inside me pressing against the walls of my rectum. I released my breath as she withdrew to caress the opening leading inside. Her fingers circled my ass, teasing, probing, letting the suspense build. The woman sucking on my cock swallowed as she ingested my pre-cum. I was waiting again, feeling the tension, hoping that was not all, that she would enter me again. Four fingers plunged in this time in one quick entrance, opening me wider and penetrating more deeply. Then quickly in and out, working her fingers and my ass, rapidly forcing me wider with each thrust. She pulled out and without pausing plunged her entire hand inside me. I lurched in response, tightening further, still not breathing, my stomach fluttering with excitement. She pumped into me repeatedly, my anus expanding momentarily as her knuckles passed through then tightening as her wrist entered me. One more withdrawal and she quickly curled her hand into a fist and shoved against me. This time she had to fight the resistance of my anal ring as I felt myself trying to spread to accept her. She pushed harder, straight in, not twisting, not working it, just a straight-ahead push that left me no room for escape. My anus was being pushed into me until finally I felt myself start to spread open, a slight yield to the inexorable pressure. My anal ring was riding up and over her fist, yielding and expanding as she entered me. I willed myself to relax, not sure if I would be able to take the bulk of her fist when my outer sphincter gave way and I swallowed it. Without pause she withdrew then plunged back in, over and over in short quick strokes. My anal opening was vibrating with her thrusting, my anal lips riding up and down over her fist. Then she stopped inside me, her fingers opening, probing for greater depth, searching for the second, deeper sphincter that would allow her to go deep. I became aware that there was no motion, no action around us as my eyes roamed across the audience witnessing my penetration. Momentarily I lost concentration, then as her fingers probed the end of my rectum I returned to focus on the thrill of her deep penetration. Her exploring fingers found the opening into my colon and began to worm their way deeper, spreading my flexure as her fingertips passed through. I could feel her penetrating more deeply as well as feeling her forearm beginning to enter well past the wrist. A bulge began to show on my abdomen on the left side, proof of the deepness of her invasion. The growing bulge vanished as she pulled back outside my colon only to ball her hand back into a fist and plunge deep again. As her fist bulled its way past the sphincter I moaned explosively through clenched teeth at the eroticism of a fist sliding deep inside me. She had worked her way inside far enough so her wrist was past that inner constriction, the bump of her fist pushing out my flesh some way past my navel. I was grunting in lust to such an extent that for a minute I was not conscious of additional fingers snaking their way through my anus. I caught my breath as I digested this new stimulation, my ass stretched around her forearm as the opening increased rapidly with the introduction of four more fingers. Involuntarily I began to pant, wanting to be spread more, beginning to understand Sara's ability to take more and respond to it. I don't know what I was doing externally but internally my mind was expanding as fast as my anus. I lay there mentally digesting the fact that one hand and half a forearm was buried inside me and a second hand was creeping inside with the first. I knew my breathing was coming short and fast and that my toes were curling and I was tense with excitement but all I could really feel was the slow progression of a second hand and the spreading that was taking place. I didn't even realize that it was a different woman that was inserting the second hand, all I knew was that I was being opened like never before. A longer whoosh of expelled air and a slight reduction in pressure as my anal ring encircled the wrist, briefly though as the second forearm started to enter me. My inner sphincter was now being assaulted and stretched, spreading around the entrance of another hand. OhhhhGgggooooddd it was passing through, two hands in my colon. My cock was attempting to respond, shaking in the hand of some woman, little spurts of pre-cum ejecting as knuckles or wrists buffeted my prostate forming pools of cum on my belly that rolled off my skin as the bulge of the hands lifted my abdomen up. My anus felt as if it were gaping open, visible to all that wanted to look up inside me. My knees were drawn up further exposing me to the gaze of others. I was pleased to see Sara sitting next to me, stroking me with her hand. One hand started to advance again, the taut skin of my belly separating into two distinct bulges, one moving higher then turning to the right as it sank deeper into my colon. My anal ring stretched to a greater width and I didn't realize at first that an elbow was entering me. My anus yawned open, pausing as it reached around the elbow and forearm to finally gulp it in. My body was literally tingling with the eroticism of the penetrations and I was moaning continuously, gulping in air between moans. The women were alternating pushing into me so that it looked as if some giant inchworm was crawling inside me as their fists joined then separated. I couldn't believe how open and exposed I felt, how erotic the sensations were, the disbelief that two people were deep inside me. Sara was now working my cock, licking and sucking it as she pumped it with her hand. The third hand that was pressed against my anal opening was her other hand. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it, but liked the idea of it, particularly that it was Sara's. When she was able to work a couple fingers inside, my guts seem to melt even further, churning with the unreal erotic charge. I began to hump against the arms already lodged inside me and against her advancing fingers. She lowered her mouth to inhale my cock as she slid her free hand over my abdomen to feel the two fists moving inside me. I was having difficulty in mentally accepting the amount buried inside me, one arm in past the elbow, another with the elbow just about to enter my rectum and now a third sliding in. I can't describe how open I felt as I braced my feet against the pressure of the entry, my knees as widely spread as possible, my anus spread and open to view. It was so erotic to be this open. As tightly as I was packed I still felt loose, as if anything inside me could just fall out. I couldn't imagine where my stomach and other organs had been shoved. Sara now had her flat hand inside and the other two women were shifting positions to be able to get in further. They pushed on, biceps stretching me out, a massive bulge appearing on the left edge of my torso like a buried comet with a trail comprised of a ridge formed by the two arms attached to the fist bulge. I was heaving my hips up and down, working to get them in deeper, not ready at this stage to accept any limits, only wanting more and more. I was to stretched to offer any resistance against their advances, to widely stretched to be able to clamp down with my anus. I was open......a pit to bury their arms in, open to any invasion they wanted to make, and I loved it. The continued stimulation of my prostate promoted a steady stream of pre-cum, which Sara sucked down as it was discharged. I mashed my crotch against her face, trying to bury my cock down her throat. The other women held still as Sara worked deeper into me, her hand sliding through my inner sphincter, scraping along their forearms, the unbelievable spreading as her elbow entered me, pressing against their biceps. I watched transfixed as I viewed the advance of her hand, waiting for the magic moment when her hand joined with theirs. My ass cheeks were flattened as they spread away from each other, my insides were quivering in lust, my legs were shaking from lust, I was no longer in control of myself, my body could only react to my excitement. I lay there shaking, mentally visualizing as well as feeling her arm reaching farther inside me. Then she reached the other two hands, three biceps gripped tightly by my anal ring and outer sphincter as the women joined hands into one great fist. A huge ridge ran up from my crotch, across my belly and started back down towards my crotch. My lust was so great that I kept hunching myself against the three arms, but not willfully. I was in too much of a sexual fog to do this consciously, it was just a physical reaction to the incredible stimulation. Three women with their arms buried almost to the shoulder were penetrating inside my body. They began to try and fuck me in unison but were to tightly wedged to make much movement. Mostly I slid back and forth on the bench. Gradually, as I loosened slightly, they were able to make longer thrusts. I laid there limply, letting the sensations of their thrusting arms carry me to greater heights of erotic lust. At times I felt as if I were only a gigantic hole designed to receive their thrusts, but I couldn't deny the movement of my organs as they were jostled around by the fucking of their arms, or the lustful shaking of my limbs as they quivered in response to my excitement. Their strokes grew longer as my ass hole was first pulled out from my body then shoved back inside with their inward strokes. I knew I was moving to higher and higher erotic levels as they fucked me but it wasn't until I noticed Sara's lips moving against me, her face buried against my pubic hair as she sucked on my cock, that I was cumming directly into her mouth. The magnificent stimulation of my anus had focused me solely on their thrusting, my orgasm had become an incidental reaction to that intense stimulation. I lay there as my body was buffeted by their long deep strokes, unwilling to react and thrust against them, content to be the opening that they were fucking. As their strokes lengthened to 18 inches my unresisting body began to be lifted off the bench only to be slammed back down on the in strokes. Sara was no longer able to suck me as they forced against me although I continued to spew streams of cum in response. Finally, after one massive thrust they jerked their arms from inside me and I collapsed back down on the bench, my anus gaping and open, my cock pumping cum, my body limp and yielding. One of the women buried her face against my anus as my stretched asshole covered her entire face. She then slid up and took me into her mouth, drinking down the final spurts of cum. The women then knelt alongside the bench resting their elbows against each others, their fingers intertwined and wrapping around to form one great exposed fist. I had not been able to fathom how Sara had taken so much earlier but now it was clear. It simply couldn't be resisted. I staggered to my feet uncontrollably attracted to that huge mass of hands and arms, knowing I had to take it inside me. I centered my body over it and lowered myself down. I made contact with it and began to squirm atop it looking for the right angle of entrance. It felt like I was sitting on a barstool. I felt my anus begin to open, my anal ring spreading and stretching over it. In an agony of sexual drive I lowered myself further, continuing to spread, not believing how far I was stretched. I reached down to feel how much had penetrated and couldn't believe that I still had a ways to go before my ass would envelop the massive fist and it would be inside me. Further I stretched, any pain sublimated by my arousal and need. I opened more, stretched a little more, then......OH MMMYYYY GGGOOODDDDDDD it was in and my anus closed around the relatively smaller thickness of their wrists. Now I could sink down faster. A slight pause and adjustment and they were inside my colon, my anus spreading open again as the three forearms entered me. I sunk down until my ass was resting on their biceps. I lifted off them, then back down again, fucking myself on this huge cock. Faster I went and this was the most erotic feeling of all. There was no way that I could orgasm and yet I felt the shivers leading to an explosion coursing through my body. As I forced myself faster and harder on the combined fists my cock began to shoot long thick streams of cum with each down stroke, my balls painfully contracting and shooting. Over and over I came, up and down relentlessly as a huge pool of cum formed on the bench to flow out and run on to the floor. I was beyond anything now, I could only compulsively force myself up and down, never wanting this unearthly stimulation to stop. I began to intensify the feelings even more by pulling all the way off and then slamming back down again. My asshole gaping open momentarily then mushrooming around their combined fist, engulfing it. Fucking myself with as long of strokes as possible. My ass opened repeatedly, compulsively spreading myself, reveling in the rough stretching every time I swallowed that knuckled fist. I was near hyperventilating in my excitement, emitting short explosive grunts as I fucked myself. My body was flying, my quaking legs barely able to support my weight, ready to give way as I jerked myself off their fists. Suddenly Sara took her other hand and wrapped it around the other three. As I forced myself down I couldn't take. The looseness I had felt earlier, despite being filled, now gone. Realizing that no matter how much I wanted it that there were limits. Yet my anus expanded to new dimensions, stretching, stretching, as I bore down harder, unmindful of any consequences. My feet were coming off the floor, my entire weight supported on my reluctantly yielding ass. Mentally I was lost, I had to have this in me but I couldn't accept that it was possible. Physically I was making infinitesimally small progress. Ever so slowly I spread, my entire being waiting, feeling myself open to an impossible width. My ass cheeks pushed widely apart, separating my body, my gaping anus yawning in desperation. Then I stopped, unable to stretch out any more. I bounced on their fists, rocking my ass against them, straining to open, but it was no use. I could not work my desperate anal ring over that bulk. The two women grabbed my arms and pulled down, trying to use their weight to spread me further. I felt a slight give, my sphincter stretching just a bit and somehow I began to open up again. In agony I opened further, my whole body seeming to expand as if some massive tree was being forced inside me. My pelvis was forced open stretching around them, yielding excruciatingly to my desire. They hauled harder on my body, trying to will me open further as they pulled me against their fists. Sara was begging me to accept it, to force myself down onto her arms, opening as never done before. Then it was inside me. With a whoosh my body was full and I sunk down, my abdomen a huge pregnant bulge, my cock erupting with a long continuous stream, four hands buried inside me. Comments to [email protected]

THREE, PLUS ONE All three parts (FF/F, M/F, fist, extreme) HEY! YOU! DONATE TO NIFTY! HOW MUCH WOULD IT COST YOU TO BUY THESE STORIES? I mean here's NIFTY.ORg With lots of good STORies So please donate MORe A friend of ours is a porn story writer (part time), & we asked her to write us a story.... Here is the 1st part.... Her name is Duress & we are M&D Part 1 Sue told me she knew this couple and that the wife had been coming on to her. She thought that Denise, the wife, had no idea about our lifestyle, really thought it was more role playing than anything else. She wanted me to seduce Denise and give her an example of what we are. Sue, as my owner, knew that the slightest suggestion was all it would take for me to carry out her wishes. She called Mike, Denise's husband and let him know what was going on, then called Denise and set up a lunch date with us three girls. The only thing was that Sue planned on not making the lunch. Two days later I was getting ready to meet Denise. I selected black slacks and a black silk sleeveless top with a deeply scooped neck, very deep. That was all I planned to wear, well sandals also. I met Denise at the restaurant and told her that it would be just us two as Sue couldn't make it. There was no question she was disappointed. Clearly she thought something might happen, or hoped it might, as she was dressed to kill. It was a pleasant day and we took a small round table outside. I sat more next to her than across from her and began my seduction routine. Well, it was hardly a routine as this sort of thing was new to me, but I had decided I would act the way I would like to be seduced. Denise ordered wine and I had ice tea and as we waited for our order I would gaze very directly in her eyes as we chatted. Quickly the conversation turned to Sue and me and our D/s relationship. I explained how we lived our lives and Denise wanted to know more about the lifestyle. I hardly had to feign passion about it and while talking to her would lean close in, looking directly at her, sometimes casting my eyes down for a moment. I made sure she could look down my top as the material fell open. My hand would rest lightly on her arm when I wanted to make a point, gradually lingering a little longer, brushing it a bit. As we ate it was apparent that she was very interested, asking all kinds of questions. My gestures became more intimate as her interest grew, becoming more like caresses. I began to tell her more in detail about us while running my hand along her upper arm, or stroking her forearm when it rested on the table. Her eyes were growing brighter and she was leaning closer towards me. Sometimes she would place her hand on top of mine to show her agreement in something I was saying. It became very natural for me to reach out and tuck her hair back behind her ear or wipe off a nonexistent speck of food from the corner of her mouth. I was finding this exciting and I know my excitement was evident in my voice and my breathing. One time, when I reached over to touch her arm my hand extended too far and I brushed over her breast. Her face flushed, not from embarrassment but from yearning. She now had her hand clasped over mine where it rested on the table, her fingers curling around my palm. We gazed into each others eyes, enjoying the electricity that was building. My other hand slid down under the table and rested on her thigh. She dropped her other hand on top of my forearm and started to stroke it by running her palm up and down. She could not have missed the goose bumps that raised my flesh. As I leaned forward more I pressed my stomach against the table and pushed my body up towards her. I could feel the silk fabric sliding down my front until at least part of my nipples were visible. I couldn't help myself and my hand started to slide up and down the top of her thigh. We were no longer eating at a restaurant but were in a world by ourselves, the outside world cutoff, all attention focused on each other. I was feeling decidedly warm and I knew she could feel my skin moisten and warm under her hand. Likewise I could clearly feel the heat of her thigh. I slowly ran my hand over her thigh, across her upper leg until the edge of my hand was pressed against her body. I held it there, my fingers just above the juncture of her thighs. Very slightly her legs separated and I paused for a while, then tentatively slid my hand over her thigh and between her legs, just a bit. We continued to talk all this time. How could we be aware of anything outside of each other, we were talking and at the same time were both aware of the physical presence of each other and very lightly exploring that. Her breathing was becoming more pronounced and her voice huskier. I dipped my fingers a touch more between her legs and her legs separated a bit further. I pressed my hand harder against her and slipped lower. Her fingers tightened like steel claws around my arm and I froze, afraid I had gone to far. But she pulled my arm down, forcing my fingers to touch her lower. I could feel her heat through the fabric of her slacks. Her eyes dropped down to stare at my chest, the aureole of my nipples visible above the material of my top, my nipples jutting through the fabric just below the hem of the neckline. I pressed my hand into her crotch, feeling her legs open and her butt rock slightly in her chair. Our faces were now just inches apart. I described to her how Sue was my mistress and the things we did. She asked more questions, clearly becoming carried away with it all. My hand was still between her legs but I began to withdraw it, very slowly running it up and across her stomach until the back of my hand was rubbing across her breast. I pushed against her breast, feeling her hardened nipple. I continued up, rotating my hand until the palm was down, dragging it across her neck, then cupping her cheek and lightly stroking it. My knee was pressed against hers. I turned my hand, the one resting on the table, inside of hers and stroked her fingers. Sensually I slid my hand off her cheek and back down her body, pausing slightly as I cupped her breast before returning it between her legs. I really don't remember paying the bill and leaving the restaurant but I do remember us standing in the parking lot and kissing. Still oblivious to the other people, to anything but each other. There was no question that I was going to go home with her. We arrived shortly at her house and barely made it through the door before we were in each others arms, frantically kissing and removing each others clothes. She told me to stop a minute as she had to go to the bathroom. There was no way I was going to stop and instead followed her. When she sat down I straddled her, sitting facing her, my thighs sitting on hers. I told her to go and took her head between my hands and placed my open mouth over hers. I pushed my tongue as deeply into her mouth as I could. When I heard her start to pee our lips mashed together, my tongue almost reaching into her throat. I started to pull back and as I did she wrapped her lips around my tongue. I began to fuck her lips and it felt as if she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. I heard the last of her pee and pulled my mouth back. I told her now it was my turn, and to spread her legs if she could. Not an easy thing to do with me sitting on her. My hands dropped to her breasts and cupped them for a moment before sliding around her. I pulled her towards me and attacked her mouth again as I began to pee. We could feel the hot flow between us, most of it draining between her legs and into the toilet. As I peed she pushed my tongue from her mouth and slid hers into my mouth. She washed the inside of my mouth, sliding her tongue across my teeth, the roof, everywhere. She ground against my lips as hard as she could. It was so exciting I could hardly go, instead my pee spurted out of me in fits and starts. Finally when I had finished I stood up and pulled her up to me, then led her towards the bedroom. This was so exciting, I was taking actions, not reacting as I usually did, actually as all I was allowed to do. I pushed Denise into the center of the bed on her back and crawled on top of her. As I ground my pussy against hers we kissed. I asked her if she was ready to try some of the things that Sue and I did. She didn't have to say yes, I could tell by the excitement in her eyes. I slid down her body, tonguing her nipples, tasting our urine on her. Sliding off I ran to fetch my purse and took out some of the things I had brought with me. I cuffed her ankle to wrist, ankle to wrist, then tied her off to the far corners of the headboard. She was in the center of the bed with her legs pulled up and out and after I tucked a couple of pillows under her butt she was totally open to me. Her pussy was soaking wet and surprisingly open. I wasn't sure if I had ever seen a pussy this wet and yet still yawning open. I stood on the bed and took one of her feet and guided it to my pussy, feeding her toes inside me, getting them nice and wet, using this time to talk to her, giving her some indication of what was in store for her, but not everything. I didn't let her in to the arrangements that Sue had made with Mike and myself. I removed her soaking foot from inside my pussy and dropped to my knees, so I could lick her wet toes. As I sucked each one into my mouth and cleaned them off, sliding my tongue between them, I watched her excitement grow. One of the great things about being bound, and one of the worst. was not to be able to touch yourself or your partner. Only able to be there, at the whim of the other. Her breathing was rushed, panting, excited. I crawled down the bed and licked her pussy. She was so wet and with her legs spread, she was open. I tickled the opening to her pussy, my tongue entering easily, swirling around inside her. Sitting up I could feel the air on my face, cooling as her juices evaporated. I curled my fingers down on my right hand, not making a fist but just with all my fingers extended and my thumb pressed in against my palm. Then I brought my fingers down so that my hand was still straight but the fingers curled down. This seems to be the easiest way to enter inexperienced girls. I rubbed the middle knuckles of my fingers around her pussy and began to push in. I don't know if she was in fact experienced or just so aroused and lubricated, but my hand began to enter easily. I really hadn't intended to go in yet, just fooling around, hadn't even added lube yet, but I was sliding in. Not wanting to miss this opportunity I continued to push in gently and she just took me. Her lips glided smoothly over my knuckles and with little resistance I was inside her. I stopped wrist deep to check how Denise was doing and she was doing great, a small smile and eyes rolled back, breathing was heavy. Tentatively I balled my hand into a fist then gently tugged out to see how she would take it. Some resistance but my hand slid out smoothly. Quickly I pushed back in with balled fist, a quick small rotation of my hand and I was in. She was so hot inside. It felt like a pool of warm pudding. Hesitantly I pushed a little deeper and was surprised to go several inches past my wrist before hitting her cervix. When I did she uttered a short gasp, but a good gasp, one that acknowledged her pleasure. OK girly I thought let's see....... Giving a short jab to her cervix, her knees jerked and her cuffed hands curled into a ball but she seemed ok. I jerked my hand out then pushed it directly back in, not punching, just firmly. Repeating this over and over I kept watch on her and she was loving it. She began to squirm and groan. Increasing the speed of my thrusts increased her arousal as well. She began to try and meet my thrusts with her hips but without much success. I turned it up a notch and she began to pant. I could feel her vaginal muscles start clamping around me and knew it was time to go farther. I jerked my hand out and watched as she writhed her hips, searching for my hand. Her eyes popped open and silently pled with me to continue. I reached into my bag and took out two soft plastic scouring pads and held them in my fist. Not something for everyone but some of us like it and I wanted to see what a little pain would do for her. With the pads sticking out each side of my closed fist I jabbed back into her. It was as if I had punched her in the stomach. The air was knocked out of her and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Not giving her a chance to adjust I punch fisted her. I knew what those scouring sponges could do, scraping against your lips, your insides, pulling your pubic hairs, scraping your clit. She responded beautifully, within a couple of minutes clamping on my arm. Next then. I pulled out of her, loving the squishy sound and the amount of cream flowing from her. I ducked my head down and lapped up the froth around her vagina. My mouth slid down to her anus and lathered over it, licking her juices that had spilled down her ass crack. Still no need for lube I thought, but better use it anyway as I am going for her ass.......... Nahhhhh....she's good and rubbed my hands together, getting the left one wet. I pushed my fist against her asshole and that got her attention, just as she thought she would orgasm on pussy fisting I had moved somewhere else. My intent was to keep her guessing. I knew that others would be joining me shortly but she didn't, and I wanted her to keep guessing. Also I was afraid that if she had any idea of how hugely we planned to open her up that she might get hesitant. I reamed my left hand on her anus and pushed in. Just as with her pussy her ass began to open, although with a bit more reluctance. Nonetheless I continued and felt her anus being pushed back inside her, then begin to flower open and I was in. Not bad I thought, somewhat surprised and impressed on how well she took me. Clearly she could take more and we would see just how much more. I repeated with her ass the same routine I had with her cunt until I was sliding smoothly in and out of her. I did add some lube to be on the safe side. As I was working up a brisk pace fisting her ass she was responding with more and more passion. I moved deeper inside her until I hit the end of her rectum and began to work on entering there. I pointed my fingers and bobbed my hand around, feeling her expand. Her whole body convulsed when I slid into her intestines and I could feel the spasms inside her body. Ahhhhhhh, dear Denise, this is for you honey......and with my hand well up her ass I jabbed my right hand back into her cunt. I pointed my fingers, and, as I pushed deeper into her ass, making room in her pussy, I pushed against her cervix. Wiggling my fingers until I centered on the opening in that firm little tube I began to enter her cervix. This time her mouth opened in a non-silent scream. She begged me to stop, go slow, be careful.......whatever! As I wormed my hand into her womb she held her breath, over and over exclaiming "Oh My God!" "Oh My God!" "Oh My God!". I was at the knuckles, jiggling my hand slightly, when her bladder let go and she peed all over me. The "Oh My Gods changed to "Slow!" "Slow!" then to "Deeper!" "Deeper!" and finally to "Fuck Me Bitch!". I did. My left elbow was nearing her anus with several inches below my right elbow near her vagina. That was when I heard her husband come into the room. -------------------- silly boys--fists are for girls Duress is a little lesbian fist slut--we love her --bfs This is the 2nd part of a story written for us by our friend, Duress. Deni asked her to come up with a pussy, ass, slave, slut, extreme hole stretching story! I just finished reading the 2nd part of one of your stories, Chip....Fantastic!!! So here is part 2 of Mike & Deni's story.... Mike stood in the doorway and I silently shook my head, indicating that he shouldn't come in yet. I was almost at a stopping stage in my treatment of Denise and needed a few minutes more. I shoved harder into her cunt, pushing deeper into her womb. When I felt my wrists overlapping inside her, elbow deep in both her ass and pussy, I was ready for finishing off this initial phase. Pumping with both arms I punched in and out, watching my fists move under her skin. Denise was producing incredible amounts of cream, some of which was frothing around her holes, the rest running down between her ass cheeks, down her back and spreading wetly over the bed linen. She was rocking against my arms as best she could, straining for that elusive orgasm. I was so impressed with her ability to take a rough fisting and respond so lustfully. As her breathing grew more ragged I waited for the proper moment, listening and watching the cues she was giving me as to how close she was. Suddenly I yanked my arms from her body. She froze for a minute then wailed in frustration, begging me to get back inside her. Ignoring her pleas I waited a few minutes until her writhing body quieted, then as she relaxed I bent over and began to lick up the froth of juices that soaked her lower body. Running my tongue across her I was pleased by how far her juices had been thrown by the violent fisting. I had to lick far above her navel, over her thighs and needed to work my face between her ass cheeks. I was able to easily get my tongue into her anus as it was loosened by the passage of my arm. I slid up her body, her spending dripping off my hands. I thrust my tongue between her lips, letting her taste her pussy. Getting up and I reached into my bag of goodies and taking out a blindfold and ear cuffs cut off her vision and hearing. I wanted her now to start feeling some panic. I knew how losing these senses was frightening, creating a sense of uncertainty. As she had passed the initial trial with flying colors I now wanted her to wonder, to distract her from the sole lust of having her body manipulated for sexual reasons. Would the next phase, a more intense fisting, be able to override the uncertainty of what would happened to her without visual or audio clues? I signaled Mike to come in. He walked to the end of the bed, his rigid cock bobbing, and sat between her legs. I briefly plunged my hands, one after the other into her pussy, wetting them, then, taking his hand in mine, I spread her wetness over his hand and arm. I ignored Denise's queries of what was going on while still registering the puzzlement in her voice. I placed Mikes balled fist against her pussy and he began to rotate it while pushing against her. I crawled up next to Denise and taking her head in my hands gently kissed her. Her body had reflexively stiffened when she felt this larger object on her pussy and now she asked what was going on, what was trying to enter her. I ignored her questions and just pushed my tongue deeply into her mouth until she began to respond. Her lips hard against mine, her body jerked when his fist slid into her. I released her face and straddled her head, facing towards her feet, and lowered my dripping pussy onto her mouth. I ground down, scratching her face with my dense pubic hair, and watched as Mike worked his hand into her. When she finally got around to tonguing me properly, I stopped grinding against her face and let her lick my pussy. Waiting until she was digging as deeply as she could into my vagina, while her body squirmed in response to the fist sliding deeper inside her, I reached behind my back. Pinching her nose off with my fingers I slammed my pussy against her mouth and began to pee. At first she sputtered but with no options she began to drink my urine. I could feel some of it spurting out but most of it was forced down her throat. With Mike kneeling down behind Denise, his forearm entering her pussy, the action was just before my eyes as I lifted my ass off her face. I asked him if we could switch places and he readily agreed. He knee walked around her leaving his arm inside her cunt. I moved down the other side until I was behind her. I was transfixed in watching her pussy lips twist as he circled her. Her lips clung to his arm and swirled about, twisting in a half circle. Once he was on his knees straddling her face, his cock bobbing above her face, his balls resting on her forehead. I reached over for the lube, Wet, and inserting the spout in her ass squeezed a generous amount in. Setting the lube aside I took Mike's hand, greased it thoroughly, then grasping her anus with the fingers of both hands I pulled her open. Her anus spread as I tugged at it, her insides glistening, red, pulsing lightly. Mike pushed his hand in as I released her. I watched her anus spread over his hand initially until it was stretched tightly. It began to recede before his advancing hand. Glancing at Denise to see her reaction, there was none yet. She had her tongue out, searching for his cock or balls. Back to her anus, the edge of her asshole whitening slightly around the rim as she was stretched by the bulk of his hand. A slight groan from her as his hand pushed harder. Right before my eyes her anus poised stretched for a moment, then released and ran up over his knuckles, swallowing his hand. She had been opened a bit by me earlier but his hands were so much larger. Without pause he sunk his hand in several inches past the wrist. I watched, waiting to see him explore for the opening to her inner sphincter. Instead he just kept pushing in a continuous motion. Her anal ring just expanded, climbing up his arm as he sunk deeper. Somehow he had just forced his way through, his hand now in her colon. He was sunk equally deep in both her pussy and ass. Now he began to push both arms in, one hand in her womb, one in her intestines. I couldn't believe how strongly this was affecting me, how erotic it was. My pussy was soaking wet, dripping onto the bed. My nipples were swollen and hard. In almost a dream like state my hands drifted towards her openings. I had to stand to be able to plunge inside her. I slid both my hands down his arms, running across his biceps, over his elbows, fingers stretched straight down. The tips of my fingers neared her holes. I stopped just as they touched her openings and held tight to Mike's arms. I rode his arms as he pushed further into her. The small of her back was supported against my legs, her flesh hot and sweating against my skin. As my fingers began to enter her I was able to drop to my knees, supporting her with her lower back against my crotch. My elbows were bent to the side a bit but my hands were pointed straight down, prepared to dive into her. Her holes stretched more, riding up over the bulk of his arms as my fingers entered her. She was so tight, the lips of her ass and cunt stretched tightly over my hand. I could see the tight circular depressions around his arms where her holes grasped him so tightly. Denise herself was almost an afterthought to us as we penetrated her. She was held almost immobile with her face between his legs, her back supported against me, her hands and feet in collars. We were only interested in her openings, her yawning ass and cunt. Vaguely, in the background I was aware of her body squirming, her voice, muttering for more, to go deeper, that she needed more. But that was irrelevant. It was the penetration that held us, just her openings and the inside of her body, the rest of her was just there, but of no concern. Mike was now elbow deep in her, the palms of my hands against his elbows. She was stretched unbelievably wide, no room for any more. There was no longer any separation between her anus and vagina. Any available gap between them gone. It looked as if we were in the same hole. Mike had reached as far as he could go, both because his arms were to far spread by his shoulders and also because he was at her depths. One hand in her womb, pushing it back until it extended past the bottom of her lungs. The other in her intestine. However I could go deeper, could stretch her further, expand her more. I pushed harder, really pushing. It was no longer a case of sliding into her but one of forcing myself in. I had to lean hard, pushing with my shoulders to gain anymore depth. I did though, feeling my arms tighten with the effort. Slowly I went deeper. Her ass and cunt lips reluctantly yielding, tight bands around my wrists. Her insides were hot and moist, soft flesh, slick, smooth, pulsating, clasping around my hands. I paused briefly before gathering for another push. Her voice rose in my consciousness for a moment. Soft moans separated by pleas. She wanted more, groaning out. I couldn't see her eyes but her lips mouthed her desire, begging to be taken past her limits. Small utterances given between deep shuttering breaths. I want back to her cunt and ass and leaned into her, forcing my arms in. She may have said she wanted more, mentally want more, but her body was saying "No!". Her body was fighting against me, reluctant to be spread even wider than she was. I didn't care. She was just a couple of holes to be used. My hands slid in, feeling their way along Mike's arms. I had to lean back slightly as she expanded. Her asshole was being pushed back until it was starting to look like it was part of her back instead of between her legs. There was just not enough room between her legs to take so much. I could feel the extra tightness in her rectum as my fingers began to enter her colon. I crawled and wormed my way in until I was into her intestines also. Mike and I joined hands in her colon. My other hand was exploring her cervix, looking for a way into her womb. I searched for any opening, no matter how small. My fingers teased around, probing, searching. There was none. I pushed ahead, forcing in, my fingers forcing her apart, spreading her cervix. I was through, all my fingers pushing into her womb, sliding along Mike's arm until we could also link hands inside her womb. She now had four arms pushed into her body, merged into two huge fists buried deeply. Tentatively we leaned back to pull out slightly. At first her body refused to release us. We pulled harder, then harder still until we began to retreat from her body. We had to pull hard, straightening our bodies. Her back slid down my legs, sweaty and hot. We pulled straight up, her body coming with us. It was no use, we were going to have to stand. We struggled to our feet, heads together as we bent over her. We straightened up, our arms extended straight down into her body. She rose with us, pulled up by her cunt and ass, which extended from her body. She was pulled off the bed until she was tight against her bonds. Finally we were able to start journeying out of her once she was tethered down by the ankle and wrist collars. I could feel her cervix ride over our combined fist and the same with the inner sphincter of her rectum. We pulled back until she clasped only our wrists. Our arms were outside her body, shiny with the slickness of her body. We plunged back down, passing through her inner barriers, then back out again. Each time a little easier, each time her cunt and rectum growing more elastic. Her insides began to relax, to follow our fists out further. As we pumped her more, her rectum began to be pulled out of her, as was the cervix. They emerged slightly as we retreated, shining red, exposed to the open air. Denise was screaming now, shaking her head, her body squirming. She was urging us on, needing to cum. With Mike raised up I could see her face, exposed at times below his hard cock. Her eyes were wild, yet focused, deep in them was the fierce begging of release. It was apparent that she would endure anything to orgasm. Even beyond that, she wanted more. She wanted us to abuse her more, to fuck her harder. She wanted Mike's bobbing cock in her mouth, down her throat. We pumped her harder, violently plunging deeply into her, taking strokes from our wrists to elbows. Four hands and arms turning her inside out. Her belly expanded and contracted as we moved in ant out of her. I was grinding my clit against her, building towards my own climax. Mike was thrusting the air with his cock, red, swollen and rampant. It looked so painful as he thrust. I was reaching the end. The end of my ability to continue, exhausted, sweat pouring off me, dripping onto Denise. A few more times we plunged in and out. Pulling her off the bed until she was arrested by her bonds, her stomach collapsing as we withdrew. Then plunging down, pushing her back down onto the bed, her belly bulging as our arms filled her. My crotch slamming into her, my clit scraping over her flesh. Finally I collapsed as my orgasm rushed through me. My arms plunged deep one last time as I came. My elbows slipped inside her stretching her organs internally. I knelt over her, thrusting against her, juice pouring out of my cunt. Mike continued fucking her. Her womb and intestines held deep inside her by my hands. His fists ripped out of her womb and colon as he continued, pulling back to his wrists, then cramming back inside her. Finally he collapsed also, sinking to his knees, his cock spurting, shooting his sperm over her belly. We hunched over her and came. Our arms buried deeply inside her. I could feel her heart beating. Denise was shaking, squirming. She was begging us not to stop, to keep fucking her. The first time we were aware of Sue was when she stood in the doorway and applauded our efforts. -------------------- silly boys--fists are for girls by Duress Giving credit where the credit is deserved.... This story was written for us by our Friend, Duress! I will turn her on to this site & hopefully she will post some stuff herself! Sue, as usual, strode into the room and took charge. She told us to stay as we were, with our arms buried deep inside Denise. Then she snatched the ear muffs and blindfold off of Denise, who was writhing on the bed, pleading to be fucked more, and harder, deeper. Looking past Mike's cock, Denise got her first view of between her legs. Her eyes widened in surprise, she knew she was being stretched, but nothing like this. Although she couldn't see her anus at all she could see her swollen cunt lips wrapped tightly around my bicep and behind that, the thickness of Mike's arm on either side of mine. Her abdomen was swollen by the four fists inside and glistened with a thick coating of her cream. She was quiet for a moment, only her rasping breathing loud, then turning to Sue she looked at her, pleading with her eyes. "Oh God, please, more?" "Please, more?" "I need more....let me come....please?" Sue did not bother to reply, instead began to remove her clothes, teasing Denise. When she was naked she reached over, patted Denise's cheek gently, smiled at her for a long moment, then screamed at her "NEVER ASK ME FOR ANYTHING!!!!!" Sue slapped Denise twice across her face, then turned to Mike and I. I watched Sue intently. This was a rare occurrence for me, seeing her domme someone else. I watched her eyes flare up, how her hair swung when she lashed out at Denise. Seeing her body twist, her abdominals defined, her breasts sway, these were mine, her body was to be used against me. The voice that commanded was for me to here, I was jealous. Sue told us to pull our hands back until we were only wrist deep in Denise. She unsnapped Denise's wrists and ankles, then bent over to reach into a carryall. Denise's arms flopped gratefully onto the bed and her legs flopped out to the sides. She was still supported on her upper back, held there by our arms and the small of her back against my waist. Sue stood back up, a large rubber fist in each hand. They were about three inches across at the widest and eighteen inches long. Lubricating the head of one she took one hand and worked to slip the fingers of her hand into Denise's pussy. If we had been in deep, it would have been impossible, still, I wasn't sure if there was enough room. She managed to squirm the fingers of one hand into Denise's vaginal ring and tugged hard. She did make a small gap, but nowhere near enough to get the fake fist in. Telling us to pull against her, she tried again. Sue was clearly straining, pulling at Denise's pussy ring until a good sized gap was exposed. It was not near enough to get the fist through, but the knuckles fit part way in. Sue leaned her weight down, pushing hard on the fist dildo while releasing her grip on Denise's cunt. With both hands she pushed and twisted it, forcing it in. The pressure on my wrist was incredible. I felt the blood being cut off by the tight band of skin and feared her pussy would tear. It didn't though, just slowly stretched further. I could hear Denise in the background, moaning, chanting almost, "Yes, yes.......harder......oh God it hurts......push it in, fill me more" over and over. I watched in disbelief as she continued to open until it popped in. One second the fake fist was stretching her cruelly open, then it was gone, inside her and her pussy was stretched around three wrists. Next Sue picked up the second fake fist and started to do the same thing to her anus. I couldn't believe this, not sure if even I could take anything close to this. Sue worked hard at getting it in, she was starting to sweat, like the rest of us. Denise's ass hole stretched further until the second dildo was in. Sue got to her feet next to me, her leg pressed against my side, and leaned over, pushing as hard as she could on the base of the fist dildo jutting from her cunt. It sank deeper into Denise, increasing the pressure around our arms, I was barely able to bear it. Inches moved into her, gliding past my eyes. Inches of flesh colored rubber, stretching Denise, pushing anything before her, ripping through her body, through her cervix, into her womb. Sue's hand, pressing against the base, neared her cunt. Then it was done. Denise's vaginal ring closed over the end of the dildo, eighteen inches inside her. The pressure eased off our arms, her belly swelled a bit more. Sue pushed the one in her ass in, into her colon, the fist portion in her intestines. Denise was in another world. Her head was rocking back and forth, a smile on her face. Over and over she was chanting "Yes....yes...yes...yes." Sue looked at Mike and told him to push his arms back in, into her womb and into her colon, and grab hold of the dildos, making two giant fists inside her. I saw it, but wasn't comprehending it. She had two male hands inside her to the elbows, two fake fists buried eighteens inches inside her and my two hands. The only relief she could have is that her outer rings were no longer stretched to over six inches in diameter. Still I knew she had to be ruined, her anus and pussy would permanently gap open. Her rectum and cunt visible from the outside, never able to close again. Denise was clearly not thinking of this though, all she knew was she had to cum, had to be fucked brutally. Ineffectually she tried to rub herself, grabbing at her clit, but Mike's body was in the way. Her mutterings, chanting, had groan louder as she pleaded with Sue for release. Sue had told her to quiet up, but Denise was beyond listening. Sue glared at her, then told her if she wasn't going to shut up, that she could let the world know what she wanted. Sue told Mike and I to stand up, we were going to carry her outside. Carry her by her cunt and anus. Mike and I struggled to our feet, lifting Denise off the bed. We stepped down and Sue threw open the French doors that led outside. We started to carry her out. Denise's head was pointed down, her legs arched up then down and her arms flopped out to the sides. Her crotch was the high point, suspended off our hands. As we struggled to carry her I noticed that she started to slide down Mike's arms. Her body lowered a touch with every step. Every bounce of her body coincided with each step we made. She was still held at my wrists but I noticed she was sliding down Mike's arms. Her rectum started out of her body as her colon was pulled down, the sheaf over her rectum climbing up my arm. Suddenly I could see her cervix start to leave her body. An angry red column of tissue being pulled from her body. We had to lift her higher to keep from dragging her. Inch after inch of her rectum and womb began to emerge. Denise was hissing at us, telling us to bounce her, shift her insides around, stretch her. We staggered over to a chaise lounge and lowered her onto it. My hands were now out of her body but still within her prolapsed rectum. Mike and I were trying to catch our breath, sweat dripping off of us. Every detail of Denise body was exposed in the glare of the sun. Sue told us to fuck her, hard. We began to shove our hands back into her body. Denise's cunt and anus stretched over and over as we ran back inside of her, dragging the dildo with us. Incredibly we were pulling our hands outside of her, yet we were still inside of her as her prolapsed rectum and womb exited her body with our hands. As we continued to fuck her my hands were going deeper until I too passed inside her womb and colon. Denise was again being stretched to over six inches in each hole. Her legs were spread far apart by the mass of our arms forcing her apart. So great was the width of all she was taking that not only were her holes widely spread but also her legs. Her abdomen swelled as if she was pregnant. A huge mass that traveled from her pubic mound to disappear under her ribcage. Denise was screaming, oblivious to the world. Begging non-stop to cum, for us to fuck her harder. We were pummeling her, raping her with deep long stokes, throwing our bodies at her to force out hands inside her . Sue moved alongside of me and put the flats of her hands, palms tight against my arms, next to Denise's cunt and ass hole. She joined in our rhythm and her fingers entered alongside our arms. Sue pressed in a little further with each thrust, stretching Denise more every few seconds. Deeper she went, ever deeper. Denise's crotch was a mass of arms and liquids that were pulled from her body. Deeper Sue went until her elbows were level with mine, brutally assaulting Denise. Denise froze momentarily as we shook her entire body like a rag doll. Then she screamed "I'm cuuuuuuuuuming" in a long wail. We fucked her even harder, and she came. We could feel the spasms roll through her body. Her cunt and intestines rolling down our arms. Powerful contractions swept through her. She was held too firmly by our arms to move her body, but her legs and arms were able to flail about. The pulsations of her orgasm were so strong that she began to eject the fist dildos. They began to emerge from her body. Each of her holes were stretched to almost eight inches by the arms inside of her. Eight arms and fists were in her. The lumps created by each fist visible poking through her abdomen as the skin of her belly was stretched tightly over them. When the dildos were ejected to shoot out onto the lawn, the lessening of the tightness of her holes allowed her body to slip off our arms. With one final enormous stretch her asshole and vagina surged over our fists and she dropped fully down onto the lounge chair. We stood and watched as her orgasm wracked her body. Her juices dripping off our arms. For long minutes we watched while her body rippled with each contraction. Her body shot out long streams of pee that arced through the air and splattered over us. Her cream flowed out of her cunt and ran into her widely gaping asshole, only to be pushed from her ass as her rectum prolapsed every time she spasmed. In and out of her body her rectum and womb pulsed. Long tubes of flesh that retreated in and out. Finally the contractions lessened until she just lay there exhausted and moaning. Both her holes gaping inches across, forever open. silly boys! fists are for girls! Thank You, Duress, Baby!!! M&D--bfs http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/duress/

TRACY, KAREN AND I COMPETE FOR CUM PART ONE They say that money isn't everything. But that's a load of crap. Of course it is. That is how I acquired Tracy for my wife, and how I acquired loads of other things. Take an example - what's the difference between poor and destitute and being desperately ill, and being rich and flushed with money and still being desperately ill? The illness is the same, but the treatment and the way you are treated is a load of difference if you have money, or if you have none. Anyway, this isn't a moral story. It's a dirty story, so I'll stick to facts rather than moralities. I was an ordinary guy, with an ordinary life, stuck in an ordinary clerical job in the accounts department of a large manufacturing company. Everything about me was ordinary. My wife had always said so, and she made that clear to me when after 30 years of marriage she left me for a younger man. She said he gave her what I had miserably failed to give her for 30 years. We had no kids and the divorce was simple and straight forward. I had already become partially bald, stood at five feet eight inches and had a bit of a podgy beer stomach. So at 55 I was left in a total rut, plodding on in my job, without a hope in hell of finding another partner. The only shining light in my life was Tracy, our Accounts Manager. Now here was a real bombshell, a girl who was certainly out of the ordinary. Tracy was 25 years old, recently graduated from college in Accounts and Finance, almost six feet tall and with a gorgeous body, suitably proportioned to her height. Her tits were bulky but firm, her nipples always sticking out in her tight halter necks. She had a pair of legs that were endless, seductively curved and mouth-wateringly fleshy and firm, going up to an ass that blossomed out in her tight mini-skirts, and thighs that I drooled over. Sure, her facial features were nothing special, plain really, but she had large brown eyes, wide, fleshy lips and hair that hung in ringlets over her face. Her office was opposite my desk, giving me ample opportunity to stare and fantasise-dream about her appealing sexuality. She liked to sit at her desk cross-legged, giving me ample staring opportunities. I wasn't quite sure whether she ever noticed that my eyes were constantly affixed on her body, but it didn't seem to bother her. I had Tracy to myself at nights as I lay on my bed, naked, fantasising about what I would do with her, until my cock would begin to stir and then I would go through the routine ritual of a slow, hot, oily masturbation, ejaculating a daily quota of hot and steamy cum for her. That was the sad extent of my life. Then one day I was looking through a magazine and saw an advertisement for a massive lottery, promising a top prize winning of millions of dollars, over 100 million. The price of stake tickets was high, normally too high for my sort of salary, but I decided to have a go. Never in my miserable life had I ever won anything, but I guess that buying a ticket gave me a flush of excitement and made me feel good. I had quite forgotten about the lottery and the ticket that I had tucked away in my bureau for safe-keeping when that magical `phone call came through. Defying all logic and expectation, I had won, a sole winner of the top prize, $124 million. The rest, as they say, is history. I took a couple of days vacation to go off and collect my winnings and duly did so, picking up my cheque and having my face plastered all over the local newspapers and television station. But the publicity was local and not national, so back at the office, nobody was the wiser. The lottery organisers offered all kinds of things, linked with promotional work, but I shunned all that. They also offered financial and investment advice but I firmly refused saying I could take care of all that myself. I banked the cheque and calculated the daily interest rate as the sum continued to accumulate. I dreamt up all sorts of schemes about how I would saunter into the office and take no crap from anybody, but when the time came, I crept in as I usually do and sat unassumingly at my desk as people breezed by without even noticing me. Tracy swung and wiggled her usual self into her office, swinging that ass of hers like crazy without even bidding me as much as a "good morning". I sat and mused for a while before firmly deciding to implement a chain of events that I had always dreamed of. I walked jauntily to her office and knocked on the open door. She looked up briefly and when she saw it was me she sighed reluctantly and said "what is it?" "May I have a word?" I walked in and closed the office door. "Don't close it", she said curtly. "I never close my door. It makes me feel claustrophobic". I ignored her request and sat down. "Will you marry me?" Tracy just sat and stared at me. It was several moments before she spoke. "Are you off your head? What are you blithering about? Get back to your desk and your job. I don't like these sort of jokes". "Will you marry me?" I asked again, more firmly. This time she reacted instantly. Her large, fleshy red lips curled into a sardonic snarl and with venom she unleashed a contemptuous burst of laughter. Her manicured finger pointed towards her door. "Get out now, or I'll call security and have you thrown out. This is harassment and you're putting your job on the line". I pulled out a newspaper cutting from an inner pocket, slowly unfolded it and put it down in front of her. My five foot eight inches frame and broadly smiling face leapt out from the newsprint under the heading "LUCKY PUNTER SCOOPS $124 MILLION". Tracy looked at the cutting suspiciously, turning it over and over in her hand, briefly reading the story, checking out my name in the news print, running a finger over the printed "$124 million". The scowl on her face softened. The snarl on her lips transformed into a sheepish smile. Her beautifully manicured fingers stretched out and took my hand. "Hey, this is you...I don't know what to say....wonderful...I mean congratulations. $124 million...what a win....you don't have to work any more...that is if you don't want too" she added hastily. The change in her demeanour had given me encouragement. The money gave me self-assurance. "So, how about it - will you marry me and share my life, live in luxury, wanting for nothing?" "Well, it's all a bit sudden. You're asking for total commitment and I don't even know you. Besides", she showed me her hand and a ring on her finger, "I am engaged". It was an ordinary ring, not cheap, but nothing special. I stretched out my hand, took her hand and eased the ring off her finger and threw it in the waste paper bin. "That's where that belongs. Whoever he is, he's never going to match the kind of life you'll have with me - a luxury villa with pool, several in fact, with holiday homes all over the world, a luxury yacht, private jet. You'll never want for anything. I have it all planned out". Tracy said she'd think about it. I don't know whether it was purely my imagination but for the rest of the day she seemed to spend loads of time flashing her legs at me, expanses of flesh that turned me weak. She had beautifully pale, white skin, almost snow white. It made me dizzy to think of her stretched out naked as I licked her thighs and parted her buttocks to probe my tongue into her pink ass-hole. I had asked Tracy not to say anything to anybody but she didn't keep her word and soon the news spread throughout the office and I suddenly found myself as the most popular guy around. People who in the past had never even acknowledged my existence now acted as if I was their greatest buddy! The power of money is greater than any other force. The next day, Tracy wafted into the office atrociously dressed. She had a red halter neck that showed off her large, round tits and an orange mini skirt that barely covered her buttocks, her lusciously long legs made sleeker and longer by a pair of very high-heeled shoes that transformed her into an Amazonian woman. I almost fainted when I saw her. There was no trace of a ring on her fingers. I guessed she had made her decision - a life of luxury and damn everything else. I then played my ace, well, several aces. I walked into Tracy's office and plonked a set of keys on her desk. "There's a chauffeur-driven Ferrari waiting for us outside". I put a handful of brochures on her desk. "These are just a few luxury villas for us to have a look at. We can leave right now. I've booked a round-the-world cruise for two. We sail the day after tomorrow". Tracy stood up, towering over me in her high-heeled shoes. She leant down and kissed me on the forehead. She looked around her office, looked at her desk full of ledgers and folders and with an outstretched arm she swept everything off her desk and onto the floor. "Why wait any longer Alfred my love?" It was the first time she had ever called me by my name. "Let's go now". The next few days went by like a whirlwind. Unfortunately, our first fuck together was less than memorable. I was just too excited to pace it properly. In my haste to get into Tracy I made her strip entirely naked, without foreplay, and laid her out on the bed. Her expanse of white flesh dazzled me as I inspected her closely. She was by no means thin, but sturdy and solid. Around her buttocks and thighs there were the first tell-tale ripples of cellulite. These served to fire me up even more. My cock was rock hard, not a small cock, but neither a large one - just a moderate one that would be lost inside Tracy, but that didn't bother me at the time. On her buttocks she had a few nips and bruises, remnants of marks that her boyfriend had left maybe two or three days before I appeared on the horizon. I loved those bruises. It turned me even hotter to know that just a couple of days before she had been fucked by another man. I collapsed in a heap over her, slobbering over her body, licking her in every possible way, holding hard onto her tits. She faked writhing and gasping. A more experienced man would have realised she was faking it, but I was too far gone in excitement. My modest cock easily squirmed into her and within a few seconds I was shooting my cum load inside her. It had taken just a few minutes and I lay spent and contented. She puffed furiously on an expensive cheroot. We went off on our cruise and enjoyed three months of bliss (well I did anyway). I had sex of a kind with her every day. It was better than the first night disaster, but I'm sure there wasn't a single occasion when she was really satisfied. It didn't bother me in the least. She was mine to have and to hold, and she in turn had everything she wanted. Her expenditure on clothes, shoes, perfumes and other embellishments would have broken any bank account, but it didn't bother me either. There was plenty more. On return from our cruise I purchased a luxury villa, a beautifully large place with loads of bedrooms, sun-basked verandas and two large outdoor pools and an underground heated pool. Tracy had her Ferrari and a little run-around Lamborghini sports car and countless wardrobes of clothes, shoes, handbags and accessories. Our security safe bulged with her diamonds. We had a whole household of helpers, maids, a butler, a cook, a gardener and even a pool boy. I spent my days monitoring my investments and trying to plug the financial holes that Tracy was constantly creating, and Tracy, well, she lay around all day, sunning herself, inviting over girl-friends to show off her acquisitions and generally having an easy time. Our sexual episodes became less frequent, although I was perhaps a little more skilled than before. Her body still fascinated me and I was still engrossed in her nudity. She had put on a little more weight but that didn't bother me. I agreed she should have a personal trainer and a gymnast-trainer came round almost daily and put her through her paces so that her figure was soon restored. On the administration side I was getting weighed down with my investment watches and with handling the household accounts, paying wages, looking over contracts and stuff like that. I needed a PA and I knew of an ideal one. Karen had been an administrative assistant at the office where Tracy and I worked previously. She was efficient, plain looking, loved to dress sexily, loved to court notoriety because of the way she always flirted with married men, and she was a bitch, a first class bitch. Tracy and she had always been sworn enemies and when I engaged her as my PA, Tracy was furious. But I placated her and told her she would have nothing to do with her and that she was too plain and ordinary to be of any threat to her. Karen took over the reins of administration and within a month she was running the roost with an iron hand, and I liked the result, the efficiency and the fact that she had unburdened me from the administration. I would have to find something else to occupy my mind. Within three months she had taken absolute control. She put Tracy on an allowance, which Tracy fretted and lashed out against, but Karen finally persuaded me it was the right thing to do. She also made me conscious of the need for greater security and soon had our villa and grounds rigged up with cctv. Knowing Karen and her bitchiness I monitored this carefully, inspecting the areas where she rigged cameras, adamant they should not be in bathroom areas or bedrooms. She kept the monitoring panels and screens under her strict control, initiating secret passwords to which only she had access. I was too relaxed to bother too much about any of it. I had found my own niche, indulging in my own postage stamp collection. I had built up a collection ever since I was a boy, but now had the real opportunity to expand and specialise. I spent most of my days in my study and Tracy spent most of her days lounging around the pool and going out with girl friends. In the bedroom department our relations were good but lukewarm. Tracy's superb body, length and her expanses of white flesh still had me drooling over her. Occasionally she would have an odd bruise here and there which she said had been acquired by bumping into things. Her sensitive and milky white skin soon bruised and I accepted that. One day I was in my study when Karen came in, unannounced. She had that look of mischief in her eyes that I well knew from the office, a look of bitchiness. "Yes", I said. "I'm busy right now". "Well, you'd better unbusy yourself. Do you have any idea where your wife Tracy is right now?" I looked at her indifferently and shrugged. "By one of the pools I expect. She didn't say she was going out this morning". "Let's go and look her up and see what she's up to". There was a wicked twinkle in Karen's eyes, a look of triumph. "Why, what's up?" "You just come with me, right now". I followed her out of the room and out into the gardens, past the two outdoor pools - Tracy wasn't near either one - and towards the building with the heated underground pool. "Is she in the indoor pool? It's hot enough out here to fry eggs. What's she doing in the indoor pool". Karen took my hand and motioned me to stay quiet. We edged in by the side door, past the pump room and came into full view of the pool, heating switched off in summer of course, and very dimly lit, so dim it took time for my eyes to adjust from the brilliant sunshine outside to the dimness in the pool area. There were two figures writhing about on a double sun-bed and I heard the unmistakeable sounds of sexual activity, moans, groans, whimpers and slurps. Tracy, completely naked was displayed across the sun-beds. Standing besides her was Gavin, our gardener, a tall, bulging lad with rippling muscles and overall sun tan. He was naked too. His hand held Tracy by the hair, gripped tightly; his other hand was feeding her his cock in her mouth, a stallion like cock of enormous proportions. Tracy was slobbering all over it, eating it up, gobbling it, licking the sides, trying to swallow it. She was working it so hard that long threads of spittle were hanging from his cock and his balls. I gasped. Karen nudged me in the ribs and made me gasp more. We slid behind a partition and watched the action unseen by the entangled couple. Tracy was in a state I had never seen her in before, completely abandoned to the mastery of the cock that was pinning her mouth and her throat. Her tall, steady legs fluttered in excitement, her ass cheeks pumped hard as if the cock was actually inside her. "You like that don't you bitch. Can't get enough of it can you? Take it right down, right into your throat bitch". Gavin's voice was hoarse with excitement. Tracy agreed with violent head nods. Her hands grasped his balls, lifting them so she could attack his scrotum. I saw the full extent of his cock, a rampant poker, stiff, cut, gnarled and knotted. The head was bulbous, throbbing purple and covered in Tracy's spittle. He grabbed Tracy by her waist and dragged her to her feet, bending her forward. He opened up her legs and with a firm hand splayed open her labia lips. His cock slid effortlessly into her. Tracy gasped with pleasure. I had often heard the term "banging her" without actually knowing the extent of what it meant. Gavin showed me what it meant. He started banging Tracy, hard and violently, his hands grabbing her white flesh, slapping her buttocks and ass cheeks. His cock pummelled into her so that I almost cringed with the motion, and she was loving every second, drooling, chortling, almost screaming. I felt my own cock stir and bulge. I was jealous, deeply jealous. Not of Tracy and what she was doing, but because she was enjoying the privilege of taking Gavin's cock. I had never experienced any bisexuality since I was a youth, but that side of me came out fully now. Why should Tracy have that cock? Why should she be enjoying it? I wanted it, wanted to hold it, to lick it and slurp on it. Karen saw the bulge in my pants and her eyes twinkled. She stretched out a hand and felt the bulge. Under normal circumstances I would have recoiled in horror at this forwardness. But it felt good. Her fingers were firm and they were searching out my cock. She unzipped me and my modest piece sprang out. It had never been so hard. Karen's eyes lit up with pleasure. She put a finger to her lips to motion silence and went down on her knees. My cock felt the warm wetness of her lips and I had to suppress a strong urge to moan. With the first few gobbles it was apparent that Karen was a seasoned cock-sucker. Her mouth enveloped the length and breadth of my cock, wetting the rod and manipulating the fleshy sides with her tongue. Meanwhile Gavin was hard at work. Tracy was completely at his mercy. "I'm giving you what you don't get from that husband of yours bitch." He lunged into her harder, his hands manipulating her tits so violently that I wondered how Tracy didn't scream out in pain. It was obvious she was too far gone in pleasure for that. "Yes, yes you are", Tracy stuttered. "You want my cum inside you don't you bitch?" "Yes I do". "Well, you won't get it. You don't deserve it. Even if you beg for it you won't get it. It's going to splat over your face and your tits". "Oh yes", Tracy moaned. "Shoot over my face. Give me your cum in my mouth". I felt my own cum rising. Karen was hard at work, sucking violently, kneading my balls. She was so good, so expertly. I felt my cock harden even more. Gavin was in his final stages, panting like a wild animal, his palm crashing onto Tracy's quivering buttocks with increasing frequency. "Beg for it bitch. Beg". "Yesss..sss..sss give it to me. Pleassssseeee.....ssseeee". He whipped out his cock, wildly grabbed Tracy's long, brown curly hair and brought her face in line with his cock head. His cum spurted out like dollops of double cream making a mess of Tracy's face. It flowed like volcanic lava, hot spurts after hot spurts and I felt myself going too. Karen firmly planted her knees on the ground and with a final flourish she took my cum, a stream of hot liquid that she gobbled down to keep pace with. She took it all. I slumped back against the partition gasping. I had never cum so much. Gavin picked Tracy up and flung her into the pool and plunged in after her. As they were cavorting in the water, Karen and I slipped away. Back in the office I noticed a look of triumph on Karen's face. "How long has this been going on for?" "Oh quite a while. I wouldn't have noticed had it not been for the micro-cameras I installed...." "I thought we agreed that private areas were not to be screened?" "Well, it's a good job I didn't take any notice of you then isn't it? Anyway, there's more than you think!" "More?" I asked, totally stunned. Karen motioned me to sit and turned one of her monitor screens towards me. She pressed a few keys and a picture came up. It was my indoor gymnasium where Tracy worked out with her personal trainer Mason. He was a tall, ebony-black instructor, with several black belts in martial arts. Tracy, totally naked, was laid out on the gym horse, her back straddled on the horse, her legs up in the air, wide open. Mason was preparing to enter her, manipulating a large, fat cock. With his fat cock-head he manipulated her labia lips as Tracy's finger nails scratched his arms, exhorting him to enter her quickly and powerfully. Once more, I surprised myself. My eyes were fixed on Mason's cock as it surged into Tracy's cunt, splitting her open with ease and gusto. "He's having her too?" I asked, weakly. Karen nodded triumphantly, that greedy, bitchy look twinkling in her eyes. "We've only been married six months and she's being fucked by half my staff already. Are there more?" Karen nodded. "Afraid so". She flipped a few more keys. The screen changed to one of the pool changing rooms. Our pool boy Damian came in three times a week, a local student who was in the process of graduating through college, in his early 20s. Tracy was on her knees, his sturdy cock penetrating her mouth as she slurped and drooled over it. "Enough" I said, rising to my feet. "I've seen enough". "I knew she'd never be good enough for you" Karen said triumphantly. "I never did like her. She's scheming and she's devious. What are you going to do?" I waved Karen away. I wanted time to reflect, to think out my next step. "Make sure you keep all the films - I may need them as evidence". "Don't worry about that, I was going to do that anyway". I retired to my studio, my head in a whirl, my emotional feelings totally stirred, my stomach churning. I spent a lot of time thinking over the puzzle in my head. Was I upset because Tracy was being so sluttishly unfaithful behind my back, or was it because she was enjoying those lovely juicy cocks that had suddenly become an attraction to me? Should I confront her with the evidence and watch her squirm and then file for divorce? It kept coming back to my mind that I didn't want to lose Tracy, no matter what she had done and would do. She was my long-sought-after prize and I didn't want to lose her. Our age difference made it impossible for me to satisfy her big frame in bed, so she had turned to those who could give her the goods she needed. On the other hand, Karen had sucked me off as I had never experienced before. She was ready to step into the frame once Tracy had been given the push. Yet despite the cock-suck that Karen had given me, she didn't match Tracy in any way. I took my afternoon nap and slept on this conundrum and, as had often happened in the past, the sleep-over period filled me with inspiration when I awoke. The answer to all the puzzles was simple and straight-forward. I had the money and I could do anything I wanted - with the right manipulation. The answer to the conundrum was - rationalisation. The facts clearly showed that Tracy, Karen and I craved cock. This desire for Tracy could have been satisfied by allowing her to continue with her relationships behind my back, leaving her to think I knew nothing about what was going on. I could use Karen any time to have her suck my cock, and any other she desired, and that would satisfy her craving. But what about me satisfying my own craving - I was the odd man out! There had to be another way. Karen was my P.A. my Girl Friday, my administrator, my executor. I would get her to organise orgies, with five or six guys at a time, together with Tracy, Karen herself, and me. Then, the three of us would compete for the cocks and cum available. The initiative would be down to us, the better we performed, the more excellently we treated those cocks, the more each of us would satisfy our great craving. It was the ideal solution. Competition would produce perfection. That very same evening I surpassed myself, and Tracy's expectations. When we retired, she expected we would drop off to sleep as usual, or at most, that I would have a quick and clumsy fumble over her body and then drop off to sleep. I lay back on the bed naked, and made her strip naked and stand in front of me. There were several bruises and bites over her buttocks and thighs. "How did you get these?" I asked, running a smooth finger over the marks. "Oh, here and there you know. I bump into things - you know me, clumsy as always. There's a damned load of mosquitoes by the pool and they just love my white skin complexion". "Ummm....I see. If I didn't know you better, I'd say they were man made". "Don't be so absurd Alfred dear. You know I never go out except with the girls. How can you get such thoughts?" I pulled her down onto me, her big frame collapsing over my body. "Get your lips around this cock". My vehemence of tone surprised her. Even though Karen had sucked me off earlier and nowadays one cum shot a day was more than enough for me, my cock was stiff, poker hard. Tracy's eyes widened with surprise as she put her fleshy lips to my cock. She was more surprised when with the palm of my hand I crashed a few slaps down onto her white buttocks so that she squealed with pain. "Suck harder bitch, suck harder". There were tears in her eyes as the pain burnt into her flesh. I lay back and closed my eyes and imagined the scenes I had seen earlier, with Tracy sucking and slurping cocks and having cum splattered all over her face and body. I laid her out on the bed on her belly, mounted her doggy style and pounded my cock into her cunt with a strength that I had never experienced before. Again Tracy gasped. When I came inside her it was with repetitive hot flushes. Afterwards we lay quietly on the bed, Tracy's face a picture of amusement. "Well, well", she said. "I don't know whatever's got into you Alfred...but...hey, are you taking pills...Viagra or something?" "Nope. No pills. Just naturally hot". I put my master plan into action the next morning. Tracy went off with Mason her personal trainer and I had no doubt he would give her loads of work-out training with his huge black cock. I called Karen to my office and explained my plans to her. Her eyes glinted with surprise and pleasure. I wanted her to organise orgies for us by finding six well-hung and hot guys and letting them loose on Tracy. Karen and I would join in and angle for as many cocks as we could tempt away from Tracy. I also emphasised that I wanted everything recorded on cctv so that later we could review before organising the next orgy. "What about Tracy and her boyfriends?" Karen asked. I mused a little. "She can carry on having them on the side. I'll let her know I know about them of course. As for you...." "Yes?" Karen asked eagerly and with bated breath. "You can become our coordinator, our mentor. You are a great cock-sucker and I want to see you in more action. Occasionally you and I will have a little get-together like we had yesterday. I really enjoyed that. In the meanwhile, life must go on as usual". I gave Karen a week to enable her to organise our first orgy. In the meanwhile, I had to have a show down with Tracy and I made sure I enjoyed it. She had made plans to go out shopping with some of her friends. "We have to have a talk", I said, "so postpone your plans". Tracy fretted and pouted but she was wise enough to know where her money source came from, so she agreed. I had collected a number of tapes from Karen and had mounted the clips in my laptop. Tracy and I sat in my office, a look of boredom on her face. No doubt she anticipated I was going to lecture her again on her spendthrift ways. "Have you been a good girl?" I asked. "What?" "Have you been I good girl?" I repeated firmly. "I don't know what you mean". I flipped open the laptop and pressed on the first clip. Tracy was straddled on the gym horse as Mason pounded his black cock into her ass hole. Her reaction was two-fold. She turned a bright red and she gasped. I flipped another clip. Gavin the gardener was pounding her near the indoor pool. "It's Karen isn't it?' she blurted. "She's been following me around and setting up cameras. The bitch, the fucking bitch, I always knew she was a jealous trouble-maker. I told you not to employ her Alfred". I mused at her tactic of blaming Karen and not having a word of explanation about herself. "Never mind about Karen, what about you and these clips, these cocks you've been enjoying. You've been unfaithful and ungrateful after all I've done for you". Tracy collapsed in a slobbering heap. Through the tears and groans I pieced together her explanation that she didn't mean to be unfaithful but had a lust for cock, that she would end all her affairs. Could I, would I forgive her? She was prepared to be a good wife from now on...and more and more tears and groans. "From now on" I said firmly, "I will call the shots. You can have as many cocks as you like, but you have to share them". I explained my plans to her and her tears and groans turned to gasps of wonder, and even excitement. She would be the centre-piece of orgies and would get as many cocks and as much cum as she craved - but - she would have to compete with Karen and myself. At the mention of Karen her eyes bulged. "That bitch....that fucking bitch...why drag her into it?" But she had no choice, and the alternative was plain and clear. She could pack her bags and leave - not that I would have let her, but the implication was there. In the meanwhile, I instructed her to continue her sexual flings with Gavin, Mason and Damian the pool boy, without letting them know that I knew all about the goings on. I wanted her to be used and pliant and totally receptive to the orgies planned. My new position of total command gave me a great sexual kick and that evening I had another wonderful session with Tracy, this time giving her a good and hard fuck in her ass hole. My sexual life had been rejuvenated as I confessed my craving for handling and sucking cocks to Tracy. She was not upset nor surprised, just amused that she and I would be competing for cocks and cum. She had no doubt who would get the most. Meanwhile, Karen had been carrying out her own research with enthusiasm. She compiled a list of escort and dating agencies and surfed the net to find local sources. My brief to her was clear - I wanted muscle men, bears, not wimps. Big cocks were a must and hirsute bodies were a preference, as were black men and Hispanics to contrast with Tracy's whiteness. Within a few days she informed me that all was ready for the first adventure. She had pictures of the guys but refused to show them to me beforehand. "They'll surprise you!" is all she said. Karen took over one of the large spare bedrooms and did a quick conversion, bringing in an enormous bed on a plush carpet piled with cushions and rests, making it possible to fuck and be fucked in every position. A panel of cameras covered every angle in the room. Dim lights were wired in and a plethora of flickering candles were sprinkled around the room. A large cabinet was stocked with a variety of appliances like huge rubber dildos, clit teasers and ass stops and a variety of creams and lubricants. There was also an assortment of cock rings, chains, padlocks, ropes and rubber thongs. My PA had really put her heart and soul into the preparation. The day came and our first grand orgy was underway - with Karen giving the instructions. I brought Tracy in, completely naked, her magnificent figure and shining white skin lighting the room like an orb. Karen had made me put a blindfold on her. I laid Tracy out on the carpet, on her back, arms and legs apart. Karen handed me a flask of perfumed lubricating oil. "Get her oiled up and make her slippery. Give her a good massage". Karen's eyes were shining with excitement. My cock bulged so much it hurt and I was thankful that Karen ordered me to get naked too. I gave Tracy a smooth and intensive rub down so that she glistened with oil residue. I hardly needed to lubricate her cunt because it was already oozing fluid. Her body tingled with anticipation, as did my cock. I had an urge to feed her my cock in her mouth, but Karen pulled me back. She was wearing a very brief g-string in which her meaty cunt bulged. Karen had made herself taller with a pair of enormous and thin stiletto heels. She had nothing going for her in the looks department, but she was sexy and decisively hot. Karen ushered in our first orgy guests - six strapping me who looked like work-out body builders. Two of them were black so that their ebony skin seemed to radiate in the flickering candles. There were two Hispanic looking guys and two white guys who looked like bears with a matting of hair covering their shoulders, chest and loins. One of them had a cruel and vicious look about his face, the one that I immediately registered as being of particular interest to me. Markus was an enormously well-built guy, with surging biceps and a shaved head. He was wearing a leather cock strap and his balls were embedded in a leather cock ring. His body was covered in vivid tattoos of red and black devils and a panorama of a burning hell splayed across his back. His lower lip had a cruel cleft below a nose that seemed to have been broken in combat. He was fearsome and obviously the alpha male. The six men were naked, their cocks dangling and remarkable for length and width. Markus had a gnarled and knotted cock with cut foreskin. Two others were uncut, but the other three were also cut. Karen ushered them to where Tracy lay spread-eagled on the floor. She made five of them get down on their knees in a circle around Tracy's head, but the alpha male was made to stand directly over Tracy. Karen began to massage their cocks. I saw her plan. When the cocks were hard she would whip off Tracy's blindfold and Tracy's eyes would feast on a forest of expectant cocks dangling over her face. Markus had an enormous erection, with a purple bulbous cock-head that looked like a plum on a thick giant stalk. The team had looked at Tracy's displayed body with hunger, taking in her big size, her skin dazzling with oil sheen, her tits large and expectant. I went down on my knees too, as near to Tracy's head as I could get. The cocks were smelly and meaty, a latent and pungent aroma of sexed meat. From Tracy's facial expressions I saw that she had smelt the aroma too. Her body shivered and rippled. Karen whipped off the blindfold and Tracy's eyes were met by six massive cocks dangling over her face, Markus kneading his potent weapon as it hovered inches from Tracy's pursed lips. Tracy gasped with pleasure. The bulbous head penetrated her lips and she gobbled on it hungrily, her hands eagerly reaching for the other cocks. The team sprang into action. Tracy seemed like a lioness that had not eaten for days. She grabbed and gobbled on as many cocks as she could at a time. The team acted like a pack of hungry lions settling down to devour a carcass, their hands sliding and slipping over Tracy's white and outstretched body, manipulating her tits and nipples, handling her flesh like a butcher handles his meat. One guy popped his finger into her cunt, manipulating it so that there was a squelchy, bubbly noise above the groans and grunts of pleasure. I felt Karen's presence nearby. "She's really hungry for cock. Look at the way she's gobbling them up. She's a nymphomaniac. She needs to be disciplined and coordinated. Why don't you hand her over to me and I will keep her in check. She needs to be handled by a tough regime". I nodded fervently. I was so excited by it all that Karen could have asked for anything. The team settled into a routine of feeding their cocks in Tracy's mouth as her lips ravenously went from one prick to the other. The alpha male took charge and possession, directing the other guys and being the first to mount penetration on Tracy's pulsating body. He surged his cock viciously into Tracy's cunt, his hairy hands grabbing her waist, his cock giving her a good pounding of short and sharp jabs, his oily meat penetrating so hard that his balls were making a splat sound against her distended labia lips. The other guys jockeyed for position, their massive expectant cocks panting in anticipation. Karen was getting her fair share too, licking and slobbering on the spare cocks that were not being sucked or fondled by Tracy. She was straddled over Tracy's body and mounted doggy style and fucked hard. The guys were really warming up to their task now, but I felt out of it. It was an excruciating pleasure to watch. My cock was rock hard. But I wasn't in the action. Then Karen signalled something to Markus and he stood up. His magnificent body and matted hair glistened with sweat and lubricating oil. His bulbous cock-head was now more purple than ever. He hovered over me like a giant, his massive cock dangling between his legs, his balls tightly trussed in the cock ring. "Taste my cock", he said crudely. "Taste your wife's juices on my cock head. She's such a good fuck and she just loves cock". There was a babble of agreement from the other five. Tracy was so hot and so aroused that her eyes seemed to have glazed over, and Karen was pretty much the same. The bulbous purple head was lowered towards my lips and I took a few exploratory licks. It tasted meaty and salty. I closed my lips around the bulb and regurgitated spittle so that the head nestled in juices. Slowly but surely the cock continued to surge into my mouth so that I gasped for breath and gaggled over it. I took his balls in my hand and manipulated them, my other hand stroking his matted and hairy stomach, caressing his ass cheeks. He tasted and felt so good. Tracy was looking at me and I realised that seeing me in action like this turned her even hotter. Emboldened by this gesture from the alpha male who had given me his cock, and judging from his groans of pleasure that he was thoroughly enjoying it, I went for the other cocks too. Four were engaged in fucking and throating Tracy and Karen, but there were always two spare for me to suck on. I slipped easily into the role, sucking them with vigour, paying particular attention to ball sacs and scrotums. Our orgy had become a mass of throbbing and heaving bodies, a parlour of meaty smells and resonant sounds of groans, whimpers and screams. We were building towards a climax and I anticipated a massive cum bath that would envelope the three of us. Tracy had been pulled to her feet with hot and throbbing cocks closing in all around her. One black guy sat on the edge of the bed and Tracy's face was lowered for her lips to envelope his cock in juicy sucking. Another guy penetrated her cunt from behind, his hands desperately groping her tits and nipples. Markus was showering hand slaps over her buttocks so that her white flesh bruised and sprouted purple patches. They were getting hotter and they were getting rougher. Tracy opened and closed on the cock penetrating her, getting into a faster and faster motion. Sensing our closeness to climax, I did a last round of cock sucking, going for the other black guy and giving him a real good, hard sucking so that he had to pull out when he was so close to cumming. Karen took charge now. "Ok you guys gather round. You (she grabbed Tracy by the hair) get on your knees bitch". Tracy lashed out and caught Karen across the midriff, making her gasp for breath. "I don't take orders from you bitch" she cried defiantly. Karen looked at Markus. His gigantic hand came out and lashed Tracy across the face, making her blanche and leaving red fingers marks across her cheek. "You do as you're ordered to you bitch. You're nothing but a piece of thrash, a piece of meat." He grabbed Tracy's hair and forced her lips onto his cock which was now really smelling strongly of sex meat. It had become poker hard, knotted and gnarled and glistened with spittle and Tracy's cunt juices. Tracy gobbled it hungrily. The other guys closed in. Karen shuffled her way into the pack, standing behind Tracy, holding her by the ears so that Tracy's head was rendered immobile as the huge cock drilled its way into her mouth. "Start masturbating them" Karen ordered, motioning me with her head. "I'll hold her head in position and you jerk their cocks and give her facials. Let's have their cum splattering her face". Gingerly I took Markus's balls in one hand, one finger pressing hard into his scrotum, planning to control his cum flow when he erupted. He had the privilege to cum first. Standing behind him I took the base of his cock, applying pressure to the stalk and forcing it further and further into Tracy's mouth so that she almost began to wretch as it raked her throat. Karen held her hard, her body going into a rhythmic motion as she pressed her hot cunt lips into the back of Tracy's head. He was sweating hard, his body glistening with the force of concentration and the strength of his increasing groans. My hands continued to apply pressure to his scrotum and his cock as I leaned hard into him, my own stiff cock raking his ass hole as he pursed his ass cheeks as if wanting me to enter him. His cock exploded in my hand, his body shuddering like a volcanic eruption. I pressed hard on his scrotum making him groan furiously but there was no holding his cum. It spurted out in great white, creamy lashings, obliterating Tracy's eyes and mouth, specks splattering onto Karen standing behind her and holding her hard. Tracy's own body shuddered as she had her own climax without even being touched, her lips working furiously to lick up the cum rivulets as they flowed down her cheeks and onto her lips. Markus grabbed his own cock and wiped the final droplets oozing out of his cock head, directly over Tracy's lips. He yanked Tracy's hard nipples making her scream with pain. "That was good bitch, real good". Karen rubbed the rest of the remaining semen into Tracy's face, over her eyes, her ears and her hair. In turn the diminishing circle fronted Tracy and unleashed their loads directly into her face. Her mouth just couldn't handle all the cum and streams of sticky liquid dripped down her neck and onto her tits as Karen continued to rub the creamy semen over Tracy's skin. By the sixth eruption, Tracy's face was almost obliterated, her hair congealed with semen. Karen's waist and tits also had a fair covering of cum as Karen had began to rub herself over Tracy's hair, absorbing the extra cum into her own skin. The sixth contestant had slinked away into the welcome shower as Tracy collapsed in a heap. Karen and I stood over her as if we were two ravenous wolves standing over a victim. "Get down and give her a good fucking Alfred. Give it to her hard. She needs a final flourish". Without further bidding I got down eagerly and flung myself into Tracy, the oils and cum in her body mingling with my own body so that we slipped and slid over each other. It took me just seconds to cum, a veritable explosion that thrust my cream deep into Tracy's cunt. Exhausted I dragged myself off Tracy's body. There had been many an astonishing moment in the whole episode but it was the developments over the next few moments that really freaked me out. Karen gently pulled Tracy to her feet and cuddled her. Their lips met, Karen standing on tip toe to reach Tracy's lips. Karen licked the remaining cum off Tracy's face, her hands gently running down Tracy's body and gently and sexily fondling her like they had been lifelong friends. The astonishment was that Tracy didn't object, or push her away. Karen put her arm around Tracy's waist and gently pulled her towards the shower. Their lips met again in a long and lingering kiss. The common adventures they had just shared had formed a bond between them as if the happenings had given them mutual satisfaction. They were in the showers for an age and I went off to my own shower. When I saw Tracy and Karen later they were walking hand in hand, walking towards me. We stopped and faced each other. "How was it?" Karen asked. "Great. You did great. It was a triumph of perfect planning". Karen smirked in satisfaction. She looked at Tracy and smiled fondly at her. "I'll organise the next one soon, but in the meantime, I take charge of Tracy. Leave her to me". PHOENIX46 End of Part One

Thai Bargirl By Starfire Mayo - Second Life Asian Girl (MMF, wife, interacial, prost., cuckold, asian) I fall in love and marry a Thai bar girl. She decides to carry on working. =================================== My wife Aliyt is a stunning Thai beauty. The kind of woman who can give you an erection by just moving her hips when she crosses the room. Aliyt is petite for a Thai girl at 5ft1" with gorgeous brown skin and a very slender and marvelously proportioned body. She has small firm breast with nipples that poke through those thin Thai tube tops she likes to wear and long waist length flowing black hair. As for yours truly, I am 49 years old white male, a bit overweight and like I like tight Asian pussy. I met my wife working in a bar in Bangkok. She came on to me and I bought her a few beers. We flirted and kissed mouth to mouth. I had paid the bar fine we spent the night together. From the first time I met her, Aliyt wore a wide smile and I found her to be endowed with a good sense of humour. She was always cheerful, very friendly and laughed easily while her eyes shone with mischief and joy. Her laugh revealed a sexy piercing on her tongue. I was later to find matching piercings on her belly button and her left vaginal lip. Aliyt was a sweet, affectionate, soft, gentle and very feminine girl. She was always smiling and charming. I knew Aliyt worked as a hostess in a beer bar. That was a fact and as such I knew what she did for a living. She provided company and sexual services to patrons. I knew that she could be bought from a bar for a night or more by paying a bar fine to the bar. She made money from having sex with clients and getting them to buy her lady drinks. She earned about 40,000 baht per month and she was only allowed two days off a month. She was not allowed time off on Fridays, Saturdays and national holidays and she had to go out with the clients four to ten times a month or pay fine of 500 baht for each missed quota as well as selling a hundred drinks. In spite of this as the days turned to weeks together, I could not help falling in love with her. Aliyt had grown up in Isaan and she had come to Bangkok to work and earn money to support her family. Her best friend Pom had been working as a dancer at a Go Go bar and found her a job in a beer bar. All the money she earned she would send back to her parents and when she was not working she would hang out and play cards wih Pom or the other girls. In addition to being docile, loving and devoted, she was very passionate and intense in her love making. She her trained her tight little Asian pussy into a real muscle. She groaned with passion as we made love and I knew she was really enjoying the sex leaving me totally satiated and exhausted. The first few weeks it seemed like a dream come true. I made all the arrangements and we travelled around visiting Thailand, enjoying being together and getting a feel for the culture. I must say I fell in love with the country too, its food its people lovely flowers and beautiful girls. When we were not out visiting or eating Aliyt liked to wake up late, watch TV and eat tasty spicy noodles. She did not seem to have any other interests except good sex and spending my money on shopping. I found that she was actually quite lazy actually, she did not like to do any housework, cook or clean up and thought that was the job of a maid. I put it down to cultural differences and forgave her as she was so loving towards me. Sex was great together and we got along very well without too many arguments. I liked Thai food and I loved fucking her slutty pussy and she knew how to care for me. Trust was a big part of our relationship. Aliyt had been a bargirl but she told me that it was all over now and she was starting out a new. She had fallen in love with me and she was determined that we get married and settle down. I had been told by a friend that to be successful in turning a bargirl into a girlfriend it had done so when they were new to prostitution. After the first couple of months it was much harder. I loved her so much that I decided that I would take my chances anyway. I knew we had a very special loving bond and I hoped that it would be strong enough. I had no problem with her past as a bar girl, I told myself. She had been quite open and honest about it. How her `uncle' and her friend Pom had helped her into the business and helped her train as a bargirl. How after she had been with the first few men things had changed for her. She had got into the swing of it and found the right attitude toward having sex with a customer, helped by the other girls. After a while she had decided to stick with the business and she had found herself easily willing to go out with additional men. She had found that she enjoyed it, the money, the thrills and the power it gave her over other men and the lifestyle it brought. She soon found herself addicted to the promiscuousness of prostitution. She was still young and desirable. I brought her stability and money. It was a good match. Married and back to the bar in Bangkok... Married and living in Thailand at last: After we got back from our honeymoon, we decided to live in Bangkok for a while until we managed to sort out all her emigration paperwork. I took a job as a consultant and made enough money to keep us comfortable. However it never seemed to be enough. We had only been back in Thailand a couple of weeks when Aliyt suggested we go back to the beer bar for the evening. "Whatever for?" I asked, startled. "Why would you want to go back to that place after the tough time they gave you?" "I need to see my Thai friends. Speak Thai. Please, honey. Do it for me, honey..." She pleaded, "I want to go now before it is too crowded." I blinked, suddenly noticing that she was already all dressed to go out. She was wearing a white Lycra tube top and tube micro skirt that fitted her body tightly like a glove and showed off her hard nipples beneath. She had put on bright red lipstick, mascara and was wearing black high heels with short white socks. I caught my breath. She looked absolutely desirable in a provocative and slutty way, very much in tune with what the average bar girl would be wearing. Reluctantly I agreed. I admitted to her that I was excited at the thought of other men getting a hard on for her. She laughed at me in surprise, but she seemed to feel relieved by my attitude. I admitted to her that actually the idea of all those other women looking at her disapprovingly and enviously and the men knowing that they could be fucking her for a price made me horny. She took hold of my cock firmly and ran her hand over the length of my cock, feeling it's hardness in her hand and looked me in the eye with a sluttish and provocative amusement. As she gently stroked it, she told me she liked men to want her. The thought of her fucking another men's cocks for money instead of mine made me so hard. I kissed her face and her neck. She let out a sigh then and pushed against my cock saying she was excited but ready to go. When we got to the bar, we sat down and ordered some drinks and Pom came up to us and hugged Aliyt. The girls were happy and excited to see each other and chatted together in Thai. Pom began to flirt with me at the same time. Smiling at me, she told Aliyt how lucky she was to find such a good hearted strong handsome husband. I felt embarrassed and offered to go over the bar and fetch some drinks. When I got back I found my wife standing next to a stranger. She smiled at him and leaned over towards him. He said something and she laughed. She looked so charming and beautiful. By the way he was looking at her he was certainly not insensitive to her personality and sex appeal. She waved for beers and sat down close next to him, leaving me alone at the bar. He seemed to be all over her. I had never seen the man before. He had his arms around my wife and that he was squeezing and pulling her firm bottom up against his crotch. Her arms were resting on his shoulders and she was rubbing up against him, sliding her pussy up and down his leg, feeling his meat rubbing up against her soaked pussy, touching his cock under his pants to get it hard and kissing his ear and giggling. He said something in her ear and her face flushed and she glanced towards me. I saw that her hand was touching and feeling his hard cocks in their pants. They continued to drink more beers and the guy reached out and started to fondle and caress my wife's breast through her tight Lycra tube top. His hands were on her hard nipples and I saw him fondling them with his fingers. She kissed him open mouthed. I watched in horror at my beloved locked in a mouth to mouth kiss with him. I saw her mouth move as she stuck her tongue down his throat with passion. I felt a strong pang of real jealousy and nearly got up but stopped myself in time. I told myself that it was too late anyway to be jealous as that was her nature and after all she seemed to be really enjoying it. I was getting my wish, I thought with irony. Another man was ravaging my wife and I was there to see it. I felt anger, jealousy and arousal fighting it out. She shook her head. I saw his hand reach up between her legs. His fingers thrust in and rubbed her wet horny pussy. She had her hand on his horny dick now. She had extracted it from his pants and she was firmly trying to jerk her customer off. After a few strokes my sweet Thai bride took it in her mouth and was licking and sucking at his thick cock like a back alley whore. I watched my girl take this strange meat between her lips: What a complete slut! She eagerly shoved his meat in her mouth. From the look on her face she liked sucking his erected cock and was enjoying every second of it. When she is boozed up with a few drinks taking an unknown stiff cock in her mouth seemed natural. With all the excitement she had obviously totally forgotten about me. It seemed like she didn't care about me her spouse in this private little moment of her... She was partying with this well hung male as the boozed flowed through her body and my lady lost control and went with her animal bitch instincts which told her to fuck any strong cock with cash in it for her. My wife might be a real slut but I am proud of her. She sucked him off until the poor guy couldn't take no more and he was ready to explode in her mouth. She moved back, her lips smiling and dripping with cum. He said something to her. She ignored him. He insisted and they reluctantly got up and wandered over to me. I stood up and approached the couple. "That's my wife you are groping, Mister. Get your hands off her ass." I said. He looked up at me with annoyance but made no move to break free. "Nah, I paid for her drink," he replied. "Get lost..." He added with disdain. I clenched my fists controlling my anger and jealousy. I looked at the couple with strong mixed emotions and contradictory feelings: anger at my wife's behavior, fear of not wanting to confront or fight this man and arousal at seeing my wife behave like a slut before me. My cock was hard looking at what he is doing to her, touching her intimately. I felt overcome by mental and moral cowardice and took a step back. Aliyt glanced at me up. I could read disappointment and contempt in her eyes as I back down. Reluctantly, she disengaged herself gently from his strong embrace. When the customer began to protest she put a finger to his lips and whispered something in his ear. He grudgingly let go of her and she moved towards me. He nodded, unhappy but said nothing. I took hold of her arm firmly and pulled her against me. "Stop, you're hurting me." She winced. "What do you think you're doing, behaving like that?" I said. "I'm working, honey. He pay me good. Please don't get angry. Promise." She pleaded, eyes wide. "What do you mean you're "working". I thought you had given that up and that we were going out together." I responded. "They call me this afternoon. Nerissa is sick. They need another girl to cover her shift. I tell them I can do it. Need more pocket money, honey." She said. I suddenly realized that she had not told me the truth earlier. She was quite cunning, irresponsible and deceitful when she wanted to be. I was angry that she had committed to work at the bar without asking me. After all she was married to me now! "The other girls are busy. I help them out." She insisted, seeing my expression. "No more fighting, honey. Please. I just flirt and they buy me drink. That is all. Afterwards I rape you, promise." She said gently squeezing my cock through my pants. "His firm cock makes my pussy wet and horny for you, honey." She pulled my finger under her skirt and into her soaked sleeve. She wasn't wearing any panties beneath. "You feel how I am wet now, honey?" She said, fucking my finger gently and discretely with her pussy. She gave me a quick sperm - wet peck on the lips and told me: "Jake ask me for short time with him." I looked at her, stunned. "You mean you want to go with him?" I blurted out. "He pay me good money, 3,000 baht for short time honey." She said. "You're not going with him?" I managed, my face livid. "I need to work. Earn money. I go with Jake, have good time, do boom boom." Misinterpreting my look of anguish, she kissed me briefly and added: "You no worry, tilak ja. Jake take good care of me. He nice big cock. He fuck my pussy good. I come back to you soon after Jake finished boom boom ." The guy had only just invited my slutty wife back to his hotel for a good fuck with her. Even though she was with me, my true whore of a bargirl was unable to resist his lewd offer. Before I could protest Jake wrapped his big arms around my girl and pulled her tight up against his big cock. She looked at me pleadingly so I gave in. She kissed the guy hungrily and took him by the hand. She would definitely be taking her clothes off to ride this well-hung stud shortly. I knew that soon he would be spreading her legs then driving his long fat cock into her cunt and pounding her like the cheap bar whore that she was. She called over to the Madam. I saw them discussing something, then the man reached into his pocket and handed over some money to Madam Orchid. She shook her head and reluctantly he gave her some more baht. She smiled and nodded. I swallowed hard: Had he just paid the bar fine for my wife? Aliyt got up, took the man by the arm and lead the guy down the back. She glanced at me giving me a little smile and a sign to wait. I got up to follow but I found myself intercepted by Madam Orchid. "You cannot go, Sir. Mrs is busy now." She said, stepping in front of me to block my passage. "I want to see her now," I insisted. "Ok, come this way then." She said misunderstanding my intentions. Reluctantly, I let her take me through another back door that gave into the office adjoining the back bedroom. I stopped and gasped: "What the hell..." I felt angry and frustrated. At the same time I knew that I would enjoy watching my cum grubbing hoe getting hammered in a variety of sex positions. There through a one way mirror I saw my wife on the bed with the other man. Watching my beloved being touched by this stranger made my stomach retch. As I watched him kiss her on the lips and her avid little mouth responding to his embrace I felt weak at the knees. I wanted to faint but I forced myself to watch with dawning horror, realising at last what I had got myself into. My wife was making out with a total stranger and soon she would be taking his cock inside her lovely body, a body I had adored and thought of now as belonging to me. I felt anger, arousal and fascination as I watched. I wanted to stop her and hit the guy but I knew that it was not the answer and anyway what was done was done. It was too late. I just had to touch my hard on and stare at her as she became aroused and responded to him physically, pasting her firm slim body against his, rubbing her hand over his crotch provocatively. I realised that she couldn't see me through the one way mirror. I had often fantasized about watching my beautiful wife being fucked by one of her customers but it had never occurred to me that it might actually happen for real until then just been that. Seeing here like this now just made me angry or want to cry or something. Instead I just gritted my teeth tight and I watched standing still and doing nothing. The only thing that moving was my lurching dick. The idea of my wife fucking a total stranger and cumming on his cock made me really hard but I guess there is a real difference between wishing it to happen and actually being there and seeing your wife getting screwed in front of you. I had once fucked the wife of a dude I met on the internet right in front of him. He had been very cool and mature about the whole thing. He had watched quietly stroking his cock. After I had made his wife cum screaming on my hard cock he had calmly proceeded to fuck his wife and then they had kissed warmly. I was very impressed, wondering if I could be so mature about it too and enjoy it for the simple screwing it was without any emotion or jealousy. "Don't be angry, Sir. Your wife's pussy is still good for many men." Madam said, trying to sooth me. This of course had the very opposite effect. I was shocked. I knew that this was the answer to giving my wife the happiness and fulfilment she needed and lacked but was I really prepared to sell my wife to a horny stranger who wanted to fuck her in the ass for bahts? She was a Thai girl and even if she had sex for money I knew that once a girl had been a whore she would always be a a whore and that having sex with a man for money would always make her extremely horny. As for myself I found an irrestistable and morbid fascination at the thought of watching my wife ride some rich guy's cock for cash. I wondered what would happen if I allowed her to continue earning money by fucking men who simply craved to use her lovely body for sex. Would I ruin my marriage and lose my beautiful wife? I knew it was a risk. But then I had this obsessive fantasy to see other guys use and fuck her for money like the bar girl she had trained hard to be. I was shocked at myself, but deep inside I knew she wanted and needed to take other cocks in her even now after we were married. "You're very lucky man to have such a hot sexy wife. She fuck real good, I know." Said the Madam. My cock was growing harder in my pants now. I lusted to see this stud bone my petite slutty wife. I wanted to see him fucking her pussy, making it loose again, then fucking her asshole and filling it with cum. I wanted to fuck her pussy and feel his semen squishing around my cock too. Aliyt had been brought up in a culture where they were taught to please men and she had worked the bars fucking many men every day for nine years. So what was another cock cumming in her tight asian pussy anyway? I guess that what had changed now was that she was mine, my wife, my loving bride and I adored her. I wanted to jump up and stop it, but at the same time I loved her so much and I wanted her to enjoy having sex with the other man. I wanted to touch her hair and gently stroke her lovely shoulder. Her eyes were sparkiling with sexual desire and mischief. I wanted to kiss her on the lips and a squeeze her tight before letting her pleasure her male friend. I felt a terrible pang of jealousy and arousal, yet I was proud of her professional dedication to her duties and her desire to keep him in her hold, pleasure him and make him cum adoringly in her pussy. I was torn between a series of strong conflicting emotions but I just kept fondling my cock to ensure that I would allow my wife to get the sexual satisfaction she needed and to earn the reward we both felt she deserved. The man moved to her head and I watched in horror and he slid his cock down her throat. "Fuck her. Fuck my slutty bargirl. She wants and deserves it...." I thought. My wife sealed her luscious brown lips around his exposed cock head and plunged her head down onto his dick. I watched her head move expertly up and down his long glistening shaft, suppressing a gag as she moved to take the whole nine inches deep inside her small throat. I could not believe it! Little did I know my bitch would suck that bastard's cock and fuck him with such a fierce passion. She came up for breath and groaned, letting out a deep long "Ahhh!" of satisfaction, hunger and unchaste enjoyment. Then she began to suck harder at his cock. No longer able to control himself the guy released a hot sticky stream of man juice straight down my hot little Asian girl's throat. She swallowed hard, taking down every last drop of his cum. Then she proceeded to lick the moisture off his cock and tease it with her tongue until it was hard again. She pushed him back onto the bed and with a wicked smile climbed on top of him, mounting his cock. I noticed her pussy was wetter than I had ever seen it before. Her juices were running down her inner thighs. Reaching down beneath her, she took hold of his long cock. Holding hit firmly with her left fist, she positioned the cock head against the open entrance of her moist vaginal lips. With one strong shove thrust, she let herself down the full length of his cock, taking it up to the hilt in her hot pussy. As she sank down on his cock, she closed her eyes, smiled and opened her mouth, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. I looked at her as she slowly began to move up and down on his cock, lifting herself up on her knees, then gently letting herself back down on it. She was impaled upon this stranger's cock and I could see that she was loving it. His cock was thick and long and she tightened her ass cheeks to grasp it firmly inside her tight pulsating pussy. I knew that she was thrilled feeling that huge cock inside her, penetrating her belly so fully and so deeply. She was hot, wet, and tight on top of him, riding his cock. That way, she could take it all, every fucking inch of the precious meat into fill her hungry whore pussy. She swiveled her hips and then rocked back and forth on the man's thrusting cock, making sure he had maximum penetration. Even though it was a bit awkward with my being there, I knew from her happy eyes that my cutie was really enjoying getting fucked by this other guy. I watched my hot cunted bitch ride the stranger's cock. She was acting like a real horny slut: She thrust up against his down eagerly riding his dick with fierce passion and begging for him to fuck her harder. She had never let me fuck her like that, I realised. Not that deep, hard and dirty. My fantasy had become reality: My wife was fucking this stranger deeply. Even though it had been so fucking hot to watch another man plowing my wife I knew then and there that our relationship was in serious trouble. But I just could not help enjoy watching my wife moan of pleasure as this other guy drilled her tight wet pussy. I could not help pulling out my cock and I stroking it hard as I watched her moaning with guttural pleasure now. I was so horny watching her new male friend fuck my slutty bride. "She knows we are watching." Said the Madam. Effectively Aliyt looked up in our direction, staring straight at me through the mirror. She smiled and quickened her pace. I saw my lovely wife squeeze her legs around his thrusting body urging him on as he came in her. His strong dark body stiffening as he gushed his wad deep up inside my wife's unprotected womb. I was rock hard and my own cock jerked in my hand. My wife let out a wild cry and then shuddered. I never thought I would see her enjoy the most powerful of orgasms from some random stranger's cock. She quickly came again but she kept on riding the guy's cock like there was no tomorrow. He looked up at her and they both leaned in to kiss. They were actually making love now. I could tell. This wasn't simply fucking any more. I could tell by the look in their faces. She told me afterwards that he was awesome and that he had totally abused her, screwing their tight anal hole so hard. Finally I could stand no more and let my seed out cumming too in appreciation of my wife's enjoyment. The bed sheets where my wife had had sex looked soaked in sweat and sex. Aliyt's body was glistening from the hard fucking. The guy rolled over on his back and they kissed exploring each other's mouth again. After he had left I went into the other room. She smiled at me and pulled me towards her. She kissed me gently, tenderly and passionately on the mouth. Her mouth and her whole face smelled like cock. There was a peaceful and satisfied warm, loving glow about her. She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. As she closed her eyes and kissed she closed her eyes remembering the feeling of the other guy between her thighs. The feeling of his long, hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy and imagining its full length still inside her cunt. She shivered with delight at the thought. I put my hand on her sticky wet crack, collected a potent mixture of pussy juice, the semen of another guy and put fingers in my mouth, tasting the juices of her coupling. It tasted sweet and musky. She smiled at me, surprised and delighted then pulled my head down towards her wanton loose pussy saying: "Lick my pussy clean, honey. I still have lots more work to do tonight. Lick it clean for me so another real man can fuck me good there for you." I could not blame my wife if I was a cuckold now. After all she was a pleasure girl and nothing I could do would take the whore out her now or stop her screwing other men's cocks and letting them pleasure her and cum in all her holes... I adored my filthy immoral Thai bar girl wife and that meant I would have to put up with the situation. She pasted my head against her pussy and rubbed it over my mouth and nose, directing me to lick between her soft half parted vaginal lips where the sticky juice was starting to ooze out in blobs. I licked hungrily at her unclean pussy, drinking and swallowing the fresh cum. "Eat it," she said rubbing my face in it. "Yes, that's right. Suck it all out of me... Can you taste his cum, honey? You see how he liked fucking your slutty wife's pussy? It was so good. He made me cum like a bitch in heat." She groaned as I licked all around her pussy, sucking and swallowing the sperm from her sinful arousal. She told me that he had paid her more to fuck her bareback without a condom. Anyway it didn't matter now that she was married, she explained. After all we wanted to have children and so she could make more money fucking her customers bareback. If she got knocked up that was okay since we wanted to have a kid. It didn't really matter to her which cock or whose sperm it was. I groaned and told her to go and fuck another guy. She smiled and replied that she was feeling horny too. I was surfing Thai porn sites when I found the clip of my wife doing it with this other guy. She told me that she had stopped working. But when I saw her fuck that guy on the internet, I couldn't deny anymore the fact that she had lied to me. She was wearing her wedding ring so I knew this was only a week or two old. She was working as a bargirl again fucking and sucking men for a living. When you see the footage on my site, you'll see why you should never trust a fucking whore! My mouth fell open and I swallowed hard as I watched the new post of my new bride fucking this dude; I watched him kiss her on the lips and her avid little mouth responding to his embrace. I felt weak at the knees. I wanted to faint but I forced myself to watch with dawning horror, realizing at last what I had got myself into. I felt anger, arousal and fascination as I watched. I would really like to rub her breasts and lick her pussy firmly as she sucked on a customer's cock head, licking his cock conscientiously and massaging his balls at the same time. It was obvious that he wanted to fill my wife's pussy full of cum. I thought to myself that surely she would like it too and this would certainly make her little girlish nipples are very hard and erect. It was not long before I was watching as my filthy Aliyt get a hard hot fucking, Her small tits and ass trembled as the guy banged her pussy, making her gasp with pleasure and cum hard. I watched unable to decide whether I was angry or horny. I watched as the guy spread some KY jelly heavily onto his cock. He then positioned himself between her legs and spread her buttocks so that his cock head would slide up and down her slit to her ass. My wife did not seem to protests. He applied lube to her ass and worked it into her tight ass making her squirm and moan. He began working his cock into her ass very slowing against her anus till the head popped into her asshole. My wife squirmed and let out a little yelp, but the guy held her steady as he slowly pushed his cock deeper into her ass. He began sliding his huge black cock in and out of her asshole while she whimpered and grunted till he was finally pounding her ass as hard as he could driving her face down on the bed. As he penetrated her, he fingered her clit, helping to enjoy it fully. His strokes became longer and with more power in her tight ass. She arched her back to meet his thrusts. I watched eagerly as the guy's thick cock fucked in and out of her exposed ass. I listened to her grunt each time he slams balls deep and his cock is buried in her hole! I didn't care that she was getting fucked for money. All that mattered was the cock embedded in her ass. I watched the video several times until I came hard. I still could not believe it. I then got the idea to check the clothes hamper. In it I found her panties, top and mini jeans. The panties were lacy and tight and the clothes smelled of cigarette and beer. She had been drinking in a bar. The panties on the other hand were definitely used and dirty. The crotch of the panties smelled of sex. It was stained around the vaginal area with a darker white discharge - a proof of her cheating. I put the panties to my face and breathed in the scent. I had to prove it to myself. It was definitely a mixture of sex. I felt depressed, like a beaten man, as I clutched her stained panties. My mind was spinning. I felt sick and angry. You cannot imagine my confusion. I pleasured myself with my cheating wife's cum-stained panties pushed against my face. And, it didn't take long. I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime after that humiliation. When the next day I confronted her, I demanded to know what was going on. When I told her about it she cried and said how sorry she was. She told me she loved me and asked me to forgive her. Reluctantly I commented on how beautiful and sexy she looked with another man's cock in her mouth and I admitted how horny it made me to have married a slut and see her fucking another man like that. That it just made me want to fill her cunt with my own big long hard piece of hot meat. I was totally addicted to her pussy too. My wife had promised me that she wasn't going to do any adult work after we married, but she had continued and now I knew that she would not be able to stop her. This made me crazy and at the same time it turned me on. I knew I would not want her to stop either even though I knew that soon she would be sucking and fucking other dicks. Aliyt admitted to me that she wanted and needed to fuck other men for money but that she would not cheat and do it behind my back any more. My wife loves only me but she also enjoys working as a bargirl and hooker, earning good money and enjoying male company. She wants me to allow her to continue working in a beer bar. She wants to continue earning money by fucking men who desire her lovely brown body for sex. Certainly the idea of other men fucking my wife turns me on. Would it ruin my marriage and lose my beautiful wife? She likes taking a hard cock into her tight little Thai pussy and I cannot blame her really. I am sure now that my wife will want to continue fuck other men for money. We watched the porn movie of her fucking together on the bed and she put her hand between her legs and rubbed herself. It was obvious that she still felt horny about the episode and that masturbation alone would not relieve her desires at all. In fact it only served to make her even more horny. I felt her pussy: it was wet and hungry. She suddenly embraced me as she felt an urgent need to be fucked and to have a stiff cock inside her. I was unable to satisfy her and to fulfil her sinful urges and desires even though I came four times. So after she had fucked me my wife had told me she was off to work. Back to the bar... I later got the details off her. My wife had picked a guy in the beer bar. Aliyt was sucking his cock the whole ride back to the hotel in the back of the taxi. They went to the bedroom as soon as they got in. She pushed him on the bed and started ripping his clothes off. She rode him like a bronco while clawing at his chest with her long, painted nails. His cock was hard as a brick as she was riding him. He began to fuck her upwards to meet her thrusts, sinking his cock all the way into her writhing cunt. He watched her face, flush with her arousal, and felt her body tense. "Ride my cock, you fucking whore. Ride my big dick." He groaned. Aliyt thrust her ass up and down on his stiff stick, fast and hard. Her breath was heavy and short. He slapped her ass to make her speed up. Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly as she trembled violently through waves of intense pleasure as he sent his sperm into my young wife above him. My wife came home in the early morning hours. She was wearing a short skirt and a revealing halter black blouse with black stripper heels. She looked trashy and sexy like a beer bargirl. She kicked off her heels and hiked up her skirt. I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She spread her legs and reached down with a tissue and wiped between her crotch before she dropped her skirt. She brushed her teeth without saying a word before jumping into bed. She smelled of beer and sex as her smooth legs brushed against mine as she adjusted the blankets. Her pussy was red and puffy from and ass were sore after being stretched the guy's big cock and a lot of sex. There was dried semen on her thighs and my wife's hair was a mess and she smelled like cum. I took a deep breath of air and then went down on her. The taste was salty and acidic but I gave her the best oral sex I knew how. She orgasmed twice and then almost yelled at me to stop because it was getting too sensitive. She told me to use a condom as she was working now and she did not want me to catch anything or make her pregnant as that would interfere with her being able to attract and fuck other me. Just knowing some guy's sperm was already inside her from earlier in the night and feeling the cum squishing around against my wet condom was driving me crazy. All that man-lube caused my penis to glide right in. I could hardly feel her vagina around me but that was actually a good thing. She lay on her back as I rammed her shaven cunt with aggression. She winced as we made love and told me that she was a little sore down there as the last guy had got a big dick. Imagining his large dick inside my wife made me even harder. My cock was so hard it was throbbing inside of her. Aliyt groaned as she wrapped her legs around this me, surprised at the amount of energy I had found in spite of my age. The bed was rocking and banging against the wall. Her cunt was oozing pussy juice all over my hard cock. She had a powerful orgasm as came inside her tender pussy hole. Watching my wife with a customer A couple of days later my wife brought home her first male friend as her friend who shared the room where she usually fucked her customers had her family staying there and the guy was married on vacation there with his wife. She admitted to me on the phone before she got to the house that she had not told him that she was married and that I better keep out of the way. She turned up at my house with this tall black guy. From the way she was all over him and flirting I could tell that she really wanted this black hunk in her pussy. I saw it was making her hot and flushed. I knew that I would love to watch her be used by this powerful Black man so I went in the other room and let her make her move and take care of business. Meanwhile I was imagining watching him slide his big dick deep inside her loving pussy and making her whimper and then lovingly clean her up afterwards. After a while I crept upstairs and peeked in. I saw my wife down on her hands and knees like a proper slut. He was balls deep in her tight Asian snatch which was tighter than any slutty white wife, while her sissy wimpy white husband remained outside. The guy was fucking her doggie style. This perfect stranger had his long hard dick in her ass and he was pushing himself into her soft moist cunt, showing her what it meant to have a real hard dick banging her wet pussy, grabbing her big tits and calling her a slut. The guy held my Thai whore in place using her like an evil fuck doll and abusing her slut pussy. Until a few days ago my wife had been home with me her husband playing the role of dutiful wife. Now my wife had taken this big black gangbanger upstairs into our bedroom and she had a nine inch black cock abusing her and drilling her senseless. I couldn't believe the vile filth that came spilling out of my cute bitch's mouth while she begged for a harder fuck in the ass. I just stood there, cock in hand and watched. As he fucked her pussy hard with his powerful cock she looked into his eyes with adulation and total sexual submission. The look of content sent an icy feeling to my heart as I knew that she had found a new way to satisfy her greedy appetite for sex and money. As I watched my wife also enjoying being screwed I just wanted to fuck my beautiful dirty wife in the same manner...but admit I simply do not have the body, virility and over-sized cock to do so as she would desire. After a moment I saw him pop his dick out of her cunt and shove it in her ass. She wasn't expecting to take it up her ass but before she could say anything he had stuffed his cock in her butt hole. She groaned as his big cock stretched her anus but he just pushed it in further. She said it hurt for a minute but then she began to moan as she pushed her ass back on his hard dick. After a few minutes of pounding his cock in and out of her asshole, by wife begged him to cum. Of course he obliged her and pulled his dick out of her ass. She kissed him briefly on the lips and told him to come back soon. After this my wife told me she had never felt so filled and nasty in her life and that she had enjoyed it like crazy. I told her black men had the biggest cocks and more spunk than white men, that is what made her cum harder. I remarked to her that she had failed to use a condom again. Aliyt admitted that she loved me very much and wanted a baby very bad. Since she was still working as a bargirl and whoring this would end up another bastard. My wife argued that this is okay and that it didn't matter whose sperm it is was long as we were married. After all if we wanted to have children she could also make more money fucking her customers bareback. If she did get knocked up that was okay since we wanted to have a kid. It didn't really matter to her which cock or whose sperm it was. Having many cocks fucking her pussy would give her maximum seeds in her loins and impregnate her. I did not know what to say at first and started to protest but Aliyt insisted on taking cum in her pussy until she is seeded by a bull. She declared that I was not allowed to fuck her unprotected anymore until she knew that she is knocked up good. I gave in on condition that I be allowed to watch her being used by her black bull as she knows I enjoy seeing their huge cocks in her tiny Asian pussy. I had a very young Filipina friend who had married a white guy from my town and after nine months she had produced a black baby. I knew that she had been regularly fucking other men throughout their honeymoon. I should have known that my wife's tiny Asian pussy was helpless to withstand the overpowering sexual performance capabilities of that man's thick black dick. Now she is addicted to it, addicted to his cock, addicted to cumming over and over at his command. I had witnessed what a big black cock could do to her married Thai ass. I had sex with my wife after he had left. She rode me pretty rough. Her pubic area was already flooded by their juices. After a couple of minutes, I lost it. It was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I loved my wife. I loved her for giving me sex. She was still riding me when I told her I already came. She hadn't noticed. She stopped and looked down between her legs at my shrinking erection. She got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn't move, it was so intense. The next day the black farang was back for more. She was all over him kissing him, calling him darling and staring him deep in the eyes with lust and adulterous desire. Her body seemed to shiver with anticipation as he squeezed her ass. She was so eager with the anticipation of worshipping his beautiful, perfect black body that she was caressing her superior black cock through his trousers. She quickly dragged him upstairs for another session of raw se and a chance for him to stretch her small Thai pussy with his big black cock again. I watched through the bedroom door as she his massive erection out of his pants, her eyes gleaming with sinful lust and her lips trembling with anticipation. It was the biggest black cock that I had ever seen in my life! Before I knew it, her lips closed around his hard cock. I was now watching her mouth slide down on another man's prick! Her tongue swirled around the tip and then she put his entire cock into her mouth all the way down to the balls. She bobbed her head up and down, and her fingers lightly caressed his balls as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip and sucked the head. She sucked and slurped while she stroked his balls, and then fisted his prick and sucked as she stroked it, up and down, over and over. She was already hungrily sucking that huge cock, licking and spitting on it, trying to swallow it all the way down to its big balls. I could understand why she was so greedy and lusty at having a dick that size. I guessed that her pussy was just itching to get that extremely large cock filling her cunt all the way up, banging her lusty wet hole while she moans with pleasure. He threw his head back and groaned: "I'm gonna ruin that tight little pussy and her ass girl. I'm gonna pump a massive load of hot spunk deep inside of your booty..." His black cock was starting to ooze. I watched as she sucked his wet dripping cock. She wanted and lusted for that real a big fat black cock in her juicy hole. After a while when the monster cock could grow no longer my wife slid her warm tight cunt over the guy's big erection and rode him and fucked him hard, banging his balls against her pussy. Her wet mouth remained wide as she panted and rode his cock hungrily. While she was being fucked, she glanced at the door. She knew I was watching. Her eyes were glazed with immense promiscuous bliss while the black bull split her open and filled her small pussy with his dark cock. They fucked in every position with Aliyt making sure the positions were such that I could see his cock going in and out of her little housewife pussy. I watched with pain, envy and adoration even though I know she is humiliating me by cheating and prostituting her body with this man. This guy treated my wife like a Thai street meat and completely abused her pussy with his big dick. This is what happens when you marry a wife who's young, hot, and dick hungry whore. We just got married and she was already spreading her legs for other guys. I watched with mixed pleasure and disgust the lewd scene of his long black shaft stretching her cheeks and stuffing her pussy mouth. He had her hips in a vice grip and proceeded to pound her pussy, his dick was a battering ram crashing into her horny hole. She squealed in delight. Her pussy was never been more alive. She loved to be used well by men. This stranger gave her what she needed. He was groaning now. My wife stared into my eyes as she experienced an earth shattering orgasm. As I watched this black man probably half my age and twice his size putting a load like that into my unprotected married Thai wife I felt aroused beyond belief and terribly sad. My wife was allowing this guy to fertilize her eggs. His spunk was so abundant that it filled her pussy to the brim and flowed out of her sleeve in a white sticky mixture and ran down her thigh. After seeing the amount of cum he had pumped into my wife's tight pussy I'm sure that he had impregnated her tubes and that soon I would be the proud cuckold father of a black baby. Then I thought I love the taste of her well fucked cunt, perhaps she would let me try and stop it and lap up the gobs of spunk that were oozing from her well fucked cunt. After he had left I found my wife there waiting for me with his cum in her pussy. The big black cock bull had left her married baby making pussy full of his cum. I was rewarded with the pleasure of cleaning his seed from her pussy with my tongue on her sticky vaginal lips. She insisted I put on a condom before I was allowed to slide my relatively smaller cock into her well used stretched and gooey vaginal hole. I guess she did not want me to contaminate her breeding stud's potent seed. With the amount of sperm I her belly I thought that would be highly unlikely but I was hard at the idea too. She was a bitch and did not care who impregnated her as long as he fucked and paid her well, made her cum hard on his big cock and was not her husband. I pumped their promiscuous thick juices in and out of her womb helping her to fertilize her eggs. As I came she groaned and kissed me hard on the lips. I tasted the cock on them. A few minutes earlier she had been sucking her bull's hard black cock with her lovely lips and licking and gratefully swallowing his cum. After that sometimes she has sex in front of me but mostly in her customer's hotel room. I don't know why I have not put up much of a fight. I lost my pride and dignity when it came to my wife. It was a mixture of love and complete hated at the same time. I know my fucking slutty bitch is getting her skinny cunt getting banged in the shower, on the bed, on the floor or elsewhere and I am not able do anything about it. My petite Asian bar girl is getting a dick stuck in her dirty pussy several times a day now for money and it makes me horny. Once you have been with a Thai or Filipina women it is hard to go back to a western women. They are so cute, loving, caring, feminine and they all have good hot sexy bodies. Why would a western man want to return to an equal relationship in the west when he's got a woman who will make his dinner every night, not require help instinctively know how please a man, to make him feel special, and use this same talent in bed?

Summary: Several people recount their experiences of a future pleasure palace to a journalist, who suspects that not everybody is using the unrivalled body-modification facilities for their own good. Part: 4 Author: Hugh Deacon Title: Investigating the Palace This is a sequel, but as the original is a published book, I can't ask you to read that first. Hopefully these bits of story stand on their own, but it may help to know that they're set in a kind of pleasure resort of the future, and that it is common in that time to modify your body just as much as you can afford. My interest is in those who have less control over how their bodies turn out ... As you might imagine, I don't advise reading any further if you're underage, nor if you're one of the many types of person who risks a shattered world-view discovering what turns some people on. All others - read, save, distribute, whatever you like as long as the file stays in this form. Investigating the Palace by Hugh Deacon Interview Three You mustn't use my name. 'A society lady' will do. Sounds dreadfully old-fashioned, doesn't it? Still, if my friends knew I actually talked about what goes on here I'd never hear the end of it. I've been spending a week a year here for a long time now. I remember when it was only an expensive hotel and, my, things have improved. Only yesterday I splashed out and outbid all the panting males to spend a night with a cute little girl, barely into her teens by the looks, although no doubt it's only a clever illusion. She nearly wept with gratitude when I told her there would be no penetration, and her eager little tongue worked overtime down between my legs in a practical thank-you. I say things have improved, but for a number of years we hedonistic women were not really very well served. The management were keen to please, but there was a certain sterility to the offerings, nothing much to quicken the pulse of an experienced slut. The time before last I actually took this up with the man himself, J C Brookes (does he possess a Christian name, do you know?). "Look here, Brookes," I told him, "You're not trying hard enough. You've got a unique place here, but you're disappointing half your customers." "My dear Mrs -, I'm sorry to hear that. What can we do to improve things? As one of our most valued clients I'm sure your wishes will be accomodated if at all possible." Those whiskers of his were positively vibrating with distress. A criticism of his precious pleasure palace is like a direct challenge to his manhood. We were in the reception area at the time, surrounded by enticing displays of flesh and assorted depravaties. I waved my hand in a gesture taking them all in. "Look at these - we have pneumatic dolly-birds, we have mermaids, we have girls with more orifices than nature ever planned for, we have girls held in permanently available poses by metal exoskeletons . . . I could go on and on." "We are proud of our diversity, certainly." "But." I took hold of his chin. He was too cultured to object, but his eyes widened in surprise. "Where are the males? I don't mean the bronzed specimens of perfect manhood that we are encouraged to make use of whenever they're not serving or maybe disciplining your slaves. I mean the beasts. The satyrs. Pure masculine dominance in some freak form. Don't you think I get tired of inviting men to my bed and having them perform for me? I can do that in my normal life." Brookes carefully detached himself. "So what is it you're suggesting?" "Oh, I don't know," I said, turning on my heel in frustration, noticing with pleasure that he couldn't help glancing at my leg as my skirt flapped free. I've spent a lot on this body over the years. "I leave the details to you. Something I've never experienced before. A male I can't resist, who will overcome my maidenly resistance and rut, rut, rut all night long. But not just a rent-a-man. Surely you can think of something." When I looked back at him he was straightening his collar with a thoughtful air. "I think you may have something there, Mrs -. There is a programme we have on at the moment that could be diverted, and it may also solve a little problem." He refocused on me, a decision obviously having been reached. "Before you leave, we should have something to surprise you. And, please, allow me to add a vintage champagne to your next meal in thanks for your suggestion." Well, I wasn't going to object to that, was I? I must confess that I spent the next day in a strange mood. The beautiful hunks of manhood around couldn't match up to what my imagination was already creating for me, and I simply didn't feel like the slippery sensuality of a girl. Most unlike me. That must have been the first visit after they'd introduced the new transports, because I seem to remember touring the place most of the day on those, torturing the poor girl drivers by constantly changing my mind. I feel for them anyway, those girls. Have you seen them? The car-like things float just off the ground and have some unseen method of propulsion that's very smooth when you're sitting back in the passenger's padded chair. If you close your eyes, you'd never know you were moving. Then you open them to be faced with the shapely buttocks of your controller, more often than not dripping with sweat at the effort it needs. She stands in front of you, her feet locked into the base of the vehicle, with a shiny metal pole up between her legs, the top of which is shaped to fit into her anus to hold her in position. From the front of the pole sprouts a more complicated and flexible protrusion that she receives into her vagina. I've never been sure exactly how this works, but it's the sole means of controlling the thing. You can't see from behind, but I've watched them passing, bellies rippling as they work their pussy muscles to keep their charges heading in the right direction. More than once I've seen winces of agonised straining when coming across someone heading in the other direction as a girl's tired internals try to pull her vehicle to one side. Anyway, as I say, I got through several drivers that day. None of them could stand it for long. Whenever they slowed down, I'd give them a crack on the trembling rear, forcing them to squeeze their invader ever harder to maintain the speed. I saw interesting things on my way around, much as you're doing now, I imagine. It's quite possible to have a good time here without once succumbing to the vices of the flesh, but you'd be missing the point. The restaurant, where I consumed my free wine, is one of very few left in the world where real food is still used exclusively. Many will say that you can't tell the difference, that synthesised foodstuff is just as good and more reliable. They're just jealous. And where else can you select the most gorgeous young woman in sight to act as your table, just on a whim, as I did? She whimpered a bit at the heat of my plate on her back, but it suited my mood to be a little cruel. I also watched the slave auctions briefly, but I long ago lost interest in those. There are still a good many people for whom the instant availability of all the staff around them isn't enough. They need a body or two to call their own, and will pay handsomely for the privilege. Personally, I think it's vulgar to drag the poor things around after you all the time, weighed down with I don't know how much metal in the form of chains and fastenings. If a slave displeases you, it's a simple matter to use the rings they all have to put them in position for a whipping. Extra chains are just frivolous. I won't spoil your time here by detailing everything I saw. Suffice it to say that it isn't hard to fill a day even when you're as jaded as I was. Even so, I couldn't face the idea of a late night in my current state of mind, and retired to my suite early. There, I met with a sight that instantly dispelled my boredom. On the deep rug of my parlour was a cage, neatly decorated with a ribbon and bow. Inside, clinging to the bars, a most peculiar creature was looking very sorry for himself. He gazed around with a hunted expression as I squatted beside him. "Here, I recognise you," I said, the moment I realised. "Weren't you the cosmetician here? Didn't you treat me a year or two back?" "Possibly, mistress." He wouldn't meet my eyes. I wasn't surprised. He'd always been a vain man, as far as I could remember, and this must have been a real come-down for him. "So how do you come to be caged in my room, half-dog?" He just shook his head. I looked down his body, from the handsome head and well-sculpted shoulders to his waist, where the fur started, and on down to his legs. He'd never stand up again, that was for sure. He appeared to be a German Shepherd from the haunches back, complete with tail. It was a bizarre combination, paws at back and hands at front. "I won't let you out unless you do as I say," I warned him. "I don't want to be let out. Please, leave me in here." "Why, are you afraid I'll parade you around and embarrass you?" "No. No, it's not that. Please, just ignore me, and perhaps they'll change me back." He turned away, his tail brushing the bars. "That does it. Now I'm intrigued. You've got a minute to begin telling me what's wrong, or you come out of that cage and I shoo you out into the public area. Get on with it. I'm in the mood for a story." He sighed. "Was it you who told Mr Brookes there weren't enough male mutants?" "It was, and it's true." "Then I suppose you deserve to hear. "He visited me yesterday afternoon, in the nearest I've ever seen to panic, wanting to know if I had any projects that could be adapted to your request. Just at that time I was working on a way of combining a woman with a bitch - something which a certain fellow-director had made me think of. We've been adding animal features to our slaves for a long time, but there were new aspects to this, behavioural changes, so it was tricky. Still, I'd got it cracked, and couldn't see why a male version shouldn't work. All I needed, I told Mr Brookes, was a person to use. That was all right, he said, because he had someone in mind already. "I worked late into the night changing the programme where necessary, and left a message to say I was ready before crashing out in my clinic. That was where my problems started. I woke up strapped to my own couch, with a line into my arm. I was about to protest when I saw Mr Brookes was there again. My angry words died in my mouth. "'I said the ideal man was around, didn't I,' he said, and my fears were confirmed. 'One who needs to be taught some loyalty, I think. A spell as a lap-dog should do the trick.' "I had no reply to that." "Why not?" I asked. "Had you done something wrong?" His face distorted with anger for a moment. "I gave that director I mentioned a long-overdue taste of slavery. Mr Brookes didn't even disagree with what I'd done. "'I like the way Tamara's turned out,' he said, 'You'd be in a lot worse trouble if I didn't. But I can't have people stepping out of line like this. You need to learn that.' "He pressed the button, and here I am. When I came to, I was in this cage." I studied him afresh. His two halves were beautiful specimens of their type. It was only their juxtaposition that was shocking. Admittedly I wouldn't have welcomed such a change being forced on me, but I couldn't see why the man was so cut up about it. "You must be too valuable to be dismissed. I know you're one of the top men in your field, otherwise I wouldn't have used you for a treatment myself. So can't you carry on with your work as usual and accept the interludes like this as a bonus? All the dogs I've seen seem to enjoy their lives." "They wouldn't dare let me work. I wouldn't myself." He rolled onto his side and put his face in his hands. "Please. Say I'm not good enough. They'll listen to you, and I'll have my body back." "No. Not unless you tell me what's really bothering you." "I can't." "You can, and you will, or I'll make personally sure you stay like that at least until my next visit." "No, please!" But I just made myself comfortable on the rug, and waited. Eventually he sat up. "Well, this should make you get rid of me, anyway. You know I said my original design was meant to incorporate bitch behaviours?" "Yes. I wondered what you meant. Whining, perhaps?" A watery smile. "No. She could do that already, my inspiration woman. No, what I wanted was the hard-wired instincts of a bitch in heat. You know how they can't help offering themselves to any male dog that comes along? I made sure that the smell of male musk - human, of course - acted like that on my bitch-woman. Any aroused male that approached her would have the same effect, whatever she thought of him in the civilised part of her mind. She'd turn her rear to him and offer a dripping pussy. It would be such a powerful instinct that she'd be helpless to stop it." "So how does this fit with you? Male dogs don't do that." "Do I have to spell it out?" He looked at me pleadingly. "OK. Male dogs, if they're presented with the scent of an aroused female, can't help going for it. Have you ever tried to stop one?" "No, but I've seen it." I stared at him with new interest. "Do you mean to tell me . . ." "I don't know for sure, but I'm afraid so." "Congratulations! That's great! I began to think I was beyond being surprised, but you've outdone yourselves." I pulled up the hem of my dress, slid my hand under my panties and wiped a finger up my slit. Then I thrust my hand through the bars and straight towards his baffled face. To my delight, his nostrils flared and he shot up onto all fours again. "Don't do this to me!" he begged, even as he followed my fingers to the edge of the cage. I could see a hint of shiny red flesh showing through the fur, and knew I had him on the path he dreaded. I wondered what it would be like to be a slave even to my own instincts, finding myself doing things I didn't want to do. I found the cage's fastening and partly undid it with a flourish, leaving it still sealed but with the promise of freedom. Then, slowly and deliberately, I shed my clothes, turning every part of my body towards those hungry and fearful eyes to make sure the message sank in deeply. Once naked, I squatted in front of him with my legs spread wide, and played with myself. With one hand at my crotch, fingers gently busy with the folds, I raised one of my breasts so I could suck at my nipple, keeping my gaze on his. For several minutes I readied myself, all the time inching away from him until I could perch on the edge of an armchair. When I felt a wet patch spreading in the fabric under me, I saw the blank look in his eyes and knew the time was ripe. With a stretch of my leg I knocked the catch loose. Immediately he bounded across the floor and hit me like a train. He was clumsy, his arms and legs bending the wrong way for each other, but in his desperation he almost flew over the floor. As my head hit the back of the chair I suddenly thought I might have made a mistake. I tried to close my legs. Far too late. The insides of my thighs met sleek hair and wiry muscle. Already as I tried to straighten up his hands were mauling at my breasts and shoulders and something hot and hard was pressing at my entrance. "Hey, steady!" I gasped. He was thrusting even before he got inside me. There was something strange about his penis, too, but I couldn't see properly. I took one look into his eyes and, seeing that all his sense and consciousness was buried under animal lust, gave up. "OK, boy, here we go." I shifted my hips until he was stabbing at the right place, then waited. All at once he found me and thrust deep inside all in one movement, making me stifle a scream. His penis was hot and smooth, and widened rapidly from a slim tip, quite different from the well-endowed men I usually make use of. I started to say something about slowing down, not trying to skewer me until I was ready, but looking into his eyes I saw that the intelligence in them had evaporated, leaving only a blankly lustful fire. He frightened me, to be honest, and I'm ashamed to say I tightened up. Then when he ducked his head and bit my neck, I panicked and tried to throw him off. That was the wrong thing to do. He gripped my upper arms hard, so hard that the bruises showed for days in spite of the repair efforts of my implant, and pushed me down into the armchair so that my back was painfully bent over the edge of the seat cushion. Having immobilised me, he thrust ever deeper, stabbing at my core with jerky strokes. I struggled underneath him, but it did no good at all. My years of experience are not for nothing, though, and with a conscious effort I managed to regain control of myself, if remaining completely helpless to control the situation. I tried to move with him, tried to recapture the enjoyment I'd caught a hint of first. Deliberate attempts at relaxation, concentrating on the exotic feel of hair rubbing at the skin of my thighs, had an unanticipated effect. What I had assumed was the base of his cock, which had been beating out a regular rhythm on the lips of my pussy, slipped suddenly inside and I felt a sucking spasm as I closed around it. Worse, it began to expand, stretching me until I had to scream. I'd never had anything like it since one fool tried to get his whole hand into me, and I'd made sure he was whipped for that. I hadn't a hope of doing anything about it this time. I gritted my teeth and pulled my legs out as wide as I could, succeeding in easing the dreadful aching and tearing to the point where I could get contact with the pleasurable side of the experience. The was no slowing of the pace, even now, and the short stiff hairs agitating my clit gradually became the dominant sensation until I didn't care what damage was being done to my insides. I just wanted that heavenly tickling to go on and on, even if the huge presence inside my vagina tore it asunder in the process. The fact that I couldn't move, that he was holding me still and arching my body to a position that would crack me if I resisted, only compressed the tidal wave of my approaching orgasm, funnelling it into heights I didn't think I could bear. It was finally triggered when my assailant reached his own climax. He plunged as deep as he could possibly go and held there while I shrieked and quivered under him, pumping what seemed to be gallons of hot liquid into the far reaches of my womb. For a while - I don't know how long - I was as animal as he'd been since the start. I opened my eyes and had to blink away a twinkling curtain before I could see the slow return of awareness to his. "Fuck," he said, aptly, after unclenching his jaw. Then he loosened his vice-like grip on my arms. "Did I hurt you? I couldn't help it." I used the freedom of my shoulders to shrug. "Oh, it hurt all right. But don't worry about it - I haven't come like that in years." The ache in my pussy, and almot equally in my back, prompted me to add "But it would help if you let me up now." "I'm sorry!" All of a sudden he was eager to please. He pulled back - tugging me with him. Like it or not, we were still firmly joined crotch to crotch. I straightened up sufficiently to look down between the sweat and drool covered mounds of my breasts. I swear I could see the bulge in my belly from the outside. "What's the problem?" I asked him. "Do you need another go? I hope not, because I don't think there's room for any more sperm in me." "No." He looked embarrassed and wretched. "I think it's a dog thing. They stay locked to their bitches for some time after mating, to give their sperm a chance to work, I suppose. I'm sorry." I shifted painfully. "I don't know if I can stand this for very long. Hold still, and I'll see if I can get off you." It was awkward, to say the least, as I was bent backwards in the kind of position we used to call 'the crab' when I learnt gymnastics as a girl. I tried gently letting myself down, only to hurriedly thrust my genitals back into the junction of his legs when it felt like they were supporting my whole weight. I knew instantly that I was plugged until his penis softened, unless I wanted surgery on a torn pussy. "I'm sorry," he said again. "Look," I said as my legs began to tremble with the strain, "do you think we could get onto the chair? I think I could get used to this if I could rest a bit." "Yes, yes, good idea." And he marched forward in a doggy quickstep, pushing me with him until I was sitting on the edge of the cushion. That was as far as we could go, because his legs didn't fold like mine, of course. There we sat, for half an hour at least. It wasn't time wasted, because he gave me some really good ideas for improving my own body. Half animal or not, the man's a genius. Eventually he deflated enough to pull free with a soft pop, and I suddenly felt very empty, so much so that I just had to fill the aching hole with a finger and soothingly stroke it. As I did so, my fingers were covered with thick ropes of his semen. "This won't do," I told him. "Clean me up at once." "Certainly. I'll fetch a flannel." "Fool!" I slapped his head, hard, even as he turned to rush off. "Use your tongue, like the animal you are." Wounded pride flared in his eyes. But he knew how much he was dependent on my good will. "Yes, mistress," he replied, and ducked his head to obey. Ah, that soft tongue was just what I needed. The most sensitive flesh of my body had been pummelled and stretched, abused unmercifully, and the gentle licking did more good than my hand could ever do. He grimaced with distaste to begin with, no doubt at the idea of swallowing his own bodily fluid, but I kept him at it with a hand on his head. "Well done, boy," I said when he'd lulled me almost to sleep. "As a reward, you get to go walkies." "What . . ?" Horror and outrage battled on his face. "That's right. I'm sure you must need regular exercise to keep in good condition. And I want a visit to the bar. Something soothing and yet hallucinatory would do wonders for me just now, though I rarely indulge. Come on, fetch my dress and we'll go." It was a bit cruel of me to emphasise the 'fetch', but there was still a little too much vanity in him and it needed purging. Of course he struggled, trying to limp along on three legs while holding my crumpled clothes in the other while I waited languidly, but in the end the dangling folds were too much and he had to hold them in his mouth. This irritated and embarrassed him almost as much as anything else. Fortunately the fabric was a self-clean and self-repair type and was as good as new by the time I shrugged it on. I enjoyed the attention as I sauntered along the corridor with my exotic pet on his lead, and once surrounded by the evening crowd in the nearest 'refreshment area', it reached a level that had me quite gratified. I'm not one for mixing, as a rule, but there was something about inspiring fascination in such jaded people that made it extremely rewarding. Of course it was torture for the creature at my feet, but then he deserved it. One dizzy-looking woman fought her way to the front of the circle around me and looked at him for minutes on end while the conversation buzzed. Finally she interrupted someone to ask a question of her own. "What's he like for sex?" Now, this was just a little blunt. Among my acquaintances, the rule is 'do, don't talk'. In other words, it's as vulgar to ask about the skills and preferences of a person sexually as it would be to ask the price of their jewellery, however much you try to outdo it. But then there was a naive shine to her eye that told me she was nearly as young as she looked, so I forgave her. Provisionally. I leaned towards her. "Have you got a personal slave, here?" I asked in a lowered voice. "A female?" She shook her head, disguising her disappointment badly. "That's a shame. I could have demonstrated." The girl brightened at once. "I'll stand in! I like an audience. What does he do?" I made a show of considering, then shaking my head. "No, dear. I don't think you know what you're asking for. He's not like the genteel lovers you'll be used to." As I'd thought, this only added to her keenness. "But that's why I'm here! I'm so bored of all the nice men around, and I need a surprise. This . . . this dog-man here, is the most exciting thing I've ever seen. I'm just itching to be his bitch!" She squared up her shoulders and stared straight into my eyes. "If I have to, I'll wait until you've left. But it would be kind of you to share him." I smiled. I do a very effective condescending smile. "My dear, calm down. You're letting your youth show. I wouldn't dream of depriving you. Heaven knows I had to rant enough at the management to get them to produce anything interesting - it would be very inconsiderate of me to keep it to myself. But are you sure you want it to be quite so public?" The girl flushed slightly, but stood her ground. She ran a hand through her hair. "I don't care. Bring him to my room if you want." "I can't." I shook my head. "I have to wait here." What for, I didn't say. "If you want him that badly, I'm afraid it's a public show." "Fine." She bent to remove one shoe. Despite my cool exterior I was bubbling with glee. This was going to be even more enjoyable than the earlier violent sex, and I'd steered the ideal victim into it beautifully. She'd never be able to complain I hadn't warned her. "Hold on," I said. "Would one of you lead my pet away until she's ready? He gets just a little too eager, and we don't want to rush things." I selected a solidly built man from the eager offers, and ignored the creature's venomous glances as he was dragged away. The girl's flush deepened, from excitement this time. She stepped into the small circle of space surrounding my seat before the bar and ran one trembling finger down the fastening of her dress. It fell to the floor in an insubstantial puddle. Her revealed body sent a twinge of envy through me - no amount of treatment could ever give me a body of such flawless beauty, no surgeon I knew had that artist's touch - but the feeling was quickly overtaken by an excitement of my own. She had put that marvellous body into my hands, herself, of her own free will, and I would enjoy it. True, that enjoyment would be vicarious, but no less for that. First, though, I would involve myself more actively. "Step over here, my darling," I told her. "No, you needn't remove your shoes, they won't interfere at all." The woman obediently presented herself to me clad only in her heels, the type that cling to the underside of the foot with no visible attachment, that I've always felt emphasise nudity so nicely and do such wonders for the calves. I ran the tips of my fingers down the hollow between her belly and leg, and on down to the smooth pout of her pussy. She twitched as I touched her inner thigh, bringing a sigh from the onlookers. As you know, only the richest get into this place, and the mass around me were discerning enough to realise the rare perfection under my hand. "Hmmm." I pretended to consider before turning back to the bar. "Waiter!" "Yes, ma'am?" He was another slave, naked and rippling with muscle, eager to please. "We need some clamps at once." "Certainly." He waved a hand in front of the nearest fetch-cabinet, and opened its door to remove ten or so semi-circular hoops, which he placed on the polished wood beside me. The first traces of nervousness showed in my victim. "What are they for?" "To hold you in position. Darling, my pet gets quite enthusiastic, and you'll be glad of them, I assure you." She followed my hand with uncertain eyes as I touched one clamp to her forearm, allowing it to register her form. "But are they . . . do I need them?" I paused and gave her a serious look. "I quite understand if you don't want to do this. I did suggest you didn't." It didn't occur to her that I hadn't answered her question. She glanced round at the expectant faces and turned back to me with new resolve. "I do want to. What now?" "On your hands and knees." I gestured to the floor by my feet. Once she was there, I moved her knees apart and fastened her ankles to the floor. The clamps obediently fixed when tapped in the right way, holding tight to her shape. Then I moved her elbows near her knees and double-clamped her forearms, thus immobilising her completely. She raised her face from the floor for long enough to give me a fearful glance, but it was a strain she couldn't keep up. She lapsed into the bottom-up posture that displayed her luscious pussy to her audience. I lowered my stool a little and rested my hand on the curve of her buttocks. "There, you're nearly ready. All we need to do is to get you wet for him." As I spoke I ran my hand down the taut muscle and between her legs, wiggling my fingers lightly on the baby-smooth skin at the top of her cleft. I could see several bulges showing on the men present, and I didn't blame them. I was getting a heat deep inside myself, so the urge for these males to fill such a prime female specimen full of baby-making semen must have been almost unbearable. The tension rose as I stroked around the sensitive flesh, muttering getting louder as the girl rotated her hips, desperately following my hand to get her clit in contact with my fingers. She groaned into the hard floor when I finally relented, and the sound was matched by the crowd. I was tender, slipping to the floor to cup a breast in my hand while I worked her nubbin, and pushing a finger inside her to test her wetness. The time for violent action would be soon, and I wanted her lulled by soothing hands first. After a dreamlike few minutes I got up. I climbed back onto my stool and sucked her juices off my hand. She would never be wetter, and seemed hypnotised. "OK. Pass the word to bring him in. And make sure he's kept on a tight rein." A ripple among the people four or five deep in the little crowd turned into quite a commotion by the time the dog-man appeared in the space at the front, two strong men fighting to hold him back. My girl lifted her head to watch his approach, and the eager pleasure in her eyes became naked fear as she saw the obsessive lust blanking all intelligence out of his. All at once she was a prisoner ready for a pagan sacrifice, the scent of her arousal drawing in this creature who, now I thought about it, did look rather like a heathen god. One moment of glorious anticipation, when a lustful heat rose in my own belly, watching the two actors in the drama and knowing that neither of them had any control over what was to happen, and the lead snapped. The girl strained against her bonds as the dog-man leapt across her and skidded in a half-circle, but she could do nothing. It was scarcely two seconds before she was impaled with such a commanding thrust that her own gasp was drowned out by the crowd. From my privileged vantage point I could smell the musk and sweat in a wave from the pair of them. The girl's perfect breasts were cruelly gripped in the creature's hands as he pushed at her, working his slickly alien cock in and out of her vagina, stretching her for that huge swelling at the base. I slid off my stool to watch more closely, crouching down just in time to see the round lump press against the tight hole. She moaned as the soft flesh stretched, the sound rising to a high scream when the force threatened to tear her apart. Finally, with an audible 'plop', the tortured lips closed around the cock's narrower base. I knew from experience that it would not be comfortable to be filled so full, but at least there was no blood, and the girl lapsed into hoarse panting in time with the jerking thrusts. She raised her head and struggled to turn to me, getting far enough to show me her tear-stained face before dropping her forehead to the floor. I couldn't help my sticky fingers creeping to my own crotch at the sight of her despair. I worked my clit through the fabric of my dress in time with the frantic pace of the rutting before me. A good many others were doing the same. This beauty, still flawless despite her degredation, her tangled hair, the red fingermarks on the most sensitive parts of her body, was so utterly posessed by the strange body covering her that act plugged straight into erotic centre of everybody present. Meanwhile, the creature, an insane light in his eyes, was reaching the climax of his arousal, the taut hairiness of his groin slamming into its soft counterpart as though to bury his whole body in it. He sank his fingernails into her shoulders, drawing out a fresh whimpering cry, and pulled her back to him as he twitched, pumping semen deep inside. Swiftly, before they recovered, I unclicked the clamps. The pair of them sank sideways to the floor, and I saw the slow return of horrified intelligence to my pet's eyes as I walked away, the last twinges of my orgasm still in my belly. They would be publicly tangled together for some while yet, the beauty and the beast, and I knew I would enjoy the knowledge of it better than the sight. Let them come to terms with it themselves - I needed a rest. Oh, I had a lot of fun in the remainder of that stay. But you don't want to hear even more from me . . . and anyway, I'm wasting my valuable time. I'll be sure to read what you've written, so be careful what you say!

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Three - It's Rough in the Playoffs Dave stripped down to his boxers, then looked at Jennifer's smiling face and dropped them to the floor as well. He climbed into bed and was very happy when Jennifer spooned her back to him. He put his arm around her, trying to avoid her breasts, as he held her tight against his excited body. He could feel his hardening pole nestled against Jennifer's firm ass. He wanted to make love to her -- but instead just kissed her neck and whispered, "I love you. Goodnight" He woke during the night and, for an instant, wondered where he was. He felt warm flesh pressed against him, a familiar aroma in his nostrils, and remembered he was with Jennifer. His hand was gently and instinctively caressing her large breasts; he could smell coconut from her hair shampoo. He went back to sleep - he enjoyed the dreamy closeness of sleeping with the love of his life. In the morning, Dave felt movement in the bed and woke up to Jennifer's smiling face. She whispered, "I love waking up in your arms. I truly love you." Dave shook the cobwebs from his head and replied, "Ummmm, you feel wonderful as well. I love you, too." Jennifer rolled on top of him and he could feel his morning hard-on slide between her legs. Her breasts were mashed into his chest. She kissed him tenderly and, even with the awkward morning-breath problem, he loved the feel of her body against his. He had missed her immensely and, for a brief second, he again considered making love to her -- but then the previous summer image of Ann's distraught face from discovering he had cheated on her, rushed into his head and he knew he couldn't make that mistake again. The two teens hugged and cuddled in the bed for a while until Jennifer finally asked, "Feel like taking a shower with me?" Dave smiled, "There is nothing I would enjoy more." Then he smiled and corrected himself, "Well, that's not true. There is something I would like much more but as I said last night, that can't and won't happen. But I would love to conserve some water with you." The two teens got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom. After doing their morning duties, they climbed into the tub-style shower and turned on the water. Jennifer wet her hair down first then switched places with Dave so he could get wet as well. As he finished soaking himself, he suddenly felt soft soapy hands massaging his chest. As the hands slowly moved down his stomach he felt his hard-on quickly return and point at the ceiling. He stepped forward out of the water as Jennifer moved closer to him, worked her hands around his body, and tenderly cleaned his back. She again started with his shoulders and worked her way down his back. Their bodies mashed together as she pulled him into her arms. Dave could feel her mounds pushing into his torso as his now rock-hard shaft tried to works its way into her belly button. She continued to work her hands lower and lower; when she started to massage his ass he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensual feeling of her hands. Jennifer slowly moved back as she worked her hands around to the front and began caressing his balls and hard shaft. Dave's eyes shot open as he looked down into her twinkling eyes. She spoke softly, "I know what you said last night -- but I think your body is betraying you." Dave smiled, "Oh, there's absolutely no question my body is betraying me; but the truth is, if I always listened to what that little hardhead down there says, I would never be faithful to anyone. I'd probably spend my entire life in bed with any available girl with a pulse." Dave leaned down and kissed Jennifer tenderly; then he took the soap in his hands and turned her around so her back was facing him. After his hands were coated in soap, he washed her back tenderly, slowly working his way down to her ass. He gently washed her ass before he moved his hands around to her stomach as he pulled her close. He kissed her neck and whispered, "I have missed our morning shower routine more than you can imagine. I love the feel of you in my arms - it feels as if we were made only for each other. Dave slowly worked his way up to her round firm globes. He could feel her rubbery nubs react to his hands; not wanting to torment her too much, he moved his hands lower to her stomach after the brief cleaning of her nipples. He slowly trailed his hands lower until he felt her soft patch of blonde hair. With his arms totally wrapped around her, he gently moved his soapy hands between her legs and softly cleaned her thighs before he cupped her sex with his right hand. He immediately felt the heat from her excitement. He rubbed his hand around her nether lips but never actually penetrated her. He heard a soft moan from her - his head was swimming in the excitement of the situation and he realized he was quickly losing control. In a quick sudden move, he spun himself and Jennifer around so that the water was suddenly beating down on Jennifer's body. The gush of water broke the intensely sensual moment just enough. He whispered in a whoosh, "You are driving me crazy. You are so hot and I want you so bad -- but I can't. I'm going to wash your hair, then wash mine and get out of here before I do something I know I would love to do but will regret the minute I get home." Dave rinsed his hands in the water before he reached for the coconut shampoo and generously poured some into one hand. He then tenderly washed Jennifer's hair. He loved the feel of her hair between his fingers and he carefully washed her completely. When he was finished, she took the shampoo and washed his hair. The two teens stood sideways as the stream of hot water cascaded over their bodies and they kissed long and lovingly. They exited the shower together and dried each other tenderly. Jennifer left the bathroom and went to her room while Dave returned to the spare room and got dressed. He decided to surprise Jennifer and went downstairs to cook breakfast. He found eggs and bacon in the fridge and cooked a full breakfast. When Jennifer eventually entered the kitchen, she was surprised to see the table set and her breakfast awaiting her. She walked to Dave and kissed him with gratitude and love, "Thank you for cooking breakfast. You are full of surprises, aren't you?" He smiled, "I knew you needed some time to dry your hair, so I just wanted to make sure you started your day with a good meal. I'm sure it will be a long day." Jennifer for the first time that day thought about her father. She had been so at ease with her mother's comments the previous night that she had put all her thoughts and energies into letting Dave know she loved him and that she wanted him back. She sat solemnly in a chair as Dave pushed it in for her; she ate quietly and reflected about what might happen that day. Dave noticed the sudden change in climate and knew his comment about a long day must have set her off. After several minutes of silence, he set his fork down, put his hand to Jennifer's chin, and lifted it so her eyes were looking directly into his. He spoke softly, "Your dad is going to be fine. Your mother said so last night. He will be home in no time." Jennifer smiled and nodded. In a very low soft voice she said, "Thank you, Dave, for being with me. You are truly my best friend and I love you." Dave leaned across the table and kissed her to emphasize his response, "I love you, too." To lighten the mood he added, "Now, eat your breakfast before my masterpiece gets cold." Jennifer smiled and the two best friends began eating again. After breakfast they went to the hospital. As they entered the unit, Jennifer got the good news that her father had been moved from intensive care to critical care. The move was considered a positive response to his sound improvement through the night. Jennifer and Dave found the different unit and one of the nurses explained the visitation rules. She told them that only family was permitted to visit and no more than two were permitted in the room at a time. Dave walked down the hall with Jennifer. Jennifer went into the room, so Dave went to the waiting area. Dave had only just sat down when a very tired looking Heather walked out of the room and towards him. Dave stood as she approached and he hugged her tenderly. He kissed her on the cheek and asked, "How is Ron doing?" Heather sighed and smiled wanly, "He is doing remarkably well. He is still a little groggy but is already growling about being in the hospital. I can see his old spirit starting to slowly return. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming over. Jennifer was distraught yesterday and I was so worried about Ron that I couldn't give her what she needed. I knew you were the only one who could; and I am especially glad you were there for her even after everything that happened in the fall." She kissed Dave on the cheek, "You are like a son to Ron and me; thank you again." Dave hugged her and replied, "Anytime." He stepped back from her looked her in the eyes, "Did you get any sleep last night?" She smiled weakly, "Yes, one of the nurses found a bed for me, I slept for a couple of hours." Dave said, "Why don't I drive you home so you can shower and freshen up. Jennifer will be fine here; you could use a little break from this place." Heather started to protest but Dave cut her off, "Ron will be more worried if he sees you worn out. You look beautiful -- but it is pretty obvious you didn't get much sleep. Let me take you home for a while and then you'll be ready to spend the rest of the day with Ron." Heather could see she wasn't going to win this argument so she finally brightened up and said, "Let me tell Ron and Jennifer where I'm going." Dave watched her walk back into the room. Several minutes later she joined him in the hallway. He drove back to their house and, while Heather was in the shower, he again cooked a good breakfast. When she entered the kitchen almost an hour later Dave looked at her from head to toe. She was wearing navy dress pants and light blue blouse. Her white shoes went well with her outfit and he beamed at her, "You look gorgeous. Ron will be very pleased to see you looking so re-energized. I cooked breakfast for you." Heather smiled at Dave, "Thank you, Dave; I am kind of hungry." Heather ate a large breakfast before Dave drove her back to the hospital. Heather went into the room and Dave again returned to the waiting room. He sat there reading a Sports Illustrated magazine. Jennifer eventually came out and sat in his lap. She kissed him and said, "Mom looks totally refreshed. She said you cooked her breakfast as well. Thank you for getting her out of here for a while - she really needed a break." Dave just nodded agreement. Jennifer sat with Dave for about a half hour. Heather eventually came out of the room and sat with them while the doctor did some tests. Thirty minutes later the doctor walked up to the three of them sitting in the waiting room. There was no one else there so the doctor looked at Dave and Jennifer questioningly. Heather understood the look and explained, "Dave is a very close family friend and anything you have to say about Ron, you can say in front of him. Jennifer is also old enough to hear the truth, so please tell us what you found." The doctor nodded and began, "As you know, Ron had a coronary yesterday. He is in good physical shape -- but you know his family has a history of heart disease. You also told me he has been working long hours on a big case; I would suspect that stress and the family history are the two major causes of this incident. His heart muscle has been weakened but there does not appear to be any permanent damage. We will continue to observe his progress and, if all goes well, he should be able to go home next week -- but he will have to stop all work for at least two months. I would recommend a three month leave with a gradual return to work in month four." Heather, Dave, and Jennifer were all holding hands as the doctor explained everything. When he was finished, Heather thanked him. The doctor left the waiting room. Heather looked at Dave and Jennifer, "It looks like Ron got a real wakeup call. He's going to have to take it easier on the work." Dave and Jennifer both nodded agreement. Heather continued, "It's almost dinnertime. Why don't you two go to dinner?" Heather then hugged Jennifer, "Dave, if you want to head home after lunch, you can. Things are much better here now and I will be going home tonight. Jennifer will probably spend most of the day with her father and me, so you will probably just get bored." Dave nodded understandingly and said, "Everything does seem better here and I have a hockey practice tonight so I will probably head home after dinner." Jennifer hugged Dave, "I'm just going to tell Dad where I'm going. I'll be back in a minute." Jennifer trotted down the hall and into the room. Heather smiled at Dave, "Thanks again for all your support; we couldn't have gotten through this without you." She hugged him again. Dave replied, "Thanks, but I'm just happy you called. Mom and Dad asked me to tell you and Ron, if you need anything, just call them." Heather nodded as Jennifer came walking down the hall. She kissed her mother before she and Dave left. They ate at a local fast-food restaurant. When Dave dropped Jennifer back at the hospital, they kissed goodbye and promised they would phone each other soon. The drive back to QAI passed quickly and Dave thought a lot about both Jennifer and Katherine. He really liked Katherine but, deep in his heart, he knew Jennifer was his true love. He thought about the time he spent with Jennifer and how Katherine would react to it. In his mind he didn't cheat on Katherine - he didn't have sex with Jennifer. But in his heart; he had changed. His heart now belonged totally to Jennifer again. He decided he had to have a long talk with Katherine but first he wanted to get his sister Julie's view. Dave arrived home shortly after school had let out. He had an hour before he had to go to hockey practice. He was happy to find Julie was home. Julie and Beth both asked about Ron and, after Dave explained everything, Beth went to her friend, Cindy's house. Dave asked Julie if they could talk. They sat in the tv room and Dave told Julie everything that happened with Jennifer. Julie was smiling because she knew how much Dave loved Jennifer and how upset he had been when they broke up. Dave then asked for thoughts about Katherine and Julie's happy face turned grim. She could tell that Dave was totally in love with Jennifer and any relationship with Katherine would be like a charade. After thinking about the whole situation, Julie finally said, "Dave, I think you know what you have to do. Katherine is a sweet girl. I really like her and I know you do too; but the key word in that sentence is like. You love Jennifer. You will have to talk to Katherine and, likely, breakup with her. You can't lead her on, when in your heart you know you want Jennifer." Dave nodded agreement as he had thought the same thing. Dave hugged Julie and thanked her before he got his hockey gear together and went to practice. At practice Dave saw a huge change in his team. They seemed as if they were beaten and ready to give up. As soon as he walked into the dressing room several players criticized him for abandoning them. Dave said he would explain everything when the whole team was there. Within ten minutes the whole team had arrived, as did the coaches. Dave asked the coaches if he could talk to the team alone for a minute. Once the dressing room door closed, Dave moved to the centre of the dressing room. He spoke with the emotion he was feeling, "Guys, I'm really sorry I missed yesterday's game -- but my best friend's father took a heart attack and she thought he might die. She needed me there to support her; as much as I love hockey, I had to be there for her. I know we lost yesterday but we are not out of this series. All we have to do is go into their barn tomorrow and kick their ass. We can win this but we have to do it as a team. We are ten times better than they are. We have more talent; we have more heart - we can win - WE WILL WIN!" The whole team started to scream in excitement and, in that one short speech, the entire team's attitude changed completely. The coaches were pleasantly surprised by the change in enthusiasm and patted Dave on the back for getting the team back on track. Dave left the rink tired but confident the team would rebound. He arrived home and ate a quiet supper alone before he called Katherine. Katherine was happy to hear him call but Dave noticed an unusual tone in her voice. Dave asked if he could come over to talk to her; he could hear some panic in her voice as she said she would be waiting for him. Dave drove to Katherine's house. He had debated how and where to have this conversation. He considered having the talk in her house but he felt that would be too uncomfortable. He further considered driving around while they talked but didn't want that distraction. In the end, he decided to just talk in the car while parked in her driveway. That way, if she felt a need to escape, she could just run into the house. Dave waited in the car as Katherine walked out of the house and got in. She leaned towards him and he kissed her tenderly. He could see the fear in her eyes. He took her hands in his and spoke softly, "Katherine, yesterday when I got home from school I got a call from my friend Jennifer. Her father took a heart attack and she and her mother wanted me to go to Charlestown to be with her. I have never really told you much about Jennifer because I thought she was in my past. To make a long history short, Jennifer and I have been best friends for six years. Her family have a trailer beside ours in North Beach and we have spent the last six summers keeping company with each other. Before last summer we were just super close friends but that changed and we became lovers." Dave could see tears forming in Katherine's eyes but he doggedly continued, "Last fall we broke up. That's why you and I were free to get together. I really, really like you and I have enjoyed our times together very much. But this visit changed things. I would be lying to you and to myself if tried to ignore the love I still feel for Jennifer." Dave paused and waited for what he had said to sink in. He had learned from his experiences last summer and was prepared for anything. Katherine was half crying when she asked, "Did you sleep with her last night?" Dave looked into her eyes and replied, "No ... well ... not the way you mean. We did sleep in the same bed but that's all we did was sleep." Katherine looked surprised, "What do you mean no but yes? Did you sleep with her or not?" Dave answered, "As I said, we slept in the same bed but we did not have sex. I promised you I would never cheat on you and I didn't. She needed to be comforted -- that's all." Katherine's sadness was turning to anger and Dave knew he had seen this look before, "You slept with her but you didn't have sex? Is it fair then to assume you were dressed when you slept with her?" Dave immediately thought, "Oh-Oh, I'm in big shit now." He held her hands a little tighter, "Don't torment yourself with images of what didn't happen. I swear to you I did not in any way have sex with Jennifer. You already know that, when I say there are boundaries I just will not cross, I won't. That's how I am with you and that's how I was with her." Katherine began to openly cry as she pulled her hands from Dave's. She glared at him, "I don't know what to say -- but I do know I don't want to talk to you anymore." She opened the door and ran into the house. Dave sat there for minute unsure what to do; it seemed very much as if they had broken up. He finally started up the car and drove home. He felt horrible. When he entered the house, his mom was sitting on the couch reading. She saw the sad look on his face and patted the couch for him to sit down. She said, "Julie told me about your planned talk with Katherine. I assume by the look on your face that it didn't go well?" Dave kind of shrugged, "How could it go well? She is a very nice girl and I just broke up with her even though she did nothing to deserve it." His mom looked into his eyes but didn't have a good answer for him. She was happy to see Dave take Katherine's feelings so seriously and she felt a twinge of sadness for both him and Katherine. After giving Dave a little time to collect his thoughts, she said, "Heather called and Ron is doing much better. She wanted to thank you again for helping both her and Jennifer. She told me what you did for her this morning. I know this doesn't make you feel any better right now, but your father and I are very proud of you. You continue to show maturity beyond your years. Getting Heather to leave the hospital for a short break was a great idea and I'm sure she, and the entire family, will never forget your kindness." Dave thanked his mom but she was right - it didn't help right now. He went to bed feeling guilty about Katherine but, when he finally fell asleep, he had convinced himself he had done nothing wrong. He just wished he didn't feel so bad. The next day in school was really tough. Suzie was all over him and he finally had to say to her, "Suzie, this has nothing to do with you. Get out of my face." He turned and walked down the hall with John. As usual, John was on his side. He had told John the whole story and John felt helpless when he didn't have any advice for his friend. Dave saw Katherine several times in the hallway but each time she turned and walked the other way. When the final buzzer sounded to end the day, Dave was relieved. He had arranged to get a drive to the western team's rink with one of the other players because Julie needed the car for a date. After the long drive, he was happy to find the sanctuary of the dressing room and he started his pre-game routine to get focused. Just before game time, the coaches did their customary speech. When they were finished Dave stood in the middle of the dressing room and asked, "Did we drive two hours to lose?" The team yelled, "NO!" He asked, "How are we going to win?" The team yelled, "WITH HARD WORK!" He yelled, "WHO'S GOING TO THROW THE FIRST CHECK TONIGHT?" The whole team jumped to their feet and yelled, "I AM!!!" Dave yelled, "LET'S KICK THEIR ASS!!!" The players screamed as they exited the dressing room. After a short five-minute warm up, Dave's line started the game. He was again shadowed by two players, but he fought through the shadows and skated hard to find enough open ice to receive a pass. He got the puck just over centre and accelerated down the wing. He beat the opposing defenseman to the outside and cut hard to the net. He was still coming hard off the right wing when he faked a shot which froze the goalie. He then cut hard to his left across the top of the goalie's crease and, as the goalie slid across with two goalie pads stacked, Dave roofed his shot into the mesh in the top of the net. The red light went on to signal the goal and Dave sprinted towards his team's bench with his hands in the air. The whole team was going nuts as he jumped over the boards in one smooth motion and into his screaming teammates' arms. Dave's enthusiasm fed the team and brought them to euphoric heights. Several minutes later, on his second shift, Dave set up a second goal and, fewer than five minutes into the first twenty-minute period, they were leading two-nothing. Dave's team was all over the western team and they dominated the first period. Ninety percent of the play was in the western end and the shots on goal were twenty-five for Edwardton to two for the western team. Dave scored a second goal late in the period to make the score three-nothing but the western goalie was playing extremely well - the score could easily have been seven-nothing if not for his heroic saves. The second period started just as the first had -- with Dave scoring another goal. The second period ended with a four-nothing score. Edwardton again out shot the western team significantly by a nineteen to four margin. Edwardton consistently beat the western team to the puck and, even when they didn't, the western team was quickly hit off the puck. Dave made another inspiring speech before the third period and the team skated on the ice ready to win the last twenty minutes and go home for the deciding fifth game. Edwardton again went on the attack to the western team but the goalie couldn't be beat. Three minutes into the third period one of the western wingers were streaking down the right side. He let a slap shot go from the just inside the blue-line. Edwardton's goalie misjudged the shot and the puck hit the back of the net for the western team's first goal. The western team seemed to feed off of this goal and, over the next ten minutes, took the play to Edwardton. They scored twice more and closed to within a single goal. After the third goal, the Edwardton coach called time out and pulled the whole team together. He tried to get them re- focused. As the coach finished, Dave looked at his teammates and screamed, "I'M NOT LOSING THIS GAME." Dave took the face-off at centre after the goal. He checked the clock and saw five minutes and thirty seconds left to play. He won the draw back to his right defenseman. The puck was moved quickly across the ice to the left defenseman who snapped a quick pass to the left winger. Dave moved to the right side of the ice and even with two western players all over him, he was in full stride when he hit the blue-line. The left winger dumped the puck cross-ice into the corner to the right of the goalie. Dave timed crossing the blue-line just as the puck crossed and when the puck hit the corner boards Dave was half way to it. He blew past the defenseman and picked up the puck as he carved around the corner, headed behind the net. Dave noticed immediately that the whole western team seemed to be moving towards him so he continued deep into the left corner to draw the players closer to him. He spotted his right winger moving from the distant corner towards the far corner of the net. As Dave reached the hash mark on the left side-boards he did a quick button-hook move to get to his forehand. He found a small opening between the rushing players and he snapped a quick cross-ice air pass that landed right on the tape of his right winger standing to the side of the net. A quick touch shot by the winger and Edwardton went back up by two goals. Dave and his teammates went crazy with excitement. The winger slid through the centre ice zone on his knees as his line-mates tackled him. For the next four minutes, Edwardton controlled the play and seemed to have the game well in hand but that quickly changed. The western team worked the puck into the Edwardton zone then pulled their goalie for an extra attacker. With forty-five seconds left, a huge scramble developed in front of the Edwardton goal and the western team knocked in a rebound to close within one goal, again. Dave was on the bench at the time getting a short rest. He had already played well over half the game but conditioning was not an issue in this playoff game. Dave's coach tapped him on the shoulder to get on the ice and Dave went to centre ice to take the draw. He won it cleanly back to his defenseman who passed it quickly to the winger who dumped the puck into the Edwardton zone. Dave again swooped into the zone and banged into the defenseman in the corner. Dave only wanted to chew up the clock, so he continued to work the puck deep in the western zone. After an extended battle for the puck Dave dug it loose and skated behind the net with it. He moved through the corner area and was skating along the side-boards when he felt a stick blade grab onto his side and spin him away from the puck. Pulled off balance, he landed on the ice. He looked to the referee for a hooking penalty. The referee was looking right at him but his arm never went up to indicate he was calling the penalty. Dave jumped to his feet and looked at the clock. Only eight seconds left. The player who hooked Dave to the ice quickly picked up the puck and passed it to one of his players breaking across their blue-line. Time was quickly ticking down and as the western player crossed centre ice his team was yelling, "Shoot, Shoot!" Dave was now skating towards his own end as he saw the player pull his stick back to shoot. Dave glanced at the clock - four seconds. When Dave looked back at the western player he was just following through on his shot and time seemed to stand still as Dave watched the puck float toward his goalie in almost slow motion. His goalie put up his glove but the puck glanced off the end of the glove, and in what seemed like super slow motion, hit the mesh behind him. The red light went on and Dave doubled over with his stick across his knees as he glided into his end in disbelief. The whistle blew and the clock showed a five- five tie with two seconds left on the clock. Dave skated to his goalie and tapped him on the pads, "Okay, Chris, we're still in the game. It's not over yet." Dave skated to centre ice and the two teams lined up for the face-off . The puck was dropped and Dave shot it into the opposing zone as the horn blew ending regulation time. Dave's team lined up around the bench to get a short breather before the first ten minute sudden death overtime period. The coach regrouped the team. He told them to work hard and it would pay off. After a thirty second rest the teams lined back up at center ice. Dave took the draw and this time pushed the puck between the opposing center's feet and raced around him to pick it up. He made a quick move to avoid the winger then cut to the outside of the defenseman on the right side of the ice. Dave was cutting to the net much the same way he had scored his first goal of the game but the other defenseman was quickly cutting him off this time. Dave saw his left winger sneaking in behind the cutting defenseman and he drew the defenseman closer before he slid a perfect pass to his left winger. The winger one-timed the pass and Dave saw it sail towards the net. Dave was about to raise his hands in the air when he heard a metal sound as the puck made solid contact with the post and bounced to the western defenseman Dave had just soundly beat. The defenseman turned and made a quick pass to his centre iceman who passed to a streaking winger. Dave turned to race back up ice but he was well behind the play as the western winger beat the Edwardton defenseman with a nice move to the inside. The opposing winger then raced in on Chris, the goalie and deeked him out completely before shoveling the puck into an open net. Dave was just skating over centre as the puck went into the net and the western team threw their gloves and sticks into the air in celebration of a huge come- back victory. Dave's whole team skated over to their bench and leaned against the boards in disbelief. Dave could feel tears running down his cheek as the fact that they were now out of the playoffs and finished for the year struck home. The dejected Edwardton team lined up in single file at centre ice and waited for the celebrating western players to come out of their zone and shake hands. Dave felt numb as he moved through the line. He got all kinds of compliments on how well he played but he felt like screaming, "Who gives a fuck how I played. We lost!" But he graciously nodded and continued on. As soon as the last player shook Dave's hand, Dave skated quickly to the dressing room. He was one of the last players in the room and everyone had their heads in their hands. Most were overcome by emotion. Chris was a total mess as he blamed himself for the loss. Dave walked over to him and rubbed the back of his head, "Don't worry about it, Chris. We'll get them next year." Dave sat down as the coaches entered. They congratulated the team for their hard work. They said they were proud of how hard they fought to win. The coaches left the room. The truth is they were as shocked and disappointed as the players. The drive home was quiet - no one wanted to talk about the game. Dave was dropped off and his father was waiting for the news. One look at Dave's sad face told the result. Dave sat with his dad in the tv room and explained what happened. Roger just shook his head and said, "Tough game, Dave. You played your hardest and that's all you can ever do." Dave just nodded before he went to bed and replayed the overtime in his head, over and over. If only he had deeked the goalie instead of passing. For an hour Dave tossed and turned until he finally fell fitfully asleep. The next day was a very tough day for Dave. He was still recovering from the tough loss but, worst of all, rumors were going through the school that he had missed the previous game to go to Charlestown to sleep with his old girlfriend. The details of the rumor were clear enough that someone had mis-used the information on what he had been doing with Jennifer. Dave had only told two people outside his family and one of those was John, who Dave knew would never repeat it - Dave immediately knew Katherine had started the rumor or had at least told someone who did. Dave found Katherine at lunchtime and asked to speak to her alone. Katherine was obviously not happy with the idea but Dave insisted. When they were alone, Dave asked her if she knew anything about the rumors. She just shrugged her shoulders and looked at her feet. Dave gently put his hand to her chin and raised her face to look him in the eyes. He spoke softly and with a lot of emotion. "Katherine, I told you the entire truth. I do truly like you and, if I had never met Jennifer, I would love to be your boyfriend; but I can't change the fact that, right now -- my heart belongs to someone else. I'm truly sorry I hurt you, but I never intended to. I have always been truthful with you. I don't really care about these stupid rumors but I do care that you understand how I feel." A tear ran down Dave's cheek as his continued deep feelings for Katherine came to the surface. "I would do anything to help you stop hurting; but I don't think there's anything I can do." Katherine was surprised by his heart-felt comments; she finally seemed to understand and she hugged him as she started to cry as well. She whispered, "Dave, I have liked you for a long time; being with you these last three months has been the best experience of my life. I think I have fallen in love with you and I don't know what to do without you. This mess is my fault; I made the mistake of telling Suzie about your trip to Charlestown. I guess I knew she would tell everyone and I wanted you to feel the pain I am feeling -- but I finally realize that you already feel bad about the whole situation and do not deserve this. I'll tell Suzie to stop spreading the lies. Goodbye, Dave." She started to walk away but he gently held her arm, "I don't care about the rumors as long as you understand the truth." She nodded so he released her arm, "You are a good person, Katherine." She just shrugged as she walked away.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Ten - New Friends Jennifer, Dave, and Jana talked all the way to the dinning hall. Jennifer asked what courses Jana was taking and she explained she was studying sciences and planned to be a doctor like her mother. She explained that her sister was also taking sciences but Kyra hadn't decided exactly what she wanted to do after she had her degree. Jennifer peppered Jana with additional questions but didn't offer much information about Dave or her in the process. They continued to chat as they got their food. Jennifer mentioned that she was staying until Saturday. Dave paid for Jennifer's meal with his DeaconOne card before they sat down. He sat beside Jennifer while Jana sat across the table from them. He had taken a lot of food and Jennifer teased him, as usual, about the amount. He simply smiled and started to eat. Jana asked how Dave and Jennifer had met and he explained that they met at their summer camp. Jana seemed to blink in surprise and asked, "You have a camp you go to as well?" Dave nodded; and then she whispered, "Is it a nudist camp?" It was Dave and Jennifer's turn to be surprised at the unexpected question. Dave replied, "No, why do you ask?" Jana quickly covered for herself, "Oh, I was curious. That's all." Dave shook his head slightly in wonder at what was behind her question, but she obviously didn't want to talk about it, so he explained how their families' trailers happened to sit beside each other at a summer campground and they became friends when they were only eleven. He said they had always been best friends and he knew that would never change. He held Jennifer's hand and said, "Only my best friend could have gotten me out of this trouble; thank you again." Without really thinking about measuring his words, he kissed her cheek and whispered, "I love you." Jana began to look at her hands as Dave spoke to Jennifer; he immediately apologized, "Sorry, Jana, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable - it's just been a very bad week, but Jennifer came to my rescue." Jana asked, "Did this have anything to do with the Enquirer article?" Dave thought for a moment before he answered. After a pause he explained, "I haven't been getting along with one of my teammates. We had a disagreement two weeks ago and I thought it was over - but it wasn't. We had another blowout last weekend. I had considered quitting the team and playing professional hockey. But ... " he paused as he thought about Rebecca and how he still couldn't believe how she had dumped him, again - just when he needed a friend. Jennifer noticed he was deep in thought and she suspected it was about Rebecca, so she nudged him. He looked at her, then at Jana and continued, "That idea didn't work out, but Jennifer fixed things with my coach and I'm back on the golf team." Jana asked, "Who was in the black limo?" Jana was obviously a very observant person. Dave looked at her curiously before he explained, "That was a hockey scout from the professional team I was considering signing with. That reminds me - I have to call him and tell him thanks, but no thanks." Jana asked, "You play hockey too? I saw in the newspaper that you beat the best professional golfer in the world, so I know you are a good golfer. Are you a good hockey player as well?" Dave simply shrugged, "I'm all right." Jennifer was sipping pop and she pretended to choke, "All right? He's a lot better than all right. He could have been the top NHL draft pick this year, if he hadn't told them he wanted to play golf. How much was the contract that scout offered you?" Dave shrugged again, "Quite a bit." Jennifer pinched him in the ribs, "Come on. How much?" Dave was embarrassed to talk about the money and in a very low whisper he said, "Four million over three years." Jana gasped, "You were offered four million dollars to play hockey for three years?" Dave simply nodded before he said excitedly, "But I'm playing golf now. We have a tournament a week from Monday." He paused as he wondered when Jana saw the limo. He asked directly, "Did you see the limo?" She replied, "Yes, Kyra and I were standing in the main lounge when you left, but you were so deep in thought, that you walked right past us without even noticing." Dave felt bad, "I'm sorry. I've been in a daze all week." Jana nodded, "That's okay. So, back to you and Jennifer. Have you ever been lovers?" It was Dave's turn to choke and gasp, but Jennifer only laughed before she replied, "Yes, we were last summer and the summer before that; but I have a different boyfriend now, so we are just best friends, again." Jana charged forward with, "Were you each other's first?" Dave couldn't believe the conversion had changed to focus on his sex life and intimate details, but Jennifer obviously felt very comfortable with Jana because she immediately replied, "Dave was my first; but his first was a girlfriend of mine, Ann." Jana looked curious, "He was with your girlfriend first? How did that happen?" Dave was expecting Jennifer to change the subject but she continued the tale, "Actually, my best friend looked something like you - she was dark skinned with beautiful black hair. She came to stay with me at our trailer for the summer and I pushed her and Dave together. I knew he liked her right away and she told me they snuck out onto the golf course where they took each other's virginity." Dave could feel himself starting to get excited as memories of his first night with Ann flooded his mind. He knew he had to get away from the table so he cut in, "If you two are going to talk about my sex life, I'm going to get some more food. I'm still starved." He got up and walked away from the table as the two girls leaned close and started to talk again. From a distance, he watched them talking as he got his food, Jana kept looking at him then shaking her head. Dave found what he wanted to eat for round two and slowly returned to the table. As he sat down, he heard Jennifer say, "Then Ann went crazy with jealousy and broke most of Dave's golf clubs before storming away in her car. Dave had to play in the tournament with borrowed clubs yet he still finished second." Jana looked at Dave in surprise as Jennifer continued to tell her about the fight she and Dave had because of Ann before he went out to BC for the nationals. She explained how he met three Asian girls in BC but wouldn't make love to them because he didn't want to cheat on her. She told Jana about Dave saving Sarah's life and getting shot and then about her reunion with Dave at the hospital in BC. Jana's chin was almost on the table when Jennifer finally finished and she asked, "Is all that really true? It sounds like a soap opera." Dave simply nodded as he finished the last of his food. Jana regained her composure and asked, "So, you were with two girls at once? Are those the only two you have been with?" Dave was nodding his head yes, but Jennifer immediately said, "No, he's been with me and Katherine; Sarah and her maid, Roxanne; the Asian girls ..." she looked at Dave questioningly "were they Tina and ... Lynn?" Dave nodded. Jennifer continued, "There was also me and Sam, Dave's nurse from BC; and me and Jul ..." Dave nudged her in the ribs and she immediately realized she almost said Dave and his sister were having sex. Jana noticed the look Dave gave Jennifer and realized Jennifer had let something very private slip. She stored the name Jul-something away for later. She asked, "So Dave must be a wonderful lover, especially if he can satisfy that many women?" Dave was again about to respond but Jennifer explained, "He is fabulous. He is sensitive, attentive, loving, and very gentle. He also has a large pe..." He cut in, "Alright, I draw the line on you two talking about that." Both girls began giggling before Jana made a pleading face as she pulled her hands under her chin and tilted her head sideways and begged. He looked at her seriously, "No. No more." Jennifer laughed as Jana stopped begging and asked, "So why did you two break up?" Jennifer explained that she and Dave lived in different provinces and how she met Mark, who lived near her; but before she dated him, Dave drove to her hometown and they talked about it - Dave gave her his full blessing. Dave added that Mark was a really nice guy and he was happy for Jennifer. Jana asked why they didn't wait for each other and Jennifer said that they both knew Dave was coming to Wake Forest and that they would not see much of each other for several years - so they put their relationship on hold. If they were both single at a later time, they might get together, but only time would tell. Dave nodded agreement. The conversation switched to Jennifer and her education. Two hours in the dining room had passed quickly and it was almost nine o'clock. Jana looked at her watch and said, "I better get back to my room - I need to study. How did you do in mid-terms, Dave?" Dave replied quietly, "Two As and three A+s." Jana shook her head, "With everything you had going on, you made grades like that? Well I guess that totally finishes my original theory that you were just another dumb jock?" Dave asked, slightly offended, "When did you come up with that theory?" "The first day we were here when a tall gorgeous guy confidently said hello to me as he carried his television into his dorm. When I saw the clubs on your second load, I assumed you would be a dumb jock who just watched television, played golf, and hit on pretty girls." Dave shook his head as he asked, "So what do you think now?" She smiled, "I guess you're not dumb. But you do like pretty girls." He looked at her sideways and she laughed. He knew she was teasing him and he thought that was a very good sign. He asked about her grades and she said she did almost as well as he had: four As and one A+. They left the dinning hall and, as they walked back to the Palmer Residence, Jana asked where Jennifer planned to sleep. Dave said he was going to ask Colby if he minded their sleeping in Dave's bed. Jana asked, "You're going to sleep together?" Both looked at her and replied together, "Yes." Dave then added, "If Colby says no, we will go get a room at a hotel." She simply shook her head. When they reached Palmer, they said their goodbyes. As soon as Dave entered his room he asked Colby about Jennifer sleeping with him. Colby seemed nervous at first but Dave explained that Jennifer had a boyfriend and they were simply going to actually sleep. Colby finally agreed so Dave escorted Jennifer to the bathroom in his wing. She didn't want to make too many trips across to the girls' wing in case Stuart, the RA, was around; so Dave stood guard while she changed in the men's washroom. They returned to Dave's room and crawled into bed. As they lay in bed Jennifer asked, "Are you going to practice in the morning?" He replied, "Yes." She asked, "Are you going to ask Darcy?" Dave answered hotly, "Why would I ask him?" She explained, "Alec told me about Darcy. He's been really caught in the middle of all this. Alec told me you liked Darcy - I think you should give him another chance. Not everyone has the confidence you do and he needs your help." Dave thought about what she said before he replied, "I'll think about it." He did think about it until they fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms as Colby continued to work at his desk. Dave woke early and slipped out of bed. He went to the washroom before he went to Darcy's door and tapped lightly. A very groggy Darcy answered and, even before he could speak, Dave explained, "I know you want to make the team for the Isleworth Invitational. Let's get back to our practice routine. The Deacons have some ass to kick and I want you with me when we do it. Are you up for the challenge?" Darcy woke quickly and smiled happily, "I'll be ready in a minute." Dave said, "I'll get breakfast ready." Dave went back to his room, prepared two bowls of cereal, and went into the hall. Jennifer noticed the two bowls and smiled happily at him. He nodded but didn't speak. Darcy was standing in the hall when Dave opened the door. Darcy started to apologize but Dave cut him off, "Forget it. Let's get back to where we were before all this shit started." Darcy eagerly agreed. When they finished, Dave took the cereal bowls back into the room, cleaned them, and grabbed his clubs and golf shoes then walked out the side exit with Darcy. Alec was waiting at the driving range and Dave immediately walked to him and put out his hand. Alec shook his hand as Dave said, "Thanks, Alec. You're a true friend." Alec nodded before they went to hit balls. Eventually the rest of the team showed up and the scheduled practice began. Since Dave was due to go to Miller Center to work out; he stopped to check on Jennifer. She was watching television and he promised to come get her for lunch. She explained that Jana was going to take her shopping after they ate. Dave's weight training went well. After working out at the gym, he invited Jennifer to join him, Alec, and Darcy for lunch. Jana and Kyra sat at their table as well and Dave immediately noticed that Kyra seemed to be much shyer then her sister. Dave introduced everyone. Darcy couldn't believe he was eating with three gorgeous girls and he hardly said a word the whole hour. Jennifer said she would see Dave at suppertime. Darcy, Alec, and Dave's conversation on the way to the golf center was very animated. Darcy was very excited about meeting the girls and Dave laughed at his antics. Alec was acting all cool but Dave could tell he had enjoyed the mixed company as well. Dave asked Darcy about his girlfriend and Darcy explained that they had broken up the previous week. The long distance relationship became a problem. Dave nodded agreement - he knew all to well about long distance relationships. The afternoon practice session went well. Dave watched Darcy hitting balls and he gave him some pointers. Darcy appreciated it and was really striking the ball consistently by the end of practice. After practice ended, Coach Dawes called the entire team, excluding Keith who was not there, into the meeting room. He briefly explained, without elaboration, that Keith was suspended for two weeks; he went on to the second topic - that the team would hold a qualifying round the following Friday at Tanglewood to set the team for the Isleworth Invitational. Coach told them they had the following day off; then, he wanted them to meet early on Sunday for practice before a round at Tanglewood in the afternoon. After practice Alec asked Dave if he and Jennifer wanted to go out that night. Dave said he would ask her. Alec explained they could go to a bar not far from campus. When Dave said he was underage and didn't have a fake ID, Alec told him that the bar gave every person a bracelet when they entered - one for legal age patrons and a different one for under-age patrons. Dave thought it sounded like a great idea. Alec saw the sad puppy-dog looks Darcy was giving and he quickly included him. Dave, Alec, and Darcy went back to Dave's room. Colby had left a message letting Dave know that he was going home for the weekend. The three friends watched television until Jennifer, Jana, and Kyra returned from shopping. Alec suggested the bar and they all agreed to go. They went to the dining hall for supper together. The meal extended into a two-hour talking session before the girls said they needed some time to get ready. After they returned to the dorm, Jennifer disappeared with Jana while Dave showered and cleaned up then sat and watched television until Alec and Darcy joined him. It was almost nine o'clock when Jennifer strolled into Dave's room and Dave immediately stood and hugged her as he whispered, "You look gorgeous." She replied, "Thank you but wait until you see Jana and Kyra." Jennifer and the three guys walked out to the main lounge and waited for the twins. All three guys gasped when they saw the twins. They were wearing identical yellow skirts with softer yellow spaghetti strap tops. Their faces and hair were made up beautifully and Dave immediately stood and walked to them. He didn't know exactly how he could tell the difference but he walked directly to Jana and said, "You look gorgeous, Jana." He then turned and said the same to Kyra. Jana asked, "How could you tell us apart?" Dave shrugged, "I'm not sure, I could just tell." He thought about it and he suspected it might have been the way they walked - Jana was more confident and he thought maybe that was it. Alec drove his car and, because there weren't six seats, Jennifer sat on Dave's knee in the front seat. They arrived at the bar early and there weren't a lot of patrons around but the six new friends amused themselves. After a few hours of talking, the bar filled up nicely and they all went to the dance floor. They exchanged partners and Dave was happy to dance with Jennifer and each of the twins. Alec was the only one who was wearing an of-age bracelet and he sipped beer all night. It was after midnight when they left and, being the sober candidate, Dave drove back to the campus. He dropped Darcy and the girls off at Palmer, remembered to give Jennifer his DeaconOne card to get into the room, and drove Alec's car to Alec's residence parking lot. Alec had a good buzz on and he asked, "So, are you going to ask Jana out?" After Dave shrugged uncommitted, Alec added, "She seems to like you. I tried to ask Kyra out but she made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in a boyfriend. They're beautiful, aren't they?" Dave replied, "Yes, they are fantastic. I'll see how things go with Jana. I'm not sure if I'm ready for anything too serious right now - but I'll see." After Dave parked the car and they walked to the front of Alec's residence; Dave handed him the keys and wished him goodnight. When Dave got back to his dorm, Darcy was waiting in the main lounge and let him in the front door. Darcy was talking excitedly about the girls and Dave agreed it was a very fun night. Dave told Darcy he wasn't going to practice in the morning. Dave stopped at the washroom before he tapped on the door to his room. He was surprised when Jennifer peeked carefully around the door. He could tell she was hiding something and he was shocked when he looked around the door - and saw she was naked. She whispered, "I like cuddling with you better when we're naked. We're only going to cuddle; that's all." Dave nodded, quickly stripped down, and climbed into bed with his best friend. They talked about Jana and how much Jennifer liked her. Dave asked Jennifer why she was so willing to answer intimate questions from Jana; he was somewhat surprised when Jennifer explained that it was a way of forming some bonds between them and opening the way for Dave to have a closer relationship with an attractive local girl. They then talked about golf and Dave's renewed outlook. They eventually fell asleep entwined in each other's arms. Dave slept really well but he woke early. He was spooning Jennifer's back with his hand on her breast; her familiar scent brought back happy memories. It felt nice to be so close to her and he wondered if they would ever be together again. He was really happy just to feel her in his arms. He eventually fell back to sleep. It was just after nine o'clock when a tapping woke them. Jennifer explained, "I told Jana we would go to breakfast with her before you gave me a tour of the campus." Jennifer jumped out of bed, pulled on Dave' robe, and answered the door. When she saw it was Jana, she opened the door and invited her in. Dave scrambled to pull the sheet over his naked body. Jana immediately noticed that they were both obviously naked and teased, "Mark is not going to be happy." Jennifer smiled, "Mark knows I would never cheat on him. It just felt nice to have my best friend's body pressed close to mine." Jana moved towards the chair beside Dave's bed and then, at the last second, grabbed the sheet and pulled it clean off of Dave. He scrambled out the bed, grabbed his shorts he had left sitting on the floor and covered his crotch before he said, "Nice move, real nice." Jana was giggling, "I only wanted to see how big it was." Dave just shook his head and walked out of the room with his shorts still covering his crotch. Jana got a perfect look at his naked ass and she whistled as he closed the door behind himself. He darted up the hallway to the bathroom. He relieved his morning bladder pressure before pulling on the shorts and returning to his room. Jennifer and Jana were talking animatedly as Jennifer finished dressing. Dave brushed his teeth then walked up behind Jennifer and kissed her neck. He whispered, "Last night felt wonderful." She nodded and Jana looked at them curiously. Dave pulled on a golf shirt that hung well down over his crotch before he stripped off his shorts and pulled on clean boxers and clean shorts. Jana was again teasing and whistling but he ignored her. He had decided that if she wasn't shy about him being nude, he had no reason to be; he also remembered Jennifer's concept of increased bonding. The three new friends spent the morning together before Dave borrowed Alec's car and Jana, Dave, and Jennifer drove to the airport. Dave thanked Jennifer again for coming and she said she was happy to see his campus. He wished her well and kissed her at the gate before she left. He had a tear in his eye - he had really enjoyed his time with Jennifer and wished she could stay with him. Jana gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek as well. Dave and Jana waited for her plane to take off before they returned to the campus. Jana talked about Jennifer most of the drive and Dave knew they had become good friends in a short period of time. He asked Jana if she wanted to go to a movie that night and she said she would. Dave simply smiled. He explained to her that he wanted to practice for the remainder of the afternoon but he would come get her for supper. He suggested they go out to eat first and she nodded agreement. He filled Alec's car with gas before he returned it. He asked Alec if he could borrow it again to go to a movie with Jana and Alec said he could. Alec told Dave he had some running around to do but he could have the car at six o'clock. Dave thanked him. Dave said goodbye to Jana in the main lounge then he knocked on Darcy's door. Darcy didn't have plans so they practiced together for several hours. Darcy was very pleased when Dave complimented him on his swing. Darcy asked about supper and Dave told him that he was going out with Jana. Darcy smiled devilishly but Dave quickly told him it was nothing serious. Dave took a shower then went to find Jana. He knocked on her door and he was surprised when a girl he had never seen before answered. He asked for Jana and the girl told him she was in Kyra's room next door. Dave had mistakenly assumed the twins would be roommates, but, obviously, he was wrong. He knocked on Kyra's door and she let him in. Jana was finishing her makeup so he sat quietly and waited. When she was finished, she and Dave left together. They went to an Applebee's for supper and, while they ate, Dave asked about the room situation. Jana explained that the university wouldn't room them together. They had considered raising an extended objection but their mother told them to please accept the rules. Dave got some background on their parents before Jana asked about his family. He explained that both his parents worked in a hospital. His father was an administrator while his mother was a nurse. He then explained that he had a sister Beth who was one year younger and another sister Julie who was one year older. As soon as he said the name Julie, Jana's eyes kind of lit up and Dave wondered if she realized the name Jennifer almost had let slip was Julie. Jana never said anything but she now thought she knew who Jul... was. They finished eating then went to the movie. Dave sat close to Jana as they watched the romantic film. About half way through the movie, Dave took Jana's hand in his - she smiled at him before she continued to watch the movie. After the movie, they drove home. He returned the car to Alec and thanked him before he walked back to Palmer with Jana. They held hands as they walked back to the residence. When they entered the residence, the main lounge was half filled with students, so Dave walked the Jana to her room. He stood in front of her door and kissed her softly goodnight. She said, "Thank you, Dave. I had fun, goodnight." She went into her room. Dave walked back to his room; he thought that he really liked Jana. He climbed into bed thinking about her and he masturbated as he fantasized about making love to her. He used his dirty boxers to clean up the mess before he rolled over and went to sleep. He woke early the next morning and Darcy was waiting for him. He went to the bathroom before he and Darcy ate breakfast in Dave's room. Alec was waiting at the practice range and the trio hit balls until the team arrived. The whole team practiced all morning then went to Tanglewood. Dave, Darcy, and Alec played in the same group and Dave spent some time working with Darcy on course management. As they stood on the first tee Dave asked, "Darcy, tell me what you are thinking as you walk on the tee; go through your entire routine." Darcy nodded and as he walked onto the tee he said, "The first hole is three hundred and seventy-seven yards long with a slight dog-leg to the left. The wind is blowing gently from left to right so, I want to aim the ball up the left rough and hit a high fade into the middle of the fairway. I want my ball to finish in the middle or middle left of the fairway." Dave watched as Darcy stood over the ball and added, "There are heavy woods on the right, so I don't want to slice the ball. I tell myself. 'Don't go in the woods; don't go in the woods' then I go into my swing." Dave immediately said, "Stop right there." Darcy looked at him curiously. Dave explained, "Never stand on the tee thinking what you shouldn't do. Always be thinking what you want to do." Darcy nodded so he continued, "Here is what my routine is. I walk onto the tee and determine the yardage. I know I hit my driver about three hundred yards so I determine which club I need. Once I choose the club I look at the hole and first I analyze the risk areas. On this hole, the woods are thick on the right; there is also a sand trap on the right side but I know I can hit over that. I like to hit a draw and I know I can start the ball down the right side of the fairway and work the ball against the wind. When I stand over the ball, my only thought is smooth full swing. I never think about where I don't want to hit the ball - only where I do want to hit the ball." Darcy nodded and went through his routine again. He hit a good drive and the ball faded from the left into the middle of the fairway. He grinned at Dave then thanked him. Dave smiled before he pulled out his three-wood and hit it solidly into the middle of the fairway. Alec hit third and also hit a good drive. They had played the first two holes before Alec hit a bad shot on the third hole. He was mad at himself and Dave could see him beating himself up over the mistake. Dave wanted to say something but he didn't. He wasn't sure if Alec wanted his help. Alec bogeyed the hole and continued to act moody. On the fourth hole, Alec pushed his drive and his ball was buried in a sand trap. Dave immediately noticed that Alec became even more distracted. Dave had to help his friend even if the help wasn't welcome. Dave knew this was Alec's weakness so, as they walked down the fairway Dave asked, "What are you thinking, Alec?" Alec glared at him and growled, "Leave me alone, Dave." Dave stopped Alec and stared into his eyes, "Do you want to get better?" Alec again growled, "What the fuck do you think?" Dave smiled, "Good. Then let your friend, your fucking irritating friend, help you. We both know that a significant amount of golf is mental and right now I can see you are not thinking what you need to be thinking. Now tell me what you are thinking." Alec glared at Dave, "I'm thinking I fucking blew another shot and I will have a hard time making a par now." Dave nodded, "You missed your shot. You didn't blow anything yet but, if you lose focus, you will definitely blow it soon. Think about your shot but don't over analyze it. Think what you want to do next time you have your driver in your hand. Don't beat the hell out of yourself from the tee to the sand trap." Dave paused a moment and started walking towards the sand trap. When Alec started walking with him, Dave asked, "When you are playing well, what do you shoot?" Alec replied, "I usually shoot two or three under par." Dave answered, "Exactly, so if you don't have a good lie in the trap and have to just hit the ball back to the fairway, you can still easily make a bogey. That means you will be one or two under par and that is still a very good round. A bogey won't hurt you but, if you lose your focus - you will have a lot of bogeys or even worse. You can always sink a good putt and save your par, so don't let one bad shot destroy your round." When they reached the sand trap, Alec's ball was sitting in hole and he wasn't likely going to be able to reach the green. Dave looked at the lie and asked, "What are you thinking now?" Alec shrugged, "The lie sucks. I'm one hundred and fifty yards from the pin and if I hit an incredible seven iron I could make the green." Dave shook his head, "Don't try to fix a poor shot with an unrealistic shot. Do the same as I told Darcy on the first tee. Analyze the risks - the green is surrounded by three tough sand traps and the hole is three quarters onto the green. Your lie sucks so it is highly unlikely you can get any shot onto the green. Now ask yourself what the strongest part of your game is?" Alec replied quickly, "That's easy - my long chipping is really strong." Dave smiled, "Therefore, the best place for you to be is twenty yards in front of the green. Look at your lie - you could get a wedge on that and hit the ball short of the green. Then you are working to your strength - not chancing a higher score. Just work to your strength." Alec nodded and thought about Dave's suggestion. He pulled out his wedge and blasted the ball out of the trap into the fairway. He was forty yards from the hole. He didn't hit the sand shot perfectly but he was in good shape; he nodded thanks to Dave. Dave walked to his ball and hit his second shot onto the green. He again walked with Alec and explained, "No matter how good or bad you hit your second shot, - you have to forget about it and your first shot as well. They're behind you and you cannot change them. You can, however, play better the rest of the way and improve your score but you can never undo a shot you made. Deal with the shot then move on. Remember, you have a great swing, a great game and if you keep your head from fucking it up - you will score well almost every round." Alec smiled and nodded understandingly. Alec chipped the ball to six feet but missed the putt. Dave watched him tap in a one-foot bogey putt before he said, "That was a very easy bogey and I would bet six out of ten times you would make par. If you make the par you gain confidence and move to the next hole even more confident. If you miss, you only made bogey. No matter what you make, the hole is done - move on to number five." Alec nodded as they went to the fifth hole. Dave continued to talk to both Alec and Darcy as they played and by the end of the round both felt more confident in their game. At the same time, Dave was reinforcing his own mental playing skills. Dave played well even though he spent more time coaching Alec and Darcy. He was still very happy with his two under sixty-nine. Darcy was very happy with his sixty-eight - it was the best round he had shot since arriving at Wake Forest. Alec got in trouble twice more after the fourth but managed to remain focused and tied Dave with a sixty-nine. All three were very happy when they left the course. After they returned to the residence, Dave spent the evening studying. He thought about going to see Jana but he knew he needed to spend more time on his studies, so he decided to wait until the next night to possibly go see her. The next day, Dave practiced with Alec and Darcy before going to his classes. He sat with Darcy at lunch but he didn't see the twins. He went to practice after class. He was very happy with his game and he was confident he was ready for the trial round on Friday. He found Jana before supper and asked if she wanted to go to supper with him. She said she would and she thought they should have a serious talk. Dave was curious what she meant but he agreed. After they had gotten their food Jana explained as they ate, "Dave, I want you to understand that I'm not looking for a serious boyfriend. I've had some serious boyfriends before, but now I want to focus on my education. I'd like to spend time with you, but I am not looking for a life-long relationship. I have four years of undergraduate studies and up to four more years of graduate studies. I just want to make sure you understand that, before we start spending a lot of time together." Dave smiled, "I agree completely. I have big plans for my future too and I'm not looking for a permanent relationship either. A good relaxed friendship would be wonderful." Dave wondered just how far this little relaxed friendship agreement would go. After they ate they went back to their rooms to study. The rest of the week passed quickly. Dave studied hard and practiced hard. On Wednesday he made plans with Jana to go to the Homecoming football game on Saturday and then the dance that night. He suspected Kyra, Darcy, and Alec would want to join them. On Friday he was at Tanglewood with Alec and Darcy. They weren't playing together so, before they started, Dave reminded, "Trust your swing and stay focused." They both nodded. Dave was really focused himself and he played his best round at Tanglewood shooting sixty-four. Alec had a great round of sixty-seven and Darcy shot sixty-nine. None of the other players broke seventy. In the meeting after the round, Coach Dawes announced the team for Isleworth: Dave, Will, Carl, Alec, and Darcy. Dave, Darcy, and Alec were all very excited. After returning to campus, Dave went to his room and studied most of the evening before going to bed. As he lay in bed he thought about the upcoming tournament and he was very pleased that both Darcy and Alec qualified. He then thought about Jana and he looked forward to spending the next day with her before going to Florida on Sunday. He lay in bed thinking about her shapely, dark-skinned body.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-One - Back in the Thurlow Life A tired Dave didnt speak much during the drive to the Thurlow residence but when they finally arrived he felt rejuvenated. Raymond pulled up in front of the main door and Dave saw the surprised expressions on Alec and Shaunas face. He had warned them that the mansion was huge but his description obviously hadnt done it justice. The butler, James, walked out the front door and as Dave stepped out of the Rolls he said, Welcome back to London, Sir. Dave nodded, Its nice to see you again, James. Alec and Shauna started to walk behind the car to help with the bags but Dave whispered, They wont want your help. Theyll put the bags in our rooms just follow Sarah inside. The sun was very low on the horizon as they walked into the extravagant mansion. Sarah led them into the informal living room where Lady Dianna was reading a book while Lord Thurlow was reading a newspaper. When they entered the room, Dave walked to them as they stood up. He smiled at the couple and shook Lord Thurlows offered hand, Thank you both for inviting us to stay with you. Turning to Sarahs mother, he formally introduced his companions, Lady Dianna, this is my good friend, Alec Trainor and his girlfriend, Shauna Baird. Alec and Shauna walked to the distinguished couple and softly shook hands with Lady Thurlow before Dave continued, And this is Lord Thurlow, our host and benefactor. As his friends shook his hand Dave turned back to ask, How have you been, Lady Dianna? She smiled at him, Very well, thank you. How was your flight? He nodded, It was good, maam, but Im a little worn out from getting through customs and immigration. Alec stifled a laugh and both Sarah and Shauna were trying to look innocent. Lady Dianna wondered about the odd looks but simply continued, We are very glad you are here safely; Margaret has prepared a snack for you in case you are still hungry. Dave thanked her with, That would be nice; airplane food is just fair at the best of times. Dave asked Lord Thurlow, I was wondering if it were possible to have a third person added to our group next Sunday? I met Hilary Duff on the plane and I had met her father during my college tournaments. Bob Duff, who has a very low handicap, is coming to England to watch the tournament and I hoped he could play with Alec and me. Lord Thurlow looked confused, Who is Hilary Duff? Dave chuckled, Sorry, she is an actress and pop singer. She has become very famous the last few years. Lord Thurlow nodded as he pulled out his cell phone, Ill check, but I am sure it will not be a problem. I will send James with a reply. Dave nodded, Thank you, sir; thank you very much. Then he followed Alec and Shauna who were being led to the informal dining room by Sarah. When they were seated at the table, the cook, Margaret brought out sandwiches and a tray of fruit. Dave, Alec, and Shauna all thanked her before they dug in. While they ate Sarah asked, Alec and Shauna, do you want to share a room or have separate rooms? Shauna asked, Would your parents be offended if we slept in the same room? Sarah shook her head, No, my parents wouldnt be offended in the least. They know you are both adults and old enough to make your own decisions. Shauna replied, We would like to share a room then, please. Sarah smiled then nodded to James who was standing quietly at the door. He nodded understandingly then disappeared. Dave talked with Sarah as he ate and she brought him up to date on her first year at Oxford. She had really enjoyed being out on her own and her parents were slowly giving her more freedom they had watched over her very closely since the incident in Vancouver. Until she went to Oxford, they had insisted Roxanne remain with her when they werent available. Now Sarah was allowed to go to parties and other events without supervision. James returned to the room and reported to Dave, Lord Thurlow said that Mr. Duff is booked into your group making it a foursome. Lord Thurlow also said that the fourth would be Mr. Mike Weir who has requested to play with you on Sunday as well. Dave smiled, Thats great. Thank you, James. Dave pulled out his phone and programmed Hilarys number into his cell from the sheet of paper. He would have programmed it on the plane but he wasnt allowed to use his cell on the plane. He dialed the number and after several rings he heard her voice. Hi. Hilary, this is Dave; the deed is done. Your dad is booked in with us and we are teeing off at one-fifteen. Tell him that he will get a treat as Mike Weir is going to be playing with us as well. Hilary acted as if she had not heard a word he spoke. Her only response was an urgent question, What happened to you at the airport? Were you arrested? Dave laughed, No, thats a long story for another time it was absolutely nothing serious. She asked again, Are you in any trouble? He got serious, No, none; that was actually a police friend just playing a joke on me. Hilary sighed. Oh, Ive been worried about you since I left the airport. She paused as she seemed to catch her breath and get refocused. What time did you say the tee time was and who is the other golfer? Dave was surprised to hear she was worried about him. He repeated, The Old Course tee time is one-fifteen on Sunday and we will be playing with Mike Weir. He is a Canadian on the PGA tour. I am sure your father will know who he is. I have played with him before he is a great guy. Thank you, Dave. I know my dad will love this. I will call him shortly and tell him. Where are you staying in Scotland? Dave replied, We are booked into the St. Andrews Bay Hotel. Hilary laughed, So are we this is great. Dad is going to be absolutely thrilled. Do you have plans for Friday night? I would like to invite you to my concert. Dave said, Just a second. He looked at Sarah and asked, Hilary wants to know if we would like to go to her concert on Friday? Sarahs head was bobbing up and down as she gasped, Yes, Rose wanted to go but the tickets sold out too quickly. Can she come as well? Dave spoke back into the phone, We would love to go. Can we get an extra ticket for one of Sarahs friends? Hilary chuckled, No problem. I will have five tickets with backstage passes waiting for you at the concert hall. If you come an hour early, I can probably spend a little time with you before I go on stage. Dave thanked her, That will be great, Hilary. Well see you on Friday. Goodbye. Sarah jumped up as she explained, I have to call Rose and tell her. Ill be back in a minute. Dave laughed at Sarahs excitement. Once she was out of the room, Alec whispered, Dave, this house is un-fucking-believable. Dave laughed again. I told you it was incredible. That is what I meant when I said Sarah and I are from completely different worlds. Her lifestyle is unlike anything we have ever witnessed. Both Alec and Shauna simply nodded. Dave excused himself and went into the kitchen. Margaret was cleaning up and, after he cleared his throat to get her attention, he asked, Hi, Margaret, how have you been? She smiled at him, Ive been very well, Dave. What can I do for you? He explained, Alec and I will be practicing early in the mornings the same way I did two years ago, but I dont want you getting up early just for us. We will find our own breakfast if you dont mind. She smiled at him. I was just putting out a couple of bowls for you. The cereal is in the same cupboard and you know where everything else is. Welcome back, Dave. Dave nodded, Thank you, Margaret. Its good to see you again. When he returned to the dinning room Sarah was talking animatedly about Rose and how excited she was to get to meet Hilary Duff. Alec and Shauna had finished eating so Sarah suggested a brief tour. She led them outside and they walked through the grounds until they reached the gazebo and sat down to relax as the sun dropped below the horizon. The sunset over the manicured grounds looked dream-like. Sarah explained, Raymond will be waiting for you at six-thirty at the front entrance. As you requested, James will not be waking either of you so make sure you set your alarms. Dave hugged her then kissed her softly, Thank you, Sarah. Do you have plans for Shauna? Sarah giggled. Dont worry about Shauna and me; we will have a wonderful morning doing girl-things while you two boys play your little games. Dave gave her a mock-insulted look for teasing him then laughed and kissed her again. He looked at Shauna and Alec and they were cuddling comfortably. He was so pleased to see they had worked through most of Alecs disability issues and he thought how much stronger their relationship appeared. He felt Sarah cuddled into his side as she whispered, It feels nice to hold you again. I missed you. Dave could feel her body molded tightly to his own and he replied, I missed you, too. As the grounds grew dark several landscape lights came on; after relaxing for a half hour, Sarah escorted Dave, Alec, and Shauna back to the house. She showed Alec and Shauna their room which was just down the hall from Daves room he had the same room as his previous visit. He kissed Sarah goodnight then crawled into bed. He went to sleep quickly and barely noticed Sarah cuddle into him during the night. When he woke in the morning, he was alone and he wondered if had dreamt about Sarah sleeping with him. He showered and freshened up before he carried his clubs down the hall to Alecs room. He tapped the door lightly and Alec stepped out of his room. He chuckled, I waited here for you because I knew I would get lost if I tried to find my own way. This house is amazing. Dave laughed at his friend who was now repeating himself but Dave remembered how awestruck he himself had been two years earlier when he was trying to find his way around the mansion. Alec followed him to the front entrance where they set their clubs down before they went to the kitchen. As they sat eating Dave asked, How did you and Shauna sleep? Fantastic, the bed is really comfortable and it was nice to have lots of room. The single bed at the apartment is a little cramped. Dave nodded agreement. So, what happened with Roxanne? Dave smiled at his friend. As they ate he told him the whole story in detail. Alecs mouth dropped open several times and at the end he simply shook his head. She was really hot looking. The short hair and the suit looked incredibly sexy on her. Dave laughed. It looked even sexier when I ripped it off her. She is truly amazing, passionate, and inventive. They rinsed the dishes before they walked to the front door. Raymond had loaded their clubs into the Rolls and was standing by the rear door as Dave and Alec walked out the front door. Dave walked to Raymond and shook his hand, How are you, Raymond? I hope you can please call me Dave the way you did two years ago and this is Alec. I told him that you would have to call us sir when the family is around but please use our first names when it is just us. Raymond smiled, Okay, Dave. Alec shook his hand as well. It is nice to meet you, Alec. Dave and Alec got in the back seat. The drive to Royal Blackheath passed quickly and they were soon pulling up in front of the old brick clubhouse. Dave told Raymond they would be ready to leave at noon. Raymond nodded before he got back in the car and drove away. Dave led Alec into the old clubhouse and he got several buckets of balls and they went to the driving range. They both hit balls for three hours and Dave noticed that Alecs swing was getting steadily more consistent. They moved to the putting green and spent two more hours there. Several of the members Dave had met the previous visit said hello to him. Dave adjusted nicely to the greens and he was looking forward to playing a round the next day. Alec loved the old golf course and was also looking forward to playing. Dave went into the pro shop and Harry Richardson, the club pro, walked to him and shook hands. Nice to have you back with us, Dave. I understand you are playing in the Open Championship next week. Dave nodded, Yes, and this is my good friend and caddie, Alec. Alec and Harry shook hands before Harry explained, I have had several requests from members to play with you. Lord Edward spread the word that you were returning and he says he wants a rematch. John is traveling abroad so Alec will make four. Do you remember Ross Johnson? He was the club champion when you were last here. Dave nodded as he remembered playing with Ross and two of his friends. Ross would like to have a game with you this week as well, if you are available? Dave nodded as Alec simply shook his head in wonder at how Dave was being received in England. He was still surprised how quickly Dave could make friends with total strangers. He reflected on the discussion he and Shauna had had with Dave the previous day about how quickly he developed relationships with people because he was so honest. Dave replied, We would like to play on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday around eleven oclock if possible. Please give Edward first choice of those dates and then Ross or anyone else of your choice can join us in the remaining times. Harry shook Daves hand, Great, I will arrange those times for you. It is nice to meet you, Alec. Harry shook Alecs hand before Dave led the way to the front entrance. It was just noon and Raymond was waiting for them. Dave and Alec got in the Rolls and were surprised to find Sarah and Shauna were also in the back seat. Sarah explained that both couples were going to lunch and then doing some sightseeing. The afternoon passed quickly and they all enjoyed the tour of London. When they returned, it was dinner time and the young people joined Lord Thurlow and Lady Dianna in the informal dining room. The meal centerpiece was an elegant salmon and Dave enjoyed it immensely. Alec wasnt a big fish connoisseur but he ate the meal anyway. Dave watched him make a few strange faces and he struggled to fight off laughing out loud. Shauna ate the meal without any trouble or hesitation. After dinner the four young adults went swimming. They simply fooled around in the water for an hour before Alec and the two women got out of the pool to relax in the warm night air. Dave swam laps for forty-five minutes; when he climbed out of the pool he was tired but felt invigorated. Sarah had suggested that everyone take a change of clothes with them to the pool so they could shower in the pool-house when they finished. She smiled at Dave, Grab your clothes; we have the pool-house first. She picked up her clothes and led the way. Dave was still drying himself when he picked up his clothes and waved to Alec and Shauna, who were grinning at him, Dave then followed Sarah. His eyes were drawn to her svelte body and he watched her beautiful ass which was barely covered by the small red bikini bottom. She walked through the door and he followed close behind. As soon as the door swung shut she moved into his arms and kissed him passionately. She whispered, I gave you last night off because I knew Roxanne would wear you out but now its my turn. As she slipped one hand inside his shorts he asked, Did you sleep with me last night? She giggled. Of course I did, silly; although you were very much in a deep sleep. I havent waited eleven months just to sleep in a different bed. I will be out of bed before you wake every morning but I will be with you for at least a little while every night I can. He smiled at her as he pulled one of the cups of her red bikini top away from her soft round breast. He lowered his head then sucked the pink nipple into his mouth. As he licked and sucked her nipple he unfastened her top and tossed it on the floor. He massaged her other breast with his large hand. She moaned in appreciation before he lowered his hands and pushed her bottoms off. Kissing his way down her body, he found her soft nether lips and teasingly slid his tongue inside her opening. She moaned again and held his head to her sex. He licked and sucked her tasty pussy until she reached a quickly-induced initial orgasm. After allowing her a few moments to recover, he pulled down his shorts and escorted her to the large shower. He opened the shampoo and worked a lather into her hair before he took a bar of soap and cleaned every inch of her lovely pale body. As he was washing her shoulders and back he pushed her forward and eased his hardness into her simmering snatch. She gasped as he filled her completely. He moved his hands to her hips and began a steady stroking motion. Sarah moaned in delight and as her second orgasm began to build she pushed back to meet his thrusting hips. Dave could also feel his orgasm building and he increased the speed until he was driving into her. She moaned as her orgasm flooded her senses just moments before Daves throbbing member exploded, sending his juices deep inside his little princess. They were both happily tired as Sarah rinsed clean then cleaned Daves big strong body. She washed his hair before they turned off the shower and dried each other. After pulling on clean clothes they kissed passionately before walking out of the pool-house. Alec and Shauna went in as soon as Dave and Sarah sat down. Dave and Sarah talked about their plans for the rest of the week before the topic changed to college. Dave found out Sarah had dated several guys over the winter but none of those relationships had developed into anything serious. She said her studies were most important to her and that she wanted to become a school teacher. She thought it would be fun and rewarding to mold the minds of the future. Eventually Alec and Shauna emerged from the pool house and Sarah showed them to their room. Sarah then kissed Dave goodnight but whispered that she would join him before too long. Dave went into his room, opened his laptop, and wrote several e-mails. He wrote one each for Jennifer, Jana, Kyra, and Rebecca. He also wrote one for his parents. He didnt have an internet connection so he would have to wait until the next day to send them. He crawled into bed just before ten oclock and was just dozing off when he heard his door open. He felt Sarahs warm nude body move into his arms and he kissed her tenderly. They went to sleep comfortably spooned together. The next three days passed quickly. Dave and Alec enjoyed their rounds with Edward and Ross. Alec found the bump and run style of golf hard to adjust to but Dave played really well and shot rounds of sixty-seven, sixty-six, and sixty-four. Alecs game had steadily improved and, even with the difficulty of bump and run golf, he shot three rounds in the seventies with the final round seventy-five. Dave told him he was really playing well and Alec confessed that he didnt know if he could play much better because his hands really hurt some days but he was confident he could play well enough to earn his scholarship. Dave put his arm around his friend and said, Dont put too much pressure on yourself. Just keep practicing and see what happens. Edward had played with them both Tuesday and Friday. Ross played with them on Thursday. After the round on Friday, Edward thanked Dave for getting Rose tickets for the concert. Edward confessed, I could probably have gotten her tickets with a little political pull but I didnt want her going to the concert with just anyone. When I heard she would be going with you, I was very pleased. I know you will watch out for her. Dave was surprised, Thank you, Edward, but may I ask why you feel you can trust me so much? Edward smiled, I have known Andrew Thurlow for twenty years. He is one of the shrewdest businessmen I know. He is also one of the most careful men I know he loves his family more than life itself. If he can trust you to take his daughter to France and then allow her to visit QAI then I know he considers you family. He has told me in detail what happened in both Vancouver and in France as I said, we are very close friends. Besides all that, I like you a lot and I can tell you are a very honorable young man. It will be nice for Rose to spend some time with you. Dave was floored by his explanation. He wondered how these very powerful men could trust a virtual stranger from QAI. After a brief reflection he replied, Thank you, Edward. Im not sure I deserve such praise but I promise I will keep an eye on Rose. Edward chuckled. I know you will. Have a good time tonight and good luck at the open. Alec had been standing nearby as Dave was talking to Edward; after Edward left, Alec teased, You sure have them all fooled. Then in a very deep, interrogating type voice said, Who are you and what have you done with Dave MacDonald? Dave laughed and punched his friend on the arm. They were wrestling as if they were two school-boys when the Rolls pulled up. They climbed in back before they said hello to Raymond. They joked and laughed at each other until they reached the mansion. When they walked through the front door, a smiling James gave them an update, The ladies are waiting for you in the informal living room. They suggested you get showered and join them when you are ready. Dave and Alec raced up the stairs and were still fighting with each other when they reached their rooms. Dave showered then dressed quickly. He went straight to the living room without Alec he wanted to see if Alec could find his way alone. As soon as he walked into the room he stopped dead in his tracks. Sarah, Shauna, and Rose were all dressed in sophisticated and tailored, yet sexy, clothes; he whistled before he gasped, Wow! You look incredibly hot! All of you. They all blushed and Dave could tell that Shauna was really looking forward to seeing Alecs reaction. Dave walked to Sarah and looked at her beautifully made-up face. Her hair was cut and styled much different than he had ever seen it and she looked spectacular. The blouse and skirt were colorful and fit her perfectly. He hugged her carefully and whispered, Maybe we should go to my room for a few minutes. I think I need to relieve a little pressure. She blushed as he kissed her softly. He then turned to Rose and said, I better bring one of my golf clubs with me tonight because I will need it to beat all the guys away from you. You look gorgeous. Are you sure you are the same Rose that I met two years ago? She blushed and thanked him for the compliment. Shauna looked at Dave with an incipient panic all over her face. Dave whispered, Dont worry, hell love it. Ive never seen you look so beautiful. She smiled and thanked him. It took ten minutes before Alec finally walked into the room. He had gotten lost and it took a few minutes for him to finally find his way. As soon as he saw Shauna, he froze and his mouth dropped open. He was so stunned he couldnt speak; Dave noticed that Shauna was starting to panic when Alec finally walked to her and simply said, Wow! She blushed as he kissed her softly. Dave watched as he whispered something in her ear and she blushed even more. Dave was very happy they had come with him to England. They left the mansion and went to a restaurant to eat. After the meal they went directly to the concert hall. They arrived ninety minutes before the performance was due to start. When they showed their back-stage passes, they were escorted to Hilarys dressing room. Raymond had picked the passes up earlier in the week. Alec recognized the man he had seen at the airport and had assumed to be her agent. The security person who took them backstage introduced them, Mr. Stiles, this is the MacDonald party. Mr. Stiles turned and faced Dave and his friends. Dave put out his hand, Im Dave MacDonald. Mr. Stiles looked at him suspiciously he had seen hundreds of guys try to get their hooks into his star performer and he wondered if this was just another gold digger. One thing that did surprise him was that Hilarys father had supported Hilary inviting Dave to the concert and that was very strange because Bob was even more protective of her than he was. After staring at Dave briefly he shook Daves hand and managed a thin smile as he answered, Im Jack Stiles, Hilarys agent. She will be out to see you shortly. Dave was about to introduce his friends but Jack rudely turned and walked the other way. Dave looked at his friends and laughed, Hes a real charmer; isnt he? They laughed as well. Hilarys door opened and she walked briskly up to Dave, Hello, Dave. Its great to see you. Dave smiled at her, Its nice to you, too. Thanks for the tickets. She nodded as he turned to his friends, You already met Alec and Shauna. This is Sarah Thurlow and her friend Rose Davies. Hilary shook each of their hands and immediately invited them into her dressing room. It was huge with a large mirror on the far wall. There was a rack of different outfits. Hilary asked Dave what he had done all week and he explained that he and Alec had spent most of it at the golf course. He told her about the sightseeing they had done. He asked what she did and she explained that she spent most of the week rehearsing her performance and doing a few publicity appearances. She said she was looking forward to the upcoming vacation week in Scotland with absolutely no work commitments. There was a knock on the door so she answered it. She opened the door and hugged a man Dave now knew to be her father. He explained that he had just arrived and came straight from the airport. Hilary turned and introduced Daves friends to her father. When he reached Dave he said, Thank you for inviting me to play with you Sunday. I have always wanted to play St Andrews but never dreamed I would get to play it the week of the Open, nor with two professional golfers. Dave laughed, Im not professional. Bob nodded, I know but you could be if you wanted. Dave shook his head, Not yet. Im still only eighteen and I need a little more experience before I try the tour. They talked in Hilarys dressing room for about forty-five minutes before Jack Stiles came in and told her she should start getting ready. Dave and his friends stood up and thanked her for the tickets again. She nodded and asked them to stay around and come back after the concert was over. They left the dressing room and were shown to a small coffee room where they could comfortably wait for the concert to begin. Rose was very excited about having met Hilary and she kept thanking Dave for including her. The concert lasted two and a half hours. Sarah was cuddled under Daves arm for most of the concert except when she and Rose were dancing to the music. Bob stood close by and he talked to Dave whenever Sarah wasnt with him. When the concert ended, Hilary invited them into her dressing room. She was really tired from the performance and, after drinking some water and resting for a few minutes, she finally asked, Theres a party I was thinking about going to tonight. Would you like to go with me? Rose and Sarah both looked very excited but Dave wasnt so sure. He looked at his watch. It was already well after eleven oclock and he knew that neither Lord Thurlow nor Edward would be real keen on him taking their daughters to a potentially wild party. He was also tired from his six oclock start that morning. He finally shook his head, Id love to go; but Im really tired from a long day of golf and we were planning on leaving early tomorrow morning for Scotland so we better pass. Sorry. Both Rose and Sarah looked disappointed but Hilary didnt seem offended in the least. No problem. I could actually use a good night sleep anyway. I think Ill go back to the hotel with Dad. Ill see you tomorrow night in Scotland then. Dave nodded, Thanks again for the tickets. She shook her head as she walked up to him and whispered in his ear, You have made my father so happy by inviting him to play golf with you that you can have tickets to any concert I ever do. Sarah had been standing right beside Dave and heard what Hilary said. They both laughed before they shook her hand and left. Rose and Sarah were both somewhat disappointed at bypassing the party but they had had such a wonderful night that they let it slide without a single comment. Raymond drove Rose home first and she thanked Dave again and wished him luck before she left. Dave and Sarah wished Alec and Shauna a good night before they went to their separate rooms. Dave had only been in the bed for thirty minutes when Sarah joined him. She whispered, I cant wait until we get to Scotland and I can wake up in your arms. He kissed her before they went to sleep. The drive to Scotland was breathtaking for all the visitors as they passed castles and old farmhouses. Sarah was driving her Mercedes convertible and the warm air blowing their hair around felt wonderful. Dave particularly loved the fields separated by the moss-covered stone walls. He was again reminded how old the country was compared to QAI which was an infant in comparison. They arrived at the hotel and checked in. Sarah explained that her father could only get one suite which she and Dave would share, but Alec and Shauna were in a room very close by. She said they could all share the living area of the suite. A bellboy showed them to their rooms and Dave was amazed at how beautiful their suite was. He was also somewhat un-nerved by the realization that Sarahs father had booked them into one suite; there was a clear message of trust in that arrangement. Then Dave reflected that the WFU golf team only stayed at economy hotels but this suite was typical of Lord Thurlows luxury lifestyle. After unpacking, Sarah took Dave and Alec to the Old Course to practice. They were both anxious to see St Andrews. Sarah dropped them off; then she and Shauna went exploring the Scottish countryside. Dave walked into the pro shop. When he introduced himself, the staff quickly got him some golf balls and showed him where the practice range was. Dave and Alec hit balls for two hours before going to the practice putting green. The greens were very fast and it took Dave a little time to adjust to the speed. Sarah picked them up as-arranged and they returned to the hotel. When they checked at the front counter, there was a message for them from Hilary. She invited them to have dinner with her and her father. Dave asked his friends about the invitation and they agreed so he called Hilarys room and accepted. They talked for several minutes before agreeing on a time to meet in the restaurant. Dave and Alec went back to their respective rooms and took a shower. Dave had just peeled off his clothes when Sarah came bouncing into the luxurious bathroom and stripped down with him. They climbed into the shower and cuddled under the streaming water. Dave loved having his princess next to him and he kissed her tenderly as he told her he loved her. After a long shower, they were sitting in the main room of the suite when they heard a knock on the door. Dave opened the door and invited Alec and Shauna in. They took two steps and stopped frozen; clearly, they were both surprised to see how large and luxurious the suite was. Alec gasped, Jesus, I thought our room was the nicest the hotel had. Shauna hit him on the arm for cursing but Sarah merely laughed, Dont worry, Shauna, Im not that prim and proper. They were still sitting and talking about how beautiful Scotland was when there was another knock on the door; it was the Duffs. Dave invited Hilary and her father inside. Hilary laughed, You must have some real pull to get a suite. I tried every possible angle but I never had a chance. Sarah giggled, Actually, Daddy booked it for us. He is partners with the owner in another business so they made sure we had a suite. They talked briefly before going to supper. The multi-course meal was spectacular and even Alec was starting to get used to fancy meals. Dave smiled at him as he remembered how it took himself a much longer time to adjust two years earlier. During the meal they all agreed to go sightseeing together on Monday. There were several castles and other historic sites for them to visit in the area. Dave and Sarah said good night early and went back to their room. They made soft tender love for over an hour. As they lay cuddled in each others arms Sarah whispered, Do you think you will see Hilary after you go back to North America? Dave was surprised by the question, I dont know. We havent talked about it. Why do you ask? Sarah moved her head from his chest and stared into his eyes. Even in the dark she could sense him staring up at her intently. She explained, Roxanne and I had a long talk after we left QAI last year. We were both surprised by how simple but special your life is on QAI. Roxanne told me that you could never live the life of a lord in England and I agreed. You are just not that kind of person. I told her that I could live your lifestyle and we actually had a little argument when she laughed at me. I felt insulted when she first told me that I could never live that simple lifestyle. After she explained her thoughts in more detail I realized she was right. I like to go to the beauty salon and spend five hours getting pampered. I like eating at fancy restaurants and staying at luxurious hotels all the time, not just special occasions. Ive lived this way my entire life and I cant imagine changing. Although, for you, I would be willing to try but we both know it probably wouldnt work. A tear leaked down her cheek. I truly love you, Dave, but I finally understand what you have said several times in the past. We are from two different worlds. I know we will not be together for the long term but I plan on enjoying every minute I can spend with you. Dave kissed her softly, I love you too. She continued her earlier thought, Ive noticed how Hilary looks at you. She really likes you and I think she would like to get to know you better. Dave kissed her again, Forget about Hilary. This is our time and the only one I want to think about is you. But what if you chase Hilary off by being with me? Dave shook his head. I truly dont care about that. All I care about is spending this week with you. The golf will be fun but having you here to share it with me is even better. Sarah hugged him as close as she could get before they made love again.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter One - A Fresh Start, with Icing The first day of school was very much a huge re-union. All of Dave's school friends had heard about his adventure in B.C. and wanted all the details directly from the source. When Dave finally arrived home after his first day at school, he was exhausted. He decided to lay down for a short nap before his first physiotherapy session that evening. Physio, the insider's term for physiotherapy, went well that evening and Dave quickly realized that Randy Manning really knew his stuff. Randy was a former trainer for one of the professional Canadian Football League teams and seemed to know everything there was about sports injuries and how to regain flexibility and strength. Randy told Dave he couldn't start any strength training for two more weeks and couldn't engage in any major physical activity for at least four weeks. One of Randy's first procedures was to take all of Dave's measurements. Dave knew he had grown over the summer because his shorts seemed to be getting shorter and shorter; but he hadn't worn long pants since the spring so he was shocked when he found out he had grown four more inches since the previous May. Dave was now six foot three inches and one hundred and ninety-five pounds. Dave also did a quick calendar calculation in his head and realized training camp for the midget AAA team started in just over two weeks then ran for two weeks leading up to tryouts. He would only be able to get one or two practices in before tryouts. He asked Randy about it and Randy said he would know better in three weeks but absolutely no training camp before then. Edwardton has four levels of midget hockey for boys fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen years old. The top level team is the major midget team which is chosen from the best players from all across the island. There are currently two major midget teams representing the whole island; those teams play outside the island. The next level down is the AAA level. It is a very competitive intra-island league with eight teams which play a seasonal schedule, then a play-off series to determine the championship. The five larger urban towns and cities each have a team, while three rural areas have zone teams representing east, west, and central QAI. The next level is AA and almost all communities have a representative in this league; league size varies from year to year but is usually eighteen teams who play a rotation schedule of about thirty games each season. The final level is the A level which is the house league level; these teams provide the basics for new and casual players. These teams also play a regular season schedule in either the east or west division with the top three teams in each division advancing to a weekend tournament style playoff. Most communities have one or more teams in this level and there are usually between twenty and thirty teams in total. Dave had played on the AA team last year as a first year player. He had almost made the AAA team but was a late cut. This year he had hoped to play on the top level major midget team but now, because he had missed most of the tryouts which started in August, he hoped he would at least make the AAA team. When Julie picked Dave up, he was very quiet. She finally asked, "What's wrong, Dave?" Dave looked at her sadly, "My therapist said I can't do any major physical activity for at least three weeks. I'll probably miss most of the AAA training camp which means I will go into tryouts significantly out of shape and rusty. John has already survived the first two cuts on the major midget team and, from what my other hockey friends in school say, he is playing significantly better than last year and should make the team easily. I know, if I had been healthy back in August when they started tryouts, I could have made it too. Now I may have a hard time even making the AAA team. I wonder if maybe I should just take the year off." Dave slouched in his seat looking totally dejected. Julie was confident Dave would make the AAA team and his idea of taking off a year was just an expression of depression. He was one of the last cuts from the team the previous year as a first year midget. Now he was a second year midget and was significantly bigger and stronger than a year ago. To change the subject slightly, Julie finally smiled at Dave and asked, "Is sex considered a physical activity? Mom and Dad have gone out for the evening and Beth is at Cindy's; so, if you're up for it, I would like to use your assets for practice." Dave returned the smile; he sat up straight as he thought about the fun they would have when they got home. An hour later, Dave lay in his bed resting from his wonderful spirit-lifting session with Julie. Her technique was definitely improving but Dave had, nevertheless, solemnly informed her she still needed more practice. Dave then returned the oral favor and enjoyed licking and sucking Julie to a wonderful orgasm before they finished their session with some fantastic rubber-free screwing. Dave thought he was getting spoiled not having to use a condom -- but he wasn't about to complain. It was, indeed, a form of therapy. The first week of the other therapy was hard and tiring as Randy continued to stretch and work Dave's injured muscles. School was going well and Dave and John became more involved with the "in-crowd." Dave was enjoying making new friends. He had previously always thought that most kids in this group were stuck-up snobs; but, as he got to know them, he learned a lot were just regular teens. It struck Dave that he had been quick to assume everyone in that group was the same. Dave's nemesis, Susie Gamble, the girl who had teased him about stuttering the previous year, stayed clear of him initially but, as Dave became more comfortable in the group, she slowly involved herself in more and more of his conversations. By the end of the second school week, she was positioning herself beside Dave in any group conversations and was even sitting beside him in the cafeteria at lunch. She was very beautiful and well- groomed -- Dave didn't mind the attention but he fundamentally couldn't get her previous mean-spirited teasing of him out of his head. Susie was definitely the leader of the girls' side of the "in-crowd". Her family was very rich and she wore the fanciest and most expensive clothes. All the other girls seemed to follow her lead on most subjects. Dave tried to distance himself from her because he still didn't trust her. After his second week of physio, Randy told Dave he needed to start strength training with Elliot MacEachern. Elliot was a former Olympic Gold Medalist in the bobsled who started training athletes after he retired from that competition. Elliot was a hulk of a man with incredible upper body strength and matching leg strength. Dave and Elliot set up a schedule to meet every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday for four weeks. After that, Dave would continue his own training program and would only meet with Elliot once a week. Elliot told Dave he would like to see him gain fifteen additional muscle pounds to fill out his six foot three inch frame. Elliot provided Dave with a high carb, high protein diet. Elliot started Dave off fairly easy the first week; but, by the sixth session, Dave was leaving the gym at the university field house completely exhausted. Training camp for the midget AAA team was more than half finished when Randy finally approved Dave to start. Dave was disappointed that there were only two final ice times left but vowed to make the most of them. School continued to go well -- then Dave started to notice that a lot of his old friends had stopped waving to him and saying hi unless Dave specifically initiated it. Dave was enjoying his new friends but was struggling with his new- found popularity - was it real and how long would that last? He was standing in the hall talking with several of his new friends when one of his old friends walked by. Dave smiled at him and said "Hi." The old friend returned the smile and nodded. Suzie was beside Dave and she said, "Why do you continue to say hi to those geeks." Dave just looked at her and directly answered her strange question, "Because he is a friend. He may be a geek; but we're all geeks in our own way, aren't we?" Suzie was totally offended by being referred to as a possible geek, gave Dave a dirty look, and replied, "Please!" She drew out the 'eeeeezzzzzz' then walked away in a huff with her entourage in tow. Dave just decided to forget the whole episode and went to class. The night before Dave's first hockey practice was his sixteenth birthday. As was customary, the whole extended family was there. Dave told his uncle Alan about not getting any ice time yet and how he was worried about getting into shape. Alan asked Dave if he were interested in practicing with the Junior A team if Alan could arrange it. Dave was very excited when Alan explained the coach, Mike Stevens was an old hockey friend and he would call him immediately. The Junior A team is for all players twenty-one years old and younger. QAI has two Junior A teams and usually only the best major midget graduates make this team. The reason only a few Island midgets make the team is because the Maritime Junior loop uses players from all over the Maritimes and even some from Ontario. Therefore the Junior A teams on QAI would commonly only have six to ten players native to QAI on their team rosters. Dave was bouncing off the walls with excitement when Alan returned from his phone call and told Dave he was approved to attend the next six Junior A practices. Alan gave him the dates and times. The first after-school practice for the AAA team was very tiring and Dave lagged a bit lead-legged behind all the other skaters during the endurance drills. One positive thing Dave did notice was that his shot seemed harder than last year and he seemed to be more focused and able to see the ice better during the short scrimmages they had. Dave was sitting in the dressing room exhausted after practice. He had his head leaning against the wall as he sucked in air. He thought about the stinky, sweaty dressing room and how there was no way to describe the rank smell. His whole body was throbbing as the blood rushed to every nerve and muscle. Dave was slowly regaining his composure when one of the fifteen year old, first year midgets walked out of the shower bragging about how he had gotten laid the previous weekend. Dave listened as the kid told his story and immediately picked up on some questionable details. Dave thought about how, if it were the year before, when he was as sexually inexperienced as most of his teammates, he would have been hanging off every word this kid was saying. Dave now knew better and just laughed to himself as the other players took in and believed every real and mythical thing the kid said. Dave ate a good supper, rested for an hour, then went to the gym to train with Elliot. Dave went for his driver's license practical examination the next day and, happily, he passed. He immediately thought about going to visit Jennifer -- but his father said he needed a little more driving experience before venturing that far. The day after getting his license, Dave pulled into the school's student parking lot. He was filled with the pride of being a new driver. His new friends quickly surrounded his car and congratulated him. One of his old friends walked over and shook his hand but, noticing he was receiving a very cold reception from Suzie, he made a hasty retreat. As soon as he left, Suzie said, "That geek is such a loser." Dave turned to Suzie, "No, Suzie, sorry to be blunt, but you're the loser. I'm tired of you shooting down my friends. I happen to like Mark - he's a nice guy. I'm tired of your righteous bullshit. Why don't you leave." Suzie gave Dave a glaring look and spoke as she turned, "Well I never ...." Dave cut in before she could finish, "And you're such a cold bitch, you probably never will." Dave noticed several of the girls and guys kind of snicker at his comment but then Suzie said, "Let's leave this stuttering asshole to play with his car." Dave was only mildly pissed about the stuttering comment and replied, "Thank you, your highness, for gracing the peasants with your presence. You may now return to your tower." Suzie turned and glared at Dave before she stormed into the school. A lot of his old friends had been around the parking lot and heard the whole incident. Several walked over to him and shook his hand. Mark walked over and said, "I was waiting for you to blow her off. I knew you wouldn't put up with her snobby bullshit for long. Good job, dude." Dave's life quickly fell into a routine of school, hockey, and working out. The practice time with the junior team improved his conditioning and, when the last practice was over, the coach told Dave he was welcome to come out anytime and practice with them. He further asked whether, if he were sometime to be short a player, could he call on Dave to fill in. Dave was both shocked and extraordinarily pleased by the offer and quickly agreed. As he fell asleep some nights, Dave would think about Jennifer but he was surprised that he didn't think about her more. He realized that he was so busy that he didn't have time to think about their summer together. He continued regular therapy sessions with Julie but that came to an end in mid October when she found a new boyfriend. By the third week of October, Dave had made the AAA team and, as his conditioning and strength increased, so did his on-ice production. By the end of October, Dave was by far the most dominant player on his team; he was scoring two or three goals every game and setting up several more. The coach had made him captain and all the players looked up to him for leadership. Dave wondered where this new- found hockey talent came from and asked his father. Roger quickly replied, "Dave, you have always been one of the more talented players on your team; but you were never driven enough to show it. I think your new-found confidence and ability to focus, probably from playing competitive golf, have allowed your hockey talent to flourish." Dave just nodded concurrence. The major midget team also called Dave up for a game with them; Dave scored two goals and had an assist with that team as well. Dave enjoyed playing with John and the two friends combined to make a very powerful line - John at centre and Dave on either wing worked well. The third forward could be almost anyone as long as they could follow John and Dave's lead. Dave finally had a weekend off hockey in November and asked his father if he could go to Charlestown to visit Jennifer. Roger, having seen Dave become a good driver, agreed and Carol gave him her cell phone in case he needed to call. Dave called Jennifer and she asked her parents if he could stay at their house. Ron and Heather said he would be very welcome; so, as soon as school finished on Friday, Dave left for New Dominion. The two hour drive passed quickly and Dave soon pulled into Jennifer's driveway. Jennifer ran out to meet Dave and they kissed tenderly. Dave thought he noticed a difference in Jennifer but didn't say anything; he thought it was mainly due to the time they had spent apart. He ate supper with Jennifer, Heather, and Ron before he and Jennifer went out for the evening. They drove around Charlestown as Dave brought Jennifer up-to-date on his hockey. It had been almost a month since they talked on the phone so he told her about playing the one game with the major midget team and John and how he had played really well. He explained that the AAA team selected him to be captain and that he enjoyed being the leader on and off the ice. Jennifer told Dave about her friends and what she had been doing all fall. Dave noticed Jennifer didn't mention Ann so he asked, "Don't you hang around with Ann anymore?" Jennifer looked seriously at Dave, "No, she moved, again. I thought you knew. Her parents decided to try and reconcile one more time so they moved to Calgary, Alberta. Do you miss her?" Dave smiled back, "No, I don't miss her at all -- but I was curious if you two would remain friends." Jennifer looked at her hands as she spoke, "We talked a little before she left and she has called me twice since she moved; but it hasn't been the same since the summer." As Dave was driving along he noticed the Dairy Queen where he had taken Ann and started to pull in when Jennifer looked at him surprised, "Where are you going?" Dave replied, "This is where your friends hang out, isn't it? Let's go see if anyone is here." Dave was surprised to see her start to protest then stop and just say, "Okay, if you want." He missed the clue and just proceeded to park the car. When they walked in, Dave immediately recognized a few of the Jennifer's friends he met the previous summer. He was again surprised when they seemed kind of cold to him. He had never considered that Ann would have also influenced them against him but he quickly realized that he was not very welcome. He was sitting beside Jennifer finishing a sundae when an unfamiliar guy walked in, put his arms around Jennifer, then kissed her cheek. Jennifer turned red with embarrassment then introduced him and Dave, "Alex, this is Dave. Dave, Alex." Dave stood and put out his hand to shake with Alex; but Alex rudely kept his hands on his hips, looked at Dave, laughed, then said, "So the knight has come to visit his princess. Or is that his mistress -- because his princess is in England, isn't she?" Jennifer immediately stood, "Stop it, Alex. He is just here to visit me; don't make a scene." Dave was immediately pissed off by both the kiss and the mocking comments; he spoke sternly to Alex, "What's your problem." Dave had always been fairly calm and cool in this type of mean-spirited situation but seeing a stranger kiss his girlfriend had upset him. Dave quickly understood there were things going on which could turn unpleasant; he said to Jennifer, "Let's go; he seems to have a problem." Alex walked up very close to Dave; Alex was slightly shorter than Dave but that didn't seem to bother him as he glared up into Dave's eyes. "My problem is you, you arrogant prick. You seem to think you can walk into this city and steal our women's hearts, treat them like shit, and then ride into the sunset." Dave looked steadily at Alex and spoke in an even tone, "Maybe if you knew how to treat a lady, you wouldn't have to go home and whack off every night to pictures on the internet." Alex tried to give Dave a shove and seemed surprised when Dave did not budge. Then Dave pushed him away before Jennifer and some of her friends jumped between the two angry teens. Jennifer said, "Let's go, Dave." Alex glared at Dave and said, "She just saved your ass." Dave just shook his head and walked out of the Dairy Queen backwards, never taking his eyes off Alex. When Jennifer got in the car she tore a strip off him, "Why did you act like that in front of my friends?" Dave looked at Jennifer puzzled, "What do you mean, me? He started it; and what was that bit where he kissed your check?" Jennifer started to scream at Dave, "What do you want me to say? That I'm going out with him? Well, I am. We started dating a week ago. We haven't been intimate yet but I'm sure that will happen soon." Dave looked at her, stunned by what she said. He started to speak but didn't know what to say; so he just shut his mouth and stared out the windshield. He finally came out of his daze and said, "Did you plan on telling me or was I supposed to just stupidly wait all fucking winter for you?" Jennifer glared at Dave, "Take me home, NOW!" Dave started up the car and drove to Jennifer's house. The five minute drive passed quickly and Dave was still pissed when he arrived. He followed Jennifer into the house, got his overnight bag, then headed for the door. Heather and Ron knew something was wrong and tried to convince him to stay the night -- but he was having no part of that. He thanked them for their concern and left. The drive back to the Island seemed to be a lot longer than the drive over. Dave thought about everything that happened but couldn't figure out what caused Jennifer to turn on him. Was she mad because he only called her three times since the summer ended? She herself had only called him once, so that couldn't be it. When Dave finally arrived home, his mom was waiting for him on the back deck. He walked around the house and jumped in fright when his mom surprised him as she asked if he was okay. He sat down beside her, told her the whole story, then added, "I don't have a clue what happened. I had noticed she seemed different when I first arrived but then we were having such a good time together right up until we met her friends." Carol held Dave's hands and spoke softly, "Heather called and told me you were on the way home. We had a chance to talk and she explained that Jennifer has been having some kind of trouble in school. Heather and Ron don't know all the details -- but the first month Jennifer was home she was very, very unhappy. She had gotten better the last couple of weeks but they don't really know why that was either. They suspect it all has something to do with Ann but that's just speculation." Dave starred at his mother and just shrugged his shoulders, "What I am I supposed to do?" Carol replied, "Give her some time; then try talking to her." Carol kissed Dave on the cheek then stood and led him into the house. She asked, "Do you want some hot chocolate?" Dave nodded and sat at the breakfast nook watching his mother. He was thinking about Jennifer and how much he loved her but he also realized that remaining true to someone so far away was a huge challenge. Maybe breaking up would be for the best. He and his mother sipped their hot chocolate; then Dave went to bed. He tossed and turned thinking about his last summertime week with Jennifer at the campground; unpleasant images of Alex being intimate with Jennifer added to his sleepless turmoil. He decided he would call her on Sunday and apologize. He wasn't sure if he really was the one to apologize but it would hopefully start a conversation and maybe calm things down. Dave slept in the next morning and looked forward to his day off. His only plans were to workout later in the afternoon. The phone rang just before noon and the coach of the major midget team asked him if he wanted to play that afternoon on short notice to replace an injured player. Dave asked if the coach had asked his AAA midget coach for approval and, when he heard it was pre-approved, he said yes. Dave arrived at the rink an hour and half before game time. They were playing the team from Charlestown, where Dave had just driven to see Jennifer. The major midget league consisted of two teams from QAI and four teams from New Dominion. Dave and John had some time to talk and Dave told John all about his visit to see Jennifer. John didn't know what to tell his friend except to give Jennifer some time and maybe she would make things clearer. Dave was really psyched for the game and, after a brisk warm-up, the whole team was ready to go. Dave was on the same line with John again and they seemed to know exactly where each was on the ice. They made passes to each other that no one saw coming and had four good scoring chances in the first two shifts but were thwarted by superb goaltending each time. On the third shift, Dave was skating up the wing when he felt a stick slam unexpectedly across his leg. He went down holding his calve in pain. As he lay on the ice, a Charlestown player stood over him, "There's no one here to save your ass now, asshole. How does my lumber feel?" A linesman pulled Alex away from Dave and escorted him to the penalty box to serve his two-minute slashing penalty. The team trainer rushed to Dave, but Dave stood up and waved him off as he made his way back to the bench. Luckily, Dave's shin pad had taken part of the blow but Dave knew there would still be a huge bruise. Dave rested for a minute before the coach came over, "You okay, MacDonald?" Dave nodded. "Good; then go make that idiot pay for his dumb penalty." The coach called a player off the ice and Dave jumped on. John passed Dave the puck and Dave tried to break around the defenseman. He was angled into the corner where the opposing defenseman fought with him for the puck. Dave pushed the puck along the boards to John then skated around the defenseman and looked at the zone setup. As expected, the Charlestown penalty-killers were playing an aggressive rotating box. Dave cycled back to the sideboards and called for John to pass him the puck. John dropped it back to him from the corner then John moved half way towards the net before stopping and waiting for Dave's next move. As the opposing defenseman turned from John and skated toward Dave, Dave quickly passed back to John then moved through the middle of the box towards the goal. Dave watched his left winger move to the high slot to draw the other opposing defenseman away from the front of the net. John knew what Dave was planning and passed the puck right on the tape of Dave's stick. Dave continued towards the net as the box tried to collapse and cover him. Dave had a tough angle and doubted he could beat this goalie from here. He pulled back his stick and started down with a hard snap shot. The goalie squared up trying to cover the whole net. Dave paused as he reached the bottom of his shot and suddenly passed the puck across the top of the goalie crease to his wide open teammate who had swooped in from his defense position. The teammate tapped the easy pass into the wide open net then threw his hands up to celebrate. The Islanders were leading one to nothing and the players on the ice celebrated. As Dave was skating back to the bench, Alex was getting out of the penalty box. Dave yelled, "Thanks for the goal, Asshole." Alex yelled back, "You're dead, MacDonald!" Dave just smiled at him as he continued to his player's bench; Alex clearly had a very limited range of on-ice insults. Dave and John sat down for a rest and watched as Alex wreaked havoc on the ice. John asked Dave what was going on between him and Alex; Dave explained that Alex was, coincidentally, Jennifer's new boyfriend. Meanwhile, on the ice, Alex was running and charging at everything that moved. Both John and Dave noticed a swing in the momentum of the game as the Charlestown team started to get scoring chance after scoring chance while the home-ice Islanders could barely get the puck over the centre red line. Luckily Craig, the Islanders goalie was playing really well and kept the score at one-nothing. Dave and John had two more good shifts and created the few shots-on-goal the Islanders had during the rest of the first period. In the dressing room, as the ice was being resurfaced by the Zamboni, all the players were talking about Alex and how they had to keep an eye out for him. Dave and John chatted in the corner and came up with their own little thoughts on how to look after Alex. They drew their right-side defenseman into the conversation and soon had a solid plan. The coach gave the usual pep talk as the players ate sliced-up oranges. When the ice was finished, the team streamed out of the dressing room behind Craig. Dave immediately noticed Alex smiling and sneering at him as they skated around the ice warming up. Dave and John's line started the second period against Alex's line. As the two teams lined up for the face-off, Dave took another slash from Alex - no penalty was called this time. John won the draw, and pushed the puck back to his left- side defenseman. The defenseman fought his way over the centre ice line and dumped the puck into the opposing teams end. John immediately yelled to the other defenseman to do their planned switch. The defenseman moved into the offensive zone and applied contained pressure to move the puck up the boards on the opposite side of Dave and Alex. The Charlestown team liked to move the puck to the winger on the boards then make a quick outlet pass to the team's centre-man who would break out ten feet ahead and ten feet beside the winger on the boards. If the centre-man became pressured by the opposing defenseman, he would make a quick, cross-ice pass to the wide weak-side winger who was also breaking over the blue line. Dave and John had observed this breakout in the first period and both were circling at centre ice waiting for Alex to receive the pass. The Islanders' coach was yelling blue murder at his defenseman, apparently caught out of position in the opposing zone. Dave was skating just a few feet behind John when they both spotted the opposing centre receive the puck. They hesitated one second to allow the play to develop, then both skated in a bee line towards Alex. Alex received the cross ice pass from his centre-man, looked up, and saw John barreling towards him. He cut towards the centre of the ice and smoothly avoided John's anticipated shoulder check; but, instead of seeing open ice beyond John, as he had expected, he saw a blur of white racing towards him and closing unavoidably. He had all his weight on his right leg from his pivot to avoid John and knew he could not move in time to avoid the onrushing player. Dave had been trailing John and, as John moved slightly towards the boards to give Alex a small Trojan Horse opening, Dave saw Alex take the bait and cut to the center. Dave was in full flight and was overjoyed when he saw the shocked look on Alex's face as he turned his upper body at the last second and drove his shoulder hard into Alex's chest. Because of Dave's height, the top of his shoulder pads connected with Alex's chin where his facemask touched his face. Dave heard a huge "Uunnnngh!" as they collided. Alex went down to the ice hard. Dave stood over him and wanted to repeat Alex's earlier taunt, "Jennifer's not here to save your ass now, Asshole!" But it was pointless. Dave looked down at Alex and saw his eyes were closed -- he was out cold. Dave had just turned and taken control of the puck when he heard the referee's whistle blow. A trainer for the Charlestown team ran onto the ice and the whole team surrounded Alex, shocked by the huge hit. Dave and John skated over to their bench and received a hero's welcome as players patted them on the shoulders congratulating them for nailing the obvious goon for the other team. Dave was initially worried by Alex's unconscious body; but, after a minute, Alex moved his legs and Dave sighed in relief. He had wanted to send Alex a message but he didn't want to kill him. Dave was surprised that he didn't get a charging penalty but he assumed the referee allowed the hit to go unpunished as Alex had taken several similar un-penalized runs at Islander players in the first period. Alex was helped off the ice and into the dressing room. He didn't return for the rest of the game. After the huge hit on Alex, the momentum of the game swung totally back in favour of the Islanders and they cruised to an easy three-nothing win. Charlestown's fantastic goalie was the only reason the score wasn't ten- nothing. In the post-game talk, the coach congratulated Dave and John for their excellent team work and congratulated the whole team for big win. After he finished speaking to the team, the coach walked over to Dave and asked to see him before he left. The team hooted and hollered in celebration as they showered and changed. Dave was pulling on his socks as he thought about the wonderful differences between golf and hockey. Golf was so quiet and focused; it is based on concentration and consistency. One of the most important parts of golf was to keep your emotions under control. In hockey, shared emotion is what feeds the team. Loud, screaming excitement energizes the team to a new level. Dave was zippering his hockey bag as a whiff of air from his stinky, sweaty gear filled his lungs. Dave's next thought was how the fresh air of the golf course was much more appealing then the aromas that filled the dressing room. Several teammates patted Dave on the shoulder as he exited the dressing room and went looking for the coach. Dave found him standing in a quiet alleyway, talking to one of his assistants. Dave walked up to them and said, "Hi, coach; what can I do for you?" The two coaches turned and faced him, "What can you do for us? You can come play for us the rest of the season. That is what you can do for us. You played one hell of a game today, son; in a very short time you and John have become the scoring and inspirational leaders of this team. I wish you could have made the tryouts last August because this team could really use you. Will you please consider playing with us for the rest of the year?" Dave was shocked and excited. He really wanted to play with John -- and playing for the major midget team would be the best. He was about to say yes when the coach continued, "I don't want you to answer right now. You should go home and talk to your parents. You will still have to pay a significant portion of the $2,000 registration fee -- so you better include them in your decision." Players were asked to pay the fees in order to cover the travel and hotel costs of the numerous out of province games. Dave thanked the coaches and exited the rink. He stood beside his, actually his mother's, car waiting for John. John soon walked out and asked Dave what the coaches wanted. Dave explained the offer and John jumped with joy at the thoughts of them being re-united for the season. John said, "I know your dad will find the money for registration; so we should be playing together again, excellent!" The drive home passed quickly and Dave was still very excited when he entered the house. His whole family was waiting and congratulated him on the game. Dave had almost forgotten he had seen them in the stands watching; he smiled and thanked them. Roger said, "You set up two beautiful goals and you sure laid out their goon." Carol hit Roger on the shoulder, "Roger, he could have hurt that boy. We didn't see him play again. I hope he's not hurt too bad." Dave looked at his mother, "I hope the asshole never plays again." Carol glared at Dave for his anger and intensity, "That's not very nice; you don't even know him." Dave retorted, "Oh, I know him alright. He's Jennifer's new boyfriend." Carol, Roger, and Julie all looked at Dave in surprise. Beth would have looked surprised as well but she had gone to phone a friend. As his family stared at him, Dave changed the subject, "Dad, the coach asked me to play with the major midgets for the rest of the year. The registration is pretty expensive -- but I was wondering if I could play?" Roger shook his head to clear his thoughts; he looked at Dave and considered the request. Roger knew the cost because he had talked to John's father when John made the team. He wasn't worried about the money as much as Dave abandoning his old team. He finally looked Dave in the eyes and said, "Son, it is your decision -- but I want you to think about it before you decide. Consider the effect on your AAA team. You are their captain and leader. You accepted that responsibility and those players look up to you as well." Dave lowered his head and, for the first time, really thought about his AAA team. They were in first place in their league and Dave knew it was mostly because of him. Dave looked up at his father and replied, "You're right; I better think about it a little more." Dave went to his room and thought about his decision. He jumped from going to the new team to staying with the old team and back several times. After an hour of undecided debate he heard the phone ring. His mother called him and he picked up the receiver and heard John say, "Coming out tonight, dude?" Dave replied, "Sure, can you pick me up?" John replied, "I'm on my way." Dave and John had a great night cruising around town. Dave had run into players from both his AAA team and the major team. Both sets of players pleaded their case for him to play on their respective teams. When John eventually dropped him off, Dave was happily tired and, even with the tough decision he had to make, he was the happiest he had been since the end of the summer. It was certainly wonderful being wanted and respected. He fell asleep still debating which team to play with. In the morning Dave had made his decision. In the end he couldn't abandon his AAA team, so he would finish the year with them. He called the coach of the major team and told him his decision and his reason. The coach appreciated Dave's dedication to his AAA team and said it showed how much of a leader he had become. He asked Dave if he would continue to play fill-in duty for the major team. Dave agreed as along as it didn't conflict with his AAA games and those coaches approved. The next call Dave made was the hardest call he had ever made. He phoned Jennifer. Dave did not really know what would happen on the call or how to go about engaging her; but he knew they had to reach some decision together. After a short discussion with her mother, Heather, Dave heard Jennifer say hello. Dave said, "Hi, Jennifer I wanted to call and talk about what happened on Friday." Jennifer immediately went on the attack, "Did you call to gloat about putting Alex out of hockey for a month? You gave him a grade two concussion." Dave replied, "I didn't call about that; but, you should know, he sure didn't seem to mind breaking his stick over my leg." Dave heard Jennifer sniff at him then he refocused on what he originally called for. He paused for a moment then continued in a soft tone, "Jennifer, I didn't call about him. I called because I'm concerned about you and about us. I'm sorry about what happened Friday, Jennifer. I love you. What have I done to make you suddenly hate me?" Dave heard a long pause on the other end but patiently waited to hear her reply. After what seemed like minutes she started to cry and told Dave the whole story punctuated with tiny sobs, "Oh, Dave, I don't hate you. I do love you; but things have changed, drastically. When I returned from QAI, all my friends had heard Ann's twisted side of what happened. When I tried to convince them that everything she had said was a lie, they said that you clouded my judgment again. Ann convinced all of them that you are somehow evil. That is why I didn't want us to go into Dairy Queen. I was afraid that some ugly thing would happen. A month ago my friends almost disowned me because I wouldn't let them talk bad about you so I finally had to stop defending you or risk losing all my friends." Jennifer started to cry louder, "I love you, Dave -- but you are so far away and I have to live here. I need my friends. I'm sorry, I was going to tell you about dating Alex -- but I just didn't know how." Dave felt a little better as he finally understood what she had gone through. He replied, "I love you too and I kind of know how you feel. It's hard being away from you, too. I guess the best thing to do is break up -- temporarily -- for the winter. That will give you, and me, some breathing room and freedom to live where we find ourselves. If we are both available next summer, then maybe we can get back together. How does that sound?" Jennifer sniffled and she seemed to regain her composure. "That sounds good, Dave. I do love and miss you -- but things are so complicated right now that I need some time -- time without feeling guilty about you. I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later." Dave replied, "I will always love you, Jennifer. You are my best friend and nothing will ever change that. Call me anytime; I want to hear your voice. Goodbye." To be continued .....

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Seven - Old Friends Dave and John both ate large breakfasts. The team was talking excitedly about the coming game. Dave was pleased and surprised how confident the team had grown in just two days. The come-from-behind tie against the Central team had created a whole new atmosphere. Dave just hoped that the coach would not destroy that by pulling him and John from the lineup for entertaining the Asian girls in their hotel room. The coach and his two assistant coaches were the first to finish eating and they quietly left the table without even looking at Dave or John. The players asked Dave and John what they were doing for the morning and Dave replied, "Don't know yet. Probably hanging around our room and relaxing. I don't want to get too hyped-up before we get to the rink." Dave threw his napkin on his plate and said, "I'm finished. I'll see you guys on the bus." As Dave and John were walking down the hall to the coaches' room Dave looked at John with a serious face, "John, do you mind if I do most of the talking?" John approved by nodding, so Dave continued, "If I can, I'm going to present a case to the coach instead of letting him go on the attack. If it comes down to it, I'm going to take the hit for the girls. I'm just the call-up - so I'm not really part of the team. I think the coach will go easier on me than you." John tried to protest but Dave cut him off, "Listen, John, you know my future plans are for golf. I won't let hockey interfere with those plans; but I know you like hockey more than golf, so, if someone is going to get a reputation for breaking the rules, it should be me." John stared open-mouthed at his friend. He knew they were close but he was surprised his best friend would take the blame for both of them, but then again, he considered, he would do the same for Dave. Dave knocked on the coaches' door; he heard feet moving across the carpet then the click of the door handle. Dave led John inside the room. The team manager and the three coaches were sitting waiting for them. With nowhere to sit, the two teens remained standing. The head coach looked at them and asked, "What do you have to say for yourselves?" He was not actually expecting an answer before he began his own speech. Dave, however, replied in an even voice, "I'll start in the beginning. Last fall, when John and I were at the National Junior golf championships in BC, we meet three college girls - we, the five of us, became very good friends. When I found out we made the National Midget Championships, I phoned them and asked them if they could meet us here. John knew nothing about this until they arrived on Thursday. I specifically asked them to stay away during the first part of the week so they wouldn't interfere with our concentration. After we lost our third straight game, I felt they would not be a disruption so I called them and invited them to arrive on Thursday. As you know we had not won a game and were way behind in Thursday's game. "The girls arrived just after Central went up five-nothing. The sight of them re-energized John and me - you know what the result was. The only mistake we made was to not tell them initially to be super-discrete. A few of the players saw them behind the bench on Thursday and, unbeknownst to me, Ken Jackson had been told by one of my fellow golfers in BC about the girls John and I had met. Word and speculation spread quickly through the team. Since then the girls have been very discrete. John and I both denied having any knowledge of them. I haven't heard any comments since yesterday at breakfast; so I hope the other players don't know anything more. I realize we broke several team rules and for that I am very sorry. As I said, John knew nothing of this; so I hope you don't blame him as much as you blame me." The four men looked surprised by the frank and detailed confession. The coach finally stood and said, "Thank you for telling us the truth. We probably know all we need to for now; all of us need a little time to decide what to do. You have put us in a very difficult position, Dave. Please return to your room and we will call you when we are ready to conclude this discussion." John and Dave both nodded understandingly and left the room. Once outside, John said, "Thanks, Dave. What do you think they will do to us?" Dave just shrugged and the two friends walked back to their room; the impending decision options ranged from the extremes of the coaches doing nothing; all the way to the two being sent home immediately with everyone knowing what they had done. As soon as they entered the room, the girls asked what happened. John explained everything Dave had said. Dave stretched out on his bed and listened to John relay the story. When the girls turned to look at Dave, he smiled and said, "Whatever happens, happens. I'm not really worried about it." Lynn and Tina cuddled beside him on the bed while John and Kim settled on his bed. Dave was resting comfortably when the phone rang. He answered it and heard the coach say, "We're ready to see you and John, again." Dave nodded to John and, without saying a word, the two friends walked out of the room. The coach was waiting by himself at his door and let them in. The coach then sat down and began, "Dave, you say this was mostly your idea but that does not excuse John for breaking the rules, too. You have put us in a very bad spot. We discussed three options: suspend both you and John for the rest of the tournament, suspend just you for the rest of the tournament, or allow you both to play the rest of the tournament. I'll be frank with you. We realize that both of you are the main reason we made the Nationals and also the reason we made the crossover game. If we pull either one of you from the game, we would likely be conceding a loss to Central. "I have been around a lot of hockey teams over the years and, frankly, what you have done is relatively common at the junior level - but it is not acceptable at this level and at your age. I'd like to pretend that that winning isn't important and sit you out; but the truth is, the team looks up to you both - and especially you, Dave. If I pull you out of the lineup, the turmoil would destroy the team's chances of winning - and I don't like to lose. We have therefore decided to allow both of you to play today. However, when we get home, we will be setting up appointments with your parents to explain what has happened. We will give you time to explain the situation to them yourselves, but if you don't explain it before the appointment then we will tell them for you." Dave and John were relieved but both maintained their emotions and appeared suitably chastised as they listened to the coach finish. "You are correct when you said you have been discrete. I don't believe the players know about the girls beyond the initial sighting at the rink. The only way we knew was because of the original gossip. After hearing it, we asked the front-desk clerk to keep an eye out for us and he reported that three Asian girls, all dressed alike, left the hotel just after the bus departed and returned before the bus arrived. I will trust you to remain discrete. I'd like to tell you to send the girls home but that is not my decision. You are at least old enough to decide that. It's now ten-thirty. We will be leaving at noon so be ready in the lobby. UNDERSTOOD?" Dave and John both nodded and replied together, "Thanks, Coach." The walk back to their room was brisk. When they entered, they finally released their pent-up emotions and whooped in excitement. The girls were likewise relieved and hugged them tightly. The rest of the morning was spent relaxing and getting focused on the game. Dave debated whether to ask the girls to leave but he was convinced they were his lucky charms. He had golfed the best golf of his life in BC, when they were there to support and distract him and, since they had arrived in Calgary, the hockey team was unbeaten. They had to stay. Dave and John left for the lobby ten minutes early; they wanted to be the first players there. Game preparation was the same as usual but, as the start time neared, Dave noticed a lot of nervous faces. He kept telling the players to stay focused on their responsibilities and the game would go well. John was really nervous and Dave talked quietly to him to relax his nerves. Dave himself was feeling more nervous then he had all week but he was focused and ready. The coach strolled into the dressing room fifteen minutes before game time and went through the team plan. The checking line would start against Central's top line. The coach reminded them not to get caught with more than two men deep in the other team's zone. The checking line was not expected to score but was responsible for keeping the top Central line from scoring. The coach then looked at John, "John, your line is going on second. We need you three to step up the intensity. We need goals from you three." John, Dave, and Rudy nodded understandingly. The coach continued, "The third line needs to contain Central's third line but, if a good scoring chance presents itself, make the best of it. I don't want the defense pinching on the opposing blue-line unless you are one hundred percent positive you can make the play. I don't want any odd-man rushes. Play hard and play physical. Craig, we need a big performance from you, as usual. Stay focused." Dave thought how strange hockey talk was. He thought how a person unfamiliar with hockey would not likely have a clue what pinching was or an odd-man rush. He knew all the players understood that pinching is when the defenseman stays on the opposing team's blue-line instead of dropping back in a defensive position. The defenseman hopes he can stop the breakout and keep the puck inside the opposing zone. An unsuccessful pinch often leads to two or even three opposing players skating past that defenseman and creating an odd-man rush where those two or three players rush down the ice against just the one remaining and outnumbered defenseman. Odd-man rushes (two-on-ones or three-on-ones) lead to the majority of goals in tight checking games. The horn sounded to indicate game time had arrived. The players started to yell in unison to get psyched for the game. Craig led the team onto the ice. This was the first game that Dave's line hadn't started and he found it hard to watch the first shift from the bench. Central came out strong and generated several early scoring chances but Craig played well and held the team in. When John and Dave finally got on the ice they created a great scoring chance but Dave's shot rattled off the post and bounced right to a Central defenseman who iced the puck immediately. After the linesman blew down the play, the puck was dropped to the left of the Central goalie. John won the face-off back to Ken who took a hard slap shot from the point. The goalie kicked the puck out and Rudy got his stick on the rebound but just missed the corner of the net. A central player cleared the puck to centre ice so John's line went to the bench for a shift change. The third line got one scoring chance and gave up one scoring chance which Craig handled easily. The remainder of the first period saw the Central team get many good scoring chances which Craig stopped while the Islanders only generated a few more scoring chances. John's line created all but two of the scoring chances in the first period. Late in the period, Dave noticed the checking line seemed to be getting tired. The constant pressure of controlling Central's top line was taking its toll. In the dressing room between periods, the coach complimented the team's hard work. He patted Craig on the shoulder and told him to keep up the great work. He told them to catch their wind and he would be back in five minutes to talk about the second period. The players munched on thirst-quenching oranges and talked about small battles they were winning on boards. Just before the team was ready to return to the ice, the coach came in again. He looked first at John and said, "John, you guys are starting. I'm going to put your line against Central's top line. Battle hard - watch you don't get caught out of position. The checking line will go on second followed by the third line. Keep working hard, guys. Things will go our way." Dave was happy the coach had noticed the checking line was tiring. He was confident his line could contain the top line but he wasn't sure if they would be able to generate many scoring chances for themselves. Soon, the second period was going as planned. John's line was skilled enough to skate with Central's top line and neither side generated any significant scoring chances. Both the checking line and third line were battling hard and containing their opposition well. John's line was on the ice with only thirty- five seconds left in the period. John made a good pass to Dave who was streaking down the wing. Dave accelerated around the Central defenseman and moved in on the goalie from a side angle. He thought he saw a small opening between the goalies pads and took a hard shot. The goalie closed up the five hole and the puck bounced straight back to Dave. He faked a shot, then circled behind the net and into the far corner. He waited for John and Rudy to drive to the net. Dave moved to the far hash-marks beside the boards and then circled back towards the net. There was a huge crowd of bodies in front so he found the best opening available and shot a hard wrist shot on goal. The puck hit a Central defenseman and ricocheted towards the goalie. The puck hit the goalie who was on his knees in a butterfly position. The puck dropped to the ice in the crease and John shot it, hitting the goalie again. The puck bounced out and Rudy whacked it a third time. The goalie got a piece of the puck but it spun away from him and towards the goal line. The puck just trickled over the line as the goalie grabbed it and pulled it out. The red light behind the net went on; the referee was also in perfect position behind the net and he pointed at the net confirming a goal. Rudy went crazy and charged his team's bench in celebration. The goal was kind of an ugly goal but he jumped onto the boards and all the players huddled around celebrating. There were still ten seconds left on the clock, so John's line stayed on the ice. They killed off the last few seconds and went to the dressing room leading by a single ugly goal after two hard-fought periods. The coach again congratulated them and re-emphasized the need to stay focused. He left the dressing room to allow the players to get some rest. Again, just before the Zamboni was finished with the ice, he returned, "Okay, guys, that's two great periods - but this game is sixty minutes long, not forty. We need twenty more solid minutes. John's line will start. Everyone continue doing what you have been doing. Don't just try to protect the lead or we will be in big trouble. Work hard and stick to the plan. Dave and John, if Central try to put their better players on different lines, I may call on you to do some extra shifts. Are you up for it?" Both Dave and John nodded that they were. The Islanders battled hard in the third and, with only one minute left, the score of one-nothing was still holding. Craig was playing phenomenal in nets and was controlling his rebounds wonderfully. Central called time-out with one minute and seven seconds left on the clock and with a face-off in the Central end. The Islanders coach called his players to the bench. John's line was on the ice near the end of their shift. The coach looked at John, Dave, and Rudy, "You three catch your breath; you're staying on. I want only one man deep in the Central zone and I want him to single-handedly pressure the puck as much as possible. Who wants that job?" Dave immediately raised his hand, so the coach pointed at him and continued, "As soon as you take the draw, John, I want you and Rudy ready to drop back and help with the defense. Ken, I want you on the ice with Jack. If the Central team makes it out of their zone, I want you four to stand them up at the center-ice line. I don't want them to penetrate without feeling a body hit them first. Craig, if they dump it in, I want you to pick a safe line up the boards and clear it to centre-ice. If you don't see a clear shot, then move the puck to the safer corner and hustle back to your net. Okay, let's go." Just before the players skated back to their positions, Dave yelled, "One more minute, guys. Let's give everything we have for one more minute. Dig deep, real deep." The Islanders seemed to have caught their second wind and exuberantly lined up for the face off to the right of the Central goal. When the puck was dropped, John pushed it to Dave along the boards and backed out to the blue-line. Dave forced the puck into the corner then quickly took control of it. He avoided player after player, keeping the puck deep in the Central end. Finally a Central defenseman got enough of a check on Dave to pin him against the boards. Dave battled for position and managed to keep the puck between one of his feet and the boards. The Central players hit and pushed him, but they couldn't dig the puck free. The referee finally decided there wasn't enough puck movement and blew down the play for a face-off. Dave looked at the clock. He was exhausted from the short battle and was very surprised that only twenty seconds had ticked away. It had felt like at least two minutes. Dave was bent over with his stick across his knees waiting for the linesman to get all the players ready for the face-off. The face-off was moved outside the blue-line because Dave was the player that had caused the whistle by freezing the puck against the boards. Just as the linesman was about to drop the puck, Dave skated over to him and called his team's only time-out. When the players returned to the bench, the coach complimented Dave on his game awareness, "Great work along the boards. Good decision to call time out. Do you want to continue to be the deep man?" Dave had stepped inside the bench and was sitting down catching his breath. Dave gasped, "Definitely!" The coach replied, "Good, just get some rest. Okay, same plan." When the horn sounded to indicate the end of the thirty-second timeout, Dave lumbered off the bench. The two teams lined up and John won the face-off cleanly back to Ken who slapped the puck into the Central zone. Dave was in like a shot and checked the Central defenseman off the puck. He took control of the puck and started stick handling around behind the net, moving back and forth to kill time again. The other Central defenseman finally pinned him against the boards and, this time, a Central forward extracted the puck from between Dave's skates and started a breakout. Dave forced himself clear of the defenseman and started to chase the puck carrier. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Central goalie skating to the bench to allow an extra attacker to come on ice. Dave watched the forward with the puck shoot it into the Islanders' zone just before John nailed the Central player, putting him flat on his back. Dave watched from a distance as Craig controlled the puck; Craig looked for an opening to clear - but, in the end, he just pushed the puck into the corner Ken and Rudy were skating towards. Ken, Rudy, and three Central players began battling for the puck in the corner. A central player gained control and passed the puck to one of his defenseman. Dave had skated inside his blue-line and taken a position to watch the other Central defenseman. John skated towards the defenseman with the puck who passed it to the extra attacker skating through the middle, towards the net. The extra attacker took the pass and rocketed a shot for the top corner on Craig's blocker side. Craig just got a piece of the puck and redirected it into the corner. Jack was the first one to the corner and he shot the puck off the glass. The Central defenseman jumped up and knocked the puck down, keeping it in the Islanders' zone; but Dave quickly took control of it and, again, flipped the puck off the glass. Dave raced past the Central player and picked up the puck at center ice. He looked up and saw the empty net but two Central players had gotten back in position and he did not have a clear shot on goal. He quickly thought about going for a goal anyway but instead flipped the puck gently into the Central zone then raced after it. He was only a few feet from the puck when he noticed the crowd yelling a count-down, "Ten... Nine.." Dave was the first player to the puck and he quickly pinned it against the boards. He felt a player thump into him as he heard, "Four...Three...Two...One." The horn sounded and Dave jumped in celebration. He quickly bent over, picked up the winning puck, and raced to the other end where his teammates were doggy- piling their goaltender. When Dave reached the pile, John was already in the middle, so he just threw his gloves in the air and piled on. The coaches were soon pulling players from the pile and hugging them. When the coach hugged Dave, Dave whispered, "Thanks for letting me play today, Coach. I promise I will do my best to make you proud tomorrow, too." The coach replied, "I know you will, Dave. You're a very mature young man and a true leader. These players will do anything for you." The Islanders lined up, shook hands with the Central team, and then went back to their dressing room to celebrate in private. The players shook each other's hands and all took time to congratulate Craig. Craig was feeling incredibly proud. When Dave walked up to Craig he said, "One more game, Craig. We need one more. Enjoy this victory -- but let's start getting focused on tomorrow." Craig nodded agreement. Dave was interrupted by the coach who called for attention. He yelled out, "Fabulous game, guys. You played your hearts out but we need one more huge effort. We didn't come all this way to be a bridesmaid. Enjoy this victory for a little longer but, after we eat supper, I want every player's mind on tomorrow's game. It doesn't matter whether we play the Pacific team or the Quebec team - it's going to be another tough battle." After the coach finished Dave sat down and, for the first time since the game ended, he realized how tired he was. The adrenaline from winning was starting to fade and Dave leaned back against the wall and through a towel over his head. He rested for several minutes before he felt strong enough to even remove his gear. He slowly removed all his equipment and quietly wondered if he had enough energy to then get in the shower. Just as he dragged himself erect with his flip-flops on his feet, a towel in one hand, and his 'poo', dressing room slang for shampoo, in the other hand, he heard the team manager yell for silence. Dave looked around and was surprised to see half of the team was almost fully dressed in their street clothes. Once all the players were quiet, the manager explained, "We are going to leave the dressing room together and go to the meeting room where we got our accreditation last week. TSN is going to be broadcasting the game tomorrow and they want individual pictures of all the players. They have also asked that all the players make themselves available for interviews." He then walked over to Dave and whispered, "I know you're tired, Dave, but try to move it along. We need to get through these pictures and interviews and get back to the hotel for a team meal." Dave nodded understandingly and tried to move quicker. He knew the hot water pounding his body would feel good and the steamy air would help his dried airways. The hot shower felt invigorating and Dave cleaned up as quickly as possible. There were only three players still in the shower when he entered. John and Craig were two of them. When Dave exited, last, he turned off the water and quickly dried himself. He was feeling better and better by the minute. He dressed quickly, brushed his hair, and nodded his readiness to the manager who was waiting for him. Craig led the team out of the dressing room. There was a large crowd waiting outside. Fans, scouts, and media personnel tried to get the players attention but they stayed in line. Dave spotted Ann down the hall and motioned for her to walk beside him. He was pleasantly surprised to see her beautiful face. She wore a nice amount of makeup; her eyes looked inviting. She was dressed in a very sexy red skirt with a soft rose blouse. The colours looked perfect on her and his heart made a little sputter as he remembered the good times they had had the previous summer. Dave whispered, "Hi, Ann, I'm sorry, but we have to go get our pictures taken for TSN and then do some interviews. I don't know how long it's going to take." Ann looked disappointed but shyly replied, "I don't mind waiting, if you don't mind me waiting for you." Dave took her hand and squeezed it briefly, "I'd like that." Ann smiled contentedly as Dave walked through the door to the meeting room. TSN was all setup and ready; they quickly and efficiently took all the pictures then split the players into four groups for personal interviews. The interviews consisted of a TSN staff member asking the players basic information, then typing it into a computer. Dave was in a line waiting for an interview when a familiar face walked up to him and said, "Hi, Dave, nice to see you again. You look much better than the last time we spoke." Dave smiled at Farhan Lalji, a TSN reporter, "Yes, last time I was in the hospital and in a lot of pain. I barely remember the details." Farhan nodded and asked, "Do you mind if I do your interview?" Dave said he would enjoy having Farhan interview him and followed Farhan to a separate meeting room. As soon as Dave walked through the doors, he surmised the interview must have been pre-planned because there were two comfortable looking chairs setup facing each other with two cameras - one facing each chair. Dave just smiled at Farhan and followed him to the chairs. As soon as Dave sat down, several bright lights were turned on and he briefly sheltered his eyes from the light. His eyes adjusted quickly and a makeup person walked in and touched up Farhan's face. She then turned to Dave and asked, "Would you like to be touched up a little?" Dave nodded approval. It felt very strange to have makeup on his face and he wondered if it would be noticeable on the camera. After a few minutes, she smiled at Dave and whispered, "You are very handsome. You'll look wonderful." Farhan told Dave he would ask him about his rehabilitation and then about his hockey year. He would further ask him about his expectations for the following game. He would wrap up the interview asking him whether he planned a future in hockey or in golf - then he would ask him to say hello to his family and friends. Farhan always liked to add the personal touch of a hello to friends far away. The cameras focused in on Farhan and, after he received a cue from his producer, he started the interview. The interview began with a brief talk about Dave's incident in BC and the injuries he had suffered; then Dave explained that he had a physiotherapist and a personal trainer who had helped him recover in a relatively short time. He mentioned both their names and Farhan was impressed as he knew who both were. The interview touched on his play with the AAA team and then playing in the Atlantic Championship. Farhan asked how Dave thought the Islanders would do tomorrow and Dave replied, "We'll play our hardest. We have a good team and our coach has stressed the team concept. Whoever we play will be tough, so we'll see what happens." Dave was slightly surprised when Farhan asked him if he was proud of his top scorer award for the tournament. Dave thought about all the interviews he had ever seen professional hockey and baseball players make and immediately replied, "I'm very proud of the award but this is a team game. The whole team is playing very well. Our goalie, Craig is definitely the real star of this team." Farhan chuckled and replied, "I see you haven't lost your modesty since last fall; Craig is a great goaltender but it seems very obvious that you are the leader of this team and they look to you to set the tone of the game." The interview continued for another minute before Farhan asked the key question, "So, last fall you were very close to winning the National Junior golf title at fifteen years old; this spring at sixteen you are leading your midget team into the final game of the National Championships in hockey. Do you hope to pursue a future in either sport and, if so, which one?" Dave smiled at the camera and replied thoughtfully, "I love to play hockey. The team game is so different than the individual sport of golf but my true love is definitely golf. I hope to get a golf scholarship to a US college; but if that doesn't work out, I would be happy to take a hockey scholarship. Hopefully somewhere I could play golf as well." Farhan nodded, "Sounds like you have thought a lot about this. I wish you good luck for your future. Is there anyone you would like to say hello to?" Dave again smiled intensely at the camera and said, "I would like to say hello to Mom and Dad, Julie, and Beth. I would also like to say hello to Jennifer." Dave paused and at the last minute he added, "and to Katherine." Dave was happy he had added Katherine as he really cared for her. Farhan did his usual sign off, then the producer motioned to stop taping. Farhan thanked Dave for his time and wished him well in the final game the next day. Dave thanked Farhan and all the staff, then walked out to the main meeting room to join his friends. The players were all waiting for him as they had finished their interviews. Craig walked up to Dave and rubbed some makeup off his cheek. "You look very pretty, Dave." The whole team burst out laughing at Craig's joke. Dave turned red in embarrassment but then laughed with his friends. He followed them out of the room as several more players made other teasing remarks. Dave thought how almost nothing was off-limits within a team environment. When they reached the main hall, Dave saw Ann waiting patiently. He walked up to her and hugged her tenderly. He had no sooner put his arms around her when the whole team started teasing him again. He just looked at them and said, "You're all just jealous." Dave looked Ann in the eyes and asked, "How have you been?" The two looked into each other's eyes and formed a tiny universe of their own, ignoring the comments that were tossed their way. She replied. "Not too bad for all that's happened. I had a little easier time making friends here than I did in Charlestown. Alberta has more transient people because of the always-changing oil business. School is okay, but I miss Jennifer." She held Dave's hand, "I really missed you too; but I eventually realized I would probably never be with you again, so I've tried to forget about you - it hasn't worked. I know I apologized last fall but I wanted to say again, I'm truly sorry for everything I did." Dave squeezed her hand, "Last fall, I was very angry and I didn't think I could ever forgive you but now I realize that we all make mistakes. I forgive you." While Dave was talking to Ann, the rest of the team had left the building and gotten onto the bus. The team manager walked up to Dave and said, "The bus is leaving for the hotel. Our supper is waiting for us, so we have to leave." Dave looked at the manager and replied with an introduction, "This is Ann Kopsas. She was my girlfriend on QAI last summer. Her family has moved to Calgary. We were just catching up." Ann looked at the manager and asked, "I have my car with me, do you mind if I drive Dave to the hotel, so we can talk a little longer?" The manager looked suspicious then reconsidered, "Okay, but Dave, I want you there right away. The team should eat together." Dave nodded understandingly and followed Ann out of the building. Their car- talk was very casual and when, Ann dropped Dave off at the hotel, he simply asked her, "Are you coming to the game tomorrow?" She smiled, "Wild horses couldn't keep me away." He kissed her on the cheek, headed for the door, then paused and asked, "See you after the game tomorrow?" She nodded then replied, "See you tomorrow." Her low voice gave Dave a tiny tingle. Dave walked into the hotel and found the team seated and ready to eat. He took a chair beside John and the abuse began flying from all directions. Even the coaches joined in teasing Dave about his pretty girlfriend and special driver. Dave ate a large supper then pushed back from the table. He was ready - for the game the next day and any possible games that night.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, and only as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Eight - Lucky in Hockey - Lucky in Love After most of the team had finished eating, the head coach stood and informed the players that the entire team was required to attend the evening crossover game between Quebec and Pacific. The bus was scheduled to leave thirty minutes after the meal. John and Dave went to their room to let the girls know. As soon as they entered the room, both were affectionately attacked by a sea of green. The triplets wanted to celebrate the victory but Dave and John had to put them off until after they returned from the rink. All three girls explained how proud they were of both John and Dave. Lynn finally asked, "Did you see Ann?" Dave explained about having to go for pictures and then his interview with Farhan the sportscaster. He explained how Ann had waited for him and then drove him back to the hotel, so they could talk some more. He thanked Lynn for pushing him to call her. Lynn smiled and replied, "I know if you were mad at me, it would tear me apart. I feel for Ann and I'm happy you patched things up." Lynn kissed Dave tenderly and he was surprised that she would be so concerned for someone she didn't even know; his opinion of her as a person ratcheted up a notch. Dave and John mentioned they had to phone home to let their parents know how they did. John phoned first and Dave could hear his dad congratulating him. Dave went next. His mother was working but his dad was very pleased to hear the news. He said he would be watching the game on TSN the next day. Dave and John chatted with the girls until it was time to meet the bus. The coach talked to the team on the bus and told them the time for celebrating the victory over Central was finished. It was now time to concentrate on the final; the game they would watch could give them valuable clues on how to play whichever team they would face. The team sat together and watched the crossover game. It was a very physical, low-scoring game. At the end of three periods, the score was tied and the Islanders secretly hoped that it would take five overtime periods to decide a winner. The more tired their eventual opponent, the better. The coach stood up and informed the players that the team was not staying for the overtime. He told them that they needed a good rest before the one o'clock game tomorrow. Dave and John were happy to be going home to the triplets and their special form of preparation for the game. As soon as they entered their room, they were passionately attacked by the three girls wearing matching pink teddies. Dave was quickly stripped and soon found himself driving into Lynn from behind while she licked and sucked Tina to a wonderful orgasm. Dave marveled at the view of these two beautiful girls making love and he thought how lucky he was that he had pushed John into them in BC the previous summer. As Dave thrust into Lynn, he glanced over at John who was happily servicing Kim in the missionary position on the next bed. Kim glanced at Dave and she winked at him between her gasps of excitement. Dave thought, "Life is good. Life is very good." Dave could feel Lynn's steamy pussy contracting as she climaxed. Her driving hips were sending Dave over the edge as he felt his rocket fill with fuel then explode into Lynn's tight love-hole. After he had emptied all his seed into Lynn he lay down beside Tina and kissed her tenderly. Lynn soon cuddled into the two lovers and they rested for several minutes. Tina finally confessed, "Dave, would you help me with a fantasy of mine?" Dave didn't hesitate and replied, "Sure, I would do anything for you." Tina looked a little tentative and Dave was suddenly a little nervous himself. He asked again, "What is your fantasy, Tina?" She wouldn't look him in the eyes but she whispered, "I've always dreamed of making love to two men at one time." Dave's first image was of him and John in bed together and he was getting more nervous by the second. He asked, "Exactly what did you have in mind?" Tina finished, "I've dreamed of being loved and caressed by two men and eventually having both of my holes filled at one time." Dave considered how sweet Tina was and then thought about fucking her while John filled her other orifice. He was surprised to feel a sudden excitement and need to satisfy her as she had satisfied him for the last few days. He smiled at her, "I think we can arrange something. I'll have to check with John first." He looked over at John who was now also resting with Kim in his arms. Dave stood up and said to John, "Can I speak to you in the bathroom for a minute?" John looked puzzled but slipped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Dave looked at Lynn and asked, "Will you get in bed with Kim so Tina is alone in this bed?" Dave watched as Lynn's tiny naked body jumped up and cuddled into Kim in the other bed. Tina was left lying on the bed alone. She was still wearing her teddy as Lynn had merely moved the crotch aside rather than remove the entire garment. Dave winked at her as he followed John into the bathroom. He closed the door and spoke with his friend. John was also a little apprehensive at first but Dave explained that they didn't have to do anything to each other and could still fulfill Tina's fantasy. The two friends discussed strategy and finalized a game plan. Dave chuckled to himself as he compared this little session to dressing room plans. They exited the bathroom confident and excited. Tina noticed their two swaying shafts - both were pointing straight out. She was very nervous but excited. John moved to the closest side of the bed and began kissing and fondling Tina's quivering body. Dave walked between the two beds and turned to Lynn and whispered, "Do you have any lubricant or KY jelly?" Lynn smiled immediately and went to one of her bags. She pulled out a tube of lubricant and handed it to Dave. Dave placed it on the nightstand between the two beds then looked down at John and Tina. John had removed Tina's top and was sucking and licking her nipples. Dave moved to Tina's feet and began kissing and licking up her legs. As he slowly licked and kissed his way north, he heard excited gasps from Tina - the double team seemed to be having the desired effect. He kissed her thighs as she thrust her hips to meet his face. He removed her panties. She was definitely enjoying the attention and Dave sensed an impending orgasm. He didn't want to miss the ride so he moved his mouth to her nether lips and started tracing circles around her soft tangy flesh. Her juices were oozing from her slit. Dave felt her fingers grab his hair as she thrust her hips to meet his teasing tongue. Dave briefly thought how he and John were now shadowing Tina but the major difference from hockey was they wanted to score - it wasn't a defensive move. Dave could see John's hands caressing and tracing imaginary lines all over Tina's body as he sucked and nibbled her nipples. Tina was going crazy and Dave sensed her climax quickly approaching, so he started to suck on her clit as he slid two fingers into her hot wet love hole. Dave's added stimulation sent her over the edge as she bucked and thrashed through an earth-shaking orgasm. Dave and John were both surprised by the strength of the relatively small girl and they had to concentrate hard on what they were doing to maximize the effect for her. Tina rode through her orgasm and eventually settled back on the bed with a worn but happy look. She kind of giggled as she said, "That was wonderful. Now, I want to feel both of you inside me." She gently pulled John up so his rock hard shaft was bobbing over her face. Dave moved up between her legs and watched as she sucked John into her mouth. Dave guided his rock hard cock into her wet quim. He noticed her gasp as he entered her. He moved farther up until he was fully seated then he began thrusting gently. He immediately noticed a change in her facial expression and he increased his pace steadily. John appeared to be enjoying the attention of Tina's tongue but Tina soon pulled him out of her mouth and gasped, "I need you both in me down there, right now. Please fill both of my holes." As planned, John stood back and Dave pulled Tina up into his arms. He rolled onto his back and shuffled his body to the side until he was in the middle of the bed with Tina happily impaled on his girth on top of him. Dave continued to gently thrust in and out of her as he looked over at John who walked around the bed and picked up the lubricant. Dave looked at Kim and Lynn; they were sitting sideways on the other bed fingering and caressing each other as they watched the show. After John lubed up his shaft, he moved behind Tina. He put some lube on his fingers and gently rubbed the lube into her sphincter. Dave could feel a little movement down there but continued to gently thrust into Tina as her face first showed surprise and then pure lust. After working lots of lube into Tina's tight asshole, John moved the head of his dick to her rosebud and whispered, "Are you ready?" Tina nodded, so John gently started to push forward. Dave had stopped his thrusting motion waiting for John to penetrate. John pushed gently and slowly until he felt his crown slip inside. Tina gasped, so John stopped to allow her to adjust then gently pushed deeper and deeper. Dave could feel additional pressure on the underside of his dick. He remained motionless - waiting until he could feel John moving in and out. When John was fully seated he asked, "Are you okay?" Tina again nodded. Dave could see what John couldn't and that was how Tina's face showed her excitement and nervousness. The nervousness quickly faded as John began to pull out. When he pushed back into her she closed her eyes and moaned contentedly. Dave knew he was okay to start thrusting as well. When he did, Tina's eyes popped open and her breathing got shorter and more strained as her lust overtook her. John and Dave worked together to get a steady rhythm going and Tina's moans became steadily louder and louder as both of her holes were filled with hot pistoning man-meat. Dave enjoyed watching her facial expressions and was surprised how strangely exciting it felt to feel the additional movement and pressure of John fucking Tina's ass. Dave could feel his orgasm building and he increased his thrusting motion. John must have been peaking as well because his motions increased to match Dave's. Tina was crying out in ecstasy as Dave felt his balls fill up and his sperm shoot up his shaft into her hot box. Dave thrust several more times to drive his sperm as deep as possible into her hot hole. Just after Dave's motions started to slow John also came, driving his seed deep into Tina's ass. Tina's orgasm raged through her body as John filled her rear entrance with hot juices. She collapsed on top of Dave and everything went black. John withdrew his withering pole and lay on the bed beside Dave. Tina's sweaty but peaceful face was turned in his direction and he looked at the happy satisfied look on her face. John rested for a few minutes then went into the bathroom and cleaned up. When he returned, Lynn had taken his place beside Tina so he climbed in bed with Kim. The five lovers drifted off into a very content and peaceful sleep. The ringing alarm clock woke Dave and he turned it off and looked at the time - eight-thirty. Breakfast was at nine o'clock and the bus was leaving at eleven. Dave went in the bathroom and cleaned up. He was pulling on his clothes when John lumbered out of bed and went to the washroom. Dave sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Kim who was staring right at him. She whispered, "Thank you for fulfilling Tina's fantasy. I would love to feel both of you inside me as well, but I don't want to make John jealous." Dave nodded and thought how he wouldn't be real crazy about having John fill Lynn up either, but for some reason Tina was different. He really cared for Tina but Lynn's confession had made her closer. He started to wonder how the various women in his life could bear to share him. Jennifer and Ann had done it. Jennifer had shared him with his sister, Julie as well. He was wondering if he was too insecure to share his women when Kim broke his reverie. She asked, "Are you okay?" Dave shook his head and smiled at her, "Okay, how could I ever be happier? I am about to play for the national championship with my best friend. We have our beautiful Asian dolls taking care of all our needs. It couldn't get much better." Kim blushed when she heard Dave call her a beautiful Asian doll. She was about to respond when John strolled out of the bathroom and walked over to her. He kissed her tenderly before getting dressed for breakfast. Dave and John chatted as they walked down to breakfast. Most of the team was there and Ken told them that Pacific had won but it had taken two full overtime periods to decide the winner. He further elaborated that, by the time the winning team had their pictures and interviews done, it had been almost one o'clock. None of the players said anything but all hoped the late night and long tough game had tired the Pacific team and give them an edge. Dave and John ate a moderate-sized breakfast before walking back to the room. The triplets were still pleasantly naked and they cuddled to John and Dave. Dave enjoyed the feel of his two naked Asians and he lay in bed half-thinking about the game and half-thinking about the girls. After an hour Lynn finally rolled over and lay on top of Dave. She whispered, "We are going to pack all our clothes and things into the car before we go to the game. We won't be here when you return form the rink. We all have to work tomorrow so we can't stay tonight." Dave saw a tear form in the corner of her eye. He kissed her tenderly. She continued, "I have a hard time saying goodbyes - so you probably won't see me again after you leave for the rink. I had a wonderful week. Thank you for being so sweet. Maybe we will come to visit QAI sometime - but it probably won't be this year. We all have summer courses and are working full-time over the summer as well. I hope you will keep in touch with me." Dave smiled up at her beautiful face and replied, "I promise I'll write. I'll really miss you but I will always remember my lucky charm - you seem to bring the best out in me." Dave hugged her and they held each other tightly. Dave glanced over at the clock - it was getting close to departure time. Tina had nuzzled close to him and she said, "Thank you for last night. It was wonderful. I knew you and John would be gentle with me. I can't believe I passed out - I never felt so full of love before." Dave moved an arm around her and pulled her close. "I was happy I could make you as happy as you have made me feel this week. I will miss you very much but I look forward to our next meeting." He kissed Tina tenderly. Tina then got up and climbed in bed with John and Kim. Dave could hear whispering but he was too busy staring into Lynn's beautiful eyes to pay close attention to their words. Tears were starting to form pools so Dave kissed Lynn's eyes and then said, "I love you, in a very special way." Lynn was surprised by his words. She kissed him passionately then replied, "I have fallen deeply in love with you too. I know we will probably never be together as a couple but I will never forget you, never." Dave nodded agreement and pulled her as close as he could. He looked at the clock then whispered, "I have to go." Lynn nodded but didn't move. He sat up and Lynn remained in his lap with her arms around his neck. He stood up and she was still hanging onto his neck. He was surprised how easy it was to hold her up. He took her in his arms and said, "Wish me luck." They kissed passionately before Dave turned to the bed and lay her down. He changed into his dress clothes for the rink. John had pulled himself from Tina and Kim and was also pulling on dress clothes. After he was dressed, Dave walked to Tina and hugged her tightly, "Goodbye and please look after Lynn for me." Tina smiled, "We always look after each other." Dave then kissed Kim on the cheek and said goodbye. Dave turned to Lynn who jumped into his arms. Tears were running down her cheeks. Dave could hear John saying his goodbyes. Lynn cried, "I'll miss you." Dave replied, "I'll miss you too, but you will always occupy a special place in my heart." He kissed her passionately and had to force himself to walk to the door. He waited for John at the door and just before they were about to leave, they both turned and looked at their Asian triplets sitting on John's bed, beautifully naked. In unison Dave and John said, "Goodbye." then turned and went out the door. John and Dave were both quiet on bus ride to the rink. They were deep in thought about the girls. Once they reached the rink their minds quickly changed back to the hockey. Dave was incredibly psyched and he felt a huge game coming. All the players seemed nervous except Dave and John who had been pleasantly distracted enough that game-time nerves had not kicked in. Dave made his way around the dressing room giving each player a pep talk. He wanted to hit the Pacific players hard and early. His enthusiasm was quickly infecting his teammates and by the time game time arrived, the whole team was looking to him to lead them. The coach came in and gave a brief speech. John's line was starting and Dave winked at John - they were ready. The first shift was a blur as Dave took instant control of the game. John won the draw back to Ken who made a quick pass to Dave who was streaking up the wing. Dave hit the blueline in full flight and blew past the defenseman leaving the Pacific player standing still like a pylon. Dave cut hard to the net and deeked the goalie soundly before flipping the puck into an open net. He then sprinted to the bench and celebrated with his team. He yelled, "That's just the start. Let's keep it going - sixty minutes." The Pacific team battled as hard as it could, but, today, they were no match for the enthusiastic Islanders. The Islanders beat the Pacific team to most of the pucks and hit them hard if they didn't. Dave was a one-man team as he scored four goals and set up two more. When the final horn sounded the Islanders had won nine-nothing. Dave and his teammates doggy-piled Craig who had a relatively easy game having faced only fifteen shots which he had handled with aplomb. After the teams shook hands, they lined up on the blue-line. Dave had completely forgotten that the game was being televised nationally until he saw the camera crews come on the ice for the presentation. The two teams were presented with medals then the tournament chairman announced the MVP for the tournament and, to no-one's surprise, except perhaps Dave himself, Dave was given the MVP trophy. Dave held it up for a brief second for a tournament picture, then tucked it under his arm and went back to celebrate with his team - the team trophy was most important in this sport. Ken Jackson, the team captain, was called to centre ice to accept the Air Canada Cup. He hoisted it above his head and skated back to his team on the blue-line. The Islanders skated around the ice passing the Championship trophy around. Dave was happy they had won. It had been a memorable week. As the team passed their bench, the team manager motioned to Dave. Dave skated over to him. The manger told Dave that a TSN reporter wanted an interview and had asked Dave to join Farhan at centre ice. Dave watched as most of his team skated off the ice. He skated over to Farhan who placed a microphone in front of him. Farhan motioned for the camera crew to start taping. He looked at Dave and asked, "Dave, you looked totally inspired on the ice today. How do you feel about scoring four goals and adding two assists?" Dave smiled at the camera, "I'm just pleased we won. The team battled through some tough games early in the week and we didn't really catch our stride until Thursday; but all the guys dug deep and we played solid as a team." Farhan asked, "What was the turning point." Dave immediately thought, "Three gorgeous, horny Asian lovelies." but instead replied, "We played hard early in the week but couldn't get any breaks. On Thursday against Central we got a good break on a goal and from there the team just pulled together and gave one hundred and ten percent. It was a team effort." Dave snickered to himself thinking that TSN would ban him for life if he explained the real inspiration. Farhan asked one last question, "I know you want to go celebrate with your team so I'll only ask one more question. You said yesterday that your true love is golf; can this Championship replace the one you lost last year?" Dave smiled and again looked at the camera, "This is totally different from the golf title. This is the greatest feeling I have ever felt. I will cherish this day forever. We'll see what happens with golf this summer - I'm still junior age. Can I say some hellos?" Farhan nodded so Dave added, "Hi Mom and Dad, Julie and Beth. Hi Jennifer. Hi Katherine." Farhan finished, "Back upstairs to you, Dan." Dave shook Farhan's hand and said, "Thank you." Farhan nodded but Dave was already flying across the ice to the dressing room - he wanted to celebrate with his team. The team was all inside the dressing room. Dave was trotting down the alleyway when three Asian girls in matching yellow outfits jumped in front of him. He quickly hugged Lynn and Tina. Lynn gasped, "Forget what we said earlier about no more goodbyes. I had to congratulate you on a spectacular game before we left. I'm so proud of you - you were incredible." Tina and Kim conveyed similar sentiments before they all kissed him goodbye. Dave said, "Goodbye and drive careful." The girls nodded as Tina put her arm around a visually upset Lynn and they walked through the crowd out of sight. Several reporters were trying to get interviews with Dave but he asked if they would wait until after he came out of the dressing room - he was missing the celebrations. Just before he entered the dressing room he saw Ann standing near the back with another girl. Dave walked over to her, "How are you?" Ann cheerfully replied, "I see you are as good at hockey as you are at golf." Dave just shrugged modestly. She continued, "This is my friend Carolyn. We just wanted to congratulate you before I left." Dave hugged her tenderly, "Would you like to go to a show or something, tonight?" Ann's face lit up and she replied, "I'd love to. What time can I pick you up?" Dave replied, "How about six o'clock?" Ann nodded agreement. Dave concluded, "See you later. I have to get in the dressing room with the team." Dave turned and walked into the dressing room. He was immediately soaked in champagne. John quickly handed him a fresh bottle. Dave opened it, covered the opening with his thumb, shook it, and went around the dressing room soaking all the players. He gave Craig an especially good soaking and said, "Awesome week, Craig. We couldn't have done it without you." Craig looked at Dave and replied, "That goes double for you too. Helluva week, dude." The wet-spray celebration continued for about fifteen minutes; finally the coach stood on a bench and called for attention, "Guys, I'm really, really proud of you all. You played your best hockey when you had to and showed the whole country that QAI is not too small to win a national championship. The champagne is a special treat for winning. This absolutely does not mean I condone drinking in any way. In fact, except for this champagne, I don't want any of you drinking any alcohol before we leave. We are champions - let's make sure we act like it." The players all cheered. The celebrations eventually slowed down and players made their way to the showers. Dave was again one of the last players out. The water felt so refreshing he wanted to stay under it forever. When he finally emerged from the showers, only four players were left in the dressing room. John was just leaving, he shook Dave's hand and said, "You were amazing out there today, Dave. I had to skate my hardest to keep up and the minute I was open you put the puck on my stick. Amazing. It was fun to play with you." Dave hugged his friend, "You and I make a great team John. I'm glad we were here together." Then he winked, "And the girls were a lot of fun, too." John chuckled and replied, "Definitely!" as he walked out of the dressing room. The manager walked in when John left and said, "Dave, there are about eight scouts outside who want to talk to you. The coaches and I have been keeping them at bay all week but there's no refusing them now. I have gotten a meeting room for you upstairs. Several of the other players are meeting various scouts, too - we arranged for the team host to take you back to the hotel after the meetings." Dave nodded understandingly. He dressed quickly because he wanted to make sure he could make his date with Ann. That was a funny thought - a date with Ann. When Dave walked out of the dressing room there were several reporters and many fans waiting for him. Dave was surprised to see all the pretty girls looking for autographs. He signed all the autographs -- then spoke to the reporters. One was from the local newspaper and said he had been asked to write a special article for the Guardian back in Edwardton. Dave spent extra time with that reporter before his team manager finally pulled him from the crowd. The manager was ushering Dave towards the meeting room when they passed through twenty young kids. The manager tried to keep Dave moving but Dave stopped and started signing autographs. The manager looked a little frazzled but Dave whispered, "I'll catch up with you, if you want, but I'm not leaving till I sign all these kids' books." Dave chatted with the kids and made jokes with them. After about ten minutes, he followed the manager down the hall. Dave noticed Farhan had been watching him and, as he walked past him, Farhan said, "You're the real deal, Dave. Don't lose sight of who are right now. You're a noble young man." Dave nodded but kept going. He wasn't trying to be noble; he was just trying to treat those kids the way he hoped he would be treated. The interviews with scouts were interesting but almost half were with Major Junior teams. Dave knew there was a potential conflict if he signed with one of these teams. He wasn't sure of the details but he had been told that playing a single game with a Major Junior team could somehow destroy his eligibility to attend universities in the US. That was obviously a problem if he were going to play golf there. But he cordially took all the information. Three of the scouts were from US colleges: North Dakota, University of Minnesota, and another college Dave wasn't familiar with. Dave took all the information and thanked them for their time. It was five-thirty when Dave finally walked out of the meeting room. He was happily tired. The team host walked over to him, "That was one hell of an exhibition you put on today. The scouts are squawking like crazy. I have never heard so many comparisons to Wayne Gretzky before." Dave looked around, "Is everyone else gone?" After the host nodded, Dave walked beside him and said, "Wait till they find out I don't plan on playing much hockey next year. This was great fun but golf is my true love and as soon as I get home that's all I plan to do - play golf." The host just shook his head, "You have a lot of talent, Dave. Don't give up on hockey too quickly." Dave just grinned. When the host dropped Dave off at the hotel, he put out his hand. Dave shook it and the host said, "It was a true pleasure meeting you. If I don't see you again before you leave, have a good trip and good luck with your golf. If you make the NHL and are playing against Calgary, I'll call you for some tickets." Dave nodded, "Thank you, but don't hold your breath for the tickets. I don't think the NHL is for me but if I do ever make it, I will definitely get you tickets." Dave looked at his watch and - seeing five forty-five - he quickly rushed to the head coach's room. The coach answered the door and escorted Dave inside. Before Dave had a chance to speak, the coach said, "Dave, you are the best damn hockey player I ever coached. You said you would come through and you did. That was an unbelievable game today and the one yesterday was just as incredible. I'm glad we decided to let you play but we are still going to be booking those appointments with your parents." Dave nodded, "That's okay, coach; but I came here to ask you something. My ex- girlfriend that you saw me with yesterday wants to go to show tonight. Is it okay?" The coach looked skeptical but finally said, "Okay, but remember to be discrete." Dave smiled, "I will coach. Thanks." Dave shook the coach's hand before he left the room. Once in the hallway, he bolted for his room. When he entered, John was resting on the bed. John looked at Dave, "What an unbelievable week - the girls, the Championship, and the scouts. There are four teams that want to draft me in the Major Junior draft in June. I can't believe it. Thanks, Dave. You're a great friend." Dave looked at John in surprise, "Don't thank me, you were the one who played so well and earned the attention of the scouts." John replied, "I may have earned the look but if you hadn't joined our team, we probably wouldn't have made the national tournament - much less won it." Dave was happy he had been able to help his friend. He finally said, "Thanks, John; what are true friends for? Did you phone your dad?" John answered, "He's incredibly proud of me. It's funny how biased parents can be - he thought I should have gotten the MVP award." Dave smiled, "You played a great tournament; you deserved it too." John just shook his head. Dave continued, "I'm going to a show with Ann so I need to call home before I go." John looked distressed but Dave cut him off, "It's okay, I asked and the Coach said I could go." Dave picked up the phone and dialed home. He talked to his father who was overflowing with pride. After he talked briefly to his mother and both sisters, he said his goodbyes. He changed into some street clothes and hustled down to the lobby. Ann was sitting quietly waiting for him, so he led her outside. Dave asked Ann if they could go eat before the show because he hadn't yet had any time for food. Ann had already eaten but she drove them to a restaurant where Dave ate supper and she picked at a salad. They had a wonderful time catching up. Ann teased Dave about not losing his appetite since last summer. The show they went to was a comedy and afterwards they left the cinema holding hands. Dave was glad he had patched things up with her but something still wasn't one hundred percent. Dave couldn't put his finger on what it was. When they arrived back to the hotel, Ann asked if she could come up to his room. Dave thought it was okay, so he agreed. John wasn't in the room; that gave them some privacy. Dave turned on the television and sat on his bed. Ann sat next to him and soon they were kissing passionately. Ann was getting very frisky but Dave kept feeling that something was wrong. When Ann put her hand on his quickly hardening bulge, Dave tried to stop her. He said, "Ann, we shouldn't do this." Ann stood in front of him and pulled him to his feet. As soon as he was standing, she dropped to her knees and looked up at him with pretty batting eyes, "I've dreamed all winter about showing you how sorry I am. You can't stop me now." She unfastened his pants and, before he could protest anymore, he felt his almost stiff dick slide into her wet mouth. He was wrestling with thoughts of stopping her but, when he felt his crown slither down her throat, his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands went to her hair. His fingers were weaving through her long black hair as she worked his now rock-hard pole like an expert. He briefly thought of the previous summer when Jennifer had to show her how to deep throat. That was when it clicked in his head. He realized that Ann had to make amends with Jennifer before any Ann-Dave relationship could be considered. Dave's thought of stopping her faded again when she started to caress his balls as she licked and polished his pole. He felt his head slip into her throat again and that was all it took. His balls filled and he was ready to shoot. He warned, "I'm coming." Ann drove his hot rod down her tonsil tunnel and waited for the eruption. He exploded deep in her throat. She licked and sucked the remaining spurts from his hot flesh as his legs wobbled and he struggled to keep his balance. He peered down at her staring face and said simply, "WOW!" Ann happily smiled as she licked her lips; in a surprisingly husky voice, she said. "I really missed that. You taste great." She stood and kissed him passionately. Dave hugged her and said, "I would really like to make love to you; but we can't. As I started to say earlier, there is still one major unresolved issue." Ann looked at Dave with a very worried look, "What do you mean?" Dave continued to hold her and said, "Jennifer. I don't know if you know but you made her winter a total hell. We broke up - and are actually still broken up - but I think and hope we will get back together this summer. I can't start anything more than a friendship with you until you two resolve any problems that may or may not remain." Ann bashfully looked at her feet, "I was really upset with you and Jennifer last fall. I was just pissed at the whole world. I'll call Jennifer and see what I can do. I miss her love as well." Dave put his hand under Ann's chin and lifted it until she was looking into his eyes. He whispered, "That would be nice. I'm glad we're at least friends again." He kissed her tenderly. When they broke the kiss, she whispered, "Me too." They hugged and cuddled for a few minutes before Ann said, "I better get going; I have school tomorrow." Dave kissed her goodbye before she left. He then went looking for John. Most of the team was in Ken's room. They were playing cards and, as soon as Dave entered, Craig said, "Here comes the big stud. Did you get lucky?" Dave looked at John questioningly, but before he could answer Ken piped in, "Rudy saw you leave with that pretty dark-haired girl from yesterday. John wouldn't tell us anything except she was your girlfriend last summer." Dave just nodded as he finally understood. Ken added, "Lucky in hockey - lucky in love." Dave just laughed but didn't feel any need to reply. To himself he said simply, "Amen!"

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Four - The British Are Coming As Dave pulled away from Rebecca's house, he considered going home to talk about the breakup with Julie or his mother - but instead he drove back to North Beach and went straight to the golf course. He practiced all afternoon and evening. When he returned to the trailer he went right to bed and tried to sleep. He tossed and turned for hours thinking about Rebecca until he finally dozed off. The next five days were the same; he practiced and played almost every hour of the day. He had never really had a girl break up with him before and he found it difficult to deal with the experience. There had been the breakup with Jennifer two years earlier but that was due to a distance barrier, over which he had no control. This breakup was different and more difficult to deal with. He found golf was his best distraction; but it was only a distraction, not resolution. As he sat eating his supper at the picnic table on Thursday, he mentally planned his evening of practice. He had not called home or even spoken to his family since the previous week, and, as he was staring into space, he heard a car pull up. He immediately recognized Julie's car. He waved to her as she pulled in. She got out of the car and strode over to him. He could immediately tell she was angry. She glared down at him and asked, "What the hell is going on with you? We haven't heard from you in nearly a week. Your phone isn't working or is turned off and Mom is worried sick about you. Have you lost your mind?" He simply shrugged, "Not my mind - my heart!" She looked at him questioningly, "What do you mean?" He looked at her sadly, "Rebecca dumped me." She immediately sat down and took his hand. Her expression changed completely and she asked, "I thought you two weren't that serious?" He replied, "I did too, until she broke it off. I have really fallen for her and I don't know what to do without her, so I spend all my time golfing to try and forget her." Julie hugged him, "Why didn't you call me? I would have come to see you sooner. Why did she break off with you?" Dave shrugged but after a long pause, answered slowly, "For our own good. Because she said we were getting too close and, with me leaving in August, it was easier to end it now." Julie looked at him thoughtfully, "What do you think?" He immediately shot back, "I know I love her and I don't want to lose her." After a pregnant pause he added, "But I know she is right. I don't like it, but she's right." Julie hugged him close and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at him very seriously and said, "Okay, you've moped around here long enough. I'm packing your clothes and you're coming back to town with me right now. I know you very well and I know you have practiced enough in the last two weeks to do for the entire summer - so you're taking the next few days off. Sarah has been calling every night and she thinks maybe you don't want her to come. Do you still want her to visit?" Dave looked at Julie and hesitantly said, "Yes, but I don't think I will be a very good host right now." Julie replied, "Well, let's head to town and see if we can't get you out of this funk." She got up and took him by the hand. She led him into the trailer and helped him pack. Then she picked his dead cell phone off the fridge and asked, "When's the last time you charged the battery?" He shrugged, "Last Friday." She just shook her head and put it in her purse with the re-charger. She ushered him out the door before she locked it. She guided him to his car and said, "I will follow you home." He nodded and got in the car. The drive to town passed quickly and Dave soon pulled into his driveway. Julie pulled in behind him and led him to the back door. When he entered the kitchen his mother was waiting; she walked to him and gave him a big hug. He felt much better in his mother's arms and most of his worries seem to float away. She eventually said, "I'm sorry about you and Rebecca. If I had known, I would have come to see you. I love you, David, and I wish I could make the pain go away - but I can't." Dave looked over her shoulder at Julie. He wondered how his mother suddenly knew everything. Julie seemed to understand his curious look and she held up her cell phone to indicate she had called their mother during the drive. His mother stepped back from him and explained, "Your father has gone out to rent a movie. We are having a family night tonight." Dave nodded understandingly. The evening was actually very refreshing as Dave watched a movie with his parents and two sisters. Both Beth and Julie were cuddled into his sides the entire evening and he felt very loved. After the movie was over, Dave was in much better spirits. His mother asked, "Do you still want Sarah to visit?" Dave thought about it for a second; he knew he did. He simply nodded. She added, "I know it's very early in England now but I think you should call and tell her so. She has been very worried because she hasn't heard much from you for a few weeks." Dave nodded and went to the phone. He found the number and dialed it slowly. A very familiar voice with a heavy British accent said, "Hello, Thurlow Residence." Dave recognized the Thurlow's butler immediately and said, "Hi, James. This is Dave MacDonald. I'm sorry for calling at this hour - but is Sarah available?" James immediately responded, "Hello, Mr. MacDonald. Yes, she is available. I will tell her you are calling." Dave waited for a brief moment before he heard a soft and very neutral British voice answer the phone, "Hello, Dave, how are you?" Dave replied, "I'm all right but I've been better. I'm sorry I haven't called or e-mailed you recently. I guess I've been a little self-absorbed." Sarah asked emotionlessly, "Are you sure you still want me to visit?" Dave answered, "Right now I couldn't imagine what I could want more. I've been in a bad funk for the last week and I really need a friend; so, yes, please come to visit." Sarah's voice seemed to suddenly burst with life, "Oh, Dave, I'm so happy. I thought maybe you were angry with me or something. We'll be there Saturday afternoon. Roxanne is really excited about the trip too. You will meet us at the airport, won't you?" Dave smiled, as Sarah's enthusiasm seemed to be infectious, even at long distance, "Yes, I will definitely be at the airport. I'll be the one with the big smile on his face." She cheered, "Good, I can't wait to see you again." Dave answered, "I can't wait either." Sarah said, "I'll see you soon." Dave replied, "See you in two days." Dave heard a click on the line and he felt much better. He told his family he was going to bed and he went to his room. He was lying in bed thinking about Rebecca when his mother walked in and sat on the bed. She begged, "Please don't shut us out again. I'm sorry you broke up with Rebecca; but please let us know whenever something is wrong, so we can help make it better." Dave nodded, "I'm sorry. I guess I just figured I was grownup enough to deal with it myself." She looked at him very seriously, "Dave, even grownups, maybe especially grownups, need support from friends and family. Please don't ever hesitate to call us when you need help. Even if all you want to do is talk." Dave nodded in agreement before she kissed him. She added, "Did you hear that you were drafted?" Dave shook his head no, so she continued, "You were drafted in the fifth round by Detroit. They called several times on Sunday and again this week. You should call them and talk." Dave nodded as he asked, "Was John drafted?" His mother answered with a smile, "Yes, he went in the fourth round to Anaheim." Dave smiled for his friend as his mother kissed him goodnight. Dave slept well but, as usual, woke at six-thirty. He rolled over and went back to sleep until eight o'clock. He spent Friday morning doing some chores around the house for his mother, but by noon he was craving golf again. He decided to get his clubs at Hawk's Hallow and then see if he could pick up a game at Hornsby. After he ate lunch he phoned the Detroit organization and thanked them for drafting him but re-confirmed that he was going to college to play golf. The general manager for Detroit said Dave could call him anytime if he changed his mind. After the call Dave drove to North Beach, got his clubs, then drove to Hornsby. He picked up a game with two of the top amateurs on the Island and he enjoyed the challenging but friendly competition. His short game continued to shine and he shot a very strong sixty-five. The two amateurs asked if he was playing the following week for the Island team and he said he was registered. They asked if he had his practice round booked and Dave said no. They invited him to join them on Wednesday. Dave happily accepted. He arrived home in the early evening and felt really good about the arrangement for the practice round. He had played the Glendale course several times but not for three years. Glendale was consider one of the lower quality courses on QAI and most of the good amateur golfers complained about the team being selected on such a poor course when there were more than a dozen better courses. However the QAI Golf Association had agreed to let each course host the tournament and it was Glendale's turn. Dave spent another quiet night at home. His family had planned on moving to North Beach that day but put it off until Saturday. Dave knew they didn't want to leave him home alone. He went to bed early and slept well. He woke early on Saturday and went to Hornsby to practice. He practiced all morning before returning to the house for diner. His family had all moved to the trailer, so he made his own lunch and killed time until twelve-thirty when he went to the airport to meet Sarah and Roxanne. He knew he was arriving early as the plane was not due until after one o'clock but he wanted to make sure he was there for them. He had been waiting for a while when his parents entered the airport. He asked them, "Did you get moved into the trailer?" His father nodded, "Yes, and thank you for keeping it clean." Dave smiled. His father asked, "Is the plane on schedule?" Dave said it was and the three of them waited patiently. It wasn't long before they heard the jet fly over the terminal and Dave walked to the arrival gate and watched as the plane taxied in front of the building. Stairs were soon moved into place and Dave watched Sarah and Roxanne walked down the stairs behind an older couple. Sarah was walking very excitedly while Roxanne was scanning the area for any potential trouble. Sarah spotted Dave at the door and began running to him. The automated doors flew open and Sarah launched herself into his arms. Dave squeezed her tight as his lungs filled with her sweet scent. She didn't hesitate to kiss him passionately and he returned the kiss with similar enthusiasm. It was nice to have her in his arms again. When Sarah finally released Dave she said, "I missed you so much." He smiled tenderly, "I missed you too." He noticed that he and Sarah were now surrounded. His parents were standing behind him while Roxanne was behind Sarah. Sarah moved to Dave's parents and immediately began hugging them and thanking them for letting her visit. Dave meanwhile looked at Roxanne - he sensed that she still had strong feelings for him. He took her in his arms and was about to kiss her when she hesitantly nodded towards his parents. He whispered, "They know about us." She looked at him in surprise but he kissed her passionately and she soon melted into his arms. Their lips were just parting as Sarah bounced excitedly between them and hugged them both. She cheered, "I can't believe we're finally here. Isn't it beautiful, Roxanne?" Roxanne and Dave both chuckled at Sarah's overflowing enthusiasm. Dave turned to face his parents and introduced Roxanne. Both his parents hugged Roxanne lovingly and surprised her by their affectionate welcome. They patiently waited for the bags to arrive; within ten minutes they had retrieved all their bags and were ready for their Island adventure. Dave's parents suggested Dave take the girls to the house to drop off their bags before they went to North Beach for a barbecue. Dave knew his parents had planned a large welcome meal for Sarah and Roxanne; he nodded agreement. He carried their bags to his car and loaded them into the trunk. He waved goodbye to his parents before the girls got in the car and they drove to the house. Dave carried the bags into the house and gave both of them a tour before he showed them their room. They were sleeping in the queen-sized bed in the spare room. As soon as Sarah saw the bed she produced a naughty snicker and said, "There should be lots of room for three in this bed." Roxanne shook her head and Dave simply smiled. The drive to North Beach was filled with talk about Sarah and Roxanne. Dave found out Roxanne had dated a few men over the winter but none had become very serious. Sarah had also had several boyfriends and she had even met her dream- man, Prince Harry, at a party. But she also wasn't seeing anyone seriously. Sarah and Roxanne loved the rolling hills of the island and, as they neared North Beach, there was one area where the car drove along a high hill overlooking many fields in different states of planting. The mixture of yellow hay fields, green vegetable fields, and reddish-brown freshly planted potato fields looked like a huge checkerboard. As they entered North Beach, Sarah asked about several attractions along the main strip and Dave promised her would take her to every one. They pulled into the campground and Dave was surprised at how busy it looked compared to just two days earlier. He pulled up to their trailer and Sarah was asking a hundred questions about the campground, his friends, and anything else she could think of. Dave was very happy to see her so excited. They got out of the car and his parents were sitting in lawn chairs relaxing with Jennifer's parents. Dave introduced Sarah and Roxanne to Ron and Heather. Ron and Heather both hugged and welcomed them to the island. Sarah asked if Jennifer was there and Heather explained about her job and that she probably wouldn't get to see Sarah this visit. Sarah was disappointed. Dave's parents suggested Dave take the girls for a walk, as supper wouldn't be ready for at least two hours. It was a warm day in the low eighties; so Dave decided to walk to the beach. Both Sarah and Roxanne were wearing pretty sundresses and he was wearing his usual dress shorts and golf shirt. He escorted them up the clay road, on which they had entered the campground, and out the front gate. He explained about how much more busy North Beach would get over the next two weeks as many tourists flocked to the area for summer relaxation. As they were walking along the road, Sarah shyly asked Dave if he were dating anyone. He confessed that he had just broken up with a girl named Rebecca and that was why he had not contacted Sarah for a while - he had been very upset by the breakup. Sarah and Roxanne coaxed all the details from him and they each hugged one side of him as he got emotional talking about his brief but intense relationship with Rebecca. He had just told them the whole story as they reached the beach and he suggested they take off their shoes and walk barefoot on the sand. Both Roxanne and Sarah were surprised how soft and beautiful the mauve sand was. They talked about it only briefly before they again cuddled into Dave and returned to the discussion about Rebecca. Dave was pleased they were both very supportive and the conversation slowly changed to talking about what they would do over the next two weeks. The beach was fairly busy for June and the three friends walked well down the beach to get some privacy. Dave nodded to people he recognized as he passed them. They mapped out a rough plan for the next two weeks but nothing was set in stone; they wanted to leave lots of flexibility. They planned the next three days as beach days if the weather was good. They would go to some museums or other indoor attractions if the weather were bad. On Wednesday, Dave was playing his practice round. Thursday was Canada Day, which is always a busy day. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were the Island Amateur and Willingdon Cup trial. But the entire second week was left available for tourist attractions in North Beach and more time on the beach. They eventually walked back to the campground. Ron and Roger were cooking over the barbecue; so Roxanne found Heather and Carol and offered to help in the kitchen - but they told her to spend time with Dave and Sarah. Dave took Sarah and Roxanne for a short walk to the golf course. He showed them the practice area where he spent so much of his time. When they returned to the trailer both Julie and Beth were there with their boyfriends. Dave introduced everyone before they ate. The barbecue was fantastic, as usual, and Dave enjoyed filling up on steak and salads. After everyone had eaten their fill, Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne helped clean up before they drove back to town. Roxanne commented on how nice Dave and Jennifer's families were and Dave agreed that he was very spoiled. He gave Sarah and Roxanne a driving tour of Edwardton, which took over an hour. They arrived back at the house just before dark and both girls explained that they were quite tired and had not adjusted to the time difference. Dave escorted them to their room then he started to walk to his room. Sarah immediately asked, "Where are you going?" He said, "To my room." She looked at him quizzically, "Aren't you going to sleep with us?" Dave stuttered, "I assumed you would be tired and ..." He didn't get a chance to finish as both Sarah and Roxanne rushed to him and started stripping him. Rebecca muttered, "We said tired - not dead or stupid!" Sarah pulled his shirt over his head as Roxanne unfastened his shorts. Roxanne pulled his boxers down with his shorts and then both girls stood back and looked at his tall, naked form. Sarah was the first to speak, "He's gotten a lot more muscular since last summer, hasn't he Roxanne?" Roxanne agreed, "Yes, his chest and arms are definitely more defined." They both moved into his arms and he kissed Sarah as Roxanne began kissing and licking his chest. Dave lowered the zipper on Sarah's dress and she stepped back to let it drop to the floor. As she moved back into his arms, he unfastened her bra and pulled the straps over her shoulders. She started to kiss her way down his body and Roxanne moved up to allow him to remove her clothes as well. Dave quickly unzipped her dress and it joined Sarah's dress on the floor. Dave removed Roxanne's bra and admired her toned athletic body. He whispered, "You two look wonderful and close to edible." Roxanne smiled and he heard Sarah giggle and echo the word edible just before he felt her suck his hard shaft into her mouth. He kissed Roxanne passionately and she purred as he caressed her breasts, "I really missed you, Dave. I wish you didn't live so far away." Dave nodded agreement as Sarah pulled her mouth from his hardness and she and Roxanne guided him to the bed. They pushed him onto his back and both girls dove between his legs, taking turns sucking and licking him. The sensation of having two mouths working on him at once was too much for him but he held his orgasm off as long as he could. The two girls were almost getting frustrated that they couldn't get him off when they intensified their effort and he couldn't hold off any longer. He warned them that he was going to cum just before his sperm rocketed out the end of his shaft and into Sarah's mouth first and then Roxanne's. Both sighed appreciatively. Dave simply closed his eyes and surrendered to the pleasure. He felt two warm naked bodies press into his sides and he put his arms around them and pulled both girls to him. He whispered, "I'm really happy you're here." In a very soft low voice Sarah confessed, "Actually, I've decided that I'm quite ready for you to take my virginity. I love you dearly and I want you to be the one. I have thought about it a lot and Roxanne and I have discussed it as well. I started birth control two months ago - so please say you will do it." Dave looked right into her pleading eyes, he knew rejection would break her heart so he simply replied, "I'd be honored. I love you too." It seemed funny for him to say he loved her but, even after only one day back together, he knew their feelings for each other were very deep. That day in Vancouver had bonded them forever. He caressed her cheek softly with the outside of his hand as he suggested, "You tell me when you are ready and I will do my best." She nodded, "I am really tired from the long day right now and would love just to cuddle in your arms and go to sleep." She looked at Roxanne who simply nodded agreement. Dave looked at both girls and said, "Okay, but tomorrow night I get to return the favour." Roxanne replied, "We'll hold you to that." The three lovers pulled a light sheet over their naked bodies and they cuddled into each other. All three fell asleep almost immediately. Dave woke the next morning with his arm around Sarah and one of her soft round breasts in his hand. Roxanne was spooned snuggly to his back and he could feel her firm small breasts pushing into him. He thought how he really missed being the meat in their snuggle-girl sandwich. He was very happy they had come all the way to visit him. He lay awake enjoying the feeling of both women. Their breathing was very relaxing and he thought about the previous weeks and his emotions about Rebecca and how it was time to move on. Rebecca was right - he had to live his dream before he could think about anyone else. He thought about Sarah and her life in England. He knew he loved her but, deep in his heart, he knew their environments were like oil and water and their lifestyles could never mix permanently. Roxanne was very exciting and, although his feelings weren't nearly as deep for her as they were for Sarah, he did love her as well in a different, special way. Eventually the two girls woke up. Dave kissed both on the forehead before he went to the bathroom. They both followed him and took turns sitting on the toilet while he brushed his teeth. He explained he was going to check the weather on the television and they could decide what to do for the day based on that forecast. Sarah and Roxanne were sitting on the bed talking when Dave re-entered the spare room. He explained that the forecast was for a hot day in the high twenties and that it would be a good day to go to Basin Head. The water would be chilly but he thought they would enjoy themselves anyway. Dave made a large breakfast for them and, after eating, Roxanne cleaned up with a little help from Sarah while Dave got ready. Dave prepared a picnic lunch and they were on the road at ten o'clock. The one-hour drive to Basin Head passed quickly and the parking lot was half full when they pulled in. Sarah and Roxanne thought the area looked beautiful but as they walked past the changing room and saw the beach and old fishing village for the first time, they gasped. Sarah hugged Dave and thanked him for taking her to the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Roxanne seemed to be scanning the area for possible trouble. Dave took her hand and explained, "Roxanne, you are on QAI now. Sarah is as safe as she would be in her own home. No one here wants to do anything but have a fun day on the beach. The biggest risk is someone will get drunk and make a pass at one of you. We're totally safe here." Roxanne seemed to relax - she trusted Dave's judgment. Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne spent the entire day at Basin Head. They jumped off the bridge and wharf. They played in the gentle surf. They even simply floated through the harbour. It was a very fun, relaxing day. Late in the afternoon, they got in the car; each had an ice cream cone in their hands. The drive to town passed quickly as they talked excitedly about the day. When they got to town, they took a relaxing shower together. The caressing and cleaning excited each of them but they agreed not go too far until they returned from supper. They ate supper at a restaurant overlooking the Edwardton harbour. The meal was excellent and, after filling their bellies, they went back to the house to work off their meal. They immediately retired to the bedroom and stripped each other. Roxanne pushed Dave onto the bed and said, "I'll get you ready; you get Sarah ready." Roxanne then dropped to her knees and began licking and teasing his quickly hardening dick. Sarah moved onto the bed and positioned her soft brown snatch over his waiting mouth. As Roxanne worked him to hardness, he licked and sucked Sarah's sweet pussy. After getting Sarah very wet and excited, he moved his head out from under her and laid her gently on her back. Dave moved between her legs while Roxanne moved onto the bed beside a very nervous looking Sarah. Dave whispered, "This will hurt at first but I will go as slow as possible. Give me a signal and I'll stop and wait. I will let you adjust before I proceed, okay?" Sarah nodded agreement as Roxanne whispered reassurance to her. Dave moved the crown of his hardness to her slick opening and slowly pushed the head inside. Sarah felt incredibly tight as he inched inside. He suddenly felt the barrier of her maidenhead so he stopped and looked into her eyes. He asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded so he warned, "Okay, this will hurt - so be ready." He looked at Roxanne and she nodded. Dave pulled back slightly and then with a short quick thrust he pushed forward. Sarah cried out in pain and Dave immediately froze as planned. He looked into her eyes as they began pooling with tears. He whispered, "Take your time and catch your breath. I won't move until you are ready." Dave had taken several girls' virginities and he knew of the initial pain, so he patiently remained still as Roxanne talked to Sarah and ran her hands slowly over her body. Dave could feel Sarah's tight channel pulsating as she adjusted to his invasive presence. After about thirty seconds, which seemed more like five minutes, Sarah sighed, "Okay, try it again, slowly." Dave pushed gently forward but didn't feel any more resistance. He continued pushing slowly and gently forward as he constantly watched Sarah's face for discomfort. He could feel her tightness surround his girth and he was surprised by how tight she felt. After a slow steady push he eventually felt her cervix and he stopped pushing. He had bottomed out before getting the full length of his rod completely inside, so he made note of how far he thought he was inside. He didn't want to hurt her further, so he would make sure not to push completely inside her. He looked into her eyes and he held his position deep inside her as he asked, "Does that feel better now?" Sarah looked up at him and gasped, "You have filled me completely and the pain is fading quickly. I sure didn't expect that much pain." Dave simply nodded, "Tell me when you are ready." She nodded slowly and after a brief pause she said, "I'm ready - but please go slowly." Dave nodded and slowly began pulling out. He moved gently but steadily until he felt his crown at her opening. He then pushed forward until he was deep inside her again. Sarah seemed to be lubricating and adjusting, so, after a brief pause, he pulled out slowly again. He moved in and out three or four times before Sarah seemed to be comfortable. Sarah's breathing gradually increased in pace as Roxanne moved her head to Sarah's breast and sucked a rubbery nipple into her mouth. Sarah moaned in response to Roxanne's teasing mouth and Dave steadily increased the pace of his thrusting. Sarah's tight love hole molded to his hardness and he had to focus hard not to cum too quickly. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier as Dave continued to increased the pace. She was quickly reaching her climax as he lost control over his orgasm and he shot his load deep inside her. She felt his hot juices erupt and her orgasm overtook her senses. He stroked into her until he felt his hardness wither. He slowly stopped thrusting and lowered himself beside her. He kissed her tenderly as she smiled happily. Sarah and Dave rested for a few minutes before Dave looked at Roxanne who looked to be in need; he moved between her legs and began licking her neatly trimmed pussy. He kissed her legs and slowly moved his way to her nether lips. He teased and caressed her thighs as he tenderly flicked his tongue on her clit. Roxanne began to react to his talented tongue as he added a finger to her wet opening. He suddenly felt his soft prick being stroked and when he looked down at Sarah she said, "It's my turn to get you ready for Roxanne." Sarah used his boxers to wipe some juices and blood off his manhood before she sucked his flaccid member into her mouth and began resurrecting it. Dave returned to Roxanne's slippery opening and licked and sucked her until he felt his dick come to life. When he was completely hard again, he moved between Roxanne's legs and positioned his hardness at her opening. He pushed gently forward and slipped in easily until he was completely inside. He watched as Roxanne guided Sarah over her mouth and Dave knew she was eating his sperm out of Sarah's hot snatch. He started to thrust into Roxanne at a steady pace. He heard Sarah sigh as Roxanne licked and teased her and he slowly increased the pace until he felt Roxanne pushing to meet his thrust. Sarah was the first to reach orgasm and she collapsed on the bed. Dave moved Roxanne's legs so they were over his shoulders and he began to pound into her at a feverish pace. Roxanne was rocking her head back and forth as her breathing grew very heavy and she finally surrendered to the orgasm that overtook her entire shuddering body. Dave felt his orgasm build as well and he exploded inside her shaking body. He thrust hard as he drove all his seed deep inside the raven-haired beauty. He slowly lowered her legs and then leaned forward and kissed her passionately. As he lay on top of her he said, "You were both amazing." They smiled and cuddled into him as they all fell asleep in each other's arms. Dave woke early as usual the next morning and quietly slipped out of bed. Both girls looked at him and he explained he was going to practice for a few hours and would be home when they woke up. He practiced hard for two hours before returning to the house at eight thirty and cooking breakfast. All three ate cheerfully after the exciting night. The weather was only fair outside with the clouds threatening to rain. They agreed to spend the afternoon at the Confederation Museum before going to the theatre to see 'Anne of Green Gables' that evening. It was a busy and enjoyable day and ended with another sexually charged night. Dave woke early and practiced for two hours before returning to the house to again cook breakfast. They spent the day at North Beach. It was a hot day and Dave borrowed two masks and snorkels for Sarah and Roxanne. They both loved the limited but interesting underwater life of QAI. They went to the trailer and barbecued a meal for Dave's parents. After eating with Dave's parents Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne went back to town. Dave called Glendale and found out he teed off at ten-thirty. The three friends made love before going to sleep. Cowgirl Sarah worked herself slowly and thoroughly as she impaled herself on Dave's rigid pole; she seemed to have gone well past any memory of Sunday night's pain. Dave woke early and did his new routine of practice and then breakfast. On the way to Glendale, Dave dropped Sarah and Roxanne off at the mall in Edwardton and they went shopping for the day. Dave played quite well on the Glendale course and was happy with his one over par seventy-one score. He re-acquainted himself with the course and was confident going into the weekend. He thanked the two amateurs for the round and wished them luck. He met the girls at the mall at four o'clock as planned. He shopped with them for another hour before they went out to supper. After supper they killed the evening before going to a drive-in movie. All three sat in the front seat of the car and they cuddled together as they watched the two movies. It was well after midnight when they arrived home; they went straight to sleep. The next day was Canada Day and, after Dave's morning routine, the three lovers went to the park called Confederation Landing. It was the location that the original founding fathers of Canada landed on for the meetings on QAI that lead to Canada's Confederation. A small fair was set up at the park and there were lots of activities to fill the day. While they were there, Dave saw one of his friends who owned a boat; the friend offered to take Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne out for a day. Dave thanked him and they arranged for a day the following week. While Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne were walking around the fairgrounds, arm-in-arm, Dave saw Rebecca walking around with her girlfriends. Dave waved to her and Rebecca casually returned the wave. Sarah asked to whom he had waved and Dave said it was Rebecca. Sarah suggested that they go strut around in front of her and Dave immediately said no, he would never do that. They just quietly went the other way. Canada Day was a very fun day; Dave's parents and sisters eventually joined them at the park and they watched the fireworks together. After the fireworks Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne went home early because Dave had an eight o'clock tee time. They didn't make love but instead went right to sleep. The next morning Sarah and Roxanne went to the golf course with Dave. He practiced for an hour before teeing off. The girls followed him around the course but kept their distance so he had no trouble concentrating on his game. He shot seventy and was happy with his opening score. The greens had been cut really short and the sloped greens were very fast. They spent the afternoon and evening at North Beach relaxing on the beach. They made love when they returned to town; Dave had adapted very easily to three-way sex. On Saturday, Dave's tee time was not until noon so they slept in. After eating a good breakfast they went to Glendale. Dave practiced for two hours before shooting the low round of the day - sixty-six. Dave had been in second place after the first day but was now tied for the lead after two rounds. At the house, he cooked a large spaghetti supper before they went to a movie at the cinemas. After the movie they made love for two hours before falling asleep exhausted. Dave was in the final group on Sunday; he teed off at one o'clock. He slept in with the two girls before getting up and showering with his two beautiful ladies. After a big breakfast and with his two good luck charms in tow, he went to the course. He was tied for the lead with Jeff MacDermitt who had been on the Island team four of the previous five years. Two strokes behind them was Mike Fornier who was home for the summer from a US college. When Dave was called to the first tee, he was very nervous; he noticed that Fornier seemed nervous as well but MacDermitt was as cool as cucumber. Fornier teed off first on the short par-four first hole and his ball finished just short of the green. MacDermitt rolled his drive onto the fringe of the green before Dave stood over his ball and focused on his target. He made a good swing and his ball bounced and rolled onto the green twenty feet from the hole. Dave said to himself, "Good start. Keep making good swings and everything will go fine." Dave made good swings all day and he got the putter going as well. He shot a very strong sixty-seven to win the Island amateur title but there was still one day left for the Willingdon Cup trials which determined the top four players who would go to the Canadian Amateur. The field was reduced to the top ten players. When Dave arrived at the house he called his father and explained his round. Roger wished him luck in the final round the next day. Dave and the girls spent a quiet night at the house and after a brief lovemaking session, they went to sleep early. Dave's tee time the next day was at nine- thirty so he wanted to be at the course early to practice. He slept soundly between his two naked lovers. He woke at seven o'clock, got up, showered, and made breakfast. He woke the girls at seven-thirty and they were on the road by eight. Dave had opened up a large eleven-stroke lead on fifth place so he was confident that if he played well he could easily hold onto one of the four team positions. He played smart conservative golf and shot seventy-one to finish in first by six strokes. He immediately called his father who was at work. He again gave full details of the entire round and said he would see his dad at the trailer for supper. Dave and the girls went to North Beach for the remainder of the afternoon and then went to the trailer for supper. Dave's parents and sisters were happy for him and they had a small celebration. Roger showed Dave the newspaper with a picture of him holding the Island Amateur trophy. Dave simply smiled at it but both Roxanne and Sarah read the article in detail then insisted Dave take them to a store so they could buy several copies. Dave promised Sarah and Roxanne that the remainder of the week would be dedicated to them and they would see all the sights. Sarah and Roxanne explained they really enjoyed watching Dave do what he loved most - golf. After spending the evening at the trailer, Dave, Sarah, and Roxanne went back to the house. They went to sleep early as they had a long day planned for the following day. The next day Sarah and Roxanne asked Dave to take them to the store again and they quickly looked at the newspaper. Dave's picture was in the paper with the other three members of the Island Willingdon Cup team. Sarah and Roxanne bought several issues of the paper for sentimental reasons. The week passed quickly as Dave took the girls to see lots of attractions. They spent a day on the boat with Dave's friend. While Sarah struggle with the water skiing, Roxanne was a natural. They all had a very wet and wonderful day. By suppertime on Friday all three were very tired; it was the girls last night on QAI. Dave's family had a late barbecue and evening bonfire planned. The girls loved the bonfire; especially how several dozen of the other campers joined Dave's family singing songs around the fire. Sarah was surprised how well Dave got along with some of the younger kids as he helped them toast marshmallows or simply wrestled and played with them. Sarah was quiet on the drive back to town and Dave could tell she was upset about leaving the next day. As soon as they arrived at the house they went straight to bed and made soft tender love until the wee hours of the morning. As they lay exhausted on the bed Sarah confessed, "Dave, I truly love your home, your family, and your Island. It is so relaxing to live here; I can see why you love it." Dave nodded, "It is totally different from anywhere else I have ever visited. We don't have as many entertainment options as bigger cities but we have a way of life that is second to none." Roxanne agreed, "I agree with Sarah - this is a truly special place." Dave nodded, "Thank you." Sarah continued, "Last year when you left London, I was devastated. I missed you so much that I didn't think I would ever get over you. But, thanks to Roxanne, I learned to move on and I had a very good winter. This time I am sad again, but I know I will get over it. You are going to Wake Forest in August and I am going to Oxford, so I will be busy too. I love you, Dave, and I will never forget these past two weeks." Dave kissed her tenderly and replied, "I've really enjoyed the two weeks too. I love you as well." He then turned to Roxanne and kissed her tenderly. "I know you don't like goodbyes but let me say I'm so happy you came with Sarah. I love you too." Roxanne began to cry; that set Sarah off and Dave cuddled the two girls as he comforted them. They eventually talked about the highlights of the two weeks before they rolled over and went to sleep. They slept late on Saturday and enjoyed a relaxing shower together before Dave cooked a large brunch. It was a quiet morning as no one seemed to want to say much but both girls cuddled close to Dave at every opportunity. He definitely did not mind the close contact. Late in the morning, it was time to go to the airport; Dave loaded the bags into his car. The drive to the airport was very quiet. Dave carried their bags into the airport and they checked them. The flight didn't leave for an hour so Dave sat with the girls in the waiting area. Slowly Sarah began to talk about her upcoming year at Oxford and Dave talked about moving to North Carolina. Thirty minutes before the flight was due to leave, Dave's parents entered the airport. Both Roxanne and Sarah were happy to see them and they hugged each other. As the departure time drew closer, Roxanne and Sarah finally said their goodbyes. They thanked Roger and Carol for their hospitality before each moved into Dave's arms and kissed him passionately. Roxanne was first and she whispered, "Dave, you are the most mature man I have ever been with - I can't believe you are only seventeen. I love you and I will really miss you." Dave whispered back, "You are truly special too. I love you and I promise I will see you again." As Roxanne pulled away from Dave, Sarah moved into his arms. She was crying and he hugged her tightly. He whispered, "I love you, Sarah. As I have said before, there will always be a special place in my heart for you - we are bonded together forever. We may not end up together but we will always be part of each other's lives." Sarah kissed Dave passionately before she softly replied, "I really love you as well. I understand now how different our lives are. Your life here is so relaxed and informal and my life in London is the exact opposite. I realize it would be very hard for us to be together and it is very unlikely but I will always hope it can somehow happen. I love you Dave; good luck at the Canadian Amateur and good luck at Wake Forest." Dave kissed her again softly as they parted and Sarah and Roxanne began to walk towards security. Dave called to Roxanne, "Please look after her." Roxanne smiled with tear-filled eyes, "You know I will." They walked through security and out of sight. Dave waited until they eventually boarded the plane and he watched it take off. His parents asked him what he was going to do for the day; he shrugged then he asked what they were doing. They said they were just going to the beach so he asked if he could join them. They nodded as Dave followed them out of the airport. Dave drove back to the house. He thought a lot about Sarah and Roxanne as he packed his clothes to move to the trailer for the remainder of the summer. He picked his clubs up at Hornsby before he left town. The drive to North Beach passed slowly as he relived the two weeks with Sarah and Roxanne. He felt lucky to know them and he realized that their time with him had helped him get over Rebecca.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirty - A Special Day for Jennifer Dave woke early on Friday morning; as he stood in front of the mirror he looked carefully at his bruised face. He could clearly see a trace of yellow spreading under his eyes and he knew that two black eyes would soon color his face. He ate breakfast before he brushed his teeth and left for the Hawk's Hallow Golf Course. He practiced hard for three hours before he played eighteen holes. He picked up a game with three young juniors and enjoyed playing with the developing players. One youngster said he had seen Dave play hockey the night before and he asked if his face hurt. Dave told him that it only hurt a little; that was true, it looked much worse than it felt. It was mid afternoon when he returned to the trailer. Jennifer and both families were at the beach so he pulled on his swim suit and went to the pool for a good swim. He had decided he would swim as much as he could to try and maintain his conditioning during the ten days he would be away from hockey. As he pulled himself from the pool after a tiring forty-minute swim, he saw Jennifer's family car pull through the front gate of the campground. She spotted him and, after her father stopped, she jumped out and walked over to Dave. He kissed her tenderly before he dried off. They walked back to the campsite arm-in-arm. Dave's father arrived home shortly after that and Ron had the barbecue ready at the same time. Julie and Beth were gone out as usual; as Dave sat with Jennifer and both sets of parents he asked, "Mom and Dad, Heather and Ron, as you all know, Dad and I are leaving on Sunday for Hamilton. I was wondering if maybe Jennifer and I could stay at the house in town tonight and tomorrow night? It will be our last time together this summer." Ron and Heather whispered between themselves as did Roger and Carol. All four parents looked at each other for confirmation and finally all four nodded agreement. Jennifer hugged her parents while Dave hugged his. After eating a large supper, Dave and Jennifer each packed a small bag and kissed their parents goodbye before they left for town. As they drove to town they talked about the following day. Dave told Jennifer he had a special day planned just for the two of them. He wouldn't tell her what the details were but he did tell her that he had planned most of it for the previous summer - but because of his shooting incident he wasn't able to do it. He told her he was going to the golf course to practice in the morning but from dinnertime on the whole day was hers. Jennifer suggested they invite Katherine to eat with them on Saturday. Dave smiled and agreed. They also talked about inviting Katherine to join them when they got to town but Dave insisted they keep Friday evening private. It was Jennifer's turn to smile and she agreed. When they reached the house, Dave called Katherine and invited her to join them for supper the following evening. He had made reservations at a restaurant called the Claddaugh Room. Katherine thanked him for the invitation and agreed to join them. Dave and Jennifer went to a movie before they returned to the house. Dave took Jennifer to bed and made soft passionate love to her. He licked and teased her to two orgasms before she climbed on top of his hard pole and rode him to another loud, exciting orgasm. He climaxed shortly after her and they cuddled in bed until they fell asleep in each other's arms. Dave woke early the next day; when he looked in the mirror he thought he was looking at a raccoon - both his eyes were a black and purple mess. He showered, ate breakfast, and then went to Hornsby Golf Course. He practiced for four hours before returning to the house. He made a large spaghetti dinner for himself and Jennifer before they drove downtown. Dave had picked up some special maps of Edwardton the previous summer and one of the maps showed a walking tour of the town. Jennifer asked why they were taking a tour of the town he had lived in his whole life. He explained, "I know you are interested in architecture and old buildings. This tour details all the old houses from when the city was first built in the eighteen hundreds. We can even get tours of some of the houses. But I have to make one stop before the tour begins - I need to buy several pairs of long dress pants for the Open. PGA golfers are not permitted to wear shorts." He smiled when he referred to himself as a PGA player. They stopped at Dow's Menswear - where Roger had told Dave to see Joe. Joe fit Dave for three pair of dress pants: navy, beige, and white. Joe assured Dave he would have them altered by five o'clock. Dave paid and thanked the man before he left with Jennifer. The tour started at an old house called Beaconsfield. It was the home of the Heritage and Museums Society for QAI. The elegant symbol of Victorian elegance was built in 1877 for James Peake Jr., a prominent shipbuilder. The tour included the first two floors but the curator of the house was also a friend of Roger and he took them up to the third floor which was used mostly for office space. Dave and Jennifer loved the old house and spent over an hour checking out every detail of the classic building. The walking tour moved to many old homes located throughout the old town and took several hours just to walk from house to house. They toured Province House which was the meeting place for the Fathers of Confederation in 1864. The last house they toured was the former residence for the president of the University of QAI. The residence had been sold by the University because the extravagant building could not be justified as tuitions increased. It had been converted into a luxurious bed and breakfast. Again Roger knew the owner and had arranged for Dave and Jennifer to have a special tour. The huge old Victorian house was exquisite and Jennifer marveled at the detailed design and elegance. Dave and Jennifer walked arm-in-arm back to Beaconsfield. Dow's Menswear was on the way so they stopped and picked up Dave's dress pants. Joe wished Dave luck in the Open. Dave asked how he knew and Joe told Dave that Roger had called and mentioned the reason he would be in for some pants. When Dave and Jennifer reached Beaconsfield, he put his pants in the car. Jennifer was incredibly pleased with the tour and she kissed him lovingly for creating a special afternoon just for her. They still had thirty minutes before the time Katherine was expecting to meet them so they sat on the veranda at Beaconsfield and looked over the Edwardton Harbour. Jennifer cuddled into Dave's arms and told him how much she loved him and would miss him during the coming winter. They briefly talked about Dave's college scholarships and Jennifer mentioned that she wished she could go to college with him but the very high relative cost of US universities was just too expensive. They talked about her attending a maritime university and she told him she was now convinced that she wanted to become an engineer. She wanted to design and build extravagant structures. Dave hugged her and told her she would be a wonderful engineer. When it was time, they went to Dave's car then picked up Katherine. Katherine rubbed Dave's face and asked if it hurt. He smiled and said actually it did not anymore. She thanked Dave and Jennifer for inviting her as they drove to the restaurant. The meal was very nice. Dave had a filet mignon while each girl had a different kind of seafood. They enjoyed sharing a sweet chocolate desert before Dave got the bill and paid for their meal. On the way to Dave's house they stopped at Blockbuster and rented a movie. At the house they sat in the television room and watched the romantic movie. The three teens cuddled on the large couch. As the movie drew to an end, Jennifer kissed Dave passionately. After their lips parted Katherine kissed him passionately as well. He could feel his member begin to harden as Jennifer began massaging it through his shorts. Katherine became more aggressive, swung her leg over Dave's, and sat on his bulge and Jennifer's hand. She pushed herself against his chest and kissed him with all the passion she could generate. Jennifer moved from sitting beside Dave to standing in front of him and behind Katherine. She leaned into Katherine's back and began kissing her neck from behind as she slid her hands around Katherine and cupped her breasts. Katherine moaned into Dave's mouth as he moved his hands to Jennifer's round, pendulous breasts. Katherine's yellow skirt was now high on her hips as she ground her sex against Dave's hardness. Jennifer took hold of the hem of Katherine's white shirt and, as Katherine briefly moved back from Dave, she pulled the shirt over her head and off. Dave looked up at Katherine's smiling, lust-filled face and he asked, "Are you sure you want this?" She kissed him passionately again and whispered, "I have been dreaming of being with you since we broke up in June - I definitely want you. Jennifer is very beautiful and I have been a little curious about girls too." Dave kissed her again as Jennifer unfastened Katherine's bra and released her firm, round breasts. Dave kissed one nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Katherine moaned louder as she increased the pace of her grinding motion. Jennifer moved to Dave's side and started to suck Katherine's other nipple as she slid her hand under Katherine's skirt. Katherine's panties were soaked from her excitement and Jennifer slid her hand inside the wet filmy material. Her finger found Katherine's engorged clit and, as she rubbed and teased the slippery nub, Katherine's orgasm peaked and she called out, "Yes, suck my nipples and rub my clit, harder... harder!" Dave could now smell Katherine's excitement; as the zesty aroma filled his lungs he had to taste the source. He waited for Katherine to slowly recover before he laid her on the couch then moved between her legs. He pushed the crotch of her panties to the side as he looked down at the soft slit between her legs. He couldn't see her inner lips, only a soft crease with a patch of black hair above it. He lowered his face and her scent became stronger and stronger. He could see her juices oozing and he couldn't resist licking the juices up with his tongue - she tasted wonderful. He traced his tongue up her slit and she moaned appreciation. He ran his tongue around her opening several times before sliding it inside. He again heard a moan, this time it was muffled. He looked up and Katherine was sucking one of Jennifer's round breasts as Jennifer sucked her breast. Dave moved his hands between Katherine's legs and used his fingers to part her outer lips. He could now see her pink inner folds and her hard little button peeking out of its hood. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she moaned. He pushed his tongue into her juicy opening and she moaned again. He moved his lips to her clit and began sucking and licking it and she went wild. He pushed a finger inside her tight opening and was pleased to find that her maiden-head was still in tact. He was careful not to push too far and break it as he licked and teased her to another loud orgasm. She bucked and kicked as her whole body convulsed in ecstasy. Dave and Jennifer continue to lick and tease her until she slowly regained control over her body. As Dave sat up she stared into his eyes and whispered, "That was unbelievable. I've never had an orgasm like that before. Will you please take my virginity tonight? I want you to be my first; I know I'm ready now." He kissed her before he replied, "I'd be honored to be your first." Jennifer added, "Dave was my first and he is very gentle. It will hurt a little but Dave will take his time. You will love it but I think it will be better if we were in a bed so let's go upstairs where we can be more comfortable." Katherine nodded agreement so Dave stood and put out a hand for each girl. He pulled them to their feet and looked down at the two topless beauties. He briefly kissed each one as he fondled their breasts. With an arm around each girl, he turned and started towards the door. Both girls grabbed their shirts and bras as he guided them towards the stairs and up to the spare bedroom which he and Jennifer had made home. His room only had a single bed and he couldn't imagine sleeping with Jennifer in his parents' bed, so the spare room was the best option. As soon as they entered the room, Jennifer took Katherine in her arms and kissed her passionately. Dave watched as their breasts pressed together and their tongues swirled in each other's mouths. Dave was hard as steel but continued to watch as Jennifer guided the slightly taller Katherine to the bed. Jennifer dropped to her knees in front of Katherine and unfastened her skirt. She eased the skirt and wet panties down Katherine's muscular thighs while admiring her neatly trimmed black bush. Katherine stepped out of her remaining clothes as Jennifer caressed her thighs and ass. Jennifer whispered, "Let me get you ready for Dave." Jennifer then slid her tongue along Katherine's wet slit enticing a moan from the nervous virgin. Katherine moved her hands to Jennifer's head and enthusiastically encouraged Jennifer to continue. Dave simply stood by the door and watched his two beautiful girlfriends make love. He thought about that phrase and realized it was true - he had two girlfriends again. He shook his head wondering how he could be so lucky but Katherine's moaning quickly brought him back to reality. He watched as Jennifer eased her onto the bed, pushing her into the center. Jennifer continued to lick and please Katherine as Katherine reached another loud orgasm. After easing Katherine down from her orgasm, Jennifer smiled at Dave and whispered, "She is definitely ready now." Dave's hardness was trying to bust out of his shorts. He walked to Jennifer. While still kneeling on the bed she pulled Dave's shirt over his head then unfastened his shorts, pushing his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion. Dave's hardness bounced free of its confines and Katherine gasped as she realized she was finally going to make love to him. Jennifer briefly licked Dave's rock hard pole to add wetness before she guided him between Katherine's legs. Once Dave was kneeling between Katherine's legs, Jennifer moved so she was lying next to Katherine and she stared into Katherine's nervous looking eyes. Dave spoke softly, "Are you sure you are ready for this?" Katherine didn't answer but simply nodded as she reached up and caressed Dave's cheek with her hand. Dave kissed her fingers and was about to move his hard pole to her opening when his expression suddenly changed and he whispered, "I almost forgot to wear a condom. I'll be back in a second." He clambered off the bed and disappeared out the door. Katherine looked at Jennifer, "Thank God he remembered. I'm so nervous that I forgot." Jennifer kissed Katherine, "Dave will be as gentle as possible and once your hymen is broken you'll enjoy the wonderful feeling of making love to a special person like him." Dave ran back into the room and both Jennifer and Katherine snickered as his hard pole bounced up and down as he excitedly moved onto the bed. Jennifer took the condom packet saying, "Let me do that." She tore open the wrapper and guided the latex to the head of his penis. She expertly rolled the condom down his hardness before she moved back beside Katherine. Dave eased the tip of his prick into Katherine's still very wet opening. As the crown slowly slipped inside, he could feel the tightness encase his manhood. She was very tight so he moved very slowly as Jennifer whispered support into her ear. Dave continued to slowly move forward until he felt Katherine's maiden blockage. He allowed Katherine a moment to adjust to his girth before he whispered, "Okay, this is the hard part. This will hurt a little - so brace yourself." Dave pulled back a little then thrust forward slightly. He heard Katherine cry out in pain as he felt his penis ram into the maiden head but not break through. He was surprised and looked down at the anguished look on Katherine's face. Jennifer was consoling her and Dave tried to remain still until Katherine adjusted to the intrusion. After about thirty seconds Katherine whispered, "Jesus - that hurt. Did you get in?" Dave replied, "I'm not sure. I was waiting for you to relax before I tried to go any further." Katherine had a tear in her eye as she gasped, "Try it." Dave pushed forward gently but still felt a blockage. He looked down at Katherine and spoke softly, "I didn't get all the way though. Do you want me to try again?" Katherine nodded and as soon Dave saw her acknowledgement he pulled back slightly and thrust forward again. Katherine yelped as he felt his hardness break through this time. He immediately froze his position and simply waited for Katherine to relax. Her face was still distressed as he waited for her to open her eyes which were squeezed shut. After a long moment, her body began relaxing and she slowly opened her eyes - a few tears ran down her cheek. She tried to look happy as she said weakly, "Holy shit; that hurt." Dave didn't move for fear of causing more pain. He waited for Katherine to indicate she was ready. Eventually she moved her hands to his ass and eased him further inside. Dave could feel her tight love hole squeezing his pole as he eased further and further inside. When he was completely inside, Katherine whispered, "Just give me another minute to get used to you. I feel like you are going to split me in two." Dave nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. They kissed tenderly for a moment before Katherine pushed his hips back gently. Dave followed her lead and slowly pulled back. When he was almost completely withdrawn he gently pushed forward again. Even with the latex shield he could still feel Katherine's hot love tunnel squeezing him. When he reached bottom he pulled back slightly faster and then pushed forward again. Katherine's face had returned to normal and her moans seemed to be from pleasure now instead of pain. Dave slowly increased the pace of his thrusting and Katherine grasped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him inside harder and harder. They were both moaning and thrusting to meet each other as Jennifer began sucking Katherine's breasts. Dave's orgasm was growing quickly and he sensed that Katherine was also building to her own climax. He drove into her hard as he felt his balls fill up and as his euphoria flooded his senses he drove deep into her tight hole. As his prick began pulsating, Katherine reached her peak and she screamed through her loudest orgasm of the evening. Jennifer moved her head from Katherine's breasts as Dave collapsed on top of his black haired beauty. Katherine wrapped her arms around him and held him close as their two sweaty bodies pressed together as one. Dave closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort of Katherine's soft touch. After resting for several minutes Dave rolled onto his back and Jennifer moved between his legs. She peeled the condom off and held it up like a trophy. Dave looked at the piece of latex and was surprised to see some blood on it. Jennifer said, "I'll get rid of this." She left the room and Dave and Katherine grinned at each other as they heard the toilet flush. Jennifer returned and cuddled into to his side not occupied by Katherine. Both girls laid their heads on his chest and he stared down at them in wonder. He had to again ask himself why he was so blessed - both girls looked heavenly. Dave noticed that Jennifer was still wearing her skirt and he realized that it was her turn. He lifted his head and kissed her tenderly before he sat up and moved her to the middle of the bed. He started by kissing one of her feet. He briefly glanced at Katherine who seemed to be staring at him questioningly. He whispered, "If you like, you can start on the other foot." Katherine smiled and moved to the foot of the bed next to Dave and began licking and sucking Jennifer's toes. They both moved slowly up Jennifer's leg until their faces met at the top of her thighs. Jennifer's skirt was around her waist so Dave whispered, "Let's get this out of the way." He rolled Jennifer to her side and Katherine pulled the zipper down on the back. Dave then rolled her onto her back and bent her knees so he could pull her skirt and panties off. He tossed the garment on the floor as he stretched her legs out and returned to licking her thigh. Katherine was licking right beside him and as they reached Jennifer's bare mound Katherine whispered, "I've never done this before. How do I know if I'm doing it right?" Dave smirked, "Just think about what you yourself like and listen to Jennifer's reactions. You'll figure it out. I'll go first." Dave licked Jennifer's oozing slit before he thrust his tongue into her opening. She moaned and he slid two fingers inside her wetness as he sucked her clit. Jennifer was moaning loudly as she begged for more. Dave looked up at Katherine and she smiled as she saw his shimmering juice- covered face. He motioned for her to take over and she tentatively moved her face to Jennifer's mound. She could smell Jennifer's scent as she traced her tongue over the wet nether lips. The taste was similar to what her fingers tasted like after masturbating. She slid her tongue between Jennifer's inner lips and her tongue was flooded with juices. She loved the flavour and worked her way to Jennifer's clit where she sucked the engorged nub into her mouth. She pushed a finger inside Jennifer's simmering love hole and listened as Jennifer moaned in excitement. Jennifer's fingers began weaving through Katherine's black hair. Dave sat on the end of the bed and watched Katherine explore Jennifer's body. Katherine licked and sucked Jennifer for five minutes before Dave moved to Jennifer's large round breasts and sucked a rubbery nipple into his mouth. Katherine and Dave double teamed Jennifer to long erotic orgasm. When Katherine finally lifted her face from between Jennifer's legs, she was covered in juices. She moved up to Dave but Jennifer pulled her into her arms and licked her own juices off Katherine's face before she kissed her passionately, "That was incredible, Katherine. Thank you. Now I would like to feel Dave inside me." She looked at Dave but he didn't have to be asked twice. He moved to the foot of the bed but before he could get in position Jennifer suggested, "Why don't you stand on the floor and take me from behind while I get another taste of this lovely black-haired pussy." Dave and Katherine both grinned as Katherine lay on her back in front of Jennifer. Jennifer began licking Katherine's soft lips as Dave moved behind her and entered her from behind. Dave was surprised how much leverage he had by standing on the floor and he soon found a steady firm rhythm. He also liked not having to wear a condom. Jennifer's face was being driven into Katherine's wet snatch but neither girl seemed to mind as both steadily grew to sensual orgasms. Dave was holding Jennifer's hips driving hard into her as he felt his orgasm build. Jennifer climaxed just before Dave but he soon felt his balls fill up and he drove his seed deep inside her hot tunnel. He continued to thrust at a low rate as his withering penis slowly deflated. He watched as Jennifer refocused on Katherine and soon Katherine moaned and screamed through an orgasm as Jennifer licked and sucked her wet slit. All three teens collapsed together onto the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Dave woke about eleven o'clock and woke Katherine. They both got up and dressed while Jennifer remained in bed waiting for Dave to return. Dave drove Katherine home and they kissed passionately in the car in Katherine's driveway. Katherine asked shyly, "Does this mean we are going steady again." Initially surprised at the question after they had just made such passionate love, he realized her need for a formal declaration, kissed her, and answered, "Absolutely. I love you very much and have missed you all summer. I was really jealous of Charlie and I'm truly happy to have back in my life." A tear ran down Katherine's face as she gasped, "I love you too, Dave." They kissed again before Dave got out and walked her to the door. He kissed her on the doorstep and asked, "Are you coming to the airport tomorrow to see me off?" She hugged him and whispered into his ear, "Wild horses couldn't keep me away." He smiled, "I'll call you tomorrow." He kissed her again and left. The drive home was filled with thoughts of the evening and he was actually hard again by the time he got home. He made soft love to Jennifer once more before they fell asleep in each other's arms. They both slept soundly until eight o'clock. Dave woke first and kissed Jennifer softly as she slowly awakened. They took a shower together before Dave made a large breakfast for them both. The phone rang just as they finished eating. Roger asked, "Are you almost ready to go to the airport?" Dave replied, "Yes, I'll meet you there at ten o'clock." Roger agreed and hung up. Dave called Katherine and told her he would pick her up in twenty minutes. Dave and Jennifer quickly cleaned the dishes and then he went up and finished packing. His father had left him a suit bag for his dress pants and his freshly dry cleaned golf shirts. He also packed a small suitcase before he carried both bags to the car. His clubs were already in the trunk and he put his golf shoes in his small suitcase. As Jennifer climbed into the front seat Dave locked the house. They picked Katherine up on the way to the airport. Katherine kissed both of them as she got in the car. The drive to the airport was brief but Jennifer asked Katherine how she felt and Katherine said she was a little sore but extremely happy. At the airport Dave carried his golf clubs into the airport while both Katherine and Jennifer each carried a bag. He waited for his father who showed up shortly with his mother and two sisters. Dave and Roger checked their bags before they walked to the waiting area with the family. Dave told Jennifer he would miss her and he kissed her goodbye. Katherine moved into his arms after Jennifer and this time she didn't hesitate to give Dave a passionate kiss even though his family was there. Roger and Carol had suspected that something was going on when Katherine suddenly reappeared in Dave's life the previous week and they weren't too surprised to see her kiss Dave passionately. But Beth and Julie had not known anything about Katherine's re- emergence and both looked at Dave with surprise. He simply smiled. He kissed his mother and sisters goodbye before he followed his father towards security. Just before he got in line for security both Katherine and Jennifer ran over and kissed him goodbye again. They wished him luck as well. The flight to Toronto took under three hours and Roger and Dave were soon walking to the car rental parking lot to get their car. The RCGA had offered to transport Dave and Roger but Roger had decided having their own car would be more convenient. Roger also hoped he could visit some old school friends who now lived in Toronto and surrounding areas. The drive to Hamilton took about an hour and Roger and Dave were soon checked into the Sheraton hotel. Dave was given a package at check-in. Once they reached their room Dave went through the package thoroughly. There was information about the golf course and local restaurants. There was an agenda indicating the golf draws for both the Pro-Am tournaments. The Monday round was in the afternoon with a one o'clock shotgun start. Dave was teeing off on the par-4 fifth hole and he reviewed the course information thoroughly. He liked the idea of a shotgun start which means that all the groups playing are allocated a starting hole. There were usually two groups on each hole and when the starter sounds a horn the first group would tee-off. When the first group is out of reach, the second group tees off. The beauty of this time-conserving format was that all teams finished at roughly the same time. It was only three o'clock; Dave suggested that they go to the course so he could practice for a while. He was already bouncing with excitement and he hoped swinging the clubs would relax him. Roger finally agreed and they loaded the clubs back into the car and headed for the small town of Ancaster just west of Hamilton. They found the course easily but when they entered the pro shop the club pro politely told them that the course was closed for the Open. After Dave told the pro he was playing in the Open, the pro immediately changed his tune. He told Dave that he was welcome to use the practice facilities as much as he wanted. He did warn that there were a number of construction crews around adding bleachers and camera platforms for the live broadcast. Dave kind of shivered with excitement as he thought about the tournament being televised live. He thanked the pro and got four buckets of practice balls. He and Roger went to the practice range and they shared Dave's clubs as both hit balls for an hour. Dave then went to the putting green and putted for an hour before chipping for a half hour. It was after suppertime when they finally left the course. Dave thanked the pro and the pro wished him luck. Dave and Roger went out for supper before returning to the hotel. An hour after returning to the hotel, Dave went to the fitness room and was pleased to see some similar equipment to what the Missiles used for hockey conditioning. He worked out hard on various weight equipment for an hour before getting on a bicycle and riding hard for thirty minutes. He rested for ten minutes then jumped in the pool and swam hard for thirty minutes. As he pulled himself out of the pool completely exhausted, he noticed a man sitting in a chair beside the pool. The man looked familiar and it took Dave a few minutes to realize who it was. He smiled at PGA golfer Jeff Sluman as he dried himself. Jeff noticed Dave looking at him and said, "That was a long swim. You must be in good shape to go that hard for so long." Dave nodded, "Yeah, I'm just trying to stay in shape for hockey." Jeff pointed at Dave's eyes, "By the look of those eyes you should find a less violent sport." Dave laughed, "Well actually my sport is the same as yours - golf. But I like hockey, too." It was Jeff's turn to laugh, "You crazy Canadians seem to like pain. What caused the black eyes? Stick, puck, or fist?" Dave walked over to Jeff and put out his hand, "Fist, actually. I'm Dave MacDonald, Mr. Sluman. I'm playing in one of the amateur spots in the Open." Jeff smiled, "Please call me Jeff; Mr. Sluman makes me feel old - I'm not ready for the senior tour yet. Dave MacDonald. I've read about you. I read you could be the next up and coming superstar. Your name was mentioned in an article about junior prospects in the September issue of Golf Magazine. Who are you playing with on Thursday?" Dave was shocked that Jeff had heard of him. He was staring at him in a daze when he realized what he had been asked, "Oh, I'm playing with Mike Weir and Bob Estes." Jeff replied, "You'll enjoy Mike. He's a true gentleman. Estes is a good fellow too but pretty quiet on the course - all business you know." Dave could feel the conversation winding down so he said, "Nice to meet you Mr. ... Jeff. Good luck this week." "You too, Dave; I'll see you around the course." Dave nodded and pulled his stuff together before he walked back to his room. He thought about Jeff knowing him and he decided to pick up a Golf Magazine. When he reached his room he told his father about meeting Jeff Sluman and Roger immediately left the room to get the magazine. Dave showered; as he exited the bathroom his father was sitting on a bed reading Golf Magazine with a huge smile on his face. Dave pulled on some boxers and laid down on his bed patiently waiting to get a look at the article. Roger chuckled as he handed Dave the magazine, "They think you may be the next Tiger Woods." Dave stared at his father with a stunned look on his face before he slowly started to read the article. The article started out talking about O'Mahoney and his early dominance of the AJGA. The article talked about O'Mahoney's collegiate year and how his golf future looked very promising. After a thorough explanation of O'Mahoney, the article noted that O'Mahoney received some unexpected competition from a very strong young Canadian golfer. The article described Dave as a very large and intimidating young man who hit the ball farther than any junior since Tiger Woods. The article then did a physical comparison between Dave and Tiger. The article said that Dave was several inches taller than Tiger and twenty or thirty pounds heavier. The article suggested that Dave had potential to dominate golf much the way Tiger currently does. Dave finished the article and looked at his father, "I can't believe they're talking about me in the same sentence as Tiger." Roger looked very seriously at Dave, "Don't let it go to your head. Those are incredible comments but, remember who you are. You are Dave MacDonald the student, the Islander, the teenager. You have dealt very well with your unbelievable successes over the last year. Don't forget who you are - stay grounded." Dave nodded before he rolled over and watched television. He and his dad watched for an hour before Dave passed the remote to his father and pulled a pillow over his head to try to go to sleep. He started to think about Jeff Sluman knowing him and the article. His mind was racing thinking about the possibilities of his future when a small voice in his head screamed, "Dave, stay grounded." He immediately realized how easy it would be to believe all the talk. He had heard similar talk before but now he was hearing it from an actual PGA pro. He then thought about the arrogant British pricks he had met earlier that summer and he again told himself to remember who he was. He thought about the three young juniors he played with on Friday and how much fun they were having with the game. He finally changed his thoughts to hockey and fell asleep wondering how the Missiles were doing. He woke early the next day excited about the upcoming week. He waited for his father to shower before they went to eat in the hotel restaurant. After a large meal Dave and Roger left for the golf course. Dave wanted to spend the morning practicing. They reached the golf course shortly after eight o'clock and Dave went directly to the practice range. He was surprised to see several golfers already there and he recognized a few pros. Several of the pros had instructors with them - giving tips and working with their swings. Dave hit balls for ninety minutes. He started with his wedge and worked his way to his driver. He was very happy with his swing and felt confident. As he was leaving the practice tee he saw Jeff Sluman who walked over to Dave and shook his hand. Dave said hello and introduced Jeff to his father who had been looking quite bored watching Dave hit balls. Dave and Roger talked with Jeff briefly before Jeff went to the practice tee. Dave and Roger went to the practice green and Dave putted for an hour to get a good feel for the green. After putting Dave noticed a sign on a newly erected tent which read "Canadian Open Registration". He pointed out the sign to his father then walked towards the tent. When he entered the tent he saw several tables lined up along the back of the tent and two of the pros he had seen hitting balls on the practice range were standing at the table. Dave walked over to the table and after one of the pros left he stood in front of a man seated behind the table. The man smiled politely and said, "Sorry, son; this is the registration for the Open. Only the pros register here. There is different registration tent for the Pro-Am." Dave just smiled back, "I'm playing in the Open. My name is Dave MacDonald - I'm one of the amateur representatives." The man stood up and reached his hand toward Dave, "Sorry about that, nice to meet you Dave, I'm Randy Simpson from the RCGA. Good luck in the tournament. I understand you got your registration kit at the hotel." Dave nodded so Randy continued, "We normally hand out the registration kits here but we suspected you would want to see the agenda and tournament information as soon as you arrived. You don't have a sponsor so can you please fill out this form and give it back to me. It just asks your preferences for golf balls and other equipment." Dave filled out the forms and thanked Randy for his help. Dave and Roger decided to leave the course for a while to get something for dinner. They found a quiet restaurant and ordered fish and chips. Dave was happy to have a break from the course and they talked about his golf and his hockey. They returned to the course just after noon and Dave again went to the driving range. The driving range was very busy now and there were a mix of pros and amateurs. Each of the major golf club companies had tents set up and were lending clubs to amateurs to try. Dave thought how the pros were probably happy with their own clubs or were required to use their sponsor's equipment. Dave had been hitting balls for about ten minutes when a representative from Callaway walked up to him and asked if he would like to try some new clubs. Dave thanked the man but said he was happy with his own. The man watched Dave hit a few shots and complimented him on a nice swing before he left. Several minutes later the representative from Taylormade walked over to Dave. He looked in Dave's bag and saw the RAC irons and the 580 driver. He grinned and said, "I see you are a Taylormade man. That's great! Those tour blade irons are the best we have and so is the 580 driver. I see from your golf bag you are on the QAI junior golf team. Are you Dave MacDonald?" Dave smiled and nodded yes before the man continued, "I wasn't aware you used Taylormade clubs. Our senior management will be happy to know you play Taylormade. Would you like some hats or shirts to wear during the Open?" Dave immediately thought about possible impacts on his amateur status and collegiate eligibility and gratefully declined. Dave returned to hitting his driver and the Taylormade Rep stayed and watched. After Dave hit a couple big drives the rep complimented, "You do hit it big. Good luck in the Open." After hitting balls for forty-five minutes, Dave heard an announcement asking players to report to the clubhouse. At the clubhouse Dave found the group he was playing with and the three men seemed a little disappointed when they were introduced to Dave. Dave knew they were probably hoping for a high profile pro. Each team was provided with two golf cars but with Roger going with Dave there were five people so Dave put his clubs on a car but walked to the fourth tee with his father. The format of the tournament was a three man scramble for the amateurs while the pros played their own ball. The lower of the two scores on each hole was entered as the team score. In a scramble format each of the three amateurs hit off the tee and then they chose which shot they considered the best, usually the farthest, and all three players hit their second shot from that position. This procedure is followed right through the hole so once the players reached the green they collectively have three putts to sink the ball. The day went well and Dave was happy with his play. The course was not long by PGA standards; less than seven thousand yards but, it was setup very tough and the rough was long at four inches tall. All shots from the rough were very difficult. Dave was happy he shot one under par sixty-nine. His teammates were very pleased they had drawn him when he almost drove the first green and made an easy birdie. Dave added four more birdies and one eagle. His individual score was pushed up by two double bogeys and two bogeys. The team finished fourth in the Pro-Am and the three amateurs each received nice prizes. If Dave had been a pro he would have received $8,000 for his finish but he couldn't accept the money. The tournament supplied a meal after the round followed by the formal presentation ceremonies. The three teammates, now quite happy they had been paired with Dave, thanked Dave and wished him luck in the tournament before they left. During the round, Dave and Roger had spent a lot of time on the course checking out each hole and possible risk areas to avoid. He had clearly found two of the many risk areas and made double bogey each time. Dave was surprised when on the first hole Roger pulled out a small notepad and made several notes about distances. Dave teased him about trying to be a professional caddy and Roger teased back saying he was just trying to keep Dave out of trouble. Dave and Roger returned to the hotel happy with the first day at the Open.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Six - Tactical Retreat Dave woke at his usual time on Saturday morning. He felt tired after a very fitful sleep. He had tossed and turned all night thinking about Jennifer's concern over his meeting other girls while on the road. He had asked himself if he had avoided talking about Sheri because he knew Jennifer would be upset. Had he become too promiscuous? He had slept with a lot of women over the last year. His mind was still churning when he exited the elevator and saw Jennifer smiling at him in the lobby. He walked to her and kissed her tenderly. He put on a false front and pretended not to be distracted by his concerns for her. She just thought he was distracted by his final round of golf. The morning routine did not go well as Dave could not seem to refocus on his golf. As he sat staring out the window of the caf he continued to think about Jennifer and his new problem. They walked back to the hotel and he kissed her goodbye as he entered the restaurant. The team was going to the course earlier today because Bob had an earlier tee time. Dave ate quietly while the team and coaches left him to his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on his golf game but all the women he had been with over the last year kept taking over his thoughts. When the team got to the golf course Dave went right to the practice range and hit balls for an hour. He thought that hitting balls would take his mind off his sudden guilt but it didn't work. Dave heard Bob's name called to the first tee and knew he still had an hour before his tee time. He putted for a while before he found a secluded place in the clubhouse. He sat down and put his head in his hands. He thought, "Okay now, Dave, time to think only about golf. You have one more round to win the national title and show the American colleges that your golf in Carolina wasn't just a fluke." He thought about the first hole and started to visualize his plan for that hole. He worked his way through all eighteen holes and finally felt better about his concentration. He went back to the driving range and pictured the specific holes on the course as he hit shots. When he finally heard his name called to the first tee he thought he was ready. He got to the tee and both Phil and Guy were already there. Dave exchanged cards with them and waited for his turn to hit. He hit last because he was the leader. Both Guy and Phil hit good drives into the middle of the fairway. Dave pulled out his driver but made the mistake of glancing around at the crowd to find his parents. He found them and Jennifer was standing beside them smiling at him. The minute he looked into her eyes, the guilt consumed his thoughts again and he struggled to get focused on his shot. It seemed as if the pressure of a major tournament had made him super-sensitive and provoked an expanding guilt-trip from meager facts. After his pre-shot routine, he stood over the ball and hit a big hook down the left side. Down the left side and into the waste bunker. That was the first time he started his round by hitting into the waste bunker. His ball had actually traveled as far as both Guy and Phil but he was farthest from the green because he was so off line; he had to hit his second shot before they hit. He was confident he could hit his four-iron the two hundred and ten yards to the green. He put a solid swing on the ball but the ball faded to the right and finished in a greenside sand trap. Both Guy and Phil hit their second shots onto the green. As Dave walked to the green he kept telling himself, "Focus, focus -fairways and greens". His ball was sitting nicely up in the sand trap and he had lots of green to work so he was confident he could make a good shot. He blasted the ball to six feet. Phil two-putted while Guy made his birdie putt. Dave lined up his putt and made a solid firm putt. The ball hit the back of the hole and dropped in. Dave told himself, "Good par. Keep grinding." He again started telling himself, "Fairways and greens." On the second hole Dave again hooked the ball into the waste bunker. He was quickly losing confidence in his usually very dependable driver. His second shot on the long par five was much better as he hit a five iron back into the middle of the fairway. Guy and Phil were both in the fairway just past him in two shots. Dave had one hundred and thirty yards to the pin and he put a smooth ninety percent swing on his pitching wedge. The ball landed just past the hole and spun back to finish just two feet from the cup. Dave controlled his emotions and didn't do any hand pumps; he simply said to himself, "Good swing - you're back on track now." Guy made a great shot and finished four feet from the hole while Phil hit his ball to within twenty feet. Phil two-putted for par before Guy ran in his second consecutive birdie. Dave focused on his putt and made a solid, firm birdie putt. Dave could feel his confidence returning. On the long par-three third hole, Guy hit his approach shot onto the green twenty-five feet from the hole. Dave hit smooth six-iron twelve feet from the hole. Phil missed the green right. Phil chipped on but missed his par putt. Guy ran his put just past the hole and tapped in for par. Dave made a good putt that grazed the lip but didn't fall in. He tapped in for par; he was still three shots ahead of Guy. The fourth hole was a shorter par-four - under four-hundred yards. Guy hit a solid driver down the middle. He continued to put the pressure on Dave. Dave chose his three-wood and hit it smoothly down the left side but remained in the fairway. Phil hit his shot left into the waste bunker. Phil's second shot finished just short of the green. Dave hit next and put a very good swing on his pitching wedge. The ball finished eight feet from the hole. Guy hit last and his ball finished fifteen feet from the hole. Phil chipped his third shot close before Guy missed his birdie putt. Dave settled over his ball and rolled the birdie putt into the right side of the hole. The birdie gave Dave a four stroke lead again. Dave strode to the next tee confident and refocused but as he reached for his driver he looked up at the crowd following him and Jennifer's face jumped out of the crowd. As he looked at her he heard the word 'Cheater!' echo in his mind. He looked closely at her but she simply smiled - he had imagined it. Dave had become his own enemy and distracter. He stood over his ball and tried to visualize a good swing but, as he actually hit the ball, he felt his right hand turn over too much and the ball rocketed off-line to the left, again. His ball went into the woods left of the fairway. He cursed himself as he pulled his wooden tee from the ground and returned to his bag to dig out a second golf ball to hit in case his first ball could not be found. After both Guy and Phil hit solid drives, Dave changed to his three-wood and hit his provisional ball into the middle of the fairway. The walk up the fairway was filled with Dave making nasty comments towards himself, "Stupid idiot - don't choke!" Suddenly, Dave stopped walking and decided to take a moment to think. After a brief reflection he changed his mind set, "Stop talking negative - think positive. Let's find this ball and get it back in play. Play one shot at a time." After a short search they found his ball in the thinly wooded area. Dave actually had a decent shot back to the fairway. He chose his six-iron and hit it three-quarters because a tree behind him prevented a full swing. Dave managed to hit the ball back into the fairway but he was still well over two- hundred and twenty yards from the green on the long par-five. Phil hit a great three-wood for his second shot and was only fifty yards from the front of the green. Guy hit a long iron shot near the one-hundred yard marker. Dave had to hit his third shot next. He determined he was two-hundred and twenty-two yards from the hole. He took out his five-iron and made a solid swing; the ball finished on the green, twenty feet from the hole. Guy hit a nice wedge shot eight feet from the hole and Phil chipped his shot to four feet. Dave made a good putt, but missed. He tapped in a short par putt. He was happy he made a par but he was worried that he would lose some momentum to Guy who had a makeable birdie putt. Dave watched as Guy rolled his birdie putt over the edge. Dave was relieved - he didn't lose any of his lead and, more importantly, Guy had missed out on a good opportunity to gain the momentum. Phil made his birdie putt which brought him to within four strokes again. Over the next nine holes, Dave continued to scramble. He hit his driver poorly but he managed to make several very good chip shots and a few good sand trap shots to save pars. He had had one bogey, one birdie, and seven pars on those holes. He was even par over the nine holes and had only lost one stroke to Guy and actually gained a stroke on Phil. Dave was now three shots ahead of Guy and five ahead of Phil. There were only four holes left so Dave tried to focus on making pars which would force Guy to go three under on the last four holes just to tie. The fifteenth was a long, downhill par-five. Dave would normally hit his driver and have little or no trouble hitting an iron onto the green for his second shot; but today he didn't trust his driver. Guy hit first and his long drive put him in reach of the green in two. Dave had managed to put Jennifer out of his mind and hadn't once looked at the crowd since the fifth hole. He pulled out his three-wood and hit it really well. It was still short of Guy's solid drive; but it was well-positioned. Phil hit his drive left into the rough. Phil hit an iron back into the fairway around the one-hundred yard marker. Dave stood over his ball and he had two-hundred and sixty yards to the hole. A really good three-wood could get there and he debated going for it. He finally decided that Guy could easily get home in two as he was thirty yards closer than Dave, so Dave went for it with his three-wood. He hit it solidly and the ball rolled just onto the front of the green. Guy hit a good five-wood and ended up twelve feet from the hole. Phil hit his wedge shot fifteen feet from the hole. Dave putted first and he rolled the fifty-foot putt to within four feet. Phil missed his birdie but tapped in for par. Guy looked at his putt from all angles and finally settled over his ball. He hit a firm putt that hit dead centre of the hole and dropped in for an eagle. He pumped his fist in excitement as he retrieved the ball from the hole. Dave lined up his putt and stroked it towards the hole. The ball lost speed as it neared the hole and moved from dead middle to the left side of the cup; Dave stopped breathing. The ball curled around the hole in apparent slow-motion and hesitantly dropped in for a heart-stopping birdie. Dave was relieved he had only lost one stroke to Guy. He was now two up with three holes left. Dave made par on both sixteen and seventeen - he made a good chip on sixteen and then a great sand shot on seventeen both of which helped save his par. Guy meanwhile made par on sixteen and birdie on seventeen. He was now only one stroke behind Dave as they stood on the tee of the last hole. Guy had honors and hit a large drive down the middle. Dave didn't think Guy could get on the long par-five last hole in two with that drive. He immediately pulled out his three-wood and hit it solidly down the middle. Phil hit a good drive but he was now five strokes behind Dave so he wasn't on Dave's primary radar any longer. After Phil hit his second shot to just inside the one-hundred yard marker, Dave stood over his ball. He had almost three-hundred yards to the green and chose his six-iron. After a smooth swing the ball flew straight, bounced a few times, and settled just past the one-hundred-yard marker. Guy's drive was again twenty yards ahead of Dave's and he must have been feeling some pressure because Guy immediately pulled out his three-wood. The camera crews from the previous day returned; but this time Guy totally ignored them. He hit a huge three-wood which bounced short of the green and rolled just onto the front of the green, thirty-five feet from the hole. Dave's ball was a little farther from the hole than Phil so he hit next. He put a smooth swing on his sixty degree wedge; the ball hit eight feet from the hole and stopped dead. Phil hit onto the green and eventually two-putted but Dave was totally focused on his putt as he walked to the green. Dave looked at Guy's long putt and immediately told himself, "He will make his putt. I have to make mine." Dave lined his putt up and was confident it would only break about three inches. He noticed Guy move to his ball so he stood back and was quietly waiting for Guy. After a short study, Guy hit a solid putt and it was rolling right at the hole. Dave had convinced himself before Guy putted that the putt would go in but, as the ball neared the hole, it rolled a little right and lipped out. Guy was on his knees begging and praying for the ball to drop - but it didn't and stopped just inches behind the hole. A disappointed Guy walked up and tapped in for birdie. Dave was relieved but he still needed to make his putt to avoid a playoff. Guy had most of the momentum the last few holes and Dave didn't want to have to play any extra holes. He watched Phil finish out before he stood over his ball and focused on his line. He settled on the line then took two smooth practice swings. He was confident of the weight. He kept telling himself, "Straight back - straight through!" He pulled the putter back and stoked the ball firmly. The ball rolled across the smooth green and curled the expected three inches before it hit dead in the middle of the back of the cup and dropped straight down. Dave dropped to his knees. He felt as if he had just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson and was on his last legs. He dropped his head to the green in relief - he didn't blow it! He finally stood and walked to Guy and shook his hand before he shook Phil's hand. Then he turned and faced his parents and Jennifer. Both his mother and Jennifer were crying with happiness and Dave walked to them. All four came together in a group hug. Dave felt so happy that it was finally over. He had put so much pressure on himself to win that in the end it wasn't joy he felt - just total relief. The relief stage passed quickly however and the victory suddenly settled in. Dave hugged Jennifer and his family again before he walked towards the scoring tent. Several interviewers were lined up trying to talk to him but an RCGA representative told them Dave had to sign his card before he could do any interviews. Dave carefully completed his card and signed it before he again congratulated both Guy and Phil. Dave walked out of the tent and was immediately ushered off to do an interview with Michael Whelan. Dave did three more interviews before the RCGA representative who had stopped the earlier interviews lead Dave to the eighteenth green for the formal presentation. The RCGA president, Doug Ross announced, "We are very pleased to present the championship to Dave MacDonald from QAI. Many of you will remember that Dave was prevented from finishing the tournament last year due to an accident; but he finished and won this year in one of the most exciting tournaments in many years. Please come forward and receive your trophy, Dave." Dave strolled through the crowd to a boisterous applause. He thanked the President and the RCGA before he thanked the Le Diable golf course for providing a true test of golf. He held the trophy high above his head as the crowd again cheered. The formal presentation ended and dozens of well-wishers, including his coaches and teammates, congratulated him. Dave found Jennifer and his family and was showing them the trophy when a man approached them. He was a recruiter who wanted to represent Dave. Dave thanked the man but said he was already arranging his future on his own. Two more men approached with similar offers but Dave gratefully declined those as well. As the crowd thinned out, Roger suggested, "We checked out of our room. We should go get your stuff from the hotel before we go to supper. We will drop Carol and Jennifer at the airport on the way to Hartford. We won't get all the way to Hartford tonight but we should at least get into Vermont." Dave agreed as he followed his parents to the car. His team had already left for the hotel where they were staying one more night before driving home the next day. Jennifer and his parents talked excitedly about his golf game but Dave kept thinking about how distracted he had been and whether he should tell Jennifer everything now or wait until he got back from Hartford. Then he thought, "Oh, my God, I'm going to see Sheri again. I have to push her away and make it clear that I'm not interested in her." He finally felt better as he decided he would just end anything with Sheri before it even started. The pressure to win and the new plan with Sheri seemed to take a huge weight off his shoulders. Back at the hotel, he packed quickly and told Bob to enjoy the room to himself. Bob wished Dave luck in Hartford as he left. Coach Steve was waiting for Dave in the lobby and also congratulated him and wished him luck in the US. Dave thanked him before he walked out the door. Roger drove to a restaurant where the meal was filled with talk of Dave's golf. Dave felt as if he were being told a story he didn't know. His perspective was much different - the first three days had felt like the first six rounds of a boxing match in which he jumped to an early lead before spending the final four boxing rounds being pummeled on the ropes. Jennifer and his mom made it sound more as if he had been a warrior who fought off the evil intruder. Dave was mostly just happy it was over. After supper they drove to the airport in Montreal and escorted the women inside. It was two hours before the women finally walked through the departure gate after lots of goodbye kisses and good luck wishes for Dave. Back on the road again, Roger and Dave worked their way through Montreal and Roger was happy he had gotten a detailed route instruction sheet off the internet from Map Quest because the local roads were very confusing. After crossing a few bridges they drove away from Montreal towards Vermont. An hour later they were in Vermont and cruising down Interstate 89 heading towards Burlington. They reached Burlington before midnight and stopped for the night. The drive had been very hectic at first as they tried to follow the complicated directions through Montreal; but after that both Roger and Dave just listened to the radio playing as the drive unfolded. After finding a motel in Burlington, they went right to bed and slept soundly until nine o'clock. They ate breakfast then checked out. It was ten o'clock when they hit the road again and Dave was in a more talkative mood following his good sleep. They talked about the Le Diable course and about the beautiful village. Roger finally broke the casual conversation with a pointed question, "Dave, I could tell you were really distracted yesterday. I saw you play the final round in North Carolina and I think I have an idea how you adapt to pressure. Yesterday you seemed different. Is there something you would like to talk about?" Dave felt as if a thousand pound rock was being lifted off his shoulders and he opened the floodgates of confession as he told his father all about Sheri, her impact on himself, how he had been thinking about her more and more since he got home, and how he had asked him to book at the Comfort Inn because he knew she would be there. He also explained about Jennifer's confession of insecurity and how the guilt which uncontrollably welled up in Dave had really distracted him during the golf day. Roger sat quietly and listened intently. Even after Dave had finished his very long and detailed explanation, Roger continued to stare wordlessly at the unfolding highway scene in front of him. Dave waited patiently for his father's thoughtful advice. After what seemed like forever to Dave, but was actually only several moments, Roger started, "Dave, first of all I must apologize. I never imagined that Jennifer coming with us would ever be a distraction - but that obviously was the case. I'm sorry I brought her without your prior knowledge." Dave nodded but that was not what he was looking for by way of advice. Roger continued, "I have noticed that you have had a relatively open relationship with Jennifer. She shared you with Ann last year and then she shared you with Sam just last week." Dave looked at his father quizzically as he wondered just how much his father knew about the night with Sam. Roger picked up on the look immediately and added, "I know all about it. Your mother and I have a very strong, somewhat open, relationship as well and she tells me everything. Jennifer seems to be okay with you sharing other women with her - but she expects you to remain otherwise true to her. I feel that whenever you open your relationship up to other people it becomes very, very important to discuss all the boundaries of the relationship." Dave thought about that for a second and then listened as his father continued, "What does Jennifer think of Sarah? I suspect you did more than just visit in England..." Dave blushed a little and explained, "I told Jennifer all about England as well - and we both agreed that, because we were not actually going together at the time, relationships that developed there were acceptable." Roger nodded, "Okay, so, as you know, I was with you in North Carolina and, unless you snuck around on me, I know you didn't go out of your way to be with Sheri." Dave immediately replied, "Hell no! At first I didn't even like her!" Roger smiled, "Exactly, so you didn't actually do anything wrong while you were there. Your thoughts about her are just that - thoughts. As long as you don't act on any of your thoughts then you have done nothing wrong. However, that said, if your thoughts of another girl begin to consume all your time then you should seriously consider whether your existing girlfriend is really who you want. That is a much tougher decision. Let me give you this one piece of advice. I have worked at the hospital for a long time. I make good money and I work hard to earn it. I was approached two years ago by a business man I knew who wanted me to work for him. He was starting a very exciting new business and the pay and work would both have been very good. I laboured over the decision for days. Your mother and I talked about it extensively. In the end I decided that I loved the job I had and I stayed with the hospital. "The businessman offered the job to another friend of mine and I met that friend six months after he took the job. The friend told me how exciting the job was and how much he was enjoying it. I was instantly jealous and even regretted turning the job down. Two months ago the company went bankrupt and both the businessman and my friend are now looking for new work. As the old saying goes - the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Life will be filled with very difficult decisions. You have to get the most information you can and then make what you think is the best decision. Just remember that new situations often have their own set of disadvantages that can surface later." Dave thought about his father's words for a long time. Miles seemed to disappear quickly and they were soon on Interstate 91 heading south for Hartford. Dave thought about Jennifer and he knew he loved her deeply. He didn't really know Sheri at all and what he did know was possibly a product of his imagination - very volatile and speculative. He briefly thought about Ann going crazy on him in Charlestown and he immediately knew he didn't want anything similar to that to happen again. In the end he decided he would treat Sheri with respect and he would go out of his way to make sure he did not lead her on. He loved Jennifer and he didn't want a little fling with Sheri to end that. On the other hand, Sheri had appeared, unbidden, in his dreams-he would definitely have to deal with the situation. After stopping briefly for gas, they arrived in Hartford around two o'clock. They checked into the Comfort Inn then went out to eat. After a filling supper they returned to the hotel and rested for a while before Dave went down to the pool. He swam laps for thirty minutes before joining his father beside the pool. They talked about his summer and Roger actually teased Dave a bit about the bullets he had dodged the previous day during his golf game. Roger said he could tell Dave's golf focus had come and gone and that Dave had really scrambled to save some critical pars. Dave finally laughed and replied, "I seem to learn a new lesson every tournament." Roger agreed, "Dave, I have been doing my job or a variation of the same job for twenty years and I still learn something new at least once a week, sometimes several times a day - that's life." Dave just nodded as he noticed a tall blonde figure walk onto the pool deck. He noticed Sheri immediately and before she saw him he turned and made a point of looking in his father's direction. Sheri strolled by and Dave noticed she seemed to be swinging her hips more than usual. She smiled at him, "Hi, Sasquatch. How is the great white North?" Dave replied without any tone of malice, "Fine, Barbie; how's the sunny South?" She replied, "Fine." as she kept walking to an available lounger. Dave returned to talking to his father. After spending a few hours at the pool Dave and Roger went back to the room and watched a movie. They went to sleep early. Dave woke early and called the course to confirm his practice round. He didn't have to qualify so his tee time was late in the morning. He was told his playing partners and he was surprised to hear Josh Skinner was in his group. Dave thought how Josh must have earned an exemption the previous week in Pittsburg. Dave pulled on his bathing suit and went out for a swim. After spending an hour in the pool, he returned to his room and showered. His father woke shortly after and within thirty minutes they were eating their breakfast. Dave asked to be dropped off at the course early to work on his driver. Roger agreed and said he was going to go shopping for the day. Dave spent ninety minutes on the driving range with a significant portion spent on his driver. He remembered his lesson earlier in the spring where the pro told him to stop using a different swing on his driver but simply use his normal swing. Dave thought about the tips the pro had given him and he tried to start again at the beginning. He concentrated on his alignment first. He took his stance then laid one of his irons on the ground in front of his toes. He walked back to see if the shaft of the iron was pointed in the direction he had felt with his stance. He was slightly right of his target. He thought how lining up too far to the right might make him turn his hands over too much to adjust. He took his stance again and adjusted his feet to correct the alignment. After confirming the iron across his toes was pointed as expected, Dave hit a few balls. He concentrated on make a long, full swing. The first few swings felt a little awkward but the ball went straight with just a small draw. Dave hit more and more shots with the driver and soon the awkwardness was gone. His ball was starting correctly on his planned line and then drawing slightly to the left. After spending a full hour just working on his driver he finally felt comfortable enough to move to his other clubs. He hit his long irons then finished with his short irons. Dave walked from the tee with the confidence he had when he had won in North Carolina. He was pumped up and ready to take on O'Mahoney, again. He had been putting for twenty minutes when Josh walked up to him. Dave had not seen him since North Carolina and immediately put out his hand to greet him. Dave said, "I see we are playing together today. You must have played well in Pittsburgh." Josh nodded, "Yes, I finished third. I played really well. I asked to play with you today, by the way; I hope you don't mind." Dave replied, "Mind? No, I was pleased to hear your name in my group. Did O'Mahoney win last week?" Josh seemed to smile, "No, he didn't even play. I heard he had been really pissed off when you beat him the week before and, when he found out you were coming to Hartford, he skipped Pittsburgh and came here to practice instead. I told you he would be gunning for you." Dave just smiled, "Well, this week should be fun than, shouldn't it?" Josh just shook his head as he started practicing. After a while Josh asked, "How did you do in your tournaments?" Dave didn't want to brag so, without a lot of emotion, he simply answered, "I won both my provincial tournament and the Canadian National Championship." Josh could see Dave didn't seem to want to talk about those successes so he simply congratulated him with a "That's great, Dave." Josh then went back to putting. Dave had a good feel for the tempo of the greens and he was looking forward to seeing the course without the pressure to qualify. He eventually looked at his watch and asked Josh, "Ready to play?" Josh nodded and picked up his balls. Dave had just pulled his clubs onto his back and was ready to walk to the first tee when he heard that all-too-familiar voice, "Keep it in the short stuff, Sas." Dave just nodded politely to Sheri as he walked to the first tee with Josh at his side. The practice round at the private Hop Meadow Country Club was very enjoyable. They were playing the back tees which made the course just under seven thousand yards long. The longest tees at this course were blue tees. It was very challenging, but fair, and Dave was happy with his two-over-par seventy-four. Josh had shot seventy-three while their two other playing partners shot seventy- six and seventy-eight. Dave's father was waiting for him at the clubhouse when he finished and, after Dave introduced Josh to his father, Dave and Roger left. Dave suggested they go to supper and then maybe to a movie. Roger thought that would be fun so they spent the evening out. Dave was actually trying to avoid Sheri and avoid having to deal with either the real Sheri or the one from his dreams. They returned to the hotel at nine-thirty and went right to bed. Dave had an early tee time the next day - eight-fifteen. He woke when the phone rang at six-fifteen. He showered quickly then waited for his father to shower. They ate breakfast and arrived at the course shortly after seven. Dave practiced and was ready when he was called to the first tee. He hit a huge drive right down the middle then turned and smiled at his father as if to say "I'm baaaaack" Dave played at a very high level all day and by the end of the round he carded a sixty-five. He thought, "Beat that, O'Mahoney!" Dave was low score when he finished but most of the field had teed off after him. He asked his father if they could go back to the hotel instead of waiting to see what other players shot. They ate a late diner then spent the day beside the pool. Dave was glad to have the time to wind down as he had really been juiced for his round that day. Late in the afternoon Roger went back to his room and Dave was sitting in a lounger relaxing when he heard, "Great round today, Sas" Dave opened his eyes to see the shapely Sheri standing beside him. The first thing he noticed was that the conservative one-piece suit was gone and a very sexy pink bikini barely covered Sheri's curves. He knew this new image would be hard to forget but he only smiled politely at her and replied, "Thanks Barbie. How did you do?" She smiled with a grin that exposed a lot of teeth, "I knew you would post a low number so I had to play my best. I shot seventy." Dave nodded, "That's great. Are you leading?" She replied, "Yes, by five strokes. Did you know O'Mahoney shot sixty-three and tied the course record? I heard he played the course for practice four times over the last week. Rumor is he doesn't want to lose to you again because he thinks you might take the national championship from him. Are you going for the US championship as well? I heard today that you won the Canadian championship." Dave simply shrugged, "The US championship isn't on my schedule. Actually, the last tournament I have planned is this tournament. After that I'm going home to relax and enjoy the rest of my summer." Sheri smiled her high-wattage smile again, "I guess one National Title is enough. Did you get many scholarship offers after you left North Carolina?" He smiled, "Actually I did, but the recruiters seem to be waiting to make sure that one weekend victory wasn't just a fluke. Hopefully the Canadian title will get some more serious offers on the table. Have you gotten many offers?" Sheri looked very serious as she lay down on the lounger beside him, "I have you to thank for a lot more offers for me as well. After I came from behind to win in North Carolina, I got ten really good offers - full scholarships. They liked the way I fought back to win. I didn't dare tell them I was just trying to catch a dumb Sasquatch." She was smiling at Dave as she called him a dumb Sasquatch. He just laughed as he realized she was only teasing him. But the new, resolute Dave made sure he didn't let his eyes wander, even though he was dying to get a better look at her luscious body. They continued to talk casually for fifteen minutes before Dave politely said, "I have to go eat supper. Good luck tomorrow." Sheri replied, "You too." Dave found his father in their room. He was talking on the phone and as Dave entered Dave heard his father say, "He just walked in, I'll put him on." Dave walked to his father's bed and took the phone. He heard his mother say, "Congratulations on a great round, Dave. I'm glad to hear you're hitting your driver better." Dave replied, "Thanks, Mom. The driver felt really good today." She added, "Good luck tomorrow and Thursday. Jennifer would like to say hello." Dave again answered, "Thanks, Mom." Jennifer's excited voice came over the phone, "Great round today, Dave. I was worried about you." Dave smiled as he knew Jennifer really didn't know much about golf but even she could see he had been struggling the final day at Le Diable. He spoke softly to her, "Thanks. I miss you and I love you." She also spoke softly, "I miss and love you too. Have a good week and we'll see you Friday." Dave said goodbye before he hung up. He smiled at his father, "So what's the plan for supper?" Roger replied, "I ordered a pizza." Dave nodded and sat on his bed. He turned on the television and started watching a movie. The pizza arrived shortly and, after Dave and Roger ate their fill, they rented an in-room action movie from the hotel and relaxed for the evening. Dave knew his tee time was not until ten o'clock so he stayed up a little later. Eventually he went to sleep and slept soundly thinking about Jennifer's soft voice. He was determined to take his father's advice to heart and decided that Jennifer's hairless muff was better than any possible muff on the other side of the fence. He woke up refreshed and ready for another big day. After their morning routine Roger and Dave arrived at the course at eight-thirty. Dave perused the scoreboard and was pleased to see Josh had shot a sixty-nine. He was sitting in fourth place. Dave practiced and, when his name was called to the tee, he was ready. He wished Sheri luck as he walked past her - she was putting on the practice green. She calmly smiled and returned the sentiment. So far, Dave's plan of polite distance seemed to be working. Dave had another good day. He didn't play quite as well as the first day but he was very happy with his sixty-seven. As he walked up to the leaderboard he was surprised to see that O'Mahoney had posted another great round of sixty-six. Dave just shook his head as the thought how even a sixty-seven had lost more ground. He scanned the scores and was pleased to see Josh shot another sixty- nine and was actually in third place. As long as one of the players still on the course didn't take over third place alone, Dave would be playing with Josh and O'Mahoney the next day. Dave and Roger left for the hotel. They ate a mid afternoon meal before Dave went out to rest by the pool. He relaxed for an hour before he climbed in the pool and swam laps for thirty minutes. He had just finished his laps and was relaxing in the shallow end of the pool when a pink bikini-clad body cut in front of him. He looked up, smiled at Sheri, and asked, "How'd you do today, Sheri?" Sheri looked at him quizzically and he realized that that was the first time he had ever called her by her real name. She smiled and replied, "Excellent; I shot seventy-one and have an eight stroke lead. I see you played well - but O'Mahoney is really hot." Dave just shrugged, "I was really pleased with how I struck the ball. The score was good too. I can only do my best; I can't control what O'Mahoney does." They continued to talk about the golf while standing in the pool; but, as they did, Dave noticed that Sheri kept moving closer and closer to him. It might have been unconscious on her part, but it alarmed him. He casually moved backward but for every step backward he took it seemed she took one and half forward. Dave suddenly felt his back against the wall of the pool and he could not move back any farther. Sheri kept moving closer. She was still talking casually to Dave but he could see in her widened eyes that she had much more planned. He was about to tell her he had a girlfriend when he felt her round breasts press into his chest and her lips connect with his lips. Sheri's hands went right to the back of his head and her tongue darted into his mouth even as he tried to tell her to stop. The kiss was very hot and passionate and Dave fought off, with every ounce of will he had, the urge to return the embrace of the gorgeous blonde. After a steamy thirty-second kiss during which Dave's emotions went on a ride on the steel roller coaster of approach-avoidance, Dave finally found the required fortitude to place his hands on her shoulders and gently push her back so he could focus on her face. He controlled his breathing, stared directly into her eyes, and softly said, "Sheri, you are truly beautiful and very attractive. I would love to have a relationship with you, get to know you better - but I have a girlfriend at home that I love dearly and I cannot and will not betray her trust. I'm sorry. I better go to my room now." Sheri looked as if he had slapped her in the face. At first she looked confused and embarrassed but then her expression turned to what seemed to be total anger. Dave climbed out of the pool, glanced at her over his shoulder, and he knew by that look that she wanted to rip him to pieces. Dave first thought, he should stay and talk this through; but then he realized that the path of additional interaction was filled with even more traps. He felt as if he were a kind of coward as he grabbed his towel and walked quickly to his room; but he knew this was a potential fight that no one would win - only hurtful and very bad things would be said. As he walked back to his room he thought, "What do war strategists call what I did? A tactical retreat - that's it." Dave felt as if he had ducked an arrow aimed at his heart.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Nine - The Roller Coaster of Life Dave woke early, very early; he realized he could not go to the range to practice so he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. He couldn't sleep as his mind returned to thinking about his options, should he be suspended. Eventually he heard Colby wake up and climb off the top bunk. When Colby left for the bathroom, Dave got up and pulled on his robe. He brushed his teeth and was sitting in his chair when Colby returned. Dave got right to the point, "Colby, I'm sorry I was in such foul humor yesterday. Keith has been a real asshole about me playing in the Canadian Open. You may hear some rumors today, so I want you to hear what happened from me, first. Keith was being his normal ignorant self and shooting off his face. He made a comment about my father that pissed me off so I started to verbally abuse him. He can give abuse but he doesn't take it so well and he made a very ignorant, totally disgusting comment about my mother. I lost my temper and I hit him, cutting him just below the eye. Coach Dawes saw me hit Keith and, when I wouldn't tell him what Keith said to provoke things - I was suspended from practice. Alec checked out my potential punishment and, if this incident goes to the athletic department, I will be suspended a week from classes and two weeks from all sports activities." Colby was surprised to hear Dave's story and he said he was sorry Dave was in trouble. He then thanked Dave for telling him. Dave asked if he wanted to go eat breakfast and the two roommates left for the dining hall together. Dave ate a good breakfast and, after Colby left for class, Dave returned to his room and started studying again. Shortly after nine o'clock Dave heard a knock on the door and, when he opened it, he saw Coach Toombs. Coach Toombs said that Coach Dawes wanted to see Dave immediately. Dave nodded and grabbed his DeaconOne card before he followed Coach Toombs to the golf center. As they walked, Coach Toombs explained that Darcy had come to him and told him what Keith had said. He further explained that Darcy was very afraid of possible repercussions and didn't want Keith or Will to know he had told on them. Dave was relieved that Coach Toombs knew the truth and asked if he had told Coach Dawes. Coach Toombs looked wistful as he said he had told Coach Dawes, but Coach Dawes would not publicly criticize Keith unless one of the four involved came forward and told the truth about what had been said. Dave was angry that Coach Dawes didn't seem willing to deal with the problem, and that problem, he thought, was Keith. When they arrived at the center, the team was practicing but Dave didn't even make eye contact with any of them as he followed Coach Toombs to Coach Dawes' office. They knocked on the door, then entered and sat down. Coach Dawes spoke immediately, "Dave, I have heard indirectly what Keith said and if you are willing to confirm that formally, I'll deal with Keith formally." Dave was mad that again it was being put on him to point fingers and lay blame. Dave had thought a lot about whether he would tell on Keith but he didn't believe he should. He replied, "Coach, I'm not a snitch. As much as I dislike Keith, I still consider myself part of this team and teammates must trust each other. I believe that real men take responsibility for their actions. I admit I punched Keith and all I will say is he provoked me and I know I was justified. If Keith isn't man enough to tell you the truth, then he will never gain my respect." Coach Dawes shook his head, "Well Dave, I can't discipline Keith if nothing is disclosed, formally." Dave simply nodded, "I'm not really worried about Keith; I'll stay clear of him as long as he does the same. How will I be discipline?" Coach Dawes answered, "I have talked it over with Coach Toombs; and; as long as you both apologize to each other, I will drop this right now without getting the athletic department involved." Dave was relieved but he looked very serious when he said, "I will apologize but only after Keith apologizes. If he does not say he is sorry for his words, I will not apologize for hitting him." Coach Dawes shook his head and started to say something but Dave cut him off, "How would you feel if I said the same thing about you and your mother?" Coach Dawes suddenly looked reflective and he nodded, "I'll speak to Keith - wait here." Coach Dawes left the office and Coach Toombs said, "You will be a good business man someday, Dave. You seem to be a very convincing negotiator." Dave looked at Coach Toombs and simply shrugged. They remained quiet for ten minutes until Coach Dawes and Keith entered the room. Dave could see the start of a nasty black eye starting and a bandage covered the cut on Keith's face. Silently Dave celebrated, "Looks good on you, you fucking asshole." Besides the scars, Keith's face looked very angry. He walked to Dave. As Dave stood, Keith put out his hand and said, "I'm sorry for what I said." Dave shook his hand and replied, "I'm sorry I hit you." Keith looked at Coach Dawes who said, "Return to practice, Keith. Dave, go get your golf shoes on and start stretching." Dave happily nodded and started to walk towards the locker room. As he left Coach Dawes' office, the phone rang and Coach motioned for him to close the door behind him. Dave opened his locker and pulled out his shoes. He had just tied them when Coach Toombs entered, "Dave, there's been a complication. Coach Dawes wants you to wait here until he knows more about the complication." Dave looked at Coach Toombs in disbelief. He asked, "What complication?" Coach Toombs replied, "Coach Dawes simply told me there was a new problem - I don't know any more than you." Dave shook his head and began pacing around in the locker room; Coach Toombs left. Dave watched the clock tick off the minutes and it seemed like an eternity before Coach Toombs returned. The clock had advanced thirty minutes but it had felt like hours. Dave anxiously asked, "Do you know what is going on?" Coach Toombs simply shook his head. As they entered Coach Dawes' office, Dave could immediately see a lot of stress and concern on his Coach's face. Dave and Coach Toombs sat down as Coach Dawes began, "Dave, it seems one of the paparazzi who was here several days ago was back again yesterday. He took pictures of you hitting Keith and sold them to the National Enquirer. They are writing a story based on the pictures and called me for my comments. The story will be published next week. I called the President and we had a conference call with the director of athletics. I obviously had to tell them what happened and, while I didn't give them exact details, I told them that Keith said something totally loathsome and bad about your mother. They agreed that I handled the situation correctly and that a one day suspension and apologies had been fine, if the incident had not become public. Now, however, that has all changed. The President wanted to have a discipline hearing but the Athletic Director and I have talked him into allowing the minimum suspensions to be enforced - you will receive a one week academic suspension and a two week athletic suspension." Dave was furious and Coach Dawes held up his hand to stop Dave from interrupting him, "I know you're pissed, but let me finish." Dave was turning red with anger but he nodded. "If we had a discipline hearing and Keith was found to be at fault, he would receive discipline with at least the minimum suspensions that you are facing. However, because you struck him, even if determined that you were justified, you would still be suspended for the minimum time and possibly more. I know Keith was partly to blame but you did hit him and now you have to take responsibility for that." Dave's thoughts were swirling with anger, frustration, and worry over his golf career. He finally heard the words his father had told him when he had decided to go to the Canadian Open, "Be prepared to deal with the consequences of whichever decision you make." Dave had never imagined that this could be the consequence but he realized he had to accept it. He felt a tear in his eye as he stood and put out his hand to Coach Dawes, "I'll accept my punishment. Thank you for saving me the embarrassment of a disciplinary hearing." Coach Dawes shook Dave's hand before Dave turned and walked out of the room. Dave was taking off his golf shoes in the locker room when Coach Toombs entered, "Dave, Coach Dawes has called all the players into the meeting room. When you are finished taking off your shoes, please join us." Dave nodded. Dave got a drink of water before he entered the meeting room. Half the team was there and they waited quietly for the other golfers to return from Miller Center. Dave sat alone to the side, bent over with his head in his hands. He could hear whispering but he didn't look up. Eventually he heard movement and knew it was the rest of the team. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at a very sweaty but serious looking Alec. Alec whispered, "What's going on?" Dave simply replied, "It's not good. Coach will explain." Coach Dawes moved to the front and explained, "As you all know, we had an incident between Dave and Keith yesterday. I dealt with the issue this morning and both men have apologized. I had thought and hoped the incident was behind us, however I got a call this morning and apparently one of the paparazzi that were here the other day was also here yesterday and he took pictures of what happened. He has sold the pictures to the National Enquirer and they are publishing an article next week. Some of you know exactly what happened and the rest probably know almost exactly what happened but we will stand together on this as a team. If we are questioned by anyone, and that includes your own parents, your response is 'Dave and Keith had an argument, Keith provoked Dave, and Dave hit him' end of story. That is all you are to say to anyone." He raised his voice in a very authoritative manner, "Am I clear?" The whole room quickly replied, "Yes, Coach." Coach Dawes then said, "Dave has been suspended from classes for one week and all athletic events for two weeks." The whole team including Keith looked at coach in surprise and then looked at Dave. Coach Dawes finished, "Please return to what you were doing." Dave simply sat there and watched as his teammates left the room. Alec stayed behind and growled, "This fucking sucks!" Dave simply nodded. Alec shook his head, "I have to get back to my workout - but I will come get you for supper." Dave shook his head, "Don't bother. I've been thinking a lot and I've decided to go home for a week. I need to get out of here and this team needs me out of here as well. I'll call you when I get back." Alec shook Dave's hand then he said, "See you soon!" Dave nodded before Alec left. Coach Dawes was just outside the meeting room so Dave walked to him. Dave explained, "I'm going to go back to QAI for a week. Hopefully this will mostly blow over while I'm gone." Coach Dawes replied, "Okay, Dave. I'm sorry it had to be this way." Dave simply nodded before he went to his locker and cleaned it out. He got his clubs and walked back to his dorm. It was still before eleven so he logged onto his computer and booked his flight home online. He sent a message to Colby telling him what happened and that he had decided to go home for a week. The flight from Greensboro to Chicago left at one o'clock so Dave packed quickly and called a cab. The flight to Chicago passed quickly and Dave was soon boarding a flight for Montreal. After he landed in Montreal and passed through customs, he called his father. It was after supper and his father had just arrived home. Dave briefly explained what happened and that he would be landing at ten-thirty and wondered if they could pick him up. His father was very surprised and disappointed to hear Dave had been suspended. But when he heard what Keith had said, he was more understanding. Dave worked on his laptop during the flight home. After the plane landed in Edwardton, Dave walked into the airport. His parents and sisters were waiting for him and they hugged him supportively. They got his luggage and drove straight home. Dave was tired but when he arrived at the house, he had a long talk with his parents; he explained everything that happened in detail. His father told him he understood him getting angry but he still didn't think Dave should have hit Keith. He told Dave that he was fortunate to only get a one-week suspension. His parents told him they loved him before he went to bed. He slept soundly in his old bed and was up early the next morning. He decided to go to Hornsby Golf Course to practice but he didn't get much practice because all the members wanted to congratulate him on winning the Canadian Open. He also dealt with the issue of his suspension with several members and when he told one of them about the upcoming article in National Enquirer, the member suggested he call a local reporter and give his account of the incident. Dave thought about that suggestion for a while and finally decided to ask his father. After Dave spent most of the morning at Hornsby, he saw his father at lunchtime. He asked his dad about doing an interview and his father thought it was a very good idea. His dad explained that Islanders would rather read about the truth in their local paper then some fabrication in the Inquirer. His dad said he knew the perfect reporter and immediately went to the phone. A moment later he handed Dave the phone and Dave did an interview. The interview lasted thirty minutes of which a significant amount of time was spent just talking about Mike Weir, Vijay Singh, and other high profile golfers. When Dave hung up he felt much better about the whole situation. He hadn't given a lot of details about the suspension - he basically said what his coach had told him to say. However he did add that he was sorry for any embarrassment the incident might bring to his family and friends and Wake Forest. Dave called John after he talked to the reporter. John had a game that evening and he invited Dave to go into the dressing room before the game. Dave said he would drop by and see him. Dave spent the afternoon studying and sent e-mails to some of his classmates to ask if they could send him overviews of what was covered in class. He sent e-mails to Jennifer, Sarah, and Tina to let them know what happened so they would not be shocked by whatever the Enquirer wrote. After supper he went to the rink to visit John and his old teammates. He enjoyed the game and the Missiles won a hard fought game. Boots, their goaltender, played unbelievably well - he almost won the game himself. Dave had a chance to talk to John after the game; he told him exactly what had happened with Keith. John said he would love to get hold of Keith and teach him some respect - he was rubbing his fist as he said it. Dave appreciated his best friends support. John invited Dave to a house party after the game but Dave said he wanted to go to their usual hang out, McDonalds. John explained that he didn't go there anymore - he felt too old. Dave explained he was hoping to see Rebecca, so he got the address of the party from John and said he might drop by later. Dave was surprised that he didn't know a lot of the people at McDonalds and he realized that all his friends were now hanging out at bars or having house or dorm parties. Dave was just leaving when a familiar redhead jumped into his arms and kissed him tenderly. She asked, "When did you get home?" He explained that he got home late the night before. She told her girlfriends that she was leaving with Dave. They got in his car and drove away. They drove to the park where they could sit and talk. Dave told her everything that had happened. She simply said, "I don't like to say I told you so but I warned you that eventually you would meet someone who is jealous of you and would want to hurt you." Dave nodded agreement and he must have looked sad because she immediately felt bad for what she said; she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately. The kiss led to heavy petting, which led to Rebecca pulling out his hard dick and giving him an earth-shaking blowjob. He slid his hand inside her denims and was surprised to find panties. He teased, "So you do own panties. I was beginning to wonder." She simply smiled, "I wasn't expecting to see you tonight." He pulled her pants off and licked and sucked her to noisy orgasm. After she recovered she moved him to the passenger seat and sat down on his now hard shaft. She kissed and hugged him as she rocked back and forth on his hardness until they both reached orgasm. As they hugged and slowly recovered, Dave briefly wondered why he had ever left. They remained in the same position for a long time before eventually getting dressed. They talked for another hour before he drove her home. He walked her to the door and kissed her tenderly. She asked him to call her later in the week. He nodded agreement. It was just after midnight so Dave drove home and went to bed. He again woke early in the morning and practiced until lunch. His father told him that Katherine's UQAI soccer team had a home game that afternoon, so Dave decided to go watch her play. He had wanted to warn her about the article. He arrived at the game twenty minutes before it started. Katherine was warming up when she saw him and she ran off the field and into his arms. He hugged her and briefly told her why he was home before she went back onto the field to play. He went to look for a seat in the bleachers and her mother waved to him so he sat beside her. They talked briefly but the game soon started and they both focused on the play. Katherine played spectacular; she scored two goals and set up another - UQAI won four-two. Katherine's mother explained that Katherine must have been playing extra hard for him because in the first three games of the season, she only had one goal and set up one other. But she was by far the best player on the field with Dave there. Dave smiled as he had thought that Katherine had really dominated the field, too. After the game Katherine rushed to her mother and Dave. Her mother congratulated her and said she would see her at home later. Dave took Katherine's hand and they walked to his car. While they sat in the parking lot, he told her everything that had happened. She was disappointed for him and wished for things to get better when he returned. He said he hoped he could move forward but he was anxious about what the Enquirer would write. Dave eventually drove Katherine home and said goodbye. He went home and was studying when he got a phone call. It was the Missile's coach, Alain Vigneault, and he invited Dave to practice with the team that week. Dave thought it would be nice to get some exercise and agreed. Dave studied all evening before going to bed. He woke early the next day and hit balls for two hours before going to the rink. He brought his skates with him and Spider, the team trainer, outfitted him with a full set of gear. Spider made a comment that he had been told to keep Dave's gear from the previous year ready - just in case. Dave laughed. The first practice was very tiring and Dave felt very slow. After practice, he and John agreed to go to his house for lunch before returning to the rink for weight training. On the way to the house Dave stopped at a local newsstand and picked up the Enquirer. A small sub-line read "Golf Phenomenon or Hockey Goon?" Dave shook his head and leafed through the magazine until he saw the picture of him hitting Keith. There were three action shots of Dave's fist closing in on Keith's face and then a picture of the coach standing between them with blood running down Keith's cheek. There was also another picture of Dave wearing his Missile's uniform fighting a player from Val D'Or. Dave remembered the fight the previous winter, very well. The Val D'Or player had broken his stick over Dave's leg early in the game and later challenged Dave to fight. Dave had really pummeled him and the picture showed Dave hitting the Val D'Or player's bloody face. Dave tucked the magazine under his arm and then walked back to his car. John read the article as they drove to Dave's house and Dave heard him periodically laugh. John was still reading the article as he walked into the house. Dave pulled together a quick meal for both of them before he sat with John at the breakfast nook and read the article as he ate. The article said that Dave was trying to run the golf team. When a teammate questioned him, Dave punched the teammate. The article also said that Dave was an aggressive mean person and that was proven by his dirty tactics when he played hockey. The article referenced several people Dave had never heard of. The article angered Dave and John immediately noticed his friend's mood. When Dave finished the article he said, "Those fucking assholes wrote a total bunch of lies." He looked at John who was laughing at him. He started to get mad at John when his friend said, "Dave, not one person who has ever met you will believe a fucking word of that shit. It's all bullshit and you know it." Dave thought about his friend's comments and gradually started to chuckle. John took up a defensive posture with his hands in front of his face and in his best "Ice Voice" barked, "Let's go!" Dave laughed at his friend. He realized that only a true friend would know how to make him feel better and he was relieved he came back to QAI. John found the local Guardian newspaper and started to read it. The headline on the sports page read Island Hero Returns Home with a large picture of Dave holding the Bell Canadian Open trophy below. John read the article and then passed it to Dave, "Now that is what Islanders will believe." Dave read the article and a tear actually came to his eye. The reporter had called several of Dave's coaches and teammates from both golf and hockey. There were even a few quotes from John. The article explained how Dave had instilled pride in Canada and QAI when he won the open. It explained how he had led his Major Midget team to a national title but never talked about himself - only the team. He always gave credit to others. The article discussed Dave's list of accomplishments then Coach Vigneault was quoted as saying that he had never coached a more talented, harder working, team-minded player. He further said that if Wake Forest didn't want Dave, then he would be ecstatic to have him back on his team. All Dave's other coaches and teammates had said the same thing - Dave was a supportive, team player. The last quotes were from John and they said that Dave was the most helpful and supportive teammate he could ever imagine having. John finally said that if Dave punched a jealous teammate then that person must have said or done something really, really drastic to provoke Dave. When Dave finished reading the article, he looked at his best friend. His eyes were misty and he was about to say something but John spoke before he had a chance. "Dave, every word in that article is true. You are a true team player and, if anyone questions that, then they do not have a clue what a team player is." Dave simply nodded emotionally stuttered, "Thanks, John." They changed the subject and talked about the start of the season for the Missiles; John explained how both Michael Lambert and Cory Urquhart had signed with AHL teams and wouldn't be returning. Most of the defensemen were too old and Milan Hruska didn't return from Europe so the back line was very young. A new scorer from Norway was added and the team hoped that he would have a good year. Dave and John returned to the rink. As soon as they walked into the change room within the dressing room, Dave and John stopped dead in their tracks. Dozens of pictures from Enquirer article were tapped all over the wall. At first Dave started to get mad but his line mate from the previous year, Pierre Andre Bureau walked into the room laughing and said, "If you are a goon - you are definitely our goon." He handed Dave a white hockey jersey with yellow and blue trim. On the front of the jersey was CHIEFS and Dave immediately got the joke. The Charlestown Chiefs were the team in the movie Slap Shot and the Hansen brothers were the dirtiest hockey players in the league. Dave laughed when he saw his name-bar on the back. Bureau added, "You have to wear this for the rest of the week while you are with us." Dave shook Bureau's hand and thanked him. The whole team was in the hallway and all were laughing and teasing Dave. Dave felt great as he thought - this is what a team is truly like. The rest of the week flew past and, by the end, Dave was keeping up fairly well with the drills. On Friday the team left for two away games but just before they left Coach Vigneault called Dave into his office. He said, "Dave, I know we had this discussion last spring but with everything that is going on, I wanted to repeat the offer. If you want to return to the team, we will hold a spot for you - you are always welcome." Dave thanked him then they stood and shook hands. Coach Vigneault added, "Don't ever believe anything that was written in the stupid Enquirer article - you are a team player and no one should ever question that." Dave thanked him again before he left. Dave had studied hard all week and he had received e-mails from several of his classmates. He reviewed their notes and was confident he was up-to-date on all his classes. On Friday night he stayed home and watched a movie with his family. They munched on popcorn as they laughed and cried through the show. Dave practiced golf most of Saturday before picking Rebecca up for supper. Her father met him at the door and he immediately congratulated Dave on the Open. Riley and Robbie charge in and jumped on Dave, wrestling him to the ground. Riley said, "The creature said you were practicing with the Missiles. Are you going to play with them again?" Dave knew Riley called Rebecca the creature and he laughed before he replied, "No, I'm not going to play with them. I was only getting some exercise. But if I decide to play with the Missiles again, I promise to call you and tell you. Okay?" Riley nodded before Rebecca came into the room and chased the boys out of the room. After going to supper and a movie, Dave and Rebecca went directly to the park and had a wild night in the car. After the exhausting sex, they talked for an hour before Dave drove her home. They kissed passionately and Dave told her he loved her. He drove home thinking about her lovely red bush. He flew back to Wake Forest on Sunday and arrived late in the evening. Alec picked him up at the airport and they talked about his trip during the drive back to campus. Dave went right to his room and got settled back in. Colby updated Dave on the residence happenings during the week before Dave went to sleep. Dave noticed that a lot of students were again pointing and staring at him but the week passed quickly. He was happy to find out he had stayed current on his studies and he worked hard to get ahead again. He wasn't allowed to practice on the university facilities, so Alec loaned Dave his car and Dave drove to a local driving range every day. His athletic suspension was finally up on Friday and he was relieved to go to the golf center and practice. He woke early and when he didn't see Darcy waiting for him he walked to the golf center. Alec, however, was waiting at the range. They hit balls for two hours before the rest of the team showed up. Dave thought that things would be better when he got back. The team knew he could have pushed the situation and had Keith suspended as well so he felt he had taken one for the team, but the atmosphere at practice was not what he had hoped for. All the players besides Alec were distant and cold. Dave was initially angry but he told himself that he could and would earn their respect. Even Darcy had changed and when Dave asked Alec, he said that Darcy had hung out with Will and Keith the entire week Dave was away. Dave nodded understandingly. Dave was even getting dirty looks from the women's team and he suspected that Tiffany was partly to blame. Dave practiced hard all weekend with the team. Two more teammates started to come around; the sophomores, Carl and Tony. Keith had continued to be his ignorant sarcastic self but Dave ignored him. The team had midterm exams the first week of October, so practices were cancelled until Friday, October 7th when the team would play the qualifying round for the Jerry Pate National Intercollegiate in Alabama. Dave studied hard and he thought he did well in his exams. On Friday he was ready to qualify but when he got to Tanglewood, he was disappointed to see he had to play with Keith for the qualifying round. Dave went to the practice range and got focused on his round. His other playing partners were Will and Darcy. Dave couldn't believe Coach Dawes would put him with the same three golfers who had betrayed him two weeks earlier. Keith started in on Dave on the first hole. He verbally abused Dave the whole front nine, but Dave shut him out and remained focused. Will was always laughing and taunting Dave as well. Dave was two under par on the front nine while both Keith and Will were so distracted by trying to throw Dave off his game that both were three over par. Darcy was trying to stay out of it but he was distracted as well and shot two over par. Dave started the back even better and with three holes left he was five under par. He was about to hit on the sixteenth hole when Keith said, "I wasn't really sorry about what I said to you that day. I know what I said is true." Dave was furious and he was about to say something to Keith when Coach Dawes drove up on a golf cart. He could see Dave was angry about something and asked, "Is there a problem?" Dave stared at Keith who was smiling sweetly then simply shook his head to Coach Dawes. Coach Dawes said, "Well, let's keep moving." Dave stood over his ball but he couldn't get focused. He hit a bad shot which landed in the sand trap in front of the green. After the other three golfers hit, Dave walked angrily down the fairway but forced himself to get refocused. His ball was buried under the lip of the trap and Dave did well to get it on the green. He two-putted for bogey. On the next hole Keith continued to talk about Dave's mother, but Dave managed to make par. As Dave went to the last hole he was four under par. He kept telling himself, "Finish at least three under and Coach Dawes will have to let you play the next tournament. You can prove yourself at that tournament." Dave stood on the last tee and was focused as he went through his pre-shot routine. Keith made his usual comments as Dave prepared to swing but as Dave pulled the club back and started through on his swing Keith yelled, "Mother fucker." Dave hit a huge hook left and the ball disappeared into the woods. Dave lost it and strode towards Keith. He was about to let loose on him when he heard a voice say, "Control your emotions." Dave glared at Keith and said, "One of these days, Keith. One of these fucking days." Keith had initially cringed but when he realized Dave wasn't going to hit him he laughed in his face. Dave had to wait until Darcy hit his tee shot before he could hit his provisional ball. He hit the provisional ball solidly even with the continued distractions. Dave looked for the lost ball but didn't get any help from the other three players and as soon as his ten-minute search time expired. Keith yelled, "Ten minutes is up. The ball is lost." Dave stormed over to his provisional ball and hit it onto the green fifteen feet from the hole. He just missed the putt before he tapped in for double bogey and a two-under par total. When the group was shaking hands after the round, Coach Dawes was beside the green and both Keith and Will were acting appropriately. As Dave shook Keith's, hand he whispered, "Fuck you, Asshole!" Keith simply smiled. When Alec finished, he asked Dave how he did. Dave said he played well considering and he told Alec what Keith had done. Alec was totally pissed but he told Dave that two-under should be good enough to get Dave into the next tournament. Coach Dawes called the team into the conference room and read out the scores. Keith and Will had the two highest scores at seventy-six and seventy-seven. Darcy and most of the rest of the team were par or higher. Alec was one-under par and Dave was two-under par. The two lowest scores were three- under par shot by Carl and the other junior, Rob. Dave was sure that the third lowest score would get him into the tournament. Coach Dawes said, "The team for the Jerry Pate tournament will be Carl, Tony, Rob, Keith, and Will." Dave was in total shock. Inside, he was beyond angry but outwardly he was just stunned. He looked at Alec in disbelief. Alec was equally surprised but didn't say anything. Dave never said a word. He simply got up and stormed out of the room. He grabbed his clubs and walked to Alec's car. When Alec arrived Dave never said a word, he just put his clubs in the trunk then sat in the car. The drive to campus was quiet and Alec didn't push the issue. Alec asked, "Want to go to supper?" Dave simply shook his head, no. When Alec pulled up in front of Palmer, Dave got out, retrieved his clubs, and emotionlessly said, "Thanks" before he walked into the residence. Dave was in such a state that he didn't see the twins standing in the main entrance smiling at him. He lumbered to his room and saw that Colby had gone home for the weekend again. Dave crawled into bed and never got out all night As he lay in bed, he questioned why he had come to Wake Forest. He hated Keith; Will was an asshole too. He tossed and turned all night. He woke early the next day but just lay in bed until it was time to go to practice. Alec asked if he was okay but Dave simply shrugged. Dave was like a zombie all weekend. He went through the motions but he really didn't care about his golf. Colby returned on Sunday and instantly knew Dave had problems. He took some books to the library to study. Dave thought about his options all night and when he finally fell asleep he had decided on a course of action. On Monday he went to classes but he didn't pay much attention. During lunch he made a phone call to the Detroit Red Wings and asked to meet with the scout who had talked to him before the draft the previous spring. The scout was very happy to receive Dave's call and agreed to fly to Winston-Salem and meet with him on Tuesday. Dave didn't go to practice after his afternoon class on Monday. Coach Dawes and the five golfers were gone to the Jerry Pate but Coach Toombs was still running drills. Dave went back to his room and climbed in bed. As Dave lay in bed he thought about the calls he had received to play in other professional golf tournaments and he considered turning pro. He didn't know what was required but he was definitely thinking about it. He eventually fell asleep. On Tuesday he went to class but again he was in a fog and didn't pay much attention. Alec found Dave in the dining hall and asked, "Dave, what's going on? Coach Toombs is pissed you didn't go to practice." Dave looked at Alec and replied, "Fuck Toombs!" Alec tried to get Dave to talk but he wouldn't. He ate quietly then left for his room. Just before supper, the Detroit scout showed up in a black limo and Dave was waiting for him outside Palmer. The twins watched Dave get into the limo but he didn't even notice them. As soon as he got inside the limo, he immediately changed his attitude to normal and went out with the scout for supper. After a great meal at a fancy restaurant, the scout explained that the lockout by the NHL owners was a big problem and he couldn't sign Dave to a contract with the NHL club right now but he could arrange a contract with their AHL affiliate team, the Grand Rapid Griffins. He would honor the original figures proposed but Dave may have to play with the Missiles for one more year. The scout agreed to write up a legal offer, which Dave could take to a lawyer and confirm. Dave would get his bonus and a new contract at the end of the Missiles' season. The scout then asked, "Dave, I know there is trouble here - I read the Enquirer." Dave shook his head and was about to correct the scout but the scout continued, "I know, the Enquirer is mostly lies but if you hit one of your teammates - there is definitely a problem." Dave finally nodded agreement. The scout finished, "That said, I know how important your golf is to you. Make sure this is what you want." Dave replied, "I haven't made up my mind completely but I am very close. I need to make one phone call to finalize my decision. Will you write up the contract and I will consider it and let you know." The scout shook Dave's hand then drove Dave back to the residence. After Dave stepped out of the car, he waved goodbye to the scout then turned to enter Palmer. As he reached the door, Coach Toombs walked out the door and asked, "What's going on, Dave? Who was in the limo?" Dave replied, "A scout for the Detroit Red Wings. He's sending me a contract for me to sign." Coach Toombs was shocked. He didn't know what to say. Dave asked, "Do you want to know anything else?" Coach Toombs simply shook his head and walked away. Dave smiled to himself and walked to his room. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Rebecca's number. She answered the phone and just hearing her voice made Dave feel much better. He said, "Hi, 'Becca. How are you?" She was surprised to hear his voice and replied, "Hi, Dave. I'm great; how are you?" He said, "I'm much better now that I'm talking to you. I want to ask you something very important. Will you marry me?" Dave heard the pause on the other end of the phone but he waited patiently. Rebecca was shocked by his question and she asked, "Dave, what's going on? How can I marry you if you are in North Carolina?" He replied, "I've had my fill of these assholes. I'm moving home tomorrow and playing with the Missiles. I met with the scout for Detroit and we have agreed in principle on a contract. I'm not going to sign it right away, I'm going to see if I can get my professional golf status and make my money at golf but if that doesn't work, I can play hockey instead. I'll wait for you to finish school then we'll move to either my new hockey city or to Florida where I can practice golf all year round. We'll wait to get married next year but I need to know you want me as much as I want you. I need you, 'Becca." Rebecca was shocked. She had never dreamed Dave would do this. She knew she couldn't be a part of him quitting school so she came up with the fastest but stupidest lie she could think of. She answered, "Dave, I can't marry you. I'm dating someone else now. You should stay at university and get your degree." Dave couldn't believe what she said, "What do you mean you're dating someone else. I thought you loved me." Rebecca could feel herself breaking up but she replied, "Dave, I've moved on. You should do the same." Dave's rage overtook him and he yelled, "Fuck you, too!" He pulled his arm back and threw the phone against the far wall. It exploded into pieces. Dave rolled onto his bed and pulled a pillow over his head. He stayed in his room all evening. He heard knocking on two occasions and both times Alec asked him to open the door. He ignored the knocking and remained in bed. Colby returned briefly after supper but quickly left for the library. Dave debated all night what to do. He eventually dozed off. In the morning he was still undecided so he went to his classes. He got his mid-term exams back and he received two A's. He shook his head and thought, "Who gives a fuck?" Alec found him at lunch again and Dave simply told him that he was still trying to decide what to do. He told Alec about meeting with the Red Wing Scout. He explained that he was leaning towards turning pro and trying to get his PGA card but the year was so late that he couldn't go to Qualifying School and didn't want to risk playing in PGA events in case he didn't earn enough money to get his card. Alec knew that the PGA offered cards to the top 125 players on money earnings list. If Dave had a few good tournaments he could earn his card that way - just as Tiger had done. Alec said, "Jesus, Dave. You can't give up on Wake Forest that easy. The team finished eighth in the Jerry Pate. The team needs you; I need you." Dave stared at Alec, "Coach Dawes doesn't want me on the team; so he can go fuck himself." Alec started to speak but Dave simply said, "I don't care about the team anymore. If they want me to pay for my tuition, I'll do it. I don't need the golf team." He went to his afternoon class and got his exam back there as well. It was an A+ and Dave again was indifferent. After class Dave went back to his room and sat around doing nothing. At seven o'clock he heard a knock on the door but didn't answer it. Then he heard Coach Dawes' voice so he opened the door. Coach Dawes looked very angry and he ordered, "I want you to come to my office with me right now." Dave replied sternly, "I'm not going to your office. I quit your fucking team and you can stick it up your ass." Coach Dawes walked inside Dave's room and closed the door. Dave stared at him with indifference as Coach Dawes asked, "So you're quitting because I didn't pick you for the tournament? I thought you had more backbone than that." Dave got very angry, "You have no fucking right to question my backbone. I've put up with nothing but shit since I got here and I won't continue to be treated like a fucking doormat." Coach Dawes asked, "How have we treated you poorly." Dave growled, "That fucking Keith told me that I wanted to fuck my mother and when I hit him, I get suspended while he gets rewarded. Backbone? I could have, and should have taken that prick down with me but, no, I took one for the team. And what do you do but put me out with the same three assholes that stabbed me in the back. Keith chirped at me the entire round but I ignored him. Just before you told me to hit on sixteen he told me he wasn't sorry about what he said and that he meant every word. You knew something was going on but you continued to ignore it. I made a decent bogey after a terrible tee shot and managed to survive the seventeenth hole. Then on the eighteenth, I was in my back swing and Keith yelled "Motherfucker" at me. I hooked my ball in the woods and Keith laughed. I was going to kill him but I controlled my temper. Those three pricks didn't even help me look for my ball, and then Keith called me on time as soon as ten minutes was up. I still almost saved bogey and if I had I would have tied the low score for the round. So then when you pick the team, you don't give me a chance - even though I had the third lowest score. And on top of it all you reward Keith again when he shot the worst score. Backbone? I have lots of backbone but you have your head up your ass so far that you that you can't see a fucking thing." Coach Dawes was stunned by Dave's confession but when Dave said he had his head up his ass, Coach Dawes got furious. He looked directly at Dave and said, "You're off the team. Your scholarship is cancelled." Dave retorted, "Fine, stick it up your ass, if it can fit past your oversized head." Coach Dawes glared at Dave and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Dave sat on his bed. His entire body was shaking from adrenalin. He pulled off his clothes and climbed under the covers. He tossed and turned for hours before he fell asleep. He woke early and debated what he wanted to do. He was still undecided as to return home and play for the Missiles or continue with his education. He thought about the school, he really liked his classes and he knew he could pay for it with his trust fund. He eventually got up and went to his classes. He got his last two midterms back; he had earned two more A+s. He felt proud of his accomplishment and he decided to finish the academic term before he made an athletic decision. He didn't see Alec at lunch but he still didn't feel like looking for him. He went back to his room and started studying. He knew he could immerse himself in his studies and not have to worry about his golf. He studied hard all afternoon. It was almost suppertime when he heard a knock on the door. He ignored it but suddenly he heard a very familiar voice ask, "Please, Dave? I want to talk to you." He opened the door and was shocked to see Jennifer standing in front of him. She had tears in her eyes and she pleaded, "Please let me speak to you?" Dave immediately pulled her into the room and into his arms. She swung the door closed and asked, "Talk to me, Dave. Please, don't shut me out - I want to help you." Dave immediately began to cry, "I really need a friend." She hugged him close and after several minutes, she asked, "Tell me everything that happened." She guided him to the bed and they sat beside each other and held hands. Once he started talking, the words flooded out of his mouth. He told her every single detail and it felt so good to have her with him. He had just finished telling her about telling off the coach when Colby opened the door. Colby knew he was interrupting something important and apologized for intruding but Dave called him back and explained, "Colby, this is my best friend, Jennifer Samms. Jennifer, this is Colby. Colby, I've put you out enough over the last week. You have the room - Jennifer and I will find somewhere else to talk." Dave took Jennifer's hand and, as he grabbed his DeaconOne card, Jennifer said hello and goodbye to Colby. Then she followed Dave out of the room and out the side exit. Dave led Jennifer into the woods and said, "I know a private place." He led her deep into the woods near the end of the practice range. They found a wide part of the path deep in the woods and sat down. Jennifer asked, "What do you want?" Dave replied, "I've decided I want to get an education." Jennifer shook her head, "Not what have you just decided - what have you wanted for the last four years?" Dave looked at her as if it was a stupid question. So she continued, "Right! We both know what you want. So what's stopping you?" Dave got mad at her, "Haven't you listened to a single word I have said? I can't play golf for this team." She simply asked, "Why?" Dave got angrier, "I don't know what they want? I played my guts out and that fucking Keith tortured the shit out of me. I know I can help this fucking team if they give me a chance - but they clearly won't." She asked again, "So what do you really want to do?" He looked right into her eyes and said, "I want to show these fuckers that I can play. I want to stick it down their fucking throats." She smiled at him, "So what's stopping you?" He thought for a long moment and then laughed, "Well, I told the coach he had his head up his ass and that he could stick the golf scholarship there as well if he could fit it." Shocked, Jennifer laughed out loud and covered her mouth with her hand, "You certainly have a way with words." Dave chuckled again, "You should have seen the look on his face." Dave suddenly turned serious, "I don't think I can undo that one." Jennifer smiled, "No, you probably couldn't but I already have!" Dave looked at her questioningly, so she continued, "I spoke to Coach Dawes before I spoke to you. He asked Darcy about what you told him and Darcy confirmed it all. He has suspended Keith and placed Will on probation. He is not happy with your statements to him but he understands your frustration and your need to vent." Dave asked, "How did you find out about everything?" She smiled then explained, "Rebecca called your parents after you called her on Tuesday. They tried to call you but couldn't get through on your cell phone. Last night Alec called them too and they were going to come down but they didn't know whether you would talk to them. Thankfully, they called me. I booked the flight and called Alec; he picked me up at the airport. He seems like a great guy. I think you have found a true friend in him." Dave nodded agreement as she finished, "Coach Toombs had talked to Alec and told him what you said to Coach Dawes. Alec knew that I needed to talk to Coach Dawes first, so he took me directly to him from the airport." He looked at his friend in disbelief, "You two did all that for me?" She scolded, "You know damn well you would have done even more for any one of us. We love you as much as you love us." Dave hugged her tightly and he closed his eyes as he felt tears run down his cheeks, "I do love you." Dave suddenly heard a noise and he looked up and saw a beautiful girl directly in front of him. It was one of the twins and he knew she could easily see him crying. He gently pushed Jennifer back and wiped his cheeks as the dark haired twin said, "Sorry to interrupt you, Dave." Then she walked past them on the path and disappeared in woods. Jennifer looked up at the gorgeous dark skinned girl and their eyes met briefly before the twin was gone out of sight. Jennifer asked, "Who was that?" Dave smiled, "One of the twins. I don't know their names." Jennifer laughed, "She obviously knows your name. You're losing your touch, Dave MacDonald - a beautiful dark-haired girl knows you - and obviously likes you - and you don't even know her name. And, even worse, there are two of them. Dave, you have been way too distracted by your golf." Dave laughed, "You don't have to tell me." They hugged again before Jennifer added, "Coach Dawes is waiting to speak with you, if you're up to it right now." Dave nodded, "I'm ready." He led Jennifer back to his room and she sat with Colby while Dave walked back to the golf center. It was after supper and none of the team was around as Dave walked into Coach Dawes' office. Dave closed the door and sat down in the chair across from the desk. Before Coach Dawes could begin, Dave said, "Coach Dawes, I'd like to apologize for what I said to you last night. I am very sorry I cursed at you and I am sorry what I told you to do with the scholarship. I have wanted to play golf at a US college for as long as I can remember and I'm begging you for another chance. I'll sit out whatever suspension you deem necessary and I will do whatever you ask of me. Please give me a chance to prove that I can help this team." Coach Dawes looked at Dave and replied, "Dave, I have to apologize to you as well. I'm sorry I allowed this whole situation to escalate out of control. I also need to confess that I am partly to blame. I told Keith to give you a hard time because I thought you had found success too easily. I thought you needed to experience some adversity to help you mature but I never expected Keith to go off the deep-end and say what he said. I'm very sorry I put you in that situation. I will forgive you for what you said last night if you will forgive me for setting Keith on you." Dave smiled, he felt relieved to be getting another chance. He quickly stood up and shook the Coach's hand and said, "Thank you, Coach; I promise I will make it up to you." Coach Dawes said, "You certainly develop strong relationships. I've always hoped that Alec would step up as a leader and he certainly came to your defense today. You have had a profound influence on him in a short time and your friend Jennifer; she could set up housekeeping at the gates of Hell and serve ice water to Lucifer - a very persuasive woman. Dave smiled, "Alec is a great guy and, as for Jennifer, we would go to the end of the earth for each other. Thanks, Coach, I'll see you at practice tomorrow." Coach Dawes nodded as Dave walked out of his office. Dave found Coach Toombs and apologized to him as well before he went back to his dorm. When Dave arrived at his room, Jennifer was sitting on the bed looking very guilty about something. Dave knew her well enough to know that when she was scheming - she looked like the preverbal cat that ate the canary. Dave immediately asked, "What are you up to?" Jennifer simply grinned, "Who me?" Dave shook his head before she asked, "Will you take me to supper?" Dave replied, "Definitely, let's go." Dave led the way out the door and they both said goodbye to Colby who snickered knowingly as he studied at his desk. As they entered the main entrance hall, Jennifer said, "I have to use the bathroom. Can you wait a second?" Dave nodded, so she walked into the women's wing of the dorm. She was only gone a few moments before she walked back into the room holding the arm and talking to one of the beautiful, dark-skinned twins. Dave simply shook his head, as he now knew what she was up to. Jennifer smiled at Dave and asked, "You don't mind if my new friend joins us for supper, do you?" Dave smiled at the both of them and replied, "No, I don't mind at all." As they walked out the front door of the residence, Jennifer did introductions, "Dave, this is Jana Coulter-Adams. Jana, this is the nicest guy in the entire world, Dave MacDonald." Dave's face turned beet red as he simply said, "Hi, Jana." She replied confidently, "Hi, Dave." Jennifer then hooked an arm under each of their arms and said, "Let's go eat."

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirty-One - The Canadian Open Dave woke fairly early on Tuesday and went to the fitness room. He worked out hard for an hour then got on the bike for thirty minutes. He finished his workout with a hard forty-minute swim. He returned to the room and showered. He peered in the mirror at his black eyes which looked to be finally starting to clear. He knew it would be days before his face returned to normal. Roger woke as Dave walked out of the bathroom. After Roger showered and dressed, they went down for breakfast. Dave's tee time was eleven-fifteen so after eating they went to the course where Dave could practice. As soon as Dave reached the practice range he noticed the golf manufacturers' tents were still up but there weren't any representatives or equipment there. Dave saw a lot of pros including Vijay Singh, Brad Faxon, Mike Weir, and Tom Lehman. It felt really strange to be practicing next to them and he began getting butterflies thinking about competing against them. Dave saw John Daly at the far end of the practice tee and he watched as the big man took furious swings at the ball. Dave eventually started hitting balls but the truth was he was more interested in trying to enjoy the moment. He eventually hit balls before going to the putting green. After putting for forty-five minutes Dave heard his name called to the first tee. He arrived at the first tee and met Chris Baryla, the other high-ranked Canadian amateur. The third player in their group, Ian Leggett, showed up shortly after Dave. Dave teed off first and hit a solid drive down the left side. The other two players both hit good drives as well. Roger and Dave spent most of the practice round getting more familiar with the course and in the end Dave was happy with his even par seventy. Leggett shot seventy-one and Baryla was seventy-three. Dave had five birdies, one double bogey, three bogeys and nine pars. He noticed that there were a lot more fans watching then he was used to but most were following the big names like Mike Weir and John Daly. He wished Baryla and Leggett luck before he and Roger went out for supper. They found a nice steakhouse and ate a good meal. When they returned to the hotel Roger called Carol and let her know everything was going well. Roger then called one of his friends in Toronto and arranged to spend the next day with him. Dave was playing in the ProAm with the RCGA team and Dave and Roger had agreed that Roger would not be needed to caddy. They watched television for a while before going to sleep. The ProAm had a shotgun start at noon so Dave woke early and went to work out. He worked out hard and returned to the room. Roger was already showered and ready to go so Dave showered quickly then dressed. They ate breakfast in the hotel before Roger dropped Dave off at the course and headed for Toronto. Dave practiced on the driving range and immediately noticed that the golf manufacturer representatives were back again after taking the previous day off. Dave was really happy with his ball striking and after he hit balls for ninety- minutes he went to the putting green. He found he wasn't as distracted by the PGA pros today. The practice green seemed to be getting faster each day and today the speed was lightning fast. Dave had never putted on greens this fast before and he spent over an hour trying to get a good feel for the speed. He was finally confident he was ready shortly after eleven. He went in the clubhouse and ordered a sandwich for lunch. He had noticed more and more pros on the practice green but he hadn't talked to any. He did see Chris Baryla and they talked briefly about the upcoming round. They were playing with Mike Weir and Doug Ross. Jeff Sluman was putting and he and Dave exchange friendly nods but didn't speak. After Dave ate he went back to the practice green and Chris introduced him to Doug Ross. They talked for a moment before Mike Weir walked onto the green. Mike walked over to Doug and shook his hand. Mike was introduced to Chris and Dave. When Mike shook Dave's hand he looked at Dave and asked, "What happened to your eyes?" Dave smiled, "I got in a little tussle during a hockey game last Thursday." Mike laughed, "Ahhh! A hockey player, eh? I loved playing hockey but unfortunately I was too small. You definitely don't have that problem. Who are you playing for?" Dave replied, "I just signed with the QAI Missiles of the Q." Dave knew Mike would know what the Q was. Mike looked surprised, "A star golfer and major junior hockey player. I'll make sure I don't piss you off." Dave laughed, "No, I'm a lover, not a fighter." Mike rolled his eyes jokingly, "Yeah, right! And your face proves that? I don't think so." An announcer asked the golfers to go to their assigned holes. It was obvious the RCGA had a lot of influence on the draw because their team was teeing off on the first hole. As they walked to the tee Dave immediately noticed the crowd was much bigger than the previous day. Doug explained that the format today was different from Monday. All the players were playing their own balls and the best two net scores counted for the team score. The amateurs were allowed to reduce their score by their handicap but both Dave and Chris were scratch golfers which meant their handicap was a positive number and they wouldn't get any strokes. Doug was a minus ten handicap which meant he would get one stroke on each of the ten hardest ranked holes. One stroke would be subtracted from Doug's actual score on those holes to give his net score. The round went well for Dave and he shot sixty-eight. It took some adjustment to get used to the large but supportive crowd. Dave was surprised how well he played and he was really pumped about the tournament. Mike Weir had beat Dave by only one stroke and Chris was two strokes higher. Doug shot eight-one. Their team score was twenty under par which placed them in tenth overall. There was a formal meal and presentation after the round and Dave's team each received golf shirts for a prize. Dave and Mike got along really well and Dave was happy he got to know Mike before playing with him the next two days. They talked a lot about hockey and the AJGA golf tour which Mike had also played. Roger showed up during the presentations and he and Dave left shortly after. Dave told his dad that Mike was a great guy and he was looking forward to playing with him. Dave had an early tee time on Thursday and a late time on Friday. The draw was in two flights where half teed off early the first day while half teed off late. They switched the following day. They teed off both the front and the back nine similar to how Dave had played in South Carolina. Dave's group were teeing off on number ten on Thursday. Roger and Dave returned to the hotel and went right to bed. Dave was going to call Jennifer and Katherine but decided to call them after his first round. He was tired but he couldn't get to sleep. He was too excited about playing the next day. He tossed and turned for hours - he visualized every hole over and over. The last time he remembered looking at the clock before he finally dozed off was at 2:03. He woke at 3:23 and looked at the clock again. He dozed off again but woke and looked at the clock at 3:55. This continued all night as he woke at 4:40, 5:18 and finally at 6:15. When the phone rang at six thirty for the wakeup call, Dave jumped out of bed and rushed into the shower. Roger entered the bathroom as Dave exited. Dave pulled on his beige dress pants and his Blackheath Golf shirt. Roger quickly showered and dressed and they ate a good breakfast before leaving for the course at seven-fifteen. When Dave arrived at the course he was going to the practice tee when Randy Simpson, the RCGA official he had met the first day, called him into the registration tent. Dave walked in and Randy handed him five dozen Titleist Pro V1 golf balls. Dave asked what they were and Randy explained that all players without sponsors received them for the tournament. Dave asked whether it would affect his amateur status or college eligibility and Randy said it wouldn't. Dave went right to the practice tee and hit balls for forty minutes before going to the practice green. The greens were smooth and Dave felt he adapted to them well. It was eight forty-five when he heard his named called to report to the tee. Roger carried Dave's clubs and they walked to the tenth tee. Dave's stomach was churning and he actually thought he was going to throw up. He fought his nerves as he reached the tee and managed to smile at Mike and Bob Estes. They shook hands, exchange scorecards and wished each other luck. Dave looked at both Mike and Bob and both looked excited but not overly nervous. Dave walked over to his father; Roger could see the stress in his son's face and whispered, "Okay, Dave. Just focus on your swing mechanics. Visualize your shots and think about smooth swings." Dave nodded agreement but he kept hearing his mind say, "You're playing the Canadian Open with Mike Weir. This must be a dream." The crowd was even larger today then it was the previous two days. There were thousands of people standing around the tee. Dave was happy he didn't have to hit first as he listened to Bob Estes get introduced. Dave had his driver in his hand and he took several practice swings trying to focus on his golf instead of his stomach which was ready to explode. Dave watched Bob hit a solid drive down the left side of the fairway before Mike was introduced. Mike's introduction included his victories and the last announcement was his Masters win that previous spring. Mike strode to the tee to loud applause and took his position. Mike took a couple practice swings then stood over his ball. He focused on his target before looking down at his ball. He pulled the driver back half way and stopped in his patented practice swing style. He then concentrated on his ball and took a long full swing. The ball launched off the tee starting down the left side of the fairway and drawing back into the middle. The crowd went crazy and Dave heard lots of yells, "You're the man, Mike." Dave was temporarily distracted watching Mike but the second Mike's ball landed in the fairway Dave's mind switched back to him having to hit next. The announcer introduced, "Next on the tee is Dave MacDonald from QAI, Canada. Dave was the runner up in the Ping American Junior Golf Association Open in Hartford Connecticut, runner up in Royal Blackheath Junior Invitational in London England, winner of the Golf Pride American Junior Golf Association Open in Cornelius, North Carolina and winner of the Canadian National Junior Golf Tournament in Mont Tremblant, Quebec." Dave was surprised by the long introduction but he didn't hear much of it as his stomach continued to flip-flop nervously. He heard a loud applause before he walked onto the tee and found a nice level area to hit from. He pushed his tee into the ground with a newly marked Pro V1 ball on top. He stood up and took several practice swings. As he looked down the fairway he was surprised to see both sides of the fairway lined with spectators. He had noticed them when Mike and Bob hit but now as he stood over his ball they looked to be standing much closer to the fairway. The spectators hadn't moved but Dave's perception changed when he was the one teeing off. He tried to visualize his shot and he drew the club back smoothly but as he drove down through the ball his right hand turned over a little to fast and he knew immediately he hooked the ball. The ball started down the left side of the fairway but the hook spin on the ball was turning the ball hard to the left and Dave suddenly heard the words he dreaded, "FORE on the left side." Dave prayed his ball wouldn't hit anybody and he watched as a crowd of people on the left side of the fairway scramble out of the way. Dave watched as the area finally cleared and there didn't appear to be a body lying on the ground. Dave sighed as he thought, "At least I didn't kill anybody." He turned to Roger who walked to him and took the driver from his hand. Roger spoke softly, "Okay, Dave, the first shot is always the hardest. We're okay now. Just relax." Dave looked at him if to say, "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one playing." But he said nothing and simply nodded. As Dave walked off the tee he noticed Mike looking at him and Mike seemed to be waiting for Dave to catch up. Dave walked towards his ball and as he passed Mike, Mike walked beside him. Mike encouraged Dave, "Dave, I watched you play yesterday. You have a helluva good golf game. Just relax and enjoy the day. Don't worry about the fans; they'll get out of the way. You're probably not the first player to hit one into the crowd today and I guarantee you won't be the last. Just try to make one shot at a time. You'll find your rhythm. I'd be willing to bet the hockey player you fought with last Thursday is more sore than any spectator will be out here today." Dave smiled at the hockey comment and that seemed to relax him slightly. He thanked Mike as they parted ways and walked towards their respective balls. Dave had actually hit his ball very long even though it was off line and when he reached his ball he was farther then either Bob or Mike. Bob was the shortest and had to hit first. The first thing Dave noticed when he reached his ball was that the spectators had formed a small tunnel like opening between his ball and the green with people standing on both sides of his line to the pin. After Bob hit, Roger stepped Dave's distance to the pin off and told Dave he had one hundred and twenty-five yards left. Dave was happy that he had a decent lie in the heavy rough - the ball was sitting down a little in the long grass but it wasn't completely buried. Dave watched Mike hit a good shot close to the hole. The pin was in the middle of the green and Dave knew he had to land the ball on the front of the green or even a little short because he could not put any spin on the ball out of the rough so it would roll a lot once it landed. Dave had his pitching wedge in hand because he knew that with the heavy rough he would have to hit it full to get it to the green. The front of the green was protected by two sand traps; one on each side. As Dave stood over his ball he realized that the tunnel created by the fans was not very wide - only about twenty feet. He suddenly thought that if he hit a really bad shot he could easily hit the fans on either side. His thoughts as he stood over his shot were not, "smooth full swing on target" but instead "don't hit a bad shot and kill somebody". Dave finally swung nervously at his ball and made solid contact but his lack of focus on his swing pushed the ball short and right; his ball landed in the sand trap with a splash of sand. Dave was actually relieved that he didn't hit anyone and was not upset at being in the sand trap. Dave handed Roger his wedge and they strode up the fairway together. Roger whispered to Dave, "That was a pretty good shot out of the gallery. Let's get our sand shot close and save par." Dave nodded agreement. Both Bob and Mike were on the green in two so it was still Dave's turn to hit. The ball had buried in the sand and looked like a fried egg with only half the ball above the sand. Dave took his fifty-six degree wedge and waded into the sand. He had landed in several traps over the previous three days and really liked the consistent texture. He lined up his shot with a nice open stance and buried his feet deep into the sand. He took a half practice swing making sure he didn't touch the sand with his club - the last thing he needed was a two stroke penalty for grounding his club. He chose his landing spot on the green then looked down at his ball. He pulled the club back and swung hard driving the blade of his wedge deep into the sand behind the ball. He made sure to swing hard though the ball and sand sprayed in all directions as the ball popped out of the sand and landed just on the green and rolled a short distance before stopping fifteen feet short of the hole. Dave knew he had taken too much sand but he was happy the ball was on the green. Bob was a little farther from the hole than Dave so he was first to putt. Dave handed Roger his wedge as Roger passed him the putter. Dave walked onto the green and marked his ball. He lined up his putt as he waited for Bob to settle on his line. Dave briefly looked over his shoulder and watched Roger rake the trap. Bob rolled his putt just past the hole then tapped in for par. Dave circled his putt several times before he stood behind his ball and talked the putt over with Roger. They agreed that the break was six inches to the left. Dave stood over his ball and took two practice strokes concentrating on the weight. He lined up to the hole and stroked the ball smoothly. The ball held its line until the last second then darted hard left and rolled just past the left lip of the hole. The ball rolled three feet past the hole and Dave chose to mark it. Mike Weir had a nice eight foot birdie putt and after looking at it from all directions he rolled the ball dead centre for an opening birdie. Dave lined up his putt and was happy that he was now directly below the hole with a straight in three-footer. He settled over the ball and rolled it firm to the centre of the hole. He was relieved to hear it hit the bottom of the cup. His first hole was finished and the butterflies had pretty much disappeared. As he walked to the next tee he thought that the best way to avoid hitting through another tunnel of fans was to hit the damn fairway off the tee in the first place. The next hole was the long par-four signature hole for the course. A large portion of the crowd was following Mike's group from hole to hole; so as they stood on the tee, the crowd was just as large as it had been on the previous tee. Mike had honors with his birdie and he hit a solid drive but the dogleg shaped hole curved to the left away from Mike's normal draw and Mike's ball bounced into the rough right of the fairway. Bob was up next and he hit a solid drive but his ball also bounced in the rough, this time left of the fairway. Dave pushed his tee into the ground and looked over the marsh. He aimed the ball just right of the rough line planning to draw the ball around the corner and into the middle of the fairway. He only thought briefly about the fans as his focus was on his swing and he visualized his shot. He pulled the club back and drove hard through the ball. He hit the shot perfectly and the ball rocketed off the tee right on line and sailed over the corner of the rough and bounced into the middle of the fairway. The crowd around the tee went crazy and Dave heard several fans say, "That kid hits the ball as far as Tiger." Dave felt good as he strode off the tee and Roger patted him on the back as they walked up the fairway. Both Mike and Bob were deep in the rough and neither player could reach the green in two. Both had to hit irons into fairway to a comfortable distance for their approach shots. Dave meanwhile was in perfect position as he looked up the fairway to the raised green. The light wind was blowing in his face and Roger stepped off the distance. Dave had one hundred and seventy-eight yards to the pin. He and Roger talked about the small wind and the uphill shot and agreed on hitting a full seven iron. Dave settled over the ball and took a smooth full swing. The ball was right at the pin and Dave thought it had to be close but he couldn't tell how close because of the uphill view. Dave patiently waited for Mike and Bob to hit their third shots. Both hit good shots onto the green. As Dave walked up the hill to the green he was surprised to see that none of the balls were within ten feet of the hole but all were within fifteen feet. Dave already had his putter in his hand and he strolled onto the green to determine which ball was his. The farthest was Mike at fourteen feet. Dave's ball was slightly closer at thirteen feet and Bob's was closest at eleven feet. Mike putted first and missed but tapped in for a bogey. Dave rolled a good putt but the ball rolled over the corner of the hole and wouldn't drop. He also tapped in for par. Bob missed his par but made his bogey. Dave was happy to get his first par under his belt and walked to the next tee with growing confidence. The twelfth hole was a shorter par four and Dave chose to hit three-wood off the tee. He pushed the three wood shot and it landed in a deep bunker right of the fairway. Both Mike and Bob hit solid shots up the middle. When Dave got to his ball he couldn't believe his lie. The ball was right under the forward lip of the trap and he could not hit the ball towards the green; he was forced to chip the ball at a ninety degree angle, just get the ball back into fairway. He hit his fifty-six degree wedge back into the short grass of the fairway. He was still shaking his head in disbelief of his bad luck when he stood over his third shot. Because of the lack of focus he flew his third shot over the green into the rough. Roger talked calmly to him as they waited for Bob to hit, "Dave, play one shot at a time. You can't change a shot you have already made - so put it behind you. Focus on current shot and make good swings - your score will look after itself." Dave nodded agreement as he watched both Mike and Bob hit onto green. When Dave reached his ball, it was buried down in the rough and the pin was only ten feet from the back of the green which meant with Dave's long shot, he didn't have much room to work with. He took out his sixty-degree wedge and put a smooth full lob shot swing on the ball but the ball came out hot and rolled well past the hole. Bob was away first and missed his long birdie putt and marked the remaining four-footer. Dave missed his twenty-foot bogey put and tapped in for a double-bogey six. Mike missed his twelve-foot birdie putt and settled for par. Bob sank his short par putt. After three holes Dave was three over par, Mike was even par and Bob was one over par. Dave went to the thirteenth hole with mixed emotions. He was angry at himself for hitting his third shot over the green but he knew he had to put that behind him. He focused on the long par three. The hole was playing two hundred and thirty-two yards and Dave selected his three-iron. Mike hit his shot onto the green while Bob missed the green to the right. Dave hit a good shot that landed fifteen feet from the hole and rolled to twenty feet past the hole. Bob made a good chip and saved par while both Mike and Dave two putted for pars. Dave went to the next hole feeling confident again. After both Mike and Bob hit good drives in fairway, Dave stood up and hammered a huge drive down the middle. The crowd went crazy over his long drive and he walked up the fairway pumped with emotion. Dave made par on the long par four as did Mike. Bob had a bogey. The next nine holes went well for Dave and he managed to go one under par over the nine holes. After his fourteenth hole he began to feel some fatigue and he realized the fitful sleep was starting to catch up with him. He made bogey on the long par three sixth before making par on seven and eight. He felt really tired on the last hole and made a bogey to finish at four over par seventy-four. Bob finished with an even par seventy and Mike was one under par sixty-nine. When the round was completed Mike congratulated Dave on a solid first round. He said, "Dave, you played really well under the circumstances. This isn't junior golf - you are playing against the best golfers in the world. Four over par is a good score." Dave nodded and followed Mike into the scorer's tent. They reviewed their cards and then signed them. Dave walked out of the tent and talked to his father. Roger congratulated Dave on a good round but Dave was feeling tired and a little frustrated that he finished two over par on the last four holes. He asked his father about leaving and they were walking towards the parking lot when Randy, the RCGA official walked up to Dave. He requested, "Dave, will you go to the media tent for some questions before you leave?" Dave was tired and not really in a mood for interviews but he slowly nodded agreement and followed Randy. Roger walked with Dave and told him to try and smile - seventy-four wasn't the end of the world. Dave just nodded dejectedly. Roger dropped back as Randy and Dave entered the media tent. Roger moved to the side and watched as dozens of reporters and camera people perked up when Dave entered. Dave was shocked to see so many reporters and Randy had to nudge him to move him towards the head table. There was a large Bell Canadian Open sign behind the head table and Dave sat down in front of a pool of microphones. Dave was suddenly excited as another RCGA official announced his arrival, "Dave MacDonald from QAI has just joined us. Dave is the Canadian National Junior Champion and he shot seventy-four today. The first question will go to John Thompson from CBS." Dave noticed a man stand up in the middle of the crowd and he asked, "Dave, you had a good round today. Are you happy with your score?" Dave smiled at the cameras and replied, "No, actually I'm not happy at all. I can play much better than that. I don't want to make excuses but I was really nervous about the large crowds at first and I took a while to get used to that. I was very happy with the middle part of my round but the start and finish were awful. I think I can do better tomorrow." The RCGA official pointed at another reporter, "Tony Carson, NBC." Another man stood and asked, "You said you were nervous about the crowds. How large a crowd have you played in front of before today and what were you most nervous about?" Dave looked serious, "I've only played in front of several hundred fans before and what I was most afraid of was that I would kill somebody." Dave was serious but the room full of people began laughing and Dave chuckled to make it look like it was an intentional joke. Dave answered questions about his round for another ten minutes and he made several jokes as he described his shots. He noticed that he felt much more relaxed as the interview drew to a close. The RCGA official announced, "And the last question goes to Paula Deone from Fox," A pretty woman stood and asked, "Dave, how did you get two black eyes?" Dave smiled, "I'm playing hockey for a major junior team and I got in a fight on Thursday with a really big tough player. We each landed some big punches and I ended up with two black eyes." He chuckled and added, "Next time I'm going to try and duck the big punches, they really hurt." The whole room laughed again and the RCGA announcer thanked Dave for his time. Dave stood and walked out of the tent. Mike Weir was waiting to go in next. He smiled at Dave, "You sound like a tough act to follow. I never get laughs like that." Dave chuckled, "That's because you have real talent and they have high expectations from you." Mike looked at Dave seriously, "Dave, you have tremendous talent. Remember, you're only sixteen years old." Dave shrugged then thanked Mike before he left with his father. They went to a restaurant and had a large meal. Between the meal and the interview Dave felt a little regenerated and when they arrived at the hotel Dave went to work out. He worked out until almost suppertime then he returned to the room to join his father. Roger was watching the Open on television and he explained, "The low round so far is sixty-six by Hidemichi Tanaka. That means you are eight strokes back. Pretty good for a kid from QAI." Dave smiled, "Not bad at all - but I know I can do better." Roger agreed and they watched the open for another two hours before going for supper. The late supper was relaxing and Dave returned to the room to call Jennifer and Katherine. He spoke to Jennifer first and she said she saw his interview on the television. She told him she was proud of him and loved him. He thanked her and told her he loved her as well. He then called Katherine and she too had seen his interview. She explained that the Missiles had played two more exhibition games and won one game while losing the other. John was still playing well. She wished Dave luck and said John wanted to wish him luck as well. Dave told her he loved her and would see her soon. He hung up the phone and lay on the bed thinking how good his life was. Roger called home and the call was similar to Dave's. Carol, Beth and Julie had all seen the interview and highlights and were all proud of Dave. Dave talked to each briefly before Roger talked with Carol for a while. Dave watched the television for an hour before going to sleep. He thought about the night he had slept with both Katherine and Jennifer and he fell asleep trying to hide his hard-on. He slept really well and woke up at eight o'clock rested and ready to face the day. His tee time was not until twelve-fifteen so he went to the fitness room and had a light workout. He cycled for fifteen minutes before he got in the pool and swam fairly hard for twenty minutes. He returned to the room energized and ready for a big day. Roger had already woken and showered so Dave got right in the shower. When he exited, he pulled on his navy dress pants and his white Hawk's Hollow golf shirt. With his Blackheath golf hat on his head, he was ready. They ate a healthy breakfast before heading to the golf course. Dave hit balls on the range for over an hour then putted for an hour. He thought he was ready when he heard his name called to the first tee. Roger followed him to the starter's hut. Dave shook Bob's hand and wished him luck. Mike arrived a moment after Dave and after a good luck handshake they exchanged cards. Dave was up first today and he was ready when he was introduced at the first tee. After a generous applause from the crowd Dave pushed his tee in the ground and prepared to tee off. He tagged his first drive right down the middle and long. The crowd went crazy as his ball rolled just inside the one hundred yard marker. Dave waved thanks and walked back to his father grinning. Mike and Bob both hit good drives but well short of Dave's mammoth shot. After Mike and Bob placed their approach shots on the green, Dave stood over his ball with his pitching wedge. He knew this was not a full swing shot and after Roger told him it was ninety-two yards to the pin Dave decided a ten o'clock swing would be right. He focused on his shot and drew the club back to ten o'clock then drove through his shot. The ball flew right at the pin and landed just short of the hole - then bounced and rolled two feet past the hole. The crowd roared support and Dave waved and thanked them like an old pro. Once he reached the green he marked his ball and walked over to his dad. Roger cleaned the ball while they waited for Mike and Bob to finish. Both two putted for par. Dave placed his ball in front of his marker and lined up his putt. He knocked it dead centre before striding to the next tee full of confidence. The rest of the round went really well and when Dave was finished he had shot three under par sixty-seven. He had five birdies, two bogeys and eleven pars. He had hit some huge drives all day and quickly became a fan favorite. He was really pleased with his score and was confident that he would make the cut. After two rounds the field is usually cut to the top eighty and ties. Dave was confident his two day total score of one over par would probably be enough. Both Mike and Bob shot sixty-nine and were in the middle of the pack. Mike congratulated Dave, "I can see why you were mad at that seventy-four - sixty- seven on this course is a great round for anybody but especially so for a junior. I'll be watching out for you on the weekend." Mike then smiled at Dave and shook his hand. Dave thanked him as they walked into the scorer's tent to sign their cards. Bob congratulated Dave as well and wished him luck on the weekend as he left the scorer's tent. As soon as Dave walked out of the tent, Randy was waiting for him and asked, "Are you ready for the media? They're waiting for you." Dave smiled and followed him to the media tent. Roger walked with Dave and as he did the previous day, he dropped back at the entrance then strolled to the side. Dave strode up to the head table full of confidence. He was surprised that there were even more reporters than the previous day. The RCGA official introduced him and selected the first reporter. The first reporter asked, "You played much better today, Dave. Were you more relaxed?" Dave answered, "I was definitely more relaxed today. I had a great sleep last night and I wasn't scared I would kill anyone today." The room laughed and Dave continued, "I was confident when I walked to the first tee and after I hit a good drive there I just carried that confidence to the rest of my round." The RCGA official selected another reporter who asked, "Do you think your playing partners helped in any way?" Dave said, "Mike was a fantastic help. He was really supportive yesterday when I was struggling. But, on the other hand, he has such a huge following here in Canada that the big crowd yesterday was a bit of a distraction. So I guess it evens out." The questions continued for ten minutes before the RCGA official announced, "The last question will be from Farhan Lalji, TSN." Dave was very familiar with Farhan who had interviewed him the previous summer in BC and during the spring in Calgary. Farhan smiled at Dave and said, "Hello, Dave, I know from previous interviews that you were hoping to get a golf scholarship to a US college. How is that going and have you selected a college yet? Or have you decided to play hockey instead?" Dave smiled, "I have a number of golf offers right now but I haven't decided where I want to go yet. I guess I'm still a free agent so to speak. As far as hockey goes, I love to play but I don't think my face could make a career out of hockey. As you can tell I bruise too easy. Besides, except if I hit a spectator with a ball, golf is a much safer sport." The reporters saw the smile on Dave's face as he said this and laughed at his small joke. Dave thought how the interview today was much more serious with a lot fewer jokes and he realized that they were now taking him more seriously. Dave left the tent with his father and they immediately went out to eat. After a good supper they returned to the hotel to check the scores. Dave found out the cut was three over par making his one over par more than enough. He saw that Chris had shot seventy-one and sixty-eight and also easily made the cut. The leader after two rounds was Charles Howell III at five under par. Dave went for a short swim to relax. When he returned to the room he called the golf course and found out his tee time was nine-fifteen and he was playing with Vijay Singh. Dave was surprised he was playing with such a big name player and checked the scores on the television. Dave was even more surprised when he learned he was actually one stroke ahead of Singh. He shook his head in bewilderment. After watching the broadcast of his interview he called both Katherine and Jennifer who enthusiastically wished him well. Katherine said his friends at school also wished him well. Dave fell asleep thinking about his two beautiful girlfriends and their warm, soft bodies.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Seventeen - Valuable Lesson Dave woke up at seven-thirty without his alarm on Saturday morning. He immediately noticed that both Roxanne and Sarah were gone but their aromas were still in his bedding. He had three hours before his tee time so he showered before he went looking for Sarah. He found her in her room just getting ready to go downstairs. He walked through the open door and first took Roxanne and then Sarah into his arms and kissed each tenderly. He explained, "Last night was spectacular. If you two ever see two lost school girls again, please send them to my room." Both smiled at him before Sarah asked, "Do you mind if we go watch you golf today? Harry, the pro at Blackheath, said spectators are welcome." Dave hugged her and replied, "I'd love to see you there; but you have to promise me that you won't talk to me or motion to me while I'm playing any hole. I will come see you some when I'm between holes but for the most part I have to stay focused, okay?" Both nodded agreement and they all walked to the informal dining room. Sarah was dressed in an off-white pair of dress shorts and beige blouse while Roxanne was still wearing her uniform. Dave looked at her questioningly and she relied, "Don't worry, I will change before we leave, it's just that Lord Thurlow requires that I wear my uniform while inside the residence." Dave nodded and continued to the dining room. He ate a large breakfast before asking Raymond for a drive to the course. Sarah said she and Roxanne would see him later. Dave practiced for several hours before his tee time; he spent half the time hitting balls and the other half putting. As his tee time neared he got more and more focused on his round. When he was finally called to the tee he was ready. Dave was surprised at the number of spectators watching - he had thought this was just a small local tournament but, as he played and spoke with his playing partners, he found out this tournament was one of the top three junior events in all of Britain. He was playing with a young Scotsman who was one of the top four in all of Scotland and the third player was the top ranked junior in Wales. They were playing in threesomes as is common in tournaments. Dave knew this was to increase the speed of play which tends to be slower because of the more deliberate style golfers normally use in tournaments. Dave found both competitors very friendly, polite and, more importantly, both were very strong golfers. Dave hit the ball really well and actually enjoyed having Sarah and Roxanne following him. He shot a great round of sixty-five and beat both his playing partners by at least three strokes. Sarah had done as he wished and not disturbed him. He found two occasions, when he was moving from a green to the next tee, where he walked beside Sarah and Roxanne and talked to them casually. After he finished signing his card, he and his two ladies walked to the leader-board to see where he stood. He was pleased to find out he had the second best round of the day tied, at one-off-the-pace, with James Bravant who Dave had played with the previous day. Someone told him the leader, Tim O'Reilly, who shot sixty-four, was from Ireland. After reading the board, Dave asked if the girls were ready to go home. He didn't want to stay and just watch the leader-board. He explained, "I'll call the course in a few hours and find out what time I tee off tomorrow but it will probably be around twelve-thirty as that was the last tee time today. It looks as if I will be in one of the last few groups." Sarah and Roxanne agreed and they left for home. The day was hot so Dave and Sarah agreed to relax in the pool before having a late supper. With Sarah's parents home Roxanne had to again play the role of the uniformed maid. After swimming for an hour and then eating a large supper, Dave called the golf course and confirmed he was actually in the final group at twelve-thirty. He then spent the evening surfing the internet and working out his remaining summer schedule. He recreated his old plan and listed the dates and locations in an excel spreadsheet. Dave looked at his planned schedule and realized how busy the next three weeks were going to be. He would arrive home on Wednesday and have three days with Jennifer before he golfed in a Merit Tour event on Saturday. His father and he were leaving right from that golf course for his tournament in North Carolina. He remembered the trip to South Carolina earlier that year and realized they would have to drive until after midnight just to get halfway. Then on Sunday they would drive to Cornelius, North Carolina. Dave went to the MSN maps site and found Cornelius situated just north of Charlotte. On Monday Dave would have to qualify for the tournament which would be played Tuesday through Thursday. After the tournament was complete they would leave for home and hopefully arrive late Friday night or early Saturday. Dave then had Saturday and Sunday to prepare for the Merit Tour Championship on Monday through Wednesday. He then had a few days off before going to Cape Breton for the Atlantic tournament. Dave just shook his head and asked himself, "Am I nuts?" Then he laughed to himself, "No, I'm just a golf nut." Dave spent some time on the American Junior Golf Association website and estimated what he needed to shoot to qualify. He looked at some of the earlier results of tournaments to date and was surprised when he heard Sarah ask, "Are you going to sleep tonight or spend all night on the computer?" Dave looked at his watch and was stunned to see he had been surfing the web for two hours. He smiled and replied, "Yes, I think I'll head up now. I lost track of time." Sarah walked up beside him and watched as he closed down programs. The spreadsheet was the last program open and Sarah asked, "Do you mind if I ask what that schedule is?" Dave explained, "That is my golf schedule for the next month." Sarah choked, "Are you serious? All you will be doing the next three weeks is traveling and golfing." Dave answered as he closed down the program. "That's what summers are for." Sarah just shook her head as she followed Dave upstairs. They walked into his room and Dave was pleasantly surprised when she stripped down and climbed in bed with him as if that were the most natural thing to do. He cuddled her soft warm body as he cupped a round breast in his hand. He was thinking about the wonderful time he had had with her and Roxanne the previous night as he fell asleep with her comfortably in his arms. When he awoke the next morning, she was gone. He showered and went to her room. She wasn't there so he went looking for her. He found her in the library surfing the internet. She asked him how he felt and he said he slept really well and had dreamt all night he was holding a gorgeous English princess. She smiled as he kissed her softly. Roxanne soon entered and announced that breakfast was served. Dave ate a large breakfast and thanked Sarah's parents when they wished him good luck that day. Sarah said she and Roxanne would see him later at the golf course and Dave warned her that he may not talk to her at all during the round today as he wanted to show he could win this big tournament. She said she understood as he kissed her goodbye at the door and walked to the Rolls. Raymond dropped him off at nine-thirty and Dave spent an hour and half hitting balls before he went to the first tee to watch Chris and then shortly afterwards Thomas tee off. He wished both of them luck and they returned the good wishes. Thomas added, "And for the Queen's sake don't allow that Irishman to beat you." Then he laughed and said, "Just kidding." Dave thought back to the first time he met Thomas and how Thomas teased about only liking him because he was a good golfer and he truly wondered whether Thomas was completely joking then or now. He again thought about the wealthy environment Sarah, Thomas, and their friends grew up in and he considered himself lucky to be just "common folk". He really liked his life and was happily reminded that he would never trade it for anything. Dave walked to the putting green and spent an hour putting and chipping. A little after twelve he hit a few more balls to make sure he hadn't stiffened up; then he went to the first tee. Eventually there were only the three leading golfers left to tee off; James was called to the tee first. James hit a nice drive down the middle before Dave was called to the tee. He was focused and ready; after going through his normal pre-shot routine he launched a huge drive down the left side of the fairway. The Irishman, O'Reilly, hit last and his ball finished slightly right and longer than James' drive but much shorter than Dave's. Dave and James both birdied the first hole while O'Reilly bogeyed. Dave and James set the pace on the front nine and traded leads several times. Through word of mouth of the crowd Dave and James knew they had slipped ahead off all the rest of the players by three strokes. They were both five under par through nine holes. Dave made a rare bogey on the tenth hole and James birdied, giving him a two stroke lead; but Dave battled back and birdied the twelfth, thirteen, and fifteenth holes to pull back even with James. Dave was still amazed how well James putted while only driving the ball adequately. Dave thought about the famous golf saying "Drive for show and putt for dough." And he immediately knew James could definitely putt for dough. They both made par on both sixteen and seventeen so they arrived at the par four eighteenth tied at seven under par for the day and twelve under for the tournament. The wind was at their back and Dave had the honor from his birdie on fifteen. He decided to hit a three-wood and use the strong tailwind to carry the green. After a focused practice swing he stood over his ball and nailed the three-wood perfectly. The ball landed on the upslope in front of the green but still bounced forward and rolled to the back of the green. Lucky for Dave the pin was just past middle and he had about twelve feet for an eagle attempt. James hit next and hit his three-wood into the fairway to the right side - a perfect place for his approach shot. Dave didn't pay attention to O'Reilly as he was all but out of this round. Dave walked up the fairway confident he had a good chance to win this tournament but he was focusing on the putt. James hit just a fair wedge shot and it rolled just past Dave's ball and slightly to the right. The Irishman hit his second shot onto the green about three feet from the pin. Dave and James both surveyed their putts before James eventually stood over his ball. He focused on the hole and hit the fourteen-footer dead middle. He didn't even flinch when it hit the cup and dropped; he just coolly walked to the hole and pulled out his ball. Dave felt he had the line for his putt and he finally stood over his thirteen foot putt knowing if he sank it; he won. Dave pulled the putter straight back but as soon as he hit the ball he knew he was off the hole and his ball rolled past the edge and about a foot long. Dave lined up his short putt and knocked it dead centre for his birdie. O'Reilly also made his birdie. Dave knew that he and James were headed for a playoff. Dave had never participated in a playoff before but he was psyched for a win today. After all the scorecards were signed and the officials were satisfied that a playoff was required, Dave and James headed to the first tee, the playoff started on hole number one. A huge crowd followed but Dave was in a zone and closed everyone out completely. They flipped for honors; Dave won the coin toss and teed off first. He hit a huge drive down the first fairway - well inside the one hundred and fifty yard marker. James hit a solid drive but it faded into the rough right of the fairway. James' second shot landed short of the green but the ball came out of the rough hot and it bounced, then rolled, to the back of the green. The pin was on the front leaving James about fifty feet from the hole. Dave settled over his shot and hit a nice wedge. He bounced the ball well in front and it rolled to about six feet - bump-and-run. Dave clenched his fist and did a low fist pump, then straightened up quickly and moved to the green confident he could knock the six foot putt in and win. James took his time looking at his putt from all sides. Dave figured that, with the two different breaks on the green, James would do well to finish within five feet of the hole. James finally settled over the ball and, after a pregnant pause to confirm his line and weight, he stroked the ball smoothly. Dave only half watched as James hit the ball but half way to the hole Dave could tell the weight looked right and so did the line. Dave watched in total shock as the ball broke in the second direction and headed directly to the hole. The ball continued dead on line, rolled over the middle of lip, and dropped to the bottom without even touching the side of the cup. With everyone holding their collective breath, the sound of the ball rattling in the cup was clearly audible before a huge roar erupted from the gallery. Dave was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe James had made the putt. James didn't cheer; he didn't pump the air - he simply nodded to the boisterous crowd and walked to the hole to retrieve his ball. Dave looked at his own putt from all sides but somehow he couldn't get James' unbelievable putt out of his head. Dave finally settled over his ball, pulled his putter straight back, and stroked it straight through. The putt had a small break to the left and Dave watched as the ball moved from his right lip line to dead centre and then slowly towards the left lip. The ball dove into the left side of the hole and Dave prematurely started to lean forward to retrieve the ball from the hole when the ball cruised around the back side of the hole and popped straight out the front of the hole towards Dave. A huge "OOOOHHHH!" came out of the crowd. Dave stared at his ball in disbelief as it hung on the front lip of the hole. Dave waited for the ball to drop but, as he walked forward, it was obvious the ball was not going to move. Dave waited another second then tapped the ball in the hole and walked to James. Dave congratulated the winner, "Helluva round, James. You are by far the most incredible putter I have ever seen. Congratulations." James shook Dave's hand and replied, "I've never seen anyone hit the ball so far and so consistently, Dave. It was a pleasure playing with you this weekend; thanks and good luck back in Canada." Dave nodded and then turned, picked his ball from the hole and looked for Sarah and Roxanne. He received many congratulations from people he didn't know and some from golfers he had met over the weekend. Chris walked by and said, "Unbelievable, Dave. That was the most exciting finish I've ever witnessed." Dave thanked him and continued through the crowd until he finally found Sarah and Roxanne. He hugged them both and gave Sarah a little kiss before he picked up his clubs and the three of them walked back to the clubhouse. Dave was deep in thought as he walked, and a hundred "what ifs" ran through his head. The large crowd walked back to the clubhouse in groups and Dave heard the occasional compliment but he was still thinking, "I can't believe James made that putt." When Dave reached the clubhouse he set his clubs down and sat down on a bench putting his face in his hands. He was still shocked when it finally hit him like a ton of bricks. "James didn't beat me - I beat myself. I assumed he could never make that putt and when he did I was so distracted that I didn't make a good putt." Both Sarah and Roxanne were sitting quietly beside Dave not knowing what to say. Dave suddenly sat upright, smiled, and pointedly said, "That was one helluva valuable lesson. I'll never make that mistake again." He smiled and stood up. Both Sarah and Roxanne were totally caught off guard by his sudden and drastic attitude change. Sarah whispered, almost too afraid to ask, "What lesson?" Dave pulled her to her feet, took her in his arm, and replied, "Dad always told me whenever I lost to not pout or cry. I can hear him clearly 'Look at why you lost and, if you determine that you did your best and lost, then just hold your head high with pride. If you made a mistake and lost, then figure out what the mistake was and store it in your memory so you never make that mistake again - and then hold your head high with pride.' It took today for that to finally sink in. He had lost his hockey playoffs with his AAA team early in the spring but in that case he had done his very best and was proud of that. This time he made a mistake. So in six short months he got to see both sides of his father's good advice and he now understand it completely. Sarah smiled but still looked puzzled so Dave elaborated, "I was so sure that James would miss that putt and I would be putting for the win that, when he made it, I lost focus and was distracted. Hopefully, I will never make that mistake again." Sarah and Roxanne both hugged him. A tournament official asked Dave to come around to the eighteenth green for the awards presentation. The three friends followed the official. As Dave walked around the building he saw that the huge crowd that had followed him and James down the first hole was now standing in a horseshoe around the green. In the middle was a tournament official with a microphone in his hand along with James and O'Reilly who apparently had finished third overall. The official was speaking and Dave immediately noticed that O'Reilly was already holding an envelope which Dave assumed was his prize. The announcer saw Dave come around the corner and said, "And here comes our runner up, Dave MacDonald, from QAI, Canada." The crowd applauded loudly and Dave nodded thank you as he walked towards the announcer. The announcer continued, "I'm confident I can speak for everyone here when I say we have never seen such a fantastic ball striker before and we are confident Dave will win many tournaments and titles when he returns home. It's hard to believe he is only sixteen." Again the crowd cheered loudly and, as Dave reached the announcer, he shook the man's hand then turned and shook both James and the O'Reilly's hands as well. The announcer handed Dave an envelope and he thanked the man before turning to a third applause by the crowd. The announcer then raised his voice as he said, "I'd like to hear a huge applause for England's own James Bravant. The best young putter this country has ever seen." The crowd cheered very loud and Dave joined in. Dave looked through the crowd and found Sarah and Roxanne standing near the back. He stared at them and wondered how he was so damn lucky to have made such wonderful friends and lovers. Sarah had noticed him staring so he winked at her and she blushed. Dave hardly heard the rest of the speech but James soon stood in front of him and they shook hands again before the announcer and the top three finishers lined up for a formal picture. After the pictures were finished, Dave walked to Sarah and Roxanne and asked, "Ready to leave?" Sarah replied, "Raymond is out front." Dave nodded, got his clubs, took them to storage, then found the Rolls and climbed in back. The dividing window was up and he immediately kissed Roxanne and then Sarah; he and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't even notice you on the course during the round but I was really focused on my game." Both hugged him and said how proud they were of him. Dave eventually opened the envelope and was pleased to see a one hundred and fifty pound gift certificate to the pro shop at Blackheath. Dave had already planned to buy a few souvenirs plus a nice gift for his father with the Blackheath name and coat of arms. When they arrived home Sarah's parents were waiting anxiously and congratulated Dave on his great round. Dave found a phone and called his father. After three rings, his dad answered, "Hello?" Dave spoke firmly, "I shot sixty two today and tied for the lead - but I lost in a playoff. My opponent sank an unbelievable fifty footer to edge me out. I should have tied him but I was so flabbergasted I missed a makeable putt." His father replied, "Congratulations Dave, that's a wonderful round. I'm very proud of you. We're at the beach. It's a beautiful day. There are a whole bunch of people that want to say hello. Here's your Mother. Enjoy the rest of your trip and I'll see you on Wednesday." Dave answered, "Thanks, Dad, see you then." His mother's voice was the next sound Dave heard and, after a brief recap of his tough loss, she wished him well and passed the phone along. Jennifer was next and Dave could actually feel his knees get weak when he heard her voice. She had heard the golf story from his Dad and said she missed him and would be waiting for him at the airport. She passed the phone along again and this time Dave heard Ann's sexy voice manage a hesitant hello; Dave said, "Well, hello there, sexy lady, how is your vacation?" She replied, "I'm having a great week - but it would be a lot better if you were here. Jennifer and I have worked everything out between us and I really miss you." Dave looked around and he was glad he had gone to Lord Thurlow's office to call in private. He spoke softly, "I'm happy you two worked everything out. I really miss the two of you and our good times in the Love Hut." Ann simply replied, "Me, too." Dave could tell she was starting to cry and he whispered in a shaky voice, "You will always be my first, Ann; and, as I have said many times - I will always love you for that." He heard a very broken, "Goodbye." And he felt tears well up in his own eyes as he replied, "Goodbye, Ann." Julie was next and Dave was very happy to hear his sister's voice. He said he missed her and their private talks. She said she would see him soon. Beth was the final voice to come on the phone and Dave said he loved his little sister and would see her soon. When Dave hung up he had to wipe the tears from his eyes. He knew he had the greatest family and friends. He waited ten minutes to compose himself then walked out to find Sarah. Roxanne found him and mentioned that supper was being served in the informal dining room. Roxanne noticed his red eyes and asked, "Is everything okay at home?" Dave replied, "Yes, spectacular - but I do miss everyone." She hugged him and then they walked toward the dining room arm-in-arm. Roxanne pulled away from Dave just before they entered; Dave sat down and ate a very large meal. After supper he and Sarah went for a refreshing swim. It was after dark when they emerged from the pool and Sarah asked, "So, are you ready to see the sights of London tomorrow?" Dave replied, "Yes, and I need to pick up some presents for my family. You haven't let me spend any money since I got here so I want to spend most of what I have on my family and friends." When they exited the pool, Roxanne walked out of the mansion and helped dry Sarah. Dave noticed how her drying seemed to tease Sarah a little more than usual and, as Roxanne followed Sarah to the change house, he wondered how intimate Roxanne and Sarah would remain after he left. He knew they would always be close. He showered in his room and kept telling himself, "Don't ever underestimate your opponents again." He exited the shower and his now-normal bedmate was waiting for him. She was wearing a simple long white nightshirt; Dave loved the way it both hid and pointed out her curves as she moved. As he crawled onto the bed she whispered, "I want to give you my own special tournament prize now." And she kissed her way down his body. His soft member hardened quickly as she sat up briefly and pulled the white night shirt over her head to display her perfect round breasts and soft down-covered pussy. She leaned forward, took Dave's hardening meat into her mouth, and gently caressed his balls as she stroked him to hardness. Dave closed his eyes and enjoyed the incredible pleasure Sarah was giving him. All his thoughts of golf floated away and he had a vivid flashback of Sarah and Roxanne in their school uniforms. He was hard as steel and Sarah was sucking and licking him like a true pro. She managed to take him part way down her throat but not all the way. Dave soon felt his orgasm building and he warned, "I'm cumming." Sarah simply took his balls in her hand and caressed them as she continued to suck. Dave felt his pistol load-up and shoot into Sarah's soft wet mouth. He moaned as he held her head and drove his seed deep into her wanton mouth. Sarah swallowed all his seed and milked every last drop from his slowly wilting shaft. She then looked up at him and whispered, "You have me hooked on this now. I love to make you feel good." He pulled her up and kissed her softly, briefly tasting the salty residue on her lips. He replied, "You are truly special and Harry will be the luckiest man on earth if he gets you." Sarah smiled and softly said, "I'm not sure I want Harry anymore. I think I might want you." Dave was surprised but pleased by her words and he held her close and whispered, "You are a wonderful person and very special to me. Events have pushed us so close together that we can never be completely separated. Even with our love, you shouldn't make your mind up too fast. We've had an exciting few weeks together and right now we're both feeling the euphoria of our experiences. We are both still teenagers and have a lot of life to live. But you never know; it is possible we could end up together." Deep down, Dave knew it was very unlikely. He could not imagine living the high society type of life Sarah enjoyed and he doubted she could live the "normal" life he expected to have - but he didn't want to hurt her feelings so he left the door open for a future relationship with her. In truth, the door was barely open an inch. He finished by saying, "I have another year of high school and then, I hope, four years of college before I will be ready to face the world. You have the same so let's not make any commitments we can't follow through on - let's just see what happens and promise me you will keep your options open. We love each other now but who knows who we might meet over the next few years." Sarah looked disappointed at what she first thought was rejection but, as Dave elaborated, she thought about his words and was happy to hear he said there was a chance they could be together. She was especially happy to hear him say they both loved each other and she hugged him tight and replied, "I promise I will keep my options open - but right now I only want you." Dave hugged her tenderly and replied, "Right now, you have me." And they fell asleep in each other's arms. Dave woke the next morning very refreshed but alone as usual. He showered and got dressed for a day of sightseeing. He knocked on Sarah's closed door with camera in hand. After a slight pause he heard Roxanne say she would be there in a moment. She eventually opened the door and, when she saw it was Dave, she ushered him into the room. Sarah was lying on the bed and it seemed apparent that she and Roxanne must have been having some deep discussions. He knew they weren't likely having sex because the bed was not overly messy and neither of them appeared overly excited or tired. Roxanne finally said, "We were just talking about you. Are you ready to see all of London?" Dave said he was so Sarah got off the bed and moved beside him. She was wearing a pretty powder blue dress with white shoes. The three of them walked to the dining room and, after eating a sizable breakfast, made their way to the front door. Roxanne disappeared during breakfast and was waiting for them in the Rolls wearing a sexy pink summer dress. Dave sat in the middle and, with the privacy window up, was affectionately kissed and teased as Raymond drove them around London. After buying miniature Big Ben alarm clocks for Julie and Beth, Dave asked to go to a jewelry store. Sarah, of course, took him to the jewelry store she frequented and it only took Dave two minutes to realize the prices were way out of his price range. He quietly asked Roxanne, "Is there a jewelry store close by that a poor Canadian visitor can afford?" Roxanne laughed before she ushered him and Sarah back into the Rolls and had Raymond drive them to a different, more modest jewelry store. Dave was very pleased to see items in his price range and he picked out a charm for his mother's bracelet which read "World's Best Mom". He then asked Roxanne and Sarah if they would leave him alone for a while so he could shop in private. Sarah seemed a little annoyed but Roxanne understood and she led Sarah to a different store to find new lingerie. He found a nice little silver chain with a heart pendant. He first bought one for Sarah, took another for Roxanne, and finally bought a third for Katherine. Dave asked the jeweler if he could engrave the pendants and after hearing a reply of yes, Dave thought about what to put on each. For Sarah he wrote down, "Love Always, DM". For Roxanne he wrote "Your Loving Servant, DM" and for Katherine he wrote "My Special Love, Dave". Deep down Dave didn't know if he would ever get to give the pendant to Katherine because if she were to find someone else over the summer and they didn't get back together, their life together would be over. Dave briefly became a little sad as he thought about Katherine and how little she had been on his mind these past few weeks - but he was shaken from his reverie by the jeweler who asked, "Would you like anything else, Sir?" Dave handed the man the sheet of paper with the three phrases and went looking for something different for Jennifer. He looked at earrings, chains, and rings but finally selected a nice ankle bracelet made of gold. He thought it was perfect for his long-time best friend and summer lover. The jeweler finished the pendants and wrapped each one for Dave. Dave carefully marked an initial on each box. He made a personal note not to let Sarah see the boxes for fear of upsetting her with one for Katherine. Sarah knew about Jennifer so he didn't suspect that would be a problem but he didn't want to have to explain who Katherine was; sometimes a man needs his secrets. Dave walked out of the store with his gifts and found Sarah and Roxanne sitting on a bench waiting for him. Sarah kind of nosed around the bag but Dave teased, "Keep your nose out of the bag or you won't get your surprise." That seemed to make Sarah happy and she took Dave's arm and led him to the Rolls. Dave's next stop was obviously a very strange request to his friends. He asked to go to a local police station. Raymond did as Dave asked and pulled up in front of a police station. Dave went inside and spoke to the officer at the main desk. Dave explained he was from Canada and that his uncle was a policeman in QAI. He elaborated that his uncle collected police hats from various cities in North America and Dave wanted to buy a bobby's hat for his uncle. The officer at the desk told Dave he knew a bobby who also liked to trade hats and called that officer to the front desk. Dave talked to the man who agreed to sell Dave a hat for what Dave thought was a low price, on the condition Dave got a reciprocal hat from his uncle and sent it to the bobby. Dave had agreed and was happy to walk out of the police station with the bobby's hat and mailing address. Raymond, Sarah, and Roxanne all laughed when Dave showed them his acquisition. Dave's last shopping stop was the Blackheath golf shop. He picked out a nice golf shirt for his Dad and the three hats; one each for his Dad, John, and himself. He still had a little of his gift certificate left so he bought a ball repairer with the Blackheath logo. He knew he would never use it as long as he had his lucky one which he kept in his golf bag but it would be a nice backup just in case. While at the golf course, Dave ran into Edward who he had golfed with the first day at Blackheath. Edward congratulated him on a great tournament then asked when he was going back to Canada. Dave explained he was leaving on Wednesday. Edward asked if Dave wanted to golf with him tomorrow and Dave said he would love to. They booked a tee time for ten-thirty before Dave left with Sarah and Roxanne. During the drive back to the Thurlow residence, Dave thought about the short time he had left in England; he was a bit sad to have his time winding down but he was also looking forward to getting home.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Eighteen -Surprise Goodbyes Back from their shopping excursion, the Rolls pulled up in front of the Thurlow residence and Dave and Sarah climbed out of the back seat carrying several shopping bags. Roxanne promised to meet them inside once she had changed back into her maid's uniform. Dave and Sarah walked in the front door and were greeted by James. He mentioned that Lord Thurlow was awaiting their return and wished to speak with both of them in his study. He then took the bags from Dave and promised to put them in his room. Sarah led the way and, after they entered her father's study, they sat quietly waiting for Lord Thurlow to finish his phone call. After he hung up the phone he smiled at Dave and Sarah and asked, "Did you have a good day sightseeing?" Dave replied, "Yes, we had a wonderful day." Lord Thurlow continued, "That's splendid. I just wanted to tell you that Diana and I would like the two of you to join us for a farewell supper at Petrus, the restaurant in Knightsbridge. We have reservations for eight-thirty." Sarah looked at Dave who nodded agreement. Sarah then replied, "That sounds nice, Daddy. You'll have to lend Dave a dinner jacket unless you want him to wear his tux." Lord Thurlow smiled, "I'd be happy to lend him one of my jackets. Your mother and I will meet you in the main hall at eight o'clock." Sarah nodded understandingly as she got to her feet and pulled Dave from his chair. Dave said a quick, "Thank you, sir." before being pulled from the room. Sarah explained, "It's not quite five so we have plenty of time for a swim before we leave. I'll meet you at the pool." Dave nodded agreement then walked to his room. He now knew the house quite well and quickly changed into his swimsuit before going out to the pool. Sarah had not yet arrived so he dove in and swam several laps. As she entered the pool he swam to her and held her in his arms, "Thank you for a great day. I really enjoyed the time with you and Roxanne. I can't believe I only have two nights left here. The time has passed so quickly and I have truly enjoyed my visit beyond all expectations." Sarah looked a little sad as she replied, "I can't believe it passed so quickly as well. I had hoped to spend tonight alone with you; but that, obviously, isn't going to happen now - so please leave tomorrow night available for me." He kissed her softly, "I promise tomorrow night is yours." She whispered, "And Roxanne's too; she is going to miss you as well." Dave smiled and nodded. The two close friends enjoyed an hour in the pool. As they climbed from the pool, Roxanne was waiting for Sarah and the three talked casually as Dave and Sarah dried off. Dave went into the house as Sarah and Roxanne went to the pool-house. Dave showered in his room and, as he exited his bathroom, he was greeted by a smiling Roxanne holding a sports jacket. Roxanne closed the door, placed the jacket carefully on the bed, walked up to a naked Dave, and kissed him passionately. He slid his hands under the skirt of her uniform and took hold of the two round globes of her firm ass. She melted in his arms as their tongues dueled. Roxanne started to drop in front of Dave but he held her and whispered, "It's my turn to treat you." And he quickly dropped to his knees and lifted the front of her skirt. He slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her panty-covered sex. He looked up at her and said, "God, you always look so sexy in this uniform. You make me hard just looking at you." She smiled at him as he continued to rub her wet snatch. He took hold of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them and he began licking her thigh as he tenderly caressed her soft nether lips. He felt her excitement as he slid a finger into her hot, wet love-hole. She moaned her appreciation as she placed her hands on his head. He continued licking her thigh as he slowly closed in on his hot steamy target; smelling her intoxicating aroma reinforced his progress. His finger was gliding in and out of her as he moved his lips to her opening and traced her soft petals up to her hard little nub. He flicked her clit with his tongue as she pulled his hair and held him against her sex. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he pistoned his finger in and out of her simmering box. Roxanne's moans were getting louder and louder as she began to plead, "Oh that feels incredible - but I want to feel your big cock inside me. Take me to the bed and shag my brains out." Dave obliged his hot uniformed maid and stood before guiding her to the bed. He tossed the jacket on a chair before he positioned her in the middle of the bed. He moved between her legs and she quickly guided his hard prick into her wet quim. She moaned as he stroked into her deeply and soon got himself fully seated. She put her arms around his back and pulled him close as he began a steady grinding motion. She moaned loudly, "Fuck me harder, Dave, fuck me harder." Dave was pounding into her as hard as he could and she quickly reached her first orgasm. Dave continued a steady thrusting motion as she peaked and she seemed to stay at the peak for a long time before relaxing slightly. Dave knew he was still several minutes away from his orgasm, so he moved her legs higher and rolled her pelvis up to try and bring her to another orgasm. He eventually moved her legs so that a foot was over each of his shoulders and most of her weight was on her shoulders as he increased his thrusting motion. Dave could feel his own climax building and was pleased to hear Roxanne start to moan louder as her breathing again became more ragged. He thrust into her as hard as he could as he felt his balls fill with his juices. Roxanne moaned loudly as her orgasm overtook her senses just as Dave drove his seed deep inside her womb. Dave thrust several more times before he collapsed on top of her. After taking a quick moment to catch his breath he slowly moved her legs off his shoulders and stretched out on top of her as he kissed her softly. Her eyes were glazed but she finally looked into his eyes and whispered, "That felt so good. I am definitely going to miss you when you leave." Dave kissed her and replied, "I will miss you, too." They cuddled for about ten minutes before Roxanne finally sat up and declared, "I need to help Sarah get ready; she wants to look especially beautiful for you tonight so I better get going. Thank you again." Dave rolled onto his side and watched the amazing sexy maid dash out of the room. Not only was she an exciting partner, she always seemed grateful for his attentions. He stood up, went to the dresser, and pulled on a clean pair of boxers. He noticed a black pair of panties on the floor and picked them up. He chuckled at how Roxanne had left without her underwear. Dave put on his dress clothes and pulled on the jacket. It fit reasonably well so he headed for Sarah's room. He tapped on the door and, after a surprisingly long pause, Roxanne stuck her head out the door. She looked a little flustered as she explained, "Sarah will have to meet you downstairs later. She wants to surprise you." Dave nodded agreement, turned and walked downstairs. He decided to go to the library and send some e-mails. After about a half hour, he heard some movement behind him and he turned to see a stunning Sarah standing in the doorway. She was wearing a beautiful long soft blue gown with white gloves. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and her makeup looked perfect. Dave stood and stared at her open-jawed, "You look absolutely spectacular." Sarah blushed as she thanked him, "Thank you, Dave. You look very handsome as well." Dave walked to her and kissed her tenderly. He immediately noticed a different flavor and quickly realized that he himself had tasted the same juices a short time earlier. Roxanne's taste was unmistakable. Roxanne walked into the room behind Sarah and smiled proudly at her work. Dave walked to Roxanne and as he stood in front of her he slid his hand under her skirt and caressed her soft pussy. He then whispered, "You like feeling naughty without your panties, don't you?" Roxanne blushed as Dave reached into his jacket pocket with his other hand and pulled out her abandoned panties. He handed them to her and added, "You don't have to wear these - but I'm sure you wouldn't want James to find them in my room." Roxanne blushed and thanked him before she left. Sarah took Dave's arm and they walked to the main hall together. Her parents joined them and they took the Rolls to Petrus. Dave was surprised how elegant the beautiful restaurant was and, surprisingly, enjoyed his meal. The restaurant served wine of the same name with the meal and both Dave and Sarah drank a little. Dave reflected that, although he enjoyed the meal and had never expected he would appreciate eating Halibut braised with asparagus and lettuce, the truth was he always enjoyed a good barbeque at the trailer just as much. After the meal, the party adjourned to a near-by club where Dave and Sarah danced for while and Dave even danced with Lady Diana. She complimented him on his dancing but he was more pleased that he didn't step on her feet. Dave enjoyed the evening with Sarah and her parents but he was equally pleased when they finally decided to go home. During the drive home Lord Thurlow explained, "Diana and I have plans for tomorrow evening and we will be out until very late. That was why we chose to go out to supper with you tonight." Dave thought about the possibilities the next night would offer and could almost feel himself getting hard with anticipation. As the Rolls pulled up in front of the residence, Dave thanked Lord Thurlow and Diana for a wonderful evening before he kissed Sarah politely on the cheek and went to bed. He was in bed barely five minutes when he felt a warm body climb under the covers and cuddle up to him. He kissed Sarah tenderly before she said, "Tonight was a lot of fun. I really enjoy dressing up and going out. I also enjoyed dancing with you - I feel so good when I'm in your big strong arms." He replied, "I had a great time as well but I'm really looking forward to spending tomorrow evening with you and Roxanne." Sarah added, "I'm sure we will have a lot of fun tomorrow, too." Dave suddenly felt a soft hand begin to fondle his semi-erect prick. He slipped his hand between Sarah's legs and returned the favor. Sarah slowly slipped beneath the covers and began kissing her way down his body. Dave didn't want to miss any of the fun so he spun underneath Sarah and they were soon in a sixty-nine position. They licked and sucked each other to simultaneous orgasms. After catching their breath they spooned each other and fell asleep contently in each other's arms. Dave woke to his alarm clock and he could still feel Sarah's soft round breast in his hand. He turned off the clock then rolled over and kissed Sarah's neck. She sleepily rolled over to face him and they kissed tenderly before Dave made his way to the bathroom. He returned slightly refreshed but Sarah was gone, so he dressed and went to the kitchen for his early morning breakfast. Raymond was waiting in the driveway and Dave climbed into the front seat. They talked casually on the drive before Raymond left him at the golf course. Dave had a good morning of practice during which he kept thinking how he would be flying home the next day. Shortly after ten, Edward, Richard, and John joined Dave on the practice green. Dave shook each of their hands and quickly said, "So, John, I think we should take these two on again and show them how a humble winner is supposed to act." John laughed, "I'm definitely up to giving them a sound beating if you are." Dave and John both looked at Edward and Richard who seemed to be back-pedaling. Edward started with, "Well, I think you should give us a few strokes, Dave, just to keep it fair." Dave laughed, "You two didn't seem to think it was necessary to give me or John strokes the first day. What do you think John? Should we give them a few strokes so they don't whine too much when we beat them soundly." John snickered, "Well, I think you better give them a few strokes because you're leaving tomorrow but I'd have to listen to their complaining long after you're gone." Dave finally responded with, "Okay, I'll give both of you five strokes - one each on the five hardest holes. I think that is more than fair enough." Edward and Richard smiled as they thought they now had the advantage; but once they got on the course they quickly realized that five strokes was not nearly enough. Unbelievably, Dave was hitting the ball even better than the last time they had played with him and his final sixty-three was nine stokes better than any of the rest. Dave and John won four and three (four holes up with only three holes to play) and both tortured Richard and Edward unmercifully for the last three holes. Edward invited Dave to the lounge for a drink and Dave thankfully accepted. He sipped a coke while the three men enjoyed their cold ales. The teasing eased up once they left the last green and Edward thanked Dave for joining them. Dave formally thanked the three and asked them to contact him if they ever visited QAI. Edward, John, and Richard all appreciated the invitation and wished him a safe trip home. Dave thanked them again before he left to meet Raymond who he had called just before he entered the lounge. Dave packed his clubs into the car after he had gone back to the storage area and thanked the staff for looking after his clubs. The clubs seemed somewhat different in feel and sound; peeking in the bag he discovered each club had been specially packed for travel so they could not rattle or jostle each other in transit. He had already given his parting thanks to the pro shop staff and had shaken the hand of Harry, the pro. Harry had wished Dave well and Dave made the same offer to Harry about visiting QAI. Dave looked over his shoulder from the front seat of the rolls and watched Blackheath disappear from view. He had really enjoyed his experiences here and felt a little sad to be leaving; but at the same time he knew he would be home tomorrow and that too was exciting. Raymond noticed the wistful look on his face as they talked about his visit. Raymond was surprised how close he had gotten to this young Canadian and he almost considered him to be more like a son than a strange visitor. Dave thanked him as he got out in front of the house. Raymond pulled Dave's clubs from the trunk and Dave carried them into the house. It was late afternoon so Dave went looking for Sarah, to see if they were going to go for their usual swim. He eventually found her in the library where she was chatting on the computer with a few of her friends. As Dave entered she noticed him and he saw her clear the screen and type a message saying Dave had just arrived home. Dave was curious what the secret was so he asked, "Are you talking about me?" The blush on Sarah's face told him he hit the nail right on the head and he chuckled as he added, "I hope you're talking nice about me." She smiled and replied, "Is there anything bad I could say?" Dave didn't answer but simply asked, "Are we going for a swim?" Sarah explained, "My parents are leaving around six and I wanted Roxanne to join us for our final swim so if you don't mind I thought we would swim after supper." Dave sat down beside Sarah and answered, "That sounds great. I love having two beautiful women in the pool with me. Who are you chatting with?" Sarah explained, "Some of my friends. They know you are leaving tomorrow and are planning to fill my time over the next two weeks. I think they know I've fallen even more in love with you." Sarah's head dropped as she finished speaking and Dave could see her eyes getting misty. Dave immediately placed one of his hands under her chin and turned her to face him. He looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "I will always be here for you. I'm only ever a phone call away." He kissed her softly then hugged her tenderly. Sarah was very emotional and she held him very tight. Dave glanced at the computer screen and thought the other girls must have noticed Sarah not writing because a question came across the screen, "Rose>Can you please stop kissing him for ten minutes while we work out our plans for the next two weeks? Then you can spend the entire night in his arms if you wish." Dave laughed and pointed to the screen. Sarah seemed to cheer up a little as he asked, "Who is Rose?" Sarah explained, "You met Rose at the formal, she is Lord Edward's daughter." Dave asked, "Can I reply to her?" After Sarah nodded he pulled the keyboard comfortably in front of himself and typed, "This is Dave. Rose, please tell your father he needs more practice if he wants to beat John and me in the future. And you don't need to worry about Sarah for the next two weeks because she will be too tired after tonight to even leave her room." Dave sent that message and then immediately added another one. "This is Dave again. I'm just teasing, Rose. Please thank your father for a wonderful day on the golf course. Also please look after Sarah when I leave because I will miss her very much as well, but fortunately for me my golf schedule is very full the next three weeks. It was nice to meet you and your friends and I hope to see you again someday. Goodbye and please take special care of Sarah for me." Dave watched as Sarah fielded replies from her friends before he kissed her softly and said, "I'm going to pack. Come see me when you're finished." Sarah nodded as she returned to typing messages to her friends. Dave strolled back to his room and pulled out his suitcase. He opened it across the bed and started packing all his clothes. He snickered to himself as he thought about his time in Alberta and how he was only there a week but yet all his clothes were dirty when he returned home. This time he will have been gone two weeks and the only clothes his mother would have to wash would be his outfit from that day and the clothes he wore home. He picked out his shirt, shorts, socks, and underwear for his return trip and packed everything else except what he was wearing plus his bathing suit. He left the tux hanging in the closet unsure what to do with it. When Sarah came in she asked him why he didn't pack it. He looked at her quizzically and she explained, "That is for you. Daddy didn't rent it. He bought it for you. I'm sure you will find some occasions to wear it when you get home." Dave looked at her and shrugged, "I don't know when I will ever wear it but thank you and I will thank your father as well; but how am I going to take it home? I don't have a suit bag." Sarah explained, "I will call daddy at work and get him to ask Raymond to pick one up for you when he picks Daddy up." Sarah walked out of the room and Dave just shook his head thinking how easily Sarah spent money whenever she needed to. When she returned Sarah said her father also wanted to speak to Dave about some last-minute thing when he got home - and that he would indeed have Raymond pick up a bag for him. Dave then asked, "Do you want to go for a walk before supper time?" Sarah nodded so they walked out of the room arm-in-arm. They walked out one of the back doors then strolled through the grounds until they found the gazebo they had sat in the first day Dave arrived. They sat and talked about the upcoming weeks and Dave held Sarah tight as she got sad when she talked about him leaving. They had been talking for quite a while when they saw Sarah's parents walking towards them. Lord Thurlow and Lady Diana joined them in the gazebo and, after a short friendly conversation, Lord Thurlow spoke directly to Dave, "Can I see you in my study for a few moments?" Dave nodded, stood, and followed Lord Thurlow into the house. Dave thanked him for the tux and the carry-bag and they talked casually about Dave's golf that day until they reached the study. Dave sat in the chair in front of the desk and Lord Thurlow took his seat behind it. Dave watched as Lord Thurlow opened a briefcase and pulled out a thick yellow envelope. He placed the envelope on the desk in front of Dave and explained, "As I said at the golf course last week I had to think of a way to repay you for looking after my precious daughter. Her happiness and safety are invaluable to me and you have now twice saved her and also brought her more joy than I thought possible. You are a fine young man and I have thought a lot about this. In the envelope is the paperwork for a trust I have set up in your name. I have listed your parents as trustees so they will control the trust proceeds until you need them. I have placed one hundred thousand pounds in an investment in the name of the trust and this money is to be used for your education. I know you are hoping for a scholarship but, regardless of whether that does or doesn't happen, this money will provide a very suitable education. Any portion not spent on your education will be turned over to your control on your twenty-fifth birthday. This may seem like a lot to you but it is but a small token of my appreciation." Dave's mouth dropped open and he started stuttering a response but couldn't complete a comprehensible reply. He finally blurted out, "But... I can't... I really can't accept this Lord Thurlow. This is totally unnecessary. I care for your daughter very deeply but this is much too much. I can't accept it." Lord Thurlow replied, "Well accepting it isn't an option anymore. I've already signed all the paper work and the only way the money can be removed from the trust is by your parents or you when you're twenty-five. Dave, I know this seems overwhelming to you but it would make me very happy if you didn't fight me on this. I have the means to do this for you and after what you have done for me it seems like it's not nearly enough. Please consider this as a family matter. My hope is that, as you have so much assisted my family, this trust will not only lift some of the burden of educational expenses from your parents, but can also give you a good start on maximizing your own ability to support your own family in the future." As the rationale shifted to the effect on his family, Dave could see he wasn't going to win this argument so, feeling very light-headed from the shock, he finally just stood up and put his hand out to shake Lord Thurlow's hand. As Lord Thurlow shook his hand Dave said, "Thank you, sir. I don't think I deserve this but I won't fight you on it." Lord Thurlow finished with, "Thank you, Dave. I better go get dressed for my night out with Diana. Have a nice evening with Sarah and I'll see you in the morning for breakfast." Dave just nodded as he took the envelope and followed Lord Thurlow out of the study. Dave took the stairs two at a time as he bounded up to his room. He couldn't believe he was holding an envelope worth over $200,000. He decided he would calm down and talk to his father about the whole situation before he drew any final conclusions. Dave put the envelope in his suitcase before he went to the informal dining room looking for Sarah. He found her waiting for him and he sat down with her and waited for James to serve them. As soon as James saw Dave enter the room he went into the kitchen. Dave and Sarah enjoyed a quiet supper. Dave was still shocked by Lord Thurlow's gift but Sarah didn't notice because she was too upset about his impending departure. After eating, Dave and Sarah met Lord Thurlow and Lady Diana in the main hall and wished them a good night. After Sarah's parents departed, Sarah said, "I'll meet you in the pool." Dave again sprinted up the stairs and quickly changed into his swimsuit. He was the first one to reach the pool so he dove in and swam several laps. Sarah and Roxanne soon strolled out of the house and Dave was pleased to see they were wearing the tiny bikinis they had worn the first day in France. Memories of his first visit to the topless beaches on the Riviera flooded into his mind. Dave swam to the shallow end of the pool and waited at the bottom of the steps for the two girls to join him. He immediately took Sarah into his arms and kissed her tenderly as he fondled her mostly-exposed ass. He then turned to Roxanne and repeated the kiss; he also enjoyed the feel of her firm ass in his hands. The three friends frolicked for about an hour in the pool before they eventually climbed out and started to dry themselves. As usual, Dave started towards the house when he heard Sarah ask, "Do you want to come into the pool-house with us?" Dave nodded and followed the two girls into the pool-house. Dave hadn't been sure what to expect but he was surprised to see a large room with a couch and several matching chairs. A beautiful coffee table was sitting in the middle of the cozy looking formation and Dave immediately thought this room was as nice or even nicer than the living room in his house. There were several corner shelves with plants and the walls were decorated with fine art. On the far side of the room was a doorway and Dave was curious where it lead because that was clearly their destination. Sarah took Dave's hand in hers and she led him towards the far doorway. As he walked though the entrance he saw large bathroom with a huge open shower at the far end. It was an elegantly tiled shower with two shower-heads along one wall. There was even a bench along the back wall of the shower. Dave immediately thought about how much fun he could have in this shower. Sarah must have been thinking the same thoughts because she quickly turned to face him and pulled him into her arms. They kissed softly as she started to pull his suit down. As their lips parted Sarah looked over at Roxanne who had followed them into the change room and asked, "Care to join me in a quick blow job?" Roxanne nodded and walked towards Dave with a towel still in her hand. She placed the towel on the floor in front of his feet then she and Sarah dropped to their knees in unison, pulling his suit the rest of the way down as they went. He stepped out of his suit as he felt Roxanne's hand take hold of his quickly hardening shaft. He felt her lips envelop his crown as her tongue flicked the tip of its head. He moaned appreciation as Sarah joined Roxanne by tonguing his balls. He looked down at the two beautiful girls in tiny bikinis servicing him and he gently placed a hand lightly on each head. With two tongues, two mouths and four hands working him over, Dave quickly reached his peak and exploded in Sarah's mouth. She took all his seed without hesitation and then turned to Roxanne and shared the remnants in a soft, sensual kiss. The two girls stood and began to remove their suits when Dave finally regained his senses and asked, "Can I do that for you?" Both girls nodded approval and Dave first moved to Sarah and kissed her softly as he untied the knot behind her neck. He moved back and allowed the tiny material to slip away from her nipples. He bent over and took a nipple in his mouth only to feel Roxanne do the same to Sarah's other nipple. They worked together and sucked Sarah to an excited high. Dave slowly reached around Sarah and undid the remaining knot behind her back before throwing the top on his suit piled on the floor. Dave stood and, as Roxanne stood beside Sarah, he moved to her and kissed her softly as he untied the knot behind her neck. He again pulled the small material from Roxanne's breasts and kissed his way down to her left nipple. Sarah returned Roxanne's favor and sucked her right nipple extracting a soft moan from Roxanne. Dave removed Roxanne's top and it joined the pile on the floor. Dave then stood up and after Sarah returned to a standing position he moved in front of her and kissed his way down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. He put a hand at each side of her hips and he took the strings holding her bottoms in place and simultaneously pulled both; revealing Sarah's soft brown patch of hair. He kissed her trim stomach and slowly worked his way down to her soft nether lips. Sarah moaned as his tongue caress her petals. He could taste her nectar oozing as he felt another pair of hands cover his sitting on Sarah's hips. He heard Sarah moan even louder and he quickly realized that Roxanne was behind Sarah matching his teasing motions. He lowered his mouth further and his tongue briefly dueled with Roxanne's tongue before he returned to sucking Sarah's nether lips. He slipped his tongue between her lips and flicked her clit softly before sucking the small nub into his mouth. Sarah moaned loudly as her fingers weaved through his hair. He concentrated his efforts on her clit and she soon began bucking as a very strong orgasm overtook her. Dave and Roxanne continued licking and teasing Sarah as her orgasm slowly subsided. When Sarah seemed to regain her composure, Dave stood in front of her and waited for Roxanne to resume her position beside Sarah. Once Roxanne was standing beside Sarah, Dave moved in front of her and began kissing his way down her body until he was on his knees in front of her. He untied her bikini bottom in one motion and threw it on the pile. He began kissing down her trim stomach until he moved past her black landing strip of hair to her soft puffy lips. He briefly looked up and saw Sarah still standing beside him looking slightly uncertain. Dave quickly deduced that she had never licked anyone's ass before and was probably not comfortable enough to start now, so in one smooth motion Dave spun Roxanne around and began kneading her ass cheeks as he worked his tongue down her crack. He heard a large moan as Roxanne exclaimed, "Oh yes, Sarah, that feels so good." Dave quickly worked his tongue below her ass and met Sarah's tongue licking and teasing Roxanne from the front. After briefly fencing with Sarah's tongue, he moved up to Roxanne's sphincter and jabbed it with his tongue. She moaned louder and her breathing was quickly becoming harder and harder. Dave knew she was very close so he focused on her rosebud and licked and probed her as Sarah did her thing from the front. Roxanne's hips were swaying as she cried out in excitement. Dave and Sarah kissed and teased her through her orgasm before Dave finally stood and took her in his arms from behind and kissed her neck tenderly. Sarah stood and made Roxanne the meat in their body sandwich. After giving Roxanne a few moments to catch her breath, they all walked to the shower and turned on both streams of water. The warm water felt very soothing as Dave relaxed under the water and watched Sarah and Roxanne kissing passionately. After they broke their tender kiss, Sarah moved into Dave's arms and whispered into his ear, "Dave, I have thought about this a lot and I love you so much. I want you to take my virginity." Dave loved Sarah too and his mind raced with thoughts of Sarah and her confession the first night he was in London. Deep in his heart he knew that if he took her virginity then she could have significant trouble moving on to another lover and he truly felt their chance of having a happy life together was very slim. He glanced at Roxanne who was listening intently and she just shrugged, not offering any suggestion to the invitation. Sarah noticed his thoughtful look and she added, "I loved watching you shag Roxanne and I want to feel you inside me. Please fuck me. I can't stand the thought of your leaving me empty." Those nasty words coming from the prim and proper Sarah sent a shiver up his back and he almost gave in to her request but his mind quickly came to a compromise solution, "I would be honored to be your first but I remember what you told me the first night I was here and I would rather see you wait longer to make sure you don't have second thoughts. However, just because I can't take your virgin pussy doesn't mean I can't take your virgin ass." Sarah immediately shivered as the thought of Dave pushing his big cock up her ass almost overwhelmed her - but she finally smiled and replied, "Okay, I think I would like that very much." Roxanne walked closer and whispered, "I brought the Vaseline hoping Dave would plow me in the ass again tonight. Why don't we go to the sitting room where we can be more comfortable?" Both Dave and Sarah followed Roxanne from the shower where they dried each other before going out to the main room. Roxanne closed the curtains on all the windows as Dave and Sarah kissed on the couch. Dave asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sarah nodded so Dave took the jar of Vaseline from Roxanne and gently coated his stiff shaft. He then turned Sarah around. Roxanne moved onto the couch in front of Sarah and coached her as she fondled and caressed her round breasts. Dave pushed Sarah slightly forward as he spread her ass cheeks with one hand and gently moved his other hand to her sphincter. He first inserted one lubricated finger into her back hole and she moaned as he worked some lube into her. He removed his finger and got more Vaseline on his hand before working two fingers into her tight hole. Sarah continued to moan as Roxanne talked her through each of Dave's moves and softly explained how he was stretching her for the penetration. After Dave was satisfied he had ample lube in her ass, he moved the head of his prick to her rosebud and gently started to push into her at a slight angle to the left. Sarah moaned loudly as he started to penetrate her so he paused several times to allow her to relax to this new intrusion. Her sphincter alternated between a tight squeeze and a relaxation. Dave could follow each relaxation with a small inward progress. After several patient moments Dave had the head completely inside Sarah's incredibly tight ass. It almost felt as if she were going to cut the head of his penis right off. He slowly moved forward and paused each time Sarah seemed to gasp. When he finally had his pole completely inside he asked, "Does that feel okay?" Sarah gasped, "Oh my God, it feels unbelievable. I feel like I'm going to explode. I am so full!" Dave looked at Roxanne and she smiled and nodded as he pulled his hips back until just his crown was inside, then he gently pushed forward. Sarah moaned and gasped as she felt him slide out and then back in. He felt as if his cock were in a velvet vice as he pushed forward as far as he could. He then pulled out a little faster and back in again. Sarah moaned loudly and she began to push back to meet his thrusting meat. Dave put his hands on her hips and pulled out even faster before thrusting back in. Sarah was now driving her hips out to meet his pumping pole and she moaned, "Fuck my ass, Dave. Fuck me harder. I love it! I love you!" Dave thrust even harder and soon he had a steady rhythm going. He could feel his orgasm building quickly and Sarah's breathing was getting very ragged so he knew she was close as well. He held off as long as he could and was happy when Sarah finally moaned through a very loud orgasm. Once she had started to climax Dave let his orgasm peak and he exploded into her tight ass. She moaned louder as she felt his warm seed fill her ass. Dave collapsed on top of Sarah who collapsed on top of Roxanne. After taking several minutes to recuperate, Dave moved off Sarah and smiled down at Roxanne who was slightly squished but contently smiling at him. He bent over and kissed her softly as Sarah also started to move off of Roxanne. After their lips parted Roxanne said, "That looked wonderful. I could tell you both enjoyed it. Let's head back to the shower to clean up." Dave stood and took Sarah's hand. He then reached for Roxanne's hand and helped her off the couch. She grabbed the jar of lube and said, "We're not done with this yet." She then walked with Dave and Sarah back into the change room. Dave turned the water back on and all three were soon soaking under the water. Roxanne cleaned Dave's dick thoroughly then stated, "Now I want you to fuck me in the ass again. Right here in the shower." She took the Vaseline off the bench at the back of the shower and coated his revived penis with lube before handing him the jar. She turned around and placed her hands on the back wall for a stand-up ass reaming as Dave started to put his hand in the jar. But before he got any lube on his hand, Sarah pulled his hand away and put her hand in the jar instead. She took a generous amount into her hand, moved behind Roxanne, and began sliding first one then two fingers into Roxanne's ass. Roxanne was moaning approval as Sarah actually started to fuck Roxanne with her two fingers. Sarah finally smiled at Dave and motioned for him to take over. He moved behind Roxanne and Sarah guided his cock to Roxanne's sphincter. Dave pushed gently and his head slid inside the tight but welcoming opening. Roxanne moaned as Dave continued to gently move forward. Sarah then dropped to her knees between Roxanne's legs and stuck her tongue into Roxanne's quim. Roxanne moaned louder. After Dave was fully seated, he pulled back and began a steady thrusting motion. He briefly looked down and Sarah was now driving three fingers into Roxanne's pussy as she licked at her clit. Dave had only been thrusting for a few minutes when Roxanne shook through a quick and hard orgasm. Dave kept thrusting and her orgasm seemed to carry on for a long moment before she relaxed slightly. Dave continued thrusting as he watched Sarah move both of her hands to Roxanne's hips as she drove her face into Roxanne's leaking snatch. Sarah locked her lips onto Roxanne's clit and was sucking as hard as she could as Roxanne started to orgasm again. Dave was watching his special princess sucking her maid's pussy while he drove his cock up the maid's ass and the excitement of the situation was too much for him as his third orgasm in a short period flooded his senses and he drilled another load of seed into Roxanne. His whole body shook as he felt each spurt shoot into a screaming Roxanne. Dave felt his legs getting weak and he had to put a hand on the back wall just above Roxanne's to keep his balance. He remained still with his softening prick still in Roxanne's rear hole. Her breathing was extremely laboured and she was holding onto the wall to keep from falling. Sarah finally moved her face from between Roxanne's legs and with a shiny cum covered smiled stated, "That was incredible. I thought Roxanne was going to drown me in her juices." She licked her lips and winked at Roxanne, "You taste wonderful." Dave eventually found enough strength to stand and his wilted prick slipped out of Roxanne's still tight ass with a small pop. He pulled Roxanne into his arms and held her close as he said, "You know I miss being at home but I am going to miss you two an awful lot." Dave's words seemed to bring everyone back to the reality that he was leaving the next day and they all quietly cleaned each other under the shower. After they were all contentedly clean, they dried each other and pulled on robes located in the change room. They walked up to Dave's room hand-in-hand and Dave was surprised that Roxanne no longer seemed to care what the other staff thought about her showing affection for Dave. When they reached Dave's room, he asked them to stand still and close their eyes. He pulled out the two gifts he had placed in a drawer and he first moved behind Sarah and unfastened her robe. He placed the chain around her neck and kissed her softly as he whispered, "Sarah you can now open your eyes - but Roxanne, you can't yet." Sarah squealed in excitement as she looked at the engraving. She kissed Dave passionately. Dave then moved behind Roxanne and repeated the same process. Roxanne was also very excited by his gift and she kissed him passionately. Sarah then explained, "We got special lingerie to model for you yesterday but I don't think any of us have enough energy to truly enjoy them - so we'll save them for the next time we're together. Dave nodded agreement and he was extra happy when both women climbed into bed with him and fell asleep with him as the meat of the warm sandwich of their young bodies. He quickly dozed off thinking how lucky he was to have such special friends and lovers.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty- Four Relationships Change Dave woke later than usual the morning after the long drive back from Boston. The birds were chirping outside his trailer and he stretched as he woke up. His first thoughts were about the bitter shock of Jennifers engagement and he wasnt even sure if he wanted to get out of bed or not. He finally climbed out of bed and took his breakfast outside. He was munching his cereal at the picnic table as he tried to decide what to do. Several neighbours walked by, called hello, and usually congratulated him. He waved and thanked them. He tried to act cheerful but his world had fallen down in dusty chunks around him. He should have been excited about winning the British Open but he had lost his soul-mate; he was feeling hollow. He finally decided to call his big sister, Julie, and have a talk with her, get her advice. At least it was something he could do instead of simply sitting in a puddle of morose misery. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. It only rang twice before she answered, Hello? Hi, sis; how ya doin? Great, Dave. Congratulations! When did you get home? He replied and got straight to his key question. I got home late last night. Can we have a talk? I seriously need some independent advice. I have to go to work in an hour. Im working the lunch hour but I can meet you here at the house at two oclock. I have a split shift and have to go back in at four. Is two hours long enough? Whats going on? Daves heart hurt just to speak, I had decided to confess to Jennifer that I finally knew she was my only true love and I wanted to be with her forever, but I found out last night that Mark gave her, and she accepted, an engagement ring. Im not sure what to do or what I can do. My mind is in a fog. Julie could hear the deep sadness in Daves voice and she promptly said, Give me ten minutes. Dont go anywhere. Ill call you right back, okay? A little hurt and confused by Julie apparently putting him off, he replied, Sure. He closed his phone and finished picking at his breakfast he wasnt very hungry. He was cleaning up the dishes in the trailer when his cell phone rang. Hello? I got someone to cover my lunch shift so I could get with you sooner. Do you want me to pick you up or are you coming to town? Dave was happily surprised. I just need a quick shower and Ill be there in under an hour. Ill just wait for you here at the house. Thanks, Ill be there soon. Dave got in the shower and felt a little refreshed but his mind was still on Jennifer. As he pulled out of the campground, he paused to talk as he normally would to several friends. They congratulated him and then they invited him to the beach. He thanked them but said he was going to town. He promised to go with them another day then he drove to town. When he pulled into the driveway, he pulled out his laptop and carried it into the house. Julie met him at the door and hugged him. Dave was happy to see his sister and she immediately guided him to the living room couch. Once they were seated comfortably, she was ready to dive in. Tell me everything. Start with when you realized that you wanted Jennifer back. Dave tried to give his sister the whole story in one blurt, Im not sure exactly when I first started to feel I wanted Jennifer again but I think it started when she flew down to Wake Forest last fall. As you know, I was pretty upset and she really saved me. I have seen a number of girls all winter but my thoughts always came back to Jennifer. When I won the NCAA title, I had wished she was there to share it with me. That was the first time I really acknowledged to myself that I wanted to be with her. Kyra knew I was distracted the night of the NCAA Championship and we talked about it. Kyra wanted me to call Jennifer immediately and confess my love for her but I wasnt sure. I was scared that she would want to stay with Mark. My fear of rejection was a barrier to a long-distance contact. I told Kyra I would talk to Jennifer when I got home but I hadnt really decided whether or not I would, even then. When I was in England, with Sarah, I had a wonderful time with her; but on the last night, when we were talking intimately, we both realized that it was probably our last night together. I told Sarah how I felt about Jennifer and she confessed that she had always expected me to marry Jennifer. That conversation convinced me that I had to tell Jennifer how I feel; at that point I was finally willing to risk her rejection if there was a chance I could be with her. I hadnt worked out a detailed plan but I was going to beg her to at least be with me even if she couldnt immediately marry me. Dave paused to catch his breath. Then Mom told me last night that Mark beat me to the punch and they got engaged on the weekend. I had waited too long Dave had tears pooled in his eyes but he had mostly cried himself out the previous night. Julie squeezed his hands tenderly as she held one in each of her hands. She asked softly, Are you still going to ask her to be with you? Dave looked into her eyes. How can I? If I convince her to leave Mark now she will always wonder who she really wanted to marry. She must really love him to agree to marry him. I dont know what to do. Julie thought for a moment before she explained, I know Jennifer loves you, too. She told me two years ago that she had dreamed of marrying you but she knew you had to live your own life first. I think she would rather be with you. You should call her or see her and talk to her, tell her how you feel. If she decides to stay with Mark then you know that at least you tried. In any case, she needs to know how you really feel. It could be a disaster if she learned after she went ahead and married a second-choice without knowing something that important. Dave shrugged. Im not sure. All of this is making my mind cloudy and my body disoriented; I feel pretty awful right now. I think I will give it a few days to allow everything to sink in then decide on Thursday. Julie hugged him. Well, it seems clear to me; you need to tell her how you feel. Dont leave it too long to decide. If you want to talk more, just let me know Im always available for my little brother. Thank you, Julie. I love you. With a twinkle in her eye, Julie changed the subject and asked, So, did you actually make love to Hilary Duff? Dave looked at her questioningly so she got up and walked to the kitchen table. She returned with a National Enquirer supermarket tabloid showing a picture of Dave and Hilary hugging. The caption read Hilary Duff Falls for Golf Goon. Dave laughed at the teaser headline then opened the magazine to the related page. There were a number of pictures of Dave and Hilary together along with old pictures of him hitting Keith. Dave didnt bother to read the article but simply tossed it on the coffee table. No, were just friends shes a very nice girl but we only just met. I saw her father at one of my college golf tournaments; I even introduced myself and we talked, although I had no idea he was related to her. Then I coincidentally met her on the flight to England and in the end invited her father to play a practice round at St. Andrews with Alec and me. She already had tickets for him for the Open and they were booked at the same hotel; that was another coincidence. I do have her phone number and will probably call her sometime, but there is nothing there but friendship, right now. Julie teased, I think shes gorgeous. I bet she would be wonderful in bed. For the first time since he heard about Jennifers engagement, Dave laughed. Ill probably never find out, but if I do, Ill call you with the details. Julie nodded. What are your plans for today? Dave shrugged. I was going to go to Charlestown but that went out the window in a hurry. I think Ill call John and see what hes up to. Julie kissed him on the cheek. If were finished, Im going to call work and see if they need an extra body for lunch. The restaurant has been packed every day. The beautiful weather has drawn lots of tourists to the Island. Dave nodded as Julie got up and walked to the phone. It was just past eleven so he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Johns number. John said, Hello? Hey, John, what are you up to? John replied, Hi, British Open Champion. I was just getting ready to go to the beach. Want to join me? Dave thought for a quick second and agreed, Thats sounds like fun. I think I can find an old bathing suit here to wear. Do you want to pick me up? Ill be there in thirty minutes. Dave replied, See you soon. After he hung up the phone he unpacked his laptop then plugged it into the high-speed connection. He opened his e-mail account and there were congratulation messages from dozens of his friends at Wake Forest. There was also a notice that his final grades for the spring term were available. He decided to reply to most of the messages later but he checked his marks. It was good news; he had earned one A-, two As and one A+. He was very pleased and he returned to his main reason for starting up his computer he had an e-mail to send. He selected Kyras name from the contact list then typed: I just found out Jennifer got engaged last weekend. Did you hear about that? Call me collect on my cell when you can talk alone. I miss both you and Jana. Love, Dave Dave hit the send key just as Julie yelled that she was going to work. Dave said goodbye then went up to his room and found a pair of shorts to wear to the beach. Dave hoped the beach would be a good distraction. He got dressed and packed a small bag with beach supplies then went outside to wait for John. John pulled up and immediately got out of the car. Dave was surprised; John had bulked up even more since he had seen him at Christmas. They shook hands and were soon back in Johns car and headed for the beach. They talked about the Open and about Hilary Duff. Dave had to tell him three times that he hadnt slept with Hilary because John simply wouldnt believe him. As they were driving to the beach, Daves cell phone rang. He answered and his father explained, Dave, leave tonight free. The City wants to have a welcome home reception for you at the Civic Centre so plan on being there for six oclock. Dave was surprised but agreed. Ill make sure Im home and showered for five oclock. John and I are heading to the beach right now. Are you going back to the North Beach before the reception? After Roger said he was, Dave continued, Will you take the Claret Jug and the two medals into town with you? I think it would be nice to display them at the Civic Centre. Roger agreed before they said goodbye. John laughed. Theyve been announcing that reception all morning on the radio. I didnt know if you knew yet, so I put in a music CD so you wouldnt hear it. John ejected the disc and they listened to music on the local radio station. Just before they arrived at Brackley Beach, which was very popular with younger Islanders, Dave heard the radio announcer say, Make sure you come out to the home coming party for our very own British Open Champion, Dave MacDonald. There will be hot dogs and refreshments at the Civic Centre so lets have a big Island welcome for Dave. Dave shook his head. Does that remind you of when we came home from Calgary? John laughed. I was thinking the same thing. That reception was awesome but I bet there will be even more people there tonight. The day was very hot and the beach was packed. Dave couldnt walk two steps without someone stopping to congratulate him. He only knew about half the people he spoke to but he made sure he gave them all a fair amount of time. It took forty-five minutes to walk the quarter mile from the parking lot to the beach. After the tenth person stopped Dave, John said he would find them a spot to the right side of the stairs on the beach. Dave nodded as he spoke to a man he had never met before. When Dave finally reached John, he saw two of the other Islanders who had played on the Missiles Junior A hockey team. He shook their hands and thanked them for their congratulations. Dave hadnt had much time to check out the girls on the beach as there was constantly someone walking up to him and shaking his hand. He wasnt really interested in girl-watching after his disappointment about Jennifer, anyway. John eventually asked if he wanted to go for a swim. Dave nodded then he followed his friend into the water. They had been swimming for ten minutes when Dave spotted Katherine. He swam to her and said hello. She looked a little uncomfortable as she congratulated him. She eventually said, I was going to call you later this week. I wanted to talk to you. She was looking down at her hands so Dave put his hand out and raised her chin until she was looking into his eyes. Whats wrong, Katherine? She slowly whispered, I wanted to tell you that Im dating someone and its pretty serious. She watched his face intently for any signs of his reaction. Dave smiled at her; from his viewpoint, this was probably a positive development. He tried to sound a little disappointed but also supportive. Thats really good. Im very happy for you. She looked surprised. Youre not mad at me? Dave shook his head as he replied, No, not at all. Im pleased you have found someone who makes you happy. She explained, I havent written you for a long time because I thought you would be upset. Dave squeezed her hand, Im not upset. Im a little disappointed that we cant spend as much time together but I hope we will always be friends. Do you mind if I still go to some of your soccer games? I love to watch you play. Katherine hugged him. Id like that. Ill e-mail my schedule to you. Dave kissed her on the cheek. Great, Ill see you at your games then. They were interrupted by another former classmate and Katherine waved goodbye as she walked back onto shore. Dave really enjoyed the afternoon it was nice to be back on QAI with his friends. He had been so busy that he hardly thought about Jennifer. John drove him home at four-thirty and Dave showered before he made himself something to eat. He remembered what it was like at the previous reception when he didnt get to eat for over two hours. He listened to the voice messages on the phone. There were ten requests for interviews including one from David Letterman. Dave chuckled about the Letterman call and decided to call the number right away to learn the details. He spoke to an executive with the show. They wanted to fly him to New York for an interview that week. Dave thought about it briefly before he explained that he had just returned home and really couldnt travel anymore for while. He thanked them but politely turned them down. He left the other interview requests for the next day. The sponsorship calls were different altogether. He couldnt hire an agent or he would lose his College eligibility so he decided to see if his Uncle Alan would again take all the calls for him. Alan could keep a list of callers and, after Dave turned pro, he could call them back then. He made a mental note to call and see if Alan would field his calls for him. His parents arrived with the Claret Jug and the medals just before Beth got home from work Dave hugged her lovingly. They talked briefly before all four of them went to the Civic Centre. Dave did several interviews with local media before even Julie met them there at quarter to six her boss had pushed her out the door to be with her family. Dave was introduced to the premier of the province along with the Mayor of Edwardton. They congratulated him before he met a large number of other politicians and dignitaries. A large stage was again set up in the hockey rink and fans were being directed into the stands. Dave was surprised as the crowd grew larger and larger until all the seats were full and the concrete pad that was normally covered with ice was full as well. All the hot dogs were gone in fifteen minutes and the liquid refreshments dried up shortly after. At six-fifteen the announcer welcomed everyone and then introduced the politicians and dignitaries. They all spoke briefly with similar messages of how proud they were of an Islander winning the British Open and how Dave always referred to QAI as his very special home. The announcer finally called Dave to the mike and Dave made a short speech. He thanked everyone for their support and he invited them all to have a look at the Claret Jug and get autographs. He promised he would meet and sign every request even if he had to stay all night. He received a huge ovation from his fans. He walked down in front of the stage and started shaking hands and signing autographs. He had been at it for about thirty minutes when he saw two familiar young boys with their gorgeous redheaded sister and their father. Dave smiled at Rebecca. When they finally reached the front of the line Robbie and Riley jumped into his arms. He hugged them and asked if they were being good. Both looked at him mischievously and he laughed. He leaned over and kissed Rebecca softly. I was going to call you this evening. Do you have plans? After she shook her head he added, Do you mind waiting for me? She looked very pleased. Id like that. Dave shook her fathers hand and promised to play golf with him while he was home. He then grabbed the two boys and put them both in headlocks and said he would see them soon. They were both laughing as their father walked them out of the hockey rink. Rebecca walked over to stand with Daves family and his mother hugged her. Dave was true to his word and after two hours of shaking hands and signing autographs his last supporter left the building. Most of the politicians and dignitaries had also left but those who had waited thanked Dave and wished him a good summer. At eight-thirty Dave walked out of the Civic Centre with Rebecca under his arm. They got in his car and drove back to his house. She asked him about England and specifically how he had met and become intimate with Hilary Duff. He told her everything and he could tell she was relieved that he hadnt actually slept with Hilary although she didnt seem even slightly bothered about Sarah. She told him all about her winter and how her hockey team won the Island title and she received the MVP award. She said she received several scholarship offers from colleges in the northeastern US and she was considering two of them seriously. She asked if he would like for her to be closer to him. They had moved from the car to the television room as he explained, It would be great to have you closer but you have to choose the college that offers the best education and athletic opportunity not the one that is closest to me. Ill probably only be at Wake Forest for one or two more years so do what is best for you. You know Ill come visit you wherever you go. His last comment made her smile and she hugged him close. As he held her in his arms, he remembered what he loved about her, but then his gnawing pain from the news of Jennifers engagement seemed to get worse he had hoped he would be hugging Jennifer on his first night home. Rebecca had always been very special to him and he wondered if he could get over Jennifer, eventually, if he had to. Julie joined them in the television room and she explained that Beth had gone out with her boyfriend. Dave told them both all about his year at Wake Forest. He described the tournaments and told them about Alec and Darcy. He told them about winning the NCAA Championship and then about the British Open. After half an hour Dave and Rebecca went up to his room. She asked him if he had a regular girlfriend while he was at college and he confessed he had been with the twins, Jana and Kyra, during most of the year. Rebecca was jealous and asked when they started dating. He explained that he hadnt even met them until after his trouble in October. She seemed to relax a little when he told her that he and the twins had an agreement not to get too serious, but Dave still noticed Rebecca was very uncomfortable about them. He didnt tell her they were coming to visit in August he knew he probably should but he didnt want to hurt her feelings. He convinced himself that it would be better if he would tell her later. Dave and Rebecca simply lay on his bed and cuddled while they talked. Dave once briefly considered making love to her but he sensed she didnt want to and he was stilling thinking about Jennifer as well; the mood was not there. It was late when he dropped her off on his way to North Beach and she agreed to meet him at the campground the next morning so they could spend the day together at the beach. As he drove to the campground, he thought a lot about Jennifer and his fragmented love-life. With Jennifer probably now out of the picture, he had several options for a long-term relationship. Rebecca was definitely a front runner with Sarah close behind. Sheri, Danielle, and Lynn were also possibilities while the twins were less likely but deserved some consideration. He finally decided that he didnt need to rush into any long-term relationships if he couldnt have Jennifer he was suddenly in no hurry to hook up with a substitute. It then occurred to him that he was thinking dark, defeatist thoughts when he assumed Jennifer was indeed unavailable. The campground was quiet when he arrived and he slipped into his bed and fell fast asleep. He woke early the next morning and decided to go hit balls at Hawks Hallow. He spent a half hour in the pro shop talking to the staff and pro about his winter and his trip to England. He promised to bring the Claret Jug for them to see. He got to the range around eight oclock and had been hitting balls for an hour when his phone rang. He walked to his golf bag, fished out the phone, and flipped it open. He heard an operator ask, I have a collect call from Kyra Coulter-Adams. Will you accept the charges? Dave immediately said, Yes Hi, Kyra. Hi, Dave; Ive missed you. I got your e-mail too late last night so I waited until this morning to call. Jennifer called Jana to tell her about the engagement on Saturday night. Im sorry I didnt call you after you won the British Open but both Jana and I agreed you should hear about the engagement from either your family or from Jennifer herself. Are you okay? Im better today then I was yesterday and I guess Ill be even better tomorrow. The strange part is that I had decided in England to tell Jennifer everything and how she was my true soul-mate, but now I think Im just going to move on with my life. I guess I should have listened to you in June and called then to tell her how I felt. Shell probably never know how I really feel. Kyra sighed before she whispered, I think she might have an idea. Danielle recently called Jennifer and told her she was breaking your heart and that you really loved her. Dave was shocked, Danielle! She did what? When? How? I dont think she even knows Jennifers last name. Simple. She called using your cell phone. Jennifer said it was the night before you left Wake Forest. Jennifer told Jana that some girl who never left her name called and told her she was breaking your heart and that you loved her very much. Jennifer wanted to know who it was and, when Danielle wouldnt tell her, Jennifer hung up abruptly. Jennifer said she next dialed your number and the very same girl answered and repeated her claim that you really did love her then hung up. Jennifer was very concerned for you and called Jana. Jana asked me about the call but I couldnt tell her your feelings because, remember, you made me promise not to. Thats why Jana called you fishing for an explanation. You didnt give her any reason to think your feelings for Jennifer had changed so Jana told Jennifer that you had probably used her as an excuse to push Danielle away. Dave was in awe. Wow! I didnt have a clue. What did Jennifer say? Jana told me that Jennifer said she was going to go see you when you got home and get it all straightened out. I think she really loves you as well and really wants to be with you. Daves heart skipped a beat and he suddenly had hope that he still had a chance with Jennifer. He thought briefly before he explained, Please dont tell Jana or Jennifer anything. If Jennifer does come to me, I will confess my love for her. If she doesnt well I guess Ill move on as I planned. Kyra didnt like his plan and quickly told him so. Dave, dont be a blockhead; you cant wait for her to come to you. You love her and need to tell her so. She likes Mark, and may even have agreed to an engagement, but I know she loves you more. If you dont go to her I will have to tell Jana everything. Dave suddenly panicked, No, you cant tell Jana. Please Kyra, I beg you to let me do it my way. Trust me, please. Kyra was reluctant but she finally agreed. Okay, for now I will remain quiet but please deal with this Dave. You need Jennifer and she needs you. Show some initiative. Dave changed the subject, Are you looking forward to coming to QAI? Kyra resisted, Dont change the subject, Dave. Promise me you will talk to Jennifer. Dave ignored her comment. The weather has been great so you should have a good visit. Youre arriving in Charlestown on August 5th, arent you? After Kyra said she was, he added, I invited Alec, his mother and Shauna to come visit so Alec could caddie for me at the Amateur. They are arriving on the seventh so I will have to spend most of my time with them but I promise I will make some time for you and Jana. Kyra added, And Jennifer? Well see. Enjoy your summer and Ill see you in two weeks. Kyra replied, Ill see soon. Please speak to Jennifer. Dave simply said, Goodbye, Kyra. Dave returned to practicing and, after hitting balls for another half hour, he walked back to the trailer. All he thought about was Jennifer and he prayed she would come see him. Rebecca showed up shortly after and they spent the day at the beach. Rebecca noticed that he was distracted and asked him several times what was bothering him but he wouldnt tell her. It was a nice day but Dave thought about Jennifer a lot and without realizing it he acted distant to Rebecca all day. When they arrived back at the campsite, it was early evening and they ate supper with his family. After a large meal, Rebecca asked if they could go for a walk. She knew something was wrong and she had to find out what it was. The golf course was very quiet so they strolled though the woods and onto the second hole. They talked as they walked up the third fairway. Dave was avoiding her questions when he suddenly reached the crest of the hill in front of the third green he looked at the wooded area on the fair hill and visualized his and Jennifers Love Hut. His eyes misted over and Rebecca noticed immediately. She moved in front of him and took both hands in hers as she stared into his eyes. She begged, Please, Dave, tell me whats going on. You have been distracted all day and now I know you are upset about something. I beg you to tell me the truth. He looked at her as the tears in his eyes trickled down his cheek. He finally confessed his inner thoughts, I realized this winter that I love Jennifer and I decided I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Im sorry Becca, I really do care for you deeply, but Jennifer is my soul-mate and I know deep in my heart we belong together. When I got home Monday, Mom told me that Jennifer got engaged with Mark last weekend. Ive been confused and upset ever since. Dave squeezed her hands as he stared into her eyes. I think I might be able to get over her with time but right now it is very hard. Im sorry, Becca you have always been very special to me, but right now Im very confused, dazed and confused. Rebecca started to cry as she hugged him. Dave, I didnt realize how much I loved you until I lost you last winter. I guess I know how you feel. I want to be with you but you have to want me too. They simply held each other for several moments before they broke their embrace and started walking back to the campsite. As they neared the trailer Rebecca whispered, Dave, we shouldnt see each other anymore. I guess Im selfish because I want you all to myself but right now your only thoughts are of Jennifer. I love you, Dave MacDonald, and I know part of me always will but I want all of you and right now thats not possible. Tears were running freely down her cheeks as she kissed Dave tenderly. Goodbye, Dave. Dave whispered, Goodbye, Becca. Im sorry She put a finger to his lips. Dont be sorry; and dont be a dummy just tell Jennifer how you feel. Rebecca turned slowly, glanced at Dave over her shoulder then ran to her car and pulled away quickly. Dave watched as her car disappeared up the lane leaving a cloud of dust. He felt sad he was saying goodbye to another girlfriend but he knew she was right. As he walked around the trailer his parents were sitting with Heather. His mother asked, Is Rebecca okay? Dave nodded before he explained, We just broke up whatever it was we had, permanently. Carol stood up and hugged her son. Im sorry, Dave. He nodded but he didnt want to speak in front of Heather. He realized she was like a second mother to him but he didnt want her to know that it was her daughter who was causing him so much pain. He simply said, Im going in to lie down for while. Goodnight, Mom. He looked at his father and Heather and added quietly, Goodnight. He went into his bed and lay down. He thought about Rebecca but he knew he couldnt truly love her until he dealt with his feelings for Jennifer. Eventually he thought about Jennifer and he decided to see if she came to talk to him like she told Jana she would. He knew she worked from Monday to Friday with her job so he would wait until the weekend and see if she came to visit. His final decision was that if she did come to visit, he would confess his love to her whether she brought the subject up or not. He thought how she hadnt even called him to congratulate his British Open victory. He eventually fell asleep having successfully avoided any decision to take the initiative to secure his love. He woke the next day and went to the practice range. When he returned to the trailer, he found Heather and asked her if Jennifer was coming over to QAI for the weekend. Heather said she didnt know. Dave then found his friends in the campground and went to the beach with them. He enjoyed the beach but his mind was on Jennifer all day. The next day he practiced in the morning then spent the day with John. They went to Brackley Beach. Dave left early because he wanted to be at North Beach if and when Jennifer arrived. When he returned to the campground, his parents were cooking supper. Dave helped with the barbecue and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Rons car coming down the lane. He stared at the car intently until the car got close enough and it was clear that there was only one person in the car his shoulders dropped in disappointment. Heather met Ron as he pulled in and after a loving kiss, they joined Daves family. Dave welcomed Ron, Hi, Ron, how are you? Im good, Dave. Dave continued, Do you know if Jennifer is coming over this weekend? Ron shook his head, No, she has plans with Mark this weekend. Both Dave and Jennifers parents could see the obvious disappointment in Daves face. They didnt say anything as a dejected Dave continued helping with supper. After eating a large meal, Dave went to the practice range and hit balls. He spent the entire evening beating balls without much focus. He was taking his frustration out on the golf balls but it didnt seem to help. Somehow, feeling disappointment and frustration was not enough to trigger a two-hour drive to Charlestown where he could find Jennifer. Over the next week he practiced a lot and played several rounds of golf. His game was off slightly due to Jennifers surprising news but he managed to score reasonably well. He played golf with the Tuesday group at Hornsby and was pleased to see Lori Kane, the LPGA pro there. They played in the same group and had a wonderful day talking about professional golf. She said that a beautiful blonde college girl named Sheri had approached her the previous Friday. Sheri played in the LPGA event and she asked if Lori knew Dave. Lori said that she told Sheri that she did know Dave and Sheri asked her to say hello. Dave asked how Sheri did in the tournament and Lori said she made the cut and finished in the middle of the field. She did very well for her first LPGA event. When Dave finished his round he found a quiet place and dialed Sheris number. Sheri answered, Hello? Dave teased, I didnt know they let Barbies play in LPGA events. Sheris soft sweet voice retorted, Hi, Sas; youre not the only college golfer to try out the professional ranks. Dave chuckled. Congratulations on making the cut and playing well. Thank you but I couldnt win the big one like you did. I didnt win my first pro event but it was a great experience. She replied, Yes, it was a great experience. Are you playing in any of the Junior tournaments this summer? You still have one year of eligibility remaining like me. No, I have a really busy schedule for the rest of the summer. Well, I should get going, Dave. We should make sure we get together this fall. Dave thought about Jennifer and how if he was with her, he couldnt see Sheri. He responded, Sounds good. Well see what the fall brings. Goodbye, Sheri. Goodbye, Dave. The rest of the week passed quickly and Dave spent a lot of time practicing as he secretly hoped Jennifer would show up to talk to him. He thought she might come to QAI on the weekend so he was again waiting at the campsite Friday evening. Ron arrived alone and again informed Dave that Jennifer was not coming over. Dave was heart-broken and he had a hard time hiding it. As he pounded balls again that evening he questioned his decision to wait for Jennifer. He finally decided that the twins were arriving the following weekend so he could see Jennifer then; it was another convenient way to avoid making the first move. As the fifth of August drew near, Dave started to get more nervous every day. He played golf in the Tuesday group again and even played a round of golf with Rebeccas father. They talked briefly about Dave and Rebeccas breakup and her father told Dave that he understood how difficult it was to maintain any relationships when they were apart most of the year due to college. Dave and John went to a movie that Wednesday evening and as Dave was driving home his cell phone rang. He had just pulled into the campsite so he stopped his car before he answered, Hello? The soft voice on the other end replied, Hi, Dave. How are you? Dave knew that voice and felt warm inside as he answered, Im good, Hilary; how are you? Im having a good summer, all things considered. I just thought I would call and say hi. Is the weather nice there? Yes, the weather has been great. Where are you? Im home in Houston. Im taking two weeks off before I go to LA for another movie. They talked casually for over half an hour before she said goodbye. She urged him to visit her; he said he was extremely busy but if he was in her area he would call. He didnt expect that to happen for a while. Daves parents were already in bed when he entered the trailer so he went right to bed. He slept soundly dreaming about Hilary. He thought about how she had looked in her bikini in Scotland and he wondered if maybe she liked him more than she was letting on. He fell asleep thinking of the pretty blonde actress; at least she had been the one to make contact with him. He woke early the next day and went to practice. His golf game felt good and he was confident he was ready for the Amateur just over a week away. He spent the afternoon at the beach with John. On Friday, Dave went golfing but he simply couldnt get Jennifer out of his mind. He knew the twins were arriving in Charlestown and he wondered when they would come to the Island. He was sitting at the trailer after his round when his cell phone rang it was Jana. Hi, Dave, were here. Dave was happy to hear her voice and he replied, Hi, Jana. Its great to hear from you. She explained, Were spending the weekend here in Charlestown then coming over to QAI on Monday evening. Have you asked you parents if we can stay at your house? Dave was disappointed he would have to wait another three days to see Jennifer but he cheerfully replied, Yes, you are welcome to stay at the house. Beth and Julie are going to share Mom and Dads bed so their rooms will be available for you, Jennifer, and Kyra. Alec and Shauna are arriving on Sunday and they are staying in the guest room. Patsy is staying with my parents at the trailer while I will sleep in my bed at the house. Kyra wants to speak to you. After a brief pause Dave heard, Hi, handsome, how are you? Dave whispered softly, Still a little heart-broken. Did you have a good trip? The flights went well. Jennifer showed us some interesting pictures of you and Hilary Duff. We hadnt seen them. Youll have to tell me all about it on Monday. I hope you had fun in Scotland. Dave chuckled, I did have fun but not with Hilary Duff. You know those magazines are all garbage. She laughed. I know; but its fun to think of the possibilities. Ill see you on Monday. Dave wanted to ask her to find out what was going on with Jennifer but he knew it wasnt right to have her interfering so he simply replied, See you then. He hung out with his friends in the campground that evening before going to bed. He lay awake thinking about Jennifer and he decided he would definitely talk to her the next week. He couldnt move past his feelings until her told her everything. He finally fell asleep hoping his new plan would work.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Seven - The Wake Forest Adventure Begins Dave and his parents were awake and on the road by five o'clock in the morning. They each took turns driving and, except for quick re-fueling, they only stopped twice: once for dinner in Portland, Maine and once for supper in Hartford, Connecticut. They drove past New York and Washington during the night and continued until they found a motel in Virginia and stopped for the night. They slept until ten o'clock; then they got up, showered, ate, and got back on the road well before noon. Dave felt the hot summer air hit him as soon as he walked out of the motel and he was happy they had air-conditioning in the van. They were only three hours from Winston-Salem, so they knew they would arrive mid-afternoon. Dave had printed off directions for the university using Map Quest and they easily found Dave's new home for the winter. Dave had a campus map from his Wake Forest University (WFU) registration kit and he directed his father to the parking lot in front of the Palmer Residence. Dave knew his room number was thirty-one from his residence notification. He had also checked the WFU website and knew the room was in the back corner of the residence, right beside an exit door. As they pulled onto WFU, Dave remembered the campus from his visit the previous winter but he had not specifically seen Palmer Residence. As they pulled into the parking lot, Dave immediately noticed the trees behind the Palmer Residence and Piccolo Residence; he thought the area looked very secluded from the rest of the campus. The parking lot was busy with students and parents carrying personal items from vehicles into both Residences; the two units were beside each other. Dave said, "I'll go check-in." He climbed out of the van and walked towards the front door of Palmer Residence. He nodded hello to several students as they carried belongings into the building. When he reached the front door, he held the door open for a student carrying two suitcases then followed him inside. Dave looked around the main lounge. To his left he saw a television with several couches and chairs. The student he followed inside walked through the middle of the lounge then through a door on the right that Dave assumed was the men's side of the building. He saw an office on the right side of the lounge and beside the office was a table with a brown haired woman wearing glasses sitting behind it. He walked over to the table and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Dave MacDonald, room thirty-one." He then handed her his official Letter of Notification. The woman looked over his sheet of paper before she checked off his name on her list. She pulled out several papers, introduced herself, and explained, "I'm Melanie Harris, the Residence Life Coordinator. Your roommate arrived earlier today. Here is your DeaconOne Card and a guide explaining how to use the card. Your resident assistant is Stuart Willis." She turned and pointed her pencil at a very square-shaped black student. "That is Stuart there. You can introduce yourself when you get settled in. You should also book an appointment with Stuart - all new students are required to meet with him to review the residence rules. Welcome to Wake Forest, Dave." Dave thanked her then looked at his DeaconOne Card. The head-and-shoulders picture he had mailed with his registration was on the card. He decided to check out his room so he walked through the door in the right corner behind the welcome table then walked down the left hall to where he remembered his room should be. He passed the bathroom in the center of the wing. The floor plan on the internet had shown rooms all around the perimeter of the wing with the large common bathroom in the middle. He opened his door with his DeaconOne Card and looked into the small room. The first thing he saw as he opened the door was a dresser against the right wall. He pushed the door open farther and saw two closets with a sink on the far side, then the window on the far wall with the fridge below it. As he scanned the room he saw an empty desk beside the window and the bunk-bed in the corner. The mattress on the top bunk was laying flat with several bags on top of it. The mattress on the bottom bunk was on its side leaning against the wall. Dave looked behind the door and he saw another desk and dresser covered with his roommate's belongings. Dave liked the idea of the bottom bunk and the desk right beside it seemed to suit so he nodded, "Home sweet home" then turned and walked out. His parents were still sitting in the van with the air-conditioning running when Dave returned. He suggested, "After we take everything into my room, I'll give you a tour of the campus. At least what I remember of it anyway." They both nodded agreement and got out of the van. Dave picked up his television and started into the residence with it while his parents each took two bags and followed him. As Dave walked through the parking lot he noticed a woman helping her daughter with her bags. The mother was a very attractive woman with beautiful caf-au-lait complexion, lustrous black hair, and exotic dark eyes - but Dave immediately focused his attention on the daughter. She was fairly tall with a slim but attractive build. Her skin was lighter than her mother's but it was still quite dark. Her straight, jet black fell halfway down her back and, as she turned with her bags, he was momentarily hypnotized by her sensuous dark eyes. She caught him staring, so he nodded to her politely as he walked past and into the residence. He guided his parents to his room and placed his television on his desk before he flipped down the mattress on his bed. He placed the bags his parents were carrying on the bed before they went outside for a second load. When they reached the van, Dave pulled out his clubs along with his backpack while his father took the last bag and his desk lamp. As Dave turned to go back into the residence, he saw the girl he had seen earlier but this time she was with her father. They were pulling more bags from a mini van. The girl turned toward Dave and he looked at her questioningly - she looked different. He smiled at her again and strode into the residence. As he walked through the main hall, he saw the girl walking toward him from the girls' side of the residence. Her mother was directly behind her and they both noticed Dave staring with his mouth open. He wondered how she got inside so quickly. Suddenly it dawned on him - they were twins. The girl he had just seen in the parking lot was wearing different clothes and that was what was different but he couldn't identify. The beautiful girl and her mother smiled at him. They must have recognized the look of realization on his face. He smiled back wanly, suddenly feeling nervous. His father was following him, chuckling. "I see you have twins in your residence. Did you realize the girl out front wasn't the same one you nodded to before you went inside?" Dave replied over his shoulder, "No, I thought it was the same girl both times but I did notice something different. Now I know it was different clothes. They are both gorgeous." His father replied, "Yes they are. And they get it honestly." Dave had just reached his room and he turned to his father and teased, "You were checking out their mother. Weren't you?" After his father simply smiled as a reply, Dave added, "You would think that the twins you are already having fun with would be enough." Roger looked at Dave in surprise. He had been very discreet with his sister-in-law and hadn't thought anyone knew. Dave laughed, "I know, you didn't think I knew - but there is no mistaking the way mom's sister looks at you. You are one lucky man." Roger just shook his head at his son before Dave replied, "Okay, okay I never saw a thing." Dave then placed his clubs in his closet. He put the remaining bags on the bed and placed the lamp on the desk. His father looked at the pile on the bed but Dave explained, "I'll put everything away later. I want to make sure my roommate wants the top bunk and that desk and dresser, before I unpack everything." Dave followed his father out of the room, closed the door and they walked out of the residence. The twins' van was completely unpacked and they were nowhere to be seen. Dave got in his family's van with his parents and guided them on a brief tour of the campus. He looked at his campus map and explained the various buildings. The last stop on the tour was the golf facility. Dave directed his father to the parking lot beside the Haddock Golf Center. Dave pointed at the woods to the left of the driving range and explained, "My room is just on the other side of those trees; I will have a very short walk here to practice." His father laughed, "And I know how much you love to practice." Dave simply smiled and nodded. Dave expected the door to the Haddock Center to be locked but as he pulled the door, it opened and he simply led his parents inside. They had just walked in when a familiar voice said, "Hello, Dave. How was the trip?" Dave looked to the left and saw the assistant coach, Chris Toombs smiling at him. Dave had met Coach Toombs the previous year when he had visited. He immediately introduced his parents to Coach Toombs before Coach Toombs congratulated, "I heard you won the Canadian Amateur, congratulations. You should have a great year with us this year; we're young but we have lots of talent." Dave nodded before he replied, "Thanks, Coach Toombs. I'm really looking forward to the year. Can I hit balls later this evening and tomorrow morning?" Coach Toombs laughed, "You have lots of time to practice." Dave smiled but looked at young man seriously, "I know but, I have a routine where I hit balls almost everyday and I'd like to continue that, if possible." Coach Toombs chuckled again, "Okay, Dave, here's how it works. Your personal DeaconOne card is specially programmed to let you open the front door of the golf center. You can come and go as you please but this facility is not meant for anything except golf - am I clear on that?" Dave nodded, "I understand. I promise I won't abuse the privilege." Coach Toombs led Dave to the locker room and showed him his locker and where he could store and clean his clubs. He also showed him where the practice balls were stored. Dave thanked Coach Toombs before he and his parents left. Dave's mother suggested, "Why don't we go out to supper then you can come back and get settled in." Dave and his dad both nodded agreement. Supper was very filling and they were soon heading back to Palmer Residence. They stopped at a grocery store where Dave picked up some milk, cereal and a few other groceries for his early morning breakfast. Soon they were back in the parking lot at the Palmer Residence. Dave knew his parents were going to start their return trip to QAI immediately so he hugged them as he wished them a good trip. His mother told him to call anytime. He could see tears in her eyes; he hugged her again, told her he loved her, and he would definitely call often. He hugged his father and said goodbye. He watched as they got back in the van and drove away. The evening was very hot. Dave turned and looked at the Palmer Residence. He thought about his new life that was just beginning and he was very excited. He decided he would go hit balls as he strode into the residence with a nervous confidence. He opened the door to his room and jumped when he heard, "Hello?" Dave looked around the door and sitting in the chair at the desk was his slimly built black haired roommate. He was reading a textbook. Dave smiled at him and said, "You must be Colby Henderson. I'm Dave MacDonald; it's nice to meet you." Colby put out his hand and replied in a strong southern accent, "Yes, I'm Colby Henderson. It's nice to meet you, as well. I wasn't sure what bed you would want but I don't mind taking the top bunk and this desk and dresser, if that's okay with you?" Dave replied, "No problem, you can have the top bunk. How was your trip here?" Colby answered, "I only live an hour away in Durham so it wasn't a long trip. How about you, you drove down from Canada, didn't you?" Dave explained, "The trip was great. The double lane highways make for fantastic traveling. What's your major?" Colby replied, "I'm taking sciences - I'm hoping to get into the medical program here. How about you?" Dave smiled, "I'm going to major in business with a minor in computer science. I'm also playing on the golf team." Colby smiled, "Really? On the golf team? I've played a little golf but I never really got into it. I played a lot of baseball and some football." Dave put the milk in the fridge and the groceries in his closet before he looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock and he knew it got dark before nine so he politely said, "I'm actually going to head over to the practice range and hit balls for an hour. I'll put my stuff away when I get back." Colby nodded, turned and started reading his book again as he said, "Okay, I'll see you later, Dave." Dave walked to the closet and pulled out his clubs. He set them down and found his golf shoes. When he was ready to leave he said, "See you later, Colby." Dave closed the door to his room then opened the back door of the residence. He could see a path in the woods that appeared to lead in the direction of the practice range so he walked out the door. He turned and checked to see if his card would open the door and he was pleased when it did. Dave followed the path into the woods and at times he felt like Hansel and Gretel - he wondered if he should have left a trail of bread crumbs. He eventually came out of the woods at the far end of the driving range. He remembered a few of the forks in the woods where he went left and he now knew he should have gone right. He thought he could find his way better next time. He walked the length of the practice range to the golf center. It was locked so he opened the door leaving his clubs just outside. He carried his shoes inside and pulled them on in the locker room before he found two buckets of balls. He went back out to the practice range and loosened up. He hit balls for over an hour. It felt good to swing his clubs after a few days off. He took his clubs inside and cleaned them before he stored them where Coach Toombs had told him. He then went to his locker and put his shoes away. He found a path into the woods close to the golf center and he walked in, hoping he would find the correct path. He thought he might recognize some of the paths he had taken earlier but all he saw was trees, bushes, and squirrels. He eventually exited the woods behind the Piccolo Residence. He shook his head and wondered if he would ever find the correct path. He walked to the back of Palmer and went in the door beside his room. He opened the door; Colby was lying on his bed reading. Dave started opening his bags. He put his clothes in his dresser and some of his washing supplies on the counter to the left side the sink. Colby had neatly put his supplies on the other side of the sink. Dave put his school supplies in his desk before he opened the bag with his sheets and blankets. He put one set of sheets on the shelf in his closet and used the other set to make his bed. He then put his pillows and blankets neatly on the bed as well. His alarm clock went on the end of his desk right beside his bed. Dave had everything put away when he asked, "Do you mind if I turn on the television?" Colby told him no problem, so Dave set the television on top of his dresser and hooked up the cable. He then turned it on and found a movie on HBO. He lay in bed and watched the movie for a while. After the movie was over, he checked his schedule for orientation the next morning before he asked Colby what orientation group he was in. They were in the same group with a nine-thirty meeting time. Dave explained that he practiced golf every morning and he would be quiet when he left before seven o'clock. Dave stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the blankets - luckily the air-conditioning kept the room cool. Dave felt strange sleeping in the small room but he slept fairly well. He woke at six o'clock but rolled over and went back to sleep. He woke again just before seven and got up quietly and brushed his teeth. He got dressed before he walked into the bathroom in the center of the men's wing of the residence. He went out the back door and walked into the woods. The morning sun was cracking brightly through the trees as he worked his way through the woods. He took a couple more right turns this time and when he finally emerged from the trees, he was on the football practice field. He turned and walked back into the woods and this time he came out beside the golf center. He unlocked the door and went into the locker room. He hit balls for over an hour before he decided he should pick up the balls he had hit that morning and the night before. He didn't know whether the center had a machine for picking up the balls but he didn't want to abuse the privilege Coach Toombs had bestowed upon him. He took his pitching wedge and walked onto the range. He hit all the balls to one to the target greens. He was surprised how much practice he got just hitting the balls to one place so he could easily pick them all up. Hitting partial wedge shots from various distances would definitely help his short game. He filled the two buckets twice before he was finished. He was just walking back with the second set of filled buckets when Coach Toombs pulled into the parking lot. Coach Toombs explained, "We do have a golf car with a unit for picking balls up automatically. I'll show where it is so you can pick them up easier next time. We like to have them all picked up at night if possible. The grounds-crew usually cut the grass early in the day so having the balls picked up is important." Dave nodded understandingly. After Coach Toombs showed him how to hook up the golf car, Dave cleaned and stored his clubs before he headed back to his residence. He actually found the correct path the first time and emerged from the woods directly behind Palmer. Dave went in his room and got out his bathrobe and shower supplies. Colby was gone so Dave walked to the main bathroom and found an open shower. When he returned to his room, Colby was sitting at his desk reading. Colby explained that he went to eat and he gave Dave directions to the nearest dining hall. Dave got dressed; then went to eat. The dining hall was half full and Dave looked at the other students as he stood in line for breakfast. He immediately noticed that there were a large variety of girls. He noticed several that looked very pretty but he didn't see the twins. He ate a very large breakfast before he returned to Palmer. As he walked in he saw his RA and introduced himself. He then asked about an appointment and they arranged a time for later that afternoon. The orientation meeting went well and Dave met several other students in the residence. He also met another freshman from the golf team. His name was Will Strang and he was from Ohio. Will was quite tall but not quite as tall as Dave's six foot five inches. Dave estimated him to be about six two or three. He was also thinner than Dave. He and Dave talked about golf and arranged to go hit balls together that evening. Will was surprised when Dave said he liked to practice between three and six hours a day. Will said he normally only practiced about two hours per day. He preferred playing but recognized the need for practice. Dave sat with Colby during dinner and they talked more about the academics at Wake Forest. They were told in the morning session that they would get their laptops that afternoon. Dave knew that Colby was definitely an academic but that didn't bother Dave in the least. He had always had a variety of friends and he was actually happy that Colby would probably spend more time studying than partying. The afternoon session went well and Dave got his laptop. He was given his password to WIN, the Wake Information Network. Dave and Colby both set their laptops up when they returned to their room but Dave didn't have much time to check his out as he had the meeting with Stuart. He went to the residence office at four o'clock and knocked on the door. Stuart said he would be ready for Dave in a moment then went back into the office. Five minutes later Will walked out of the office and said, "Go right in, Dave." Dave's meeting with Stuart went well. Stuart reviewed the rules. He explained that the DeaconOne card would open the front door and the doors on the men's side of the building but would not open the back doors on the women's side. Dave left the meeting enlightened and confident he could go to Stuart for anything related to the residence. Dave went back to his room and was surfing the internet when he heard a knock on the door. He looked over at Colby who stood and answered the door. Will asked Dave if he was ready to eat. Dave said he was and invited Colby but he said he was meeting someone later for dinner. Dave nodded and followed Will out the door. Will explained that he was at the Golf Center earlier and he was shown his locker and where to store his clubs. The dining hall was not very busy. Dave realized it was just five o'clock and the dining hall had just opened. He found the food good with lots of variety. He had always heard complaints about dining hall food but he found it to be very good. He and Will talked about golf and Will said he had seen Dave the previous year in both Hartford and North Carolina. He explained that he had finished in the top ten but had never really pressured either Dave or O'Mahoney for the lead. Dave said he didn't remember him and Will laughed, "That's because you only remember the golfers above you on the leader board - not the ones below you." Dave had never really thought about that but he realized that Will was probably correct. Dave and Will went to the practice range and hit balls for an hour and a half. They both went into the Center and Dave asked, "Do you want to clean the clubs or pick up the balls." Will thought for a quick second and replied, "Clean the clubs." Dave nodded and left his clubs with Will before he hooked up the ball retrieving unit to the center golf car and headed out onto the range. He was weaving around on the range when he noticed a girl walk out of the woods at the far end of the practice area. He immediately knew it was one of the twins. He waved to her and she nodded before she went back into the woods where she had exited. Dave laughed to himself as he guessed that she was exploring the woods like he had. When Dave had all the balls picked up he went back to the center. Will was finished with the clubs and was sitting in a chair watching Dave. Dave unhooked the golf car and put the practice balls away before he went into the locker room and changed his shoes. He then walked outside with Will. Will started to walk towards the road but Dave told him he knew a shortcut. Will followed Dave through the woods and was very surprised when they emerged behind their residence. Will asked, "Did you get a map of these woods?" Dave chuckled. "No, I just found my way by trial and error." They went into the residence and went to their separate rooms. Colby was still working on his computer and Dave logged on and sent some e-mails. Two hours passed quickly as he sent messages to John, Rebecca, Jennifer, Katherine, and Sarah. He crawled into bed and turned on the television for half an hour before he went to sleep. Colby was again reading on his bed. Dave slept better the second night and again woke early and walked to the golf center. He decided to spend his practice time on his short game and sand trap play. After practicing for ninety minutes, he had just finished picking up his balls when Coach Dawes arrived at the center. Coach Dawes walked up to Dave and shook his hand. He congratulated Dave for winning the Canadian Amateur. They talked briefly about the program and Coach Dawes said there was a team meeting on Monday at nine o'clock. He further explained that he had given Coach Toombs a program for the weekend for Dave and the other two freshmen. It included a round of golf at their home course Tanglewood Park on Sunday. Dave thanked him and said he would tell Will to check with Coach Toombs Dave looked for Coach Toombs but he had not arrived yet, so Dave left for the dining hall. After breakfast he met with his academic advisor, Shelly Long. She had been named in the Letter of Notification he had received in July; she was a staff member and faculty person in the math department. Dave had pre- registered for the courses he wanted to take and only had to confirm them the next week. Shelly was a very nice, attractive woman and they talked about his golf requirements. She was surprised he had registered for some challenging courses and she told him he would have to work hard at his studies to balance his tough courses with his golf commitments. Dave assured her that he was not just at Wake Forest for the golf - a good education was his most important goal. Dave told Will about going to see Coach Toombs and Will introduced Dave to the other freshman on the golf team. Darcy Gregory was from Virginia and he was shorter than both Dave and Will. All three went to find Coach Toombs and see what their weekend program included. They found Coach Toombs in the golf center and he gave them their weekend schedule. On Saturday, they were to practice from nine to eleven, working mainly on their short irons. From eleven to one they were scheduled to meet the fitness and strength advisor, Mike Tonelli, at the Miller Fitness Center. After lunch they were to return to the golf center for two more hours of long irons and fairway woods practice from two to four then wrap it all up with an hour of putting practice. On Sunday they were to practice chipping and sand trap shots from nine to eleven. They were given an hour to eat before Coach Toombs would drive them to Tanglewood to play a round of golf with one of the juniors on the team, Alec Bustard who lived in nearby High Point. Alec was going to drive them back to campus after the round. Coach Toombs also explained the rest of the team would arrive Sunday. Dave, Will, and Darcy went to dinner before they separated to finish their orientation. Dave's orientation group was given a full tour of the campus. By suppertime Dave was very tired of orientation. Colby said he was going home for the weekend and packed a small bag then left before supper. Dave decided to try a different dining hall - he had noticed that the map had shown several dining halls and he was curious if there was a difference. He invited Darcy and Will, but Will had plans so, only Darcy went with him. They ate a solid meal before returning to the dorm. Dave decided that the different dining hall was only a different location - the menu seemed basically the same. Darcy went to Dave's room and they watched television for a while. Eventually Darcy left and Dave worked on his laptop for a while. He sent some more e-mails then went to bed. He woke at his usual six-thirty. He got some milk from the fridge and added it to a bowl of cereal. He quietly cleaned his dishes before he left for the practice range. He had already been practicing for two hours when Will and Darcy arrived. Coach Toombs arrived and he guided them through some practice drills. Dave noticed that Will was losing interest as eleven o'clock drew near. Darcy, however, was a very hard worker and he concentrated hard until Coach Toombs told them it was time to walk over to the Miller Center and meet Mike, the fitness and strength trainer. Coach Toombs escorted them to the fitness center and introduced them to Mike. Mike started by getting some measurements of the three freshmen. Darcy went first. He was five-ten and weighted one hundred and seventy pounds. Mike took several other measurements before he moved to Will. Will was six-two and one hundred and eighty pounds. Finally Mike checked Dave. Dave was six-five and weighted two hundred and nineteen pounds. Mike then said goodbye to Coach Toombs and led the three freshmen into the weight room. He had each of them do some various exercises to determine flexibility and strength. When he tested Dave, he was surprised by Dave's strength and asked, "Your file showed you played hockey last year but you must have done a lot of weight training as well. How long have you been working the weights?" Dave explained, "I actually started weight training almost two years ago as therapy for an injury. My trainer got me hooked and I've been doing at least some weight training ever since." Mike was looking through his file and he asked, "Was that the injury in Vancouver?" Dave replied, "Yes." Mike said, "You have obviously recovered completely. Your trainer did a great a job. Okay, I need twenty minutes to develop a program for each of you. You can just relax or you can start a little easy training if you like. I will be back soon." Mike left the room. As soon as he left Will said, "I have no idea where to start so I'll just wait for Mike." Darcy nodded agreement but Dave said, "I'm going to start my normal session until Mike gets back." Dave walked around the training room to see what equipment was available before he went to a mat in the corner and started with stretching exercises. He spent fifteen minutes stretching before he moved to some equipment designed for working out his legs. He had just completed his third set on his quadriceps when Mike entered the room. Mike went right to Dave and asked, "What have you done so far and what are you working on?" Dave replied, "I stretched for fifteen minutes including some time on my abs and I just finished my third and final set on my quads. I was going to finish my legs then spend some time on my back and shoulders." Mike nodded, "Excellent. Nice to see you haven't forgotten about stretching - very important, to prevent injuries. Continue what you are doing and I will go over your program when you are finished." Dave nodded as Mike went to talk with Darcy and Will. Dave worked through his routine and after another hour of hard work, he had completed all his exercises. Mike had checked on Dave several times and gave him a few pointers on how to get the most out of each exercise but he spent most of his time with Will and Darcy. He was showing them an exercise when Dave finished and he nodded at Dave, "I'll be with you in a second." Dave wiped his sweaty forehead with his towel before he got a drink of water. He made a mental note to bring a water bottle to his future workouts. Eventually Mike strolled over to Dave and said, "You have a helluva work ethic, Dave. I watched the program you are doing and it is more advanced than the one I had provisionally setup for you. Why don't you write down your program for chest and arms and I will review it; but if it's anything like your legs, shoulders, and back program, I suspect I won't change it." Mike noticed Will doing an exercise wrong and added, "Just a minute, Dave." He then trotted over to Will and showed him the correct way to do the triceps curls. He had Will and Darcy working their arms. He walked back to Dave and finished with, "You go ahead and hit the showers. That was enough for today." Dave went into the locker room and stripped down before relaxing in the soothing shower. He was thinking about his matches at the Canadian Amateur when Darcy and Will lumbered into the shower. Will was complaining, "Jesus, he's trying to kill us. It hurts just to lift my arms." Dave remembered the first time he worked triceps and how the next day his arms were so stiff, he had to bend his head forward to put shampoo in his hair. He knew Will would be even stiffer the next day. He laughed, "Once you get used to working out, it actually feels really satisfying. At first it is very hard though." Will looked at Dave doubtfully but Darcy said, "I kind of enjoyed it. It was hard work but if it will help my game - I'm all for it." Will shot back with, "Golf is ninety percent mental. The weight room can't help that part of the game." Dave retorted, "It can't help the thinking part but it can give you the strength to hit the ball farther which will help your confidence. Confidence is definitely mental." Will simply shrugged his shoulders but Darcy was nodding agreement. Dave sensed something about Will that he didn't like. He didn't know if it was ego or what, but Will seemed to think he was pretty damn good, as-is. Darcy, however, seemed very keen to learn and improve. Dave liked him immediately. They ate a good meal before returning to the golf center. The afternoon practice time went well and Dave enjoyed the time with Darcy. Will got tired of practicing but, to his credit, he stayed at it. Dave had usually done most of his practicing in the mornings or the evenings; he now remembered why - practicing in the heat of the afternoon was very brutally hot and Dave again made a mental note to take a couple of towels and water bottles with him the next time. Coach Toombs sent them back to their dorm shortly after five o'clock. Dave and Darcy hung out together while Will said he had a date. Dave really liked Darcy and had a relaxing evening on Saturday. Shortly after nine o'clock, Dave said he needed to get to some sleep for his early morning practice. Darcy asked what Dave meant by early morning; so, Dave explained that he hit balls every morning starting before seven o'clock. Darcy asked if he could join Dave and Dave said he would love to have some company. Darcy asked Dave to tap on his door when he was ready to leave. Dave agreed. Dave slept well that night and he was happy that he was getting used to his new room. He woke at his usual time the next morning and after he brushed his teeth and used the washroom he tapped on Darcy's door. Darcy answered groggily and Dave told him he would wait for him in his room. Dave walked back to his room and put some cereal in a bowl for breakfast. Darcy walked in and Dave offered him some breakfast as well. They quickly ate then went to the golf center. Dave and Darcy practiced all morning. Darcy asked Dave about his stance and his alignment so Dave helped him. Will showed up around nine o'clock. He was bragging about a freshman girl he had gone out with the previous night. Dave wasn't interested in Will's conquests but Darcy listened intently. After practicing their chipping and sand shots for two hours the three freshmen went to eat in the dining hall. They were back at the golf center at noon and Coach Toombs drove them to Tanglewood. Dave went directly to the practice range to loosen up for fifteen minutes before he went to the putting green. The green was fast and smooth and he soon had a feel for the speed. Coach Toombs called the three freshmen together and introduced them to Alec Bustard. Alec was a junior on the team. Alec was about the same size as Darcy and he had a quiet personality. Alec shook each of their hands before he joined them on the putting green. Coach Toombs told them their tee time was in fifteen minutes and that he would see them the next day. When it was time to play Alec positioned the three freshmen so that they were standing in a circle and he threw a golf tee in the air. It landed on the ground pointing towards Will so, Alec said Will would hit first. Will moved out of the circle and Alec repeated the toss twice more which determined that Alec would hit second and Darcy third. They played from the yellow Championship tees. Dave really liked Tanglewood's Championship course and thought it was challenging but fair. He was happy with his even par seventy. Darcy shot seventy-four; Will shot seventy-one; and Alec shot sixty-eight. Dave and Alec really seem to hit it off. Alec asked about Dave's family and what QAI was like. Dave asked similar questions of Alec and by the time they finished playing, Dave really felt he knew Alec. Dave was happy he met Alec because while he really liked Darcy, Darcy wasn't overly confident about himself and Will was too confident. But Alec seemed just right - confident but not cocky. Alec dropped them off at the Reynolda Hall and said he would see them at the meeting in the morning. The freshmen ate a good supper before returning to their rooms. Darcy asked Dave to wake him in the morning for practice. Will just kind of rolled his eyes. Colby was in the room when Dave returned and they talked about their weekends briefly before both logged onto their computers. Dave sent some e-mails, this time to his parents and sisters. He reviewed the calendar for the week and he was actually anxious for classes to start on Wednesday. He crawled into bed and slept soundly. He was up at six-thirty and after waking Darcy, they ate breakfast in the hall before they went to the golf center. They worked on their short irons until the rest of the team showed up. Dave noticed that several women showed up as well and he remembered that the women's team shared the facilities with the men's team. Dave couldn't help but check out the women's team and a beautiful blonde stood out. He watched her hit balls for a moment and realized that she didn't have the greatest swing but her body was almost flawless. A few of the others girls were fairly pretty while the rest were just average looking. Coach Dawes called the men's team into the center where he introduced everybody and explained his coaching strategy then gave the team their schedules. Dave had already reviewed the tournament schedule on-line because he didn't want the Canadian Open to interfere with the team's tournaments. He remembered how relieved he was to see their first tournament was the weekend after the Canadian Open. Coach Dawes told the players he didn't book practice time the next morning. Dave was curious why but he soon found out that the first night was set aside for a team party. A junior, Keith Rogers was hosting the party and after the coaches had left the room, he assured the team that he would have lots of beverages. Half the team went to the practice range while the other half went to Miller Fitness Center. Dave, Darcy, Alec, and two sophomores, Tony Jones and Carl Patterson, went to Miller Center while the other five went to the range. They were to switch places during the afternoon. Dave had typed up his program and he presented it to Mike as soon as he arrived. Mike reviewed it and made several changes before he gave it back. Mike handed out programs to the other four golfers and he put everyone in pairs. He teamed Dave up with Alec, Tony with Carl and he went with Darcy. Dave and Alec worked well together, spotting and encouraging each other. After a good two-hour workout, Mike sent them to the showers. They went to lunch before going back to the golf center and hitting balls. Dave and Alec talked about the tournaments and Dave was surprised to hear that Alec only played in four of the ten tournaments the previous year. Dave had seen Alec's swing and he knew Alec was very talented but Alec explained that he got nervous in competition and didn't play consistently. They practiced for two hours with Coach Dawes and Coach Toombs observing and giving them tips and suggestions on their game. Coach Dawes watched Dave hit balls for thirty minutes; he made a few minor suggestions but in the end simply said, "Dave, you have the most beautiful swing I have ever seen - stay focused and work hard; you will definitely be very successful." Dave nodded then continued hitting balls. He had remembered the towels and water bottles and used them to stay fresh. Coach Dawes ended practice at three- thirty saying, "Have a good evening, gentlemen." Dave asked Coach Dawes if he could talk to him after the other players left. They went to Coach's office where Dave explained about the Canadian Open and asked if he could have a week off to attend. Coach Dawes said he wasn't crazy about Dave leaving for a week but he would allow it. Dave thanked him and immediately called Doug Ross, the RCGA official and told him he would attend. Doug was very pleased and said he already had several requests from corporate sponsors to play specifically with Dave in the two pro-ams. That meant Dave would not be playing with the RCGA team but instead with his own team. Dave was very pleased and excited. Dave went back to the dorm where he met Darcy and they relaxed for an hour before meeting Alec for supper. They talked about Tanglewood and about the tournaments. Alec had a lot of information and he was very willing to share it with the two freshmen. They agreed to meet at Keith's place at eight o'clock. After supper Dave and Darcy went back to their dorm and got ready for the party. Dave showered then sat in his room watching television until Darcy eventually strolled in. They talked about golf until just before eight then they left for the party. Dave had a really good time at the party. He met all the team and even though there were a variety of personalities - he basically liked all of them. Will got pretty drunk and was really performing. Dave thought he was strutting around like a peacock, talking about all the girls he had screwed and about the freshman he had just banged on the weekend. Will seemed to have sucked up to Keith and Dave simply shook his head as he had seen Will's type many times. Keith got fairly drunk as well and he was praising the team. He said they had the best recruits and that the team was going to win the NCAA. Keith had drunkenly put his arm around Dave several times and said, "We're going to win it all this year, right Dave. You and Will are going to help carry this team to victory." Dave replied, "I'll do my best." Dave had noticed Keith do the same with Will but Will's response was, "Damn right I will. We're going to win it all." Dave was surprised that Keith wasn't giving Darcy much credit but Darcy didn't say anything. Alec got fairly drunk and the other returning players seemed to get along with him really well but Keith didn't seem to give him a whole lot of respect. Dave got steadily drunker and drunker but he continued to watch the dynamics of the team. He knew that Keith consider himself the leader and from what Dave had heard, Keith was the strongest returning player. Dave was talking drunkenly with Alec and he asked Alec if he had seen the gorgeous blonde on the women's team. Alec warned Dave that her name was Tiffany Goodwin and that she was Keith's girlfriend. Dave nodded understandingly and stored that fact away. As the night grew later, the whole team continued to drink. By the time Dave and Darcy left, they were both hammered. As they staggered back to the dorm, Darcy asked, "So do you have a girlfriend at home?" Dave replied, "No, she blew me off because I was coming down here. How 'bout you?" Darcy slurred, "Yeah, Rosie went to NC State. We're going to try and get together the odd weekend but I really miss her already. I think I'll call her when I get back to my room." Dave became quiet as he began to think about Rebecca. He really missed her and he decided he would call her when he got back to his room. He and Darcy eventually staggered into their dorm and when Dave opened the door to his room, Colby rolled over but went back to sleep. Dave didn't want to disturb Colby, so he took his cell phone out of his desk and walked out the back door of the residence. He walked over to the edge of the woods and dialed Rebecca's number. The phone rang four times before a very groggy Paul, Rebecca's father answered, "Hello?" Dave said, "Hi, Paul. Sorry to call so late. Can I speak to Rebecca?" Paul replied, "Oh, it's you, Dave. How is college going?" Dave slurred, "Good so far, thanks." Paul said, 'I'll get Rebecca." After a brief pause Dave heard a soft voice, "Hi, Dave. How are you doing?" Dave answered, "Really good - but I miss you." She said, "I miss you too." Dave continued, "We had a team party tonight. I drank too much. I really wish you were here, 'Becca. Maybe I had too much because there was a big gap in my company - you were not there." She giggled, "You sound pretty drunk. I've never seen you drunk. What's your team like?" Dave confessed, "Most of them seem really great but a couple of them are probably kind of arrogant assholes. I don't really care as long as I get to play golf." Dave was sitting at the end of the path when he suddenly heard a noise from the woods. Something was moving through the woods towards him and he quickly stood up and moved backwards as he gasped, "Jesus, something is coming out of the woods towards me." Rebecca was laughing, "Is it a pink elephant?" Dave quickly moved back farther and he saw a form come walking out of the woods. He realized it was a person; he dropped the phone and got into a defensive posture. The lights on the back of Palmer Residence shone a dull light on the path as a beautiful dark haired girl walked out of the woods followed by a second similar girl. Dave sighed relief as he realized it was the twins. He exhaled loudly and slurred, "Jesus, you two scared the shit out of me." They both laughed before one apologized, "Sorry." Then both of them walked to the back door of their wing of the residence and went inside. Dave could see his phone lit-up on the ground so he picked it up and explained, "Sorry 'Becca, two girls just walked out of the woods behind the residence and sacred the hell out of me." Rebecca was laughing, "Big tough Dave scared of a couple of girls. I thought you liked the dark - and girls." Dave retorted, "Only when you are with me." They talked for fifteen minutes before Dave finally started to feel tired and said goodbye. He stumbled back to his room and clambered into bed. He fell asleep quickly. The next morning Colby was up and preparing for another morning of orientation. Dave simply said, "I'm going to sleep for a while longer." Then rolled over and went back to sleep. Dave slept soundly for another couple of hours before he woke around ten-thirty. He didn't feel the greatest but decided that food was the best answer. He went to the dining hall and ate some breakfast. His head was sore and his stomach was doing flip-flops but he decided to go hit balls anyway. He practiced for two hours before the rest of the team started to show up. He sweated out most of the alcohol and actually felt pretty good when everyone had arrived. A few of the players looked really sick but most looked okay. Coach Dawes put them through drills for the whole afternoon. When Coach Dawes finally sent them home at five o'clock, Dave was really hungry. He wanted to see if Colby wanted to join him for supper so, he stopped by his room but Colby was gone. Dave's phone was sitting on the desk and he picked it up, there was a voice message so he checked it. The message was from Doug Ross so Dave called him as he walked out of the residence. Darcy ran up beside Dave and Dave was going to hang up the phone because he didn't want to talk about the Open in front of Darcy but suddenly he heard, "Hello?" Dave sighed but continued, "Hi, Doug, this is Dave MacDonald, you called me?" Doug immediately replied, "Yes, Dave. I just wanted to confirm again that you are in for the Open. We have two very important corporate sponsors who have requested you and I didn't want to tell them you would be attending unless I was positive." Dave replied, "Yes, I got permission from my coach and I will definitely be there." Doug said, "Excellent. I will let the sponsors know. Are you flying in on Sunday again?" "Yes, I should be there early in the evening." Doug finished with, "Great, I'll make sure there's a limo waiting for you. See you in a few weeks." Dave answered, "See you then." As soon as he hung up, Darcy asked, "Where are you going?" Dave replied, "When I won the Canadian Amateur, I qualified for the Canadian Open. Coach Dawes said I could go, so I'm flying out on the fifth of September." Darcy looked surprised, "You're going to play against the pros. You played in that tournament last year didn't you?" Dave simply nodded before Darcy added, "Didn't you finish in the top ten?" Again Dave simply nodded. Darcy just shook his head, "How can you be so calm about that. You finished in the top ten in a PGA event." Dave simply shrugged, "It may have been mostly luck. That is why I want to return this year to see whether it was just luck or whether I actually have the ability to compete at that level." Darcy just shook his head, "I'd love to have luck like that." They were just reaching the dining hall so Dave led the way to the food. He filled his tray then saw Alec sitting at a table with a few of their teammates. Dave and Darcy sat with them. They had barely sat down when Darcy explained, "Dave is playing in the Canadian Open." Dave stared agitatedly at Darcy before Darcy said, "They're going to find out sooner or later anyway." Dave simply nodded as Alec and the other two sophomores talked about Dave playing with the pros. They asked about Singh and Weir and other golfers. Dave told them what he knew. After eating, Dave went back to his dorm room and relaxed. The alcohol was still in his system and he felt groggy so, he simply watched television. He went to sleep early because classes began the next day. He had three classes on Monday and Wednesday and his other two classes were on Tuesday and Thursday. His schedule had been set up to leave Friday's off for travel to golf tournaments. His first class on Wednesday was at nine o'clock then another at ten-thirty and the final class was at one o'clock. He slept soundly and woke at his usually time. He and Darcy hit balls for ninety minutes before they went to eat. His first class was calculus and he immediately knew it would be a difficult course. His next class was accounting which also promised to be challenging. After lunch he went to his final class for the day, English literature. The class had a long list of books to be read, so right after class he went to the bookstore and picked up all his books. When he saw the prices he was very pleased that his scholarship was paying for them. He simply put the cost on his DeaconOne card. After dropping his books off in his room he went to the golf center for practice. During practice Keith made a comment to Dave about skipping out on the team to go to the Canadian Open. Dave simply ignored him. After a couple hours of practice the team left for supper. Dave ate with Darcy, Alec, and Carl. They talked about the first day of classes as they ate. As soon as they finished eating Dave said he was going to study. Alec laughed, "You'll learn to take easier courses after the first semester." Dave simply nodded in reply but he didn't want to take simple courses. He wanted a useful degree, in case his athletic future didn't work out for any reason. Dave read the first chapter of his calculus and accounting books then did some of the provided sample problems. He thought he had a basic understanding of both before he selected one of his English books and crawled into bed and began reading it. After reading for an hour, he was very tired so he turned off his desk lamp. Colby was still hard at work at his desk, so Dave pulled a pillow over his head and went to sleep. Dave woke early and Darcy was waiting for him. They went to the golf center and Dave was really surprised to see Alec there as well. Alec explained, "Darcy said you were practicing early, do you mind if I join you?" Dave simply shook his head, "Love to have you join us." The three teammates hit balls for ninety minutes. They all went back to their dorms and showered before they met for breakfast. All three left for their nine o'clock classes. Dave had computer science at nine followed by business at ten-thirty. He definitely understood what his adviser meant about a difficult schedule but he was confident he could handle it. He met Darcy and Alec for lunch before they went to practice. They hit balls for two hours before going to Miller Center for strength training. After strength training the coach called a meeting for the whole team. As team members who were at Miller Center returned, Coach Dawes called them all into the golf center. He explained, "We've had a schedule change. The tournament scheduled for September eighteenth and nineteenth has been moved ahead to the eleventh and twelfth. Therefore our round at Tanglewood on the fourteenth is moved to the seventh. Work hard on your studies so you are ready when you need to take time off for golf. I'll see you all tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." Dave was shocked when he heard the change of dates - the new dates were the same weekend as the Open. As soon as the meeting ended, Dave went to Coach Dawes. Coach Dawes led Dave to his office and closed the door. He said, "Dave I know this changed date conflicts with the Canadian Open and I've already given you the green light to go there. I'm going to allow you to decide which tournament you want to play in. But, I do hope you will select our tournament." Dave looked at his Coach and replied, "Can I let you know in the morning?" Coach Dawes nodded so Dave left his office. He had a very difficult decision to make. Life at Wake Forest was clearly not off to a simple start.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Five - Bittersweet Goodbyes The month of July passed quickly for Dave. He went out with John a couple of times but, other than that, he did very little besides golf and go to the beach with his family or friends from the campground. The first time he went out with John, they talked about the hockey draft and John was truly excited about going to the Anaheim Mighty Ducks' rookie camp. John fully expected he would be playing with the Missiles again but he maintained a small dream of actually making the Ducks' team as an eighteen year old. Dave didn't talk much about his own high draft. He knew that hockey was John's passion so he let his friend enjoy all the talk about hockey. Dave was happy for his best friend. The one month anniversary of his breakup with Rebecca came and went without any further contact. Dave thought about calling her but he decided to leave it a few more weeks. Dave's highlight for July was when Jennifer came to QAI for a weekend - he was very happy to spend a few days with her. They spent a lot of time together, just talking. On Sunday afternoon, just before Jennifer went home, she and Dave went for a walk to their love hut. During the long walk, they talked about their upcoming school years. Jennifer was going to the University of New Dominion to study engineering - she still dreamed of being an architect. They were laughing and joking as they reached the hut. Suddenly they heard voices from inside and they instantly knew it was two young kids. As they listened, they could hear the innocent laughing of a young boy and girl. Dave gently knocked on the door and the voices immediately stopped. Dave nodded to Jennifer and pushed the door open. He and Jennifer walked inside. The two kids, who appeared to be about twelve, were sitting at the table looking very nervous. Dave looked at them and said, "Hello, how are you?" The boy seemed to become the protector and moved to stand in front of the girl. He said, "We're sorry, mister; we didn't know anyone owned this hideout. We will leave." Dave and Jennifer chuckled at the boy calling Dave mister. Dave replied, "You don't have to leave. We built this when we were about your age. We don't actually own it, but we have used it every summer." Dave looked at Jennifer questioningly and she seemed to know what he was thinking and simply nodded. Dave continued, "The farmer who owns this land helped us build and furnish this private place and we would be very happy to turn it over to you. We were actually just coming here to say goodbye to the old shack, as we will probably never come back here again. You two are very welcome to enjoy the hideout but, you have to make one promise - always respect the farmer's land and he will not mind you using it." A huge smile came across both their faces and the boy asked excitedly, "Really, mister? You're giving this place to us?" Dave laughed again at being called mister but replied, "We aren't giving you this place because we don't own it - the farmer does. But we are giving you the privilege of making it your private place just the way it was for us." The boy nodded, "Thank you. I promise we'll look after it, sir." The girl was nodding happily and Dave and Jennifer said their goodbyes and left. They walked out of the hut and started down the hill together. Dave was thinking about how he and Jennifer had been the same age as those two kids, when they had built their private place. He was reflecting on the years he and Jennifer spent together and he felt a tear in his eye as he realized those days were gone forever. He suddenly felt her hand take hold of his and he turned to face Jennifer as he smiled warmly. She squeezed his hand as she said, "Thinking about all the good years we spent together?" Dave simply nodded before she continued, "We had some unbelievable years here, Dave. You are my best friend and that will never change. I love you, Dave." He hugged her affectionately as he replied, "I love you too, Jennifer. If you ever need anything, please call. No matter where I am, I will come to you immediately." She kissed him on the forehead, "That goes for you too - just call." He nodded and they continued back to the campground holding hands silently; both were in deep thought. Shortly after returning, Dave watched Jennifer drive up the red clay lane of the campground. He knew he was watching his best friend driving out of his life and he considered running to her but he simply waved goodbye. She had a new life and he was getting ready to start his own new life. She waved into the rearview mirror; then she was gone. Dave had been talking to Mike Fornier who had also earned a spot on the Island amateur team and they arranged to go to St. Andrew's, New Dominion together for the East Coast Amateur. They agreed to share a room to save costs and to split Dave's car expenses. Dave's father had wanted to go to caddy but he had to save his vacation time for the national amateur and driving Dave to college. Mike and Dave left early Friday morning for the four and a half hour drive. Dave had never played the Algonquin Golf Course before but he was looking forward to the challenge. The course was considered a very good test of golf and Dave was anxious to see how his game matched up against the best amateurs in the Maritimes. During the drive, Mike told Dave about playing US collegiate golf and the challenges of the travel and different golf courses. Mike played for LSU and he told Dave that the Wake Forest team was very young which should allow Dave to qualify for most of the tournaments. Mike explained that each college team played in various tournaments, usually about four in the fall and four to six in the spring, with between eight and fifteen different teams in each tournament. The teams were ranked nationally based on the results of the tournaments. Mike further explained that, while most teams had between ten and twelve golfers, normally only five went to the tournaments. Most coaches would have the team play a qualifying round of golf just before leaving for a tournament. He would select the final five-member team based on the players' results at previous tournaments plus their performance in the qualifying round. Dave was very happy to hear how the US program worked and he was now even more anxious to get to Winston-Salem but he had the East Coast and Canadian Amateur tourneys to deal with first. They arrived at the hotel and checked in. After stowing their clothes, they immediately drove to the course and hit some practice balls. Warmed up, Dave and Mike went to the first tee. For their practice round, they were in a group with two players from Nova Scotia. Dave and Mike both played well on the long tough par seventy-one course. Dave shot seventy-three and Mike shot seventy-two. The two Nova Scotia players shot seventy-one and seventy-five. Dave and Mike went out for a late supper before returning to the hotel. Mike had an early tee time at eight o'clock while Dave didn't play until ten- thirty. Dave woke early and, after a quick breakfast, he and Mike drove to the course at seven o'clock. They practiced together until Mike left to tee-off. Dave continued practicing until his tee time. Dave was playing with the New Dominion champion and a Nova Scotia amateur who hadn't made their provincial team but had been invited to the East Coast Amateur. Dave hit a great drive on the first hole but, as he stood over his approach shot from the fairway, he somehow couldn't get comfortable. He finally settled over the ball but hit the shot long over the green into some deep rough. His lob shot from the rough came out of the long grass hot and rolled well past the hole. Dave two-putted for an opening bogey. The next hole, Dave again hit a good drive but still couldn't get comfortable over his approach shot. This time he pulled his second shot left and again his ball finished with a bad lie. The green slopped hard away from his position and his ball was on hard downhill slope. Dave made a decent shot but his ball rolled twelve feet past the hole. He missed the putt and carded his second straight bogey. Dave's poor play continued on the front nine - he made two more bogeys, one birdie, and four pars. He was three over par on the front. The start of the back nine continued the way the front had; but Dave scrambled better and made seven straight pars. When he reached the seventeenth tee he knew he had to get a handle on his game so he momentarily walked away from the seventeenth tee and got refocused. When it was his turn to tee off, he was ready and hammered a huge drive down the left side of the long par-five hole. He only had two-hundred and ten yards to the green and selected his five-iron. He put a smooth swing on the ball and hit it very well. The ball bounced and rolled fifteen feet from the pin. Dave rolled his eagle putt over the corner of the hole but it didn't drop. He tapped in for birdie. Dave stood on the eighteenth tee confident after making a birdie. He hit a solid three-wood to the one-hundred yard marker. He then hit a good wedge to five feet and knocked the birdie putt solidly into the middle of the hole. His birdie- birdie finish gave him a one over par seventy-two. He was not overly happy with his score but he was happy with his finish and he was confident he could build on that. Mike was waiting for him and asked how he did. Dave shrugged and told Mike he shot seventy-two. Dave asked Mike how he played and Mike said he played really well and shot sixty-nine. Dave asked what the best score was and Mike said the Nova Scotia champion shot sixty-six. Dave explained that the two players with him shot seventy and seventy- four. Mike and Dave went out for supper and talked more about US collegiate golf. They returned to the room and watched television. Dave called his father just before they went to sleep. Both had later tee-times on Sunday, so they left for the course at eight-thirty. Dave teed off at ten o'clock while Mike had an eleven-fifteen tee-time. Dave again hit a solid drive on the first hole but this time hit a great approach shot to eight feet. He knocked the putt in then carried the momentum through the rest of the round. By the time he birdied eighteen, he had carded a course record sixty-three. Dave strode off the green proud of his great round of golf. He was the clubhouse leader but the Nova Scotia champion was playing well again and with three holes to play the NS champion was two under par for the round and tied with Dave at seven under par for the tournament. Dave sat in the clubhouse waiting for the results to filter in. He heard the NS champion made par on sixteen. Dave was hoping to get into a playoff but he soon heard that the NS champion birdied seventeen. Dave knew a playoff was now unlikely but he stood and watched the NS champion stroll up eighteen. Dave watched him hit a good approach shot onto the final green then make a solid two-putt par and the one stroke victory. Dave was disappointed to lose but he was happy with his great round and he was confident that he was ready for the National Amateur. Mike shot a seventy and finished tenth in the tournament. The drive back to QAI passed quickly as Dave thought about the last full week he would spend on the Island. He was leaving the following Sunday for the nationals, then, after a week at the nationals, he would only be on QAI for one day before leaving for North Carolina. He decided he would call Rebecca during the week and see if she wanted to go out as friends before he left. Dave practiced and played all week. He was working even harder on his game if that were possible. On Wednesday evening he called Rebecca. Her father, Paul, answered the phone and immediately congratulated Dave for winning the Island Amateur and finishing second in the East Coast Amateur. Dave thanked him and they chatted; eventually he agreed to play a round of golf with Paul on Friday afternoon at Hornsby. Paul then told Dave that Rebecca was out with a friend but he would have her call him when she arrived home. Dave thanked Paul and said he would see him on Friday. After he hung up the phone, Dave wondered if she was out with another guy. An hour later the phone rang and Dave was happy to hear her voice. He said "Hi, 'Becca, how are you doing?" She replied, "Great. Dave, how are you?" He answered, "Good, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie on Saturday night? That is, if you're not dating someone else?" Dave didn't say the last line with any malice in his voice but simply as a question. Rebecca didn't seem to take offense to his question and quickly replied, "I'd love to go to a movie - and no, I am not dating anyone." Dave's spirits lifted immediately and he replied, "Great, how does five o'clock sound? We can go to supper if you like." Rebecca answered, "That sounds nice, Dave. See you Saturday." Dave echoed, "See you then." On Saturday, Dave went to Rebecca's house to pick her up. Paul answered the door and Dave shook his hand. Paul said, "Thank you again for playing with my group yesterday. It was a true pleasure to watch your incredible talent. We were all talking in the bar after about how amazingly consistent your swing is. You shot sixty-eight and made it look easy." Dave just shrugged as he replied, "Thank you, I have really been striking the ball well lately. But you and your two friends all have games. You shot seventy-four didn't you? And one of your friends shot seventy-one, right?" Paul smiled, "Yes, it was both our best rounds in several years. We seemed to get motivated by your great play." Suddenly two young boys ran into the living room where Dave and Paul were waiting for Rebecca. Riley and Robbie jumped into Dave's arms. Dave immediately wrestled them to the floor as Paul growled, "Boys, leave Dave alone, he is going out to supper with your sister." Dave laughed, "I don't mind, Paul. I haven't seen anyone this tough since I played against the Mooseheads." The boys laughed at being compared to major junior hockey players and fought with Dave briefly before Riley asked, "Dave, are you going to play in the NHL and fight with Tie Domi?" Dave laughed even louder as he thought about Riley's reference to the Toronto Maple Leaf's tough guy. He replied, "Sorry, Riley, Tie Domi will have to find someone else to fight next year. I'm going to be golfing." Robbie retorted, "I wish you were at least playing with the Missiles. I'm going to miss watching you score beautiful goals and set up awesome plays. You were the best player on the team." Dave was about to reply when Rebecca came into the room. She shooed the two boys from the room. They were sticking their tongues out at their sister as they left. Dave simply nodded hello as she walked into the room - she looked gorgeous in a green skirt and a light green spaghetti strap top. She hugged her father and said, "I'll see you later, Dad." Rebecca took Dave's hand and they walked out of the house as if they had never broken up. Dave waved at Paul as he left. Paul called out, "Good luck at the Canadian Amateur." Dave thanked him just before the door closed. Dave opened the door of the car for Rebecca before he sprinted around to his door. His heart was pitter-patting with excitement. When he sat behind the wheel, Rebecca immediately said, "So you're trying to win me back by charming my father and brothers, eh?" He must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he started to stammer an excuse, she started laughing as she added, "I'm just teasing you, Dave. Dad told me he coerced you into playing with him and his buddies. Thank you for doing that. Dad has been talking about you non-stop since you won the Island Amateur and he really enjoyed playing with you yesterday." She laughed again. "I can't believe how easy I can fluster you." Dave was relieved when he realized she had been only teasing him. He confessed, "That's because my heart is racing from just being near you. The last thing I want to do is risk losing any time with you." Rebecca took Dave's hand and squeezed it, "You're sweet, Dave; I feel the same way." Dave felt as if a huge weight, the ton of bricks, had been lifted off him and his whole body immediately relaxed - she still loved him too. They went to supper and, while they ate, they talked about their summers. Dave said he was golfing all the time and he was really looking forward to going to Wake Forest. He wasn't exactly prepared when Rebecca asked, "Did you have a good time with Sarah and Roxanne?" He felt uncomfortable when he said, "We had fun - but I wish you could have been with us." She smiled, "By the way they were attached to you on Canada Day, I don't think they would have shared you." Dave wasn't sure if she was attacking them and he replied sharply, "They knew my heart was broken and were just comforting me." Rebecca looked at Dave with surprise, then shook her head, "I guess I deserved that. I'm sorry to talk about them but I have to confess - I was very jealous when I saw them with you." Dave looked directly in the eyes, "It could have been you under my arm. I wanted it to be you." She squeezed his hands, "I know it could have been me but we both know that if we had spent the last month together, your leaving for Wake Forest would have been very, very difficult." Dave simply shrugged as if not to believe her feelings for him. She immediately realized he doubted her feelings and defensively she asked, "Don't you think it hurt me to break up with you?" Dave looked right at her, "You didn't seem to have any trouble ending it." She looked thoughtfully into his eyes as her eyes became misty, "Dave, I was devastated when we broke up. I watched you sitting in the car outside my house after you dropped me off - you wouldn't leave. I wanted to run to you and beg forgiveness but I knew I couldn't. Dave, I have really fallen for you but you are leaving and that is a serious problem." Dave nodded and she could finally see that he believed her. She teasingly added, "And, besides, my father and brothers both think I should marry you as soon as possible. You've won their complete support. I'm sure Dad considers you the perfect son-in-law. And the brats think you are God." Dave smiled seriously, "I could definitely handle that." Rebecca looked at him in shock, "Jesus, Dave, we're only seventeen years old and I still have a year of high school left." When Dave's expression didn't change she simply squeezed his hand and added, "Maybe someday, but not for a while." Dave was willing to accept that and he nodded, "Someday, definitely someday." They enjoyed the rest of their meal then went to a movie. After the movie they went to McDonalds and spent some time with their friends. Dave talked to John and John wished him luck at the Amateur. Eventually Dave and Rebecca left McDonalds and as soon as they got in the car, Rebecca asked, "Is there anywhere we can go for some privacy?" Dave smiled and suggested, "We can go to my house. No one should be home." Rebecca nodded and Dave headed directly to his house. Dave opened the back door and watched Rebecca walk into the kitchen. He watched her swaying ass in her short green skirt. She immediately turned to face him and he looked up and down her lithe body, glancing particularly at her perky breasts with pointy nipples being constrained by the light-green spaghetti strap top. Rebecca moved into Dave's arms and they kissed passionately. Dave moved his hands to her firm ass and began squeezing her sensually. He suspected she wasn't wearing underwear; if she were wearing them, it would be the first time. He moved his hands down her legs and under the hem of the skirt. Their kissing became more passionate as he moved his hands back up her bare legs until each hand was holding a bare ass-cheek. Rebecca moaned to his tender touch. Dave slowly moved one hand around to the front and he wasn't surprised to feel her soft bush, whose color he knew to be very red - no underwear as usual. He slid his hand between her legs and tenderly probed her nether lips. He found the soft opening and slipped his middle finger inside. She was already wet with excitement as he worked the digit deep inside. She moaned again as she moved her hands to his shorts. She quickly unfastened them and let them drop to the floor. She briefly pulled back from him and looked down at his bulging boxers and teased, "Gee, I thought you would have figured out that underwear only gets in the way when we are together." Dave laughed as he quickly pulled his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them, allowing his hardness to stand straight out. He retorted, "They're not in the way now." Before she had a chance to go down on him, he beat her to the punch. He dropped to his knees on the tile floor of the kitchen and pushed her skirt up to her waist as he moved his face between her legs. He placed his hands on her ass as he gently pushed her legs apart with his chin. He could smell her tangy scent. As he slid his tongue along her soft lips, she sighed softly. He continued teasing her as he pushed her backward slowly until her ass pushed against the table. He pushed her leg up on the table as he slowly stuck his tongue deep inside her opening. Then he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit as he moved one hand between her legs - she moaned loudly. Dave was in heaven with his nose pushed into her red bush. He moved his middle finger to her special spot and began tapping and caressing her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her breathing became short and ragged as he intensified his sucking and teasing. Her hands were on his head and she began pulling his hair as she pushed his face harder into her excited sex. He continued to increase his sucking and he slowly brought her to a long loud screaming climax. What Dave didn't know was that Beth was in the house. He had not seen her boyfriend's car in the driveway and had made the mistake of assuming she was out; but her boyfriend had felt sick and dropped her off at the house earlier. She had heard Dave's car pull into the driveway from her bedroom but didn't bother to leave her room until she heard the first loud scream from Rebecca. She quickly but quietly ran downstairs to the entrance of the kitchen. She realized that the scream was not an injury but excitement and she curiously looked around the corner of the wall. She was just in time to see Rebecca with her skirt around her waist and her bright red trimmed bush in plain view. Rebecca moved off the table and sucked Dave's hard prick into her mouth. He moved his hands to her head. Beth had not seen Dave's big prick since that night on the practice range two years earlier and even then the darkness had made it difficult to see. She debated leaving them some privacy; but the sight of Rebecca working his hard shaft like a true pro fascinated her and she lost herself as she slipped her hand below her skirt, inside her panties, and began rubbing her enlarging clit. Rebecca sucked Dave to complete hardness and, as she began stroking him, Dave suddenly whispered, "I'd like to take you on the table, if you're ready." Rebecca smiled, moved back against the table, lifted herself up and coaxed, "Fuck me hard. I want it on your kitchen table. Fuck me, Dave!" The mood was perfect and Dave moved forward quickly with his manhood swaying side to side. He briefly moved his two hands to her top and pulled it over her head before unfastened her skirt and gently pulled it over her head as well. He guided his hardness to her wet and waiting opening. She lay back on the table as Dave pushed his crown inside her opening. He then pulled her legs forward as he pushed his rock-hard pole deep inside her. She moaned loudly as he filled her. Beth had peeked around the corner as Rebecca went back on the table and Rebecca's upper body dropped out of sight behind the breakfast nook. Beth was feeling wild as her excitement rose. She knew Rebecca could not see her; so, she moved slowly to the open entrance-way and lifted her skirt around her waist before she lowered her panties and threw them into the living room. She knew Dave could easily see her if he looked towards the living room and that seemed to add to the excitement building inside her. Dave began slowly thrusting into Rebecca; she felt wonderful as he felt his orgasm slowly building. Rebecca's excitement was also slowly building and she began coaching him, "Fuck me harder. Drive that python deep inside me." Dave was starting to lose control but he didn't want to come before Rebecca was ready; so he briefly turned his head away from her to try and slow his orgasm. That turned out to be a huge mistake - he spotted Beth leaning against the entranceway with her eyes closed and her hand jammed up her beautiful blonde snatch while she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Dave hesitated only a second as Rebecca screamed out more encouragement. He alternated from looking at Rebecca sliding back and forth on the table and Beth fingering herself with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. Beth opened her eyes and saw him staring at her excitedly. She smiled at him then she increased the pace of her two hands. That seemed to drive him over the edge and Dave pounded harder into Rebecca as he felt his orgasm peek. He felt his balls fill to an almost painful size then explode up his shaft and deep into a panting and screaming Rebecca. He glanced at Rebecca and her eyes were closed; he looked over at Beth who was throwing her head from side to side as her own climax rocked her. Dave felt Rebecca peak as he filled her with his seed and he first smiled at Beth who was staring right at him before he lowered his head to Rebecca's pointy nipple. He sucked the hard little nub as he continued to grind his slowly withering manhood into Rebecca - she rocked through her reverberating orgasm. She immediately pulled his head hard against her breast. After a slow recovery, she whispered, "You were a man possessed. That felt magnificent." Dave snickered to himself as he thought, "If you only knew." He kissed her tenderly before he stood up. He looked over at the doorway - Beth was gone. Rebecca rubbed his soft tool and coaxed, "Let's go up to your room and finish this in comfort. I hope you're still up for some more." Dave nodded as she grabbed her top then took his hand. Dave picked up his shorts and boxers as she guided him out of the kitchen. He was wondering where Beth had gone but he didn't have to wonder long. As soon as they walked into the living room, Rebecca froze and stared at a smiling Beth sitting on the couch. Dave moved his shorts in front of his manhood, more for Rebecca's benefit then Beth's. Beth smiled devilishly and said, "The kitchen table - that's an interesting venue. I don't think any meal I ever eat there again will be quite the same." After a momentary pause, Dave and Rebecca simply pasted on smiles, walked through the living room, and up the stairs to Dave's room. As they entered Dave's room, Rebecca said, "Your sister is pretty kinky." Dave just smiled as he moved to Rebecca then pulled her skirt off. He whispered, "I think you like the idea that Beth may have watched us have sex. You're an exhibitionist aren't you?" She simply smiled as she led him to the bed. She pushed him onto the bed and began sucking his tender meat. He hardened quickly and she smiled, "I need you inside me again." She moved on top of him and eased his hardness between her legs. She was still dripping wet from his earlier release so he slid inside easily. He reached up and caressed her breasts as he felt his manhood again slip deep inside her. Rebecca began rocking back and forth with her eyes closed. Dave whispered, "Would you like me to call Beth so she can come and watch you rocking on my cock." Rebecca's eyes shot open - she stared down at Dave in surprise. He continued, "Beth would love to watch me pinching and squeezing these perky little nipples. She'd love to watch your fiery red bush bouncing up and down on my hard prick." Rebecca moaned as thoughts of Beth watching them raced through her mind. She got incredibly excited - she indeed was an exhibitionist. Dave continued whispering about Beth watching them and Rebecca's orgasm continued to build until she was out of control as she thrust hard onto his rock hard pole. Her first orgasm raged through her body but Dave didn't stop. He moved his hands to her hips and continued whispering about Beth as he ground against. Rebecca's orgasm eased slightly; but when Dave continued to thrust into her, her next orgasm started. She was moaning and screaming and Dave felt his orgasm build as well. He increased the pace. He felt his juices building up so he whispered, "Beth can see you fucking me. She's watching me fuck you hard." Rebecca went over the edge again, only this time she fell even farther as her entire body convulsed in excitement. Dave's climax came close behind and he felt his balls fill up until he exploded deep inside of her again. She screamed out in excitement. She continued to rock on his hardness until her orgasm eased, she then simply dropped on top of Dave and hugged him tenderly. Dave eventually kissed her softly and whispered, "You are truly special. Do you know that?" She looked deep into his eyes and replied, "We make a great pair - that's what scares me. We're too good together." Dave was about to ask why she dumped him but instead he listened to what she said. What she was saying finally sunk in. He realized how he could lose himself in her and easily forget about all his dreams. When he was with her, he wasn't himself - he was part of her and she felt like part of him. He looked at her thoughtfully, "Maybe you're right. I do feel different when I'm with you." Rebecca kissed him again, "I knew it the first night we were together - that night at the park when we connected. I knew it was something special. You are closer to my brothers than I am and my father adores you. I was really pleased that you called me this week. I don't want to lose you completely - I just know that we're not ready for a total commitment to each other yet." Dave nodded agreement as he pulled her close and cuddled with her. It felt so natural just to have her in his arms. They remained like that for almost a half hour before Dave asked, "Do you have to go home?" She replied, "No, I told Dad I might not be home tonight." Dave was surprised that she had the whole night planned but he wasn't going to complain. She asked, "What time do you leave tomorrow?" He answered, "Mom, Dad, and I are going to the airport at nine o'clock. I packed my clothes and golf equipment this afternoon. I have to call them to ask if it's okay we stay here tonight. I know they will say yes but they like me asking anyway." Rebecca nodded as Dave got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. He was only gone a moment as his parents gave him approval and arranged to pick him up at the house. Dave crawled back into bed with Rebecca and they cuddled together as they fell comfortably asleep. Dave woke in the morning spooned to Rebecca's back with a hand on one of her pert breasts. He enjoyed the closeness and feeling of her in his arms. He could see his clock and knew they had a half hour. He simply remained still and enjoyed his last moments with her. Eventually it was time to get up, so he began squeezing her breast. She slowly began to wake. When she realized where she was she placed her hand on his hand and sighed. He whispered, "This feels nice. Are you up for a shower?" She nodded, so they got out of bed and walked to the bathroom naked. They took a long luxuriating shower together before they got dressed and Dave drove her home. When he stopped in her driveway she said, "I'll miss you, Dave. Call me when you come home. Good luck with your golf. I love you." He kissed her, "I love you too. I'll miss you and I'll call whenever I'm home. Goodbye, Rebecca." She kissed him again before she ran into the house. He watched her leave and thought about what could have been had he not been going away. He shook himself from his thoughts and drove home. His parents were just arriving as Dave pulled in; they woke Beth and she drove them to the airport. Dave's teammates were on the same flight and he talked to them as they waited to board. The plane landed in Toronto just after lunch. Dave and his parents rented a car and drove to the hotel. They spent a quiet night at the hotel. Dave was sharing a room with Mike again but he spent the evening with his parents. Dave had seen a Tim Horton's down the road from the hotel and he decided to start his mornings there. On Monday he woke at eight o'clock and went to Tim's. He relaxed and thought about the upcoming week. After an hour he returned to the hotel and ate breakfast with his parents before they drove north to Devil's Pulpit Golf Course. Dave's father explained that he read up on the course. The two inventors of the Trivial Pursuit game had been the builders. They also built another course called Devil's Paintbrush at the same time only a few miles away. They reached the Devil's Pulpit Golf Course before lunch and Dave practiced for several hours before his scheduled practice round. His father was caddying for him. Dave saw Mike Fornier at the practice range; they hit balls for a while before Dave went to the putting green and putted until he was called to the first tee. Dave loved the Pulpit, it was a spectacular course with lush fairways and an incredible test of golf because of the undulating greens. He hit the ball really well and shot an even par seventy-one. He and his father spent a lot of time checking distances and different angles to approach different pin positions. Dave found Mike in the clubhouse after his round and Mike explained that he found the course a little tough - he shot seventy-five. Dave returned to the hotel with his parents. He went right to bed to get a good night's sleep. As he lay in bed, he thought about the format of tournament. The format was set for two rounds of stroke play on Tuesday and Wednesday, before the top sixty-four finishers were seeded into a match play formatted playoff. The field was cut in half with each round of golf with one round played on Thursday then two being played each day after that. On Sunday, the final two golfers would play a thirty-six holes match. Dave then thought about Rebecca and how he would not see her for a long time - he already missed her. He fell asleep rubbing his hardness as he dreamt about their last meeting and then about their next meeting.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Two - Carol's Special Day As Carol woke slowly on Thursday morning, she rolled over and laid an arm across the pillow next to her; finding it vacant, she realized her husband Roger had already left for work. Still half asleep, she enjoyed the warmth of the bed and reflected on their tender love making session of the previous night. Then her thoughts briefly turned to an anticipation of the time she and Roger would spend with Sam, the sensual nurse from Vancouver. She could almost feel herself getting wet with excitement as dream images flashed through her thoughts. She rolled out of bed and went to the shower. Dave, as usual, had already gone to the golf course and she shook her head in wonder at how dedicated he remained to his sport. She noticed the dirty dishes from Roger and Dave's breakfast rinsed in the sink but continued to the shower. She soaked under the warm stream of water and gently rubbed the sides of her tender clit as she flashed back to the previous fall and the exciting evening of girl-girl sex she had enjoyed with Sam. She remembered shocking Sam with comments about Jennifer and how Sam shocked her in return with comments about Dave. She had thought many times of making love to her son but in the end she had concluded that her current family situation was too perfect to jeopardize with any major change. As images of Sam's nude body flooded her mind, she increased the pace of her masturbation until she reached that exciting peak. Her breathing was very laboured and her heart was racing as the euphoria flooded her senses. She eventually regained her composure and finished her shower. She dried herself and brushed her teeth before pulling her robe back on and leaving the bathroom. Beth was just waking and Carol studied her young daughter's budding body. Beth's breasts had taken a nice spurt over the last year and filled out to a similar size to her older sister Julie's. Carol had always been very proud of her own large breasts and hoped her daughters would also eventually enjoy fulfilling sex lives the way she did. Carol cleaned up the dishes in the sink as she heard Julie wake and come out into the kitchen. Julie kissed her mother on the cheek and said good morning as she stretched and prepared for the day. She and Beth had plans to go with their boyfriends to Brackley Beach. It was the most popular beach for Island teens. Carol reminded her about the bonfire and said that her boyfriend and Beth's boyfriend were welcome to join the family festivities. She also reminded her about the family day at the beach planned for the following day and also invited their boyfriends to join them then. After the dishes were clean, Carol went to her room and dressed. She wore a special sundress she had made herself just for Sam's visit. The soft yellow material accentuated the swells of her breasts nicely and fit her round hips perfectly. She looked in the mirror at her hourglass figure and debated whether or not to remove her panties for a special Sam surprise. In the end, she left her panties on thinking she could probably strip seductively for Sam later. She returned to the kitchen and began cooking breakfast for herself and the girls. The front door opened and Jennifer strolled in. Carol casually invited her and her parents over for breakfast. Jennifer thanked her and went to check with her parents. Thirty minutes later the two families were sitting at the picnic table eating pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast. Both families enjoyed the large breakfast and talked about Sam's visit; Ron skipped the bacon and went easy on the eggs - it was part of his recovery program. Ron explained that he had to go get some groceries for the welcome barbecue that evening and Jennifer went with him to help. Julie and Beth left for town, leaving Carol and Heather alone. Carol briefly thought how she and Heather had become best friends over the past six years and that, except for her sister, Kate no women was as close to her. Carol had considered mentioning to Heather her earlier sexual liaison with Sam but was afraid the lesbian implications would chase her new best friend away. Instead, they talked about their decision allowing Jennifer and Dave to stay at the house alone. Even though both thought they were nominally too young for such a large responsibility, they agreed that both had proven how responsible they were and had decided that, with all of Dave's planned travel time, the young couple needed some private time together. Each woman had the same unspoken thought that it would have been nice to have had that kind of 'private time' when they were dating. The morning passed quickly as Heather helped Carol clean up the breakfast dishes. It was almost ten o'clock when Ron and Jennifer returned. Dave came walking through the woods from the golf course shortly afterwards and, before long, he and Jennifer left together for the pool. Carol, Heather, and Ron prepared some of that evening's salads and entrees. Carol thought how strange it was for Ron to be around all of the time instead of only weekends. She was pleased that he had recovered completely from his heart failure scare. She remembered the many discussions she and Roger had had about his father and she was still worried about Ron. She had told Heather Roger's story - not to scare her but to warn her. They had talked about it a lot and Heather was very determined to make sure Ron didn't go back to work until the fall. Ron had reluctantly agreed. Carol prepared some sandwiches for lunch while Ron and Heather went for their daily walk, part of his new exercise regiment. Dave and Jennifer came strolling down the lane laughing and holding hands. Carol was happy they had worked through the very difficult winter situation. She briefly wondered how Katherine was doing. She had adored that very sweet girl but she knew from her conversations with Heather that Jennifer was going to try to win Dave back. She felt bad for Katherine but deep down she knew Jennifer had a lot more history with Dave. Carol watched Dave eat his usual large meal. She was still in wonder at how much he ate but he had grown so much the last two years that she knew it was necessary. She explained to Dave, "I'm coming to town with you and Jennifer. I want to go with you to the airport to meet Sam. Your father is driving there straight from work and we don't need three vehicles there." Carol immediately noticed the surprised and somewhat disappointed look on both teens' faces but she pretended not to notice. She knew they would have lots of private time alone during Sam's visit. Jennifer and Dave cleaned up after lunch before they all loaded into Jennifer's father's car. Carol sat in the back seat to allow the two teens to talk more freely during the drive. Once they arrived in town Dave showered first, followed close behind by Jennifer. Carol suspected they might have crossed each other in the bathroom but she didn't say anything. She called her sister Kate and they had a nice chat. She invited Kate out for the bonfire but Kate had prior plans with her daughter. Carol then explained that Roger was going to Cape Breton with Dave on Sunday and that Kate was welcome to stay at the trailer on Sunday night. Kate immediately accepted that invitation. Carol tidied up the house a little before she left for the airport with Dave and Jennifer. Roger joined them just as they heard the descending plane fly over the airport. They waited patiently for Sam. Carol was very excited when she finally saw Sam walk through the door. Sam's beautiful red hair was blowing in the wind and her peach blouse and matching skirt looked fabulous on her. Carol could feel herself getting excited just looking at Sam's sensual body. She rushed to her, hugged her tight, and deliberately pushed her large breasts squarely against Sam. Sam's nipples seemed to harden as both women's breasts pressed together in a reunion of their own. After a long tight hug they parted and Dave and Jennifer took their turns hugging their friend. Roger was a little more formal as he had not gotten to know Sam as well as the others had the previous fall; he simply kissed her on each check. Carol smiled and winked at him as she thought about the upcoming fun she had planned. The drive to North Beach passed quickly. Sam and Carol were catching up on all the news. They reached the campground just before suppertime. Jennifer pulled into the campground right behind Roger. Carol introduced Sam to Heather and Ron. They sat down in the lawn chairs and talked for a while before Ron and Roger got up to cook a large supper. Everyone enjoyed the barbecued chicken and all the fixings. Dave and Jennifer again cleaned up after supper so eagerly both Heather and Carol suspected they were trying to say thanks for their temporary living privileges. While Dave and Jennifer were cleaning, Carol took Sam for a tour of the campground and then on an extended walk to the beach. It was a beautiful sunny evening and Carol and Sam enjoyed some private time of their own. They had found a quiet place along the beach where no one was in sight and they kissed tenderly. Sam slid her hands under Carol's dress at the first opportunity and took hold of her round pendulous ass. Carol moaned into Sam's mouth and slid her own hands under Sam's skirt. They were quickly progressing their reciprocal teasing when they heard someone coming, disengaged, and adjusted their clothes. Sam explained how much she had missed Carol and how she had been looking forward to the trip since she booked it the previous month. Carol was equally pleased and, after the coast was clear, they spent a few additional moments of kissing and fondling each other before they walked back towards the campground. It was almost dark when they returned from their long walk and Roger had the fire blazing. He got out his guitar and began playing songs while Heather and some of their neighbours sang. It quickly turned into a large gathering. Carol was sitting quietly sipping wine and staring at the fire as she thought about the exciting night ahead. Her mind drifted off to the previous fall and she vividly remembered Roger's reaction to her confession about Sam and how he then confessed that Kate had joined him at the house for companionship while Carol was in BC. Carol then remembered the night she had convinced Roger to hide in their walk-in closet while she seduced Kate so he could watch. Carol and Kate had always helped each other with their homemade dresses and, on this particular night in November, Kate had made a beautiful evening gown that needed to be hemmed and fitted properly. Carol invited her over and explained that all the kids were out for the evening. She had handed Kate a glass of wine and took her up to her bedroom. Carol went to her sewing room for supplies while Kate put on the dress. As Carol entered the room she stared at her pretty twin sister wearing a sexy black silk evening gown. Carol remembered complimenting, "You look gorgeous in that dress. It fits so snug - but the bra doesn't match. It has to come off." Carol moved behind Kate and gently unfastened her bra and slid it off her arms. She looked over Kate's shoulder into the dark walk-in closet and gently cupped Kate's breasts as she kissed her twin's neck. Kate moaned softly as Carol's fingers tweaked and teased her nipples. Carol ran her hands down Kate's shapely body enjoying the feel of the silk and sending shivers through Kate's entire being. Carol imagined Roger stroking his hard cock as she teased both Kate and him. As her hands caressed Kate's hips she felt Kate's panties and she whispered, "These have to come off as well." She slowly and teasingly slid her hands under Kate's dress, massaging the outside of Kate's thighs as she worked her way up. She took hold of the waistband in each hand and smoothly pulled them down her sister's firm legs. Kate stepped out of the white cotton panties as Carol added, "We'll have to go find you some special no-line underwear for this dress." Kate seemed to gasp just at the thought of a special shopping day with her twin. Carol walked over to the corner of her room and moved a stool in front of Kate. Kate stepped up onto their fitting stool and waited for Carol to start pinning her dress. Carol had other plans though and, as soon as Kate was standing on the stool, she turned Kate so she was standing on angle in relation to the closet but mostly facing the dark room. She stood in front of her sister and began massaging her thighs again. She whispered, "You are getting me all turned on in this dress. I have to have a little peek at that soft little pussy of yours." Carol lifted the front of Kate's dress exposing her soft pouty lips. Carol whispered, "I see you still shave." It was also clear that Kate knew what might happen next; her outer pussy lips were swelling and pulling the inner lips open so Carol could see the pink lining. Carol slid her hand to Kate's opening and immediately felt the wetness that confirmed Kate's excitement. She made sure she didn't block Roger's view as she slid a finger along the sides of Kate's pussy lips in slow strokes she knew would stimulate her sister. Kate moaned softly. Carol could smell Kate's excitement and she increased her stroking to include short dips into the opening of her sister. As Kate's breathing became very audible, Carol quickly added a second finger. She continued her gentle stroking but drove the two digits deeper inside her twin so she could get at the famous g-spot. At the same time, Carol slid her other hand to her own sex and began teasing herself. She teased Kate until Kate was on the brink of an orgasm then she suddenly stopped. Kate begged her to continue but Carol replied, "I thought you wanted to get your dress altered?" Kate snapped, "For God's sake, Carol, don't tease me. Fuck me with your fingers. I'm so horny." Carol stood and peeled the silk garment off Kate's breasts and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Kate's hands quickly came to Carol's head and pulled her tight against her round globe. Carol slid a hand back to Kate's sex and began teasing her again; this time she also added some pressure on the sides of Kate's clit with her thumb. Kate quickly picked up where she had left off and her orgasm was drawing close when Carol again pulled away. Kate whimpered, "You're killing me, Carol. Stop fucking teasing me." Kate became very aggressive in her excitement and she grabbed Carol's hair and roughly pushed her head into her sex. "Eat me, Carol! Right now!" Carol could smell Kate's oozing sex as she slid her tongue between the soft lips. The tart taste flooded her senses and she quickly drove her tongue deep into Kate's love canal. Kate moaned loudly as she continued to hold Carol's head in her crotch. Carol moved her two hands to Kate's round firm ass as she sucked her little nub into her mouth. Kate was moaning loudly as Carol concentrated on bring her to an orgasm with short tongue strokes on the sides of Kate's clit followed by tongue pressure on the head of the clit itself. As Kate's orgasm began, she locked her grip on Carol's hair to make sure there was no escape. The slight pain of her pulled hair only added to the excitement as Kate screamed through an earth shattering orgasm. Carol's face was flooded with juices as she continued to suck and lick Kate's shaking body. Eventually Kate's excitement leveled and she looked down at her smiling sister. "You are bad. You never intended to hem my dress, did you?" Carol just smiled up at her sister with her face glistening. Kate stepped down off the stool and kissed her sister passionately, tasting herself on Carol's lips. She then licked the remaining juices from her face and cooed, "Now it's your turn." She slid her black dress off before she moved Carol to the bed. She peeled Carol's tee-shirt, skirt, and panties off. She then positioned her on the edge of bed and quickly dove between her legs as she remained standing on the floor. Carol looked over Kate's shoulder and saw Roger emerge from the closet, naked and stroking his rock hard prick. As Kate's tongue started to do its work Carol began moaning and she motioned for Roger to move behind Kate. "She gasped, that's it right there. Ohh - that feels good. Not yet, I'm almost there. Wait for me to come." Kate had no clue what her sister was raving on about but she added a finger to the action and Carol's hips were soon bucking and thrusting to meet her driving tongue. Carol suddenly called out, "Now, do it now." Carol watched as Roger moved directly behind her sister and suddenly Kate's face was driven into her snatch. Kate moaned loudly as Roger took hold of her hips and drove his throbbing meat into her wet simmering slit. She knew it was Roger just from how he felt inside her, how he filled her to the brim with his hot rod. Carol watched as her husband pistoned into her sister. His facial expressions were priceless, as he obviously loved watching her get eaten out as he fucked her twin. Carol's orgasm crashed over her and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. She was just recovering when she heard Kate scream through her second orgasm and, just as she opened her eyes, she saw Roger's contorted face as he drove his seed deep inside her twin sister. It was an incredible night as they fucked and sucked until very early in the morning. Carol could feel herself getting wet just remembering that wonderful first night together. They had repeated it several times but the first time was the most special. Carol suddenly felt a hand take hold of hers and she was shaken from her thoughts. She turned to look at Sam who was smiling at her and asked, "Are you okay? You seem distracted?" Carol smiled and replied softly, "I'm just thinking about tonight. I can't wait to be alone with you." Sam smiled, "Why don't we slip away for a while." Carol nodded before she walked around the fire and whispered in Roger's ear. Then she waved at Sam and they walked behind the trailer towards the golf course. She had watched Dave go this way at night many times and she now realized how excited he must have been because she could almost feel her juices running down her leg in anticipation. Carol had walked the course many times while she played but this was the first time she walked it in the dark. She wanted to make sure they were far enough away so no one would hear them. They walked across the second hole to sixteenth and then to the green beside the eleventh hole. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the course. They walked hand-in-hand talking casually until they reached the hill beside the eleventh green. Carol turned to Sam and had just started to kiss her when they heard a noise and water began to shower down on them. Carol laughed as she said, "I forgot about the sprinkler system. Do you want to move?" Sam was rubbing Carol's large breasts as she replied, "I don't mind a little water if you don't." And before Carol could answer her mouth was covered with Sam's and their tongues dueled sensually. Carol immediately moved her hand under Sam's skirt and was pleased to find Sam wet with excitement as well. She slid Sam's panties to the side as she caressed her nether lips with long, smooth strokes to keep the juices flowing. She easily slid a finger into her wet slit as she felt Sam's fingers exploring her own very wet sex. She felt Sam's mouth move from her lips down to her breast and Sam sucked on one of her hard nipples. Carol felt Sam slide a finger inside her wet slit and she moaned as Sam increased the pace of her busy fingers and paid special attention to her g-spot. Sam dropped to her knees and drove her tongue deep inside Carol's wet snatch. Carol moaned loudly as she held Sam's head in place and she was suddenly glad that they moved well away from the trailer. Sam's tongue was hitting all the right spots and when she added a finger to the party Carol's whole body rocked through a mind-blowing orgasm. Her day dreaming of Kate and Roger combined with Sam's experienced tongue made for a spectacular climax. As her body continued to shake and vibrate, she felt Sam's continued exploration. Her legs felt weak and Sam had used one hand to help steady her. As she finally regained her senses, she pulled Sam to her feet and kissed her passionately. She could taste her juices on Sam's face and she licked it clean before she dropped to her own knees and lifted Sam's skirt over her head. She pulled the wet panties aside as she moved her mouth to Sam's wet quim. She immediately smelled Sam's excitement as she started to kiss Sam's soft red mound. She flicked her tongue across and along Sam's nether lips and felt her shiver with excitement. Carol moved two fingers up to Sam's opening and gently slipped them into the wetness. Sam moaned as Carol buried the fingers as far as she could and then moved them around until she found places where she could drive her partner wild. She moved her mouth to Sam's clit and sucked the little nub into her mouth. She could feel Sam's hands on her head and she started a steady stroking motion with her fingers. Sam's whole body was rocking to the rhythm of Carol's fingers. Carol nibbled on Sam's clit and Sam gasped loudly. Carol sensed Sam was getting close. Just as Sam was nearing her peak, Carol took one finger from Sam's wet snatch and rubbed the wet digit around the sensitive rosebud of her friend's ass. As she continued that caress, she felt Sam's opening begin to pucker and un-pucker with increased excitement. As the hole opened wider, Carol drove her still wet finger knuckle-deep into her ass. Sam cried out in pleasure as her whole body rocked. Carol used her other hand to help Sam maintain her balance as Sam's legs seemed ready to buckle. Carol slowly fucked Sam's ass with her wet digit as Sam rode out her wonderful orgasm. As Sam seemed to catch her breath she pulled Carol to her feet and kissed her lovingly. They held each other for a long time before they realized that both were totally soaked from the sprinklers. The cool water had felt nice on the warm night. Sam told Carol she was pleased and surprised that Carol had found out how sensitive her ass was and how the sensations of penetration there had really driven her to new heights. Then Carol confessed how she too loved to have her ass included in love-making and how Roger had become an expert at it. Sam concluded Carol had found a good partner and she was actually somewhat jealous of her for that. They finally decided it was time to return to the trailer. As they neared the campsite, they realized the music had stopped. Carol was a little relieved because she was afraid that her wet dress would not hide her womanly assets from the party guests. Sam had also been worried that their lovemaking would have been very obvious. They strolled through the woods and saw only Roger who was still throwing sand on the last few embers of the fire. He looked up at the two wet women and smiled, "Everyone went home early because most have to work tomorrow. I didn't want to bother our other working neighbours so I sent the rest home early too. I didn't realize it rained." Roger was laughing on the outside but on the inside he was studiously looking at the two very wet women with their clothes clinging to every mound and curve. Carol asked, "Where are the kids?" Roger replied, "Dave and Jennifer went to town and Julie and Beth went to bed." Carol smiled then took Sam's hand and led her towards the trailer. Roger followed close behind. He was watching both women's luscious asses as they climbed the stairs. He followed their dripping path into the bedroom where Carol turned on the light and then turned Sam around for Dave to see. He stared at the wet peach coloured top which was now quite transparent. The wet white bra underneath couldn't hide the soft pink nipples poking out in excitement. Sam looked down nervously as Carol moved behind her and cupped both her breasts in her hands, "Aren't her breasts a perfect size? I love my big ones but these are a perfect handful." Sam shivered as Carol pinched her nipples, "Can you see how pretty her nipples are? They want you to suck them, Roger." Sam could only nod agreement. Roger didn't need to be told twice. He closed the door behind him, walked over to Sam, and began sucking her nipples through the wet material. Carol was kissing Sam's neck as she watched her husband sucking Sam's breasts. Carol unfastened Sam's bra then unzipped the peach skirt. Roger stepped back as the skirt hit the floor and Carol pulled the top over Sam's head. Both the top and bra were added to the pool of wet clothing on the floor. Roger stared at the red headed beauty. His prick was hard as steel and Carol whispered, "Look how hard you have him. Are you ready to feel that big piece of steel rod inside you?" Sam just nodded her head as Carol pulled her panties down. Sam was standing total naked in front of Roger as her new friend kissed her neck and whispered, "He is very good with that cock of his but I especially like it when he shoves it up my ass. Have you ever had a dick throbbing in your ass?" Sam shook her head and Carol giggled, "Well, tonight you are going to have that pleasure and I am going to be eating your hot red snatch while he does it." Carol could feel shivers going up Sam's body as she described her impending pleasure. Carol said to Roger, "Do a slow strip tease for us, would you honey?" Roger slowly pulled his shirt over his head and kind of swung it around with his hand. Next he unbuttoned his shorts and eased them down his legs. Carol's hands moved from Sam's breasts to her wet red mound and began to rub the sides of her engorged clit. Roger's boxers were standing straight out as his pole created a large tent. Carol whispered, "Are you ready to see his big piece of man meat? First he is going to fill your snatch with it, and then he's going to drive it slowly up your ass. He's going to hold your hips and fuck your ass while I lick and suck your clit. Are you ready to have your entire world rocked?" Sam's breathing was very laboured as she gasped, "Yes, I want his cock. I want to feel it inside me, fucking me, fucking my ass. I want your tongue in me too. I need you. I need both of you." Carol couldn't wait any longer. She too had gotten very excited with this little teasing so she quickly unzipped her dress and peeled off her bra and panties. She took Sam's hand and they walked over to Roger and dropped to their knees in front of him. Carol pulled his boxers down and quickly sucked his cock into her mouth. After a few soft sucks she passed it to Sam who eagerly sucked Roger's meat into her own mouth. Carol dropped her mouth to Sam's breast and sucked a rubbery nub into her mouth. After a few moments, Carol stood and pulled Sam to her feet and moved her to the queen sized bed. She laid her across the bed and then instructed, "Roger, Sam needs to feel your big cock in her hot red snatch. Why don't you fill her real good? And then give her a nice fuck!" Roger smiled and climbed on the bed between Sam's legs. Carol meanwhile, straddled Sam's face and planted her wet beaver on Sam's mouth as she watched her husband smoothly enter Sam's wet and slippery love hole. Carol moved one hand to Sam's clit and, as Roger started a steady fucking rhythm, she tapped and rubbed Sam's sensitive button until she could hear a loud moaning from her own snatch area. Roger's excitement peaked with Sam's climax as her snatch grabbed onto his throbbing prick. Carol watched as he drove his seed deep inside her horny redheaded lover. She kissed him tenderly as his face contorted with excitement. As he withdrew his withering penis, Carol moved her mouth to Sam's hot quim and began licking and sucking their combined juices. He lay on the bed beside the two women and Carol slowly moved between his legs and cleaned his pole. Sam kissed Roger and whispered, "That felt wonderful. Thank you." Roger smiled and replied, "I think Carol is just getting started." Sam nodded agreement as Carol's talented mouth soon had Roger back at full mast. Carol then rolled Sam onto her hands and knees between Roger's legs. Sam started to suck Roger's cock while Carol moved behind her and licked her slit and ass from behind. Carol had Sam swaying her hips in excitement when she walked to her dresser and pulled out the Vaseline. Carol lubed several of her fingers and slowly inserted them in Sam's anus; the first finger was initially tight but Sam soon relaxed enough for Carol to plant the second finger alongside the first. Sam moaned loudly and pushed back to meet the thrusting digits. When Carol was satisfied she had enough lube applied and Sam had had her initial stretching she directed, "Roger, she is ready." Sam hesitantly let Roger move out from under her. Roger rolled off the bed and moved behind Sam; Carol applied a liberal amount of grease to his pole with her free hand while keeping her two fingers in Sam's anal entrance. Sam had begun a clenching and unclenching motion because she knew what was about to slid into her. Roger moved directly behind Sam and asked softly, "Are you sure you're ready for this." Sam nodded slowly as Carol slowly removed her two fingers and guided the tip of Roger's shaft to Sam's waiting rosebud. Roger simply eased forward and Sam groaned as he penetrated her tight orifice for the first time. He waited for her to adjust to his size before he gently pushed farther; both Carol and Roger watched intently as his crown slid completely inside Sam's tight ass. Carol was excited to see Roger's progression, moved onto the bed, and rolled under Sam as she moaned with combined novelty and excitement. It was clear that Sam's mind was flickering between the slight twinges of stretching and the rolling sensations of being filled in a new way. Carol positioned herself directly below Sam's still oozing slit and, as Sam moaned, she flicked her tongue across Sam's clit causing Sam to shiver with excitement. Roger continued his slow penetration, pausing when he felt Sam needed time to adjust; he knew his job was to get himself as deep as possible without causing arousal-quenching pain. Carol was working Sam's clit over with her tongue when she felt Roger's balls brush against her forehead. Roger was fully seated and soon started to pull out gently as Sam sighed contentment. Sam dropped her face in Carol's wet slit and attacked Carol's clit without mercy. She was going to try to make Carol feel as excited as she felt but, as Roger started to plunge back into her, she couldn't maintain her focus on Carol and was soon just moaning incoherently into Carol box. Roger increased the pace of his thrusting as Carol sucked and fingered Sam's snatch. Sam soon gave up all hope of satisfying Carol and just lay on top of her intoxicated by her smell and the intense pleasure both were providing. She felt her second, even more powerful orgasm peaking as she cried out in excitement. Roger's second orgasm sweep over him shortly after and he drove his hot juices deep inside Sam sensuous ass. After slowly recovering from his euphoria, he withdrew his withered prick and lay on the bed next to Sam. Her head was still resting on top of Carol's crotch and she simply turned her head to look at a very tired Roger. He smiled at the exhausted looking redhead with her messed up hair and sweat- covered face. He asked, "How's that for a welcome to QAI?" She couldn't answer as Carol was still fingering and teasing her hot slit. She had just rocked through a third orgasm and she completely collapsed on top of Carol. Carol waited a few moments before she rolled Sam onto the bed next to Roger. Carol then moved up so her head was beside Sam and smiled at her exhausted guest. Roger recovered before Sam and he moved between Carol legs and began licking and fingering her. He knew that Carol had not had an orgasm and even though she probably was happy just to facilitate the pleasure, Roger wanted to make sure she was satisfied as well. Sam slowly regained her senses and began kissing and sucking Carol's large round globes. Carol's excitement increased quickly as Roger and Sam doubled teamed her. She reached a strong orgasm covering Roger's face with her juices. After Roger licked and teased her through her orgasm, he moved onto the bed and was immediately attacked by Sam who licked all of Carol's juices off his face. The three adults cuddled together with Sam in the middle and dosed off to sleep. Carol woke a few hours later and got a long nightshirt from her drawer. She woke Sam and helped her slip on the shirt then moved her to the couch. Carol felt it was important to keep up appearances - especially for Beth's sake. She suspected that Julie knew all about her and Sam because of the way Julie had looked at her when she left the campfire with Sam. But Julie was an adult now and she was a responsible one at that. Carol crawled back into bed with Roger and nestled her ass around his soft prick. She knew that it would be her ass being filled the next night and she was excited about the thought of Sam licking her slit while she got fucked in the ass by Roger. She fell asleep dreaming of her continued three-way weekend with both Kate and Sam.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Five Dave and Jennifer Talk When Dave woke on Saturday morning he was very anxious; he had a growing fear about talking to Jennifer and what her reaction would be. He knew that as each day passed he was getting closer to a probably difficult discussion with her and, now that he knew she was coming to QAI with the twins on Monday, he felt even more nervous. He went to Hawks Hallow and spent the morning practicing, but he was distracted as he continued to think about Jennifer. After two hours he finally decided to call it a day. He returned to the trailer and called John. John invited him to go to the beach and Dave said he would pick John up in an hour. Dave talked to his parents about the planning for everyone visiting over the next week. Roger explained that he and Carol would entertain Alecs mother, Patsy and thus leave the young adults mostly on their own. Dave agreed but suggested they all spend Wednesday at Basin Head. His parents agreed it was a good idea; Heather and Ron, who had just joined them, also agreed to spend the day there. As Dave drove to town he planned the week in his head. He and Alec had arranged several golf games by e-mail and they were going to play early in the morning on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Dave had booked all the tee times and was looking forward to showing Alec, Hawks Hallow, Hornsby, and Buzzards Bluff. The day at the beach passed quickly; John and Dave also went to a party that evening. The one thing that Dave loved most about QAI was that after the initial meet and greet from winning the British Open, everyone treated him just as they had before he won the title. He was just Dave MacDonald from Edwardton. The media moved on to other local issues and he was basically left alone. The party was a good time and Dave and John both had more than enough to drink. Dave had several girls interested in him but he politely turned them down. Dave took a taxi to the house, arrived well after two oclock, and went straight to bed. He slept in on Sunday and was nursing a minor hangover but after he took a taxi to get his car from the party the night before, he drove to Hawks Hallow. He practiced for two hours before he returned to the trailer and ate a large lunch. After eating, he and his parents drove to the airport to meet Alec, Patsy, and Shauna arriving from North Carolina. Dave took his car so he could take Alec and Shauna directly to the house while Patsy would go to the campground and the trailer with his parents. When the plane finally arrived, Dave was excited to see his friends. He hugged all three of them and welcomed them to the Island. After their luggage was loaded into the two vehicles, they went their separate ways. Alec excitedly told Dave that he had played golf with Coach Dawes early in the week and shot seventy-eight. Coach Dawes reoffered him his partial scholarship for his senior year. Dave looked at Alecs smiling face and congratulated him. Shauna smiled proudly as Dave looked at her in the rearview mirror. Dave showed Alec and Shauna around town briefly as he took them to the house. Alec asked how the Jennifer situation was and Dave told him that she had not come to QAI to visit the way he had hoped, but she was coming over tomorrow with the twins. Dave knew Alec had told Shauna about their e-mail messages regarding Jennifer and he didnt feel the least bit uncomfortable talking in front of her. He trusted her as much as he trusted Alec. Dave changed the subject and told Alec and Shauna the plan for the week. He told Shauna that the next day while he and Alec were golfing at Hawks Hallow, she could spend the morning with Patsy and his parents. In the afternoon, they were all going to North Beach. On Tuesday while Dave and Alec played at Hornsby, Julie was going to take Shauna shopping. In the afternoon they were going to go to Brackley Beach. On Wednesday everyone was going to Basin Head. Thursday morning, while Dave and Alec were golfing at Buzzards Bluff, Shauna could either spend the day with Beth or the twins. Shauna thanked Dave for including her in his plans. Alec and Shauna unpacked their clothes in the guest room before they all got in the car and drove to North Beach. After checking in at the trailer, they drove to the beach. It was a sunny warm Sunday afternoon and the beach was packed. Alec and Shauna were surprised how cold the water was but they got used to it quickly. Dave introduced them to some friends and they all enjoyed a couple of hours there before returning to the trailer. They had a family barbecue and simply had a relaxing evening. Patsy remarked how much she loved the Island even though she had just arrived. After supper Dave, Alec, and Shauna drove back to town. They spent the evening talking and Dave asked Shauna how her parents were doing. She explained that they had finally accepted her relationship with Alec. Dave knew that the New Years incident had been hard on her and, even though her parents had eventually accepted her spending time with Alec, they hadnt really accepted him. Alec described his own last meeting with her parents and Dave could see that her parents were finally giving Alec a chance to be part of their lives. Dave knew how important Shaunas family was to her and he told her he was very happy for both of them. He could see their love continue to blossom and he felt jealous he wanted the same with Jennifer. Both Shauna and Alec noticed his sudden silence and they assured him that everything would work out fine with Jennifer. Dave nodded hopefully but he wasnt so sure. Julie and Beth both arrived home and Dave introduced them to Alec and Shauna. They all talked for another half hour before Alec and Shauna went to bed. Dave talked with his two sisters briefly before he headed to his room as well. As he lay in bed he thought about Jennifer arriving the next day and he wondered how he would get her alone. He worked dozens of scenarios through his head and he imagined Jennifer rejecting him flat in one extreme scenario while confessing her love for him and agreeing to end her relationship with Mark in another scenario. Dave tossed and turned for hours before he finally fell fitfully asleep. He was awake early the next morning and he cooked breakfast before he woke Alec and Shauna. They ate a good meal before leaving for North Beach. They dropped Shauna off at the trailer then walked to Hawks Hallow. Alec liked the golf course and they had an enjoyable morning. Dave was still distracted by Jennifers pending arrival and his golf score showed his lack of focus. He shot two over par seventy-four. Alec played quite well and finished with an eighty- one. Dave complimented him on his improvement and Alec explained that his time caddying in Scotland had helped him focus more on his own game. He admitted that he probably would never shoot in the sixties again but he was confident he could shoot even-par eventually and hoped he could contribute to the WF team in some if not all tournaments. Dave agreed that he could definitely contribute. Dave and Alec returned to the trailer by eleven oclock; Shauna, Patsy, Carol, Roger, Ron, and Heather had a large picnic basket prepared they all drove to the beach. Dave noticed that Jennifer had not yet arrived with the twins but he didnt say anything. It was a beautiful afternoon at the beach and Dave, Alec, and Shauna were cooling off in the water when three gorgeous girls strutted across the beach towards them. Dave spotted them first and he walked steadily out of the water to meet them. When he was out of the water, Jana ran to him and kissed him passionately. She whispered, I really missed you, Dave. You look fantastic. He looked at her from head to toe and replied, You look gorgeous as well. Did you have a good weekend in Charlestown? It was nice but I wanted to get over here to see you. I love your island. Dave thanked her and Kyra eased up beside him and he turned to her as she moved into his arms. She kissed him very passionately and he actually felt himself get hard. She smiled before she said, I really missed having your big strong arms holding me. Her stared into her eyes before he replied, I really missed holding you. He hugged her close then whispered into her ear, I really missed talking to you as well. She wanted to say something about Jennifer but Jennifer was right behind her so she simply replied, Me too. Dave then looked at Jennifer and she moved close to him. He hugged her tightly before he said, Its been a long winter without holding you. I really, really missed you. She smiled. I missed you too. Dave looked down at her curvaceous body clad in a revealing red bikini and he gushed, You look almost edible. I almost forgot how spectacular you look. He was lying because he remembered every single inch of her body, in detail. Alec and Shauna hugged Jana and Kyra before Dave said, Jennifer, you remember Alec from last fall. This is his girlfriend Shauna. Alec and Shauna both shook hands with Jennifer. Jennifer then said, Lets go in the water and cool off. Dave, Alec, and Shauna walked back into the water casually but both Kyra and Jana complained how cold it was and took several minutes to work their way in. Jennifer simply ran into the water and dove under. She knew that the best way to adjust to the colder water was to simply plunge right in. Once Jana and Kyra adjusted to the cooler temperature they all chatted and enjoyed the refreshing water. Dave suddenly spotted Jennifers diamond ring and he began feeling uncomfortable around her. Kyra noticed the change immediately and worked him to the side slightly away from the others. She whispered, Are you okay? He simply shrugged. I guess Im getting mad at myself for waiting too long. I saw her engagement ring flashing in the light and I keep thinking it should be my engagement ring on her hand. Kyra was a little surprised as she replied, Would you actually ask her to marry you? Dave stared intently into her eyes as he replied, In a heartbeat! Kyra was about to reply when Jana splashed them and soon they were all having a water fight. Dave intentionally stayed clear of Jennifer and even she noticed something was wrong. She looked at Dave questioningly but he wouldnt hold her look for more than a second. She was the first to stop the water fight and said, Im going in to lie down. Dave watched her turn and walk to shore. Jana quickly followed before Alec and Shauna explained they were going in as well. Dave nodded as they left but he had not taken his eyes off Jennifer. His heart was racing and he was actually feeling nauseous. He couldnt believe he had let Jennifer slip out of his life. Kyra moved in front of him she was shocked to see tears running down his cheeks. She hugged him as she said, Dont give up on her. I know she loves you dearly. You have to talk to her. He turned his back to Jennifer as he saw her turn and look at him from the shore. He spun Kyra around at the same time as he replied, I fucked up. I should have listened to you and called her in June. Im such an idiot. Shes gone; I can see it in her eyes. Kyra admonished, Youre imagining that. She doesnt even know whats going on with you. When we got to Charlestown, Jana asked if she came to visit you like she had planned and she said she hadnt because of the sudden engagement. She had originally planned to visit the first weekend you were home but Mark made plans for them and she couldnt make it to QAI. Then she decided that you must have just told Danielle a lie to get rid of her and she decided not to ask you at all. Dave cut her off, I guess she doesnt care. Kyra shook her head. I know thats not true. Jana asked her about you last night and she said you would always be her first true love and best friend. Dave looked directly into Kyras eyes, Her first love but not her current love. She has moved on I guess I have to do the same. Kyra grabbed him by both shoulders and growled, Dont be such a moron. You cant move on until you resolve this first. You have to talk to her, tell her how you feel. If it is over, then move on, but if there is any hope you have to give her a chance. She doesnt know how you feel. Dave shrugged, Ill think about it. Kyra was really angry with him, Damn it, Dave; stop being so stubborn. Ive never met a person who usually can concentrate so well on getting what he wants. You wanted a college golf career and you worked hard to be the best. You wanted a good education and you are taking very difficult courses but still maintaining a 4.0 GPA. You wanted to help Darcy and the girls from the golf team and you made them better players than even they expected. You can do almost anything you want put some of that energy into getting Jennifer back in your life. I know you can do it. Dave simply shrugged. Kyra squeezed his shoulders and shook him. Who the hell are you and what have done with the Dave MacDonald I met last winter? Dave looked into her eyes and replied, I guess Im just a phony. Kyra argued, Youre not and stop this self-pity bullshit. If you want to have Jennifer in your life then you have to damn well try. I cant and wont do it for you. If you want to continue this Oh, poor me shit then you can do it alone. Im going into shore to get some sun. Dave looked at her expressionlessly before she sighed then walked in shore. Dave turned and watched her walk away. He knew he was indeed acting very childish. He just couldnt convince himself to talk to Jennifer. He decided to swim for a while and he swam out past all the people enjoying the water and started swimming parallel to the shore. Swimming the gulf was much different than swimming in a pool as the waves made it more difficult to keep a steady rhythm but Dave kept his head down and swam. He swam for about twenty minutes before he stopped and looked to see how far he had gone. He was still only fifty yards off shore but he was now well down from the main beach. His arms and legs were both pumping from the adrenaline rush of fighting against the waves and the tide. He decided to simply walk back so he waded into shore then walked along the beach. He thought about what Kyra said and he mentally slapped himself for being so childish. He would talk to Jennifer when the time was right but for now he concluded he had friends who were visiting and he had to hide his sad and angry feelings until he could deal with them properly. Dave had found yet another rationalization for putting off the moment when, he feared, Jennifer would reject him. As he reached the more crowded area of the beach a girl he remembered from high school stood up and said hello to him. He stopped and talked to her for a few minutes before wishing her well and continuing along the beach. The short conversation with her seemed to help break him out of his funk. He waved and said hello to a number other friends before he finally reached his familys spot on the beach. He smiled at everyone and sat down on his towel. Jana asked, I know you just swam, Dave, but do you feel like going for a walk up the beach? Dave smiled. Definitely! Then he stood and reached out with his hand to help her up. She eagerly took his hand then asked Jennifer and Kyra to join them. Kyra got up immediately but Jennifer hesitated. Jana convinced her to go with them so Jennifer got to her feet. They walked down the beach and talked about their plans for the week and about the summer vacation to date. Dave walked between Kyra and Jana and Jennifer walked beside Jana. Dave thought he was acting appropriately cheery but Jennifer could still sense that something was wrong. Jana didnt seem to notice that all of Daves answers to Jennifers questions were very short and concise. As they reached the point along the beach where Dave and Jennifer used walk off the beach toward the North Beach Golf Course and find their special private place, Dave glanced at the path and Jennifer noticed his look immediately. She reached across Jana and took his hand. Want to go visit our special place? He looked into her eyes and was able to look steadily at her for the first time since he had noticed the ring. He almost stuttered but did manage a simple gasp. Id like that. Jana cut in, not quite understanding what was going on. Id love to see your special place. Jennifer looked at Jana and was about to say something when Kyra took Janas hand, Id like to see whats around that corner of the beach instead. You and I will go this way while they go for a walk. Jana looked perturbed at Kyra but before she could say a word, Kyra pulled her hand forcefully and glared at her. Jana knew that look all too well and she followed her twin sister immediately. She said to Dave and Jennifer, Well meet you back where your parents are sitting. Jennifer replied, Thanks, well see you soon. Jennifer took Daves hand in her right hand and guided him up the path. Dave felt warm all over just holding her hand. Once they were over the sand dune she asked, Whats wrong, Dave? You seem very distracted and maybe even upset. Have I done something to make you angry with me? Dave simply replied, Ive just been a little tired from the hectic schedule Ive had for the last six months. I guess Im just a little worn out. Jennifer knew better than to believe him and she asked, Is there a problem with Sarah? No. Are you seeing Hilary or something? Is there a problem with her? Dave actually chuckled, No, definitely not a problem with Hilary and, no, Im not seeing her although she did call last week. And, before you even ask, the magazine story was made up entirely; we barely know each other. They had made their way up the clay road and were well away from the beach when Jennifer turned to face him and took his other hand in hers. She stared into his eyes before she softly said, Are you having a problem with Danielle? Dave shook his head. Did you know she called me? Dave wasnt sure whether he should tell her Kyra told him but he decided to be honest so he nodded. Jennifer looked surprised then asked, Did Danielle tell you she called me? And what she said? Dave again shook his head. Jennifer began to get frustrated. Dave, talk to me. If she didnt tell you then how do you know? Dave replied with one simple word, Kyra. Jennifer looked at him questioningly, Kyra, told you? Did she tell you everything Danielle said? Did she ask you if what Danielle said was true? Dave replied, Yes, she told me everything but she didnt ask me if it was true because we had already talked about it. Jennifer looked confused. Does that mean its true? You really love me like that? Daves eyes began to mist and his whole story rolled out of his mouth in one gush of words. I have thought about you non-stop since last October. I looked forward to your e-mails desperately and, when you called me in Las Vegas, I was never so happy to hear anyones voice. When I won the NCAA title I called you but what I really wanted was to have you with me. Kyra noticed my change in mood after I spoke to you that evening and I confessed to her that I loved you and wanted you back in my life, full-time and permanently. I actually told Kyra that I wished Id never been so successful with my golf because otherwise I might still be with you here on QAI. Kyra had wanted me to tell you right away but I somehow couldnt. I let it slip to Danielle when we were talking one night. She had asked me if I would give up my golf for the twins and I said I would only give up that part of my life for you. I guess that was when Danielle decided to call you. I thought I might tell you exactly how I felt when I got home but I had stupidly convinced myself not to tell you at all until Sarah and I had a talk about the future. Our last night together in Scotland, we had a very serious discussion about our expectations and, when I told her about my feelings for you, she said she always expected me to marry you. Her quiet certainty made me think deeply. That was when I finally decided that I truly wanted you and I would do whatever it took to get you. It was the night before the final round of the British Open and I played that round just for you you were my inspiration. I won the tournament to show you how much I love you. After the victory, I couldnt get home to see you quick enough. I thought about you all the way from Boston and, when I arrived on QAI, I asked your mother if you would be home the following evening so I could go talk to you. Thats when she told me about your engagement. I was devastated by the news. Dave looked down at her ring and his voice level dropped, I wanted this to be my ring on your finger. Tears were now running freely down his cheeks as he looked at Jennifers shocked expression. He whispered so softly she could barely hear him. I love you more than anything in the world. I need you you are my soul-mate. Please leave Mark and be with me. Ill leave Wake Forest and enroll at your university. Ill quit golf if you want. Ill do anything. Please tell me you want to be with me, too. Jennifer stared at Dave in total shock. She never knew he had such deep feelings for her. She had listened intently as he spoke and did not notice how her own eyes had opened wide and that she began to breathe through her open mouth. When he said he would quit golf for her she started to cry as well. She wanted to tell him she loved him too. She really did love him but she had also fallen in love with Mark. She didnt know what to say and she was suddenly afraid he would see the indecision on her face. When he finished speaking she pulled him close and hugged him. She tried to think what to say but before she knew it, her mouth opened as if of its own free will and she heard herself say, I love you too, Dave. She held him close as she felt him squeeze her even harder when she said she loved him. Her mind was racing with thoughts about Mark. She didnt know what to do. Two years ago the decision would have been simple. Even the previous fall when she had flown to Wake Forest she would have left Mark instantly for Dave. But now? She and Mark had become incredibly close over the last six months and she didnt know what to tell Dave. She simply held him close as she debated what to say. What to do? Dave was so happy just to have her in his arms and to hear say that she loved him that he felt wonderful. She hadnt immediately rejected him the way one of his nightmare scenarios had envisioned. Dave could feel her heaving breasts against his abdomen; she was where she belonged in his arms. He listened to her breathe as he held her close. She felt so good in his arms. She was going to leave Mark and be with him. His heart was racing and he thought about the rest of his life with her. They would do a one-year long-distance relationship. He would turn pro the following summer and they would get married. He would make lots of money at golf and he could finish his third year at Wake Forest but still fly home every second weekend to see his wife. When he finished school they would travel the world while he golfed. After Jennifer finished her education they would have children three children. He could see it all clearly. He finally pushed Jennifer back and stared into her eyes. It only took one look to realize that his dream might not become reality. He gasped the question, greatly fearing the answer, Will you leave Mark and be with me? Tears began to run steadily down Jennifers face. I dont know, Dave. I do love you but I love Mark, too. Two years ago I would definitely have said yes but right now? Im not sure. I need some time to think. Can you give me some time? Daves heart tore open. He wanted to yell at her and tell her to decide immediately but he could see the pain in her face. She really was upset and he couldnt hurt her. She was holding his two hands and he looked down at her left hand holding his hand. He looked at Marks ring and it suddenly felt as if it were burning him. He released her hand and she watched as he stared down at the ring. She thought he was getting angry at her but he didnt let go of her right hand, just the left. His eyes slowly moved up until he was staring into her watery eyes. He whispered, I will wait for you, forever if I have to. She started to cry again when they suddenly heard someone walk through the woods from the golf course. Jennifer softly said, Lets walk back to the beach. Dave shook his head. No, I cant not yet. Im going to go sit on the sixteenth tee and think for a while. Ill come back soon. He released her hand and walked into the woods without even looking back at her. As he came through the woods, he could see the short par-three sixteenth hole. Four men were just teeing off so he stood quietly until they all hit. He then sat down at the back of the tee and looked over the water between the tee and the green. One of the men had hit his ball in the water while the other three hit over safely. The three men were teasing the other and he was growling about his bad shot. Dave thought how golfers with all different abilities loved the game of golf and all for different reasons. He quickly returned to thinking about Jennifer and he wondered if the month he waited would have mattered. He watched two more groups go by before he heard rustling in woods behind him. He looked over his shoulder as Kyra strolled over to him. She sat down and hugged him. He looked to see if there was anyone on the tee and when he didnt see anyone he began to cry. Well, at least now I know. She didnt say no but it doesnt look good. Kyra whispered, She was really shocked by your unexpected confession of love and she is very upset. Jana is talking to her now. We kind of waited for the two of you to come back. Im really sorry I let you get in this mess when I could see how secrets could screw things up all around. Jana is royally pissed at me for not telling her about your true feelings for Jennifer sooner. Dave looked into Kyras eyes. Im sorry. I didnt mean for you to get caught in the middle. Kyra kissed his cheek. Dont be a jerk; Jana and I will be fine. Weve had sisterly spats before and we will again, but deep down we really love each other so it will pass. Dave asked, Do you think she will leave Mark? Kyra hugged him tighter. Id like to think she will but I truly dont know. Mark has a very strong personality and she really does love him. He treats her well. I just dont know. Now that youve sprung your surprise, youll just have to wait. They talked for another ten minutes as they watched another group hit onto the green. Then Dave said they better get back to Alec and Shauna so they stood up and walked back to the beach. Dave was happy to have Kyra under his arm as he walked but he had actually hoped that Jennifer would have been the one under his arm. When he reached the spot where his family was sitting, he asked Kyra, Alec, and Shauna if they wanted to go snorkeling. He had borrowed several masks and snorkels so they could all go together. Alec nodded and as the four walked towards the water, Alec asked, Did you have your talk with Jennifer? Dave nodded dejectedly, She loves me, but not only me. She says she needs some time to decide. Alec nodded but didnt reply. Shauna looked sad for her friend but she didnt say anything either. They snorkeled for almost an hour. Kyra, Shauna, and Alec loved to see the lobsters and crabs scurrying along the rocks and Dave enjoyed the distraction. When they returned to the beach, Jennifers mother Heather told them that Jana and Jennifer had gone up to the trailer. Then she asked, Is something wrong? Dave looked at her and her husband Ron, then at his own parents and Patsy. It was past the time for more evasion. He simply said, I asked Jennifer to leave Mark and be with me. I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her. She couldnt give me an answer. She needs some time to think about it. The five adults simply nodded; it was a very somber moment. Dave suspected his mother had told Heather everything already and, by the knowing look on her and Rons faces, Dave knew he was right. They remained at the beach for another hour before it was time to leave. The drive back to the campground was very quiet. When they arrived, the two fathers started the barbecue. Dave and Alec helped cook the meal while the women prepared the salads and all the fixings. Dave didnt see Jana and Jennifer but Heather mentioned they were closeted in their trailer. Kyra went in to talk with them. When the meal was ready, Jennifer, Jana, and Kyra joined everyone else at the picnic table and they ate a very quiet meal. Dave didnt dare even look at Jennifer for fear of seeing rejection written on her face. After the meal was finished and all the dishes were cleaned up Dave asked Alec and Shauna if they were ready to go to town. Jennifer said to Dave, Is it okay if Jana and I stay here at my trailer? Dave simply nodded before Kyra added, Im going to your house with you if thats okay? Dave nodded to her so she went in Jennifers trailer and returned with her bag. The four friends got in Daves car and drove to town. The drive was again deadly quiet; half way to town Dave apologized, Im sorry if I ruined your vacations. I still dont know how I could have been so childish and unaware to let things get to this point. All three growled at him and told him not to be silly. Alec asked about Hornsby Golf Course and that seemed to break the tension as Dave described it in detail. By the time they arrived in town, the mood had changed considerably and they were all talking freely. Dave gave Kyra a tour of the house and when he showed her his room she tossed her bag on his desk and said, Your bed looks comfortable to me. He replied, I dont know if Ill be very good company. She hugged him. As long as you hold me all night, Ill be very happy. They sat in the television room and talked for a couple hours; when Julie arrived home, Dave introduced her to Kyra. Julie shook her hand. Alec and Shauna went up to bed shortly after. When they were gone Dave told Julie about his talk with Jennifer. Julie was disappointed that Jennifer didnt immediately agree to leave Mark but she was optimistic that she would eventually. Dave told Julie that she and Beth could use their own beds because Jana and Jennifer were staying at North Beach. Dave and Kyra went to his bed and Dave held her close, wishing it were Jennifer. He took a long time to fall asleep but eventually he dozed off. He woke early the next morning and cooked breakfast for Alec before they went to Hornsby. Dave played really poorly as his lack of concentration was an even bigger problem. Alec liked Hornsby and shot seventy-nine. Dave was happy for his friend and didnt really care about his own game. In the afternoon, Dave, Alec, Shauna, and Kyra went to Brackley Beach. It was packed as usual and they had a great afternoon. Dave introduced them to John and all the rest of his friends. At one point John pulled him aside and as he motioned towards Kyra he said, Jesus, Dave, you were with two girls that gorgeous all winter? You lucky fucker. Dave laughed. Dont I know it? But in his heart he knew he would give up a million gorgeous girls if he could only have Jennifer. When they returned to town, Kyra called the trailer and spoke with Jana for a while. She didnt tell Dave much and he didnt expect her to. They went to a movie that evening before returning to the house and going to bed early. Dave again slept with Kyra in his arms but he couldnt make love to her and she didnt ask. The next morning, Dave and Alec went to the golf course to practice for two hours before returning to the house for the trip to Basin Head. Daves parents were there with Patsy and they told Dave that Ron, Heather, Jennifer, and Jana were going to meet them at Basin Head. They loaded into the van and got on the road just after ten oclock. They arrived at Basin Head before Jennifers family and were unpacking the van when Ron pulled in. Ron, Heather, Jana, and Jennifer were unpacking their car when Dave walked over to Jennifer and asked to speak to her. She followed him away from everyone and when they were well out of earshot, he turned and looked into her eyes. He calmly explained, As I said, I will wait for as long as I have to for an answer but I realize that we both have friends here on vacation and its not fair for my stupidity to ruin their fun. Please lets just behave as if we are normal friends for their sake. Jennifer almost started to cry, We are friends. I dont want that ever to change. Im sorry I cant answer right away but it is just a very difficult decision. Dave shook his head, I said I dont expect a fast decision. Lets just carry on as normal as we can, okay? She nodded. Ill try. He hugged her then kissed her cheek before he led her back to the car. They each took an armload of supplies and walked to the beach. After the initial uncomfortable phase had passed, everyone had a great time. They all took turns jumping off the bridge into the water and it was a wonderful day all round. Dave spent some time simply lying in the water between the two sandbars with the twins. The water was only about two feet deep and they talked about returning to Wake Forest. Jennifer eventually joined them and she and Dave talked to each other about school and Jennifers work. Jennifer described her engineering courses and Dave could tell she loved them. Alec and Shauna went for a long walk on the beach and found a spot to be alone for a while. When they returned an hour later, everyone ate a snack. The afternoon passed quickly and it was soon time to go back to town. Dave had bought tickets for the theatre that evening and he was pleased when Jennifer and Jana agreed to go as well. The evening passed quickly as they all had a great time. When they walked out of the theatre, Dave noticed Jana talking intensely to Jennifer. Jennifer kept shaking her head. Kyra noticed Dave watching and went over to see what was going on. Dave saw Kyra growl at Jana who became very quiet. Jennifer then turned to Dave and said she and Jana were going to North Beach. After they pulled away, Dave asked what that had all been about and Kyra simply said she would tell him later. Alec and Shauna went straight to bed when they arrived at the house as did Dave and Kyra. As they lay in bed Dave again asked what was going on and Kyra finally explained, Jana has been looking forward to this trip for months. She was excited to see Jennifer but she also wanted to spend some time with her intimately. We did that last weekend. But there was one other fantasy that Jana has had and that was to sleep with both you and Jennifer at the same time. She talked to Jennifer about it and Jennifer got approval from Mark to sleep with you. But She stopped as she felt Dave stiffen and suck air. Dave bolted out of the bed his rage overtook him and he couldnt lay still. What! What the fuck do you mean? Mark agreed to let Jennifer fuck me even though theyre engaged? Kyra was surprised how upset Dave had gotten and she got out of bed and put her arm around him. Yes, Mark actually encouraged her to do it. Jana was trying to convince Jennifer to do it tonight but Jennifer didnt want to with everything that is going on. I told Jana to stop being so selfish and think about how the two of you felt. She sometimes gets these ideas in her head and all she can think about is the sex. Dave was immediately and intensely worried about Jennifer; he still couldnt believe Mark would allow his fiance to have sex with another man. He looked at Kyra, If Jennifer agrees to leave Mark and be with me, I definitely will not allow her to have sex with anyone besides me and I wont have sex with anyone except her. Kyra looked at him in surprise, You wouldnt have sex with Jana and me this winter if Jennifer agrees to be with you? Dave shook his head emphatically as he replied, Absolutely not. I truly believe that a committed relationship is between two people and those two people alone. Kyra hugged him as she replied, Jana and I grew up differently than you and we dont have a problem with different sexual partners as long as both people are in agreement. Dave nodded. I know youve told me that before but you also know I have a hard time with it and that is why I asked you not to tell me about any of your other activities. This is unbelievable. Dave had calmed down slightly but he was still greatly upset about Marks approach. He climbed back in bed and Kyra cuddled in beside him. He tossed and turned as he thought about what Jennifer had considered doing and he continued to get angrier. He finally made a decision about Jennifer. He was still mad but he rolled over and went to sleep. Kyra had pretended to be asleep but she knew he was angry and she sensed a sudden and drastic change in his mood. It worried her but she didnt say anything she simply went to sleep. The next morning Dave was awake early and he again cooked breakfast for Alec. They left early for Buzzards Bluff. Alec loved the challenge of Buzzards Bluff and he played really well. He shot eighty and even beat Dave. Buzzards Bluff is the hardest golf course on QAI and if you arent focused then you will get in trouble early and often. Dave simply had an awful day all he could think about was Jennifer and his difficult decision. After the round, Dave dropped Alec off at the house and promised to pick him up later. Alec knew Dave was upset about something but when Dave wouldnt tell him he agreed to see him later. After Alec got out of the car, Dave called Jennifer and asked if he could meet with her. She agreed so he drove to North Beach. As he drove, he replayed his speech to her over and over. When he arrived at the campground he found Jennifer in her trailer and asked her to go for a walk with him. They walked up the clay lane towards the entrance and as they walked Dave started, Kyra told me last night what the argument between you and Jana was about. Jennifer tried to explain but Dave cut her off. Please let me finish. As I told you I love you more than anything but I could never allow you to sleep with another man. If we were in a committed relationship, I would never sleep with another woman and I would expect you not to sleep with another man. Why would Mark allow you to do that? Jennifer tried to explain, Mark believes in open relationships and he Dave cut her off and said, Well, I dont agree with him and if you do then we are obviously much different than I thought. If that is the kind of man you want, then Mark is the man for you and you are welcome to him. Jennifer could hear an eerie finality in Daves words and she asked, What about when we were with Ann and Katherine? Dave was caught off guard by that question but hardly even needed a very brief pause to think; he replied, That was different. We all agreed to those relationships and we were still exclusive to each other. Jennifer started to cry, What if I want you and not Mark? Dave looked into her eyes, Then tell me so right now. She sobbed, You said you would wait, I havent decided yet. Daves anger would not allow him to waiver. I need to know now or its over. She cried, I cant decide now. Dave sighed, I guess its over then. I love you, Jennifer, and part of me always will but you have actually made your decision. Dave started to walk back towards the campsite. Jennifer ran to catch him and she pleaded, Well still be friends wont we? Dave turned and faced her. Right now I hurt so bad that I dont even want to look at you. I dont know. Maybe over time but right now I need to get away from you and I never imagined I would ever say that. He turned and continued walking. She chased him and pleaded with him but his anger had long ago taken control. When he got to his car, he turned and looked at her. Goodbye, Jennifer. He got in his car and drove back to town. He thought about their discussion over and over and he eventually began to cry. He asked himself if he over- reacted and in the end he thought he probably had but he couldnt ever imagine letting his fiance have sex with another guy. He started to get angry all over again and by the time he reached the house he was in very foul humor. When he got out of the car Kyra walked out of the house and met him half-way to the door. She asked, Why did you end it with Jennifer? Dave looked at her before he replied, I dont know who Jennifer is anymore. The Jennifer I knew would be loving and faithful. Thats the only kind of woman I want to marry. Dave continued walking past her and into the house. Kyra followed him into the house and explained, Jennifer is leaving for Charlestown right away. Jana and I dont really know what to do. Do you want me to leave? Dave looked at her sad face and he slowly realized how he was acting in a rush again. He walked to her and held her in his arms. Im sorry I lashed out at you but Im very mad at Mark, and because of him at Jennifer and I guess at myself. Id like you to stay but that has to be your decision. Alec, Shauna, and I are leaving for Cape Breton tomorrow and we have two rooms booked so youre welcome to come with us. Talk to Jana and decide what you want to do. I will drive you to North Beach if you decide to leave. Kyra hugged him. Ill call Jana. Kyra went to the phone and dialed while Dave went into the television room. Alec and Shauna were sitting in there and as soon as Dave entered Alec asked, Whats going on? Dave looked very serious then explained, Kyra told me last night that Jana had plans for her and Jennifer to sleep with me in a three-some while they visited QAI. Turns out Mark approves of Jennifer sleeping around like that; I guess that kind of permission extends to himself as well. When I found out I got really pissed off, I told Jennifer that she had to decide between me and Mark right away. If she wanted to be with a guy who approved of infidelity then I wanted nothing to do with her. She couldnt give me an answer so I ended it. Its over! Now shes going back to Charlestown and Kyra and Jana dont know what to do. Things are spinning out of control. No, thats not right things have spun totally out of control. Alec was shaking his head, Dave, youre a good friend but that was pretty harsh. You dont have a right to judge Jennifer based on something Mark decided. Do you? Dave looked at Alec questioningly, Damn right I do. Alec sat up straight and looked hard at Dave. Dave, stop this, youre acting like an asshole Dave jumped to his feet angrily and yelled, Youre calling me an asshole? Alec got to his feet but calmly replied, You didnt let me finish. I was going to say you are the farthest thing from that kind of person. Calm down and think about what you are doing. Kyra walked into the room just as Alec made the asshole statement. Dave looked at her and she clearly felt fearful. He had never seen that look on her face before and it hit him like a bucket of cold water. His demeanor change completely. He stared at the floor for a moment then he turned to Alec and softly said, Youre right, Im acting like an asshole. Im sorry for yelling at you. He moved to Kyra and hugged her softly. Im sorry. Im just confused and hurt and angry. He kissed her on the forehead then ran up the stairs to his room. He was only lying on his bed for a moment when Kyra walked into the room and cuddled in with him. She said, Im sorry about Jennifer. Dave looked at her, I couldnt believe she didnt want to be with me; and then, when she expected me to just sleep with her, I snapped. I dont want to be just a one night stand sex-toy for her, I want all of her, forever. Dave started to cry again and Kyra simply held him. She eventually detailed the changed plans, Jennifer is staying one more night at the trailer then shes going home tomorrow. Jana and I are going to Cape Breton with you but we will have to arrange a way to get to Charlestown on Sunday because our flight leaves on Monday. Dave already knew he had an early tee time on Sunday so he replied, I tee off at seven in the morning on Sunday so if Jennifer will meet me half-way, I could drive you Sunday afternoon. Kyra kissed him. I would like that. They cuddled in the bed for an hour before Dave finally felt good enough to get up. He apologized again to both Alec and Shauna. Alec told him he should totally apologize to Jennifer. Dave looked at him strangely, then thought for a moment, and promised he would. They went out to eat supper then spent a quiet evening walking the boardwalk along the waterfront. Dave held Kyra close he was happy to have her with him. When they arrived home Kyra made arrangements for Dave to pick Jana up at five oclock in the morning. They had to get an early start on the six hour trip to Cape Breton Dave had his practice round in the afternoon. Dave and Kyra went to bed and this time as they lay naked in bed together an unsettled Dave began massaging her round breasts with his hands. She purred as he kissed her passionately. He slid under the covers and sucked her hard nipples into his mouth before he continued down to her wet pussy. He licked and sucked for several minutes before adding a finger and gently tapping her g-spot. Her excitement continued to grow as he increased the intensity of his sucking. She reached a loud climax and he continued to lick and tease her until she calmed down. As he kissed his way up her body he said, I really missed you. She replied, I missed you, too. She rubbed his rock hard prick and started to go down on him but he asked, Id really like it if you would get on top of me instead of sucking me. She smiled and moved over his hardness. She eased down on his hard prong and he felt her simmering hot love canal swallow him up. She moved gently forward and backward as she rubbed her clit against his pelvic bone. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her gripping snatch began milking his manhood. Kyra increased the pace of her motions as her second climax quickly began to peak. Dave was holding his climax off as Kyra rocked harder and harder as she moaned in delight. She finally let out one last loud moan as she climaxed and Dave released his seed deep inside her. He held her hips as he pumped into her excitedly. Kyra collapsed on top of him and they fell asleep contentedly. Dave heard the alarm ring and he forced himself out of bed. He got dressed quickly and went down stairs to cook breakfast. When breakfast was almost ready, he woke Alec and Shauna then kissed Kyra awake. She smiled and promised to join him in the kitchen shortly. After a quick meal they were on the road to North Beach. When Dave pulled into the campsite, Jana was waiting with her bag. They moved all the bags to the family van, which Dave had prearranged with his father. While Alec packed the van, Dave said he would be back shortly. He walked into Jennifers trailer and went right into her room. She looked up at him groggily and growled, I dont want to speak to you, Dave. Dave moved to the bed and sat beside her. You dont have to speak but please listen. Im sorry I was an asshole yesterday. I was very upset that you rejected me and when I found out about the other thing I lost it. Jennifer rolled over and looked him directly in the eyes. I didnt reject you. He cut her off. By not immediately agreeing to be with me, it felt like a rejection. I obviously feel much more for you than you do for me. She shook her head. Thats not true. Dave continued, It doesnt matter now. I hope we can still be friends someday but right now, I hurt too much to consider that. I dont agree with what you and Mark do but that is none of my business. Im sorry for judging you like that. A tear trickled down his cheek as he said, Have a good life with Mark. Goodbye, Jennifer. Jennifer called after him, Dave, please wait. Dave continued out the door, quickly jumped into the van, and pulled away. In the rush of his emotions, he didnt see Jennifer in the review mirror as she stood in only her robe waving at him to stop he couldnt stand to even look at her trailer knowing she was gone from his life forever. The drive to the ferry was very quiet luckily the ninety minutes passed quickly. When they loaded onto the boat for the seventy-five minute crossing, they all got out of the van and walked around the ferry. Kyra asked Dave what he had said to Jennifer; with Jana standing at her side, Dave repeated exactly what he said. When he finished Jana said, She didnt reject you, Dave. She just couldnt decide. You hit her with two new and intense things one after the other; sometimes you need time to absorb and understand. Dave looked directly at Jana. I love her more than life itself. I hurt so bad Id like to jump off this damn boat and say goodbye to the world but Im not going to do that. I thought she felt the same way about me but the fact that it took more than one second for her to agree to be with me means that someone has also become very important to her. That feels like rejection because no matter how much I loved Rebecca, or Sarah or any other girl, if Jennifer asked me to be with her, I would have instantly. Jana looked at Dave, shocked by how deeply he felt for her. I dont think Jennifer fundamentally realized how serious you were. Dave shook his head. , She had to know because I told her so. I told her I would quit Wake Forest and enroll in her university. I would quit golf. I would do anything she wanted. Both Jana and Kyra stared at him with open mouths. They were both stunned. He felt tears forming in his eyes but he didnt want to cry anymore it was over. He excused himself and walked around the deck of the ferry. He thought about Jennifer as he walked but he convinced himself it was time to move on. He had to start a new life without Jennifer. Alec and Shauna found him sitting alone and he asked them to join him. He told them he wanted to explain what he said to Jennifer so he could put it behind him and move forward. He basically repeated the story he told the twins but he didnt talk about telling Jennifer how he would transfer or quit golf for her. Alec shook his friends hand and apologized for the way he talked to him the previous day. Dave looked at Alec, If my best friend tells me Im acting like an asshole then I must be acting awfully bad. Thank you, Alec. They hugged as they heard the horn indicating that the boat was reaching the other side. It was time to get to the tournament and get on with his life, such as it had become.

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If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Eighteen Sarah Works Her Magic The week after the ACC Championship was filled with celebrations but Dave quickly settled back into his studies. He had fallen slightly behind in his coursework with all the golf and trying to deal with Alecs problems of the previous month; but he knew one good week would get him caught up again. He was studying in his room after lunch on Tuesday when his cell phone rang; caller ID indicated it was an international call but no name appeared. He answered simply, Hello? An authoritative British voice asked, Is this Dave MacDonald? Yes, it is. replied Dave with a slight hesitation. My name is Harry Cole and I am the chairman of the 2005 British Open. I have been reviewing the list of applications of players with full exemptions and I noticed that you have not yet submitted an application. Did you realize that you automatically qualified for our Open Championship when you won the Canadian Open? This was news and Dave was very surprised, No, I didnt know I had qualified. Harry explained, There is still plenty of time to apply and I very much wanted to make sure you were aware that you had the full exemption. We would love to have you play in our tourney. I will give you my telephone number should you want to ring me for information. Dave thanked him and marked down the number. He immediately went on the internet and checked the dates. The Open Championship was being hosted by the Royal and Ancient St Andrews Golf Club from July 10th to 17th. Dave got very excited and called his father at work. Dad, youll never guess who just called me? Roger laughed, Harry Cole from the British Open. Dave was stunned, How did you know? Roger was still chuckling, He called the house yesterday trying to find you. I gave him your cell number. Dave snickered, I never thought of that. What do you think? Should I go? Roger replied, That is totally up to you. You will have to pay for the trip yourself this time but I am sure we can work that out. It will be a great opportunity and I wish I could go with you but your mother and I already have unchangeable plans for that week so we wont be able to go. Dave was very disappointed, I was hoping you would caddie for me again. Roger answered, Sorry, Dave, I cant make it but I have a suggestion. Why dont you ask Alec to caddie for you? Dave agreed, Thats a great idea. Ill ask him if he wants to help me prepare for the tournament and see if he is interested in caddying. Thats a fantastic idea, Dad. Thanks. Dave said goodbye to his father and was filling out the online application when his cell phone rang again. He answered the phone and was surprised to hear another British voice, one which he recognized immediately. Hello, Dave, how are you? Im great, Lord Thurlow, how are you? Lord Thurlow replied, I am very well, thank you. Its good to hear your voice again. I understand that you have qualified for the Open Championship; our family would like to invite you to stay with us during the week before the tournament. Are you interested in visiting with us? Dave was surprised and happy as he realized this was what Sarah had meant when she said she would have to find a way to get him to England. He replied, Yes, sir, I would love to visit. Lord Thurlow answered, Splendid, I will book your flight and accommodations at St Andrews. Will you be traveling alone? Dave replied, You dont have to book my flight, sir; I will look after it. Dont be silly, my boy. I would feel privileged if you allow me to look after this for you. After all, you are very much the son I never had. Please allow me to do this for you. How many will be in your party? Dave thought about Alec and was about to say two when he also thought of Shauna and how great it would be for her to be along with Alec. He asked, Would three be too many? Lord Thurlow chuckled, Definitely not. Where do you plan to fly from Greensboro or Edwardton? Dave thought for a moment and explained, Im not sure yet. If my friend Alec comes with me as my caddie, I may just fly from here but if not I may fly from home. Can I call you back? Lord Thurlow replied, Certainly, Ill wait for you to ring back. Take care of yourself, Dave. Dave said goodbye and hung up. He looked at his exam schedule and realized he would be finishing exams the Thursday before going to London and would be ready to fly out on the weekend. There didnt seem like much point in driving to QAI just to fly to London but he would need his car on QAI when he returned. He thought about it for a while and decided the best plan would be a compromise: drive to Boston and then fly from there. When he returned to Boston he would only have a twelve hour drive home. As he thought more about the trip, he got very excited at the prospect of playing against the best golfers in the world including Tiger Woods. The British Open was one of the four tournaments often referred to as the Majors. The Masters, the first of the four majors, was starting in just two days. Tiger had been playing well again so there was a lot of hype on the tournament. It was time for practice so Dave logged off WIN and went to the golf center. The whole team was there except Alec who was taking a couple weeks off for therapy both physical and emotional. Dave didnt tell anyone about the invitation yet he wanted Alec to be the first to know. When he returned to his room there was a long e-mail from Sarah thanking him for coming to London and teasingly suggesting she could always find ways to get her Knight to come to England. Dave had suspected she was behind the phone calls and now she confirmed it. He replied with an equally long e-mail. The week passed quickly and practice went well. Dave got caught up on most of his courses; on Sunday he and Alec arranged to watch the final round of the Masters together. Dave still hadnt mentioned anything about the British Open. They were drinking beer and enjoying the golf in Alecs room while Chris DiMarco and Tiger were battling head-to-head for the Green Jacket awarded to the winner. As they watched, Dave asked, How are you and Shauna getting along. Alec looked at him very seriously, I cant believe I almost chased her away. She is the most wonderful woman in the world and I nearly fucked it up. We are getting along great now, thanks to you. I really dont know how I would have handled losing her. Dave agreed, She is a fantastic woman and she truly loves you. You are meant for each other and I am pleased it is working out. Alec nodded as he resumed watching the tournament. Tiger looked as if he were in trouble on the sixteenth hole. He missed the green left on the par three and had a difficult chip. Chris was fifteen feet from the hole and putting for birdie. Dave said, DiMarco has him now. Alec laughed, Not yet! Tiger chipped his ball well left of the hole then watched as the ball rolled off the hill on the back of the green slowly towards the hole. The camera work was incredible. Everyone could see the ball slowly rolling down the hill directly at the hole. The ball slowed to a trickle just before reaching the hole then stopped on the edge. The ball seemed to waver briefly then dropped to the bottom of the cup. Both Dave and Alec were on their feet screaming. Alec liked Tiger so he was yelling Drop! While Dave, who was less of a Tiger fan, was yelling, Stop! When the ball dropped in Alec said, I told you he wasnt out of it yet. Dave simply shook his head as he knew that that birdie by Tiger would probably swing the round. DiMarco now had to make his birdie putt just to remain one stroke behind Tiger. DiMarco missed and fell two strokes behind the leader with only two holes to play. But DiMarco battled back and made par on seventeen and eighteen while Tiger made bogey on both leaving them tied. Extra holes would have to decide the winner. Dave was cheering for DiMarco and Alec was cheering for Tiger. Tiger hit great golf shots and won the first extra hole to win his fourth Masters. The chip on sixteen was the highlight of the tournament and Dave and Alec watched replay after replay of the spectacular shot. Alec finally said, God, it would be incredible to be there for things like that. Dave saw his opening and asked, How would you like to go to the British Open? Alec laughed, Yeah, right, in my dreams. Dave chuckled, No, actually its my dream, I got a call on Tuesday inviting me to play in the British Open at St Andrews, and I need a caddie. Will you caddie for me? Alecs face turned pale, Really? Are you serious? As Dave nodded, a huge smile covered Alecs face, That would be unbelievable. Do you really want me to caddie for you? Dave smiled as he said, I definitely want you to caddie for me. And if you want, Id like Shauna to come with us, too. Do you two have plans for this summer? Alec was bouncing with excitement as he replied, Nothing that cant be changed. Im sure shed love to go, but I will have to ask. How did this all happen? Dave shook his head. I told you that Sarah called me from England when I was in Las Vegas. Well, she cooked this up; she said she wanted me to visit her this summer but I told her I would probably be too busy. She apparently went onto the British Open website and determined that I had qualified by winning the Canadian Open then told her father about it. Her father called a friend with the Royal and Ancient and shortly afterward I got a call from the chairman of the tournament. When Lord Thurlow called shortly after the chairman, I suspected they had talked to each other because it was too much of a coincidence. Sarah confirmed my suspicions in an e-mail on Tuesday night. Lord Thurlow is paying for our flights and also our accommodations in St. Andrews. I tried to convince him I would pay for it but he refused. I told him there might be three of us. Alec shook his head in wonder, This will be an incredible trip. I cant wait to tell Shauna. Passports, we have to get passports; and clothes and luggage and He stopped and looked squarely at Dave, You really mean this? I have to pinch myself. Despite Alecs string of questions, Dave just reassured him that the three friends could indeed travel to the tournament. Dave then mentioned that he needed to get back to his room and study. He told Alec to let him know as soon as possible so they could finalize the travel plans. Alec shook his hand and thanked him again before he left. The balance of April passed quickly. Shauna, when asked about a trip to the British Open, had immediately confirmed that she wanted to go and privately thanked Dave for giving Alec something to look forward. Alec returned to practice and was now more intent on studying Daves swing as they worked together to get ready for the British Open. Dave told Darcy and the three women about the British Open trip and they all congratulated him. Alecs change of focus seemed to help with his own practicing as well and he slowly began getting more consistent with his own swing. By the end of April, Alecs golf scores had dropped into the mid-eighties and he was suddenly feeling more optimistic for his own recovery. When Dave called Lord Thurlow back he asked, Can you arrange a round of golf for me and Alec on the Old Course at St Andrews before the week of the tournament? I know Alec would love to play the most historic golf course in the world; and I think it will help both of us when the tournament starts. Lord Thurlow said he would try to arrange a round for the Sunday before the tournament started and he would book the accommodations starting Saturday night. Dave thanked him for everything and asked again if he could pay for it himself Lord Thurlow simply laughed at him, and then firmly refused. Lord Thurlow said he had already booked the flights out of Boston on July 2nd and the return flights as well. Dave thanked him and said he would see him soon. The last week of the winter session arrived full with the final exams. Dave was prepared and confident; he thought he did well in all six exams he wrote. Colby left for home on Friday afternoon and he and Dave wished each other well before he left. Dave spent a quiet loving evening and night with the twins on Friday. Just before they left on Saturday Kyra had a suggestion for Dave, Danielle is taking some spring courses, right? After Dave nodded she continued, I think you should consider sleeping with Danielle one special time before you go home for the summer. She is still extremely in love with you and I think if you tell her that you will make love to her once and only once, then she may be able to get over you during the summer. Dave shook his head as he was still amazed that she was not jealous and asked, Why arent you jealous? Kyra kissed him, I have made love to you all winter. I hope to make love to you all next winter I have no reason to be jealous. Dave still couldnt believe her attitude but he said he would think about her suggestion. He helped both twins load their belongings into their parents van. He met their father, Victor, who thanked Dave for looking out for his girls during their first year of college. Dave, without smirking or leering, replied that it was easy to look out for such wonderful girls and that it had been his treat to get to know them. He watched the van drive down the road and he wondered if the following fall would be the same as the past winter. He hoped it would. Dave moved his belongings to his new room. He initially questioned Alecs suggestion to share a Student Apartment; maybe it was not such a good idea because the Student Apartments were the farthest buildings from the golf center. After reflection, Dave decided that an early morning walk would do them both good and improve their overall fitness. The apartment gave Dave and Alec private rooms of their own with a living room-dining room-kitchen combination. Dave liked the large fridge and went shopping for food to fill it after he had moved all his belongings to their new digs. Darcy and Carl were sharing the apartment next to Dave and Alec; the rest of the mens and womens golf team were also staying in the apartments. The womens NCAA Regional tournament was in Lubbock, Texas the same weekend that Dave finished exams. The team started slowly and were in eighth place after the first round but Leanne and Rachael then played really good rounds the second day and moved the team into third place. Danielle played two solid rounds and was sitting in twenty-fifth place. Leanne, with her strong second round, was in eighth place while Rachael was in twelfth. The other two team members were in fortieth and sixty-seventh. While Dave had been moving his belongings into his new apartment, the womens team played their final round. Leanne played well again and moved to fourth place in the individual standings. Danielle also played well in the final round and moved up to sixteenth place while Rachael held on to her twelfth place standing. The other players finished thirty-sixth and seventy-second. The team was very pleased with their third place finish which also qualified them for the NCAA Championships in Sunriver, Oregon the same weekend as the mens team played their Regional in Nashville, Tennessee. With the twins gone, Danielle became even friendlier with Dave and she eventually spent more time in his and Alecs apartment than in her own. Although she did not make any overt moves toward intimacy, Dave knew he eventually had to have a very serious sit down discussion with her but he didnt want to do that until after the NCAA tournaments. The practice group worked hard and Alecs game continued to improve, albeit slowly. Dave found the four academic courses a very heavy load and he spent all his free time studying. His marks from the winter session came out the second week of May and he was very pleased that he had maintained his 4.0 GPA. He had two A+s and four As. His parents were very proud of him when he called with his marks. Jana and Kyra had both received all As and A+s as well and maintained their 4.0 GPAs as well. Dave talked to them on the phone regularly and Jana surprised Dave by telling him that she and Kyra were going to QAI in August to visit Jennifer. She teased Dave by saying she might even have a little time for him. Dave was happy they were going to visit QAI. After two weeks of living in the apartment, Dave loved the privacy of his own room and he began working on Coach Dawes to make sure he and Alec had an apartment in the fall. Coach Dawes teased Dave that if he helped WF win the NCAA title, he would get him the apartment. Dave simply smiled and replied, Ill hold you to that. The regional tournament went well. Dave was really pumped up and he shot the low round of the tournament the first day, a sixty-three. Darcy had a solid first round of sixty-eight. Keith was second lowest overall with sixty-five and Carl had a really strong round of sixty-seven. Will was the highest with seventy-one. Dave went for a swim then relaxed in his room. Darcy was very nervous about the regional tournament but Dave settled his nerves by reminding him to remain focused and simply play the best he could. Dave was two strokes ahead of Keith who was tied with two other players for the individual title. WFU had opened a twelve stroke lead after just one day of the team event. Dave convinced Darcy to call Leanne to see how she was doing. The womens team had a good first day and finished in seventh place. Leanne said she played fairly well and was in twenty-first place. Danielle had the best round and was in twelfth place. Rachael was in fifty-first place. Leanne told Darcy that Sheri was tied for first place and that her Georgia team was in second. Darcy wished her and the remaining women luck from both him and Dave before he said goodbye. Dave and Darcy went to sleep shortly after the call to Leanne. Dave woke early and showered before going to the restaurant for an early breakfast. He sat and focused on his upcoming round. Eventually the remainder of the team arrived and after everyone ate, they went to the course to warm up. Dave had another solid round the second day and shot sixty-five. He was really putting well and his two stroke lead doubled to four strokes. Carl and Keith both had good second rounds shooting sixty-eight and sixty-nine respectively. Keith slipped to a tie for third place while Carl moved up to fifth place. Darcys nerves carried over from the previous night and he shot seventy-three, the same as Will. Dave went for a long swim and he mapped out his summer schedule in his head. The first three weeks of July would be needed to finish school, travel to England, and then travel home. He would miss the provincial trials for the Canadian Amateur but he had already qualified by being the defending champion. The Canadian Amateur started August 14th in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia; Dave already had reservations at the Telegraph House where he had stayed previously with his father and uncle. He had his practice round booked in the afternoon so he was going to drive over that morning. He remembered Bell Bay Golf Course well from the Atlantic junior tournament held there two years earlier. He would have to leave for North Carolina immediately after the Amateur to get back in time for the beginning of classes on August 24th. That meant he only had a little more than three weeks on QAI. He remembered his earlier plan to take two courses in the second summer session and immediately decided he wouldnt actually have the time to do that now. He would have to revise his overall plan. When he returned to the room, Darcy told him he had already called Leanne who reported that the team had moved up to fourth place. She played well and had moved up to twelfth place while Danielle had moved up to sixth place with another very strong round. Rachael improved to twenty-fifth place and the other two women also moved up several positions. He mentioned that Danielle was totally excited and was going to call Dave later. Darcy also said that Sheri was all alone in first place and her Georgia team had moved into first place after two rounds. Danielle indeed called a half hour later and Dave congratulated her on another superb round. She thanked him and promised to remain focused on her third round. She congratulated Dave on leading the Regional tournament and he thanked her before they said goodbye. The final round for the mens team went well and they won by twenty-six strokes. Dave finished first overall after shooting another strong sixty-six to win by four strokes. Carl was the biggest surprise of the tournament as he finished with another sixty-eight, fourth overall. Will shot sixty-eight and finished twenty-sixth. Keith shot seventy-three to finish eleventh. Darcys final round seventy-three gave him a thirty-fourth place. Coach Dawes was openly ecstatic with the victory but he remained focused on winning the NCAA Championship. The team celebrated in the hotel that evening. Dave was really pleased that they were all getting along well and he was confident they would have a strong Championship Tournament in Baltimore, Maryland. Danielle called to congratulate the men on their victory. She told Dave that she had another good round and had moved up to fifth place while the team improved to third place. Leanne played well and maintained her twelfth place position and Rachael improved to eighteenth while both the other women moved up several more positions. Dave congratulated her and wished her luck in the final round the next day. She thanked him and said she would see him Saturday when they arrived back at campus. Darcy received a call shortly after from Leanne and they talked for almost a half hour. Drinking to their success, Dave and Darcy were both quite drunk when they finally fell asleep. The trip home the next day passed quickly as most of the players slept off their hangovers. Alec congratulated Dave on the victory as soon as he walked into the apartment. Dave thanked him then went straight to his studies. He had missed an entire week of classes and needed to catch up. Alec told him he was studying too hard but Dave insisted he wanted to maintain his 4.0 GPA. A very excited Danielle called later that evening and informed Dave that she had finished fifth overall and the team had held on for third place. Coach Lloyd was very proud of them all and they were going to have a big party the next night when they arrive home. They were flying out very early in the morning which would get them to WFU early in the evening. Dave said he was looking forward to the party. The mens team practiced the next day and Dave was really pleased to see Alec continue to improve. He wasnt hitting his drives as long as he had before the accident but his consistency was getting steadily better. Dave studied all afternoon until he was completely caught up on his courses. He, Alec, and Shauna ate dinner in the apartment while they talked about the trip to England. Dave announced that he had asked Lord Thurlow about a practice round at St. Andrews so he and Alec could both play the Old Course; Lord Thurlow had called back and confirmed they had a tee time booked on Sunday. Alec was again surprised and excited. Shauna casually asked if the Thurlows had enough room for her and Alec; Dave choked but could not contain a loud laugh then he had to apologize for laughing at her. He described the Thurlow mansion and how he really could have used a map to find his way around on the first visit; he then added details about how many servants they had. Shauna was very surprised at Daves description of the household but said she looked forward to seeing it. She then directly asked Dave how serious he was with Sarah; he calmly explained that they both realized they were from different worlds and probably would never become husband and wife but the incidents in Vancouver and France had bonded them for life and they would always be very, very close. Shauna asked exactly what had happened in Vancouver and Dave realized he had never told her about it. He explained the whole trip to BC; then he told her and Alec about his previous trip to England. They were both shocked to hear about what had happened in France. Shauna asked what Roxanne was doing now that Sarah was at Oxford and Dave told her that she had gone back to work for Scotland Yard but he did not know her exact title. They were all excited about going to England and the more Dave talked about it the more excited they got. Dave also told Alec that Lord Thurlow already arranged for both of them to practice at the Royal Blackheath Golf Course where Dave had played two summers earlier; Dave spoke at length about the bump-and- run. After cleaning the dishes, they were watching television and sipping beers in the living room when there was a knock on the door. As Alec opened the door an excited Danielle pushed past him and dove into Daves lap. She hugged and kissed him before she thanked him for helping her live her dream of being a competitive golfer. There were tears running down her face as she squeezed Dave tightly. His mouth was almost touching her ear as he whispered softly that he was just happy he could help. Danielle then announced that the party was on in her room and that she and one of the seniors on the team had bought lots of beer and other refreshments. The party was a huge celebration and Danielle got really drunk. She hugged and cuddled Dave all night. While Danielle was in the washroom, Leanne explained that Sheri won the national individual title and led Georgia to a national team title as well. Dave thanked her for telling him when Danielle was not around. Near the end of the night Danielle asked him to take her to bed and he told her that he wouldnt. He explained that if, and that was a big if, they made love, he wanted their time together to be special and not when either one of them was buzzing from alcohol. She was so excited about the possibility that he might finally sleep with her that she didnt mind him saying no. She kissed him passionately when he left and he didnt resist when her tongue slipped into his mouth to duel with his tongue. Dave went back to his room and went right to sleep. He spent most of Sunday studying and got ahead on all four of his classes. He hit balls in the evening and, after picking up the balls and storing his clubs, he sat down in a chair outside the golf center and stared out over the practice range. It had been a great first year of college and he had learned a lot. The early season difficulties seemed years away and he looked forward to the NCAA Championships. He was also looking forward to the British Open and he wondered if he would have a chance to go head-to-head with Tiger. Deep in his heart he just wanted to enjoy the experience of a major but he knew his game had reached a point where he could compete. He sat in the chair and watched the shadows of the golf center get longer and longer as the sun set behind him and the center. Dave had grown to love Wake Forest and began to wonder if rushing through his education was the best decision, but as much as he looked forward to the NCAA Championship he realized that the other tournaments were becoming less challenging and less interesting with each event. He wanted to compete on the world stage and he thought his game was almost ready for that. He thought about the short summer he would have and then how, if he turned pro after the NCAA Championship the following year, he would not likely have any relaxed summers for a long time to come. He realized that his days of living at home with his parents were getting very numbered and he again asked himself if he was growing up too quickly. He loved his parents and didnt want to leave home. Then he thought how he had moved away from home ten months ago and, except for the one bad episode in October, hadnt really missed home as much as he had thought he would. He had made new friends and that allowed him to settle into college life. He wondered what would happen to his friends when he went to the next stage of his life. He hoped Alec and Shauna would always remain close to him. He thought about Jana and Kyra and he suspected their path would go in a different direction from his. He thought about Danielle, Leanne, and Rachael and he knew they were living a dream not much different than his. They were becoming very good golfers and their futures were filled with hope of professional careers. The last friend he thought of was Darcy. He had matured so much over the past ten months and that bouncing excited kid had grown into a confident mature young man with a very good golf game. Dave suspected that he and Darcy would eventually be competing against each other on the PGA Tour. It was almost completely dark as Dave thought about his friends on QAI. He and John would always be close but their lives were now on two totally different paths. Katherine had already seemed to be slipping further away from him her e-mails, which had originally arrived every two days, were now almost non- existent. She hadnt sent him a message since the first of April. Rebecca was still e-mailing regularly and he looked forward to seeing her again. Jennifer sent a note every two weeks and they remained close but he just didnt know where she was in his future. The more he thought about her, the angrier he got at himself for letting her slip out of his life. His thoughts always drifted to that last night they spent together in his dorm room and he wished he could somehow get her back. The sky was now dark and the distant light of street lamps cast a foggy glow over the tree line at the end of the driving range. Dave looked at the woods to left of the range and visualized Palmer Residence through the thick trees. His first year at WFU and been a true adventure. He still had over a month left but he already knew he would never forget his experiences. He finally stood up and walked back to his apartment. He climbed into bed. Of all the friends he had been thinking about, he dreamed of Jennifers warm smooth body beside him as he dozed off to sleep. The next two weeks were filled with practice and study. The three women golfers continued to practice in the morning group sessions with Dave, Alec, and Darcy. Dave was getting more focused on the NCAA Championship every day. The week before they left for Baltimore, Dave wrote four mid-term examinations. He felt confident as he had studied very hard for them and when he left each exam, he thought he had done well. The team left for Baltimore on Monday May 30th. They arrived in the evening and checked into the Embassy Suites in Hunt Valley, Maryland. Dave went for a swim before dinner. After dinner the team had a meeting and talked about staying focused and working hard as a team. Dave and Darcy both turned in early. In the morning, Dave woke early and showered. Darcy got in the shower when Dave got out then they went to breakfast together. The whole team showed up shortly after and they ate a hearty meal. They went to the course and practiced for several hours before their practice round. The Caves Valley Golf Club was a very challenging layout, which required precision shot making. Dave loved the course immediately. The heavily wooded par seventy-one course was a true test of golf and Dave was pleased with his round of two under par sixty-nine. Darcy was feeling nervous about the national championship and his lack of concentration showed in his round of seventy-eight. The team returned to the hotel and Dave again went for a relaxing swim. He had noticed a Starbucks coffee shop down the street from the hotel and decided that was where he would start each day. When he returned to the room he had a long talk with Darcy. He could see the nervousness on Darcys face and he explained, Darcy, this is what competitive golf is all about. Feeling like your stomach is going to explode and that youre going to choke on that huge lump in your throat. You have developed into a great golfer. You have great mechanics, you hit the ball long, you have a great short game, and you putt as well as anyone on this team. You know in your heart that you can play at this level you proved that in Las Vegas when you dominated the final day of the tournament. You can do this. Just focus on your game think about your long fluid swing hitting big drives down the fairway, think about hitting those short irons just inches from the hole, and think about knocking those putts dead center. You can do it; I know you can. Dont think about the score on any holes you already played, dont think about what score you need to make on the hole you are playing. Just think about your great golf swing and visualize your shots one- by-one let the score take care of itself. Hit fairways and greens and let the birdies come as the may. Darcy looked at Dave intently and listened to every word. When Dave finished Darcy thanked him and promised to try and focus on his swing. Dave then explained that he had a morning routine for big tournaments and would be leaving the room early the next day but would return for breakfast. Darcy nodded understandingly before Dave called his coach to advise him about his morning routine as well. Dave then turned out the light and they both went to sleep. Well, at least Dave went to sleep Darcy tossed and turned for over an hour until he realized he needed to concentrate on what Dave had said about trusting his swing. He fell asleep shortly after that. Dave woke early the next day; after showering, he pulled on his Wake Forest golf shirt and walked to the Starbucks. He sipped hot chocolate as he got focused on his round. This was it, the US NCAA Championships, which he had been dreaming of for years. He thought about his swing and he visualized the golf course. After a half hour he was ready and he walked back to the hotel. He met the team in the dining room and after a quick meal he followed the team to the van. They loaded up and drove to the course. There were more media crews than Dave had seen at any college event and he noticed that all of them were taping both him and Ricky Morrison. The media had been predicting a tight race between Dave and Ricky. Ricky had won low amateur at the Masters with a one under score for the tournament and most sports casters were predicting he would use that confidence to win the NCAA Individual title but Dave had a different plan. Dave putted for an hour and by then felt comfortable on the very fast greens. When he was finally called to the first tee, he wished Darcy luck and reminded him to play one shot at a time. The WFU team was playing with Texas and UCLA in the first round. Dave hit third on the first hole and, after watching both opposing players hit good drives into the fairway, Dave stood up and hammered a huge drive down the first fairway with a perfect draw. The ball stopped just fifty yards short of the four hundred and ten yard par four and both of Daves playing partners looked at him in shock not only was the drive unbelievably long but it was dead middle of the fairway in perfect position. After the other two players hit their second shots, Dave stood over his ball and focused on his long pitch shot. He again hit the ball perfectly and it rolled to within two feet of the hole. Dave pushed his wedge back in his bag confidently and strode to the green the Canadian flag still stood out proudly on his golf bag. The Texas player rolled a twelve foot putt in for birdie after the UCLA player missed his long birdie try then tapped in for par. Dave rolled his short birdie putt dead middle then walked to the second tee full of confidence. The second hole was a short par four so Dave hit his three-iron off the tee. The ball rolled just short of the one hundred yard marker leaving Dave a full sixty-degree wedge to the green. Dave was actually the farthest from the green after his tee shot so he hit first. He hit the wedge smoothly and it landed fifteen feet past the cup and sucked back to four feet from the hole. The Texas player missed the green left while the UCLA player hit his shot ten feet from the hole. The Texas player made a nice up and down to save par before the UCLA player missed his birdie putt. Dave took his time reading his short putt then knocked it confidently to the bottom of the cup. He was two under after two holes and he was in a real groove. The rest of the round went extremely well for Dave and he finished with a course record ten under par sixty-one. He hit every fairway and seventeen greens in regulation. The crowd that followed him grew steadily larger as the day went on. The large crowd cheered appreciably when he rolled the twelve foot birdie putt in on the last hole to break the course record. Dave casually waved to the applause before he pulled his ball from the hole and shook hands with his playing partners. They congratulated him and he returned the positive sentiments. The Texas player had shot a very good round of four under par and the UCLA player had shot two under par. Coach Dawes face lit up when Dave told him he had shot sixty-one. Carl was the only other team member to finish and he had shot seventy-two. Dave left with his playing partners to sign their cards. Dave took his time reviewing the scores carefully the last thing he wanted to do was be disqualified for marking down a score lower than what he had actually made. He signed the card and returned to the eighteenth green. As Dave stood by the green he recognized a familiar face and walked to the man who had followed him in Texas, Bob Duff. He put out his hand and shook Bobs hand. Bob immediately said, That was the best golf round I ever witnessed. You were unbelievable out there today. Dave thanked him, My swing really feels good and I was really focused; thank you for that compliment. Dave was getting used to having such conversations with fans. Dave and Bob talked briefly before Dave walked back to stand with Carl and his coach. Will was just finishing on the final green and, after shaking hands with his playing partners, he told the coach he shot seventy-three. Dave could tell Will wasnt happy with the score but Dave knew that it was still a good score. Keith finished next and he shot seventy. Will had just returned and they all congratulated Keith before he left to sign his card. Darcy hit a good approach shot on the tough final hole but missed his ten foot birdie putt. After shaking hands with his playing partners he strolled over to Dave and Coach Dawes and simply said, Sixty-nine! Dave shook his hand and the whole team congratulated him on a good round. The team went to the scoreboard and reviewed the results. There were only fifteen of the thirty teams finished but Wake Forest was leading by three strokes over Texas. Dave was four strokes ahead of the closest individual player. As the team was leaving the scoreboard area, Dave was approached by several media crews so Coach Dawes agreed to wait for him to do the interviews. He was familiar with most of the questions, which were by now expected. How does it feel to be a rookie and shoot a course record? Will you turn professional after the NCAA Championships? How has an eighteen year old from Canada become the top prospect in college golf? Do you think you can beat Tiger Woods? After thirty minutes of interviews with five different media crews, Dave left with the team for the hotel. Dave went to eat dinner with the team before he and Darcy relaxed in their room for a while. Dave called his father to give his usual after round update. After letting his meal settle Dave went to the pool for a swim. He swam hard for forty minutes and was very tired when he climbed out of the pool. He went back to his room and watched television with Darcy before going to sleep. The next day Dave woke early again and went to the Starbucks. He didnt like the hot chocolate as much as Tim Hortons but the time was more about getting focused than the taste of the drink. After the team ate breakfast they went to the golf course. They reviewed the leader board and Dave was leading the tournament by three strokes. Ricky Morrison was in second. The team was in second place three strokes behind Rickys UNLV team. The WFU team went to the practice range and warmed up until it was time to play. Dave was the last one to tee off today so he urged his teammates to take their time and stay focused. When it was his turn to tee off he hit a solid drive down the first hole, not quite as long as the previous day but still in the middle of the fairway. He made a great wedge shot and sank a putt for his birdie to start his second round. He played a little more conservative during his second round but his ball striking was still fantastic and when he made par on the final hole, he had shot sixty-four. He congratulated his playing partners before he walked to his teammates. They congratulated him before they informed him that Keith and Carl each shot seventy-four, Will shot seventy-one, and Darcy had another solid round of seventy. The highlight of the day had been when he saw Jana and Kyra join the crowd following him after the ninth hole. He took time between holes to walk to them for a hello kiss. He noticed the still-present Bob Duff smiled at him when he kissed both girls passionately. After talking to his teammates, Dave went and signed his card then headed to the scoreboard with his team. The scoreboard showed UNLV still leading the team event by seven strokes while Ricky Morrison had dropped another stroke behind Dave and was in second place at thirteen under par. Dave was again surrounded by media crews and he basically told them that while he was happy to be leading the individual tournament he was more concerned about winning the team title and that he would have to dig deeper to help his team win. Dave promised to visit the twins who were staying at a different hotel the Embassy Suites were full with all the NCAA teams. As Dave sat eating his dinner with the team he thought about the night he had worn himself out with the twins and he told himself that couldnt happen again. A night of release and relaxation couldnt lead to exhaustion this time. He had to make sure his little head didnt entirely run the show that evening.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Nine - Life is Full of Uncertainties The flight home from Calgary was a long tiring trip. The team had been loaded onto a bus at six o'clock in the morning and, after changing planes in Toronto, they arrived back in Queen Anne Island at four-thirty. The team exited the plane in QAI tired but happy to be home. Dave had hoped his family would be there to pick him up but he and the whole team were shocked when they entered the airport. It seemed half the city had turned out to congratulate them for their national title. The small two-gate airport was overflowing with a throng of well-wishers and signs welcoming the National Champions home. Dave scanned the crowd, found his parents, and quickly walked to them. They hugged and Dave had to ask, "Who arranged this?" Roger elaborated as both Beth and Julie hugged Dave, "The mayor and the premier have planned a big party. There's going to be a parade to the Civic Centre where even more fans and supporters are waiting to welcome the team home." Dave was happily pleased with the news. He also spotted Katherine standing near the back of the crowd with a few of her friends so he excused himself and walked over to see her. As he neared, she blushed. He took her hands and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm glad you came out to welcome us home." She smiled and bashfully whispered, "Thank you for saying hello to me on National television. I was very surprised and pleased." Dave nodded and asked, "Are you coming to the party at the Civic Centre?" She nodded indicating her friends, "Yes, we were planning on it." Dave kissed her on the cheek again and replied, "Good! I'll see you there. Excuse me but I have to find my luggage." Dave then nodded a polite hello and goodbye to the two girls standing with Katherine. He only knew they were her friends from school. Dave found his luggage and waddled over to his parents with the hockey bag and his suitcase. His father and Julie each took a bag and Roger informed him, "We'll take your stuff. Your chariot awaits you outside." Dave looked at him with a puzzled look but, after a gentle push from his mother, he followed his teammates out the front door. Lined up just outside the airport were five bright red fire engines covered with more signs. The fire engine in the front had a huge sign that read "Edwardton Islanders - 2003 National Midget Champions." The Air Canada Cup was sitting on the roof of the engine's cab and Ken Jackson was standing proudly behind it. There were several other players already on top of the fire engine along with some girls Dave recognized to be their girlfriends. Dave laughed to himself and moved to the back of the first fire engine and started to climb on. Craig pushed him back to the ground and looked angry as he stood over him. Dave looked up bewildered and asked, "What gives?" Craig could not keep his grim look; he smiled and laughed, "That's your ride, dude - over there." Dave turned around and looked where Craig was pointing. The second fire engine had his MVP trophy on top of the cab and a large sign which read, "Dave MacDonald - 2003 National Midget Championship Most Valuable Player" Dave did a double take as he looked at the sign. A tear formed in his eye. He was staring at the sign when John walked in front of him laughing. Dave said, "Come on that fire truck with me. I couldn't have done it without you." John nodded and, with his on-again off-again girlfriend, Heather, under his arm, he followed Dave towards the second truck. On their way, they spotted Rudy walking with his girlfriend, so they grabbed his arm and pulled both of them behind the second truck as well. Dave put out his hand and said to John and Rudy, "To the best damn offensive line at the National Championships." The three teammates shook hands and climbed aboard the fire truck. All five teens were standing high up on the truck as the remaining trucks filled with players, coaches, and girlfriends. The lead truck had begun to slowly move when Dave spotted Katherine standing with her friends, he called to her, "Come up here with me. I feel lonely." She smiled and ran to the back of his truck. A fireman helped her onto the truck so she could make her way up to Dave. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her softly on the lips, and helped her get seated right beside him with the trophy sitting between them. The ride to the Civic Centre was very slow. Hundreds of cars honked their horns while thousands of people came out of their houses and waved to the players. The normal two-mile trip took forty minutes because the parade had detoured right through the middle of town. When they finally arrived at the Civic Centre, Dave thought his arm was going to fall off from all the waving and his jaw was sore from smiling. The team and entourage made their way into the rink and the whole team was again surprised to see thousands of people inside the arena. The ice had been removed several weeks earlier and a large stage was setup at the former center-ice. The team and the coaches walked onto the stage to a huge ovation from the crowd. The master of ceremonies was the local CBC weatherman; his main mission was to introduce every player. He left Dave until the last and made sure everyone knew Dave had won the MVP award. Dave bashfully waved to the crowd who seemed to give him an extra special applause. The mayor and the premier each spoke and congratulated the team. Dave was happy that no more notice was given to him alone, as he was beginning to feel guilty for getting more attention than his team-mates. After the speeches, pictures were taken of the team and then of the team with the politicians. Finally, the master of ceremonies announced that there were hot dogs and drinks for everyone. He invited the crowd to come meet the hometown heroes up-close. Dave and the team walked down off the stage and all were surrounded by well- wishers who either wanted to get autographs or just shake hands. The whole team was soon lined up across the front of the make-shift stage with long lines of supporters in front of each player. Dave saw a lot of faces he knew; when his uncle Alan and his family came through the line he received a big bear hug, "Great job, Dave. You played incredible." Dave was a little overwhelmed by all the show of emotion and was fighting back tears when Alan finally released him. Katherine and Dave's family had made their way behind him and he was happy to have them close by. He eventually turned to Katherine and mouthed, "Will you wait for me?" She nodded, so he returned to his fans and friends. Most of the other players on the team's lines slowly shrunk but Dave's only seemed to get longer. There were a lot of small kids and Dave made sure he signed every autograph. It was an hour before Dave's line was finally down to a handful of people. The arena had pretty well cleared out and mostly just the team and family members remained. The last two people in Dave's line were a man and his son; Dave didn't recognize them. Dave shook the man's hand, then kneeled down to talk to the small boy who looked to be about six. The little boy lit up when Dave asked his name. He replied, "My name is Brad, just like Brad Prichards. I want to be as good as you and Brad someday. I watched you yesterday and you were awesome." Dave chuckled as he heard the comparison to another QAI native who is currently a star with the Tampa Bay Lightning in the NHL. Dave answered, "Do you like to play hockey?" The little boy nodded - so Dave continued, "That's good. Make sure you have fun and eat real good and maybe someday you will grow up to be as good as Brad Prichards." The boy smiled from ear to ear and asked, "As good as you too?" Dave again laughed, "Yes, as good as me too." After Dave signed the boy's book, the little boy put out his hand mimicking his Dad and shook Dave's hand. Dave stood and said goodbye. The father thanked Dave and left the arena with his son bouncing around him like a firefly, showing off his autograph. Dave had to laugh and he shook his head thinking, "What a cute kid." He turned to face his father who handed him a hotdog dressed just the way he liked it. He looked at Katherine and his family and politely asked, "Do you mind?" before he dug into his supper without actually waiting for their blessing. Two hotdogs and two drinks later; Dave was happily finished eating and drinking. He smiled at everyone and said, "Thanks." Roger explained, "We're really proud of you, son - and we can get all the details from you when you get home. Here are my car keys. You can drive Katherine home while your mother and I go home with Julie and Beth." Dave nodded and thanked him; then he and Katherine walked over to the team to say their goodbyes to the team-mates. Dave left the Civic Centre happily exhausted. The plane trip had been long and tiring but he had gotten a second wind when the huge crowds showed up at the airport and the arena. Now he was quickly showing fatigue. He and Katherine talked while he drove her home. She thanked him for including her and he reaffirmed that he cared deeply for her. He gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek then said he would see her the following day at school. When Dave arrived home his parents and sisters were waiting for all the details of the trip and the tournament. He spent an hour telling them everything he could remember. Julie and Beth eventually went to do their homework, so Dave had a chance to confess some of the left-out details. He began, "Mom and Dad, I have a bit of a confession. You remember the three Asian girls that came to visit me in the hospital in BC?" Dave paused and watched as his father quizzed his mother. Carol whispered something to Roger who nodded an understanding. Dave continued after the pause, "Well, John called them before we went out west and invited them to come visit us. He initially asked for them to wait to see how the tournament was going but, after we lost the third game, he called them and they arrived on Thursday. As you know, we lost the first three games and were also badly losing game four when they arrived. John and I were so happy to see them and I guess we wanted to show off a little for them. Anyway we came back and tied Central and then went on our winning streak right to the Championship. Some of the players saw the girls at the rink the first day and one player had been a friend with a guy who was in BC with me. "Rumors started to spread and the coaches followed up on it. The truth is the girls were staying with us in our room and the coaches found out. The head coach pulled John and me into his room and I told him it was all my idea. I thought because I was new on the team, I would not be punished as severely. I told the coach the truth about everything except that it had been my idea. He talked it over with the other coaches and manager and decided that he would not remove us from the final two games - but we had to tell our parents and he wanted to have a meeting with you as well." Although Dave had started out speaking slowly, his speed had built up and his whole speech just tumbled out. When he stopped, there was silence. Dave looked at his feet a little embarrassed that he had put his parents in this uncomfortable situation. After a surprisingly short reflection time, Roger looked at Carol and then spoke for both of them. "Dave, when you are representing your team and our province at any event, you have to make sure you do it honorably. Imagine what kind of fall-out would take place now if the media got wind that you and John, two sixteen year old boys, had three girls essentially living with you in the hotel. How would that look for the team, the province, and for yourselves? You have matured into a smart young man and your mother and I often forget that you are only sixteen. You have to take responsibility for your actions. You have to think about consequences." Dave was sorry he had disappointed his parents. It felt especially depressing to go from the high of being an acclaimed national champion to the low of having his parents upset with him as a teen-age son. His mother finally added, "Your father and I will have to discuss this further and decide on your punishment. Please go upstairs to your room and write a letter of apology to your coach. We will come up and see you soon." Dave dejectedly carried his suitcase upstairs. He wrote the letter by hand and planned to type it onto the computer later. He then unpacked and tossed his many dirty clothes into the hamper. He put the very few clean clothes away before he lay on his bed waiting for his parents. Eventually they walked into his room and closed the door. His father began in a very stern voice that Dave instantly knew was trouble, "Dave, we are very proud of what you accomplished but we are also very disappointed in your lapse of common sense and good judgment. You understand our concern, so we won't lecture you anymore; but, so you clearly understand that we do not find this acceptable, we are taking away your car privileges for a month." Dave's jaw dropped open in surprise. How could they take away his freedom? He couldn't live without the car! He was about to complain but re-considered his father's tone and immediately knew any debate would be futile - and would likely lead to a longer suspension. Dave finally answered simply, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I disappointed you, Mom and Dad." His father finished with a little softer tone, "We will give you a week off for good behavior but we don't want to hear one complaint over the next three weeks - that's part of good behavior. Understood?" Dave again replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you." His parents left the room. Dave turned off the light and tried to go to sleep. Despite his fatigue, he tossed and turned for an hour - first mainly thinking how unfair life was. He finally realized he indeed had screwed up and he had to do the time for his crime. Finally repentant, he fell asleep and slept soundly. The remainder of the week was very hectic at school. He and John received a lot of attention but their schoolwork had piled up so they spent every evening trying to catch up. At home, Dave and his parents had received over a dozen calls from sports agents wanting to represent Dave. The first one was a big surprise but, by the tenth, Dave thought of them more as sharks circling their prey. Roger called Alan and the three of them sat down to discuss what to do. Alan had had some experience with agents during his hockey career - he had played two years of major junior hockey before returning to QAI to finish with the Eagles. In the end, Alan suggested they just tell the agents they weren't interested. If Dave needed an agent in the future, they could search for a reputable one, someone Dave would be comfortable with, at that time. By the end of the week things had pretty much returned to normal and Dave was happy to have caught up on most of his classes. Katherine had also enjoyed the additional attention she received and Dave was happy they were again on very friendly terms. They had talked often but Dave hadn't asked her out for fear of leading her on. She may have been disappointed but didn't push the matter. John had been shocked by Dave's punishment. He wasn't boasting when he explained that his father had been so proud of the Championship, that he had received more praise than criticism despite telling about the Asian cuties. John further said his father actually confessed himself to several indiscretions when he was a teen. His father had concluded with, "Boys will be boys." Dave thought a lot about the difference between the reactions of the two fathers and, after much internal debate, he realized that his own father had handled the situation correctly even though his punishment had been harsher than he had expected. He further thought about how his father was always there for him - the price of constant significant love was high expectations for appropriate behavior. Dave knew he wouldn't trade fathers for all the money in the world. The meetings with the head coach went well and Dave presented his typed apology. The coach read it, was satisfied with Dave's understanding, and wished Dave well in the future; he promised him a spot on the team if Dave wanted to return the next year. Friday after school John and Dave went to a local driving range which had opened after the long snowy winter. There had been a large number of late snowstorms and most golf courses had still not opened even though May was only a few days away. Dave was very happy to be finally hitting balls again. They spent several hours at the range and, except for Dave's continuing trouble with his driver, they were both very happy when they left. Dave's home course of Hornsby had suffered from a very damaging winter and wasn't scheduled to open for two to three more weeks. Only a few, very poor quality, courses were open so Dave and John continued to just hit balls for several weeks. During the second week after his return form Calgary, the first week of May, Dave talked to Jennifer several times. Ann had called her and they were working out their friendship. Dave had exchanged several e-mails with Lynn and Tina. They were preparing to start their summer session. Time seemed to creep along as Dave anxiously waited for the golf courses to open and his driving privileges to return. John was happy to return to chauffeur status but Dave hated to impose almost as much as he hated the loss of his independence. The second week of May was likewise spent hitting balls every day after school. Dave's practice time didn't resolve the driver troubles that had begun after his surgery the year before; so, on Wednesday, he asked his father about getting some more lessons. Roger agreed to pay for the lessons; Dave called the Golf Academy and booked some time for the Saturday. During the week, Dave had also received numerous calls from major junior teams trying to convince him to register for their drafts. Because QAI did not currently have a major junior team, players looking to get drafted could elect to play in any of the four major junior hockey leagues. Most elected for either the Ontario Hockey League OHL or the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League QMJHL. John had told Dave he was electing for the Quebec league because it appeared the Montreal Missiles were going to move to QAI and John wanted to play for them. On Thursday, Dave had another strategy meeting with his father and Alan, and, even though Dave was doubtful he wanted to play major junior hockey, he elected for the Quebec league as John had done. They agreed that Dave would not attend the draft and, no matter how much any team pressured, Dave would not commit to playing hockey with anyone. After that was clarified, Roger spoke seriously with Dave about his golf future. Roger explained that he had researched the scholarship process and discovered that this coming summer would be the key year for Dave to showcase his ability if he was serious about a golf future. Dave immediately perked up as Roger outlined a preliminary plan, "We need to do some videos and prepare a promotional kit to send to US universities. You also have to plan some different tournaments to play to get more exposure. "I reviewed the website for the American Junior Golf Association and there are a lot of tournaments which provide exposure for players. The biggest problem is we are a long way from most tournaments but I think we could plan a few trips this summer into the eastern states so you can attend some quality tournaments. You should apply for an AJGA membership and then compare their tournament schedule with your Merit Tour. It will probably cost quite a bit of money but I want you to have a chance to live your dream. You think about it and visit the website I bookmarked on our computer. If you want to pursue it further, we can talk later." Dave was hopping with excitement and quickly forgot about hockey. He went right to the computer and spent two hours surfing and researching the tournaments. He applied for membership that very night. The application was mailed on Friday and Dave was more determined than ever to get his game in shape. He practiced in the rain on Friday then spent the evening surfing the web investigating US universities. Dave's three weeks without the car was not due to expire until the following week but Roger gave him the car, to drive to the Golf Academy only, on Saturday. It was a rare nice day as most of May had been cold and wet contributing to extended opening dates for all the major courses. The pro who had helped Dave so significantly the previous spring was waiting for him. They stretched together before hitting a bucket of balls. The pro quickly asked, "Dave, how much have you grown in the last year?" Dave replied, "I grew four inches last summer and I think I stretched up a little more this winter." The pro said, "Let's go inside and get some measurements." Dave followed him inside and the pro measured the length of his arms, legs and overall height. Dave had grown one more inch and was now six foot four inches tall. The pro finally said, "Dave, your clubs are actually too short for you now. You should seriously consider new clubs. I would also recommend that whoever you buy them from measure you and get them custom fit." Dave nodded understandingly but was very worried about asking his father to foot a big equipment bill, again. He was slightly distracted when the pro said, "Here, I have driver which was designed for someone your height. Let's try it." They returned to the practice tee and Dave hit several shots with moderate results. The pro stepped in and adjusted the position of the ball in Dave's stance. He also told Dave to return to his standard grip. Dave had been trying so many changes with his troubled driver that he didn't realize but he was actually gripping it slightly different than the rest of his clubs. Dave hit a ball - the trajectory was much better and it felt good when it left the face of the club. Dave hit a few more and gained confidence with each shot. After a dozen balls Dave was hitting a gentle draw farther than he had ever hit it before. He was very happy. The rest of the lesson was spent tweaking his irons and fairway wood. Dave drove home very excited with the results. Roger was cleaning the yard when Dave arrived home, so Dave changed and went out to help him. They talked as they worked. After an hour Dave said, "Dad, I think I'm going to find a summer job." Roger looked at him curiously, so Dave continued, "As I said, my lessons went really well but the pro did some measurements and he said my clubs are too small." Dave was a little surprised when his father nodded and said, "I was afraid of that. I have been thinking about this for a few months now. I really want to see you get a job but I also know how important your golf is. Why don't you focus on your golf for one more summer without the distractions of a job. If you have a good summer and get a scholarship then I'll save lots of money on your education." Roger looked at his watch. "It's two o'clock now, let's finish here, then drive out to Hornsby and see what they have in stock in the pro shop." Dave worked hard to quickly finish cleaning the yard. Thirty minutes later they went in the house, cleaned up, changed and drove to Hornsby. The pro shop had just received the summer stock and the club pro was happy to help Roger and Dave pick out some clubs. Dave found a Taylormade 580 driver similar to the one he had hit that morning at the academy. The pro took Dave's measurements and gave him some sample irons to take to the practice range and try. Dave hit four different kinds of irons: PING, Taylormade, Titliest, and Callaway. Dave really liked the feel of the Taylormade RAC tour blades. He looked at the price and almost choked when he saw $1,200. The driver was $550 and the three-wood he liked was $400. He looked at his dad and said, "These are too expensive, Dad." Roger had already done all the calculations, including the nasty taxes of 17.7%, and knew the total was over $2,500. Roger explained, "We'll trade my old set in on them and I'll take your set from last year. That should bring the price down some. I am going to declare this an investment in your education and take the money from the education fund your mother and I have saved for you. I will put the money back in over the next year and half." Dave thanked his father and they returned to the pro shop. The club pro ordered a new set of irons adjusted to fit Dave's measurements. The driver and three- wood were in stock and Dave took them home that day. The irons were expected to arrive before the end of the week. The club pro said, "The clubs should be here for opening day next Saturday." Dave thanked his father over and over, all the way home. Dave went out with John that night. They hung out at McDonalds as usual. Dave was a little surprised and jealous when he saw Katherine with another guy he knew from school, but deep down he was happy for her. He knew he couldn't commit to her and she was too nice to be alone for long. On Sunday Dave received a surprise e-mail from Sarah Thurlow in England. Dave and Sarah had been conversing by e-mail all winter. The surprise was an invitation to visit her after school finished for the year. She explained that her father wanted to show his gratitude for what Dave had done the previous summer and proposed to fly Dave to England for an all-expense-paid two week vacation. She said the flight was tentatively booked for June 25th with a return flight on July 9th. Dave asked his parents for permission to go on the trip and they said they would call the Thurlows that evening to get all the details. After his parents worked out the details with Sarah's parents, Dave spoke to Sarah. It had been nine months since he had heard her soft English voice. They were both very excited about the impending trip. Sarah promised to arrange some golf for him and told him to bring his clubs. Dave thanked his parents a hundred times before he went to bed that night. He lay in bed thinking how his summer schedule had just gotten a lot fuller and he would have to rearrange his planned tournament schedule again. He happily fell asleep thinking about his princess and the melody of her voice. Final exams were drawing near and Dave studied hard to get prepared. He hit balls after school everyday then spent the evenings studying or surfing for US universities. Tuesday was the first day he could drive to the golf course after school - he was totally happy to have his freedom back. Dave's new irons arrived on Friday and he raced to Hornsby after school to get them. He hit balls for three hours. He was hitting his new irons for slightly longer distance than the previous summer - but only about ten yards. What he really liked was the weight and feel of the new clubs and he was anxious to play on opening day. He was building confidence that his accuracy would improve more than his distance. After he arrived home from the course, he got a call from John and they went out for the night. Dave picked John up for a welcome change; they drove around for a while chatting before going to McDonalds. John was particularly excited, talking about the scouts who had approached him. Dave quietly listened to his friend and inwardly hoped the best for him. At McDonalds, Dave and John sat with several of their teammates. Because the Islanders team was made up of players from all over the province, most of the players didn't go to the same school as Dave and John. But Rudy was there with his girlfriend as was Ken Jackson. They talked for a while catching up on the previous month. Dave saw Katherine walk in with a different guy from the previous week. When she noticed him, he just smiled and waved a brief hello. Dave asked John what he was doing the following night and John told him that he and Heather were going to a movie. Dave just nodded as he thought about spending another weekend night home alone. He decided right then to find a date for the following night. While John was talking to Ken and Rudy he saw a girl from school. Her name was Vickie and she was a pretty brunette. She was sitting nearby with one of her girlfriends, and Dave decided to go ask her out. Dave walked over to where they were sitting and asked if he could join them. Both girls looked surprised but pleased by the interruption. Dave sat beside Vickie and joined their conversation about school. After chatting for a while Dave asked, "Vickie, I was wondering if you would like to go to a show with me tomorrow night?" Vickie's face lit up and Dave thought she was going to say yes but her expression suddenly changed to a very serious look and she replied, "I'd like to, Dave, but I can't." Dave was stunned. He had prepared for a rejection but then, when her face initially lit up, he was sure she would say yes. Hurt by the rejection, he slinked away back to his seat with John. John asked him what he had done and, after he told him, John stared at him as if he was the stupidest person in the world. Dave looked questioningly at John and John finally pointed over to Vickie. Dave turned and looked to where Vickie was sitting. Katherine was sitting with Vickie while her date was sitting at the other side of the restaurant. Katherine and Vickie were making gestures towards Dave and, like a ton of bricks landing on his head, the weight of his error hit him. Vickie was one of Katherine's good friends. At first he felt like a fool but then he thought about Katherine dating other people and decided he had nothing to feel bad about. Dave glanced over at Vickie again and Katherine was gone. He looked over where Katherine's date had been but her date was gone as well. A few minutes later Vickie walked up beside him and she asked, "Can I speak to you, Dave?" Dave nodded and followed her to an empty booth. She began, "Dave, I would like to go out with you but Katherine is my best friend and she would be very mad at me if I dated you. She still loves you very much and is hoping you will ask her out again." Dave was only a little surprised by Vickie's words and he replied, "I had thought about asking her out but I don't want to hurt her any more than I already have. I really like her a lot but I am going to be getting back together with my girlfriend from last summer in July, so I would just be leading her on. Besides she is starting to date again and I don't want to stop her from finding someone else." Vickie looked at Dave very seriously, "She's not actually dating; she's only going out because she wants to make you jealous. She doesn't care about those guys - she wants you." Dave was happy to hear this but he asked, "Vickie, what do you think I should do? I don't want to hurt Katherine but I would love to date her until the end of school." Vickie thought for a minute then looked Dave in the eyes and replied, "I know she would like to be dating you. She wants more and seeing you in school everyday drives her crazy. If you explain to her that you want to date her until the end of school, with no strings attached after that, I think she would like that. Just make it clear that, when school ends, so does your dating. If she is going to get over you, it will be easier over the summer when she is busy with her soccer and other friends." Surprised at the depth of Vickie's advice, Dave needed a few seconds to think. Finally, he nodded agreement, "Are you sure she will go for that?" Vickie replied, "Definitely." He thanked Vickie and went back to sit with John. After explaining everything to John they left. He dropped John at his house and went home and went to bed. Dave slept in on Saturday until nine-thirty. After showering he called Katherine. She answered the phone and Dave asked, "How are you today?" Katherine replied, "Good, thanks." Dave continued, "Are you doing anything tonight?" After a long pause she answered in a quiet voice, "No, why?" Dave's stomach was beginning to churn and he wondered why he was so nervous, "Would you like to go to a movie with me?" Another pregnant pause and Dave was expecting to be told off but she finally said, "I guess so." Dave felt a little better but he could feel the tension in the flatness of Katherine's voice, "I'm playing golf this afternoon and won't be finished until after five. Can I pick you up at seven, then we could go out to eat before the show?" With a short "okay" for a response Katherine was gone and Dave was instantly wondering if this had been such a good idea. Dave went to the golf course shortly after the phone call and hit balls for a few hours before his tee time. John showed up about ten minutes before the tee time. They talked briefly before they were called to the tee. They spent the day golfing but John continued to talk more about hockey than golf. He explained that his father had hired Elliott MacEachern to develop a training program so he would be ready for hockey training camp in August. Dave asked when in the August training camp started and John told him the second week. Dave immediately thought how that was too close to the National Junior Golf Tournament. He didn't bother explaining that to John who was obviously more excited about his hockey. Dave loved his new clubs but Hornsby's greens were in really poor shape. There were a lot of dead spots and the greens were very rough to putt on. Dave scrapped out a seventy-one but was initially more surprised that John shot eighty. After some thought he realized John was quickly losing his golf focus and golf was becoming just a leisure sport as hockey moved into the passion sport role. Dave went home and showered before his date with Katherine. As the water beat down on him he thought how the day was surrounded with uncertainty. John's golf future was now very uncertain as his hockey dreams took over all his thoughts. Dave's future with Katherine was also uncertain - his love life had become so complex. He was lonely and wanted to be with someone but Jennifer was a province away. He truly cared for Katherine but feared that momentary lust would take control of him and he would do something with Katherine that would jeopardize his summer with Jennifer. He tossed scenarios through his mind until the water suddenly turned cold, shaking him from his reverie. He decided to date Katherine but under no circumstance allow their sexual relationship to advance beyond its current boundaries. As he dressed for the evening out, he continued to wonder if dating Katherine would work out. He also began thinking forward to his trip to England and getting to really know more about Sarah.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Nineteen - Home Sweet Home Dave awoke still cuddled between Sarah and Roxanne - he looked at the clock and saw it was seven-thirty. The plan had been to leave at eight-thirty for the airport so he could enjoy the feeling of the two women in his arms just a little longer. After about ten minutes, he gently woke them and they both groggily shook the cobwebs from their heads. After giving Dave a tender good morning kiss, each slipped out the door. Dave got up and went through his morning routine. He then finished packing and carried his clubs and bags to the front door. He left them ready for his departure before he went to the dining room. The table was set but no one had arrived yet so Dave went into the kitchen. The cook, Margaret, was very surprised to see him. He thanked her for all her wonderful meals and hugged her goodbye. She was quite flabbergasted by his action but, as she thought about it, she realized he was not like any of Sarah's other friends. When Dave exited the kitchen the Thurlows had arrived in the dining room and were sitting waiting for him. He sat with them as James went into the kitchen to get their breakfasts. Sarah was very quiet during the meal. After the meal Sarah's parents left the room to prepare to go to the airport. Dave stood and thanked James for all his assistance during the two weeks. Dave put out his hand to shake but James wouldn't shake his hand. Dave finally said, "James, I really appreciate everything you have done for me. I know a handshake is a small token of thanks but that is all I can offer." James then hesitantly shook Dave's hand and thanked him in return. Dave put his arm around Sarah and they walked to the front door. Sarah was still very quiet. He picked up his belongings and walked outside. Roxanne was waiting for him and he hugged and kissed her on the cheek. He whispered, "I had a wonderful two weeks. I will never forget you and I look forward to you and Sarah someday modeling that lingerie for me. Please look after Sarah." Roxanne blushed slightly before wishing him a good trip home. Dave noticed tears in her eyes as she left before Sarah's parents would come out of the residence. Dave felt a twinge of sadness thinking how much Roxanne had opened up to him and Sarah during his visit. He was shaken from his thoughts by the approach of Raymond who helped him put his stuff in the trunk. Dave then turned to Raymond, "Thank you for driving me everywhere. I really appreciated it." Dave put out his hand and Raymond immediately shook the young man's hand. Raymond replied, "It was a pleasure, Dave. Best of luck with your golf and take care of yourself." Dave nodded as he heard the front door open and Sarah's parents joined them next to the car. Dave climbed in back after Sarah and before her parents. The drive passed quickly and Sarah remained very quiet but Dave held her in his arms during the entire drive. When they arrived at the airport, Raymond found a baggage cart and loaded Dave's things onto it as the two couples climbed out of the car. He led the way to the check-in counter where he said a final farewell to Dave, "Have a nice trip home, sir." Dave smiled and replied, "Thank you again, Raymond. Take care of yourself." Dave passed his ticket and passport to the attendant at the check-in counter while Sarah hugged his side; she clearly did not want to let him go. After being told his gate number, he took his backpack in hand and walked to the security area with Sarah still glued to his side. It was now forty-five minutes before his ten o'clock departure so he spent a few final minutes with the Thurlows. Lord Thurlow and Lady Diana both wished him well and thanked him for visiting. They then walked a slight distance away to give Sarah a few final moments to say goodbye. Tears were running down Sarah's face in a steady stream as Dave hugged her tightly. He whispered, "I love you and I will miss you very much. I will e-mail you the first chance I get but it might be a week or so - we don't have a computer at the campground." Sarah stared up at Dave, "I don't know if I can do this. I need you, you can't leave." Dave squeezed her a little tighter and replied, "I know; it will be hard for me too. But you have your friends and you now have Roxanne. Take good care of her for me because she needs a lot of loving." Sarah smiled briefly, "I think we will be very close from this time forward." Dave kissed her on the nose, "I know you will." He then just held her close memorizing how she felt and how she smelled. He didn't want to forget his special princess and he knew he wouldn't. After several minutes of just holding each other, Dave finally said, "I will always love you. Call me anytime if you ever need to talk. I better get going." Sarah wouldn't let him go for a few moments; but finally just nodded, as she was unable to speak clearly. She sobbed, "I love you, Dave" before she turned and ran to her mother. Dave watched as Lady Diana opened her arms to her daughter and Dave thought how, even though Lady Diana seldom showed a lot of affection to her daughter, she definitely loved her very much. He simply waved to them as he turned to walk through security. He emptied his pockets and placed the contents plus his Walkman in a plastic tray before he placed his backpack on the conveyor next to the tray. They disappeared through the scanning machine. Just before Dave walked through the metal detector, he turned and waved a final good bye to the Thurlows. Sarah was still crying under her mother's arm but she waved to him as he disappeared from sight. Dave retrieved his things and headed for the gate. The wait was filled with thoughts of his vacation and about the two new English lovers who would now forever remain in his memory. The flight went to Montreal, Quebec first where Dave and the other passengers cleared customs; after a very brief layover, Dave was on a flight to QAI. The day seemed long but when the plane finally landed in Edwardton it was only three- thirty in the afternoon local time. He felt a little weary as he walked down the stairs of the plane and headed for the door leading to his family. As soon as he walked through the door, Jennifer launched herself into his arms and he kissed her tenderly. It seemed strange to be finally hugging the love of his life when he could still smell and feel Sarah's presence on his clothes. His parents and sisters joined Jennifer in her welcome and Dave was very happy to see all of their faces. He talked animatedly about London and France and about his golf experience. His bags soon came through the carrousel and they walked out of the airport. It was a hot summer day and Dave climbed into the family van for the twenty-minute drive to North Beach. Along the way, Dave was peppered with questions about the Thurlows and their lifestyle. They were amazed that Dave had needed a guide to get around the residence for the first few days. When they arrived, Jennifer's parents already had the barbecue in full operation and within thirty minutes a huge buffet of food covered two picnic tables. Dave devoured a huge steak before he polished off some ribs and several different types of salads. He had zoned out all his family and friends as he ate and, when he finally looked up, they were all staring at him and smiling. His mother finally asked, "Did they starve you in London?" He laughed as he replied, "No, actually they fed me quite well; the food however was very extravagant. But I guess I'm not the ritzy type - I like a good barbecue better. I really missed this food and all of you." Everyone chuckled as Dave just shrugged his shoulders. He thought it was nice to be back home with less formal discussions that included a bit of teasing. After everyone had finished eating, Jennifer asked Dave, "Are you too tired to go for a walk?" Dave took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, "I could walk the length of the island if you wanted me to. I have missed you so much that I would love to spend some special time with you." Dave started to help clean up but his mother, who obviously knew what 'special time' meant, quickly said, "You two run along. We will clean this up." Dave nodded thanks before Jennifer took his hand in hers and pulled him towards the golf course. Dave knew immediately where they were headed and why; he put his arm around her shoulder as they strolled through the trees separating his campsite from Hawks Hallow. Dave looked at the second green and thought how he couldn't wait to play an Island course again and shoot right at the pins knowing the ball would stick and not run. His attention quickly turned back to Jennifer and he asked, "So, what have you been up to?" She explained that she and Anne had had a wonderful week and they had opened the Love Hut in style. She then talked about her final week at school. Dave asked if she were dating anyone and she replied that she had not dated a single person since he had left Charlestown in the spring. She had decided she only wanted him. She then in turn asked Dave whether he was still dating anyone and he confessed his entire story about Katherine. He had not gone into significant detail about her to Jennifer before but he felt it was important to get his feelings about Katherine out in the open. He explained that he and Katherine had become very close over the winter but after his trip to Charlestown, when Jennifer's father was ill, he realized how much he loved his special summer friend and lover. When he confessed that point to Katherine, they broke up. However, after his return from Alberta he also realized he cared very deeply for Katherine and they agreed on a temporary plan to date again until the end of school when they broke up for the summer. They were half way up the hill to the hut when Dave stopped, turned Jennifer, and stared intently into her eyes. "Jennifer, I love you very deeply. You have been my best friend and there is no one I love more than you. I am not telling you any of this to get you jealous or upset but I think it is very important that you understand my feelings. I love you and that will never change but I have also developed very deep feelings for Katherine. When Katherine and I broke up I told her I hoped she could find someone who would love her the way she deserves. I told her that a huge part of my heart belongs to you and I could not give her all my love as long I have these feelings for you. She was obviously very upset but I think she understood. I suggested she move on and find someone else but we also agreed that if, and that's a big if, we are both available in the fall then we might get back together." Jennifer's expression remained constant as she listened carefully to Dave and his declaration of love. When he was finished she looked intently in his eyes and replied, "I love you very much as well. I couldn't get you out of my mind no matter how much my friends tried to pull me away from you. I knew I needed you. I understand how hurt you were when I abandoned you last fall because, to tell you the truth, I was devastated when you wouldn't make love to me this spring when we were together in the same bed. "When you arrived in Charlestown, I was incredibly upset over Dad but when I found out he was going to be okay I mostly wanted to make love with you. I couldn't believe when you said you were seeing someone else - I felt betrayed. As we fell asleep that night all I could think about was how awful you must have felt when you drove home last fall. I was such a bitch to you but you didn't seem to get bitter. You called me that Sunday and, even after I attacked you again, you politely broke up with me. I never forgot that. I was totally confused at that point but you didn't attack me. Mom and Dad sat me down and gave me a good talking to but it still took a couple days for everything to sink in. When it did, I was ashamed of how I treated you. "I swore I would win you back, if and when I had a chance - but finding out you moved on hurt more than I could ever have expected. I thought about it a lot after you left Charlestown in the spring and I will understand if you only want to be friends with me instead of lovers." Dave cut her off, "No. Hell, no. I need you and I want you too. We will always be friends but I want you as my lover as well." He kissed her passionately before they turned and resumed their walk up the hill. Jennifer continued to speak as they neared the hut, "As I started to say, I understand how Katherine must feel. I'm sure she has fallen in love with you and the difference is you broke up with her because of me. She must hate me. I don't know where our relationship will go in the long term but I think this year, when the summer is over, we should also seriously consider breaking up and see where we stand by the next summer. I think we both learned that a long distance relationship is just too complicated. I only ask you to make me one promise." She waited for Dave to nod before she continued, "Please promise that, if you ever decide that you want to be with someone besides me, that you tell me. I know I will be hurt but it would be better if you tell me immediately." They were now standing in front of the hut. They walked through the door and Dave took a quick look around before he turned to her and pulled her into his arms. "I promise I will tell you - but I don't expect my feelings to change in the near future. Please make the same promise to me as well. Don't ever hold anything back from me again; I think it might destroy me if it happened again." A tear formed in Jennifer's eye and she whispered, "I promise I will never hurt you like that again. I love you." He replied, "I love you, too" They kissed softly before she asked, "How is Sarah?" Dave smiled, "She is very good. She went through a tough time last fall but she is doing very well now." Jennifer looked kind of pensive when she asked, "Did you sleep with her?" Dave looked Jennifer in the eye and replied truthfully and simply, "Yes." He felt slightly guilty as soon as Jennifer asked her question, but, because in his heart he knew he was not dating Jennifer at the time, his biggest concern was whether his intimacy with Sarah bothered Jennifer. He asked straightforwardly, "Does that bother you? She looked down at her hands and replied, "A little; but I know we weren't together officially. I could probably get mad at you but then I think about me dating Alex while we were still officially together. I know I would be a hypocrite if I chastise you for being with Sarah. Besides I know Sarah and she is very sweet. I know how much she fell for you out in BC and I suspected she would want to make love to you. But that's enough talk for now about everyone else in our lives; please make love to me - I've missed you and I desperately need you." Dave took Jennifer in his arms and immediately felt her large breasts push against his stomach. She was still significantly shorter than him and he had to lean down to kiss her. She was slightly taller than Sarah but shorter than Roxanne. Her breasts were larger than either and firmer than Sarah's. He remembered how good she felt in his arms the previous summer and he quickly re- adjusted to his sweetheart. He felt her hand go for his quickly hardening member as he caressed one of her round globes through her tee-shirt. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, deftly removed her bra, and eagerly lowered his mouth to her waiting breast. He had briefly caressed her breasts this spring but he had not sucked them since last fall and he quickly re-familiarized himself with her large rubbery nipples. She gasped as he sucked one into his mouth and her hands massaged his head as he made love to her. He unfastened her shorts and smoothly slid them down her legs with her panties. He dropped to his knees and was slightly surprised to see her completely bare. He had remembered a small tuft of blonde hair had been there last spring. Jennifer noticed his questioning look and she whispered, "Ann and I had a little fun last week - we shaved each other. I'll tell you all about it some other time but, right now, please don't stop." He felt his dick lurch at the vision of Ann shaving Jennifer and he quickly began kissing her thigh. He caressed her ass as he moved methodically up towards her soft lips. He could smell her excitement and he couldn't wait any longer as he slid his tongue into her wet slit. Her taste and smell was intoxicating and he felt ecstatic to have Jennifer back in his arms. Of the three women he had tasted in the past two days, this was the right one for him. He made soft tender love to her as her hands ran through his hair. He moved one finger to her opening and slid it inside her as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Jennifer gasped and pleaded with him to suck her clit. He added a second finger and began a steady rhythm of fingering her love hole and sucking her clit. Jennifer's breathing sped up and he intensified his efforts to bring her to a quick and satisfying orgasm. She slowly peaked and called out as her orgasm filled her senses. She continued to massage his head as she slowly recovered. Dave licked and teased her oozing pussy as she eventually recovered and gasped, "That felt wonderful - but what I would really like is to feel you inside me. I'm on the pill now so you don't have to wear a condom and I want to feel all of you inside me right now." Dave noticed a blanket, new and different from last year's, sitting on the shelf so he stood, picked it up, and spread it out on the clay floor. He gently placed Jennifer in the middle of the blanket and moved between her legs. She watched him place his crown at her entrance and, as he slid inside her for the first time without a condom, she moaned and gasped, "That feels so good. I have thought about this all winter. Please fuck me." Dave thought how he had heard the same words from Sarah and Roxanne the previous day in England. He briefly thought of them cavorting in the pool-house but, before Jennifer noticed his mind wonder, he quickly continued what he started. Dave pushed in gently until he was fully seated then he kissed her softly as he slowly withdrew. He placed one of his hands on her full breast and tweaked her nipple as he thrust back into her. She moaned out loud and begged him to go faster. He methodically increased his pace and was soon pistoning in and out of her at a feverish speed. He felt his climax building but held off until he felt her begin to shake through her second orgasm. When she peaked, he let the floodgates open and drove his baby-making seed deep inside his best friend and lover. She gasped as she felt the hot juices fill her and she pulled him tight against her as she rode out her intense orgasm. He remained on top of her as he slowly recovered and she held him tight not letting him slip out of her grasp. His wilting penis remained in her hot cave and he felt as if he were in heaven. They held each other close for a long time. Neither wanted their reunion to ever end. After about ten minutes, Dave rolled to his side and then onto his back with Jennifer still in his arms. He whispered, "God, I missed you. I love you so much." A tear formed in the corner of her eye and she replied, "I thought I chased you away last fall. I'll never do that again. I love you and I need you in my life, always." He kissed her and they remained cuddled together for a long time. Eventually, Dave rolled to his side and, as Jennifer lay on her back beside him, he ran his hand through her hair and began to talk about his summer, "I don't know if Dad told you or not but I have a really busy summer planned. I am leaving Saturday for North Carolina and then, after the Merit Tour finals, I'm going to the nationals and then back to the US for another tournament. I'm going to be away a lot so we may not have as much time together as we did last year." Jennifer was looking dreamily into his eyes and she replied, "I guess we'll just have to make the best of the time we do have. I'm so happy to have you back in my life that I will take every minute you will give me. Your father did warn me about the impending trips and I know how important getting a US scholarship is to you so I will understand when you abandon me and go practicing. I'll just make sure I make the best of the time we do have together." She smiled as she teased him about abandoning her and he got her little joke. He kissed her tenderly and repeated, "I love you." When she mentioned the scholarship he remembered Lord Thurlow's gift and he immediately started to tell her all about his trip. He went into significant detail about all of the exciting things that had happened and even included everything that happened with Roxanne. After listening to Dave for thirty minutes, Jennifer just smiled and said, "I'm truly happy Sarah has someone to keep her mind off you - I know I would have had a tough couple of weeks if I didn't have Ann. What did you think of London and England? Could you ever see yourself moving there?" Dave had been somewhat worried about Jennifer's reaction to knowing there had been two women in England; he was surprised and relieved when she seemed to think that two were less threatening than one. Quickly moving on, he replied to her question, "I loved the city but the environment Sarah lives in is so far from what I am used to that I could never live that lifestyle. It was interesting to have servants waiting on every word but I didn't enjoy the feeling that I was probably supposed to act superior to them. The servants are very nice people and I like to treat people as friends - not my caretakers. I guess, truthfully, I could not imagine living that high society lifestyle." Jennifer was relieved because initially she had been worried about Sarah and the influence her money could have; but deep in her heart she never really felt threatened by Sarah, or Roxanne, because she knew that, at his core, Dave was just a very nice normal guy and he could never live in the bubble Sarah's life seemed to resemble. She then thought about Katherine and, for the first time, she considered how deeply Dave cared for her. The previous summer she had pushed Dave into Ann's arms and she had gotten jealous of Ann - but that was mostly because Ann and Dave were each other's first lovers and that was something very special. She knew they would always be close but Ann never really got to know the real Dave - the thoughtful, loving, giving Dave who would never intentionally hurt anyone and who would always risk himself for others. Jennifer never really felt threatened by Ann, partly because she also loved Ann. Katherine, however, was totally different. Katherine obviously supported Dave when she had hurt him and Dave's feelings for Katherine obviously ran much deeper than even Dave acknowledged. She wasn't sure what or if she should do anything about Katherine but she knew there was definitely a potential problem on the horizon. Dave noticed Jennifer's thoughtful look and asked, "Is something wrong?" She smiled and replied, "No, I was just imagining what it would be like to lie on a beach with both of us naked. I don't know how I could resist you." Dave kissed her and replied, "That would make two of use. I love you so much I don't think I could keep my hands off you. At the very least, I would be digging gopher holes in the sand. Of course, having lots of topless people wandering by could slow us down!" They talked for a little longer before getting dressed and walking back to their trailers. It was a quiet walk back to the campsite as both seemed to reflect on everything Dave had said. Dave compared the start of the previous summer to the start of this one. Last year he only had one thing on his mind - golf. He didn't have much confidence around girls he didn't already know but he had quickly fallen for Ann. There were some rough times before he realized how he and Jennifer loved each other as more than just friends. This summer he had gone to England with significantly more confidence and actually pursued Roxanne along with Sarah. His feelings for both Sarah and Roxanne had grown quite deep but those feelings could never be compared to how much he loved Jennifer. She was his best friend and no one beside John and his family knew him as well as Jennifer. He had been a little nervous that maybe he wouldn't love Jennifer as much as he had last summer but after being with her for only a few hours he definitely knew his love for her was still very, very strong. When Dave and Jennifer arrived back at the campsite everyone was still there. Julie and Beth had just returned from the pool when Dave announced he had some small gifts. He went into the trailer and opened his suitcase. He moved the large envelope to the side and pulled out all the gifts he had purchased. He walked out of the trailer carrying several bags. He passed Julie and Beth their gifts and they opened the clocks and thanked him with shining eyes. He then passed his mother her gift and she opened it. She kissed him before she added the charm to her bracelet with a quiet smile on her lips. Dave then passed his father a bag. Roger opened it and pulled out the logo golf shirt and hat. He held up the shirt, put on the hat, and then thanked Dave. Dave then showed everyone the bobby's hat he had gotten for Alan and the golf hat he also got for John. He teasingly said 'that's all' until he got a stern look from his mother. He finally said, "I'm just teasing, I saved something for last. I hope you like it, Jennifer." He handed her the small box and she opened it. She pulled out the small bracelet and he said, "It's for your ankle." She smiled and handed it to him so he could put it on. He held her leg tenderly then fastened the bracelet. She jumped into his lap and kissed him passionately. Dave felt a kind of strangeness kissing Jennifer so passionately in front of his and her family but, when she sat back in her chair neither family had made any fuss, so he shrugged it off. It was clear that everyone was comfortable with Dave and Jennifer being very, very close. His parents asked about his trip and he went into significant detail for them about the way the Thurlows lived and his golf experiences. He briefly talked about the day on the bus and, after being probed for more information, he told them most of the gory details. He still wasn't comfortable talking about it because the enormous risk he took still sent shivers up his spine. He talked about the beautiful beaches on the French Rivera but said the beaches on QAI were much nicer to walk on and were actually prettier. He finally asked, "Mom, Dad, can I talk to both of you alone. I have something very important we need to discuss." Dave led them into the trailer and he handed his father the envelope as soon as the door was closed. He explained as his father opened the envelope, "Lord Thurlow was very grateful for me saving Sarah not once but twice and he insisted I take this. I tried to refuse but he can be a very persuasive man. He said it is a trust for my schooling in the amount of one hundred thousand pounds." Both his parent's jaws dropped open and his mother gasped. Dave continued, "Yeah, I kind of had the same reaction. As I said, I tried to refuse but he would hear nothing of it. He wanted me to give this package to you, as you are both trustees. I'm not sure what you want to do but I wouldn't be the least upset if you sent it back to him. It is way too much - I was happy with a simple thank you." Roger finally seemed to shake off the initial shock and he explained, "I will definitely have a talk with Lord Thurlow tomorrow, but I doubt it will do much good. I had a similar debate with him last fall when he paid all your hospital bills. I agree he is a tremendously persuasive man and, as a father, I can understand his total gratitude for your rescuing his only child. Last year I wanted to know more about him; so while we were in BC I called Alan here at home and he used his police contacts to get some background information on Lord Thurlow. Apparently he comes from old money in England but he is also a very smart businessman and has built his family's large wealth into a huge empire. Alan said he was worth hundreds of millions of pounds. His wealth doesn't change the fact that we should not accept this but he is persuasive and I doubt we will be able to talk him out of it. We may have to accept in order for him to feel this family understands his feelings and a need to do something towards closure. I'll look into it tomorrow." Roger went into his bedroom to put the envelope away. When he returned they walked out of the trailer together. Dave was a little tired from the long day but he wanted to go for a walk so he asked Jennifer to join him. They walked to the front of the campground and met up with several friends near the pool. Their friend's chatter was all about the just-completed year-end exams, music, and what movies would be showing that summer; it was a long way from exploding terrorists, topless beaches, and chauffer-driven limousines - the total normality made Dave feel very relaxed and at-home. The sunset lit up the sky as Dave and Jennifer returned to their trailers. They walked hand-in-hand and Dave was truly happy to be where he belonged. As they arrived at the trailer their parents were still up. Dave asked if Jennifer could stay with him inside until he was ready to go to sleep. Both sets of parents matter-of-factly agreed and the two teens entered the trailer. Dave stripped down to his boxers and climbed onto the pullout bed he called home during the summer. Jennifer cuddled with him and he quickly fell asleep thinking of his wonderful afternoon with her. The next sound he heard was his alarm ringing. He looked at the time, six- thirty, and he considered rolling over and going back to sleep. But he knew he had to practice. The competition in the US was going to be very tough and he wanted to stay at the top of his game - he had to practice very hard. Dave quietly got dressed and took his clubs outside. He returned and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, pee, and freshen up. He then took some cereal, milk, a bowl, a spoon, and a cup outside. He was eating Frosted Flakes when a squirrel trotted up beside him. Dave tossed the squirrel a piece of cereal and they ate together. The squirrel sat on its haunches and nibbled. Dave talked to the squirrel like an old friend, "Hi, squirrel; I see you start early in the morning too. Can I sign you to a contract?" Dave chuckled to himself when he thought about a joke a fellow golfer once told him. They were playing a hole when the stranger hit a ball into the woods. There was a long delay before the ball suddenly bounced out of the woods. The stranger turned to Dave and said, "I have the squirrels under contract." Dave had laughed so hard he didn't play well for three holes. He never forgot that story. After he finished eating, Dave took his clubs and walked the short distance to the practice range. He set his clubs down before he went to the pro shop and got several buckets of balls. He ended up talking to the pro for almost a half hour before he got back to the practice tee. The pro had asked about his recovery and offered Dave any assistance he could give. Dave had thanked him before he left for the range. Dave practiced hard until ten o'clock. He spent an hour and half in the sand trap hitting both short and long shots. He worked on his short irons until he finally looked at his watch. He put his clubs in storage and walked back to the campsite. His family and Jennifer's family were awaiting his return and had packed the two vans for a day at the beach. Dave changed quickly into his bathing suit and soon both vans were driving down the red clay road towards the beach. It was a hot day and Dave loved being back on the beach where he grew up. The sand was soft under his feet and he told everyone about the strange and varied textures of the French Riviera beaches. He and Jennifer spent a wonderful day together. They snorkeled for a couple of hours before they went for a long walk. They walked to their special place near the North Beach golf course. They sat and watched several groups of golfers hit onto the par-three sixteenth hole before they strolled back to the beach. Dave truly loved having Jennifer back under his arm - it had been a long winter without his best friend. They stayed at the beach until late in the evening. Jennifer and Dave drove back to the campsite with Jennifer's parents and as they were driving Jennifer casually asked, "Did your parents tell you about our surprise? Our surprise visitor coming in two weeks?" Dave looked at her quickly. He had totally forgot about the surprise his father mentioned. This had to be what he was talking about. He immediately replied, "No. Who's coming?" Jennifer smiled as she looked away from Dave and out the window of the van, "I'm sworn to secrecy. I'll never tell." Dave pestered Jennifer and then her parents but they were having too much fun to tell him. As soon as their van stopped at the campsite, Dave jumped out and ran to his father, "Who's coming to visit?" Roger laughed. He had thought how mature and responsible Dave had become but now he realized how much a teen Dave still was. He was jumping around like a kid in a candy store. Roger finally said, "Okay, Dave, I'll tell you. Samantha, your nurse from BC, is coming to visit. That is the surprise I mentioned when you called from England." Dave immediately pictured his red haired beautiful nurse and the intimate sponge baths she had given him. Jennifer walked up beside Dave and he felt a little embarrassed to be thinking nasty thoughts about another woman when he had just been reunited with Jennifer but he couldn't help himself. He had developed quite an infatuation for the gorgeous redhead in the white uniform. He was just staring into space as his father walked away laughing. Jennifer finally slipped her hand across his slightly tented shorts and she whispered, "I hope we both get some special duty time with her this time." Dave turned and stared at a smiling Jennifer. He kissed her before he asked, "Would you like that?" She replied, "Definitely, I'll never forget the hot kiss I had with her before we left Vancouver. I think we will have a very exciting ten days while she is here." Dave and Jennifer spent a quiet evening watching television in his trailer. He had not watched any television while he was in London and it was nice to just relax in front of the tube. Later, Dave walked Jennifer to her trailer and kissed her goodnight in their special place between the two trailers. He was not quite prepared when Jennifer slipped to her knees, opened his shorts, and sucked him into her mouth. In his surprise, he quickly came as Jennifer used her mouth and tongue to extract his seed. "That's to help you get over any jet-lag," she said with a grin. Speechless, he kissed her and held her tight to his chest. He said he would see her tomorrow afternoon and asked if she would like to drive to town and see a movie. She said that would be nice. She knew he had a golf game planned with his father and uncle Alan for the next day. Dave went back to his trailer, still enjoying the soft warm feeling from Jennifer's jet-lag treatment; his father was waiting for him. Roger explained that he spoke to Lord Thurlow and, as he had suspected, he could not convince the gentleman to take back his money. It was a family-to-family bond, not just money. Dave nodded as he also had expected as much and Roger looked very seriously at Dave, "This means you can go to any college you want. You don't necessarily have to get a scholarship but that doesn't mean you should suddenly start to goof off. I have seen you invest too much time into your game to allow it to be wasted. If you lose interest, than that's a different matter, but I am confident you will continue to strive for a US scholarship." Dave looked into his father's eyes, "Right now there is nothing I want more than to have my choice of what college in the US I want to attend. I won't slack off. I promise." Roger hugged his son, "I know you won't, Dave, but I had to say it. Alan is meeting me here at nine-thirty so we should see you around ten. Our tee-time is ten-fifteen." Dave went to bed and slept soundly. He woke when Julie and Beth arrived home from their dates. After Beth went to bed Julie jumped on him and kissed him on the cheek. She asked, "So did you make it with that pretty English girl?" Dave told her everything and Julie looked a little flustered after he told her about the exciting send-off with both Sarah and Roxanne. Julie slid her hand under the blanket and massaged his hard-on. He was also excited from the graphic description of his time with the two English maidens. Julie finally whispered, "I almost wish I were unattached. I miss my time with you and Jennifer but I can't be unfaithful. I better go to bed before my body betrays my mind." She gave Dave's hardness a final squeeze before she went into the room she shared with Beth. Dave fell back to sleep remembering his good time with Julie and Jennifer. The alarm again woke him and he did his morning routine before sitting down with his breakfast. A squirrel again trotted up to him and he laughed, "So, did you decide on the contract?" He tossed him some more food and enjoyed the quiet morning noises. The birds were chirping and it looked like another beautiful day. Dave spent the morning chipping and putting. He wanted to get used to landing his pitch shots on the softer greens. Just before ten, Roger and Alan joined him on the green. Alan asked how his trip was and Dave told him it was incredible. Dave spent the whole golf game talking about his trip, bump-and-run, the tournament, and friendly play; Dave was not very focused on his game but he still managed to shoot a solid sixty-nine. Roger shot seventy-nine and Alan was eighty-one. When they got back to the trailer, Dave presented Alan with his hat and he was very appreciative of both the hat itself and that Dave had taken the extra time to make a contact with a fellow collector in England. Dave asked about getting a hat from Alan to return to England. Alan promised he would drop one off the next time he was out to visit. Jennifer was glad to see Dave get home from golf. They went for a swim in the pool before returning for an early supper. Dave called John to see if he wanted to go to the show as well. John said he and his girlfriend would meet them at the cinemas. When Dave and Jennifer got to the show they met up with John and his new girlfriend. Dave kind of chuckled as John seemed to go through girls fairly quickly ever since they had met the twins. Dave and John caught up on everything and Dave asked how the Merit Tour was going. John just shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't look like I'm going to be going to the nationals this year. You however are still leading by a small margin. I probably couldn't have gone because of hockey camp anyway. You'll have to win the national title for both of us." Dave shook his friends hand and replied, "It won't be the same without you - but I'll do my best." The show was an action movie and, after it was over, Dave suggested going to McDonalds. Dave asked Jennifer and she thought it would be fun. They had been there about a half hour and were sitting with some of Dave and John's friends when Dave saw Katherine walk in with her friends, Helen and Vickie. Dave noticed them and waved casually. They went to sit with Katherine's cousin, Susie Gamble. Jennifer saw Dave wave and asked who the three girls were. When he explained she asked which one was Katherine. He pointed her out and Jennifer just nodded as a face and body were put on her competition. They stayed at McDonalds for a little longer before Dave explained, "I have to get going home. I need to pack before I leave tomorrow and I also need a good night sleep for my round tomorrow." He and Jennifer said goodbye to everyone and left for North Beach. The drive home was filled with casual discussion and Dave said he would miss Jennifer while he was gone. He asked her if it bothered her to see Katherine and she told him that she thought Katherine was very pretty. She said she could tell he still cared for her deeply but she felt sad for Katherine more than mad because she knew what it was like to want him and not be able to have him. It was almost eleven when Dave pulled his father's car into the campground. He walked Jennifer to her trailer and kissed her goodnight. She said she would see him in the morning before he left. Dave went to his trailer but he couldn't get right to sleep. His mind jumped from Jennifer to Katherine. He loved them both and he was curious to know if Katherine had started dating. He shook his head as he thought that Jennifer was his girlfriend and he shouldn't be thinking about Katherine but her crying face running into the house the last night they were together kept slipping back into his thoughts. He finally fell to sleep thinking about his upcoming trip to the US and dreaming of getting a scholarship. Sarah and Roxanne, the rich lifestyle, and even bump-and-run golf did not make an appearance in his reverie. He seemed to be quickly settling back into his summer routine.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Eleven - Old is New Dave was staring at the ceiling when he heard, "Are you ready to go?" He looked up at Sarah's pretty smiling face and replied, "Definitely, lead the way." He followed her through the maze she called home and was actually pleased he started to recognize some rooms. They walked out a third backdoor and onto a large deck surrounding an expansive pool. He quickly peeled off his tee-shirt and dove into the warm water. He surfaced and turned to see Sarah bashfully pull off her tee-shirt, walk to the shallow end, and daintily walk down the large pool steps. Her modest pink bikini looked pretty on her and he was surprised that she was not overly tanned. He first thought how, if he had a pool in his backyard, he would spend a lot of time relaxing and sunning. Then he thought about his golf and quickly realized he was much too busy to just lay by the pool. Dave swam a few laps of the pool before he swam over to Sarah. He asked, "You don't look like you sun yourself very much. Do you swim or tan very often?" Sarah replied, "No, actually I don't. I am very busy with my social club at school and I also do volunteer work at the local hospital. I keep very busy." Dave had just stood up beside her and she saw the scar on his right shoulder. She was staring at it when she asked, "Does it hurt anymore?" He touched his scar and replied, "No, not anymore." He noticed she was still staring so he added, "You can touch it, if you want." Hesitantly she reached out and gently ran her fingers over the rough skin. Dave made sure he remained still but the first touch sent a little shock through his whole body. He wasn't sure why but he felt a tingly feeling as she softly caressed his shoulder. He was staring at her soft green eyes and tender-looking lips when she looked directly into his glazed-looking eyes and smiled, "I'm glad your golf wasn't ruined." Dave chuckled, "That makes two of us. But I wouldn't change anything." He looked seriously at Sarah and gently took her other hand in his, "How have you been dealing with everything?" Sarah got very teary-eyed emotional as soon as Dave asked and he pulled her into his arms to comfort her. She explained, "When it first happened I was so worried about you getting injured that I didn't think much about what had been done to me but after you went home, I thought more and more of what could have happened and I got very frightened." She was crying on his shoulder and he was consoling her as she continued with her story, "I was very upset for a few weeks and Mommy took me to see a counselor. The counselor was a former rape victim herself and we had several long, detailed discussions about the whole incident. Even though I wasn't physically raped, I was violated and it took several months to deal with the pain and fear. I'm still nervous when I walk alone in public but now my maid Roxanne goes with me everywhere I go and that helps a lot." Sarah collected herself a little and looked up into Dave's eyes, "I thank God every day that you were there to save me because I don't know if I could have dealt with being physically raped and, worse, had I got pregnant or caught an evil disease..." Sarah started to cry again. Dave hugged her tenderly and whispered, "I'm happy I could be there for you." He held her for several minutes until she calmed down. She finally wiped her eyes, stared down at the water, and whispered bashfully, "I promised myself I wouldn't cry while you were here - but seeing and touching you brought everything back." Dave put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so her eyes were staring into his, "I'm glad I could be there for you then and I'm happy I can be here for you now. If you ever need anything, just ask - we're connected to each other now and I will always do whatever I can to help you." He could see adoration in her eyes and, before he really thought about what he was doing, he leaned into her and gently kissed her on the lips. After only a few seconds of contact Sarah pulled back. She looked surprised; Dave at first though he had made a mistake kissing her - but he soon realized that she was not upset. Sarah was happy he had kissed her but she suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the intimate situation and changed the mood by challenging, "I bet I can race you to the other end of the pool." She immediately swam away from him and he chased after her laughing and calling that she got an unfair head start. He caught her before the end of the pool and matched her strokes so they reached the end together. The sexual tension had been successfully broken and the two teen friends played in the pool for over an hour. As they exited the pool an attractive young women walked out of the house with two towels and passed one to Dave before she helped dry Sarah. Dave dried himself while he stole looks at the pretty woman he assumed to be Sarah's maid, Roxanne. She was taller than Sarah with a stockier build than Sarah who was very petit. Her hair was black and cut very short. She didn't wear any makeup but her natural beauty was almost stunning. The short, almost boyish looking hairstyle was very erotic and Dave's naughty mind began to race. Roxanne glanced over at Dave and caught him staring. A year earlier he would have turned away, embarrassed at being caught, but the new confident Dave smiled warmly. She returned the smile, than continued helping Sarah. After Sarah was dry she introduced Dave to Roxanne, "Dave, this is Roxanne. She has become a very good friend in the six short months she's been helping me live my daily life." Dave put out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Roxanne. Any friend of Sarah's is a friend of mine." Roxanne started to reach for his hand but seemed to catch herself; instead, she nodded to Dave and replied, "Nice to meet you, Sir. I have heard many favorable stories about you." Dave was surprised by her suddenly formal reply but smiled and nodded himself. Roxanne continued, "I brought a change of clothes for you, Milady. Would you like to change in the pool house?" Sarah thanked her, "Yes, thank you Roxanne. Do you mind showing Dave to his room - so he can change for lunch? I don't think he quite knows his way around yet. Dave, I'll come up and get you shortly." Dave nodded agreement with Sarah then followed Roxanne as she led him through the mansion. He enjoyed the view from behind the maid as he watched her hips sway seductively. He thought she must have known he was staring because her hips swished more and more as they got closer to his room. When they arrived in his now familiar hallway she walked to his door, turned and spoke softly, but very formally, "Your room, Sir." Dave snickered at being called sir, he looked into her eyes and replied, "My father is the only one referred to as 'Sir' in my family. I realize you have to keep up appearances but when we're alone, would you please call me Dave?" She smiled and nodded. He then surprised her by taking her hand and kissing it as he said, "It's nice to meet you, Roxanne. I look forward to seeing more of you over the next two weeks." Dave realized the double meaning of his words after he spoke them and smiled warmly. She actually blushed slightly and replied, "Thank you, Dave." Then she walked away leaving him standing by the door. Dave strolled into his room then headed right for the bathroom and a refreshing shower. After cleaning the chlorine off, he stepped out of the shower, dried his body, and walked into his room drying his hair as he walked. He was half- way to the dresser when he heard a squeal from the bed. By reflex he dropped his towel to cover his crotch then glanced over at the bed where a very embarrassed and red-faced Sarah was staring at his naked body. She started to stutter an apology as she looked down at her hands. Dave laughed to himself then boldly cut off her apology, "Don't apologize. I'm not embarrassed if you're not." Sarah stood and started to leave so Dave added, "You don't have to leave if you don't want to - I don't have anything to hide from you." With a wry smile on her face she replied, "Okay." as she sat back on the bed. Dave casually walked over to the dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers. He stepped into them and then turned to face a smiling Sarah. "How should I dress for lunch?" She looked at him quizzically so he added, "Can I wear dress shorts or do I need dress pants?" She nodded understandingly and answered, "Dress shorts are fine. We aren't too formal when we are home - unless we have guests." Dave asked, "Am I considered a guest?" She quickly replied, "Yes, a very special guest - but not one that requires formal dress attire. You may be closer to being family than you realize." Dave walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of pressed dress shorts and a golf shirt. Once he was dressed he did a little turn in front of Sarah and asked, "Do I look okay?" Her face turned red as she said, "I liked you better earlier." Dave chuckled as he walked to the bed and sat down beside her. She was staring into his eyes when he leaned close to her and kissed her passionately. He noticed that she quivered in his arms as he pulled her close. The kiss was long and soft. As he pulled away he spoke in a soft whisper. "I have dreamed of doing that since the first time I saw you in Vancouver. You are very beautiful." He kissed her again softly but their passionate moment was broken by an "Ahem!" sound from the door. They both looked quickly towards the open door and a smiling Roxanne informed them, "Lord Thurlow and Lady Dianna are awaiting your presence for lunch." Sarah sighed, relieved that it wasn't her parents but deep down she knew they never ventured into this wing of the house. She bounced off the bed and pulled Dave towards the door. He slowed her and said, "I need something for my feet." He had noticed his sandals on the closet floor so he walked over and pulled them on before returning to the door and taking Sarah's hand as they followed Roxanne downstairs. Roxanne smiled knowingly at the two guilty teens before she turned and led the way to the informal dining room. Lunch was filled with talk about the upcoming two weeks. Lord Thurlow suggested that Sarah take Dave for a little sight-seeing tour for the afternoon - making sure to stop off at Blackheath. He said he would call ahead to the pro, Harry Richardson, and make arrangements for him to meet Dave. Lady Dianna had a friend picking her up and a formal function to attend during the afternoon and Lord Thurlow had to go to his office, a company car was already waiting for him to finish lunch. They asked if Dave were tired and he said he was so excited about arriving that he was no longer tired in any way. After lunch, Sarah asked James to have Raymond bring the car around front so she and Dave could go on their sight-seeing tour. Sarah then took Dave's hand and led him to the front door and then outside. Raymond was just pulling around the corner of the house and the two teens climbed into the back of the Rolls after Raymond opened the door for them. Sarah gave Raymond explicit directions then sat back with Dave. She hit a button which closed the window between the driver's seat and the passenger compartment. As soon as the glass reached the top she cuddled into Dave as if they had been lovers for years. Dave enjoyed the tour which included Big Ben and Buckingham Palace. After several hours of touring, the Rolls pulled up a circular driveway with a wooden post and chain fence framing the road. They pulled in front of a large brick building. Raymond opened the door and Dave and Sarah climbed out and walked up the front steps. They found their way to the pro shop where Sarah asked for Harry. Harry walked out of his office and welcomed Sarah and Dave. He explained that Lord Thurlow had called and arrangements had been made for Dave to have an open membership for two weeks. Harry further explained that many of the members who knew Lord Thurlow were aware that Dave was visiting and had said they would probably like Dave to join them for a round. Dave thanked Harry and asked what time the driving range opened. Harry said it opened at six-thirty in the morning and remained open until eight-thirty at night. Dave nodded his understanding then declared he would be back in the morning. Harry told Dave to just advise him if he needed anything. Dave and Sarah both thanked him as they left the beautiful old clubhouse. The drive home was filled with animated discussion as Dave exhibited his excitement about playing one of the oldest golf courses in the world. Sarah and Dave filled the afternoon getting to know each other better. They had come together so quickly with instant trust but they truly didn't know each other very well. Supper was another informal meal with Dave, Sarah, and her parents. Lord Thurlow surprised both of the young people when he announced that he had made arrangements for Dave and Sarah to visit the south of France for a few days. He pointedly explained that Roxanne would be their chaperone and he had booked separate rooms at two different hotels, one in Marseille for the first night and one in Nice for the second and third nights. They would spend Sunday night in Marseille before spending Monday and Tuesday nights in Nice. They would return to London on Wednesday. After supper Sarah talked excitedly about the trip. She had been to Marseille many times but never to Nice. She and Dave took a long walk through the grounds. They sat in a gazebo and talked about the trip then talked about each other's lives. Dave told Sarah about his exciting winter of hockey. She confessed she knew nothing about the game but was happy to hear his team had won a national title. She told Dave about her friends and her school - she attended a private school in London. She had a school uniform and all. Dave teased her about her school uniform and said she would have to model it for him. They were cuddling as they talked and without thinking they started to kiss. The soft kiss grew more passionate and Dave was about to pull Sarah onto his lap when they heard an earth-shattering "Ahheemmm!" They both looked up startled and this time they were caught - Lord Thurlow was standing at the entrance of the gazebo with Lady Dianna under his arm. Lord Thurlow asked, "May we join you?" Dave and Sarah separated quickly and responded together, "Of course." The Lord and Lady sat in the seat across from the teens and both Dave and Sarah were pleasantly surprised that they weren't chastised for making out. Dave was also surprised how informal Lord Thurlow became and he again understood what his father had meant that Lord Thurlow acts like a Lord but deep down he is just a good man. Dave knew he could never live a life where he had to act differently in public but he understood why Lord Thurlow had to. The evening was a beautiful summer evening with a light warm breeze blowing through the trees. After talking for several hours, Lady Dianna asked Sarah to walk back to the house with her. Sarah stood up and gave Dave a strange look as if suspecting her parents were up to something, but left with her mother. Dave was a little nervous speaking with just Lord Thurlow as he had never spoken to him alone. Lord Thurlow looked very seriously at Dave and began a speech he may have rehearsed several times in his mind, "Dave, after last summer I trust you as much as I trust anyone. I will never be able to fully repay you for what you did. You selflessly sacrificed yourself for my daughter, who at the time you hardly knew. You saved her from an unimaginable fate. I know you would never hurt Sarah but the truth is you are an intelligent, attractive young man and she is a very vulnerable young lady. "Sarah has talked of little else beside you since last summer. She is irresistibly infatuated with you. I want to speak to you man-to-man. I love my daughter dearly and want only what is best for her. As I said, I know you are of very sound character so please be gentle and careful with her feelings. Your visit will pass quickly and soon Sarah will again be here in England while you are in Canada. I think we both agree that a long-term, long-distance relationship is unlikely if not impossible. I don't plan to lecture you but I would like to make one request of you." Lord Thurlow spoke slowly and watched Dave's reactions; then he waited for Dave to indicate he understood. Dave nodded understandingly, so Lord Thurlow made his request, "Please don't rush into anything that might change both your and Sarah's lives. I know you understand what I am talking about. I'm not telling you what you can and what you can't do - I'm only asking that you think long and hard before you do anything irrevocable. Do you understand what I'm asking?" Dave nodded and then surprised Lord Thurlow by standing and shaking his hand. Dave then explained, "Lord Thurlow, your daughter is very beautiful and I have quickly become very good friends with her. I promise I will not do anything rash. I have always been very considerate of my friends' feelings and Sarah is no different. I can see how she feels about me and the truth is I am quite enthralled with her as well - but I will not rush into anything. I promise." Lord Thurlow shook Dave's hand then released it, "Thank you, Dave. I appreciate your frankness." The two men then walked back to the house talking about Blackheath. Dave asked about getting to Blackheath and Lord Thurlow explained that Raymond would drive him. Dave asked if six-forty-five was too early in the morning. Lord Thurlow asked why so early and Dave explained his morning routine from the previous summer and that he wanted to begin it again starting the next day. Lord Thurlow said that Raymond would not mind the early outings for two weeks and that he would be waiting for Dave in the morning. He further explained that he would have James wake him at six-fifteen for breakfast. Dave thanked him and said he could find his own breakfast but Lord Thurlow would hear none of it. Once inside, Dave excused himself by explaining he was finally tired. Lord Thurlow asked if he knew his way and Dave said he thought he did. Dave wandered through a few rooms until he found a stairway. He climbed the winding oak stairs then stared down the two hallways in either direction. He knew his room was in the west wing so, based on the back door he entered, he knew he had to go left at the top of the stairs. As he turned left, he saw a very familiar ass swaying down the hall. He followed Roxanne from a distance until she turned into a room. He continued walking and when he reached the door she turned into, he noticed it was still partially open. He looked behind himself to make sure no one was watching him then he peeked into the room. Sarah was sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair. She was wearing an off-white silk looking nightshirt. Roxanne put some clothes in Sarah's dresser; then she walked behind Sarah and began brushing her hair. Dave heard Sarah mention his name but he didn't want to eavesdrop so he gently tapped on her door. Sarah and Roxanne both turned and Dave stuck his head in the door, "I just wanted to say goodnight. Goodnight, Sarah. Goodnight, Roxanne." Both replied goodnight so Dave turned and continued down the hallway. He made a couple of turns before he eventually found the hallway where his room was and he walked in. He was so accustomed to leaving his bedroom door open at home that he again never considered closing it. When he walked into his room, he noticed that his used clothes from that morning and his bathing suit were both gone from where he had left them. He looked in the dresser and his bathing suit was cleaned and back where it had been before he put it on. He walked to the closet and found the clothes he had worn on the trip over, all hanging neatly cleaned. He just shook his head as he thought about the servants. He stripped down to his boxers, placed his shirt and shorts on a chair beside his dresser, turned out the lights, and climbed in bed. He was just dosing off when he felt his bed move and a body come in contact with him. The room was dark and he knew it must be Sarah but he waited for her to speak. Finally she asked "Are you awake?" He whispered, "Yes." "Can I get under the covers with you?" "Yes." Dave felt the soft silk-covered body cuddle into him and he asked, "Do you think it is a good idea for you to sneak in here after we were caught earlier by your parents?" She sniffled, "Do you want me to leave?" Dave turned and faced her; his one arm was placed under the pillow under her head and the other was at his side. His nose was only inches from hers and he could smell her sweet smell. He moved his arm from his side and ran a hand tenderly through her hair as he replied, "I'd love to have you stay the night but I don't think it would be wise. James is going to be waking me early - as you know I'm leaving for the course to be there by seven o'clock." She whispered, "I won't stay long. I just wanted to ask you what Daddy said. Was he angry?" Dave continued to run his fingers through her soft satiny hair and answered, "No. He is just concerned for the daughter he loves deeply. He does not want anything to happen thoughtlessly." Dave could feel her hands exploring his sides and, as her hand gently worked its way south, he could feel his manhood start to call for loving. It had been several months since he had been with the triplets and, as usual, his little hard-head was screaming. Dave thought that for such a relatively tiny head it had incredible ability to cloud and control his much larger brain. Her hand glided over his ass and she gently worked it to the front until he felt her hand caressing his hardness through his boxers. Dave allowed his own hand to slide down her side and he gently cupped her soft round breast in his hand; he felt her quickly hardening nipple push into his palm. He kissed her tenderly as he felt her slip her hand inside his shorts and take hold of his now rock-hard shaft. As their lips parted, she confessed, "Dave, I have never touched a penis before; are they always this big and hard? The truth is I'm very scared but I want to be with you." The word "never" echoed through his head and his large head finally took control of the situation. He didn't push her hand away or stop his gently caressing of her soft, silk-covered mound. He simply asked, "Why are you doing this now?" She whispered, "I have been thinking about you all winter. You were so brave and sacrificed so much that I felt it was the least I could do for you." Dave moved his free hand up from her breast to the back of her head and he kissed her passionately but softly. He broke the kiss and spoke very sensitively and sincerely. "When I went into that alley last year I didn't do it because I wanted anything from you. After I was shot I didn't think you owed me anything. The simple truth is I saw someone in trouble - a very pretty, sweet girl in trouble - and I wanted to help. As I said earlier, I would do it again without hesitating. I don't expect or want you to do anything because you think you owe me. You owe me nothing." Sarah started to sob, "But ..." Dave cut her off softly, "No buts. There is absolutely no reason for you to be in this room except that you want to be here. Please don't cry. I'm not rejecting you in any way. I just want you to be here for the right reason. Okay?" Sarah seemed to stop and think about what he was saying to her. After a moment of reflection, she gently pulled her hand from his shorts and whispered, "Okay!" Dave pulled her close and kissed her softly again. "You just confessed that you have never touched a penis before. I know where I come from that is not totally uncommon but usually there is a reason when a girl our age has not at least touched one. It can be that she's too shy or saving herself for something or another reason. Do you mind if I ask what your reason is?" Sarah kind of snickered then lowered her head, "You'll think I'm silly. I don't want to say why." Dave hugged her again tenderly, "I promise I won't laugh; but if you don't want to say that's okay, too." Sarah looked into his eyes, "Well ... the truth is ... this may sound silly but ... I've been saving myself for Harry?" Dave nodded and then asked softly, "Harry who?" At the time he thought it was a reasonable question but on reflection he should have considered that Sarah was an English Lady and for whom would an English Lady save her virginity? But that train of thought was nowhere near Dave's brain. Sarah didn't reply for a long time but finally said, "Prince Harry?" As soon as she said it Dave's brain did a big "Dooohhhh". Of course she was saving herself for royalty. Dave's brain finally kicked into gear and he quickly came up with a suitable reply, "You have been saving yourself sixteen years; and now, just because I save you from some thugs, you're ready to throw your dream away?" Sarah quickly replied, "You risked your life and your dream of a golf career, didn't you?" Dave's brain was finally be at full-speed and he quickly retorted, "Yes, that ended up being the case; but when I entered that alley, getting shot, killed, or severely injured was not really a known outcome. If you and I make love than you are definitely putting your dream in significant risk. I can't let you do that without a lot of serious thought first." Sarah didn't have a reply but just cuddled into Dave's big strong body. She finally said, "Thank you, Dave. You are right. I haven't decided what I want to do yet - but I will definitely think about it a lot more." She kissed him softly and finished with, "I better get back to my room. Good night, my good sweet knight!" She rubbed her hand along the side of his head and kissed him tenderly once more. Keeping with the headlines from the previous summer he answered, "Goodnight, my Princess." The bed was suddenly empty and Dave was left with a throbbing hard-on and a little head calling him every nasty name that existed. He thought about masturbating but wasn't comfortable enough in his new abode to venture that so he tried to go to sleep. He finally fell asleep to the little voice below yelling, "Stupid, honorable, asshole! Chicken shit! I'm horny and you turn away that hot little piece of meat! Ungrateful, that's what you are ungrateful and inconsiderate to my needs! First Katherine and now the high princess! Give me a fucking break! You're a shmuck! Where are triplets when I need them?" The next morning Dave felt someone shaking him and, as his head cleared, he heard a voice, "Sir, it's time to get up." Dave looked at the clock and shook the cobwebs from his head. It was exactly six-fifteen. He pulled himself out of bed as he heard James continue, "Your breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, if you would like to freshen up before you come downstairs, Sir." Dave thanked him and groggily walked into the bathroom. He knew from last summer that it would take several days to get into the early morning schedule. He used the toilet, washed his face and hands, brushed his very short hair, brushed his teeth, and finally went into the bedroom and got dressed. He tidied up his bed before he grabbed his golf clubs and golf shoes and headed for the front door. He found his way downstairs then walked in the direction he expected to find the front door. He finally found it, left his golf gear, and started wandering through rooms in the direction he thought would lead to the kitchen. As he passed through the informal dining room he saw a breakfast spread out on the table and then heard James say, "Your breakfast is ready, Sir." Dave sat down and ate everything that had been made for him. James asked, "Do you want some more, Sir?" Dave replied, "No, thank you; but can you show me to the kitchen?" James nodded so Dave followed him. As Dave walked into the kitchen he saw the cook and he asked, "Are you Margaret?" She replied, "Yes, Sir. Is something wrong, Sir?" Dave replied, "No the meal was wonderful - but I don't want you getting up just to cook for me." "I don't mind, Sir. We were so pleased to hear you were visiting us that we would do anything for you." "Thank you; but I'm really not used to being waited on and I would appreciate if you would just show me where to find your cereal. You see, I'm going to insist that Lord Thurlow not allow you to make my breakfast. The food was great but I feel guilty enough that Raymond has to drive me and I can't have you and James getting up early just for me." The bewildered cook showed Dave where to find the bowls, silverware, cereal, glasses, and milk. Dave thanked her again before he left the kitchen. He told James he didn't want him waking him. He thanked him as well, then walked out the front door. Raymond was waiting and immediately took his clubs and placed them in the trunk. As Dave walked beside the car he asked, "Do you mind if I sit up front with you? I'd feel kind of stupid sitting in the back alone." Raymond was surprised but, after a brief consideration, replied, "Yes, Sir; you may sit up front if you wish." Dave nodded then opened the door himself and sat down. When Raymond sat behind the wheel Dave made one more request, "Would you please call me Dave instead of Sir. I find Sir very uncomfortable." Raymond replied, "Yes Si... I mean yes, Dave" Dave nodded and settled into the passenger seat for the twenty-minute drive. When they arrived at Blackheath, a course staff member removed Dave's clubs from the trunk and Dave thanked Raymond, "I'll call when I need a drive home. Thanks, Raymond." Raymond replied, "Have a good day, Dave." The staff member told Dave where to find the practice balls then pointed him towards the practice range. Dave hit balls for an hour and half as planned before going to the practice green to work on his putting. He found the green very fast and it took at least thirty minutes to adjust to the pace. At ten-thirty, the pro Harry walked to the practice green and asked, "Dave, there is a group of three members looking for a fourth. Would you be interested in playing with them? They are good solid golfers with handicaps between four and eight. Dave smiled and thanked him; then explained he had to call the Thurlow residence to tell them he would be later than expected. Harry said he would call for him so Dave asked where the first tee was. Harry pointed him in the right direction then went back to the pro shop. Dave reached the first tee and introduced himself to his three playing partners: Edward, Richard, and John. Dave soon found out they all knew Lord Thurlow and had heard about the incident of the previous summer. They welcomed Dave the way they would a long-time friend. The members wanted to play the white tees which are the longest tees at Blackheath. Dave was fine with that and watched as the three members hit solid drives down the fairway. John had pushed his ball slightly right into a few trees but it looked playable. Dave put his tee in the ground then went through his normal pre-shot routine. He finally settled over the ball and took a long full swing. The ball launched off the club face and the three members gasped when his ball landed past theirs then bounced and rolled even farther down the fairway. Edward finally said, "Blimey, you tagged that one. Great shot." Dave thanked him then picked up his clubs and strolled casually down the fairway with the three men. The four talked about a little match and suggested Dave and John team up against Richard and Edward. The winners got bragging rights. Dave watched the three members hit their shots into the first green. John hit a nice shot out of the rough and rolled to the front of the green. Richard landed his shot just short of the green and it rolled up into the middle of the green close to the pin. Edward landed his ball short but it didn't release enough and finished on the front of the green. Dave reached his ball and was only one hundred and fifty yards from the pin. His drive had been over three hundred and twenty yards. He settled on the nine iron before he went into his routine. He put a smooth swing on the ball and it sailed towards the pin. He hit it perfect and expected it to stick close to the pin but the ball landed pin high then released through the green. Dave was stunned that the green didn't hold. John walked up beside Dave and asked, "First time playing a British course? You have to bump and run most shots into these greens. They don't bite like North American style greens." Dave walked up the fairway in a daze. He settled over his ball at the back, pitched a nice shot to within three feet, and sank the putt for par. Edward and Richard both missed their puts so the match remained square after one hole. The second hole was much shorter -under four hundred yards. The order remained the same with Dave hitting last. He watched the other three players hit drivers. Richard's ball found a sand-trap left of the fairway while John and Edward both hit the fairway around the one hundred and fifty yard marker. Dave pulled out his three wood and hit it perfectly. The ball landed in the fairway and rolled past both Edward and John's solid drives. They again shook their heads at Dave's length. As they strolled down the fairway the three men asked Dave about QAI and his golf the previous summer. When Dave reached his ball he had one hundred and thirty yards to the middle of the green. The pin was at the front and he had observed all three members try to bump and run their shots onto the green. He pulled out his pitching wedge then put it away for his sand wedge. He normally hit his sand wedge about one hundred and ten yards and his pitching wedge one hundred and thirty yards. He was sort of between clubs but he went with the sand wedge. He hit a smooth sand wedge and the ball landed short of the green then kicked hard to the right and rolled into the sand trap beside the green. Dave was again confused. This new style of bump and run golf was very foreign to him and he couldn't get comfortable with how to hit his approach shots. His shot from the sand trap was distracted, he was thinking about his approach shot, and after he blasted out of the trap, he left himself a twenty-foot par putt. He missed and went to one over par. The next twelve holes continued with similar results but Dave was starting to finally get the feel for the bump-and-run on the fifteenth hole - he bounced a pitching wedge into the green from a hundred yards out. The ball stopped three feet from the hole and Dave rolled in his first birdie of the day to get back to five over par. He finished the last three holes one under for a seventy-four. Edward was the low man with a seventy-two while Richard was seventy-three and John was seventy- seven. Dave and John lost their match two holes down with one hole to play (two and one) and Edward and Richard teased them. John finally said, "You two are just lucky Dave didn't catch onto the bump-and-run until late in the round or we would have won easily." Both men had to nod agreement to that and they all wished Dave a good visit and invited him to join them again if he had a chance. Dave thanked them for the fun and educational day then walked into the pro shop and asked to use a phone. The staff member behind the counter replied, "Would you like me to call the Thurlow residence, Mr. MacDonald?" Dave answered, "Yes, thank you; and please call me Dave. Mr. MacDonald is still in Canada, married to my mother." The staff member nodded and smiled then added, "You can store your clubs here for the night and we will clean them for you; that's part of your membership." Dave thanked him and the staff member made a second phone call to the storage area. Dave met a storage staff member outside the pro shop and pointed out his clubs. He thanked the staff member then walked around front to wait for his drive. He had only been in London for a little over one day and already it had become a full-blown new adventure. It was strange to have staff waiting on him hand and foot. Sarah was acting much different than he had expected and the golf was incredibly different. He thought how North America was considered the new world but the Old Country was a whole new experience for Dave.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Three - From Island to Island Dave woke early with Jennifer in his arms. He cuddled to her back and thought about the previous night. They had stayed at the campfire fairly late before going to town and the house they were going to share during Sam's visit. At the house they had made undisturbed, passionate love until they both drifted off to a contented sleep. Jennifer had surprised Dave when she disappeared into the bathroom as soon as they arrived home. He was naked in bed when she emerged wearing a black see- through nightgown. He was rock hard in an instant as she seductively strolled to the bed. He could see her hard nipples faintly through the filmy material and her soft slit was just visible though he sensual panties. She purred, "I bought this special for you in Charlestown but I didn't know whether I would get a chance to wear it until now. Do you like it?" She already knew the answer by simply observing the tent erected in the blankets by Dave's very hard pole. He pulled back the blankets, fully exposing his hardness, "I would say like is not nearly a strong enough word." He rolled out of bed and met her as she neared the bed. He kissed her sensually as his hands explored her erotic body. He moved his hands to her breasts and held one in each hand as he sucked and licked her nipples through the soft material. He slowly slid his hand down her belly and slipped a finger into her wet opening. She moaned appreciation as he gently guided her to the bed. Once on the bed he slowly slid the top up and caressed and teased her nipples. He then moved down her body and slowly pulled her panties off as he moved his face between her legs and smelled her rich, tangy juices. He licked and teased her to a rousing orgasm. After giving her lots of time to recover by continuing his licking and teasing, he moved up her body and slowly positioned his rock hard pole at her opening. She guided him into her wet hole and he gently pushed forward until he was fully seated. He then started a slow stroking motion that allowed their excitement to slowly build. After at least ten minutes, his pace had increase significantly and they both reached a happy mutual orgasm. The love making session continued for more than an hour longer and each had one more orgasm before they fell soundly asleep in each other's arms. Dave now looked over at the clock on the dresser, it was six thirty and he wanted to get to the golf course for his morning practice. He had enjoyed the night before - it was nice not having to worry about being caught in the trailer or having to make love on the hard ground. He kissed Jennifer's neck and hugged her tight. She slowly woke up and turned to face him. They kissed softly before he whispered, "I hate to leave your warm arms but I want to practice this morning. Are you ready to get going?" She quietly smiled and stretched, "Yes, just give me a few minutes to wake up." Dave kissed her again and rolled out of bed. He pulled on some clothes before he went to the bathroom. He emerged from the bathroom and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He made some toast and got out the cereal, milk, and utensils. When Jennifer entered the kitchen, Dave had the small breakfast laid out on the breakfast nook. They ate as they talked about going to the beach later that day. Then they agreed to go to a movie that evening. After eating, Dave cleaned the dishes in the sink and completed tidying up. Jennifer was surprised to see him clean everything but he explained that he wanted to continue to show he was responsible and worthy of 'private time' with his girlfriend. The drive to North Beach passed quickly and Jennifer soon pulled in to her trailer's parking space. Dave kissed her goodbye as he walked to the golf course. He got his clubs from storage and spent the day working on his long irons and his chipping. It was almost ten o'clock and he was chipping onto the practice green when he noticed two women walking towards him. There was no mistaking the red hair of their sensual visitor and he smiled at Sam and Jennifer. Sam walked right over to him and took the putter from his golf bag. She started putting and, after she sank a few putts, she teased, "I thought you said this was a tough game? It seems pretty easy to me." Dave laughed, "It can be pretty easy some days - while other days it can seem impossible." She smiled and replied, "Well, it's almost ten o'clock and everyone is waiting for you to return so we can go to the beach. I'm ready to go toast in the sun, so I asked Jennifer to show me where you were." Sam walked up beside Dave and purred in his ear, "I rubbed and massaged you last fall. Now it's your turn to take me to the beach and run suntan lotion all over me. Are you ready for that?" Goodbye golf. Dave could feel a little stir in his shorts as he remembered how Sam had massaged him the previous fall. He looked at Jennifer who nodded approvingly. He replied, "I don't know if I could ever be completely ready for beautiful women like you two; but I will do my best." Sam smiled and simply said, "You're sweet." Dave put his clubs and balls in his bag then pulled his bag onto his shoulders as he motioned for the women to lead the way. He was carefully enjoying the view of the two beautiful asses in front of him as he walked slightly behind them. The walk back to the trailer took about ten minutes and both family vans were loaded and ready to go when they arrived. Dave put his clubs in his trailer before he followed Jennifer to her family van. They arrived at the beach and found a cozy spot. Dave had just settled down on a lawn chair when Sam asked, "Will you put some lotion on my back?" Dave immediately moved to her side and took the bottle in his hand. Sam lay on her stomach and untied her yellow bikini top for unrestricted access. Dave noted the soft sides of her compressed breasts as he teasingly let drops of the cool lotion land on her legs and back. He then put a liberal amount on his hands, warmed the liquid slightly, and rubbed the lotion into the back of her legs. He briefly considered sliding his hand up her thigh and caressing her sex but, with both his and Jennifer's family right next to him, he couldn't do more than enjoy the thought. He moved to her back and worked the lotion over her back, shoulders and arms. Sam thanked him as he returned to his chair. Jennifer grabbed her mask and snorkel and asked Dave if he wanted to go for a swim. He nodded and got his mask as well. They swam for an hour. When they returned, Sam asked what they had seen while they were snorkeling and Dave elaborated, "We saw a lot of crabs. We also saw a few small lobsters and some fish. I actually saw a small eel too." Sam replied, "That sounds interesting. Can you show me later?" Dave looked at Jennifer for a response and she said, "Sam is welcome to use my stuff." Dave and Sam smiled at Jennifer and thanked her. Jennifer nodded. It was lunchtime so Carol and Heather broke open the picnic baskets and the coolers. After a good meal Dave asked Jennifer to go for a walk. Jennifer noticed Sam looking at them curiously so she invited Sam to join them. Sam was very pleased and accepted immediately. They talked about Sam's winter and how she liked nursing. Eventually Sam looked directly at Dave and apologized, "I'm sorry I put you out of the trailer. I hope it's not too much of an inconvenience." Dave laughed, "Actually, I'm enjoying the time alone with Jennifer. It was really nice to wake up with her in my arms this morning. That's the kind of inconvenience that could go on for quite some time before I complain." Jennifer nodded her own agreement. They walked and talked for over an hour. When they returned, Dave took Sam for a swim and showed her how to use the snorkel and mask. She loved the simple but beautiful sights under the water. Dave pointed out several lobster hiding under large rocks and they even saw one lobster that only had one claw. Dave later explained that some lobster that were injured by either predators or another lobster tended to stay closer to shore where it seemed to be safer. Usually, the lobster seen close to shore were either quite small or injured. The remainder of the afternoon was filled with relaxation, sunning, and more swimming. The two families went back to the trailers just before suppertime and had a quick barbecue before Dave and Jennifer left for town. Dave and Jennifer had plans to go to a movie with John and his girlfriend. After the movie, the four friends went to McDonalds. They were sitting talking with several of Dave's major-midget-league teammates when Katherine walked in. Dave didn't notice her at first but Jennifer, who was facing the door, saw her immediately. Jennifer was slightly relieved when she saw Katherine with another boy and it was very obvious they were together because he had his arm around her. John asked Dave what he was doing the next day and Dave said they didn't have any plans. John asked Dave if he and Jennifer wanted to go to Basin Head. Dave looked at Jennifer and she shrugged. Dave said they would love to go. Jennifer asked what Basin Head was. Dave explained that he had never been there but had heard it was basically a beach that also had a nearby bridge where people could safely jump into the deep channel that ran out to the beach. He had been told it was a lot of fun and had always wanted to go there. Jennifer agreed it sounded like fun so they made plans to meet at Dave's house at ten o'clock the next morning. Dave continued to talk with his friends and didn't notice Katherine until he was about to leave. He saw her sitting with Charlie Feehan and was immediately concerned. He tried not to act differently but when he got outside he pulled John aside and asked, "Is Katherine dating Feehan?" John just shrugged, "That's the first time I saw them together but it sure looks like it." Changing the subject, John told Dave he would see him in the morning and left with his girlfriend. Dave walked back to Jennifer's car, he was still a little miffed but he tried to look casual. Jennifer asked, "Is everything okay, Dave?" Dave put a false act and smiled, "Yeah, everything is fine. I had a really good time today." Jennifer smiled, "Me too." Dave was quiet as they drove back to his house. He was upset that Katherine was with Charlie Feehan. He thought about it a lot and wondered if maybe he was just jealous. Finally, he had to admit to himself that he was jealous but there was something else. He was staring out the windshield in a daze when he heard, "Dave, Dave are you okay?" He looked at Jennifer confused and she explained, "Your mind is in another place. What is wrong?" She was just pulling into the driveway and he said, "I'll explain when we get inside." When the car came to a stop he got out his door and waited for Jennifer in front of the car. He put his arm around her and kissed her softly and whispered, "I love you." She replied, "I love you too." They walked into the house hand in hand and he led her to the couch in the living room. He sat down beside her and explained, "I saw Katherine with a guy I know from school. He's part of the in-crowd but he is really arrogant. He is one of those people who thinks that his shit doesn't stink. I've seen him with girls and he tends to treat them really badly. I'm just worried about Katherine." Jennifer was a little upset that he was thinking about Katherine as she had been afraid of this very thing. She asked, "Do you think that maybe you are just jealous?" Dave thought for a moment before he looked deep into Jennifer's eyes, "I guess I am a little jealous. Katherine is a sweet girl and we got really close last winter, but I love you and I want to be with you. That hasn't changed and I don't expect it to. But Charlie can be a real pig. I've seen him at parties - he usually gets totally wasted and then makes a real ass of himself. Jennifer deserves better than him." Dave thought about Katherine for another second before he realized how Jennifer must be feeling. He smiled and said, "Enough of that. She's in my past. You are my present and I want to make love to you again tonight. Are you ready for bed?" Jennifer smiled and he took her hand and led her upstairs. Again she disappeared into the bathroom and emerged with the same nightgown. This time he waited for her in bed and they again made soft sensual love until early in the morning before they fell asleep in each other's arms. Dave slept soundly and didn't wake quite as early as usual. He seemed to know he wasn't practicing today and was still sound asleep when he felt Jennifer get out of bed. He slowly woke up and felt a need to use the bathroom. He looked at the clock - seven o'clock. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom naked. He was surprised when the door was wide open and Jennifer was sitting on the toilet. He started to walk back to the room when Jennifer said, "You can come in if you want. I'll be done in a second." Dave walked into the bathroom but he felt funny standing there while she was using the toilet. He kind of chuckled and Jennifer noticed immediately. She asked, "What?" He replied, "It just seems funny to walk in here while you're using the toilet. I know I've seen everything there is to see but it feels weird." Jennifer wiped herself, stood up and put her arms around him. She kissed him softly, "We're just like an old married couple." He nodded and smiled before he moved in front of the toilet. She added, "Do you want me to hold that for you?" Before he could reply she walked beside him and took hold of his soft prick. When her soft hand made contact, he started to harden. She was pointing his rod at the toilet but when his piss started it came out a little sideways and she splashed some over the edge. She laughed, "Jesus, can't you even shoot straight?" He laughed which caused his penis to bounce and even more urine splashed across the porcelain. He teased, "I thought you knew how to handle one of these?" As his flow slowed, she continued to hold him until it stopped then she shook it the way she had seen it done in the movies. She then moved her hand to his balls and tenderly caressed them; that made his manhood stand at complete attention. She whispered, "Let's go back to bed and I'll show you how well I can handle this thing." He smiled and she guided him to the bed without removing her hand from his member. He was completely hard when she pushed him onto the bed. She started to suck on his hardness and he moved her so her soft snatch was positioned above his face. He was happily licking and teasing her when they heard a sudden, "That looks like fun." Dave and Jennifer both looked up in total surprise. Standing in the doorway was Sam. Dave and Jennifer quickly tried to pull some blankets over themselves but Sam laughed, "You don't have to cover up on my account. I've already seen Dave many times and, well, Jennifer - you look very beautiful but I have seen many naked women at work as well. Dave, your mother got called in to work today - it seems the hospital is very short of staff and she couldn't say no. She dropped me off here - I was going to walk into town and do some shopping later. I guess you didn't hear my knock; sorry for interrupting. I'll wait for you two downstairs. Take your time and finish what you're doing." Sam walked away; Dave and Jennifer just stared at each other then laughed. They kissed softly but both knew they were no longer in the mood to make love so they got dressed and went to the kitchen to join Sam. Sam again apologized for unexpectedly interrupting them but quickly dropped the subject when Dave and Jennifer appeared shy about it. Dave asked what time his mother was working until and Sam said it was going to be a twelve hour shift. He asked, "Why don't you come to Basin Head with us?" He explained what Basin Head was but Sam said she didn't have her swimsuit with her. Dave got an idea and he called the trailer. Julie answered the phone half asleep. He asked her if she was coming to town to pick up her boyfriend and she said she was. He passed the phone to Sam. Sam asked Julie to find the yellow bikini bathing suit in her suitcase and bring it to town. Dave cooked a large breakfast with bacon, eggs, and toast. He, Sam, and Jennifer chatted comfortably as he cooked. They continued to talk while they ate; after breakfast Dave and Jennifer went up to change. Dave packed a basket for lunch. Julie arrived just before ten o'clock and Sam thanked her for the delivery. Julie wished them a good day as she went to get her boyfriend. Sam changed quickly and was just coming out of the house as John pulled up. Dave introduced Sam to John and Christa, his current girlfriend. Because John's car was too small for five people, they took Jennifer's family car. The drive to Souris took most of an hour and they had to drive ten minutes farther to get to the eastern tip of the island. They turned off the main road and followed the signs to the beach. As they pulled into the fairly small parking lot they immediately noticed a large building with "Fisherman's Museum" on the side. They left their lunch in the car but took their beach towels and bags with them. There was a building attached to the museum which said change rooms, so they walked towards that. They could see a clay road next to the building which seemed to lead towards the beach but as they neared the change room, they saw a passage way straight through the building so they followed it. As they walked out the far side of the building they saw the beach about thirty feet below the hill the building sat on. To their left they could see many old buildings on a wharf next to a small harbour; it looked very similar to many fishing villages on QAI. There was a bridge which crossed over the small channel that led from the Gulf of St. Lawrence to the harbour. Sam and Jennifer both gasped at how beautiful the area was as Dave followed John and Christa down the boardwalk towards the wharf. As they neared the wharf, they could see that most of the old buildings were sitting on wooden piles and over the water. They were obviously abandoned but the outside paint and windows were maintained for appearance. Dave walked with Sam and Jennifer at his side and they took in the magnificent view of the area. The channel had an eight-foot high wharf on each side and a bridge which was about three feet high at the crest and joined the two wharves. The wharves were only about thirty feet apart and the wharf on the near side was about two-hundred feet long while the one on the far side was about one-hundred feet long. The water between the wharves was flowing out towards the beach with a gentle current. John and Christa walked across the bridge towards the beach on the far side of the wharf. Dave, Sam and Jennifer followed. There were kids and adults alike jumping off the wharves and the bridge into the channel. Dave watched as the current pushed the swimmers towards the beach. Jennifer looked excited, "I have to try that." Dave and Sam agreed and the three of them followed John to the beach where they quickly dropped their stuff and peeled off their clothes. They raced back to the wharf and briefly watched as more kids jumped into the water. Sam said, "You go first, Dave." He nodded and, after checking to make sure no one was floating under him, he jumped in - he felt his body drop through the air before his feet broke the surface of the rushing water. The water was a little cool but on the warm day it felt good. He surfaced and called for Sam and Jennifer to join him. He was able to swim against the current and maintain his position until both women jumped. They surfaced beside him and they then let the current take them out the channel. He noticed several kids swim to the side of the wharf and climb the old wrought-iron metal ladders up the wharf so they could jump again. He continued drifting with the water because he wanted to check out the end of the channel. As they passed the end of the wharf on their left they could see the white sand beach where they had left their clothes. The wharf on the right side extended another forty feet towards the Gulf. Jennifer swam into Dave's arms and kissed him, "This place is spectacular. We should have come here before." Dave nodded as he agreed that they had been missing out. Sam was right beside them and she also agreed, "This place is truly beautiful." The water got shallow and it was soon only waist deep. They walked back onto the sand and made their way back to the bridge. Dave said, "Let's jump off the bridge together this time." They lined up along the bridge and were happy to see John and Christa join them. They waited for the floating bodies below to clear before they all jumped holding hands. They hit the water at pretty much the same time and surfaced laughing and cheering. They again floated out to the beach before walking back to the wharf. This time, however, they just walked past the stairs leading to the bridge and walked towards the water in the harbour. The sand was the same soft mauve island sand on the harbour side of the wharf. They walked into the water in the harbour then swam around the wharf and floated through the channel. Kids and adults were jumping into the water around them. It felt relaxing to just float along the channel and Dave was holding hands with both Jennifer and Sam as they floated under the bridge and out the channel. As they reached the beach Sam said, "Let's go out in the deeper water." Both Dave and Jennifer looked out towards the Gulf and nodded agreement. They walked through the waist deep water until they reached a large sandbar. The water was only ankle deep on the sandbar. They walked across the sandbar and out into deeper water. The waves were about two feet high and they played in the surf for a while. Dave turned and looked at the beach. As he faced the shore he could see beautiful white sand beaches to the right side of the wharves. There was a beach volleyball net set up in the sand. Beyond the sand was nice green foliage and beyond that were tall spruce trees. To the left of the wharves was a short white sand beach which quickly turned into tall red cliffs. Dave marveled at the red Island stone which QAI is famous for. He thought about the beaches of France and he knew he had been correct - this was significantly more pristine. Sam suddenly said, "Look at that huge ship." Dave looked at the large ship and explained, "That's the ferry that goes from Souris to the Magdalene Islands." Jennifer knew about the Magdalene Islands but Sam looked questioningly at him. He elaborated, "The Maggies, as the islands are often called, are actually part of the province of Quebec even though they are only about sixty miles from QAI while being several hundred miles from Quebec. There is an airport on the main island but this ferry is the only other connection to the mainland." They watched as the large ferry moved past them towards Souris. After almost an hour in the water they returned to the wharf and jumped several more times before going to their place on the beach and relaxing. It was just past lunch so Dave suggested going back to the car to eat. They all walked to the car together and Christa chatted comfortably with Sam and Jennifer. They found a picnic table near the car and ate the sandwiches they had prepared. After lunch Sam, Jennifer and Dave went for a walk down the beach. They were all surprised how similar the beach was to North Beach which was only about fifty miles away. The five friends spent the afternoon jumping from the wharf and swimming in the Gulf. It was a great day and at four o'clock all were tired as they walked towards the car. The drive home passed quickly and Dave invited John and Christa to stay for supper. He made his spaghetti supper and everyone ate a healthy portion before they retired to the television room. They relaxed and watched television until the phone rang. Dave answered the phone and said hello to his mother. She asked what they had done all day and he told her all about Basin Head. She was glad to hear Sam had a good time then asked to speak to her. Dave passed the phone to Sam. John walked out of the television room and announced that he and Christa were going home. He wished Dave luck in the Atlantic tournament as they left. Dave looked at the clock and was surprised it was just past seven o'clock. Sam walked back into the television room and explained, "Your mother is just leaving the hospital. She'll be here in about ten minutes. I have to get my stuff together but I wanted to thank both of you for a wonderful day." She walked up to Dave and he put his hands out to simply hug her but, as she drew close to him, their lips met and he was surprised when he felt her tongue snake into his mouth. He felt her hands squeeze his ass and he wrapped his arms around her, slightly surprised by her forwardness. When they separated, Dave smiled at her then looked at Jennifer not knowing what her reaction would be but she was simply smiling at him. Sam moved to Jennifer and Jennifer also opened her arms to Sam who repeated the hot passionate kiss with Jennifer. Dave felt his manhood stir as Jennifer's hands likewise caressed Sam's full, round ass. Their kiss was long and heated and Dave was definitely getting excited when they finally parted and smiled at each other. Sam walked out of the room and was pulling her things together when Dave heard the back door open and his mother stride into the kitchen. She was wearing her uniform and Dave said hello as she helped Sam with her bag. Carol and Sam said goodbye as they left and Dave and Jennifer were just heading towards the shower when the phone rang. Dave picked it up and his father explained that he would pick Dave up at six the next morning. He was picking Alan up at six-ten so he wanted Dave to be ready. He explained he would have Dave's clubs and shoes. Dave said he would be waiting. Dave and Jennifer took a relaxing shower before they went to bed and made passionate love. This time Jennifer simply climbed in bed with Dave without changing into any sexy lingerie. As they made love, Dave's mind was filled with images of Sam and her sensual kiss. He had never before really thought about another woman when he made love to Jennifer and it seemed strange that this seemed to be happening. As he lay on his back with Jennifer on top of him grinding and pushing against his hardness an image of a naked Sheri suddenly popped into his head and he was slightly distracted for a moment as he imagined lying on a green on some golf course with his golfing nemesis impaled on his hardness and riding out a wild orgasm. He shook his head and re-focused on Jennifer as he slowly reached his second orgasm of the night. Jennifer continued riding him until her orgasm peaked and she cuddled into him as she slowly recovered. They fell asleep in each other's arms and Dave had no more thoughts about Sam or Sheri. Dave's alarm went off early the next day. He instantly got out of bed and packed a small bag for the one night stay before going to eat breakfast. Jennifer was still sleeping soundly as he kissed her cheek. He ate quickly and was soon standing on the front lawn waiting for his father who arrived exactly on schedule. The trip to Cape Breton took six hours. They first drove the forty-five minutes to the Wood Islands ferry. This ferry crosses from QAI to Pictou, Nova Scotia. After the seventy-five minute ferry ride they were back on the road and headed towards Cape Breton. Dave had never been to Cape Breton before. Cape Breton is on the eastern end of Nova Scotia and, although called a cape, is actually a very large island. They drove across the very short causeway separating Cape Breton from mainland Nova Scotia. Cape Breton was very hilly and rocky and the car carved its way through the beautiful scenery. As they neared Baddeck, the Bras d'Or Lakes came into view and the beautiful blue lakes surrounded by rock and trees were magnificent. Dave started to get excited as he imagined how scenic the golf course must be. Dave had heard that the Belle Bay Golf Course was similar to the Buzzard's Bluff course on QAI. It was designed by the same architect but Dave had heard it wasn't as unfair as Buzzard's Bluff often seemed. They pulled into Baddeck around noon and went straight to the motel. The Telegraph House was a simple little motel and Dave, Alan, and Roger were soon taking their bags into the room. They left the car in front of the motel and walked across the street to a small diner. They ate a good meal before returning to the car and driving down the road to the golf course. They passed the Alexander Graham Bell museum before they reached the entrance to the golf course. The paved road wound its way up a steep hill until it gave way to a large parking lot and a nice sized clubhouse. Roger pulled up to the off-load area where both Alan and Dave got out and removed the clubs from the car. Roger parked and walked back to join them. They walked into the pro shop to pay for their green fees. The rates were very reasonable for a high-quality golf course. They had an hour before their tee time so Dave bought a bucket of balls and went to the driving range. He hit balls for thirty minutes before going to the practice green. He putted until their tee time and was pleased he adjusted to the speed of the greens quite easily. The front nine was made up of nine great golf holes. The scenery was nice and the holes were fair. Dave was happy with a one-under-par thirty-six. Roger shot forty-one and Alan was forty-three. The back nine carried right over from the front and, by the time they reached the sixteenth tee, all three golfers were in awe as to how scenic and entertaining the golf course was. The sixteenth was a short par four and Dave almost drove the green. As they neared the greens they had gotten used to peeking ahead to the next hole to see what was coming. Dave called to his father as he looked at seventeen - it looked spectacular. Dave could see a large ravine with the green just on the other side. He could tell it was a par three. He got re-focused on his short chip shot and rolled it three feet from the hole then made the putt for an easy birdie. He was now three under par. He walked to the next tee with his father and uncle and all three were excited to see how challenging the hole looked. They had to climb a small hill to find the tee. They stood on the tee and looked across the dark green ravine at a green which was only slightly below their current passion. They were all awestruck. Dave looked at the tee and suddenly realized the blue tees they were playing from were nowhere in sight. There was only a set of the shorter- distance white tees. Dave looked up the hill behind them and he could see that there was another tee area further up. He tapped his father on the shoulder and said, "I think our tees are up there." Roger and Alan smiled at him and they climbed the hill with their clubs on their backs. This tee was about thirty feet higher than the one they were just on and all three giggled at each other as they looked at the marvelous golf hole. Dave found a marker on the side of the tee and it said one-hundred and eighty-two yards. He looked at the scorecard and this was actually the black tee but they must have put the blue tee blocks on it for the day. He selected his six-iron and put a smooth swing on it. His ball landed in the middle of the green fifteen feet from the hole. Both Roger and Alan got over the ravine but both missed the green. The walk down the steep hill to the bridge crossing the ravine was almost as tiring as the walk up the hill on the other side. Dave arrived at the green and looked back and up at the tee. This was one of the nicest scenic golf holes he had ever played. After Roger and Alan chipped on, Dave putted but missed his birdie. He made a short par putt before waiting for Roger and Alan to finish. He placed the pin back in the hole and followed his father and uncle towards the last hole. There was a sign which directed golfers playing white, blue, and black tees to follow the right pathway. They followed the directions and climbed another small hill to the tee. Roger arrived first and he was calling for the other two to hurry up. As Dave walked onto the tee the first thing he saw was the Bras D'Or Lakes. The three men were standing high up on a hill overlooking the whole area and the view was simply spectacular. A large "tall ship" was cutting through the lake under full sail and Dave simply said, "Wow!" Alan echoed him, "Wow doesn't do it justice. Un-fucking believable." Both Dave and Roger chuckled but the truth be known, that was the best way to describe the view. After taking a moment just to enjoy the view they turned to their left and looked at the last challenge. It was another gorgeous golf hole with a large ravine directly in front of the tee and then a long fairway to the green. Dave still had honors so he hit first, a solid drive down the left side. Roger and Alan both hit good drives well over the ravine. They finished the last hole and all three were giddy with excitement over the great golf course. They all agreed that this course was nicer than all the courses they had played in Myrtle Beach and the only one that was even close to this course was the Arnold Palmer course, River's Edge. They left the golf course and went back to the motel. They decided to walk down the road to a pizza joint for supper. They couldn't stop talking about the golf course; Dave was really glad he had gotten to play this practice round so the scenic aspects would not be a huge distraction the next day. After a good meal they returned to the motel and played cards for a few hours before bedtime. Dave slept soundly and woke up excited and ready to play Belle Bay again. They ate breakfast at the restaurant in the motel before checking out. Roger and Alan were driving up the Cabot Trail for fun at the Highlands golf course while Dave played competitively at Belle Bay. They dropped him off at the course at nine o'clock and he had a two hour wait until the tee times began. Dave knew the starting time was late to allow the golfers from QAI to drive over that morning. Dave had hit balls for an hour then putted for an hour until the QAI team finally arrived. The head coach, Steve, passed Dave his new team bag and wished him luck on the day. Dave was in the fourth group. He played really well. He found the course even more fun to play the second day and his excitement showed in his score. Everyone except the Island players and coaches were shocked when he carded a sixty-five and won easily by five strokes. He heard a lot of talk about his round - words like phenomenon and superstar were being whispered - but he just shrugged it off and went to talk with his teammates. He was happy he was playing well and he was happy he had received more than ten scholarship offers but he knew in his heart he just liked to play. His low scores and winning tournaments were only a means to his end - a scholarship to a US college. That was the most important thing to him and he could feel it was very close to becoming a reality. Roger arrived shortly after the awards ceremony and Dave was proud to tell him he shot sixty-five to win the event. Both Alan and Roger congratulated him before they loaded up the car and headed home. The first part of the drive was consumed first with Dave talking about his round - Roger had to hear every hole described in detail. The second major conversation was the Highlands course. Roger and Alan described the course as incredibly challenging and very hilly. Roger explained that on the first hole golfers could see the pin from the tee but as you walked towards the green, huge mounds in the middle of the fairway hid even the flag from sight. Both men agreed that the course was by far the most contoured eighteen holes they had ever played. They further explained that there were hardly any flat lies - your ball was always either above your feet or below. Alan laughed as he explained that one time his ball was sitting on the side of a hill in the middle of a fairway and the ball was actually belt high. He said it almost felt like swinging at a baseball. They both had really enjoyed the course but found it a little too rugged for their liking. Roger also related that as they were standing on the putting green the club pro asked if it was their first time playing the course. They said yes and he pointed at a fire watch tower which was at the top of a small mountain several miles away. There was another small mountain between where they were standing and the fire tower. The pro told them the ninth green was just below the fire tower. Roger and Alan laughed and wrote the comment off as a joke but as they played and the holes cut their way through the mountains they realized the pro was telling the truth. They were pleased they had rented a golf car which had been suggested by friends who had played the course previously. They told Dave they would have been exhausted if they had walked the course. From the twelfth green to the thirteenth tee they would have had to walk over a quarter a mile straight up the side of one mountain. Roger and Alan both laughed as they remembered how their car barely crawled up the hill. The rest of the drive home seemed long and Dave spent a lot of time thinking about the discussions he had had with the US colleges that had called. All had shown interest in his game and all were impressed with both his swing and his result in the North Carolina tournament. One college had been more excited than the others and even wanted to fly him to their campus to discuss his scholarship opportunities; but that school was in California and Dave was hoping for something closer to home. One college recruiter only seemed half-interested in Dave. It was almost as if he had been ordered to call Dave by his boss because at one point he said, "You look promising but any golfer can have a lucky weekend." Dave was kind of pissed off at that comment and stroked that college off his list based on shabby treatment. Through all his discussions with the colleges, he realized that it was still too early to make a commitment to any one school. He wanted to wait and see how he did at the nationals and in the Hartford tournament. Then he would likely have the full range of options to consider. Dave was happy when they finally drove over the bridge connecting QAI to New Dominion. He knew he was only a half hour from home. Roger dropped Alan off then drove to the house. Jennifer's car wasn't there so Dave knew she must have stayed at the trailer for the night. He and his father both crashed in bed and slept soundly.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty- Dave Returns to the Scene of the Crime Dave and Alec spent part of Friday moving their belongings to Alecs house for the summer. They had two golf bags and three suitcases to pack into the car for the trip to Boston on Saturday so Dave had asked if he could leave his television, books, and other school supplies at his friends house. Alecs mother, Patsy, agreed immediately and pointed out the available space; it took two car loads to move everything. That evening, Patsy made a large home cooked meal for Alec, Shauna, Dave, and Danielle. After cleaning the dishes they were sitting in the living room relaxing when Dave dropped a surprise on them. He casually asked, Alec, will you also caddie for me at the Canadian Amateur in August? Alec said, I would like to, but I dont know if I can afford to go to QAI. Is it expensive? Dave continued, I had planned on paying for you, Shauna, and me to go to England but Lord Thurlow has insisted and paid for the trip so I want to use my agreed budget to book three flights for you, Shauna, and Patsy to come to QAI and have a vacation with me. I know you think its rather too much but consider it pay for caddying for me in England. I really want to have you with me for the amateur and your mother has promised my parents that she would visit them this kills two birds with one stone. Alec and Patsy both started to protest when Dave begged, Please dont grumble about the money. You both know I have enough to do this and I really want to do it. Please dont give me a hard time about it. Alec began to protest again but Patsy put her hand on his and said, Well talk it over, Dave. Well let you know before you leave tomorrow. Dave moved to Patsy and after she stood up, she hugged him. He whispered, Please, Patsy, Id really like to do this for you both. Her eyes were misty as she pulled away and simply nodded. Dave was about to sit down when his cell phone rang. He answered it and was happy to hear Janas voice. She said, Hi, Dave. How are you? Im great. I just had a huge, delicious meal with Patsy and Im stuffed. How are you? Jana replied, Im good. Can we talk privately for a moment? Dave was curious but he assumed she just wanted to say goodbye so he excused himself and walked towards the front door of the house. As he walked through the house he said, Im just going outside; how is Kyra? Shes great. Shes right beside me and wants to talk to you too. Dave sat down on the front steps and explained, Im outside, what did you want to say to me privately? I just wanted to wish you luck in England and tell you to have a good trip. I was also curious whether you worked things out with Danielle? What Dave didnt know was that Jennifer had called Jana the previous night, after the mysterious call from Danielle. She had told Jana what was said and she wondered who could have had access to Daves cell phone. Jana told her it must have been Danielle; of course, she then had to explain who Danielle was. Jana gave Jennifer the details about Danielles infatuation with Dave and that Dave had hoped she would get over him over the summer. Jana further suggested that Dave might have used Jennifer as an excuse not to get too serious with anyone. Jennifer felt better but she was still worried about her best friend. Jana also promised to call him and check. After the conversation with Jennifer, Jana had also talked with Kyra. Kyra was surprised when she heard the details but, deep down, she had hoped that Jennifer would start to see that Dave truly wanted to be with her. As she had promised Dave, she pretended, even to her twin, not to know anything about his unquenchable desire to be with Jennifer. Dave teased Jana, Are YOU worried that I may want to be with Danielle? Jana didnt expect that reply, No, you know we are not in a committed relationship. If you want to be with Danielle, I will really miss you but I will understand. Kyras eyes shot open in distress as she heard her sisters words. Jana simply waved her hand for her to relax. Dave chuckled. Im just teasing you. We have spent some special time together but I told her clearly that I was still not ready for a committed relationship and that I planned on continuing my relationship with you and Kyra in the fall. I think she understands and I hope she will move on with her life without me. Jana breathed a sigh of relief, Im happy to hear you still want to be with us. We both really enjoy our good times together. How were your exams? Did you do well? Was there a big celebration last night after you finished? Dave didnt know that Jana was digging for information about the previous evening and he replied, I think they went well and, no, there was no major celebration. I think that big drunk in Baltimore will do me for a while. Danielle and I spent a quiet night in the apartment. Thats great. Are you looking forward to going to London? Yes, itll be exciting to play in the British Open at the oldest golf course in the world. But the truth is I would love to just go home to QAI and relax. I miss being home and I look forward to a few weeks of relaxation. She wanted a little more information about Jennifer so she asked, Will you see Jennifer? Dave replied with a sigh, I wish but she is working again this summer and I think she is staying in Charlestown until you arrive. Jana noticed the sigh and asked, Does that sigh mean you want to see Jennifer? Dave was suddenly curious about the Jennifer questions - he wondered if Kyra might have said something. He asked pointedly, Why so many questions about Jennifer? Is something going on I should know about? Jana realized she went too far and quickly backed off, No, I was just curious if your plans for the summer had changed since we last talked. No, I havent changed any plans except I asked Alec, Shauna, and Patsy to come visit QAI the week of the Canadian Amateur so Alec can caddie for me. Jana replied, That will be nice for them. Kyra is waving at me and wants to talk to you. She handed the phone to Kyra who spoke into the phone, Hi, Dave. Ive missed you. Ive missed you, too. I know Jana is there so just answer yes or no. Did you tell Jana about our discussion regarding Jennifer? Kyra immediately said, No, I didnt. Have you had fun with Danielle? Dave blushed before he replied, Yes, although frankly speaking, I wish it had been you. I think Alec and I are going to have an apartment in the fall so hopefully the three of us can have more private time next year. Kyra snickered, Id like that and so would Jana. Do you think you can get us the apartment next to yours? Dave laughed, I dont think Ive earned enough pull to get more than one apartment but you two should apply on your own. Maybe youll get one. Kyra laughed too, You know all to well that those apartments go to the most influential students we dont have a chance to get one. Dave knew she was right. All the residents of the apartments the previous year were either high profile athletes or family of major university supporters. Kyra finished with, Good luck in England. Well send you lots of e-mails. He answered, Thanks, say goodbye to Jana I miss you both very much. He hung up the phone and walked back inside. He hugged Patsy goodbye before he and Danielle returned to the campus. He spent a love filled night with Danielle and they both made sure it was special they made love all night. Danielle knew it would be her last night with Dave and she didnt want it to end but she also knew he was in love with Jennifer. In Research Triangle Park, Jana called Jennifer and they had a long discussion about Dave. She confirmed that it was Danielle who had called but she wasnt sure if her theory about him using Jennifer as an excuse was correct. He hadnt mentioned Jennifers name at all. They talked for a while and Jennifer finally decided to wait until Dave got back to QAI. She said she might go visit him by herself before Jana and Kyra arrived. Jana thought that would be a very good idea. Dave woke early Saturday morning; Danielle was spooned tightly to his chest. She woke, turned to face him, and hugged him even tighter. Tears began running down her face, I will really miss you, Dave. This last week has been wonderful. Dave kissed her, Danielle, you are a spectacular woman. I wish I didnt have so much going on in my life because I know I would fall in love with you instantly. I have had a great week as well and I will never forget our time together. They kissed softly but soon heard Alec and Shauna in the main room. Dave knew from the rattling of the pans that they were cooking breakfast. He cuddled with Danielle until Alec tapped on the door and said breakfast was ready. Dave and Danielle crawled out of bed and pulled on housecoats to eat breakfast. It was just before six oclock and they ate quietly. Alec and Shauna were excited about leaving but they knew the agreement between Danielle and Dave and they respected Danielles feelings by not talking about what they would be doing without her. After eating, Dave and Danielle took a shower together and Dave made soft love to her under the streaming water. They left the bathroom clean and sexually satisfied but Danielle remained very quiet. Dave stripped the bed and placed the sheets, blankets, and pillows in Danielles car. She had agreed to drop them off for him at Patsys house. She was taking Alecs stuff as well. Alec had the car packed and he and Shauna waited for Dave as he said goodbye to Danielle. He hugged her. Ill see you in the fall, right? I really care deeply for you and hope we can remain friends. His eyes were misty with emotion. Danielle began crying, I love you, Dave MacDonald. I dont know if I can live with just being friends but I will try. You better go because this is even harder than I thought it would be. Goodbye and good luck in Scotland. Dave kissed her goodbye and walked to his car. Alec and Shauna had slipped in when he walked towards them and they all waved to Danielle as they pulled away. Dave thought it was strange that he was the one leaving for a change. He had watched some former lovers drive away and out of his life now he was staring into the rear view mirror wondering if maybe he was making another mistake. Was he letting another incredible woman slip out of his life? Would he ever be ready to settle down and love just one woman? The first half hour on the road was very quiet Alec and Shauna waited for Dave to let them know when he was ready to talk. He finally said, Im getting tired of saying goodbye to women I get close to. Im not sure if all this golf stuff is worth the pain of not knowing what I will be doing next. Alec spoke softly, The golf has nothing to do with it, Dave. Life is always changing and evolving and no matter what you are doing, there will be decisions to make. Ive learned that the hard way but you have taught me that its not the changes that are important but how you deal with them. You have developed amazing relationships with many people and the reason you hurt is because you care so much. Thats what we all love about you. Your feelings for people are genuine theyre not faked or based on convenience. You wear your heart on your sleeve. Dave looked at his best friend then looked in the mirror at Shauna who was simply nodding. She softly added, We all love you and want what is best for you. We know you want the same for us. Dave remained quiet for a little while but he eventually said, Im really looking forward to playing St. Andrews. Are you, Alec? The change of subject was a breath of fresh air and they talked for hours about golf and what they would do in London. The miles floated by and after stopping for both lunch and dinner, they eventually arrived in Boston. They checked into the hotel where they had reservations and went right to sleep. They were up at five oclock and showered before checking out and going to the airport. After dropping their bags at the departure entrance, Dave parked the car in the long-term parking garage while Alec and Shauna got in line at the check-in counter. Dave joined them shortly and they checked in. Dave hadnt really looked at the tickets except to get the departure time and for the first time he realized the tickets were for first class travel. He shook his head as he knew they must have cost a significant amount of money Lord Thurlow did everything first class. After checking all their bags, Dave was left carrying only his laptop. He had become so accustomed to using it that he couldnt imagine not having it at his side all the time. They found a restaurant and ate breakfast before going to the waiting area. Dave noticed a beautiful blonde sitting alone away from most of the waiting passengers; she seemed familiar. He looked at her intently trying to remember who she was. Suddenly her name dawned on him and he smiled to himself. The wait for the British Airways plane to board was long but a flight attendant finally called for boarding. First-class boarded first and Dave watched as the pretty blonde moved to the gate then walked towards the plane. Dave, Alec, and Shauna were a little slower moving and had to get into a short line-up before they followed the blonde onto the plane. Shauna and Alec were sitting together with Shauna in the window seat. Dave was in the aisle seat on the far side of the plane but in the same row as Alec and Shauna. He hadnt wanted to be in an aisle seat but there were no window seats available. The flight attendant directed him to his seat and he was very surprised to see the same gorgeous blonde sitting in the window seat beside him. He sat down before pushing his laptop under the seat in front of him. He smiled at the blonde and said hello. She didnt really pay much attention to him and returned a perfunctory greeting without even actually looking at him. He sat quietly as the remaining passengers began filtering down the aisles. He watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye as she turned and looked at him. He casually looked at her and smiled. She was now staring at him intently and he wondered if something was wrong. Had he left the little piece of toilet paper on his face that was meant to stop his razor cut that morning? He nervously reached up and rubbed the little nick on his chin but there was no paper he had thrown it out the window on the drive to the airport. The blonde finally blurted out, Youre Dave MacDonald? Arent you? Dave was shocked this famous gorgeous blonde would know his name. He replied, Yes, I am. How do you know who I am, Hilary? She laughed, My father he adores you. He has followed your career since you played in the Canadian Open almost two years ago. He said he met you but I wouldnt believe him. Dave suddenly realized that the man he met in Houston and again in Baltimore was Hilary Duffs father. He laughed, I met your father, Bob, in Houston and again in Baltimore. This is just too strange. Hilary chuckled. Dad hasnt stopped talking about you and he begged me to use my influence to get him tickets to the British Open next week. He says youre going to be the best golfer that ever lived and he thinks you are a super person. He was shocked and very pleased when you introduced yourself to him. Dave blushed slightly, I think he is way over-doing it. Ive won a few tournaments but Im only eighteen years old. I think he is a little over- zealous. She smiled. Thats my dad. When he gets an idea in his head thats all he thinks about. Are you flying to England early to practice? Yes and no. I have a good friend who lives in London. We are staying with her for a week before the Open begins. We? Dave pointed through the crowd to Alec and Shauna. Thats my best friend Alec and his girlfriend Shauna. He is going to caddie for me and she is coming for a vacation. Dont you have a girlfriend? My dad mentioned that you seemed to be getting special attention from two beautiful girls in Baltimore. He said they had to be twins. Dave chuckled. He probably saw Jana and Kyra; they are twins and very special friends. I guess most people would call them my girlfriends but its a different kind of relationship. Hilary looked at him quizzically, Girlfriends? Dave didnt think he should talk about it but for some reason he felt comfortable with Hilary so he explained, I have big dreams of becoming a professional golfer and if that happens I will be traveling a lot so I dont really want to get involved in a committed relationship it just complicates everything. The twins have plans of extended educations so we agreed to be close friends but not make a life-long commitment. It would appear to most people that we are committed to each other but we are no more than very intimate friends. Its pretty complicated. Hilarys eyes widened as he explained but she didnt say anything. When he finished she asked, Does your friend in England golf? Dave shook his head. No, Sarah isnt a golfer. Hilary looked thoughtful. Wait a minute. My father told me about you saving a woman and her children in Vegas. He said that in the interview they referred to you saving a girl somewhere in Canada and that she was an English princess. I remember because I laughed when you said you considered her to be your princess. Is that Sarah? Daves mouth was open in surprise. How much do you know about me? Hilary laughed. As I said, Dad has talked about you non-stop for the last four months. Im not home much but he made sure I knew all about you. I think he wants to adopt you or something. Dave was laughing now. Tell him I already have a great father but thanks for the offer. Yes, Sarah is the one I referred to as my princess. What are you going to London for? Hilary simply and modestly said, Im booked for two concerts this week and I have a couple of publicity bookings to attend to promote the two movies I have coming out this summer. The flight attendant walked by and asked everyone to buckle up and prepare for departure. Dave and Hilary nodded agreement as Dave asked, Do you always travel alone? No, I usually travel with my agent but he flew ahead two days ago to get everything set up. I got tickets for Dad to the Open and agreed to stay a second week with him. I thought I should watch this famous Dave MacDonald for myself and see if he was just a figment of my fathers imagination. Dave and Hilary talked the entire flight to London. Hilary asked about him referring to Sarah as his princess and he told her all about his adventure in Vancouver. That required him to give her background on how he qualified for the trip. He ended up telling her about Jennifer and even the Asian triplets. He told her about his visit to London two summers earlier but he didnt say anything about the trip to France or Roxanne. During the flight, Dave called Alec and Shauna over and he introduced them to Hilary. They talked to her briefly but were in the way of other passengers so they had to return to their seats. Dave saw Alec smiling at him and talking animatedly to Shauna. Hilary told Dave about her life and how hard it was to deal with the huge publicity she had received over the last couple of years. The Lizzie McGuire Movie had made her very famous and her singing career kept her very busy. She said she envied Dave for having good friends like Jana and Kyra because she was constantly worried about someone trying to be close to her just for her money. She told Dave about a former boyfriend who was the brother to one of the Backstreet Boys. Dave knew she had become very wealthy at a young age but he was surprised to hear that she wasnt even eighteen yet. When she said she would be eighteen on September 28th; Dave laughed and explained that he would be nineteen on September 27th so they were almost exactly one year apart and had the same Zodiac sign. The flight passed quickly as Dave and Hilary became instant friends. Hilary had explained that her father actually was more than a fan of golf; he was also a very good golfer with a single digit handicap. Dave kept having a recurring thought and he finally mentioned it to her. Alec and I are playing a practice round at St. Andrews next Sunday; I think Lord Thurlow could arrange for one more. Do you think your father would like to join us? Hilary smiled, Would you really do that for him? He would be absolutely thrilled. Dave nodded, I have to check with Lord Thurlow first but Im confident he could arrange it. She pulled out a pen and wrote down her cell number. Here is my number; call me when you know and I will ask Dad. He smiled before he took her pen and wrote down his number for her as well. He was glad he had his phone programmed to take overseas calls before he left North Carolina. After the pilot announced they were landing shortly, Hilary asked, Can we get together while youre in London. Dave shook his head, Im here to visit Sarah and I dont think it would be fair to leave her to see you. Im sorry but I would never do that to her. Hilary nodded understandingly. Dave thought she was disappointed in him but he was completely wrong. She quietly admired how much he cared for Sarahs feelings, especially considering she knew from their discussion that they had no plans for a long-term intimate relationship. She wondered how her father had found this unbelievable young man. Not only was he very handsome but he seemed to be a true gentleman and mature beyond his years. She herself had been forced to grow up quickly because of the industry she was in but most kids her age were just that kids. Despite his age, Dave was a man and he acted like one. She wanted to get to know him much better. They continued to chat after the plane landed and while they walked off the plane. Alec and Shauna joined the conversation as they waited for their bags. Dave mentioned inviting Bob to play with them on Sunday and Alec thought it sounded like a good idea. Their bags finally arrived and they walked together to the customs counters. They got in line and were asked various questions as they provided their passports. Hilary went ahead of Dave and as she walked away he promised to call her soon. She waved goodbye as she strolled through the frosted glass doors. Shauna and Alec finished in a different line at the same time as Dave so they walked through the glass doors together. As soon as they cleared the doors Dave saw Sarah standing waiting for him. Nearby was a figure in a dark suit; Dave hardly noticed the person and could not see the face. Sarah nodded toward Dave and his friends when she saw them. Dave pointed Sarah out to Alec and Shauna and started to lead them to her when the suit suddenly turned and started to walk toward him. The suit was wearing sunglasses and reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a badge. Dave smiled as the suit said, Mr. MacDonald, you will have to come with me. You can leave your belongings here. The suit took him by the arm as he dropped his bags and asked Alec, Take these over to Sarah, please. Alec and Shauna began to panic. Alec asked, What the hell is going on? What do they want with you? Dave smiled as he shrugged his shoulders and neither Alec nor Shauna could understand why he was so unconcerned. They watched the suit lead him down the hall. After they disappeared from sight, Alec picked up the extra bags and with Shaunas help they dragged them over to Sarah. Alec was surprised that Sarah was laughing and without waiting to formally introduce himself he asked, Whats going on? Who was that? Sarah giggled. That was Roxanne. Alec and Shauna both looked surprised and then started to laugh. Alec noticed that Hilary had been met by a man and was standing about fifty feet away. She was craning her neck to see where Dave had gone. Alec chuckled as he saw the panicked look on her face. He thought he must have looked just as scared. Alec was going to walk to her and explain but he didnt know exactly what to tell her so he simply watched as several reporters began circling her and taking pictures. Sarah noticed where he was looking and asked, Who is that? Alec explained, Hilary Duff; she was on our flight seated next to Dave. Looks like the reporters have her now, though. Sarah nodded then stuck out her hand, Im Sarah Thurlow. It is nice to meet you, Alec and Shauna. Dave has talked about both of you continually in his e- mails. Shauna and Alec both shook her hand and thanked her for inviting them to stay at her house. Meanwhile, Dave was strolling casually with Roxanne holding his arm and he said, How are you, Roxanne? She growled at him, You are not allowed to talk to me, prisoner. But if you do, you must refer to me as Officer. Am I clear? Dave laughed inside as he outwardly replied, Yes, Officer! Roxanne led him into a secured area of the airport and she showed her badge to get past the security personnel. Dave was quiet as she escorted him to small room with a metal table in the center and a chair on each side. She moved to the lone window on the wall facing the table and lowered the blind. She then ordered, Up against the wall so I can make sure you arent carrying any concealed weapons. Dave sat down slowly and decided to play the resisting prisoner by slipping into tough-guy talk. I aint doing nuttin for ya, copper. I want me a lawyer. Roxanne grabbed him by the arm and ripped him from the chair. He was surprised by her strength as she pushed him against the wall. She kicked his legs wide apart and then began frisking him. She checked his arms and shoulders then his torso. She bent down and started at the bottom of his legs and slowly moved up, rubbing his legs as she went. He was wearing shorts and her hands felt wonderful against his skin. He wondered what she thought she was searching for. When she reached his crotch he was hard as stone and she rubbed his bulge. What are you hiding here, prisoner? Is that a lethal weapon? Get your hands off my cock, you sick pervert. Ill have you charged with police brutality if you try anything. Roxanne stepped back as she demanded, Im going to do a strip search, asshole; now get those clothes off. Dave replied, Fuck you! She glared at him as she growled, NOW! Dave turned and faced her as he muttered, Fine, get your damn jollies, bitch. He pulled the golf shirt over his head then kicked off his sneakers. He pulled his socks off before he unfastened his shorts and pushed them down with his boxers. They dropped to the floor and he kicked them into the pile with the rest of his clothes. His cock was rock-hard and standing straight out. He stared at her and said, Do you think you can handle this concealed weapon? Roxanne smiled as Dave moved towards her. She affected terror and ordered, Stop, dont come any closer. Dave continued forward until he had her pinned against the table. He grumbled, I think you should be naked too. He pulled her suit jacket open while she pretended to resist. He threw the jacket on the pile of clothes and began unfastening her white shirt. She whispered softly, Rip it off. Before she begged in a louder voice, Leave me alone no, dont hurt me. Dave ripped her shirt open and buttons went flying everywhere one hit the wall and he almost started to laugh but he stayed in character. You have nice looking tits, copper. But this damn bra has to go. He unhooked the front snap and tore it open. Roxanne resisted as he man-handled her breasts. He quickly sucked a rock-hard nipple into his mouth as he pawed her other breast. She started calling out and he put his free hand over her mouth. He sucked and bit her nipples for a few minutes before he grabbed her by the hair (but without really pulling it painfully) and pushed her to her knees. He ordered, Suck my cock, copper. Roxanne sucked his throbbing tool into her mouth as he continued to gently pull her hair. She pretended to resist but he held her in place. After a few minutes he pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the table. He pulled her pants and panties off roughly then began licking her tidy little slit. She was moaning and groaning as he added two fingers and began fucking her with them as he sucked her clit. He sucked and teased her until she reached a thundering climax. Without giving her time to recover he pulled her legs to the edge of the table and he guided his swollen prick to her opening. He pushed the crown into her tight slit and then roughly pulled her onto his hard prick. (He pretended to be rough but he made sure he didnt actually injure her.) He started to lay into her, telling her, Youre an uptight bitch and Im going to fuck your brains out. You need a big hard one to loosen you up. He was thrusting hard into her as she pretended to beg for mercy. He felt his climax building as her breathing became more laboured and he finally thrust hard into her sending his seed deep into her womb. One hand was over her mouth as she screamed out her second orgasm was very strong. Dave fell down on top of her and kissed her gently. He whispered, I have truly missed you, sweet Roxanne. She whispered back, I missed you, too. After taking a moment to catch their breaths, Dave stood up and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly. He thought the role-playing was over but her expression changed; she looked frightened and she begged, Please dont fuck me in the ass! I dont think I could handle that big hunk of meat in my tender ass. Dave smiled evilly as he pushed her to his knees, Get me hard again, bitch, and maybe Ill leave your poor little ass alone. She began sucking and licking him and it took a few minutes but he was soon as hard as steel. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a standing position. He ordered, Turn around, copper and let me see that pretty little ass. He looked at her muscular athletic body she was incredibly fit and her ass was gorgeous. I lied; I think I need a piece of that little ass of yours, copper. He spun her around and bent her over the table. He spit on her sphincter for some lubrication then he eased two fingers into her sopping pussy and extracted some of their combined juices for additional lubrication. He moved his crown to her opening and, after spitting on it again for more lubrication, he eased it inside her tight butt hole. She moaned in pleasure as his head popped through the opening. He pushed his full shaft deep into her tight opening and, after he was sure she was lubricated enough, he grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her. He pushed her face onto the table and growled, You have a tight ass, copper. I like a tight ass. Her bare tits pushed against the cold metal table and the thrill of being taken forcefully drove her crazy. Dave fucked her ass for several minutes before he finally felt his climax build. He was breathing very heavily as he felt his balls fill with seed and then his shaft exploded in the tight cavern of her ass. He thrust several more times as he deposited his seed deep into her ass. He collapsed on top of her as he recovered. The second time had really wiped him out. After a moment, he felt Roxanne move under him and he stood up on still wobbly legs. She smiled at him as she pulled on her panties and pants. She pulled her bra back on then walked over to a bag Dave had not seen sitting in the corner. She took out a new shirt, pulled it on, then buttoned it up. As she pulled on her jacket, she mock-ordered, Get your clothes on, prisoner. Dave smiled as he slowly moved to his pile of clothes and got dressed; he was surprisingly tired from his unexpected exertions. When he was completely dressed she took his arm and guided him to the door. Just before she opened the door she moved into his arms, I love you, Dave, and probably always will. I dont think Ill have time to see you again before you leave but I wanted to make sure you knew how much I love you. She kissed him passionately. After the heated kiss she grabbed his arm roughly and opened the door. Dave must have looked really wiped because the look on the security personnels faces was priceless. Roxanne guided him back to Sarah then said to her. Keep a close eye on this guy. Hes carrying a very dangerous concealed weapon. I unloaded it for now but he might not stay that way. She smiled at Sarah, winked, and walked away. Dave watched her walk away and he wondered how she could walk so naturally when both of her holes had just been royally reamed and were full of his seed. Raymond had already loaded all the bags into the Rolls by the time Sarah led Alec, Shauna, and a very tired-looking Dave to the car. As soon as Dave sat down he stared out the window in a trance. His trip back to England had just started but, if the first half hour was any indication, it would be a trip of a life-time.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Two - Graduation The day after the party with Rebecca's friends, was warmer and dryer and, as Dave had hoped, the local driving range opened. Dave spent four hours hitting balls and was pleasantly sore when he eventually drove home. His swing felt good after the long winter break and, in general, he had struck the ball well. He still decided to call the golf academy and arrange a lesson with the pro that had helped him the two previous summers. Dave spent the rest of Sunday doing homework and studying. The month of May passed quickly as Dave's final year of school on QAI quickly drew to a close. Dave had earned three exemptions from his six courses, which meant he only had to write three final exams. He studied hard for those three exams and felt he did well. The prom dance was the last Friday in May - Dave and John were double dating. Dave had gone out with Rebecca several times since the party but, except for a little oral sex in the car, they didn't have an opportunity to make love. Dave had taken his lesson at the golf academy and practiced regularly. Hornsby and Hawks Hollow didn't open until the third week of May which was the first week of exams, so Dave didn't get out golfing until the final week of May. He was very happy to finally be golfing again and he played very well, shooting par or better every round. During one of his drives back from Hawks Hallow, he thought about the agreement he made with his father the previous fall. Dave had wanted to get a job so he would have some extra spending money but with hockey and studies he didn't have time. His father agreed that he needed his own vehicle and a weekly allowance for gas and insurance so they agreed to take five thousand dollars from his trust fund to buy the car and then two hundred dollars per week for expenses. Dave asked if the agreement went against the intent of the trust but his father explained that by getting a full scholarship to Wake Forest, Dave would save the trust forty thousand dollars per year and therefore spending ten thousand on personal expenses was reasonable. The agreement also included a promise from Dave that Beth would get his car during his first year at college. Roger didn't think it was a good idea for Dave to take his car to North Carolina. Dave bought a used Honda Prelude. On the Friday of the prom dance, Dave and John golfed at Hornsby. Both had finished all their exams and were confident they would both make the honour list with averages of over eighty-five percent. Dave shot a very good round of sixty-eight while John played well to shoot seventy-four. It was a relaxing day before the exciting night ahead. Dave and John had the whole evening planned. They were going to a fancy restaurant for supper at eight o'clock, then proceeding to the prom dance around nine thirty or ten o'clock. After the prom dance, they were going to a local hotel where they each had a room booked. John had rented a tux while Dave was going to use the one given to him in England the previous summer. On the drive home from the golf course, they stopped at a flower shop and picked up the corsages they had ordered. John dropped Dave off at his house and said he would be waiting for Dave to pick him up at seven-forty. Dave had agreed to be the designated driver for the evening. Dave strolled into his house and placed the corsage in the fridge. He found Beth sitting in the television room - she had just arrived home from school. As they talked briefly, Beth said he was lucky to be finishing school. He laughed and explained he had heard that university was much harder but he was looking forward to the challenge. He asked how her classes were going and she said she was doing well. Dave briefly remembered how her grades had fallen drastically in grade nine and how he had later found out that he, or rather her crush on him, was partly to blame. She had been trying to get his attention and he hadn't noticed. They spent some very special time together during her summer after grade nine and her marks rebounded significantly. In fact, her average in grade ten was in the high eighties, the highest marks she had ever received. Their parents were very pleased and had thanked Dave for helping to work out Beth's troubles. Beth asked Dave if he was ready for the dance and he said he had to shower and freshen up. She said she was looking forward to her own prom dance the following year. Dave kissed her on the cheek before he went upstairs. After Dave showered, he felt very refreshed. He pulled on a pair of shorts and tee-shirt - he still had two hours before he was to pick Rebecca up and he didn't want to put his tux on so early. When he came back downstairs, his mother was cooking supper. He went into the family room and logged onto the computer. He hadn't checked his e-mail for a few days and he was very surprised to see an e-mail from Sarah, his English princess. As soon as he saw her name he instantly flashed back to the previous summer and the wonderful times he had spent with her and her maid, Roxanne. His trip to England had been incredible and he, Sarah, and Roxanne had some fantastic times, high adventure, and fantastic sex before he returned to Canada. He opened the e-mail and read it. He cheered as he read that Sarah had received approval from her father to come to visit Dave on QAI for two weeks, but only if Roxanne went with her. "It would be quite nice to have that fox guarding that hen," he thought. Dave looked at Sarah's planned travel dates and immediately noticed how it would overlap with his new golf plans for the summer. Dave had decided that playing another year as a junior would not be challenging enough, so he had registered for the QAI Amateur and that tournament was July 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th. The top four finishers of that tournament represented QAI at the Canadian Amateur Championships in early August. Sarah's planned arrival date was June 26th; the day the family was scheduled to move to the trailer for the summer. Dave wondered if his parents would allow him to stay at the house with Sarah and Roxanne during their visit. He thought they probably would, as they had allowed him and Jennifer to live at the house while his mother's friend, Sam visited the previous summer. Dave hit the reply button on the screen and wrote Hi Sarah It's really nice to hear from you again. I'm pleased to hear Roxanne is still working for you and I would love to have you visit this summer. I'll check with my parents and I'm sure we can make some arrangements. I will send you another message when I have more information. How is school going? How are your parents? Talk to you soon, Dave After Dave hit the send button, he went to find his father. Roger was sitting in the living room reading the paper. Dave sat beside him and asked, "Dad, Sarah just sent me an e-mail asking if she could visit for two weeks at the end of June. Can she stay at the house?" Roger folded the paper, placed it on his lap and looked directly at his son with a huge grin on his face, "Lord Thurlow and I have been e-mailing on this visit for over a month now. We already arranged for Sarah and Roxanne to stay at the house for the two weeks they are here. I wanted her to surprise you, so I didn't say anything earlier - but your mother and I have already approved their visit." Dave now sported a smile as big as his father's, "Excellent! I can hardly wait." Roger looked at Dave very soberly, "I hope you don't forget about your current girlfriend, Rebecca. I know that you two don't seem nearly as serious as you were with previous girlfriends but you still have to treat her with respect." Dave had forgotten about Rebecca briefly. He nodded as he thought about her and he decided to just see what happened. Sarah's visit was still a month away and his father was right when he said that Dave and Rebecca weren't nearly as serious as Dave had been with Katherine or Jennifer. Dave went back to the computer and e-mailed Sarah that she and Roxanne were more than welcome to stay at the family's house and that he would talk to her again as her arrival date grew nearer. Dave then opened Microsoft excel and revised his summer schedule. He had developed the schedule after he had seen how helpful the schedule he had used the previous summer had been. Last year's schedule was crazy but right now this summer's schedule only had a few items. Island Amateur July 2nd to 5th East Coast Amateur July 31st to August 2nd Canadian Amateur August 9th to 14th Move to Wake Forest August 16th Both the East Coast and Canadian Amateur tournaments were dependant on him qualifying - if he didn't, his schedule would be almost non-existent. He thought that might not be a bad thing but he also knew he wanted to make the Island Amateur team and starting Monday, he was beginning his daily practice routine with more playing and practice time planned for the afternoons. He saved his revised schedule and went to his room. His family was eating when he went past the kitchen, so he didn't interrupt them. In his room, he pulled out his registration package for Wake Forest. He had already read through the package many times but he again reviewed the documents. He remembered sending the Housing Agreement a month earlier and he was curious what residence he would be assigned and what his roommate would be like. He reviewed the campus layout and plotted the shortest route from each residence to the golf facilities. He was very excited and at the same time nervous about attending a college so far from home. He was still looking over the package when his mother stuck her head in the door. She said, "You must know the entire package by heart - you've read it dozens of times." Dave smiled, "I guess I still can't believe I'm finally going to play for a US college - I've dreamed about it for so long that I can't wait to get there. With exams finishing this week, my schooling here is all done and I'm ready to move on." His mother sat on the bed beside him and put her arm around his shoulder, "Don't rush to grow up too fast. Promise me you will try to enjoy yourself at university. Golf is very important and I am sure you will be very successful, but university can be a real adventure if you allow yourself to have some fun. Live a little - your golf will still be there." Dave shrugged as all he could think about was advancing his golf career. Finally he smiled at his mother and replied, "I'll try." She kissed his cheek, "You should get dressed and go get Rebecca. I want some pictures of the two of you before you go to the prom." Dave looked at his watch, surprised, it was almost seven o'clock. As his mother walked out of the room, he pulled off his shorts and tee-shirt and pulled on his tux. The fit was a little tight through the chest and arms and Dave realized that he had bulked up a little with all the hockey weight training. Luckily the tux wasn't too tight; it could probably be adjusted by a good tailor if he grew even larger. He was completely dressed except for the bowtie. He tried to remember how Sarah had tied it the previous year but it looked wrong every time, so he finally went downstairs to see if his mother could help. When he walked into the living room, his mom was sitting talking to his father and as she looked up at Dave she gasped, "You look incredibly handsome in that tux, David. I can't believe how much you've grown up the last two years." Dave could see tears in her eyes and he knew she must be very emotional because the only time she every called him David was when she was either very angry or very happy. He walked to her holding the bowtie in his hand, "Can you help me with this?" She stood and took the tie from his hand. With the skill and softness only a mother has, she put the tie around his neck and tied a perfect bow. Then she hugged him tightly before she adjusted his jacket. He walked to the mirror and looked at her handy work. He turned to her, "Perfect; thanks, Mom. I'm going to get Rebecca." As he turned his father spoke for the first time, "Dave, you look very handsome. Please remember not to drink and drive. If you need a ride, your mother or I will take you anywhere you want to go or you can call a taxi." Dave turned and smiled at him, "Thanks Dad. Actually, I'm the designated driver. I promise I won't have a single drink until I get to the hotel for the night." Roger simply nodded as Dave turned and walked out through the kitchen. He stopped at the fridge and grabbed the corsage before he continued out the door. Rebecca's parents were very excited when Dave arrived. He had met them twice and they seemed to be very nice people. Rebecca's two younger brothers Riley and Robbie ran into the room. They had warmed up to Dave the first time Dave met them and they were sprinting towards Dave when their father snatched them in his arms and explained, "Dave is wearing a tuxedo so he can't be wrestling with you two rug rats tonight. Run along and play." They waved to Dave then darted out of the room as quickly as they had entered. Just as the boys left the living room, Rebecca walked in. Dave gasped as he saw her. She was wearing a navy dress that accentuated her round hips and breasts perfectly. Her red hair was up in a bun and the knee length dress had a short slit in the side displaying her legs very seductively. Dave walked to her slowly and whispered, "You look breath-taking. Maybe we could just go straight to the hotel and skip the silly ceremony." She smiled, "You look incredible too. How could you find a tux that fits you so well? Don't worry, we'll have lots of time for fun later." She kissed him tenderly, "I promise it'll be worth the wait." Dave felt his pants stir as he heard Rebecca's promise. He carefully pinned the corsage on her dress. The baby blue corsage went perfectly with the dress and he silently thanked his mother for reminding him to ask Rebecca what color her dress was before he had ordered the corsage. When he turned around to face Rebecca's parents, he saw her mom holding a camera. Dave and Rebecca stood arm- in-arm for a few pictures. Rebecca's mother then asked if they could go outside by her garden for a few more pictures. Dave and Rebecca happily posed for several more pictures before they left. They drove back to his house where his mother repeated the picture-taking ceremony. After the short stop they went to John's house. John's mother insisted on more pictures and it was almost eight o'clock before they were finally on their way to the restaurant. As they walked into the restaurant, Dave noticed that Rebecca's firm, round ass looked spectacular in the dress; he had to restrain his impulse to reach out and stroke it. There were absolutely no panty lines; he guessed she must have worn a thong. The meal was wonderful - Dave and Rebecca both had chicken cordon bleu for their main course. The four friends took their time eating. They left the restaurant after nine-thirty and went to the school for the dance. The dance was already in full swing when they arrived and Dave and John immediately found their group of friends. After spending some time with his friends, Dave and Rebecca danced several fast dances before a slow song started - Rebecca melted into Dave's arms. He whispered in her ear, "That dress looks spectacular on you. You must be wearing a thong because your ass looks perfect." Rebecca giggled, "Maybe I'm not wearing any underwear at all." She laughed again when she felt his dick lurch at her comment. She added, "Ohh, we're going to have fun tonight, aren't we?" Dave whispered, "You're a devil - you know that. I'm going to be half hard all night just thinking about whether or not you have any panties on." She cooed, "Maybe we should find somewhere private, to look after your problem." She felt his bulge get rock hard and she laughed again. "Yes, we'll definitely have to deal with that very soon." Dave was snickering when he felt an elbow jab into his back. He turned and looked to see who was behind him and was disappointed to see a sneering Katherine staring at him. Dave just gave Katherine a dirty look and guide Rebecca to the far side of the dance floor. He was dancing with her comfortably in his arms with his hardness drilling into her stomach when she whispered, "She's coming this way again. Do you want me to say something to her?" Dave replied, "No, I'll deal with her. Just warn me when she's really close." They continued dancing and as Dave turned Rebecca around, he saw Katherine only a few feet from them. He looked right into her eyes and asked coldly, "Do you have a problem?" Katherine shot back, "You shouldn't be here with that whore!" Rebecca immediately pulled away from Dave and glared at Katherine. Katherine started to move towards Rebecca and Rebecca started towards Katherine. Dave quickly jumped between the two of them. He moved Rebecca behind him and growled, "You have absolutely no right to say that about Rebecca. If you've got a problem; you should damn well deal with it. Stay the fuck away from me tonight and I'll stay away from you." Dave then glared at Katherine's date who he knew to be one of the in-crowd. He growled at him, "You keep her away from us tonight. I would never hit her, so you will be the outlet for my anger." Dave clenched his teeth at him, "Do you understand me?" Katherine started to say something but her date seemed to understand Dave clearly and he cut her off, "Let's go, Katherine. I don't want our time tonight ruined over this." He grabbed her arm and pulled her through the crowded dance floor. Dave turned to Rebecca and took her in his arms again. He whispered, "I'm sorry about that. I was scared she might make a scene, but I was hoping she wouldn't." Rebecca chuckled, "I thought you might like to see a little cat fight. I know I could have taken her." Dave just laughed and shook his head, "Thanks for understanding." Rebecca whined, "That little scene seemed to deflate your little buddy. I guess you're no longer interested in whether my neatly trimmed red bush is bare under my dress or not?" She felt an immediate stir in Dave's pants again and added, "That's more like it. I'd hate to think I was losing my touch." Dave hugged her close and he slid his hands to her ass. He could not feel anything beneath her dress, and, as he moved his hand up the crack of her ass, he could find no trace off any panties. His little buddy was as hard as steel again and he returned to gently grinding it against her. Rebecca's hands were around his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder as she pushed her erect nipples into his chest. They danced for three straight slow songs before the deejay put on a fast paced song. Rebecca pulled back from Dave and motioned towards the refreshments table. Dave took her hand and guided her to the table. They each picked up a drink and walked to the seats where Dave's friends were sitting. John smiled at Dave, "I saw Katherine's little performance. It's hard to believe such a sweet girl could become so damn bitter." Dave just shrugged, "It's time to move on. I'd rather not talk about her, please." John nodded understandingly. Dave talked with some of his other friends who sat at the several tables right beside his table. They talked about final exams and about what their summer plans were. Dave was talking to John when he spotted two guys he knew from his advanced math class. They were sitting alone at a distant table with their dates. The tables that surrounded their table were empty. All the tables were setup to sit eight people and even though John and Dave's friends were at tables next to theirs, no one was actually using the other four seats. Dave knew the two guys were fairly geeky but he had always considered them friends. He walked over to them and started talking. Their dates were pretty plain looking girls and Dave knew them as well. He invited them to join him and John. The four looked at each other and nodded agreement. All of Dave's friends knew the four students and welcomed them openly into the group. Rebecca and John's date struck up a conversation with the two girls and all four soon felt very comfortable in the new group. Dave and Rebecca eventually returned to the dance floor and were dancing for a while when another set of slow songs began to play. Dave took Rebecca in his arms and she whispered, "That was really nice how you invited those two couples to join your group. I can tell that they're not very social. I definitely know now that the rumors I heard about you have to be false. If you were arrogant, you would not go out of your way to make those four have a more enjoyable time tonight. I'm happy I agreed to go out with you. You are a nice guy." Dave replied sarcastically, "Thanks a lot. The kiss of death - "You're a nice guy". I guess you'll want me to take you straight home after the dance, now, will you?" Rebecca laughed, "Hell no, I want you to fuck my brains out. Just because you're a nice guy doesn't mean I'm a nice girl. In fact if you can find somewhere private, I would fuck you right here in the school." Dave was surprised by her words and just as she said them he spotted the physical education teacher standing at the refreshment table. The man was one of the younger teachers at the school and Dave had become good friends with him. Dave wondered if he might convince the teacher to give him the key to the locker room. When the song ended Dave led Rebecca from the dance floor and asked her to sit down; he would join her shortly. She looked at him quizzically and he nodded towards the teacher. She smiled and walked back to her seat. Dave walked up to the teacher and said, "Hi, Mr. Coady. I bet it hasn't been that long since you were attending your own prom dance." Mr. Coady smirked at Dave, "Longer than you think, Dave. Are you having a good time?" Dave lowered his voice, "I'm having a great time - but I could use a more private space for a little while. I was wondering if you would lend me the key for the locker room?" Mr. Coady looked at Dave with surprise, "I couldn't do that, Dave. Not that I mind, but if I ever got caught, I might get suspended. I couldn't risk it." Dave quickly retorted, "I'll be very discreet and if I get caught I will say I stole the key off your desk. I promise I won't get you in trouble." Mr. Coady looked very skeptical but Dave pressed, "Come on, Mr. Coady, think back. I'm sure you did some wild things in high school." Dave saw a smirk cross Mr. Coady's face and he knew he had him. Mr. Coady looked around to make sure no one was watching and he carefully removed a key from his key chain. There was no one else near the refreshment table so he set the key on the corner and whispered, "I don't know when I lost this key but I know I last used it Wednesday morning." Dave whispered back, "Thanks, Mr. Coady." He took the key and slid it in his pocket. Dave returned to his table smiling at Rebecca. When she looked at him, he winked. A devilish smile lit up her face and Dave sat beside her and whispered, "I got the key for the locker room." She immediately replied, "Let's go!" Dave chuckled, "Soon. We should wait until everyone is distracted." Rebecca looked at him questioningly. He continued, "I think they are going to announce the prom king and queen soon; that will be a perfect time to slip away." Rebecca nodded agreement. They rejoined the conversation with Dave's friends. After about twenty minutes Dave saw a girl he knew was on the dance committee ushering three guys and three girls towards the stage. Dave took Rebecca's hand and winked at her. They stood and he led here to the corner of the gym farthest from the stage. Dave quietly thanked the designer of the gym for putting the men's locker room at the opposite end of the gym from the stage. Dave's heart was pounding a mile a minute and he briefly wondered if the school would reject his graduation if he got caught. The dance committee chairman stood on the stage and announce. "We will now crown our prom king and queen." Dave looked around and everyone seemed to be watching the stage. He quickly looked for the one person he knew would turn him in if she saw him - he saw Katherine standing near the stage watching her date who happened to be one of the three finalists for prom king. Dave pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He nervously looked at the crowd again; when he thought the coast was clear, he opened the door and led Rebecca inside. It was pitch black. He knew that a long hallway led to the locker room, so without turning on the light he locked the door behind Rebecca, took her hand and guided her down the dark corridor. He laughed when he remembered the party where Rebecca pulled him into the dark and he whispered, "We always seem to end up in the dark." Rebecca laughed. Dave added, "There is a door at the end of this hallway. We can turn the lights on in the locker room after we go through that door and close it." He continued running his free hand down the wall until he felt the end wall. He pushed the second door open and led Rebecca inside. As soon as they entered they could smell the unmistakable odor of sweat and athletic clothes. He heard Rebecca whisper, "I can smell we are close now." Dave chuckled as he felt for the light switch. He found the switch and turned it on. The door was still slightly ajar so he pushed it closed tightly before he turned around to look at the locker room. He had been in this locker room many times. There were five rows of lockers on each side of the main walkway leading into the shower room. Dave was looking towards the shower room when Rebecca moved into his arms. She whispered, "I always wanted to see the inside of a men's locker room." Dave kissed her passionately and his hands slid to her round firm ass. He couldn't wait to see if she was wearing panties, so he moved his hands towards the bottom of her dress but as he started to lift her dress, she dropped to her knees and looked up at him, "You'll have to wait a little longer for that surprise." She unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. His rock hard pole pushed through the opening and, in one smooth motion, Rebecca pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. She licked the end of his knob before sucking his crown into her mouth. Dave closed his eyes as he moved his hands to her head. She started stroking him as she sucked his shaft. His excitement built quickly and he knew he would not last very long. She quickly synchronized her sucking and stroking motion and he felt his balls fill with sperm. He warned her as he felt his juices erupt sending his hot lava of love into her steaming hot mouth. She sucked and squeezed every ounce from him before she started to kiss her way up his body. She removed his cummerbund and unbuttoned his shirt. She untied his bow tie and slid both his jacket and shirt off in one motion. Dave stepped out of his shoes and pants as Rebecca stood back to look at his tall muscular body. She whispered, "You would definitely get my vote for prom king." Dave laughed, "Yes, maybe, but unfortunately I wasn't allowed to campaign with nude pictures." He looked down at his body and he immediately saw the black socks. He smiled at her, "Don't my grandpa socks look sexy." She moved into his arms and he felt her hard nipples push into his chest. She hissed, "You would look sexy in grandma's nylons." Dave kissed her neck, "You are kinky, aren't you?" He pushed her into one of the rows of lockers and pinned her against a metal door. He kissed her neck as his fingers pinched and teased her hard nipples through the blue material. His hands slid down her hips - he had to know if she was wearing panties. He caressed her thighs as he moved his hands under her dress. His hands moved farther and farther up her dress until he felt her soft pubic hair and her tender lips. He pulled his head back and gasped, "You didn't wear panties!" She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Dave immediately dropped to his knees and lifted her dress over his head. He could smell her excitement as he slid his tongue over her pouty lips. She sighed as his tongue did a few laps around her soft petals before he slipped his tongue deep inside her. Her juices tasted so sweet yet tangy that he became euphoric and he couldn't resist sliding two fingers deep inside her hot love canal. She moaned loudly as he worked the two fingers in and out while he jabbed her emerging clit with his tongue. He fingered and licked for all his worth as her breathing grew heavier and heavier and her legs began to tremble. He sensed her impending orgasm so he removed his fingers from her simmering slit and grasped both of her ass cheeks in each hand as he latched onto her clit - sucking and licking intently. Rebecca's orgasm crashed over her and Dave had to hold her up as her legs began to give out. He continued sucking and licking her as she slowly regained her senses and her balance. Once he was confident she could stand on her own, he stood up and as he stood, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. As he lowered his arms, he looked at her incredible well-rounded naked body. He whispered, "You are truly gorgeous." She smiled at him as they came together - two totally naked bodies pressing together for the first time. He could feel her nipples boring into his upper abdomen as she felt his resurrected hardness pressing between her thighs. He asked, "I have some condoms in my jacket, do I need one or are we safe?" She gasped, "I've been on the pill for a couple years; we're safe." Dave bent his knees as he took his rock hard shaft in his hand and guided it to her dripping wet opening. He felt the crown slid between her nether lips as she moaned in excitement. He moved his other hand to the locker above her shoulder to keep his balance as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her wet love hole. Rebecca moved her hands to his hard ass and pulled him gently deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. She panted, "I'm no novice, but you are much bigger than any of the others. You are filling me like I have never been filled before; you feel so hot." Dave agreed, "God, you feel incredible too. You are so sexy that you are driving me crazy." She smiled, "Fuck me, Big Boy!" He moved his free hand to her hip and gently pulled back. When he felt his crown reach her opening he thrust into her firmly. She moaned, "Yes! Drive it into me!" He obliged her by pulling out quickly and thrusting even harder. She moaned again and repeated her encouragement. He moved his hand, which was against the locker, to her other hip and in so doing pushed her body firmly against the metal door. She called out instructions as his thrusts grew faster and harder until he was driving his rock hard pole as deep into her as he could. She panted harder and harder as her orgasm grew. Dave held off as long as he could to try and match his orgasm with hers. She was flailing her head back and forth as she moaned gibberish and he couldn't hold back any longer as his most intense orgasm in many months flooded his senses. He drove every jet of ropey cum deep into her womb. She dug her nails hard into his back as her orgasm peaked and he was surprised by the combination of pain and excitement in her assault. He pushed her against the locker to keep from falling over and his head dropped to her shoulder. His entire body was shaking with the extra adrenalin still flowing in his body. Rebecca moved her hands to his neck and she held him close as their two sweaty bodies slowly recovered. Rebecca simply whispered, "Wow!" As Dave recovered his strength and balance, he looked into her deep green eyes, "Wow, yourself!" He kissed her passionately and her tongue darted out to meet his. He moved his hands to her round breasts and he tenderly tweaked her nipples. She suggested, "We should probably get out there before someone misses us." Dave nodded agreement as his soft prick slid out of her oozing slit. She moved past him and went down the walkway towards the bathroom. He followed her and pointed her towards the washroom. She entered one of the stalls while he found some paper towel and cleaned himself up. He heard the toilet flush and a smiling redhead emerged from the stall. She took some soap and cleaned her pubic area and her hands. H took some more paper towel and gently dried her pubic area for her. She smirked at him wickedly, "We should get out of here fairly soon. I can't wait to spend the entire night in your arms." Dave nodded agreement as he put his arm around her shoulder and guided her back to where their clothes were sitting on the floor. She only took a second to pull the dress over her head. She then helped Dave get dressed. She buttoned his shirt for him as he buckled his pants. She fastened his cummerbund while he slid on his shoes. He then tried to tie his bowtie but again he struggled fruitlessly with it. He looked at Rebecca and she just shrugged her inability to assist. He tied it the best he could even though he knew it wasn't perfect. He pulled on his jacket and led Rebecca to the door. He kissed her again before he turned off the light and guided her back down the hallway. He could see a very faint crack of light under the door and, as he reached the door, he felt around for the manual lock. He unlocked the lock, cracked the door open slightly, and peeked out. No one seemed to be looking towards the locker room so he quickly pulled Rebecca out and they leaned against the door and kissed. He discreetly locked the door and they walked back to their table. John smiled at Dave when Dave sat down but he didn't say anything. Dave simply smirked back at him. Dave didn't know what he had missed and he didn't really care. He looked for Mr. Coady and found him standing along the side of the gym talking to some other teachers. Dave watched him intently and when Mr. Coady went back to the refreshments table, Dave met him there. Dave poured two drinks for him and Rebecca then set the key on the table and whispered, "Thanks, Mr. Coady." Mr. Coady didn't reply but simply shook his head at the rash impulsiveness of the young as Dave walked back to his table with the drinks. Dave and Rebecca danced and talked with friends for another hour before Dave asked John, "Are you ready to leave?" John nodded so they said goodbye to all their friends before they guided their dates to the exit. It only took ten minutes to get to the hotel and ten minutes later they were checked into their rooms. John and Dave said goodnight and went to their separate rooms. Dave had originally planned to have a few beers once he got to the room but thinking about Rebecca's bare snatch convinced him to leave the unnecessary beer in the trunk of the car. As soon as they entered the room Dave and Rebecca fell into each other's arms. They made soft passionate love several times before falling asleep pressed tightly together. Dave hadn't actually slept with anyone since the previous summer and it felt wonderful to have her tender body in his arms all night. They slept late in the morning; they didn't get up until almost ten o'clock. They showered, making sensual love in the shower before checking out just before eleven. John and his date joined them in the lobby at eleven o'clock. Dave first drove John and his date home, and then he drove Rebecca home. They kissed passionately and said goodbye. Rebecca whispered, "Call me next week." Dave nodded before he walked back to the car. He knew this was the perfect relationship for him right now because, even after making incredible love all night, there was still no need for them to be together all weekend. Dave knew he really liked Rebecca but he also thought he would have little trouble leaving her to go to Wake Forest. Dave arrived home with little fanfare. He made a large meal then went to the golf course to practice. While he was hitting balls, an idea came to him and he decided to ask his parents if he could move into the trailer right away, so he could start his early morning practice routine early. He continued hitting balls all afternoon and he planned his month at the trailer. He drove home just after supper and found his parents in the living room. He asked them about his plan and after some discussion they agreed. Dave thanked them and went to his room to pack - he was going to move in the next morning. He woke early on Sunday and drove straight to Hawks Hollow. He practiced for three hours before going to the trailer. He spent the afternoon cleaning the trailer before he made supper then he went back to the golf course and played nine holes. He returned to the trailer and went to bed. The campground was extremely quiet and Dave thought about the upcoming week. He had to go to school on Wednesday for his final grades and the graduation ceremony was on Friday evening. He changed his thoughts to Rebecca and fell asleep thinking about her soft skin. The week passed quickly, he practiced every morning and played every afternoon before practicing more during the evening. He went to school on Wednesday and was very pleased when he received an eighty-eight average. His parents were very proud that he made the honour role in his final year. He spoke to Rebecca briefly on Wednesday and made some plans for Saturday. After practicing and playing eighteen holes on Friday, he pulled on some dress clothes and went to the gymnasium at the university. The university had hosted the graduation ceremonies for both city high schools since the new gym was built in 1991. Dave met up with John and his friends and they found their graduation gowns and prepared for the ceremony. Dave thought the ceremony was hot and boring but he knew his parents enjoyed the celebration. After the ceremony was over, Dave was standing outside with his parents. He spotted Katherine with her parents. He knew he had to congratulate her so he quietly walked over and said, "Hi, Katherine. Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Murray. Congratulations, Katherine, and good luck next year." Katherine looked at him stunned. He simply nodded goodbye and walked back to his parents. His mother kissed him on the cheek, "That was very mature of you, Dave." Dave simply shrugged. John soon walked over to Dave and asked, "Ready for the party?" Dave looked at him quizzically, "What party?" John laughed, "The big grad party. We're going out to South Shore to celebrate the end of school." Dave looked at his parents. His father said, "Have a good time but be careful. Don't drive with anyone who is drinking and, if you are stuck for a ride, please call us." Dave turned to John, "Can you pick me up in twenty minutes at my house?" John nodded. Dave left with his parents and his sisters. When they arrived home he followed Julie into her room and asked, "Will you get me some beer?" Julie smiled, "Sure, what would you like?" Dave said, "A dozen Alpine would be perfect." He handed Julie twenty dollars as she walked out the door. Dave changed into denims and a golf shirt then pulled on a jacket for when the night got cold. Julie arrived home just as John pulled up. Dave thanked Julie and put the beer in John's trunk. John and Dave drove straight to South Shore. Several of their friends had cottages there and the party was expected to be huge. John parked his car beside the cottage of their friend Tony, in a place that didn't block any other vehicles. He assured Dave that the car would not move after they arrived. Dave nodded agreement. They went in their friend's cottage and put their beer in the already full fridge. Dave wondered if he would actually get to drink all his beer before poachers stole them. He and John sat in the living room with Tony and a few friends as they started sipping their drinks. They talked about things that happened during the three years of high school and about plans for the summer and the future. John kept talking about the NHL hockey draft taking place the next week and how he hoped he would get drafted. When Dave's friends asked him about the draft, Dave simply said, "I'm going to Wake Forest, no matter what. I've made that clear to all the teams that called me." John knew Dave was getting calls but he also knew Dave didn't want to talk about it; he appreciated his friend for not gloating about his offers. John suspected they were substantial. After finishing a few beers, John and Dave took two more beer each and walked down the clay lane to another friend's cottage. They passed several other cottages that were hosting parties. Dave saw Suzie, Katherine's cousin, and Dave's nemesis from the in-crowd, at one of the parties. He immediately knew Katherine would be close by and he tapped John on the shoulder and motioned towards Suzie. John nodded and said, "Yeah, let's just move to the next cottage." Dave followed his friend farther down the lane. They soon reached the cottage of one of Dave's Midget AAA teammates from the previous year. They walked into the cottage and were soon surrounded by most of Dave's previous year's AAA team. Dave and John laughed and told stories with them. One of the players took Dave's arm and pulled him aside to talk. Dave chuckled at Chris Dunn who was totally loaded. Chris looked at Dave and in a very slurred voice explained, "Dave, you're a really good guy. 'Member last year ... when I blew that fucking game in the playoffs? Most guys would have blamed me but you never did and the rest of the team followed your lead and didn't give me a hard time either. I really sucked that game and I know I fucked our playoffs but you never blamed me. I always wondered why the other players never accused me of blowing the fucking game either. It wasn't until this year that Brandon MacDougall told me that you went to all the players and told them to give me a break. I just had a bad game. Dave, you were the best captain I ever had and thank you for that." Dave smiled, "Do you remember the last thing I said to you last year in the dressing room?" Chris slurred, "Fucking eh! You said we would get them this year." Dave laughed, "And you did, didn't you. I only saw one of your games but I heard you were unbelievable in all the playoffs this year and that you almost single-handed beat the western team in the final. You only allowed four goals in five games, right." A huge smile came over Chris's face and he stammered, "You're fucking right, we beat them and when we did, I silently said, 'That win is for you, Dave.'" Dave blushed but he knew Chris was way too drunk to notice, "Thanks, Chris, I appreciate the thought and I appreciate your thank you." Chris put his arm around Dave and shouted, "You're the best, Dave - the fucking best." Dave shook his very intoxicated friend's hand before he went to talk to his other friends. Dave was just finishing his second beer when Chris walked up to him and handed him another. Dave thanked him before Chris staggered off. Dave was standing alone on the porch of the cottage looking out over the Northumberland Strait when John walked up to him, pretending he was loaded and put his arm around Dave. He mimicked Chris, "You're the fucking best." Dave laughed and joked with his best friend, "Fuck off, John, Chris is just a little drunk, that's all, give him a break." John laughed but turned serious for a brief moment, "Dave, Chris is right you know." Dave looked questioningly at John, "What? Are you drunk too?" John just smiled, "I'm feeling pretty good but I know what I'm saying and what I'm saying is THANK YOU. Thank you for helping me have a great playoffs out in Calgary last year. Thank you for helping me get drafted to the Missiles and thank you for making my first major junior season with the Missiles incredible. I know that any good player could have played on your wing this year and gotten lots of points, but I'm really happy it was me. And the thing I thank you most for is not giving me a hard time about golf last year. You knew before I did that I was more interested in hockey than golf, but you never pressured me. I won't yell it like Chris did but you really are the best friend a guy could ever have." John put his hand out for Dave to shake but Dave pulled John close and hugged him tightly. As they parted Dave said, "We're going in different directions now but I sure hope we will always be best friends. And you have to promise me when you get to the NHL and I'm in town, you will get me tickets for a game." John laughed, "If I make it, consider it done." Dave just smirked at his friend, "Don't sell yourself short, John; you're a great hockey player. You'll make it." Dave then looked at his beer. "I'm almost empty, ready to head back to Tony's cottage for refills." John nodded and the two friends started back up the lane. Tony's cottage was overflowing with people and John and Dave had to push their way to the fridge. They each took two beers and wondered off in different directions talking to schoolmates. The next couple hours passed quickly as Dave met a lot of his friends. Just after midnight Dave saw a large bonfire on the beach so he found John and they grabbed two more beers and headed to the beach. They had drunk most of their beer and both were pretty tight as they stumbled toward the beach. The bright moonlight shone off the water and helped the fire to light up the beach. Dave could see a lot of people standing in groups talking. As he and John reached the first group, they saw a few familiar faces and stopped to talk to them. John and Dave soon became separated as they walked from group to group. Dave had finished off one of his beers and was walking with the other when he heard a very familiar voice, "Why isn't your whore with you tonight?" Dave turned to see Katherine standing with a few of her friends. Dave simply toasted his bottle in the air to Katherine and kept walking to another group of people. He found a girl from his English class and began talking to her when suddenly Katherine walked up behind him and pushed him. Dave turned quickly in a defensive posture, unsure who had pushed him. When he saw it was Katherine, he lowered his hands and shook his head. He was pretty drunk and the last thing he wanted to do was say something he would regret. He smiled at the girl from his English class and said, "Good luck at SMU next year." And he started to walk up the beach alone. He was fairly well up the beach on his way back to Tony's, when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see a girl walking behind him. It was dark but he could tell by her shape that it was Katherine. He wasn't sure whether to stop or to run away. He stopped and waited for her. As she drew near to him, he could tell she was very emotional and he thought she might be crying. He stood still unsure what to do when she slapped his face and started trying to hit him. He quickly dropped his beer, grabbed her wrists to stop her assault and growled, "Stop it, Katherine!" She wailed, "Why don't you love me?" Dave looked into her eyes, "Katherine, I did love you and part of me will always love you." She retorted, "Then why did you break up with me?" Dave tried to be calm but he was feeling very emotional as the alcohol was having a strong effect on him, "Katherine, I loved you dearly. I never cheated on you once while we were going together except for the time we spent together with Jennifer. I trusted you completely - but you wouldn't trust me. I know I teased you initially about the girls around the team, but I never once considered spending a second with them - I already had the most beautiful, smartest girl there was. I only wanted you but you kept accusing me of cheating and I just couldn't stand that you couldn't trust me. I couldn't take it any longer. I'm sorry." She began to cry even harder and she fell into his arms and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Dave. I loved you so much and there were so many pretty girls hanging all over the players and all of them said they wanted you. Many of them outright told me they would have you before the end of the season. I couldn't understand why you would want plain old me when you could have your pick of those girls." He hugged her close, "You are definitely not plain. I never wanted those girls - I only wanted you." She asked, "How many of them did you sleep with after we broke up?" Dave pushed her out to arms length and looked directly in her eyes, "I never slept with a single one. I never wanted them. I was alone for months, but that was okay with me. I needed time to get over you and over Jennifer. I still love both of you very much but in Jennifer's case we are still very good friends and I hope that will always be the case. I hope someday we can be friends, too. I miss talking to you and I miss going to see you play soccer." Dave rubbed his hand across her cheek. "You will always be special to me." Katherine fell into his arms crying again, "I'm so sorry, Dave. I realized that part of my anger was that you were going to North Carolina this fall and I didn't want to lose you again but instead I pushed you away even sooner. Will you forgive me?" Dave kissed her cheek softly. "I love you Katherine and I want to remain friends. We might even become more than that in the future, but that can't happen until after both of us live our own lives for a while. I'm going south and you are going to UQAI with a soccer scholarship." She hugged him close, "Will you make love to me tonight, Dave? I really need you." Dave hugged her close as he whispered, "I'd love to make love to you but, right now I'm going out with Rebecca and I won't cheat on her." Katherine looked hurt but at the same time she understood what Dave said. She knew and appreciated his commitment to relationships and she wished she had not chased him away. She asked, "Will you hold me for a while." Dave hugged her tight, "Definitely!" They sat on the beach and hugged each other close. Soon they were talking like old friends. Eventually the night grew colder and Dave finally suggested, "Why don't we go up to Tony's cottage and warm up." Katherine nodded agreement and they walked to the cottage arm-in-arm. The cottage was heated with a propane fireplace. Dave and Katherine walked right up to the fireplace and warmed up before Dave asked, "Do you want a beer?" Katherine nodded, so he went into the kitchen. The cottage was fairly empty and Dave wondered where everyone had gone. When he opened the fridge it was almost empty. He knew he should still have two beer left so he grabbed the last Alpine then took a Moosehead Light for Katherine. When he walked back into the main room, Katherine was sitting on the couch. He passed her the beer then sat beside her and put his arm around her. They continued their conversation about her soccer. She was excited about playing for UQAI and she understood how Dave felt about living his dream of golf. Dave confessed to her that he was offered almost four million dollars by Detroit and she just shook her head and asked, "Do you regret turning them down." Dave looked right in her eyes and smiled, "Not one little bit. I want to golf." They continued to talk for a while and eventually Tony staggered into the cottage. He was really drunk and gasped, "I'm going to bed." Dave asked, "Do you have any beer I can drink?" Tony slurred, "I put five dozen beer in the fridge this afternoon. I drank a lot but not near that many, if there are any left - help yourself. Dave said, "Thanks, Tony." Tony staggered into a bedroom as Dave asked Katherine, "Want another beer?" She nodded, so he went to the kitchen and got two more Moosehead Light. They sipped beer and talk. They were cuddled in each other's arms when John staggered into the cottage with a girl under his arm. It wasn't his girlfriend but he quickly guided her to a bedroom. It took the third room before he found one empty and he simply waved at Dave as strolled into the room. Katherine shook her head, "He doesn't care who he sleeps with, does he?" Dave simply replied, "He's my best friend and what he does with his love life is none of my business." Then he kind of snickered, "He is kind of a male slut." They both laughed. Dave and Katherine talked and hugged until the morning light broke through the window. They were both feeling very tired so Dave walked to the window and dropped the blinds. He then went back to the couch and they lay down together and went to sleep. They slept comfortably for hours. There wasn't much room on the couch but Dave was happy to have Katherine back in his arms again. It was almost noon when they woke. Tony was awake and cooking dinner. Dave heard him rattling the pans so he got up to help. They cooked bacon and eggs and toasted some bread. When the table was well-stocked with food, Dave went to each bedroom, knocked on the door, and told the occupants that lunch was on the table. John and his latest conquest staggered out of one room while, to Dave and Katherine's surprise, Katherine's cousin Suzie unexpectedly emerged out of the other room with one of Dave's math-geek friends. Suzie had a huge smile on her face and Dave and John fought hard not to abuse her. In the end Dave didn't want to embarrass his math friend, so he just quietly ate lunch. After lunch, Suzie left but the other six cleaned up the cottage. Dave asked Katherine if she wanted a drive home and she said she would like that. The drive to town was quiet and, after John pulled up in front of Katherine's house, Dave walked her to the door. He said, "I'm really happy we talked last night, Katherine." She kissed him softly on the lips, "Me too." Then she went into her house. The drive to Dave's house was very quiet as he thought about his night with Katherine and how happy he was that they had finally talked. When he got home he thanked John and then went to bed for an afternoon nap. Somehow, the dance and the parties had marked the end of his local school life; he was content, but eager to get on with the next phase.

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If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Nine Spring Break Dave woke early the next morning, shared breakfast, and said goodbye to all of Annes family. They wished him well and he thanked them several times for their warm hospitality. Anne drove him to the airport where he kissed her goodbye and promised to see her the following week at Wake Forest. Dave flew away with the sure knowledge that Anne had a wonderful family and a hard-working background. The day was very long as he had to bounce around two countries trying to find connecting flights to get cross country during the busy Christmas rush. He ended up landing in Halifax, Nova Scotia at midnight. He could only get a nine oclock flight in the morning to Edwardton; he booked that and checked into the airport hotel. He woke early and after a big breakfast he went to the airport. The forty minute flight passed quickly and he was soon in a taxi headed to his house he was shaking with excitement. He quickly paid the taxi then he literally ran into his house. When he opened the door, he was met by Julie who squealed and hugged him tightly. His mother ran to the door where she too hugged him and thanked him for coming home. Roger was the next one to meet him and he hugged his father before Beth ran down the stairs and a huge family hug followed. They led Dave into the living room and they talked for two hours. Dave brought them up to date on his wonderful visit to New Mexico and his experience with Annes family. Dave eventually was able to get on the phone and call Heather, Jennifers mother. After a brief discussion to describe his fall activities, Dave asked Heather if she would arrange some time for him with Jennifer. He wanted her to pretend that she herself wished to spend some private mother-daughter time. He asked if it could be arranged for that evening or the next so he could drive over. Heather was happy to do it for him and said she would call him back. Within ten minutes she called back and said it was all set up for that evening. Dave thanked her and told her he would be there at seven oclock. Heather said she would make arrangements with Ron to go out for the evening and leave them alone. Dave thanked her again. Dave spent the afternoon with his family and he was happy to be home with them for Christmas. Late in the afternoon he drove to Charlestown. It was just before seven when he softly knocked on the door; Heather answered it. She whispered, Jennifer is up stairs getting ready to go out. I told her we were going to a movie. Ron walked up to Dave and they shook hands. Dave talked quietly as he outlined his plan to Jennifers parents. They smiled happily and then walked out the front door. They made sure they slammed the door loudly as they left. Dave was standing at the bottom of the stairs as he heard, Mom, whos at the door .. She had just reached the top of the stairs and was looking down at Dave. He smiled up at his beautiful best friend and said, Hi, Jennifer. Can we talk? She smiled down at him, rushed down the stairs quickly, and hugged him lovingly. She gasped, Ive really missed you, Dave. Im sorry . Dave gently put a hand to her mouth to stop her from apologizing. He took her hand and guided her to the couch in their living room. When she was seated beside him, he took each of her hands into one of his and looked intently into her eyes as he began. Ive really missed my best friend. Im sorry I left the way I did last summer and I want to beg you to forgive me and simply be my friend. I need you. I need to know you are still in my life and that if I ever need you, I can count on you for support. I love you and will never find a better friend than you. I feel empty inside because you arent in my life; please be my friend. Jennifer began crying as she heard his simple plea. She sobbed, Yes, yes I want to be your friend. Ive had a terrible fall without you as well and I desperately need your friendship too. They hugged tightly and cried in each other arms. Dave felt wonderful again to be holding her and he was so very happy. He told her about his horrible fall and his stupid, reprehensible behavior. He then told her about Anne and how nice she and her family were. He told her about being a cowboy and how much he loved riding the open range. They talked for hours as they caught up on each others lives. She asked how his courses had gone and he said he hadnt checked he was actually afraid to look after the horrible mid-term results. She suggested they check together so they went to her computer and Dave logged on. He was pleasantly surprised to see three As, one A-, two Bs, and one C+. She congratulated him and he said he was happy with those marks but would work very hard next semester to get into the all As groove again. She told him her average had dropped that semester as well she too was distracted. She was confident she could rebound now that she had Daves support. They talked a little about Mark and Dave managed to maintain a civil discussion as he fought his jealousy. Just before her parents were due to return home Dave presented Jennifer with the pendant and she cried again when she opened it. She kissed him lovingly on the cheek. It was shortly after eleven when her parents arrived home and they were pleased to see Dave and Jennifer talking like old friends again. They suggested Dave stay the night but he simply smiled and said he couldnt. He thought about the last time he had stayed with Jennifer and how she slipped into his bed naked. He had to cover the raging hard-on that suddenly developed at the memory. Jennifer walked him to the door and she said, Goodbye, Dave. I love you. He hugged her for as long as he could, I love you too. Ill send lots of e- mails. She giggled, Me too! The drive back to QAI passed quickly as Dave thought about having Jennifer back in his life. Part of him wished she were more than just a friend but most of him knew it was time to move forward. He really liked Anne and he was ready to find out if she was the one. The rest of Christmas vacation passed quickly and it was soon time to fly back to Wake Forest. Dave had managed to book a flight for the Saturday before classes started and he arrived in Greensboro at three in the afternoon. He called Alec and they spent Saturday evening together at Alecs. Alec was pleased to hear Dave had mended his wounds with Jennifer but he was still concerned about Anne. He had met the basketball player at the request of their common therapist and he had found out for himself that Anne did in fact dump her former boyfriend the minute his earnings potential plummeted. The basketball star was doubly crushed by the loss of her as he had blindly thought they were permanently in love and she would become his wife. Alec knew he couldnt keep the information from his friend and they had a very long discussion about it. Dave was shocked to hear what Alec said but he listened carefully. Dave thanked Alec and told him he would keep a very close eye for anything suspicious but after meeting her family he had to give Anne a chance to show that she was true in her feelings for him. Dave slept over at Alecs house; the next morning they checked back into their apartment. Dave then drove to the airport and picked Anne up. She was relieved to see him there and they kissed passionately before getting in his car and driving to campus. They went directly to Daves apartment and made love. After, as they lay together, she asked what had been so important that he had to go home. He explained about mending fences with Jennifer and their renewed friendship. Anne pretended to be happy but she was immediately very worried about Jennifer being back in his life; Anne was not into sharing. She was confident she could overcome Jennifer. After going to dinner together, Dave took her back to her dorm and said he would see her the next day. As soon as he got back to his room he called Jana and Kyras room. Jana answered and he asked her if he could come over and talk to both her and Kyra. Jana said he could so he grabbed the last two presents and rushed over to their room. Jana invited him into her room and he sat down on the lower bunk bed. Kyra sat beside him and cuddled into his side. Jana was about to sit in one of the desk chairs but he asked, Will you please sit here beside me? She looked at him quizzically then sat beside him making sure she kept at least a foot between them. He took Kyras hand in his left hand before he took one of Janas in his right hand. He kissed Kyra on the cheek before he turned to Jana. He knew he didnt have to convince Kyra of his love for her. He looked intently into Janas eyes and whispered softly, Ive really missed having you in my life this past fall and I want to forget everything that happened last summer and move on. I really love you as a friend and Id like to have you back in my life, as a friend. Jana was shocked by his heartfelt confession and she suddenly began to cry. She sobbed, Im so sorry Dave moved his hand toward her mouth to softly silence her. Thats in the past; we cant change it so lets just move forward. I need your friendship and I hope youll give me another chance to be your friend. She hugged him before she impulsively kissed him passionately on the lips. When she broke the kiss he glanced over at Kyra and she was smiling from ear-to-ear. She hugged his arm as he pulled the two gifts from his pocket. The twins tore them open simultaneously and kissed him with appreciation and enthusiasm. Jana started to kiss him passionately and he felt her hand go for his pants. He truly wanted to be intimate with the two sisters again but he knew that couldnt happen. He slowly and gently pushed her hand away as he softly said, Jana, Im with Anne now, so I cant make love to you, no matter how much Id like to. I hope that wont hurt our friendship. Jana kissed him on the cheek and replied, Sorry, I guess I was just hoping I could be with you again. Ill try not to make too many passes at you but youre pretty irresistible, especially when you are your old self. He smiled at her then said to Kyra. Are you really okay with our new relationship? She kissed him on the cheek. Definitely, I just love spending time with you. Jana then asked, Have you talked to Jennifer lately? Dave chuckled. Yes we had a similar heart-to-heart last week and were friends again as well. Jana snickered. I knew she seemed awfully happy about something when we talked just now, but she wouldnt tell me what. Now I know; dont I? Dave simply smiled as the twins hugged him lovingly. They all talked about their Christmas breaks for over an hour before Dave went back to his room. When he crawled into bed he felt wonderful. He only had one more hurdle to deal with but he was confident the two worst hurdles were cleared. The next day was confirmation day for classes and Dave confirmed his full load of seven new courses. He was positive he was ready this time and wouldnt fall behind again. At lunch time he went to the cafeteria instead of eating at the dorm the way he had for the last three months. He saw the practice group sitting together and sat down with them. They talked about their Christmas vacations for a while before Dave finally found a break in the conversations and apologized, Id like to apologize for being a total jerk during the fall semester. I really wasnt into my golf game and I know I didnt help you guys very much. Id like to change all that this semester. The men are ranked number one but Id like to see all three of us get nominated for the Hogan award. He was staring right at Devin and Darcy they nodded agreement. He then looked at Jarad and continued, And I want to see you play at least three tournaments. Im probably only here for this year and both Keith and Alec are seniors so youll have to get your game in stride if you want to be a regular on the team next year. Jarad smiled then nodded agreement. Dave then looked at Danielle, Leanne, and Rachael. Im sure you three can lead the womens team to a number one national ranking and that will be our goal, together. They all smiled at him excitedly. He spoke to Keisha and Mia, You two have tremendous potential and I know you can break into the top ten the way the other three have. If youll give me a chance Ill work with you and Wake Forest will have the best damn mens and womens golf teams for many years to come. He looked at all of them and asked, Are you with me? The four veteran players raised their glasses and when all nine glasses were raised they all chanted together, DEAMON DEACON GOLF!! Within seconds the entire room boomed with, DEMON DEACON GOLF!!! The four freshmen were shocked as they had never heard the booming support of the cafeteria crowd before. Without Dave around the cheers had disappeared. Dave looked at them all and said, Enjoy the next week because starting next Monday we are practicing four days a week from three oclock to six oclock. Rain or shine. Well use the indoor facilities when necessary but were going to work very hard; we are going to get better and better. Dave looked at the eight smiling faces. After he finished eating he said goodbye to them and promised that from that day forward he would eat lunch with them every day. When he got back to his room he called Anne and she said she would be right over. Dave explained his conversation in the cafeteria to Alec and Alec was pleased to hear the old Dave was back. Dave smiled and said, Youre going to have to work harder because I want you on the team when we win the NCAA Title and thats not up for debate get ready to work your ass off. Alec put out his hand and as they shook, Alec said, Deal! When Anne arrived she asked what he had been up to and asked why he hadnt called earlier. He winked at Alec and took her to his bedroom. He told her about the conversation he had with Jana and Kyra and he could see the sudden concern on her face. Competition seemed to be springing up from every direction. He quickly assured her, You are the only woman for me. I want to be with you and only you. I promise I will never be unfaithful to you. Jana and Kyra are very good friends but that is all they are. Anne seemed a little happier after his explanation so he told her about his renewed commitment to both golf teams. She asked why he felt he had to work with the womens team and he simply said because they are friends and he wanted them to be the best they could be. Anne looked upset so he asked what would make her happy. She smiled and said she would love to go to a special restaurant. When she told Dave the name he immediately knew it would be very expensive but he simply smiled and said, Whatever my little cowgirl would like. He was surprised when she got very angry, Dont call me a cowgirl. I dont ever want to live my life like that. Ive already done a lifetime of ranching and horses. Dave was surprised by her outbreak but he didnt say anything. He himself had loved New Mexico and wouldnt hesitate to go back there for another vacation. He thought about Alecs comments the previous night and he knew he had to make sure he remained objective about Annes feelings for him. That night Dave and Anne had a wonderful meal; while Dave still wasnt crazy about the fancy food, Anne loved the special service and the fancy dcor. The first week of classes went very well and Dave quickly got ahead of all his courses he studied hard every night. Group practice started the next week as planned and Dave enthusiastically worked with each team member. He worked particularly hard with Jarad, Mia, and Keisha. He tweaked Jarads swing and convinced him to start hitting the ball a little more inside-out, which would change his current fade to a draw. Jarad worked extra hard and Dave saw quick improvement. Dave also convinced Jarad to start going to the gym and working the weights five times a week instead of just three. Dave even offered to go with him. He made the same suggestion to Mia and Keisha who eagerly accepted. By the end of January the team practices had increased from two to five times per week and with the cold dark mornings, group practice was reduced to twice per week. But all ten group members worked extra hard. Anne was disappointed that Dave didnt have as much time for her as she expected; and she got very angry when she would drop by the apartment and see Jana and Kyra there eating diner with Dave, Alec, and Shauna. Anne tried to convince Dave to go on a vacation for spring break but Dave knew the team had a tournament that week; but he eventually agreed to buy two tickets for them to go to the Dominican Republic for a week in February. Coach Dawes wasnt overly excited about Dave taking a week off practice and classes but Dave assured him he would work hard on his game in the Dominican the resort they were planning to book had a golf course. Coach Dawes hesitantly agreed. A week before the first tournament Will hurt his back during practice. The team trainer said he needed at least a month off. During the qualifying round, Alec shot a seventy-one and Coach Dawes put him on the team for the Florida Gator Invitational. The Thursday before Dave left for Florida he went on-line to the Masters website and downloaded an application for the first Major of the year. He completed it and mailed it to the tournament chairman. He then called his father and told him he had registered for the Masters and asked if he and his mother could take some vacation time and go see him play. Roger said he would make the arrangements immediately. The Florida Gator Invitational marked Daves return to top form as he absolutely dominated the tournament by shooting three rounds under sixty-five. He won by over twelve strokes with Darcy finishing second and Devin finishing fifth. Alec had a solid tournament and finished even par and in fifteenth place. He was very pleased with his results. Keith finished solidly in twentieth place and Wake Forest won the team title by fifty strokes, a substantial margin. The week after the Florida tournament, Dave and Anne left for vacation in the Dominican Republic. They flew into Puerto Plata and Dave was surprised by the amount of poverty in the small country. The bus ride to the hotel was an adventure as dozens of small motorcycles raced along the edges of the very roughly paved roads. There were no lines on the road and the buses would simply honk their horns as they pulled out to pass the small motor bikes or small cars. Dave was sure the bus would kill someone on the bikes. He was also shocked to see up to three or four people on a single small motor bike. As they pulled onto the resort Dave immediately saw the golf course and was pleased that the practice range was only two hundred yards from the entrance to his hotel. When they checked into the hotel Dave and Anne each had a plastic bracelet put on their arm. The bracelet allowed them unlimited food and beverages for the week. The front desk staff had strong Spanish accents and were difficult to understand at times but Dave received a room key and map of the resort. Dave and Anne found their room and quickly unpacked. They changed into bathing suits and went to the beach. There was a bar on the beach and Dave drank soda while Anne drank pina coladas. The beach was very clean and beautiful; after a few drinks Anne and Dave walked along the sand. After spending several hours on the beach, they went back to the front desk and booked dinner for several nights at the four specialty restaurants that were available: Italian, Mexican, Brazilian, and Oriental. They would have to eat the balance of the dinners in the hotels main restaurant. Dave wanted to walk to the golf course but Anne didnt feel like it so he agreed to wait until the next day. They went to the main restaurant for dinner and were pleasantly surprised by the large selection available at the buffet. Dave ate a very large dinner then smiled happily at Anne; he was enjoying his time with her. They went back to their room and made love all evening. A well-relaxed Dave woke early the next morning and walked to the golf course with his clubs on his back. He bought two large buckets of balls and practiced for two hours. The driving range didnt have very many fixed targets so Dave simply created his own by hitting a ball to a spot on the range and then hitting all subsequent shots as close to the first as possible. He returned to the room at eight oclock when Anne was just waking up. They went to breakfast before going to a meeting put on by the travel company they had booked with. The meeting outlined some dos and donts which Dave had already investigated on the internet before he and Anne had left Wake Forest. He knew not to drink the water or even brush his teeth with it. He had brought several large bottles of water with him. He could get them refilled at the bar, which only used treated water. During the meeting the travel agent suggested several excursions to see the Island and its culture. Anne wanted to do them all but Dave talked her down to three. He wanted to go snorkeling and she wanted to swim with the dolphins so they signed up for Paradise Island for snorkeling and Ocean World for swimming with the dolphins. They agreed on a third excursion called Surf and Turf, which was a tour through the countryside plus a ride on a catamaran. When the bill was totaled Dave was surprised to be putting over six hundred dollars on his credit card. After the meeting Dave went for a long swim while Anne sat at the bar, drinking. She met another couple from England and they were talking casually when Dave swam up to them. The man from England recognized Dave immediately asking, You won the Open Championship last year didnt you? After Dave nodded the man explained to his wife that Dave was the golfer he had told her about. She smiled at Dave but really wasnt very interested in golf. The Englishman, James introduced himself before he asked Dave if he had brought his golf clubs. Dave said he had so they agreed to play a round together during the week. Dave continued to drink coke while Anne drank rum and coke. They talked with the English couple before they all went to the beach together. The sun was hot and Dave enjoyed simply relaxing in the heat. He and Anne went for a walk before going for a swim. The water was wonderfully warm and Dave thought it felt like bath water. He thought about how cold the water was on QAI and wasnt sure if he liked the cold refreshing water at home or the warm relaxing bath water of the Caribbean better. That evening they went to the Italian restaurant the meal was delicious. Dave had the spaghetti and meat balls while Anne ate a linguine dish. They had their first excursion the next day and had to be up at six oclock in the morning. Dave didnt mind but Anne was a little grumpy when she got up that early. They loaded onto a bus and drove for an hour and a half to get to Paradise Island. They stopped in a small village on the north shore of the island and Dave was again appalled by the poor living conditions of the villagers. The houses were simply wooden framed buildings with very few actual doors or windows. The bus pulled up in front of a larger building and, as all the passengers made their way into the building, Dave realized it was a bar. Anne immediately went to the bar and got a drink of rum. Dave drank coke as usual. The tour guides explained that they would take boats out to Paradise Island when everyone was ready to go. Dave was ready immediately but Anne was hesitant as it became clearer she really didnt want to go snorkeling. After drinking three or four rum drinks she followed Dave to a boat and they were soon motoring across the water. Dave was pleased to see the small sandy island several hundred yards off the mainland. The boat ride took about twenty minutes as they had to motor several miles along the coast before they reached their destination. The Island was simply a large sand bar about one hundred yards long and forty yards wide. There were six straw-covered huts on the island. As the boats approached they circled to the south side of Paradise Island, the tour guide explained that the island was surrounded by a coral reef but there was an opening on the south side. The boats pulled through the reef then onto the island and unloaded the passengers. One of the huts was set up as a bar and Anne went directly to it. Dave went to the hut that held the snorkel equipment; after picking out a two sets of equipment he wiped the snorkel mouth pieces with the alcohol sanitizing napkins he took with him. He had read on the internet that the napkins would remove any and all bacteria. He eventually convinced Anne to follow him towards the water. The tour guide explained that there was a small opening in the coral reef on the north side of the island; it was too small for boats but swimmers could swim through. The entire group would first snorkel around the island together; then individuals could do as they pleased. Dave and Anne walked into the water on the north side and they both struggled to pull on their fins and then their masks and snorkels. As soon as Dave put his face in the water he was shocked to see hundreds of yellow and black angel fish. He got very excited and swam towards the opening in the reef. As he neared the reef he saw dozens of different coloured fish of all sizes. He took Annes hand and guided her through the opening. The water, which was only waist deep inside the coral reef, dropped off to over twelve feet outside the reef and the deep blue water looked hypnotizing. There were more different kinds of fish outside the reef and Dave kept pointing them out to Anne. The reef itself was beautifully coloured with various shapes of webbed and flower shaped coral. Dave truly thought he was in heaven. He loved snorkeling at home but it was nothing like this. He suddenly wished Jennifer were there to share the sights with him. He knew she would love it as well. He decided he would invite Jennifer and Mark to join them next time they came to the Dominican Republic; he could put up with Mark to have Jennifer there. He definitely wanted to return in the future. The tour guide eventually joined them and called the entire group together. He explained that a boat would follow close behind them and if anyone had any trouble they could simply wave to the boat and they would get assistance. The guide then led the way. He had a banana in his hand and he dove down under the water where he crushed a fist full of the banana then released it in the water. Dozens of fish darted to the crushed banana and began gobbling it up. Dave couldnt wait to get back on the sandy island so he could get a banana and feed the fish himself. The group worked its way around the island and was soon swimming in the south side opening. Dave pulled off his mask then turned to Anne excitedly. Wasnt that incredible? The fish and coral are amazing. Anne smiled at his excitement and politely agreed, Yes it was very nice. I think Ill lie on the beach for a while. Dave shook his head as he followed her onto the beach. He thought, Nice! It was unbelievable. Anne went directly to the bar hut and got herself two drinks then lay on the beach. Dave noticed that several other tour groups had arrived and the beach was very busy with all the tourists. He took two bananas and went back into the water. For the next two hours Dave swam around the coral. He fed the fish and simply enjoyed the relaxing feeling of floating in the water. As he was slowly swimming in the south side of the island he noticed something move on the sandy bottom. There was a sand coloured lump on the bottom and he slowly moved his hand toward it. The lump suddenly moved, slithering along the bottom and Dave realized it was a very small octopus, not much more than six inches wide. He followed it and as it stopped he motioned towards it again. The octopus popped up off the bottom and spread its tentacles then closed the tentacles together as it squirted quickly through the water. Dave followed it again and the octopus settled onto the bottom then glided under a rock and out of sight. Dave was astonished and he rushed onto the beach to tell Anne. He found her lying on the sand but she was only moderately interested. Dave still couldnt believe she didnt like snorkeling more. The guide announced that it was time to go and got everyone loaded back into the boats and headed to shore. They ate a meal at the bar before getting back on the bus and driving back to the resort. Dave didnt realize it at the time, but he had gotten a mild sunburn on his back and the back of his legs from floating in the sun for so long. They spent a quiet evening in the room and made tender love. Dave woke the next morning and practiced for several hours before James joined him and they played a round of golf. The course required that a caddie accompany them and Dave actually enjoyed talking to the Dominican man. When the round was finished, Dave shot sixty-seven, five under par on the easy Trent Jones designed course. James was a good golfer and he shot eighty-one. Dave gave the caddie a twenty dollar tip and thanked him for his help. When Dave got back to the room he was surprised to see almost a dozen shopping bags sitting on the bedcover. Anne had found a small mall in the complex and she had used Daves credit card to buy presents for her family and friends. She also bought several pieces of jewelry for herself. Dave wasnt real happy that Anne was spending his money but he was pleased she bought presents for her family who he really liked. In the end he let it slide. That night they went to the Brazilian restaurant and the meal was spectacular. They were shown a menu with different kinds of barbecue meat: pork, sausage, beef, and veal. Dave was very surprised when the waiter started at the top of the menu and served every item on the list. After the second serving Anne was full but Dave ate the entire menu and even ate most of Annes portions. He was absolutely stuffed when he was finished. After the meal Dave and Anne went out dancing at the disco with James and his wife. Dave enjoyed the evening and was happy to dance off some of the large meal he had eaten. He drank coke most of the night while Anne drank rum. When they returned to the room just before midnight, Anne was fairly drunk and they simply went right to sleep. The next morning was the Swimming with the Dolphins excursion and Dave had time to hit balls for two hours before they left. Ocean World was only ten miles down the road and the bus didnt take long to get there. When they got inside the park there were several dozen different encounters available each for an additional price. They went for their swim with the dolphins and they both really enjoyed it. The highlight was when they got to hold onto the two dolphins dorsal fins and were towed across the water. The park photographers took pictures of different parts of their dolphin encounter and Anne wanted to buy a whole bunch of the pictures but Dave convinced her to settle for just four different pictures. They also bought the video of their encounter. The park had a snorkeling tank and Anne went with Dave. The tank wasnt nearly as large as the coral reef Dave had enjoyed two days earlier but there were a variety of fish and Dave really liked it. Anne got out after going around the tank once but Dave went around four times. When he finished snorkeling, he found Anne watching a seal encounter and she pleaded with him to sign up. Dave checked the price and eventually agreed to spend the additional hundred dollars. The encounter included petting the seals and feeding them. There were more picture opportunities off course and more money was spent on photos. Another area of the park had different kinds of birds including parrots, toucans, and love birds. Dave took pictures with his own camera. Overall, he really enjoyed the day even though it had dented his wallet significantly. That night they ate at the Mexican restaurant then returned to their room and made love. Dave woke early and practiced for three hours before meeting Anne on the beach. They relaxed for several hours before eating lunch. Dave went for a long swim in the pool before they went back to the beach. They ate at the Oriental restaurant that night and had a very nice meal. The evening was filled with dancing as they joined the English couple, again. The next morning was the Surf and Turf excursion; James and his wife had signed up for the same tour. The scenic countryside was beautiful and they toured a country school house which didnt even have electrical power. Dave was amazed by the enthusiasm of the kids under what he considered unimaginable conditions. The turf part of the excursion ended on a beach where a large meal was served. The group then boarded a catamaran and sailed along the coast. It was a relaxing day sitting on the rope mesh along the front of the sailboat. They didnt do much, but lying in the sun for several hours wore them out. When they got on the bus to return home, Dave was very tired. They spent their last night making love in their room. They exchanged e-mail addresses with the English couple before they left the next day. Dave had really enjoyed his time in the Dominican Republic and he felt the trip in general was very educational as well as an entertaining vacation. When he got back to Wake Forest he dove right into his books and studied hard for a full week. Anne was again disappointed and complained that he wouldnt spend more time with her but he explained that he had to get caught up after a full week off. The month of February slipped by quickly and the busy month of March was soon upon the mens golf team. The practice group resumed morning practices the last week of February; Dave played several rounds of golf with just the freshmen to work on their course management. In the first womens tournament of the spring semester the WF team won easily as Danielle won the tournament and Keisha and Leanne finished in the top ten. Darcy and Leanne continued to spend all their free time together and Dave watched their love for each deepen continually. He was jealous to see them with so much in common. Will was still recovering from his back injury and Keith struggled in the qualifying round so Coach Dawes gave Jarad an opportunity to play a tournament. Dave won the tournament easily and the media did several interviews in which he announced he would be playing in the Masters. The WF team won their fourth straight tournament in grand fashion as Darcy and Alec both finished in the top ten with Devin and Jarad finishing tied for eighteenth. Jarad was very pleased with his results and thanked Dave repeatedly. Devin had struggled with his putter but was confident he would do better in the next tournament. The Masters was less than a month away and Dave both studied hard and practiced hard. He got his midterm grades back and was very pleased with five As, an A+ and one A-. During spring break Anne went to Daytona Beach with several of her friends while Dave worked even harder on his golf and studies. She did call him almost every night. Dave thought about what Alec said about Anne only being with him for his money and he considered breaking up with her but he enjoyed his time with her and decided that he would continue to date her but would remain objective. The month of March flew by and the Mens golf team won two more tournaments. Dave dominated each tournament and the media were predicting he would have a fantastic Masters. Alecs game peaked in the third tournament when he finished fifth; he was ecstatic but the pain in his hand was getting steadily worse and he had to reduce his practice time. He was taking Tylenol to reduce the pain but even that was beginning to help less and less. He was actually looking forward to caddying for Dave in the Masters to get a break from using his golf clubs. The team was scheduled to play in a tournament in Augusta the weekend before Dave and Alec were going to the Masters and Kyra had a special surprise for Dave on the Thursday before they left. She had a friend of hers from the music program play a song specially written for Dave. The friend played the violin while Kyra sang the words. Dave was amazed how beautiful her voice sounded and he was specially surprised by the song. The media had been building the Masters up as the showdown between Dave and Tiger Woods and Dave had been constantly asked whether he thought he could beat him. The song was about that, using the music from the Charlie Daniels song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Dave listened to the words intently. Tiger went down to Georgia He was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And was willin' to make a deal. When he came upon this young man swing a club and hittin' it hot Tiger jumped up on a golf cart and said, "Boy let me tell you what: I guess you didn't know it but I'm a golfer too, And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good game boy But give the Tiger his due I'll bet a green jacket against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you." The boy said, "My name is Dave And it might be a sin But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best that's ever been." Dave loosin up your swing and hit the ball hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia And Tiger holds your card And if you win you get this bright jacket couloured in green But if you lose Tiger gets your soul. Tiger opened up his bag and he said, "I'll start this round." And fire flew from his fingertips As his driver brushed the ground As he pulled the club behind his head The crowd began to hiss Then a band of reporters joined in And it sounded something like this When Tiger finished Dave said, "Well you're pretty good ol' son! But sit down on that bench right there And let me show you how it's done!" Masters, US Open, play boys play Tiger's all done; doesnt know what to say Eagles on the scorecard, making me dough I putt for cash, but I drive for show Tiger bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat, And he laid that green jacket On the ground at Dave's feet Dave said, "Tiger, just come on back if you ever wanna try again. I done told you once, You son-of-a-bitch, I'm the best that's ever been!" He played: Masters, US Open, play boys play Tiger's all done; doesnt know what to say Eagles on the scorecard, making me dough I putt for cash, but I drive for show Dave laughed out loud when he heard the song; when Kyra finished he walked to her and hugged her tightly. His eyes were misted over and he fought back tears as he thanked her for her sweet encouragement. He was totally pumped that weekend and he won the individual title easily. The Hogan Award names were also published that weekend and he was pleased to see both Darcy and Devin on the award list, with him, as he had predicted. Devin was ecstatic and he played his best tournament of the year, finishing third. Darcy finished second just three strokes behind Dave and it was a one-two-three finish for Wake Forest. Alec and Keith also played well which helped the team win easily. The womens team also won two more tournaments in March and moved up to second in the national rankings. Dave spoke to Danielle on the phone and she was very happy. Her game continued to improve and she was giving Sheri all she could handle on the course. Danielle explained that she had extra reasons to want to beat Sheri. Dave simply laughed. Dave and Alec drove over to the hotel they were staying at for the Masters and Dave received his schedule for the week when he checked in. He did several interviews with the media before he and Alec retired to their suite. Dave and Alec talked excitedly about playing the famous Augusta National Course before going to bed early. As Dave lay in bed he thought about the upcoming tournament and about his life in general. Alec only had one month left of college before he graduated and his future golf career was very unlikely because of his continuing hand problems. Dave knew Alec was invaluable as a caddie so Dave decided to offer Alec a job. Dave knew that most caddies got ten percent of the earnings albeit usually no part of the appearance money or bonus money players received for winning while playing with certain clubs or accessories. The caddies generally didnt get a share of any of the endorsement money either. Dave decided to offer Alec ten percent of his winnings plus ten percent of his bonuses and appearance fees. His endorsement contracts would not be part of the offer but a minimum salary of $100,000 would be guaranteed if Dave received annual endorsements of at least one million dollars. Dave knew that Tigers annual income from endorsements and appearances was over eighty million dollars so he hoped he could make significantly more than one million. The huge numbers swam through his head before he pushed them aside and thought about the song Kyra had sung for him. The words played over and over in his head as he fell asleep thinking of the twins and the fun they once had together.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirteen - The Beaches of France Dave woke up to the buzzing of the alarm. He turned it off then looked over to see if Sarah was still in bed with him. She was nowhere to be seen so he rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. After exiting the bathroom, he dressed in dress shorts and a clean white golf shirt with a Hornsby logo on it. He pulled on a pair of short white ankle-socks and his sneakers then found his way to the kitchen. He poured a large bowl of cereal and coated it with milk. He stood at a counter and ate in the comfortable confines of the kitchen. Raymond and the car were waiting for him as he walked out the front door. Dave jumped in the front seat and chatted with his new friend on the way to the course. He thanked Raymond for the drive and said he hoped to pick up a game again today - so he wouldn't need a drive until mid-afternoon. Raymond waved goodbye as he drove away from the clubhouse. Dave went to the storage area, got his clubs, and picked up two buckets of balls. His focus today would be his pitching wedge and adjusting to various distances for bump-and-run type shots. Dave eventually hit eight buckets of balls and, after two intense hours, finally felt confident he was ready for this new style of golf. He had only been hitting balls for an hour when the pro, Harry, had walked up to him and asked if he wanted to join a threesome heading to the first tee. Dave thanked him but said he wanted to get at least two more hours practice in before playing. Harry said okay before walking away impressed with Dave's work ethic. From the practice range Dave walked to the practice putting green. He practiced his chipping for thirty minutes before pulling out his putter. He had just started putting when Harry again walked up to him and said, "There is a threesome going out at ten after ten. Would you be able to join them? One of the players is the current club champion." Dave looked at his watch and agreed. He still had about thirty minutes to work on his putting; after that he would truly want to have another shot at the challenge of bump-and-run. What Dave didn't know was that Edward, Richard, and John had been very vocal the previous day about how good a golfer Dave was; after that, most of the good golfers wanted to have a chance to play with him. Dave had been putting for twenty minutes when three distinguished looking men walked up to him and introduced themselves. Their names were Ross, Terrence, and Phillip. They all putted for ten minutes then indicated it was time to head to the first tee. Dave hit last, as he had the previous day, and he could tell that all three players were as good or even better than the players he played with the previous day. All three had hit solid drives down the middle with Ross hitting his slightly longer than the other two. Dave settled over his driver and caught one right in the sweet spot. They were playing from the white tees again; the white tees were the longest set of tees at Blackheath and provided the most challenge to even experienced golfers. Dave's ball launched off the tee and landed just short of Ross's ball before bouncing and rolling to well beyond the one hundred and fifty yard marker. The three men congratulate him; then Ross said, "You really do hit it long, don't you?" Dave thanked them for the compliments then replied to Ross, "It's great when it goes straight - but that isn't always the case." Ross replied, "So true, my young friend, so true." Dave immediately felt at ease with these three men, just as he had with the threesome on the previous day. When he reached his ball, he had one hundred and thirty yards to the green where the pin was at the back. A full wedge would land about middle of the green and, from his on-course lesson yesterday, he knew that the ball would likely roll through the green. He chose a landing point near the front of the green and concentrated on the amount of swing required to land on his target spot. He had earlier practiced his wedge by using the numbers on the clock to gage the distance he would hit the ball. A full swing would have him drawing the club back to parallel at about three o'clock. He estimated that a one o'clock back swing would suit the distance to the front of the green and he focused on visualizing his shot. He took two practice swings, stepped up to the ball, and took a smooth, slightly less than full, swing. The ball sailed off the face of his wedge. Dave watched as the ball landed slightly left of his target on the front of the green and bounced then rolled to the back of the green. The ball came to rest five feet left of the hole and Dave was very pleased with his shot. Terence and Ross put their second shots on the green while Phillip missed to the right of the green. Phillip chipped to ten feet and missed his par but tapped in for bogey. Terrence two-putted from twenty feet for par while Ross rolled in a ten-foot birdie. Dave surveyed his putt from all sides and when he settled over his ball aimed for the right lip. He stroked the ball smoothly and watched as it curled into the middle of the cup. He gave his fist a short low pump then extracted the ball from the hole. The three men congratulated him on a well-played hole as they walked to the second tee. The rest of the round went much better than the previous day but he still hit a few errand tee shots and misjudged several of the bump-and-run shots. He finished with a solid two under par sixty-eight. Ross had shot sixty-seven, Terence was seventy and Phillip was seventy-one. Dave thanked the three men and they all wished him well in the tournament the following weekend. As Dave entered the pro shop, an employee asked, "Want me to call the Thurlows' residence?" Dave nodded then thanked him before he went out front to wait. He was very pleased with his second round of play but still saw room for improvement. The Rolls eventually pulled up in front and Dave again climbed into the front seat. Raymond asked how his day had gone and Dave told him about his game. The drive home passed quickly and, when Dave arrived at the house, he went right to the library to send an e-mail to his father. He wrote about his round and about adjusting to the bump-and-run. After the lengthy message was finished, he hit the send button and went looking for Sarah. He eventually came across James and asked him if he knew where Sarah was. He was told she had gone out for the afternoon but was expected back for supper. Dave went to his room and pulled on his bathing suit then went for a swim. He had been in the pool for just over an hour when Sarah walked out the back door in her bathing suit. She joined him in the pool. Dave asked where she had been and she explained that she and Roxanne had gone looking for some new clothes for the trip. She said she bought a new sundress and a new bikini. They talked for a while before eventually exiting the pool. On cue, Roxanne walked out with towels and helped Sarah dry off. She handed Sarah clean clothes and Sarah walked towards the pool house. Dave followed Roxanne into the house and admired her swaying ass as she led him to his room. As they walked up the stairs, Dave snuck a peek under her black skirt and was very surprised to see her bare ass swishing back and forth. As she raised her leg for the next step he even caught a slight glimpse of curly black pubic hair. His dick lurched instantly; he lost his concentration and stumbled on the stairs, falling forward onto his hands. He looked up, embarrassed for falling, but was rewarded with the scenic view of two long, muscular legs. Roxanne had turned around and her feet were about shoulder width apart; that gave Dave a perfect look up her skirt all the way to her puffy-looking pussy with a neatly trimmed black patch of fur. Dave forced his eyes away from the enthralling sight and looked into Roxanne's eyes which were staring right at him. He blushed slightly and said, "Oops!" Then smiled. She smiled back at him and asked, "Are you enjoying the view?" He grinned, "Definitely!" She finally put her hand down and helped him to his feet; then she turned and proceeded up the stairs leading to his room. When they reached his door, she turned and whispered, "I know you know your way here by now - but I thought I would return your favour from yesterday." He was surprised by her comments and could only reply with a short, "Thank you." He walked into his room and began sliding off his bathing suit as he headed for the bathroom. His suit hit the floor at the doorway to the bathroom. His rock-hard prick was standing straight out as he headed for the shower. He pulled open the shower door then turned on the water. When it was warm enough, he got in and immediately soaped up his hands so he could stroke himself off. He fantasized about crawling between Roxanne's legs and licking her to a feverish orgasm. His face would be covered with her juices as he sucked her clit. His orgasm came hard and fast and he closed his eyes as his cum spurted against the glass. He then fell gently back against the opposite glass wall. What he didn't know was that Roxanne had remained at the door and watched him strip. She admired his strong torso as he strode across the room and her hand slid under her skirt and between her legs as he kicked off his trunks and his firm ass came into view. She got a quick glimpse of his now very hard pole and she knew she had to see more. She walked quietly across his bedroom and, just as she reached the bathroom door, she saw him walk into the shower. His big fat cock swinging under his brown pubic hair was hypnotizing. Her hand quickly went back between her legs and she slid a finger into her hot wet love hole, wet it, and began stroking her middle finger through her slit and up to her clit. She hadn't shagged anyone in over six months and she was very horny. She had wanted to drop to her knees and suck Dave's cock the previous day but she thought that Sarah would be devastated if she found out - and Roxanne didn't want to hurt her new friend and employer's daughter. But watching Dave in the shower was harmless fun and right now she needed some sexual release. She was pleased that the frosted shower glass only made Dave's image slightly hazy. She couldn't believe when she saw the form of his arm go to his crotch and his unmistakable stroking motion begin. She was watching this horny young teen stroke his meat only fifteen feet away and she felt her own orgasm start to rage through her body. She heard Dave sigh as he made several long purposeful strokes and that triggered her orgasm which shook her entire being. She had been biting her lip to keep from moaning but as her orgasm peaked she accidentally let a whimper escape. As Dave's back touched the glass, he thought he heard a noise. He opened the shower door and looked out - but there was no one in sight; so he closed the door and turned his face into the water to let the warm cascading fluid wash over his face as his euphoria dissipated. Roxanne wasn't the only voyeur. What she didn't know was that Sarah had come up to check on Dave and, as she entered his room, she saw Roxanne with her hand up her skirt leaning against the bathroom door. Sarah heard the water running and she knew Roxanne was watching Dave in the shower. Sarah walked back to the door and just peeked around the doorframe to watch her maid finger herself. Sarah's hand made its way to the same area and she was now rubbing her tight little snatch through her panties as she watched Roxanne's face contort in sexual pleasure. Suddenly that revealing whimper escaped Roxanne's lips. Sarah saw her start to turn away from the shower so she pulled her hand from between her legs and scampered down the hall to her room. Roxanne stood in Dave's room catching her breath and waiting for her body to stop shaking. After she had collected herself, she walked out of his room and down the hall to find Sarah. As she entered Sarah's room she prayed that Sarah would not notice her flushed look. The fact is she was so worried about Sarah noticing her that she didn't notice a similar excited look on Sarah's face. Roxanne talked to Sarah briefly then said she was going to check on supper and left Sarah staring into space and daydreaming. Sarah's thoughts were torn between the wondrous dick she had stroked off the previous night and her sexy maid whom she had been fantasizing about for several months. Having a personal maid meant special attention unlike anything she had ever received before. It was very common for Roxanne to help bath her and part of the job was for Roxanne to dress her. The first month had felt very strange for Sarah as she had never been naked in front of anyone except her mother. As Roxanne became friends with Sarah, the strangeness turned to excitement and Sarah soon found herself looking forward to showing off her firm young body. She even started to fantasize about Roxanne's body. She became concerned about her unnatural thoughts as she had always thought that women should not be sexually excited by other women. After Sarah did some reading on the internet, she felt somewhat more comfortable with the whole situation and realized her feelings were not as unnatural as she had previously thought. Her hand lazily caressed her mons as she thought about Roxanne masturbating. Dave exited the shower after a thorough cleaning. He felt refreshed in more ways than one. He pulled on shorts and a golf shirt and made his way down the hall. When he arrived at Sarah's door, it was slightly ajar and he peeked inside. Sarah was lying on her bed with her hand under her skirt. She seemed to be just casually rubbing herself so he stood back and tapped on the door. He heard a soft, "Come in." When he entered Sarah was sitting up so he walked over to her and sat beside her. He kissed her softly. They were still kissing when Roxanne walked in and blurted, "Supper will be ready in five ... oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Sarah stopped Roxanne from leaving, "That's okay, Roxanne. We were just coming downstairs." Dave and Sarah walked out of the room and casually strolled, hand in hand, to the informal dining room. Sarah's parents were waiting for them and Lord Thurlow asked Dave about his game. Dave explained how he played and who he played with. Lord Thurlow said he knew all three men and they were all good players. Conversation quickly switched to the trip they would begin early the following day. Sarah explained that she and Roxanne had arranged all the details with a view of giving David a broad taste of traveling by train. They were taking the Eurostar under-channel train from London to the Paris Nord station then switching to the TGV train to Marseille. They would arrive in the early afternoon and have a nice late afternoon and evening on the beach. On Monday they would board an inter-city touring bus and make their way to Nice with a brief sightseeing tour stop in Cannes. The hotel in Marseilles would provide transportation from the train station to the hotel. On Monday the bus would leave at nine o'clock and arrive in Nice in mid- afternoon. The senior Thurlows had assisted in the selection of two hotels - the one in Marseille which they had enjoyed as young travelers and the second which they currently frequented in Nice. Dave had not been concerned about flying to England but, with all the current world tension, he was suddenly a little nervous about traveling in mainland Europe. It was not a language issue because, among the three of them, the young people were fluent in French, Spanish, and German. But since September 11th the world had changed for most North Americans who had once felt safe and sheltered from the turmoil and unrest in other parts of the world. Mainland Europe seemed to be getting too close to the action for Dave but Sarah was so excited about the trip he didn't want to rain on her parade. The train was leaving very early the next day; so, after supper, Dave returned to his room, packed his backpack and went to sleep early. He was awakened by Roxanne as she nudged his shoulder. He smiled up at her and said, "You are a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning." Roxanne smiled bashfully and thanked him before leaving to check on Sarah. Sarah and Dave ate a healthy breakfast before Roxanne joined them and all three climbed in the back of the Rolls. Raymond dropped them off at the train station and wished them well. The trip to Paris passed quickly and Dave enjoyed the company of both Sarah and Roxanne. Now that they were away from the mansion, the mood with Roxanne seemed much less formal and it soon felt more as if it were three friends traveling together. Dave liked this much better as he had continued struggled with the idea of people serving him. The stopover in Paris was very short and there wasn't any time for sightseeing. Dave had mixed feelings as he thought it would have been nice to at least see the Eiffel Tower - but like most teenage boys he was more interested in seeing the expected sights at the beach. Dave was much more alert once the train arrived in Paris. He surveyed the crowd and quickly took note of all suspicious looking individuals. When he finally boarded the TGV with the two girls and the train started moving, he relaxed slightly but continued to watch for unusual movements by the other passengers. Sarah noticed his slight change in moods and asked him about it. He shook it off as nothing and she changed the subject, "You're going to love our new bikinis. Roxanne and I bought them just for you and this trip." Dave smiled at the two beaming girls sitting on each side of him and replied, "Why didn't you show me back at your pool?" Sarah whispered, "Because Mommy and Daddy would have a fit if they saw me wearing such a risqu bathing suit." Dave's mind was instantly racing as he pictured his princess and her beautiful maid in tiny bikinis. Sarah noticed the growing bulge in his pants and boldly set her hand on his crotch. She tenderly rubbed Dave's pole through his shorts and it was soon hard as steel. Sarah noticed Roxanne's anxious looks, reached across Dave, took Roxanne's hand in hers, and then casually placed Roxanne's hand on Dave's crotch as well. Sarah smiled at Roxanne who joined in massaging Dave's hardness through the cotton material. Dave was surprised by Sarah's move but was not going to complain as the two girls' hands both caressed and teased his throbbing pole. He was enjoying the teasing but suddenly realized that he was quickly losing control and had to stop them before he made a mess in his shorts. He took both of their hands in his and kissed each hand before saying, "That feels really nice but if you don't stop I will soon express my appreciation by shooting in my shorts." He then kissed Sarah passionately. When he was finished Sarah said, "What about Roxanne?" Dave was pleasantly surprised and turned to a crimson-colored Roxanne and kissed her softly as well. She pulled back after only a few seconds and said, "Not too quickly now, you two. I am supposed to be the chaperone and I think you are trying to corrupt me." Dave and Sarah just smiled at her as all three sat back to enjoy the lush scenery of France. Because of the train's high speed, nearby landscape features were just a blur; but slightly distant scenes unrolled a succession of open farmland followed by clearly delineated towns. Dave had completely forgotten about his paranoid fear of something going wrong. When the train finally pulled into Marseille, Dave's nervousness returned and he kept a close eye as they disembarked and searched for their transportation. The train and terminal had been air-conditioned but as they walked out of the terminal they were immediately hit by an intense heat. A TGV employee guided them to an incredible set of stairs leading down to the street from the trains. About half-way down the three stories, they encountered a hurried man carrying a signboard with the name Thurlow on it; he had come to drive them to the hotel but, he explained, had encountered fierce traffic. The car ride was surprisingly short and uneventful - the fierce traffic must have evaporated. The Hotel Ile Rousse, despite being minutes from the train station and in the heart of the Marseille metropolitan area, offered an idyllic view of the blue water of the Renecros Bay and a fine-sand sheltered beach. All three travelers were anxious to get into the water to cool off. They checked in quickly since everything had been pre-arranged and even pre-paid; Dave's nervousness faded as he surveyed the hotel. It was a very ritzy hotel and there were a lot of staff to look after all their needs. The concierge introduced himself and Sarah arranged reservations for supper even before they were shown to their suite. Dave's bedroom was large and spacious with a huge king-sized bed. He looked at his bed and his imagination went wild with the possibilities. Sarah and Roxanne were in another bedroom and Dave secretly hoped that the rooming situation would change before the end of the night. Dave changed into his blue swimming shorts, threw a towel over his shoulder, and waited in the living area for Sarah and Roxanne. As they walked out of their room, Dave openly admired their outfits. Sarah was wearing a red bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. Her perky round breasts jiggled under the tiny sting top and Dave struggled to keep from staring bug-eyed. Sarah noticed his admiring looks and smiled a thank you. Roxanne came out of the room next and her black bikini and matching sarong looked perfect for her. Her breasts were slightly larger and rounder than Sarah's. The snug bikini top created a nice valley between her two globes and she too noticed Dave staring and chuckled to herself - she was surprised by the way she was getting so excited by a sixteen-year-old boy. Dave noticed Roxanne was carrying a beach bag and she asked, "Do you want to put your towel in my bag?" Dave thanked her as he passed her the towel. Sarah led the way to the beach. Dave admired many other beautiful women as they passed by him in the lobby. Sarah followed the directions she had received from the concierge and they soon walked out a rear door of the hotel and found a large covered but open-air area with a bar. Walking though, they soon stood on the fine sand beach. Dave's jaw almost hit the deck as he noticed that most of the women sitting or walking around the food area were topless. He had heard that Europeans were unpretentious about baring their breasts and he suddenly grew very fond of the European lifestyle. He saw every size and type of breast imaginable. There were some very large women with saggy breasts and Dave thought how they should probably have left their tops on. There were some older women and some younger women. One thing Dave did notice was that very few had any noticeable tan lines and he immediately thought about how Ann had looked naked the previous summer with her almost-blinding white triangles of visual pleasure punctuated by perky nipples. He briefly thought how Ann was likely on QAI with Jennifer and part of him wished he was with them - but he was broken from his reverie when Sarah said, "There's some open space on the beach this way." Dave and Roxanne followed Sarah towards the water. As they walked through the opening, Dave was again very surprised by the way the beach stretched out right before his eyes. On QAI, hotels are not permitted to build right on the beach because the beaches are considered natural areas and therefore protected from commercial development. Here the hotel was right on the beach and he could have easily hit a pitching wedge the one hundred and fifty yards to the water. As Sarah led him and Roxanne down the sand, Dave quickly noticed that the topless rule was in effect for the beach as well and he knew he would definitely like this place. There were a lot of very pretty girls with hypnotizing breasts but there were also a lot of bodies that definitely should have been covered. Dave quickly realized he should focus on the pretty ones and he felt a familiar stir in his shorts. Sarah was asking where to sit down and Dave said, "Anywhere is fine." In his mind he was saying, "Just pick a damn spot so I can lie down and hide this quickly growing hard-on." Sarah finally picked a spot fairly close to the water and Dave helped Roxanne with the bag so he could get his towel out. Roxanne wouldn't let Dave take the bag but instead handed him the towel. She had noticed his growing excitement and surmised why he was in a rush to lie down. Dave spread out his towel and proceeded to sit with his knees up in front of his body to hide his now fully-erect manhood. He smiled up at the two girls as they also spread out a large blanket to lie on. Sarah was standing beside Dave when she untied her sarong and pulled it off. Dave gasped when he saw the thong bikini bottoms and she giggled at his excited expression. She did a little turn and asked, "Do you like my bikini?" He choked out a quick reply, "I love it." Sarah smiled at him then casually put her hands behind her back and untied her top. Dave watched as the material became loose around her neck and her nipples played peek-a-boo behind the red textile. She finally lifted the strings up and over her head and Dave stared at the erect pink nipples surrounded by soft, whiter flesh. Sarah adjusted her hair and sat down as she passed her top to Roxanne. Dave couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. He had seen them briefly when she was being assaulted in the dim alley the previous summer, but now they were right in front of his face in the bright sunshine. Sarah noticed immediately that Dave was clearly fascinated by her breasts and she found herself getting wet with excitement. Dave noticed some movement beside Sarah. It was Roxanne putting Sarah's top and sarong in her bag. She then removed her own sarong. Her bottom was also a thong and Dave let out a low whistle. Roxanne blushed as Sarah said, "Show us the whole package, Roxanne. Do a couple of turns for us." Roxanne turned slowly and Dave admired her very long firm body. He had not gotten a very good look previously because of her maid's uniform; with the exception of the glance up the skirt when climbing the stairs and his attention then was focused on something else. Her legs were very strong and athletic looking and Dave thought she must either work out or run. Her stomach was trim and her waist tiny; but the most surprising features beside her incredible breasts were her strong, solid-looking shoulders and arms. Dave thought how he would love to get a big bear-hug from her. Roxanne slowly moved her hands behind her back and untied her bikini top as well. The material almost popped off her breasts and Dave could feel his dick getting unbelievably harder as his head tried to find the best angle to see her emerging nipples. As she pulled the strings over her head Dave was treated to two dark pink nipples. The areolas were quite large and the nipples were round like gumdrops. Roxanne was looking right at Dave as she pulled the top over her head and again she was surprised how excited she was getting just from turning on this boy. She reflected how she had had two very serious relationships in her life and, even though she was only twenty-four, she considered herself fairly experienced sexually. Her last boyfriend wanted to marry her but didn't like the long hours of her job. He thought she had worked too hard but, as far as she was concerned, she had studied and worked hard to get where she was and she wasn't ready to sacrifice her career for a husband at this young age. Sarah broke her concentration with, "You look great, Roxanne. I told you Dave would love that bikini." Roxanne nodded then put her top and sarong in her bag. She pulled out some sun block and was about to start covering Sarah with the protective cream when Dave asked, "May I?" Roxanne just smiled and handed him the bottle. Sarah was lying on her back so Dave started at her feet. He squeezed a single line of cream onto each leg then made a large "S" across her stomach and chest - making sure to drip the cool liquid onto each nipple. He then made a single line down each arm. After squeezing some cream onto his hands, he picked up one leg and caressed the oily cream into Sarah's soft white skin. As he reached the top of her thigh he rubbed his index finger along her slit through the material and her moan of appreciation was enough to tell him he hadn't crossed any line. He started on the foot of her other leg and again worked his way to the top. He rubbed the cream into her thigh and ever so briefly slid his hand under her bikini and caressed her pouty lips. He slid his middle finger between her soft petals and felt wetness oozing from her crevice. He moved his finger to the top of her lips and gently rubbed her little nub before pulling his hand out of her bottoms. Sarah's eyes shot open as he rubbed her little button but he just winked at her before putting more lotion on his hands. He massaged her stomach and covered every inch in protective cream. When he reached her breasts, she was almost thrusting them out to meet his soothing hands. He, however, had other plans and moved his hands to her arms. Dave repositioned himself and straddled Sarah's thighs as he massaged first one arm then the other. His rock hard muscle nestled itself between her legs as he massaged her two shoulders, slowly working down her chest. He stopped and applied more cream to his hands then massaged her abdomen and worked his hands up her sides. His hands were on each side of her breasts as he caressed first the sides then all around her soft globes. He massaged the valley between her breasts before circling each breast and finishing at her rubbery nipples. He tenderly rubbed the two little nubs between his fingers as he heard a soft moan escape her lips - she could feel his hardness pressing against her sex and she was quickly losing control. He leaned forward with his hands still on her breasts and kissed her softly. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she sucked it in like a lollipop. After the soft slow kiss he pulled back and whispered, "Let me do your face as well." He put more cream on his hands then carefully covered her forehead, cheeks, chin and nose. He had totally forgotten about Roxanne so he peeked over so see if she was watching. She was definitely watching and he noticed her hand was between her legs as if she wanted to rub herself. Sarah whispered to Dave, "Do the same to Roxanne." Dave looked right into Roxanne's eyes and asked, "Are you ready for your turn?" Roxanne could feel her excitement building as she had watched Dave massage and caress Sarah. She could feel her juices oozing with excitement as his hands massaged the same breasts she had hand-cleaned many times herself. She heard him ask if she was ready - but she wasn't. She started the whole unprofessional battle again but quickly lost out as she felt him gently push her onto her back. She felt cool cream coat her legs, torso and arms. His hands started at her feet and she was confident she was still in control but as his hands moved farther up her legs she could feel her control slipping. He finished one leg then gently rubbed her pussy. Her mind raced. "Was that an accident? It felt so good. He's only sixteen. He's a mere boy." He massaged the cream into her other leg. She kept her eyes locked shut. She couldn't let him see how she felt. His hand moved closer and closer to her sex. "He wouldn't dare do what he did to Sarah. He wouldn't ..." She couldn't believe it - his hand was under her suit. It felt so good - his hand touched her soft petals. She couldn't let herself moan so she bit her lip. His finger slid between her soft flesh and was instantly covered in her juices. She wouldn't moan. She couldn't let him know what he was doing to her. His finger was moving higher. She couldn't believe it. He was rubbing her clit. The feeling was spectacular. No one besides herself had touched it in many months. She couldn't hide it any longer and her eyes shot open in lust and surprise. She fought off a moan as he smiled at her then removed his hand from her bikini. She was finally ready to admit she was no longer in control. She felt his hands move to her abdomen as he straddled her thighs. She could feel his warm legs on her then suddenly she felt it. He was very hard and it was sticking into her crotch. She felt his hands move from her stomach to her arms then to her chest. His rock-hard pole rubbed against her sex as his hands reached for her shoulders and she wondered how a sixteen year old knew enough to get her more excited than she had ever been before. Her euphoria increased as his hands glided down her sides before his strong paws took hold of the flesh around her breasts and caressingly massaged the cream into every pore. Her chest heaved as his fingers slid between her round orbs and she was again biting her lip when she felt her nipples pinched between his thumb and index fingers. She saw white spots in the back of her eyelids as she kept them locked shut enjoying the sensation of Dave's strong hands and teasing cock. She felt his hands cup her breasts and his pole was pushed harder against her hot sex. She suddenly felt his lips touch hers and she opened her mouth and welcomed his exploring tongue. The kiss was scorching hot and she felt all her resolve vanish in the few short seconds. Her mind was trying to say, "This is unprofessional. You have to keep your head clear. You have a job to do." But her passion was winning out. She felt his lips pull away and then she heard him say, "Let me do your face, too." She nodded full consent. The soft but strong hands gently rubbed the cream all over her face. As the hands pulled away she looked up and simply gasped, "Thank you." Dave could see much more in her eyes and he nodded a "You're welcome." He then moved back to his towel and lay on his stomach. He closed his eyes and swished his hips to burrow his gopher into the sand - it was painful to have it bent in front. He suddenly felt cool cream drip onto his back followed by two massaging hands. Soon there were four hands on him and he briefly opened his eyes to see Sarah on one side of him and Roxanne on the other. They did his back and shoulders before moving to his legs. As the two hands snaked up his thigh he felt one hand go right inside his shorts and try to extract the gopher from its hole. He felt the hand caress his balls but the gopher was hiding and wouldn't come out. Sarah and Roxanne each kissed his cheek then went back to lay down. The next couple of hours were spent relaxing in the sun and, after his hard-on settled, Dave turned over on his back. He was quickly attacked by both girls who covered his white body in protective cream. Sarah again slid her hand into his shorts and this time found a more available furry friend. Roxanne was watching intently but didn't feel confident enough to give the gopher a little rub of her own. When they were both happy they had him covered in enough protective cream, they lay down again. They eventually went for a group swim before deciding to go back to the hotel. Sarah suggested they get cleaned up before going to the restaurant. Dave kissed both goodbye as they went into their room. He went into his room and went right into the bathroom. He stripped down and climbed into the shower. He had just lathered up his hair and had his eyes squeezed shut to protect them from the shampoo when he felt a cool breeze behind him - and then, wordlessly, two arms wrapped around his body and hugged him.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirty-One The Proposal Final exams were difficult but after they were finished Dave was confident he had done well; he knew for a fact he had done his best. The evening after his last exam he sat down with Anne and they had a long serious discussion. She wanted to stay with him in his apartment while he finished the first summer session then move with him to wherever he was going to live after school was finished. They talked about it extensively but Dave, after all was said and digested, insisted that she go home to the family ranch for the months of May and June. He explained that he would be unbelievably busy with golf and his three summer classes he wouldnt have much time for her. She feared that they were breaking up but he insisted that a little time apart would only prove how much they loved each other. She wasnt totally convinced but in the end agreed to go home. He drove her to the airport the next day and kissed her goodbye. After he returned from the airport he went to see the twins and say goodbye. It was a tear-filled departure; Jana again tried to talk to Dave about Jennifer but he adamantly refused. He kissed them both goodbye and told them to have a wonderful summer. He spent the rest of that day practicing he had not spent much time at the practice range during his exams. He worked hard at all parts of his game and was happily tired when he returned to his room that night. He and Alec had another long discussion and Alec thought Daves idea that he and Anne take some time apart was a good one. When Dave went to bed that night, he thought about Anne as he drifted off. Both the mens and womens teams practiced intensely after exams. The women started the regional matches on May 11th and the men were leaving for Orlando on May 17th, shortly after graduation ceremonies. Dave spent some additional time with the women in his practice group helping them prepare for the regional tournament. Danielles game was at her all-time best and she had high hopes for success in the tournament. Dave spent a lot of extra time with her trying to show her little tricks to calm down and focus on her swing. Leanne and Rachael were both playing well as were the two freshmen. Coach Dawes gave the mens team some time off practice to attend the womens regional; with that permission Dave, Darcy, Alec, and Devin went to watch every day. Dave followed Danielle the first day and it was obvious she was struggling with her putter. She was hitting the ball extremely well and had potential birdie putts within fifteen feet on almost every hole but she couldnt make a putt. Dave noticed her frustration growing steadily. After she had missed a short six foot birdie putt on the thirteenth hole, he intentionally positioned himself between her and the fourteenth tee. She was upset and didnt want to talk to him but he stood in front of her and insisted she listen. You are playing phenomenally. I know youre not making any putts but you are still only one over par and in great shape. We can work on your putting after the round just stay focused and keep making pars. One over par will leave you in great shape to make a charge for the lead in the final two rounds. Dave heard her let out a huge sigh and she finally looked into his eyes and nodded agreement. Daves talk helped and she calmed down immediately. Her putting didnt improve but she finished the round with five pars and a one over total. As Dave had predicted there were only two women under par and two more women had shot even par. Leanne was one of the two who shot even par and was tied for third. Danielle was tied for fifth while Keisha was tied for twelfth. Rachael had a poor round and shot seventy-eight while Mia had gotten extremely nervous and shot eighty. The team was sitting in second overall for the team title. Dave congratulated the entire team before he and Danielle spent the promised two hours on the practice putting green. She eventually started to feel a little better about her putting but for some strange reason she just could not get a good feel for these greens. Danielles second round was similar to her first; she hit the ball very well but with only average putts she finished with an even-par total. Leanne had a great second round of two under par and moved into second place for the individual title, two strokes behind Sheri. Keisha struggled and shot seventy-six while Rachael rebounded with a solid seventy-four. Mia improved slightly to seventy- nine. The team remained in second place behind Sheris Georgia team. After the second round Sheri pulled Dave aside and asked if he still had a girlfriend. He explained that he did and apologized for not being able to spend some special time with her. Sheri simply shrugged and replied, Its probably for the best. I now actually have a boyfriend too, but I would be very tempted to cheat on him with you, my special Sasquatch. Dave wished her luck on her final round before he drove back to campus. His classes werent due to start for another week but he had visited two of the professors and gotten an overview of what would be covered during the first two weeks. He wanted to get ahead because he would miss some time because of the regional and then even more time for the NCAA Championships and the US Open. He studied hard all evening before going to bed thinking about Anne. Danielles putting didnt improve for the final round of the womens tournament and she shot two over par. She was disappointed with her ninth place finish but Dave told her she had played very well and finished quite high considering she hardly made a birdie putt all tournament. Leanne played well again but had to settle for a runner-up position behind Sheri. Sheri led her team to the regional title just five strokes ahead of the Wake Forest team. Rachael and Keisha had both had good final rounds of seventy-five while Mia finished with seventy-seven. The second place finish did, however, assure the women a trip to the NCAA Championships in Columbus, Ohio. Dave took Alec and Shauna out to dinner that evening to celebrate their graduation. Alec and Shauna were both very pleased to spend the evening with Dave. They went to a modest restaurant where they could have a delicious meal. After the meal they returned to the campus and joined the womens golf teams celebration of the regional. Dave had a little too much to drink and a slightly tipsy Danielle thought she might be able to seduce him but he simply told her that, although he would always care for her deeply, he would not cheat on a steady girlfriend. He kissed her on the forehead before he went to bed, alone. He practiced golf and studied hard the next four days; he only took time off to swim and to attend the graduation of Alec and Shauna. Patsy was so proud of her son that she was in tears and she appreciated having Dave at her side for support, literally. Alecs father didnt bother to show up but Alec had expected that and didnt really care. Shaunas parents were very proud of her; they had warmed to Alec and actually hugged him to congratulate him as well. Dave watched as Shauna and Alec interacted with their parents and he thought about Anne again. After a hard day of practice on Tuesday, the team flew to Florida on Wednesday to play their practice round. The lineup was the same as it was for the ACC with Devin, Alec, Dave, Darcy, and Keith. Dave liked the course immensely and played the whole tournament fantastically. He won easily with rounds of sixty- five, sixty-six, and sixty-six. The only player to really challenge him was Darcy who finished two strokes behind Dave for the individual title. Darcy teased Dave telling him, Im going to beat you once before you turn pro. Dave laughed. Well, it will have to be at the NCAA competition then because that will be my last amateur tournament. Id hate to see you finish with a loss but Im going to do my best. Dave had sat through numerous interviews after his final round of the regional but he never told the media that he planned to turn pro after the NCAA tournament. He celebrated the victory with his team that night at the hotel even though he didnt drink very much he only had two beers. The team had to fly back to Wake Forest on Sunday but celebrated late into the morning. On Sunday, Dave found the coach in the airport and asked him if he and Darcy could have the week off to drive to Columbus and watch the womens final. They promised to take their clubs and find a practice range. Coach Dawes agreed and Darcy was elated when Dave told him. They packed the car as soon as they arrived back at campus. Dave was going to attend his three classes the next day and they could leave immediately afterward. They got away mid-afternoon and the six hour drive passed quickly. They talked about their golf and their futures for a while but eventually the car became very quiet and Dave thought for a long time about Anne, himself, and their future. He continued to think about what he wanted to do and after a lot of thought he made a final decision. He decided he was ready for marriage and he would go out the following week and order a ring a very special ring. He felt wonderful; as soon as he made up his mind, his heart was filled with love and he was ready to go to the next step in his relationship. They arrived late in Columbus and checked into the hotel Dave had booked. They called the girls as soon as they got in the room and Leanne reported that she didnt have a very good practice round but Danielle played amazingly well. Dave spoke to Danielle who was clearly ecstatic about her round; Dave gently reminded her to remain focused. She giggled and told him she was very focused. Dave and Darcy slept well that night and in the morning drove directly to the golf course. Darcy followed Leanne, of course, while Dave followed Danielle. He spent a little time with the other three girls but most of his time was spent watching Danielle. Her fantastic ball-striking from the previous week was back but so was her putter and she shot an unbelievable sixty-five. She had broken her personal best by three strokes and was also leading the tournament by three strokes. She hugged Dave enthusiastically after she finished and Dave enjoyed feeling her in his arms. She was a truly special girl and he knew she would make some man very happy someday. The rest of the team played fairly well and, with Danielles extraordinary round, Wake Forest was in first overall for the team title. Coach Lloyd spoke to the girls before they went back to the hotel, she reminded them that there were more holes to play. Dave and Darcy went to a local driving range and hit balls for two hours. Dave was interrupted eight times by people who recognized him and requested an autograph. He happily gave them the autographs and talked to several of them for a little while. Dave spent the evening studying while Darcy took his car and drove to the girls hotel where he spent some intimate time with Leanne. The womens team was teeing off late the second day so Dave and Darcy practiced for two hours the next morning before going to watch the second round. Leanne followed her first day score of one over par with an even par round while Danielle shot another good round of two under par, seventy. She was still holding her three-stroke lead and the team was still five strokes ahead of Sheris Georgia team. Sheri was tied with a girl from Texas for second place behind Danielle. The women tried to convince Dave to go to back to their hotel with them but he said he had to study so Darcy again dropped him off at his hotel before he went to meet Leanne. Dave spent the evening studying and was happy with how much work he accomplished. He was asleep when Darcy returned. For the third round, the women had to go head-to-head with the Georgia team and the Texas Longhorns team. Leanne had to play against Sheri and she shot a very good seventy-one but still finished two strokes behind Sheri who was determined to defend her national title. Danielle wasnt giving up without a fight though and she shot seventy to remain two strokes ahead of Sheri. Rachael, Keisha, and Mia also played well and the team increased their lead to nine strokes. Dave again spent the evening studying while Darcy was with the women. They both woke early the next morning and practiced for several hours before going to watch the womens final round. The same three teams were in the final groups; Wake Forest held a nine stroke lead over Georgia and twelve strokes over Texas. Sheri and Danielle were in the final group of the day and Dave followed them intently. Sheri came out of the blocks fast with a couple of birdies but Danielle fought her off with one of her own. Danielle was still holding a one stroke lead early on the back nine when she hit a very poor tee shot into a water hazard. Dave had noticed she was getting increasingly tense with each hole; when the ball splashed into the water he watched her slam her club into the ground. He gave her a few minutes to see if she could compose herself but she seemed to be very distracted. Dave suspected she was thinking too much about the possible outcome and not about her next shot and the current hole. She dropped a ball next to where she had gone into the water hazard; that lie left a long shot to the par-four green. The penalty stroke meant she was now hitting three and Dave knew she was still fretting over her errant tee shot. She was just starting her pre-shot routine when she heard Dave clapping in short sharp pops. She looked at him and he cheered, Okay, Danielle, focus on this shot. Take it one shot at a time you can do this. She looked at him and he pointed two of his fingers to his eyes and then to ground in front of himself. All of the group practice had prepared her for this moment; she knew that Daves motion meant for her to get focused and she obediently shrugged off the previous shot and concentrated on the long three-wood shot ahead. She took a smooth practice swing before she relaxed her breathing and settled over the ball. She swung her three-wood and hit it perfectly. The ball launched off the face of the club and flew towards the green. It bounced just short of the green then rolled to within six feet of the hole. The sparse crowd around Danielle cheered appreciably. Sheri hit a great second shot to twelve feet from the hole then sank the putt for birdie to put the pressure on Danielle. Danielle took her time with her putt and hit it smoothly into the hole. She made par and was still tied with Sheri. Sheri and Danielle both went one under par over the next few holes and stood on the final tee tied for the lead. Sheri was up first and hit a long, straight drive. Danielle also hit a good drive, which finished only twenty yards short of Sheris. The Texas player had fallen well back of Sheri and Danielle and she hit a good drive just past Danielle. Danielle hit a great approach shot leaving ten feet for a possible birdie on the last hole. After the Texas player missed the green, Sheri hit her second shot just inside Danielles. After strolling to the final green, the Texas player chipped close to the hole then tapped in for par before Danielle stood over her putt. Danielle stroked the ball smoothly and it rolled straight at the hole but started to break as it lost speed. The ball rolled across the lower lip of the hole and lipped to the top of the hole; then it paused and simply dropped to the bottom of the cup. Danielle jumped in delight before she quickly regained her composure. The crowd cheered appreciably. Dave was still watching Sheri as Leanne walked up beside him and whispered, With that birdie, we won the team title by six strokes. Dave hugged her quietly to congratulate her before they both resumed watching Sheri putt. Sheri hit a solid putt but she misread the break slightly and missed the hole by two inches. She dejectedly walked to the hole and tapped in for par. She turned and congratulated Danielle for winning the individual title. Danielle also shook the Texas players hand before she sprinted to Dave and jumped into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his body as if she were climbing a tree. He hugged her as she kissed him on the lips. After their lips separated she dropped her legs to the ground and said, Thank you, Dave. Winning the NCAA was a dream I never really believed would come true but thanks to you, I did it. You helped me so much, especially today. Youve helped me since New Years and you helped me incredibly last year. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! With each thank you, she hugged and jumped at the same time. Dave hugged her tight. Im really happy for you. You worked very hard to earn this and I couldnt be happier. The rest of the team quickly surrounded Dave and Danielle and even Coach Lloyd joined the group hug. They celebrated for five minutes before going to check the scoreboard. After final scores were posted and confirmed the team and individual victories, Dave hugged each woman on the team before he hugged Coach Lloyd. They hugged so tightly that her mouth was very close to Daves ear. She whispered, Dave, your Midas touch has brought us a championship that I never imagined we would win and we have every member of the team returning next year. What you have done in two short years for the Wake Forest golf program is truly amazing. Coach Dawes told me you are turning pro after the NCAA Championships and I wanted to wish you all the best. Thank you for helping develop a program that hopefully will be dominant for many years to come. Dave thanked her for the kind words and he promised to join the team celebration at the hotel after the banquet. Dave, the mentor, celebrated success with the women that night he was really happy for all of them. Each team member took some time to thank him for his help and he really appreciated their heartfelt thanks. All the women were fairly inebriated when he left shortly after midnight. He hadnt been drinking so he could drive back to his hotel. Darcy was very drunk and he kept thanking Dave as they motored back to the hotel. Dave, you the greatest friend a person could ever have. You have helped the entire golf group and Leanne loves you to death. Youre lucky Im not the jealous type; she talks about you non-stop but I know its just because you have helped her and the rest of the womens team. She always growls at me to thank you for everything you have done for me as well but I tell her you know how I feel. Well, just in case you dont, I owe everything I am to you. Last year when I started at Wake Forest I was just a scared kid but you helped me become a man. I know you are turning pro in a few weeks and I look forward to trying to lead the team next year. I have huge shoes to fill but I look forward to the challenge and I hope I dont let you down. I have learned so much from you and not just about golf. That incident with the fire in Vegas last year changed me forever. I think that one event will define the rest of my life. Thank you for everything, Dave. Dave knew his friend was getting maudlin in part because of the alcohol but Dave appreciated his kind words. Darcy, you are a great golfer and a great person. You and Leanne will have a wonderful life together and Im proud to have known you both. As far as trying to fill my shoes, just be yourself and dont ever worry about trying to make me proud because Im already incredibly proud of you. Dave put his hand out and his friend shook it enthusiastically before they both became quiet, deep in thought. Darcy fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow in the hotel room and Dave lay in bed thinking about his future. He had the next two weeks completely mapped out and he was anxious to get back to the campus. They slept late the next morning and ate a large breakfast before getting on the road. Darcy slept most of the day in the passengers seat and they arrived at Wake Forest shortly after dinner. After Dave dropped Darcy off, he spent an hour with Alec giving him all the details from the tournament. Dave then logged onto Win and checked his final marks from the winter session. He was very proud that he had made two A+s, four As and one A-. He called his parents immediately to give them the results; they were very proud of him. He also told them all about the womens team winning the NCAA. He eventually hung up then spent the evening studying. The mens team flew to Sunriver, Oregon on Sunday for the NCAA Championship. They got in early in the evening and settled into their hotel. Dave was very relaxed and ready for his final collegiate golf tournament. Before they went to bed, he and Alec talked briefly about the US Open, which was only two weeks away. Dave tossed and turned for a short time as he thought about how quickly his career at Wake Forest had come and gone and how happy he was that he was turning pro the following week. He was naturally nervous about the jump to the professional level but he knew he already had two professional victories including a Major and a second-place showing at The Masters. He was confident he was ready. The practice round the next day went well and Dave found the course very challenging. Darcy had a great day and shot sixty-nine, beating Dave by one stroke. Alec played well but he confessed to Dave that his bad hand was really bothering him. Dave encouraged his best friend to stick it out. Alec assured him he would. Dave went for a long swim that evening; he was tired but relaxed when he went to bed. He and Alec woke at the same time the next morning and went for breakfast together. The team eventually went to the course and they practiced for an hour before their tee times. The first day went well for the entire team and Darcy pulled into a first round lead with a six-under-par score. Dave was one stroke behind with a sixty-seven and Devin shot seventy. Alec and Keith both shot seventy-one to finish tied for twentieth. The team jumped to a huge fifteen stroke lead with all five players in the top twenty. Rounds two and three were a repeat of the first round with the WF team absolutely dominating the tournament. Darcy extended his lead to two strokes over Dave while Devin closed to within three strokes of Darcy. The media were abuzz with the fact that Wake Forest held the top three places in the tournament. Keith and Alec both continued to play well with Keith tied for fifteenth place and Alec tied for twenty-second. The team was thirty-five strokes ahead and almost assured of their second straight national title. Coach Dawes was overwhelmed with the teams results. Dave made a late charge on Darcy in the final round, making birdie on three of the last four holes for a sixty-five but Darcy battled him hard and finished with a sixty-six to win the National Individual title by one stroke. When he finished he looked at Dave sheepishly he wondered if his friend would be angry for beating him in the last collegiate tournament Dave would ever play. He knew he didnt have to worry when Dave rushed across the final green and hugged him in celebration. He whispered, Im sorry I beat you, Dave. Dave shook his head. Your game was awesome; dont ever be sorry. We won the national title again and you are an NCAA Champion. Dave hugged him again and the rest of the team joined the celebration. Dave hugged Alec then said to his best friend, Im so happy youre here to enjoy this. I really missed you last year. Alec was bouncing with delight as he replied, I wanted to be here so bad last year but this year is even better. This has been a great year and winning the title is unbelievable. Dave nodded agreement before he moved to Devin. You have a great future, Devin. You and Darcy will have to lead the team next year because Im turning pro this week. I know the two of you will work hard to defend our title next year. Devin smiled at Dave before he replied, I have learned a lot from you this past year and I look forward to helping Wake Forest win many more titles. Thank you for everything, Dave. Dave then walked to Keith. They shook hands and Dave spoke softly to his former nemesis, We didnt see eye-to-eye when I started at Wake Forest but we overcame that and won two straight national titles. Youre a great golfer, Keith. Good luck in the future. Keith nodded to Dave. Youre an amazing golfer and Im lucky to have been able to play with you. You taught me a valuable lesson and I hope I have become a better person for it. Good luck on the tour. Dave thanked him before he walked to Coach Dawes and gave him a huge hug. Thanks, Coach, for giving me another chance. I promised that you wouldnt regret it and I think two straight national titles are sufficient payment. Coach Dawes laughed. Not only do I have two titles but I have the best two collegiate golfers in the country in Darcy and Devin plus I have two very promising freshman coming to Wake Forest next year, thanks to you. You definitely delivered on your promise and thank your beautiful friend in Canada for talking me into giving you that second chance. Dont be too hard on my brother and nephew on the tour this summer. Dave shook his hand as he thought again about Jennifers visit to sort things out when he was in big trouble. His heart did a flip as he remembered her naked in his arms that memorable night. He still regretted not telling her then and there that she was his true life partner and he wanted her in his life. The team celebrated that night and Dave joined in wholeheartedly. He was very drunk when he finally went to bed. The day had been another award-filled day as he received his second straight Hogan Award for top collegiate golfer and a first-team All-American Award. Darcy also received a first-team All-American award and Devin received a second-team award. The media interview lasted over an hour and the media were very excited when Dave finally announced he would be turning pro the following week. Dave woke late on Sunday; after packing he wished Alec and the team farewell before he boarded a separate flight from the team. After a brief detour Dave eventually landed in New York. He checked into the hotel he had booked; then he called his Uncle Alan and asked him to pull together all the offers he had received and to fax them to Dave at the hotel. They talked for fifteen minutes about the offers and Dave thanked his uncle for again being there for him. Dave promised Alan a nice reward but Alan said he was simply proud to help his now- famous nephew. Dave then called Mike Weir and got the number of his recommended agent. Mike had told Dave that he had hinted to his agent that there might be a special call coming to him the evening after the NCAA Championships were completed. Dave thanked Mike before he promised to see him at the US Open. Dave then called Mikes agent, Jack Power, who, even on a Sunday evening, was happy to hear from Dave. When Dave hung up, he had a nine oclock appointment the next morning. Jacks office was only two blocks from Daves hotel. As Dave lay in bed he thought about his life moving to the next stage he was confident he was ready but he was also understandably very nervous. Alan had good leads on numerous sponsors who had even made preliminary offers to Alan, which he quickly said he could not consider or even discuss until later. Dave knew the offers were significant and he would be set for life financially. Dave then thought about his often-erratic love life and how he was also now ready to take that to the next step. The meeting the next morning involved a major negotiation. Jack Power wanted a much larger commission than Dave was willing to offer; the kind of agent you want negotiating on your behalf can be tough when its between the two of you. Dave patiently explained the offers he had already semi-received and how, as the new agent, one simply had to complete those deals, but Jack Power wouldnt bend to Daves wishes until Dave stood up and started to leave. Dave knew that the commission he was proposing to the agent on the existing offers would be worth millions of dollars. Convinced it was a real attempt to walk, Jack suggested they renew discussions. They finally came to an agreement on Daves terms and they shook hands before going to lunch. After lunch all the paper work was completed and Dave signed his life away. Jack went right to work on the offers and assured Dave he would be in touch very, very soon. Dave flew back to Wake Forest and arrived late Monday evening. He and Alec talked briefly before Dave studied for a couple of hours. He slept-in the next morning but wasnt late for his first class. He worked hard in class and was pleased that he was only slightly behind. All the studying during the evenings had paid off. Daves cell phone rang late in the afternoon as he studied for his three midterms the next day. Jack had called to confirm that he had come to terms with five of the companies Alan had fielded. The biggest contract, with Adidas- Taylormade, was an easy negotiation and Jack explained he could have gotten a lot more if Dave hadnt insisted on only slightly modifying their initial offer. Dave was pleased to hear he would receive thirty million dollars over four years including a six million dollar signing bonus. Dave assured Jack that if he played well over the next four years the next contract would be much larger. Jack definitely agreed. Three of the other four contracts were for ten million dollars each over four years, each including a two million dollar signing bonus. The final contract was for five million dollars including a one million dollar signing bonus. Dave quickly added the money in his head and was still shocked by the figures sixty-five million dollars in total. He would receive thirteen million dollars immediately in signing bonuses and the same amount each year for the next four years. These were only half of the offers Dave had presented to Jack and Jack was confident he could get additional ones himself. Dave had a hard time studying as he thought about the number and size of his contracts but he eventually refocused and worked hard the rest of the evening. He wrote all three exams the next day and, while he knew there werent going to be any A+s, he was happy with his effort. He studied all evening again but took a break to talk with Alec. They made arrangements to spend some time together the next afternoon. As Dave lay in bed he called Jack to confirm that the additional signing bonus package Dave had negotiated would be ready the next afternoon. Jack assured him that the details were fully worked out. Dave thanked him; then they booked five meetings for Friday to sign the negotiated contracts in separate sessions. Dave then called his father and explained all the details of the contracts. Roger was very happy for his son and frankly amazed at the bottom line total. Dave then spoke to his mother to share the good news. He also had some things he needed her help with, and after a lengthy discussion she promised Dave she would look after his requests. Dave spoke to his father again briefly and Roger assured Dave he would go to the bank the following day. Dave fell asleep as happy as he had ever been in his life but he knew there was still one major issue pending. He was looking forward to placing a ring on the finger of his future bride. As soon as classes were over the next day Dave and Alec drove to the jewelry store. Before they got out of the car Dave touched Alecs arm and explained, Can we talk for a minute before we go in. Alec wondered what was up but just nodded so Dave pulled an envelope out of his pocket and passed it to Alec. When Alec opened the envelope and looked at the check his jaw dropped. Dave chuckled before he explained, I told you if I signed good contracts I would guarantee you at least $100,000 a year for caddying for me. Half the year is nearly gone so that check is simply $50,000 for the first part of the year. Before you try to argue, you caddied for me last summer and in The Masters so you have earned it. I dont want any argument. Alec looked at his friend and softly replied, This is too much, Dave. Dave shook his head, It is just the start, my friend. I hope to have a really good year on the tour and ten percent of my earnings will all be yours. Now lets go get my rock. Alec simply shook his head as he climbed out of Daves Honda and walked into the store with his friend. As they walked through the door Dave whispered, Now you can buy a nice ring for Shauna. Alec nodded enthusiastically. Alec went looking at diamond rings while Dave talked to the manager of the store. The manager went into the back room and returned with a ring case. Dave called Alec over to see the ring he had ordered. As the velvet box opened, Alec looked at the huge diamond and gasped, Holy fuck, that thing is enormous. Not bothering to be cool, he continued, How much does it cost? The manager explained in a short sales spiel, This is a very fine diamond at 3.5 carets in an Ideal Brilliant cut, its an E grade with a color of the finest water, and is flawless. It is set off by two single caret side diamonds mounted in an 18-carat yellow-gold ring. You are not going to find a better ring anywhere and is priced at $42,000. Dave simply smiled while Alec looked at him as if he were crazy. Alec asked, Are you sure youre not rushing this? Dave shook his head. Im not rushing it. Ive spent a lot of time thinking about this and I am absolutely positive I am making the right decision for the right reasons. Alec shook his head again before he went back to looking at rings for Shauna. He picked out a beautiful $10,000 ring and knew Shauna would love it. He had to have it laid away until he could get Daves check into his bank account and arrange payment. Dave had already transferred the money for his ring so he placed the small box carefully in his pocket before walking out of the shop with his friend at his side. While they were driving back to campus, Dave explained, I have to stop and check on one of my signing bonuses. Alec looked at his friend curiously then again simply nodded. Dave pulled into a large Ford-Lincoln-Mercury dealership and said to Alec, One of the contracts I will be signing tomorrow is with Ford and I negotiated a new vehicle as part of the signing bonus. I simply have to pick it out. Alec shook his head in surprise. He chuckled before he said, This feels like Christmas shopping. Dave laughed and agreed, You have no idea. Alec looked at him strangely but he dutifully followed him into the showroom. The showroom was filled with beautiful new vehicles and Dave walked directly to a black Lincoln Navigator. It was a huge SUV and both Dave and Alec looked the vehicle over thoroughly. Alec finally said, This is really nice. I think it would be perfect for you. Dave nodded agreement and walked to the reception counter. He smiled at the pretty young woman behind the counter before he said, Hi. Im Dave MacDonald. I believe the manager is expecting me. She smiled at Dave and replied, Yes, sir, he is. All your requests have been taken care of. Ill let him know you are here. Alec looked at Dave quizzically about the comment all your requests but Dave simply shrugged. They stood and waited for several minutes before a man in a suit walked towards them carrying a handful of papers. As they watched the manager approach, Alec and Dave both noticed a gorgeous red convertible mustang being moved onto the showroom floor. Alec gasped before he whispered, Look at that beautiful Mustang. Now that is the car I would want. Dave laughed and thought how well he knew his best friend. The manager nodded at Dave, so Dave turned to his friend and said, Lets have a look at it. They walked towards the Mustang. It was the new model, which had been introduced the previous year and it was a fully loaded GT version. The bright red paint looked spectacular. The mechanic who had driven the car into the showroom was just getting out of the car so Dave asked him to pop the hood. The man pulled the release and Dave lifted the hood to look at the spotless engine. Alec was moaning excitedly and Dave chuckled at his friend. The manager approached Dave and they shook hands as they introduced each other. Dave then introduced Alec before he walked to the drivers door and looked into the car. The black leather seats looked beautiful and as he sat in the bucket seat the new car smell filled his lungs. He got out of the car and told Alec to try it. Alec sat in the car and the manager explained the car had a Shaker 500 audio system with a six-disc CD changer, MP3, and six speakers. Alec turned on the radio and the audio system sounded amazing. The manager then said, Its all ready to go except I have one small problem. As Alec climbed out of the car, Dave asked, Whats the problem? The manager started to walk towards the back of the car and elaborated, I couldnt get the custom license plate the buyer wanted because it was already taken so I had to change it slightly. Dave and Alec walked around the back of the car and looked at the license plate, which read TheCaddy. The manager continued, Sorry, Dave, but the caddie spelt with an ie was taken so I used y instead. I hope you dont mind. Dave shook his head. No, I dont think it will matter. Alec looked at Dave. You got this car? I thought you liked the Navigator? Dave laughed out loud. What does the license plate say? Alec looked at the plate again then his face light up in surprise as Dave added, And who is The Caddy? Alec immediately turned serious, No Dave, I cant accept this. You already gave me a huge check, I simply cant take this. Dave laughed again. The check was your salary. This is a combination signing bonus and wedding present. Dave reached for the paperwork the manager was holding and opened it for Alec. The car is already registered in your name and I paid the first years insurance premium. This is your car now and I dont want any argument. Alec looked at the paperwork then he hugged his best friend. As they separated, Dave handed him the paperwork and the mechanic reopened the large door of the showroom so Alec could drive his car out. Alec smiled before he thanked Dave repeatedly then got in his new car and drove it literally off the showroom floor. The manager asked Dave if he was interested in a new vehicle as well and Dave simply smiled and said, Maybe later. Dave signed the paperwork the manager had for him before he walked out of the dealership and got in his car. He arrived at the apartment shortly after Alec who was still bouncing with excitement. Alec explained, I wasnt going to see Shauna until tomorrow but I think I will go visit her right now. Dave replied, Thats a great idea. Im going to study tonight then pack for the signing trip to New York tomorrow. Alec nodded. Ill be back later tonight. Dave said goodbye then watched Alec walk out the door of the apartment with an armful of CDs. Dave had just sat at his desk as he heard Alecs new car stereo crank up; Dave chuckled as the loud music slowly faded out of range. After an hour of studying, Dave took a short break to go hit balls at the golf center and he ran into Coach Dawes. They talked for over an hour and Dave asked if he could use the practice facilities the following fall when he was finishing his last year of classes. Coach Dawes said he would be happy to have Dave around for another year and Dave was welcome to use the practice range whenever he wanted. But he added that Dave might have to pay for that with some occasional coaching or mentoring efforts. Both of the men laughed together. Dave and the coach shook hands before Dave practiced for a while. Dave eventually went back to his apartment and made dinner for himself before he spent the evening studying. It was late in the evening when Alec and Shauna returned to the apartment and as soon as Shauna walked through the door she hugged Dave lovingly and thanked him for the wonderful car. He told her he was happy he could give it to them and that he hoped they would have a wonderful life together. They talked for over an hour and he explained his plan for the following two days. Shauna and Alec wished Dave luck before they went to bed. Dave also went to bed and he tossed and turned as he anxiously thought about the next two days. He finally fell asleep thinking about the love of his life. Dave woke early the next day and Alec drove him to the airport with the top down on his Mustang. Alec wished Dave luck before he pulled away and turned the music up full blast. Dave laughed at his friend and his toy before walking into the airport. His flight to New York passed quickly and he was soon in Jacks office signing the contracts. The Adidas-Taylormade group was very pleased to have him signed and Dave posed for several pictures with the companys top executives. His new Taylormade Tour Golf Bag stood in front of the posing men. The Taylormade logo was very prominent on the bag but so were a large Canadian flag, which Dave had requested, and the words Dave MacDonald, QAI, CANADA. After all the pictures were taken, the executives arranged a meeting with Dave and a local retailer so Dave could pick out as much clothing as he wanted. Dave promised to go to the retailer that afternoon and select some outfits for the US Open. The executives offered Dave a whole new set of golf equipment but Dave said he wanted to play the US Open with his own familiar clubs but would look at updating his equipment over time in the fall. The other four contract signings went smoothly. The Ford group was last to meet with Dave so they took Jack and Dave out to a late lunch and Dave thanked them for making the special arrangements for the Mustang. The Ford executives were very happy to have Dave under contract and they were glad they could help. Jack and Dave sat down after lunch and Jack handed Dave a check and a deposit receipt. The deposit receipt was for $12,220,000, which was the thirteen million signing bonuses less the six percent commission. Jack also handed him a check for $260,000 made out to Alan MacDonald. Dave had negotiated a six percent total commission but two percent of that going to Alan for all the offers he had handled. Alan would continue to get two percent on all future contracts from the same original group he had handled and Jack would get all six percent for new contracts he negotiated. Dave knew Alan would be very surprised and very happy. Jack informed Dave that he already had several more prospective clients and would probably have final details the following week. Dave thanked Jack before he left for the retail store. The manager of the store was very excited to have Dave shopping at his establishment. Dave picked out over a dozen golfing outfits and before he left the store he had six pairs of new golf shoes, four pairs of new sneakers, twelve different coloured golf hats with Adidas on the front and Taylormade on the sides. The store manager kept the golf shirts to have them embroidered with custom logos for the US Open but Dave took six more shirt-and-short outfits for casual dress. Everything he wore would say either Adidas or Taylormade. Dave returned to his hotel room and packed his new clothes for the next leg of his trip. He opened the small jewelry box and stared down at the diamond ring; his heart raced as he hoped that within twenty-four hours he would be engaged to be married. He ordered room service for a light dinner then went to bed early. He woke very early and went to the airport. He had a long day of travel ahead of him and somehow a time zone change always seemed to make it worse. He boarded the first flight and his heart was racing with excitement would she say yes? Surely she would he knew she wanted this as much as he did. Would she like the ring? He stared out the window and thought about the many women he had spent time with. Ann had unexpectedly been his first partner and he would always remember her in a very special way she was so pretty and he had been shocked that a beautiful girl would find him attractive. He had been so nervous around girls but with her it was different he briefly wondered how she was doing. Were her parents still having problems? Was she happy with the new boyfriend Jennifer had told him about in an e-mail back in January? The thought of the e-mail from Jennifer made him think about his best friend. He couldnt believe he had almost let her out of his life she was much too special to lose. She would always be his best friend; always. They had literally grown up together, spending every summer together in North Beach. She was beautiful and he prayed she would have a great life he wanted nothing but the best for her. The Asian triplets and in particular Lynn had been a wonderful adventure. The chance meeting in Vancouver had developed into an exciting romance in Calgary. Lynn had finally moved on and from her e-mail the previous month she was ready to settle down with her new boyfriend. Dave had wished her the best and told her he would never forget their time together. With Sarah, his English princess, that fateful day in a Vancouver alley had sent their lives on a crash course and when the two worlds collided, sparks flew. He wondered again if their worlds would be so different now that he had signed large endorsement contracts. As he thought about their differences, he realized that it wasnt just the money but the fact that she had been raised in an environment so significantly different than his. He then thought about policewoman Roxanne and how exciting their times together had been. As the plane drifted through the clouds he thought about Katherine shy, sweet Katherine. She had been so afraid to tell him that she had met someone else the previous summer and yet he was very happy for her. Their relationship had been very special but the truth was he had never really gotten over Jennifer so his and Katherines relationship was doomed before it started. As a flight attendant walked past him he glanced at her uniform and red hair; then he thought about his special red-headed nurse who had cared for him in Vancouver. She was beautiful, mature, and very sexy. Sam became a part of his family and would hopefully always remain close. The thought of red hair also brought Rebecca to mind. She was the girl he was saddest for they had truly loved each other but she had not been ready for a long term commitment when he had thought that he was. Then when she was ready he wasnt timing had been awful in their relationship and it was simply not meant to be. The timing was all wrong as if they were in a Shakespeare play. He hoped she would eventually find happiness she deserved that. When he went to Wake Forest he had met the twins, thanks to Jennifer. Jana was a fun exciting girl and they would always remain good friends, but Kyra, she was extra special. He thought how, if he had not had Jennifer as a best friend, then Kyra definitely would be. They could talk very seriously and yet have a lot of fun as well. He wondered if maybe he should have considered asking her if their relationship could become more serious. He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head as he heard the pilot ask the passengers to prepare for landing. As Dave pushed his tray back into the seat in front of him and checked his seatbelt he thought about Danielle wonderful, fantastic, exotic Danielle. She had enough life in her for both of them. She had been so excited to spend time with him the previous spring but she never once went back on their agreement she never made a pass at him after they left Wake Forest at then end of his first year except for the night they celebrated the regional title and that didnt really count. She had soared to the top of the womens collegiate golf and he was very happy for her. Sheri and Danielle would have many battles on the golf course and Dave thought about his Barbie. She was truly gorgeous and they had had great sex but there never really was any love between them but the lust had been incredible. After a long wait between the first and second flight Dave finally boarded the plane for his final segment. As he sat in his seat he thought about Anne. He had met her at a low point in his life and she had raised his spirits tremendously. The time they spent together at her familys ranch had been the turning point in his life. He had always thought he was quite mature but he truly felt he had become a man during that Christmas vacation. She was beautiful, smart, and funny. He wished she wasnt so focused on money but he had grown to realize that not everyone is the same and peoples differences are what make them special. He stared at the clouds and he noticed how one particular cloud seemed to be shaped like the hips of his lovely blonde fiance-to-be and he got very excited about placing the ring on her finger. He again asked himself if she was ready to say yes and again he knew she was. After the plane landed, Dave found his way to the car rental agency. The counter attendant recognized him and wished him luck in the upcoming US Open. Dave thanked the young man before he signed the papers and left with the keys. His heart began to race as he started up the car and the drive to his soon-to-be fiances house seemed to take forever. He pulled up in front of the house and stared at the front door. He had battled Tiger Woods in The Masters and managed to overcome all that pressure; he actually beat the best golfer in the world but now as he stared at the door which stood between him and the rest of his life, he felt almost sick to his stomach. What if she said no? He didnt think he could handle that rejection. He finally took two deep breaths and got out of the car Straight back, Straight through; if it works in golf, it can work in love. His sweaty hand played with the velvet box in his pocket and he repeated his carefully planned proposal over and over in his head. He felt a huge lump in his throat as he reached the door. Before he could knock, the door cracked open slowly and he nervously smiled at the excited woman who answered; she was expecting him. She smiled affectionately and said, Just wait, Dave, Ill get her. She has no idea you are coming. Daves hand continued to flip and twist the small box in his pocket as the woman walked away from the door and called her daughter. Dave stepped inside the door and heard a distant but familiar voice ask, Who is it, Mom? The time had come; the teenaged stuttering Dave had been replaced by a nervous but confident young man. He was ready for this and, just as his nerves always disappeared on the golf course, they drifted away here as well. He pulled the velvet-covered box from his pocket and, as the beautiful blonde walked around the corner and into view, he dropped to one knee. She instantly froze and stared at him. His confident voice almost echoed down the hall as he declared, I really missed you and I need you in my life forever. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? He had tears in his eyes and immediately noticed two parallel wet streaks running down her lovely cheeks. She literally ran across the floor and fell into his arms. He lost his balance and they rolled on the floor as she squealed, I love you, Dave MacDonald, and, yes, yes, YES! I will marry you. Dave looked up into her tear-filled eyes and said, I love you, Jennifer Samms. I love you with all my heart. They kissed passionately and only when they heard a small gasp from the hallway did their lips separate. They glanced up at happily excited Heather who dashed off to phone Daves mother immediately. Dave flipped the box open and pulled out the ring. He was still flat on his back as he took Jennifers left hand and smoothly slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly Heather had told his mother Jennifers ring size the previous week. Jennifer stared down at the ring for a brief moment then looked back into Daves eyes as tears continued to run from her eyes and drop onto Dave. I didnt think you were coming home for another month? Ive wanted you to come early but I was too afraid to ask because I knew you had a girlfriend and Jana said you refused to let her talk about me. She wanted to find out how you felt about me because I realized you are the only man for me. I knew it last year but wouldnt face it; but when you came home at Christmas and were so nice I finally realized I had to have you in my life. But you said you had moved on and I was very disappointed. When you called me in April I wanted to ask you to come home immediately but I couldnt make you miss the Masters. Im so happy your mother told you about Mark and me breaking up. Dave smiled before he replied, I know; I was very surprised and pleased. But I was also worried about you. Jennifer looked very sheepish. What about Anne? Dave looked at her sadly. Anne is a nice girl but I eventually concluded she loved my money and my earning potential more than she did me. I had already realized it was a problem before Mom told me about you but I took some time to think about the whole situation before I made a decision. I didnt want to rush into something without thoroughly considering all options. That is also why I wouldnt let Jana talk to me about you the decision had to be mine and mine alone. When did you tell Anne? I flew to New Mexico last week after the NCAA Championships. Anne and I had talked on the phone several times since she had left Wake Forest and she knew that we were probably going to break up but I had to do it in person. Jennifer stared down at the huge diamond. This looks to be very expensive. You know I dont need a ring like this. Dave took her hand in his and kissed it. I know you dont care about the cost but I wanted something very special for you. You know that I have dreamed of being one of the best golfers in the world since I was very young and I think I have almost accomplished that. What you dont know is that I have dreamed of putting a ring on your finger since the first summer we were intimate with each other. This ring shows how important that dream is to me. I love you, Jennifer, and look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. He held Jennifer in his arms as he hugged her closely he finally had his soul-mate in his life where she belonged. He finally had his Golfers Dream. --The End-- An epilogue will follow. Thats the end of Daves story. No more books no more chapters. I will post Jennifers Terrible Fall within a week and I might do some other related short stories later but not before a long break. Thanks to John for his wonderful help and inspirational thoughts. Thanks to Patrick for his keen support. Thanks to Terry for his fantastic type-checking and great suggestions. And finally thanks to LaMonte who has been with me since word one and has helped make this series a wonderful experience for me. Thank you LaMonte.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-eight Dave Rides the Range Dave woke from the farewell night together with Kyra in his arms. He looked down at the gorgeous dark-skinned beauty and he knew without question that he would dearly miss her and their good times together. He kissed her awake then suggested they shower together one last time. She smiled sleepily before he guided her to the bathroom. They made tender love in the warm shower; Dave didnt want it to ever end but after almost an hour they got out and dried each other. After eating breakfast together they held each other tightly and silently before Kyra left. They both had tears in their eyes as the separation seemed so permanent. He watched her walk down the hallway and his sense of loss doubled. Morning group practice only went fair as Dave was distracted by the loss of yet another lover. He finally asked Darcy, Want to go out tonight? Leanne is out of town so we could tie one on. Darcy simply nodded agreement. After the long day of team practice, Dave convinced Alec to pick up a couple of cases of beer for him and Darcy. Alec asked why so many and Dave simply said he wanted to have a supply in their fridge. Alec thought it was excessive but agreed. Alec bought the beer then dropped them off for Dave before he left for his date with Shauna. Darcy arrived at Daves around eight and told Dave that the girls were in second place in the tournament. Leanne and Danielle were both in the top ten while Rachael, Keisha, and Mia were back in the pack. Dave and Darcy drank beers for two hours before going to a bar in town known for accepting fake identifications without much question. A lot of Wake Forest students went there and the two friends had a good time mixing with the college crowd. Dave was fairly buzzed when he met a very pretty WF senior. They danced several dances and talked for a while before Dave invited her back to his apartment. She agreed so they took a taxi back to campus and dropped Darcy off at his dorm before going to Daves room. Dave and the pretty brunette sipped a few additional beers before Dave kissed her. After necking for ten minutes, Dave guided her to his room and was soon sliding his dick into her. The sex wasnt nearly as good as it had been the previous night with Kyra but he felt better about himself knowing he could still find other lovers. In the morning, Dave kissed her goodbye and, when she asked if he would call her, he lied and said he would, of course. Practice went okay on Saturday and the team played a practice round at Tanglewood Park. Dave shot a solid round of sixty-nine but his focus wasnt overly great. After the round he convinced Alec to go out with him that evening. They started drinking beer as soon as they arrived at the apartment and were already intoxicated when they went to the same bar Dave and Darcy had gone to the previous night. Dave saw the pretty girl from the previous night but politely turned her down for a dance. She quickly understood that he didnt have any genuine interest in her beyond a one-night stand. Eventually he picked up another girl and took her back to the apartment. He had perfunctory sex with her before walking her back to her dorm. He slept soundly that night but still couldnt get the loss of Kyra from his mind during his waking minutes. Dave studied for a while on Sunday but his wandering mind wasnt really absorbing the material for his courses and he decided to hit balls for a while. On the way to the golf center he met the girl from the previous night and they went to her dorm and had hook-up sex again. Afterward Dave was non-committal about when they might see each other again; he left the girl with a wistful expression on her face. Later that evening, he was sitting in his apartment watching television when Darcy called to say that the womens team had finished second and Leanne was third overall while Danielle finished fifth. Over the next two weeks, Dave showed steadily less interest in both his golf and his studies. He spent more time partying and less time practicing. Alec and Darcy both noticed the change and mentioned it to Dave but he brushed them off saying, I just want to experience college life. Im free to do as I please and I want to have a little fun. The workload of seven courses had become a huge burden and he even started skipping the odd class. Especially the class with Kyra and Jana he had gotten tired of Jana glaring at him all the time. The first weekend in October the girls had a tournament in nearby Chapel Hill. Dave and Darcy got approval from Coach Dawes to miss practice on Saturday to go watch the women play. They arrived at the course just before the ladies teed off for the second round. The team was in third place and Rachael had the best first round amongst the WF golfers and was in seventh place. Leanne had a good opening round and was sitting in tenth place while Danielle was in twentieth place. Keisha was in fortieth place while Mia was in sixty-fifth. Dave and Darcy followed the girls around the course. Rachael played well and moved up one spot to sixth; Leanne played really well and moved up to seventh just behind Rachael. Danielle also improved in her second round and moved up to tenth. Keisha and Mia moved up several places as well. The team took the lead in the tournament and they were all very pleased with their scores. As soon as the girls finished, Dave left to find Sheri. She was having an off weekend but when she saw Dave she smiled and seemed to re-focus. She finished her round very strong and moved from fifteenth place up to seventh, tied with Leanne. After she signed her card, she and Dave went back to her hotel, talked about golf for a short time, and moved to the bed. Sheri stripped quickly and jumped into the bed; as Dave removed his clothes, she rolled on her back and waited with her knees bent and legs spread. As Dave climbed aboard, she rolled her pelvis up so Dave could drive directly in and service her. Dave began with long smooth strokes; but Sheri kept urging him to go deeper and harder. He did and they both soon reached a climax of passion that left them breathing heavily. Sheris roommate spent the night in another teammates room so Dave could go two more rounds with Sheri during that night. Dave found the animal energy of sex with Sheri surprisingly relaxing; but he also considered that she needed enough rest to play well the next day. The WF women played well on Sunday and won the tournament. Rachael finished fourth for the individual title and Leanne held on to seventh. Danielle dropped to fifteenth while Keisha and Mia dropped several spots as well. Sheri had a strong final round and moved into second place, which was the same position her team finished. During the drive back to campus Darcy told Dave that the women in the practice group were frustrated that he wasnt showing the kind of interest and support in their game that he had the previous year. They were worried about him and had asked Darcy to talk to him. Dave shrugged it off and explained that he had taught them everything he had to offer and they now had to find their own way. Darcy was surprised by Daves indifference to their concerns and he frankly asked Dave what was going on. He seemed to be acting significantly different. Dave looked at Darcy seriously but only muttered he was just trying to enjoy his college days. Most of the other students were partying and he didnt want to miss out on the college experience. Dave had midterms on Monday and Tuesday and he wasnt very happy with how he thought he had done as he left each class. On Tuesday afternoon, the team had their qualifying round for the Jerry Pate Classic. Dave easily shot sixty-nine while Darcy, Devin, Will, and Keith played well and were selected as the remaining team members. Alec was disappointed with his seventy-nine and missing the team. Dave also received a call from Hilary that week; during their chat she told Dave she couldnt give up her friends for him. They talked for a while before he told her to have a good life and begged her to stay away from the cocaine and other heavy drugs. It seemed to Dave that the last star in his galaxy of past and possible lovers had winked off. The rest of the week passed quickly and, after practice on Friday, Dave convinced Alec to go out with him to the bar. Dave was drunk and indiscriminate when he met a pretty blonde girl named Diane who said she was a WF cheerleader. They danced together for a while and Dave got to know her fairly well enough to suggest they retire to his apartment. Diane was immediately willing but then hesitant because she had come with a girlfriend; she suggested her friend and Daves roommate could pair up. Alec was angry at Dave when Dave tried to convince him to take the cheerleaders friend back to the apartment. Alec flatly refused then left Dave at the bar alone. Dave eventually took a taxi back to his apartment with the cheerleader. He made love to her before he walked her back to her dorm. Alec gave Dave hell the next morning. Just because you want to fuck everything that moves and screw up your life, doesnt mean I want to risk losing Shauna. I wont go out with you anymore, Dave. I have better things to do with my senior year than to drink it away. You should deal with your real problem and get your shit together. Dave simply shrugged and went to golf practice. Alec was really pissed off but Dave again didnt seem to care. After practice, Dave convinced Darcy and Devin to go to the Wake Forest football game with him. The game was entertaining and the home team jumped to an early lead. Dave watched the cheerleaders do their routines and he spotted Diane. He pointed her out to Darcy and Devin and bragged he had banged her the previous night. He even boasted that he could probably fuck her right after the game. They suggested he couldnt and he simply laughed at them. At half time he slipped down to field level and talked to her for few minutes. When he came back up to his seat, he was smiling and saying it was a done deal. The home team held on for an exciting second half victory and as soon as the final horn sounded, Dave smiled at his friends and said, Ill see you on the bus in the morning. Ill have all the details. He winked at his friends before he walked down to field level. He found Diane waiting for him; as they were walking through the hallway of the stadium he saw a room marked Equipment. He asked what equipment was in that room and she explained that the football teams workout equipment was in there. Dave smiled and guided her into the room. As soon as they were inside he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He locked the door as he pinned her against it. He worked his hands under her black and gold top before he massaged her large round breasts. He pulled up her top, then her bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly as he worked a hand under her frilly cheer skirt and into her panties. She was wet with anticipation. He easily slipped two fingers into her wet opening and found her g-spot she moaned even louder as he probed there. He guided her to the middle of the room and lay her down on one of the bench- press seats. He dropped to his knees and pulled her panties to the side so he could slip his tongue deep into her wet slit. She groaned in delight as he moved his big hands up to her exposed breasts. He got tired of pushing her panties to the side so he pulled them off in one clean motion before he resumed licking and eating her tasty snatch. He slipped a finger deep inside her wetness as he sucked her clit she responded and moaned through a loud orgasm. After she recovered from her orgasm she stood up and peeled her top and bra off leaving just her skirt, socks, and sneakers on. Dave stared at her gorgeous muscular body and smiled. She moved in front of him and dropped to her knees. She unbuckled his shorts and pulled them down with his boxers. She sucked his hard cock into her mouth as he moved his hands to her head. She was a great cocksucker and he soon blew his load in her mouth he didnt even warn her and she didnt complain or spill a drop. She continued to suck him carefully for several minutes until his hardness resurged then she begged him to fuck her from behind. He slipped a condom from his wallet, rolled it on his hard prick, bent her over a stand holding some free weights, and eased into her wet waiting cunt. He drove hard into her as she moaned in delight. Her breathing grew steadily faster as he fucked her while he played with her large swaying tits. She moaned louder and louder until she came excitedly. Dave continued to stroke into her but he was still a long way from cumming again. He looked at her rosette and decided to try her ass. He spit on her sphincter and eased a finger deep inside her asshole. She moaned again as he worked more lubricant into her tight rear end. She gasped, Ive never had anyone in my ass before. He chuckled. Well, today will be your first time. He eased his slippery prick from her snatch then lubricated two fingers and eased them into her ass. She moaned and said, I dont think Im ready for you to fuck me there. Give me a minute. Dave simply ignored her and eased his tip to her puckered hole. He eased it forward gently and she groaned in pain. He waited a brief moment for her to adjust before he pushed his crown completely inside. She groaned even louder and he froze for another moment as he felt her ass squeeze his hardness. After giving her another moment to relax, he eased his girth deeper inside her. She continued to moan in a combination of pain and pleasure as he eased his hardness out of her then pushed back inside. Her ass was incredibly tight and his prick felt like it was being squeezed in a velvet vise. He slowly increased his stroking motion and his orgasm began to build. He had a hand on each hip as he fucked into her steadily harder and harder until he felt his balls swell with excitement. He drove hard into her ass as he launched his seed into the latex protection. He groaned as he thrust then he simply leaned onto her back. He had barely finished when she pulled away from him. After his dick slipped out of her with a little pop sound, she turned and glared at him. That really fucking hurt. Why didnt you stop or wait until I was more ready? I heard you were a nice guy but you just seem like all those other jock assholes another moron with muscles and a brain in his dick. She grabbed her top, quickly got dressed, and stormed out of the room. Dave stood frozen and watched her leave the room. He couldnt believe she had called him a jock asshole. Was he really acting like that? He had always sworn he would never act that way but now he seemed to be acting like someone he didnt even know. He finally absolved himself of any blame, shrugged it off, and said, Fuck her! then he got dressed and went back to his room. Dave couldnt convince Darcy to go out that night but as he was walking back from Darcys dorm he ran into a guy from one of his business classes. The guy invited Dave to his room for a few beers and Dave happily accepted. Dave ended up staying out until three in the morning before he landed back at his own apartment with another girl. It turned out he was too drunk to get it up and fell asleep cuddled in the girls arms. His alarm went off early the next morning and he dragged himself out of bed to catch the team bus. The drive seemed brutal and when they arrived in Birmingham just after noon, Dave went directly to the bathroom and threw up. He tried to eat a light lunch but he threw that up as well. His practice round went very poorly and he shot eighty. The rest of the tournament didnt get any better as Dave shot seventy-eight, seventy-four, and seventy-six. Coach Dawes was very angry with the teams fifth place finish and he questioned some of the teams dedication. He was looking directly at Dave when he said it. Dave was disappointed but he didnt really care. The bus ride back to campus was very long and quiet. On Wednesday Dave got the first of his mid terms back and he had done very poorly. He had two Cs and one D. That evening he got his fourth midterm back and it was another C. He was disappointed but rationalized that he was still passing. Thursday brought more bad news as he got two more Cs and one F. He had failed the course he was sharing with Kyra and Jana. Danielle hosted a party on Thursday night to celebrate the end of midterms and Dave showed up uninvited. He drank hard all evening and Danielle kept giving him dirty looks. When he tried to convince Mia to go back to his room with him, Danielle blew her gasket. She grabbed Dave by the arm and pulled him into the bathroom. Once the door closed, she pushed him down on the toilet and growled, What the fuck has gotten into you, Dave? Last year you preached to me about not getting involved with members of the golf team and now youre trying to fuck Mia. I loved you so much and you pushed me away but now youre fucking every girl that breathes and I dont know who you are anymore. Youre getting drunk all the time and acting like a real asshole. Who the fuck are you? And what have you done with the Dave MacDonald that I loved last year? Im embarrassed to even be seen with you. Dave looked at her in shock. Youre embarrassed to be seen with me? She sat on the tub beside him and took his face in her hands. Last year you were the most special guy I had ever met. Now youve become a hateful drunken asshole. Whats happened to you? A tear ran down his cheek as he looked into her eyes. You dont know? Danielles voice softened and she pleaded, What happened last summer? I heard that Jennifer turned you down but what happened with Jana and Kyra? Dave took her hands from his cheeks and he slowly explained, Jana wanted to sleep with Jennifer and me in a three-way; but after Jennifer rejected me I couldnt do that with her. Then Jana decided to pursue her three-way with Jennifer and her fiance, Mark. I told her I didnt want her to do it but she did anyway. I told her I never wanted to see her again and she gave her sister, Kyra, such a hard time that I lost her too. Ive lost everyone I love; I pushed Sarah, Rebecca, and you away and I lost Katherine, Jennifer, Jana, and Kyra. Im all alone and I dont know what to do? Danielle hugged him. You havent lost me yet. You know I will always love you; but if you keep on drinking and fucking every girl you see, you will lose me. It breaks my heart to see you doing this to yourself. Last June I thought I would die without you but during the summer I won two golf tournaments and I finally realized what you had meant when you said I needed to find my own future. I do have a future in golf and I know I can make it to the LPGA Tour, if I work hard enough. I need to focus all my attention on that goal and a permanent relationship with any man is not convenient right now. You were right and I am so happy you helped me reach a dream that I never imagined could come true. I dont have time for an intimate relationship but I could definitely use a good friend. We were the best of friends last spring and I would love to be like that again. Can you at least try to get your act together? She kissed Dave tenderly and he hugged her tight. I could really use a good friend. Thank you, Danielle. I promise to try and get myself straightened out. They simply held each other for several minutes before someone knocked on the door. Dave thanked Danielle again before he went back to his room and went to bed. He was a little hung over the next day at practice and when practice was over he asked Coach Dawes if he could speak to him privately. He followed Coach Dawes into his office and closed the door before he sat down. He apologized, Im sorry for not giving one hundred percent, Coach. Ive been distracted by some personal difficulties but that will change from here forward. Coach Dawes nodded. Ive noticed youve been slacking off and I heard you were drinking too much I was ready to call you on it. Im pleased you see the problem. Please get yourself straightened out and get your focus back on your game. I got your marks from midterms and you better get that straightened out as well. I would offer you a tutor but I know from your marks last year that you dont need help you just need to study harder. Drinking and partying are not going to fix any problems you have to deal with. Spend your energies working on the things that really matter. Dave nodded and thanked his coach for the good advice before he left. When he got back to his room, Alec and Shauna were sitting in the main room and Dave sat with them. He looked at Alec then said, Im really sorry for being such an asshole this last month. Ive been struggling to deal with losing Jana and Kyra they were my stability and I really miss them. The excessive drinking stops as of today and I wont be dragging girls back to my room the way I have been. Can you two forgive me for being such a jerk? Alec put out his hand and Dave shook it. Then Alec explained, in his best caddie voice, I know you really miss the twins but you cant piss your whole education or golf career away because of your sagging love life. On the golf course you are the most focused person I have ever met. You dont let bad golf shots bother you you concentrate on the current shot and chose the best path to the green. But when it comes to women, you truly suck at relationships. You dive in so deep that when any little thing goes wrong, you immediately panic and blow your top. Your first response is to get angry. You should try to think about your relationships in a similar light to your golf game. Sometimes you will get in trouble but getting angry and losing focus wont help you see the best path to the problem. Stay calm and focused on the current situation. Dave listened to his best friend intently. He thought about what Alec said and simply nodded. He then thanked Shauna as well and went to his room. He got out his books and started studying. He had a lot of catching up to do so he went at his books hard all day. When he showed up for group practice the next day he apologized to everyone for being a slacker and promised to get back on track. Group and team practice went well and after a good lunch, Dave went right back at his studies. He studied hard all weekend and was getting a handle on what he had to do for most of his courses but he was way behind in the course he shared with Jana and Kyra and he couldnt seem to understand the material they were covering he had missed a number of classes and didnt get the notes from anyone. He finally called Kyra on Sunday evening and asked if he could come see her. She agreed so he walked to the twins dorm. When he knocked on the door Jana answered and she glared at him. He simply smiled and said, Hi, Jana. She was surprised by his polite gesture and replied, Ill get Kyra. The door closed and a moment later Kyra appeared. She smiled at Dave and asked, What do you want to talk about? Is there a study room close by where we can speak privately? She pointed down the hall and then guided him towards the room. He followed close behind and asked, How have you been doing? Pretty good but I really miss you. Me too. As they walked into the study lounge Dave noticed there were several tables with comfortable chairs around them and a couch along the far wall. No one was in the room and Kyra guided him to the couch. As soon as they sat down Dave continued, Im failing Religious Studies and I was hoping you would help me get caught up. We can study here in this room so Jana will know nothing else is going on. Will you please help me? Kyra hugged him. I will definitely help you. When you cut classes, I knew something was wrong. Then Ive heard youve been having a little trouble. Dave looked at her curiously and asked, What have you heard? She looked very serious. The women in this dorm talk a lot; rumors are youve been acting like a stuck-up dick-head jock. I was shocked to hear the stories that are going around about you. Dave shook his head. Theyre probably true. Ive been acting like a real jerk. Danielle gave me hell the other night and it was just what I deserved and needed. Then Coach and Alex piled on and kicked my butt into gear. I have to stop moping and concentrate on the books and the golf. Kyra hugged him again. When do you want to start? Can we start right now? Ill run to my apartment and get my books. Kyra nodded so he stood up before he added, I want to speak to Jana before we start. Kyra followed him to her room then she opened the door and checked to see if Jana was decent before she guided Dave into the room. Jana turned from her desk and looked at Dave quizzically. In a very soft voice he asked, Will you allow Kyra to help me study for Religion class? Im flunking and I desperately need some help. If you dont want her to do it, I will find someone else but I promise we will only study in the room down the hall. Jana looked at him and after a few moments in thought she replied in a neutral voice, She can do whatever she wants. Dave thought, Yeah, right, except date me. But he simply nodded without saying a word. He smiled at Kyra and said out loud, Ill be back in a minute. He ran all the way to his room and got his books. Soon, he was back in the study room with Kyra and they spent an hour on their studies. Kyra could put her finger on what Dave had missed and soon Dave had a much better understanding of what the professor was looking for; he sincerely thanked Kyra before he left. The next week and a half passed quickly as Dave concentrated on his studies and practiced his golf the way the old, pre-asshole Dave could. He was slowly getting back up to speed in most of his classes and, thanks to a couple more sessions with Kyra, he was almost caught up in Religious Studies. He really enjoyed the time studying with Kyra; learning instead of moping was somehow more rewarding and satisfying. The big news on campus the next week was that one of the schools basketball stars had been in a serious car accident and was severely injured. He had a broken back and would be lucky to walk again. Dave and Alec talked about the accident for a while. Alec thought he knew how the basketball star felt. Dave qualified for the Isleworth tournament along with Darcy, Carl, Keith, and Devin. Will and Alec were both disappointed to be left out and knew they would have to work hard to get back onto the starting team. The tournament was similar to the previous year with several professional golfers around but there was no sign of Tiger Woods. Dave was pleased he didnt show up because Dave was not completely back on his game even though he won the tournament by one stroke over a Texas golfer. Wake Forest won the team title and Coach Dawes was again happy to be back on top. Dave studied hard each evening he was in Florida and when he returned to class on Wednesday he continued to work hard to get caught up. He was surprised on Thursday when Jana pointed at the empty seat beside Kyra and invited Dave to sit with them. Dave talked casually with Kyra and he was really happy to be back on better terms with Jana. They didnt talk much but at least the nasty looks had ended. Dave studied hard all weekend and by Sunday he had actually started to cover material he would have the next day. He was finally caught up on all seven courses and he was very proud of himself. He decided to take a break around eight oclock and went to a coffee shop on campus. He was sitting their sipping hot chocolate when a well-dressed gorgeous blond smiled at him from across the room. He automatically nodded to her and said hello. She said hello back then asked if she could join him. He pulled out the chair beside his and she walked over with her coffee in hand. She introduced herself, Hi, Im Anne Jordan. Dave put out his hand, Im Dave MacDonald. He thought about how her first name was the same as his first lover Ann Kopsas. But where Ann was had a dark complexion with small breasts, this Anne was fair-skinned with round average- sized breasts. Ann was very athletic looking while this Anne had a rounder curvier shape. Dave noticed Anne had a wry smile that lit up her face as she spoke; he somehow found that to be very attractive. She asked, Dont you play on the golf team? He nodded so she continued, I thought I recognized you. Congratulations on winning the tournament last week. Ive never played golf but I always wanted to try. Dave smiled at the eagerness in her voice and suggested, Id be happy to give you a few golf lessons. She thanked him and quickly accepted his offer; instead of leaving it at that, she then began to outline her schedule and availability. They arranged to meet at the golf center the next evening at seven oclock. Dave asked her where she was from and she explained that she grew up on a ranch in New Mexico but her father wanted her to be a doctor so she came east to Wake Forest. Dave enjoyed the hour they spent together and he walked her back to her dorm before he returned to his apartment. He studied in his bed for another hour before he fell asleep. Dave looked forward all day Monday to his time with Anne and, when they finally met at the golf center, he was actually a little nervous. She warned him she wasnt any good at golf but he assured her they would just have some fun. They spent over an hour hitting balls and Dave really liked her. She was average height at about five foot five and her round ass looked great when she was swinging a golf club. He noticed her nipples pushing out her blouse and he felt a little stir in his shorts. He asked her to go on a date with him on Wednesday and was relieved when she agreed to go to a movie with him. Wednesday night went wonderfully and Dave knew he was quickly falling for Anne but he remembered what Alec had told him about diving in too quickly so he tempered his feelings slightly. When he took Anne back to her room he kissed her goodnight. It was a brief but passionate kiss and he felt warm inside as he walked back to his apartment. The team left early Thursday for the Carpet Capital Collegiate in Rocky Face, Georgia. They had played the team qualifying round the previous Saturday and Dave, Will, Keith, Darcy, and Devin were selected as the team. Although he was not successful, Alecs play was still improving and Coach Dawes promised him another start in the spring if he continued to improve. Dave had a good tournament but a local golfer got hot and beat him by two strokes for the individual title. Darcy had a great tournament and finished third one stroke behind Dave. Wake Forest won their second straight team title and Coach Dawes was ecstatic. The practice group met for one more week until the womens team finished their fall schedule. Dave was still practicing hard but his focus and dedication still wasnt as strong as it had been the previous spring. The women finished second in their final tournament and their national ranking had moved up to fourth. The men were ranked number one after their last two victories. November passed quickly and Dave spent most of his time either studying or with Anne. He really liked her and they slowly became very intimate. Since Dave was slowing himself down, it was Anne who took the initiative to put his hand on her breast and encourage him to get more personal. Dave was pleased and surprised she made the move but mostly pleased; she had nice firm breasts. She was going home for Thanksgiving and they finally made love the night before she left. She was a passionate lover and tried hard to please him. Dave did, however, notice that she wasnt nearly as good a lover as Kyra or Jana had been but what she lacked in skill she made up in enthusiasm. She also seemed very compliant and even asked Dave if he would like her to trim or shave her pubic hair to be more attractive. Dave drove her to the airport on Wednesday before he went to Alecs for the Thanksgiving holiday. With the end of November drawing to a close, Dave also had to decide what he wanted to do for Christmas. He had considered staying with Alec because he really didnt want to go home to QAI. He thought he was finally getting over Jennifer and going home could simply bring back the painful memories of her. Dave had a relaxing long weekend with Patsy and Alec. Patsy kept telling him he should stop studying so hard and enjoy a few days off. It was good to hear someone telling him to slack off; he smiled at her and explained that he needed to start getting ready for final exams. He was determined to recover from his early bad grades. Classes on Monday went well and Dave was looking forward to seeing Anne. They met for lunch and agreed to go to a movie that night. After the movie that night Anne returned to Daves apartment with him and they made love again. She asked him if he wanted to try some different positions and readily lowered herself on his pole when Dave suggested cowgirl. He was really starting to fall for the beautiful blond; after they made love, they talked about their plans for the Christmas holidays. Anne asked Dave if he wanted to go to New Mexico with her for Christmas and Dave thought that would be fun. She promised to check with her father the next day. As they lay in bed Dave confessed about his previous summer with Jennifer and how he was still recovering from that breakup. She also confessed that she had been dating the star basketball player, the one who had been hurt in the bad car accident. She explained how he had trouble dealing with his disability and how he chased her out of his life. She cried as she talked about how much she had loved him Dave felt bad for her. They consoled each other and Dave thought they were the perfect match two wounded veterans of the love wars. He was studying in his room the next night when the phone rang. Anne said her parents were looking forward to his visit. Dave was pleased and they made arrangements to go out on Thursday evening. He suggested they drive to Raleigh to watch a hockey game, the Mighty Ducks were in town and John had been called up from the minor leagues for a few games and hoped to play against the Hurricane. Anne though it sounded like a fun evening. Dave said they would leave right after his class on Thursday so they could see John before the game started. When Dave hung up the phone he walked into Alecs room and explained, I wont be coming to your place for Christmas. Thank your mom but Ive decided to go with Anne to New Mexico. Alec looked at him strangely and replied, You seem to be getting pretty serious with Anne. Do you know much about her? Alec was very worried for his friend because he had heard that Anne was simply a gold-digger. She had been dating the star basketball player mainly because he was destined to a big, well-paid NBA star, but when he had his accident and his career ended, she dropped him like a hot potato. He desperately wanted to warn his friend about this but Dave had been doing much better the last six weeks and Alec didnt want to see his friend go into another tailspin. Dave answered, Yeah, were getting along great. I really like her and Im happy to have someone very special in my life again. She had it pretty rough when her old boyfriend dumped her. But she is starting to open up to me and Im starting to open up with her as well; I think it helps both of us to share. Alec looked at his friend skeptically but didnt say anything. The last week of classes covered a lot of review work in preparations for finals and Dave was feeling better about all his classes. On Thursday after his last class he met Anne at his apartment and they drove to Raleigh. Dave went directly to the rink and the tickets John had left him were waiting at the main ticket office. Dave picked up the tickets and led Anne directly into the rink. They passed the tickets to security then asked for directions to the visiting dressing room. Dave and Anne found their way to visitors dressing room after getting approval from security to go into the restricted area. John was waiting for Dave and they hugged when they met. Dave introduce John to Anne and John laughed, Another Anne, eh? You must like that name. Dave laughed and glanced at Anne he was pleased she was also chuckling. He had told her about Ann Kopsas the previous week so she wasnt surprised to hear the reference. Dave and John caught up on old times before John had to get ready for the game. Dave asked about going out after the game but John said the team was to flying to Philadelphia right after the game. Dave watched the game intently and explained the rules to Anne who had never watched hockey before. John only saw limited play during the first period but he worked hard when he got on the ice and Dave was proud of his friend playing in the teal jersey of the Mighty Ducks. The Ducks lost four-two but John played better each shift and by the end of the game was getting more and more ice time. It was actually the first professional regular season game he had played with the Ducks and Dave was pleased he could be there for it. After the game Dave and Anne went down to see John but John only had a few minutes to speak. Dave congratulated him on a good game and wished him luck. John thanked him for watching and promised to call if and when he heard whether he would be staying on with the Ducks. During the drive back to campus, Dave was extremely happy for his friend and Anne laughed at how giddy he was. When they arrived back at his room Dave pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He eased her blouse off her shoulders and sucked her nipples through her bra they hardened immediately. He unhooked her bra and pulled it out of the way as he sucked her nipples directly. She moaned in pleasure. He slipped one hand down her belly then under her skirt. She was already wet with anticipation as he pulled her panties aside and eased two fingers into her wet opening. She moaned louder and louder as Dave continued to tease her. He dropped to his knees and pushed his head under her skirt as he started licking her clit. She quickly reached a thundering climax. After slowly recovering she stripped Dave quickly and pushed him onto the bed. She mounted his rock hard pole and they worked together until they both climaxed together. She collapsed onto his chest and they slept soundly all night. Dave studied hard all weekend and was ready for his finals when he went to bed on Sunday. Exams went very well and he walked out of each test very confident he had done well. On Friday he said goodbye to his friends before he flew west with Anne. He was a little nervous about meeting her family and when the plane landed in the small town of Carlsbad, Dave was shaking in anticipation. His worries werent necessary as he immediately fell in love with Annes parents. Her dad was a big man over six feet tall; he had huge rugged hands that showed he worked hard on the ranch. Her mother was a sweet lady who also looked to be a very hard worker. The drive to the ranch took thirty minutes and Dave loved the beautiful flat countryside. When they reached the house, Dave was surprised by the large ranch house and three barns. He was introduced to Annes four brothers and two sisters. She had told Dave about them and he already knew all their names. Anne was the oldest and Joey was three years younger at seventeen. Jimmy was sixteen; Amanda was fourteen; John was thirteen; Allie was eleven and Jason was the youngest at nine. As Dave entered the house he admired the large spacious kitchen but was slightly puzzled when he noticed a bed in the corner. He was eventually shown to his room and he immediately asked who he was putting out of their bed. Anne explained that Jason and John would sleep on the bed in the kitchen. Dave suggested he sleep there but Anne told him he would be woken up too early if he slept there. Dave tried to argue but gave up quickly. He was a little tired from the trip but young Jason wanted to show Dave his horse so Dave followed him to the large barn closest to the house. Jason pointed at large white horse and said, Thats my horse. John used to use him until he got a new stallion. Hes not as fast as the rest of the horses but Pa has promised me a new stallion when I turn twelve. Do you ride horses, Dave? Dave thought about the two times he went horse back riding on QAI and simply chuckled. He replied, Not very well, Jason. Ive only done it a couple of times but I did like it. Jason looked at him strangely, You mean you dont have your own horse? Dave laughed out loud. No, I dont. Do you have one I can use? Jason pointed to a sleek black-looking horse and said, Pa said you can use that one if youre up to it. Hes a little feisty but hes very fast. Dave shook his head, Im not sure Im ready for a feisty horse quite yet; well see. Dave followed Jason back into the house just as dinner was being served. Dave ate a large meal and was very pleased to see that Annes father and brother Joey actually ate more than he had that was a first for Dave. After the plates were cleared from the table, Dave went into the pantry and tried to help with the dishes but was quickly chased from the room by Annes mother, Allison. Dave sat in the living room with her father and asked, What time do you start work in the morning, Mr. Jordan? The burly man replied, Please call me Joseph. I usually check on the herd at first daylight but I spend at least an hour in the barns before that. Are you a morning person, Dave? Dave nodded. Yes sir, Im usually on the go before six oclock. It will probably take some time for me to get used to riding but I would love to help you in any way I can. Joseph shook his head, No need for you to help, son; I have the boys for that but youre welcome to join us if you like. Dave nodded indicating he would like to join them. Allison brought Joseph a coffee and Anne brought Dave a hot chocolate. Jason asked if he could have some hot chocolate and Anne ended up making cups for her other brothers and sisters. Anne, her sisters, and Allison joined the men in the main room and they talked about Daves golf and what he wanted to do with his life. They were all surprised he planned to play golf professionally and were astounded when they heard how much money he could make. It was a good family gathering; Dave really liked Annes parents and, when he went to his room, Anne spent some private time with him during which she quietly and thoroughly sucked him off before she went to her room. Dave woke early the next morning and could smell bacon cooking. He pulled on an old pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, and a sweatshirt. When he entered the kitchen, all the J-men Joseph, Joey, Jimmy, and John were just being served their breakfast and Dave sat beside Joey. The tall young man smiled at him just as Allison slid a large plate of hearty breakfast food in front of him. After eating a good meal all the men-folk went to the barns and fed the chickens, pigs, and sheep. Then they prepared the horses. Joey found Dave some chaps while Joseph gave him a saddle and blanket. Jimmy and John showed him how to put the bridle on the horse before they showed him how to put the saddle on. Joseph smiled at Dave and said, Hopefully well see you out on the ranch sometime today. Jimmy and John will help you. The two men then rode off into the sunrise. Dave tried to remember everything the boys were telling him but he doubted he would. He mounted up and the stallion jumped a little, throwing Dave off balance. Dave held on tight as he struggled to get his balance. He thought he was finally ready as the other two boys mounted up but the stallion suddenly moved sideways unexpectedly and Dave tumbled onto the ground. Jimmy and John laughed and were about to get off their horses to help him when Dave said, Stay on your horses. Ill figure this out. Dave dusted himself off before he grabbed the saddle and climbed back on the horse. He got his balance then nodded at Jimmy to lead the way. Jimmy went in front and he started walking slowly. Dave pulled the reins and directed his horse behind Jimmy. John took up the rear and continually gave Dave pointers on how to sit and how to hold his feet and hands. Dave was steadily feeling more comfortable and suggested Jimmy try running slowly. Jimmy kicked his horse and it sprinted away from Dave. Dave dug in his heels and his stallion immediately took off; Dave grabbed the saddle horn to hold on. He thought he was going to fly off as he was repeatedly bounced into the air as the horse ran across the field. Dave eventually remembered to hold his weight up off the horse by putting more weight on his feet and the ride became much smoother. Dave was still struggling to keep his balance but he was adjusting fairly quickly. He eventually felt comfortable enough to look past Jimmy but he couldnt see Joseph or Joey anywhere in sight. He looked over the beautiful but barren country and he loved the quiet solitude immediately. After riding for over twenty minutes they finally could see the adults and when they pulled up beside them, Joseph chuckled. Well, son, you adapted a lot faster than most people do. Id say within a week youll be ready to race any one of us. Dave shook his head. No racing for me, thank you. Dave looked over the heard which seemed to cover a huge area of the pasture. He asked, How many head do you have? Joseph replied, With the three boys helping me now, Im up to twelve hundred head. Its a lot of work but it keeps the boys out of trouble. This pasture is pretty well grazed over so we need to move them to a different pasture in a week or so. Were just heading over to inspect the fences. Follow me. Joseph gave his horse a light jab with both feet and his large stallion sprinted off to the west, Joey, Jimmy, and John followed close behind. Dave kicked his horse and off he went. He was slowly falling behind and when they stopped twenty minutes later he was a quarter of a mile back. Dave was, however, getting more comfortable on the horse and had actually gained a little distance the last five minutes. Jimmy jumped off his horse and opened a gate. Joseph, Joey, and John had just ridden through the gate when Dave caught up to them and he went through as well. Jimmy closed the gate then climbed back on his horse. Joseph wanted Joey to check the fence along the west side and he sent Jimmy and John directly across the field to the far side. Each would go in a different direction and would meet either Joey or their Pa. As the two younger boys sprinted across the pasture, Joey started walking his horse along the fence to the west. Joseph motioned for Dave to follow him as he started along the fence towards the east. Dave noticed that several spans of the barbed wire were missing and Joseph pulled out a notepad and wrote down some notes. Joseph got off his horse several times to check posts and made several more notes when the posts looked to be broken or rotten. They eventually met up with Jimmy and he handed his notes to his father. Joseph led them back to the gate and they waited for the Joey and John. When they returned Joseph reviewed all the notes. He looked at Dave, Looks like were going to be busy the next couple of days. Well have to run to town and get some more fencing supplies as well. Jimmy opened the gate and after they had all passed through, they rode back to the house. Dave wasnt sure if they rode slower or he went faster but he was able to keep up. His balance on the horse was getting much better and he was beginning to feel more confident. When he arrived back at the house he climbed off the horse and his thighs and ass immediately felt tender. Anne walked out of the house and she laughed at Dave as he walked bowlegged around the corral. Joseph teased, Youre going to be sore tomorrow, boy. Dave could feel his muscles contracting and he had to agree. After the horses got a good drink of water, Jimmy showed Dave how to brush out his horse before he guided it back into its stall. Dave really liked working with the horse and he was talking animatedly to his horse as he brushed him out. Anne laughed at Dave and called him a real cowboy at heart. After lunch, Dave drove to town with Joey and helped load the supplies on the truck. Joey was surprised when someone at the general store recognized Dave and asked if he was the golfer who was dating Hilary Duff. Dave simply replied that he and Hilary were friends but he was actually dating Anne Jordan. On the return trip home, Joey asked about the Hilary Duff thing and Dave told him what happened at the British Open and how tabloid newspapers needed to make up stories to sell their publications. Back at the ranch, Dave helped get the supplies loaded onto a trailer, which would be hauled to the fence site the next day. Dave asked if they would use a tractor to haul the wagon and Joey laughed saying they hooked the trailer to a four-wheeler, which was much faster than a tractor or horses. Joey said some ranches use four-wheelers for almost everything but his Pa preferred the traditional horses; he said you got a much better feel high on a quiet horse than low on a noisy machine. Dave was tired when dinner was finally served and he was happy to relax in the main room with Joseph. Joseph told Dave he was a hard worker and he was impressed with his ability to adjust quickly to the horse. Dave thanked him. The women soon joined them and, after a brief rest, Dave and Anne went for a walk. Dave thought the walk would help stretch out his aching muscles; it did, and their kissing also seemed therapeutic. The last thing Dave remembered before falling into a deep sleep was the feel of Annes soft lips as she coaxed out his seed in a goodnight suck. When Dave woke the next morning he was very stiff but he pushed himself out of the bed and was soon eating breakfast with the men. After feeding all the animals and saddling up the horses, Dave, Joey, Joseph, and John rode out to the new pasture. Jimmy followed close behind on the four-wheeler. Fixing the fences was hard, back-breaking work and Dave was exhausted by noon. Joseph pulled out the lunch he had packed for all of them and they took a short break to eat. They were soon back to work and got a significant portion of the work done in the first day. Jimmy even had to drive back to the barn for supplies once. When they arrived back at the house that evening, Dave was really tired but he felt good. He and Anne went for another walk after eating a big meal. Anne told Dave that her father really liked him. Dave said he liked her father as well. Over the next two weeks Dave worked hard on the ranch every day and he went to bed tired every night. He found that riding the horse provided him a lot of time to think and he thought about Jennifer, Jana, and Kyra. He thought about everything that had happened the previous summer and he thought about his future with Anne. He could definitely see settling down with her and he was happy he got along so well with her family. He thought a lot about Alec comparing his love life to his golf game and the more he thought about it the more he knew Alec was exactly right. Dave had to sign his card on his old love life. That round of his relationships was done and it was time to finalize the score and move on. As Christmas drew near, Dave started to think more and more about home. He missed his family and he questioned his logic to not go home just because of Jennifer; maybe it was time to stop avoiding things from the past. He went Christmas shopping in town and bought something for all his new brothers and sisters. Allie had grown very fond of him and he bought a special necklace for her. He picked something special for each of the four boys and two girls. He bought a very special diamond necklace for Anne. While he was in the jewelry shop he found a pendant for a necklace that said Friends Forever he bought three of them and had them all specially gift wrapped. Christmas Day was even harder as he thought more about his family; Annes entire family could tell he was homesick. The family opened their presents and Dave received a hug from both of Annes sisters. Anne gave him a passionate kiss after she opened the diamond necklace. Dave received a beautiful silver belt buckle from her parents and several flannel shirts from her siblings. Late in the morning on Christmas Day he saddle up his horse and went for a long ride, alone. He thought more about his life and he came to some very important decisions. He rode hard back to the house about mid afternoon and after brushing out his horse and stowing all his gear, he found Anne and explained, Ive decided to fly home tomorrow, assuming I can get a flight. I have a lot of loose ends I need to tie up and I want to be ready when I return to Wake Forest. This will be my last year golfing there competitively so I want it to be the very best possible and in order to do that I need to eliminate all the distractions I currently have. She hesitantly agreed she was afraid he was going to go back with Jennifer, and said so. He assured her that was not the case. Dave then booked his flights on his computer. He had to use a dial-up service and it took a while but he eventually had everything booked. He didnt call home because he wanted it to be a surprise. He thanked Joseph and Allison for their hospitality before he explained his plan. They were very supportive. After dinner, he slipped away with Anne and they made love in the loft of the barn. The smell of straw and the soft moans of the woman writhing beneath him made a permanent memory in Daves mind. When Dave went to bed that night he was more relaxed and happy than he had been in a long time. He felt confident he was ready to move on with the rest of his life.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Fourteen - The Practice Group Expands Dave slept for two hours and felt well-rested when he woke. As he showered he thought about the conversation he had had with Rebecca and he felt bad for the shabby way he had treated her. She had obviously wanted to make up but he hadnt really given her a chance. He thought about her as he drove back to the hospital. He decided he would call her later that night and see if he could smooth things over. Alecs condition was improving steadily and Shaunas presence seemed to calm him. Dave talked with both Shauna and Patsy and they thanked him again for driving so far. He explained that he would always be there for his friend. Shauna hugged Dave and asked if he would drive her home the next day to get her belongings for her return to school. Dave asked why she was getting her belongings when they werent allowed to move into residence until that Saturday. She explained that she had had an argument with her parents when she asked to stay that night at Alecs house. Her parents didnt think it was appropriate for her to stay over-night at her boyfriends house even though Patsy had assured them that Alec was in hospital. Shauna said she told her parents she was staying over-night anyway. Her parents got angry and, after a lengthy argument, Shauna told them she was moving out and she would get her belongings the next day. Patsy said she could sleep in Alecs bed until she was ready to move back into her residence. Dave was surprised but agreed to drive her home to pick up her things. The evening passed slowly as Dave, Patsy, and Shauna remained at Alecs side. The doctors came and went several times. Late in the evening, during one of their tests, Alec cried out in joy when he could suddenly feel his left hand. He looked at Dave with a huge grin on his face Dave knew he was thinking that he might be able to golf again. The doctor was also very pleased with the results and he declared that any paralysis was now highly unlikely. After he finished, Dave followed him out of the room and asked if he could speak to him in private. The doctor led Dave to a quiet area where Dave asked him whether he thought Alec would be able to play competitive golf again. The doctor had recognized Dave from the newspaper articles and easily understood the question; after he congratulated Dave, he explained that Alecs hand had been severely damaged. He told Dave that numerous nerves and tendons had been severed and a specialist had been brought in to reconstruct his hand. The doctor was pleased that Alec had feeling in the hand but he told Dave that he doubted if Alec would ever get one hundred percent use from all his fingers. The doctor concluded that Alec would not likely have enough feeling in his hand to play competitive golf again a perfect recovery, although not impossible, was unlikely. Dave could feel tears in his eyes as he thanked the doctor for the information. He was emotionally crushed that his new best friend would never be able to live his dream of a competitive golf career. Dave then remembered what Alec had told him about his scholarship and he tried to think of a solution. He thought about the accident and he decided to ask Patsy if she knew anything about who had hit Alec. Dave hated the idea of suing people, but in this case, it might be necessary. Dave returned to the room and Alec was still excited about feeling his hand. Dave talked to him for a while before he asked Patsy if he could speak to her alone. They left the room and found a quiet place. Dave asked, I know this is probably none of my business and if you dont want to talk about it, just say so, but what do you know about the man who hit Alec? Do you know if he was insured? Patsys face turned pale and Dave thought she might even begin to cry, The police officers told me that the mans license had been under suspension for drunk driving and that he was not insured. The officer further explained that he had been evicted from his apartment because he couldnt pay the rent and they didnt think he had any money. Several lawyers have approached me but Im not sure if it is worth trying to sue him or anyone. Im lucky Alec is still covered by my health insurance because he is a full time student. Dave hugged her, Everything will work out fine. Dont worry. She hugged Dave close and thanked him for his support. After she went back into Alecs room, Dave pulled out his cell phone and called Coach Dawes. He told Coach Dawes what had happened to Alec and that he was back in Winston-Salem to be with him. Coach Dawes thanked Dave for calling and promised to visit the next day. Dave asked if he could sit down with him late in the afternoon and talk about Alecs scholarship. Coach Dawes asked why Dave wanted to talk about it and Dave explained what the doctor told him and that Alec had expressed concern about his financial situation. Coach Dawes promised to check the university policy on such accidents. Dave thanked him and said goodbye. Dave and Patsy drove home in her car so Dave could leave his with Shauna. When they arrived at the house they talked briefly before Patsy went to bed. Dave thought about how much better Alec was doing and he remembered Rebecca. He called her on his cell phone. When she answered the phone, he said, Hi, Becca; I miss you. She immediately noticed that he called her Becca this time and she felt wonderful. She had moped around the house all evening and hoping he would call back; now he had. She replied, Ive missed you too. How is your friend? Dave explained, Hes doing better but he will have to stay in the hospital for a while. I wanted to talk about our conversation yesterday. Im sorry I couldnt ask you to marry me but Im not saying that someday that wont change. I have thought about you all day and I miss our time together. Rebecca began to cry, I miss you so much. I am so happy you have called. I promise I will make it up to you when you come home. I didnt know that you thought I was going out with someone else. I would have called you to clear that up if I had known. I am sorry I lied to you. When do you think you will be home again? Dave replied, I dont know exactly when but Im planning on taking extra courses over the spring and summer so I may not be home very much this year. Everything has changed since the fall; I dont know if I will wait four years to graduate. If we qualify for the NCAA Championships, I have to stay until early June so I might as well take a sizable course load for the first summer session. That session ends the last of June so I wont be home until July at the earliest. Rebecca almost whispered, Can you tell me everything that happened in the fall? I only know parts of it. Dave explained about his bad round of golf with Keith and his decision to quit school. He told her about his blowup with the golf coach, telling him where to go and his decision to play hockey. He explained how after talking with her, he decided to finish his term at Wake Forest and make a career decision at Christmas time. He told her about Jennifers arrival and how she got him back on the golf team and back on track. He told her about his successful golf tournaments and his encounter with Tiger. She was surprised to hear him say he thought he was getting close to being ready to play professionally golf and that was part of his decision to take extra classes to finish his degree early. He finished his detailed explanation with, But I promise to call you as soon as I get home. I dont know whether either of us will be in a different relationship then, but if not, Id like to spend some time with you. Rebecca sighed in relief, Id like that too. Thanks for being honest with me and telling me your plans. Id love to spend some time with you when you get home. Dave chuckled, Its a date then. She laughed, Its a date. I love you, Dave. Dave whispered, I love you, too. Goodbye, Becca; Ill send you lots of e- mails. She whispered, Id like that. Goodbye, Dave. Dave closed the phone and climbed into bed. He remembered his times with Rebecca; he fell asleep dreaming of her fiery red bush. Dave and Shauna went to the hospital in the morning, and after a short visit with Alec, they left for Smithfield. As they were approaching Raleigh, Dave noticed a sign for Research Triangle Park, Jana and Kyras home. He thought about the twins and how it might have been nice to stop in and see them but he knew they were away skiing with their family. It was some sort of family tradition. The rest of the trip passed quickly and Dave was soon pulling into Shaunas driveway. She suggested Dave wait outside and she would bring things out for him to pack into the car. She went into the house and it was almost twenty minutes before she came out with the first bags. As she walked up to the car, Dave could see that she had been crying so he hugged her and asked, Are you all right? She simply nodded and then went back into the house. She came back out with her remaining bags and said she was ready to go. Once they were back on the road Dave asked if she wanted to talk about it. She looked at him and, after a long pause, she reviewed what had happened. Her parents didnt think she was mature enough to make the decision to stay at Alecs house and they had threatened to cut off her university funding. She told them that she loved Alec and that she had to be near him because he really needed her. She finally told them that if they couldnt accept her decision and they took away her education fund then she would quit school and find a job in Winston-Salem, so she could be with Alec. That seemed to get the message across to her parents and they backed off their threat of taking her funding away. Dave was surprised that a parent would do that and he remembered how his parents had even allowed him to stay in his house with Sarah and Roxanne while the family was at the campground. He told Shauna that if she needed any help to just ask and he would do whatever he could. She thanked him, thinking his offer was more polite than substantive. They arrived back at the hospital in the early afternoon and kept Alec company. Coach Dawes arrived just before supper and, after spending some time with Alec, he and Dave found a quiet place to talk. Coach Dawes explained that Alec was only on a partial scholarship and that it was on a year-to-year basis. If he was unable to play on the team the following fall, he would automatically lose his scholarship. However, he would be in good standing if he returned during the current winter or summer terms. Dave asked what the scholarship covered and Coach Dawes said it paid all of Alecs residence and meal fees. Dave thanked Coach Dawes for the information and said hopefully Alec would make a full recovery and not have to worry about his educational finances. The rest of the week passed slowly as Dave spent most of his time at the hospital. On Thursday evening while Shauna was with Alec, Dave and Patsy sat down at home and talked about Alecs financial situation. She began by saying that she had finally called a lawyer but, after some investigation, he had confirmed that the man who had hit Alec had absolutely no money or insurance. Patsy was very upset but Dave consoled her and made a proposal, Patsy, I have talked this over with my father and he has approved my concept of a contingency plan. Hopefully, Alec will recover and be able to maintain his scholarship, but, if he cant, my backup plan could cover his last year of school. I first have to give you some background to explain how I can afford to do what I plan to do. Patsy didnt understand what Dave was planning but she listened as he described how he had saved Sarahs life twice and eventually received a substantial trust fund from Lord Thurlow. He then outlined the plan, When summer session starts, I can move out of Palmer and pick any roommate I want. Alec and I had already talked about sharing a room because his current roommate doesnt attend the summer session. In the fall I will push him to share a room with me again. If he cant get his scholarship, Im going to pay his room and meal plan but have Coach Dawes tell him that he is still under scholarship. I have a full scholarship and enough money in my trust not to have to worry about any education costs so I really want to do this for Alec. Patsy refused, I cant let you do that. You have barely known him for four months and I cant let you spend your money on my son. We can get student loans to cover his last year. Dave looked intensely into Patsys eyes as he whispered, Alec was there for me when I really needed him. I had only been here a little over a month and he supported me when I needed it most. Alec has become family to me and I always help my family. I hope and pray he never needs this plan, but if he does, I want you to know that I am there for you and Alec. Patsy hugged him, Thank you, Dave. I really appreciate everything you have done for my son and me. Dave replied, You are family, Patsy. Family always looks after each other. On Friday Alec was feeling much better. The doctors were predicting he might be able to get out of the hospital the following Friday. Shauna and Alec had previously arranged their class schedules identically and were in every class together, so Shauna promised to keep notes for him during the first two weeks. The doctors thought he might be able to start classes near the end of the month. Alec would try to keep up using Shaunas notes, but if he wasnt able to do the work, he could still drop some of his classes by January 26th. Alec felt better about not having to miss the entire semester. During the week Dave had a high-speed internet setup installed at Alecs house, so Alec could hook into WIN and get his notes electronically. Patsy again tried to protest but Dave quickly designated it as his Christmas gift to her and Alec; that made it acceptable to Patsy. Alecs father showed up for a brief visit but left after only an hour. Alec was upset but had pretty well accepted that his father obviously had more important priorities in his life. Dave and Alec talked about it briefly but Alec just wanted to move forward without his father. On Friday evening Dave called the twins house and Kyra answered the phone. She asked where he was and he explained what had happened to Alec. She promised that she and Jana would drive up to see Alec the next day. They talked about their Christmas breaks for fifteen minutes before Kyra passed the phone to Jana and they talked for another twenty minutes. Dave gave the girls his cell number before he said goodbye. The next day, Dave was again at the hospital when the twins arrived for their visit. They spent an hour with Alec and he was pleased to see them. They eventually left the room and Dave followed them into the hallway to say goodbye. As they walked towards the waiting room, Kyra saw an empty room with a tub in it and she pulled Dave and Jana inside. She closed and locked the door then moved into Daves arms and kissed him passionately. She started pulling off his shirt and Jana quickly understood her sisters plan as she unfastened his pants. Dave was soon stripped naked with Jana sucking his firm shaft while Kyra continued to kiss him. He removed Kyras top and his hand slip between her legs to find her soft snatch. As he slipped a finger into her wetness, she purred with excitement. He could feel his excitement building as Jana licked and sucked his hardness. He lowered his head to one of Kyras round firm breasts and sucked the dark nipple into his mouth. She pulled his face tight against her body and he increased the pace of his finger sliding in and out of her wet love hole. He was tapping her g-spot as he felt his own orgasm begin to build. Kyras excitement was growing quickly, as was his. Just before he felt his load explode in Janas mouth, Kyras climax shook her entire body. She was gasping and shaking as her euphoria washed over her. Daves release felt fantastic, enough to make him dizzy, and he leaned against the counter to keep his balance. When he eventually looked down at Janas smiling face, she whispered, Merry Christmas! He couldnt reply but simply smiled ecstatically; their sensuality had again knocked him silly. Kyra was still leaning against his side and, as they both recovered, Kyra said, Janas turn. They stood Jana up and pushed her against the counter. Dave dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt. He pulled her thong panties aside and, as her moist aroma filled his lungs, he began licking and teasing her wet pussy. He felt Kyra working above him and he briefly looked up to see Kyra sucking and caressing Janas breasts. Dave resumed his work and it didnt take long for both of them to rock Janas world. She moaned and gasped through a thundering orgasm. Jana moved to the edge of the tub to regain her composure. Kyra begged Dave to take her from behind as she leaned over the counter. Dave explained that he didnt have any condoms and Kyra simply looked at him as if he were crazy. He thought about his relationship with the twins and decided that he didnt need one. He moved behind her and slipped his resurgent hardness into her wet slit. She moaned, God, you feel fantastic. I have really missed you. Dave moved his hands to her hips and began thrusting in and out of her tight opening. He felt movement between his legs and suddenly felt a wet tongue teasing his balls. He glanced down to see Jana between both of their legs and that seemed to excite him even more. Kyra was pushing back to meet his driving hips and her excitement grew quickly. Dave could feel fingers brushing his shaft and he suspected that Jana was rubbing Kyras clit because her body began to shake and she soon began to shudder as her orgasm flooded her senses. Dave was very close as well and he drove his seed deep inside Kyras womb. He kissed the back of her neck as he rested against her. Jana pushed him gently back before she licked and sucked Kyras dripping snatch. Kyra reached another smaller orgasm as her sister cleaned Daves juices out of her wet love-hole. Dave sat on the tub and rested as he watched the two loving sisters hug and kiss and share his offering. He was amazed that he had had the great good fortune to meet these two incredible women and he felt privileged that they now included him in their lovemaking. The twins eventually tidied themselves and got dressed. Dave pulled on his clothes and watched as the Kyra opened the door. She led them to the waiting room where they said their goodbyes. The sisters asked Dave if he would take them back to the campus the next day if their mother dropped them off at the hospital after they had taken their belongings to WFU. He said he definitely would and they kissed him before they left. When Dave re-entered Alecs room, Alec asked, Did you get lost? Daves flushed features and bubbly grin gave him away and both Shauna and Alec laughed at their friend. Dave blushed even deeper and he was relieved that Patsy was not there. Dave spent Sunday morning at the hospital before he and Shauna took their belongings to WFU. They dropped Shaunas stuff of first and had just finished putting Daves belongings in his room when the twins arrived. Dave watched the two beautiful girls get out of their van followed by their gorgeous mother. The girls ran to Dave and hugged him then dragged him over to meet their mother. Kyra said, Mom, this is Dave. Dave put out his hand and said, Its nice to meet you Mrs. Coulter-Adams; your daughters are truly special women. She smiled up at the tall young man, Hello, Dave. Please call me Kara. The girls have been telling me what a wonderful person you are. They spoke briefly before Dave and Shauna helped the twins move everything into their rooms. Kara kissed her daughters goodbye before she left for Research Triangle Park. Dave and the three girls drove back to the hospital and spent the rest of the day with Alec. Alec was getting very tired of the hospital and, as his health continued to improve, he wanted to move home even more. Shauna arranged to use Daves car to visit Alec each evening. Dave had assured her that he would also be visiting Alec a few evenings. Dave dropped Shauna off at her residence before he parked at Palmer. He had stopped at the university the previous week and gotten a parking pass. He kissed the twins goodnight and went to his room. He and Colby spent some time catching up on each others Christmas break before Dave went to sleep. Dave met the twins for breakfast where Darcy and Leanne joined them. Darcy was shocked to hear about Alec and asked when he would be able to return to the team. Dave explained that his cast would be on for another five weeks and he would need several more weeks of rehab before he could even start swinging a club again. Aloud, Dave said he hoped Alec would be ready for the tournaments in the middle of March. To himself, he prayed that Alec would be able to resume sometime before the end of the season. Dave left for calculus and accounting but arranged to meet the twins for lunch. Both morning classes went well and were continuations of the first semester. Dave had spent some time the previous week preparing for the first day and was familiar with all the material that was covered. He ate lunch with Jana and Kyra before they all went to American Literature. The required reading list was significant and all three went directly to the bookstore after class. Dave enjoyed sitting in class with the twins; one sitting on each side of him. He found it somewhat challenging to focus entirely on the instructor when he had two sets of gorgeous legs rubbing and teasing his legs. That night, while Colby went to the library, Dave made soft tender love to both girls. He spent the rest of the night studying before he crawled into bed with a book for American Lit. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday and Dave went to computer science and economics classes in the morning. After eating lunch, he worked out at Miller Center before going to Reynolds Gymnasium to swim for an hour. He was tired but felt good when he returned to his room. Coach Dawes called a team meeting on Tuesday afternoon and he explained that the team would resume practices on Tuesday and Friday afternoons with a practice round on Saturday or Sunday as weather permitted. They would start that Friday. He spoke briefly about Alecs accident and how the rest of the team would have to step up to fill Alecs position. Dave was surprised when Coach Dawes put his hand on Daves shoulder and said, I am confident that Dave will continue to lead this team and all of you will have to follow his lead. Dave looked up at his coach questioningly and thought, Did he just make me the team leader? Dave looked around the room and every teammate was nodding approval and support except Keith who had his head bowed as if he had been slapped in the face. After the meeting, every golfer walked up to Dave and shook his hand and said, Lets do it, Dave a national title. Dave replied by nodding. He was particularly surprised when Keith shook his hand and said, Im one hundred percent behind you, Dave. I know we can win this year; lead the way. Dave was in shock as he walked back to the dorm with Darcy Keith had actually accepted him as the leader. Dave didnt want to show his surprise to Darcy so he casually explained, Its too cold to practice in the mornings. Ive been up at dawn everyday for the last week and its just not possible. It seems to warm up in the afternoon so I suggest we resume our daily practice sessions starting tomorrow at three oclock. Darcy nodded as he replied, Sounds good. Leanne is anxious to get back at it and so am I. I think she wants to ask you something at supper tonight. Dave looked at him questioningly so Darcy continued, Dont tell her I told you but she has been getting requests from two of her teammates who want to join our practice group. One is a freshman and the other is a sophomore. They have seen her improvement and want to break onto the womens team, the way she has. Dave thanked Darcy for the heads-up then went to his room to study. He reviewed the material covered during his two morning classes then prepared for his classes the next day. He had Introduction to Western Music that night with Kyra and Jana, and he didnt have a clue what to expect. At suppertime he was eating with the twins when Darcy and Leanne joined them. Leanne looked nervous and Dave could tell she was trying to work up the courage to ask him something. She finally asked, Dave, two of the girls on my team want to know if they can join your practice group. They have seen me improve and neither one has ever made the lineup for a tournament. Would you help them the way youve helped me? Dave listened to Leanne carefully; he had thought about her question significantly since Darcy had mentioned it. He asked her, How would you feel if they joined the group and then took your position on the team? Leanne looked surprised by the question and Dave thought she was going to just blurt out an answer but she didnt. She thought about it for several minutes and Dave watched the changes in her facial expressions. She seemed to be analyzing the question thoroughly. Dave was very impressed. She finally looked directly into Daves eyes and smiled, The team is most important. If it helps the team then that is what is best. But I plan to work very hard and I wont give up my position without a fight. If I do lose my position I will fight hard to get it back. Dave, pleased at her response, put on his best imitation of an evil grin and asked, Okay, now, what do they look like? I only allow very pretty girls in my group. Leanne looked surprised; it took her a moment to realize he was only teasing her and she started to giggle. Jana and Kyra quickly started punching Dave from each side until he laughed outright and said, Okay, okay they are very welcome to join our group as long as Darcy approves as well. Darcy nodded agreement before Dave added, And remember, its our group not my group, okay? After supper Dave and the twins went to music class. Dave was surprised that he enjoyed the class he knew part of that was just being with the twins. As he lay in bed that night he thought about Coach Dawes making him the team leader and how Keith had supported him. He still didnt trust Keith but he thought he could at least tolerate him. Dave dozed off thinking about the twins. Classes went well on Wednesday and eventually Dave was loosening up with Darcy at the practice range. The afternoon was cool but a sweater was enough to take the chill off. Leanne walked up to Darcy and Dave with two girls at her side. One was very plain looking and fairly tall with straight black hair Dave estimated that she was about five-eight. The other girl was slightly shorter and quite pretty with shoulder length wavy brown hair. Leanne introduced the taller girl first, Dave and Darcy, this is Rachael Dixon; she is a freshman like us. Dave and Darcy each shook her hand before Leanne introduced the other girl, This is Danielle Murphy, a sophomore. Dave and Darcy shook her hand as well. They all loosened up for several minutes before Dave suggested they start with short irons. They all agreed and started hitting balls. Dave had hit balls several times over the past week and he quickly fell into his old rhythm. When he felt good about his swing he took a break and watched Darcy hitting the ball. He complimented, Great swing, Darcy smooth back swing and nice tempo. He moved to Leanne and stopped her for a second to remind her about not over swinging. He whispered, Smooth consistent swing. You cant hit it as far as Rachael and you probably never will but consistency is the key. Leanne nodded so Dave moved to Rachael who was next along the tee. Rachael had a very long swing and Dave watched her hit for a few minutes. She turned and looked at him and asked, Im open to any suggestions. Dave suggested, You are very tall and you have a long swing arc, but the most important part of iron play is consistency. You dont need extra length. I would suggest you shorten your swing just a little you seem to be pulling your club back too far. Rachael nodded and shortened her swing slightly. Dave watched and complimented her on a more controlled swing before he moved to Danielle. She hit for several minutes before she asked him for suggestions. He adjusted her alignment slightly and talked to her about her starting motion. He suggested she cock her wrists a little more and a little earlier. He stood in front of her and showed her the motion he thought suited her. She thanked him and then returned to hitting balls using his tips. Dave went back to hitting balls and felt good about the new group but his mind kept wondering to the most important person who was missing from the group Alec. They hit balls for ninety minutes and Dave was able to spend a little more time with each of them. Dave and Danielle picked up the balls while the other three cleaned the clubs. Danielle seemed to be very nice and Dave found out she was from Atlanta, Georgia. After practice, Dave found the twins and they went for supper. Shauna, Darcy, Leanne, Danielle, and Rachael joined them at the table and all the girls got along well. Darcy and Leanne asked if they could go visit Alec with Dave that evening and he said they could. They picked up Shauna and had a good evening visiting Alec. Alec explained that most of the team had stopped by to visit over the past two days. The doctors were still hoping he could get out on Friday and he was looking forward to going home. Patsy arrived shortly after Shauna, Dave, Darcy, and Leanne. Alec introduced her to Darcy and Leanne. Alec was feeling much better and he was able to move around his room. He explained that his arm seemed to be healing well and his hand was feeling better everyday. After a two-hour visit the three friends returned to the campus. Dave studied for a couple of hours before going to sleep. Classes on Thursday went well and Dave quickly fell into a routine of studying after lunch before going to the range to practice. The group was all there and, after loosening up, they worked on their drivers and fairway woods. Leanne and Darcy were both striking the ball well and Dave told them to keep working on solidifying their consistent swings. Rachael had a very long flowing swing and Dave spoke to her about it. He complimented her and told her that because she was tall like him she had a very long swing arc. That meant more distance but also meant more room for error. He talked to her about finding a comfortable long swing and then tweaking it so the ball flight was consistent. Rachael hit a low draw that sometimes turned into a big hook. Dave told her that her swing was very good and that consistency was the key. They talked about her back- swing and her swing thoughts. Rachael felt good about their discussion and promised to work on the few small points he suggested. Danielle had a very powerful swing with her driver. She drew the club back a long way and really drove with her hips through the ball. Dave asked her if she had any control issues and she explained that her driver was the best part of her game. He agreed and told her to keep doing what she was doing because it worked for her. On Friday morning Dave and Shauna drove to the hospital to see Alec. He was indeed scheduled to leave, and, after the doctors checked him over one last time, they signed off for him to check out. Alec was relieved and so was Patsy. Alec, Shauna, and Patsy drove home in Patsys car and Dave followed in his. The rest of the morning was spent getting Alec settled in and Shauna explained that she was staying in the spare guestroom for the weekend. Dave ate lunch with them before he drove directly to the golf center. The remainder of January passed quickly. Dave spent most of his time studying and going to classes but his golf group practiced outdoors almost every day the weather allowed. They had to use the indoor facilities several times but their commitment never wavered. Alec returned to classes a week after getting out of the hospital and he slowly got back into the routine of college. Shauna never left his side and made sure he didnt over-extend himself. Dave could see their love for each other grow even deeper and he was happy for them. Dave had also sent e-mails to Rebecca every week he looked forward to her return messages. The last week of January both the mens and womens teams increased the number of weekly practices but the mornings were still too cold for Daves group to practice. This reduced the group practices to just twice a week. The mens team had their qualifying round on January 30th for the first spring tournament that was scheduled for February 5th and sixth. The day was cool and Dave struggled with his putter but managed to shoot seventy. The team was set with Darcy, Will, and Keith retaining their spaces on the team while Carl took Alecs spot. Dave was a little nervous about the first tournament and he really wished Alec could have been going. Alec encouraged Dave to lead the team to another victory. Dave assured him he would do his best. The team flew to Florida early on Friday and they played a practice round before returning to the hotel. After supper Dave relaxed for a half hour before going to the pool for a swim. He couldnt get Alec out of his mind as he wondered whether Alecs hand would recover completely. He swam hard and was very tired when he returned to his room. He was sharing a room with Darcy and they talked about the course before they went to sleep. The team had to play two rounds on Saturday and one on Sunday. Dave hit the ball really well in the morning but he putted poorly. He managed to shoot a one under par sixty-nine. Darcy played well and shot seventy while Will and Keith both shot seventy-one. Carl was a little higher at seventy-four. Wake Forest was in first place after the first round with the host Florida Gators close behind. Dave was three strokes behind the individual leader from Florida State. The afternoon round was a repeat of the morning for Dave. He hit the ball even better but his putter never came around. He managed to shoot two-under par sixty-eight but he could easily have been six or eight strokes better if he had putted well. Darcy struggled a little and shot seventy-three while Keith had a good round of sixty-eight. Will and Carl shot identical scores of seventy to give Wake Forest a nine stroke lead over Florida after two rounds. The team ate a large supper before relaxing in their rooms. Dave was too tired to swim and went to sleep early. Dave was convinced that his putter must have been bent because he couldnt make a putt again on Sunday. He hit the ball really well again and shot sixty-nine. Darcy also shot sixty-nine while Will shot seventy-one and Carl shot seventy- two. Keith finished with a seventy-three. The Florida team had a really good day and put a late charge on Wake Forest but the Demon Deacons managed to hold on to a two-stroke victory. Dave finished four under par and in second-place three strokes behind the Florida State player. Coach Dawes was very happy with the third straight team victory. He spoke to Dave after the presentations and tried to console Dave for his loss of the individual title. Dave smiled at him and said, The team won thats all that matters. Coach Dawes nodded and shook his hand. He wondered to himself how he had ever been stupid enough to question Daves potential. The flight home passed quickly and Dave was relieved to be back in his bed again. He slept soundly and was awakened by a gentle tapping on the door. He got up and looked in Colbys bunk; Colby was already gone. He opened the door and was immediately pushed back into the room by stampeding twins. They pushed him onto the bed and kissed him to congratulate him. They then pulled off his boxers and gave him his real reward; Dave was always first-place in their world. Thirty-five minutes later they were cuddling naked on Daves bed still trying to recover from their lovemaking. Dave was happily tired when he heard the door start to open and they barely had the covers pulled over their naked bodies when Colby strolled into the room. He froze in shock and stared at the three smiling faces peeking over the top of the blanket. He stammered that he needed to get his books then grabbed his backpack and darted out the door. Dave and the twins laughed as they got up and dressed. Dave poured a quick bowl of cereal and ate very quickly so he wouldnt be late for his first class. The twins waited for him and then they walked together until Dave had to go to the Calloway building while they went in the other direction. Dave received a multitude of congratulations on the victory and he thanked everyone for their support. At lunch Darcy was very excited and he told Dave about the similar reception he had received that morning. Alec was happy for them and he promised he would be back on the team soon. Shortly after all three team members were seated, the chorus of DEMON DEACON GOLF shook the room and Dave, Alec, and Darcy raised their glasses and repeated the cheer. The practice group got together twice that week and during the second practice Dave asked the three women if they would like to play a practice round on Saturday afternoon before their qualifying round on Sunday. They all eagerly agreed and Darcy generously bowed out. On Saturday, Dave spent time with each woman going through their swing thoughts and general strategy. Leanne had really improved her course management and Dave didnt spend much time with her. After the round he wished them luck the next day. He spent the evening with the twins they went to a movie. That night the twins slept in Daves room Colby had gone home for the weekend. Dave practiced on Sunday before he spent some time with Alec, Shauna, and the twins. They were eating supper in the dining hall when Leanne, Darcy, Rachael, and Danielle entered the hall. The girls walked directly to Dave and each gave him a hug. Leanne explained that she qualified again and that Rachael had qualified for the first time. Danielle had played her best round since arriving at Wake Forest and her coach told her if she could repeat that round then she could play in the next tournament. She was a little disappointed not getting to go to Puerto Rico but was pleased with her improvement. Dave congratulated them all before they went and got their food. The week passed quickly and Alec was happy when Friday arrived because he was scheduled to have his cast removed. Dave practiced with the team then went for a swim in the late afternoon. He later drove the twins to Alecs house for supper and Dave was happy to see Alec had indeed had the cast removed. While his arm needed a lot of rehab, Alec was confident he would be able to be golfing in a month or so. Dave helped Patsy with supper and he and the twins did the dishes after everyone ate. Patsy was happy to have the house full of friends and they all watched a movie and relaxed. Dave noticed Patsy smiling at Shauna and Alec who were cuddling happily. Saturday was filled with more practice and on Sunday the team played a practice round. The weekend flew by and Dave studied all Sunday evening. On Monday afternoon Dave, Darcy, and Danielle got together for group practice before supper. Dave told Danielle that her swing was getting steadily more consistent and she said that she herself had noticed a big difference. After supper Dave was in his room studying when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to the smiling face of Darcy who quickly informed him that the womens team was in fifth place. Both Leanne and Rachael played really well and Leanne was in fifteenth overall. He explained, I wanted to start cheering and yelling because Leanne was really excited but I thought What would Dave say? and I told Leanne she did great but to stay focused, there was still two rounds to be played. Dave laughed to himself as he realized how much Darcy was maturing. Dave congratulated Darcy on his smart response and then told him to wish both women well if he spoke to them again. Mid-term exams were scheduled for the next week and Dave worked hard to prepare. He worked hard in class and studied hard at night. The music class had turned out to be his most enjoyable class and he looked forward to the long class every Tuesday evening. When he returned from music, Darcy was waiting for him and he told Dave that Leanne had another solid round and moved up to twelfth overall. Rachael didnt play quite as well but still had the fourth best round for the team. The team slipped to sixth place. On Wednesday at supper Darcy informed the table that Leanne had another solid round and finished tenth overall. The team finished fourth overall and that Rachael had the low round of seventy-two for the team. The whole table was happy for the womens team and Danielle seemed very pleased for her teammates. Dave whispered to her, When you qualify for the next tournament in Georgia, Darcy, and I will drive down and watch all three of you play. That brought a huge smile to her face. As Dave was walking back to the dorm with the twins, Jana warned, Dave, that was very sweet what you said to Danielle but you have to watch out how you treat her. Dave looked at Jana questioningly so she continued, You dont see it, do you? Dave was getting annoyed, What are you talking about? Jana simply shook her head and Kyra giggled, All three of those girls idolize you. Leanne has Darcy to keep her happy and Rachael seems really intent on her golf career but Danielle is falling very hard for you. She watches everything you do and when you arent at the table, she talks about you non-stop. We have grown to like her a lot and we just dont want to see her get hurt, so please be careful. Dave was surprised by Janas words but he promised to be very careful. He kissed the girls goodbye then spent the evening studying. At lunch on Thursday both Leanne and Rachael walked directly to Dave and hugged him before they thanked him for all his help. He told them that it was their own hard work and that he was simply pleased to be able to help. They told him the qualifying round for the Georgia tournament was that Sunday and he suggested another practice round on Saturday. Dave studied hard Thursday night and was feeling confident about his exams that started on Monday. Friday and Saturday morning were filled with team practice and Dave was excited about going to the course with the three girls on Saturday afternoon. Leanne had really come into her own; even Dave was surprised by the confidence she displayed. He spent most of the day with Rachael and Danielle and he watched Danielle carefully. Now that he knew what to look for, he could see her gravitating to him, and he was very careful to not lead her on, beyond golf improvement. All three felt very confident when Dave dropped them off. He then picked up the twins and they went to a movie. On Sunday Dave studied all day. In the evening he was sitting in the dining hall with Darcy, Alec, Shauna, and the twins when the three women returned from their qualifying round. It didnt take a genius to figure out that they had all qualified as they sprinted through the dining hall with Danielle in front; as Dave stood to greet them, Danielle launched herself into Daves arms. He could feel her pointed nipples pushing into his chest as she mashed herself to him in a full-body hug he had to think about something else to keep from getting a hard-on. They had indeed all qualified and Danielle was by far the most excited. She had knocked two more strokes off her low score of the previous week and shot even par. She asked if Dave and Darcy were going to go to their tournament as Dave had promised. Darcy was smiling from ear to ear and Dave explained he would have to get approval from Coach Dawes to miss practice but he suspected it would be approved. Dave listened as the women talked about their rounds and he looked at Jana and Kyra who were smiling sweetly at him. When he walked back to the residence with them, Kyra teased, You better take lots of condoms to Georgia because Danielle is going to keep you, and especially one part of your body, really busy. Dave looked at her in shock, I would never do that! Jana hugged him, Dave, we have told you before that we dont have any permanent ties between us. You can do whatever you please. He looked at them very seriously, I realize what you have said, but I couldnt actually sleep with Danielle unless we broke up first. I am with her almost every day that would not be fair to her or you. Kyra kissed him, Dave, you really are a nice guy but we absolutely arent the jealous type live your life however you please. And dont pass up some fun because of us. He kissed both of them passionately, I am living my life how I please. He leered at the twins from head to toe and added, Believe me life couldnt get any better. They both hugged him before they went their separate ways to study. When Dave finally crawled into bed, he thought about the twins and he gently stroked himself as he remembered the many nights they had already spent together. He fell asleep happily with images of brown legs and arms wrapped around him. For a brief moment, he did wonder what it would be like with Danielle, but the thought passed.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Sixteen Heat of the Desert As Dave stood in the shower of his dorm, he replayed the weekend in his mind. The womens team had won their first tournament of the year and they were very pleased. He had an unexpected, fun, and sexual weekend encounter with his former nemesis Sheri, but now that he was back at WFU, he was nervous about what the twins reaction to that might be. He and Darcy had returned very late the previous night and he had gone straight to bed. Dave shook himself out of his reverie and got out of the shower. As he was dressing in his room, he heard a tapping on the door and he opened it. The twins were smiling at him as they walked into his room. Kyra asked, So did you have a good weekend? I hear the team won. Dave smiled nervously before he replied, Yes, the women did win and I had a good weekend as well. Jana asked, So, did you spend the weekend in bed with Danielle or Sheri or both? Dave was very surprised that they asked about Sheri and he wondered if someone had said something to them. Kyra noticed his questioning look, chuckled then added, You didnt think we knew about Sheri? We heard Leanne talking about her last fall so of course we checked around and found out that she played with the host Georgia team. Were not jealous or upset about her; we were just curious. Dave felt as if he were on the hot seat but he quickly decided to just tell them what happened, Sheri and I did spend some intimate time together, but Danielle and I didnt. Danielle wanted to but I told her it would be too complicated with her attending WFU. She was mad about Sheri but I think we got it smoothed over. She and Darcy switched rooms Saturday night so Leanne and Darcy could spend the night together, so we were together in the room. Danielle stripped naked and crawled in bed with me but that was as far as it went. Kyras eyes widened as Dave said Danielle had stripped naked. She asked, I bet she looks beautiful naked? Dave nodded in agreement; then he suddenly remembered that Danielle had said he was whispering Jennifers name in his sleep. He wondered if, when he slept with the twins, he had done the same thing. He asked directly, Danielle said I was whispering Jennifers name in my sleep. Do I do that when I sleep with you? Kyra giggled, Yes, all the time. I never actually met Jennifer but Jana says she is wonderful. We think its sweet how you are so in love with her and it assures us that you truly understand our arrangement. Were not mad at you for saying her name and were not mad at you for having a fun weekend. Dave shook his head in bewilderment, Well, Im happy you arent upset, but, as I said before, I dont think I could be very calm in your position. So please dont tell me about any guys you are with I know I would be very jealous. They both smiled and Jana said, We understand. Lets go eat breakfast. Dave followed the sisters to the dining hall and, after a good meal, he was off to class. He got his mid-term back and was very pleased with another A+. In his second class he received an additional A+; he was happy that his intense, almost excessive studying had paid off. He strolled into the dining hall for lunch, happy and confident. The twins were pleased he did well in his exams and they had both received A+s as well. They said they seemed to study even more when they saw how hard he routinely studied. Alec and Shauna joined them and they reported they had done well in their mid- terms also. Alec asked how the weekend had gone; Dave simply smiled and said great. Dave winked at Alec and Alec knew that meant he would get all the exciting details later. Before long, Darcy, Leanne, Rachael, and Danielle sat with them. The three women golfers had just started describing the whole weekend when Dave heard the familiar yell of Now!; at that, everyone at the table grabbed their glasses. They hoisted them and cheered in unison with the entire dining hall, DEMON DEACON GOLF! The three women blushed but Dave could see the pride they felt for their school. It really did feel special to win a tournament for your school. The women returned to the stories of the weekend. After lunch Dave was walking out of the hall with the twins heading to American Lit when Alec pulled him aside and explained, I have been working hard at physiotherapy and my doctor says I can start to swing golf clubs again, so Im going to go to the group practice today. Dave shook his best friends hand, Im happy youre ready to come back. Alec looked at Dave with a nervous smile, Im really happy to be back. Dave put his arm around him, Well do the best we can, thats all we can do, Alec. Alec nodded and was very pleased that Dave was there to support him. American literature class went well and Dave and the twins received their term papers back. Dave and Jana both got As while Kyra received an A+. Dave and Jana were pleased for her and themselves. After class Dave met the group at the golf center and they hit balls. March had brought warmer weather and Dave decided that, because the mornings were finally warming up, the group would start the morning routine again. The women were still excited about their weekend victory and loved the idea of practicing with Dave from Monday to Friday. Darcy and Alec were both very pleased as well, so they agreed to start the next morning. Alec took his time hitting balls and he only practiced for about thirty minutes. Dave and he talked and Alec said he was frustrated that his hand didnt seem to do what he wanted it to do. Dave took a break and led Alec into the golf center. They sat in the locker room and Dave explained, Alec, your hand was severely damaged. You will have to completely retrain it to get back to where you were last fall and as you know that may not happen. But I know you, youre a hard working, dedicated golfer and I am confident you will eventually get back to a competitive level of play. You know it wont happen the first day and it may not happen the first month but dont give up. Well get through this together. Just work on getting your basic strength back and in a few weeks well start working on your control and consistency. Alec nodded dejectedly. Dave added, Im really happy to have you back, Alec. Ive really missed you practicing with me. Daves words seemed to brighten Alecs outlook and he replied, Im happy to be back but I was just hoping it would be how it was last fall. Dave nodded understandingly but he didnt elaborate he had already said enough. Alec returned to the driving range and practiced for another twenty minutes before he called it a day. The entire group encouraged him to keep working hard before he left. Dave was very pleased that everyone seemed to look out for each other. The group worked hard for another hour before calling it a day and promising to meet at six forty-five in the morning. Dave went back to his room and studied for an hour before he went looking for the twins. They were studying as well; they took a break and all went to dinner. Eventually Alec and Shauna joined them as did Darcy and the three women golfers. They talked about the classes and mid-term grades. After supper Dave left with Alec the twins and Shauna teased them about their male bonding session. Dave and Alec ignored the teasing but they knew they were right. They went back to Alecs room and sat down to sip a few beers. Dave told Alec all about the weekend and Alec almost choked on his beer when he told him he had a bout of button-popping sex with Sheri in the womans bathroom across the hall from the reception. Dave was still grinning from ear to ear as he thought about what could have happened had they been caught. Dave was happy he could talk to someone about his life and not have to worry about the whole campus finding out. Good friends were hard to find and he had been blessed with three great friends: Jennifer, John, and now Alec. He suspected Alec would probably tell Shauna many of the details but he also trusted her and their strong relationship. Alec had done well in his mid-terms and Shauna was a big reason for his success. Since meeting Shauna, Alec had put more emphasis on his studies and his grades were steadily improving. Dave eventually went back to his room and studied for a few hours before going to sleep. Now that he knew the technique for high-retention learning, he had spent the session rotating through the subjects in fifteen-minute chunks. He and Colby talked casually about their mid-terms and classes. Dave liked Colby who was a real loner but they were pretty good friends as roommates. Morning practice went well and, although it was a little chilly, Dave was very happy to finally be hitting balls in the morning. They worked on their irons for an hour before heading to class. Alec got frustrated again but with Daves encouragement he calmed down and worked on getting his strength back. He only practiced for forty minutes. Dave did well in both his morning class mid-terms and was again pleased to see two A+s. At lunch the twins teased him about being a geek getting all A+s. He laughed and replied, Call me what you want, I dont care as long as I make good grades and get to play my favorite sport. At team practice on Tuesday, Dave found out that Keith, Will, and Carl would be the other players going to Las Vegas. The flight was leaving Thursday morning with a practice round booked for the afternoon after arrival. Dave was looking forward to seeing the City of Lights as he had heard so much about it. He was anxious to see the desert as well. He understood they were staying at a hotel away from the main neon-lit strip but he and Darcy had agreed to spend some time touring the strip. Dave went to music class with the twins and they all got As on their mid-term. Wednesday passed quickly and Dave tossed and turned trying to get to sleep before the trip west. The team was up early on Thursday and their flight passed quickly. The dry desert heat hit them when they walked off the plane; Dave looked forward to the tournament. The team checked into the hotel and then went straight to the golf course. The practice round went well and Dave was impressed by the beautiful Southern Highlands golf course. It was a private course with beautiful scenery and well-manicured greens and fairways. The whole team played well and Daves putting woes from the previous tournament seemed to have disappeared. They arrived back at the hotel fairly late in the evening after stopping to eat supper. Dave wanted to go for a swim and was surprised to see only one woman with her two young sons at the pool. Dave dove in and began swimming laps. He had been avoiding the two young boys who were throwing a ball around when he suddenly felt the ball hit his head. The impact pushed his head under water just as he was taking a breath and he immediately surfaced coughing and spitting water. The boys started laughing at him as their mother apologized and started to scold the two boys. Dave could tell that they were just having fun so he took the ball in his hand and threw it gently at one of the boys, making sure he missed him but not by much. Dave swam to the shallow end of the pool and was soon in a water fight with both boys. Dave thought how they reminded him of Riley and Robbie and he briefly thought about Rebecca. The water fight escalated into a wrestling match and Dave noticed that the mother kept a very close eye on him. He knew he was a stranger to them so he was very careful not do anything that would upset her. Thirty minutes later he pulled himself from the pool and after grabbing his towel, he introduced himself to the mother. She was an attractive woman in her mid thirties. Her name was Joanne Lewis. Dave explained that he was with the Wake Forest Golf team but he was actually from QAI, Canada. She said she was from San Diego, California and was on vacation with her two children. Dave explained that his former girlfriend had two little brothers about the same age and that he used to wrestle and play with them every time he was at her house. She told Dave the boys names were Steven and Jimmie. Dave said he might see them again and left for his room. He and Darcy talked about the golf course before they went to sleep. Dave slept well but woke early and had a shower. The team met in the restaurant for breakfast before going to the course around seven-thirty. They all hit balls for forty minutes before putting for another thirty. They wished each other luck as they went to the first tee. Dave had a fantastic round and he shot sixty-five. He putted well and was really pleased with his ball striking. Darcy had a solid round of seventy-two while Keith and Carl shot seventy-three. Will had an off day with seventy-nine. Dave was in first place by three strokes and the team was five strokes ahead of the second place UNLV team. The team returned to the hotel early in the afternoon and Dave again went straight to the pool. There were a few more people around but Dave didnt see Joanne, Steven, or Jimmie. He started swimming laps and was almost ready to call it a day when felt a body land on his back and he immediately knew Jimmie and Steven were back. He rolled the body into the water and Steven came up sputtering and laughing. Jimmie quickly jumped into the fray and Dave had his hands full with the two boys. They played for twenty minutes before Dave called uncle and conceded defeat. He climbed out of the pool and sat with Joanne. She explained that they had spent the day at an amusement park but the boys wanted to get back to the hotel to play with their new friend Dave. Dave laughed and said they were cute kids. He and Joanne talked for thirty minutes and she mentioned that her husband had been killed in a car accident three years earlier and that the boys didnt really have a father figure. Dave gave his condolences and said he would love to hang out with them while he was in Vegas. She protested, saying a handsome young man like him could find much better things to do with his free time. Dave laughed and said he really enjoyed just relaxing; playing with the boys reminded him of home he actually liked the distraction. She invited Dave to join them for supper but he said he had to eat with the team but he would be happy meet them after dinner. She explained that she was taking her sons to the strip after supper to see the shopping malls and bright lights. Dave said that he and his teammate were planning to go to the strip sometime during the weekend and maybe they could go together. She said it was fine with her as long as his teammate agreed. Dave asked her room number and was surprised to find they were on the same floor, just at the opposite end of the same hall. Dave said goodbye to Joanne and the boys then went back to his room. Darcy explained that the coach had called; the team was meeting in thirty minutes for supper and that he was just going to go get him at the pool. Dave explained about going to the strip with Joanne and the two boys and, although Darcy was a little skeptical, he agreed. After supper the team went their separate ways and Dave and Darcy returned to their room to call Joanne. Joanne said they would be ready to go in thirty minutes so Dave told her just to knock on his door. Dave pulled out his cell phone and called Rebecca. Spending time with Jimmie and Steven had reminded him of Riley and Robbie, pushing thoughts of Rebecca into his mind. It was Friday evening on QAI and Paul answered the phone. He said Rebecca was out with friends. He and Dave talked for a while and even Riley and Robbie got on the phone. Both talked about their autographed sticks and wanted to know when Dave would come visit them again. He promised he would come see them during the summer. Paul came back on the phone and promised to have Rebecca call him. The tour of the strip was fantastic. Dave and Darcy were in awe of all the casinos and fancy hotels. The malls that were joined together underground which was really different from anything either had ever seen before. The boys had a lot of fun and really seemed to hang off of Dave. Darcy was surprised that he had fun with the two boys as well. They found an arcade and Dave teamed up with Steven while Darcy paired up with Jimmie and they competed at different games. Joanne watched them playing and at times she wondered who the biggest kids were: Jimmie and Steven or Dave and Darcy. After three hours of touring, the five sightseers returned to the hotel. Joanne thanked Dave and Darcy for spending so much time with the boys before she led two very tired young boys to her room. Dave and Darcy fell on their beds tired but happy. Darcy couldnt believe how much fun he had and he confessed to Dave that he never really liked being around kids. He had always felt awkward but that evening made him realize he could just have fun and be himself. Dave explained that he learned the same thing two years earlier. Dave and Darcy were just dozing off when Daves phone rang. He answered it and was happy to hear Rebeccas voice. She was really pleased he had called her and they talked about school and sports. Rebeccas hockey team was doing well and she was having a very good year. She asked how his golf was going and he said he was playing well. He promised to call again, then he hung up and went to sleep. The tournament the next day went even better. Dave putted really well again and also hit his drives extraordinarily well. He was ecstatic with his sixty-three; he had a nine stroke lead over the second-place player. Darcy had another good round of seventy and was in eighth place. Will recovered and shot seventy-one while Keith shot seventy-two and Carl shot seventy-five. The WFU team was now in first place by twelve stokes. The team got back to the hotel a little earlier than the previous day and Dave and Darcy both went straight to the pool. The boys were waiting for them and they played in the pool for two hours. When Dave and Darcy went back to their room Darcy said, Do you know what I like most about playing with Steven and Jimmie? I dont think about the tournament or my golf game and I just relax. Dave put his arm around Darcy and said, You are learning well, my young padiwan. Darcy recognized Daves bad imitation of Qui-Gon Jinn from Star Wars and laughed at his friend. Dave and Darcy had promised to play catch with the boys after supper so they borrowed ball gloves from Keith and Will at suppertime and went looking for the boys. They knocked on their door and Joanne laughed as her two sons darted out the door with the two young men. They were still throwing the ball around when Joanne eventually came down and told the boys it was bedtime. They growled and grumbled but followed their mother back to the room. Before leaving, they asked Dave and Darcy if they would see them the next day and Dave said they would. They waved goodbye to the boys as Joanne thanked them for making the boys vacation very special. She wished them luck in their final round. Dave and Darcy went back to the room and watched television for a while before going to sleep. Dave was dreaming about the twins when he suddenly heard a strange buzzing sound. In his dream, he asked Jana what was buzzing but she simply shrugged. He suddenly shot up in bed; his nose and lungs filled with the aroma of acrid smoke. The noise was the smoke detector on the ceiling ringing loudly. Darcy woke about the same time and he too sat up quickly and snapped on the lights. They looked at each other in surprise then quickly pulled on shorts, shirts, and sandals. Darcy raced towards the door and Dave warned him to feel it for heat before he opened it. Darcy could hear noises in the hallway as he neared the door; after a quick check he pulled the door open and entered the hallway with Dave directly behind him. Dave looked in the direction of Joanne and the boys room and he could see a mass of people being directed to the stairs at the far end of the hall. Dave started to walk in that direction but Coach Dawes was directing his players to the stairs at their end of the hallway. Dave tried to explain but Coach Dawes wouldnt listen as he turned Dave around and pushed him towards the exit. Dave was sure Joanne and the boys would get out on their own, so he followed his teammates to the stairs and then down and out the emergency door. Once he was outside he told Coach Dawes that he was going to check on some friends and he ran across the parking lot to the other exit. Darcy was right behind him. When they reached the crowd of scared and disoriented people Dave started calling Joannes name and searched through the crowd. He and Darcy looked carefully, but neither she nor the two boys were anywhere in sight. Dave panicked and turned to Darcy, They must still be inside. There were no fire or rescue crews on site yet so Dave told Darcy, Im going back in for them. He rushed to the front door where there was a hotel employee blocking the entrance. Dave quickly explained that a mother and her two boys were almost certainly trapped in their room. The employee explained the fire was on the first floor and asked what floor the woman was on. Dave told her the third floor and she explained that she had been ordered by her boss to remain at the door so she could not assist, but she handed Dave a master-key room card and told him to be careful and hurry. Dave and Darcy ran though the lobby to the stairs which were both filled with smoke. They both pulled off their shirts and put them over their mouths to hopefully filter the toxic air. They climbed the stairs quickly and checked the door to the third floor for heat before they burst through the door and sprinted down the hallway. They remained doubled over to stay as low as possible. The hallway had gotten significantly smokier since they had left earlier but Daves adrenaline was really pumping and he pushed on until he reached Joannes door. The hallway was still buzzing with noise from the smoke alarms as Dave pushed the swipe card into the slot. For a moment it seemed the card would not work. Then the light turned green and Dave felt the door for heat before he pushed it open. He raced into the room with Darcy right behind him. The door slammed shut behind them and Dave was shocked how quiet it was in the room the smoke detectors were not working. He rushed to the first double bed and found Joanne unconscious. The room was filled with smoke and he felt her chest to see if she was still breathing. He was relieved that she was, so he quickly ran over to Darcy who had gone to check the boys. Darcy quickly said they were both breathing as well. They tried to wake them up but after no response Dave said, Can you carry both boys if I carry Joanne? Darcy replied, I think so. They pulled their shirts back on before Darcy scooped the two boys under each of his arms and carried them as if they were two sacks of wheat. At the same time Dave picked the deadweight of Joanne up in a firemans carry and led the way to the door, which he opened with his free hand. The smoke was heavy and both Dave and Darcy were coughing as they made their way out of the room and down the hallway. Dave again checked the exit door for heat and when it felt normal he opened the door. A huge puff of smoke billowed out of the opening and Dave covered his and Joannes face before he pushed through the smoke and into the stairwell. He worked his way down the stairs checking for Darcy every few moments as he went. They moved slowly but steadily until they reached the main floor, Dave could see the smoke leaking around the interior door leading to the first floor hallway. He saw the emergency door to the outside and made a surge for the exit. The impact of his body on the door bar immediately opened the door so he could see the clear air beyond. He pushed the door fully open and stumbled out the door and onto the grass beside the walkway. Darcy followed him and he too fell onto the grass. Dave and Darcy were both trying to catch their breaths as several people rushed to them and pulled Joanne and the boys well away from the building. Dave and Darcy crawled behind them; just as they reached the parking lot an ambulance pulled in with flashing lights. Several guests waved to the ambulance and directed it to where Joanne and the boys were lying on the grass. A paramedic jumped out and immediately pulled out several oxygen tanks and masks. His partner ran around the vehicle and they quickly checked all three unconscious bodies. They put the oxygen masks on each of them and started checking their vital signs. Coach Dawes and the team ran over to Dave and Darcy and asked if they were all right and both said they were fine but were worried about Joanne, Steven, and Jimmie. The paramedics got two stretchers out of the ambulance and placed Joanne on one then Jimmie on the other. As they went to move Steven he woke up and started to scream in terror. Dave moved quickly to his side and said, Its okay, Steven, Im here with you. Steven looked up at Dave and crawled into his lap. The paramedics explained, All his vital signs are strong. He doesnt need to be on a stretcher but he has to come to the hospital to be checked out. Steven begged, Dont leave me, Dave; Im scared. Dave looked at Coach Dawes who simply said, Go! Dave picked Steven up and carried him into the ambulance. A second ambulance had arrived and another paramedic was checking Darcy as Dave said, Ill talk to you later. Thanks, Darcy. Darcy nodded. Ill see you later. Dave carried Steven to the back of the ambulance and climbed in beside the paramedic. The driver closed the door behind him and quickly ran to the front door. The ambulance pulled away and was soon screaming down the road to the hospital. Steven was clutching Dave so tight he could barely breathe but he comforted the boy as the other paramedic monitored his brother and mothers vital signs. They arrived at the hospital quickly and two teams of doctors and nurses rushed Jimmie and Joanne inside. Dave carried Steven into another room and was soon joined by two nurses and another doctor. Steven was hesitant to leave Daves arms but Dave promised him he wouldnt leave. Steven allowed the doctor and nurse to check him over. The other nurse checked Dave over and he explained what had happened. She told him he was fine but he should rest for a while. He promised he would. The doctor said Steven was doing well but they wanted to keep him for observations. Dave nodded and said he would stay with him. Dave looked at his watch and it was just six-thirty. His tee time was ten-thirty and he hoped he could make it but right now that was not as important as Joanne and the boys. A doctor who Dave had seen rush Jimmie into the hospital walked up to Dave and explained, The other little boy is awake and very upset. Can you talk to him? Dave nodded. When he started to follow the doctor, Steven cried out his name. Dave thought for a moment and asked, Can you put both boys in one room? Then I can be with both of them. The doctors spoke briefly then directed a nurse to push Stevens bed into Jimmies room. Dave walked with Steven and when Jimmie saw them he immediately reached for him. Dave moved to his side and Jimmie cried on his shoulder. Dave consoled him and so did Steven. Dave had both boys calmed down quickly and the doctor thanked him. Dave sat with the boys for an hour and eventually they relaxed and actually fell asleep. When Dave was sure both boys were asleep he walked out of the room and went to the nurses station. The nurse who had checked Steven out earlier was there and Dave asked how Joanne was doing. She explained, She is improving steadily and the doctors expect her to make a full recovery. She had a little damage to her lungs but luckily you got to her in time. Is she your sister or what is your relationship with her and the boys? Dave replied, Im not related to them. I met them two days ago at the hotel and we became friends. Have you called her family? The nurse was surprised by Daves comments, I was sure you must be an uncle or a close friend. Those boys certainly look up to you. Dave simply shrugged. She added, No, we havent contacted her family. We really dont have much information about her except what you gave the paramedics at the scene. Dave nodded, Well, I know she is from San Diego and she has a sister who lives there. Her husband passed away several years ago so I would suggest you contact her sister. The nurse thanked Dave for the information and Dave went back in the room to sit with the boys. He was quietly watching them sleep peacefully when a doctor poked his head in the door and motioned for Dave to follow him. Dave walked out of the room and the doctor explained, We have contacted Joannes sister and she is on her way now. She should arrive this afternoon. Joanne is awake and would like to speak to you. Dave thanked the doctor and followed him into Joannes room. Joanne still had an oxygen mask on with several machines hooked up to her. Dave smiled at the pretty woman and whispered, Even with all those gadgets hooked up, you still look beautiful. Joanne never expected that comment and she actually blushed as she held out her free hand. Dave took her hand and she stared into his eyes, Thank you, Dave. The doctors told me that you and Darcy saved us. I cant thank you enough. Tears were running down her cheeks. Dave squeezed her hand and replied, Were happy we could help. She asked, Can I ask one more huge favour of you? Dave nodded so she continued, My sister wont be here until later this afternoon and I dont want the boys to see me with all these wires and tubes hooked up to me. They are more sensitive to things like this than most kids because they already lost their father. I know you have golf but would you stay with Steven and Jimmie until my sister gets here. Dave squeezed her hand again and nodded, Yes, I definitely will stay. She looked relieved and thanked him before the doctor said she needed some rest. Dave nodded and walked back to the boys room. They were still sleeping peacefully so he walked outside and pulled out his cell phone. Luckily he had grabbed his shorts from the previous night with his wallet and cell phone already in the pocket. He was pleased that he had Coach Dawes cell phone number because he had no idea how he would have contacted him otherwise. He dialed the number and after two rings he heard his coach say hello. After Dave identified himself, Coach asked, How are the woman and two boys? Dave replied, The boys are fine and so is the mother but she is going to have to remain in the hospital for a day or two. Her sister is on her way from San Diego and should be here after lunch. Joanne, who is still hooked up to tubes and machines, has asked me to stay with the boys and keep them calm until then; so it looks like I wont be available for the final round. Dave didnt know how the coach would take this news but he was pleased and surprised when Coach Dawes replied, You just stay with the family. Well be fine. The fire department has the fire out and it didnt spread to our rooms. We will be allowed to get our clubs out of the rooms in time for the tournament but the rest of our belongings have to stay. They promised to mail them to us after they finish their investigation. I will grab your clubs for you. Dave was relieved, Thanks, Coach. Coach Dawes added, Darcy is here and wants to speak to you. Dave heard Coach Dawes pass the phone and Darcy gasped, Are you okay, Dave? How are the boys and Joanne? Dave explained that they were all fine and that he was staying with Steven and Jimmie until Joannes sister arrived. Darcy was happy they were okay. Dave told him to get focused on his final round and he would see him later. Darcy explained that the coach said the team was going to go to the hospital after the reception. Dave said he would see him then. Dave then called his father and explained everything that happened. He told him he didnt want them to worry if they saw information about the fire on the news. His father asked if he was playing the final round and Dave told him about Joanne, Steven, and Jimmie. Dave thought he could hear the pride in his fathers voice. Dave said he would call them when he got back to Wake Forest the next night. Dave went back to be with the boys and they woke about thirty minutes later. He told them that their mother was fine and he had talked to her but she was very tired and needed to rest. He told them that Aunt Jillian was coming to be with them. The boys were relieved that their mother was okay. The doctor told Dave that both boys were fine and allowed to get out of bed so Dave asked if he could take them to the cafeteria. One of the nurses explained that she had sent the boys pajamas down to laundry and they had cleaned them and got most of the smoke smell out of them. Dave couldnt notice any smoke smell but he had been wearing the same clothes all day so he asked the nurse if he smelled like smoke she chuckled and said he very much did. He couldnt really do anything about it so he just smiled and said, So I stink? Who really cares? She laughed as he left for the cafeteria with a young boy holding each of his hands tightly. The boys were hungry as was he and they laughed and joked about how much Dave ate. When Dave returned to the ER, the nurse told him there was a playground next to the pediatric unit and gave Dave directions. He took the boys to the playground and they had fun playing. Dave looked at his watch and he thought about his team playing without him he pushed those thoughts out of his head. He played with the boys for several hours and they made friends with a few of the other patients. Dave was sitting on the bench watching the boys when the nurse who had given him directions sat down beside him. She was dressed in green scrubs and for the first time he noticed how pretty she was. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with short brown hair. She was average height with what looked like a well- proportioned body but the scrubs did a lot to hide her curves. She looked at Dave and said, I just heard you missed the final round of your college golf tournament that you were leading by nine strokes and almost assured to win. When I met you this morning I thought you were twenty-three or twenty-four. I was just told you are only eighteen. I was shocked by the maturity you showed for a twenty-three year old; the fact that you are only eighteen is unbelievable. You sacrificed your tournament for a family you hardly know? Dave looked very serious, I got to know them very well over the last two days. They have become good friends. There will be more golf tournaments, but today Jimmie and Steven needed me and that was much more important than another golf title. She shook her head, Do you have an older brother? I sure would like to meet him. Dave laughed, Sorry, no brothers but I do have two sisters. She sat and talked with him for about thirty minutes. He was happy to have some adult company. He enjoyed Jimmie and Steven but he was getting bored with very little to do on the small playground. The boys were content to play with their new friends. Eventually, the nurse left saying she would see him when he returned to the ER. Dave went to the sandbox with the kids and played for another hour before he suggested that they go back into the ER and see if their aunt had arrived. Jillian had not arrived so Dave suggested they go eat lunch. The nurse again went with them and Dave asked if she was supposed to be working. She said that she was working; she was keeping an eye on Jimmie and Steven. Dave laughed and thanked her for spending some time with him. As they returned to the ER from the cafeteria, Jimmie and Steven called out Aunt Jillian! and ran to a very graceful and attractive woman of about thirty. She hugged them both and then quickly moved to Dave and hugged him tightly. Tears were running freely down her face. Thank you for saving my sister and her boys. I spoke to Joanne and she is doing wonderful thanks to you. How can I ever repay you? Dave hugged her back and replied, Im just as happy as you are that they are not only alive but very much okay. Watching Jimmie and Steven run and play is all I will ever need for payment. Jillian explained, There are dozens of reporters who want to talk to you so the hospital administration has set a press conference for one hour from now. Is that all right? Dave looked at his watch. It was only two oclock and he knew the golf team would not be finished until four oclock with the reception immediately after. Dave asked, Who is in charge for the hospital? Jillian led Dave to a woman who introduced herself as the assistant administrator. He explained, I was told you want to have a press conference in an hour. I dont know if you know but I was not the only one to save Joanne and the two boys. My teammate and friend, Darcy, was the one who carried the two boys out of the building; I cant and wont do any press conference unless he is included. Jillian immediately turned to the administrator, Even better. Will you reschedule until Darcy is available? The administrator nodded and asked, When will he be available? Dave explained, I think six will be a good time. She nodded and walked away. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly and at four thirty Dave called Coach Dawes and asked how the team did. Coach Dawes said that Darcy shot a career best sixty-seven and finished in second overall. The team won again as well. He told Coach Dawes about the press conference and Coach Dawes promised to be there, but he also warned Dave that the media was at the golf course and they were looking for him. He said Darcy was getting all the attention instead. Dave laughed and said he was pleased for Darcy. When the team reached the hospital, Darcy pulled Dave aside to speak to him privately. He was bouncing with excitement, I was so pumped up today, I couldnt do anything wrong. I kept telling myself to stay focused and I just let my swing go it felt unbelievable. Dave congratulated, You played awesome, sixty-seven and second overall thats fantastic. Darcy nodded, I owe it all to you. Dave shook his head, No, you owe it to yourself. Youve put in a lot of work to shoot that score and, this morning, I didnt drag you back into the hotel but I was sure glad to have you at my side. Darcy shook his hand, Anytime, my Jedi Master, Ill be there. Dave laughed before they left for the news conference. The news conference started with the doctor who explained the current condition of Joanne and her sons. The boys were happily sitting on Dave and Darcys laps. When the doctor finished, Jillian thanked the hospital and staff for their diligent care then she thanked Dave and Darcy for saving her sister and nephews. The administrator then opened the floor to questions. The reporters immediately asked Dave and Darcy how it felt to be heroes. Dave replied, Darcy and I are very happy that Joanne, Steven, and Jimmie are okay. Were not heroes we simply helped out a few friends. It really isnt that big of a deal. The reporters peppered both of them with questions including why Dave missed the final round and how Darcy felt about finishing second. Dave was very proud of Darcy when his friend replied, I was really pleased to finish second but it wasnt nearly as important as making sure Jimmie here and his family were safe. One of the reporters asked Dave, This isnt the first time you saved someone is it? We found reports about you saving a girl from being raped in Vancouver, BC. She was some sort of princess, wasnt she? Dave laughed before he explained, Yes, I did save a girl named Sarah from some bad people but she isnt officially a princess, although I think of her as a princess; she is the daughter of a British Lord who is also a diplomat. We have become very good friends but that is old news. As I said, Darcy and I dont consider ourselves heroes; were simply freshmen from Wake Forest University who happened to be where we could do some good. The reporters asked several more questions before the press conference was called to an end. Jillian thanked Dave and Darcy again before they both went in to see Joanne. She thanked Darcy and wished both of them luck. They each kissed her cheek before they left the room. They said goodbye to the boys and promised to keep in touch. The team drove to a different hotel where new clothes were provided for the entire team. As he removed his soiled clothing, Dave began to appreciate just how much nasty smoke they had picked up; he then realized just how close to death everyone had come. But it had ended well. Dave showered, climbed into bed, and fell fast asleep.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Twenty-Eight Life's Huge Surprises Dave reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway towards the room occupied by Katherine and Jennifer. He knocked on the barely closed door before he walked inside. Jennifer and Katherine were still cuddled together but Katherine appeared to be more relaxed. They both looked at Dave questioningly. He smiled and answered their implied question, "He was gone when I got down there." Both girls looked relieved. Dave continued, "The party has pretty well broken up. There are only a handful of people left. Have you decided what you want to do?" Katherine looked at him questioningly as he sat down beside her and spoke softly, "Charlie tried to rape you and you clearly said no. There were lots of witnesses and, if you want to press charges, you will definitely have my support." Katherine suddenly looked very afraid. She had been so abused by Charlie that she couldn't think straight. Dave noticed her change in expression and hugged her. He whispered, "Why don't we take you home and you can talk to your mother and decide what you think is best. I will support whatever decision you make." Katherine hugged Dave back before he helped her to stand up. Her top was so badly torn it would not cover her breasts. Her bra was also torn away and she tried to cover herself with her arms. Dave looked at Jennifer who was wearing a blouse over a spaghetti strap top. Jennifer immediately took her blouse off and Katherine turned her back as she removed her useless shirt and bra. She buttoned Jennifer's blouse then turned to face Dave. Dave smiled and put his arm out and she quickly moved against his body. She had so desperately missed him and instantly felt safe in his arms. Jennifer walked behind them as they left the room. Katherine looked at the broken door frame and then at Dave. He whispered, "I told Darlene I would come back and fix that tomorrow." Katherine nodded understandingly as they moved through the door and towards the stairs. As they walked out the front door, Dave reassured Darlene he would be back in the morning. She smiled and thanked him again. The drive to Katherine's house was very quiet. Jennifer had sat in the back so Katherine could be close to Dave. When the car came to a stop in Katherine's driveway, Dave walked around the car and let Katherine out. Jennifer got out of the back and said, "I'll wait for you here. Katherine, if you want to talk to me or anything just call this number." She put a piece of paper in Katherine's pocket. Katherine hugged Jennifer and thanked her before she quickly moved back into Dave's arms. Dave led Katherine to the front door, opened it, and guided her inside. Her mother was sitting in the living room watching television but as she looked at Katherine huddled to Dave she immediately knew something was very wrong. She stood and Katherine immediately began crying and ran into her mother's now open arms. Katherine's mother looked at Dave questioningly. He realized that Katherine was not going to able to explain what happened so he walked closer to the two embracing women and explained, "We were at a party and Charlie attacked her in one of the bedrooms. She was calling for help and a common friend found me to get involved. I chased Charlie away before he could do much - but he did rip her top and bra. My girlfriend, Jennifer, gave Katherine her top to wear home." Katherine's mother's face was filled with distress and she hugged her crying daughter even tighter. Dave whispered in her ear that was farther from Katherine, "Charlie didn't get any farther then tearing her top off but there were lots of witnesses so, if Katherine wants to press charges she will get lots of support." Katherine's mother held out her hand and took hold of Dave's hand. She mouthed, "Thank you, Dave." He simply nodded and turned to leave; at the door he briefly looked at Katherine being comforted by her mother then he walked out. He thought how lucky Katherine was to have a mother who loved her dearly. Dave walked to the car and sat in the driver's seat. He looked at Jennifer, then leaned over and kissed her. He spoke softly with a lot of emotion, "You are truly special. Thank you for being nice to Katherine." Jennifer smiled, "Katherine is a very sweet girl. I kind of know how she felt; remember I told you that Alex, my ex-boyfriend jerk, tried to force himself on me once. I felt very violated so I understand how Katherine feels. It will take a while for her to get over it - but hopefully she'll be able to move on. I told her what had happened to me and said to call me if she just felt like talking." He whispered, "I love you." then kissed her tenderly again. As they parted she replied, "I love you, too." The drive back was fairly quiet as Dave held Jennifer's hand the whole way. It was almost midnight when they arrived so Dave kissed Jennifer goodnight and promised to see her in the morning. Dave had just crawled into bed when the phone on top of the fridge rang. He sprang from his bed and answered it. Katherine's mother had called to say, "Thank you, Dave, for looking after my girl. She just fell asleep and I wanted to call you and say thanks again." Roger had just walked out the door of his bedroom and Dave covered the phone and whispered, "It's for me, Dad. It's nothing serious; I'll explain everything in the morning." Roger nodded and walked back into his room. Dave then spoke back in the phone, "Is she feeling better?" Katherine's mother continued, "Yes, she is feeling better already. She was really happy you drove her home. She has had a rough summer. I know she wouldn't want me to tell you this but I think it's important you know what has been going on. She started dating Charlie less than a month ago. Her best friend Helen didn't like him from the start and Katherine and Helen ended up having a fight over it and I don't think they have spoken to each other since. About a week ago Helen came to me in private and told me that Charlie was being verbally abusive to Katherine and she was worried for her best friend. Katherine's soccer coach has also commented that she has not been playing well for a couple of weeks and he was worried about her also. I tried to talk to her this week but she wouldn't tell me anything. "This incident tonight was terrible but hopefully it is enough for Katherine to realize he is a loser. You being there for her was perfect. I know you aren't dating anymore and may never date again but I know she would like to have you as a friend and tonight showed her how good a friend you are. Thank you, Dave." Dave was pleased Katherine's mother trusted him enough to tell him everything that was happening. He replied, "I hope Katherine and I will always remain friends, she is a very special girl." She finished with, "Thanks, Dave, sorry I called so late." He answered, "No problem, goodbye." Dave climbed back into bed. He thought about Charlie and how he wished he had hit him at least once. Eventually Dave fell asleep thinking about Jennifer and how she supported Katherine. He was also thinking of Jennifer's round curves. Dave slept in slightly the next day. He didn't wake until after nine o'clock. As he walked outside his parents and Jennifer's parents were sitting at the picnic table. He sat with them and asked, "Is Jennifer up yet?" After Heather shook her head no, Dave explained what happened the previous night. He concluded by asking, "Dad, do you think your brother, Uncle Robert, would help me fix Darlene's door. I feel bad for busting it in." Roger immediately reached for his phone, "Let's call and ask him now." Roger dialed the number then spoke into the phone, "Hi Robert, how are you doing? ... That's good. Do you have some free time later this morning that you could spare for Dave? He had a little incident at a party last night and needs to repair a door. ... No he's not in trouble. ... Yes, I remember Alan's crazy days. ... Okay, that would be great. Dave will meet you at your house at eleven o'clock." When Roger hung up the phone he was laughing. He explained, "Robert reminded me of the time Alan had a party and several walls ended up with holes in them plus two windows got broken. Robert fixed the house before Mom got home and he said that was how he first got interested in home repair as a hobby. Since then, as you know he built his own cottage. He laughed how this seemed to bring him back to the roots of his interest. He will be waiting for you at his house at eleven. He said you both should go over to the girl's house immediately and determine what will be needed for supplies." Dave thanked his father before he said he was going for a swim. He walked back into the trailer and put on his swimsuit. He then went next door and walked into Jennifer's trailer. She was awake and talking on the phone, "Dave just walked in. I'll ask when he's going to town." Jennifer covered the phone and explained, "Katherine wants to know if I will go to the police station with her and her mother. She has decided to press charges and wanted someone who was at the party but especially someone she trusted for support." Dave told her, "I was just going for a quick swim before I go to town to meet Uncle Robert to fix the door. We can go right away if you wish." Jennifer nodded, "Do you want to go right away? No? Okay, I can meet you at your house at eleven; is that too late?" She listened for a reply then said, "Good, I'll see you then." Dave walked to her and kissed her, "Are you up for a swim?" Jennifer nodded yes and walked back into her room to change. Dave walked to the door and watched as she peeled her nightshirt over her head. He felt his dick get hard as she pulled her bikini bottoms on then molded her large breasts into her top. He was used to watching the suit come off - he actually found it exciting to watch the bikini being put on. She walked up to him, "See anything you like?" He kissed her passionately then replied, "I like everything I see. I wish our parents weren't outside; we could get our workout in here instead of at the pool." Jennifer laughed as she took his hand and guided him towards the door. They walked to the pool holding hands. Dave swam laps for thirty minutes while Jennifer sunned herself on one of the loungers. When he finished, he swam to the pool's edge and she got in the pool with him. They kissed and talked for ten minutes before exiting the pool and drying off. They showered separately in their own trailers before meeting at Jennifer's father's car. The plan was for Jennifer to drop Dave off at his uncles before she went to Katherine's. Dave and his uncle went to Darlene's house. Robert remarked how they were fortunate that the door trim was a standard colonial style. The doorframe was just made of spruce and after rummaging through the basement for ten minutes they found the original paint, it was several years old but Robert said it was still okay to use. After a quick visit to the hardware store, Dave and Robert finished the repairs. Dave paid the $30 bill. Darlene was ecstatic with the perfect repairs and Dave again apologized for the damage. She thanked him and Robert as they left. Robert dropped Dave off at his house and Dave thanked him for the help. Jennifer arrived an hour later. Dave had cooked a spaghetti dinner for them and Jennifer explained what happened at the police station. She further told Dave that she invited Katherine to go to a movie with her and Dave that night. Dave looked at her curiously as she explained, "I know from experience that the best thing to do is get out and get on with your life. If you mope around the house you will just get more depressed. I asked her mother first and she approved." Dave kissed Jennifer again. Jennifer then explained that she saw Dave's other uncle, Alan at the police station and he subtly pulled her aside and told her he would call Dave when and if anything happened. Dave nodded. As if on queue the phone rang and Dave assumed it was Alan. He rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver, "Hello?" A strange voice with a heavy French accent on the other end asked, "Is Dave there, please." Dave replied, "Speaking." The man answered, "Dave this is Guy LaPointe junior from the QAI Missiles. We have successfully negotiated a trade for your playing rights. Do you have time to meet with us today?" Dave was jumping with excitement, "Definitely, What time? The man replied, "It's two-thirty now; how about four o'clock at our offices in the Civic Centre?" Dave answered very quickly, "I'll be there, thank you." He ran to Jennifer, "The Missiles got my rights. They want to meet me today at four o'clock. I have to go find my dress clothes so I look presentable - I don't think a golf shirt and shorts would be what they are expecting for an interview." Dave then walked back to the phone, "I should call Dad and tell him I am meeting with them." Dave called his father and told him about the interview. He further told him that Uncle Robert had done an excellent repair job. Roger wished him luck in the interview. Dave found his dress clothes in his room and was changing into them when Jennifer snuck behind him and slid her hands inside his boxers. She fondled his shaft until it became hard before he turned and kissed her passionately. She dropped to her knees and whispered, "You look handsome in that suit. Our parents aren't outside now." She sucked his quickly hardening member into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him to fantastic orgasm. As he drove his seed deep into her throat he wondered if life could get any better. After he recovered he stood her up and stripped her quickly. He said, "Now I'm going to give you what I wanted to give you this morning." He laid her on his bed and moved his head between her legs. He loved her tangy but sweet taste. He licked and fingered her to a slow exciting orgasm. After she had cum he lay beside her on the bed and cuddled with her. He whispered, "I hope they don't want me to play tonight - I think you just wore me out." She laughed, "You have twenty minutes before your meeting - we better shower so you don't smell like sex." Dave replied, "I love this smell - but you're right." They walked to the shower arm-in-arm comfortably nude. They cleaned each other thoroughly before Dave returned to his room and dressed for the meeting. Jennifer dropped him at the Civic Centre and said she would wait at the house for his call. The interview went well. Dave was surprised to hear he would be paid fifty dollars per week and that if he remained with the team for at least two full years he would get one year's college tuition for each year he had played. Dave told them that he would not be playing beyond one year because he had received numerous golf offers and was planning to follow his dream. Guy thanked Dave for his honesty. Guy then asked Dave if he was available to practice with the team that evening. Dave asked when and Guy told him six o'clock. Dave said he would make himself available. Guy further explained there was an exhibition game the following day in Halifax - but he didn't expect Dave to play that game. There was another game scheduled on Tuesday in Charlestown, New Dominion with a home game against the same Charlestown team on Thursday. He expected Dave to dress for both of those games. After the interview was completed Dave asked if he could make a phone call. He called Jennifer and she said she would pick him up. When he got in the car, he told her about the practice. It was a two hour practice but he said they could still go to the late show. Jennifer agreed and when they got to the house Dave called Katherine. He explained to Katherine about the practice but said he would still like to go to the late show. She was happy to go and said she would wait for them to pick her up. Dave went to the basement and dug out his hockey gear. He looked at his skates and wondered how dull they might be. He didn't have time to take them to the sports store for sharpening so he just stuffed them in his bag. He was really excited about getting back on the ice. He called his father to tell him the new schedule before Jennifer drove him to the rink. Dave felt strange walking into the dressing room. He didn't recognize anyone until John walked out of the trainer's room. He walked to his friend and immediately shook his hand, "Great to see you Dave. Let me introduce you around." John introduced Dave to most of the players and Dave was very surprised to see at least seven other players as tall as or even taller than himself. At six-four Dave was used to playing with smaller teammates but that would not be the case now. The coach Alain Vigneault walked out of his office, which attached to the dressing room, and welcomed Dave to the team. Dave was directed to the trainer who supplied him with new gloves, pants, socks, jersey, stick and helmet. Dave thought how he could have just brought his skates because almost everything else was supplied. The trainer asked, "How are your skates?" Dave replied, "I haven't used them since May. I was going to stop and get them sharpened but I didn't have time." The trainer laughed, "We have a sharpener here. Give them to me and I'll put new edges on them." Dave opened his bag and handed him the skates. Before the trainer left he asked, "Do you need any other gear?" Dave replied, "No, thanks." The trainer turned and walked away. John put his hand on Dave's shoulder, "We get pampered off the ice before they work the shit out of us on the ice. Come on in the get dressed. Coach will be talking to the team soon." Dave followed John into the crowded room. He looked around and there were only twenty-five guys left including himself. He whispered to John, "Did they make another cut?" John answered, "Yes, with you in camp there are only two more cuts to make." Dave nodded as he pulled on his gear. He had just pulled on his jersey when the trainer whose nickname he learned was Spider, handed him his skates. He pulled on the skates as the coaching staff walked into the room. Vigneault introduced Dave and then went into his pre-practice routine. Dave was surprised when he switched to French and gave almost all his instruction in French. Dave luckily knew a little French and picked out a few words but as Vigneault lead the team onto the ice Dave saw John motion him over. There was a huddle of the English speaking players and one of them translated the instructions. Dave thought it strange that Vigneault wouldn't speak in English but then he realized that the team was a Quebec-based team the previous year and some of the French players probably couldn't speak English. Dave followed the team on the ice and took a few minutes to get his skating legs back. After a few leisurely laps around the ice he followed John into a corner and took five minutes to stretch all his muscles. They got back on their feet and skated hard for a couple laps before Vigneault blew his whistle. Vigneault gave an instruction in French before he blew the whistle again. John quickly explained the drill to Dave as he had heard the instructions before in French and already knew what to do. The whole team skated hard for thirty minutes. Dave was really sucking wind - he forgot how different skating was from swimming and he was almost feeling weak from fatigue. He briefly wished he had not fooled around with Jennifer - he could probably use that expended energy now. After the various endurance drills the team was called together and Vigneault sketched a flow drill on a white board. The team broke up to separate parts of the ice and ran the drill for ten minutes before Vigneault called them in again and drew another drill. This continued for another hour and Dave found his timing slowly coming back near the end of the first hour. He was tired and his legs felt like rubber but he pushed himself to keep up. He was surprised how strong the other players were and how easily they pushed him off the puck when he first started doing the drills. He bore down and by the end was actually pushing back. With a half hour left, the coach called the players together and explained how the various lines would work on some drills. He skated to Dave after the explanation and started to speak in French but quickly switched to English when he saw a blank look on Dave's face. He told Dave that he would not be working him into these drills because they were preparing for the game the next day but he wanted Dave to sit on the bench with the players switching in and out of the drill. He wanted Dave to watch the team's breakout and the fore-checking systems. Dave nodded agreement then skated to the bench. He watched as ten players on the ice went through the drill while the other lines sat and watched. For the first time since the practice started Dave looked into the stands. He was surprised to see several hundred people watching the practice. As he looked through the crowd he spotted Jennifer and right beside her was Katherine. He waved to them and they waved back. The player sitting beside him said in very broken English, "Don't let coach catch you waving into stands or he will skate your ass off to break that bad habit. He says everyone needs to concentrate on the ice." Dave nodded understandingly and resumed watching the team practice. As the practice ended Vigneault called the team together, he told them to get a good night's sleep and not to miss curfew. He told them to be ready for a tough game in Halifax the next day. He then led them off the ice. As Dave sat down one of the assistant coaches walked up to him, "Coach wants to see you in his office as soon as you finish showering." Dave nodded and moved quickly so he wouldn't keep the girls waiting. He showered as fast as possible even though his legs were still tired from the tough practice. He dressed and then knocked on the coach's door. He heard a loud, "Entree!" He walked in and Coach Vigneault was sitting with his two assistant coaches. He introduced them before he told Dave of his expectations for him. He told Dave that he expected one hundred and ten percent in every game and every practice. He explained that based on scouting reports Dave was expected to be a scorer and a playmaker but because of his physical size and hard nosed style of play he would also have to play very physical. Dave nodded and said he would try his hardest. The coach asked Dave if he had any questions. Dave asked, "You mentioned that there is a curfew tonight. I was supposed to go to the show with my girlfriend. What time is curfew? And am I included." Vigneault laughed, "Normally all players are included in the curfew but I will make this one exception for you. Make sure you have fun with your girlfriend tonight because you will not see much of her for the next three weeks. We have a very busy schedule planned and you will need to spend some extra time in the weight room to get your strength up - this is not midget hockey anymore." Dave nodded and thanked the coach. John was waiting for him outside the office and he patted Dave on the back as they walked out of the dressing room. John asked, "Are you tired? Practices aren't quite the same are they?" Dave immediately replied, "No, unbelievably harder. I'm exhausted." John nodded, "They get easier after a while." Dave walked out of the dressing room and saw Jennifer and Katherine waiting for him. He walked to them and kissed Jennifer. Katherine hugged him as he told John he would see him the next day. John looked at him quizzically but didn't ask why Katherine was with him and Jennifer. When they got in the car Dave sat in back and Katherine looked over the seat and smiled at him, "I love watching you on the ice. You are so graceful." Dave thanked her but told her he didn't feel too graceful today. He told them both about the curfew and how it sounded as if he would not have much extra time over the next week. Jennifer was a little disappointed because it was her last week on QAI but she was happy he was enjoying the hockey. The show they went to was a love story. Dave sat with a girl on each side. He put his arm around Jennifer during the show. Near the end he felt a hand take hold of his other hand and he looked at Katherine who smiled at him briefly then turned back to the show as she held his hand. Dave motioned to Jennifer and she looked at the hand and just winked at him and gestured that it was okay. After the show Jennifer drove to Katherine's house and once there she told Dave to walk her to the door. Dave opened Katherine's door and escorted her to the house. As they reached the door Katherine hugged Dave, kissed him on the check, then scampered into the house. Dave walked back to the car in a fog. As soon as he sat down he looked at Jennifer and asked what was going on. Jennifer silently pulled carefully out of the driveway but during the drive back to North Beach she explained everything to Dave, "After I dropped you off at the rink I drove back to your house and Alan called. He said that Charlie was taken in and he had confessed to everything. He was released in his parent's custody but they very really upset with him and he was being enrolled in an alcohol- abuse program immediately. "I called Katherine and asked if I could come see her. I wanted her to know that she would not have to go to court or anything. We had a long serious talk and I knew right away that she still loves you deeply. I thought I would be jealous of her but I'm not. She is a really sweet girl and I know you care for her too. We talked a lot about you and I told her that you had explained that if both of you were still available when school started that you might get back together. I told her that you and I had decided at the start of the summer that we would not try to do a winter-long relationship again. I told her I was even okay with her flirting with you a bit over the next week until I go home. "She thought I was crazy when I told her I loved you dearly and wouldn't try to make you be alone all winter again. It wasn't fair to either of us. I also told her that in just twenty-four hours I had grown to like her a lot and hoped that she would get back together with you after I went home." Dave looked at his girlfriend stunned. He loved her so much that, had she wanted to stay together for another winter he was willing to try again. He thought about the conversation he had with his father and the first thought that came to his head was "set boundaries". He took Jennifer's hand and told her he loved her. He then asked, "Are you sure about this. I am very happy with just you and if you want me to remain true to you all winter, I will." She chuckled, "I know you would but I think we learned our lesson last year, don't you?" He nodded and continued, "If you're sure than we should set some boundaries. You told Katherine she could flirt with me but how far can I go? I don't want to upset you." She smiled, "You can go as far as the two of you like. I'm only here for nine more days then I'm moving back to Edwardton. I promise I won't get jealous of Katherine, I really like her and who knows maybe all three of us can have some fun together." Dave felt his dick lurch with excitement but then he suddenly remembered Charlie's words, "I'm tired of you holding out on me." From that he estimated that Charlie had not made love to Katherine so she was likely still a virgin. He looked at Jennifer and explained what he was thinking, "Katherine was a virgin when we met and she was still a virgin when we separated in June. She offered to give me her virginity once when I first broke up with her she thought she could win me back with sex but I didn't want to make love to her because she was hoping it would keep us together - that was not a good reason. Something Charlie said last night tells me she is probably still a virgin. I doubt she will want to be with both of us." Jennifer just smiled, "You never know." Dave laughed as they changed the subject to hockey. He talked about the road trip the next day and even though he wasn't dressing he had to attend. He said the bus was leaving at eight o'clock and he had to bring his gear for the afternoon skate in Halifax. As soon as they pulled into the campsite Dave kissed Jennifer goodnight and went to his trailer. His father was waiting up for him and Dave told him all about the first practice. Roger said he would have to arrange with Alan to go to the game in Edwardton on Tuesday. Roger went to bed as excited as Dave. The next day passed quickly. Dave got to know more of the players during the trip to Halifax but he was amazed that the team was required to remain almost totally silent during the bus ride. Dave watched as some players read books while others listened to music. He thought he would get a lot of studying done while he was traveling. They won the game by one goal and Dave was surprised how fast the pace of the play was. John played really well and didn't look out of place in any way. Dave hoped that both of them would make the team. Dave told John all about what happened at the party Friday night and how he, Katherine and Jennifer went to the show together the previous night. John was surprised but wished his friend luck in trying to please two women at once. Dave arrived home late and stayed at the house instead of driving to the trailer. John agreed to pick him up at the house for their morning weight training session at ten o'clock. Dave phoned his parents and told them he was staying in town due to morning practice. Roger told him to call Jennifer because she was waiting for him. Dave called her and they talked for a half hour. Jennifer told Dave she went to Katherine's Sunday soccer game. She explained that Katherine played really well and scored two goals. Her coach was happy to have his top scorer back. Jennifer asked when Dave was coming back to the trailer. He explained that he had weight training from ten to eleven thirty then full practice at one o'clock. If she picked him up at three he would go to the campground with her for the night. She said she would pick him up then. Dave went to bed and slept soundly. He woke up at eight o'clock and ate a good breakfast. He was relaxing listening to music when the phone rang at nine- thirty. He answered and heard a strange voice ask, "Can I speak to Dave MacDonald please." Dave was instantly curious who it was but suspected it must either be another scholarship call or someone from the Missile organization. The man on the other end didn't keep Dave waiting as he said, "This is Doug Ross; I'm the President of the RCGA. I am pleased to offer you a great opportunity. You may not know but every year we allow the top two finishers at the Canadian amateur to play in our Bell Canadian Open sanctioned PGA event. Unfortunately our first place finisher this year was in car accident on the weekend and even though he is not seriously injured, he did break his wrist and won't be able to play. We want to offer his position to you." Dave was absolutely speechless. He fumbled with his words before he finally asked, "Does that start a week from this Thursday?" Doug replied, "Yes but the schedule actually starts on Monday with a ProAm which you will play as if you were one of the pros. There is a practice round on Tuesday followed by the Championship ProAm on Wednesday. During that ProAm you will play on the RCGA team. You should plan on arriving on Sunday. If you need a caddy you should book one through us." Dave was still overwhelmed. He finally replied, "I would love to play but I have to get approval from my parents. Can I call you back?" Doug replied, "Of course call me as soon as possible because I need to find someone else if you can't make it." Dave was starting to get his thoughts together, "Oh, I'm almost positive I can make it. I'll call you right back." Dave took down the number and thanked Mr. Ross before he hung up. He immediately called his father. Roger answered the phone, "Hello?" Dave almost screamed into the phone as he blurted out, "Dad! You'll never guess who just called - the President of the RCGA. He wants me to play in the Bell Canadian Open next week with the pros. The top two amateurs usually get to play - but this year the top amateur was in an accident so they offered the position to me. I said I had to get your approval. Can I go?" Roger heard the words pour off his son's tongue. He was trying to digest the unbelievable news. After a very brief pause he replied, "Of course you can play. But what about the Missiles?" Dave was immediately floored by the thought of his new hockey team. After a brief thought he said, "Dad, you know and the team knows my true love is golf. I told them that on Saturday. I will explain to them that I will practice this week until Thursday but after that I need ten days off. If they won't give me the time off I will tell them I quit. I love hockey but golf is everything." Roger thought about what Dave said and agreed, "Okay, son, sounds like a sound decision. Go ahead and call the RCGA President back." Dave called Mr. Ross back and said he was in. Dave asked about the caddy and whether he had to be licensed or a professional caddy. Mr. Ross said it could be anyone but an experienced caddy could help his play. Dave thanked Mr. Ross who promised to book two flights and a hotel room for Dave and one of his parents. Mr. Ross finished his call with, "And one more thing Dave, we have a tradition where the top amateur plays the first two rounds with the winner of The Masters. As I'm sure you know Mike Weir won The Masters this year so you will be playing with him on Thursday and Friday. We offered the position to the runner-up of the Amateur but he was already partnered with Brad Faxon and Bob Tway and didn't want to switch." Dave hung up the phone and jumped around his kitchen. He was going to play in the Bell Canadian Open and he was going to be playing with Canadian golf superstar Mike Weir. He pinched himself several times thinking he must be dreaming.

A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirty The Masters On Monday morning Dave played his first practice round for the Masters and instantly loved the Augusta National Golf Course. It was long and challenging with lightning-fast greens. He and Alec spent a lot of time taking notes and researching each golf hole. Dave practiced for two hours in the afternoon and was very pleased with his ball striking. His parents arrived that evening and Dave visited with them for a while before he returned to his room and studied for two hours then went to bed. Dave had found that he could learn much more material if he kept squeezing in one or two short studying sessions every chance he had. He woke early on Tuesday and went directly to the course. He practiced hard for four hours before going to lunch with Alec then playing another practice round in the afternoon. He was pleased to shoot seventy-one and was getting a good feel for the lush Georgia course. He and Alec went to supper with Daves parents before Dave went back to his room to study. After three good hours of studying he sat with Alec and they had a long discussion about their educations and their futures. Alec made the important personal announcement that he was considering and had almost concluded he should ask Shauna to marry him. Dave was very excited for his friend. He told Alec how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful and steadfast woman. Alec agreed he was a very lucky person and turned the conversation to Daves condition. Alec spoke very frankly about his substantial concerns about Daves new love, Anne; Dave listened intently. When Alec finished outlining his fears that her true intentions might be very negative in the future, Dave explained that he really liked Anne and he was trying not to overreact to small imperfections in his relationships. He said he was presently committed to Anne and didnt want to repeat mistakes he had made previously by overreacting. He also said he would try to be more aware and not be blind to serious defects. He did understand Alecs concerns and was being careful. Dave switched the conversation to Alec becoming his fulltime caddie. Dave outlined the proposal he had carefully developed, The NCAA Championships end June 3rd and I plan on hiring an agent on Monday, June 5th. Im going to play the US Open as a professional and I want to have you as my caddie. Ill pay you the standard ten percent of all my winnings and bonuses. I will also give you ten percent of any appearance fees I receive for tournaments. If I sign endorsement contracts for at least one million dollars I will guarantee you an annual salary of $100,000. I know the numbers sound huge but I need a good caddie I can trust and I dont trust anyone more than I trust you. Will you be my full-time caddie? Alec looked at his friend in considerable surprise; he was silent as he totaled up the prospects. He had been half-expecting Dave would ask him to caddie but he never imagined he could earn as much money as Dave was suggesting. Alec knew that the top fifty players in 2005 earned $2,000,000 in prize money which meant if Dave were to crack the top fifty his caddie share would be $200,000. The top ten earned over $5,000,000 he could earn enough money to provide him and Shauna with a very comfortable future. He smiled at his friend and new employer; as soon as he said yes, they shook hands to confirm the deal. They talked for another hour about details before going to bed. Dave slept well thinking about his discussions with Alec and that the matter of who would be his caddie was settled. A par-three warm-up event was held on Wednesday but Dave didnt play. He spent the day practicing. That evening his father asked him to go to a movie but Dave said he didnt feel like it. His mother, Carol, passed as well but Alec wanted to go so Roger and Alec went together. Dave spent a quiet evening talking to his mother. He didnt know it but his parents had planned to arrange some private time for Dave and his mother to chat. Carol had missed her long talks with her son. They sat comfortably in Daves hotel suite and talked and talked. Dave told his mother about his feelings for Anne and also about Alecs concerns. Carol told him to search hard inside his heart to decide if Anne was the right woman for him; she also suggested he take things slowly and not be in a rush to make a decision without sufficient thinking. Carol then brought Dave up to date on life on QAI. Dave really enjoyed the relaxing evening; when his father and Alec returned, Dave kissed his mother goodbye and shook his fathers hand before they left. Dave studied for an hour before he went to bed. He had a lot to think about as he lay in bed mulling over his future. He woke early the next morning and walked to the Starbucks coffeehouse down the street. He was resuming his morning ritual and he sipped hot chocolate as he got focused on his opening round. He had a one oclock tee time so, after spending half an hour in the coffee shop, he walked back to the hotel and ate breakfast with Alec. They went to the course shortly after eight and Dave practiced most of the morning. He and Alec ate a good meal before he started to prepare for his opening round. He was scheduled to tee off on the tenth hole along with his playing partner Retief Goosen. Dave was nervous as he hit his first tee shot but he found the fairway safely. The first nine went fairly well and Dave shot one under par. The greens were even faster than they had been during the practice rounds and Dave couldnt get his putter going perfectly. He hit almost every fairway and most of the greens but was unable to capitalize on the numerous birdie putt opportunities he had generated. The front nine was a repeat of the back but an improving Dave managed to sink three birdie putts and, adding in only one bogey, he finished the first round with a solid sixty-nine. Tiger had played in the morning draw and he blasted out of the gates with a sixty-five and was leading the tournament. Dave was sitting in eighth position and was very happy to be in the top ten. He was guided to the media tent after he carefully signed his card. The media pelted him with questions about Tiger and Dave finally said, Im Dave MacDonald, not Tiger Woods. I can only control how I play and I was pleased with my first-ever round at the Masters. I hit the ball really well but didnt roll the ball very successfully on the greens. I plan to focus on my game and, if I am in the hunt on Sunday I will deal with whoever is the leader then. The tournament is seventy-two holes, not eighteen. Dave left the tent and found Alec and his parents. They all went out to dinner and Dave enjoyed the relaxing conversation. He spent the evening studying before crawling into bed at ten oclock. He had an early tee time on Friday so he was at Starbucks shortly after six. He focused on his second round and maintained his concentration as he strolled back to the hotel. He and Alec ate large breakfasts before heading to the course. Dave warmed up for over an hour before he teed off on the first hole. He was playing with Retief again. Retief had shot seventy-one the first day and Dave enjoyed playing two days in a row with the South African. Dave hit the ball very well again the second day and he putted a little better. He shot sixty- eight and was very happy to be seven under through two rounds. Retief shot sixty-nine and was also pleased with his solid effort. Dave spent another thirty minutes in the media tent before he and Alec went back to their hotel and ate a late lunch. Dave then studied for an hour before going to the pool where he swam hard for an hour. He was back studying hard in his room when he heard a tapping on his door. As he pulled the door open, he was very happy to see three wonderful women the twins and Shauna smiling at him. Shauna immediately went to Alecs room while Dave guided the twins to the couch in the main room. Jana explained, We decided to come to Georgia and cheer on our favorite golfer. Dave thanked them for coming and waited for a lull in the conversation before he asked, Didnt Anne want to come? Kyra shook her head before she replied, No, I called and invited her but she only got mad that Jana and I were coming to watch you. Dave was disappointed to hear about Annes decision; but he was very happy to see his twin friends and they talked casually for an hour before Alec and Shauna walked out of the bedroom smiling. Dave suggested they go to dinner together and he phoned his parents to meet them. Daves parents were happy to see Shauna and the twins and they enjoyed a relaxing meal together. They talked for over an hour after dinner before Dave, Alec, Shauna, and the twins returned to the hotel. Dave called to check his tee time and found out he was playing with Phil Michelson who was also seven under par. Dave then turned on the television to the golf channel and checked the leader board. Dave and Phil were tied for fifth place eight strokes behind Tiger who had shot another strong round of sixty-four. Mike Weir was in second at nine under par while Chris DiMarco and Vijay Singh were tied for third at eight under par. Dave didnt have to tee off until one oclock so he sat up talking with the twins. When it was eventually bedtime, Dave followed the twins into his room. There were two double beds and he begged, I dont mind if you sleep in the other bed but please dont torture me by having noisy sex. You know I cant have sex with you and I wont get a wink of sleep if you two make love. Kyra batted her angelic eyes and pleaded, Would I tease you? She then peeled her top over her head exposing her round firm breasts. Dave felt his manhood jump instantly so he turned and stripped down to his boxers then got in the other bed. He tried not to look at the twins but he couldnt resist and he rolled over just in time to see the two gorgeous dark skinned bodies climb into the other bed, naked. He rolled over in his bed and debated whether to say the hell with his moral commitments and make love to them but he knew he couldnt. He finally fell asleep with both their naked bodies imprinted on his brain. As he slept he felt some movement on his bed. He then felt a warm naked body slide into his arms. He put an arm around Kyras waist and went back to sleep. Not long after, he felt another body crawl into the bed. He felt Jana pull his boxers off before her breasts pushed into his back he was a whole wheat sandwich again and did he ever sleep well. He waited for her to try something with him but she didnt. He woke the next morning with his hard-on pushed between the cheeks of Janas ass. He went to roll out of bed but she grabbed his arm and held him down as she whispered, Can we please just cuddle for a while longer? Ive very much missed simply being naked in your arms. I cant believe I was so stupid last summer to fuck up our relationship. I dont think I will ever forgive myself. Dave kissed her on the neck before he whispered, Life is unpredictable Im relieved that I didnt lose your friendship. I loved making love to you but your friendship is even more important. Jana turned and looked intently into his eyes. She spoke very softly, Are you sure Anne is the right woman for you? Jennifer Dave gently placed his hand on Janas lips to stop her talking. Jana pulled his hand away and started to speak again. But Jennifer Dave again cut her off, Jennifer is in Canada and I am with Anne now. Jana realized Dave didnt want to speak about his relationship so she abandoned her attempt and instead asked, Do you mind showering with Kyra and me? As Dave nodded Kyra exclaimed, Im not ready to stop cuddling yet. She pushed herself tighter against Daves back. He rolled onto his back and placed an arm around each sister. They moved their heads to his chest and he stared down at them happily. God, he so wanted to make love to them but that was not an option. They chatted for a half hour about school and their families before they got in the shower and cleaned each other thoroughly. Dave allowed his soapy hands to wonder freely over their firm bodies and he again had to use every ounce of restraint he had to not make love to them. After he was dressed he slipped out of the hotel and walked to the Starbucks. His mind was on the twins more than his golf game and he debated whether he should break up with Anne so he could be with the twins. He looked down toward his little head and growled, You stop trying to run this show. I really care for Anne and youre not going to screw that up. At Starbucks, he refocused on his golf game for another fifteen minutes, and then went back to the hotel. After they all ate a good breakfast, Shauna dropped Dave and Alec off at the golf course. Dave hit balls for over an hour before going to the putting green and putting for another hour. His putting stroke felt really good and he talked briefly with Mike Weir before he spotted Phil Michelson. He strolled over to Phil and asked, Hows the Sun Devil doing? Phil chuckled as he heard Dave refer to his alma-mater Arizona State Sun Devils. He replied, I think we could use a little team support to help us catch a Tiger. Dave suddenly had a brilliant idea and he proposed, Tiger is eight strokes ahead of us both so lets work together today to catch him. Well encourage each other and see if we can feed off one anothers good play. Phil put his hand straight out with a closed fist. As Dave lightly punched his hand with a similar closed fist, Phil added, But tomorrow its every man for himself. Dave nodded agreement. They putted for another half hour as they waited for the call to the first tee. Phil teed off first and he hit a huge drive down the right side over the bunker. Dave hit next and he also pounded a huge drive, fifteen yards past Phils drive. They congratulated each other before strolling down the fairway confidently. Phil hit a great approach shot to six feet while Dave pulled his slightly and was left with twenty-feet to the hole. Dave rolled his first putt over the edge before tapping in for par. Phil knocked his putt dead centre. After Phil made the putt Dave walked to him and they hit fists again as Dave congratulated him. On the second hole Phil hit a good drive while Dave launched a mammoth drive around the corner of the long par five. Phil walked to Dave and they hit fists again to celebrate the great drives. In the fairway, Phil laid up inside the hundred yard marker with a five iron while Dave hit a perfect three iron onto the green. Dave was left with a twelve-foot eagle putt. Phil then hit a great wedge shot to seven feet. Dave had to putt first and after surveying the putt carefully he made a smooth stroke with his putter. The ball rolled toward the corner of the hole and died just as it reached the right lip and dropped to the bottom for an eagle three. Phil punched Daves hand before he stood over his putt and stroked it dead center. They hit fists again and both men moved to third hole tied at two under par. The front nine continued to go well for both golfers and, as they had hoped, they seemed to psychologically feed off each others strong play. At the turn Dave was five under par and Phil was four. Dave was happy to have Shauna, the twins, and his parents following him. As he approached the tenth tee he suddenly saw Anne smiling at him. He walked to her and kissed her softly. She seemed to glare at the twins but didnt say anything. Dave quickly put his game face back on and walked onto the tee with Phil. Dave watched Anne walk over to his parents and introduce herself. He was watching them talk when Phil called him back from wandering, Youre up, Dave. Dave turned and looked down the fairway. The group in front of them had hit their second shots and begun walking to the green so Dave teed up his ball. He focused on his shot before he put a smooth swing on his driver. The ball bounced down the left side and slipped into the rough. It was the first fairway he had missed all day. Phil hit a good drive down the right side of the fairway. Daves ball was sitting down in the rough but he managed to get enough club on the ball to hit it onto the green thirty feet from the hole. Phil hit a good shot ten feet from the cup. Dave two-putted for par before Phil rolled in another birdie. After their now normal congratulatory fist punches, they moved to the eleventh hole. Dave got refocused on his game and he finished the back strongly. He and Phil ended up shooting identical nine-under sixty-threes. They celebrated together on the final green before going to sign their cards. Dave glanced at the leader board as he walked into the secured tent and was pleased to see that he and Phil had reduced Tigers lead to just two strokes. Tiger was still three under for the day and had left most of the other contenders in the dust. After Phil and Dave the next closest was Mike Weir, nine strokes behind Tiger at nine under par. When Dave went into the media tent, the reporters went wild asking questions about him and Phil and their working together. Dave explained that they had agreed to try and boost each others confidence and close the gap on Tigers lead. Dave said that the final round, however, would be every man for himself. Dave ended up staying in the media tent for over forty-five minutes as the reporters asked if he could win his second Major in two years. Dave simply smiled and replied that he would play the best he could. When a reporter mentioned Dave being a Tiger Tamer, Dave chuckled then replied, The only thing Im trying to tame is the Augusta National Golf Course. If I beat the course I think I can win this tournament. If the course beats me, I wont win. Phil was standing at the side as Dave took question after question until the tournament organizers called an end to Daves media conference. As Dave was walking out of the tent, Phil put out his fist and they did one final congratulatory punch. The reporters cameras clicked and flashed like Fourth of July fireworks. Anne was waiting outside the tent for him and Dave kissed her lovingly. After receiving congratulations from Shauna, the twins, and his parents, Dave suggested they all go out for dinner together. Anne tried to convince him that he should only invite his parents and let Alec, Shauna, and the twins find their own dinner but Dave refused. After Dave changed in the locker room, they went to a nice restaurant where Dave ended up signing autographs most of the time. He bid his parents goodbye before the six college students drove back to the hotel. As soon as they were in the suite Anne pulled Dave into his room and interrogated him about where the twins had slept the previous night. She was very upset when he told her that they ended up in his bed and she wouldnt believe him when he assured her that he didnt make love to them. Dave was getting very frustrated with the arguing when he finally took Annes face in his hands and he stared intently into her eyes. Anne, I love you. I only want to be with you and I will only be with you. I didnt and wont ever cheat on you. After giving her a moment to think about what he said he continued, I have the final round of the Masters tomorrow. I need to relax and wind down so this discussion has to end, for now. If you want we can revisit it tomorrow evening but right now I need to get some rest. Im going out to tell the twins they will be sleeping on the pull-out couch and that I will see them tomorrow. Anne simply stared at him grimly as he moved off the bed and went out to the main room. He told the twins he would see them in the morning before saying good night to Alec and Shauna. When Dave returned to his room, Anne kissed him lovingly before she pulled his clothes off and made love to him. Dave noticed that she was trying hard to please him by spending extra time sucking him to full hardness before she mounted him; after they established a good rhythm with her riding his rod and him massaging her breasts, they reached a mutual climax. They eventually fell asleep in each others arms. Daves morning routine was the same as the previous three days except that when he returned from Starbucks he took a shower with Anne before they all went to breakfast. Anne was still very cold toward the twins but Dave ignored that and focused on his golf as that was his biggest priority. He and Alec went to the course around ten oclock, more than three hours before his tee time. For this round, Dave was in the last group with Tiger Woods and he was nervous about finally going head-to-head with the best golfer in the world. Dave practiced for two hours before he and Alec went for lunch Dave was nervous and didnt eat much. He was putting on the practice green when he was called to the first tee. He was shaking with nerves he finally understood how Tigers opponents usually felt. Dave strolled onto the tee and casually wished Tiger luck and shook his hand. Tiger was a gentleman and returned the good wishes. Dave watched as Phil Mickelson and Vijay Singh walked up the fairway in front of them. Mickelson and Singh were off the green when the announcer formally announced Dave. In the final pairing of the tournament the reigning NCAA Champion, former Canadian Open Champion, former Canadian Amateur Champion, and Reigning British Open Champion from QAI, Canada, Dave MacDonald. Dave waved thanks to the crowd for their loud support before he teed up his ball and went through his pre-shot routine. He was extremely nervous and felt as if everyone could see how he was shaking uncontrollably. He finally setup over his ball and hit a solid drive down the fairway. Dave was relieved to see the ball land in the short grass and roll to a nice position from which to attack the first green. The announcer then introduced Tiger and Dave looked at Alec without even listening to the introduction. Tiger eventually waved then stood over the ball and took a ferocious rip at it. The ball launched off the face of his club and rocketed down the fairway. Dave was sure the ball would end up well past his drive but was pleased to see it roll only about twenty yards past Daves good drive. Dave smiled at Alec then whispered, Hes not that long. Dave intentionally said it loud enough for Tiger to hear. Tiger sneered at him before he strode down the fairway. Alec warned, Watch out playing with Tiger youll get bit. Dave smiled as he felt his nervousness evaporate; then he chuckled and said, I think its a good day for a safari and the game Im hunting is Tiger. Alec shook his head and he fell behind Dave walking down the first fairway. Dave hit a great approach shot and only had a five-foot birdie putt. Tiger pushed his approach shot and was left with a fifteen-foot putt, which he missed. Dave rolled his birdie putt in easily and was now within one stroke of the leader. The front nine was a seesaw battle as Dave would pull even with Tiger before Tiger would pull ahead by one stroke again. Dave finished the front nine three under par, one stroke behind Tiger. He checked the leader board and saw Phil was tied with him at nineteen under par, also one back of Tiger. Tiger continued to play well on the back nine and made birdies on thirteen and fifteen but Dave remained one back with birdies on twelve and fifteen. After making the turn at Amen corner, they stood on the sixteenth hole, looking at the challenging par-three. Dave briefly remembered how Tiger had chipped in to extend his lead on DiMarco the previous year but quickly refocused on his own game. Tiger hit a fantastic shot that stopped just six feet from the hole. The crowd went wild with support for their hero. Dave hit a smooth shot but the ball hit into the green to the right beyond the hole. The ball would normally have rolled back towards the cup but it stopped on the sloped hill twenty feet away. Dave was disappointed with his shot and unbeknownst to him the announcers were predicting that if Tiger made the short birdie putt he would cruise to an easy victory. Mickelson was still tied with Dave and a birdie by Tiger would give him a two stroke lead over both of them. Dave and Alec spent a lot of time reading the putt and agreed that the ball would break at least ten feet. They finally agreed on the line and Dave moved over the ball and took three practice strokes. He focused on the line they had selected as he said to him self, Straight Back, Straight Through. He pulled the putter back and stroked the ball smoothly. The ball rolled along the steep slope on the back of the green then started to dive towards the hole. The ball kept turning end over end as it trickled toward the hole then finally dropped smoothly to the bottom of the cup. Dave gave one quick hand pump before he turned to Alec and winked happily at him. The fans erupted in a huge screaming applause at Daves unexpected success; and Dave was pleased to hear and understand that nearly half the crowd was behind him and wanted him to beat Tiger. Dave making the long tough putt seemed to throw Tiger off his concentration because he took extra long to get comfortable over his birdie putt. When he hit his putt the ball rolled over the edge of the hole but didnt drop. The fans all moaned as Tiger strode to the hole and angrily tapped in the short par putt. The announcers couldnt believe the swing of events and were comparing Daves putt to Tigers amazing chip the previous year. Dave glided to the seventeenth tee confidently. He had to wait a moment for Mickelson and Singh to hit their second shots to the challenging seventeenth green before he stood over his ball and launched his longest drive of the day. He really nailed his shot and it bounced and rolled well down the seventeenth fairway. Tiger stood over his ball still looking frazzled by his missed putt and took a wild swing with his driver. He hooked the ball left and it bounced into some trees along the left side of the rough. Dave calmly led Alec down the fairway he was now tied with Tiger with only two holes remaining. Phil was one stroke behind playing just ahead of them. Tigers ball had bounced behind a tree and he could only advance the ball a short distance up the fairway, one hundred yards short of the green. After Phil and Vijay cleared the green, Dave hit a smooth nine iron twelve feet from the hole. Dave saw Phil two-putt the green so he knew he was still one stroke ahead of him. Tigers third shot bounced fifteen feet past the hole. Tiger surveyed his putt thoroughly but he missed the long par putt before he marked his ball. Dave and Alec talked about his putt and agreed on the line. Dave hit a good putt but the pace was a little quick and the ball didnt break in time to catch a piece of the hole. Dave knocked the three-foot comeback putt dead center before Tiger tapped in for his bogey. Dave almost raced to the final tee he wanted to get this tournament over before he had any more time to think about it. Phil and Vijay were still in the fairway in front of them so Dave looked at the leader board as it updated the scores and showed Dave in a one stroke lead over both Tiger and Phil. Dave glanced at his parents and noticed his father trying to remain calm but Dave could tell he was bursting with excitement. Dave looked back up the fairway as Phil stood over his second shot to the par four eighteenth green. Dave was trying to concentrate on his game he kept telling himself he needed one more good drive. He glanced at Phil again and then he heard a sudden scream from the crowd around the final green; Phil Mickelson started jumping and dancing in the fairway. Dave heard Tiger whisper beside him, Holy fuck, he sank it. Dave stared straight ahead trying to confirm what Tiger said and saw Phil high- fiving his caddie. Phil was now one stroke ahead of Dave and two ahead of Tiger. Dave dropped his head and said to himself, Okay, Dave, you need birdie now to tie. When Phil and Vijay finally moved up the fairway out of the way, Dave stood over his ball and hit a solid drive up the middle. He passed his driver to Alec and said, We need a birdie, Alec. Alec simply nodded. Tiger launched a huge drive that rolled fifteen yards past Daves ball. Dave hit first and he hit a good nine-iron eleven feet from the hole. He waited patiently for Tiger to hit and Tiger took dead aim for the hole he needed to repeat Mickelsons eagle to get in the playoff. Tigers ball flew over the pin and rolled fifteen feet from the hole. He banged his club to the ground dejectedly before he passed it to his caddie and followed Dave and Alec up the fairway. Dave and Alec looked at his putt from all angles as Tiger rolled his birdie attempt just beyond the hole then tapped in for par. Dave stood over his ball and focused on his line. He was thinking, Straight Back, Straight Through as he stroked the ball towards the hole. The ball was dead on line and rolling smoothly to the hole. The ball decelerated as it reached the hole and Dave started to clench his fist as he was sure he had made the birdie putt but the ball curled right and dove into the right lip of the hole then circled around the back of the cup and popped up on the left side. Dave stared at the ball in disbelief just as a tremendous roar of Ooohhhh! rocked the final green at Augusta National. Dave stood still watching to see if his ball which was unbelievably hanging tantalizingly on the lip would drop in. He waited several seconds although those seconds seemed like minutes before he walked up to the ball and tapped it in for a par and a second place finish. He then walked to Tiger and shook his hand. Great round, Tiger. Tiger replied, Well play again, Dave. Dave smiled. Definitely! Dave looked over at the side of the green where Phil Mickelson was celebrating with his family. Dave shook Tigers caddies hand before he strode over to Phil. As he approached he put out his fist for Phil to punch like they had done the previous day. After Phil punched his fist, Dave leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. I think you sold your soul to the Sun Devil to sink that one from the fairway. We said we were on our own today but an eagle on the last hole is just plain unfair. As they parted Phil saw Daves smiling face and chuckled. Youll have plenty of chances to get back at me in the future when you finish your education and get out here permanently. Dave nodded. You can count on that, very soon I think. Great victory! They shook hands formally before Dave walked back to Alec and hugged his best friend and caddie. He whispered, I thought I had that putt. I guess its Phils day today, not mine. Anne ran up to him and Dave hugged her tightly. She kissed him before she congratulated him. He thanked her then led her to his parents and hugged his mother. His father shook his hand before saying, You played a wonderful round, Dave. You definitely proved you belong on this tour. Dave agreed, Im really pleased with my play. I was terrified on the first tee but I refocused and actually enjoyed the day. Its hard to beat an eagle from the fairway on the last hole. After Dave returned from signing his card, a tournament official approached him and asked, You are low amateur, Dave. Will you follow me to the Butler Cabin for the formal presentation? When Dave entered the nostalgic Butler Cabin he saw Phil and Tiger standing together and he walked to them and shook both their hands again. He also recognized Hootie Johnson, the Chairman of Augusta, who shook each of their hands and Jim Nance, the television commentator. The cameras came on and after Jim introduced Hootie, Hootie said, On behalf of The Masters committee I would like to thank Phil, Dave, and Tiger for one of the most exciting finishes in Masters history. It literally came down to the last hole and the last shots. I will ask Tiger, last years champion to present the coveted Green Jacket to Phil. After Tiger helped Phil on with his jacket he shook his hand before Hootie also shook his hand and added, Congratulations, Phil, on a hard fought victory. Thank you, Tiger, for a wonderful tournament. I would also like to congratulate Dave MacDonald for his very exciting play and look forward to him returning in the future. Dave shook Hooties hand before he shook Phils hand again. Dave sat quietly while Phil answered questions from Jim before Jim asked Dave how it felt to challenge for the Masters at the age of nineteen. Dave replied, I am extremely pleased with how I played. Phil was simply better than I was today and Im happy for him. The interviewer asked about Phil and Dave working together the previous day and Dave explained, Tiger was playing so well that we knew we couldnt catch him without a little help and we worked hard to support each other and get back in the tournament. Id be lying to say I hadnt hoped it would be me putting on the Green Jacket, but as I said Im very happy with my play. The interview continued for another ten minutes before they were all excused. Dave walked outside and found his family and friends waiting for him. Anne quickly tucked herself under his arm as he talked to his parents. They explained they were going out for supper and Dave asked if he could join them. He explained he needed to wait until Phil was finished with the Champions interview before the media interviewed him as the best amateur. The twins said they were driving back to campus and Alec and Shauna were going to drive with them. Dave hugged them all before he shook Alecs hand and thanked him again for his help. Alec said, Well get them next year. Dave simply nodded. His best friend left with Shauna and the twins. Dave went to the locker room and changed before he returned to wait with Anne and his parents for his interview. They all walked into the media tent to watch the end of Phils interview. Phil was very complimentary to Dave and actually credited their teamwork on the previous day for getting him back into the tournament. When Phils interview finally ended Dave took the podium and answered questions for thirty minutes. There were several reporters asking whether he would turn pro soon and Dave explained that his primary focus now was his studies and a second NCAA Championship for Wake Forest. The interview finally ended and Dave and Anne left the Augusta National Golf Course. They met his parents at the restaurant; Dave enjoyed the meal with his parents and Anne got along well with them. Dave wished them a safe trip home before he and Anne drove back to Wake Forest. They arrived late and crawled into bed together. Team practice the next morning was held without Dave. Alec fielded the excited questions from the group and they all looked forward to speaking to Dave at lunch time. Dave showered with Anne before he ate a quick breakfast and rushed to class. Anne had tried to convince him to skip class and sleep in but he insisted that after missing over a week he had to attend. He received numerous compliments during both morning classes and he thanked every student earnestly. Even the professors were stopping him in the hallways and congratulating him. When he finally reached the dining hall his group was all anxiously waiting for him and he described the week in detail. Darcy and Danielle were particularly excited for their close friend. Lunch passed quickly and Dave discovered that the Wake Forest team won without him when he heard the ceremonious cheer of DEMON DEACON GOLF! Darcy elaborated that he won the individual title as well and Dave congratulated him. His afternoon was similar to the morning classes and Dave received more congratulations. He went to team practice and again received more praise. He practiced hard with the team for several hours before returning to his room with Alec. Dave and Alec ate a quiet dinner with Shauna before Dave studied all evening. He was slowly catching up but knew he had to work hard each evening. The week passed quickly and Dave was soon on the road to Baden Lake, North Carolina for the ACC Championships. Will was still recovering from his back injury so the team was comprised of Devin, Darcy, Dave, Keith, and Alec. The Deacons cruised through the ACC and won easily. Dave, Darcy, and Alec all placed in the top ten while Keith and Devin finished tied for fifteenth. Coach Dawes was very pleased with the teams performance; he gave a speech very similar to the one he had given the previous year and told the golfers they had a month off from tournament play to finish the academic winter semester but to remain focused on the next tournament. The bus ride home was fairly quiet and the team didnt celebrate much as they were looking forward to the NCAA Regional Tournament in Orlando, Florida. After the ACC Dave fell into a routine of concentrating on practicing golf, studying, and swimming. Anne was disappointed he didnt have more time to go out with her but he calmly told her he had to remain committed to his studies and his golf. The morning practice group worked hard every day and the women were excited about their ACC victory they seemed to work even harder to get ready for their Eastern NCAA Regional, which they were hosting. The group also started playing practice rounds at Bryan Park Golf Course in Browns Summit, North Carolina, which was the host location for the womens regional. The course was a nice test of golf and Dave spent time with each woman on the team to make sure they were ready for the regional. The end of April brought final exams and Dave was confident he had caught up and was ready. He had learned a lot about allocating his time among his different classes and his golf he was sure that would help him in the future. The evening before finals began Dave and Alec sat in their apartment talking. They talked about the summer and how busy it would be with professional golf tournaments. They talked about Shauna and Anne and their future relationships with their girlfriends. When Dave went to bed he thought a lot about Anne; he really liked her but he wasnt sure if she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with his friends definitely did not think she was right for him. But he was determined to look at the situation from all views and make a mature decision. He had learned from his earlier mistakes where he had rushed to decisions and often allowed his emotions to control the situation. Alec had been right he allowed his emotions to control his relationships. He finally fell asleep thinking over his future with Anne; he hadnt made a permanent decision but he had looked at their relationship in detail.

Jill's Day Out By Gill Byrd. Chapter 1. The Summons. When she found the note someone had managed to tuck un-noticed into her pocket as she was shopping, Jill felt alarmed; it was him again! Sipping coffee in a nearby caf she read it carefully. The one who she thought of only as the Man wanted her again. Anxiety swept over her and she had to fight to regain calm. She told herself he wouldn't hurt her; he had always let her go again, hadn't he? It had begun nearly two years before, when Jill had been abducted on her way to a girl's night out. She had been dragged off the street with bewildering speed and force by an unseen attacker. The man had pulled her backwards by her hair, into a derelict shop. He was very strong and she was too afraid to resist. He had covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and warned her that she must never see his face. Her wrists had been held behind her back while he used thin cord to tie her thumbs together. She had caught only a brief glimpse, of his lower body, naked but for a t-shirt and work boots! The sight had shocked her; muscular thighs and legs topped by greying pubic hair and a thick, semi-erect uncircumcised penis whose large head seemed to be peeping from its hood of skin. From his voice she knew he was not a young man. He gave her orders in a terse matter of fact way, which she soon learned to obey without delay. Her early reluctance was punished immediately; he slapped her face hard and warned that when she was naked he would do the same to her breasts, a promise which he soon carried out. She cried but he told her he always carried out his threats and she learned not to displease him. In that stinking old building the terrified young woman was stripped and led around the room, as if being paraded. She was made to suck the penis she had seen briefly and then raped. He had even fucked her arsehole, something she had allowed her ex- husband Mark and her boyfriends to do only rarely and then by just entering the head of the penis. The man had had some difficulty opening her tiny anus, but with the liberal application of some sort of lubricant and much effort (and a good deal of suffering for the woman) he had managed to go in up to the balls. Jill had cried and begged for mercy but he showed neither sympathy nor irritation with her whining. Instead he had continued with each stage of her abuse coolly and methodically. The session ended after four long hours of pain and shame. She was allowed to lie on the hard floor until she felt strong enough to stand and dress herself. The blindfold was pulled off and she saw the man was wearing a full head mask and coveralls. He passed her a towel and told her to get cleaned up and then get the fuck home. She had not been allowed to keep her knickers. Although shocked and distressed she was not injured and since her husband was away at the time no one had seen her dis-dishevelled state. She had told no one about the attack. Jill had always considered herself a fairly strong person and soon put the memory out of her mind. But the Man had other plans. A few months after the abduction she received some photos in the post. They showed her performing sex acts on an unseen man, not her husband; there was no sign of coercion, it even looked as if she was enjoying it! But it was the letter that came with it that alarmed her more than the photos. It told her that she must submit to him at a time and place to be decided or the pictures would be sent to certain people who she would prefer didn't see them. When a short note arrived with details of a rendezvous and also a list of the items she must wear, she decided to obey. If he wanted to take her by force like before he would have done it. This meant he was not intending her any greater harm, didn't it? Terrified that she would be badly hurt or murdered but hoping he would release her, Jill had kept the engagement. Dressed as commanded, she had kept the date and had been raped again in much the same way as before. The man had used less violence than before, using her fear of him to obtain her cooperation. Now, though, he was less hurried, having been able to plan better in advance. Again she was released after many hours, without her underwear. She had been summoned on four occasions since then. Each time the letter arrived she became filled with nervous excitement, like a girl going on a date with a new boyfriend. The truth was; she had become accustomed to the sex, there was a contradictory sensation of freedom; she was free to indulge in extreme sensuality without any responsibility. He never hurt her very badly and he always released her when he had finished and, she reluctantly admitted to herself, she orgasmed during the performances. His attitude towards her had never softened however, and invariably treated her roughly and with obvious derision and spite. At times she had felt the sensation that a third party was watching or even taking part. Chapter 2. The Instructions. Now, sitting alone in the caf, she fought to remain calm. The note was typewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructions were clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspenders and stockings, but not panties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule; he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to step from them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time. She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like a girl receiving a love letter. Don't be stupid, she told herself, this is a terrorist demand. Today was Monday, he wanted her Wednesday of the same week but she would do it, of course. She always obeyed him. Wednesday came around. Jill showered and dried her hair, put on a little make-up and dressed as per the instructions, carrying a slim shoulder bag with some cash and her house keys. She left the house at nine a.m. and caught the bus into town. It felt strange, not wearing panties, sort of daring, and the air circulating under her dress felt pleasantly cool on her upper legs. She sat on the lower deck, not wanting anyone to follow her up the stairs and get an eyeful of her naked bottom. The directions led her to a part of town she had never visited. It was run-down and contained mainly derelict buildings. Following the written directions was easy enough and soon she was leaving the busy street and walking through a narrow alleyway, which opened onto a hidden, disused factory yard. High buildings, making it a warm sun trap, surrounded the yard. She was a little perturbed by the change of venue; previously the Man had always specified the same place for her visits. This was an unfamiliar area. Gathering up her courage, she obeyed the letter and took from her bag the blindfold and a length of thin nylon cord consisting of two loops and a slipknot. Leaving the bag on a windowsill, she took them to the centre of the yard where, after a quick glance around her, she put on the blindfold. Putting her hands behind her back she slipped the loop of the cord over her thumbs, and then pulled her hands slightly apart causing the knot to slide up tight, locking her thumbs together. She was now defenceless. Jill waited in the warm sunshine, hoping he would come soon; she felt vulnerable and a little foolish standing bound and blindfolded in a rough part of town. The Man had always arrived immediately she was in the required position, but today she seemed to be waiting a long time. Panic began to rise in her belly. Perhaps he wasn't able to be here; he might have been delayed or had an accident! What would she do if he didn't come? She began to struggle against the cord; she had to get free, had to get the blindfold off somehow. How would she explain her situation to a passer-by? She must find her way to the wall and try to scrape the blindfold off. She started to take a couple of tentative steps forward, fearing she would trip, when she heard footsteps. He was here! Relief flooded over her. Thank goodness! Her rapist had not abandoned her! She almost laughed with pleasure. "See, I told you!" a voice spoke, quietly, "I told you she'd be here!" "Fuckin' hell, I'd never have believed it". A louder, rougher voice, sounding surprised. She didn't recognize either voice! Who were these men? "The old fool was telling the truth, after all! And I conned him! I got his woman to hand herself over to me!" The voices seemed very close to her. She didn't recognize either of them. "Please help me!" she cried out, "I've been attacked, please untie me!" Hoping they would believe her. "No, girl you've not been attacked, not yet anyway. You came here by your own means. You're a volunteer!" Laughter followed. "Lets see if she followed all the instructions," said the first voice. A hand lifted her dress above her waist. Around her, unseen eyes took in the view. The large, round, firm bottom. The thick blonde bush of pubic hair. The shapely legs in the pale blue stockings. Then the dress was allowed to fall back. "Did you see? She's no panties on!" "Yeh! That means she's a good girl, obedient to the letter." "How come, Bernie? Surely it's dirty girls wear sussies without knickers?" "In this case it shows a dirty girl can be a good girl, don't worry about it." Jill felt a bitter embarrassment that she had allowed some strangers to see her like that. Who were these people? "Let's move. She stood where I told her to, but we've got to get her out of plain sight now." Her elbow was gripped and she was pulled stumbling, across the yard. She felt a coolness that meant they were in a shady place. "Let's see her properly, now!" Jill felt her thin shoulder straps snapping and the dress was pulled down her body, sliding to the ground. "Step out of it!" ordered a voice. When she didn't move a hand slapped her bottom, hard. She obeyed. Someone whistled softly. The young voice made an appreciative comment. "I want to see her face, properly", said the voice she was becoming accustomed to think of as the leader. The blindfold was pulled off quickly, sunlight causing her to blink myopically at her captors. She was surprised to see four people surrounding her. Two were men in their twenties, dressed scruffily in identical jeans and t-shirts, with eyes too close together, making them look like halfwits. A man in his fifties or even sixty-ish was standing with, of all things, a midget! The midget had the wrinkled, wizened face of an old man. All of them were staring intensely at her. They saw a woman of medium height, with fair hair and green eyes. Her breasts were full and pointy, the nipples standing out like small fingertips from areolas, which were wide and pink. The woman's shapely legs wore pale blue nylons, held up by a blue satin suspender belt, which fitted snugly across her belly just under the navel. Above the stocking tops, the sun shone on fine golden hairs adorning the skin No one spoke for a few moments, as if in awe at the sight of the beautiful captive. It was the older man who broke the silence, "Let's get a move on, before some-one sees us. This way, cunt - move!" he snarled. Jill was guided towards a narrow cobbled street, which led off the yard to a warren of back streets. She could see that, once in there she would have no hope of a passer-by seeing her predicament; she would be lost to the world. Self-preservation and panic made her move. Suddenly she turned and began to run across the cobbled yard, back to the street she had come from. For a moment the group froze, just watching the strange spectacle of Jill's big bottom bouncing as she ran in that comical stumbling short-stepped trot of a woman in high heels. The old one shouted, "Get her, Billy!" Jill ran as fast as she could manage, her breasts slapping painfully against her rib cage, but she had to get away from these horrible men! She had reached the alleyway; she could see people passing the other end, on the street! Before she could enter the narrow gap, the midget had grabbed her by the arm and swung her around. The man only came up to her elbow but his grip was painfully strong. "Bad cunt!" he hissed and then slapped her bottom three times. "You fat-arsed bitch! Cop that!" As they came back the men laughed to see he was pulling her by her pubic hair. "Good lad!" called the old one, "you can have a reward for that". "Can I, Bernie? What reward can I have?" Even though he was obviously an adult it was evident that Billy was retarded; not surprising, coming from a family like this, she thought. "What would you like," asked the old man. "Can I put my willie in her mouth?" the man asked shyly, "Now, before the others do it?" "Okay, but not now, we've got to get going." "Please, please let me do it now." the voice had begun to wheedle, horribly. The old man considered for a moment then said, "No, we've got to get her away from here, you'll get a turn with her later." The other two men were waiting, grinning inanely at her. Jill was scared, and angry; how dare these pigs kidnap her and order her around? In normal circumstances she would not give any of them the time of day, they would certainly not get the opportunity to see her naked! But these were not normal circumstances; Jill was in serious trouble. Chapter 3. The Van. The men quickly herded her like a cow to the cobbled side street, making sure she didn't have another opportunity to try to escape. At the end waited a dirty white Transit van, its doors open ready. She knew she was beaten; this was her transport to shame and, possibly, death. With her head bowed and tears running down her cheeks she was pushed in to dark interior. She was forced to sit on a dirty rug with her back against the front bulkhead. The two weird brothers climbed in the front and Billy and Bertie climbed in the back with Jill. The engine started and the van moved off slowly. "Where are you taking me?" asked Jill, "please let me go!" Neither of them answered but Billy said to the old man. "Can I have my reward now, before we get to the farm?" Bertie said, "Yes, as good time as any for it. Cunt, suck him off!" The misshapen little man jumped to his feet, unzipping his flies as he moved. He pulled his grubby jeans down his bandy legs to his knees and thrust his hips at her face; he wasn't wearing underpants. The woman stared in disgust at the huge, erect cock with its hairy pink balls, which were all out of proportion to the rest of his body. Previously, with her "proper" master she had been blindfolded throughout the entire duration of her abuse. At the time she had thought this made everything worse. Not knowing what her assailant looked like, or where she was or what he was preparing all made her more frightened because her imagination added to her woes. But now, seeing the mad faces of her abductors, seeing as well as smelling the cock thrust at her mouth, seeing down her own body's nakedness were all things she would be glad to be protected from. She could barely bring herself to look at their faces; she wished she had the blindfold to hide behind. "Do it!" he commanded. Jill didn't move. Bertie told Billy,"Bitches are stupid, Billy. Sometimes they need teaching what to do. But remember this; never tell them twice!" He slapped the woman hard across the face, then again with the backhand. Jill's head snapped back against the bulkhead banging the back of her head painfully. "She'll have got the message now!" said Bernie. He was right; Jill leaned forward immediately and took Billy's penis into her mouth. It didn't taste too bad, just a coating flavour of piss and sweat and she soon sucked it clean of that. Billy pushed his hips forward and she gagged. He pulled back again and she was able to suck hard. She felt his cock twitch against her cheek, he gasped and jerked back, pulling the knob clear of her lips and a squirt of warm cum shot into her eye and ran down her cheek, making a snail trail. "Oh! Brilliant, oh that was great!" he gasped. "Dirty bitch," snarled Bernie, "she loves sucking cock, can't get enough. All right, clean his knob and then he can put it away." Jill obeyed; she sucked on the end of his penis, removing any drops of the sticky cum still remaining. Roughly, Billy pushed her head away and fastened his pants, disgusted with her and himself for his weakness for her. The van, which had been moving slowly, with lots of short stops as if for junctions now stopped again, but this time she heard the handbrake being applied. She felt fear grip her again; something was about to happen, and she was not ready for it. Bernie got up as the van doors were opened from outside by the two brothers. Billy was ordered to stay with the van, in case the traffic wardens came along. "Come on, girl, haircut time". She was guided out, puzzled, they hadn't gone far. She recognized the back street they were in; it provided a narrow access to some of the shops on the towns' main street! As she was ushered through an iron door and up a stairway she thought of the many times she had been this way fully dressed in normal times. The men were all behind her and she was aware of them as they followed looking up at her vagina. She tried to keep her thighs squeezed together. At the top the stairs shared a landing with a flight of steps, which led down to the front of the building. A door led off the landing, on the glass was sign written, "Barber". Chapter 4. Short, Back And Sides? The naked woman was ushered into the room. Only Bernie came in with her. The barber, an old man, was sat in a corner drinking tea. He looked up from his newspaper. "Ahh! She turned up then." he remarked. "And very nice she is, too". "Yeh, she turned up, she's a dirty bitch though!" said Bernie. "Oh? How, dirty?" "Well, you know I told you the old guy said she does everything she's told? Well, she does anything, without being told, she loves it, the bitch!" The barber looked doubtful but seemed impressed all the same. "So, she just presented herself like that, naked?" he asked. "No, I've stripped her, but she only had a dress on. `Course, she thought she was meeting her boyfriend, didn't you luv?" "So, you want me to shave her, yes? Baby smooth, hmm?" "That's right. She has to be bald for what we have in store for her." "Okay then. Put her on the bench." He indicated a tatty, leather covered bench standing against the wall. Bernie moved it out a bit and then positioned Jill on it, pushing her onto her back. The old barber stropped a cut-throat razor as he spoke. "It's lucky I had no customers when you came in." "It's all the same to this cunt," said Bernie, "she would just have had an earlier start than expected, that's all. She would just have to take her chances. She's already sucked Billy off!" "Has she? That well-hung ugly little cunt! Suppose I fuck her in lieu of payment, then, hmm?" "No chance, nobody fucks it until she's done her turn for us. Now get on with it or the day will have gone before she has the chance to show us what she can do!" The barber brought a shaving mug with brush and crouched beside her, pulling her knees wide apart. "This will tickle a bit, dear," he told Jill. He whipped up a thick lather and applied it to Jill's pubes with a dabbing motion of the brush. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by the intimacy of this new stranger with her pussy. The man whistled softly as he scraped the razor over her upper thighs, moving slowly towards her vaginal lips. He flicked the razor at the floor occasionally to clear it of the soap and hairs. Jill was terrified he would cut her but he was careful not to. "So, I gather the old guy told you he was blackmailing this woman for kinky sex then?" he asked Bernie. He was holding her cunt lips together between his fingers; he pulled them outwards so he could get at the nooks and crannies with his razor. Jill felt her internal muscles twitching; she hoped she wouldn't start to respond visibly to this man's ministrations. "Let's just say I found out about his little game, and decided to move in." "Hmm. So what have you got planned for her today? She's very pretty, you won't spoil her, will you?" asked the barber, casually. "Mind yer own fuckin' business will ya? Just get that snatch shaved and keep yer nose out!" snarled Bernie. The old man continued his work in silence, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on his task. Just then, one of the two brothers came in. "Bernie, there's a traffic warden in the street, she wants us to move the van! I told her you had the key." "Ok, I'd better come down with you. We'll take the van round the block a few times and then come back when she's gone. I'll leave this halfwit to keep an eye on the bitch," he told the barber, "I'll be back in about twenty minutes!" He left the room, shutting the door behind him. The barber had removed all trace of stubble. He dried Jill's skin with a towel. The halfwit stood staring at the woman until the barber told him, "There's a beer in the fridge in the back room. You can have it if you stay in there 'till I call you back in." The man went off without a word, closing the back room door. The barber pulled Jill to a sitting position and pulled out his penis. It was thick and only semi-hard. Uncircumcised, it resembled a thick, one-eyed slug. Jill opened her mouth and he put it inside. Immediately, she felt the penis stiffen. She sucked as hard as she could while the man wanked at its root, it tasted slightly of men's haircream. They knew there wasn't much time before Bernie returned. It became very hard and long. The man wanked vigorously, while thrusting deep into her mouth. He exploded into her throat, hot cum making her cough, forcing it back out through her nose like a gush of white snot. The man pulled out and wiped himself with the towel, then wiped the girl's nose and mouth for her. "You are a good girl aren't you? Do you suck every cock you see?" "I've learned to be available; I don't want another beating!" The old man looked at her with some sympathy, "You're having a bad time aren't you girl? "Please, tell me; where are they taking me? What will they do, please; I'm scared!" The man didn't answer immediately. He picked up a jar and took off the lid. Scooping out a blob of cream, he began applying it to her now bald pubes. "All I can say is, you just have to take what they dish out. If you fight back, they'll enjoy it even more. But you are in for a very hectic time, girl!" At that moment the door opened and Bernie returned. He looked at Jills open thighs, the barber gently rubbing the cream into the skin. "Not finished! What the fuck have you been doing?" he asked. "Just some skin cream. A little pomade?" he asked, "it's not a stingy one, and it's very soothing". "Okay, just get it done with." Bernie was obviously feeling very stressed. "Just finishing her off properly, Bernie. Making her look pretty. All done now." Bernie pulled her to her feet. Jill asked for a glass of water, "I'm very dry, please let me have a drink." "Okay, but be quick!" The old man held the glass to her lips and she drank it all in one gulp. Some sloshed down her chest because she couldn't hold the glass. The water rinsed some of the sticky cum that clogged her throat, and she felt better. Bernie took a moment to examine the barber's work and to stroke the bare pussy with the front and back of his hand. He seemed satisfied. "Let's go," he commanded and pushed her out through the door. The halfwit came stumbling from the back, brushing biscuit crumbs from his chest. The others were waiting at the foot of the stairs and formed a screen as she was put back into the van. Jill was placed on the floor, lying on her left side. Bernie, Billy and one of the two halfwit brothers got in with her. They sat with their backs wedged against the van walls. They watched her in silence; she tried to keep her thighs tight together to stop them seeing her vagina lips. As the van drove to its destination the tension in the van began to increase. Billy was becoming impatient, he kept asking when they would arrive; when could they start with the show? Bernie told him to fuckin' shut up! He sat quietly for a few minutes and moved close to her, looking between her legs. "She's only got a little cunt-hole, Bernie; will she be able to do it with Peter?" "Got no choice, pal," the man told him, "she's gonna have to. But you're right; she does have a neat twat. Let's see it properly, cunt!" He gave her a jab in the ribs with his foot. Billy, always eager to torment the helpless woman pulled her ankles apart, rolling her partly onto her back to give the men a better view. Jill lay exposed to them, wondering what they meant as they discussed the size and shape of her cunt lips, its proximity to her anus, the shape of her bottom and other personal details. The conversation lapsed and the only sounds were from the van as it made its way unhurriedly. After a while Bernie checked his watch then said, "Lets start getting her ready. Billy; you can do the right tit. Izzy, you do the left." He threw each man a thick elastic band and pulled the woman up and sat her on a wooden crate. The dwarf and the half-wit lifted their allotted breast and looped their bands over them, moving them up against her chest so they were tight. Jill cried out as the skin was nipped. Soon, her breasts began to swell and redden. Her nipples became even more erect. "Please don't leave those on; it gets so painful!" "So you've been tit tied before have you? How come; just a little self-bondism with hubby? Or did the old man like to tie your titties up?" "The Man does it. He sometimes leaves them on for ages; it's agony when he takes them off. Please take them off!" "No. They stay on for a little while longer; I want your tits to stand out like cannons and your nipples to stick out like chapel coat-pegs." The men all laughed at his joke. Chapter 5. Destination? "Okay cunt, time to earn your keep," said Bernie. He leant her forward while her thumbs were untied. The blood flowing back to her hands caused her some pain. The van began to rock as it left the metalled road for a rough track. After another twenty minutes or so it crossed a cattle-grid and shortly after it came to a sudden stop. "Do your face up, cunt!" snapped Bernie, handing her the make-up compact from her handbag. In the dimness of the van she used the small mirror to reapply some lipstick and mascara. It was difficult, trying to work, with her breasts sticking out so high. As soon as she had finished she was pulled to her feet and dragged to the rear doors. A moment later the doors were pulled open from the outside and bright sunlight shone down on her as she was pushed out onto the step'' She was surprised to see that it was still early, probably noon. "Keep your feet wide apart so the boys can see your cunt!" ordered Bernie. The "boys" were a large gang of rough-looking men standing in a semi-circle. Some drank from beer cans or smoked cigarettes, a few looked as half-witted as the two gormless brothers. A murmur of approval greeted her appearance. An old man in his late sixties pushed to the front of the gang. "Nice looking woman, Bernie. Get her out here and turn her round so we can see the goods." Jill was pushed forward so she had to jump down the couple of feet to the ground, causing her breasts to bounce pleasingly. Her hands were held out to the sides and she was made to pirouette a couple of times so a clear view of her body was available to all. The old man stroked her belly lovingly, and then dipped to her bald pussy, causing her to flinch. "Easy girl," laughed the old man,"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want see how smooth you've been made." "Come on, let's get her on or Peter won't have time to show us half of what he's got!" snapped Bernie with impatience. Her wrists were grabbed and she was led at a jog across the uneven yard of a derelict looking farm. Her breasts and bottom jiggled to the delight of the men who trotted along to the sides and rear. She was brought to the centre of the yard where stood a pair of upright metal posts about five feet apart cemented into the earth. A horizontal wooden rail, about four inches in diameter, was fixed between the posts at waist height and Jill was positioned standing with her belly button pressed against it. The old man was kneeling by her side. "This is my favourite bit!" he said to anyone, "Come on cunty, spread `em!" Her ankles were pulled apart and tied to the uprights with thin rope. The old man then pushed himself painfully to his feet and moved around to her front were he took her wrists in one hand and placed the loop of another rope over them and tightened the slipknot so it rested between them. He then began to walk backwards slowly, playing out the rope on the ground. At about ten feet he began to pull in the slack until Jill had to hold her arms out in front, then to lean forward. The man, grinning evilly, then pulled hard on the rope, jerking her forward against the rail. When she was leaning well over the rail he began to heave on the rope, pulling her arms out in front until her belly was resting on the rail. He passed the end of the rope through an iron ring set in a slab of concrete in the ground and tied it off. As he worked he gave a continual narrative, describing the procedure to the nearest men. "You see," he was saying, "a woman's body stretches remarkably under such tension as she will be put. The ropes have to be very tightly strung or she will thrash about, possibly damaging herself." Jill was now stretched over the rail, her head lower than her bottom, her arms out in front, with her breasts hanging down away from her ribcage and her ankles fastened wide apart. She had never felt so exposed in her life! Part 2. Chapter 6. Peter As she hung, immobilised with the warm sunshine on her back, the naked woman took a look around her. She couldn't see much, because of the men who surrounded her, blocking her view. They were all enjoying this opportunity to gawp at a bare and helpless woman. To her dismay, a small misshapen figure approached her, the midget, Billy. He stood in front, gazing at her breasts and belly, his gnomish face only inches from her. She couldn't stand him so close. "Wont be long now, Blondie," he said in his strange piping voice, "and then it'll be my turn to have you to myself. Just you and me". "Get away from me, I hate you, you horrid little monster!" she screamed. The little mans face twisted in anger and humiliation. He lashed out with his hand, slapping first one breast, then the other. He was about to hit her in the face when Bernie grabbed him and pulled him away. "Not now! Calm down, Billy. Your turn will come later. Just watch the show, get yourself a beer." With a glance of extreme evilness at her the miniature rapist waddled away. Bernie also turned as if to leave. "Please Bernie, take off the bands; don't leave me like this,"she called. He considered for a moment, then he took a penknife from his pocket and pulled at each band, scratching her both times and cut the rubber bands. They "twanged" against the livid red skin. Then he left, with the air of a man with things to organise. Her breasts tingled as the blood began to flow again. Behind her someone was stroking her leg. She tried to look back over her shoulder but found it easier to lower her head down and peer through her dangling breasts and open thighs. The world was upside down but she could see little of what was behind her. It was the old man who had tied her over the bar. He was gently moving his hand over the skin between her stocking tops and her vagina. Sometimes he used his fingers, sometimes the palm and the back of his hand. His touch felt kind, almost loving. It was the closest she had been to genuine human contact all day. He shocked her momentarily, when he spat onto her vaginal lips! But then he continued his gentle ministrations and the wetness made his touch even smoother. "Take no notice of that sawn-off little bastard, I'll look after you" he said. Jill felt her body respond to the soothing voice and touch. Her cunt lips pouted and she felt her juices begin to flow a little. Oh no, she thought, don't let them see me react like this. Her pussy had always been very sensitive to the touch of a lover, or even just the thought of a man looking at her sex. Despite herself she began to move her bottom to the man's hand, at least within the limits of her bonds. Unseen behind her he sniggered silently to himself. Her wetness began to increase and her cunt-lips twitched as the manipulation continued. The man crouched and placing his mouth over her vagina began to lick and suck vigorously. To gain further access he used his thumbs to pull her lips apart. She felt as if he would turn her inside out! The crowd had been watching with interest but now seemed to be distracted by something on the other side of the crowd. A loud murmur began to rise, like at a sports match when the first team comes onto the pitch. Jill wasn't really interested as the old man playing with her cunt held her attention. She saw from the corner of her eye, a gap open in the line of men on her left. Through the gap came Bernie, leading a small donkey. Although the sight meant nothing to her, Jill saw the men were looking at the donkey and then at her, knowingly. It was as if they were waiting for her to catch on to whatever was going on. Well, what was going on, she wondered? She watched it approach. It looked a little odd, what was it? She noticed its' belly and chest had been shaved, leaving tufts of coarse hair in places. It reminded her of her own visit to the barber; what had that been about? As it came closer she saw its' penis was hanging down, but becoming stiffer and as thick as a mans wrist. The head was a queer, fat mushroom shape and black and shiny like oiled leather. The shaft was patchy, pink and black. She heard someone say "and that's why she has to be shaved. We don't want pubic hair getting in the way." Forcing herself to look away from the donkeys' dick, she looked at the nearest men. The expectancy on their faces triggered her realisation! "No! Oh for goodness sake no! Not that!" She began to scream, "I'll do anything, anything at all but not that! Oh please, please don't do this to me, ohhhhhhh!" Despite her bonds she began to throw herself from side to side and to strain with all her strength against the ropes. A hand slapped her bottom, very hard, startling her into silence. "Don't be such a baby! Big girl like you needs a cock like Peters once in a while." It was the old man, who continued caressing her thighs and cunt. "Look at you, in your sussies and stockings; dressed for fucking! Nobody wears them things who ain't up for it. We like our bitches to dress up for a shagging by Peter. You asked for it and now you're gonna get it, so stop whingeing and start doing yer stuff!" His words baffled her. Did he expect her to cooperate, to accept the awful fate they had prepared for her? "You're mad!" she screamed, "You're all mad, let me go. Do you hear me? Let me go, you mad bastards!" Chapter7. Ohhh! The audience didn't seem offended by her remarks. They were more interested in the donkey, which had now been led around and was now behind her. It no longer needed to be led; in fact it was now pulling its handlers by the rope attached to its halter, eager to close in on the waiting woman. Jill looked through her thighs again and saw it suddenly rear up like a circus pony and take a couple of steps on its hind legs. Then it crashed down onto her back, crushing the wind out of her lungs. "Ooooh!" she gasped. She thought she would suffocate with the weight on her ribs and belly, but the two half-wit brothers took some of the load by supporting the animals' front legs up by its shoulders. They settled the animal down so its belly rested on her back. She was totally fixed in position now and when a blunt, warm force pressed against her cunt, panic surged over her, but she could do nothing to move away from it. Tears formed in her eyes. "Please don't do this to me," she begged, "I don't deserve this. I'll do whatever you like, but don't let a donkey fuck me! Suppose it was you're wife or daughter!" But no one was interested. Fingers pulled her pussy apart to give the huge cock easier access and she squealed as the head pushed at her entrance. "Oh no! No! I can't do this; I've never had a baby! My hole's too small!" "Just try to relax your muscles and let it happen", said the old man into her ear, "Peter knows what he's doing." But the wide, flat head stalled against her cunt lips. She felt something cool being sprayed on them; a lubricant? The donkey had paused for a moment but then he lunged forward and now his dick slid deep into her belly. Jills cunt lips were forced deep inside her along with the cock-head. She felt like she was being split in two. "URRRGHH!" she gasped, feeling as if she was going to spew up what little food she had eaten that morning, which seemed so long ago now. The donkey, confident now that he was safely inside her warm, tight cunt began to pull his hips back until the head of his cock almost came out completely but then plunged back into her, not giving her cunt lips time to flip out. Jill could hardly believe she had taken the full length of it. Now Peter began to find a rhythm, slow at first, allowing the stuffed woman to become accustomed to the massive intruder. Jill began to think perhaps this wasn't too bad; she could cope with this. She was able to prepare herself as each thrust approached, taking the violent crash of his large balls as the signal that the last onslaught was over. The men studied her expression. They saw the lovely young woman's face relax. She bit her lip gently, as if in concentration. She looked as if she might be enjoying it! Jill knew what they were thinking, but she didn't care. She had to get through this any way she could. The shame burned deeply inside her but none of this was her fault. As the deep fucking continued, Jill became conscious of a new phenomenon. Her clitoris, always a very sensitive organ, was trapped between the cock and the wall of her vagina. As the huge penis moved, it was being rolled forward and back, as if between a mans finger and thumb. It began to spread a warmth through her cunt. She had to respond, she could not ignore it. Oh no! Please don't let them see this! An involuntary grunt came from her throat, "Ugh!" Oh no, don't moan! She told herself, but straight off came another, longer grunt like a furrowing sow. "Ughhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!" The donkey, as if picking up on her passion, began to fuck more quickly, rubbing her clit more and more vigorously. She hauled on the rope around her wrists, pulling herself up so that her feet left the ground slightly, the cords cutting into her ankles. Cameras flashed; they were taking photos! A man was pointing a video camera at her face! She didn't care, all she knew was; she had to satisfy the unbearable itch in her cunt! "Oooohhhh! Oh! Oh please no, no, no! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard, ohhhh!" Her muscles were bulging in her shoulders, arms, down her sides. Her thighs and calves were rippling with the effort and sweat prickled out all over her skin. The men began to shout encouragement. "Fuck her good, Peter!" "Shove her cunt up through her throat!" She could see some men had their cocks out, wanking furiously, as they screamed hate at her. "She's asked for this, the bitch, and now she's getting it!" The words cut into her; she hadn't asked for anything, she didn't deserve to be treated like this. These monsters had no respect for her, none at all. Probably hated all women. The donkey doubled his efforts, fucking like a machine. The tufts of hair on his belly, stiff and containing burrs of dried weeds, scratched along her back, causing her more pain. Her face became a twisted mask of lust, drool dripped from the side of her mouth. She looked like the slut she had become. Mated with the beast, she became beast herself. Her body undulated against her lovers stinking, hairy, belly. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" A voice, close to her ear snarled, "You love it, don't you! You love it don't you, you dirty bitch?" It was Bernie, crouching to the side, his face a study of hate. "Yes, I love it!" she screamed. "Don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me! Oooowww! I'm cummmming, I'm cummmmmming!" She threw back her head and held her whole body taught against the ropes, the rail and the animals' body as waves of orgasm spread over her from her cunt. She had never used such language before but no man had ever had equipment like Peters. At that moment the huge cock penetrated deeper than ever and stopped suddenly as its hot jism spurted into her belly. The donkey snorted, relaxed, and let its whole weight rest on her back. Jill made a soft "oh" sound as the stinking hot cum filled her, then found its way back along her tunnel and gushed out around the big black stopper and poured down her thighs, coating her stockings down to her knees. Jills' body hung down inertly and she vomited a small amount of yellow bile. Peter decided it was now time for his feed and pushed himself backwards, kicking her painfully in the ribs as he freed himself. As his cock flopped out of her cunt, a fresh gush of cum splashed out of her and onto the ground. Cameras continued to flash for a while as the tired donkey plodded away. Then the crowd lost interest and began to disperse. The two half-wits decided to take their turns and fucked her in turn, but after the donkey she felt hardly anything. Perhaps she passed out. After an unknown amount of time she became aware that her wrists and ankles were being released. It was Bernie and the ugly little Billy. "What a screamer! I didn't think women used such words," said the dwarf. "What a stink!" said Bernie, "who's ever gonna want to get near this bitch again?" They pulled her to an upright stance. "I do, Bernie," said the midget, "I want her to myself for a little while." "Okay," replied Bernie, "take this donkey fucking girl and do what you have to do. Then come and tell me when you've finished." End of part 2. Part 3. Day Trips End? Jill was devastated. Not Billy! She couldn't stand being left with him, of all these awful people! But she daren't say anything to antagonise him further. "Come on, cunt!" snapped Billy, as he led the way, waddling along on his horrible bent legs. Jill followed on weak legs, a feeling of being completely empty in her stomach. As she walked painfully behind him she realised that, for the first time since she had been abducted, she wasn't tied up. But she knew that, bound or not, she was still his property, there was nowhere to run to; escape was not an option. Wearily she followed her diminutive master past pig-pens and chicken runs and into a large wooden building. The buildings floor was covered in muck and old straw. The walls were decorated by what at first sight looked like newspaper cuttings and pictures taken from magazines and posters, the sort that told you what film was on at the cinema. "Stand there, cunt!" ordered Billy, indicating a spot between two rows of high metal shelving racks. As she waited she focused on the walls. With a jolt she realised that the pictures were hundreds of photos of women being raped and tortured! She stared, fascinated by the scenes displayed before her. There was a woman, hanging by her ankles from a ceiling, her legs wide apart and a huge pepper-pot, the sort you saw in Italian restaurants, sticking out of her vagina. She recognised one the half-wit brothers standing by her while she sucked on his penis! The same woman, a statuesque redhead, was in other pictures showing her being whipped and caned. And there she was again, in a series of shots showing her being dragged to the same wooden bar that Jill had been bent over. And a donkey on her back, its penis embedded deep inside her. Jill could tell that it wasn't Peter; it was a different colour and quite a lot smaller. How many rapist donkeys did they have here? There were many different women, all well proportioned with large breasts and bottoms, and all naked or being stripped of their clothes. Some pictures showed women being hung by ropes tied around their breasts, their skin turning blue and the nipples bulging outwards as if about to burst! Oh no! Please don't let them do that to me, she begged silently. Billy returned, carrying ropes. He smirked at the sight of the naked woman obediently awaiting her owner's pleasure. Stooping, he looped ropes around her ankles, scraping the raw skin painfully. He pulled each foot well apart until she was standing in a deep split, and tied the ends off on the racks. Next, he retied her wrists behind her back and, throwing the end over a beam, pulled on it until she was again bent sharply at the hips, but now with no support under her belly. He tied off the end of the rope so her arms were pulled up straight, tearing at the ligaments of her shoulders. Again he wandered off, leaving her alone. This time he returned with a wooden milk crate, which he placed on the ground behind her. He undid his pants and let them fall, kicking them off his feet. His ugly fat cock was growing solidly erect before her eyes. Jill's shoulder joints were burning hellishly and she wished he would get on with whatever he was going to do. Suddenly she screamed with pain as a fierce burning scorched across her back. He was whipping her! It was a wet rope with a knot tied in the end. "Oh Billy, please don't do that!" she cried out. He ignored her and applied the rope again. This time the knot popped against her nipple. She screamed and screamed again with every stroke of the rope, which he aimed so as to stripe every inch of her back and bottom. After a few minutes of this torture her screams began to subside to whimpers and then to no sound from her lips at all. As soon as she fell silent the whipping ceased. "Fucking bitch! I thought you'd never get enough!" He threw the rope to one side then climbed onto the wooden crate. She felt his rough hands pulling the cheeks of her bottom apart, and then the head of his cock was placed against the entrance to her anus. "Billy, please no! That's not fun!" she called as she realised what was about to happen. He pushed at her and the large cock-head forced her arsehole wide open, making her cry out again. "Course its fun, you stupid cunt!" he grunted, as he shoved it further up her. "I can stand the shit if you can stand the pain!" He laughed at his joke. Jill tried to shit the cock out but it just made him groan with pleasure and took his dick further in. She felt his balls touching her cunt. Now he was securely inside her he gripped her hips firmly and lifted one leg and wrapped it around her thigh, locking his heel against her leg. Then he did the same with the other foot. After a moment in which he seemed to be relishing the warm comfort of her arse hole, he began to fuck. In out in out. He fucked her vigorously, stepping up to stand on the back of her calf muscles. Jill had never felt anything like it before. The pressure in her arse tickled her cunt and she began to respond to him, pushing her bottom back against his cock, trying to rub her clit against him. "Ooh, Billy! Fuck me harder, fuck me you ugly little turd! Make me cummmm!" she screamed. Billy began to work his thick, stubby cock in a circular motion, reaming her burning arsehole. "Take my jizz, you fuckin' piece of shit!" screamed Billy as his cock gushed its hot spunk into her bowels, burning her raw hole. Despite the pain, she was engulfed by the hot pleasure overcame her, almost causing her to pass out. "Ooh, keep going, keep going! Ohhhh! I'm cumming!" A surge of heat ran through her whole body before she began to shudder and shake, moaning and gurgling like someone having a fit. And then, she sagged, making her burning shoulders feel as if they were being ripped out of the joints. She felt him collapse onto her back as he spent himself. Then her anus burned once more and closed a little as he pulled himself free and dropped to the floor. Shit and cum dripped from her anus, stinking even worse than the donkeys scummy fluid. He walked to a water tap and drank from the spout. She could see his cock hanging loosely halfway to his knees. Wearily the midget pulled his pants back on, then untied the fucked, beaten woman with the scratched, whip-striped skin. "Please, Billy! You'll let me go now, won't you? Please take me home. You've done everything you wanted to," she begged. For an answer billy tossed a small, rolled bundle to her which she caught clumsily. "Take off the sussies and stockings, then put it on," he commanded. It was a dress, made of very thin cotton, but it was clean and smelled of washing-powder. She obeyed him, unclipping the belt and rolling down the stockings. She threw the soggy, stinking nylons to the ground. "Get a move on, cunt!" Billy snapped at her; he seemed to be on edge. Jill took it by the bottom hem and pulled it over her head. It fitted loosely, showing a lot of cleavage, and reached to her knees. The material was so thin, her body was totally visible through it. Her nipples were clearly defined, pushing out the material. It seemed ages since she had worn clothes, but being naked didn't bother her anymore. "It's nearly over, cunt. Just come with me without any fuss and you'll be done." His words gave her no comfort and she felt a chill dread that she hadn't felt before, even the times the Man had summoned her. Not even when she had been waiting, helplessly for him to arrive and Bernie and Billy had turned up. Before he led her away he re-tied her wrists behind her back but, also tied her elbows securely together as if he wanted to be sure she was unable to struggle. She followed him, feeling hopeless as he led her out of the filthy building. As she left she glimpsed another collage of photos. She thought she saw a woman in a white dress standing on a gallows with a hangman's rope around her neck! Before she could study the whole series of photos Billy snapped at her again to hurry and she moved on quickly. Had she really seen such a scene? Perhaps she had simply been mistaken? Was it just a fantasy scene, or from a movie? Surely they wouldn't hang a woman? Oh no! She was wearing the same dress; did they intend to hang her? Billy led her back out into the yard but this time took her round the corner of the building and up a path at the side of it. As they rounded the rear she was shocked to see the same gang of men were watching her approach. She groaned inwardly, what methods of raping her had they got waiting for her now? The crowd was strangely silent, without the cat-calls and abusive comments she had received previously. Then she saw the gallows! It was the same as in the photos! She stopped for a moment but Billy came back and pulled her forwards by her elbow. He seemed different somehow; he couldn't look her in the eye as if ashamed of what he was doing. The crowd parted to let her through to the foot of the gallow steps. At the top she could see one of the halfwit brothers holding the noose. It was a proper one, like she'd seen in western movies, with the end of the rope coiled around itself. So she was going to hang! Suddenly she didn't care anymore; she had had enough of the torments that this gang of evil bastards had done to her. Let them hang her and it would be all over. She climbed the wooden steps quickly, as if in a hurry. At the top she found that Billy had followed her up. "What do you want now, you fucking little sawn-off twat? Need to get a close-up view?" she spat at him. He didn't look at her as he answered, " I get to fuck you as you dangle. It's the rule for a first-timer." Jill looked at him with disgust, "Of course you do.What else should I have expected. And you, you fucking moron," she said to the halfwit, "I hope you know what you're doing; just make sure it's over quickly." For the first time she heard the man speak, "I do all the hangin's; it's the only thing I'm good at." His breath stank worse than a dog. "Just get on with it!" she murmured. The man dropped the noose over her head and slid the knot against her neck. He helped to position her feet on the trap-door by gripping her ankles one at a time and moving them to his preferred position. The tightly bound woman waited for what seemed like an eternity for the man to pull the lever and drop her down the trap. She had decided that when she felt the trap begin to open she would leap into the air as high as she could; hopefully the extra drop would break her neck and save her from slow strangulation. What was keeping the half-wit? She looked at him and saw he was staring out at something behind the audience. She followed his gaze. A well-dressed man was talking to Bernie, who looked angry. She saw Bernie make a gesture towards the gallows and the half-wit began to remove the noose, his face a picture of disappointment. Jill was, strangely, angry. "What are you doing, you stupid fucker? Get it over with! Stop torturing me you bastard!" Bernie was climbing the steps. At the top he addressed the men. "Boys! I don't have to tell you who has joined us and to whom I've been speaking?" He paused, waiting for an affirmative from the audience. "Well, Mr**** has pointed out that hanging this lady would be a criminal waste of cunt so she's getting a reprieve. Now he knows that you are going to feel cheated out of your entertainment, so he is going to order in a truckload of beer and a mountain of pizza! And, while we're waiting for it, he's going to let you all have a slice of the little blonde girl who is waiting in the Volvo back in the yard." The men began to cheer, "Just don't whip her too hard, okay?" Bernie finished and the men began to make their way to the unsuspecting woman. The stranger joined Bernie and the others on the gallows. Bernie began to wheedle, "What's so special about this bitch, Mr****? Why don't you want us to hang her; it's the men's favourite finale to a donkey fuck? I mean, nobody wants a woman that's been done by Peter." The man spoke quietly and authoritatively. "Bernie, how often do you find a female like this? She's smart; dressed or naked. She regularly obeyed a complete stranger whenever he sent for her, even though he was a violent wanker. This woman is special; she's obedient, and she can take any amount of cock, even that mad fucking donkey of yours and her cunt still snaps back tight as a drum skin. Anyway, she appeals to me and that's why I'm taking her off you and leaving my girlfriend with you." "Okay sir, if that's what you want then you got it, of course." "That's right, so you can all go and join your friends in the yard, while there's something of the blonde left for you." The three men started down the steps, "Not you, Billy! First you can untie this lady and then find her a coat; I'm sure you have some ladies clothes in the house." Billy obeyed with alacrity, fumbling as he hurriedly untied Jill's ropes. Then he bounded off to the house. The man led Jill down the gallows steps and along the far side of the barn. Before they reached the car, a breathless Billy met them carrying a blue raincoat. "This the best you could find?" the man grumbled, Billy paled and gabbled something about he would try and get something better. "Don't bother, you stupid sawn-off little twat. I should have got the twin to do it. Fuck off and get a piece of the action." Billy shambled off. The car was standing alone, the man helped her into the front passenger seat. "Where are you taking me?" Jill asked fearfully. "For now you are just going to have a long bath and then a meal. After a nights rest you will be taken home. We'll discuss your future duties over coffee next week. In the meantime you can forget about Bernie and his gang; you're off bounds to him forever. And Bernie has told me about the first guy who took you for training. He will be removed from the picture. From now on, I will be your only Master and you'll obey only me," Neither of them spoke for the rest of the journey. The End?

The Auction. By Gill Byrd. Part 1. "But why an auction? It's just making me into a prostitute!" Jill had her angry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig her heels in. "No, it won't!" Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get his beautiful wife to go along with the plan. "What it is, er, is instead of the old seedy thing of throwing the men's car keys onto a table and then letting the women pick up a key at random, the men bid for the woman of their choice. This way, the men get a chance to have a choice of who they take, the husbands might make a bit of money if their wife is a good looker. And the women get a chance to be paraded in front of an audience," he finished lamely. Jill still didn't seem convinced. " Oh yes, and what about any unfortunate women who don't get bought; they are going to be mortified. And the husband who might be left with his own wife!" she put a hand to her mouth, stifling an involuntary smile. "That won't happen. Only good-looking women are invited to compete, and of course all the men will want a woman for the night. That's why they're going, after all," explained Mark. He knew that his wife's objections were mainly just a show of reluctance; she was as keen on this as he was. They had agreed in principle to go to a swinger's party, ages ago but were only now getting the details sorted out. "So I go on show in front of a load of randy old goats and then get taken off by the one with the most money?" Mark shrugged, "I suppose that's about it, but I promise that none of the men are going to be too ugly for you to stomach." Jill seemed to be giving it some thought. "Okay, lets do it, if that's what you want." Mark relaxed, letting his breath out slowly, not wanting his wife to see his relief. Later, over drinks, they began to discuss the details. Mark explained that the auction would take place at a local motel, in the evening. The place had a small cabaret room with a low stage on which the women would be displayed. It would be like a sort of Miss World contest, in that they would each be brought on singly, then as a group and then singly again for the bidding. "Will we all be naked all the time?" Jill asked. "Well, all the details haven't been finalised yet but you'll probably keep your clothes on, at least until the bidding starts", bluffed Mark, who in truth didn't know for sure. "If you think I'm going to parade in the nude for a gang of men then you must be very optimistic!" she snapped. **************************** Mark had met the man a few weeks earlier when he had visited a lap-dancing club with some colleagues from work. The man hadn't been a member of their party but he began chatting to Mark, casually, about the girls' relative attributes and performing skills. They had gotten on well. The mans' name was Harry and he was a lot older than Mark, about 50 or so, Mark guessed. It seemed that Harry was a man of some means, owning property and a motel in a nearby town. Harry observed that the lap-dancers, although very attractive were really just a fantasy; no real contact was possible, and even if a girl could be bought then it would be simply a commercial transaction on her part. Sex with a price tag was a poor substitute for a varied diet of real women. "Yes," said Mark, "That's all very well, but how can any man, except the most handsome or famous, ever manage to get his hands on so many women? When you have a job to hold down, and a wife to keep happy, then even finding the time to look for willing women was difficult." Harry laughed, you had to get organised, he said; you had to find a group of like-minded men who would lend their own women in expectation of receiving similar favours. That way, with an ever-widening circle of such acquaintances then there would be a continuous supply of women for his use. Mark tried to follow the strangers' meaning through an alcoholic haze. "You mean wife-swapping!" he almost shouted. "Oh, that's no use. You'd need to get her involved, and that's too complicated. Simple, anonymous sex is what we want; no names, no personal details exchanged, that's the best." Harry shook his head sadly, " I thought you were listening, lad. But you've not heard a word. I'm telling you that there's a way to get all the cunt you want and you go off dreaming again. Look, if you want to receive then you have to give a little. And you'll get plenty if you can persuade your wife to play ball; most women will, you know. They love to be the subject of a strangers' lust. And, remember; an excited, nervous woman who may or may not be willing, is infinitely more interesting than any paid slack-eyed whore" Suddenly Harry stood up and moved as if to leave. He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a business card. "Give me a ring, and we'll talk again," he said, "goodbye." And with that he walked directly out of the club. After the man left, Mark watched some more dancing but now he saw how dis-interested the girls were. Their expressions were fixed in smiles but their tired eyes revealed the lies. Feeling strangely dissatisfied he had gone home, leaving the other men to it. ************************ "So how do I have to dress?" she asked. "I suppose something kinky, sussies, or rubber gear or something?" "No, Harry says to wear whatever we like, whatever we think is sexy." ************************* Mark had called Harry shortly after their first meeting in the club. They had had regular meetings in the evenings after work since then. Harry had invited Mark to join the "little swingers gang" that he had been organising for a couple of years now. "But you'll have to bring your own little woman; no free rides. So get on with talking her into it. And of course, I'll need to see a couple of photos of her; Jill isn't it? No offence meant, but the high quality of the group has to be maintained." Mark had taken his time with Jill, broaching the subject of swinging in roundabout ways. They had even acted out fantasies in the bedroom of Jill being taken by a stranger; sometimes she was "raped", others consenting to be shared with another man. Eventually it had been Jill who had suggested they try swinging. Mark had felt a bit hurt, even though it was his idea. He told Jill that he didn't think they should get into a regular thing with some other couple. That seemed sort of sordid. No, lets see if we can find a "scene" which will be so different that we will only need to join it occasionally; giving us something to look forward to. That is, if we decide to do it more than once. ************************************* It was another evening met in a pub. Harry bought the beers. "So. Have you decided to join us or what?" he asked. "Yes. But there's just one or two things I need to get straight," muttered mark. "You see, what about Jill? I mean, will she find herself with some ugly old git whose going to turn her right off? If that happens she wont give us another opportunity to swap again!" Harry smiled, "Don't worry, lad. She'll be all right. The men are all reasonably good-looking, if not all Hugh Grants!" He chuckled at his little joke. "So. Have you made a decision? If you've brought a couple of photos, I will be able to tell you if you can join us." Mark brought out the half dozen pictures of Jill he had taken over the past couple of years. Jill in a bikini on holiday. Jill at a party wearing a posh frock. Jill gardening in jeans. Harry looked them over with approval. "Very nice, lad." He smiled, "she'll do nicely" The two men then talked about the details; time and place, Jill's' clothes, protocol. "Protocol?" asked Mark. "Oh yes, lad. There's things to remember to do, and not do." He told Mark how he must not interfere in the proceedings once they had begun. They were both expected to abide by the rules of the club and they must not dispute with the bidders. "Even if you don't like the winner or the choice of women you are left with you must say nothing. And." Here his voice became more urgent with a firm authority Mark hadn't noticed before. "And you must not try to prevent your wife being led away by her buyer. You'd be surprised how many men suddenly lose their nerve when they see her go with another man. Neither of you will be allowed to change your minds". *************************** "So. It's all arranged, is it?" Jill asked, a bit sniffilly. "Only if you are in agreement," answered Mark. "I don't have to stand naked, do I?" "No, just wearing whatever you feel happy in," said Mark, who in truth was hoping she would allow herself to be displayed completely nude. He had had to explain to Harry that she would not participate unless that was clearly understood. Harry had accepted her condition reluctantly. He had been hoping the couple would be a little more submissive but he didn't want to risk losing their involvement. Harry had followed Jill secretly a couple of times as she had come into town to work or shop and had decided that she was a very good-looking woman. She would do very nicely. ************************************ They decided that Jill would wear simple, rather conservative clothes. They went out shopping for a blue pleated skirt, tiny white panties, a white blouse, and high heeled pumps with ankle straps; she would go bra-less. The auction was planned for the following Tuesday evening. Their nervousness grew with every passing hour. ********************************* During the late afternoon of Tuesday, Harry phoned to check that they were still on. Mark assured him that they would be there. Jill took a long slow bath and washed her blonde hair. Mark watched her dry herself and then put on a little make-up, his heart beginning to beat more quickly. When she was dressed and ready she looked so beautiful he almost changed his mind and wanted to have sex with her there and then and to hell with the auction. "No Mark, you know Harry's rule; we can't have sex during the day before!" Mark knew the rule but felt hurt that his wife was so keen to abide by it. Mark drove to the motel, a journey of about an hour. The tension in the car was almost measurable. They hardly spoke. When they arrived, a sign read, "no vacancies". A dozen or so cars were already parked. The place looked respectable, it was fairly new and was well maintained. They parked outside cabin 32 and went inside. There was no need to book in; Harry had sent the key through the post. Still unspeaking, Jill tidied her make-up and they had a drink from a free mini-bar in the corner of the room. After they had waited nervously for twenty minutes, the phone rang, making them both jump. It was Harry. They were to come to the office. "Remember, Mark; you must not come in, you will go directly to the cabaret room!" They walked together to the office. At the door they kissed and Jill went inside. Mark stood for a moment and then, with a sense of loss, walked to the large building at the end of the car park. A smirking doorman/bouncer let him in. His eyes slowly became accustomed to the gloom and he saw Harry approaching. "Mark, good to see you!" he boomed, shaking hands. He led Mark through a smoky, rather tatty cabaret room to a polished glass topped bar. "Have a drink." As Mark sipped at a single malt he looked around the room. He mentioned to Harry that there seemed to be a large number of men present, perhaps fifteen or twenty of them. "I didn't expect so many unaccompanied men", said Mark, feeling increasingly uneasy. "The more the merrier, eh?" Harry grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. At that moment spotlights illuminated the small raised stage and a female stripper came on. She was very pretty but the audience didn't seem to be very interested, Mark had the feeling they were paying him more attention. Whenever he looked away from Harry he felt surreptitious eyes turning away from him. At that moment the phone on the bar rang and Harry answered it. As he spoke he looked directly at Marks face. "Yeh it's me. All ready? Is she being good? Oh dear did she? Did you? Good, good. Right then, let's get her on." He put the phone down and spoke to Mark, "Now then lad", said Harry, in his "down to business" tone. "It's just about time for the proceedings to begin. We'll go and sit down in a moment. Just let me tell you about a slight change in the programme. We often insert a theme to make things more interesting, and tonight the theme is bondage. I'm glad to say Jill seems to be very enthusiastic! " "Jill?" exclaimed Mark. "What do you mean?" "She's a very talented girl, lad. Now go and sit down with my two friends here while I get things started." As Harry turned away, Mark tried to follow but was blocked by two muscular men who guided him to a table and then sat down on each side of him. On the stage, the stripper cut short her gyrations as Harry approached with a microphone in his hand. ***************************** When Jill entered the reception office she was met by a shy looking young man in his early twenties. "Hello, you must be Jill", he said. Jill just nodded, she felt even more nervous with this young man who must have known why she was here. The young man came from behind the desk, " I just have to check you out; sort of see that you are suitably dressed, okay?" "What!" she exclaimed, because he was already lifting her skirt. "Get off me, you little shit!" Without a pause the man slapped her hard across the face, stunning her; no one had ever hit her in her whole life! As her head reeled he pushed her face down across the desk and pulled her arms behind her. He tied her thumbs together, using a noose of thin cord, which must have been prepared earlier because it took only a moment to render her helpless. Keeping her face pressed onto the melamine surface with one hand he used the other to pull her skirt up over her bottom. She felt her panties being tugged down to her knees, and then, after being aware of him fumbling around for something, felt the most awful burning pain across the cheeks of her bottom. He pulled her upright again and she saw he was holding a very thin cane, the sort that school teachers once used to punish naughty children. The pain it had caused to her was incredible! "Now then, just stand there for a moment," he ordered. As she stood, he crouched down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Step out of them!" he stammered. Jill obeyed; she didn't want another taste of that cane. "You certainly are a stupid sort of a cunt," he explained, "You've just changed the nature of the game. You only had to do as you were told but you failed the test. And now, well like I said, it's a new game." He picked up the phone and dialled, "It's Simon. She's all ready. No, she point-blank refused, so I've given her a stroke of Mister Cane and she's feeling a lot better. Okay, on our way." Putting down the phone he reached into a desk drawer and brought out an object. Forcing her jaws open by squeezing both sides of her jawbone inwards, he pushed it into her mouth. It was a plastic ball-gag, hollow and with holes all around its wall. He strapped it in place by a leather strap, which buckled at the back of her head. Jill could breathe okay, but the helpless feeling of being a non-person it engendered was indescribable. "Okay cunt, follow me!" he ordered, and without checking to see if she was obeying him he walked to a door at the rear of the room. Jill followed him like the muzzled bitch puppy she had become. ***************************************** "Testing, testing!" yelled Harry into the microphone, tapping it with his finger to make sure it was working. "Friends, welcome to my place. I hope you've all enjoyed the show so far," murmurs of concurrence answered him, "good, good. Well, to finish off the evening we have a guest performer. She's a lovely little lady by the name of Jill." Mark stirred at hearing his wife's name, as if to protest, but one of his unknown companions touched his arm and gave a slow shake of his head, and he kept quiet. "Now then," continued Harry, "Jill was originally a volunteer for tonight but sadly, or not, as how you see it, she declined to play the game during the initial part of the procedure and is now the principal performer in our bondage theme show. We may thank her husband, Mark for her presence here tonight. Gentlemen, I give you Jill." ***************************** She followed the man through the door and down a short corridor, passing a large kitchen where cooks were preparing hot spicy food. One Asian looking man watched as she passed the open door. When he reached the end door the man opened it and gestured for her to go through first. It was darker and Jill could hear an amplified voice booming out. She was shocked to hear her name announced and a hand pushed her forward through a curtain and she was on a small stage, under hot bright spotlights! She had to squint through her eyelids to see. A large man in a suit was grinning at her and applause from an unseen audience was greeting her appearance. Simon prodded her forward with the tip of his cane until she was standing in the centre of the raised platform. He came and stood beside her and used the cane to raise her skirt a couple of inches to reveal her pubic mound. He made her turn around and did the same again, to show her naked bottom and then walked off the stage. Jill waited with trepidation and fear wondering what was to happen to her. *********************************** Mark watched with a mixture of apprehension and excited anticipation as his lovely wife stood waiting with fear across her face. Around him the men sniggered and made obscene comments about her. When the sounds suddenly sank to a murmur both he and his wife looked around to see the reason. A huge man, fat and naked was approaching her from behind. Mark gasped and almost called out to her. The man's cock was circumcised and partly erect. Jill suddenly became aware of a presence behind her and tried to turn to see him properly but the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back sharply. She was pulled back against his chest and his other arm came around her and he tore her blouse open, revealing her firm, pointy breasts. Immediately, his hand dropped to the waistband of her skirt and tugged at it until the fastener broke and the skirt was allowed to slide down her legs to the floor. He dragged her away from the remains of her clothes. Now he removed the gag. Jill had a thousand things she wanted to scream at these awful people, she wanted to tell them how humiliated she felt, and that they had no right to use her as a fuck-piece. But now she could speak she kept quiet, afraid of their anger. The man grabbed the woman's bush of pubic hair and dragged her off the stage, parading her between the tables so the audience could get a close-up look at her. She cried with pain as he led her along, her hips thrust out before her. As she passed Mark's table she saw him and glared at him. She tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. One of Mark's guards squeezed the cheek of her bottom and then smirked at him as if to say, "what are you going to do about it?" Mark wanted to sink down in his seat, to become invisible. ******************************** The fat man took her back to the small stage where he sat her on a table, facing forward. She looked sad and pathetic as she waited while he made some sort of preparations. The man was pulling down an apparatus, which lowered from the ceiling and consisted of two ropes with leather straps on the ends. When the straps were close enough, the man took her ankles and pulled her legs up so she fell onto her back. While he buckled a strap to each ankle, his flabby body kept brushing against her as he moved about, revolting her. Occasionally his ugly cock came close to her face and she knew that soon she was going to have to suck it, the thought alone made her retch. And then, her ankles were being pulled upwards, her legs straightening above her. When her bottom began to lift, the man helped her up by supporting, firmly but surprisingly gently, her neck and shoulders in his big hands. She began to panic; she was being hoisted upside down into the air! She began to struggle, wriggling violently to try to get free. "Behave, cunt!" snapped the man, but he didn't hit her because a moment later she was swinging by her ankles. ***************************** This was all going horribly wrong, thought Mark as he saw his wife swing; this wasn't what he had had in mind! **************************** The man climbed up onto the table and Jill's position and height was adjusted until her head was level with his hips. Jill's struggles subsided as she dangled facing the man's fat cock, which was becoming harder. She could see a bead of cum seeping from its' evil-looking slit. The man gave her bottom a hard slap to swing her body around a few degrees. He came close to her and put one arm around her waist and lifted her a few inches. This allowed her knees to bend a little and she felt him touch her vagina with his free hand. She gasped as he parted her lips and then pressed his mouth to them, pushing his tongue deep into her. *************************** In the audience Mark heard her moan as the man sucked and lapped at his wife's pussy. ************************** Jill felt herself moisten with juice as the man gave her the cunt-lick of her life! She pushed herself up against his mouth, squirmed her groin around to obtain even more pleasure; her knees were now completely bent, resting on his shoulders, her thighs pressing against his ears! She almost felt sorry when, a moment later, he took his mouth away. From her awkward position she could see he had turned partly away from her. She was aware that the audience had become quiet again, waiting. ***************************** Marks emotions were on a roller-coaster! He was excited by the sight of his wife in such intimate contact with the stranger, but was dismayed and shocked by her obvious enjoyment of the mans handling of her. What was he doing now? The naked man was reaching behind his back to where an Asian man in kitchen workers uniform was passing an object to him. *************************** From her inverted position, Jill saw the man take something in his hand. She heard the audience sniggering, someone shouted but she didn't catch the words. Then the man waved something in front of her face. It was a wooden pepper grinder, the sort that waiters twist over your dinner; it was as thick as a mans wrist and about two feet long. For a moment she was puzzled; what was he doing with that? Then, as realisation hit her, the audience guffawed as the look of horror spread over her lovely face. "Oh no!" She cried, please don't do that to me!" Jill had never had children and knew that her vagina was not as large and accommodating as some women's were. The man still held her around the waist; with his free hand he pressed the rounded, bulbous top of the grinder into the juices around her pussy. "Oh, oh, aargh!" she gasped, as the grinder was forced between the lips of her cunt, it was too thick, much wider than a mans penis! The man twisted it in the creamy fluid and her lips parted obediently, allowing the wide object into the opening. She tried to pull away from it but the man held her waist firmly and the awful intruder squeezed four inches into her body. ************************** Unseen by the hanging woman, two men came with a spreader bar, which was fitted between the two ropes about six feet up from her ankles. Now Jill was gently lowered until her weight was again taken by her ankles, but now her legs were kept wide apart by the spreader. The pain in her crotch was awful and she tried to relieve it by arching her back and pushing out with her cunt muscles. *************************** Mark was surprised at how beautiful his wife looked; hanging with her back curved, her hair hanging down and her shapely legs making a vee in the air. Her muscles all stood out through her skin, which glistened with sweat. Her beautiful breasts pointed outwards, bobbing gently. The pepper grinder looked shocking, protruding from her crotch. The grinning man, turned back to Jill. ***************************** Jill groaned as the man took hold of the grinder and began to twist and push it deeper into her. She tried to relax her vaginal walls and let it come into her more easily; soon only a few inches were left sticking out. The man stood to one side and swung her on her ropes, letting the spectators see her properly. She was getting used to the awful fullness, just getting her breath back, when he took hold of her clit. Her stubby clit had been trapped between the grinder and her vaginal wall and the tip was just showing. He gripped it with his finger and thumb and pulled it out. "Owwwhhh!" He stretched it out. Jill began to turn as he rolled her clit in his fingers, first to the right and then the left. He kept acting on the stretched clit and she kept turning with it, a half turn each way. The mans cock was sticking out at her, very hard now and curving wickedly. As the man rolled her clit she continued to turn on her ropes and the leaking tip of the cock pressed against her face leaving a trail of slimy precum on her skin. The man was causing the rolling to increase in speed and Jill was becoming dizzy. If only he would stop making her turn! But he didn't; it kept on, making her feel worse. She had to stop herself turning! The next time the slimy fat cock slid across her face, Jill opened her mouth and sucked in the horrid purple thing. With her teeth she managed to grip it firmly behind its bulbous head. The twisting stopped. Jill held on to the growing penis as hard as she could, sucking when her teeth could not keep up their grip. The man began to suck on her clit, driving her mad. Again she began to squirm, pushing her cunt at him. She sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth, mumbling sounds of pleasure. Jill no longer heard the audiences' cheers and insults. She was aware just of her need to cum. The man sucked and nibbled at her clit, occasionally twisting the pepper pot gently in and out of her stretched hole. Sweat was pouring down her body, stinging her eyes. The wet bristly hairs of the mans balls hanging in front, scratched her eyes, making things worse. The situation was so strange, so totally different to anything she had ever experienced that her emotions were becoming totally mixed together. The intruder in her cunt, the sucking on her clit, the cock in her mouth all combined with the knowledge that to her captors she was just a stupid arsehole of a bitch; all these worked on her psyche turning her into a mass of perverted desire! A hot rush began to pass through her from her feet, rushing down to her head. She arched her back, thrusting her cunt at him as far as she could, while at the same time sucking even harder at the evil tasting cock. Jill's body shook all over as her orgasm hit her like a train! She couldn't breath but she didn't care; she just wanted to keep the beautiful, choking penis in her mouth. Suddenly the man shoved harder than ever before, she felt something in her throat open, the cock head throbbed and hot jizz gushed down her gullet. She couldn't swallow; her epiglottis was held firmly open by the fat knob, but she didn't need to; the hot cum gushed straight down into her belly. *********************************** Mark watched in horrified fascination as his wife, cheered and jeered on by the audience, turned red in the face, almost asphyxiated by the cock down her throat and began to shake convulsively. Someone nearby said that it had been a while since he had watched a bitch get choked to death by dick. They wouldn't kill her, would they? ********************************** Jill also thought she was going to die, waves of blackness washed over her. Her head pounded. And then the choking cock was pulled free. Jill drew in a lungful of air and then was hit by a fit of retching; scummy vomit came gushing up out of her mouth, squirting out of her nostrils. The naked woman writhed and twisted in the air, gasping and spluttering until she was able to breathe again. The audience cheered and applauded. When the man stood away from her she heard someone shout, "look at the teeth marks that bitch put in his cock!" It was true: the bloated prick looked like a dog had chewed it. She was now left alone as the man went away, probably to bandage his dick, thought Jill. ************************** There was now a lull, and the houselights were turned on. Jill was left hanging, ignored, while people went to the bar for drinks. Mark considered going to her but thought he'd better not. She wanted to be released and began to plead, "Please let me down! Please, I'm in pain, help me!" She still had the pepper pot embedded in her cunt. She tried to eject it with her vaginal muscles but it was too well fixed. Some passers-by sniggered; one slapped her bottom hard, sending her swinging again. Another man gave the pepper pot a shove, making her moan. "Cock-sucking whore," he snarled. **************************** Jill dangled in her misery for fifteen minutes, until most of the spectators had returned to their seats. She was alarmed to see the master of ceremonies return to the small stage. "Friends, " he called into the microphone. "You have seen our young lady in action, she really took a beating there, didn't she? But she's a good sport, not many of our guests could stand that sort of treatment. Well, now that you've seen her in action, it's time to offer some of you the opportunity to finish off her performance." With that, he grasped the visible portion of the pepper pot and with some difficulty he pulled and twisted it free. It emerged with an audible squelch. Holding it out to the side, as if it was repulsing him, he called, " Simon, the appliance." ******************************* From somewhere to the side, the young man who had caned her came into view with a whip, a cat-o-nine tails! Harry gave him the pepper pot and took from him the multi-flailed leather whip. "Gentlemen, let us now start the bidding for the honour of giving this bitch a bloody good thrashing". End of part one. The Auction. Part 2. She knew she could take no more. She would die here, hanging by her ankles with a room full of men watching, lusting for her death. She closed her eyes and waited for the whipping to come. After a minute or two during which she was left alone, hands took firm hold of her shoulders and supported her as she felt herself being lowered. Her thumbs were released from the loops and her ankles from their straps and she was allowed to sprawl across a table. Perhaps it was the change of position, but she became dizzy and suddenly vomited down the side of the table. The naked woman lay on her back with her legs spread wide, uncaring now of how many eyes were ogling her sore vagina. The audience, however were more interested in buying drinks at the bar, and she was largely ignored. She was not to be allowed peace for long. Harry came by carrying a beer in one hand. "What's this mess doing still here?" he called theatrically, pointing to the vomit, which had run down the table leg and onto the floor. "Simon, bring the ladies' panties and blouse, will you?" A moment later Jill was being jabbed in the ribs. "Get up you lazy cunt!" It was Simon. He almost dragged her to her feet. "Get that mess cleaned up!" he snarled, pushing her panties into her hand. Painfully she began to mop up with the flimsy garment. When that was soon sodden, Simon gave her the blouse to use as well. While she was cleaning up puke with her own clothes, Harry had begun addressing the audience, "Gentlemen, if you are all ready we will begin the bidding to be the wielder of the cat! Now, you have all seen her in action, a very dirty girl indeed. The winner will be allowed to administer ten strokes of the leather cat. Now who will start at say, 20?" The bidding began and soon had reached 100. Mark, still in his seat wondered if he should bid in order to prevent his wife being beaten, but didn't think Harry would allow him to. In any case, maybe Jill deserved it; surely she hadn't needed to suck that mans dick so forcefully? No, better just sit it out. Jill's mind was in a sort of fog as she cleaned. She knew there was some sort of auction going on but she didn't know what it was for. She didn't know why she was kneeling on the floor naked, cleaning up mess; perhaps she was at work, tidying up? She couldn't remember anything properly, she would ask Mark when she got home; he would know. Harry came to her and pulled her to her feet. "Come on cunt, it's time." "I've nearly finished mopping up, Harry. Won't be a minute." "What?" said Harry, puzzled by her matter of fact tone. "I said I'm nearly finished. Do you need something else mopping up?" she looked at him with an innocent expression. "No, you silly cow, you've finished with that! It's time for your whipping, do you understand that?" Harry was getting a bit perplexed by her attitude. Did she really not know what was going on? "Sorry, Harry. I just seem to be a bit muzzy at the moment. Where do you want me?" It was obvious that Jill had been traumatised by her recent treatment. Harry had seen it happen before with a woman's first time on the stage. The problem was that men didn't really want to watch a totally submissive woman being abused; they preferred her to resist at least a bit. And they were waiting to watch her be flogged. Oh well, we'd better get on with it. **************************** The fat man who had stuck the pepper pot up her had returned, completely naked. He gestured to Jill to approach him. She obeyed without hesitation, wobbling slightly on her high heels towards him. The winner of the auction came through the tables accompanied by a cheer from the audience. Jill looked his way with curiosity and gave him a smile. From his seat Mark watched, wondering what she was playing at. The fat man turned his back to the audience and positioned himself with his fat belly resting against the table on which Jill had lain. Harry guided the woman so that she pressed her front against his back. Then her arms were placed around his neck. It looked so intimate that Mark found himself getting angry again. The man gripped her wrists and pulled her up his back until her feet left the ground. He leaned slightly forward so that the table gave him some support. Harry announced down his microphone, " Okay, she's all yours. Here's the cat, so lay on!" The winner, a sweaty office type in a grey suit took the leather handle and hefted it experimentally. Positioning himself just over an arms length from the woman's back, with his feet well spaced, he drew the cat back behind him. The crowd were silent, waiting. The whip made a whoosh as he swung it across her back, just below the shoulder blades. Jill's reaction was electrifying. She screamed like a banshee! The almost catatonic body jerked so violently that the man holding her struggled to keep his grip on her wrists. The whip was applied again immediately with hardly a pause. The screaming rose even higher and she convulsed again. *************************** To Jill it was as if she had suddenly been roused from a deep sleep! The skin of her back was burning and, owwwhh! What was happening? Her arms and wrists were being pulled apart! She suddenly saw that she was being held against the fat mans back! Ugh! His shoulders and back were all covered in short black hair, and he stank of sweat! Agghhh! The lash again. Oh, she was being whipped! Why did these awful people have to hurt her like this? Did they want to kill her? She had to take some of the weight off her arms. ***************************** From his seat Mark watched fearfully. How far were they going with this? His wife couldn't take much more of this. Her body was being abused beyond all his expectations. He hadn't wanted this. Just to watch her get fucked while he fucked someone else, that was what he thought it would be. Under the spotlights Jill lifted both her thighs and wrapped her legs around the fat mans hips. ******************************** Jill was now able to take some of the weight off her arms. She gripped him like she was riding a horse. She didn't care about the jeers of the audience who took great delight at the sight of her wrapping herself around him as if she couldn't get close enough. ******************************** Unbelievably, she had taken eight strokes of the cat. The whipsman wanted to apply the last two to her front. She was lowered to her feet and turned around. The fat man held her wrists behind her and the cat streaked out across her belly. She didn't scream, just made a loud gasp, as if she had been drenched in icy water. Another, last loud whoosh and the leather strips slapped over her ribs, leaving a red line across the lower curve of her breasts. The whipping was over. The exhausted woman was again allowed to sprawl across the table. Harry made another appearance to announce that the auction and whipping were now at an end. The evening would continue, with more exotic dancers and a dirty comedian. The winner of the auction would now be permitted if he wished to take Jill to one of the bedrooms and use her for the rest of the night. Jill was led away by the winner, along with two of his friends. Harry came over to Mark. " A good show, son. Come to my office, we need a little chat." Mark got up and followed him through the cabaret roomful of smirking men who nudged each other as he passed. In the small office Harry told him to sit. He poured them both a drink. "You didn't need to do those things to my wife. She was ready to give you a public show. You didn't have to hurt her!" Mark blurted out bitterly. "My marriage is ruined now!" he wailed. "No, it's not ruined at all," answered Harry. "From now on, you will call all the shots. That bitch will never speak back to you again. You call the shots. And, you are now a member of a very special club. Don't worry about those grinning fools out there; they're all here because they put their wives and girlfriends through similar ordeals. You will be grinning at some other guy soon, as his bitch gets the treatment." Mark began to cheer up. "So I'm in, yes?" "Of course you're in! Did you think I was going to renege on my word? I know it's been a bit rough for you and Jill. But this way she knows the score, and she will always be very amenable, believe me she wont ever dare refuse any request. We will require to use her now and again in the future, but you can come to our shows as often as you like. Now, off you go and enjoy the rest of the evening. You can keep the room for the night if you want and take her home tomorrow. Or we'll send her back when the lads have finished." Mark swallowed his drink and, taking the shiny membership card proffered by Harry, he returned to the cabaret room. On the stage, a beautiful black girl was taking off her clothes. But most of the men were watching a large closed circuit TV screen on which Jill was appearing. Three men were simultaneously using her mouth, cunt and anus. Jill was wondering when she would be allowed to finish her mopping. The End.

The Babysitter By Big Mess I was driving home from work the other day and I saw my 11-year-old babysitter walking down the street. I live in a relatively isolated rural area and she was walking on the side of the road. She is the most beautiful little girl and she was walking slowly on the roadside facing traffic in a sexy outfit. She has shoulder length dirty blonde, almost brown hair that was tied in pigtails, and she has braces. She was wearing a gray, form-fitting top that was showing her tiny boobies that were beginning to grow and was not shielded by any bra today. She was also wearing a little gray and white skirt with stripes that were short but not too short. I slowed down as I drove past her and she looked up and saw me looking at her and she smiled and waved at me as I pulled up and stopped rolling down the window as I stopped the car. She bent over to talk to me through the window. When she did that the top she was wearing fell forward showing me her tiny developing titties that were hiding underneath. She smiled and said, Hi Mr. Michaels! Hi Amy, how are you doing? I said admiring her swollen nipples that she was exposing to me. I had on dark sunglasses and was sure she could not see my eyes as I ogled her young body but it was obvious she was not intending to show me her goodies. Do you need a ride somewhere? Oh thank you, Mr. Michaels, that would be great! I walked all the way from Wally World! She said as she opened the door and jumped into my car and closed it. She smiled at me and said, Lets go! I smiled and drove off slowly towards our neighborhood. So Amy what did you buy today? Oh I cant show you, they are kind of personal. she replied blushing. Where did you get the money for the new items Amy? I said knowing I had just paid her for babysitting on the weekend and expected it may have been from me. Well Mr. Michaels, its from the money I earned at your house last weekend. she said smiling at me. If I gave you the money, you kind of owe me to at least show me what my money is buying for you, I said. Okay Mr. Michaels, but dont say I didnt warn you! she replied taking the first item out of her bag. I needed a training bra. My boobs are starting to get bigger and my Daddy said it was time for me to get one last night, she said. She took out the plain tan training bra and I looked at her smiling as I decided to pull over the car so I could pay more attention. She reached in again and took out three pairs of nylon panties and showed them to me. I made enough on Saturday to buy some new undies. I love these nylon panties; they feel so good when I wear them. Do you like them? She asked as she held them up and showed them to me pulling them against her chest with a big smile on her face. I love them. But isnt that one a thong? I asked pointing to one of them. Oh yes. I love thongs. My butt looks so much better in some of my clothes when I wear a thong. Im wearing one right now Mr. Michaels and look she said as she unbuckled her seat belt and turned over in the seat and aimed her ass towards me showing me her perky butt. If I wasnt wearing a thong right now you would be able to see my panties! Isnt this better? she said smiling at me teasing me with her body. Amy, Im not going to lie to you. Your ass looks spectacular in that skirt. So whatever you are doing! Keep it up! I said smiling at my underage babysitter. She turned around and leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then she buckled her seatbelt and giggled. Thanks, Mr. Michaels. My name is Paul Amy. When we are alone you can call me Paul. Okay? Sure Mr I mean Paul. She said and she giggled again. I was so turned on by this little nymph and I had a full hard on as I put the car in Drive and went back down the road. I shifted uncomfortably and she looked in my lap and she reached up and adjusted her glasses and smiled at me and said, Oh Paul, did I do that to you? she said pointing at my hard cock. Well Amy to be blunt yes you did. I said as I continued driving. My Daddy said that when a boy gets all hard like that he is excited and wants to have sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me, Paul? Why yes Amy, you look really sexy today and you just showed me your new underwear so yeah you made me horny, I said looking at her body. And your body is so sexy and you are so cute how could I not? OMG Paul, my Daddy told me I needed to get a training bra today or things like this would happen. I didnt believe him but now I do! she said. Ive had a crush on you since I started babysitting for you she said smiling at me. I pulled the car over to the side of the semi-deserted road and turned and looked at her. Oh yeah, Amy? I didnt know that. So what are we going to do about this? I asked the pretty girl hoping I wasnt pushing too hard. My Daddy isnt coming home until late tonight. Are Max and Julie at their Moms this week? She knew they were since they werent in the car with me. I nodded and she giggled. Can we go to your house? Pizza? I asked as I dialed the pizza place. She nodded and I ordered a pizza for delivery and finished the drive home. I had a hard on the rest of the way home that was mostly silent. She gave me a few goofy glances and I could tell she was as excited about the possibilities as I was. We got to the house that was only a few minutes away from her house and I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us giving us privacy from the street. We unbuckled out seat belts and she turned and looked at me smiling from ear to ear. Now what Paul? she asked. I smiled back and said, Can I kiss you? She nodded enthusiastically and said, My best friend and I have been practicing together! Oh yeah? Does that make you horny when you kiss your best friend? Uh huh, we get butterflies in our stomachs but then we arent sure what to do next. She said smiling at me as I moved in for a kiss. I kissed her cute sexy little mouth and her hair was in our way. I moved her hair back tucking it behind her ear. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she took it in willingly and kind of sat there not knowing what to do. I went after her tiny tongue and she reacted as I found it not knowing what to do. Her innocence was such a turn on. I circled her tongue and she began copying my movements. She was holding her breath and after a minute, she broke our first kiss and was gasping for her breath. Lets go inside sweetie and get comfortable on the couch! She nodded and we went into the house me in the lead and I had her by her hand leading her into the house. She was so tiny. I pulled her inside and she took the lead into the kitchen and I admired her tiny cute ass as she walked inside. I pointed to the sofa and told her to make herself comfortable. I walked to the big window that was open and I closed the curtains and smiled at her as she waited for me to finish. I did and I joined her on the couch and she reached for my face and kissed me again. Ok, some pointers, dont hold your breath. Breathe through your nose and just do what I am doing and enjoy the kiss. She nodded and I leaned in to kiss the girl again. This time, she did as I said and she was kissing me better than before. I moved her off the couch and put her in front of me and patted my lap guiding her to straddle my lap and she ended up on top of me. She looked down at me with her pigtails hanging in my face and we kissed some more. It was making me hornier and I moved my hand on her back rubbing her and I slid my hand up her skirt from behind rubbing her ass. She moaned as I touched her and soon she was really kissing me deeply going after my tongue savagely. She was learning fast. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Oh no! she said gasping and looking at the door with a worried look in her eyes. Who do you think that is Mr. Michaels? She dismounted me and sat on the couch looking scared. Its okay Amy, its just the pizza we ordered, I said walking to the door. It was then I noticed her nipples were hard under her top. She looked as erotic as any girls ever have before. I opened the door shielding her with the door so the pizza guy couldnt see her. Hi! he said as I opened the door. $12.50, he said handing me the pizza. I took the box and turned and put it on a small table by the door and he reached in and pushed the door open more. I think he wanted to see who was with me. The same pizza boy has delivered to be before with various women on the couch. Im a divorced man and I frequently have sexy women over and pizza is a good way to introduce food when I want to fuck and not cook! He peeked in and saw sexy little Amy sitting on the couch in her little skirt, tight gray shirt with hard nipples poking thru and her hair in cute pigtails. She sat on the end of the sofa smiling at the boy and I turned back and noticed that he saw her. He smiled and nodded at me Im sure he figured out that she wasnt my daughter and he knew what was going on. Keep it, I said handing him a twenty. He smiled and motioned his gratitude on the big tip and ran down the sidewalk to his beat up Honda Civic. I closed the door and said, Do you want to eat? Uh uh, she said shaking her head slowly smiling at me as I closed the door. I want to kiss you some more Mr. Michaels. I put the pizza box on the kitchen table and returned to her. I sat next to her and she immediately got up and straddled my thighs again mounting me the same way she had done before. It was very hot. She was extremely excited and she was ready to play more. I like you calling me Mr. Michaels too so you can continue. I want to define some rules before we go any further okay? She nodded waiting for me to speak. I will teach you all about sex. I will show you things that you have only heard of and you will receive more pleasure than you have ever known before. I only ask a few things in return. Ill do anything you want Mr. Michaels. She said cupping my face with her hands kissing me again. Thats good because thats one of the rules. Whatever I say you do, you have to do it. Second, I am in charge. What I say goes and you do anything I ask without question. You also have to promise me that you will never tell anyone anything about what goes on here. That is very important. If anyone heard that I was playing around with my 11-year-old babysitter, my bitch of an ex-wife would have me thrown in jail and take my son and daughter away. So it has to be our little secret. Do you understand? She nodded and reached up and sexily crossed her chest with her index finger pointing to her little boobs. Yes Mr. Michaels, I cross my heart and hope to die. Ill never tell a soul! Good! I said as I reached up and pulled he to up exposing her swollen pink nipple exposing the young girls developing titty to me for the first time. She watched as I exposed her nipple smiling down at me. I moved in and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently. My tongue rolled around the hard nub in the middle and she gasped feeling her flesh being treated so gingerly. She pulled my head into her chest more and I put my hands on her back pulling her closer too. I pulled back and looked up at her as I did the same to her left side and pulled the top down over her nipple, this time, I pulled the top all the way off and tossed it on the floor. Now she was completely exposed to me and she pulled my face towards her second nipple. I took it into my mouth and treated it with the same pleasure as I did before. This time, I rubbed her naked back as I did. This gave her goose bumps on her back and I knew she was enjoying my gentle stroking. I moved my hands up and down her back and ended up again at the top of her skirt and this time I slipped my middle finger into the crack of her ass sliding it down as far as I could. She squealed as I did so and she pulled my face off her breast and kissed me again deeply. I kissed her for about a minute then I stopped and I led her off my lap and I stood up from the couch and looked down at her as she smiled at me and watched me take off my shirt, then my trousers. I then removed my socks and I stood in front of her and leaned down kissing her again. I pushed her down gently and she moved to her knees in front of my like a good girl and was now face-to-face looking at my hard cock in my boxer briefs. Have you ever seen one before? I asked. She nodded and smiled at me. Have you ever seen one in person before? I asked again. She shook her head no and said, Only little ones, I have a friend whos my age and weve played around before and we played Ill show you mine and you show me yours. But he was much smaller than yours Mr. Michaels, she finished looking up at me with great trepidation. Take it out of my underwear. Just go on and pull them down just be careful not to bend my cock down when you do, I said. She nodded and then reached for my cock and rubbed it in my underwear. She ran her tiny hand up and down on my cock smiling at me as she felt her first big hard cock. My cock is not huge, but its a solid seven inches. More than she will be able to take in her mouth at first. Once she got the feel of my cock, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down exposing my hard cock to her gaze. She didnt stop until they were around my feet. I stepped out of them using her shoulders to balance myself. Good girl, I said as I reached down and pumped my cock in front of her. Now, I want you to play with it, pump my cock like this in your hands and put the end of it in your mouth and taste it. She squinted her nose at me when I mentioned putting it in her mouth. This is called a blowjob. Youve heard of a blowjob correct? She nodded again and then she jockeyed into position and wrapped her hand around my cock feeling it for the first time. Wow Mr. Michaels, its so soft and it feels so hot too! she said still feeling it with her hands. She moved closer to me and aimed it at her face getting a good look at the head of my cock for the first time. I have a large piss hole when my cock is hard and she saw that it was filling with precum. Whats that? she asked pointing to it. That Amy is precum. When a man gets excited his cock makes this fluid. Its very slippery and it helps the man slide his cock in the pussy of a woman. Have you ever played with yourself, Amy? She nodded. I thought so. You remember the longer you played with yourself how your pussy got a little wet and slippery inside? I asked. She nodded again and I continued, That is also what helps make it go inside. I hope that its really slippery. Because I dont think this would ever fit inside my little pussy, she said. I smiled at her and said, Itll be just fine Amy. Lets focus on this step and suck my cock. Go ahead and taste my precum. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out and ran it on the top of my cock collecting cum that was pooling there. She then put her mouth over the top of my cock and sucked on the head rolling her tongue around it. I moaned and she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth and she wrapped her hand around it and began bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock while she watched me for a reaction. I tossed my head back and put my hand on the back of her head guiding her to suck my cock deeper into her hot wet mouth. She took my instructions well and she began getting a little more each time she sucked me inside her mouth. It was so hot and I wanted to let her kneel in front of me and suck my cock all day. But I knew that wouldnt happen. She was doing so well for her first time and I was so horny having my topless 11-year-old babysitter sucking my cock in my living room that I was sure to cum soon. Amy, you are going great. You are going to make me cum soon do you know what that means? She took my cock out of her mouth and continued stroking her new toy in her hands. She had both hands wrapped around my cock shaft and she pulled them up and down together. Uh-uh, she said as she waited for instructions. That means Im going to cum. More of the stuff you have tasted is going to come out of my cock, this is what makes babies. But most women like to swallow it. Would you like me to cum in your mouth, Amy? She nodded and put my cock back in her mouth sucking it harder than she did before. Soon I was very close to cumming. Get ready baby. Im going to cum soon! I said. She bobbed up and down savagely trying to make me cum in her mouth. Another ten seconds and I was spewing a huge load of cum into her waiting mouth. She never stopped sucking on the end of my cock. She did, however, stop the bobbing motions. She had the head of my cock at the entrance to her mouth and she was swallowing cum as fast as she could. She moaned in delight as she continued swallowing it and that made me cum even harder of course. Once I was finished pumping the last of cum into her mouth, I stepped back pulling my cock from her still sucking mouth with a small pop. She looked up at me and smiled. That was yummy Mr. Michaels. I want some more! Oh, it looks like I have a real cocksucker here dont I, I said as I pulled her up by her hand and kissed her on the lips. I could taste the remains of cum on her lips and I turned her around and pushed her back so she was just on the side of the couch. Take off your clothes Amy, I said as sat back on the other sofa that faced her. She reached up and she slipped off her skirt and panties together. I admired the look of her sexy bald pussy as she looked at me and sat on the couch to take off her sneakers. No Amy, leave your sneakers and socks on. She had high tube socks with red and yellow stripes and she reached down and pulled them as high as they would go. They covered her knees and I always like seeing young girls in tube socks. Seeing Amy in front of me naked in only the socks and clean white sneakers made my cock begin to stir once again. Good girl now lay on the sofa behind you. She did as I asked. Now, you said earlier that you have played with yourself before? I asked. She nodded. Now pull your legs up and set them on the sofa and I want you to play with yourself. But Mr. Michaels, Ive never done it in front of anyone before She said protesting. Remember little one, I said you do everything I say. Now do as I asked. She pulled her legs up and spread her legs wide for me and she reached down with her right hand and began stroking her pussy. I watched her for a moment then I said, Amy, try spreading your lips a little then rub your pussy on the inside. The flesh inside your pussy is much more sensitive than the outer lips are. She reached down with her other hand and spread her pussy opened herself up a little with her left hand and she began rubbing her inner lips with her right. Oh wow! she said watching her hands play with her own pussy. She looked up at me and I nodded and smiled and said, See? She nodded back rubbed her pussy with her right-hand faster Uh yeah! she moaned as she rubbed herself in front of me. I knew she was going to cum soon. Have you ever cum before Amy? I dont think so Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh. She moaned faster as she was about to experience her first orgasm. Her head went back and she closed her eyes as she continued rubbing her pussy. I watched as she moaned louder. Uh, uh, yeah ohhhhh, oh, oh, oh AHHHHHHHHH!!! she cried out as she came. She stopped rubbing her pussy and just left it on her pussy and she opened her eyes and looked at me. OMG Mr. Michaels, that was amazing. She said looking at me. My cock had returned to hardness and I was stroking my hard cock as I watched the girl masturbate. I smiled at her and said, Amy that is just the beginning. Chapter 2 Amy and I had just experienced some exciting time with each other. I saw her walking home that night and I pulled over and offered her a ride home. I invited her over and she accepted since her father was on a date that night so I snuck her into my house and she sucked my dick in my living room and I watched her masturbate in front of me sitting on my sofa. She just experienced her first orgasm in her young life and I wanted to do more with the sexy pre-teen. Lets eat! I said as I stood up with my hard cock leading the way. Okay! she replied as she followed me into the kitchen and we both took a seat across from each other at the kitchen table. We ate the pizza and I asked her about things that a young girl usually have an interest in. We spoke about her day and things she was doing, the topic quickly went to boys and she told me all about the boy she had a crush on. He was a few years older than she was. He was the brother of one of her friends and she told me about a time that she was on a sleepover and that he flirted with her and teased her and his sister and how cute he was and how much she liked him. You know, I said leading into a purposeful topic. I can show you how to do stuff for this boy that will make him like you. You have already sucked my cock. He would like that very much. Boys love it when they have their cock sucked. But I can show you how to have sex with him. Would you like that? I asked as she smiled wildly at me and nodded. Okay, I said as I cleaned up the table and we headed back into the living room. Why dont we go into the bedroom? The bed is much better for playing than the living room. Okay, Mr. Michaels! She said as she led the way towards the big bedroom. We were both still naked and her tiny ass made my cock harder as I stared at it watching her lead me into my own bedroom. When we got in there she jumped on the bed and waited for my instructions. I sat next to her and she smiled and I leaned in and kissed her. I pulled her up on my lap and she sat with her legs over mine and she repositioned herself on top of me with her legs straddling my waist. She kissed me again accepting my tongue into her mouth willingly. I moved my mouth to her chest and she pushed her tiny tit buds into my mouth as I nipped and sucked her engorged nipples. Oh, Mr. Michaels that feels so good when you suck on my nipples. I love them, I said as I massaged and tweaked them in my mouth. She moaned as I made her feel good. I stood up lifting her with me then I lowered her to the bed and kissed my way down her body until my mouth was hovering above her tiny pussy. I covered her pussy lips with my mouth and sucked them together inside my mouth. Ohhhhh. She moaned. I slipped my tongue between her lips and I spread her open and looked inside. Her cherry was obvious when I opened her up. I smiled at her as she watched me play with her eleven-year-old pussy. Her hair still in pigtails although a little messy at this point from all of our activity. She lay on my bed with her legs spread wide and her feet on the bed. What Im doing to you now is called eating pussy. She giggled and I smiled. When you do stuff for the boys you need to ask them to do this for you too. It feels good doesnt it? She nodded and listened. I leaned down and started licking and sucking on her pussy again, this time, I focused my attention on her little clitoris. I rubbed it gently and she moved under my thumb. Uhhhhh, yeah. Thats great. She said as I tickled her clit with my fingers. Uh-huh, I said as I covered it with my mouth and sucked on the clitty and rolled my tongue around it making her squirm. Her breath became ragged and she pulled my head deeper into her pussy as I licked and sucked. She started bucking her pussy up and down on my mouth and I grabbed my little babysitters ass from underneath and lifted her little ass in the air putting her pussy in my mouth and letting me hold her there. She wrapped her legs around my head squeezing my head between her young thighs. Oh, oh, yeah, Mr. Michaels. she cried as she tried to pull my head away from her virgin pussy. I knew she was cumming so I did no such thing. I clasped my mouth over her clit and sucked pulling her tiny engorged clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! she screamed as she came in my mouth releasing her juices into it as I moved from her clit to her tiny hole between her lips. She bucked and pulled again as she came hard. Once she relaxed a bit her legs were hanging in the air as I still held her up in the air and her legs flopped over spreading open. Wow! she moaned. I smiled at her and said, See why they need to do it? She shook her head not able to answer. I stood up and moved onto the bed and picked her up and repositioned her closer to the middle. I got closer to her and positioned myself between her skinny thighs. I rubbed my hard cock between her pussy lips and smiled at her. The size of my seven-inch cock next to her little cunt was obscene. She watched me as I did so and smiled at me but she looked a little scared. I rubbed my cock between her bald pussy lips and went all the way up to see where my cock would end up if it was all the way inside her and it would reach past her belly button. She smiled and asked, Are you gonna put that thing in me, Mr. Michaels? I would like to teach you how to have sex. You are very wet and relaxed so its the perfect time to try. But I wont if you dont want to. I said. She looked concerned. It looks so big. Ill just put it in a little bit. But it will hurt at first. I have to break your cherry. But once that is finished it should start feeling better and you will love it! I said as she lay under me. Will you stop if it hurts too much? she asked. Sure honey. I lied. I want you to be able to do this for your little boyfriend so Im teaching you and doing you a favor. She nodded and I couldnt believe I pulled that one off. I moved my cock to the entrance of her pussy and I rubbed a glob of spit on the head giving it more lube. She squirmed under me as I moved into position. I pushed the head between her lips and then shoved the head inside. Oh, shit! she said as I entered her. She smiled and put her hand over her mouth catching herself swearing in front of an adult. Its okay baby. You can swear in front of me. I replied. Your dick is fucking big Mr. Michaels. She said using her new privilege. I smiled at her and kept it still for a second letting her get use to the feeling of something inside her. I figured I had to do it fast so I reared back then sank my cock inside her with full force shoving my cock past her cherry and taking her breath away. Ohhhhh, shit! My, oh my Mr. Michaels it hurts, please take it out! she begged as she was twisting under me trying to get away. I lay down on her a little more pinning her in place as I hooked her legs in my arms. She was not going anywhere. She looked up at me with crying eyes. Its okay baby. I told you it would hurt a little. Just relax and get use to the feeling of getting fucked! She nodded at me and lay still under me as she tried to catch her breath. I was now completely covering the small girl and I moved up and kissed her trying to get her to relax. We kissed sweetly and she kept asking me to get out of her. I kissed her forehead and promised her it would be ok. When I thought she was ready I began moving my cock in and out of her unbelievable vise-like pussy. She was so tight I knew I would not last long. Oh Mr. Michaels no please stop it still hurts! she cried. I figured I just needed to go for it. I began fucking the girl steadily sliding my cock in and out of her. She gasped and begged as I fucked her and her cries went unnoticed. I pumped my cock faster and soon about half of my cock was covered in blood and slicing her pussy. I moved my mouth to her nipples again sucking the swollen hard buds into my mouth and that seemed to make her feel better. Her crying stopped and she was starting to moan from pleasure. Oh wow! she said as I continued fucking her. Its better Mr. Michaels. Its so much better! she said as she looked up at me. I took that as a positive and I fucked her little pussy harder and soon more of my cock was fucking her. I straightened up and put her legs over my shoulders and grabbed her hips and fucked. Within another minute, I had the length of my cock buried in the girl as she moaned and squealed to my motions. I fucked her until I was ready then I came deep inside her tight little pussy and she gasped for her breath as I came deep inside her. Her hair was a mess and it stuck to her brow in a sweaty mess. She looked at me and I smiled at her and she smiled back. See? I said. I told you it would feel better once you got used to it! She nodded and I pulled my cock out and rose up and walked to the bathroom to clean up the blood that remained on my cock. She lay on the cool sheets and waited for my return. I had a warm washcloth and I cleaned her pussy up and removed the remainder of the blood from her abused pussy. You better get dressed, your father will be home soon, I said as I returned to the bathroom. I dont want you getting grounded. I want to see you again in a couple days when you feel better. Would you like that Amy? She nodded and scrambled to get up and ran to the living room to grab her clothes and get dressed. How about if I babysit for you on Friday? No, I dont have the kids this weekend I just had them last weekend remember? I asked as she stopped putting her skirt on and looked back at me smiling. Oh yeah! That would be fantastic. Your pops wouldnt suspect a thing would he? Yeah, lets plan on that. Can you make it here on your own? She nodded and came back to me after she was dressed. She gave me a kiss and ran for the door. See you on Friday! Okay! Remember if you feel sore to take a bath. I think that will help you get your insides back to normal. I said. Okay thanks! she said and slammed the door behind her. It was going to be a long time for Friday night to get here Chapter 3 I have been waiting since Tuesday night for my little rendezvous with Amy tonight. Yesterday she text me and told me she got a new phone from her Daddy. A couple cute selfies were delivered last night from her bathroom. I commented on them and she got a little braver and sent me a topless one. I told her to put a passcode on her phone and she said she did. I waited for her to arrive and a car pulled up and she knocked at the door. I opened the door and she turned, waved at her father and said See you in the morning! and came inside. I waved thanking her Dad for bringing his 11-year-old daughter to my house to fuck! I closed the door and said, Tomorrow? Yeah! I told my Dad that you were going on a hot date and wanted to stay at her place overnight and you would take me home tomorrow! And he bought it! she said as she leaned up and kissed me. She took my hand and tossed her backpack and took me into the living room and sat me on the sofa. She was smiling like a crazy girl and she stood in front of me so I could get a good look at her. Her hair was braided in a French braid and she looked so sexy. She had lip gloss on highlighting her sexy supple lips. She wore a baggy yellow button down shirt and it was tied at her waist. Turn around and let me get a good look, I said. She did and she was wearing tight jeans. I love little girls in tight jeans. She turned and lifted her shirt that was covering her ass and it was perfect. Her jeans were skin tight and she wiggled it in front of me smiling over her shoulder. She took off her baggy shirt and revealed a tight white t-shirt she wore underneath and she put her hands on her knees and bent over in front of me. Wow, Amy your ass looks amazing in these jeans! I said as I reached up and put my hands between her thighs and she spread her legs wider and I pressed her back down to give her a nice arch. She giggled as I moved my hand up the crack and rubbed her little pussy through the denim. She smiled at me and closed her eyes as I rubbed her tiny twat. I thought about what was ahead and hoped that I might be fucking that little girls ass. Well, I bought these jeans with the money I made babysitting for you last weekend. Do you like them? she asked as I smiled back at her enjoying the feeling of her little butt. I do. I guess I better tip you more! I like the return on the investment! I replied. She giggled again and moved back into me sitting on my lap leaning back kissing me putting her arm around my neck. She pulled me closer and slipped her tongue into my mouth and I kissed her lovingly and wrapped my arm around her waist. I moved it under her shirt and massaged her tiny boobs. She moaned in my mouth. My other hand was busy as it unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. I pulled them open and slid my fingers under her panties and rubbed her pussy with my middle finger sliding between her moist pussy lips. Ohhhhh yeah, Mr. Michaels. Ive been thinking about you all week! Can I suck your cock? She said smiling at me and batting her long eyelashes. Her freckles on her face made me even more excited than I was days before. Yes, baby. Suck my cock and Ill fill your pretty mouth with cum! Oh yeah, thats the idea! she replied as she turned around and removed her shirt. She smiled at me and wriggled out of her jeans. She left her pink cotton panties on and stepped out of her jeans. She moved closer and kissed me again and dropped to her knees in front of me and she put my hard cock into her mouth taking about half of it right away. Mmmmmmmm she moaned taking it between her sexy lips. She pumped my cock with her tiny hand as she sucked it and rolled her head from side to side. I watched my 11-year-old babysitter sucking my cock and it was everything I could do not to blow my load in her mouth right away. She was very determined and she was able to get most of my cock inside her mouth and I knew I was close. Im gonna cum baby girl! I said expecting her to pull off and jerk me off. She did no such thing. She increased her suction and speed and dove deeper on my cock making me cum even faster. A few seconds later I started cumming and she gulped down all the cum that pumped out of my cock. I opened my eyes and she was happily sucking the last of it out and she said, What do we do next?

Summer of 37 By Big Mess Summary: It was the summer of 1937 and I was a single man travelling through the south. I was a Professor at a College up north and as a perk to my tenure I was given the year off for sabbatical. I was working on a new book to publish on a new form of teaching math to children and I started off driving straight from New York to Alabama. I generally love the south. The weather is always warm and I love the landscaping. So I had been in a home that I rented a room from an elderly woman in her sixties and she was so nice and welcoming. It was after my second week of writing and I was getting ahead of myself. I mean I had only been gone two weeks and I was already halfway done with my new book. I figured that I needed a little distraction. Chapter 1 It was the summer of 1937 and I was a single man travelling through the south. I was a Professor at a College up north and as a perk to my tenure I was given the year off for sabbatical. I was working on a new book to publish on a new form of teaching math to children and I started off driving straight from New York to Alabama. I generally love the south. The weather is always warm and I love the landscaping. So I had been in a home that I rented a room from an elderly woman in her sixties and she was so nice and welcoming. It was after my second week of writing and I was getting ahead of myself. I mean I had only been gone two weeks and I was already halfway done with my new book. I figured that I needed a little distraction. After all I had a whole year to write the text and I didnt want to be bored. So I walked to the bar that was in town and I sat down and ordered a cold beer. The bartended was a burley fellow with a long handlebar mustache. So tell me sir, where would a single man be able to find a little female companionship around here? I mean I was hoping that I would find some in here but I am the only one here other than the table of poker players over in the back. Well I tell you sir, that is definitely a thing this town does not have a shortage of but the best ones are over at the whorehouse. Said the bartender in a deep southern drawl cleaning a glass and setting it down. Oh fascinating. We dont have any whorehouses where I come from are they legal in Alabama? Naw, it aint legal. I guess the Governor decides what is and aint legal for the state but the sheriff he doesnt bother anyone over there and its a very popular place. Ive been known to spend some time in there from time to time myself. He said leaning a bit closer, Just dont tell the wife. And he laughed grabbing another glass to clean. Are the girls pretty clean? I asked taking another drink of my beer. Well now that depends. If you go with the girls that are the most popular they can get pretty used up. They do have some girls that come in from time to time that are just passing thru. And they also have some young girls there too. My heart started racing when he said that. Young? How young? He leaned over and whispered again, Youll just need to go see for yourself. And then he stood straight again and said, It really depends on the day. Some of the whores there got knocked up over the years and they put them to work pretty early. Make sure when the lady brings all of the girls out for you to pick you tell her to make sure all of the girls are out. Shell know. She usually dont bring out the young ones unless they are asked for. I nodded and finished my beer. So where is this lovely establishment of depravity? The bartender looked at me with a funny look on his face like he didnt understand what I said. The whorehouse, where is it? Oh, its about three blocks down on the right. Big white house you cant miss it. Just walk in and tell them the Bartender sent you. I nodded and tipped the man and walked to the home. He was right it was a huge home set back on the lot about 100 feet from the street. From the outside it appeared to be a very normal home. I almost knocked but then I remembered him saying to just walk inside so I did. I heard a piano being played in another room and I closed the door and was greeted by a older blonde woman in a bustier and a dress. She was worn and tired looking but when she spoke her face lit up. Well hello young man what can I do for you? Well Maam I was looking for a little company. I hear you have girls I could spend time with. Oh yes Darling but if you call me Maam again I will have you thrown out. My name is Miss Penny and we do have many lovely girls to choose from. Why dont we step inside and see what you have a taste for today. Okay but first the bartender sent me and he said I need to ask you to show me all of the girls today. Ohhhhh I love Dave. He is such a big old sweetie. Just dont ever tell his wife he comes here. Soooo you want me to show you all of the girls do ya? Yes Miss Penny. I said. Do you really want to see all of them or just the young ones? I mean I dont want to waste anyones time do we I leaned closer to her and whispered, Just the young ones please. I thought so. Its kind of slim pickings today. One of my best customers took a few of the girls out to the beach today. She said as she hooked my arm and took me into the large room that had a big bar scaling one wall with a bartender serving drinks and the piano player playing a tune. See he loves the little girls but he takes them to the a secluded beach of a lake on his property and just likes to drink beers and watch the girls play in the water naked. Are you looking for that kind of fun or are you a really dirty man? she asked quite bluntly. Well I think your asking me, yes I would like to be physical with them. She leaned closer and asked quietly, Im just asking so I dont give you the wrong girl. Are you gonna want to fuck her? I nodded and she snapped her fingers and came back with a girl. She was amazing. She looked to be around 10 or 11-years-old and she had long brown hair that was all done up in en elegant hairstyle. She came out wearing a simple white little girl dress and she stood in front of me chewing gum. The Madam held out her hand in front of the girls mouth and she spit her gum in her hand and looked at me. This is Hattie. Is this to your liking sir? She is the only girl working right now who you would be able to do dirty things with, does she appeal to you sir? I was completely enamored by the young girl. She was beautiful. She had an alabaster skin that was so white and perfect. She was completely flat chested and beautiful eyes and sexy full lips. I felt myself getting hard right there at the bar. Uh yes, shes perfect! I said and the little girl smiled and looked at me with a fresh innocent look that made my cock stiffen even harder. Okay, thatll be one Dollar sir! said the woman holding out her hand. How much for the whole evening? I asked looking at the girl. Ohhh a man who likes to take his time. Five Dollars and Ill even bring up dinner when we make it tonight. She said holding out her hand once again. I hander her a five dollar piece and she took it and turned around and said, Follow me! We walked upstairs and thru a long hallway passing many bedrooms. Each one you could hear couples having sex. Cherry took my hand and held it sweetly as we walked thru to the room we were to share for the night. The woman opened the door and turned on the light. It was a small room but it had a big bed with clean sheets and a couple chairs in the corner. Now Cherry dont forget to clean him up first remember? I knowwww. She said with attitude. I only forgot once. Okay young man, we walk these halls and listen for any rough stuff. Nothing she doesnt want to do which aint much with this little girl but if we hear anything too rough we will knock on the door. If she dont answer we come in. Understand? Yes Maam. I replied. Okay kids have fun! said the woman and she closed the door. I have to wash you up. Hattie said and she grabbed a towel and went to the door where they walked into the hall again and headed to the end where she turned in and he followed admiring her girlish form. The bath was already drawn and she looked at me and smiled. Get in! I have to give you a bath and make sure you are all clean. I nodded and I undressed and then when I stood in front of me in my underwear I looked at her. No need to be bashful honey! she said with a sweet southern accent that I loved. I mean how can I fuck ya if you dont take off your drawers? She was smart and witty. I liked her even more. I removed my shorts and showed the girl my cock. She looked down immediately and smiled. My cock is not the biggest one around but I was already fully erect and at 7 inches have never been one to not please my woman. Ohhh thats nice. Whats your name? Its Michael, but uhhhh can you call me Daddy? I asked getting into the water that was about a third the way up the bathtub. Oh you are pretty sick Mister! Sure though not the fist one who wanted me to call him Daddy! She said as she took a bar of soap and a washcloth and began soaping it up. Whats your real name Hattie? I mean Hattie is pretty and all but it sounds like one a pretty girl would pick when she doesnt like her own name I said. At that time in the south Hattie was a very common name. She lifted up and arm and started washing me. Its Violet. She said. Violet is a beautiful name, why dont you like it? I said noticing she kept looking at my cock as she washed me. I just dont. I have to wash you down there now. She said waiting for my approval. I nodded my consent and she moved the washcloth to my cock and started rubbing it cleaning it nicely, You sure are hard Daddy. Do you like it when I give you a bath? Oh yes Violet I love it. Do you have to use the cloth? I asked looking up at her. No Daddy I can wash your dick with my hands. Is that what you want me to do? I nodded and she let the cloth fall into the tub and took the bar of soap and lathered up her left hand. Once it was nice and soapy she returned it to my hard cock and started masturbating me. She knew exactly what to do and she circled her hand around my cock and started jerking me off. Call it my cock though Violet. I said leaning back and watching as the little girl jerked me off in the shared bathtub not concerned that someone would come in. How old are you Violet? Ill be 11 soon! She said as she quickened her pace and jerked me off faster making my pulse go faster and I felt cum welling up in my balls. The thought of this beautiful 10-year-old southern belle jerking me off and the thought of me fucking her and her calling me Daddy while I did in a little while made me spurt all over her soapy hand and into the water of the tub. Oh wow Mister, you came a lot! I mean Daddy! Uhhhhhhh yeah, ahhhh fuck making me cum Violet. She finished me off as I jerked and groaned under her touch. She rinsed me off with a pitcher and I stood up and she finished then she knelt in front of me drying me off and noticing my cock was not getting any softer. You sure are still hard? she said looking at it. Lets go back to the room now Daddy. She gave me the towel and I wrapped it around my waist. I followed the girl to the room and she closed the door behind us. I turned and sat on the big bed and looked at her as she walked closer to me and stood in front of her. She was at the perfect height as I sat on the bed and she smiled at me and kissed me. I kissed her back and she slipped her tongue into my mouth her tongue finding mine and swirling around it. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she kissed me and I broke the kiss and she looked at me. Youre a good kisser! she said coming back for more but I stopped her. Can I see you without that dress on? I said stroking her arm. Oh course! she said and she pulled the dress over her head grabbing it from the bottom. She stood in front of me her naked except for a pair of plain white panties. Her delicious skin was so beautiful. It was flawless. Her chest was almost perfectly flat. Her nipples pursed a little with the potential for growth and I looked down her body at her panties. She reached down and turned away from me pulling her panties over her sexy little ass and down all the way to the floor. Her bald pussy shown between her ass cheeks when she bent over taking off her panties, then she looked at me over her shoulder and shook her ass for me. Do you like my little butt Daddy? she asked letting me stare at her ass. Oh yes. I said reaching out a hand for her. She turned around and took my hand and I took both of her hands in mine and held her up raising her arms up looking at her naked showing her perfect little white pussy to me. She giggled and said, Do you like my body Daddy? Oh yes I do. You have a delightful body. I said bringing her closer to me. I kissed her again this time wrapping my arms over her back and I rubbed her naked skin from her shoulders down her naked ass and down her thighs. She moaned as I touched her and we kissed sensually. She was also a very good kisser and her lips were big and sexy. My hands slipped between her ass cheeks and she moved her legs wide giving me better access and I started rubbing her ass crack and rubbing her little pussy as well. Her cunt was getting wet and I slipped a finger between her lips and into her cunt. Uhhhh she moaned as I rubbed her inner pussy lips I could tell she was liking it so I stood up and pulled her up to me and she reached for my towel and loosened the knot letting my towel drop to the floor. We were now naked and she gasped as she reached out and touched my cock again. Can I suck it Daddy? Oh yes you do know what youre doing dont you Violet. I groaned as she pumped my cock in her tight fist. She smiled and nodded. Yes please suck my cock. Thank you Daddy! I like sucking cock. She said and she pushed me back on the bed and dropped to her knees and put her mouth on my cock and started sucking it. Ohhhhhh my Violet, your mouth is so hot and wet. Suck it! she looked up at me and started at the top of my cock first circling the head and inserting it into her mouth. Then she played with my balls as she started bobbing up and down on my cock sliding more and more into her mouth as she sucked it. She was drooling all over it and her mouth got it very wet. I loved watching her young face with my cock sticking out of it. She was experienced but she looked so innocent. Her mouth on my cock was making me want to fill her mouth with cum. Uh, uh, uh, uh, mmmmmm slurp, slurp. She nosily sucked my cock and masterfully took it inside her mouth and throat as she did so. She looked into my eyes slowing her strokes and taking me deep into her mouth. She gagged on my cock then pulled it out and jerked it in her hands. I love your cock Daddy! she said smiling up at me. Stand up Violet. I said and I pulled her up off her knees and she looked at me wondering what was next. I turned her around and placed her on the bed where I was just laying. I laid her back and spread her slender thighs and moved in to get a nice long look at her childish pussy. I took a long smell of her cunt and she giggled when I did that. MMmmmmm you smell delicious child. I said and I took another big sniff and then I started licking her pussy. Oh, no, Daddy what are you doing to me? she said as I licked and sucked her pussy. I looked up at her and she was looking at me as I spread her tiny lips and sucked them between my lips sucking them into my mouth and loving the look of an inexperienced girl enjoying what may be her first time someone licked her pussy. Im giving you pleasure Violet. Ill say! she said and she grabbed my head and pulled me between her legs. She began humping my mouth as I licked her cunny and she closed her eyes and moaned as I continued my assault on her 10-year-old pussy. Oh, oh, oh, ahhhhhh! Oh my, oh my, yes yes yes! she was crying and yelling as one of the other whores on the floor was walking past the door. She listened to it and made a funny face realizing her John was making his girl cum! She made a note and moved on giggling down the hall and went downstairs. Violet just had the first orgasm of her young life. Her breathing was fast and her hands were buried in his hair and she calmed down from her cum. The first time she opened her eyes I was looking into them and I smiled up and pulled my mouth off it and said, Did that feel good Violet? Oh yes! That was amazing! How did you do that to me? she asked between pants. Its simple. Did you like that? Its called an orgasm. Have you had one of those before? Oh no Daddy! She said. I usually only suck on the mans thing and he cums fast and its over. Sometimes they stick their pecker inside me and its over before you know it. No man has ever put his mouth down their before. She said. Im glad you liked it Violet. He said. I loved it! You can do that any time. Even for free just dont tell Miss Penny. She said. Dont you want to stick it in me now Daddy? Well I dont know. Do you want me too? Sure! I mean if you want too. She said looking down at my cock seeing it was fully hard and drooling with precum. You look like you could use a good one Daddy. You can stop calling me Daddy. My name is Michael. Whats wrong Michael? You dont want me to be your little girl any more? No, I want you to be mine. I want to make love to you like no man has ever done before. And I want you to want me to. Oh yes I do Michael. I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock. She said as she sat up on the bed and looked at me turning around and presenting me with her asshole. You dont have to be that way Violet. And I gont want to put it inside your butt. Like what? I want you to want me to make love to you. I want you to want me to kiss you. I want you to want me to cum inside you. Oh Michael I do. She said as I laid on top of the skinny nymph and she held my face and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and she took mine and pulled it into her mouth. I sensed her heart was getting into it as much as her body was. I kissed down her chest and she pulled me up to her face. No more of your mouth Michael I want you to fuck me! I smiled at her and I sat up and pulled her legs up and put them against my chest with her ankles over my shoulders. She smiled up at me knowing I was about to fuck her pussy. She looked scared and reserved and I couldnt think of why. Yes! she said and I lined up my cock with the entrance of her pussy. She smiled at me and I pushed. Oh wow! she cried as my cock head entered her and I smiled down at her seeing my cockhead inside her pussy. I felt something unexpected. I felt what I thought was a hymen protecting the girls cunt from my cock. I looked at her and said, I thought you werent a virgin! You said other men have fucked you before. They have but they always want to stick it in my butt! Dont stop Michael. Make love to me Michael. I want you. I want you to be my first! I want you to have my virginity Michael. I looked down at her and a warm feeling washed over me. I decided I would take it. So I pushed hard as I could inside her pussy and broke through her cherry.Ahhhhhh yes! she cried as I took her womanhood and looked down and was fully inside her cunt. She looked up in pain and she had tears in her eyes. My cock was buried to the hilt and I looked down as I pulled it back out of her tiny pussy and it was covered with a light coating of blood. She moaned as I slid it back inside making her cry out loud once again. Uhhhhhh Michael. It hurts! she said and she pulled me down to her and kissed me. I held her like that for a moment kissing her. When I broke our kisses she was panting and gasping for air. It hurts but I feel so different Michael. Different how? I asked kissing her on the nose. Like a woman. She said kissing me hard again rolling her tongue all around mine and puling me closer. I broke the kiss again and I said, Tell me when you are ready to continue. I promise once the pain goes away you will start feeling really good. I wiped her tears from her eyes and held her close and kissed her sweetly. She stopped crying and her breathing returned to normal. Okay Michael. She said. I pulled my self up again and we both looked at my cock sticking out of her tinged with blood. Thats so gross! she said referring to the blood and I pulled out and her pussy clung to my cock and I slowly pushed it back inside. Ohhhhhh. She moaned not in pain this time. Does that feel any better darling? I asked as she smiled at me and nodded her head. I pulled out again then back inside a little faster this time. Slowly I picked up my pace sliding in and out of the 10-year-old girl. In a few minutes her eyes were closed and I was doing everything I could not to cum right then. Her long brown tendrils were surrounding her angelic face and I slid my cock out then back in the most welcoming home it has ever known. She felt so tight and so unbelievable. Ohhhhhh its so good. She moaned and that did it. She opened her eyes and looked at me and I came. Uhhhh, Violet! I moaned as I emptied months worth of cum into the child. She looked up at me as I unloaded spurt after spurt of baby making sperm into her. I was not sure at the time if she was even able to get pregnant but at that time I did not care. My cock stayed inside her and my balls pushed the last of my cum inside her and then I collapsed on top of her making her groan again as I buried myself inside her tight young pussy. Chapter 2 We kissed again and she looked up at me quite proud of herself. She pulled the sheet over my shoulder and tried to cover my nakedness with it. She kissed me like a woman not a young girl. We laid together and I finally pulled out of her cunt when it deflated and kind of popped out. We kissed and she looked at me loving that she was now a woman. Miss Penny brought in our dinner later and we made love to each other a second time that night and she sucked my cock in the morning to wake me up. She swallowed my cum and called it a great breakfast. I went home that morning but not before telling sweet Violet where I was staying and inviting her to come by any time. A day or two later I was working on my book and there was a knock on my door. I opened it and the woman whom I rented the room from was standing in my doorway with young violet and a cute little black girl. These girls said that you were expecting them. Said the older woman with a disapproving look on her face. My room was on her property but over her garage completely separate from her house. Violet was close but she knocked on the main house instead of coming around to the garage as I instructed. Is that true young man? Yes it is Maam. Yeah, Im his girlfriend. Said Violet laughing at the old woman. Uhhhh! gasped the woman and she gave me a dirty, nasty look. Now, now Violet stop teasing. Pardon the child she is just playing with you Maam. She is the daughter of a friend and I promised to look after her and her friend today. Isnt that right Violet? Sure thing! she said grabbing her friends hand skipping into my studio apartment. The landlady still looked quite distraught and I waved and closed the door and shot Violet a very nasty look. That was not good Vi. You cannot talk like that in public. I scolded the child but I was delighted they were there. Violet looked at me frowning and walked up to me saucily and she got close and said, Im sorry Michael. I was bad Do you want to spank me? she giggled kissing me again. Her lips tasted of candy and she slipped her tongue deep into my mouth and then broke her kiss. Do you want to meet Betsy? Betsy come over here! She is our maids daughter and I told her all about you. She wants you to make her cum like you made me cum the other day with yur mouth! But you cant fuck her! He mama would be so mad if you took her cherry too Michael! Nice to meet you Betsy. You are a very cute little girl. How old are you? I asked holding out my hand to the girl. She took my hand and twisted on her toes not answering me. Shes seven Michael. Is that too young for you? Violet said for the girl. Shes shy. I looked at the child and she was dressed in a plain white dress that reached to her knees with lace at the hem. She was even more flat than Violet showing no signs of development. Her hair was in two long braids on both sides of her head. She was very dark in fact I had never seen a little black girl as dark as this one was. She had a very sweet face and she smiled at me as I checked her out. Violet was looking equally cute and sexy. She wore a cute little red top with polka dots and tight blue shorts that were cut a little short for a girl only ten. Her hair was brushed straight and it came down hanging low on her back. Her alabaster skin looked glorious in contrast to the girl to her right. Well I dont think there will be a problem with Betsy. She sure is cute. Are you sure you want to learn how to play with us Betsy? She nodded and laughed. Welcome to my room, lets get comfortable. I said walking over to the sofa and Violet joined me and sat right next to me. I held out my hand unsure if this little girl was quite as ready as she said she was. She took my hand and she walked in front of me the perfect height for a little kiss. I pulled her close and she was smiling the whole time. Can I get a kiss? I asked. She nodded and I gently pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips. She did not close her eyes and she stood there and let me kiss her. I slid my tongue along her lips and she giggled. That tickles! she said. Well open up and let him really kiss you Betsy! Violet said nudging her friend. Betsy nodded and I moved back in for a second try. I slid my tongue out and this time she opened her lips and accepted mine into her mouth. She moaned as I snaked it around her mouth inside looking for her tongue. Once I found it she took notice and started mocking my movements kissing me back. Once I finished the kiss I looked at her and she giggled. Aint that nice Betsy? Again she nodded and I smiled. She needs lots of practice. You should teach her how to kiss Violet. I never kissed another girl before! Violet said looking at her friend giggling. Come her and lets fix that. I said pulling her off the couch next to me and standing her next to the girl. She leaned down and kissed her and they swapped tongues and giggled incessantly as they gave me a perverted little display of little girl curiosity. See? Girls taste sweeter than boys do huh? I said knowing both girls tasted of the candy they recently ate. We sure do! said Betsy smiling at me. It was the first thing she said to me. When are you gonna make me cum Mister? She smiled and twisted on her toe on one foot again teasing me with her innocence. Well that depends. How much do you want it? I asked. A whole bunch! Vi said you made her feel better than she ever felt I want to feel that way too Mister. She said. I liked that she was calling me Mister and I didnt stop her. Well first we need to get you undressed. I said. She lifted her hands over her head and I pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside. She stood before me in only her white cotton panties. Her flat chest was remarkable. Her skin was flawless and her tiny black nipples were very cute. I reached down not wanting her to get bashful and I pulled them down and she stepped out of them. Now she was completely naked. Her pussy looked sexy. She had a bulbous cunt and her lips were very large and sexy. I pulled her to me and I kissed her again this time she got better and rolled her tongue around mine and moaned. I rubbed her chest and played with her tiny nipples and she seemed to enjoy that. I moved my hand slowly down her flat tummy and I rested it on her pussy. She broke her kiss and looked at me when I touched it and let out her breath and took another one quickly. I smiled and slid my middle finger along the crack of her pussy separating her cunt lips and slipping my finger between her inner lips and stroked her there. She started breathing faster as I massaged and played with her little cunt. Violet not wanting to be left our knelt next to her little friend and took her nipple into her mouth and gently sucked them one at a time looking up at her smiling. Do you like this Betsy? Betsy nodded and Violet continued sucking her little dark nipples In another minute Betsys eyes were closed and I continued fingering her little pussy and her breathing quickened and she started moaning. Ohhhhh wow, whats happening to me Mister? She said not understanding what was happening to her tiny pussy. Its alright! You are gonna cum now! This is what I told you about it feels really good. Just go with it girl! Violet said and she took her nipple back into her mouth again and Betsy just closed her eyes and enjoyed the new feelings. Uh, uh, uh, ohhhhhhh yeah! she moaned and then she came. Her body shook and she came hard bucking under my touch and shaking like a leaf. I slowed my gentle rubbing and she opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. Wow that was great! That aint nothing, his mouth feels so much better than his fingers. Violet said standing up. Youre gonna put your mouth down there Mister? Betsy said looking up at me smiling. Sure! I said as I stood up in front of the pair of nymphs and undressed. I took off my shirt then my pants and unbuckled my trousers and pushed my pants down to the floor with my boxers showing the girls my big cock. I was sure this was the first time young Betsy had ever seen a mans cock and for sure one that was hard. Wow your thing is all big and hard Mister! Betsy said as she saw it for the first time. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she smiled looking at me. He calls it his cock and Michael I want to suck it again. Can I? asked Violet. You bet. I said and I got up on the bed and laid down. Betsy? Come here and sit up and put your little pussy over my mouth and I will make you feel really good. Violet, you can suck it again and show little Betsy how to make me feel good with your mouth. Yeah! both girls said in unison. Betsy positioned herself over my head and I pulled her closer so I could get to her tiny black pussy. It was perfect and now that she was on top of me her tiny cunt split open and I could see the bright pink insides of her virgin pussy. Ohhhhhhh yes! she moaned when I started licking her. Uhhhh yes! Violet groaned as she prepared to suck my cock. She liked oral sex and she opened her mouth and inserted my cock between her lips. She started sucking me and I spread Betsys pussy open wider seeing her maidenhead. I was so aroused by eating the seven-year-olds delicious cunny. She had a cute little bubble but and I played with her tiny ass cheeks as I licked her pussy. Uh, uh, uh, ohhhh, slurp slurp. Violet was a noisy cocksucker and I really liked that. Nothing better than a noisy, hot blowjob from a sexy little Lolita like Violet. What does it taste like Vi? Betsy asked her admiring her sucking my cock. It tastes good! It leaks out this creamy stuff when I suck it. Its kind of salty and creamy but its not bad! Do you want to try it? Violet said as her friend began to look like she was going to cum again on my face. She nodded and leaned forward and covered by the little black girl, she put her mouth on my cock and did as Violet was doing. Uhhhhhhh yes! I groaned as she took my cock in her tiny mouth the first time. Suck it! She did just that and I spread her legs wider for myself and sucked on her supple lips and moved up and found her tiny, hard clitoris. She moaned when I found it and that made her move faster and take my cock deeper into her mouth. I felt like the luckiest man alive being spoiled by the two girls. Uh, uh, uh, ohhhh Mister. Im cumming again! she said pulling my cock from her mouth and closing her eyes focusing on the pussy licking I was doing. I focused on her immature clit and she groaned again releasing another big cum. Ahhhhh! She shook and shivered cumming on my mouth and her juices flowed. After watching her little friend cum again Violet was done sucking my cock. She wanted me to fuck her again so she got up and positioned her cunt over my waist and positioned her pussy just over the big, drooling head of my cock meat. I felt her put my cock at the entrance to her pussy and sat down taking half of it the first push. Ohhhhh wow Michael it feels so good. She moaned as she started rising and falling on my cock fucking herself with my dick. I happily continued licking Betsys pussy as my love fucked me. Betsy moved closer and started licking and sucking Violets prepubescent breasts. They were gently pursed nipples offering the hope that breasts would be coming soon. Betsy liked sucking her friends titties and she did not stop sucking on her tiny pink nipples until they were both hard. Violet was fucking me pretty good at this point. I could not see how much of my cock she was fucking now, but I felt like she was pretty close to taking it all. Ohhhh Michael Im gonna cum soon! she said with her hands on my stomach fucking up and down on my meaty pole. She fucked me and Betsy was cumming again on my face and Violet started cumming rising and falling on my cock and her pussy twitched and squeezed my cock as her pussy wrenched my cock as she came. This sent me over the edge as well. Im cumming sweetheart! I said and she jumped off me and started pumping my cock in her little hot hands. Ahhhhhhh yes! I groaned as she pumped my cock and squealed as I emptied a huge load all over my stomach as Violet pumped it and eventually cum covered her hands and fingers. She took one of her cum covered fingers and offered it to Betsy. Want a taste? she asked and Betsy nodded and Violet put her finger in her mouth and th young girls started licking my seed off her friends finger. Mmmmmmm. She said liking the taste and soon she cleaned off the cum and moved to the next finger. I think she likes it Michael. And the pair started cleaning up the jizz that covered her hands and my stomach. Watching the girls go after my cum was unbelievable. I believe youre right Violet. I said watching my cum disappear. With my cock deflated I decided it was time for a drink. I went to the small kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Are you two thirsty? They both joined me for a drink and when we were satisfied the girls joined me on the sofa and Betsy was the first to speak. Can we do that some more Mister? She asked her eyes big and looking at me. Well you have a lot to lean do you want to learn how to suck my cock like Violet did? She nodded. First, I cant do anything right now I need to rest. But if you two started to play with each other thatll help bring my cock back faster. Play how? Betsy asked. He wants us to play with our pussies together dont you Michael? Violet asked smiling at me. I nodded and she laughed. You are a dirty old man arent you? I nodded again. Violet being the nasty nymph I was growing to love moved up and laid back on the sofa spreading her legs wide and opening up her tight pussy and showing Betsy the insides of her pussy. Remember what he was doing to you when you were on top of his face Betsy? Betsy nodded. Do the same thing to me that he was doing to you. Use your mouth and make me feel good. Once you make me cum Ill do the same thing for you. Okay? You want me to put my mouth down there? she asked. Yes. Violet replied. Hes a dirty old man and it will make his dick get hard again so we can play with his cock again. She seemed o understand and she moved between Violets thin thighs and looked into her cunny as she spread herself open for the young black girl. Focus here. She said and she touched herself on her tiny bump that was her clitoris. Thats what feels the best. She instructed. Betsy did not hesitate any more. She liked what I did to suck her pussy and she wanted to make her friend feel the same way. She stuck out her tongue and started licking her as Vi pointed her to the best places to use her mouth and soon she had her eyes closed and was headed to her own orgasm. Violet looked at me as she sucked her cunt and she loved teaching the girl how to be naughty. This is so bad Michael. We are being so naughty. I smiled and she said, I love it! Ahhhhhhh. She moaned as Betsy found a good rhythm and started circling her clit with her long tongue. I watched as she got closer and started getting ready to make Violet cum again. She was on her hands and knees before her and her pussy and ass were being shown to me as she licked her pussy. My cock began to stiffen again as Violet came loudly and squeezed her thin legs around her head cumming quite good. Once Vi calmed down she switched positions with Betsy but instead of licking her pussy I wanted her to suck on her tiny black asshole. No child. I want you to lick and suck on her little ass. I said to Violet. She scrunched her face up and complained. No way, what if she poops? I promise you Violet that when you start licking her back there the last thing she will do is that. Get her into the position and I will lick you that way too. Once you see how good it feels you will want to do the same thing to her. I promise. She nodded and the girls switched out and Betsy bent over the sofa sticking her tiny black ass back at Violet and then she moved behind her but did not touch her. I got down behind my little prize and spread her tiny white ass wide looking at her tiny, pink rosebud of an asshole. I sank my tongue into it right away and she watched me start licking her ass and I moved my hand to her little slit and rubbed her pussy as I sucked her tiny asshole. My tongue pierced her muscle and soon she had her eyes closed and she rocked back and forth fucking back at my tongue as I sank it as deep as I could. See? It feels good doesnt it Violet? She nodded and looked at her friend still unsure about doing it to her. But she liked it and figured her friend would too. She leaned down and Betsy watched her as she stuck her tongue out and started licking her little butthole. Uhhhhhh. Betsy moaned as she licked her ass and reached down just like I was doing and started fingering her pussy and clit. Betsy liked that and she put her head down on the cushion loving the feelings. I spread Violets ass wider and decided to take another step. I wet my finger and slipped it inside her ass. Ohhh! she moaned as I entered her. She was unsure what I was doing but trusted me not to hurt her. I started pumping my index finger in and out of her sexy ass and she started moaning around Betsys ass as I did it. I continued rubbing her clit and she had an orgasm. When she was at the top of her climax I sank my entire finger inside her ass and that made her cum even harder. Once she recovered I took out my finger and replaced it with my longer middle finger and she started rocking back and forth harder as I fingered her ass. I decided now was the time. I wanted to fuck Violet in the ass. I figured she was ready so I removed my finger and moved to her face and presented it to her and said, Get it nice and wet Violet. Im going to fuck you again baby. She immediately took my cock into her mouth and did a fantastic job of lubing me up. Once I was ready I moved back to her and pressed my cock against her tiny asshole. Oh Michael, not there! I want you in my pussy! she whined. Im fucking your ass right now Vi. I want it so bad. She had let other men fuck her in the ass before she met me and let me take her cherry. But she never licked it like she did when I fucked her cunt. But She smiled and spread her legs wide for me and returned to her feast and started reaming her friend as I pushed it inside. Uhhhhhh! she groaned as I entered her ass and was inside her halfway with no problem. Her ass was so tight and so hot I loved the feeling ofg it wrapped around my stiff cock. I looked down as I started sliding in and out and the sight of her tiny ass being stuffed to the hilt by my cock was obscene and I loved it. I reached up and I pulled her long brown hair and gathered it into a ponytail. She lofted her face from Betsys ass and I pulled her hair as I fucked her. She was enjoying my gentle thrusts and I started fucking her harder. Oh Michael. Im gonna cum again. She said and I grabbed her hip in my left hand and her long hair pulled back in the other one and I pounded her hard as I felt yet another load welling up in my balls. Oh VioletI love you Im gonna cum in you In your ass! I moaned as I fucked her with no abandon. I pounded her tiny ass and she started to cum. She wrenched my cock and I spurted another huge load into her coating her bowels with cum. Ohhhhhh yes child Im cumming again. I groaned as I filled her ass completely with my cock. White cum coated my cock and squirted out as I overloaded her asshole with too much cum. It had nowhere to go so it started dripping out and onto the floor. I pulled my cock out and moved to the couch and pulled Betsy over to me and she looked at me wondering what I was thinking. Lick the cum off my cock again Betsy. She gave me a curious look knowing it was just in Violets ass. She did as I asked and she started licking and sucking my cock for the first time enjoying the salty flavor and the musky scent. I loved watching the tiny black girl suck my cock and clean me up. She had me clean and my cock was soft once again. Violet stood up and started dressing again. They had been there for almost three hours. We were all exhausted and they needed to go home. We need to go Michael. But I know where you live now. Can I come by if I want to? I love having sex with you and I think you do too. Violet said as she put her clothes back on. Yes Violet and bring any of your friends if you like. Just make sure they can keep a secret. Okay? I said. Yes! she said and she helped Betsy put her clothes back on. They left together and I watched the two skip out of site and back to the whorehouse. I was sure I would have a delightful time this summer.

Sex Story, M/F, voyeur, cheating, oral, straight, anal. I met Sheetal at the local Costco. I was there with my wife Rupali. She loved buying stuff in bulk. I guess I should be thankful to have a wife who is so frugal with my money but the idea of buying diapers by the caseload hardly fills me with the same kind of excitement as it does her. I love Rupali; ours was a love marriage though with the consent of both our parents. We both grew up in India and met in college here in the US. That's where we fell in love and decided to get married. We held off on sex till our wedding night and I'm glad we did. All that waiting and anticipation made it that much more memorable. We were both lawyers but after getting married she decided to become a full time housewife while I joined a fairly respectable law firm. She would occasionally help me out with my work at home and I was always amazed at how talented she was. She said that she might go back to practicing law again some day, but then with the birth of our son that idea faded out. Our lives were pretty hectic. I was pretty busy with work. Though the company I worked for was small it had built up a good reputation for itself and through hard work I managed to become a junior partner. That meant long hours and even working weekends. Rupali had her hands full with the house and our new baby. That made socializing next to impossible. I really didn't know many people outside of work and neither did Rupali. I was pushing the large shopping cart while Rupali carried the baby in her arms checking her list and looking up and down the aisles. That's how we bumped into another Indian couple, Rajiv and Sheetal. Sheetal was the one who started the conversation admiring our baby. She struck up a conversation with Rupali and soon the two were chatting away. It's amazing how fast women become so friendly. Rajiv introduced himself and so did I. We just exchanged a few awkward pleasantries. He suddenly remembered something he had to go get and went away. I was relieved coz I hated making idle conversation with new people. Rupali and Sheetal were still chatting. I noticed Sheetal was quite an attractive woman. Rajiv looked to be quite a few years older than me but Sheetal was about the same age as us. She wore a light green sweater that seemed like it was a couple of sizes too small for her and a tight short skirt. I had been urging my wife to shed some of her inhibitions and adopt more western attire. She usually just wore sarees, salwar kurtas or jeans and shirts but never something like this. Sheetal had a beautiful form. Her breasts weren't huge but set against her small waist they were very prominent. She had long flowing beautiful hair that she kept open. Her skin was smooth and tan. I suddenly realized I was ogling her and readjusted my gaze before anyone realized. My wife and Sheetal became good friends and though Rupali didn't get out much Sheetal often stopped by and she was always gossiping about movies and discussing the latest trends she had picked up from reading glamour rags. Sheetal was one of those typical Indian wives who enjoyed spending their husband's money on beauty parlors, clothes, clubs, fashion magazines, going to parties and that sort of thing. An Indian trophy wife of sorts. To help Rupali meet some more of the Indian women in her circle and develop more of a social life she organized a kitty party or whatever they called it, at our house. One of those "Girls Only" type affairs. I was the only guy there and even I was being treated more like some hired help. However I played along coz this was my way of thanking my wife for putting her career and social life on hold all these years for me and my career and our family. The whole thing winded up around 12:30 am and then Sheetal asked me to drop her off at her home coz she had had a few drinks and although she was pretty sober she didn't want to get pulled over and get into trouble for driving under the influence. After a thirty minute drive we pulled up to her driveway. She asked me to walk her into the house because Rajiv wasn't home and she always felt scared going into her large house in the dark all-alone. I thought it was silly to be afraid in your own house but I guess women can be like that sometimes. So I went in with her and she guided me to the light switches and I followed her instructions and lit up every room. It was the first time I had seen their house from the inside and it was huge and beautifully decorated. No doubt done up by some professional interior decorator because while it was very plush and impressive it really didn't have any of the warmth of a home. She insisted I have coffee with her and though it was late I finally acquiesced. This was really the first time I had truly been alone with her. She really doesn't need to be prodded into conversation and without my inquiring basically started laying out her life history to me. In a cynical tone she told me Rajiv was on a "business trip". She went on at length to explain that he had a blond airhead mistress in Phoenix who he fucked around with. He had a bit of a complex when it came to white women. He enjoyed being seen with a white girl especially in front of his Indian friends and clients. I offered the customary support and comfort to her but she really didn't need any. She explained that she was very happy in her current state. Rajiv's infidelity meant that he couldn't divorce Sheetal without loosing half his wealth, business and property to her thanks to the prenuptial agreement they had signed before their marriage. She wasn't completely useless to him. His more conservative relatives and friends in India adored her and would have never accepted his marrying a non-Indian. By staying married to him she knew that she could continue to enjoy life and spend his money without worry and he would continue providing for her to indulge her. "I've even got proof... wanna see?" Before I could answer she bounded barefoot to the bedroom with the energy of a teenager. I admired her body again as I watched her scamper away. She returned just as fast holding a DVD in one hand and keeping her jewelry from flying off with the other. She inserted it into the player and sat snuggling close to me as I directed my gaze to the very large screen TV on the wall. In a few seconds I saw a rather portly guy with a pepper grey goatee gasping and groaning as he pounded a blond girl hunched over in the doggy position. It was Rajiv and if I didn't know any better I would have thought he was having a heart attack. The blond was very attractive and looked very young. Seemed almost too young. Though she wasn't moving, her face and her moans showed that she was enjoying it. "She's 19 now... but she was 16 when he first started fucking her. Trailer trash! She'd probably fuck her own granddad for the kind of money he spends on her", Sheetal whispered into my ear as if not wanting to disturb the couple that was fucking on the TV screen. "She doesn't seem to be too far off from that", I replied noting how much older Rajiv looks. Sheetal laughed out loud. It was the first time I had heard her laugh like that. It was almost like a giddy schoolgirl's laughter. Usually she has a very pretentious laugh like all the other rich snooty old ladies she hangs around with. I squirmed a little in the sofa. Adjusting my position which had become a little uncomfortable because of my hard-on. I must admit I envied Rajiv for being able to afford the best of both worlds. I would have loved to bang a blond too. After just a couple of minutes Rajiv came, apparently dumping his load inside the girl's pussy. Sheetal told me he doesn't like wearing condoms. I can't blame the guy... who does? Exhausted, he collapsed on top of the girl, holding her close. They fell asleep. The movie then got out of focus and it looked like someone was putting the lens cap back on. Whoever took the video was probably actually hiding in the room at the time. I had all these thoughts running in my head when I suddenly looked down with a start as I felt Sheetal rubbing my crotch thru my pants. I jumped off the sofa and she was visibly surprised at my reaction. I told her that this was totally inappropriate. I told her that I loved my wife and that I knew what she was trying to do. I told her she should be ashamed of herself. Rupali was her friend. I could never betray Rupali like that. "Rahul, no one has to know. And I know you're attracted to me. You think I don't notice. I see the way you watch me. I know you don't love me... I'm not asking you to. It's just a fuck yaar. Lighten up." "It's true. I look at you. I look at a lot of women, but that doesn't mean I go around fucking them all. It's just fantasy. You think about it and that's it." I think I was justifying it as much to myself as to her. "And what all have you fantasized about me?" she asked me coyly. She was trying to draw me into a conversation to arouse me. I wasn't falling for it. "Never mind Sheetal. Meine galti ki yaha aake. I always knew you were a slut" "Ooooh... so you fantasized about me even though you thought I was a slut. Maybe you want a slut. Tell me what slutty things you want me to do Rahul. Rupali told me you keep begging her to try dirty things. She's not enough woman for you Rahul." That really pissed me off. I was mad at Rupali for discussing our intimate personal details with this bitch. I was mad at Sheetal for thinking she was better than my wife. Mad at her for thinking that I would be so easily seduced." In my rage I grabbed Sheetal by her arms and roughly threw her on the sofa. "namaard saale. Joru ke gulaam. What kind of a man are you. Your wife's got you pussy whipped", she spit on my shirt from the sofa. I bent over and slapped her face. I couldn't believe I had done that. How could I have hit a woman? She might have deserved it but it was wrong. Was she right to call me, "naamard". What kind of a man hits a woman like that? She got up, her hand cupping her cheek. I moved to her to apologize. She had tears in her eyes but she didn't seem sad. I was confused. "Yeah baby... that's what a real man does to his woman. Oh god that was so sexy. I like a man who stands up for himself like that." I had just slapped her and out of shame and guilt I couldn't bring myself to touch her again let alone even push her away when she came close and hugged me. My lust for her betrayed me as she reached down and fondled my crotch. I knew it was hopeless to resist. I wanted to stop this but I couldn't bring myself to do it. All those memories of me quietly jacking off in the shower while thinking of Sheetal came flooding back. I had told myself they were just fantasies I would never act on. I never felt any love for Sheetal... just the urge to fuck her. She just always seemed like such a modern, westernized slut... wearing those short skirts and tight blouses. Rupali on the other hand was always just a good Indian wife. I could never think of Rupali in ways I thought about Sheetal. Sheetal was such a slut I could imagine doing anything with her no matter how perverted. Sheetal reached down and unbuckled my belt. Then she slowly unzipped my trousers pulling them down as she slowly fell to her knees. My cock was so hard it hurt and felt trapped in my shorts. I looked at her. She looked so different today. She had worn an embroidered pink saree for the party today. I had never seen her in a saree before but didn't notice it till now as she pulled my dick out of my underwear. She wore her hair the same way as always, open and flowing beautifully over her shoulders. She has a very cute fair oval face. Her chin has a very subtle cleft that draws attention to her beautiful lips (the upper one is thinner than the lower one). She was wearing dark pink lipstick that made her lips seem even fuller than before and they glistened when she smeared the precum from my cockhead on them. When I saw her laugh earlier that evening I saw she has a beautiful wide smile that dimples her soft cheeks. She smiled the same way again and raised her left eyebrow, wickedly taunting me to resist her. She knew she had me completely under her power now. She has nice eyes, dark brown and always lined with kajal. Her hair is beautiful, silky and shining, parted to one side and hanging down below her shoulders. I had reconciled with myself. I had been fantasizing about Sheetal since the day I met her. I imagined doing things to her that I would only do to a prostitute. I told myself that I had already cheated on my wife in my head... so this was no different. It did help alleviate my guilt for the time being. I stared blankly at her face, mystified. She was a slut, there was no denying it but her cute young face and the innocence she was so good at faking added to her sheer undeniable sexuality. The thought of my penis penetrating those inviolable lips made my cock fill with even more blood. She grew hornier by the minute. Now holding my cock in one fist, she pulled back the foreskin exposing the head fully and licked my shaft from the very base of it to the tip. Then she thrust her face forward and slid her lips about my cock-head and shaft and sucked my cock. I almost passed out with ecstasy. Her mouth was wonderful, hot and moist, sucking like a pump, her fleshy tongue playing with my cock-head in her mouth. I gasped, my hips rocking, hands flying down her head, my hips jerking forward at her face, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. She spluttered and choked, then sucked harder and harder, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She cupped and rubbed my aching balls sexily. I gripped her head, grunting like a pig, rocking hard back and forth on my feet, fucking her mouth. "Ohhhhh Sheetal hanh mmmmmugh...", I groaned. She sucked harder yet and I called her name out louder, "SHEETAL... oh yes... that's it." She pulled her mouth off my dick with a smack and looking right into my eyes said, "Oh come on Rahul. You can do better than that. Say all those dirty things you're too shy to say in front of your wife." I looked at her face, held her chin and told her, "C'mon, you dirty little whore ... come on ... suck it! Suck my cock!" "Haaanh... say it in hindi. I fucking love that", she moaned. I hesitated... "Sheetal, chooso mujhe... JORSE choose, rundi chulchoosmerelundkohanh...hanh... HAANH!" I cried. It seemed to excite her even more and her head rocked frantically back and forth, rolling and moving from side to side, her teeth and tongue scraping against my skin. Keeping my dick deep in her mouth she moaned loudly. Her longing reverberated throughout my whole body. I tried so hard to hold back... but I was too far gone. I held her head in place and erupted in her mouth. The first couple of spurts shot directly into the back of her mouth and she opened her mouth pulling me out. She jerked me frantically, sending my cum in every direction. Some of it landed on her face and her hair. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, savoring the moment. Sheetal slowly suckled on my gradually deflating dick easing me down from the height of my orgasm. I opened my eyes to see her lovingly rubbing my dick against her cheeks. Still on her knees she led me by my dick over to the sofa. I sat down and she climbed up beside me. That's when I noticed where the rest of my cum had landed. Some of the thick creamy white globs of my sperm were sticking to her the silk saree she was wearing leaving damp patched around the areas around them. I felt something sticking to my hand and noticed that some of it had also landed on her beautiful white sofa. "That's gonna leave a stain" I said. "OH FUCK... you ruined my saree. Now I'll have to throw it out." She handed me a couple of tissues and asked me to wipe off the cum from the sofa. I wiped off whatever I could find grumbling, "hey you're the one who started this remember?!" She realized that she was turning me off and so she apologized and explained that she had planned to have us move into the bedroom by now. My reaction surprised her and so she had improvised. "Ok... so let's go into the bedroom then." I said, a smile returning to my face. She held my hand and led me to the bedroom. The dcor matched the rest of the house. I really didn't pay much attention to it. My eyes were focused mainly on her hips. Her saree clung to her beautiful frame and her tiny blouse left her midriff exposed. She wore a silver chair around her waist that jingled slightly as she swung her hips sexily with every step. Near the bed I grabbed her by her hips and threw her on the bed. I liked being in control like this. Sex with Rupali was more romantic than lustful or wild. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me, then roughly pushed her saree and petticoat up her thighs to her waist. My dick was slowly beginning to harden again as I rubbed my hands coarsely over her thighs. They were silky smooth and creamy. It was clear she took great care of every inch of her body. Rubbing her pussy through her lacey pink panties I kissed her mouth, my other hand now rubbing her breasts through her blouse. She broke the kiss and asked me, "You like how I taste baby? Mmmm? Taste me down there. Please... stick your tongue in my little pussy." I moved down grabbing her by the thighs and pulled her into my face. She playfully covered my head with the saree and I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I started by licking between the folds of her pussy lips in long strokes moving up and down. I rubbed her clit taking some spit from my mouth. She was already quite wet and the more I worked her pussy with my tongue the more she started absolutely dripping. I could hear her giggles though I couldn't see her face from under the saree. The giggles slowly turned to gasps and moans, begging me not to stop. I wanted to fuck her so badly and I couldn't control myself. I pulled my head out from underneath her saree and pushing it back with one hand and stroking my dick with the other I got ready to fuck her. "NO... she cried. You're not totally hard yet. Let's see if we can make that big dick of yours rock solid." She climbed off the bed and before I could respond pushed me onto my back on the bed. She ran over to the night stand and popped in a Hindi music CD. Some song (I don't know the name) started playing. It had a really erotic undertone to the beats and a very sultry female voice singing about loneliness and waiting for her lover at night. Whatever it was she knew how to dance to it. Standing over me, she started to dance erotically, bending over, letting the pallu of the saree drop, exposing her blouse and her deep cleavage. She kneeled down, straddling my chest and bent over letting her hair fall over my face then moving up slowly bringing her heaving chest close to my face. I began to unbutton her blouse and marveled at how her bosom seemed to grow as each button came undone. Before I could finish undoing the very last button she rose up once again standing over me, swaying her ass obscenely as she unwound the rest of her saree, letting it fall in a heap next to me until she was finally in just her blouse and petticoat. Then she pulled the cord open and I grabbed it and pulled it down. She stepped out of it and kicked it off the bed. She had already achieved her aim. My dick was harder now than it had ever been before. The thought seeing another man's wife stripping and dancing for me and then getting to fuck her like a whore was driving me wild. She danced a little more against the bedpost, grinding her pussy and breasts obscenely in erotic gestures. For the first time I saw her form in all it's glory. Her legs and arms are slender and shapely. One of the most sensual things about her is her back. Perfectly smooth skin. Unblemished and her elegantly postured, the spine neatly hollowed, curving down into the small of her back, just over her firm round ass. She carries her hips with the grace of a truly sensual Indian woman. Not being able to hold back any longer I got up and pulled her onto the bed. All I knew was the searing heat in my loins and my need to immerse my cock in her flesh. Gasping, I flung myself on her, pushing her onto her back, fumbling between her legs. She spread her thighs wide apart, on either side of my hips, and with her hands gently guided my penis to her cunthole. I chewed and sucked on her breasts hungrily, totally without expertise and she gasped under me in a delight. . Her breasts are full and firm and juicy, sloping nicely, with hard nipples, the aureoles taut and small. She has a good cleavage and her belly is flat, the hips flaring to her firm buttocks and the shapely thighs that I was now violating with my engorged penis. She had on delicate gold earrings and a nice gold chain with a pearl pendant in a sepal setting around her neck, and her wrists jingled with gold bangles and bracelets. Every thrust into her pussy shook her and in turn caused all her jewelry to jingles. The noise adding to the urgency of the moment. I squeezed her breasts hard, and her nipples quivered in my fingers. Despite the way she was being jerked back and forth on the bed by me she somehow managed to undo my shirt buttons, drawing it off, tracing tantalizing patterns on my chest and back, making me tremble with excitement. She moved her hands to my balls cupping them. She cried out loudly, arching under me, her feet rising to hook behind my hips, her hands on my arms, and then I was fucking her, banging away, slamming my hips back and forth, back and forth, pistoning my huge cock in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. "Ohhhh Rahul yes.. YEEAAS.... Aur jorse.... Harder... hanh uhhh hanh uhh hanh yes ohhhhh yes yes ... ohhhh yes yes do it baby yes ..." she cried, arching and heaving under me, her head whipping from side to side. "Yes! Fuck me! Chodhlemujhe! Fuck me harder baby!" Her filthy words goaded me on and excited me immensely and I cried out in excitement and plunged even deeper into her, enjoying the heat and tightness of her cunt. Her body rocked and jerked under my vicious, savage thrusts, each one making her shriek. Her body shone with sweat, rocking back as I thrust and rammed my cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her. Then she did something I had never experienced before (this was really turning out to be a night of firsts) She clenched my buttocks fiercely, dragging me down deeper into her fiery cunt. I felt her spasm and shudder and her cunt clamped down hard on my penis and then she poked a finger into the crack of my ass and gently rubbed my anus. I couldn't bear it anymore, and, with an agonized cry I ploughed deep into her, my hips twitching at her thighs, and shot my load into her sweet flesh, jet after jet of my burning jizz spewing into her ravaged cunt. She hunched forward, gasping in delight as my hot cum flooded her cunt. Panting, I fell on her, streaming with sweat. She kissed my cheek, caressing my thick, hair, fondling my back and buttocks. I slid out of her slowly and rolled over onto my back beside her on the bed. We lay for a while, recovering, and she sensed my eagerness to establish my virility and manhood. With a soft chuckle, she rolled over onto me, the gold chain around her neck and her breasts swinging, and straddled my hips. I cupped her breasts, and suckled gently on them one by one, making her moan in delight. Her wet cunt ground against my cock. She kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, her breasts hot on my slippery chest. She began to slide down my body again, sucking and licking at my nipples, lapping at the rivulets of sweat that glistened on my hairless chest. She went down further and I murmured softly as I felt her lips slide around my cock once more. This time, though, I was in no hurry and I lay back and let her work at it. I held her head in my hands and moved it up and down to suit my pleasure, pumping my hips gently as I fucked her pretty face. I lifted my head and watched her and grew aroused at the sight of her head bobbing over my crotch, my fat cock glistening in her mouth. She then turned around straddling my face and resumed sucking on my penis. I assumed she wanted me to lick her pussy again and I was only too happy to oblige. I realized that her cunt was overflowing with my cum and I wasn't too eager to dive into my own cum. Wiping some of the excess cum from her pussy with my fingers I finally started to lick her pussy lips. I really didn't want to disappoint her and getting lost in the feeling of her mouth on my cock I started to lick her pussy. She stopped sucking me and turning her head and looking over her shoulder she said, "Oh baby... will you do something for me... pleeese." I desperately wanted her lips back on my cock so without hesitation I responded, "ANYTHING". "Rim my asshole baby", she said coyly grinning. I didn't much relish the idea of licking her or anyone's asshole... the idea disgusted me. Before I could respond that familiar warm moist, feeling returned to my cock and so I decided to just finger her hole for a little while. She had a delicate little asshole. The sphincter pulling apart and then closing ever so slightly with her movements. As I placed my finger on the puckered little hole it tightly clenched shut and I felt Sheetal's whole body shudder in excitement. Wetting my finger I rubbed it some more and I started peeking open just a touch. I was surprised at how pretty and pink and clean it looked. I was actually feeling tempted to try licking it. She was grinding her pussy on my chest and it was soaked in her juices and my sweat. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and raised my head to move my mouth closer to it. She sensed that I was ready and arched her back forward, curving her ass down towards my face. I poked my tongue at the opening and Sheetal involuntarily jerked her ass surprised at the warm intruder. I licked around the opening, surprised that I wasn't feeling as repulsed by this as before. After a few licks of the sphincter I finally poked the tip of my tongue into her asshole. She moaned her delight onto my cock head and that just brought my dick completely back to life. I tongued her asshole for a few more minutes till she finally rose up off me, relinquishing her hold of my cock. She spat on her fingers and rubbed it into her asshole. "You've been so good to me Rahul. Now it's time I did something special for you." She spat a few more times on her hands but then decided it wasn't enough to lube her for what was about to come. So she went into the bathroom and brought out some aloe vera lotion. She squeezed a little dollop of it into the palm of her right hand and then rubbed it into her hole with her left. When her anus felt slick enough she slowly squeezed the mouth of the bottle into her hole and squeezed the bottle forcing almost a third clear gel like lotion into her ass. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open as she felt the cool gel pumping into her. Closing her eyes with a smile she pulled the bottle out. Her lips pouted a little and her left eyebrow arched up as she rubbed her sphincter with her finger one more time. I was completely stupefied watching her. Finally she climbed up on the bed like a cat, I noticed she had her ass tightly clenched, not wanting to let any of the lotion leak out. She looked at me seductively over her shoulder, pushing her hair back with her fingers and said, "Rupali never lets you to do this right? I had no words to answer her. I moved in behind her, ready to ram into her with the savage ferocity of a wild animal. Placing my left foot on the edge of the bed and standing behind her I grabbed her ass tightly. I didn't care if I hurt her I was just so hot for her. She grabbed my dick which was standing firm against my belly, hard as stone. She pulled down on it, trying to position the cockhead at the entrance to her anus. Closing my eyes and clenching my fingers harder on her flesh I moved my hip forward piercing her rectum with just the head. Once it plopped it she released her grip on me and steadied herself on her hands and knees. "Alright Rahul, do it... fuck my tight little asshole... baby please... pleeeze". I straddled her hips and squeezed my cock into the incredible tightness of her ass, gasping in wonder and joy. She cried out in lust and pain, her fingers clenched tight, almost tearing the bedspread as I drove in deeper and deeper, my body tensed and taut, my head arched, my cock swallowed by her taut rear channel. She was tighter than anything I could have imagined. Like a fist gripping me so tightly that pushing into her felt like it would rip the skin off my dick. Thank god she lubed herself. It felt so wonderful. I could feel the gel squish around my penetrating member. As I drove deeper, some of the gel started to squeeze out from her asshole, dripping slowly down her pussy and then the inside of her thigh. Once completely inside I paused, enjoying the feeling of being so completely enveloped. It felt as if there were a million tight rings massaging every small millimeter of my dick. A part of me just wanted to stay in that position of ever. I had been intently watching Sheetal's face. She looked to be in so much discomfort as I had slowly squeezed into her, but now an expression of calm relief started to come over her. Making sure I had firm footing I started to pull out just a little and then pushed back in again. I repeated it several time, each time pulling out a little further and then pushing back in all they way till I was finally making long deep strokes in and out of her. I quickened my pace instinctively but still I felt the wonderful feel of the tight rings rolling over my penis, massaging me. "Yes, yes yes. Chodmujhe... meri gaand marle...", she cried, the words sounding so filthy and erotic. She begged me to fuck her ass harder and deeper. The liquid oozing from her ass hole had been churned by my incessant fucking and was foaming around her puckered asshole. I slammed into her and she cried out and I thrust a hand under her belly and arched a finger into her cunt, making her orgasm violently. Her sphincter spasmed on my dick and I cried out and came shooting my load into her hot, tight little ass. I hunched over, my hips jerking involuntarily, my cock quivering as it emptied the last few spurts of my cum into her. I kissed her sweaty back and clutched the smooth flesh of her breasts. After staying in her for a while I felt myself overcome with exhaustion. Dreamily I started to pull myself out of her hole, my dick felt raw and so sensitive. Sheetal's asshole looked like a gaping wound. It was red and wet and as she started to stand up a torrent of my cum and the clear gel flushed out of her, flowing in rivulets down the insides of her thighs. Sheetal fell asleep next to me. Later I dressed and headed home. Praying Rupali was already asleep and wouldn't notice how late I got home. I was fortunate. She was fast asleep, tired from the party. I had a quick shower and gently climbed into bed with her. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

M/F, straight, cheating, voyeur, oral, anal, mast Sheetal and had opened up a part of me I never really admitted I had. My life with my wife Rupali was your typical, wholesome life. We loved each other and our infant son. We shared household chores. I worked hard and provided for the family while she stayed at home and took care of the house and our son. Despite our hectic lives we made love to each other a couple of times a week and maintained a healthy sex life. Nothing had changed there, but now Sheetal had added another more devious dimension to my life that no one else knew about except the two of us. Sheetal and Rupali were the best of friends and it amazed me how Sheetal was able to lie so blatantly to her, carrying on the faade of friendship, while fucking her husband behind her back and ridiculing her innocence and naivety. I was no better, I was cheating on my wife with her best friend, indulging in all sorts of lustful trysts and deceiving her by pretending to be a good husband. But I could not control my lust for Sheetal. She provided me an outlet for all my unspeakable desires. My wife Rupali was the good girl... we made love to each other. Sheetal was the whore that I fucked. Sheetal was careful never to let on that anything was going on between us at home. But at work she would call me everyday. We'd have phone sex, and lustful conversations in which we discussed our darkest most intimate fantasies. My favorite fantasy involved picking up a prostitute. Not one of those high-class escorts, but one of those streetwalkers. I was always too afraid to do it coz I didn't want to take any chances getting arrested or get any disease. One time she came to my office, pretending to be a potential client. She was such a great actress. My secretary led her in trying desperately to console her. She was crying, saying she wanted to divorce her husband. I had her sit down on the sofa in my office, closed the blinds and asked my assistant not to disturb us. Then I sat down behind my desk and she crawled on her hands and knees under my desk and unzipped my pants and gave me a blowjob that blew my mind. She would come by a couple of time a week after that. She even paid for my professional services by the hour. To everyone in the office I was merely advising her on her divorce proceedings. One day, around the time I was getting ready to leave for work, I received a call on my cell phone. The called ID showed it was Sheetal. I was pretty surprised as we had agreed that she would not call on my cell phone. I didn't want my wife seeing my phone bill and get suspicious. I answered the phone and Sheetal was surprisingly brief, "I'm here on the corner of Sunset Blvd and Spaulding Ave. I need you to come by and pick me up." I knew that to be a particularly seedy area of town and I thought that maybe her car broke down or something and that's why she needed me to pick her up. It wasn't a good area and so I quickly rushed out of the office and drove over. I drove a couple of times past the intersection she had mentioned trying to see if I could find Sheetal anywhere but there was no sign of her. I didn't want to get a ticket for cruising so I found a spot to park and got out to look for her on foot. She wasn't picking up her cell phone. It was getting a little dark and there were mostly hookers on the sidewalks at that time of the evening. I walked past them trying not to make direct eye contact but I couldn't help but sneak a peak at a few of them. I wished we lived in a consequence free world that I could pick up one of them and take them over to some motel for a night of debauchery. That's when I heard one of them call my name. "This ain't no peep show Rahul". I was stunned to see Sheetal, standing there leaning against a lamppost. She was wearing a short red dress made of a spandex like material. It was more like a swimsuit barely connected at the waist leaving most of her midriff bare. She wore a long pearl necklace entwined around her neck and hanging down all the way to her waist. She wore black fishnet stocking and stood perched on inch high platform heels. In her stocking she kept a couple of packets of condoms. She was wearing far too much eye shadow or mascara or whatever and her lips were almost glowing with bright red lipstick. Her hair wasn't the usual straight long flowing style. Instead it looked slick and curly. I probably wouldn't have recognized her if I wasn't so familiar with her voice from all those times when she talked dirty to me during sex. She really loved acting like a slut and now she had taken it to another level. "Like what you see mister?" she said while rubbing her crotch thru her dress in an obscene gesture. I was speechless. Then she came close to me and rising on her tip toes on those heels whispered into my ear, "I wanted you to pull up in the car and pick me up like you were picking up a hooker." All I could muster in response was, "I want to watch you." She opened her eyes wide as if in disbelief and then chewing her gum a little more smiled at me and said and enthusiastic, "OK!" I walked over to my car nearby and sat down watching her. She really had this thing down. She walked a couple of times up and down the sidewalk just like the other girls. She was by far the prettiest. Whenever a car would slow down as it passed by her she'd look at the driver and really act as if offering a blowjob. She'd open her lips and jerk her fist near her mouth and then suck on her thumb, twisting her head as she sucked. I loved watching her walk. She moved so sexily, swaying her hips from side to side with each step. You could easily make out the perfect curves of her as underneath her dress. She bent over as if rubbing her leg and the dress hiked up just a little, revealing the very bottom of her butt cheeks. I was about to turn the key in the ignition to go pick her up when I noticed a silver Mercedes pull up next to the curb. I couldn't see the driver from my vantage point but I saw Sheetal saunter over to the passenger side window and lean over. She spoke to him for a couple of seconds, in between adjusting her stockings and then opened the door and climbed in. I was shocked! What was she doing? I thought about following the car but to do what? The last thing I wanted was to be busted for pimping or something. But I was concerned for Sheetal, she may have been doing something stupid but I didn't want her to get hurt. So I pulled out of the parking space and started following her. Then my phone rang. I picked up and it was Sheetal. "Hi baby..." she said very casually, "I've picked up a customer and I'm gonna go party with him. I'll be back in 15 minutes." Then I heard a beep and click but she didn't hand up. She put the phone on speakerphone, probably on purpose and I could hear their conversation. "Just checkin' in with my suga' daddy. Just pull up someplace safe and we can talk." The car pulled into an alley nearby and stopped. Then I heard the guy ask, "so how much you girls charging these days?" Sheetal didn't answer right away, I knew why. She gathered her wits and replied, "20 bucks for a handjob, 40 for a blowjob and 100 for a fuck." "Here's 40 bucks and I'll add another ten if you can earn it." The next thing I heard was her unzipping him. I got out of my car and discretely walked over to see what was going on. It was dark and I couldn't see the guy's face but I could clearly make out Sheetal's body in the bright red dress, leaning over into his lap. Her upper body bobbed up and down. I put the phone to my ears and listened. I could make out some faint slurping sounds and Sheetal's unmistakable moaning along with the guy's muffled groans. Then I saw Sheetal raise her head delicately wiping the edges of her lips with her fingertips and I heard her on the phone asking him, "mmm... you like that big boy, you like what I'm doing to you big fat cock. Yeah, can I call you daddy? Huh... Give me your juice daddy, you wanna make your little girl happy don't you?" Then she started sucking him again. He didn't last very long and after a few more minutes he pounded on the side window a couple of times groaning hard with his head straining back against the headrest and then sighed out loud. Then I heard Sheetal moan, "mmm... daddy your cum tastes sooo good. See I swallowed it all down." "Oh you're a good little girl. Daddy loves you very much", he replied. He handed her another ten dollar bill and drove her back to the sidewalk where he had picked her up. I followed them back there too. She climbed out of the car with a naughty grin on her face and a look of accomplishment. I took a quick look around to see if the coast was clear, no cops or anyone around and then slowly pulled up next to the curb and rolled down the window. Sheetal walked up to the window and leaned on the car door, her back curving gorgeously and her ass pushed up. "Hi honey... you lookin' for a party?" I couldn't believe my ears. After everything that had happened she was still in character. I calmed down and decided to play along, "yeah... um... are you interested? I mean, yeah I want to party. Get in." "Easy sugar... don't you wanna know how much?" "Huh? Oh... yeah, how much?" "Tell you what lover boy, lets pull into one of those alleys and we'll talk a little business there." She pulled open the door and slid into the passenger's side seat. My eyes were transfixed between her thighs. The dress was so short and tight it had pulled up almost all the way up her thighs nearly revealing everything. I returned my focus to the road and pulled out and drover over to another nearby alley. Once we had parked I turned to Sheetal and nearly screamed at her. "What were you thinking Sheetal? How could you just climb into a car with some strange guy? Let alone the fact that he could have been some weirdo who could have killed you or something, what if a cop had caught you two? You could have been arrested for soliciting, public indecency and about half a dozen other offences." "Relax Rahul. The danger adds to the thrill of it. I didn't plan on it. But when the car pulled up next to me and he called me over... I thought that I'll just talk to him... I knew you were watching and I thought it would turn you on. I wasn't planning to get in the car with him; I just thought I'd act the part you know. Then when the guy propositioned me it was so thrilling. The thought of a guy actually wanting to pay me for sex after just one look at me... over all those other girls on the street. I was just so excited I wanted to see what would happen next so I said yes. Then I got in the car with him and I was so nervous and yet so keyed up. Then I got the idea of calling you and keeping you on the line so you could come by if I got in trouble or something. Anyway, everything's cool... so relax!" She was rubbing my crotch the whole while so I calmed down a little. Then she turned to me and started narrating the whole thing to me. "So did you listen to the whole thing? Was the sound clear? It was so fucking hot. I still can't believe I just did that!!" "What was with the whole 'daddy's little girl' act?" I asked her. "Oh shit... the guy was such a perv. When I unzipped him and started playing with his dick he pulled out a small photograph from his shirt pocket and held it in the palm of his hand. He tried to keep me from seeing it but I could see it. It was of him with a young girl about my size and with the same hair. I could tell it was his daughter. I could tell he was trying to get off imagining me as his daughter... so when said he'd pay me extra if I could earn it... I took it as a challenge and I knew just how to put him over the top. Fuck... can you believe the guy wants his own daughter to suck him off and feed her his cum. What a fucking pervert." "Yeah... there are all sorts of perverts. That's why I was so worried", I said, trying to ignore the images my mind was conjuring up thinking of the guy and his daughter. Sheetal did look pretty young and with the curly hair she seemed even more adolescent. "Aaaaw... my man was worried about me. that's shooo..." Her words were cut short by two short loud piercing sounds and flashing lights in my rear view mirror. My pulse quickened and my skin felt cold. A black and white cruiser pulled up behind us and the officer said something over the speaker I couldn't decipher. What was I going to do if I got arrested for picking up a prostitute? Rupali would find out everything. The office walked up to my window and shone his flashlight inside the car. Everything looked so obvious... her clothes, us parked in the dark alley. The officer asked us for ID and what we were doing here. I fumbled around for my driver's license trying my best not to look guilty but I had truly never been more afraid in my life. Sheetal was nervous too and she handed him her driver's license and her old real estate agent identification card. She mentioned where she lived and the officer checked the address listed on her driver's license. I guess the officer realized that she wasn't a real hooker and told us to move on and that it wasn't a good neighborhood and sitting in an expensive car parked a dark alley like that was just asking for trouble. I breathed a sigh of relief thanked the officer and got out of there as fast as possible. No point tempting fate twice. I wanted to drop Sheetal off at home and forget this evening ever happened. But Sheetal had other things in mind. She told me her car was parked in the parking lot of a nearby motel. By the time we got there Sheetal had managed to calm me down. Exciting me again with the details of her night, squirming in the car seat as she rubbed her crotch. She had already booked a room in the motel and despite my resistance she had me in the room before I long. It was a seedy little motel just off the sunset strip. Just one room with a TV, a double bed and a bathroom. It wasn't dirty but it smelled damp and the room was mostly lit up by the cheesy neon sign outside. I kicked off my shoes and socks and sat down on the bed and she got back into character standing in front of me asking, "so what'll it be lover?" "You never told me how much", I replied. "It's 20 for a handjob, 40 for a blowjob and 100 bucks if you want to fuck". I pulled out my wallet and handed her two hundred dollar bills. "Mmmm... looks like you want the full treatment", she said with a smile on her lips. "And everything else too", I added as I rose up off the bed wrapping my palms on her gorgeous ass pulling up the stretchy material of her red dress. I dipped her finger in her asshole and she knew what I was in the mood for. She pushed me back on the bed and knelt down between my legs and started unbuckling my belt. I rose up slightly to let her pull off my pants and shorts in one go leaving me completely nude from the waist down. Stroking me lightly she started sucking my dick. I was hard in less than half a second, eager to fuck her. I couldn't believe how much this girl relished being a slut. My dick was slick with her saliva and precum and she tightly gripped my shaft at the base. It hurt a little and then she slowly stroked her fist up the length of my hard cock enveloping the head and then twisted her fingers over the moist bulbous head and then moved her fist back down the shaft. I was in heaven. What she was doing was like magic. I had never been stroked like this before not even when I was jacking off. It was slow and patient work but still every instant was like a new sensation. Her hands glistened with my juices and from time to time when unexpectedly she'd lick the cock head with the tip of her tongue. I had never lasted so long but eventually my orgasm came over me like a tidal wave. I came hard, shooting streams of white cum straight up. They landed all over me and Sheetal then licked every drop off my body in slow enticing strokes. "Just a sec", she said and excused herself and to go to the bathroom to relieve herself. I had never seen a woman pee. I had been married to Rupali for three years now but we still locked the doors when we did our business in there. We showered together often but had never seen each other urinate. I burst in on Sheetal as she settled down on the toilet seat. She hadn't been wearing any underwear all along. "Hey!!" Mshe protested. "I just want to watch you", I said meekly. "Ok...", she replied a little puzzled. I stood there my eyes intently watching her as Sheetal looked away trying to concentrate. I guess she was feeling self conscious but after a few seconds pause she closed her eyes and felt relief as I heard a pouring sound in the toilet bowl. I saw the urine gush from her pussy and finally diminish to a trickle. "Mmmm... god I thought I was going to burst", she finally commented. I've never really held any fascination for urination or anything, but since the whole mood of the evening was so taboo that I wanted to experience every lustful, depraved thing that landed in my head. I took some toilet paper and helped Sheetal clean up. Rubbing her pussy lovingly as I did. She flushed and then I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I had become hard again and Sheetal took a condom from her stockings and tore off open the wrapper with her teeth. Stroking my dick with one hand she started to roll the rubber on to my dick like an expert little whore. "Mmmm... you like watching girls pee baby? That's what gets you off? Hmm??" She then lay back on the bed and spread her legs inviting me in. I pulled the stretchy straps of her dress down from her shoulders revealing her breasts. Flicking the nipples with my thumbs I stroked her flesh as she guided my dick towards her pussy lips. She raised one leg placing it over my shoulder and took her time rubbing the head against the opening till I was so overcome that without realizing I started pushing my hips forward, eager to feel the warmth of her moist flesh. I finally sank myself deep into her pussy in one thrust, enjoying the new sensation of fucking her wearing a condom for the first time. Sheetal never made me wear a condom. She always assured me she was on the pill. Tonight she wanted me to experience what it was like to fuck a stranger who you picked up on the streets. "Mmmm... yeah you're so big baby... fuck this tight little pussy. You're the biggest fucking cock I've ever had in me! Shiiiit... SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" Her tempo increased in time with my thrusts. "You like that you little slut... huh... answer me?? You like having my cock in your cunt??" "Yes," she smiled. "It's wonderful. It's so nice and thick and hard and hot --" It felt wonderful. Instinctively, she began to move in unison with me, her hips and buttocks writhing and grinding sensually under mine. She closed her eyes and smiled lasciviously, fondling her breasts. Holding her left leg (which was propped over my shoulder) I banged into her hard, the room filled with the sounds of my flesh slapping against hers. I saw my cock and it seemed magnificent. That's how she made me feel. All powerful. My cock slid smoothly in and out of her cunt, glistening and gleaming. My balls squeezed up against her cunt-lips each time I went into her. She writhed joyously under me, her head flipping slowly from side to side. She fondled her tits. "Ohh behenchod... chodhomujhe. Fuck ME! Yes!! -- God yes -- that feels so good -- Ohhhh yes... yes... fuck me, RAHUL!! Aaaaaaaaaww... aaaaww.. ayeeeee... Uyeeee maaAAAA. She was so lost in the moment that she completely forgot she was supposed to be pretending to be an American prostitute. She started moaning and gasping, spewing filthy obscenities in Hindi. I slid my hands up her belly and squeezed her breasts and then moved then higher clutching her hair as I increased my pace. I leaned my head back and pounded away at her cunt, enjoying the feeling of using and abusing this whore for my pleasure. Knowing that she was enjoying everything that I was doing to her. My mind faded between the different images of her. Seeing her in a saree, smiling innocently pretending to be the very picture of an Indian beauty and then the next instant seeing her walking the streets in her high heels and dressed like a slutty little fucktoy. "Fuck me hard," she gasped softly. "Fuck me -- like a whore --" and she pushed her head back into flicking her tongue over her lips. She clenched my arms, her head whipping from side to side. Bending my head, I sucked on her tits. Her back arched in pleasure and her feet rose and hooked under my arms, around my back, taking me even deeper into her cunt like a wanton, greedy whore, moaning and clawing. "Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh -- that's it - take it -- take it, Sheetal -- take my cock! Ohhh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes! Aaaaja rundi... mein tujhe chodrahahun. AAAaa. Fuck. Mera lund tere undar hai!!" Suddenly her cunt convulsed frantically on my cock and she bowed back and cried out, arching in delight under me. The sudden cramping of her cunt on my dick took me by surprise. Wearing the condom had dampened my sensations slightly, even delaying my orgasm a little but the immense convulsions of her cunt muscles were too much and I jerked hard. My abdominal muscles strained as I drove deep into her, my cock struggling to release my load. I felt every burst of my sperm spewing out into the condom as I collapsed on top of her. I was about to drift off to sleep but Sheetal pushed me off her, rolling me onto my side and my deflating cock slipped from her dripping pussy. She cupped my balls lovingly and gently pulled the condom off my dick. She accidentally plucked off a couple of my pubic hairs that had got tangled in the rubber and that certainly woke me right up. (Maybe she did it deliberately... to make sure I was paying attention to what she was about to do ;) ) She pinched the tip of the condom that was full of my freshly drained cum and looking up, held the condom over her mouth and squeezed her finger and thumb along the length of the rubber pushing every drop of my juice into her waiting orifice. I had never seen a girl do anything quite so smutty. She rolled the white cream around in her mouth and then swallowed it all down with her eyes closed. After drinking down my cum she snuggles up close to me and we lay back gasping and panting on the bed. I looked at my watch and checked the time. It was about quarter past nine in the evening. Rupali must have been wondering where I am. It's not unusual for me to work this late but I usually call her up a couple of times to let her know not to wait up for me. I sat up on the bed, grabbed my phone and started to dial home. Sheetal was rubbing my soft dick as I waited for the phone to ring. She asked me what I was doing and I told her to keep quiet. I told her I was calling Rupali. Rupali picked up the phone and asked me where I was. I told her I was with a client. I made up a story about how the client wasn't in a condition to come to the office so I went to see him. Rupali started telling me about her day... rambling on and on. Quietly Sheetal crept off the bed and kneeled again between my legs. I knew what was coming. I frowned at her, gesturing with my hands to get her to stop. But she wasn't to be denied. I think it turned her on even more knowing that she was doing these things to me as I was talking to my wife on the phone. Making sure to keep her hands held firmly behind her she started to slowly suck on my soft dick. She licked and sucked on it, occasionally rubbing her face against it, caressing it lovingly against her cheeks. Her eyes closed. She rose up slowly and twirled around; swaying her hips and then gave me a lap dance like a common stripper. Concentrating hard not to give myself away over the phone I finally had to tell Rupali that I had to go. "Aaaaaw... I was hoping you'd tell her to join us", teased Sheetal. She bent over and started stroking my dick again, as it started to rise again, growing hard very gradually. She rummaged thru our clothed on the bed looking for her little purse. She pulled out a small tube. "I got this especially for tonight. I went to that hustle store today and GOD... I almost squealed when I saw this. She held the tube close up to my face and I read the name and just below it were the words, "Edible Lubricant - Strawberry Flavored". Sheetal made me stand as she sat on the bed and squeezing some of the clear pinkish gel into her palms started to stroke my dick. She squeezed a few drops between her cleavage and mashing her tits together said, "Come on Rahul, you know what I want!" Holding her by her shoulders, I bent my knees to position my dickhead just below her breasts I stood up and pushed my dick between the tight cleavage of her breasts. It was still not very hard but once it popped in it felt wonderful. She squeezed her breasts together in a slow rhythm moving up and down on my slick cock so I didn't even have to move at first. In a few seconds my dick was completely hard again. Sheetal released my cock and I quickly flipped her over on the bed onto her knees and pushed her onto her forearms. Her buttocks thrust back at me. Grinning with pleasure, I pried open her ass cheeks and grabbing the lube I squeezed a few drops of the gel onto the puckered rim of her anus. I rubbed the sticky, slick liquid into her asshole with my fingers, pushing the tips of them into her hole. I then bent down and thrust my face between those magnificent round mounds of her flesh. Sheetal gasped as my tongue swirled over her anus. I slid a finger into her cunt and quickly masturbated her. Her whole lower body trembled in my hands. I jerked my fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and slurped her asshole. "Yes!" She cried. "Ohhh maa... choose mujhe rahul. Choosele mujhe. yes! Oh ma yes ohhhh uhhhhh yes oh god yes! Standing up pulled the gaping asshole open wide with my fingers and squeezed the entire remaining contents of the tube into her asshole. Her moist buttocks gleamed in the light from the window and her chest heaved in anticipation of what was about to come. Her fingers clenched tightly scrunching the bed sheet and the left side of her face was buried in the pillow. I pressed my cock-head to her buttocks and, grinning lewdly, my eyes glittering with excitement slowly pushed my hips forward, fluxing my buttocks. My cock-head forced her anus open and popped into the pink puckered hole. Sheetal's body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her mouth tore open. She shrieked in pleasure and agony. She was used to being fucked in the ass by me but tonight for some reason it was as if it was an entirely new experience for her. Her neck strained up and tendons stood out and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a savage rictus. She looked like wild animal. "OH god you're so fucking big, motherfucker!" "Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!" She cried, her body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving frantically. Sheetal cried out again, louder and longer, her head arching violently backward, her back bending steeply down. I pushed myself deeper and deeper till I was completely enveloped by her ass. Her moans gradually faded and she seemed to calm down, that's when I knew she was ready to get fucked. As I moved back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her tight rear passage she began whimpering softly. I slid my hands up her slender, curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. I enjoyed the feeling of power and control. Of possessing this woman completely. Bending her to my will. Making her moan and shriek like a whore. Her nipples were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles. She groaned, biting her lower lip and her anus was deeply impaled on my cock. "Oh God Rahul... "Yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Ohhh that's so good, Joe! Fuck my ass, baby ... fuck it hard! Ohhh god I want it! I want it all! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my butt! Do it!" Chod meri gaand... lele mujhe!! Ohhh God do it harder... I want it! I want it deeper! Fuck me, Rahul baby! I know you love fucking my tight little asshole!" Still humping her hard I bent over and kissed the sweaty nape of her neck tasting the salty smooth skin. Squeezing her breasts with one hand I moved the other down, caressing her firm belly along the way down to her pussy. My penis glistened as it slid back and forth, in and out of her asshole. Some of the pink lube foamed around the edge of her hole... evidence of the ferocity of our fucking. "Yeah you dirty little cunt. You like that... huh... you fucking like that!! I pushed my middle finger into her wet pussy. It felt no resistance at all as it went deep into her slippery flesh and I arched the finger like a hook stroking her insides as I continued to fuck her fiercely. My other hand traced the deep valley of her cleavage, rubbing the flesh between her breasts as they tremble in time with my thrusts. "Yeah baby... I love it... Rupali's doesn't know what she's missing baby. Mmmmm... fuck yeah... harder... mmmm... if she'd only loosen.... Uhn... up... she'd be so fucking sexy. Oh yeah Rahul... mmmm... AAaah... aaah... I'd love to undress her and lick that innocence right out of her tight little pussy", She screamed with the last remaining bit of her restraint as she was rocked by an orgasm. To this day I can't believe that effect those last few words had on me at that instant. Already randy as hell while fucking Sheetal bareback up the ass... while living out one of my kinkiest fantasies of fucking a dirty little street whore... the thought Sheetal licking my sweet, innocent wife Rupali's pussy, the image of her giving herself completely to Sheetal as she bent between those precious thighs of my wife completely drove me over the edge. As I was feeling Sheetal's cunt clasp tightly around my finger, I came harder than I ever have before or since. I felt my body shiver as each drop of my cum coursed through my body, through my penis into Sheetal. My whole being for those few brief moments being condensed to a single intangible spot in my loins. After emptying my entire load deep inside Sheetal I lay down wholly contented on the bed, completely oblivious of my surroundings at that point. Sheetal was still on her hands and knees and nudged me... and told me to pass her the plastic cup on the nightstand. I reached over and passed it to her half interested in what she was up to now. Then I saw her gently raise herself onto her knees, carefully keeping the cup pressed against the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her ass was a bright pink after being slapped repeatedly against my hips. She closed her eyes, a calm, relieved look washing over her face as the semi transparent white liquid poured from her asshole. The mixture of the generous portion of the edible lubricant and my thick white cum filled with my sperm. After filling up almost half the cup with the liquid and sensing she was finally empty she ceremoniously raised the cup to her mouth and slowly upturned the cup into her mouth. I rose up off the bed standing next to her and watched her swish and slush my cum which she had drained from her asshole in her open mouth. She held me in her arms, caressing me, a hug of pure affection and gratitude and then I felt her swallow it all down. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

Annabelle stared longingly at the chocolate truffle that was sitting in the display case. She knew that she shouldnt have one but like a drug addict she craved the sweet flavor of it. She knew it was madness to come by here everyday on her way home from work but still she stopped. She wasnt sure if it was the creamy delights of chocolate that stopped her or the man that had created those them. Zephyrus Raincloud was just as tempting as the creamy delights he made. Good morning, Annabelle. Jerking her head up, her face flushed alarmingly at the objects of her thoughts. He must have come out of the kitchen while she had been devouring the chocolate with her eyes. As usual he had his long dark hair pulled back and was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt that said I Melt For Chocolate. Hi, She said, trying not to show how she had been drooling over the chocolate in front of her. So what can I tempt you with? He asked in his deep voice. A truffle. She said softly. I would really love to have one of those truffles. A truffle, it is. Zephyrus agreed as he opened the display case and pulled the tray out. As he placed the tempting morsels in front of her on the display case, his sister Hestia came out of the kitchen. Zephyr, you have a call from your supplier. She said softly as she stopped next to him. Thanks, Ill take it. He said. Hestia, can you get Annabelle her truffle? He asked before heading towards the kitchen. Sure. Turning towards Annabelle, Hestia smiled. Hello Annabelle. How are you today? Fine. Just craving your brothers chocolate. She said with a chuckle. He has the best chocolate, Ive ever tasted. I know. Hestia said as she placed Annabelles truffle in a small chocolate box. And just for being one of our loyal customer, Ill throw in an extra for nothing. She said with a wink. And little brother doesnt need to know. Little brother? Annabelle asked. Have you looked at your brother lately, Hestia? Hes twice your size. Hestia laughed. I know. But hell always be my little brother. She joked as she placed the tray back in the display case. Lets get this ringed up for you. Zephyr smiled as he heard his sister laugh. It wasnt uncommon to hear her laugh but she always seem to laugh more when Annabelle came into the shop. A thoughtful smile crossed his dark face. Lately he couldnt help but dwell on his reliable customer. Like clockwork every day, she came in and had a chocolate. In fact he was always thinking of new delights to tempt her with. Hanging the phone up he wandered over to his small office. Sitting down he stared at the paperwork that had piled up on the desk in front of him. He hated doing paperwork, but Hestia had told him that if he didnt put a dent in today she was going to call someone in to do it for him. Being a pragmatic man, he couldnt see paying someone to do what he could do himself. He just didnt like to do it. Hed rather be in his kitchen creating all kinds of chocolate to tempt Annabelle. The tall elegant woman had somehow managed to catch his attention, when usually he was draw to small petite women, like his sister. The first time that he had met her, he had been surprised at how nice it was to actually look into a womans eyes. It had him wondering about other things that would be nice to do with her. His thoughts were interrupted though when his sister entered his office. So when are you going to ask her out? Hestia asked as sat down on the edge of his desk. He stared at her for a moment. What? he croaked. You heard, me Zephyrus Raincloud. You crave her like she craves your chocolate. She told him with a grin. Sis, theres nothing going on between us. Shes a customer. And she is white. A customer? Yeah, right, pull the other leg. Its shorter. And there is nothing wrong with her color. She said as she stood up. I do believe you protest too much, brother dear. Take my advice and ask her out. The worse thing she can say is no. She told him before she headed towards the door. Annabelle gazed thoughtfully at the computer in front of her. Her job as financial advisor was a rewarding one, but lately she hadnt found it challenging enough. It had been awhile since she had been challenged at all. She was startled when the telephone rang. Picking it up she said hello. She was not surprised when she heard Hestias voice on the other end of the phone. She had become fast friends with Hestia since she started visiting The Delights chocolate shop. Hey, Annie. Didnt you tell me you were some kind of financial wizard? Well, I wouldnt call myself that. Annabelle chuckled. But yes I thats what I do for a living. Well, would you be willing to give me a hand? She asked. Ill even pay you. For what? Annabelle asked, not sure about where this conversion was heading. Well, Zephyr would kill me for asking you, but we received a letter from the IRS. Were being audited. And well, Zephyr isnt the greatest of book keepers. He has a pile three feet high on his desk. I told him that if he didnt put a dent in today I was going to call for reinforcements. Well anyways, he got sidetracked by some new candy that hes developing and you can guess how much work he got done. Very little. Annabelle sighed. So you want me to be the reinforcement. Yes. I know you are busy, so thats why I offered to pay you. Hestia said quickly. Well, considering all the freebies you give me, I think that I can let it go at that. Annabelle said. Looking down at her schedule book, she quickly scanned its entries. How about I come around tomorrow at four. She asked. Sounds good to me. Hestia said quickly. Zephyr will probably be out around that time. But I can get you started. Alright then, Ill see you tomorrow. Annabelle said before hanging up the phone. Well, maybe this will be the challenge that I have been looking for. She said to no one in particular. Hestia smiled to herself as she got off the phone. She couldnt have timed it better, she thought as she watched her brother come into the livingroom . He was wearing a pair of soft jogging shorts and was briskly running a towel through his wet hair. She smiled at him. What? He asked as his head popped out from under the towel. Nothing. She said. Come here and let me help you. She said as she took the comb from his hand. Hestia, I think Im old enough to comb my hair myself. Zephyr said with a chuckle. They had this conversation about once a week. And he never won. I know. But I like combing your hair. Was her standard response. Obediently he sat down in front of her on the foot stool. Due to his native American descent he clung to the tradition of having long hair. It wasnt practical in his line of work. But he didnt care. He knew that it was time for a trim again when he sat down and pulled his own hair. It had gotten too long again. Lifting up he pulled it out from under him. Looks like its time for a trim again. Hestia said softly. Yeah, it snuck up on me again. He said with a laugh. Where are you taking Joseph tomorrow? She asked as she slowly worked her way through the damp strands. I thought Id take him out to the Nature Center. Walk some trails and such. Thats a wonderful idea. Im sure hed love it. I know he loves doing anything with you. And I enjoy being the big brother for awhile. He said with a laugh. Hestia chuckled. And I suppose it was hard being my little brother. She joked. Yes, it was. He groused good naturedly. Such a bossy little thing you are. Hestia just laughed even more. After her brother finally retired for the evening, Hestia took her cell phone outside and dialed her mothers number in Arizona. She was not surprised when her mother answered on first ring. Hi, Mom. How did it go? Her mother asked. Shes coming over tomorrow while hes out with his little brother. I told her about all the paperwork on his desk and she offered to help. Shes a good woman. But you know Zephyr. Hes so concerned about color. She said with a sigh. She could hear her mother surprise. That boy of mine. Whens he gonna learn that color doesnt matter. Not to me, not to you. The only one it mattered to was your father. And god bless his soul hes gone but it still wasnt right. I know, Mom. Hestia said softly. I wish you could see the two of them together. They dance around each other something fierce. But you can see the sparks between them. I wish I could. Ill be coming out see both of you later next month, so maybe I can see it then. And Hestia. Her mother paused. What? Be careful. This is a dangerous game you are playing with your brother. There is a reason I named him Zephyrus. Aw, Mom. Not the the god of the wind thing again. She protested. Well, dont blame me, sweetheart, if you get caught in the backlash. Ill be careful, Mom. Hell thank me in the end. She promised her mother. The next day, Annabelle showed up at The Delights and met Hestia at the counter. Im here. She said happily. Feed me some chocolate, and Ill be ready to take on two feet of paperwork without a problem. Annabelle told her friend. Chocolate I can do. Hestia said with a laugh. Paperwork on the other hand Ill leave to you. Handing Annabelle a chocolate cluster from the display case, she shook her head. Thats a serious chocolate fetish you have there. She teased. Yep. She said as she followed Hestia around the counter and through the kitchen. Yummy. She murmured as she drew a deep breath filled with chocolate and all other delectable scents. So this is where he creates all those yummy things. Yes. Hestia said over her shoulder as she pushed open the door to Zephyrs office. And this is where he avoids coming. Wow. You werent kidding. Annabelle said with a whistle when she saw the desk. Setting her briefcase down she stared in disbelief at the amount of paperwork littering the desk. Picking up the nearest piece of paper, she found what looked like maybe a recipe for a new dessert. Hey, Hestia. Are you and your brother Apache by chance? She asked. Yes, we are. I know the first names dont show it but the last names do. Raincloud. Annabelle said knowingly. Very common name in the Indian Nation. Yes it is. Do you think that you can help? She asked. Yes. Im sure Ill get to the bottom of this eventually. Annabelle said with a grin. Hestia was at the front counter when Zephyr walked in early that evening just before closing time. She was busy waiting on some customers. Glancing at his watch, he knew that Annabelle would be coming in soon. He had a new treat that he wanted to try out on her. He had gotten inspiration yesterday after she had left and had worked for two hours to get it just right. He was hoping that she would like it. Waving at his sister as he rounded the counter, he headed into the kitchen. Walking to the cooler he pulled out a tray of brownies that he had made yesterday. Whistling softly he started to cut them into squares. He had noticed that the display case was almost empty when he had walked by. Turning he started heating the Raspberry glaze for them. He couldnt imagine doing any other kind of work. Annabelle paused as the smell of warm raspberries drifted through the cracked door of Zephyrs office. Immediately her stomach grumbled in approval and her mouth started to water. That smelled just like Zephyrs trademark Raspberry Brownies. They were the reason she had come to the shop the first time. A friend had brought some into work and Annabelle had begged to know where she had gotten them. Standing up she decided that it was time for a small break and went out to con Hestia out of a brownie. Hestia smiled as she ushered the last customer out for the evening. She didnt know if Zephyr had found Annabelle in his office yet but she knew he would eventually. Slipping through the door after the customers a wicked grin lit up her face. Turning the key in the lock she effectively locked her younger brother in with her blond friend. She would come by later and let them out. Hopefully the time that they were together would get through Zephyrs thick head that Annabelles race didnt matter. Annabelle stopped and stared at the tight butt incased in well worn jeans. The man had his back to her and was whistling softly. It the long hair hadnt given it away, the familiar tingle in her stomach would have. Zephyrus Raincloud was standing in front of her and wasnt even aware she was there. It gave her the untold opportunity to stare as much as she liked. And she liked a lot, she thought. Zephyr couldnt be sure when he first felt it, but he knew that someone was watching him. At first he had thought it was his sister. It wasnt uncommon for her to come in and watch him work. But somehow he knew it wasnt her. The fact that it was coming from behind him wasnt the only thing that clued him into that fact. The familiar tension that pooled deep in his loins was a dead give away to who was in the vicinity. Lifting his head he stopped whistling before slowly turning around. Annabelle became aware of the moment that Zephyr realized that he wasnt alone. When he started to turn, she tried to paste a smile on her face. If she didnt want him to realize that she drooled over his chocolates, she certainly did not want him to realize that she had been drooling over him this time. Annabelle. Zephyr whispered. What are you doing? Well, your sister, she asked me to come in and help you. She said as her face turned bright red. With your books. She explained quickly. Zephyr looked at her then started to laugh. I know that she wanted me to get through that paperwork. But I didnt know that she was that desperate to have a customer help. He said merrily as he continued to chuckle. Im sorry that she dragged you in here, Annabelle. I do believe that my sister is trying her hand at matchmaking. He said as he gently took her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen towards the counter. Hestia, you little minx, where are you hiding at? He called out when he realized that his sister was no where in sight. Annabelle stared in dismay when she realized what had happened. Gazing at the dry erase board that was on the counter, she was the first to see, Hestias scribbled note. Walking closer she saw that her friend had indeed set her up. In the note, Hestia had explained that she was just trying to give them a push in the right direction. It explained that her brother wouldnt approach Annabelle because of her race and that Hestia wanted her to show Zephyr that race didnt matter. And that she had locked them in together until the next morning. Sighing she knew that she would have to show Zephyr the message. Turning back around she saw that he was frowning as he turned the door knob on the front door. Zephyr. She said softly. What? he growled. She locked us in. I know, but I dont understand. He said testily. Here. She said handed the dry erase board to him. She watched as he read the note. I guess theres one good thing, She said with a sigh. Whats that? He asked looking at her warily. Well, two actually. One is that Im locked in my favorite chocolate shop. That means you get to feed me all kinds of yummy things. And two Ill have time to finish the rest of your paperwork. She said happily. Wait a minute. What do you know about doing paperwork? He asked with a frown. Everything. She said. Where you may be the master of chocolate, Zephyrus. I am the master of finance. When he continued to look at her as if she had grown three heads she frowned. What? Im a financial advisor. Okay. He said slowly as he watched her turn back towards the kitchen. Where are you going? To get my fee. What! he asked as he followed her into the kitchen. He found her at the counter where he had just finished coating his Raspberry Brownies. She had one in her hand and had it half way to her mouth. What do you think you are doing? He asked her as he watched her take a bite out of the brownie. When she moaned softly, he stilled. Was this how she always reacted to his brownies? Annabelle turned towards the shocked man standing in the doorway. Swallowing her little taste of heaven, she smiled at him. You have the best brownies Ive ever tasted. She complimented him. And as for what Im doing, well, your sister and I made an agreement. I do your books and she feeds me chocolate. Is this how you always react to my brownies? He asked huskily. You mean as if Ive died and gone to heaven? When he nodded, she smiled Yes. Im sure Im not the first to tell you that. she said with a grin. You know that you are damn good at making yummies. Well, I try. He said as he watched her take another bite out of the brownie. When she moaned again, he felt himself harden behind the fly of his jeans. Turning around he pulled his control around him like a shroud. He wasnt going to come on to a customer no matter how sexy she looked eating his chocolate. He almost ran back out to the counter when he heard that sexy whimper again. He wasnt going to hit on customer, he told himself again. Especially a white one. He had a weakness for white women, one that he was willing to conquer for Annabelle. But he didnt know how to combat the note that Hestia had left. Annabelle surely thought that he was a prejudiced son of bitch. Annabelle watched as he walked back out to the counter. Damn the man had a tight ass, she thought. Then she sobered. She had read the note that Hestia had left. She wasnt sure that she was up to changing a mans mind on something like that. Propping herself on the edge of the counter she waited for him to return. Tonight, maybe, she should teach him about trust. It would take a special woman to show Zephyrus Raincloud that not all white women were untrustworthy and beneath him. It would be a huge undertaking and even more of a challenge than getting through his paperwork. But was she emotionally ready for the roller coaster ride that it was bound to take her on. No, she decided, she wasnt going to hit her head against that wall ever again. Zephyr watched in amusement as the chocolate miniature disappeared into Annabelles mouth. She sighed with pleasure as she continued to pour over the paperwork in front of her. You know Zephyr. It wouldnt take that much to get all of this organized. She mumbled around her mouthful of chocolate. Then your hired. He said happily. What? She asked as she looked up at him. Ive been thinking about it. The amount that you have accomplished so far is amazing. And if it is as easy as you say it is, then it will be even easier for me to hire you to do it. Ill even throw in all the chocolate you want. He said with a wink. Zephyrus, I dont know if I can work for you. She said honestly. Why? He asked with a puzzled look on his face. Because I find you very attractive. And I know that you wont see me because Im white. And I wont eat my heart everyday. As much as I love your chocolate, I cant afford to fall in love with you and then have nothing come of it because of your beliefs. She said sadly. And I think that its time for me to leave. Will I see you in the shop, Annabelle? He asked immediately, scared that he would never see her again. Maybe when I get over my embarrassment, I might come back in. Good thing that you have a delivery service. I dont think that I can keep coming in here. Annabelle barely had made it home before the tears had started to flow. She hadnt lied to Zephyr. She had meant every word she had said. She had realized when she had faced the thought of not seeing him again that she had lied to him by default. There was no falling in love with the man. She was already there. Which to her seemed illogical as rain falling on the moon. She hadnt known him in any other way than the occasional hello across the chocolate counter. She had heard plenty from Joseph, her cousin. He worshiped Zephyr. But even with being raised in her adopted family, the Whitebears, she knew what prejudices that she would be up against. The same ones that she had fought against since she realized that it hadnt mattered that she lived her whole life with the Indians. They still saw her white skin, that she had inherited from her dead mother. They couldnt see the Indian blood running in her, that she had gotten from her father. To them she was simply an outsider. The next morning, Hestia hesitantly opened the front door. She wasnt sure what she expected to find, but her brother sitting in his office by himself was a shock. Good morning, Hestia. He said quietly. Zephyr. She said looking quickly around his office. If youre looking for your friend Annabelle, she gone. How? Do you think that you are the only one with a key to the front door? He asked her gruffly. Well, I- She started, getting nervous. When he surged to his feet, she stepped back a quick step. She had never been scared of her brother before but her mother could be right. She may have pushed him a bit far this time. I should shake you, Hestia. But instead Im gonna give you a sound piece of my mind. Dont ever try to lock me in again. It wasnt fair to me or to Annabelle. Did you know, sister, that she actually came out and told me that she found me attractive? No. Hestia said as she backed up another step. Well, she did. Ive had plenty of women come on to me. But never like that. She was upset. I didnt mean for that to happen. She said quickly. I ended up hurting her. He said quietly. Without even doing anything. She saw your note. Stopping right in front of his sister he pulled her chin up to look at her in the eyes. I was damned before I even got out of the gate. If you would have left it alone, Hestia, I would have gone about it the old fashioned way. I had plans yesterday, big sister. When Annabelle came in I was going to ask her if I could court her. You were? She squeaked. Nodding he released her and turned back towards his desk. Yes. I had a long talk with Mom. And decided that I should take a chance on it. Dads views had been clouding my judgement for so long. I had to decide if it was Dads views or my own feelings towards whites that caused my distrust. He said as he sat back down. So what are you going to do? She asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Its not what Im going to do, Hestia. Its what youre going to do. He said firmly. You got me into this mess, and you are going to help me get out of it. Hestia stood in front of Annabelles door, holding a chocolate box from Zephyr. It had been about a week since the night that she had tried her hand at matchmaking. She had not heard one word from Annabelle. Until this morning when she had come into work and had found her brother waiting for her. He had received an order via the internet. Which was no big deal except for the fact that it had requested Hestia to be the one to deliver it. When she saw the address, she realized why. It was Annabelles address. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door. She wasnt prepared for what she saw. Annabelle was wearing a soft rumpled robe and had her blond hair piled on top of her head. Annabelles face lit up with a soft smile when she saw the box in Hestias hands. My chocolate. She whispered. Yes. Hestia said softly. Just dont kill the messenger. She added when she handed the box to her friend. Why would I kill you? Annabelle asked as she started prying open the tape holding the top on the box. She found out why when she looked inside the box. There was only a piece of paper in it. Frowning she picked it up. Then she opened it. After scanning it, the chocolate box hit the floor. Looking up at her friend, she said. Wait right there. Turning she rushed back to her bedroom. When she came back she was dressed. Lets go. Whats wrong. Hestia asked as she had to sprint to keep up with her taller friend. That bastard is holding my chocolate hostage. Annabelle said softly. Doesnt a man know to not come between a woman and her chocolate? Zephyr was in the kitchen when he heard the commotion from the lobby. He was not surprised when Hestia came rushing into the kitchen. You deal with her. She told her brother. Smiling in anticipation, he dried his hands on the towel draped over his shoulder. With pleasure. He replied heading towards the lobby. When he stepped in front of the counter, he greedily drunk in the sight of her. Raincloud, I dont know what you are trying to pull, but I want my chocolate. Annabelle said hotly. Of course, you do. And you know what to do to get it. He said with a grin. She scowled at first and then dug the crumpled note out of her pocket. Are you insane? She grouched before throwing his note back at him. Must be. He countered. Im trying to take you out on a date. You dont date white women. She protested hotly. And I happen to be white. He chuckled and walked around the counter. He took the time to look her up and down. From her sneakered feet to her pinned up blond hair, Annabelle felt every second of it. That you are Annabelle. But I still want to take you out. He said as he stopped just inches from her. I dont care if you changed your mind, Raincloud. All I want is my chocolate. She said meeting him toe to toe. Oh, I think that you want more than chocolate from me. He said softly. Then decided that if looks could kill, Annabelle would have a dead Indian at her feet. If you want your chocolate, Annabelle, you know where to find me and when. He said softly before escaping into the kitchen. He chuckled when he heard her soft scream. Smiling at his sister, he went back to his work table and continued what he had been doing when Annabelle had interrupted his work. Why do I have a feeling you didnt give her the chocolate? Hestia asked as she looked warily at the door to the front of the shop. Because I didnt. Zephyr said as he continued frosting the chocolate cupcakes in front of him. Oh please tell me you didnt just deny my friend her chocolate? Hestia said with a deep groan. You have a serious death wish? Well, if she wants my chocolate that bad, shell meet me tonight. He stated with a grin. He knew that what he was doing could backfire. But Annabelle had been a steady customer for almost two years and he was willing to bet that she would meet him. Even if it was just to get her chocolate fix. Annabelle couldnt believe that she was giving into that mans demands. She had gone as far as going to his competitor. But it hadnt satisfied her craving. The caramel brownie that she bought hadnt tasted as delicious as Zephyrs raspberry brownie. And part of her order was two delicious slices of his raspberry brownies. The man had better have her chocolate, she fumed. Or she was going to jump him, take his keys and help herself to a piece right out of his display case. Finishing with her hair, she grabbed the denim coat that was on t he coat hook next to the door and let herself out of her apartment. It was time to go talk to a man about some chocolate. Zephyr waited patiently in the parking lot of the Mini-Golf course. He wasnt sure why he had chosen this particular area to meet. Hed never played mini-golf in his entire life. It had to be because his sister had told him that Annabelle loved playing it. The things that he was going to do for this woman. He had never seen an Indian play mini-golf before. But Joseph had said that his cousin, Belle, loved to play it. In fact the little pipsqueak had given him some hints on playing it. He watched as Annabelle exited her car. Excitement raced through his blood. He didnt care what they did, he thought, as long as they did it together. Annabelle tried not to scowl as she walked towards Zephyr. But she wasnt in the greatest of moods today. Not only was she craving chocolate, her traitorous body was calling out for the man waiting for her. And her heart was rejoicing the thought of spending time with him. When she got close enough, she noticed that he didnt have her chocolate with him. Her eyes narrowed. Wheres my chocolate? She growled. Patience, little one. Zephyr said softly. I have it. At the end of our date, youll get it. Taking a chance, he held out his hand. Shall we go play some golf? Oh, you dont know what you are in for. She said hotly. Ill kick youre butt all over the course. Care to make a wager on that? He asked her as they walked into the building. A wager? She whispered, turning towards him. You sure are feeling brave tonight. Must be. So what do you say? Whats a small wager between friends? He asked as they walked towards the counter. Shall we say, I get an extra piece of chocolate for each hole I win? She asked with an arched eyebrow. Hmmm, he said as if thinking about it. He figured that she would want more chocolate. Okay thats fine. You want to do it hole by hole, then I get an hour of your services for each hole I win. An hour? In exchange for a measly piece of chocolate? Annabelle scoffed. Picking out her club, she smiled at the boy behind the counter. After paying for their games, Zephyr picked his own club. Okay how about this, half hour for each hole and if I win the game I get a kiss at the end of our date. He countered. You really do believe in living dangerously. And what do I get if I win? She said as they entered the course. Setting her ball down, she lined it up for the first shot. What do you want? He asked Okay, I want you to make the dessert for a party Im throwing next month. A party. Hmm, I can do that. But do you think that a mere kiss is worth a dessert for a party. Talk about unequal. He said as he walked up behind her. Those are the shakes, Zephyr. She said as she measured the distance between her ball and the hole. Alright then. Do we have a wager? He whispered into her ear. Annabelle froze as pleasure ran down her spine. Being tall as him, he hadnt even had to bend to do it. This man was dangerous to her peace of mind. Yes. She said quickly, stepping away from him. Alright then, lets start. He said with grin and wink. By the time they had reached the eighteenth hole, Annabelle wondered what she had let herself in for. Either Zephyr had beginners luck or someone had coached him on the pitfalls of each hole. She was only head of him by one stroke and he had won seven of last seventeen holes. As she figured it would been near even draw, if he won this hole. Considering that it was the hardest hole in the entire course, she knew that she had better chance at winning. As long as he sink this hole in one, she should be able to pull out the win. As she lined up her shot, she was conscious of the fact that he was standing close by. Telling herself not to get distracted, she swung the club back and hit the ball soundly. When it landed exactly where she wanted, she gave a little squeal of pleasure. Moving aside she watched as he lined up his shot. When he gave it a strong stroke that landed the ball right next to hers, she growled. He had blocked her shot! Turning she glared at him. Which was totally lost on him since he was already heading toward the cup. You blocking my shot. She told him hotly. Im just scoring up all kinds of points tonight. Zephyr said with a wink. Ill show you scoring points, she said elbowing him out of her way. Rubbing his side where she had elbowed him, he smiled. He decided that he must be getting under her skin. The little vixen had squabbled the entire time that they had been playing. Hopefully the chocolate that he had waiting would sweeten her disposition. Not that he didnt still find her as enchanting in this mood as he did her groaning in ecstasy mood when she was eating his chocolate. He smiled happily when she over shot the cup by two feet. If he remembered correctly, Joseph had told him on the last hole, less was more. The green up to the hole was inclining but just six inches before the hole it had a step decline. Hit the ball to hard and it flew over the cup. Just like Annabelles had. Taking careful aim he gave the ball just enough nudge to get it up the incline to the cup. It slowed as it reached the peak and then rolled quickly down the decline and landed in a thud in the cup. I cant believe that you sunk that! Annabelle said fiercely. Beginners luck. He said with a smile. But dont worry Annabelle, if you sink it this time, youll still win. And get ten extra pieces of chocolate to boot. He said stepping closer to as she lined up her shot. Leaning in, he smiled wickedly. What he was about to do wasnt fair play at all. But who ever said he played fair. Hmm, you smell good, little one, wonder if youll taste just as good. He breathed into her ear as she swung her club. And as expected her ball careened into the pole and bounced back, landing two inches from the hole. Zephyr, that wasnt nice. She said as she walked back over to her ball. And you assumed that I played fair. He said huskily as he picked her up and set her on the railing next to the course. And what exactly do you think you are doing? She asked. Thinking about claiming my prize? He said with a raised eyebrow. But were not done playing! She protested. It wont matter if you sink the ball on this stroke, little one. To win the game you had to sink it on the first shot and I had to go over. Hell to even tie the game up you would have had to sink that last shot. He said as he lowered his head. Annabelles dark eyes widened as she watched him come closer. But the wager was at the end of the date! she said wildly. Zephyr narrowed his eyes then smiled. So it was. He said as he released her. As they walked out of the building, Zephyr stared at the starry night. He had never had so much fun in his life. You know I had a real good time tonight, Annabelle. He told her as they approached her car. Not bad for a white girl, huh? She asked, leaning against her car. So wheres my chocolate? She demanded. I figured you start demanding it. Zephyr said with a smile. Its at my shop. You didnt bring it with you? She said shocked. No. I didnt want it to melt. So lets go to your shop, so I can get my chocolate and go home. I dont think so, he said placing an arm on either side of her, effectively pinning her to the car. You promised! Youll get your chocolate, but you wont be going home yet. You owe me four hours of paperwork. I cant believe that you are going to hold me to that! She wailed. Why did you agree to the wager then? Zephyr asked as he nuzzled the side of her neck. The chocolate made me do it! She cried. And you thought you could whip the pants off me, right? He said as drew closer to her ear. Yes. She moaned. Then next time be careful what you wager. He whispered into her ear. Because I always collect. She gasped and lifted her hands to his shoulders as goose bumps ran across her flesh. Who had ever thought that her ear was that sensitive? Annabelle sat down behind Zephyrs desk and looked at the paperwork that had piled up again. How had she managed to land herself back here again, and did the man ever do his paperwork? Zephyr leaned against the door frame and watched as she took the first paper she saw. He frowned at first. It was one of his handwritten recipe cards. He watched as she placed it with the other cards. When she looked up, she saw his puzzled stare. What? You wanted me to do this. She said I know. Still not placing what was bothering him, he brought over a piece of fudge to her. Here you go. He watched as she snatched it up and devoured it. When she had finally plowed through all the paperwork on his desk, Annabelle realized that she had only worked off an hour of her wager. Sighing she decided that she would just have to grin and bare the other three hours. And not wager against the man again. Speaking of man, where had he run off to? She wondered. Standing she decided to go and investigate. Zephyr was waiting for Annabelle to finish. Standing at his work table he mixed another batch of fudge up. His double Dutch chocolate fudge had been selling well lately. Flying off the shelves in fact. Smiling he poured it into the waiting pan. And thats how Annabelle found him. Walking up behind him she couldnt help but reach around his arm and run her finger over the edge of the bowl. Zephyr stilled and watched in amazement as the finger returned again and stole some more. Do you know what I do to little thieves? He asked as he slowly turned around after setting the bowl on the counter. What? Annabelle asked with a grin after sucking the rest of the chocolate off her finger. He growled low in his throat before yanking her into his arms. In your case, you have to kiss the cook. he said as he lowered his head towards hers. She gasped when she felt the warmth of his lips settle on hers. Who would have thought that he would have been such a wonderful kisser, she thought. He obviously didnt adhere to the old traditions of not kissing. When her lips parted on a sigh and she wrapped one arm around his neck, he thrust his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. By the time that they came up for air they were both breathing raggedly. Zephyrus. she moaned softly. I know. he growled as he bent his head for more. She tasted of his chocolate and something even more tantalizing under it. It was her own unique flavor he decided as he delved farther into her mouth. Before long they were plastered against each other. Even knowing that it was going to far, to fast, couldnt stop the headlong rush of desire that filled him. When he slid his hand down to her bottom to pull her closer to his need filled loins, she arched into him. Pulling his head away for air, he looked down into her passion filled eyes. Groaning he turned and lifted her onto the table behind him. If youre going to stop me, Annabelle, you have to do it now. He gasped as he fought with the intense desire that he barely had control over. Who said anything about stopping? She groaned reaching for him again. With a groan he snatched her up off the counter and carried her into his office. Kicking the door shut behind him, he carried her over to his desk. Sitting her in the chair he knelt between her feet. Leaning in he captured her lips again. Annabelle groaned as pleasure shot through her once more. Reaching behind his neck she toyed with the thong that held his hair back. When she tugged on it, he stilled. Lifting his head he stared into her eyes. Zephyr had never made love before with his hair unbound. In his eyes only his mate had the right to untie his hair. Not even Hestia had ever untied it. After a moment, he closed his eyes. And made his decision. Go ahead. Untie it. he told her then groaned with pleasure as she did. Annabelle murmured her approval at the silkiness of his hair between her fingers. The mans hair was longer than her own waist length hair. Oh my. She whispered as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Zephyr groaned, low and long at the sensation of having his hair played with. Leaning in he captured her mouth under his once more. She gasped and tried to wiggle closer. Growling he pushed her legs up and over the arms of the chair. And placed his hard bulge against her femininity and started to rub. Annabelle stilled and then grasped tightly at his shoulders. Zephyrus? She gasped uncertain. Shh. Itll be alright. He whispered as he ran his mouth down her throat. Pausing to suckle on her shoulder, he couldnt resist leaving a love mark. Pulling back he looked at it with satisfaction Any man that saw it would realize at once that she was taken. He watched with pleasure as she arched under him as he continued to rub against her. Reaching down he started to slowly peel the shirt that she wore up to reveal her luscious breasts. He growled when he saw that she wasnt wearing any undergarment. Pretty. He whispered. Im small. She said as she tried to pull her shirt back down. She stopped when she felt his hands on hers. No perfect. He said as leaned down to nuzzle one peak and then the other. Reaching behind him, he yanked his shirt up and over his head. Then tossing it on the floor, he leaned forward and rubbed his chest across hers. They both groaned at the pleasure of skin meeting skin. Annabelle panted as Zephyr rubbed his golden skin against her pale skin. The contrast was erotic as hell. Pulling her legs off the arms of the chair, Zephyr coiled them around his hips. Still rubbing against her he growled. Damn I want you. Oh please, she gasped rocking back against him. Oh yes, he whispered against her ear. I want you to let go, Annabelle. Its to soon for total intimacy. But let me give you this. He coaxed as he continued to rub back and forth against her aroused body. Zephyr, please, She whispered. I ache. I know, let me take care of that. He said huskily as he bent back to her tight nipples. Toying with the button on her jeans, he debated on stripping the clinging denim down her long legs. And decided that he couldnt resist. Nothing said that he had to complete their intimacy. Untangling her legs from his hips, he pulled them back to their previous position. Trailing his fingers over the damp denim at the junction of her thighs, he rubbed softly. Looking up at her he captured her dazed eyes. Can I take these off, Annabelle? He asked as he tugged on the closure of her jeans. Yes, please. She gasped lifting her hips to help him pull of her confining jeans. When he finally had them pulled down around her ankles, she kicked them off. Shoving her legs back up on the arms of chairs, he growled before leaning forward and burying his face in her fragrant curls. She went rigid when she felt the wet probe of his tongue. This was totally out of her experience. Even though she had been raised to be a modern woman, her family still valued chastity. She had never even attempted to be this close to an aroused male. And knew that she would never be this close again. She knew that he didnt love her, but like her mother before her, she was going to give her body to the only man that had ever stirred her passions. Please. She gasped as the coil wound tighter inside of her. She knew that it wouldnt take much to make her peak. She may have been a virgin but she was far from innocent. Lifting his head he smiled rakishly at her. I intend to. He whispered as loosened his jeans. When his manhood sprang forward, Annabelle gasped. She had never seen a man up close before. Pictures and videos were a pale comparison to the reality of Zephyrus Raincloud aroused cock. It was swollen with passion, its tip gleaming with a bead of moisture. Taking his manhood in hand, he gently rubbed it up and down against her. When she cried out and arched into him, he gritted his teeth. He had promised himself that he wouldnt take advantage of her. His honor demanded that he court her properly. And total intimacy wasnt an option at this time. Resting his hips against hers he slowly rubbed his erection through her curls and smiled savagely at her moan. Thats right, Annabelle. Come for me. He whispered into her ear. She twisted helplessly against him as she felt the end coming. Damn, she felt like she was going to jump out of her skin. Whimpering she pulled his head back down to hers. Fastening her mouth on his she buried her fingers in his tousled hair. Tensing, she fought the need to climax. She didnt want to be alone. This would be the first time that another had ever made her come and she didnt want to be alone. She needed him to be with her. Zephyr, please. Not alone. She gasped as she edged closer to coming. Shh, little one its alright. He whispered as he coaxed her ever closer. Not without you. She protested. Let go, little one. He coaxed. Ill catch you. Moving back slightly he ran his thumb through her drenched curls and pressed against her hard bump. Zephyrus! She gasped hotly as her orgasm poured over her. Thats right little one, its me thats giving you this. Zephyr gasped as he continued to rub himself against her thigh. He was so close that he was unprepared for Annabelle to push him hard enough that he tumbled backwards under his desk. Gasping with excitement, Annabelle knew that this was her opportunity to make love to Zephyr. Before he could sort himself out, she pounced on him. Straddling his hips she raised up and slowly inserted the head of his wet cock in her. No. Annabelle! He protested hotly. Let me. She gasped as she eased another inch inside of her. Zephyr groaned as he felt the wet heat surround the head of his cock. Between being half under the desk and the fact that his jeans had fallen down to his knees, he couldnt even crawl out from under the desk. Little one, not yet. He protested as he felt her ease another inch of him inside of her. I want you, Zephyrus. I need you inside of me. Annabelle gasped as she forced another inch inside of her. She gasped as she felt him butt up against the fragile barrier of her innocence. Youre a virgin! He groaned. Not like this Annabelle. I have to. Annabelle pleaded as his hands wrapped around her hips tightly. Pushing uselessly at his strong hold she wiggled trying to get more of him in her. I dont have a condom, Annabelle. You could end up pregnant. I cant protect you. I dont care. She said as she reached behind her and lightly cupped his semen filled balls. Letting her fingers drift below them, she gently rubbed the area directly behind them. She had been told that it was the most sensitive spot on a mans body. It must be to, she thought, as Zephyrus growled and lifted her off him. Crying out in protest she was unprepared for him to yank her back down as hard as he could. As he met her with an upward thrust, he broke cleanly though her barrier. Fine. But be prepared for the consequences, He rasped as he started raising and lowering her on him. He gasped as pleasure ran through him. Annabelle moaned happily as her body finally accepted the delicious length of him inside of her. Moving her hips slowly, she met the slow surge of Zephyrs hips. She could tell that it wouldnt last long by the way that he was groaning under her. The thought of him exploding inside of her fertile womb was enough to make her teeter on the edge of another orgasm. Whimpering, she started bouncing more forcibly on him. Annabelle, Im gonna come. he panted. You need to stop, let me pull out. He pleaded. Oh, Im gonna come again, She whispered as she started to tremble on top of him. Yes, little one, come. Then pull off me. He gasped as he fought to hang on long enough to let her finish. Yes! she squealed as her orgasm raced through her lower body. Zephyr started tensing as he felt her warm sheath spasm around him. His own climax was eminent and he fought it as hard as he could. Now, little one, now. He said as he tried to push her off his close-to-exploding cock. No, she protested. Fill me. She pleaded as he fought to control his response. Annabelle, you dont know what youre asking. He growled. Yes, I do. If I cant have anything else, please give me this. She coaxed. Hell. He growled, unable to deny her. Annabelle!!!! he roared as his seed exploded out of him. Yes. She squealed as felt the warmth of his seed hit her womb. Annabelle sat on the edge of her bed and watched as Zephyr paced back and forth. He was going to wear a path in her carpet if he didnt stop soon. Are you sure you are okay? he asked for the millionth time. Yes. Theres no choice, Annabelle. We have to get married. He said finally, coming to a stop in front of her. Do you love me, Zephyrus? Annabelle asked softly. What does that have to do with us getting married? He asked puzzled. Everything. Annabelle said sadly. I wont marry you without it. She finished. So its time for you to leave. Were not done here. Zephyr said hotly. Yes, we are. She said sadly. We were done before we even got started.

Author: sevispac Title: Welcome to CMS, Middle School Orientation - Part I Summary: Classic Porn from the Horniest Place on Earth. Part 1 of 3. This year's sixth grade class will be entering Middle School just in time to start The Program, so they have to be taught what to expect. Today they get to spend the day learning the in's and out's of being Naked in School.The kids need a thorough orientation. Keywords: NiS, Naked in School, f, mf, m+f+ Date: 5_20_2017 Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy. The author does not advocate or participate in underage sexual activities. If you are offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot. If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race. This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences like pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever let anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When you are old enough to be ready, relish every minute. But right now, get outta here, kid! You trying to get me in trouble? &#10145;&#65039;&#10145;&#65039;&#10145;&#65039;A better version of this story is available at The Horniest Place on Earth web site (HPoE). It contains links to related material and illustrations that aren't in this version. Paste this URL into your browser to go there: &#128308;http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/sevispac/www/index.html&#128308; ---- Middle School Orientation - Part I Welcome to CMS Morning Assembly "Today I want to welcome you to Central Middle School. Next fall you'll be entering our seventh grade. This is a real milestone in your young lives, made all the more special because the Naked in School Program will be starting at this school along with your class. "This will be a fundamental change in our educational philosophy. In the past it has been our duty to prepare young people for success in life. Under the Program, we are going to prepare you for a rich, full sex life as well. Remember, your schoolwork is still important to us as long as it doesn't interfere with your sex life. Most of you have already reached puberty, which is coming earlier and earlier thanks to our children's improved health and well-being. We also want you to know that the faculty members very much enjoy watching you discover your sexuality. We won't force you to do anything you aren't ready for, but we'll encourage you to try everything you want! "Another change from the High School Program: The Program will no longer be pass/fail, but will be graded for credit, with the same value as all other courses. A "C" will be given for successful completion of seven days nudity, while higher grades will be earned for attitude and for participation in extra-curricular sexual activities, outreach, and school pornography. In addition, teachers will be encouraged to offer extra credit for sexual activities related to or performed in class, both for Program participants and other students who want to improve their grades. "Statistically speaking, about one quarter of you are already sexually active. That means almost a hundred of you beautiful girls have already become young women! You know first hand how wonderful sex is, but at your age even those of you who have already had intercourse are still shaking off your childhood inhibitions. Adolescence is terribly difficult for all of us, even in today's sexually open society. The purpose of the Program is to help you overcome your inhibitions and let you enjoy as much of your sex life as you are physically ready for! "Today we are going to get a head start on next year's activities. We're going to ask you girls to give us all a treat by taking off your tops for the rest of the day and giving us a look at the special beauty of your budding breasts." This caused quite a commotion throughout the auditorium. Everybody knew about the Program, and most of us were dreading being picked while secretly looking forward to seeing our friends naked, but nobody was expecting to have to shed her top today before she even enrolled in Middle School. "I know many of you will find this embarrassing, especially if you're still flat-chested like most girls your age. Please understand that you have no choice in the matter. The faculty positioned throughout the auditorium will encourage you to undress willingly, but should you fail to do so they will remove your tops by force. No girl will leave the room until she is naked from the waist up. Full nudity is also acceptable and encouraged, but not required at this time." I leaned forward and tried to curl up into a tiny, invisible ball. I was fighting back tears, and the pit of my stomach felt like the north pole. All around me, other girls were having the same reaction, but I don't think that many of them had the same reason to dread taking off her top. I could hear the commotion of boys laughing and clapping and teachers walking around making the girls undress. Suddenly I heard a deep voice behind me. "Young lady, I'm sorry if you're embarrassed, but I must ask you to stand up and take off your top." I began to sob. I felt hands on my shoulders. Large, male hands, but gentle hands. They caressed and re-assured instead of forcing me to get up. After a moment I turned my head and looked up at a nicely dressed man about forty years old. A man older than my daddy. Someone who couldn't possibly be sexually interested in me. He probably hadn't had sex in my lifetime. "There, there, sweetheart. No need to be frightened. Look how well your friends are doing. Would a hug make you feel better?" I turned around and nodded. I buried my head in his chest, my tears wetting his suit jacket. I felt safe wrapped in his arms, but the tears wouldn't stop. "I, I, I'm sorry, mister. I didn't mean to be like this. I just wanted to look nice for my first day at middle school. I didn't mean to do anything wrong, but now everybody is going to see the Kleenex I stuffed inside my bra this morning, and they'll all laugh at me! Everybody knows that pretty tits are more important to a girl now than they ever have been." "Oh, so that's what's wrong. Well don't you worry. I know just what to do about that. Nobody will know. Trust me." The funny thing is, I did trust him. He was big and cuddly, and he smelled nice. Even when he took my hand and had me step up onto the seat, and then on the table, I just did what he wanted me to. It seemed like every eye in the cafeteria turned to me, standing there with my blouse still on after most of the other girls were topless. I was the center of attention. This was just making things worse. He turned me to face my classmates and stepped behind me. When he reached under my arms and started to unbutton my blouse I nearly panicked, but his soothing voice and firm touch kept me in control. Trembling, but barely in control. He slipped my blouse off my shoulders, and the boys all over the room started clapping. I blushed so red I almost glowed. I was terrified, but somewhere deep inside I think I was kind of proud of the way so many of the boys were checking out my body. Two tables away I could see Mike Perkins. I had a crush on him since third grade, but this was the first time he'd gazed back at me the same way I looked at him so often. I smiled a little, but I didn't look at him. "Ok, now, do just as I say and we'll get this over without anybody seeing the Kleenex. Nod if your bra unhooks in front." I bobbed my chin three times. "Great. Steady now." He reached around my sides and grabbed each breast in one of his large, strong hands like he was playing with them. I was shocked, but his gentle caress felt wonderful, and I began to feel melty in my panties just like I do when I play with myself in bed at night. I was still scared, but I began to think I could get through it. Suddenly he pulled the cups of my bra off, leaving me topless in front of the whole cafeteria. He squeezed the Kleenex in the cups and quickly pocketed my little bra before anybody saw what he did. Most of the boys in the room cheered and whistled at my naked titties. "There now", I heard him say behind me, "A pretty girl like you should take every chance you can to show off those cute little breasts!" For emphasis he reached up and cupped my bare titties, giving them another caress. It felt even better that way. "Now I want you to stand up real proud. Put your hands behind your head and take a deep breath." I was still trembling, but as I followed his instructions, the boy's laughter and cat-calls died down. The room quieted, and suddenly some of my friends started clapping. The applause spread around the room, with teachers as well as students joining it. I started to feel better. The teacher who had helped hide my stuffed bra from my classmates touched me on the shoulder and offered his hand. He helped me down off the table to the applause of the whole room. Even after the applause, I was still so mortified that I headed straight to the girls room as soon as the assembly was dismissed. I was still trembling and tears started streaming down my face as soon as I walked out the door. My friend Sara followed me in. She was having a much easier time going topless. Well, she had a lot more to show. Plus, Sara was a little bit of a slut as far back as I remember. Even in third grade she was always lifting up her skirt, showing the boys her panties. It was fun, even though she had no idea why. But slut or not, Sara was my best friend, and now she came over and gave me a hug. Her bare boobies felt good against mine. "Hey there, why are you crying? It's not so bad. Everybody has to do it, and you really look very cute with your top off. I think more of the boys were looking at you than anybody else. Even me." "Ew. How can you want those yucky boys looking at you?" "Gee, it's kind of fun once you get used to it. Remember how we used to play dress up, and put on your mom's makeup when she wasn't home? Remember how much fun it was to wear see-thru tops from her closet? You looked pretty cool when you got all dressed up, before you started wearing those dorky glasses." "Yeah, but my parents bought them for me in fourth grade! Before then everybody thought I was dumb, cause I can't see a thing without them. After daddy got me my glasses my grades went way up and nobody thought I was stupid anymore." Sara reached up and pulled off my glasses, then wiped my cheeks with her hanky. "Hey. I know how much you need these, but I guess you'll just have to decide what's more important: Your school work or your sex life?" Sara took out a makeup brush and led me over to the mirror. She started dabbing a little blush on my now-dry cheeks. I sniffed a little and she handed me a tube of lipstick. Five minutes later we left the girls room, both of us wearing bright red lipstick and big smiles. At the bottom of the trash can in that girls room I left behind a worn pair of little girl's glasses. We spent the rest of the morning walking between the classrooms we'd be in next year. After a while I got used to being topless, and started to enjoy the attention I was getting from the boys. Every now and then one of them would "accidentally" brush up against my titties, although nobody actually tried to feel me up. I noticed that my nipples tingled a little bit, and turned hard and stuck out more after one of these accidents. Except for that, all the classes were boring until we got to P.E. Next year will be the first time any of us have had to dress up for exercise, and especially to shower together. And I do mean together. Part of the program rules is the combination of boys and girls bathrooms and showers. To get ready for next year they told us we had to shower together today! First we had to try on our new uniforms. At least the school provides them, so we don't have to buy our own, and we get clean uniforms every day. The uniform bottoms were tight elastic, only about three inches high altogether between the leg and the waist, and molded tight to every curve (including my pussy lips!) The tops were so thin that wearing them wasn't much better than still being topless. You could see right through them, and the itchy fabric made my nipples poke out even more! The girl's coach made us do jumping jacks, and some of the girls who had big breasts were bouncing around like crazy. I think the coach did it on purpose. For Program girls who weren't allowed to cover up there were beaded skirts, which were actually longer, but didn't hide anything when you move. I had heard about the "naughty beads'. The coach got Sara to try them on and model for us. It covered up your pussy when you were standing still, but as soon as you started to move it showed everything! Sara was wearing it when we did jumping jacks, and she started breathing hard as soon as the beads began bouncing off her clit. Sara was moaning before we were half way finished, and all the girls heard her little squeals when she came. Even Sara couldn't stop blushing after that. The coach told us even though we had to shower with the boys, but we didn't have to let them touch us. We could even wear our uniforms in the shower if we wanted, but since you could see right through them as soon as they got wet it didn't make any difference. Some of the shy girls kept them on anyway, but I decided I might as well go ahead and enjoy it. It was actually harder on the boys than on us. We had been topless all morning, and nearly naked wearing those "uniforms". The boys had been allowed to keep all their clothes on until now. We all went to the locker room, and they clustered on one side with us on the other. Even when the coaches threatened to undress them by force, none of them were ready to start undressing. I was really starting to feel sorry for them when Sara walked right between the two groups of kids. She was still wearing her naughty beads, and she was swaying her hips, topless, and looking as sexy as a sixth grade girl could. She got to the shower room entrance and turned around. The boys all stared at her. She reached one hand up and pinched her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and finger. Her other hand went to the beads dangling in front of her pussy and began to slowly roll them up and down her slit. She moaned and closed her eyes. She stood there for a minute or two, playing with herself and moaning softly, then she opened her eyes, smiled, and turned back into the shower. Three of the boys started to undress, then lots more zippers were pulled down, and pants started to hit the floor. I never saw a boy naked before. I've seen plenty of pictures of cocks, but this was the first time I saw one in real life. All of them were soft, and I guess they were pretty small compared to when they get hard, but I was still fascinated by them anyway. Boys and girls started walking into the shower room, mostly one-by-one but a few hand-in-hand. Even those couples still looked pretty shy. I pulled off my little uniform and joined the group. Inside the shower room the water was splashing down on boys and girls. Some of them were soaping up, pretending to just be showering, but secretly stealing glances at each other. Mike, my secret crush for years now, was standing under a nearby nozzle, casually soaping his smooth chest. He caught me looking, and I immediately glanced away. I wasn't looking at him, but I knew exactly when he turned and walked toward me. I furiously pretended to be washing my legs when I heard him say, "Hi". I nearly died, but I couldn't just ignore him, so I looked back over my shoulder and said something like, "Oh, hello." "I was just wondering if you'd like help. With the places you can't reach, I mean. Like your back!" He was stammering. I guess I wasn't the only one who was still scared of being naked. "Oh! Thanks, but I'm all finished. I just need to rinse off and get ready for the next class." I mumbled. He looked disappointed, but I was too embarrassed to let him touch me. As I walked out of the shower room I saw Sara, all covered in suds and playing with three boys who were still soaping her up. They were giving special attention to her breasts and her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and it looked like she was almost ready to cum. I envied her and wished I was brave enough to let Mike do that to me. Afternoon Assembly "Glad to see everyone back for the afternoon session and conclusion of this year's Middle School orientation. We still have a lot of ground to cover, including the dress code and a very special awards presentation, but before we get started I want to let you know that the staff and faculty enjoyed your escapades in the shower room almost as much as you did. Some of you may have noticed the web cams all over the locker room and showers, if you weren't too busy checking each other out. Those cameras are there for your protection, but they will also help you get over your shyness, and have the added benefit of recording some very sexy young teenagers. You and your family are welcome to check them out on the Central Middle School web site. Next year we'll be running a pay site staring all of you, but for now all our content is free to the public. So spread the word. Let your friends and family know you're on your way to stardom! "Now let's get started on the main subject of interest: The Program! Miss Kinsey is in charge, so let me get out of the way and turn the podium over to a real professional in the field of human sexuality, who just happens also to be naked! Miss Kinsey." The applause was substantially more enthusiastic than principle Watson had gotten. Miss Kinsey walked onto the stage from the right, and it was immediately apparent the principle was exaggerating. She was wearing a red vinyl dress and matching knee boots. The dress fastened at the neck, but had cutouts showing off her breasts. The skirt came down to her knees in back, but curved up in front to expose her pussy. Her pussy hair was shaved in a thin vertical line about two inches long above her slit. Her only jewelry was a diamond glittering in a gold ring stuck through her clit. She strolled to the podium, relishing the cheering and whistles of the young boys in her audience. "Thank you very much. I appreciate your enthusiasm and look forward to putting it to good use next year in The Program. <Start Dress Code> All of you are at an age when sex is becoming the main thing on your mind, maybe even the only thing. You are also at an age when childhood inhibitions are still very strong. You are going through one of the hardest times in your life, and I don't just mean in the guy's pants", she said to widespread giggling. "The program is designed to help you get over this conflict and begin enjoying a full and wonderful sex life! Instead of fighting against your natural desires, we want you to give in and relish them. To help out, there will be a strict dress code for those of you not in the program. The code is explained in the pamphlets in front of you. "Girls, before you open your packets, you'll notice that something is missing from the clothing you left folded on the tables in front of you. If you wore a bra it has been confiscated and will not be returned. Bras and similar garments which conceal the breasts are strictly prohibited by the dress code at all times; with one exception I'll discuss in a moment. To compensate you for your lost clothing you will find a gift certificate for $50, which you may redeem in the mall at Victoria's Little Sister, the new Victoria's Secret franchise for girls 14 and under. You'll also find a $50 gift certificate to Girlie Pop. These are not limited to purchase of garments, but you'll be wise to use them with our new dress code in mind. Dress Code Illustrations &#65532;"If you don't have enough short skirts, that's the place to start. Skirts are required for every girl not in the program, every day. They must be at least four inches above the knee or higher. Panties are allowed, but if you insist on wearing them you have to meet very strict rules. Thongs are permitted, but they must be no more than one inch wide when stretched as far as possible in front, and no more than inch wide in back. It's fine to let them slip into your slit, but that doesn't mean they are legal if they can be stretched more than an inch. Otherwise, panties must either leave the pussy completely uncovered from top to bottom, like those in the pamphlet illustrations, or be completely transparent over the full length of the pussy. Transparent includes fishnet and lace, but it means complete visibility, not just translucence. The same standard applies to the entire back. Your cheeks must be fully revealed. &#65532;"Girls are strictly prohibited from wearing any kind of pants, culottes, shorts, or leotards unless they are cut out completely away from your naughty bits in both front and back. You'll also find an illustration of acceptable standards in the pamphlet. &#65532;"This policy will be enforced by daily panty inspections in home room. Immediately after morning announcements, all girls will go to the front of the room and raise their skirts for full panty examination - front and back - until the instructor is completely satisfied. Violations will result in loss of panty privileges for a minimum of one week, and are also subject to bare-bottom spanking in front of the class.&#65532; "Any clothing that enhances sexuality without concealing is strongly encouraged. For example, high heels, stockings, garters, see thru bras and blouses, and peek-a-boo cut outs like what I'm wearing." She gestured to her breasts. "This is the sole exception to the no-bra policy and a great opportunity for you girls to put your fashion sense to good use. Just remember, bras are forbidden unless they decorate without concealing. When in doubt, be sure the nipples are fully visible. This means half-cups, full transparency, or titty cutouts. Oh, and one more thing. Some fabrics are transparent when wet, and they are highly encouraged by the dress code. Just remember that if you let them dry out, your classmates or the faculty are allowed o get them wet again using whatever fluids are at hand. The children in the front rows saw her wink. "One more accessory we want to encourage for you girls, both in and out of The Program. We hope you'll be spending a lot of time on your knees, so knee pads are one exception to the nudity rule for Program girls, and a great way of showing a positive attitude. We hope you'll wear them all the time." Some of the younger girls blushed at this, but there were some smiles, too. "Girls are allowed to have one piercing in each nipple and one in your pussy, whether it be hood, clit, or lips. Naturally we can't prevent you from having more, but if you exceed the dress code standard we will ask you to remove any additional piercings until you have been examined by the vice-principal. He will decide what types of extra jewelry you will be permitted to wear, based on his judgement about distraction from classwork and overall beauty. This decision is final. "Oh! And girls are also encouraged to pierce their tongues and put those piercings to good use! That just might be a good way to influence the vice-Principal." She winked again. "We realize that girls your age don't generally have much of a lingerie collection, but keep the rules in mind during back-to-school shopping. Even if your parents don't support the program it's not hard to wheedle them. Moms are more sympathetic than you think, and daddies... Well, let's just say there are ways to keep daddies from saying no. "Another traditional way children prepare for adulthood is by playing with toys. In the packets in front of you, each of you young ladies will find a vibrator. There are many different sizes and styles, so try them out and trade with your friends until you find the one you like best. We encourage you to turn them on and try them out right here, but if you're too shy, take them home and play with them in the privacy of your own room. In case your parents are old fashioned, next year you can ask for a replacement at the office at any time, and you're welcome to keep them here at school where what your parents don't know won't hurt them. In fact, you're allowed to keep them with you all the time, and we hope you'll use them often. "Some of you may not know exactly how to play with them. Next year you'll be receiving classroom lessons on masturbation, but right now some of you girls may not yet have started. Please pick up you vibrator and follow my instructions. At the base of most of them you will find a ring. Twist it clockwise to turn it on and increase the intensity of vibration. Now put your hand around it like you were gripping a handlebar, like this", she said, holding up a large, true-to-life dildo. "Feel the vibrations. Now bring it to your nose. Give it a sniff. Lick the tip. Right now all of them are completely without fragrance, having never been used." A nervous titter ran around the auditorium, along with many an "Ewww" and "Gross!" from some of the boys and not a few of the girls. Still, most of the girls were paying very close attention. "Settle down please, and please behave like young ladies, not little children. Now increase the speed of the vibrations and lay the toys in your lap. Press them between your legs. Feel the tingling sensation in your pussy? Feels good, doesn't it?" It certainly did! It felt positively electric. I wasn't able to leave it touching my pussy for more than two seconds without starting to let out little moans. "From here on you're on your own. Feel free to experiment. Maybe now you start to see the advantages of the skirts-only policy." I looked over as Sara. She was alternately pushing the toy up under her shirt and pulling it out and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to have lost touch with where she was. The boys across the table were watching closely with their mouths and eyes wide open. "Now about hair styles. Boys will be short and girls will be long. Outside of that general rule, hair will be left to your good sense as young ladies and gentlemen. Boys able to grow facial hair will keep beards and moustaches neatly trimmed at all times. Girls will trim their pussy hair away from their lips and will use care that it is never thick enough to conceal their vagina. Violations are subject to spanking at the instructor's discretion. In addition, pussy hair judged to be unkempt is subject to mandatory hot-wax by the school nurse. This can be quite painful and will take place in public in the front entrance during lunch hour, so girls, you'll be well advised to shave your pussy hair every day, just to be safe. Those are the highlights of the dress code. They're designed to keep the kids in the program from standing out quite as much as they would otherwise. Also, they're meant to be fun. The Program taught me that all girls are exhibitionists at heart, so take this chance and enjoy it while you're young! One last thing. I've been talking about the dress code, but the Program also demands a more exciting vocabulary. I've been using words like breast and nipple, but we expect our students to use language like boob and tit instead. At first it will be hard getting over the habits you've been taught about how young ladies speak, but you'll soon find it's exciting. Remember, Penis is a euphemism. The word is cock, or dick. Girls have pussies or even cunts rather than vaginas. It's cock sucking or pussy eating, not oral sex. Most important, I don't want to hear you talking about intercourse when you really mean fucking! <End Dress Code> Miss Kinsey left the stage to enthusiastic applause as principle Watson returned to the podium. "Settle down, please. Now that you know about the dress code, I want to say a few words about the new program rules. First, it's important to remember that sex acts are not permitted in the classroom without the express permission of the teacher. We do encourage non-disruptive touching and exploration, but remember not to let it get out of hand. Second, sexual contact is strictly limited to students only. No faculty, family members, or visitors are permitted to touch you young ladies here during school hours without written permission from the teacher. One exception to this is the bare-bottom spanking policy. This is not considered sexual contact even if casual penetration does occur, not even if orgasm results. Girls being punished are, however, allowed to ask the paddler to sooth the pain by kissing on the buttocks or pussy after the punishment is complete. Like all other activities, this must be entirely consensual to all parties involved. "Each of you will find a large envelope on the table in front of you. The boys may open them now. Inside you will find your student ID. Please keep it with you and bring it to school every day. "Girls, we will be making another change for you. Rather than carrying an ID, we're giving you a necklace which you will wear to school every day. Open your envelopes." I open my envelope. Inside was a necklace. On a 16 inch gold chain was a heavy golden ring. A cross was attached to the bottom of the ring. "All of you will recognize the female symbol, a circle and cross. The chain is adjustable and should be just long enough for it to hang in your cleavage, for those of you who have breasts. Otherwise set the chain just long enough to hang between your nipples. All of you girls will be expected to wear this to school every day. It's as close to a uniform as we will come. Also, please understand that these necklaces are 20 carat gold jewelry, and quite valuable. Please be very careful with them. "There's a very special secret about your necklaces. We feel that when a girl loses her virginity and enters young womanhood, it's cause for celebration. Next year we will make that celebration official in two ways. When one of you reports her sexual initiation in the office, your photo will go up on our right-of-passage wall. For the next week you will be permitted to wear a jeweled tiara like this one so everyone will know what a special time it is for you. Since you will no longer be a child, this school will treat you as a young adult. You will be given adult privileges including access to the smoking lounge&#128684;, alcohol at school dances and parties&#127864;, the right to skip class up to three times a week, and an open campus policy allowing you to come and go as you like&#128277;. "Your new necklaces also fit in with the celebration and privileges which come with young adulthood. We will be giving out attachments which fit inside the golden circle. These will be worn only by young women who have earned them through full sexual intercourse. They are the badge which brings all the privileges I've just been talking about. "Right now we're going to get things started. If you've already had sex, please raise your hand." All over the auditorium girls were looking embarrassed and shy. Slowly a few hands started to go up. "You young women are invited come up on stage to receive your badge. This is what will mark you as experienced, setting you apart from children your age and showing everyone you are entitled to the privileges of a grownup. To earn it, you must show the courage of a grownup by taking off all your clothes and coming up on stage to receive your reward naked. This is completely voluntary, but it's great practice for the program, which isn't." I looked around the room at all the topless girls. Most of them were blushing and looking down again. Nobody moved. I glanced across the table at Sara. Our eyes locked for a minute, and all of a sudden I started to giggle. It was all over for us. She started giggling uncontrollably, and the sound spread around the room in a flash. Sara stood up, pulled down the zipper on the side of her tiny little skirt, and dropped it to the floor. I told you she was a slut! Instead of white cotton panties like most of us were wearing, Sara had on a naughty little pink thong which would be fine for next year's panty inspections! Where does a sixth grader get panties like that? Her mom is pretty cool, but really! She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. I was still giggling so hard that I let her pull me up and walk to the stage. She climbed the steps, then turned her back to me while facing her audience. She put her hands on her waist and cocked her hips, trying to look sexy. "Pull them down!" she said between giggles. The kids were already applauding before I even squatted down behind her, let alone before I hooked my fingers through the sides of her panties. I gave a little tug, and her thong slipped right down off her narrow little hips. The boys really started to applaud as soon as her pussy slit came in sight. Her panties fell to the floor, and she gave a little curtsy, which is a hard thing to do without anything on. I gave her a little pat on her bare fanny and still couldn't stop giggling. Principal Watson was smiling at us from the other side of the stage. He waved his hand, beckoning Sara to come over to him. I have to give that girl credit. She swayed her hips just like she was a professional stripper, and even got her little titties to bounce as she walked across the stage. "Sara is a wonderful example of how we want all our young ladies to behave. Today we are going to be giving awards without any need to prove that you have previous sexual experience. Next year, however, an examination by the school nurse will be part of the requirement for this award. "The badge itself is too small to see from where you are sitting, but here is what it looks like." All over the room, a long, curved shaft of silver jewelry appeared on the TV monitors. There were gasps as some of the girls recognized it as a stiff penis, complete with two silver balls at the bottom. &#65532;"It's designed to slip right through the gold circle of Sara's necklace. When I snap it into place like this," ***click***, "the two balls make the shaft point straight up toward her face." Principal Watson lowered the necklace back into place. Now the penis was dangling right between Sara's little breasts. She stared down at the shaft, curving up toward her chin. A hush had fallen over the kids, and even Sara had stopped giggling. Suddenly, she grabbed her new jewelry in her hand, raised it to her lips, and gave the tip a noisy kiss. Even Principal Watson cracked up. The school photographer caught her with that little penis on her lips, and suddenly her lips were on every monitor! The principal was still laughing when he reached out and hugged Sara. He reached down one hand and swiped a finger across her pussy. Now the picture on the monitors switched to Principal Watson's middle finger, which was shining with Sara's juices. He waved it to make sure everybody saw. "This is going to be a class to remember". 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Author: this guy Title: A Stormy Night Summary: John Smith spends a stormy night in the room under the temple with the two leather clad priestesses and his captor who returns bearing gifts...including a very special fruit... Keywords: mFFf, scfi, timetr, Fdom, mild violence, nc? Date: 1_290_2017 Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy. The author does not advocate or participate in underage sexual activities. If you are offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot. If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race. This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences like pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever let anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When you are old enough to be ready, relish every minute. But right now, get outta here, kid! You trying to get me in trouble? &#128068;&#128069;The HORNIEST PLACE ON EARTH&#128069;&#128068; is proud to present version II of &#10084;&#65039;LOVING DAUGHTERS&#10084;&#65039;, a highly X rated board game for 1 to 6 players. Now you can explore the HPoE for yourself, writing your own story in the same world you've enjoyed reading about. Guide young teenage Girls through the pitfalls of adolescence, helping transform them from innocent angels into horny sluts. Download it from the HPoE. Like everything else there, it's free: &#128308;http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/sevispac/www/index.html&#128308; ---- A World Away, Part VI A Stormy Night inside the Forest Temple of the Sloped Spring by `this guy' "Auggugh," a marginally conscious groan passed through Krum-veh's lips as she sat up. She blinked her eyes several times before stepping back into her black leather miniskirt as she stood. Schren-veh quickly all but ignored me as she began talking a-mile-a-minute at her older sister. As I listened I heard a few words I recognized... I listened more closely and realized that Schren-veh was repeating to Krum-veh what she had said during her orgasm. By the time Schren-veh had finished speaking, Krum-veh seemed extremely happy. She yanked me to my feet, smiled at me, and patted me firmly on both shoulders, before taking a breath and heading over to the wood chest she had put the vegetables into earlier. "John," Krum-veh said, motioning me over to her. As I walked towards Krum-veh, she opened the wood chest and (judging by the motion she made with her hand) offered me some food. I tentatively pointed at one of the round reddish racket ball sized vegetables I had seen earlier. Krum-veh removed it from the wood chest. She startled me when she grabbed a large knife with an almost black colored blade; then, much to my relief, she began cutting the vegetable I had selected into eight wedges (much like one would cut an apple into wedges). To tell the truth, if she hadn't cut it into pieces I would have simply bit into it in the same way that I would eat a peach, a pear, a plum... Upon seeing the first wedge up-close I was glad I hadn't tried that; the skin of this particular vegetable was about an eighth of an inch thick and had the consistency of leather...the kind of leather footballs are made from. I don't even want to think about what that would have done to my teeth. Ultimately I ended up eating the wedges of vegetable like slices of an orange: putting my teeth behind the skin and biting down. And my taste buds were in heaven when I did: the initial flavor was decidedly similar to that of a watermelon, but as I chewed the fairly thick / dense insides of it another flavor emerged...a flavor that was reminiscent of a perfectly ripe artichoke heart... "Mi-ju," Schren-veh said pointing at the wedge of vegetable in my hand, startling me slightly. "Mi-ju?" I cautiously repeated holding up my hand after swallowing what was in my mouth. Both sisters nodded at the same time. I smiled and took another bite... Finishing the mi-ju, I was about to attempt to ask what I should do with its skin when Krum-veh simply took the pieces from me and casually tossed them into the glowing embers at the bottom of the small fire. Krum-veh then grabbed me, fairly firmly, by my balls and pulled me halfway across the subterranean room. I was first relieved when she released her grip on my balls; then elated when she began rolling them around in their sac with her fingers. It felt good, no great: so great that my seventeen-year-old dick began to inflate and harden. Never touching my dick, for several minutes Krum-veh continued rolling my balls around in her hand. A drop of clear pre-cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; and Krum-veh simply continued rolling my balls around with her fingers... I wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to do, but I liked it. A moment or two later there was a more or less steady stream of pre-cum drooling out from the little hole at the tip of my fully inflated and rock hard dick. My cock began to throb, and still Krum-veh rolled my balls around with her fingers... Just as it felt like my butt cheeks were about to tighten Krum-veh said, "Gurz!" Schren-veh, who I had all but forgotten about, smacked me on the side of my head so hard my ears began ringing. My dick instantly went soft and I yelled out, "What the hell!" Before I could say or do anything more Krum-veh was once again rolling my balls between her fingers. The two leather clad temple priestesses kept doing it to me over and over again. For what felt like an eternity (at least to me anyway), they kept bringing me nearly to an orgasm before smacking the crap out of me; causing my dick to revert to its normal flaccid state. Then they would just do it again, and again... After a while it was really starting to piss me off! I tried to grab hold of Schren-veh before she could hit me, but missed her arm as she darted away from me. A fraction of a second later Krum-veh was punching me in the stomach. I dove at Krum-veh, and actually managed to tackle her; doing so just gave Schren-veh an opportunity to start rolling my balls around in her fingers. Through quite a bit of delicate maneuvering on my part; I managed to get Krum-veh laying face down on the floor with me sitting across her lower back. While that took Krum-veh out of the mix; it made it much easier for Schren-veh to quickly retreat every time I tried to grab her. It got to the point where I was throwing punches and kicking my legs every time Schren-veh approached me. I never managed to even get a piece of her, since she could circle around me significantly faster than I could turn around while keeping myself sitting on her big-sister's lower back. Suddenly a strange low-pitched clumping sound filled the subterranean room. The almost ominous sounding noise was so un-nerving that I stopped trying to get hold of / hit Schren-veh. Heck, the noise was affecting me so much that I was almost expecting to have a heart attack... I didn't even notice that Schren-veh was no longer trying to get at my balls; until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her dart up the narrow steep stone staircase that lead to the outdoor / upper part of the temple. When I heard the sound of hurried speaking wafting down the stone steps and into the subterranean room, I let Krum-veh up. The instant my body weight was no longer pinning her to the floor, she seemed to shoot across the subterranean room. An instant later she was bounding up the steep stone staircase after her younger sister. The sound of a bit more hurried speaking drifted down the stone steps before I saw motion: someone was descending the stairs. The pale orange glow emanating from the embers of the flameless fire provided just enough light for me to be able to see that feet were coming down the stone staircase. Focusing my eyes, as best I could, seemed to do little to help me figure out who was coming down the steps; until I noticed that I was looking at leather boots, not bare feet. Just before I concluded that it must have been Mre-vha, a voice broke the near silence in the subterranean room, "John, vanu-kizb." I saw her arm swing around in a motion that resembled a little-league pitcher throwing side-arm and suddenly a fairly large round object was flying across the room at me. Nervously, I bent my elbows at right angles, and prepared to catch whatever it was that had been thrown at me. <THUMP> An object slammed into the right half of my stomach. I quickly closed my arms around it as if I was catching a football. Moving the round object into my hands, I was more than slightly surprised by its physical properties: it was an almost perfect sphere about halfway between the size of a grapefruit and a basketball, must have weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of five or six pounds, was firm like a cantaloupe, and had a surface that felt like highly textured imitation leather... Whatever this thing was that I had caught, it was not something I would have expected to find in a forest. Or so it seemed, until I my finger brushed across an imperfection in its outer surface. A perfectly round depression nearly one-half inch in diameter...brushing the tip of my thumb back and forth across it, I concluded that there must have been a stem removed from this spot, "Could this be some sort of strange fruit!?" I wondered to myself. By the time I glanced up from the strange fruit I was holding; I noticed that Mre-vha, Krum-veh, and Schren-veh had all descended the stone staircase. While the leather clad priestesses were a bit wet; Mre-vha, on the other hand was completely soaked. "Drowned rat" is the best way I could describe how she looked: her hair was so matted down that it didn't even seem to stand proud of her skin... A bit shocked by how incredibly wet she looked, I glanced down to see a trail of bright red running from a little below her left hip, down the outside of her left leg, and seemingly disappearing into the matted fur at the top of her left boot. I was puzzled by the bright red for a second, before realizing it must have been blood. Dropping the strange piece of fruit, I practically screamed, "Oh my GOD: you're BLEEDING!" before running over to Mre-vha. I firmly pressed my hand against her left hip where the top of the trail of blood seemed to be coming from. "Naz em-ruidk," Mre-vha said before firmly smacking my forearm. Withdrawing my hand, I was fairly puzzled by how little blood seemed to be on me. I raised my left hand and extended my index finger upwards to ask for a minute, then swiped my right thumb across the top of the trail of blood on her hip. I quickly removed my thumb from Mre-vha's hip. Glancing at my thumb, there was clearly a bit of blood on it. However, when I glanced at Mre-vha's hip I saw a streak of bloodless skin where my thumb had been: clearly she wasn't bleeding. But, then; where had the blood on her hip come from... "John," Krum-veh said, getting my attention as she held up something. I blinked my eyes, then squinted slightly as I tried to focus on the thing she was holding. It was about fourteen inches long, appeared to be brownish in color, and was very fuzzy. It had two distinct parts that were about the same size... It looked like an oversized squirrel: she was holding it up-side down, by its tail...and there didn't seem to be a head! If that had been against Mre-vha's hip, it would have explained the blood. My attention snapped away from Krum-veh, when I heard what sounded like a bag of marbles being dumped out. My gaze shifted to Schren-veh: she was holding one of the two socks Mre-vha had taken from me the other day by the toe end. Below the open end of the sock was a decidedly disorganized pile of what looked to be walnuts... An instant later Schren-veh was dumping out the contents of the other sock Mre-vha had taken from me. The small objects falling out of it appeared to be soft. I moved a few steps closer to Schren-veh to get a better look. It looked like raspberries; I quickly counted fifteen of them. Seeing motion out of the corner of my eye I turned toward Krum-veh. She had the pair of shorts Mre-vha had taken from me; and was pulling leaves out of a front pocket. A moment later she had moved on to the other front pocket and pulled out a few pieces of what looked like tree bark... She moved on to a rear pocket, filled with blades grass which were eight or nine inches long... The sound of footstep caused me to turn: Krum-veh had moved over to the wood chest and was pulling out something. Judging by its shape it must have been a knife, except the blade was black...and had absolutely no reflective qualities at all... I shifted my head a bit to get a better look at this strange knife-like object. It wasn't until I noticed how that the muscles in Krum-veh's arm seemed to be flexing far more than they should have been that it dawned on me: the knife was made of stone! I was in a state of near sensory overload, when I heard a strange sucking sound coming from behind me. I turned around to see that Mre-vha was sitting on one of the large stone slabs that projected out of the wall and was attempting to pull the boot off her left foot. Surprisingly, she seemed to be having quite a bit of difficulty getting the boot off. So, being a decent guy, I figured I'd give Mre-vha a hand. Taking a few steps I was in front of her; I reached out my hands and gripped the exceedingly wet rough leather boot. Mre-vha gave me a strange almost threatening look. I smiled and gave the boot a firm tug: the boot slid about three-quarters of an inch off. "Hulbg," Mre-vha said with, what sounded like, an appreciative snort. I gave the boot another firm tug: moving it a little more than an inch. I pulled again and again...and finally it came off her foot. I was more than a little surprised when I saw her bare foot: she hadn't been wearing any sort of socks inside her boots! Although, after thinking about it for a few seconds I remembered that my sister didn't wear socks with her Ugg's...neither did Jeanie Townslund, the girl I'd lost my virginity to... So I guess that made sense, sort of...but whatever. I was so lost in my thoughts that Mre-vha had to speak again, "John," to get me to notice that she had lifted up her other foot. I repeated the process of repeatedly tugging on the boot. After a dozen, or so, hard tugs it surprised me by suddenly sliding off of Mre-vha's right foot. The way that boot came off was so sudden that I actually lost balance: I quickly grabbed at the nearest thing I could see. Her foot: predictably, it was very wet; unexpectedly, however, the skin on her foot was incredibly soft...far softer than I would have expected. Once I'd managed to steady myself, I glanced up to see Mre-vha was shaking her head. Giving her an embarrassed grimacing frown I quickly let go of her foot and put the boot I was holding on the floor. She planted her bare foot on the stone floor, leaned forward, picked up her boots and turned them upside down. I was amazed to see something in the neighborhood of three or four ounces of water literally pour out of each boot. Before I got a chance to comprehend the sheer amount of water that had been in Mre-vha's boots, an eerie scrapping sound seemed to fill the subterranean room. The way the sound bounced off of the stone walls made the sound practically terrifying. I wheeled around to see that Krum-veh was skinning the headless squirrel with the stone knife. THANK GOD: for some reason the sound conjured up an image of the sort of bad horror-movie psychopaths who kill unsuspecting victims in secluded places with machetes in my mind... Yet another sound seemed to pop up out of nowhere behind me. Considering it was raining outside, the sound of water hitting stone shouldn't have been all that unexpected; except it sounded like a lot of water...perhaps the amount a bucket holds being poured out. I feared the subterranean room was filling with water and we would all drown, until I noticed that Mre-vha was bent over and ringing out her sopping wet hair. Sitting on one of the stone slabs that projected out form the walls, I began wondering why I was so jumpy. I suppose it could have had something to do with the fact that I was completely naked and surrounded by three gorgeous women, technically two women and an early-teenage girl, all of whom were (mostly) dressed. The fact that I'd had sex with all three of them might've had something to do with it. Perhaps it had something to do with how dark it was in the room. Or maybe, subconsciously, I felt like I had been buried alive since I was in an underground space whose floor, walls and ceiling were all made from stone. Well, whatever the reason; I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and managed to calm my nerves somewhat. My eyes remained closed for a few minutes as I thought about the events of the past day or two; all the while, listening to the sounds of a meal being prepared. I was still a little bit on edge, but this place I had found myself in... I mean yeah, it was a world away from home; but here I was getting to have lots of sex, and the ladies were quite good looking. Oh yeah, it could be worse...a lot worse. "John," Mre-vha said smacking me on the leg. I opened my eyes to see that my three companions were all sitting on the floor; Schren-veh to my left, Mre-vha to my right, and Krum-veh about three feet in front of me. On the floor between them were two rectangular plate-like objects piled with, what looked like, food. I quickly sat on the floor and looked more closely at the plate-like objects that were sitting between us. The one `plate' looked like a piece of wood; it was piled with a bunch of berries, leaves, and some small pieces of chopped up fruit and vegetables. The other `plate' appeared to be a piece of slate; on it was a pile of bite-sized pieces of raw meat...almost certainly the squirrel Mre-vha had brought, or at least I hoped so anyway. In a matter of seconds the four of us were picking at the food with our fingers. The squirrel was far less warm, drier, and somewhat chewier than the rabbit had been. Knowing what it was I found to be a bit un-nerving, but it was edible none-the-less. The long blades of grass were surprisingly good, not all that easy to chew, but they had an almost citrusy taste... The bark and roots that Mre-vha had brought were noticeably absent; as were the walnuts and that huge fruit that she had thrown across the room at me. I managed to try a little bit of everything; there wasn't anything that I could honestly describe as in-edible, although one of the leafy vegetables was far from pleasant tasting...in the sour / bitter sense. When the food was gone, I was still a bit hungry. And, judging by the look on Mre-vha's face, she was too. Krum-veh stared at my crotch in an un-nerving way from the moment the last of the food had been eaten, for a full two or three minutes, before she said, "Riib-pui heb-e-keb vrubp?" from the way she was speaking, it sounded like she was asking a question. Mre-vha snorted, before saying, "Niol..." she paused for a second before adding, "Vrubp moiq vaanub." An instant after Mre-vha stopped speaking, Schren-veh picked up the stone `plate' and stood. She took the stone `plate' across the room and put it near the wood chest. She then grabbed and returned with the large round fruit Mre-vha had thrown at me earlier. Krum-veh took the fruit from her younger sister and held it steady on the wood `plate' while Mre-vha un-sheathed her huge knife. Mre-vha placed the tip of her knife against the top of the giant fruit and leaned a substantial portion of her weight on it: the blade very slowly began sinking in through the fruit's, obviously thick, leathery skin. Once the blade of the knife was about forty-percent of the way through the fruit, Mre-vha began pulling the knife out. I looked on in near stunned disbelief as Mre-vha slowly sawed around the large fruit. Schren-veh got my attention by tapping on my left forearm. Smiling she pointed at the large fruit that Mre-vha and her older sister were very slowly cutting open and said, "Heb-e-keb." There was a sparkle in her eye as she pointed at her mouth, licked her lips, smiled and began nodding vigorously. If I understood what Schren-veh was trying to tell me correctly; this heb-e-keb must be delicious...or some sort of delicacy. Either way, I figured I was in for a treat. Several minutes passed before Mre-vha managed to cut all the way around the heb-e-keb. After setting her knife to the side, she firmly took hold of one side of the large fruit while Krum-veh took hold of the other. The way the muscles in both women's arms were twitching and flexing was a sight to behold as they twisted the two halves of the heb-e-keb apart. When the two halves finally separated I understood why the process of cutting and opening the heb-e-keb had taken so much time and effort: the skin was in excess of one-quarter inch thick. Additionally, there was a racket ball sized seed-cluster in the center: clearly heb-e-kebs were a stone-fruit. Krum-veh took the seed-cluster and put it in the embers at the edge of the small fire. She then returned to us with the stone bladed knife that she had used to cut-up the squirrel. Meanwhile, at the same time Mre-vha began cutting the two pieces in half...a process which was significantly faster than I would have expected. Once the heb-e-keb was quartered Mre-vha, began slicing the meaty insides of the fruit into layers that were about an inch thick. Krum-veh, then took the inch thick layers of fruit and proceeded to dice them into bite-sized cubes. For several minutes Schren-veh and I sat and watched the process of the heb-e-keb being cut up. With the entirety of the insides of the heb-e-keb diced and piled high on the wood `plate' I started to reach in for a piece. Schren-veh promptly smacked my hand. Looking at her I saw that she was shaking her head `no'. After sheathing her knife, Mre-vha picked up a piece of the heb-e-keb, lifted it up fairly high into the air above the `plate' so that all four of us could clearly see it. I noticed that her lips were moving; as if she was silently reciting a prayer. Looking at Krum-veh and Schren-veh, I saw that their lips were also moving. Could this heb-e-keb be some sort of holy-fruit? A few seconds after Mre-vha had lifted it into the air; she was shoving the piece of heb-e-keb between my lips and into my mouth. The heb-e-keb had a decidedly familiar texture / consistency in my mouth: it was very similar to nearly ripe avocado. The taste on the other hand, was completely disgusting: charred beats coated in a thin layer of hummus, dusted with ground-up pickled onion...positively cringe worthy. Not wanting to seem ungrateful for the food, and certainly not wanting to piss-off my companions; I chewed and swallowed the extremely unpleasant tasting piece of fruit. And that's when I got hit with the after-taste; which was surprisingly sweet and pleasant...almost like honey mixed into green tea. Shortly after I swallowed that first piece of heb-e-keb all four of us were eating. Considering the disgusting taste, I tried not to eat too much. However, Mre-vha made sure that I ate one piece for every two pieces that were consumed by the combination of herself and the two leather-clad temple priestesses. For good, or for bad, the taste did begin to grow on me... Not more than ten seconds after the last piece of heb-e-keb had been swallowed; a surprisingly loud popping sound came from the fire. Krum-veh stood, went over to the fire and returned with the seed cluster. The bottom part of the seed cluster appeared to be somewhat charred, and there was this little hole at the top. After sitting, she moved it up to her lips and tilted it back as if she was taking a drink from it. Krum-veh then passed the seed cluster to her younger sister. Schren-veh repeated her older sister's movements: appearing to take a drink from the seed cluster, before passing it to me. Figuring `what the hell' I moved my lips to the little hole and tilted it back: the liquid that came out of that little hole was decidedly thick, about halfway between the consistency of olive oil and eggnog, and seemed to have almost no flavor. I swallowed the liquid, which unlike the meaty part of the heb-e-keb had no after-taste; before passing the seed cluster to Mre-vha. Mre-vha did as the rest of us had: taking a drink from the seed cluster. She then surprised me by passing it back to me. Since the thick liquid tasted okay, I took another drink from it. I tried passing the seed cluster to Schren-veh; she refused to take it. I tried passing it to Krum-veh; she refused to take it. I tired passing it back to Mre-vha; she pushed it back up to my lips. So I took another drink, which seemed to finish off all the liquid that had been inside the seed cluster. I held the empty seed cluster in my hand for a full minute before dropping it. The thing is I didn't try to drop it: it just fell from my hand. Surprisingly, I didn't receive the smack I was expecting for having dropped the empty seed cluster...but my vision did seem to be getting a bit blurry. I tried to pick up the seed cluster and found that my arms were very heavy and my fingers weren't working very well... Meanwhile my dick was getting hard. The three women stood. Mre-vha and Krum-veh lifted me up and backwards until I was sitting on the stone slab that had been behind me while we were eating. Schren-veh proceeded to remove her leather skirt and climbed onto my lap. She took hold of my seventeen-year-old dick and positioned its tip between her thirteen-year-old pussy lips, before rocking her hips forward: engulfing the head of my dick within her pussy. In a matter of seconds she was bouncing up-and-down on my lap: my dick sliding in-and-out of her pussy. It may have been the most nerve-racking experience of my life: I couldn't move my body; my vision was quite blurry; my hearing seemed, for lack of a better word, blurry; I couldn't seem to be able to smell anything; but I sure as hell could feel the warm soft moist walls of Schren-veh's incredibly tight thirteen-year-old pussy on the sides of my dick. I could feel the texture of the skin on the inside of her pussy...I could feel each one of her pussy muscles moving independently of each other... While I was concluding that my sense of touch must have been heightened a hundred-fold, Krum-veh and Mre-vha sat down on the stone slab on either side of me. Each of them took one of my hands, the one nearest to them, and placed my fingers on their own bare, hairless crotches. Since the tips of my fingers were brushing against the little nibbons, which I knew were their clits, at the top of each of their pussies; I could only conclude that both women had removed their bottoms. From my left side, Mre-vha leaned in close to me. Feeling a bit of hardness in the middle of an otherwise warm soft something press against my arm, I was all but certain she had removed her top as well and was naked. Despite my blurry hearing, I heard her whisper, "John, naz uowi-vaq za-qii mubn trau," into my ear in a tone that seemed to be on the seductive side...not that I had any idea what she was actually saying. Little more than a small fraction of a second after Mre-vha had finished speaking, I could feel Krum-veh leaning in close to my right side. Again I felt a bit of hardness press against my arm; clearly Krum-veh was also naked. She began whispering into my right ear, "John, greu mieu-neizb piekv," also in a seductive tone. She then proceeded to lick the lobe of my ear! I tried to say speak, but all that came out of my mouth, "Aeugpf..." sounded somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. Despite the fact that I knew they would have no idea what I was saying, I was a bit disappointed that I was unable to respond. That thought was quickly banished from my mind as I felt my butt-cheeks tighten beneath me. Having little to no control over my body, I waited for a moment before my hairy teenage balls drew up under my cock. A fraction of a second later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I took a deep breath, exhaling as the first tablespoon-sized spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying deep inside Schren-veh's pussy. A second spurt, followed by a third, and a fourth... After the seventh spurt, my orgasm died-down; surprisingly though, my disk remained hard. Two seconds later, Schren-veh seemed to hop off my lap. With the blurriness of my vision, I couldn't actually see where she went; but from what I was able to hear, I was reasonably sure she had headed to the other side of the room. In short order Krun-veh was climbing onto my lap. Milliseconds later she slipped the head of my hard dick in between her pussy lips. Rolling her hips forward, she forced most of my hard seventeen-year-old dick into her noticeably loose, but incredibly wet twenty-some-year-old pussy. With my dick properly seated inside her pussy, Krum-veh began to methodically bounce up-and-down on my lap: my dick sliding in-and-out of her pussy... My brain, unlike my most of my body, was still working quite well. So when I noticed, what appeared to be, a look of lust in Mre-vha's green eyes; I did my best to spring into action. I focused all of my effort on wiggling the fingers on my left hand back-and-forth across her clit. My fingers were doing about thirty-percent of what my brain was telling them to; which was just enough to elicit as sigh of contentment from Mre-vha, as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly into a small smile. For a full two minutes I sat there on the stone slab: my fingers brushing back-and-forth across Mre-vha's clit; my dick being forced in-and-out of Krum-veh's sopping wet pussy, listening to the erotic sucking and slurping sounds that accompanied those movements; all the while thinking about how amazing my life had become in the past few days. My train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of something brushing against my bare butt. The something had an almost silky softness about it, and was decidedly warmer than the stone slab. Unable to turn my head, I did manage to sense movement behind me...this was getting a little bit scary. Felling a hand on my hip, I instantly knew what was going on behind me: Schren-veh was trying to lay something out on the stone slab behind me: a reassuring thought. A full second passed before I felt the familiar sensation of my butt-cheeks tightening beneath me. I took a deep breath as my hairy teenage balls to draw up. An instant later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I held my breath until the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying into Krum-veh's pussy. Krum-veh must have noticed my orgasm, because she instantly dropped all of her weight down on my lap: burying my cock to the hilt in her warm, sopping wet, and somewhat loose twenty-some-year-old pussy. "John, greu mieu-neizb nii... greu mieu-neizb nii..." she began encouraging me; I think, it sounded like encouragement to me anyway... A second spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum blasted out of my dick deeply inside her pussy. A third spurt followed...and a fourth... My dick was buried so deeply inside Krun-veh's pussy that I could feel the pressure inside her pussy building up in front of the head of my dick as each spurt of cum shot into her: talk about an AMAZING sensation. I began to wonder how many spurts of cum I'd have to shoot into her pussy for the pressure to actually lift her off my dick. Sadly, I didn't get to find out, as my orgasm died-down as the ninth spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my cock. Krum-veh was quite good at reading my orgasm, because little more than a second after the ninth and final spurt of cum oozed out of my dick into her pussy, she lifted her body up: my still hard dick slipping out of her with a decidedly and suitably erotic slurping sound. Looking at her face as she climbed off my lay, I saw what looked like a sense of accomplishment in her eyes... Once Krum-veh had climbed off my lap and moved around behind me, most likely helping her younger sister with whatever she was doing on the stone slab; Mre-vha hopped off the stone slab and onto my lap. Astonishingly, my dick found its way into her pussy as she lowered herself over my crotch region without any guidance from either of us. With her pussy fully impaled on my seventeen-year-old dick, she pulled my hands to her hips. I did my best to grip the gently swell of warm soft flesh with my marginally working fingers. Letting go of my hands, Mre-vha smiled at me before wrapping her arms around my upper back: effectively pulling her bare chest against mine. The instant I felt her ample C-cup breasts press against my chest my dick twitched once. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I knew that trying to speak was useless; and even if I could have it wouldn't have mattered because we didn't speak a common language... Mre-vha must have been able to read my mind, because she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. In an attempt to French kiss her, I managed to spread my lips slightly and began pushing my tongue out of my mouth. Just as I began to feel the warm smooth softness of Mre-vha's lips on the tip of my tongue, Mre-vha seemed to realize that this kiss was different than the ones we had shared previously: she pulled back away from me. Judging by the slightly confused look on her face, Mre-vha noticed that my tongue was sticking out of my mouth slightly. Staring deeply into her green eyes, I wiggled my lips as best I could; hoping to draw her back in. Success: she leaned back in and pressed her lips against mine. This time when I pushed the tip of my tongue against / between her lips she allowed them to part slightly. I continued moving my tongue into her mouth as best I could; first past her teeth, then I found the tip of her tongue. It wasn't until I began to pet Mre-vha's tongue with mine, that I realized how strikingly similar this situation was to when I had made out with Paige Harris at that party back at the end of April. Paige had been sitting on my lap; both she and I were topless; her ample breasts were pressed against my chest; and...wow she was a good kisser... Of course Paige Harris and I were both wearing pants when we made-out, and we never had sex... Returning my attention to my current situation; I noticed that while my cock was inside Mre-vha's pussy, she was sitting decidedly still on my lap. I didn't really mind that though: it certainly felt good having my dick buried in her warm, wet pussy... Focusing back on our kissing, I managed to coax her tongue past our lips and into my mouth. I watched in awe as Mre-vha's eyes got bigger and bigger when I first began to gently suck on her tongue, and then began to ease my own tongue around hers. In short order, our tongues were engaged in a sort of dance in my mouth. Judging by the sparkle in her eyes, I had to assume that Mre-vha was enjoying, what I was fairly certain was, her first French kiss ever. We must have been making-out like that for several minutes when I felt my butt cheeks tighten under me. I almost didn't believe it: I was about to have my third orgasm in barely ten minutes and the only movement on the surface of my cock was the gentle rippling motion of Mre-vha's pussy muscles! My hairy teenage balls to drew up, and an instant later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I simply continued the French kiss as the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying into the deepest recesses of Mre-vha's pussy. While I suspect she felt that spurt of cum blasting against her insides, Mre-vha didn't move her body a millimeter and continued kissing me. A second spurt of my hot cum blasted out of my dick deeply inside her pussy. A third spurt followed...and a fourth... Like it had been with Krum-veh, my dick was buried so deeply inside Mre-vha's pussy that I could feel the pressure inside her pussy building up in front of the head of my dick as each spurt of cum shot into her. Having just had a nearly identical experience I didn't really dwell on it, instead my mind was paying more attention to the way Mre-vha was sucking on my tongue, "I bet she gives great head," I thought while my dick continued spewing cum into her pussy. I lost count of how many spurts of cum erupted from the little hole at the tip of my cock, but if I had to guess, I'd say it must have been somewhere between eight and eleven before my orgasm died down. Mre-vha broke our kiss before calmly lifting her body off my lap. Shockingly my cock was still hard... She pushed my shoulders back and down until I was laying on my back; I could feel a warm silky material: fur, that`s what Schren-veh had been laying out on the stone slab behind me. More hands took hold of me, and the three women began rotating me around so that I was laying on my left side, parallel to the edge of the stone slab facing the fire. With a lot of pushing and pulling they managed to get furs under my entire body. Schren-veh pulled my left arm out in front of me and positioned it so that my hand was pointing towards the fire. She then layed down in front of me. With her firm round little thirteen-year-old butt pressed against my lower belly, she lifted her right leg up a bit and pulled my still hard cock up between her slender thighs. Once the tip of my hard seventeen-year-old dick was against her pussy, Schren-veh wiggled her butt down towards my crotch: forcing my dick into her pussy. For a brief moment, I wondered what the gooey feeling on the head of my dick was; then it hit me: I was feeling the cum I had shot into her pussy less than fifteen minutes earlier...WOW! Shren-veh lowered her right leg and layed her head on my arm as Krum-veh put a piece of fur over our naked bodies. Soon I felt more warm soft, hairless skin pressing against my back. Since I didn't really feel much in the way of breasts I knew it had to be Krum-veh. She slid her arm under my head, effectively giving me a pillow. Meanwhile, Schren-veh was repositioning my arms. She swung my left hand and forearm up in front of her chest. Then pulled my right arm over her body, positioning my right hand on her flat belly... Feeling a hand brushing against my left ear, I was fairly certain that Mre-vha had layed down behind Krum-veh. Feeling a right forearm slide over the right side of my abdomen, followed by a right hand gently gripping my right hip, I was certain of that assumption... My mind wandered back to Paige Harris. I knew she'd had a crush on me for a few years; maybe when I got back home I'd get to have sex with her... I could only imagine how her fifteen year old pussy would fell wrapped around my bare cock; her muscular thighs wrapped around my waist as I plowed in and out of her...a ballerina: she had to be one fun fuck, I though as I drifted off to sleep. &#10145;&#65039;A better version of this story is available at The Horniest Place on Earth web site (hosted by ASSTR). It contains links to related material and illustrations that aren't in this version. Paste this URL into your browser to go there: &#128308;http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sephy/www/index.html&#128308;

Author: sevispac in collaboration with P.F. Dill Title: Getting Prepared, Chapter 2 - Preparing Deborah Summary: A sequel from the Horniest Place on Earth. After many years of trying, Pickles has finally inspired me to write chapter 2 of Lost One's masterpiece, Getting Prepared. The problem was that everything I could do to Danielle had already been done in the first chapter, and I couldn't do it better. The solution was to do it to her friends, with Dannielle's help. ~sevispac. Keywords: NiS, Stripping, Mf, ff, Ff, mf, oral Date: 5_11_2017 Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy. The author does not advocate or participate in underage sexual activities. If you are offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot. If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race. This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences like pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever let anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When you are old enough to be ready, relish every minute. But right now, get outta here, kid! You trying to get me in trouble? &#10145;&#65039;&#10145;&#65039;&#10145;&#65039;A better version of this story is available at The Horniest Place on Earth web site (HPoE). It contains links to related material and illustrations that aren't in this version. Paste this URL into your browser to go there: &#128308;http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/sevispac/www/index.html&#128308; ---- Getting Prepared, Chapter 2 - Preparing Deborah by sevispac in collaboration with P.F. Dill [I've been working on this story for years, because Lost One never wrote a sequel to Getting Prepared. It's important for you to read it first, both to understand the story and to enjoy my favorite Naked in School story of all time. Pickles finally inspired me to get this written. The problem was that everything I could do to Danielle had already been done in the first chapter, and I couldn't do it better. The solution was to do it to her friends, with Dannielle's help. ~sevispac] &#65532;I was up in my room trying on my new outfits when I heard a soft knock on my door. Goody! Somebody I could model my new clothes for! I stood up and walked over to the door, not even remembering I wasn't wearing anything except a tiny pink slip that left me fully exposed below the waist. Both of us were surprised when I opened the door, me because I expected to see one of my family, not my best friend Deborah, and she at the sight of my shaved pussy. She gave a little shriek and tore her eyes away from me, maybe a little more reluctantly than I would have expected. "Oh my GAWD! I am so sorry. Your mother told me to come on up but I never thought you'd be naked!" Deborah was blushing from head to toe, or rather from head to collar of the shapeless gray outfit her parents always made her wear. I just couldn't help it, I had to giggle at her embarrassment. "It's all right, silly. I was just trying on some of my new clothes. Mom and I went shopping this morning and I can't wait for you to see what we bought!" She was still staring at the floor, blushing like a stoplight. "I was worried when you guys weren't at church on Sunday, and you didn't answer the phone so I thought I'd come over and see if you're OK. It sounds like you're fine, but if you want to show me your new clothes please put on some pants!" That got me giggling again. Pants were one of the few things we didn't buy. Panties, yes. Lacy white see-thru panties, tiny little thongs, and even open crotch! Short skirts. Garter belts and garters and stockings. Nighties you could see right through so daddy could pose me in bed for pictures. Blouses that were just as transparent, and others that weren't, but were so tight that everything was just as visible. Fuck me shoes from The Wild Pair. Half-cup bras that made my boobies look huge. Well, huge compared to their real size. Great big hoop earrings and lots of jewelry. Nothing I would ever have worn, nothing I would have dared to wear, two short days ago before momma decided to change my life. It must have cost over a thousand dollars! I don't know how we could afford it, but momma insisted I should dress to fit my new personality. It was all part of getting me ready for the Naked in School program next year. She said it was important for me not to be shy in public, so if I wasn't naked at least I should dress like I wanted to be! GAWD, trying on my new clothes was so much fun! Victoria's Little Sister doesn't have changing rooms, just lots of full length mirrors where you can undress in full view of the store, and even people walking by in the mall. There's always a small crowd near the entrance. In fact, I even glanced in once or twice myself, back in ancient times before yesterday. But even after what happened to me at home, it was still embarrassing to take off my clothes right there in the store. As soon as I saw how nice I looked in a topless hot pants/suspender ensemble I forgot all about being shy. That little crowd outside the store got a lot bigger and moved inside. I spent two hours trying on clothes while momma looked on approvingly and helped me pick out the hottest stuff. Then she let me wear a little, translucent sun dress home and I loved everyone looking at my titties poking through the thin material. I've changed a lot in the last two days, and not just from what happened at home. Deborah was still blushing, so I picked up a pair of black bikini cut panties and a stretchy little black miniskirt and slipped them on. Maybe she'd think they were decent. I thought they were boring. "Oh my gawd, your mother lets you wear those?" she asked. "No, silly, she doesn't let me wear them, she bought them for me. Don't you think they're pretty? She said this one really shows off my legs." Her eyes swept up from my feet to the skirt. I turned in profile to give her a look at the way it covered my butt... barely. She paused for just a moment, but shook her head. "You can't possibly go outside in that. It's indecent! Why, my mother would have a fit if she saw it on you, let alone on me. Not to mention you couldn't move without everybody seeing those panties!" "Well, duh! That's what they're for, silly! Don't you think they're pretty?" I asked, raising the skirt to show them off. She blushed again, but she didn't turn away. "They're real silk. Here, feel them!" I took her hand and stroked it along my hip. "Ohhh," she sighed, delighted by the feel. "That's wonderful. It must be, like, super delicious to wear." "Here, try it yourself," I said, slipping them off my hips and down my legs. Deborah is almost a year younger than me, but we're exactly the same height. Ever since we first met we've been able to borrow each other's clothes, although my boobies have grown a lot more than hers in the last year (as my daddy noticed last weekend). As I stepped out of them I noticed a tiny bit of moistening in my pussy, but fortunately it hadn't reached the panties. What in the world was happening to me? I picked them up and put them in her hand. She was reluctant to take them, but the touch of silk had a magical affect on the poor girl. It was like her parents dressed her in burlap. She stroked them gently with her fingers and didn't seem to remember that I was bare again. "Go ahead, try them on," I said. The magic continued. She sat down on my bed and drew them up her lets. They disappeared under her nearly floor length skirt. She sighed with contentment. Then I suddenly realized something. Deborah hadn't taken off anything. Did that mean... "Wow," she said. "That feels incredible. Now I see why you shaved, you know...down there." "That's right. They make lots of things that feel better if you're bare. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you how." She looked at me in shock. "N, n, n, no! I could never. If my mother ever saw she'd just kill me. Besides, nice girls just don't do that!" Deborah then looked down at her feet and apologized quietly. "Oh, sorry. I... I didn't mean you, but... well, what in the world has gotten into you, Danielle?" I nearly choked, but at least this time I didn't giggle. What would she say if she knew who, not what, had gotten into me? Better change the subject. "Well, we're going to have to get used to a lot of new things if they really start The Program in school next year. Momma thought it would be easier if I practiced this summer." Little did she know. "Oh no, that's not a problem for me!" Deborah declared. "If they do start that awful Program my parents are going to put me in private school They promised we'll move to another state if we have to. I just feel terrible that you might have to go through it." Hmm. That was bad news. I didn't want to lose my BFF because her parents were such prudes. They took her to church every week, wouldn't let her have internet or cable TV, and told her she couldn't date until she was 16. Not to mention the way they made her dress. I was really surprised she didn't seem to be wearing any granny panties under that long skirt. I didn't know what to do, but at least we could have a little fun. "Here, this goes with them. Try it on," I said, holding up a matching bra. Maybe silk is her weakness. I could see she was tempted. It was tiny and pretty and perfectly matched with the panties she had on. "But where can I put them on?" "Right here. I won't look. Otherwise we'll have to walk to the bathroom every time we change. Oh, don't worry, I don't like girls. I mean, not like that." It was like Deborah was petrified. She didn't make a move other than to stroke the silky bra between her thumb and fingertips. After a moment I reached out and undid the button on her collar. She just stood there, frozen, as I popped button after button and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. I pushed it off her shoulders and pulled her arms out of the long sleeves. The poor thing was encased in a huge white bra covering nearly her whole ribcage. I actually had to step around behind her to unhook the four clasps on the back of that thing. What's next, a chastity belt? I felt her trembling as I slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. It's a good thing I really didn't like girls that way, because even from behind her I could see that she had been developing a lot more than anyone could tell, thanks to that ugly blouse her parents stuck her with. From in front she was even prettier. There were red lines against her creamy skin all around her chest and curving at the bottom of her little breasts from that horrid bra, but they were already starting to fade. Her boobies were bigger than I thought, almost as big as mine. Her nipples were a soft light pink, almost invisible on the surrounding flesh. She still didn't move, so I reached out to take the bra she held between her fingers. She reluctantly let go, and even lifted her arms as I slipped the straps up over her shoulders. She gave a deep sigh as the silky cups brushed against her soft little breasts. It fastened in front, but I had to step behind her to tighten it to fit her slender frame. It was too flimsy to provide any support, but she didn't need any, so I tightened the shoulder straps to fit, then I gently stuck my fingertips under the edges to spread the material over her little boobs. She sighed again as I smoothed it over her nipples. Maybe it was the touch of silk, or just a physical reaction to my fingertips, but her little nipples weren't soft anymore, they were pushing out against the material like two pop buttons. I could appreciate how beautiful they looked, and Deborah obviously enjoyed being touched, even by another girl. She wasn't trembling any more. "It's beautiful. Here, look at yourself," I said, turning her gently toward the mirror on my dresser. She shyly looked up, and I heard the intake of her breath as she saw a very sexy girl looking back in the mirror. No, not just looking. Staring. Entranced by beauty she'd never seen before in an image she'd seen every day of her life. Such a wonderful, unexpected response. Maybe I could take advantage of it. "Don't you want to see how the panties match? They're a set, you know. Go ahead, take your skirt off." For three heartbeats she didn't respond. On the fourth her left hand moved up from where it had been dangling by her side and firmly grasped the zipper at her waist. She drew it down, slowly, but with more eagerness than I had been expecting from my oh-so-proper BFF. The coarse garment slipped over her hips and slithered to the ground, puddling around her feet. It was probably the most modest, conservative thing we'd bought that morning, but on Deborah it was scandalously erotic. It surrounded her hips and clung to her darling little tush like a thin coat of paint. Her unshaven pussy hair created a tiny cloud in front, and just below that it nestled snugly into her tight slit, outlining her pussy lips with more emphasis than nudity ever could have. She may have been entranced before but she was spellbound now. She tugged on the waistband and pulled the material more tightly into her vulva. She cocked her hips and swayed gently, letting her eyes run down her legs, then up again to her breasts. "Danielle," she asked shyly, "do you think I'm pretty?" "I know you are, but let's ask an expert. What do you think, daddy?" Deborah had forgotten she'd left the door to my bedroom wide open. While she'd been fixed on my mirror, daddy had quietly been enjoying the show from the doorway. "Absolutely gorgeous," he said. Deborah gave a little shriek, whirled, and looked around desperately for something to cover up with. My bed was stacked with clothing, but none of it would do anything but make her look even more naked, so she put one arm over her little boobies and the other on her pussy. "Mr. Carson! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there. Please don't tell my parents I was being naughty!" "Now, now, calm down Deborah. You and Danielle weren't doing anything wrong. You're just trying on the new clothes Danielle's mother bought her, and both of you look very pretty. Please don't mind me. Go on with what you're doing." Deborah gawked at him. "Really? You don't mind? If my daddy saw me dressed like this he'd pitch a fit and ground me for a whole month!" "Well, maybe your daddy doesn't appreciate what a pretty girl he's got at home, or at least how grown up she's becoming." "You really think I'm pretty?" She was still a little bashful, but showing more confidence than a minute ago. Daddy was handling her well. "No, Deborah. You're not pretty. I said you're gorgeous. Now why don't you two try on something else so I'm sure there's no mistake." She giggled at that, and her smile lit up as she dropped her arms back to her sides. Her dimples were showing. "Here," I said, "these go perfectly with what you have on." I handed her a tiny pair of white hot pants and a long sleeved top that just covered her boobs and left her midriff bare. It had a frilly collar and sleeves. Oh, and did I mention? You could see right through it! A little of her bashfulness returned when she saw that, but then she realized she wouldn't be showing anything more than she already was. She slipped on the hot pants and looked in the mirror. They were just big enough to cover her panties, but the black color showed right through. Being hot pants, they were cut high in the back to expose her lower butt, but the panties covered her there. The top exposed the matching bra. Daddy gave her a wolf whistle and she blushed a little, even though she smiled. She gave him a little wiggle in return. "Your turn, honey," he said to me. I looked at the pile on the bed. I picked up a red thong and slipped it under my skirt, pulling the sides through the waist so they curved up around my hips like two little strings. My skirt rode so low that it showed off my shaved mound and the very top of the panties in front. They didn't cover anything in back, but you wouldn't know it if I didn't move. (I did.) My miniskirt didn't go with my slip at all, so I reached for a white tank top in the middle of the pile. It was about three inches wide, stretchy, and thin enough to let my titties show through, even when they weren't as hard as Deborah's. Her jaw dropped when I pulled my slip off right there in front of daddy. If she only knew what we'd been doing lately she would probably have fainted! I did notice that she gave my boobies a very close appraisal before she said, "You're allowed to go topless in front of your daddy?" "Sure," I said, taking a deep breath and sticking my chest out as I pulled the top over my head and arms. "Didn't your daddy see you naked all the time when you were little?" "Well, I guess... I mean, OK, he did when I was little, you know? But it's bad to let boys see us naked at our age!" I finished pulling my top into place. The elastic bands on the top and bottom pulled it tight against my boobs and made my titties pop out. "Boys, maybe. But can't you trust your daddy to take care of you? He loves you." Was that a little twinkle in her eye when she glanced at daddy? "Well, do you like it?" I did a little twirl, then faced him and put my hands behind my head. "It's beautiful, honey. You two are putting on quite a show. " Hmm, maybe that was the way to think of it. "Thanks, daddy. Come on in and sit down!" I strolled over and took his hand, then led him to the chair by my dresser. "Which do you like better, Deborah's outfit or mine?" I asked, looking at him bashfully. "Wow, that's a hard one. You're both so beautiful. And those clothes are perfect... except maybe for the way Deborah's black panties show through her shorts." He had a good point. The black was so easy to see through the thin white material. "I see what you mean. But what can we do? I didn't get any white panties. "Wait, wait, you know what would be perfect? Deborah, take them off!" She looked startled, but not scared the way I expected. It was working! "OK," she said, way more eagerly than I expected. Where can I change?" "Right here silly," I responded, "daddy won't look, will you, daddy?" "Of course not," he said, giving me a wink and turning his chair away from Deborah. As soon as he did she skimmed the shorts and panties down her legs, and immediately pulled the shorts back up. The only thing she forgot about was the mirror. Daddy gave me another wink. "There, how do they look now?" Her hot pants showed a lovely camel toe, just like they were designed to, and her little patch of dark pussy hair showed through just like the black panties had. She was having just as much fun teasing daddy as I was. "Even better," said daddy, "but now it's even harder to say who's prettier." I gave him a big pout for that. "Just one thing. Now your bra looks really out of place. I don't think you're supposed to wear anything under that blouse." "But you can see right through it!" she said, pretending to be shocked. "No you can't," said daddy, "not when you're in it." Both of us giggled. Deborah turned her back, unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped off the bra. Then she put the blouse back on and turned around again. "And how does it look now?", she asked, brushing one hand through the hair behind her head. "Perfect. It looks just like girl." She gave him a big smile. &#65532;"I know," I said, "let's put on some music." I had just remembered something momma said at the start of the marathon orgy I've been having with daddy and Brian since they've been teaching me all about what's allowed in the Program. She pointed out that I was going to have to undress outside the school building every morning during my Program week, so I should practice stripping to get ready. She said she'd put some music on our home network to help me out. I picked up my phone and checked iTunes. Yup, there it was, a play list called `Stripper Music'. I double clicked the first song, something called The Telephone Man, and started to sway my hips. I danced over to Deborah and took her hand. We looked into each other's eyes and started dancing together for daddy. He took out his own phone and began to film us. When the song ended I hit the pause button while I rummaged though my pile of new clothes. This time I picked out a full ensemble, g-sting, bra, camisole, garter belt, stockings, platforms, skirt, blouse, vest, long gloves, even a little hat. Then I scrolled through the music until I found it. I knew it had to be there. The Stripper. Daddy and Deborah sat and watched while I danced for them. I wasn't bad for somebody who hadn't had much practice. I'll tell you a secret: It wasn't my first time. Lots of times I practiced stripping alone in my room, ever since I was little. It always made me feel very grown up and wonderfully naughty. I guess I'm just a natural exhibitionist. I saw daddy reach in his pocket and pull out a dollar bill. I danced over to him as I slipped out of my skirt, and he reached out and tucked the bill into my garter. Cool! Just like a real stripper! I timed it so my panties dropped to the floor just before music ended, so I got to dance around for a few seconds in nothing but my garter and platform heels. Oh, and several dollar bills! It felt delicious to be the center of attention, and to turn daddy on like this. In some ways it was even better than all the things he did to me this week. This was me making him horny without even touching him. As the song ended I gave a little curtsy and daddy and Deborah applauded. All of us were surprised to hear more applause coming from the doorway, where momma and Brian were standing. Deborah was just as startled as when daddy walked in on us. She jumped up and stammered, "Oh! Mrs. Carson, this isn't what it looks like! Danni and I were just trying out these beautiful new clothes you bought her and, and... well..." "Don't worry, dear, you're not doing anything wrong. I guess Danielle didn't tell you that our family decided she needs help getting ready for the Naked in School program next year in school, and stripping at home is a big confidence builder for her. I think it would do you a lot of good, too." "It probably would," she said, "but it doesn't matter. If they go ahead with NiS my parents are just going to take me out of school anyway." "Goodness! I'm very sorry to hear that. How do you feel about it?" "Well, an hour ago I thought it was great, but now I'm not so sure. I hate to think about saying goodbye to all my friends, and after all the fun I've had this morning, I think maybe the Program could turn out to be fun too." "Well, then," said mom, "we'll just have to see what we can come up with." Oh, oh. Momma had another one of her ideas. "But for right now, why don't you put on some of those new clothes so we can all watch you take them off. Gracious, it hasn't been more that a year since we saw you and Danielle dancing at a ballet recital. Let's see if you can put all those years of dance lessons to good use." Deborah and I took ballet together all through grade school. Well, actually I started in preschool. I loved to dance, and we used to giggle and say stripping was a great way for a girl to turn dance lessons into cash. Plus it was fun! Deborah went for the sexy schoolgirl look. Matching red bra and panties under a little tartan skirt, thin white blouse with a little black necktie, thigh highs, and Mary Janes. Then she took a pink scrunchy and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She walked over to daddy, took his glasses off, and perched them on her little nose. Lucky he was nearsighted, so they could both still see close up. I put on the next song, a really naughty thing with a man and woman singing in French as she quite obviously has sex and builds up to her orgasm. It wasn't easy to dance to, but what it lacked in tempo it made up for in sensuality. Deborah slowed down, caught the beat, and got right into the spirit. She unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off, leaving the little necktie dangling between her breasts. The cups were designed to leave her nipples bare. Without removing her skirt she tugged the panties from beneath it and let them slip slowly down her legs. She lifted them on the toe of her Mary Jane, brought them up to her cheek, smiled and danced over and laid them on top of Brian's head, looping the leg holes over his ears. My little brother grinned broadly. Deborah was definitely not the prude I thought I knew. She ran her hands from her hips up to her breasts as she swayed rhythmically around the room. As the singer's voice rose toward climax, Deborah dropped to her hands and knees and crawled erotically toward where daddy was sitting. She slid both hands up his pant legs and pushed his knees apart. She rose slowly up on her knees, sliding her face and chest right over daddy's lap, then stopped and looked up into his eyes. She reached up and took the glasses from her face with both hands, then turned them around and put them back on him. All of us were so entranced that it took a us a moment to realize the music had stopped. Deborah just waited there on her knees, looking up at daddy while her hands massaged the tops of his inner thighs. She wasn't touching his dick, but everybody could see the massive outline and the dark spot that had appeared at the tip. "How much will you pay me for a lap dance, mister?" Deborah asked in a very high little girl voice. Daddy chuckled. "Well, I believe the going rate is $20." He pulled out a bill and folded it lengthwise, then he tucked it into the side of her skirt. I clicked on the next song. Midnight at the Oasis - another one that's hard to dance to - but this time it didn't matter at all. Deborah rose to her feet and turned away from daddy. She looked back over her shoulder and cocked her hip. She stepped backward until her pert little tush was only inches from his face, and gave a little wiggle. No, make that a very distinct, prolonged wiggle. Daddy reached up under her skirt and gave her butt a pat. She smiled at him. Then she bent at the waist, put her hands on her knees, and lowered her bottom until it touched his tummy. Daddy has a very nice body, as I found out this week. His abs are hard and he doesn't have any sign of a beer belly. From the look on Deborah's face, she was appreciating that fact. She kept moving to the music, not quite twerking, but definitely wiggling her butt. Slowly she went lower and lower until she was straddling the huge lump in daddy's lap. Daddy reached up and softly stoked her back just below her bra. Then he grabbed the clasp and popped it open in back. She reached up and took the cups in her hands, gave her nipples a pinch, and shrugged the straps off her shoulders. She stared directly at each of us as she let the cups fall away. Keeping both palms in contact with her skin at all times, daddy slid his hands around her sides and grabbed her tits as she slid her derrire back and forth along his dick. Her eyes closed and she settled back to lay her head on his shoulder, a little smile on her lips as he played with her tits. Her skirt had ridden up and we could see her pussy lips glistening in the gap between her thighs as she slid them back and forth along my daddy's huge cock. The song ended and she stood up, looking disheveled but happy. Daddy looked disappointed, and he quickly pulled out another twenty and slipped it into her waistband on the opposite side of her skirt. She turned around and faced him, then let her fingertips trail from her waist up to her armpits, then down again along the underside of her little boobs. "Want me to make you cum?" she asked. Daddy swallowed, looked in her eyes and gave an eager nod. Deborah pushed his knees back together, then she straddled his legs and leaned way back, resting her hands on my footstool. Her little skirt was way up around her waist now, and even from behind we could see not just her butt but her bare pussy as she ground it over daddy's cock. Both of them were breathing hard, and as she sped up the pace I heard momma begin to clap and chant, "Go Debbie, go Debbie, go Debbie..." The rest of us joined in. All of a sudden daddy gave a loud grunt and Debbie lunged forward to embrace him, without losing any of her all-important rhythm. She began to give out high little squeaks in time to their flagrant mutual masturbation. Daddy hugged her close and kissed her. Their mouths opened as the music and their bodies hit a crescendo. As the music ended I heard the sounds of slippery sex going on all around me. Brian had his little dick in his hands and momma had slipped one hand into her blouse. The other had disappeared under her skirt, but was moving really fast. But the thing that surprised me the most was what my own hands were doing. One of them was frantically tickling my clit while the other had two fingers slipping wildly in and out of my pussy. Then the world exploded and I fell into the sun. -- This time it didn't take me long to come back to life. Right away I noticed warm strings of goo running down the sides of my tits while Brian stood over me looking intensely satisfied. But the look on his face was nothing compared to Debbie's. The poor thing couldn't seem to handle the intensity of her orgasm. She was molded up against daddy's body, still stiff and breathing in short little gasps audible throughout the room. In short, she was responding a lot like I did just the first time daddy made me cum. This girl was hooked. Momma had pulled her skirt down and composed herself again. She stood up, walked over to Debbie, and began softly stroking her shoulders. "Hey little girl, that was wonderful. Just relax now and let momma take care of you." Debbie gave a little sign and slowly relaxed, nearly going limp against daddy, safe from falling thanks to his embrace and mother's gentle support. Together they picked her up, momma supporting her shoulders while daddy awkwardly held her legs on either side of his waist, and they carried her over to my bed. Mom sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "Don't be afraid, little one. That's just what happens to girls when a man loves them. " Debbie began to sob. "What's wrong, darling?" Asked mom, "you haven't done anything wrong. Did Mr. Carson frighten you?" She sobbed once more, then opened her eyes to look at momma. "No, that's not it at all. I loved what happened, and I want to do more, but my mom and dad are going to make me move away and then I won't get to be naked in school along with Danielle! And... and I'll never get to have Mr. Carson's big penis inside me!" "Oh, ho! So that's it. Well, never fear, little one, we just might be able to work something out. Let's us girls go make some lunch for the boys while they recover, and then maybe you'll get one of your wishes." Mom looked over at me and smiled. She took Debbie by the hand and stood her up. "But first let's get you out of that skirt. After all, you're going to be naked in school." Debbie smiled. After I watched her slip out of her skirt Brian handed me a towel to wipe myself off. Then I went to the kitchen to join mom and Debbie. They both giggled when they saw me. "What?" I said, "Debbie's just as naked as I am." "It looks like you missed a spot," said mom, handing me a mirror from her compact. Debbie sniggered as I saw the big blob of pearly cum on the bangs in the center of my forehead. Brian! That rotten little twerp had tricked me with that towel. I had to get him back. "Leave it," mom said. "It's cute." She gave me a smile and a wink, and I had to smile back. "Maybe Debbie wants some, too." Debbie blushed and looked a little bit shocked, but she didn't protest. Maybe we found a new way for girls to accessorize. "My mother always told me my proper name was Deborah, and I shouldn't let people call me Debbie or Deb because it showed a lack of respect," she said. "But from now on I'm going to get respect and have fun the same way, and I want everybody to call me Debbie!" She gave an emphatic nod. Wow. So now being a slut is the way to get respect? Works for me! We fixed sandwiches and called the boys to the table, but we made them wash their hands first. It's very important to wash before you eat. Daddy sat next to me and we were across from Brian and Debbie. Brian and I played footsy and from the way Debbie was squirming in her chair I think daddy had his toes on her pussy. He was eating with one hand, and half way through the meal I felt his other hand gently start to caress my thigh. Debbie was breathing fast and I noticed Brian only had one hand on the table, too. Mom was sitting at the foot of the table trying to look like it was just a regular family meal until Debbie started to moan and lost all pretense of eating her sandwich. "Dear," said momma, "I think we should be more polite to our guest. Let me take over." To my great surprise, mom sipped down and disappeared under the table. Debbie's eyes opened wide and she gave out a sharp little "O! o! o!" Then her head lolled over the back of the chair and she slid forward and down. "Now Debbie, it's very important to remember that you're not allowed to do this in the Program. You could get in a lot of trouble, so I'm going to make sure you understand just how it works so you'll never do it accidentally." Daddy smiled and turned toward me. "And I think we should put family first," as he too slipped under the table. I pushed my chair back as daddy shifted round so his face was between my thighs. Oh my Gawd! Was mom doing that to Debbie? But Debbie likes boys! And as for momma, well there was just no way she could possibly be a lesbian, she was my mother! And Brian's! But Debbie was moaning loudly, just like she did when she came on daddy's lap. I felt his breath on my inner thighs and spread my knees apart to let him bring his face right into my bare, wet pussy. Just like when he licked me for the first time, just last Sunday, I felt the tip of his soft, warm tongue touch so very gently against the bottom of my outer lips, so I scootched down and forward like Debbie to give him better access. He rewarded me be licking up one side of my pussy lips and slowly back down the other, leaving a tingling trail that converged in the middle and made my whole pussy melt. Then he started licking right up the middle, but instead of going all the way up to my eager clitty, he paused and plunged his hard tongue way up inside me! Fireworks went off behind my eyelids and I started moaning even louder than Debbie. When my eyes opened I looked across the table at Debbie. Her head was thrashing from side to side and Brian was now standing behind her, playing with her little tits. She was thoroughly occupied and totally out of control. Daddy kept pushing his amazing tongue in and out of my cunt (Yes, cunt! That's what I wanted to be!) , fucking me with his mouth, and I felt the glorious tingles building up deep inside that had to be the beginning of a vaginal orgasm. Every one of my orgasms so far came from my clit, but this one was different, deeper, more primitive. Debbie's eyes opened and I saw a look of deep distress on her face. I saw her arms reach forward under the table, but I heard mom say, "No, not yet, Debbie. We have all afternoon." There it was. My straight and straight-laced mother was doing the same thing to Debbie's pussy that daddy was doing to mine! "And you two, over there," she said. "Slow down and learn to enjoy yourselves." I heard Debbie groan again, but this time it was very different, a groan of frustration, and I knew exactly how she felt. I could see daddy's hands holding the back of my knees, but even though I was sending desperate signals he didn't do anything. Debbie and I looked at each other longingly, but still nothing happened under the table. A whispered conversation was going on down there, but we couldn't hear what was said. Debbie was lucky. Brian was still playing with her tits and occasionally rolling her nipples between his fingers. I reached up and did the same to mine. The delicious feeling way up inside my cunt faded and left a hollow, empty spot. A tear ran down Debbie's cheek and I felt the same way, but suddenly she tensed and inhaled sharply. Just at the same moment daddy slid his hands over my knees and forward up my thighs. Slowly, oh so slowly, I felt daddy's head advance toward my lonely, needy hollow spot. Now that I was used to regular fucking, this teasing process was sheer torture, but at last daddy's tongue touched me lightly in that same spot right at the bottom of my lips. I was in heaven as he circled my outer lips again and again. After a quarter of an hour or more he began to tease my clit as his tongue slipped past. I laid back and lost myself in the wonderful sensations. Those sensations intensified every time his wonderful tongue circled back to my tingling clit. Finally he stopped circling and flicked the tip rapidly over my hard little button until the fireworks blinded me. But this time I didn't pass out. I grabbed daddy by the ears and rode the wave of joy as I pulled him tight into my bucking hips. If I hadn't been lost in my own pleasure I would have marveled at how long he could hold his breath, because he had his nose and mouth were fully committed to pussy, my own wet little pussy, and not to breathing. I heard him begin to gasp as I slowly came back down to earth, and then I heard even louder girly squeals and moans as Debbie flew off on her own explosion there across the dinner table. But daddy didn't stop! Even as the sensations brought me back to earth, his wonderful tongue began circling again, fanning the embers of the dying blaze between my legs. To my astonishment they burst back to life, fanned by Debbie's helpless moans and by two small warm hands caressing my boobs. Brian had repositioned himself behind me and was playing with my tits in the same helpful manner as he had Debbie's. And Debbie was looking dazedly across the table at me as she gathered her wits and reluctantly returned to reality. Then her eyes rolled back and she began to moan again! Daddy kept licking me and momma kept doing it to Debbie until we found ourselves once again at the threshold of paradise. That was the moment we found out that once is never enough. Both of us were multi-orgasmic. All that was needed was a loving partner who could bring out our best, and boy, did they! It went on and on though the sensuous glow of an endless afternoon, moans of passion mingling with each other and with intermittent squeals of delight! Then, after I had lost count of my orgasms, he finally did it. Instead of flicking my clit he let his circling tongue spiral down to the very center of me. I reached down with both hands to grasp my outer lips as firmly as I could, then pulled myself open, inviting daddy's long, marvelous tongue. Invitation accepted. He slithered it high up to where no tongue had gone before, and the glorious deep feeling of a vaginal orgasm renewed itself way up inside my cunt. Even as the explosion began I felt daddy's tongue slip away, but before I could cry out in despair he seized my body, almost threw me on the table, and entered my wet, hungry cunt with one smooth, fulfilling thrust. Already in the spasms of climax, I felt my cervix dilate as the head of his huge cock slipped as deeply within me as it is possible to go. I felt wave after wave of hot liquid burst inside of me as my heels beat frantically against daddy's muscular ass, driving him deeper and deeper, again and again, as I screamed and wept with the joy of ultimate release. -- After a warm, wet wonderful time I slowly awakened there on the kitchen table. Someone had placed a pillow under my head and covered me with a down comforter. I glanced to my left and saw Debbie's peaceful face snoozing beside me, looking innocently angelic... apart from the drying cum all over her lips and chin. I studied her for a moment, thinking how beautiful she looked, then softly kissed her moist lips. She gave a deep sigh and her eyelids fluttered open. "Hi, you. Where am I?" I heard momma chuckle. "Good morning, sleeping beauties! The boys are off picking up some desert at the store, and I think you'd better shower. You're both a bit messy!" she said with a grin. "OK," I said, giving Debbie another quick kiss and sitting up on the edge of the table. "Who first?" "Why don't you shower together?" mom asked. "That way you won't have to wait and I can get dinner on the table." Was it really dinner time? Where had the afternoon gone? Oh! Right. "But mom, I don't want to shower with another girl. I'm not some kind of lesbo!" "Mind your manners, young lady. Just because you're going to be in the Program does not mean you are allowed to speak that way in this house. Your friend Debbie is not going to attack you just because you're naked in the shower together. Besides, you might learn something. Give it a try." Learn what? Well, there's no arguing with momma when her mind is made up. I took Debbie by the hand and we went upstairs to the bathroom. Soon the hot water had filled the room with steam and we stepped into the shower together. The water felt delightful on my naked skin. "Here," said Debbie, "you have cum on your tush. Let me wash it off for you." Now how did it get there of all places? I had no idea, but her hands felt nice rubbing my cheeks, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. "Hey, let me fix the shower head," I said, reaching up and switching from a gentle spray to a pulsing jet. Debbie looked astonished as it splashed against her lower belly, right at the top of her mound. "Wow, wow, wow... I like that! I have to get one of these for my shower!" "You mean you don't have one? How can you jill off?" "You mean play with myself? In the shower? I thought girls only did that in bed." "Well, I certainly do. But not just in bed. In the shower, in the girl's room, any place I can. But you have got to make your parents get you a massage jet for your shower. It's the best toy I ever had. Like, check this out." I twisted the shower head and the pulses became a steady, hard stream of warm water. I detached the hose and lowered the head down to the cleft between Debbie's pretty, long legs. "Ohhhhhh..." was her response as her eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned against the wall. This was fun! Debbie's knees slowly bucked and she sank to the shower floor, but I was relentless, keeping the stream aimed exactly where it would do the most good. Within seconds she began to moan loudly and I had the pleasure of watching her cum again. But this time I was the one making her cum. And I loved it. I kissed her as she came back down from her peak. Her hands went behind my back and slid straight down to my bottom. This time she wasn't so gentle, and I found out I didn't want her to be. We both embraced as the hose slipped out of my hand and snaked around the floor, sending a stream of hot, steamy water in every direction. Our legs scissored each other as our wet, hungry pussies came together, frantically bumping and rubbing our frenzied clits to compensate for the frustrating emptiness deep inside both of us. Oh yes, today was a day of discovery; discovery of pussy, discovery that I loved and longed for it just as much as I did cock, and the feeling I got from Debbie's Sapphic touch was just as delicious as everything my daddy and brother had been doing to me all during this endless, wonderful week. Debbie and I exploded with love, rapt in each other's legs. We were both still cumming when someone turned off the water. As I collapsed to the floor a soft arm caught me and embraced me. I turned my head to see momma hugging Debbie and me both tightly, her face buried in Debbie's chest and her dress soaked from the shower. I put my hand around her waist and hugged her back. We stayed there a long, lovely time, holding each other and gently caressing two naked bodies and one wet dress. "So, who was that you were calling a lesbo?" she asked. I started to giggle, but the look in her eye was too serious, too loving. "Every girl loves girls, Danielle. It's in our nature. It's just that some of us never get the chance to find that out. Come on, let's get you two dried off, and we can have a nice girl talk." She giggled like a teenager. She pulled me to my feet and wrapped a big warm towel around me. Then she did the same for Debbie. Finally she seemed to notice how wet she was and quickly dropped her dress to the floor, followed by her bra and panties, until she was as nude as the two of us, but without a towel of her own. "Danielle," I've been worried about you for almost a year, ever since you finished seventh grade. The happy little girl I knew was gone, and my beloved daughter didn't seem to know who she was any more. That's why I thought the Program might be just the thing to bring you around and make you see all the wonderful things you have to discover. And while you're discovering them I want my little girl back so I can teach her about those things." Momma was cuddling both of us now, and she was looking deep into Debbie's eyes just as often as mine. Her hands slid under our towels and began to caress the soft flesh of our bottoms, pushing our moist pussies against her thighs. I had to admit we still had a lot to learn. 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Author: Persephone Title: Natalie Triumphant Summary: Natalie's father turned her into a perfect Bimbo, but he neglected to ask her what she thought of the idea. God had other plans. Keywords: M+f, Bimboization, Ff Date: 10_10_2016 &#10145;&#65039;There is a better version of this story at The Horniest Place on Earth web site (hosted by ASSTR). It contains links to related material and illustrations that aren't in this version. Paste this URL into your browser to go there: &#128308;http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sephy/www/index.html&#128308; Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.&#10084;&#65039; The author does not advocate or participate in underage sexual activities. If you are offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot. If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race. This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences like pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever let anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When you are old enough to be ready, relish every minute. But right now, get outta here, kid! You trying to get me in trouble? ---- Natalie Triumphant by Persephone ...a sequel to Natural Wonders Office Encounters featuring the fate of young Natalie... "Ohhhh god man, your baby is something else! Jesus just look at that bitch go." "Call me a proud papa," the biker-looking man replied, "that's $100, bro." "Money well spent. Jesus she drained my cock fucking dry." Both men paused to admire a young girl, who was wearing the remains of a pink camisole. She was on her knees before six men, all of whom had massive erections and looks of hopeful appreciation. The fourteen year old blonde girl was unnaturally sexy, with a sculpted figure that would make Angelina Jolie jealous, platinum blonde hair, red, pouting lips and huge, 48D cup breasts. She glanced up at the man whose cock was in her mouth with a look of desire and adoration, and returned to sucking his cock in earnest. Moments later he climaxed, spraying her face with hot, sticky cum. The other men cheered as the girl licked her lips, wiped her face with her hands and licked her hands clean. She rubbed them over her nearly-nude body, smearing herself with his cum. She giggled as she teased her clit, leaning back briefly to let them see. Then she was on her knees again, working on the next man in line. "God DAMN she is perfect. Her look, her attitude, her...damn I don't even have the words, Harlan." "The word is bimbo, Bryce. My Natalie is the finest bimbo science can create." "Science, huh? Like fake tits?" "Well not fake, just enhanced. It's a process some company called Natural Wonders came up with. But more than the boobs, it's the attitude. She gets a regular treatment, shots that work on her mentally. They spike her sexual desire off the charts and drop her IQ a few points. Gorgeous, sexy, horny as fuck and stupid as a bag of hammers - swear to god she is every man's dream girl." Harlan Gorisaweitz admired his daughter as another man added his cum to the glazing that covered her face and body. She shimmied out of the cum-soaked camisole and danced a naked pirouette for the men's amusement, before resuming her task on the fifth cock in line. "Dude, when you bringing her out again? I gotta hit that again, oh my fucking god." Harlan pulled his phone out and checked his calendar. "Next weekend we got a bike rally out west, then Philly two weeks after that. Back down here at Atlanta Passion Play Resort ...August?" "Fuckin A, sign me up. I'll pay your fucking $100 right now. That is the finest piece of ass I have EVER seen. A young teenager, so fucking sweet.... And DAMN does she know how to suck a cock." The appreciative man paid his money and watched Natalie suck the last man's cock. Now soaked in several guy's cum, she stood up and walked somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom. Another girl coming out held the door open for her as they passed. "Hey, you alright?" she asked, "you don't look so good?" Natalie smiled an angelic smile at her, the kind of smile that melts hearts and stiffens cocks, innocent with a hint of forbidden desire. "Harlan, man, what you gonna do when she gets older? You know you can't keep this shit up forever." Harlan Gorisaweitz turned to see an older lady holding a beer. She had the look of a woman who had once been beautiful and was surviving on reputation. She was in her late 40's, nude, and carried herself with the poise of the battle-hardened prostitute. "What, Nina, she's fourteen, I started working with her when she was just twelve. I figure I got four, five more years I can sell her as a teen whore, then she's 'experienced'. I can milk this another twenty years, easy. She's my gravy ticket, that girl." "And you shouldn't lie about her surgery, Harlan. She doesn't get shots, you had her partially lobotomized. I remember when you had it done." "Yeah she gets shots. Initial surgery, then shots for the sex drive. And look at the result, Nina! You said so yourself, she's the single sexiest teenager you have ever seen." "And she is. But I'm thinking about when she's my age. Look at me, Harlan, I'm an old whore. I been turning tricks since I was fifteen, I know where she's going. But fuck, man, she won't have the ability to deal with - well fucking anything. She's cute and funny and sexy as fuck now, but when she's 45? 55? 70? You gonna keep helping her get through life?" "Fuck, Nina, you gotta live for the present, lady. She's making me so much damn money now, twenty years on we both gonna retire as millionaires, I'll pay someone to wet-nurse the bitch. File her taxes an feed her an shit." "I don't know, Harlan. Seems unethical as fuck, is all." "This from a woman who makes her living on her back." "At least I CHOSE this life. I was fifteen, old enough to know what I was doing. You never gave Natalie a choice." Nina turned and walked off, leaving Harlan with his thoughts and his daughter, who was throwing up cum in the bathroom. When she came out an hour later, she was completely naked, cleaned up, scrubbed and as fresh and perky as a spring morning. She giggled and threw her arms around Harlan's neck. "More sex, Daddy? More sex for me? Pretty Natalie?" She ran her fingers over Harlan's belt buckle with a wistful pout on her pretty lips. "Not now darling, Daddy's got business to do. Go play in the pool, okay?" Natalie shrieked with delight and dashed out to the resort pool. In minutes the naked teenager was splashing and laughing, without a care in the world. Dinners at the Resort were usually served buffet style for anyone present, and the dining room was clothing-optional. Harlan wore black leather biker chaps and nothing else, and Natalie wore a sheer, see through sundress that was split down the front. Other members of the resort wore suggestive clothes, bondage gear, or nothing. Harlan carried two plates through the buffet line while Natalie trotted at his side, occasionally stroking his semi-erect cock. He led her to a booth where she climbed up and sat on the table and spread her lovely legs. "Not now, baby, we have to eat. I made your plate, you like this." He showed his daughter her plate, and watched approvingly as she pulled her hot dog out of the bun and started to suck it. "Dude, she is just obsessed," another guest said, "When's her next session?" "Midnight, man. Midnight Bukkake, she'll fuck and suck anyone there. $250 a head. Wanna sign up? Remember, you get one session with her per visit." "Aww man, I don't got it. No discounts?" "Free if she picks you, otherwise $100 for blow jobs, $250 for fucking or anal. "Catch you guys next time, then." Natalie earned Harlan almost five thousand dollars that night, and the next morning she danced happily around the parking lot in a string bikini while he checked their RV and loaded his Harley onto the trailer. A mural across the side of the RV read, "Naughty Natalie, your teenage orgasmic wet dream - Public and Private shows" with a huge picture of fourteen year old Natalie almost wearing lingerie, the lettering tastefully obscuring her privates. Harlan finished his checks, and Natalie danced her way into the RV. "Time to go baby, buckle up," he said, helping his daughter with her seatbelt. One final check and they were off. Four hours later they stopped for gas and Natalie slipped into a loose, blousy sheer top that did absolutely nothing to conceal her boobs, and a gold miniskirt slit in the front that framed and highlighted her smooth, fuckable pussy. She clapped her hands happily and skipped into the gas station looking for the bathroom. Harlan finished pumping gas and went inside to retrieve his nymphomaniac goldmine, but an employee met him at the door. "Is she with you?" he asked, without any introduction, "we saw the truck... man, she just collapsed." Harlan found Natalie as she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes. "I fell, Daddy," she said in her sing-song voice. "She was heading for the bathroom, she just dropped, like dead. Fuckin' weird," the employee said, "She gonna be okay?" "Fainting spell," Harlan lied, "she'll be fine." He helped her to the bathroom, and Natalie acted as if nothing was wrong. Two weeks later, Natalie had the seizure. The country/metal band Open Carry Permit had paid a lot of money for the privilege of having the lead singer, Mike Porter, fuck her live onstage during a show. They were playing the song Trigger Finger, and Natalie was to pretend to be a fan who accidentally wanders onstage. She was wearing a band T shirt, split down the front and tied at the waist to accent her huge boobs, and a pair of tiny Daisy Duke shorts. She came out from behind a pillar and the camera immediately focussed on her, putting her image on the jumbotron. The singer had three minutes idle during the song's guitar solo, so he followed her around while removing his shirt and chaps. He grabbed her and ripped her shirt away, letting her boobs fall free. The audience went nuts. Now topless, she faced Mike with a look of adoration and lust on her face. She fell to her knees, reaching for his cock. The roar of the audience almost drowned out the music as the jumbotron showed her fourteen year old mouth eagerly accept his huge, stiff cock. She sucked him hungrily, eagerly, her tongue working its magic on his erection, and eightythousand cocks in the audience became equally erect. Mike spun her around and tore Natalie's shorts away, leaving her completely naked, her soaked pussy a five foot tall image of teenage sexuality on the giant screen. He stroked his cock, bent her over and prepared to thrust into her from behind. The band was soaring through the song, the crowd was ecstatic with lust and excitement, Mike was on top of the world, a rock and roll sex god about to fuck every man's fantasy girl, live on stage - and Natalie, right then, blacked out. She fell forward and roll onto her back, her eyes open but unseeing, her body a marionette with the strings cut. She began twitching violently as a severe seizure ripped through her. She lay on the stage spasming and twitching for almost four minutes. The band stopped, Mike stood there stupidly, and the crowd eventually caught on that this wasn't part of the act. Natalie was loaded onto a stretcher and paramedics rushed her to the emergency room. Three days later, multiple scans and tests and prayers revealed what should be impossible: Her brain was rebuilding itself. The partial lobotomy was closing. Surgeons and specialists from Duke, Johns Hopkins, and UC Berkeley flew in to see the impossible girl, whose brain was accomplishing a miracle, one cell and synapse at a time. She made headlines, the teenage sex icon turned medical poster child. Harlan Gorisaweitz soon realized he was at risk of losing his meal ticket, and was left with the difficult decision of trying to ride the trend and be supportive of her recovery, or take back his daughter, the girl he had crafted into the perfect sex toy. He played it safe and lay low while Natalie continued to make headlines. Four months after the rock concert fiasco, Natalie, the gorgeous teenage sex toy turned mental health poster girl, continued to make headlines. She was just the sort of thing that sexually liberal social media sites liked, a gorgeous young sexed-up teenager who won the heart of the nation with her sudden and unexpected vulnerablity. Opinions about her bimboization and partial lobotomy ranged from dismissive ("she makes her living on her back, why would she need to think?") to outraged ("no loving father should EVER do that to his little girl") to supportive ("if we turned more women into brainless bimbos we wouldn't have to listen to so much of their bitching"), but everyone followed the news of her miraculous recovery with interest. Harlan was quickly branded a menace and an unfit father who had pimped his daughter out for personal gain, and was forced to go into hiding. Natalie had been scheduled to appear on Ana Garcia, a midday social-interest talk show. Ana's publicists had followed Natalie's unfolding story with interest and were eager to get her on the show. On the day of the shoot, Natalie was ready to appear. Still in a wheelchair, still re-learning how to walk and talk and function. She was wearing a blue string bikini under a red gauze dress, her hair and makeup immaculate. Ana opened the show by talking about modern-day sex slavery and the exploitation of children, then went on to explain how teenagers as young as 13 have the right to choose a sexually active lifestyle. While she was talking, the screen behind her onstage showed teenagers in the Naked In School program, and some profile pages from SexTeens, a social media website where teens can post nude selfies and home-made porn, along with videos of young teenage girls pole-dancing. Her monologue ended with clips of Natalie naked, sucking multiple men off at a time, and coming nude out of the RV with Naughty Natalie painted across the side. "Until the concert featuring Open Carry Permit," Ana said in her soft Latino accent, "you might not have heard of Natalie..." she paused on the Polish last name "...Gora-shev-itz. But after this beautiful teenage girl became a poster child for brain injuries, there's no way you couldn't have. Please welcome, Natalie!" She stood up and joined the audience in applause as Natalie was brought out in her wheelchair. Many people in the audience gasped - not out of shock - but at her big blue eyes, angelic smile, incredible boobs and sculpted body; her porcelain-fine profile and long, blonde hair; Natalie was so incredibly beautiful it took some people by surprise. She waved politely to the audience, and reached up to receive a hug from Ana. Her caregiver wheeled Natalie next to Ana's seat on stage, and Ana made her trademark move of sitting down facing the camera in her black minidress and crossing her legs - was she or wasn't she? "Natalie, I understand you've gone through a lot in a very short time - what can you tell us about what you remember?" "Bef-f-fore, or a-after?" the young girl stammered, and half the hearts in the audience melted. "Start with before," Ana said kindly. "Daddy m-m-made m-me his ....b-b-bimbo," Natalie said, struggling with her words. "He had m-me get a lo-lo-lo..bot..oh..me to make me better at s-s-sex. Then aft, after th-that I w-w-w, was ha-happy all th-the time. He, he g-g-gave me shots to k-keep me healthy. H-he said I h-h-had a con, condition, I'd n-need the sh-sh-shots." Natalie was visibly struggling to speak, and a producer quickly put subtitles on the big screen at the back of the stage. "And you had a lot of sex?" Ana asked. Natalie smiled her bright, innocent-but-naughty smile that made every cock in the room wake up. "A-all the time. W-w-we'd go to places, I w-would see t-ten, fif, fifteen, twe-twenty guys l-lined up for m-me. I made th-them all h-h-happy!" She smiled again and relaxed in her wheelchair. "Did your Daddy ever, and please, think carefully, did he ever ask you what you wanted?" Natalie paused to think, her face a scowl of concentration. "I j-j-just al, always wanted to do w-w-what he said," she replied. "When w-we got m-my boobs d-done, I kn, knew I w-wanted big b-boobs b-b-because he t-t-told me I did." "Natalie, when people called you a bimbo, how did that make you feel?" "I l-l-love to be a bim, bimbo," Natalie stammered, "Daddy's fr-friends liked me and ev-ev-everyone tr, treated me real n, nice." "What do you remember of the accident, Natalie? Can you remember?" "I was going to f-fuck a singer, then I had, all the l-l-lights, l-loud m-music I got a r-r-real bad headache. Th-th-then I was in a hospital." "And I think everyone here is so glad you go there safely, Natalie." Ana stood and applauded her and the entire audience joined in raucous applause. "Now, when you got to the hospital and they did some tests, I don't think anyone realized at first the miracle that was taking place inside your head. It was soon apparent this was not a regular head trauma case, and Dr Philip Sebastian of Duke University Medical Center was flown in to supervise your recovery. Please welcome to the stage, Dr Philip Sebastian." Polite applause followed, as a grey-haired man in a white lab coat walked on stage. He immediately went to Natalie, who struggled to stand up to give him a hug. During thunderous applause, he took a seat next to her. "Dr Sebastian, what did you think when you first heard about our little miracle?" "Well the first thing I heard was that some hooker at a rock concert got a concussion and I thought, 'Why do they need me?' Then I met Natalie, and I fell in love, and at last I realized the significance of what was happening." "Can you explain - for those of us who are not brain surgeons - what was happening?" "Absolutely. The brain has many regions that control memory, motor function, emotions, and so on. The frontal lobe - do we have it on the big screen? yes? thank you. The frontal lobe here controls intellectual function, response, and behavior. The frontal lobe, or lobes, were still present in Natalie, but the neural connections between the lobes and the cortex was severed, probably by a scalpel or laser. This effect is usually permanent, and the patient remains in a comatose, vegetative or docile state, depending upon the severity of the procedure. Natalie here had received a relatively mild lobotomy, which reduced her IQ from an estimated 118 to about 75, and her intellectual response was equivalent to that of a six year old child. What we still don't understand, though, is why her brain, this little miracle girl, started to repair itself. I'm not a religious man, but this may make me believe in miracles." "Can you tell us where she is in her recovery process, Dr Sebastian?" "Well that's hard to say. As her condition improves, I expect her recovery rate to accelerate. Right now, she's - it's as if she had a stroke, but instead of causing damage, the neural short-circuit actually jump-started her brain. She has occasional difficulty with speech, and she is recovering motor function, but she's only fourteen. In five years, who knows where she will be?" "Thank you, Dr Sebastian. Now, you may be wondering, as I was, who would do something so barbaric to so pretty a little girl. Well, the answer might surprise you. It was her adoptive father. Please welcome, and let's be polite please - Mr Harlan Gorisaweitz. Did I say that right?" Harlan Gorisaweitz walked onstage in his biker leathers, with a bandana around his head. He was carrying a life-size model of Natalie in his arms, cradling it like a favorite child. The doll was wearing relatively conservative lingerie. Neither he nor Natalie looked at each other; he walked past her and sat on Ana's vacant side. The audience response was a mix of applause and boos. "Mr Gorisaweitz, thank you for joining us today. I know this ordeal has been taxing on you, as well." "I'll be honest, I'm just glad my little baby's alright." "Can you tell us, how you met Natalie?" "Twelve years ago," he said, settling the Natalie doll on the seat next to him, "My wife left me, taking our daughter with her. I was devastated. Now, I know I'm not an easy guy to be around, I gotta live by my own rules. I guess I'm not 'husband material'. But I knew how much I needed a baby girl in my life, I was definitely 'daddy material'. So I went to the adoption agency, and they had this just perfect little angel, pretty as you please, just waiting for me. "So I did the interviews and signed the papers and paid the money, and this little ray of sunshine came into my life." He paused and wiped a tear from his eye. "She was two years old, and the most perfect little angel you ever seen. Such a sweet smile... Well, as she grew up, you know how little girls get, and she knew she was so pretty. She was beginning to get an attitude. 'I'm pretty, I can make anyone do what I want.' She was eight, nine, and we had some fights. And she was just getting more and more beautiful. But we fight, you know, she can be so pretty, more you fight she ain't so much pretty anymore. You start to seeing the ugly in a person. Now 'bout the same time, Natalie's like 10. My friends, brothers of the road, we all got the same ideas. Natalie, she's so damn cute, they say, how much for a ride? At first I was like, man, fuck you, that's my baby girl! But they keep askin' and Natalie, man she's gettin' worse, that bitchin' and the attitude an' all. So one night, we been drinkin, she come downstairs in her little panties an' all, ain't got no top on, her little boobies out there like God intended, and damn, next thing ya know, four, five of us got our dicks out an' she's workin' em' like she was fuckin' born to it, man. Jesus she was good. Me an' Street Box an' Jelly, man we take our turns. My baby girl, she's eleven years old an' I'm fuckin' her like I'm in love with the bitch. So we notice, we give her dick, she's right as you please. She's all Please an' Thank You an' she's fuckin' knowin' her place. An' when she don't get no dick, the bitch comes out. So my buddy tells me, man, there's this surgery they been doin since before 'Nam, man, set your baby right. Quick cut, in an' out, she's pretty as you please. No more fightin, no more attitude, no shit, just I get my little baby back. So down to Tijuana, right, we's got the money, this back door doc, he does it and, fuckin' A, it's like night and day. My baby is so sweet, she knows who's the boss, ain't got no sass. An' the guys keep askin', hey man, how much to ride the bitch? So I say, fuck, a Benny for a blow, two fifty to be fuckin' her. I dunno, I figure it's too high. One weekend, man, we turn over four grand. Fuck me! So then here it is, we got a business. Guys callin' me to bring her to rallys an' shows an' shit, she's twelve and God Jesus so damn pretty. So we start makin' it a regular thing, yaknow? I'm buyin' her sexy clothes, she's lookin' so sweet, guys are fuckin' linin' up. She's suckin' an' fuckin' like a damn whore queen. So this guy, some doc, psych, he says hey, wanna turn it up a notch? Make her a real slut? She's sexy as fuck now, just wait. So we start givin' her these shots, like twice a week, an' BAM! Oh sweet fuckin' Christ, she's all sweet an' funny an' sexy an' I can't keep clothes ON the bitch. Real class A bimbo material. So then I hear about this bigger boobs deal, Natural Wonders. And I say baby, how big boobs you want? An she laughs an' goes Big Boobs, Big Boobs, Big Boobs, Daddy! So we get the biggest they got. So now last year, bout, we got the business an' the shots' an' the boobs an' the RV an we is just on top of the fuckin' world! So then she starts havin' headaches. Dizzy spells an' shit. Me, I'm thinkin' it's the half a gallon of jizz she's swallowin' every fuckin' night. So then this concert, I'm thinkin' we're goin' global. So she falls out an' I'm worried as fuck an' now she's a fuckin' poster child for mental health, an' here we fuckin' are." "Excuse me, sir," said Dr Sebastian through barely controlled contempt, "these shots you gave her, what where they?" "Clozet-something. Ended with an A." "Cloz...clozapine? Clozapine A? You gave a recovering lobotomy patient Clozapine A?! What the hell, why didn't you just scoop everything in front of the parietal and throw it in a goddam blender?!" The doctor stood up, knelt in front of Natalie, wrapped his arms around her and rocked her like a baby. A cameraman came in close with a microphone. "Oh god Natalie, I am so sorry. I knew there was a missing vector we couldn't isolate. Oh please god not clopazine. Not that." He looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead. "God, little miracle, why are you still alive? I love you so much." Tears were flowing down his cheeks, his voice was breaking. Natalie wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his cheek. "Y-you fixed me, Doctor Sebo. You f-f-fixed my head. It's all g-good now. I love you too." "Excuse me, Doctor?" Ana said, her own voice faltering, "Clopa...what is that? We aren't all brain surgeons here, you know." "Clopazine. So..." Dr Sebastian stood up and started pacing the stage. "I'm sorry, pacing helps me think. So, dopamine, you may have heard of it, dopamine is a modified amino acid - in the brain it has two functions - one, dopamine is to the brain what motor oil is to your car's engine. It helps everything run smoothly. The other is a reward-motivator. Basic primal brain function, do "a" if you want "b". It also excites the parabrachial nucleus. In layman's terms, it means she is perpetually horny. Now Clopazine, to be brutally honest, it's a dopamine inhibitor. It was developed to control psychotic episodes, it slows down the brain's neural transmission factor. But when administered to a patient who has ALREADY had a FUCKING LOBOTOMY it should be a death sentence. Slow brain death. They're oil and water, really. I know what your friend was thinking, it controls emotional response, lets the dopamine parabrachial response become a primary manifestation. That, is very tricky science that the average 'back door doc' shouldn't even be looking at. Oh, dear god." He stopped, turned and faced Harlan. "I have spent twelve weeks with this little girl, fixing - trying to fix - what you did, and by GOD I will die before I see her returned to your custody. Natalie, we are not finished, we still have a lot of work to do." Dr Sebastian sat down heavily, staring at nothing. "Mr Gorisaweitz," Ana said, "when we return from break, can you tell us why you have a doll of Natalie? We'll be back after these messages." She dropped her microphone and put her arms around Natalie. "God, girl," she whispered, "this is tearing my heart into pieces. How are you so strong?" "B-b-believe in h-h-here," Natalie whispered back, touching Ana's heart. "Everything starts h-here." Ana kissed her cheek and stood up, shaking. "Dave, gimme 15," she whispered into her collar, "I'm gonna need a minute." "Welcome back. I'm Ana Garcia, and we are learning about Natalie Gorisaweitz' miraculous recovery from a partial lobotomy and overmedication." She crossed the stage to sit next to Harlan, who had a lifesized model of Natalie next to him, dressed in lingerie. "You lived with Natalie longer than anyone. Can I ask you why you have this...model? Doll?" "Because, like you say, I lived with her longer than anyone. She gets under your skin. With her gone, I was going crazy... I needed a substitute." "This looks like, if I may be bold, a high-dollar sex doll. Am I right?" "Yes, these are plastic replicas of real people, made as...tributes. I had two made of Natalie, based on photographs. And I'm thinking of marketing them, because everybody's gonna want their own Natalie." There was a murmur from the crowd and camera three focused on her face as Natalie slowly, carefully turned to look at the image of her life size doll on the giant screen. She studied it a moment and then looked across the stage to the real doll her father was holding. With slow, deliberate movements she stood up from her wheelchair and walked, step by unsteady step, to the doll. She sat down next to it, the doll between her and her father, and held the doll in her arms. "H-h-hello Natalie," she said to the doll, "you look li-like shit." She examined the doll closely, checking the hairline and the eyes and the bust size and the nose. "That's because th-th-they pulled half y-y-your brain out and left you a stupid h-h-happy sex ro, robot." "B-b-but you couldn't co-complain because they a-a-also removed y-your ab-ability to s-say anything bad." "You o-o-only knew how to s-s-say things you th-thought people w-wanted to, to hear." "You didn't kn-kn-know how to s-say, 'No Daddy pl-please no, no more I f-f-feel sick i-i-inside.'" " 'Oh n-no Natalie'" she said, imitating a big booming voice, "'You h-h-have fi-fi-fifteen more g-guys to f-f-fuck.'" "No Daddy, I really h-h-hurt inside, I w-w-want to d-d-die." "B-b-but you c-couldn't say th-that be-because y-y-your head is so FULL OF DRUGS," Natalie started shouting at the doll, "THERE'S! NO! ROOM! FOR! BAD! THOUGHTS!" She accented each word with a fist, pounding the side of the doll's head. "You kn-kn-know what's h-h-happening t-to you, y-y-you're being turned into a sm-sm-smiling st-stupid s-sex robot, b-b-but you don't kn-know how to s-say No because he TOOK! THAT! AWAY! FROM! YOU!!!" Natalie was going from violent to calm in seconds, having a psychotic episode. She had the doll on the floor and she was straddling it. "P-p-poor pretty N-N-Natalie, with your hair a-a-and your m-mouth and why d-d-did you l-let it h-happen?" "B-bec-cause he never ASKED YOU if you WANTED! ANY! OF! IT! He NEVER! ASKED! YOU!" She was pounding the doll's face; the nylon shell cracked, an eye fell out. Tears were stinging her eyes, her hands were shaking. "Please Daddy, no m-more, it h-h-hurts, I th-th-think I'm dying ins-inside.." "'No,'" came the big booming voice, "'I just sold you to another tw-twenty guys. Start f-fuckin 'em!'" "Well hey there," she said, suddenly a charming little-girl sing-song voice, "I hope you're ready, who wants to fuck me first?" "Because w-w-we all know that ALL! YOU! ARE! IS! A! FUCKING! SEX! TOY!" Her face was a rictus mask of rage and fury, her eyes burning. With each word she was picking the doll up with both hands and slamming it onto the stage floor. The neck broke, a breast burst. An arm was hanging loose at an ugly angle. "You d-d-didn't w-want a daughter, you w-w-wanted a sex t-toy, Daddy. Why d-d-did you h-have to ru-ru-ruin me? Why, Daddy? You sh-sh-should have j-just bought a se-sex doll." She paused and looked at the ruined doll on the stage floor, then turned and acknowledged Harlan for the first time. "I broke your sex doll." Pause. "That's all. Natalie is now, a br-broken sex doll. I h-hope you're happy. And you can go the fuck to hell." She started to walk back to her chair, made it about six paces and collapsed, screaming, crying so hard she was convulsing, fists pounding the floor. Dr Sebastian, Ana and another woman rushed to her side and helped her back to her chair. "We'll be right back. Please, stay tuned." -- "Welcome back. We are learning a lot about Natalie and what she went through as a 'professional bimbo' when her adoptive father became her pimp and gave her a lobotomy and a cocktail of sexual hormone shots. If you were with us just before the break, you saw three of us, myself, Doctor Sebastian of Duke University, and another woman help Natalie back to her seat. I'd like to introduce that other woman now." She knelt before Natalie, whose eyes were still red and puffy from her emotional outburst. Someone had draped a towel across her shoulders and she was clutching it reflexively. "Natalie," Ana said softly, "when we helped you to your seat, did you see who was here?" "N-no? You and Doctor Sebo and...?" "And one other person, yes." Ana motioned and the other woman knelt with her, before Natalie. A cameraman moved to watch over the teenage girl's shoulder. "Natalie, this is Lynn Peterson." "Do you remember a lady named Lynn Peterson?" "N...no?" Natalie sounded very small and afraid. "Natalie," Lynn said slowly, her voice on the verge of breaking with each word. "Natalie, I... I'm your mother." Natalie stared at her for a moment, unblinking, unresponsive. Then a tear ran down her cheek. Another. With shaking hands she reached up and pulled Lynn's hand to her lips. Lynn waited, tears glistening on her own cheeks. "M-m-mommy?" "Yes baby, I'm here." "D-d-d....didn't y-y-you lo, love me?" Ana wiped her eyes and studied Lynn's face as she answered. "Baby, I was in a bad place in my life. I didn't have a good place to live, no money, I... I wanted you but I knew you de-deserved better than what I could give you. I gave you up for adoption, I hoped someone would give you a better life....ohh baby I am sorry!" She paused and turned to Ana. "When I saw the news articles about the girl at the concert, and the miracle girl, and... I knew it was my Natalie. I called Duke, Philip and I chatted... she was still in a coma... then your producers were putting this show together...." Lynn paused, collecting her thoughts. "Natalie, I want to adopt you back. I'm in a better place now, we can do this." A camera turned to Harlan, who was listening with an expressionless face. He held the Natalie doll's broken head in one hand. He blinked and stood up. "Look, I'm no idiot. This bitch could be anyone. Natalie's mother? Prove it. You ain't got no rights anyway, the girl is mine, square an' legal." "Mr Gorisaweitz, please look at the screen," Ana said. The screen displayed Natalie's birth certificate and original adoption papers signed by Lynn Peterson, along with Lynn's driver's license. "So?" he said, even though he knew he'd already lost. "Baby's mine," he mumbled. "Natalie was your adopted daughter, sir." Dr Sebastian replied, "Well, at this moment I suppose she legally still is. But show these documents and a transcript of this program to any court in the country, they'll take her away as fast as you can blink." "I done nothing illegal!" Harlan protested. "To an extent, you're right," Ana said, "Teenage prostitution is not illegal. Teenage nudity and sexuality are not illegal. My daughter Selene is 15, she loves stripping nude and being photographed having sex in public places. Because she wants to do it. It's her decision, and I encourage it. There are dozens of websites devoted to teenage porn, girls as young as twelve post nude selfies. Bimboism is not illegal. But! Forced surgery resulting in brain damage? Dispensing controlled substances without a prescription? Denying another person the right to choose their own fate? Those, oh my god. Mr Gorisaweitz, that's a line you crossed two years ago." She paused and took a deep breath. "There is an easier way to resolve this." she said, "Natalie, who do you want to go home with?" The fourteen year old beauty climbed into Lynn's lap and held on like her life depended on it, and the audience broke into wild applause. "Our lawyers will initiate the adoption revocation today," Ana said, "and the Ana Garcia Show will cover the legal fees." "Little baby," Lynn said, her voice breaking, "you're coming home." Epilogue One - One year later "Mom! Over here, look!" Natalie waded naked through the hip-deep, clear Caribbean water, a bag of seashells in one hand, "look at this one!" She reached into the clear water and help up a bright pink conch shell larger than her hand. "Little bird, it's beautiful!" Lynn replied. Sunlight glinted off their nude, wet bodies as mother and daughter embraced and kissed as lovers. "Come back to the beach house, I've got something to show you," Lynn said breathlessly when they separated. They ran up the beach hand in hand, Natalie's big boobs swaying as they ran, and collapsed onto the beach house patio laughing like children. Lynn rolled her daughter into a hug and kissed her again, admiring her face in the sunlight. "God, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Everybody loves you." "I get used to it," Natalie replied cooly. "So watcha got?" She slipped her arm around her mother's body and kissed her shoulder. "We got the cash settlement from - from him. Open it." Natalie tore the envelope open, read the cover letter and handed it to Lynn. "Natalie Peterson," she said, her voice shaking, "we're millionaires!" She took Natalie into her arms and kissed her softly, leading her to the bedroom. Epilogue Two - Fourteen Years Later 'Lobotomy Reversal and Cerebral Rehabilitation: A Personal Journey' presented by Natalie Peterson, PhD. The doctor in the white lab coat was blonde, big breasted, with bright blue eyes and a breathtakingly gorgeous figure. She smiled easily and brightened any room just by being in it. She walked casually to the podium and faced the inevitable forest of cameras and microphones. Everyone liked Dr Peterson, for her charm, her intellect, or her quiet sexuality. "Fourteen years ago - half my life - I was a 'professional bimbo'. I was my adoptive father's high-dollar sex toy. I'd received a partial lobotomy to keep me docile and sexed up. Due to a miraculous series of events, my brain began the process of autonomic rehabilitation. I want to tell you before I begin, bimboism is not a crime. Some people who need relief from a stressful situation, find great benefit in three or four hours of simple sexual escapade. But forcing another person to submit to a year, a decade, a lifetime, of such experience, therein lies the crime - and the subject of my talk today. 'Female Cerebral Mutilation' has become the buzzword for experimental cranial surgeries that land women in situations with low or lowered IQ, for the sole benefit of someone else's pleasure. When the frontal lobe synaptic circuits are severed from the parietal lobe, the results are usually both traumatic and permanent. But my research has shown that many women in these situations can be saved - FCM no longer has to be a death sentence......" &#10145;&#65039;There is a better version of this story at The Horniest Place on Earth web site (hosted by ASSTR). 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>Now rigged poker isn't actually very easy to set up >For a hand or two sure, but not five hands. >You have to know how many players you're going to have, and they all have to know how many cards are in-between hands and make sure everyone takes exactly that many cards. >This was something they had all been planning while i was in the bathroom with raven. >Comical really, that this is what they were doing while we were trying to kill one another. >From what i could assume the main plan belonged to Birthday. >She was most likely supposed to be dealing the cards, until i shamed her and handed the deck to Glasses. >Little-miss-clever was feeding me the rigged hands instead of whoever was supposed to get them. >Awesome >But birthday had tried to exclude Raven from the game. >Which meant they were probably planning to exclude her anyway because we weren't getting along. >Not awesome. >This is probably why everyone was barely taking any cards either, Glasses was dealing the hit-pile to raven to fill in the last player. >Glasses was also emptying the hit-pile herself every turn raven didn't, to keep the hands going to me. >The other girls were just letting it happen. >I actually don't know why they didn't stop it, scared of getting caught i guess >This was a joint-ops tactical plan that had gone very very wrong for them. >I glare around the circle, they think i'm contemplating who to dare. >"HOMELY, BLONDIE, BIRTHDAY, GLASSES" >I pronounce each name as a shout, each of them jump when i start yelling. >I git em to stand up >there be a reckoning a brewin , they could feel it in their bones. >Thems ladies git off their feet like ol heller at dinner time. >lil shaky, but they get there. >Now listen up lassies >I tell em there be cheatin' involved here >dontcha know >each of em looked sadder than a man lost his bottle if you know what i mean >eyes to the floor lower than a beggin fool >The blonde one denied it like a kid caught chasen the neighbor's chickens into the trees >The just-turned 15 lass got angrier than that howlin storm took down that tree up on potter's hill last fall. >The last two were silent, like a pair caught rompin in the hay bales top the stables. >Till the one with glasses broke the silence and distanced herself from the deed. >Twas a sight to behold for sure >Four sorry ass lasses ready about do anythin' to get in my good graces again. >I admit mad as i may seem, they sure were a kind view for these poor eyes. >Now i've really got no clue what i was planning to do here >I wasn't actually angry they tried to rig the deck. >I imagined they wanted to take advantage of me somehow. >As much as i should have known better, my teenage mind kept jumping to the most dirty conclusions to getting forced to complete dares, so i imagined it wouldn't have been too bad. >I was curious, but that reality had not come to pass >No; what i was angry about was the fact that they had seemingly planned to exclude raven out of the game. >This was really starting to be the point where the girls were acting really scummy towards one another >I don't know if it was competition or what, but it was noticeable. >Raven was standing behind me as well, surprised and confused at my yelling >So i unload the crushing news >She drops her confusion on the floor >She's furious >She'd just taken a ton of flack from birthday and homely >And they were just planning on backstabbing her anyway >I'm telling you man, this was getting gritty >Raven didn't even let me met-out punishment, she just took it right up >"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS" >Guilt, the most painful of punishments >"You tried to EXCLUDE ME, your FRIEND, from the poker game because you're JEALOUS?" >She punctuated jealous by grabbing onto my arm >I don't think that helped anything >As much as she sounded angry, i felt like it was more of her gloriously good acting. >She had a plan >Blondie tries to interrupt "We were going to get you after a couple of han- >"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT RIGHT!" >The other girls are staring at the floor shamefully >Raven laying the WWE smackdown on them. >She continues mashing them into the floor with some flying leap slams. >Gets em nice and softened up for the finisher >She obviously had some kind of plan she wanted to enact >Something devious >She goes on to tell them that if the cheat hadn't been discovered, they would have won at least 5-6 unfair dares against each of us unchallenged >Oh, i see this train of logic >"So... we both get 4 dares, one against each of you. That we can use whenever we want tonight" >I love it >Yeyesyesyesyes >I can envision in my head all the things i'd love to dare the girls to do >I don't even have to do it when other girls are around so it can be ANYTHING, muahahaha. >My inner pervert is gloating if you couldn't tell >The girls don't like this at all >There's some serious backtalk going on >But the uprising is quickly quelled by Queen raven and her iron fist of guilt >This is followed by mumbled apologies from Blondie, Homely and Glasses, and silent indignance from Birthday. >I figured this was as good as it was going to get, i was completely ready to sit down and reshuffle the deck and continue poker. >But raven wasn't finished yet >Bless her vengeful heart. >"If you all want to prove you're sorry, you should take the dares that were already given to you." >Ohmanraven >She seems to be completely on my team tonight >But i don't understand why she's doing it >Raven is not a jealousy-free female >I think she's got a bigger plan >Cautiously optimistic towards the future... >I look towards the girls >They all seem to be contemplating if they want to make amends by removing articles of clothing >It strikes me as a sleazy guilt-induced way to undress them >But i mean i was a teenage male. >Birthday never said sorry to raven, but it looks like she's feeling the guiltiest because she wraps her arms around her waist and discards her shirt first. >Her gold Bra was actually kinda metallic, duly reflecting the candle light. >Blondie goes next, her Blue bra visible to my prying eyes once more. >Then Glasses and Homely just shake heads and sit down. >Spoilsports >I snatch the deck up from Glasses' lap and thoroughly shuffle the cards >Then hand the deck to Raven, she splits it and starts to deal. >"Wait, you still didn't use your dare yet" >Its homely >"Yeah i was saving them for later" - Respond real quick with this >God homely you're so stupid > why would i use 4 random dares right now. gotta plan for the future man. >"No.. you won the last hand, you have one more dare" >Oh that's right >Even if it was a cheated hand i still had a dare left >T...thanks homely >I think for a second about what i want to use it on >As is the case with Dares, I think about all the super perverted stuff first >Then you tone it back into the really perverted >Further back into just perverted >And then all the way back to lewd-but-they-might-be-ok-with-it >I settle on what i want and turn to face raven >"Raven, i dare you to take off your shirt" >There we go, the entire room should be even now >"I hold it" >WHAT >Everyone breaks out into laughter at this >Its seemingly funny now >In retrospect i probably had a hilarious face on >I was not expecting raven to refuse >She's beaten me again >I just sink back into my seated position and she resumes to deal with a smirk on her face. >The first couple of rounds are actually quite boring >Blondie dares Birthday into telling us the truth about the boy she had visited over the summer. >It was a cute story, but nothing that interesting >Homely wins a round and negates her carried dare but doesn't get to do anything herself. >Raven wins a round and does the same. >The next interesting winner is birthday >She's got a scowl on her face so it's pretty obvious she's angry about something, but it changes to an evil, evil smile when she wins. >That kind of smile the big-bad mastermind has on when he's explaining his evil plan to his henchmen >Right before he kills one to prove how serious he is. >She turns to Glasses >Ohh, shit she's angry that glasses didn't deal her cards. >"I dare you to make out with homely for 30 seconds." >Hahahaha >Birthday that's cold >Homely gives a complete look of disgust at birthday and then glasses. >It screams "Why the fuck me?" >I guess homely was just cannon fodder in this case >but she was in direct competition with birthday earlier in the sleepover >Take down two rivals in one dare >Glasses is amazing though >isn't batting an eye >She goes from a flat smile to a beaming grin >Then she just drops her arms to her waist and lifts her shirt up and over her head and she joins the other two shirtless females. >Oh yeah, she was still holding onto that. >Clever girl. >Homely has the teeny-tiniest bit of disappointment on her face >Or i'm imagining she does >Obviously my suppressed desires to see various women at the sleepover with one another. >We all have those right? >The next couple of hands are uneventful again >Glasses burns off her held-dare with a win. >Blondie Dares my shirt off >And i'm not a dick so i don't hold it. >Goodbye green t-shirt >Raven is the next winner again, her first dare >She turns to me >"I dare you to pick and hug ONLY three girls in this room" >Oh fuck she added an Only >no escape >I don't understand her evil plans one bit >I announce my decision making process >my brilliant deduction of female value >"I'm gonna hug the girls who aren't wearing shirts" >Instant sad face from Raven, the fire and smile in her eyes has vanished. >She probably thought it was some clever way of ranking the top 3 girls in the room. >But she wasn't in the top three because she wasn't shirtless, which i'm sure brought back insecurity issues. >I can't contemplate it too long though before someone speaks up >"Well actually it's pretty hot in here i'm going to just take th- >Homely is stopped in her tracks by the glaring lasers of every other girl in the room >She kinda sadly drops her arms to her side dejectedly >Serves her right. >Blondie gets a leaping cuddle-hug from me first >Complete with a little bit of back grope/tickling and plenty of my chest against hers. >She's cute and fun to hug, it's a shame i have to pull knives out of my back every time i try. >Next up is Glasses >She's soft and romantic as i throw my arms around her >She's also much warmer skin-wise than blondie, like a searing forestfire of skin. >She even giggles as i bring my hands around her lower spine >She's the romantic cuddly one i'm thinking as i pull away. >Lastly is Birthday, its more of a flying leap for her >She ends up on the ground and i end up hugging and giggling above her >She's not just letting me hug her though, she's got her hands all over me >Even a cup or two of my crotch in the tickle fight that ensues from our roaming hands. >I eventually pull back with twice as many boners as i started with >Birthday... she's definitely the most "Hands on" in many ways. >Dare completed >We resume playing >The next winner is Blondie >She pretends to contemplate a dare for about 20 seconds >Then she just blurts out towards me >"I Dare you to kiss the girl in the room you like the most" >Everyone's silent >what the fuck blondie >Homely already dared me to do this earlier today >You didn't even say "ONLY" like raven did to make sure i couldn't worm out of it. >You're not even trying... unless >Oh >"You just want me to kiss you again huh?" >She goes bright red when i say these words >She's been caught >She even tries to go tsundere and save face >"Why would i ever want to kiss YOU?" >I'm not buying it >But the tsundere was cute >She was also beyond awful at it, come on that wasn't even an excuse >I think might have actually pulled it as a direct quote from some anime. >"Just change your dare to ask me to kiss you" >I don't mix words, if she wants a kiss she wants a kiss >All the eyes in the room are on Blondie >She mumbles something >She's not sitting close to me so i can't hear >But homely makes a scene out of it with >"WHAT'S THAT? " and a "REPEAT IT LOUDER!" >Typical homely really >Blondie gets the hint though and blurts out >"I want you to kiss me like you love me." >Whoah >L word dropped >Whole room is silent now >You don't drop the L word anons >Not in a situation like this >It's suicide >The girls are too surprised to even be jealous >Homely wasn't as-surprised though >She was making a scene because she heard full well what blondie had said the first time. >She just wanted to start the teasing first >"Woww, you lovveee him?" >She's trying to incite a make-fun-of-blondie situation. >If you've ever been in that kind of situation anons >There is no escape >If a single other girl had started teasing blondie she would have been trapped in an endless loop of shame >It would all be over for the poor girl >But they didn't, they were quiet >Long enough for her to stammer back >"N...no, i just wanted to know what it feels like..." >She's practically melted into a red puddle in the floor with how profusely she's blushing >"He's the only person i've ever kissed before..." >Awww blondie >you didn't tell me that >I didn't know that the first time you tried to kill me was your first kiss as well. >That's almost romantic in two ways >I think we have a real connection here. >There are sweet "Aweeess" across the room. >Blondie melting even girl's hearts now. >So cutee >I don't have any choice, or any objections really >I start to move forward before i find a hand on my own stopping me >Its raven >I look back at her face and she gives me a "You don't want to do that face" >W... no raven >Don't do this to me >You're going to break blondie's heart >Raven tells the group "One second" and drags me off >I don't have a choice but to follow >I get dragged to the small bathroom >The door is closed and locked >Raven turns towards me and my look of "What the fuck" >Seriously raven you better have a damn good reason for bringing me here >"You taste awful" >W... what >She hands me a toothbrush >Oh... >OH >Right >I grab the same toothpaste and toothbrush i had used with blondie earlier and begin brushing. >Took a good minute, made sure everything was clean and fresh >Did two or three rinses with water, to take the edge off the taste of the toothpaste too. >"All good" >I say with a grin >"Thank for the save rave- >"Not yet" >Raven pulls me close and kisses me >It's not a long kiss >Just enough for her to get a tongue in my mouth and a good taste >She pulls away, leaving me hanging there with my mouth open >"Cinnamon, perfect it's her favorite flavor" >"Go give her a kiss to remember" >She says this as she's shoving me out the door. >I'm re-entering the room with a giant problem though >I don't know how to kiss someone like i love them >frankly as far as i could tell, i'm not really sure i had loved anyone yet >Or i didn't know how to tell i had loved someone >Even though raven had told me she loved me, i didn't really know how to say the same words back >[spoiler]You don't really know what love is until you've really experienced heartbreak[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Then you know what you've lost.[/spoiler] >That wasn't me yet though >All i knew about love was from media, Television, anime, video games. >Frankly it looked like pretty sappy romantic stuff, sweep the girl off her feet, tenderly hold her heart in your hands, ect. >I could do sappy >I guess i had just kissed her like a teenage boy before. >I figure i could give her a mature kiss, that can't be that hard right. >I keep saying that... >I've got everyone's eyes on me >I think raven is getting some glares too for stealing me away temporarily >No questions though >Phew >I figure if i'm going to be on display, i might as well put on a show >This means i strut my stuff right to the middle of the poker circle. >I'm sure i didn't look nearly as cool as i pretended i looked. >Now for the part that didn't work before when i had blondie alone in the bathroom >I extend my hand, palm outstretched towards the sitting Blonde girl at my feet. >Please take it this time please take it this time please take it this time. >She places her hand softly in mine >Instead of me hauling her to her feet however, she simply unfolds her legs and stands along with me. >That's good because hauling her to her feet wouldn't be very lovey-dovey >I lead her back three steps to the middle of the circle again >She follows, hand still in hand. >She looks absolutely stunning in the candlelight >A smile, small but a smile nonetheless accompanies her face as she gazes into my eyes. >Her eyes are shining softly, as if they're lit from within with a sense of hope. >I'm still holding her right hand in mine, so i grasp out with my left and grasp her left too. >With a little bit of force i lift her hands up and twist my wrists around so that my palms face hers >We're standing as if we're mirrored reflections of one another, palms flat and placed against the other's like a solid wall. >Until i bend my fingers into the gaps between hers >We're now holding both hands. >I have the silly idea that i might be able to pull her closer to me by just pulling on her hands >That doesn't work >It would if she was stiffened up and holding the tension in her arms >But she's not, i've got full wrist control. >I pull and only her arms follow >I guess that's good if she was mugging me for crack or something. >So the result of me trying to get her close enough to kiss is really just going to be me pulling my arms back as far as i can until she runs out of arms >Which wouldn't work at all. >It would look awkward as fuck >So i do the smart thing >I step closer >I lean forward >And then i pull out my gun >Our lips make contact >Little bit of a shock actually >Might be wearing socks on a rug kind of shock >But if you remember we're both barefoot >Our arms are still outstretched but holding hands, palms facing one another >She's got her eyes closed >I don't even try to force her lips open at first >I concentrate on our hands, i lower and pull them in on either side until we've got them between us , still facing the same directions they started. >Appropriate romantic hand-holding posture accomplished >Stage 2 rockets deploy >Activate tongue >Uh oh >She actually hasn't opened her lips >I think she got kinda lost in the moment >That or she didn't realize real lovers kiss with mouths open >They really don't in... any media >Ever >[spoiler] why not ): [/spoiler] >That's all she knew though, so that's all she's going to give unless i somehow get her to realize otherwise >Gotta fix that without alerting any of the other girls >I think i have a plan >I pull away from the kiss. >She can see all of my face now, as i can see all of hers >I squeeze her hands as i'm holding them. >She copies me >I beam a bright huge face-covering smile at her >She copies me >I stick my tongue out at her >She copies me >Good ol playful blondie, always predictable >I'm kissing her again before she can pull it back >I manage to touch her tongue with mine as its trapped between our lips. >She gets the hint. >We play tongue games here, outside the teeth. >It's different than a teenager frenching >It's reserved, secretive tongue play. >The kind you could do in public and nobody would really notice >The kind you do with your mouth almost closed. >We continue like that for an endless minute before i decide it's finally enough and pull away >I hadn't even realized until then how closely she was pressing up against me, or how she was arching her heels to kiss me harder. >Cute is an understatement >I come back to the world of reality when i realize there's a group of hooting applauding girls surrounding us. >Oh right i was being watched >And judged >Probably scored >Russian judge probably giving me 10s, everyone else 3s and 4s. >It was an embarrassing break-away from a kiss i'll tell you that >All the girls weren't making fun of us though, absolute support all the way. >Something like that isn't a make-fun-of moment >Every girl around that circle was imagining themselves in the same place >Its the hearthrob romantic moment that every girl wants >Even though it really wasn't that impressive. >The kiss itself was lovely, and blondie had a mixture of the color beet red, and happiness plastered all over her face. >I wish i had a camera >Perfect blackmail material >The poker game is still what we were playing though >No matter how great that kiss was, i couldn't just pick up blondie and carry her away. >I look at the clock >10:05 >Not bad, time might be elapsing >We might make it through this blackout in one piece >I keep saying that... >Raven deals the next hand >I get awesome cards >Pretty sure my poker face is awful >Can't stop smiling after kissing blondie >Doesn't matter >I win >Fucking finally >I look around the room trying to decide who i'm going to met my punishment on >Someone who hasn't been having any fun yet >Glasses Sammich break, 15-20 minutes anons. >Alright i turn to face her >"Glasses, i dare you to..." >I sneak up close to her and whisper in her ear >It's more fun if the other girls don't know what i'm daring her to do >She gets a really surprised look on her face >Then she gives me the "I'm not doing that face" >Then i give her the "Come on it would be great" face >This goes back and forth a bit until i use my face to point out that it would be pretty hot. >Her face agrees >So it's settled then >I return to my seat >Glasses sets her eyes on raven >Raven see's the way glasses is looking at her >Like bedroom eyes, but from a hungry bear. >I get the "Oh god what did you do" face from raven. >I give her the "Just wait" face >Glasses drops to her hands and knees and starts a very slow crawl towards us. >Really really slow >Like turtle speed >Too slow because raven panics and tries to escape. >I'm not having it though, i grab her leg and she kinda flops over on her back instead of escaping. >I don't plan on letting go either >Glasses takes her sweet time, but eventually she's over in the vicinity of the squirming girl i'm holding onto the leg of >I really doubt raven is scared, but she knows.... >She knows... >Glasses stops the slow-crawl schtick and actually kicks herself into a proper speed >In a couple well placed hand movements she's now holding herself above raven's legs and has her head about around her stomach level. >Then she growls >It's cute, it's not a real growl its a fake tiger "Rawr" but it's adorable. >Raven just stops struggling and lets out a sigh of relief. >she thinks that was what was coming to her. >I didn't even tell glasses to do that bit. >Glasses knows what she's gotta do though though, in a flash she's got raven's arms pinned down and i've got both her legs. >Got her trapped. >Glasses gives another "Rawr" >I swear those make it like 20x better than it was in my head. >She opens her mouth again but this time it's not a rawr >She kinda shifts backwards and leans towards raven's stomach >Raven can't get away >She's trying but she can't >Glasses grabs the hem of raven's shirt in her teeth >Starts pulling it upwards >I have an absolutely perfect view from where i'm holding her legs >I watch as she slowly but surely works the hem of the shirt higher and higher >It gets to about halfway up the top of the stomach before she loses grip of it in her teeth. >Instead of going back to it, she goes to where she started >places her tongue right where the hem of the shirt initially was.. >and takes a long lick up past the bellybutton to where the hem was now >I definitely didn't tell her to do that. >Raven is giggling and laughing >Ever licked someone's stomach anon? >It doesn't need a spoiler: they laugh. >[spoiler]or they say eww, that happens sometimes ): [/spoiler] >But even with the laughter we have her pinned down >She can't do anything as Glasses works the shirt higher and higher, to the bottom curve of her breasts >Then she stops >Changes position >Places her teeth on the left side of the shirt and pulls only that part of the hem up >Raven's left breast is the first one to be uncovered >The hem is raised just enough to sit above the beginning curve before Glasses repositions again >Right side now >The process repeats >Raven has completely stopped squirming and complaining now >I barely noticed >I was busy enjoying a bottom-up view of one girl undressing the other with her teeth >Outstanding front row seats >Glasses has both breasts exposed now >I'm hoping she'll lick or suck one of them >Hoping >Hoping... >She doesn't >Damn >Instead she continues raising the hem of the shirt until its scrunched up against raven's chin >Now's the hard part >I don't really know how this is going to go down, but it can't go down well >Actually i was wrong >Glasses just lets go of her arms and says "Raise your hands" in a whisper >Quiet enough that i doubt anyone else in the room could hear it but me. >Raven just silently complies, her hands above her head >She seems to be enjoying it >Or scheming >Glasses doesn't realize the trap she's fallen into >But she nips the hem and lifts it over raven's chin and across her face until its all the way over her head >Thier lips were inches away from one another. >The entire time i was thinking "Now Kiss" >If i had psychic mind control powers, that would be the moment they manifested in my childhood. >But it just wouldn't happen >Plus the shirt was bunched up all on her arms and Glasses had to sort that out with more teething and pulling. >Which took quite a bit of time >There was the usual assortment of sexy-skin contact during this. >Glasses' bra against raven's stomach and chest. >A tummy touch or two... >It wasn't until she had the entire shirt fully over the head that raven's plan became clear >She was just biding her time >Waiting >Until Glasses had the shirt up past her elbows >And raven leaned upwards and forwards at the exposed stomach before her. >RASPBERRY >The girls fell into a giggling and laughing pile >I had long released raven's legs so they kinda twirled and attacked one another with a couple fits of tickles. >Nothing is as fun as watching two attractive girls tickle wrestle one another >But like all good things, it had to come to an end. >Eventually raven got up and glasses followed her. >They're smiling >I'm smiling >They look down >I realize they're both staring at the jeans i'm wearing >The jeans that are doing nothing to hide the two individual boner's i'm sprouting >Like suns on tatooine, both shining brightly against the denim sky. I'm going to assume 4chan isnt going to be down for long and ill write a tad more, but i can't promise ill start posting again. >The girls don't seem to be angry or embarrassed though >They just smile wider and devolve into giggling again >Boners are usually Ok if the girls know they were being really sexy. >The dare has been completed, raven is once again topless along with me. >Her green T-Shirt on the floor along with mine. >Couple problems though >One, i had just proven the dares could be secret >Two, i just set the precedent to allow one girl to undress another, or me, or them >Three, blondie had technically shown you could dare someone else to do something to you. >These were game changers in waggle room >You could pretty much ask anyone do anything and it would happen if you were clever enough >That's dangerous >Raven deals another hand >I get awful cards >Homely wins >That dangerous thing i was talking about? >That's Homely >Every time she gets a dare, i lose >She had me in her sights this time >I could feel it >She gets ready to speak >"Birthday, i dare you to make out with Glasses for a full minute" >w... what >Oh its revenge for trying to fuck with her earlier >Sweet sweet revenge >I guess i'm not involved >Birthday just says she'll hold it. >I guess she's not involved either >Cards are dealt again >Homely wins >Oh shit >"Birthday... >"I dare you to go back to your room and go to sleep for the rest of the evening" >Homely's words are dripping with vengeance >Fuck >Thats harsh >Make out with glasses (the current mortal enemy of birthday), or go to bed. >I stop them both though >I point out that we didn't have any kind of limits on dares in place, and that making a dare that lasts more than a minute or two is kinda cruel >Blondie adds her own opinion into the mix, that we should have a dare committee or something. >If you think a dare is really too over the top you can ask everyone and they'll overturn it if the majority thinks it goes too far. >You always hope you don't have to police games of truth or dare, but someone will intentionally abuse it every time if you dont. >Homely crossed the line and we revoke the dare and tell her to retry something else >She's not phased at all though >She's a natural at screwing people into doing things it seems. >"Alright, I dare Birthday to Kiss Blondie for 2 minutes" >lol >fucking relentless >First of all she was trying to punish blondie too now because she revoked the first dare >I find that funny >Blondie doesn't find this funny however >There's another objection >"That's the same dare, or too close to the last one" >Blondie is kinda right, you can't really allow that or else the holding pile is pointless >Otherwise you can just dare them to do the same thing twice with different phrasing >Dare #2 denied from Homely >She's still got backups it seems >This one gives her a huge grin >I already don't like it >"I Dare birthday to give Storybro her panties" >I lied, i love it >Birthday's wearing a skirt >Step that game up to the max. >Birthday initially looks worried >That's definitely a dare meant to try to scare her into kissing glasses. >But then she warms up to the idea >Seriously she turns that frown upside down. >"Sure thing! Storybro come here" >Oh man >What >Is kissing Glasses really that bad >I guess so >I liked kissing glasses though >I'm going to have to re-evaluate my kissing metrics >Score em on a curve, remove points when other women don't want to kiss them. >I get up, walk over to birthday's seat across the circle and kneel down again >Instead of her getting up or moving, she's still sitting with her knees folded underneath her. >Unless you want me to black magic those panties off you, you better move your ass. >Instead she beckons for me to get closer >Fine, what do you want. >She whispers in my ear >"They're still in the laundry room, white basket" >Ohh man i know the pair, alright fine >I get up and walk away from the circle to the confusion of everyone >I get to the laundry room >Tad bit of rummaging through wet clothes, towels and various other garments we've discarded over the 2 days. >I find the panties i took off her earlier, still as unclean as i left them, albeit dried. >I scrunch em into a ball in my fist and return to the group of girls >I'm met with looks of confusion >I just hold my fist high in the air, bring one hand to it and magically procure panties. >Fuckin magic tricks man >Nobody was that impressed with the magic trick >But they were impressed with the panties >Homely wasn't, she was irked >"I meant the ones you were wearing!" >Birthday just nods >"Yeah i was wearing those earlier" >Hahahaha >These girls are boundless entertainment i keep thinking to myself before sitting down and preparing for another round. >Folding up the underwear and pocketing it. >Wait a second >What did she mean "STILL" >WHAT DID SHE MEAN "WAS"

>The cabinet that had been blocking the door was being moved >Ohnoohshitohnoohshit >If you had forgotten, i was lying naked in a pitch black bathroom, in the bathtub, with my penis very much still inside of my childhood friend >and 3/4 of the girls that could be outside that door would probably kill me if they found out. >Our clothes were somewhere on the dark floor, in soaking puddles of water and probably chunks of vomit >We had just emptied the tub, so there was no way to wash them without alerting the girls. >There were no towels in the bathroom, nothing to cover ourselves with. >There was no light, so finding an escape route would be impossible. >I really doubt you forgot though >I was fucked in every literal, figurative and some neo-nonclassical instances of speech. >Well i would have been completely fucked, if i hadn't been holding in my arms one of the most brilliant girls i'd ever met. >We hear the grunts and stomps of the girls outside. >In my panicked mind it sounded like an army of angry rhinoceroses >But if they had known that they would have killed me harder. >rearranging and undoing whatever voodoo magic they had used to seal the door closed. >Tribal chants, rain dances, ritual sacrifice; you know. >Raven and I have absolutely no clue what we're supposed to do, so of course we do the smartest thing. >Nothing >We just lie there hugging one another frozen in fear. >Best plan >But the grinding and scraping abruptly stops >"Hey, are you two friends again?" >Straight to the point as always Birthday. >I'm not sure what i'm supposed to say >Do i say yeah we're friends again >Are we friends again? >I did try to kill her, we probably aren't friends again >But i mean we did have sex >we probably aren't friends again. >It was really good though >Yeah we're probably not friends. >I don't get a chance to announce my conclusive findings however >Raven has come to the same conclusion >"No, we can't be friends anymore" >Ohh... >Ouch, that really hurt >You're kind of a dick raven >My remaining heartstrings just all kind of snap at the same time >Was probably twice as painful as if i had just said it myself. >Actually really hurt >Bout to show this bitch what i think about not being fri- >Wait a minute that card >Let me go over the tapes >Slow mo >"Noooooo, weeeeeeee ccaaaannnn'''ttttt beeeeeeee FRIENDS annnyyyymmmmooreeee" >Friends >Liberty Bell >Can't be Friends >Oh that makes perfect sense actually >She's implying we're something more now. >That's kinda cute raven >"Sorry" for calling you a bitch in my head. >Yeah i actually said sorry out of the blue. >It was quiet, only she heard it, but the rest of the thought just didn't come across >I do that sometimes, rarely, but sometimes. >i always imagine people that say sorry constantly are doing the same thing >Entire conversations, entire wins and losses that they feel bad for and all you get is the "sorry". >I'm sure she looked at me funny >Actually i think she rolled a natural 20, because her glare of "Cause awkward discomfort" hit, even though i couldn't see her. >It's ok she deserved the sorry >She takes it kind of funny though, because she wraps her arms around and hugs me tighter. >The girls outside the door are letting out various noises >There's a bunch of sighs, a couple "I told you so-s" and birthday who seems to just be really angry for some reason >"Fine! We'll lock you in there longer" >It's birthday, she sounds exasperated and furious >like her master plan had failed >Phew, we're safe >More dark bathroom sexytimes confirmed >"That's Mean Birthday!" >"We should let them out!" >It's blondie >Dooming us all. >The other girls seem to agree with blondie >"Yeah they've been in there long enough" >Homely please stop, don't say anymore >"This was a stupid idea anyway" >Glasses no you don't understand >"Fine!" >Birthday no don't agree, fight them please >"We'll let them out..." >No, please Loki, Thor, Zeus, Apollo, Aquaman! Save me! >The scraping resumes outside, it had to be them moving the cabinet all the way away from the door. >I didn't have the option of not-moving anymore, i had to get up and act >So i start to pull away from Raven, climb out of the bathtub >Except she won't let me >She won't let go >She's hugging me as tightly as she can >Even managed to get her legs behind my hips. >She whispers in my ear, quiet, soft, confident >"Let them see" >Brilliant i tell you >At getting me killed. >Yep thats it anons, this is the part where the girls opened the door and i was murdered >Just a brutal thing, blood all over the bathtub, the walls >Most of my gentleman bits ended up in the toilet and were flushed away >Not a pretty sight >But that's a lie >That's what would have happened if i hadn't been holding one of the most brilliant girls i'd ever met in my arms. >Because she was holding one of the unluckiest males at surviving female encounters unscathed she'd ever met in her arms. >And he had a plan. >A terrible, unlikely-to-go-well-plan >"Wait" He yelled >"We Need Clothes" He screamed >The girls flitted around like angry shrimp outside the door >"What do you mean clothes..." The birthday girl growled >"Ooh, What were you two doing!" The homely one squealed in excitement >"Be quiet" He yelled >"This is your fault" He cried >"You threw us into a bathroom; cold and wet!" >His words echoed through that very place. >"Raven still sick; Pizza didn't go down well!" >He tried to sound confident, he tried to make them understand his lie >The girl he was with didn't like it one bit, she started to complain >Before he clasped his hand over her mouth >held her close >She would have to let go to squirm away >to talk >Trapped in a vice of her own creation, the girl stayed silent >He continued his elaborate ruse >"She threw up, it didn't go well" >His voice was somber, his feelings clear >His plan had worked >The girls felt bad >Guilt for trapping a sick friend, >Guilt for the darkness >Guilt for the most imaginative awful situations that had transpired >The guilt card, remember it's the most effective at winning any situation involving women anons. >My impossible task completed, i now had an explanation for why we were naked, wet and our clothes were on the floor >I didn't have to explain what had happened, they would do that for me in their heads with guilt. >But that penis part >That's gonna get me >I'm pretty sure no matter how convincing i am i can't get the girls to believe it "Slipped in" >The girls outside are discussing what to do about this whole clothes situation >Buying us time >"Raven pls let go" >"No" >I'm doomed >Blondie outside has established that we've both seen her naked, so she'll go get the clothes and bring them to us >Double Doomed >I have time, i can bargain with Raven >Plead and beg for my life >"What do you want!" >Im frantic but quiet, i don't want the girls outside to hear >"You" >One word, a whisper >Triple Doomed. >I try to tell her i don't negotiate with terrorists >That i can't give her what she wants right now >That she's got to release the hostage and we'll talk. >She's not having any of it >She's unmoving, firm. >Her terms are clear >The snipers don't have a clear shot >She might kill the hostage if i try to help it escape. >I've got no plans >No ways out of this >Might as well go out in a burst of glory i guess >I inform the hostage he's on his own, we're pulling out. >Then i start pumping into her again >A much as she'll allow with how tightly she's holding me. >As little as it is, after a couple thrusts she completely relaxes her grip and stance >I see i might have an opening >I pull out farther and farther each time >Its a trick silly girl, you can't comprehend my master planning >Even if it was just being horny (sometimes that's a plan i guess) >I get to pull out more and more each time >I know my time is running out, blondie could be back any minute >The progress is slow, but each time i pull out i press into her harder, faster. >I know she's got to drop her guard sometime >The moment arrives, i reach the threshold, the tip is all that's left to pull out. >All i have to do is move my hips backward just a bit... >Ahh fuck it >I plunge all the way back to the hilt >This is a loud gasp from the girl sitting on my lap >I'm almost worried the girls outside heard it >I'm not quite sure how they don't hear the wet squelching sounds >[spoiler]No slapping, i was smarter than that, had to be slow at the very base[/spoiler] >So i go back to shamelessly fucking Raven's brains out. >It's desperate >We both know we have no time left >We can hear footsteps in the distance >Getting closer each thrust >The girls making smalltalk outside >They weren't saying anything important, but the fact that they were so close was electrifying. >Terrifying >Hot as fuck >Raven's still completely silent aside from breathing, a boon in this situation if there ever was one. >But it was all too soon before we heard the footsteps settle outside. >Our frantic pace still too slow to reach the climax i desperately wanted >The doorhandle began to turn >The jiggling clicking ringing in our ears >I pulled out completely >Pushed her softly down beside me, both lying on our backs in darkness >Blondie didn't take long to close the door behind her and find us with the flashlight >We had been seconds away from discovery >And from getting off. >I have a blank sheet of paper right here >It's got a list of all the things i wouldn't give to have just had 20 more seconds before blondie showed up. >But we were lying on our backs, safe now. >As frustrating as that was. >There was still a problem though >I had a raging boner and blondie had just shined her flashlight directly on it. >Quadruple Doomed >Except for that brilliant girl part >You see maybe raven was teasing me before about letting them find us together >Maybe all she wanted was to roll away at the last second like we had done >Riding the edge of excitement >Or maybe i had changed her mind >Whatever it was, she played the part perfectly >Raven squealed seconds after the flashlight hit my crotch >"Eew you're hard!" >"Disgusting!" >She punctuated this by jumping up and moving away from me in the bathtub >Her acting was priceless, perfect >The laughter outside assured me the women had heard >It also helped the boner start to die a shameful sad death >Blondie hadn't moved, but i could imagine she had wide-eyes behind the beam of that flashlight. >She seemed properly defused by raven's acting >No anger at seeing me hard for another female >[spoiler]You see anons, by Raven pretending she didn't know i had a hard-on, the situation changed from erotic, to just me being a typical male pervert[/spoiler] >[spoiler]No jealousy against raven at all[/spoiler] >Miraculous success, all limbs intact >She hands us a pile of clothing each and we begin dressing. >She's staring at me the entire time. >I don't feel like a piece of meat. >We seem to have clothes on again >Jeans, Red Girls boxers and a Green T-Shirt >The T-shirt was actually pretty small, might have been a really old one of birthdays before she had a chest. >really accentuated my lack of manly muscle pretty well. >Blondie and her elaborate fashion skills has given Raven a matching outfit... again >Jean skirt, Green tank-top >But it seems birthday is running out of clothes because she gets some worn looking white panties to go with it. >I guess 5 people constantly needing to change for stupid reasons does that to a girl's assortment of clothing. >That or she just didn't have any pairs of red panties >I silently hoped it was the first one. >We're able to inspect the damage done to the bathroom with the flashlight blondie brought in >There's actually a lake on the floor >Our clothes are indeed soaking wet and have what look to be disgusting chunks of partially digested pizza on them >There's blood all over one of the rims of the bathtub >I turn the flashlight away quickly and focus it on the mess on the floor >I indicate that we should clean it up to blondie, trying to distract her from what i've seen. >Blood >Fuck >Panic >I look at raven thinking i hurt her somewhere and didn't realize >Trying to piece together if it was her cherry i broke and somehow got blood up there >Didn't make sense, we were in the water. >The flashlight's light glances across her arms for a moment >Her fingernails are blood red, she's got brown and dark dark red splatterings across the backs of her hands. >she had held them on my back or shoulders the entire time >they weren't in the water >I'm worried i had deep scratches on my back and didn't realize it, maybe i leaned against the rim of the tub. >That must be it. >I take her aside and force her to wash her hands, wash away the blood. >I'm trying to get her to check my back for me without blondie realizing. >If i was bleeding that much it might bleed through the shirt and that would be really bad. >Besides showing the girls some crazy shit went down >it would ruin birthday's shirt. >[spoiler]Blood is awful to get out of clothes anons[/spoiler] >We're picking up the clothes and throwing them in the tub >Blondie calls for towels from outside and the girls scurry off. >I manage to get the hints across to raven >I hand her the flashlight and she checks my back >"Nothing" >What the hell? >I return to cleaning up the clothes on the ground and trying to fix this dark-bathroom-disaster >Then the light from the flashlight shines on my left hand wrist. >Blood >Everywhere >It looked like my wrists had gone through a barbed wire fence >Fuck fuck fuck what happened >What did i do >I rush over to the sink and start cleaning away the dried blood >I could just see the skin through the faint light of the flashlight >deep, long scratches up and down my forearms >Tears, cuts, some of them still bleeding >I might have been dripping all over the floor for all i knew >Fuck these look terrible >They didn't hurt actually, i mean stung a little when i put water on them, and they were obviously bleeding >But they didn't hurt too bad >I was alright, i would live >But there was no way in hell i was hiding this from everyone. >I feel a head lean over my shoulder as i'm trying to clean my arms off >A gasp >Thats not one of the gasps i'd been listening to for the last hour. >Its blondie >I'm fucked >I'm trying to turn around and get a hand over her mouth >I'm way too slow for that >There's screaming >Everyone barges into the bathroom >Flashlights everywhere >Can't hide anything >There's blood on the floor, on the rim of the bathtub >There's the ever present question of "What happened?" >A question i can't answer >I can't tell them what went on in here, not even slightly >I'm attacked with questions, i don't have a choice but to make something up >I have no answers i can give >"It was r...raven s..sh..e- >The girl in question interrupts me, all flashlights instantly focused on her face >"We fought.... eventually he understood my point of view." >She swallows hard as she says this >This goes down surprisingly well >There's quite a bit of screaming from birthday, i couldn't really hear what was being said over the volume. >Lot of anger though >Lots of threats of violence >Homely is screaming too, right in raven's ear >She's shriveled up into a corner taking it all without saying a word. >Glasses is telling Birthday how stupid she was for locking us up together >Blondie is trying to pull me away, off to the kitchen to bandage me up or something. >She does play the healer after all. >I'm whisked away by Glasses and Blondie >They get me halfway across the room via medevac >I stop them >I frantically whisper to glasses "They don't understand, don't let them hurt her" >I didn't know what birthday was capable of, but i wasn't liking the sound of whatever was crashing and being thrown in the bathroom >Blondie still whisks me away, leaving a pair of slightly-confused glasses hovering and shining >The vanishing beam of the flashlight diminishing as we leave the room. >Whatever sounds were going on in the bathroom, as soon as we reached the hallway they quieted down. >I hoped this meant glasses was doing what i asked her to, and not that the section of the house was really that soundproof. >All i could hear was our footsteps on the cold hardwood floors >And the barrages of questions that i refused to answer. >Blondie was trying, each one more inquisitive >"What happened!?" >"Did she hurt you anywhere else?" >"Are you feeling alright, dizzy or anything?" >"Did you atleast get her back?" >The last one made me laugh a bit >Oh man if only she knew >I handed Blondie the "Yes" she wanted. >She seems to be satisfied with this answer as we reach the kitchen. >There's a candle lit by the sink, and a big flashlight Blondie grabs and turns on >Much better light to inspect the damage >[spoiler]Now anons, you might think "Oh they can't be that bad"[/spoiler] >[spoiler]I think you misunderstand, humans that fear for their lives do not go down without a fight. Our bodies pump adrenaline until we're going to burst when our lives or the lives of a loved one are in danger, and this gives us strength far beyond what we are normally capable[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Dying men can bend steel, Mothers can lift entire cars to save a trapped child[/spoiler] >[spoiler]The dying in this case was Raven, a teenage girl with short, but rather sharp fingernails[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Her scratching, scrabbling at the wrists and arms of me, the person holding her down, was powerful enough to rip through my flesh and leave deep cuts to the muscle[/spoiler] >[spoiler]If she had any longer fingernails, i have no doubt i would have a severed artery.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]In this case they weren't life threatening, but i deserved it, and i would probably have a scar or two to remember that "moment" by.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Oh and it didn't hurt at all because i hadn't been able to see it. As soon as we got a good look i was doing mental "OWWWWs" realizing how deep some were[/spoiler] >Blondie seemed pretty worried about them >Making a big deal out of nothing i tried to assure her, but she wouldn't take that as an answer >She left, rummaged around in a drawer and came back with a first aid kit >It always amazes me how some women seem to always know where everything is in houses that don't belong to them. >Woulda taken me days to find that kit. >I'm not really with her in thought though, i'm staring out the kitchen window >It's still kinda raining, very softly outside >I can just see the drops splattering against the window pane >Like blood >Fuck, i was feeling pretty shit after seeing my wrists >I definitely deserved what happened to them, what the fuck was wrong with me for acting the way i did. >Plans to grovel at raven's feet later are soon formed >I'll have to buy her cho- >My thoughts are interrupted as i see a flash of silver in blondie's hand >She's unscrewed the cap on a bottle from the kit >She's holding my arms in the sink >Its alcohol >BLONDIE NO >its too late >I rip my arms away too late >She's already covered them in a liberal amount of the burning stinging liquid >A liquid that you're absolutely should never ever ever pour into deep wounds. >I'm on the ground screaming >Actual screaming >Fucking screaming. >Fucking alcohol is for fucking small cuts, even then you fucking rarely need it >But not fucking mauled by a tiger entire fucking wrists are fucking bloody cuts >This was just fucking cruel >This was agonizing fucking burning pain >I'm screaming obscenities at her, at the kitchen, insulting various appliances >She knows she's fucked the fuck up >She's quickly on the ground fucking trying to dry my wrists off with a fucking towel as i'm letting out "Fucking oohs and Fucking Ahhs"s of fucking suffering. >It's really not fucking helping >It really fucking hurts >Fuck >Around blondie, never relax. >Every time i let my guard down she hurts me in some horrible new way. >It's impressive actually >I've got to stop trusting her >But as soon as the pain had faded to the same tolerable levels of every other wound i had sustained this sleepover >I opened my eyes >Big mistake >She was kneeling over me, trying to make sure i was ok >Her face had a real look of concern, a practiced guise for an assassin of her caliber >Her eyes were wide, her face frowning and worried. >But it worked >My heart melted >"I'm so sorry, i keep hurting you!" >Her voice is a songbirds saddened cry >She clasps my hands in her own, the warmth against my fingers matching roughly the burning heat of my wrists. >"Every time i try to help, or you try to help me you get hurt" >She's got a distinct frowny face on > ): >That one, right there >It's making me sad just looking at it >I can't help but forgive her >I mean not really forgive her, i say a couple choice words >"You owe me... so much" >I was really not painless during these words, probably grimace them out. >Those words >She better fucking believe it >She seems to already know though >"I know, i'm so sorry, i even slapped you earlier and you didn't deserve it!" >What >Why didn't i deserve it now >She sounded sincere as fuck >"Glasses told me she stole your boxers while you were showering as a prank" >Glasses is such a bro. >"I feel bad, you were saying such nice things" >I'll be honest anons >You might remember >But i don't remember any of the nice things i was saying >When they call it whispering sweet nothings, that's because they are nothings. >I was too preoccupied with everything hurting >I think the alcohol had shocked the rest of the rest of my body into hurting again >Had some endorphins left keeping me happy, yeah those were gone. >God fucking damnit fucking blondie fuck. >I get back up and rush over to the sink to wash my cuts again >This time keeping blondie at arm length >She's not allowed, worst healer ever. >She's still trying to get close and help again though >"Please don't push me away" >.... that sounded cliche blondie, what are you trying to sa- >"You're so nice to me and then i just keep hurting you" >Songbirds crying >She needed to stop that >It was making me sad > ): >I'm not falling for her charms though >I know better now >well i thought i knew better >"Come on, i can make it up to you!" >Her voice was chipper, she seemed to be trying to cheer herself and me up. >I'm thinking about it. >I grab her wrists and hold them together above her head >It's cute, like i have a little marionette >If i wanted i could twist her and turn her any direction i wanted >But i didn't twist and turn her, i just pulled her arms up until she was on tiptoes >I knew what i wanted >I glared her in the eyes >Hard, cold stare, as serious as i could be >"Stop hurting me first" >There, i said it >I think she was expecting something completely different >Her frown vanished >Her eyes drooped slightly >I couldn't see her eyes as well as i wanted >But the sky blue turned a cloudy grey. >I dropped her arms and decided it was time to walk away >Return back to the mess in the bathroom, help clean it maybe >I trusted glasses to have solved the situation amicably, but i wanted to make sure. >Not to mention every moment i spent near blondie was endangering my life >I kinda left her there >I doubt she was crying or anything >i doubt she was taking it badly at all. >Blondie had a habit of taking things like that and making them better, in her head, in reality, whatever she did. >She was most likely working out ways in her head to inform her employers that she couldn't complete the job >Tell them she was alright with not getting paid, i just wasn't worth it. >She was a strong girl, i wasn't worried >But i kinda wanted nothing to do with her >Stay as far away from her and maybe, just maybe i might survive >But little did i know. >I returned to the bedroom >I had grabbed a roll of those Gauze bandage wraps and was rolling them absent mindedly over the cuts as i walked >I kinda had em wrapped enough to hold my arms together, so i figured i was good, cut the roll with my teeth, made a crappy knot on each wrist and pocketed the rest. >I imagined that i probably looked like some edgy shirtless anime protagonist >I didn't >But i sure felt beat-the-fuck up like one after a serious battle. >I walked in to find Raven having what seemed to be a time-out on the bed >Arms crossed, pout on her face >Looked like a very unhappy girl >I make the mistake of trying to sit next to her on the bed >"GET AWAY FROM ME STORYBRO" - My full name here, rare >This is angry unhappy girl yelling >Eep, s... sorry raven >She's either in an awful mood, or still trying to convince everyone we're on bad terms >I pray for my life that it's the second one. >Her outburst is matched by homely telling me to "Stay far away from raven" and that she's in trouble. >Its like they're implying she's getting punished or something >Birthday confirms this is the case. >Alright, ill get the hot wax and oil i guess. >They're just sure how they want to punish her yet >Cleaning the bathroom while they decide >I join them, might as well >I end up with a washcloth rubbing away the blood i'd left all over the place >I feel a little better scrubbing it away, made it feel like i was erasing what happened here. >They're coming up with all kinds of silly and inane punishments. >Making her make us food and be everyone's butler for the rest of the night >Make her be a footrest for everyone next time we play vidya. >Making her "Service" us all once >This last one was birthday's idea >I was kind of worried as to what that meant. >I offered to come up with and deal the punishment for raven myself. >Why not right, i could pretend i was evil and harsh and i wouldn't do anything mean at all. >I turn around and give her glaring-face a wink as i try to make this move. >"You can't... you were her friend" >This is Homely >I try to establish how inanely girl-logicy this is >You know that entire part about how i'm somehow going to be nicer to her because the crime was against me. >Why i tried, i honestly don't know. >I mean she was right, that was my plan >But her reason >The typical "You just don't understand the situation" response. >I swear >Fuck women, seriously >The bathroom cleaning goes rather quickly with 4 people, the clothes are wheeled out by homely after a quick rinse and the blood is mostly gone. >All the wet towels to follow the clothing to the laundry room >After we're done, it's back to being more or less the same level of clean it had started. >Job well done, i try to plop back on the bed near raven >She just scooches away >Still acting i hope >The other girls see her actions and take it as some kind of sign that i was "Open" >Glasses is the victor of the race and ends up in my lap, straddling me as i lay down on the bed >Homely and Birthday don't take this too well, with pouts and everything >Glasses gives no shits, all i know is that i'm being snuggled from above for a full five or six minutes before it's decided what we're going to do next. Birthday makes the announcement >Back to poker >Alright >Dare-only poker >I can handle that >Raven's not allowed to play >Fuck that shit >"No seriously just fuck that shit" >Those are the words that came out of my mouth >I also called birthday a bitch, shit friend and accused her of trying to start shit between everyone >This made her shut up quick with her "rules" >Either everyone plays or we don't play, thems the rules i threw down. >Nobody has any argument >Aight bitches we playin poker >So fucking done with birthday's rules >That's all i'm thinking as we trudge along as a group out of the bedroom >Raven manages to sneak up beside me and give my arm a little squeeze >I take this as a "I'm not mad at you and thanks for getting me into poker" kinda message. >But knowing raven it could have been anything. >"Listen there's polar bears chasing us we should hurry up" >"I think glasses is wearing white underwear, so pure" >"I hate you" >I pretend her squeeze meant the thing i wanted it to mean though. >The rest of the gaggle of girls is relatively quiet >I guess me yelling at birthday kinda dampened moods >It didn't matter in my head, i really wasn't going to deal with more of this cutting people out of the fun female drama that kept going down. >competition is all right and good, but when you start cutting at your friends to win? That sucks man. >We arrive at the living room and blondie is already there lounging on the couch >Probably assumed we would show up eventually >She was right >There's the old setup of two-candles, a couple flashlights and the room is bright enough to play cards by >Can even see a clock on the wall, 9:15, they had locked us in that bathroom for like 2 hours. >Dicks. >We set up in a rather large circle, sitting knee-to-knee cross legged. >Least i do, blondie does and glasses does. Homely isn't wearing pants still and birthday/raven are wearing skirts. >Can't have them appearing non-ladylike can we >Even though i had seen most the feminine charms of every girl in the circle, they were all modest as mice. >Cute >Lets fix that. >I throw down the rules >Poker, No fancy card-value bullshit, normal rules, winning hand gets a single dare against a single person. >You can choose to not perform a dare, but the next dare you win is forfeit to cancel it. >If you're already in debt, you can either choose to do the old dare, or the new one. But whichever one you don't choose is now in your debt pile. >Can't give the same dare to someone holding onto it already. >Simple, gives people an out from doing things they really don't want to do (always a buzz kill when someone gets dared something too far and quits the game) but makes sure they can't cop out of everything. >Plus i'm really fucking good at poker when i'm paying attention. >I hand the deck to glasses, she cuts, shuffles it kinda funny and deals. >I get a royal flush >that's not even being good at poker >It's like some heaven sent sign that my luck is going to change, >Oh man this is gonna be great. >"Blondie, shirt, off" >I don't even hesitate, they've all got clothes back on and i had them so nicely-half undressed too from before. >Frankly if i can get topless i would be happy. >"I'll hold onto it" >What >Come on blondie i know you have a bra on >That's not even a bad dare. >We were all so happy without shirts on earlier >I... i was happy >She doesn't seem to want to change her mind >Man blondie you suck. >Alright... whatever >Next hand is dealt >I win this one too, amazing cards >I can't challenge blondie again so i just move down the line >"Alright, birthday, Shirt, off" >"I'll hold" >w... seriously? >This is some bullshit >Two hands later and i'm just confused >Firstly i'm winning by miles every time, amazing cards >I don't even have to hit, that's absurd by poker standards. >Secondly nobody seems to be hitting besides raven, they're just giving up the hands they have. >Next up, Glasses and Homely also refused to take off their respective shirts. >Homely i understand, i mean i'm pretty sure that's straight to tits free, but Glasses? >I've got an odd feeling something is horribly wrong here. >Next hand is dealt >I win again >I was even watching glasses' hands this time, she didn't feed me anything special. >Atleast it looked like she didn't >It comes to mind that the girls had just rigged the deck and were biding time until it got properly shuffled. >I wasn't ok with this >I was pretty sure glasses was responsible, or they hadn't planned on having Raven here in the first place and the entire order was fucked. >I ask to see the cards for a second >"No, you might cheat!" - Homely >Glasses has her "This wasn't my idea for once" face on. >Yeah the deck is rigged

>When we left off i was locked in the bathroom with angry women possibly beating down the door >No time traveling anons came to my rescue >Jerks >I had to solve this one on my own at the time. >I was in a pretty great mood though, since i had just made out with every currently conscious girl in the house, in a span of 10 minutes. >Of course the banging and yelling outside the bathroom wasn't helping my mood >"Come out so we can castrate you" - Blondie >This was accompanied by hurried agreements and more banging. >There goes my thoughtful assassin thinking ahead as always. >Far as i saw it, they weren't actually too angry. >[spoiler]Women especially, tend to pull this very often compared to men, where they'll get Angry, or overreact to a subject that they aren't actually as emotionally vested towards as they make out to be[/spoiler] >[spoiler]This seems to be for partially entertainment reasons, and partially because faking strong emotions gives you control over the situation[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Manipulation and Advantages in future situations really[/spoiler] >[spoiler] This isn't rare among men either, but men are usually being complete faggots about it when they do.[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Oh right, i guess the women are being complete faggots too[/spoiler] >But they were angry enough that hiding in the bathroom was a valid option >so i guess they were winning. >As far as i was concerned though i had them right where i wanted them >Each one was now playing the words i had sung to them earlier over and over in their own head. >About being the cutest, most intelligent, most beautiful, the most desirable in the room. >Each girl had the vain hope that it was them i was talking about. >Each girl was probably replaying the kisses over and over along with those words too. >I'm no casanova, but i mean i tried to not make the kisses awful. >I know i was playing my favorite in my head at least. >[spoiler]I'll give you a hint, it wasn't homely[/spoiler] >However i had other things to do than reminisce about my past >Time to defuse this situation. >I walked up to the bathroom door and pressed my head against it facing the door crack. >I wanted them to be able to hear my clearly >They were still shouting various angry things and banging on the door though >"WhO WAS IT?" - Homely >"You Tasted like all the other girls, i want a rematch!" - Birthday >The vibrations of the banging resonated through the door and were giving me a cheek massage. >I think i was enjoying this. >"He's probably jacking off" - Glasses >I spit my drink all over myself at this comment >except i don't have any drinks and i'm up against the door, but i mean that's the reaction anyway. >The girls on the other side of the door devolve into hooting, giggling and more banging. >"Open up! Let us see!" Squeaks an exasperated Birthday. >"He's embarrassed now, we should let him finish" - Blondie in a taunting singsong voice. >Blondie's spirits are way higher than i would have thought, i thought i crushed her a bit too hard when i kissed glasses first. >She probably couldn't be anything but happy when i went straight to her second. >"He probably needs help" - Glasses >Yes pls >"I bet its small that's why" >A chorus of giggling and snickering ensue from Blondie/Birthday/Homely instantly. >I don't even need to tell you who said this >BUT FUCK YOU TOO HOMELY >Glasses has done wonderfully though >She successfully changed the situation from "CASTRATE HIM" anger. >To sexual humiliation and teasing >Glasses is such a bro >You might not think so >But I can work with this >It's almost safe to come out >I speak as clearly through the door as i can >"Stop" , i say it softly but loud enough that they can hear it. >One word, but the banging stops and they listen for the rest. >I put on a completely Somber tone, trying to interject the tiniest hint of emotional sorrow into what i say next. >"You guys will wake Raven" >Silence from the other side of the door >I continue >"One of you go check on her would you..." >Complete silence on the other side of the door >Eventually i hear footsteps leaving >My plan has worked perfectly. >Firstly i've interjected guilt into the mix, they realize they were being really loud and feel guilty about it. >I honestly couldn't give a shit about waking raven, and i really doubt they would have woken her. >But they don't know that. >This throws them just a bit off balance >Just enough for me to ask for one of them to leave >I've changed the odds >its 3v1 now, i can take this. >I speak again through the door >"I'm coming out" >Still silence >I unlock the door >Its not instantly shoved down and i'm not on the floor >I consider this a victory >Gotta take em when i can get em. >I know i gotta keep the victories coming though >I crouch down and start charging >FAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL >I open the door when i'm half charged. >First target is blondie, perfect. >She gets hit hard in the stomach with the Force of a thousand screeching fal"CON"s that accompany my "PUNCH" >Homely and Birthday are the only two left. >It's still dawning on them that i'm out of the bathroom >They don't understand yet >I still have the advantage >I give Homely an ol Sagat tiger knee to the stomach >She doesn't even block >Her feet even leave the ground for a moment >She's down >Birthday Vs Me now >But she's onto my plan >I try to catch her off guard with a generic Karate chop to the right shoulder. >I know that if i can disable one arm i can win. >She dodges to the left and i'm left open. >She hits me with some god damn lightning legs like chun li >I guess she doesn't need her arms >Atleast 10 hits before i fall backwards. >I'm on the ground clutching my stomach >She moves over to gloat, hand on her hips >I was just pretending >DRAGON UPPERCUT >She's in the air >She's on the floor >I win. >I walk in victory to the living room >The girls follow me >Blondie has her hands on her hips in characteristic "You have some splainin to do mister" style >Birthday and Homely mimic her in seconds. >I try to avoid them and sit on the couch >Homely stops me >"Oh no you aint goin nowhere" >She even matches this with her hand going in that "Z" motion and snapping her finger at every corner >They surround me >Birthday places her hand on my chest for a tantalizing second before shoving me down onto the armchair. >They're all towering over me, hands on hips. >I'm being glared at from all directions. >This is when i realize all of the women were black. >And Blue with jealousy >[spoiler] Back in 2005, black culture was pretty cool-ish among white kids[/spoiler] >[spoiler]It was ever present in media, and of course you just kinda picked up silly things and did them sometimes[/spoiler] >[spoiler] This isn't racist, fuck you, it was fun[/spoiler] >[spoiler] white culture is never cool anyway ): [/spoiler] >They were demanding answers though >Glasses shows up as well, she just plops down on the right arm of the chair and accompanies the staring contest. >I'm considering staring back, but picking one girl to look at might give away hints i can't afford to be giving. >I'm trying to think ways out of this, i already laid most of my webbing before i started kissing. >I guess i have an escape route or two >I test one of the webs >"Well, I just thought that the girl would know is all." >Expressions soften all around, i've now got four sets of cute puppy/kitty cat eyes glimmering at me. >God damn adorable, i've got this >They'll all shut up and think its themselves. >I continue >"I tried to make the kiss between us Special..." >All the kisses were "Special" >I had kissed all the girls differently, even if they compared they could argue about it for hours. >This plan was flawless, i just had to walk away. >a soft voice breaks out over all the others. >"I knew it was me" >NO >YOU IDIOT >BLONDIE YOU FUCKING IDIOT >ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS NOT SAY ANYTHING >She's got a smirk on the size of kansas though >She knows exactly what she's done >She's killed me >Her mission was complete >This is it folks, my dismembered limbs are carried in a parade through the city. >My head on a golden plate >The girls break into TURBO BICKERING >"He liked ME the most" - Homely >I'm trying to sneak away >"No of course he DIDN'T, i had Butterflies in my stomach when he kissed me!" - Blondie >I've gotten on my hands and knees, i've started scaling the left arm of the chair >"Well he groped my breasts, he didn't do that to you did he?" - Birthday >I'm halfway to freedom when i feel a hand in the waistband of my pants >"HE WHAT" -Blondie and Homely together >I turn back and look >Its glasses, she's got a brimming evil smile on again. >She does enjoy seeing me suffer >"Yeah, i was grinding against him like the entireee time." - Birthday >She's got her hand firmly down the back of my sweatpants though, i'm not escaping. >"Well i didn't have a shirt on, his chest was fully pressed against mine" -Blondie >She's like squirming with glee at this statement >I guess it was really good for her. >"And his hands were all over my stomach, it was so hot!" - Blondie >Her voice is like a flittering songbird singing out to a mate. >I don't know how she does that, but her excited voice is something to behold. >Well it was excited until Birthday points out that Glasses got the same treatment. >"She's right, but i didn't tickle glasses" >I don't say this though >That would be really stupid. >But i was really confused when everyone was looking at me >OH NO THAT WAS IN QUOTATION MARKS WASN'T IT >im so sorry past self ): >Nobody is talking >Everyone is looking at me >Blondie's not looking at me though >She's looking through me and saluting the american flag with her freedom face on. >Head held high, right hand over her breast. >She knows she's temporarily won the war. >"I guess shirtless kisses really are better huh?" >Birthday says this with a defeated sound in her voice >I actually felt a little bad >I did get quite a bit more actual skin contact with Blondie and Glasses than i did her. >Although i would have probably exploded in my pants if she had been able to get any more physical with that kiss. >Homely suggests Herself/Birthday get a Re-Do with shirts off. >This sounds like a great plan at first >I'm nodding on the inside. >Wait a second >My eyes narrow >I realize its a clever homely trap >She's the only girl that's not wearing a bra >I would have to kiss her topless >I contemplate asking glasses if i can borrow her bra >[spoiler]To wear myself as protection.[/spoiler] >then i realize there's just a better plan >I relax back into my seat >Glasses doesn't remove her hand though >Its still down the back of my pants -.- >I shift over and whisper into glasses' ear >"Homely doesn't have a bra on, would be... unfair" >Her hand is probably very visible down the back of my pants >I don't want to look at all the women but i can feel the heat of eye lasers. >Glasses doesn't say anything, she just gets up and removes her hand. >She roams over around the group of people and scoops up homely's arm and leads her away YOU HAVE BEEN MUTED FOR 17 MINUTES 16 SECONDS BECAUSE YOUR COMMENT WAS NOT ORIGINAL -More posting at 10:56 I guess Ima go make a sammich >Phew >Safety assured >I inform birthday she's going to need to calm her tits >I get the statement out just in time because she's trying to undress right there >She's dying to kiss me with her shirt off >Blondie has a sadder look on her face than she did earlier >"But... it's not fair if they get to kiss again" >Daww blondie wants another kiss too >I'm sure glasses would feel left out if she didn't get a kiss too. >I'm not actually sure how i want to handle this. >On one hand i want all the girls shirtless >y... yeah even homely a tiny bit >[spoiler] don't hate me[/spoiler] >On the other hand i know that kissing them isn't going to actually help at all >It might seem fair on the outside but they will just harshly judge every single move i make >I would have to kiss all of them the exact same. >I don't know if i could even do that, or resist not making each one different. >I would have to tie myself up or somethi... >*sigh* >Well it'll work i guess >But fuck tying myself up >I would be dead in mere seconds >I inform Blondie and Birthday of my plan. >Blondie hates it >Birthday is grinning evilly >I guess that means its a good plan >we're waiting for Glasses and Homely to come back >Blondie complains to me the entire time >She really hates the plan >This is really cute >Glasses and Homely return >The prodigal sons from another land >Homely looks pretty proud of herself >I would be worried but i'm still mulling over my plan in my head >It pretty much backfires if even one girl disagrees >Plus it would ruin the mood if that happens >I'm trying to revise the rules in my head so that i wont end up hated by everyone. >Birthday doesn't give me a chance >"He's decided we're going to kiss him" >t... thanks Birthday >"We're going to hold his arms behind him too!" >Wait a second birthday i was going to just hold my arms behi >"Ooh, that means we can do whatever we want huh?" - Glasses >It's like she knows just what to say to egg the group on every time. >Everyone's swooning, even me >I don't know if i want to deal with this >I guess it's not THAT bad >The girls establish a timing system and everything with me just sitting there pondering the glorious events that were about to unfold. >Alright girls, lay it on me, how many minutes >"Three minutes each" >Eep that's double the time i spent with each of them before >"No hands under clothes, anything else is fair game" >Oh man this is a dream come true >Picture perfect anime events unfolding >I'm so ready for this >Beyond so ready for this >My mind is racing as i examine each of the women >I know birthday is probably going to dry hump me to death, but Glasses and Blondie are complete Mysteries >And homely... well i can close my eyes and pretend it's someone else i guess. >Speaking of homely >"Aren't we forgetting something?" >She reminds us that the shirtless part of the kissing game was still a thing. >Ohmanohman everyone's gonna be in bra's >I'm sitting up in my chair >Probably wagging my tail and i have my tongue hanging out like a dog. >Birthday catches my eyes >Gives me a little wink >She starts first >She doesn't just undress, she kneels down and is on her knees at the base of the chair >This puts her more or less at the same height as me eye-wise >Eye contact >It doesn't break, i don't even look downwards as she lowers her arms and raises her shirt up >The eye contact breaks as the shirt passes her head >I look down >Glorious golden-bra encased breasts. >Always good >She gives her upper torso a firm jiggle back and forth for my amusement before standing back up. >Awesome. >Homely up next >Glasses gives me a wink this time >what the fuck >I don't understand, but homely steps infront of the chair >All the girls are obviously curious as to what she's wearing >Homely doesn't want to pull off her shirt directly though >I guess she's embarrassed >She turns her back to me >I watch as she pulls up the front of her shirt, nothing is visible but she seems to pause when it's above her breasts >I can see fabric encasing them, so i might be safe. >The girls however are giving out Gasps and "Oohs" >I'm a tad worried. >She turns around >She's wearing a lacy brassiere, something you would see in a pin up magazine >It looks hilarious >I haven't seen one of those ever in real life before >It must have been Birthday's moms or something. >I laugh >I manage to hold most of it in though, i just get off a ha or two. >WRONG MOVE >Homely has the shirt down over her chest in a flash. >She just yells out "JERK" and stomps away >The other girls are just staring at me >They're angry >I've fucked up >I've really fucked up >I've got to run >I just had a girl take off her shirt to show me something she thought was "Sexy" and i laughed >Oh god anons never ever ever laugh at things attached to females. >Never ever ever >I'm off the side of the armchair in a flash >Glasses can't even grab at me this time >I hit the ground flat and start trying to roll away. >They can smell my fear >What was once a disorganized group of females fighting between one another >Is now an organized pack hunting machine >They're flocking like a murderous murder of murdering crows. >I'm tactically rolling away >One of them gets my leg >I'm clawing at the carpet >the last thing i see is blondie coming at me with a pillow. >I knew it would end this way... >Well that's the last thing i see before i kick off whoever has my leg and bolt out of there. >Back around the corner >Through the Kitchen >Bathroom again >Lock the door >They're banging on it again >Probably two battering rams >Time traveling anons pls send help >Well actually don't >I yell out past the door >"QUIET DOWN, I'M TAKIN A PISS" >They don't quiet down. >Pls don't send help though, it'd be embarrassing >I finish up, wash my hands, ect. >unlock the door and walk out again >I get battered with various pillows and punched in the arms a couple of times. >Homely is back, with her shirt on and an obvious hurt look on her face. >She doesn't seem to be emotionally traumatized though >My experiences in dealing with raven seem to be non-indicative of what actual girls think. >She's not giving me a chance to recover though, she personally punches me hard in the shoulder >I take it like a man >Which means i wince and grab it with my other arm because it actually hurt. >I don't ever understand why we grab things that hurt, but i did. >She's not too mad though, i should probably be worried >Homely walks up to me >I back up >She follows >She's got some look on her face i can't read at all >It's probably because i spend absolutely no time reading her face >She's actually forcing me against the wall again now >Her clothed breasts are pressing against me and i realize she's back to not wearing any bra at all. >They're lovely and soft though >I can feel them change shape as she presses harder and harder against me. >She makes like she's going to kiss me >She brings her face actual inches in front of mine >Her eyes are sultry, like she's been craving a delicious piece of cake all day and she's going to bite into it. >Her lips are full, soft... round >They're so tantalizing >Would you blame me if i tried to lean forward right now and connect? >Well i do try >Except she's got her hands on my shoulders >I can't move >i've been tricked >This movement on my end seems to be exaclty what she was waiting for >She breaks off her advance >Moves back >Her eyes break contact when she gets a foot away from me >She almost instantly turns around and squeals "You see!" >"I told you it was me!" >Hey wait a second that's not how it wor- >"Plus he likes these better like this" >She's got both her hands on her breasts and jiggling them up and down individually >The other girls are looking on in shame >Blondie looks like she's taking it the worst >Glasses knows this is probably her fault. >It is her fault so fuck her for the time being >Stupid sexy homely >Birthday is actually looking worried >Homely infringing upon her territory >Again >I guess homely saw birthday as the main threat in competition. >She was trying to do the birthday thing and go full aggressive. >This makes sense why they've been directly competing this entire time >Homely's not playing this straight though >She backs up >Wiggles her upper torso and exclaims >"Well maybe you'd like them better like this!" >In one sweeping motion she's got her shirt over her head. >Oh lord >They're definitely Ds >Both of them aren't very firm, but not droopy either. >Just well rounded with a little bit of hang >My male brain has the instant desire to "support" them. >The center of each has good half-dollar sized circles of red flesh, topped with a lovely nipple. >I'm now in full automatic >Male brain kicking in >I'm not thinking straight at all, i mean... >tits >She's still got her plan in motion though >She's close to me again >She's actually up against me >I can feel both of her breasts pressing against me >[spoiler]Breasts when they press against you end up all over the place, it's really not symmetrical[/spoiler] >Her nipples are just the tiniest bit hard >It's really not hard to tell where they're pressing against me >She's back at kissing distance >One tantalizing second, i look up from her lips at her eyes. >And she's off of me >No kiss > ): >Wait a second did i actually want homely to kiss me >I'm so confused >my Boner is so confused >Multiple other body parts are confused as well >My hands are still hovering where i would be holding her >My crotch is still leaning forward slightly anticipating the kiss >I'm still making kissing lips >She's not though >She's facing me from across the hallway and has nothing but a look of contempt on her face >"What, you wanted a kiss? Too bad. J-E-R-K" >She enunciates every syllable with a scowl >With that she turns away, taking her breasts with her and waltzes down the hallway whistling and swinging her top in one hand. >Holyshitpaybacklikeasackofbrickstotheface >Homely wins this round >I'm still standing there >Dumb as balls expression on my face >Blondie is first to act, she walks up and Slaps me >It's not really a slap though, she like takes her hand and brings it up against my right cheek, hits it rather softly. >"Idiot", she whispers as she draws her hand across the front of my face and walks down the hallway >Glasses is generally amused, i get a curt "You deserved it" as she walks off in the same direction as blondie. >I resist the urge to yell "FUCK YOU TOO GLASSES" down the hallway. >Birthday is still standing there with her eyes turned downcast >I'm about to ask what's wrong right as she looks up at me >There's a look of rabid determination in her eyes >each muscle around her eyes are scrunched up >her mouth is prim and an absolute straight line. >I'm formulating apologies in my head >I've hurt her badly, or she's got my murder planned >Is she jealous >Is she angry >I can't tell >I don't need to tell >I see her bite her lip for just a second. >She's suddenly in the air >She tackles me against the wall >I don't hit my head somehow >I realize she's put her hand behind my head so it hits the wall and softens the blow to not hurt >I'm going to have to remember that trick for later >But my learning is interrupted by her hot lips upon mine >No foreplay, all tongue >Same flavor as before, but lighter >I'm not complaining >She's trying her hardest to press me against the wall as much as possible >She has one arm behind my lower back, and another behind my head >She's got both of her breasts pressed against me >Actually so much pressure they're spilling upwards out of her bra. >I realize my hands are still outstretched in the "Trying to kiss homely" Position. >I rectify that and place them on her back >The warm, bare flesh of her lower back. >She seems to have other plans though >She pulls back >And shoves me through the bathroom door backwards >I manage four surprised steps backwards before i stumble and land on my behind >It's far enough though, she's in the bathroom with me >the door is closed >the door is locked >She gives me a sultry smile >"That's better" >Those words are purred like a content lioness. >Her hands reach behind her >I can tell what she's doing >It's obvious what she's doing >But i'm still looking at her face >something's wrong >It's her eyes >She's purring like a lioness, but her eyes >They're saying nothing of the sort >They're like a lost little kitten >They're screaming "Accept me" >Her hands finish, the Bra goes slack. >I watch in slow-motion as she hunches her shoulders forwards and the entire thing just slides off. >Her words and actions scream confidence. >But she's still holding the Bra in both hands where it fell >It's almost defensive >Her body language screams embarrassment, with the tiniest bit of fear >I think she's scared i'll reject her >Valid fears for anyone in that situation i guess. >I'm still on my butt on the ground looking up. >There's tits >I'm looking >Smaller than homely's, Large Cs >Her areola and nipples are smaller too, just enough to notice a difference. >But instead of red, they're light pink. >She's absolutely ravishing, i'm not sure where to look because the entire package is so enticing. >She's standing with her arms still held forward and together by holding the bra, one leg slightly ahead of the other under her long skirt. >To top it off the expression in her eyes has leaked slightly and her face is backing it up. >The position itself is rival to some of the best modeling you'll ever see. The emotions passing it far beyond anything comparable. >I don't get to stare very long though >She takes a step forward, and blurts out >"Tell me i'm better!" >It's definitely not confident, its like a desperate plea >I'm of course more than happy to blurt out >"Yes you're be-" >But i'm interrupted by being pounced again and kissed >I'm not knocked backwards though >She lightly forces more and more of her weight against me until i slowly reel backwards and lie down >I've got her full chest against mine >and her Nipples were VERY hard. >Almost painful hard >But psychologically the feel of nipples pressing against you is awesome. >I didn't get any victory music though, >I'm too busy being kissed >She's got me pinned against the floor >One of her legs is snaked around mine >That feels god damn amazing by the way. >I can't move >I don't want to move >Well i guess i can move my hands >I take advantage of his and wrap one around and place it on her lower back >But i have TWO hands >I take the chance and place my other right on her right buttcheek >She doesn't seem to notice, or if she does she doesn't care >Hell yeah >She's moving her entire body against me >She's got one of her legs folded up underneath her >This puts her knee right against my crotch. >Not in a painful way though, it's like its there just to provide the right amount of pressure and friction >Her breasts are rubbing up and down ever so slightly every time she applies pressure with her knee. >Her kiss is involving our entire faces now >We have our mouths wide open, chasing down one another like we're trying to eat the other participant >Each time we catch the other, it just ends in a stalemate as we go back to tongue play. >I'm not sure this is how kisses work, huge slobbery messes, but it's actually pretty fucking fun. >I take a chance between kisses and slip my other hand under her skirt. >It ends up on her left panty-clad butcheek >Its much hotter under the skirt, and her panties are made out of some soft silky material >This just kind of slides around in my hands and i don't have a firm purchase, but it's amazing nonetheless. >[spoiler]I don't know if you've ever touched women's underwear, but somehow its like seventy times nicer than men's in terms of fabric quality[/spoiler] >[spoiler] It's got to be something to do with how thin the material usually is[/spoiler] >I've got my other hand slowly working under her skirt as well, but its slow progress because i have to stop it wherever it is and hold her tightly every time we play the chasing game. >The hand starts on her bare lower back. >Pauses temporarily on the mountains of her upper tushie. >Enjoys an afternoon stroll across her clothed upper thigh. >Uses the skirt as a shade from the hot summer sun on her lower thigh. >Eventually Monsieur hand makes his way to the bare upper thigh >He's on tiptoes now, sneaking ever closer to his goal. >He's on edge, he knows he might be caught any moment. >With relish he reaches ze goal he's been traveling for. >With one movement i clasp my hand softly over the entire crevice of her pantied crotch. >From her butt, to where my fingers are pressing lightly right below her lower navel. >She freezes >an odd look on her face as she sits up slightly. >She doesn't remove my hand though >Her legs squish together as she changes position and i find myself happily stuck here, one hand on her behind, one right between her hinds. >The only real sensation i can feel is heat emanating off of where Mr. righty is visiting. >Birthday finally speaks >"So...?" >So what i'm thinking in my head >i'm not sure this is what i should be saying right then though >My brain wasn't exactly working at full steam >Or half steam >Or any steam >It might have been empty >It must have been empty because i simply repeat "So..." and look at her questioningly. >Her confidence is back, she doesn't look as fragile anymore, but i know it's probably all there if i poked the wrong spot. >"So... am i better?" >Holy shit that's what this was about wasn't it >I completely forgot >Of course you're fucking better woman, i would have just told you if you asked me >Not that i mind how you asked of course >In retrospect this would have probably been the proper response >Instead i try to be suave and "cool" >yeah, im cringing too. >"You had to ask?" Was my ill thought out response. >To make it worse i punctuated it with a wiggle of my fingers right where she could feel them. >this seemed like a good idea at the time >Her funny look doesn't stop >It doesn't change to hurt, or sadness, or happiness >It's just kind of confused. >I can almost see her changing slowly from "Loved" to "Unwanted" in her eyes >My brain isn't working correctly because she's still got her knee pressing firmly against my hardness >But i can tell she's not liking the answer >I dimly realize i probably just made it about sex and not her >I had given the equivalent to the after-romp question of "Was it as good for you as it was me?" >Don't ever do that anons. >I rack my mind and just blurt out an answer i think will smooth it over. >"Yes" >That does it, her entire posture softens >Her upper body relaxes, her chest sinks an entire inch and brings her beautiful breasts along with it. >Her eyes are back to smiling >i retreat to my older thoughts of "I would have just fucking told you woman" >I say some of these words >Looks like i'm not fucked >I'm just looking at her expectantly >I'm pretty sure i had a pleading look all over my face. >Please insert another coin to continue >pls >She repositions her knee, it's no longer pressing firmly against me, instead its on the other side of my leg >This opens up her crotch, and lets my hand breathe again. >She's just kneeling above me topless. >Both of her legs straddling me >Both of my hands under her skirt, one on her left buttcheek, one placed flatly across her panty-covered most private place. >She's not moving >She's got a kind of quizzical smiling face on, like she's deciding if she wants to do something or not. >I take the chance, might as well >I take the hand i have on her crotch and place a firm amount of pressure with my middle finger right into her pubic bone. >I just watch her face, as i slide it down, inch by inch across her panties. >Where her slit starts... >She's got a look of focus on her face as if she's concentrating on something. >Halfway down >She strains a tiny amount and bites her lower lip. >Bottom of the curve >No movement in her face >still the same focused concentration. >I round out the last bit with the lightest caress of what i could only assume was her rear, before i moved my hand to the back of her thigh. >Her look softens, then hardens again. >She seems to have made a decision. >"Thanks for picking me" >She leans over and picks up the bra where she left it and begins putting it back on. >Million things going through my head >She definitely thinks that she is for-sure the one i picked during the kissing game. >I mean the whole point was to give everyone enough clues to think it was them >But now she REALLY thinks it was her. >I'm not sure where my opinions lie on this >She's got her bra back on though, hidden the precious things from sight while i was thinking about what she just said. >Still have my hands on her glorious ass though >Aint taking this away from me >She stands up >She's taken this away from me >I see a hand hovering in my vision >Oh i guess i should take this >I'm hauled to my feet >Still have a boner of a million armies >I'm not stopping here >Fuck that >I wrap my arms around her, pinning one of her arms to her side and the other between me and her. >I lean in for a kiss >I close my eyes >I meet her finger >I open my eyes >A single finger separating my lips from meeting hers. >She's giving me another quizzical look, but its softer and it's almost saying "I'm sorry" >I have absolutely no clue what she's thinking but i was just kiss-blocked by her finger >She lets loose a whisper >"Not now..." >Her breath is hot and cascades across the features of my face >It feels lovely >But > ): >I let go >She backs up and straightens up >She points at the sink >We're both kinda covered with slobber i guess >It's not a very cheery time, we both kind of just solemnly clean ourselves up and wipe away any traces of what happened here. >Its much easier since we don't have shirts on >We finish cleaning up and i get another sad apologetic look from her >I don't know what i could have possibly done to deserve that look >It must be something she doesn't want to tell me >Maybe she's afraid of being caught by everyone else, or something else simpler. >Caught >Oh right we should probably not exit the bathroom together >I offer to go first and just duck into the guest room and wait out her reintroducing herself to the crowd for a while. >I do just that >I close the door behind me >The room is a darker and much quieter stark contrast to the rest of the house >I guess the girls were back in the living room playing video games from what it sounded like. >I turn away from the door and glance over at raven >she's somehow shoved all the pillows all over the place and is lying on her back. >I remember this is a bad thing >I walk over and sit on the bed >half of her torso is sticking out and it looks like she's half tangled in the blankets >I think one of her feet is even hanging off the edge under the covers >She seems to be sleeping happily unaware of this though >Silly girl >I slightly chuckle to myself comparing her chest to the two i had just had shoved in my face. >Still, small has its merits, and i shove this thought from my mind as i roll her over. >little bit of repositioning later, i've got her back on her side and wrapped up properly. >Even got her arms around that hugging pillow, her chin resting on the corner of it softly. >She has no clue, but she's winning major cuteness points in her sleep >fokin adorabul >I hear the door click though and i'm brought quickly out of my dawwing >I turn around to find glasses closing the door behind her >She turns around and seems completely surprised to see me. >I mumble something like "she was just sprawled, i put her back on her side" >She doesn't seem to say anything, she just gives a kind of half-nod. >I guess that was a good enough excuse to have been gone for all this time and found in the room with an unconscious half-naked girl in it. >I hoped glasses trusted me at that point, i sure felt like she did. >She turns towards the door and starts to leave >I stop her >"Glasses" This is just her full name >"Are you mad at me?... from earlier?" >She doesn't turn around >We're both just standing there silently for a bit >longer than a bit, it's maybe 20 seconds, neither of us saying anything. >Eventually she turns around >She turns with one leg, the other just remains stationary >It's more of a pivot >She's smiling though >The light is kinda bad, but from the distance i think i see a wet spot between her nose and her cheek. >I wonder if she was crying, but i'm interrupted by her chosen statement. >"No" >This is just a harsh flat word in my ears >I'm crestfallen >I know that she means way more than she's saying >I'm mulling this over, what her real opinions are on the subject for about a third of a second before she continues >"Because you chose to kiss me first".

>When we left off, glasses was pretty much shoving us out the door to take a shower. >She probably saw what we looked like. >I take Glasses' hint and i clasp raven's hand and lift her off the bed >At first i'm supporting her, but she seems to have no problem walking after a short bit. >We exit birthday girl's room holding hands >A long hallway between us and the bathroom. >This hallway is adjacent to the living room. >Barefoot on cold hardwood floors >But before that, like every hope and dream i'm shattering for you, lets talk about holding hands. >Holding hands is a mathematical nightmare >First of all we were both covered in various liquids from our sleeping bag ordeal, so our hands were both a disgusting mixture of sticky and slippery at the same time. >Keeping our hands together was like holding onto glue that hadn't dried yet >we were pretty much stuck together without taking a good amount of effort to extract ourselves. >this wasn't a bad thing >The hand holding itself is almost more difficult to explain than everything before this point >Oh wait no its not, just take your left hand and hold hands with your right. >Its like that >But its a girl *fireworks* >[Spoiler]I guess its a guy if you swing like that tho anon[/spoiler] >[Spoiler]If You don't understand how crazy this psychological aspect of holding hands with someone is.[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]You're connected to them in the most innocent way possible, its like accidentally brushing skin with another woman you have a crush on, or accidentally touching someone else's hand as you go for something.[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]There's absolutely no sensation to it at all when you really think about it[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]Its all in your head, and in your head its amazing[/Spoiler] >Then comes the Height difference part, luckily raven and I were about the same height so we can skip that. >Just know that it's a tactical nightmare to try to figure out how to hold hands if you're both different heights, because your hands can't get to a "Resting" position without one person holding them up. >Next comes the "Moving while holding hands part" >walking step in step isn't going to happen unless both of you have your full attention on doing so. Most of what happens is one person ends up leading and the other ends up following, which makes it far less romantic than it would be otherwise. >As a result, Glasses shoved us out the door with me in the lead and raven tagging along behind. >I wasn't dragging her behind me or anything, she was just... out of it >kinda in that mode where you just let someone lead you off to whatever because you don't want to think too much. >because the house was extremely quiet and dark at whatever spooky hour of the morning it was, we're absolutely terrified of making any sounds. >this and the floor is god damn freezing, stupid hardwood floors >i'm sure my nipples were as hard as diamonds >all you can hear are the light pitter patter of our footsteps as we inch down the hallway >nothing else is making a sound in the house, just us, and it sounds like each footstep is a thousand times louder than it actually is. >I can happily say you all know what that feels like. >Not to mention our breathing, smooth but shallow each breath almost timed in order of one another, i take my turn, she takes hers. I take my turn, she takes hers. >This hallway feels like it goes on forever >After another couple more seconds of small steps down the hallway >*CREAK* >Like a fucking gunshot >We both jump like four feet in the air as i step on a loose board >Because we're both naked there's no rustling or other assorted sounds panicked teenagers make >But we were both terrified, we can both sense that >Just in the way that our earlier breathing has stopped entirely and we're both holding our breath >Do not want to be discovered naked in the hallway together by blondie, homely or birthday girl >MFW we're only about 60% of the way down this fucking hallway >Breath still held i take a look back at the girl i've been leading down this landmine filled hallway of fear >Tiny bit of light streaming in from a nearby window. >Raven is a complete mess, her shoulder length hair is sticking off in every which way, locks of it are tangled and rolling down her cheeks. >She's got various wet patches on her cheeks, something gooey dripping off her ear and her forehead is just her pretty hair plastered with wetness to her head. >huge patch of gooey shiny and slimy something all over her lower jaw and chin >i wonder what that could be. >Her eyes catch mine >Our eyes lock >I can't really see the colors of them too well, but i know they're a deep green and my mind fills in the rest >The kind of color of an unripened lime, or those green rings in fruit loops or something relatively romantic that i can't really think of at the moment. >Emeralds, probably emeralds >Did i mention i absolutely love eyes, Raven's has definitely caught me staring at her eyes before. >Staring into someone's eyes is like the most intimate thing you can do without physical contact, you can see everything anyone ever wants to or doesn't want to tell you in how they hold their gaze to your own. >Examining the way light reflects off of them, how big each ring of the iris or pupil is, and the facial expressions that come along with it. >Begin to get lost in examining her eyes again >It's probably been like 2 seconds >She gets embarrassed and turns averts her eyes. >Left looking at the side of her face and not the wonderful green globes i was enjoying. >youdirtytease.gif >Quickly scan down the rest of her >Throat >Shoulders >Upper chest >She's got goosebumps >I knew it was cold, i'm not a pansy i swear. >Her breasts are covered in goosebumps >The thought comes to my mind that goosebumps look hilarious when you actually look at them. >her breasts and upper chest is just covered in thousands of tiny little bumps >Raven wasn't really that well endowed, A / AA cup breasts >Small kinda globes of flesh, not big enough to need a Bra (but she wore one anyway to make them look bigger). >Probably would look amazing in a Tank top or tight T-shirt >And she had these tiny pointy nipples that just jutted straight out >On second thought she probably had nipples as hard as diamonds too >Also would look amazing in a tank top or tight shirt >Would probably look amazing in anything >urge to cop a feel rising >Obviously because i was male and they were breasts, i was staring >Raven doesn't like this (She was really self concious about her chest) and gives me a shove with her other hand. >We continue our tiptoeing down the cold hallway holding hands >don't step on any more landmines >make it to the bathroom with all limbs still attached >Get to bathroom, i'm the first one there >Stand outside the door looking in >Tiny bathtub with a shower and sliding glass doors >Bathroom is right across from the living room >Obviously going to wake up everyone if we take a shower here >Taking turns was not on our agenda >Raven had scrunched up behind me at this point. >Had her head resting on my shoulder looking into the bathroom. >She whispers "Master Bathroom" >Fuckin brilliant masterplanner she was >She's obviously been to this house more than i have because i'm clueless as to where that would be >I'm standing there looking around trying to figure out where this secret bathroom is >"Parents Bedroom" she mumbles >Oh shit >Parent's bedroom is all the way across the house >Only way into that part of the house is across the living room. >Solid Snake Mode Engaged >We peek into the living room >Birthday girl is sprawled out on the couch, her shirt has ridden up half way up her chest on one side but its completely down to her pants on the other. >One pants leg is all the way up to her knee, other is fine. >Blanket has fallen on the floor, with the bottom part tangled around her legs >Clothes do the silliest things when you're asleep >Homely is all zipped up in a sleeping bag with just her head sticking out. >Kinda cute face when she's asleep >Kinda >Blondie is out here too for some reason >Fear crosses my face as i realize she either woke up listening to the lewd things occurring in birthday girl's room or she was moved here. >Raven mentions glasses might have moved her >I sure as fuck hope so. >Blondie is sleeping peacefully but right across the entire available walking space of the room. >Cute face peeking out along with the top parts of her bunny PJs >10/10 adorable right there. >she's still blocking the way though, this is gonna be tough >Seeing that the coast is clear we begin the long trek across the living room >floor is carpeted so we get +10 to sneak skill >begin the trek across the living room >We're both craftily dodging various articles of clothing and food packages littered all over the floor. >God damn ninjas over here >*Clang* >Raven hit a soda can with her foot >Great dishonor upon raven's ninja famiry >It echoes pretty loudly as it skitters off and ends with a thud at the bottom of a table >Submarine Mode Engaged, Breath held, Motionless. >Nothing happens >Nobody even moves >Resurface and return to stealth mode >Halfway across the room now >Crossing in front of the couch, homely is laid down parallel to the couch but with a decent pathway between the two. >Trying to lead raven through the valley of sleeping girls >still holding hands with her right behind me >this hand holding is making it pretty hard to get through without stepping on homely's sleeping bag >Dont want to let go because this is fucking fun >Halfway between couch and sleeping bag >Look over towards sleeping birthday girl >stomach and curve of one breast is showing >no tits, just that delicious underboob >i've obviously paused or something >Raven notices me staring >Jealousy >I get my left butt cheek pinched pretty damn hard >not hot at all >that shit hurt >i wasn't even staring that long you bitch >Almost let out a yelp but i hold it in >I'm not even mad but i might as well act the part >Glare daggers back at her >She's got a picture perfect mischievous smile on >My gaze melts instantly and i can't help but stifle a giggle >Mostly because she looks hilarious with her current getup >Her finger instantly goes towards her mouth in a characteristic "Hush" motion >Sneak mode Resumed >Finally almost past the couch >Time for the final obstacle >Mount blondie >"Mount Blondie" is not a valid action at this time >I... i meant she was like a mountain we had to climb over b-baka! >She's sprawled out across the entire floorspace with her head near the couch and her feet over by the TV >Trying to figure out where to cross the sleeping girl without disturbing her >decide that just taking a big step right over her head is probably the best idea >tentatively put my foot out and over her body >Firmly set it on the other side >Legs pretty spread at this point over her >I'm wagglin in the wind. >Oh man i hope to god she doesn't wake up right now >The sight she would see >Feels dirty man >Slightly embarrassed at the thought, so i hurry up and finish moving to the other side >Raven's turn >She takes the same step that i did, but this time with me helping her by holding her arm up and supporting her. >She's a little wobbly but gets a firm foot down. >She's just as spread out as i was >Please don't let blondie be awake >Please don't let blondie be awake >Of course, whichever god, alien race, or branch of the FBI that was listening to those thoughts had to intervene >We hear a loud snort >fuck >We freeze >Please don't let it be blondie please don't let it be blondie >Blondie's sleeping bag starts rustling >Fuck oh fuck oh fuck >Raven is still standing there with her crotch spread eagle right above blondie's face >I'm thinking this is some twilight zone level coincidental bullshit >but its not >we both realize its not blondie's sleeping bag moving >Homely's moving her feet and its rustling blondie's sleeping bag >Fuckin hell >Ends up homely gave off a snort or something in her sleep and rolled over >Honestly what do you expect at this point >homely man, there's a reason nobody likes her >After we nearly pissed ourselves in an extremely compromising position, raven gets her other foot over >Home stretch >Carpet, no obstacles >I got no clue where to go so raven takes the lead >We hit a couple of dark passageways, a secret tunnel and go through at least three revolving bookcases >Really though it was a super dark. >I think it was a hallway and a room or two, really i could barely see >Didn't stub my toes at all on things i couldn't see, Raven; best nightvision goggles a man could ask for. >its those green eyes, fuckin magic i swear >We get to the parent's bedroom >it's pretty dark >flip on the light >HUGE ASS BED >They had a california King >thats like the biggest bed you can get >Raven and i exchange knowing glances >Mentally planning lewd in the future >She leads me across the room and around the gigantic bed towards the door on the other side >Since the lights are on, i get to stare at the subtle jiggle of her tush as she walks. >Dat Ass >Not just Dat Ass, i get to intently examine the curves of her back, the smooth lines where her shoulders meet and even the curvature of her spine. >Women's bodies are amazing >As i'm staring at her curves and luscious everything we turn the corner of the bed >I stub my toe on the corner of the bedpost >God damnit >Half hopping on one foot and with raven giggling, we reach the master bathroom. >Turn on the light >Its massive >Tile floors >Giant bathtub >Huge walk in shower >Marble counters >Far as hell from the living room >Probably soundproof if we close the door >Raven releases my hand and pulls it away pretty quickly >It sticks to my hand and there's a definite sensation of it peeling away as she does it >It feels awful, but the worst part is that she's no longer holding my hand >She rushes out of the bathroom >Its almost soul crushing, i'm left there standing and contemplating suicide or something >pls come back raven ): >I stand there kind of awkwardly for what's probably the worst 4 seconds of the night >then raven's back >She grabs both my hands and is holding them facing me now >fingers intertwined again, hell yes >"I closed the bedroom door" >Fuckin brilliant i tell you this girl was >Taking her hint, i back up into the bathroom door and use my foot to close it softly >Hands still intertwined we try to move over to the master shower >This doesn't work very well >we end up crab walking like idiots, and realizing someone needs to turn on the nozzle and all that >The shower has this fancy lever with hot and cold nicely labeled, so i take the hint and extract a hand and start the "Getting it hot but not too hot game" >Raven's just smiling like a happy fool, im sure i was too >Temperature is right and steam is slowly fogging up all the reflective surfaces in the bathroom >Sexy shower scene time >Oh wait, no showers don't work like that >More soul crushing i guess >[spoiler]Now anons, if you've ever taken a shower with someone else you realize a lot of things right off the bat[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Firstly there's not nearly enough room for both of you to be under the water. No matter what you try[/spoiler] >[spoiler]One of you is going to get shafted on the being warm part[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Next up is the cleaning, in a shower you kinda have a routine, soap, shampoo, whatever you rub down and clean[/spoiler] >[spoiler]When there's two people suddenly all routine is out the window and you're just rubbing down one another's privates endlessly [/spoiler] >[spoiler]I mean technically we needed that but don't point that out i'm trying to remind you this is real life here : Sorry Lonely Anons[/spoiler] >Seeing as you now understand the predicament, we both were now trying to get under the hot water >Sadly the hand-holding was coming to an end about the second we stepped into the shower as well. >The water was washing away the stickiness and they just changed to slippery and smooth real quick. >That's alright too, slippery hands are great and can go all kinds of places >My hands being slippery and wet now, got to wrapping themselves around her back and squeezing raven as close as i could possibly get to me. >Because she's pretty much flat chest masterrace, the "When you hug a flat chested girl you hold her closer to your heart" was pretty damn true in this case >All i could hear and feel was the hot shower water and her heart beating against my chest >I was probably suffocating her a little bit too but i'm sure she didn't mind at the time. >We hold that position for a while, heads over one another's shoulder, hug probably as tight as could be >My thoughts drift to her breasts and how her nipples are digging into my chest >Boner at half mast, arise from the dead initiated. >Obviously nestles between her legs pointing downwards along the seam of her thighs >This is the best place for it >My mind isn't thinking a single thing besides how comfy this is right now >Hot shower >My best friend (who happens to be female) >happy place for penis to recover from blowjob >Pretty definitely one of my favorite moments for sure. >Sadly the favorite moment had to come to an end eventually >we got to the nitty gritty process of washing one another >Which was less nitty gritty and more my hands everywhere i could put them >First i had to clean her breasts >I grabbed the nearest soap (some of that doctor brom's peppermint stuff) >If you dont know what im talking about you're probably not a human >[spoiler] its like soap and peppermint oil, fucking smells amazing and it does "Other things" i'll explain in a second, everyone else knows what im talking about but : YW Non-Human Anons [/spoiler] >If you know what im talking about you know this was a terrible idea >So of course, both hands move to her breasts, i put her under the water and the "cleaning commences" >First the left breast, lathered up >Then the right breast, lathered as well >Then the entire area around them >Shoulders, arms, stomach >Back to the breasts >Back to the stomach again >Back to the breasts >I mentally say fuck it and proceed to just play with her breasts for another couple minutes >She doesn't stop me so you know whatever i figure they need to be clean right? >She's not even commenting or pushing me away >This is actually kinda weird for her >Force my gaze away from her breasts >Look at her face >She's got it completely scrunched up, looks like she's got trouble concentrating or even standing >Oh shit she's got really sensitive breasts >Drop my hands from them (regret it instantly) >She instantly returns to the land of the living and has a blush creeping into her cheeks >It creeps just about everywhere else >full body blush on a light skinned girl is amazing i tell you, you can watch it spread. >She doesn't say anything though, so i return my hands to soaping her up >Arms >Thighs >Legs >To get her legs i had to kneel down >Perfect face to crotch level >Of course all i can see is a big mat of wet pubes, but it was the first chance i'd had a good well-lit look at her crotch. >Actually any of the girl's crotches for that matter >Whatever it was, my male brain told me that it was perfect and i should worship it >The mind is always willing >Only half a boner still, i guess the body is weak >I rise back up and start with the breasts again >can you really blame me? >Raven is back in another land, eyes nearly rolling out of her head. >Just some girls are like that, you touch the tits and they fall apart in your hands, others can't feel a thing. >[spoiler]Its definitely a fact that smaller breasts are way more sensitive[/spoiler] >Back to her breasts, i've got my hands tweaking her nipples now >Its not like the tactile sensation of nipples is great or anything, they're just really fun to play with >Raven is back against the tile of the shower now and i'm the one in the hot water >She's making about a thousand different faces a second >I'm thinking i must be amazing, some kind of crazy pleasure artist >Absolute master at pleasing women >Should sell my skills >In my megalomania inspired tit-play >I ignore the fact that raven now has goosebumps again >She's shivering (probably with how good i was) >She blurts out two words "i'm c-cold!" >Fuck >Peppermint oil >The second you get out of hot water its like toothpaste or spearmint gum and drinking water afterwards >that shit is freezing for no good reason >that's why she was making faces >put her back in the hot stream of shower water >problem temporarily solved >but breast induced orgasm chances ruined >My young mind was pretty disappointed, i could swear i had read it was possible somewhere. >Not to be dissuaded i start again >Raven's not having any of that, pushes my hands away and tells me to finish up properly. > ): >I take the time to soap up the rest of her front >work some soap into her pubes as well >until it looks like she's bleached them into a frothy white mess >Bleached pubes should be a fetish >Ignoring the obvious thing she wants me to do >Or i think she wants me to do >I flip her around >i start soaping up her shoulders >Lather the hell out of her back >God its so much fun to play with a girl's soapy back, so many creases and ravines to get lost in >So many bumps to feel and patterns to trace >What can i say, i take joy out of the most silly things when i'm with women. >I soap up her lower back and butt next, then skip down to her thighs and lower legs >Same deal as with the front, i get to pretty much put my face inches away from her ass >Giant globes (when you're that close) of delicious soft flesh >Cop-a-feel-initiated >Obviously playing with the butt is just as fun as the breasts, but lots different >You get to press the cheeks together until there's just a seam in the middle >You get to pull it apart and see the inner prizes within >Since raven had a small but cute round set of buttocks, my hands and mind were in a happy place. >After playing with it for a minute, i get an idea after pulling her cheeks apart >I stand up fully, bring my hand down and rest it on her lower spine, making sure it's nice and sudsy from the peppermint >with my other hand i wrap it around her waist/stomach and pull her close to me >Slide my hand down until its resting in the crease of her asscrack >Slide it lower >Begin fondling/soaping up the entire length of her most intimate places >Im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, >but she's squirming >Probably good >After a bit more of this smooth soaping, i take my middle finger and try to stick it in her soapy pussy >I say try >I miss >I use too much pressure in the wrong place >Middle finger right in the ass >I'd love to tell you she moaned, or bent over and asked for more, or did anything even remotely hentai/porno/h-manga ish. >She didn't >She squealed "Eeeek" >My hand was quickly extracted >I mumble a couple apologies and make excuses about it being soapy >She's not really mad or angry, just not alright with that kind of thing at the moment >Makes sense, a finger in my butt would probably go over just as well with me. >Oh well, a vagina is fine too >facing her front now, hand snakes down to her pubic mound >Starts rubbing >Her hands are on mine in an instant >Holding them still >Oh nope >One word from her mouth "Sore" >Well that was probably to be expected >this girl had gotten off atleast five times that i knew of tonight, and i was right there with her >and i would bitch about how badly my balls hurt, >but you know i kinda liked it. >She decides its my turn to get washed >oh man >She doesn't start with the penis >Hopes and dreams crushed, perfect girl no more >She starts by lathering up my butt >what the fuck >Mind assessing possible avenues of escape >this isn't ok >I know what's coming >this is my fault >i did this >i didn't ask for th... >She grabs my butt and stops my thought with a kiss on my lips >much better than expected >10/10 no finger in butt >The kiss turns into a french kiss >11/10 no finger in butt >She starts grinding her pelvis against mine >12/10 no finger in butt >That did it >Better than perfect >My penis is now hard as a rock >Welcome back old friend >The kiss is pretty awesome, but Glasses girl has her beat on the lung technique >She tastes pretty sweet though, so its confirmed that 2/3 holes are delicious >Glasses girl was more tart in almost a dirty lusty sort of way >Raven is just all sweet >Raven breaks the kiss and goes back to the soaping endeavor >She's shivering again >That god damn soap man >Fucking freezing i swear >Water also isn't super hot anymore >Pretty warm though, we still have time. >Her hands feel amazing >Seriously she's got them everywhere >They rub my chest, my shoulders, arms, thighs, back >God damn best feeling ever >girl hands are best hands >She's alternating between goosebumps and shivering though >That soap >Perfect excuse to frequently stop her and pull her close under the shower >Eventually we just give up on soaping >and she just cuddles me close under the quickly cooling hot water >Its pretty warm still >it might just be the peppermint soap making us cold >We're definitely cuddling though >Showers are awesome >Her hand slides down my slippery belly >Her other hand gets the peppermint soap >Oh no >She proceeds to soap up both my crotch, and her own again >My boner is totally in the way >We have it pressed between one another pointing straight up >Right between her belly and mine >I've got no clue what this is called but it feels amazing >You should probably know what it feels like >[spoiler]Its like you take your penis and pull it straight up against your stomach, then press a pillow down on top of it and hold it firmly against your own stomach[/spoiler] >[spoiler]But its a girl, and its a very very hot, slippery stomach[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Plus you can kind of thrust it and get some amazing friction, specially if you can catch the head of your penis on her bellybutton[/spoiler] >It feels amazing >seriously even experienced anons should read those spoilers >Did i mention i was doing a little bit of the thrusting thing? >And she would take her soapy hand and slip it between our bodies and just fondle the top of it >This almost deserves another spoiler >[Spoiler]Ok yes it does[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]but i'm pretty sure most anons here know that if they soap up and play with only the head of their penis its a REALLY unbearable feeling[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]We're talking you're going to go weak kneed and have to stop because you can't take it.[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]Its almost funny, like its a ticklish kind of good feeling[/spoiler] >[Spoiler]this is what playing directly with a girl's clit feels like to her[/Spoiler] >[Spoiler]If you grit your teeth and go with it though, you'll get a crazy orgasm, it's just almost painful to do[/spoiler] >[Spoiler]The more you know.Try it.[/Spoiler] >HNNGGGGG >I was probably going to just splatter her with cum right then and there >She realizes this >She stops moving and holds me still >Her hand still resting on the tip of my penis >TORTURE >PLS MOVE >Start giving her puppydog eyes >[spoiler]Or sad kitty cat eyes (if you're not a dog person)[/spoiler] >[spoiler]let it be said that storybro is an equal opportunity storyteller[/spoiler] >She backs away slightly, and kinda roughly actually moves my penis down >Until its pointing right at her thighs >Yesyesyesyes >She slides it forward and its touching her tangle of black pubic hair now >this actually tickles >this REALLY tickles >i start laughing >She gives me a weird look >Pretty sure she thinks i'm laughing at her >actually full out laughing now because the laughter is jiggling the head of my dick up and down >its rubbing against her bush >She's giving me serious hurt eyes now >i cant help it, she made the tip really sensitive by rubbing it with her hand >Moment probably ruined >Try to sober up and stop laughing >its really hard >i actually can't breathe >[spoiler]Your dick is REALLY sensitive when you do this anons, just be warned[/spoiler] >Raven is backing away and lets go of me >She's hurt >Hurt girl mode activated >She slinks all the way into the corner of the shower >looks like she's going to cry >I'm bent doubled over laughing >Finally catch my breath and see her >Between giggles all i can blurt out is >its >hahahah >not >hahahaha >funny >she's probably actually crying now >i can't tell because she's wet anyway >i try to say something, force my stupid body to breathe >all i get is laughter >mixture of breathlessness and laughter >i try to hold the head of my dick and try to stop it >god damnit it tickles so much >this is what happens when a girl gets you close by just rubbing the head. >raven at this point has shrunk up into the corner trying to make herself look small >i know i'm probably killing her on the inside >im supposed to be her friend >[spoiler]low self esteem is an awful thing[/spoiler] >[spoiler]if you know any women with this condition who are pretty, please go out of your way to fix it anons >compliment them, flirt, [/spoiler] >[spoiler]tell them the features they fear are bad are instead great.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]because its a crippling ailment we can prevent, like forest fires, or rap music[/spoiler] >Raven's pretty much done with the shower at this point though. >She's in the corner farthest away from the door >I'm between her and the exit >She tries to rush past me, going around the outside of the master shower area (its pretty big). >I'm still laughing, but i've atleast got control of my motor skills >i manage to grab her wrist and hold on tightly >Unwanted physical contact at this point >She's squirming >She's definitely crying >Real amounts of hurt in her voice as she's probably concocted some evil world where i'm laughing at her because she's unshaven or something. >Or something "Looks" funny >Did i mention crippling self esteem issues does that to people. >She's protesting with various sounds, and >i just try to keep her from leaving. >Her voice is up and down, even cracking a little bit as she's almost sobbing "Let Go!" >This is killing me on the inside >I don't know what i'm supposed to do >I have a really disraught on-verge of screaming teenage girl i'm barely holding back from leaving a shower >I can't stop laughing >Holy shit me, get it together. >I give up trying to control her as she's squirming around in the middle of the shower >give her a firm tug and actually pin her up against the wall >She's blurting out things really loud now >its in my head this is really not good, cant get caught like this >Just about screaming my name, bloody murder and all manners of things. >I do the only thing i can do to make her shut up and stop screaming. >Take a guess >[spoiler]i hit her[/spoiler] (Imagine a 10 minute delay between posts here) >with a kiss >im sorry anons, i know i just wrenched your hearts to a million little pieces and back again >But thats my job >I keep it going until my lungs hurt >she's wide eyed staring directly into mine >look of fear on her face. >or maybe its confusion >or just a girl who's had her heart broken and put back together and broken again. >I'm still stifling giggles into her mouth >my penis is back up against her leg now and its not helping >seriously stop it boner >I keep the kiss going for what feels like forever >Every time i giggle air kind of puffs out her cheeks and air escapes between the gap of where our mouths meet >its not helping because thats kinda funny in its own way >really am kissing her for a long time >It probably is forever because my lungs are burning >I'm actually holding it long enough that i feel like passing out >Giggles are slightly under control now >Lack of air and pain definitely helping >still giggling >she's crying >this is probably rape >wait a second if i can't breathe then how is she breathing >this is probably rape and murder >She seems alert and not suffocated though, probably just rape >Either way i'm dying for air so i drop the kiss >I was actually seeing black dots in my vision >practically gasping like i ran a mile >just holding her up against the tile wall, my body against hers >my head pressed over her shoulder. >my forehead pressed onto the cool tile of the shower wall as i gasp for breath. >the lines of the tiles are swimming infront of my eyes, just shimmering. >I don't know what kinds of faces she's making >But i had just forced a thousand emotions upon her with my lips. >she is gasping for breath, i guess i was a little harsh >I'm not laughing anymore >still can't talk because i need that oxygen stuff that keeps me from dying. >Tiles are still a mixture of black dots, spinning and shimmering. >start gasping out words >i'm right next to her ear so i know she can hear me loud and clear. >"You" >About three seconds of heavy breathing >"Made" >Another three seconds >"Itsensitive" (was all one word at the time) >Probably four or five more seconds before i realize i need to clarify >"Ticklish" >She's silent for pretty much no time at all before she makes a sound >It sounds like something halfway between a sound a seal and a mouse would make. >I dont know what i meant, but it sounded like a good sound >Like a relieved sound >i really don't know how to describe it, but it was a happy not-humany sound >girls make those sometimes >I take it as a "you're out of shit creek anon" sound >atleast i hope that's what it was >still suppressing giggles >probably still up shit creek without a paddle >or a boat >We're just like that for a little bit before we realize we're both still covered in suds >And its freezing >Peppermint soooaaaapppp >Back in the water we go >water is definitely not hot anymore >warm at best, transitioning to lukewarm >End up both huddled shivering under the showerhead >not warm enough to stop us from being peppermint cold if we take turns >Its so damn cold! >Soap was a bad choice >End up in the position that started the laughing again >Head of penis isn't as sensitive anymore >can safely nestle it up against her. >happy place >she spreads her legs a tiny bit >penis goes between the thighs >what is this magical sensation >her crotch is like a degree or two hotter than her thighs >Her thighs are rubbing me from either side >She's wet and slippery from all the soap >This is fucking amazing Raven is up against me again, head on my shoulder. >i get a whisper in my ear >"The soap is tingly" >"Its driving me crazy" >I stifle another giggle >Holyshitwhatswrongwithme >Atleast she doesn't look hurt anymore, but she might have her doubts >Still though this is like a triple contact job or something >Can you even get more body parts covering your penis at the same time, i don't think so. >I start gently thrusting, just back and forth. >She's putty in my hands now, every time i pull back the ridge on the head of my penis rubs along her ass >And the bottom half of her sex >and drags a generally great amount of friction across her outer lips. >for me its like the earlier stomach job + the friction of her vagina >Plus the hairs have this coarse texture to them as they rub across all my other body parts >i can't imagine what it feels like to her but im sure its great >Suddenly >She squeezes her thighs together tightly >God damn pressure on my dick so good >Holy hell i'm going to die right here and now >I'm done with subtlety, its quicktime event button mashing time. >Press X to Thrust >Press X to Thrust >Press Y to pull girl towards you >We're both spamming quicktime button events like crazy >Breathing like god damn lunatics, ragged breaths everywhere >Her pubic hair is tickling my balls >[spoiler] This is a fucking amazing sensation[/spoiler] >I've got probably a third of a minute before i explode >Raven has her hands on my butt again, pulling me closer each thrust >Each time my pelvic bone is actually grinding against hers >Holyshitholyshitholyshit >No words to describe >Getting close >Raven pulls me close one last time, one hand firmly grasping my butt > nearly tearing into it with how hard she's holding it. >Hurts so good >Her other hand slides down my buttcrack >OH NO >TOO CLOSE TO STOP >I get a single soapy index finger in my butt >Blow my god damn load right then and there >All over her thighs and ass >All over the tile wall behind her too >Weak kneed is an understatement, that was probably up in my top ten of orgasms at that point in life. >Atleast top four, or five. >I don't know if raven came or not >I'm definitely too worn out know or notice >She's got a smile on though i guess it was good enough for her. >Then her smile turns to a frown. >The water is not warm anymore >its actually pretty cold >fucking freezing actually >We get as far away from it as possible and she actually laughs >Its a happy sound >Its a good sound to hear since minutes earlier she was letting out some of the saddest sounds i'd ever heard her make. >We turn off the shower and exit the room holding hands again >But it's fucking freezing >SOAAAPPPP >So we drop hands and grab towels and start drying ourselves off >And yeah a bit of one another >Mostly her hair, it was super wet and hair takes forever to fluff dry >Dry and still freezing >SOOAAAAPP >this soap really does chill you to the bone for like 15 minutes after the shower >My balls were freezing because that was where the most soap was last >I'm sure her privates were cold enough to make her a frost witch >God damnit >so cold >She's complaining too >god damn freezing >this fucking soap man >We're both completely dry now >shivering >god damnit >huddling together for warmth won't work >we figure we might as well start on back to the birthdaygirl room because its freezing and we need clothes >slip out of bathroom holding hands again but freezing cold this time >lights are off in parent's room >what >fumble around in parent's room for lightswitch >turn it on >Our clothes are neatly folded and sitting in the middle of parents bed >spooky.jpeg >we both figure we might as well get dressed >i get my shirt on, and then reach for my underwear >none > -.- >whatever, i grab my pants and put em on raw, shirt too, jacket probably in other room >raven has her old clothes back on, all clothing intact >t-shirt, bra, panties, pants >(i just thought you would want to know) >clothing accomplished, we check the time >6:15 >Toofuckinearly >We contemplate sneaking back to birthday girl's room >But its too much of a hassle, and we have a hueege bed right here >dont even have to say anything to one another >Raven just crawls all the way up the bed (its huge) and lies her head down on a pillow >Of course she pats the spot right next to her >putmeinchiefigotthis >i fly through the air and land in the exact spot she wanted me, >[spoiler]and by that i mean i crawl over because i'm tired[/spoiler] >she drapes one of her arms over me, and then slides the other under the pillow i lie my head down on >fuckin magic tricks >god damn perfect arm positioning >i do the same thing to her and find my arm isnt going numb >she's brilliant i tell you >i probably mumble something along those lines too >but we're out like snug bugs in a rug >last thing i remember is her head nuzzled against my chest >and how much that was probably uncomfortable because my chest is not a soft thing.

ANNABEL AND MR. NASH Copyright 2013 by Lorenzo Marks (MF, nc, humil, bd, exhib, spank) (Author's Note: If you want to find out how Annabel became entangled in this humiliating trap, lease first read Part One - `Annabel's Initiation') PART TWO - ANNABEL'S TRANSFORMATION Chapter Seventeen Annabel didn't sleep for a long time. It was well over an hour before her tears stopped, but even then her mind was a whirlwind of agitation. Everything that Nash had inflicted upon her during the day seemed so unreal that had she not been shackled face-down on the bed, she could easily have believed it had all been a horrible nightmare. In less than a day, she had been stripped, forced to dress up in humiliating clothes, covered in shoe polish, bathed, paddled on her naked buttocks, and then finally... what did he do to her? The violation that she had been expecting had thankfully never materialized, but the revolting masturbation that had followed, had left her on the brink of despair. She could still feel his hard penis sliding up and down between her buttocks and his sticky, clammy mess as he rubbed it into her skin! Once more she was on the verge of quitting. With the obscene penis gag in her mouth, and her arms and legs spread wide, there was nothing she could do right now. But when Nash eventually released her from the bed, she would demand her possessions back and leave. She simply would not be able to stand a whole year of this abuse. As a parting shot she would inform Nash that she intended to report him to the authorities. That would give the sadistic old pig something to think about! She pictured him falling to his knees, begging her not to report him - or would he? He had told her that he could remove all his kinky paraphernalia in no time, and that it would be her word against his. Meanwhile he would be certain to call Aunt Sissy, and then her future life of luxury would be over before it began. With her pajama bottoms at half-mast and her semen-coated buttocks exposed, Annabel's tortured and conflicted mind finally succumbed to sleep. * Darius awoke in his own bed with the most fabulous erection. He had to admit that he had gotten way ahead of himself with Annabel on her first day, but the young woman had proven too gorgeous to resist. He allowed himself a few moments to relive the sensation of his cock sandwiched between her warm ass cheeks. Oh Lord, I even licked her asshole! Darius put his hand to his mouth to stifle a sudden burst of laughter. He realized how close he had been to actually mounting her from behind, and was glad that he had withstood the temptation. He doubted if the young missy was still a virgin, but it was a possibility. He would have to clarify that today. What mattered now was taking the bull by the horns while she was still in a state of shock. He couldn't afford to let her recover. He climbed out of bed, threw on a robe, and then went into Annabel's room. There she was, the stuff of his dreams, sleeping soundly. Her head was turned to one side, her luxurious red tresses partly obscuring her graceful features. He crept a little closer to examine her semen-encrusted buttocks and then recorded the image with his Sure Shot. With the flash of the camera, Annabel's eyes snapped open. She looked disoriented, no doubt expecting to wake up in her own bed at Pemberton Hall, but then she began to strain at her bonds, uttering mild ululations through the gag. Darius parked himself beside her and stroked her hair out of her face. "Good morning, Annabel," he said in a kindly manner. "I hope you slept well. I have a lot of fun and games lined up for you today." * Why am I still here? I should have left as soon as he untied me! She had had every intention, and yet she had allowed Nash to deflate the penis gag and remove it from her mouth, un-cuff her wrists and ankles, and then guide her into the bathroom. She had already decided that if having a sexual relationship with Nash was the price of her fortune, then she would gladly forfeit everything. She was in love with Bobby, a handsome muscular sports jock, and her lithe young body was designed for a virile stud like him, not this ugly middle-aged man. She stood in the bathroom in her jammies, and watched in horror as Nash allowed his bathrobe to slip over his shoulders and onto the floor. She held his gaze, willing herself not to look down at the erection that he was surely pointing at her. "Raise your arms, Annabel," Nash said. Sluggishly she did as she was told, and was temporarily blinded as he tugged the ill-fitting top over her head. Nash's eyes automatically dropped to her beautiful breasts and Annabel watched transfixed as his Adam's apple danced in his throat. Then he knelt and pulled her pajama bottoms down - and they were suddenly both naked together for the first time! Wordlessly he took her by the hand and they stepped into the tub. Nash pulled the shower curtain across and turned on the water. As he took Annabel gently by the shoulders and positioned her under the spray, the tip of his penis bumped against her thigh and she yelped in surprise. While Nash poured liquid soap into his hands, Annabel felt the confines of the curtained tub closing in on her, but still she was unable to run. Inevitably, Nash started by soaping her breasts, and once again Annabel closed her eyes.&#8195; Chapter Eighteen I don't believe I'll ever get bored with these puppies! Darius thought happily, as he massaged Annabel's breasts. She had her eyes screwed tight shut and her fists were clenched, but judging from the erect state of her swollen nipples she didn't look as though she was in any discomfort - expect perhaps, that of her humiliation! He deliberately spent a long time on her boobs, lifting them up, squeezing them, and then rotating his palms slowly around her nubs before tugging on them and stretching them out - which elicited a gasp from the wet and naked girl. Eventually he re-soaped his hands and knelt down before her as if he was about to propose marriage - but his intentions were nowhere near as gallant! Mesmerized by her stunning young body, he paused to scrutinize every dip and curve - her trim little waist, her cute, indented bellybutton, her full hips, and her long, shapely legs. He marveled at the way the water dripped from her nipples and then ran in rivulets down her tight stomach and over her firm thighs. Finally he turned his full attention to her compact little honeypot under its covering of soft, downy red hair. He had invaded her most private space before in this very bathtub of course, but then he had made sure to use the flannel as a buffer. Emboldened by the events of the previous day however, he now fully intended to delve inside her again, but this time with his bare fingers, flesh against flesh. Tremulously he placed his soapy fingertip against Annabel's slit and immediately her eyes opened and she lurched backwards, banging her head against the tiling. Darius waited anxiously. Had he finally gone to far? * He touched me there! It was not the first time that he had probed her most sacred parts, but this time without the protection of the flannel, the sensation of his bare fingertip against her vulva had felt like an electric shock. Even after all she had been through, Annabel had still been clinging to the vain hope that he wouldn't really go all the way with her. Now she realized she was just being nave and stupid. With every physical contact he was getting bolder, going a little further each time, in order to groom her for the inevitable ultimate act of intercourse! She jammed herself into the corner as hard as she could, hoping for a reprieve of some sort. He was still kneeling below her and the running water obscured her view, but she felt the palm of his hand against her inner thigh, pushing it aside firmly and relentlessly until he had positioned her left foot on the rim of the tub. Her tears began to flow, mixing with the shower spray, as he touched her again. This time she had nowhere to go as his digital invader wormed its way between her outer labia, drilling deeper until she let out an involuntary moan. When she was fully impaled, Nash gently withdrew his finger almost completely, and then slid it back inside her again, seeking out her g-spot - and to her mortification, finding it! In and out it went, his thumb pushing against her prepuce on each inward thrust, and inescapably she felt herself becoming lubricated as he increased his rhythm. Annabel pressed her palms flat against the tiles and mewled through her clamped teeth as the arousal built inside her. He's doing it again! she thought miserably. And this time he's going to make me come! * In a state of rapt delirium, Darius fixed his eyes upon Annabel's juicy wet cunt. He had planned to bring her to the point of orgasm and then deny her again, but once more this desirable young morsel was derailing his plans! He could just about hear her guttural warbling over the noise of the shower, and as he upped the tempo of his finger-fucking, her thighs began to shake and her stomach muscles twitched. He turned his head to one side and pressed his cheek against her flat belly whilst continuing to pump his hand back and forth. He could hear her stomach juices gurgling and could feel her breasts bouncing on top of his head as her climax approached. Suddenly she squealed and gripped his hair, and then her foot slipped off the rim, and the next moment she was sliding down into the tub with him. She quivered and jerked and slapped him on the back of her head but still he kept on, adding a second finger now, slipping in and out of her slick cunt with ease. With water cascading over their naked bodies, they lay in the tub in a ungainly embrace. Annabel's left leg was draped over the side, leaving her inflamed pussy open as Darius sought to bring her to another peak. Somehow he had one of her nipples clamped between his teeth, and he pulled at it, making her squeal in pain. He rose up onto his knees, pulled his fingers out of her sopping pussy, and turned off the shower faucet. Annabel was staring up at him with wild, big eyes, her shiny breasts rising and falling with each juddering breath. He looked down at her puffed-up labia surrounded by matted red hair, and knew that he could quite easily mount her right now with his rigid cockhead just inches away from her Holy Grail. But there was something not quite right. By lying there in a posture of apparent submission, she was actually subtly turning the tables on him. He had already lost his self-control, and with it, most of his dignity. By succumbing to her overwhelming charms, it would appear as if he needed her, and that was not the impression he wanted to create at all - and it was a situation that needed to be immediately redressed.&#8195; Chapter Nineteen Waiting - but not at all ready - for the worst, Annabel watched in amazement as Nash slowly rose to his feet and stepped out of the tub. He had a glowering look on his face that seemed to intimate that she had done something wrong. She remained supine, legs asunder, too surprised and relieved to think about covering herself up, and she watched him apprehensively, wondering what the hell was going on in that depraved mind right now. Nash stood naked in the middle of the bathroom and turned to face her. Aware of his aroused condition, she kept her eyes on his. There was something very disquieting about the way he was regarding her, and now she covered her breasts and crotch with her hands. Finally, he spoke. "Do you see what you have done?" Oh shit, the authority figure is back! Not understanding, Annabel remained silent. "Get out of the tub." Still keeping her hands strategically placed, Annabel maneuvered herself into a standing position and then gingerly stepped out onto the vinyl-covered floor. Apparently attempting to make his meaning clearer, Nash glanced down towards his groin. "Look at what you have done, Annabel." The penny had dropped, but there was no way she could bring herself to look. "You know the penalty for failing to obey me," he warned her. Oh, no, I can't look at it! "If you don't acknowledge the problem you have caused, I'm going downstairs..." "Okay, okay!" Grimacing, she allowed her eyes to drop down to Nash's midriff. He had a fairly substantial belly which was covered with a layer of dark, coarse hair. Below it, protruding from a thick, curly black nest, his excited member jutted towards her. Horrified, she immediately looked back up at his face. "I said, look at it!" Nash snapped irritably. "This is all your doing." How is it my fault? Annabel thought helplessly. Again she reluctantly lowered her eyes. It was thick and quite long, and it curved upwards like a banana with a glistening purple plum on the end. Gross! "As you are responsible," Nash said, "I think you should do something about it, don't you?" * It was as much as he could manage to keep the quiver of excitement out of his voice. Once more he was going to test the limits of her endurance, but more importantly, he was in the process of manipulating the situation so that it would appear as if she were the guilty party. "Come over here and get on your knees, and have a good close look at what you have created with your disgusting performance in the shower." She glanced up at him and almost spoke back, but then thinking better of it, shuffled forward and dropped to her knees so that her face was inches from his swollen bell-end. He looked down at her, and seeing that she was focused upon his navel, shouted, "Look at it!" Annabel jumped at his command, and lips trembling, directed her gaze at his proud member. Her mortification only served to arouse Darius further, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Now that she was on her knees before him, the fun and games could begin. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Knowing better than to look away, Annabel kept her pretty eyes on his erect cock and mumbled, "I... I don't know." "Then let me help you," Darius said. "You say `I am sorry for sexually arousing you with my disgraceful behavior in the shower, Mr. Nash.'" After a moment's delay while she was evidently weighing up the unfairness of what he was making her say, Annabel repeated the absurd statement. "And I deserve to be punished for it," he added. Almost choking on the words, Annabel reiterated her guilt. "Very well," Darius said. "But before your punishment begins, you'll have to take care of the problem you have created." He swallowed, and yet again braced himself for her sudden flight. "Do you understand what I have just said?" Annabel's only response was a single tear rolling down her crimson cheek. * Above her, Annabel's tormentor said, "Hurry up girl, I haven't got all day." It was obvious what he wanted, but she had to ask him anyway. "What do you want me to do?" His verbal torment was relentless. "What do you think, dummy?" With a low sigh, Annabel raised her hand, and with shaking fingers, wrapped it around his shaft. It had finally happened, and the cruel bastard had engineered it so that she was the initiator of this latest vile act between them. His silence told her to get on with it, and so she began to slowly masturbate him, something she had only ever performed on Bobby before. She could hear his breathing quickening as she slid her fingers up and down, and belatedly remembering that she was directly in the line of fire, she pulled her face away. "Get back in place," Nash breathed huskily. Annabel squeezed out another desolate tear as she comprehended what his intention was. Oh, you sick pig! But he wasn't finished there. "Open your mouth." Shocked, Annabel halted her pumping action. "Do it!" he hissed. She could have let go, could have stood up there and then and walked away from her fortune, but she didn't. Something was compelling her to stay and finish the task. Maybe it was the fact that if she went now, everything she had already endured would have been for nothing. Or was it the fear of him distributing those humiliating pictures of her to her friends? She was no longer sure of what she was doing or why, so she just fixed upon the only constant that made sense anymore. Think of the money! Feeling like a two-bit whore, Annabel opened her mouth. She could no longer see his glans, and now she stared blankly at his fat stomach, trying not to retch at the sensation of his skin moving under her fingers as she worked his stiff cock. She heard Nash issue a low, guttural grunt, and in the next instant the first spurt of his seed hit the back of her throat. Instinctively she let go of his dick and jerked her face away, but not before the second salvo hit her on the nose. "Ugh!" Annabel gagged and tried to hawk up Nash's briny issue, but to her utter dismay he had already clamped his hand over her mouth.&#8195; Chapter Twenty What a sight! As Darius came down from the throes of his heady orgasm, he gazed in wonder at his beautiful young victim. A white sticky glob of his spunk dangled from her cute little nose. She remained kneeling, and although he had his hand over her mouth, incredibly she wasn't fighting to get free. Her glistening eyes were focused upon his navel, and she was making strange little mewling noises as she struggled not to swallow his semen. Poor thing! Why did she think he was forcing her to keep her mouth shut? "Swallow." She mumbled something through his fingers and shook her head. "You're already going to be punished for masturbating in the shower, so I suggest you don't make things worse for yourself. Swallow." He felt her hot breath streaming out of her nostrils onto his hand as she contemplated this latest disgusting outrage. "We'll stay here like this until you do as I say," Darius admonished her. "But let me tell you that you have already made your punishment worse." Annabel made a plaintive gurgle and then Darius watched her neck muscles contract as she gulped his ejaculate down into her stomach. The seal of our intimate bonding! Darius could never have dreamed of achieving so much, so soon! Satisfied that she hadn't faked it, he removed his hand and she let out a spluttering gasp. "Did it taste good?" Annabel didn't respond, but the defeat in her eyes was plain to see. How would she ever be able to recover from this? Even though they hadn't had intercourse, and her lips hadn't actually touched his glans, they had climaxed in turn whilst naked together in the bathroom. You couldn't get much closer as a couple than that! But Darius' depraved imagination was already dreaming up so much more. * Back in her bedroom, Annabel waited while Nash flipped through her clothes rack for her new outfit for the day. He had put his robe back on thank God, but she couldn't shake the image of his flabby, hairy body from her mind - in particular, his thick, veiny, purple-headed penis! So much had occurred since her arrival that she was having trouble on focusing. She felt as though she had already been here a year, and Pemberton Hall seemed like a distant memory. She understood amidst her distress that she was in danger of being totally eclipsed by this odious man. Somewhere, somehow, she was going to have to remain focused on her prize. In a year's time, she would be rich and independent - then she could plot her revenge. Meanwhile she stood naked and feeling quite nauseous at the though of his sperm settling in her stomach while this complete stranger laid her clothes out on the bed. She supposed she shouldn't have been shocked after what she had been through, but the ridiculously skimpy cosplay maid's uniform still caught her unawares. "Put it on," Nash commanded, whilst ferreting through one of the closet drawers. He hadn't provided a bra, and when Annabel had buttoned up the black top, she understood why. Trimmed with white lace, it barely covered her breasts, and the material was so sheer, her nipples were clearly visible. The skirt - if you could call it that - was made of the same see-through nylon, had a small white apron sewn into the front, and stopped at the tops of her thighs. There were no panties on the bed, only a pair of white silk garter belts which Annabel donned with distaste. Finally she stepped into a pair of black five-inch pumps and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a comical parody of a French maid, and for all intents and purposes may as well have been naked. Even though he had seen - and touched - everything that mattered by now, somehow this bawdy outfit made her feel even more exposed! * Darius turned around and surveyed his sexy little maid. Perfect! He couldn't wait until she was house-trained and he could show her off to some of his more like-minded associates. She looked absolutely delectable - but he still had a few finishing touches to make. First, he handed her a small white cap. "Can't have a maid without the proper headdress." After she had put on the cap, he sat on the bed and placed her tiger stripe thong, a pair of linked silver balls, and a plastic zip-lock bag beside him. "I told you I would allow you to wear some of your own clothes," he said. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to go about your chores with your cunt exposed all day." Despite all they had done so far, she still colored up beautifully! "In case you thought I had forgotten about your punishment, you were wrong," Darius said. He held up the balls and they jingled when he shook them. "These are `Ben Wa' balls. Many women like to walk around with them inside their pussies. It keeps them in a constant state of mild arousal. These have got little chimes inside, so I will be able to hear you as you attend to your duties." Relishing Annabel's open-mouthed expression, he handed her the balls and said, "Put them in, that's a good girl." She stared, dumbfound, at the silver balls in her hand. "In...?" "Inside your cunt, dear," Darius said, off-handedly. "You know, the one you are so fond of playing with." When she continued to stare at them in disbelief, he added, "Are you looking for additional punishment?" He watched entranced, as his shame-faced faux-maid opened her legs, and then awkwardly spread her labia. She pursed her lips, turned bright crimson, and looked away from him as the little metal intruders disappeared from view. "Excellent," he said, feeling his cock rising again. "But this is supposed to be a punishment, so I'm going to add a little something to your underwear." He opened the zip-bag and sprinkled the contents into the gusset of Annabel's thong. "These are dried, crushed, maple seed pods." Annabel simply looked at him, the blushing in her cheeks now accentuated by the `Ben Wa' balls she had just inserted into her vagina. "Home-made itching powder," Darius explained contentedly. "By the time the little silvery hairs have worked their way up into your ass and pussy, you'll be very sorry that you were such a wanton little girl in the shower."&#8195; Chapter Twenty-One An hour later, the itching in Annabel's crotch and between her buttocks, had become almost unbearable. She had loaded the washing machine, vacuumed and polished, and was now dusting in the living room while Nash sat in an armchair reading a newspaper. Almost reading that is, because she was aware that every minute or so, his beady eyes would flick up over the top of the page to secretly ogle Annabel's ass or cleavage. Earlier he had instructed her about `deportment whilst cleaning' which involved walking with her shoulders back in order to accentuate her bust, and worse, whenever she needed to reach down for something, she was to bend at the waist while keeping her legs straight. Not only was this uncomfortable posture inconvenient, but it afforded Nash a generous view of her buttocks, which were effectively naked on either side of the small strip of material that ran up between them. As she had set about her tasks, with the revolting little balls tinkling softly inside her, Nash had made sure to record her movements with the ever-present camera. If those pictures were ever to be made public...! Thankfully, nothing of a sexual nature had transpired yet, although she was acutely aware of the fact that she was still carrying his semen in her gut. She had hoped to have an opportunity to sneak back to the bathroom and throw up into the toilet, but Nash had refused her permission to go. Now however, her embarrassing and exposed condition was secondary to the agonizing torment going on between her legs. He had previously forbidden her to scratch while she performed her duties, but now the irritation was driving her crazy, and she began to wriggle her thighs as she flicked the feather duster over the furniture. Finally the excruciating sensation was just too much to stand, and her hand automatically dropped under her micro-skirt, her fingers frantically scratching at the front of her thong. "Ahem," Nash said from behind her. "What do you think you are doing?" * Gleefully, Darius watched the wretched girl withdraw her hand from beneath her skirt. Under the pretense of reading the newspaper, he had been surreptitiously observing her progress, and as the minutes had ticked by, her attempts at keeping her composure had grown increasingly futile. At one point, Annabel had bent over with her legs straight, as per his instructions, and he had immediately whipped out his camera to capture the image of her gorgeously rounded ass cheeks. As soon as the flash had gone off, she had jerked upright again, but not before he had had time to spot a delightfully raw area around her mons. On examining the camera's display screen, his suspicions had been confirmed - the itching powder was definitely doing its work! When Annabel failed to turn and face him, Darius said, "I told you not to scratch yourself. What kind of a girl plays with herself in public? Did you do that in front of Mr. Barclay at Pemberton Hall?" Her shoulders stiffened at the mention of her former servant's name, and without reply she continued to dust. Observing her in the skimpy uniform, with the sexy white garters, and the high-heels emphasizing the smooth lines of her legs, Darius was becoming seriously aroused again. But mindful of his earlier loss of poise in the shower, this time he would have to engineer a way of touching her that would also allow him to maintain his hauteur. The way that Annabel's ass and thighs were twitching told him that she was on the threshold of losing it. After fighting for so long, the agitation in her nether regions had to be reaching unbearable proportions! Darius now decided to play his ace card. "Although you are forbidden to touch yourself, I am quite happy to do the honors for you, if you so desire." She stopped dusting and turned towards him. Her flustered expression was confirmation enough that she was desperate for relief. "Please, Mr. Nash," she said in a barely audible whisper. "I can do it myself. May I go the bathroom?" "Absolutely not. I've offered my assistance, but if you don't want it, then you had better get on with your work." Hiding his exultation at her embarrassing dilemma, he pretended to return to his paper. Incredibly, Annabel dug in and continued to dust, although her jiggling hips betrayed her agony. However, she only lasted another couple of minutes before she turned towards him again and said, "Okay." * It was hopeless! The last thing in the world that Annabel wanted right now was for Nash to touch her privates again, but the irritation was driving her insane! He had already been there, so it wasn't as if she couldn't survive it. Let the horrible pig have his fun! As humiliating as it would be, at least she would get some respite from her torment. Nash lowered his paper. "Okay, what?" Annabel drew a breath and said, "Okay, you can scratch me." "Don't do me any favors," Nash snorted. "Do you think I haven't got anything better to do than play with your pussy?" Annabel blinked and gaped at him. "But I though you wanted to...?" "Wanted to what? You're the one with the itchy cunt." The vicious bastard! Surely he's not going to leave me in this state? But when Nash returned his attention to the paper, it became evident that he most certainly was! Her eyes brimming up yet again, Annabel drew on every ounce of her resolve and forced herself to ask him. "Will you do it?" Once more, those nasty dark eyes engaged hers. "Ask nicely." Oh, you rotten fucker! Annabel wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at the ceiling. "Please will you... scratch me?" "Scratch you where, Annabel?" Almost hyperventilating with shame, Annabel said, "My... my... crotch!" "Your crotch, or your cunt?" Shaking her head in despair, the tears now rolling freely, and the itching between her legs forcing her to rotate her hips wildly, Annabel yelled, "My cunt! Please scratch my cunt, Mr. Nash!"&#8195; Chapter Twenty-Two Mission accomplished! Now Darius would get to play with Annabel's soft, juicy pussy again, only this time he could pretend that it was all a tiresome chore! Even worse for the hapless girl, he intended to keep up the illusion that she was somehow to blame for her troubled condition. This was definitely the way forward, and in time he hoped that Annabel would eventually come to accept his sordid charades as reality. Feigning impatience, Darius folded his paper and said, "Oh, very well. Come over here, turn around, and bend over." Even in her agony, Annabel hesitated at such an indecent request. Still fighting, eh? "If you don't come over here right now, you'll lose your chance. I won't offer again." With a look of desolation on her pretty little face, Annabel approached him, turned her back and bent forward. The ridiculously small maid's skirt rode up over her buttocks, giving him a lovely close-up of her inflamed labia which flared out on either side of the thong. Darius swallowed hungrily and said, "All the way down, and grab your ankles." Annabel did as she was told, practically thrusting her delectable hammock into Darius' face. Her body went rigid as he took hold of her waistband, slowly pulled her thong down to her knees, and drew a delighted breath. Oh, my dear God, the `Ben Wa' balls have been working their magic too! Not only were Annabel's pussy lips red, moist and swollen, but her anus and perineum were also slick with her seeping juices. Almost choking on the words, Darius said, "Open your legs dear, so that I can get a better look." With a mournful sigh, Annabel shuffled her feet apart until the thong was stretched thin between her spread knees. Darius raised his right hand and gently rubbed his thumb along her irritated cunt lips, and in spite of her obvious mortification, Annabel groaned with pleasure. The poor lamb must have been in agony! Using both hands now, Darius parted her labia and inhaled her feminine musk. He could see one of the silver balls inside her soft, pink vagina, and he gave it a little prod, causing Annabel to yelp. Continuing to stroke at her puffed up sex, Darius now placed his thumb against Annabel's wrinkled little anus, and gradually worked it inside. * Beside herself with shame, Annabel clung to her ankles and looked upside-down at her tormentor. The relief that his probing fingers were providing her was almost divine, and as he pressed his thumb deeper into her itchy asshole, she responded automatically by pushing back onto him. Ooh, that feels so good! She hated herself for feeling this way, but there was no denying it - the wicked old bastard was not only soothing her pain, but with the help of the persistent `Ben Wa' balls, he was quickly bringing her towards another unwanted climax! As her ecstasy built however, Annabel suddenly became aware of another sensation building in her bladder. Horrified, she let go of her ankles and tried to straighten up. To her shock and chagrin, she felt a stinging blow across her right buttock. "Get back down!" Nash hissed. "But I need to... oh, fuck! Please stop!" "Stop?" Nash mocked. "But a moment ago, you were begging me to scratch your quim. I wish you'd make up your mind, girl!" "No, you don't understand!" Annabel wailed. "I'm going to... oh!" Nash had his thumb deeply embedded inside her anus now, rotating it around and blissfully easing the burning inside. With his other hand, he alternated between tickling her mons and tugging at her pubic hair, before plunging three fingers inside her and literally fucking her with his hand. Frantically, Annabel tried to wriggle away. She was being ripped apart by the blessed release he was giving her, the impending explosion between her legs, and the horrible prospect of losing control of her bladder. In the end, predictably, Nash gave her no choice. As she bucked her hips, he grabbed hold of the waistband of her skirt, and the next moment a wave of ecstasy pulsed through her body. Her orgasm was so powerful that she crumbled onto her hands and knees, and screamed with pleasure. But Annabel's euphoria was soon replaced by paralyzing horror as her bladder finally gave way, and she felt herself gushing over his hand. * Darius felt her hot piss on his fingers, but he didn't remove them. Instead he watched mesmerized, as the yellow liquid emerged first as a dribble, then a trickle, and very quickly turned into a powerful spurt. She was on all fours now, her face buried in her arms, her naked rump thrust up towards him. He allowed her urine to soak his shirtsleeve and then fall in a noisy cascade between her spread thighs, drenching her taut thong, before forming a spreading dark stain on the carpet. The whole spectacle - her juiced-up cunt, her inflamed labia, her red-raw asshole, and her misery at disgracing herself in front of him - almost had him coming in his pants! He was quite amazed at how much piss the distraught wretch was producing, and from the way she was moaning into the carpet, evidently she was too! Eventually the yellow waterfall receded to a dribble down the insides of her thighs. The air was filled with the heady scent of her sexual arousal mixed with the more acrid smell of her micturition. Annabel was crying openly now, her shoulders heaving and her face as wet as her ass and legs. Darius pulled his fingers and thumb out of her sensitive holes and tried to pull himself together too. The girl looked utterly broken, and he realized that he had just opened a window of opportunity to compound her debasement completely. Slotting back into his authoritarian role, Darius said, "Do you know what you have just done?" Annabel was too distraught to respond, so he continued, "I obviously overestimated you. Sissy didn't warn me that you weren't house-trained." Then he had the most delicious idea, and said, "I think I might have just the cure for that."&#8195; Chapter Twenty-Three Up in Annabel's punishment room, Nash ordered her to strip. Still in a horrified daze at the way she had just shamed herself, Annabel complied without comment or hesitation. She stood naked before him, unable to meet his gaze, in the awful knowledge that she had just emptied her bladder all over his hand and then his carpet! Up until today, Annabel had always prided herself on her dignity and bearing. She was an immaculate dresser, and was scrupulous about keeping herself well-groomed. She had no dirty habits and avoided people who did. When Nash had molested her in the shower, she had been able to draw upon some measure of solace in the fact that he had been the instigator, not she. Even her confession in the bathroom had been dictated verbatim by him, and they both knew it. But there was no way she could accuse him of forcing her to pee all over the place! That had been her bodily reaction alone, and as much as she tried to convince herself that it would never have happened under any other circumstances, she simply could not dislodge the overwhelming sense of guilt that she felt right now. It was for that reason that she allowed Nash to guide her over to the heavy wooden chair in the corner. "Sit," Nash commanded, and numbly she planted her bare ass on the cold wooden seat. She stared straight ahead as he set about strapping her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. But when he locked the metal choker around her neck, she was suddenly galvanized by a bolt of panic. * Darius was quite startled at the noise Annabel was making. She had been unusually subdued since they had come upstairs, but as soon as he fastened the restraining collar she began to holler for all she was worth. "Please! Let me out! I promise to be good! Don't keep me here!" Interesting, Darius thought. She managed to pass the night tied to the bed, but this device has sent her into a frenzy! But rather than free the terrified girl, Darius had already thought of an exquisitely appropriate method of keeping her quiet. Trying to ignore her ear-piercing pleas, he went over to the closet and returned with a gag - but unlike the ball-gag that he had used to silence her the previous day, this one was fitted with a large metal ring. Because she was yelling at the top of her lungs, he succeeded in jamming the ring between her teeth and securing the leather strap around the back of her head before she was aware of what had happened. Still she continued to protest, but with her jaws now forced wide apart, all she could manage was a continuous gurgling scream. Darius stepped back to survey his latest masterpiece. Stark naked, totally immobile, with her lovely mouth stretched into an ugly gape, Annabel was a vision of vulnerability! Fascinated, he peered at her pink tongue thrashing around inside her mouth, and at her lips, glistening with her saliva. As the first rivulets of drool started to roll down her chin, Darius took his camera out of his pocket and started snapping away. When he had taken several shots of his bound captive, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. * Because of the tight collar holding her head back, Annabel couldn't look down, but she instinctively knew that he had exposed himself again. "As is my custom, the punishment will once again fit the crime," Nash said, stepping forward until he was inches from her face. "As you apparently get excited by piss-play, I'm going to treat you to some of my own." No! In vain, Annabel tried to turn her head as Nash lifted his right leg and put his foot on her thigh. Placing one hand against the back of her head, he leaned forward and then fell silent. With her mouth converted into an open and willing receptacle, there was absolutely nothing Annabel could do to stop this! A wave of hopelessness swept over her as she waited for him to concentrate upon his dirty task. Frantically she strained at her bonds, but they didn't budge. Then she heard him gently sigh, and the first splashes of his warm urine hit the back of her throat. Annabel coughed and withdrew her tongue as far back as she could, but the flow quickly intensified, and now she began to choke. Her panic soon escalated into hysteria as her mouth rapidly filled up with his piss. Unable to breath, she swallowed awkwardly, gulping down his waste, but there was so much that it soon overflowed down her chin and over her breasts. Her ears were filled with the gushing sound of his excretion, and her nostrils with its briny smell. The total indignity of what he was doing to her was soon swamped by an all-consuming terror. He's going to drown me! Reduced to nothing more than a human toilet, Annabel centered her attention on survival, breathing through her nose and emitting a continuous succession of hacking coughs, as the torrent went on an on.&#8195; Chapter Twenty-Four Does it get any better than this? As the pressure in his bladder began to ease, Darius looked lovingly down at his woeful prey. She was absolutely soaked in his piss, and steam rose from her gleaming skin. With her eyes tightly screwed shut, she could not see his rapidly swelling erection, but she would be aware of its presence quite soon. His own breathing trembling, Darius guided the tip of his cock to her lower lip, and then gently stroked it all the way around as if he was applying her lipstick. Unable to turn away, Annabel's only response was to wail unintelligibly. Darius started to pump himself, and then moved his hips forward so that his cockhead was now inside the fleshy cavern of her mouth. As his glans made contact with her tongue, she again tried to retract it. Her fight was absolutely useless of course, and Darius entertained himself for a while by teasing her, prodding at her tongue first, then dabbing at her palate, before thrusting his cock against the back of her throat. While Annabel gagged in response, Darius felt his cock convulse, and after a quick jerk of his wrist, he emptied his load straight down her esophagus. She choked and retched but had no option other than to allow his sticky seed inside her once again. As his orgasm subsided, Darius stayed in place, squeezing out the last few drops of his semen onto her tongue. Then he stepped off her thigh and sat down heavily on the bed. Annabel's eyes remained closed, and more tears mingled with the urine on her face as she balled up her fists. After he had regained a semblance of control, Darius tucked his dick away and picked up Annabel's damp thong. * He's done it again! There is even more of his disgusting mess sliding down my throat, soon to mingle with his piss, his waste water, created in his body, and now inside my own! It was the intimacy that Annabel found the most distressing. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she would be endlessly dressed up, paraded, humiliated, stripped, and then groped, but by turning her into a vessel for his bodily fluids, he was creating an illusion that they were somehow connected, that there was some kind of union between them. And how could she refute that there was? The filthy acts that she had been forced to participate in during their brief time together, had probably exceeded the normal sexual activities of most loving couples already! The distance that she had been hoping to keep between them had already been bridged. Enveloped in a fog of revulsion and horror, Annabel tried to vomit up his foul sectetions, but with her mouth as incapacitated as the rest of her naked body, she could only create a strangled retching sound as Nash once more appeared in her field of vision. "What a silly noise you are making," Nash said. "This should quieten you down, and hopefully after a few hours, it might also cure you of your deviant watersports fetish." He dangled Annabel's thong in front of her face before screwing it up in his hand and then pushing it into her yawning mouth. Absurdly, as she felt herself being stuffed full with the sodden garment, Annabel recalled the day she had bought it at Bloomingdale's. It was supposed to have been a treat for Bobby, but now it had been converted into yet another object of her degradation. With the `Ben Wa' balls still teasing the inside of her vagina, her anus and labia raw and agitated, and her urine-soaked underwear plugging her stretched mouth, Annabel could have been forgiven for thinking that her punishment was now complete. But Nash fetched one more item from the infernal closet. At first, Annabel was unable to ascertain what the black pouch was for until he stretched it between his hands and began to pull it down over her head. "I'm going to give you plenty of time to ponder your wanton behavior, Annabel," he said, and the last thing Annabel saw as he rolled the clinging rubber over her eyes, was Nash's hideous leering face, and then she was plunged into darkness. * Darius took his time documenting his handiwork with his camera. The rubber hood covered the whole of the top of Annabel's head, including her ears, stopping just above her nostrils in order to permit her to breath. When he had taken a good two dozen shots from a variety of angles, he pressed the soiled thong deeper into her mouth, before kissing her on each of her nipples. Such had been the rapid escalation of her destruction, that he wanted to press home his advantage quickly and completely. It had been barely twenty-four hours since he had first laid eyes on this delightful young girl, and just look at her! Utterly unable to move apart from wiggling her fingers and toes, the deprivation hood made the perfect finishing touch to the next stage of Annabel's training. Even though she appeared to have resigned herself to his perverted games, he knew that deep inside her mind, there would be a secure chamber, an inner sanctum, in which she would have locked away her true self. Darius was certain that the only thing keeping her going now, was the thought of emerging from her ordeal with her personality intact. And contrary to his earlier promise, Darius already knew that he had no intention of ever letting her go. He was totally infatuated, and a year of playtime with this wonderful morsel was way too short. However, the only way he was going to be able to keep her, was by reprogramming her psychological make-up, and if he was successful, long before the year was up, Annabel would have lost all perception of the life she'd had before - let alone the one she dreamed of in the future. Therefore, step one of her reconditioning, which had just begun, would consist of a period of sensory isolation and loneliness, during which she would come to welcome any human contact - no matter how warped or perverted it might be.&#8195; Chapter Twenty-Five There was no way of knowing how many hours she had been sitting there. She could no longer feel her arms or legs, although the persistent itching in her ass remained. The rubber hood tightly encasing her head ensured that she could neither see nor hear, but at various intervals, Nash had come to check on her. This she knew, because after an interminable amount of time, he had finally removed her thong from her mouth, after which he had squirted a sweet-tasting liquid onto her tongue. Even in her steadily deteriorating mental condition, Annabel had surmised that this must be some kind of glucose solution to keep her from dehydrating, and although she had been incapable of swallowing, it at least took away some of the bitter saltiness of her own urine that she had been forced to endure for so long. For a long while, she had hyperventilated, having never before experienced such a sense of helplessness and isolation, but as time had wound relentlessly on, her tormented mind had started to run an endless loop of images cataloguing her shame and misery at Nash's perverted hands. With no reference to time or space, she had been forced to watch this disgusting carousel, and as she had relived the pleasure she had taken from her forced orgasms, it gradually occurred that he might be right, that maybe she had always been a filthy little slut, and it had merely required someone like him to draw it to the surface. At some stage she must have drifted into a tortured sleep, because she was startled by the touch of his hands as he unbuckled the straps on her wrist and ankles. When he freed her neck, she turned her head from side to side and tried to stand, but her knees buckled, and if her hadn't caught her under the arms she would have collapsed onto her face. * With some difficulty, Darius maneuvered Annabel onto the bed and then removed her ring gag. She had been sitting motionless for four hours, and apart from the electrolyte drink he had poured onto her tongue, she had ingested nothing all day expect for his piss and spunk! Reducing her to a malleable submissive was one thing, but he needed to make sure that she stayed healthy. While Annabel lay like a rag doll on the bed, he took the handcuffs out of the closet and cuffed her wrists behind her back. There was no resistance on her part, not even a whimper of protest. Suddenly alarmed, he put his ear to her nose and watched for the tell-tale rise and fall of her breasts. Good Lord! She's fallen asleep! Even when he began to massage the circulation back into her legs, she failed to respond. When he had worked his hands up and down all of her limbs, he spread her pussy lips and pushed two fingers into her cunt. As he hooked his middle finger under the first `Ben Wa' ball, Annabel let out a gasp of surprise and tried to sit up. "Ooh! Please take the hood off. I can't see! Is that you, Mr. Nash?" Darius pulled the balls out of her cunt and patted her on the shoulder. She seemed to relax a little then, perhaps recognizing the now-familiar touch of his fingers. "Please Mr. Nash," she repeated. "Please take it off. I understand now. I'll be good, I promise." Darius paused and watched her luxuriant red locks protruding from under the hood as she turned her head blindly from side to side. Naked, with her arms shackled behind her, and unable to see or hear, she was his physically to do with as he pleased. And from the sound of her soft, imploring voice, something had snapped emotionally inside her too. * She assumed it was just the two of them there, but for all she knew there could have been a crowd of onlookers ogling her nude body. Right now, she couldn't have cared less. The only thing that mattered in her life was getting this suffocating hood off her head. She was trying to talk to him, and apart from his hand resting on her shoulder, she had no way of knowing what, if anything, he was saying. She really was willing to do anything to avoid being secured in the darkness and silence like that ever again! But how could she convince him? For a second, Annabel weighed up her options, and then knowing what he had always wanted from the very beginning, she abruptly came to a momentous decision. With a heaviness in her heart that she had never known before, Annabel stopped moving and lay back on the bed. Then she opened her legs, and with a juddering breath said, "Please fuck me, Mr. Nash." Heart pounding, she felt his fingers leave her shoulder, and she waited for the inevitable assault. She had already witnessed how hard he found it to control himself. The next few seconds seemed to drag on forever, but still there was no contact. Was he still there? Annabel spread her thighs wider and raised her hips of the bed. Perhaps he was getting undressed. Or maybe she needed to sound more convincing. "Mr. Nash? I... I'm feeling... you make me... horny. I want you, Mr. Nash. Take me... I beg you!" When Nash still didn't touch her, Annabel wondered if she had just made a terrible mistake. After all, the point of her punishment had been to curb her dirty sexual habits, and here she was, asking him to fuck her like a common whore! Now she tried to backtrack. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nash. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I thought you liked me, and well I like you, so...oh!" To her chagrin and surprise, Annabel discovered that her vagina was still slightly wet as she felt Nash's swollen glans pushing against her labia.&#8195; Chapter Twenty-Six Something must indeed have broken deep within her psyche! Darius thought in wonderment, as he watched his cuffed and hooded captive eagerly offer him her succulent pussy. Could it be that he had already achieved his objective in such an incredibly short space of time? There was a good chance that she was tricking him because she was a devious little soul - but then Darius was somewhat adept at mind-games himself. The fact was, he was well within his rights to penetrate her because Annabel was actually begging him to! Okay, a court of law might want to take her physical and psychological torture into account as mitigation, but he was confident that they were well past that eventuality. The bottom line here was that she was trying to initiate intercourse, not him. With that in the back of his fevered mind, Darius unbuttoned his trousers, let them fall down, and then stepped out of his shoes. After sliding his y-fronts down his skinny legs, he knelt on the bed between her outstretched thighs, and pointed his throbbing member at her sex. She was starting to apologize now, probably mentally squirming at her impropriety, and her discomfiture only served to heighten his arousal further. The sorrowful girl didn't know what to do! Leaning forward on his hands, with his forearms lifting her knees, Darius prodded at her opening. With a wiggle of his hips, he pushed forward and was both delighted and surprised when she yielded to him with relative ease. He shuffled forward, his tongue lolling out, as his prick slipped deeper inside her, and oh my, was she tight! He hadn't planned or expected their first coupling to take place like this, and in her own way, Annabel had yet again managed to defy him by dictating the course of events. But it was too late now. Even though she stunk of dried urine, he was going to fuck her, nice and slowly, relishing each sweet thrust. And yet, as he pushed himself in as far as he could, their pubic hair mingling together, he managed to remind himself of the importance of this moment. There would never, ever, be any turning back after this - Annabel would have to be all his. Leaning forward on his elbows so that his face was directly above hers, Darius used his thumbs to remove her hood. * Annabel tried to blink away the stinging sweat in her eyes. She could feel Nash's fetid breath on her face, and of course his thick rod inside her. As she regained focus, she saw that he had angled her legs up under his arms, so that her feet were on either side of her head. He was breathing heavily, and she suspected that his lack of movement was to delay the premature ejaculation they were both surely anticipating. With no option other than to look up into those dark, pitiless eyes, Annabel waited for him to speak. Finally, he said, "You asked for this, didn't you?" "Yes." "You begged me to fuck you." In spite of herself, Annabel felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. "Yes." "Why?" It sounded like a stupid question, but she understood the rules of the game and she had to give him the answer he craved. "Because... because I love you, Mr. Nash." "And you will do anything for me?" An unbidden tear trickled out of the corner of Annabel's eye as the brutal reality of the situation engulfed her. "Yes, anything." "No matter how vile or abhorrent it may be?" Annabel's reply was barely audible. "Yes." "Very well," Nash said huskily. "In that case, I will grant you your disgusting little wish, and give you the fucking that you so obviously need." He began to move slowly, only the slightest thrusting motion, but yet again her treacherous body responded, giving him the lubrication he required. "Do you want me to kiss you?" he hissed. "Yes." "Ask." "Kiss me, please." Nash planted his mouth over hers, and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. As their tongues thrashed together, Annabel knew that she had crossed another irreversible threshold. This wasn't the same as him ejaculating into her mouth. Now they were making love, and she was submitting to her new master! * Darius accelerated slowly, trying his best to draw out this pivotal moment in their relationship. It seemed inconceivable that the lovely young woman submitting to him was the same haughty bitch that had turned up on his doorstep only the day before! Feeling her lovely breasts squashing against his chest, and the tight velvety walls of her cunt squeezing his rigid shaft, he withdrew his tongue and kissed her on the eyes and nose, and then wiped her matted hair away from her forehead and kissed that too. Then he came. There was no question of him delaying it. As his seed rushed into her womb, Annabel's shoulders jerked and she exhaled into his mouth. He remained inside her for a long time, certain that this time, she hadn't climaxed. Again, he was overcome with resentment that she had used her youth and female charms to wrest the advantage away from him. There was of course, only one method that he knew of, that would correct that imbalance. He pulled out of Annabel unceremoniously, eliciting a gasp from the hapless girl. "There," he said brusquely. "You've had your fuck, and I hope you enjoyed it, because every time you indulge in your lewd addictions, I will punish you for it." Standing, he continued, "Go over to the punishment chair." "Please, no!" Annabel rolled into a terrified ball. "I don't intend to strap you in again," Nash said, turning to the closet. "But if you don't get over there now, I just might." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her jump up off the bed. After a cursory inspection of the rack, Darius selected an old-fashioned bamboo cane that he had been looking forward to using. "Turn around, put your hands on the chair and push out your butt." Her whole body trembling, the gorgeous young woman that he had just violated, obediently presented him with her naked rear. "Legs apart, head down!" When Annabel had assumed the humiliating and submissive posture, he raised the cane high above his head. Crack! He delivered the first stinging blow before she had time to prepare for it, and Annabel shrieked in pain. "You deserve to be punished, don't you Annabel?" Swish! Two welts began to rise on her perfect white cheeks. "Yes!" she huffed. Swoosh! "You are a dirty, oversexed slut who is infatuated with her master, aren't you?" Smack! "Aah! Yes, Mr. Nash! Please! It hurts!" Whack! Annabel's ass was now crisscrossed with angry red lines. "From here on, you will obey each and every command instantly and with gratitude, won't you?" Annabel's head came up in anticipation of the next blow, but it never came. "Ye... yes, Mr. Nash," she sobbed. "Okay." Darius lowered the cane, and ran his hand lovingly over Annabel's contused buttocks, causing her to flinch. "Next week, I will be having some friends over for a poker night. By that time, I expect you to have become a well-presented, efficient maid, who will humbly and enthusiastically carry out any command she is given. If you embarrass me, even in the slightest, your chastisement today will seem like a treat in comparison to what I will do to you, is that clear?" Annabel sniffed, head down and legs apart, displaying the soft folds of her hammock between her ruddy ass cheeks. "Yes, Mr. Nash." Licking his thin, purple lips in heady anticipation, Darius said, "Very well, then. Let your training begin." NEXT: PART THREE - ANNABEL'S DESCENT.

The Principal's Wife By Lorenzo Marks Mf, nc, humil, exhib, bd Chapter One For the first time in the three years that she had been teaching at Winston-Radcliffe High, Mrs. Caroline Lambert found herself physically incapable of opening the door to her home classroom. She still couldn't believe the absurd situation she had managed to get herself into, although given the added risks she had been running recently, it was hardly surprising that she had finally been found out. Lord knew, she had tried to find a remedy - psychiatry, drugs, even hypnotherapy - but nothing had worked. For most of her life, she had been a slave to this horrible compulsive disorder, and it had only been by the grace of God that she had managed to avoid exposure all this time - until now, that is. She was still unsure of how that hateful little man Mike Kettle, the gym teacher, had managed to catch her stealing from the teachers' locker room on film, but the e-mail he had sent her was as damning as it was terrifying. Her initial reaction had been to sit it out and deny any wrongdoing, but closer inspection of the images clearly showed the items in question being removed from a fellow teacher's locker. Stupid, insignificant things that Caroline had absolutely no need for - cosmetics, a book, a fold-up umbrella, pocket change. It had been Caroline's second excursion into the staff locker room - she had previously kept her compulsion outside of the workplace - and although there had been no formal complaints, her first victim must have mentioned something, which might explain why Kettle had put the hidden camera there. What had unsettled her as much as the shocking and unexpected e-mail, was his puzzling and troubling proposal. He had suggested a face to face meeting if she wanted to keep her crime a secret - unfortunately that was a no-brainer, given her high station in the local community - and when they had met up at an out-of-town cafe, he had been quite blunt in presenting his plan. After allowing Caroline to squirm and plead for a few minutes, he had agreed that their little secret would remain just between them, with one caveat - she was to report to her home room every Saturday afternoon for `detention'. He hadn't even given her time to think about it! A simple yes or no on the spot, and if her answer was the latter, then the photographs would be sent to her husband - who just happened to be the school's principal! The resulting scandal would have been unthinkable. Caroline was a highly respected member of the community. She organized several church fund-raising events each year, she was a committee member on the local women's society, and had even been the recipient of an award from City Hall for her charity work for the homeless. Not to mention the fact that her husband's social circle included judges, priests, wealthy captains of industry, and local politicians. No, for Mrs. Caroline Lambert, mother, educator, and all round pillar of society to be shamed publicly as a common thief was simply not an option! So as much as it galled her to have to give in to the common little man's demands, here she was on a quiet Saturday afternoon in the deserted school, reporting for detention, as Mike Kettle had disconcertingly put it. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to knock - the idea struck her as ridiculous - so instead, she placed her ear against the door. She couldn't hear anything, and peering through the frosted glass panel, it was impossible to tell if anybody was inside. For a moment, her heart-rate slowed at the possibility that he had just been toying with her. She checked her Bulgari wristwatch - an expensive anniversary present - and saw that it was actually three minutes past the arranged meeting time. It was possible of course, that Kettle was sitting quietly inside, and mindful of the catastrophic fallout should he follow through with his threat, Caroline took a deep breath and turned the door handle. Cautiously putting her head around the half-open door, she scanned the empty classroom. Her desk on the far right in front of the blackboard and national flag, was empty, as were the rows of desks facing it. With a sigh of relief, Caroline was just about to close the door and leave, when Kettle popped out from behind the door. "Hi, there! I'm glad you finally worked up the courage to come in!" "Oh!" Caroline started, putting a hand up to her chest. "Did I surprise you?" Kettle grinned. "Well you'd better get used to that. Come on inside and lock the door behind you." For safety reasons, the classroom door could not be locked from the outside, but there was a deadbolt on the inside. As she turned it, Caroline felt a knot of foreboding in her stomach. Following him over towards her desk, she also noticed that the blinds had been pulled down on all of the windows. What could he possibly have in mind that would require such privacy? In fact, that question had been tumbling around in her mind ever since her unwanted meeting with Kettle. He had told her she would have to serve a series of Saturday `detentions' until he was satisfied that she was sufficiently punished, but he hadn't gone into any details. Caroline had supervised countless detentions during her career, and for the most part they had involved extra study sessions, or long boring hours of just sitting. Was that what he had planned for her? Somehow she didn't think so. Kettle had already seated himself behind her desk, and Caroline found herself in the unaccustomed and somewhat belittling position of having to stand before him rather like a naughty schoolgirl. The only other option would be to sit at one of the students' desks, but that would present an even more deferential picture, so she stayed where she was while the despicable little man studied her with an impudent grin on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the moment, allowing his eyes to rove up and down her body, and she shifted uncomfortably. Totally in the dark as to what she might have to expect, Caroline had dressed in her usual summer outdoor style - a light floral dress pulled in at the waist with a matching belt, light brown tights, sensible flat shoes, and her customary string of pearls around her neck. She could only guess as to why Kettle was examining her so intently, but to break the tension, she said, "So what exactly do you want from me?" "Hmm," Kettle grinned, tapping his chin. "What indeed? What could you possibly have that I want, huh?" His cryptic response was as irritating as it was worrying, and Caroline snapped, "Look, I've come all the way out here as you asked, so you could at least have the decency to let me know why I am here!" Her haughty approached didn't seem to bother him and instead of answering her question, he said, "How old are you, Caroline?" Bridling at this unexpected overfamiliarity, Caroline said, "What has that to do with anything?" "Well, it's just that I've always imagined that you are hiding a rather curvaceous - if a little generous - figure under those frumpy frocks you like to wear." The sudden tangent this conversation had embarked upon took Caroline completely unawares. "How dare you talk to me like that!" "Come now, it was a compliment!" Kettle chuckled. "For a woman of somewhat mature years, I actually think you are quite a looker." To her chagrin, Caroline felt herself coloring up. "I-I... who do you think you are talking to?" she blustered. "A rather pompous woman, who, if I have read the situation correctly, finds herself in a very precarious situation at the moment," Kettle said, with a nod towards a nearby computer. The reminder had its effect and Caroline willed herself to calm down. Whatever this vulgar man had in mind would have to be weighed up against the terrible alternatives, because there was no escaping the fact that right now he had the power to destroy her life! "Well, yes," Caroline said, clearing her throat. "And I did express my gratitude for your silence in that matter. But I ask you again, what exactly do you want in return?" His greedy, leering eyes, combined with his recent inappropriate comment should have provided Caroline with a clue as to what was coming next, but even though she was an intelligent woman, the prospect of any improper conduct between them was far too outlandish for her to accept. "Okay," Kettle, said, placing his hands flat on the desktop. "I'll give it to you in simple terms. As I told you over coffee, your little secret is safe with me. But naughty girls deserve to be punished, don't they? As a teacher, I'm sure you'll agree. So during your weekly detention periods, I'm going to do just that - punish you." Caroline's head began to swim as the unthinkable started to come into focus. "P-punish? How?" "Oh, I'll be thinking up a whole variety of ways over the coming months - and I think you'll find that I can be very imaginative!" Quite a looker? Curvaceous? Imaginative? With a sudden twist of dread in her stomach, Caroline could no longer deny the implications of these menacing words. Although she had tried to dismiss it as too outrageous to actually ever become a reality, that nightmare was now in danger of coming true! "Are you saying that you want to have... relations with me?" "Relations!" Kettle chuckled annoyingly. "You really are a stuck-up cow, aren't you? Well, it's going to be a little more inventive than that, but yes, you're on the right track finally. I thought you'd never get there. Why did you think I didn't just ask you for money in return for my silence? I want to play with you every week. You are going to have to submit to my every desire, or face the consequences. That means you are going to have to climb down off that lofty perch and become my obedient little sex toy. Here in the deserted school, you will allow me to live out my fantasies, and in return you can go back to your snobbish lifestyle for the other six days of the week, without fear of exposure. It's your choice - but I warn you now, once you have committed yourself to my demands, I will not tolerate any noncompliance on your part. If this becomes too much like hard work, the deal is off, and I will post those images of you stealing all over the internet." "You... you mean there are going to be more... detentions?" "Oh yes," Kettle smiled. "You will commit all of your Saturdays to me from now on." Caroline realized that in addition to the fire in her cheeks, she was breathing heavily and perspiring somewhat profusely. "For how long?" Kettle shrugged. "Who knows? A month? Six months? A year? Maybe more. Until I get bored, I guess. The point is, you get to keep your high society lifestyle. So make a decision, and make it now." Feeling a little faint, Caroline mumbled, "I don't think I can... not with you..." "Just let me take the lead," Kettle said. "All you have to do is follow my directions - without hesitation or question." Feverishly, Caroline considered her options. She had not been sexually active with Mr. Lambert for some years now. She was forty-three years old, with two grown up children in college. There had been one or two clumsy advances made upon her at some of the various functions she had attended on her own - middle-aged acquaintances taking advantage of a quiet moment away from prying ears to obliquely express their interest in her - but she had always regarded them with bewildered amusement. Surely the time for romantic adventure had passed? Admittedly, she recognized that she had been quite beautiful in her youth, but coming from a deeply Christian family, she had not been allowed to date until Mr. Lambert - with an equally devout background - had declared his socially acceptable intentions. And so Caroline had remained physically loyal to one man alone all these years, and she had never had a reason or the desire to stray. He was a decent man, if a little stuffy, and if Caroline were to admit that her marriage had become a little stale over the years, there were the children to think of. Affairs? Divorce? Unthinkable! But now, Mike Kettle, a colleague whom she had had little prior cause to interact with, was articulating the same unsavory proclivities as her other, considerably more well-heeled, would-be suitors - only this time, she was in no position to rebuff him! Before answering, she fleetingly considered one other terrifying possibility - that of fronting up and admitting her crimes to her husband, thus negating any hold that Kettle had over her. The thought lasted but a nanosecond because she knew that her upstanding spouse would not be able to live with the shameful publicity, and her marriage and comfortable lifestyle would ultimately be over. Her mouth dry, and with as much dignity as she could muster Caroline said, "Very well, Mr. Kettle, what exactly would you like me to do?" Chapter Two Bingo! Mike hadn't been altogether convinced that Mrs. Lambert would crumble, but having come this far, he had guessed correctly that she was already prepared to do whatever it took to save her reputation. Now that he had her, it was a question of how quickly he should move things along. At least the nave bitch had finally cottoned on to the fact that her punishment would be of a sexual nature, and the fact that she hadn't bolted right there and then bode well for the rest of the afternoon. Although there was still a risk that she would have a change of heart and report him to her husband, Mike had a gut feeling that he was treading on continually firmer ground. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound! "As I said just a moment ago, I've always wondered what kind of a figure you've been concealing from us, so why don't you begin by taking off that boring frock?" Mrs. Lambert's lips parted and she glanced frantically at the covered windows to her left. Her normally pale skin turned pink, and Mike noticed that a little moisture had gathered in her green eyes. After a moment's deliberation, Mrs. Lambert slowly raised her trembling fingers and still looking off to the side, proceeded to pick open the buttons on the front of her frock. Mike leaned forward as the material parted at the top, giving him a glimpse of her generous cleavage supported by her white brassiere beneath the string of pearls. He followed her fumbling digits down as she finally reached the bottom, but instead of taking it off, she held the two pieces together, still focusing her glistening eyes on the window blinds. Her mouth had turned down at the corners in a combined expression of misery and disgust, and she really did look as though she was about to cry. My word, Mike thought, how will she react when she sees what I've got in store for her after this? "Come on, Mrs. Lambert," Mike said, deciding that addressing her formally would heighten the sexual drama that was about to follow. "We haven't got all day. Well actually we have, but I'm getting impatient. Remember what I said? Too much like hard work and the deal is off." That seemed to snap her out of her inertia, and with an expression of abject desolation on her face, Mrs. Lambert - the school principal's prudish and stuck-up wife! - shrugged the frock off her shoulders and, adding to Mike's enjoyment, carefully folded the garment before setting it on top of an adjacent school desk. As Mike would have expected from such a prudish woman, she immediately folded her arms across her ample breasts and tucked one knee behind the other. Mike wouldn't have been surprised if he was the only man other than her husband to have seen her in any state of undress. She was probably one of those wives who insisted that marital sex took place only under the bed covers and with the lights out! No, Mrs. Lambert's Rubenesque figure had most likely never been put on display outside of the privacy of her bathroom - but that was all about to change very soon! "Put your arms down so I can see you properly," he said. "I meant it when I said I wanted to look at your body. And would you also kindly look at me? I don't know what you find so fascinating about those window blinds?" With a pained expression lining her reddening face, Mrs. Lambert turned her head towards him but still refused to meet his eyes, preferring instead to fix her gaze on the blackboard behind him. Next, almost in slow motion, she unwrapped her arms from her body and brought them hesitantly down to her sides. Now Mike could finally decide if his suspicions had been correct about her physique - and he wasn't disappointed. Yes, she obviously carried a bit of middle-aged weight, which meant that she was a little thick around the waist, her thighs were on the chunky side, and she had a little belly protruding slightly over the top of her dowdy white briefs, but all the bumps and dips were in the right places. And then there was the delectable sight of her considerable bust, the twin mounds of white flesh veritably shaking with every little movement she made, and looking ready to burst out of her matronly bra! Holy fuck! I can't wait to unleash those monsters! Feeling his cock stiffening at the giddy prospect of playing with Mrs. Lambert's udders, Mike said, "Shoes and tights next, and no dawdling this time." With just the briefest of delays, Mrs. Lambert leaned down, her strawberry blonde hair hanging forward along with her pearls, and her massive jugs swaying in their frumpy harness. Mike could only guess at how embarrassed she must be feeling whilst undressing in her own classroom for him, but that would be nothing compared to the abject humiliation he planned to heap upon her starting real soon! Mrs. Lambert stepped out of her shoes, and after a certain amount of awkward tugging, pulled off her tights. Her legs were quite shapely, with surprisingly firm thighs and well-chiseled ballet dancer's calves - a feature that Mike thought would be greatly enhanced if he were to force her to parade around in a pair of five-inch heels! Putting that heady idea on a back-burner, Mike leaned back in his chair and let the poor woman suffer for a few moments. He could see from the anguish in her eyes that she had already descended into a forbidden world of sin just by stripping to her briefs and bra in front of him. Surely she had to be expecting his next two commands, although not necessarily in the order that kinky Mike had planned! "Right, then," he said, brightly, "let's get you out of those gigantic knickers, eh? My word, you could go camping in those ugly things!" His insulting banter must have registered with the tormented woman, because for the first time since she had commenced this unwanted striptease, Mrs. Lambert looked at his face. The slightest expression of contempt flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a mixture of resignation and despair as she must have finally accepted that he was going to make her strip completely naked! Mike leaned forward, his chin in his hands, as the stricken teacher gripped the waistband of her briefs, and slowly eased them down over her thighs. His first introduction to Mrs. Lambert's most intimate parts was a most generous reddish-brown bush that sprouted free from the top of the descending material. It seemed that the pious lady was not in the habit of trimming herself down there! Inch by delightful inch, Mrs. Lambert's vulva came slowly into view and Mike's erection grew ever harder. When she had worked her briefs down to her knees, Mrs. Lambert again bent over, allowing Mike another unsparing view of her dangling cleavage. Now Mrs. Lambert was forced to part her knees slightly in order to maneuver her underwear down to her ankles. When it was finally free, she picked the item up between thumb and forefinger, making sure to cover her crotch with her other hand, and dropped it onto the desk beside her. Such a neat and tidy woman! Mike thought. Even in these most testing of circumstances! With both hands clasped over her privates, she was inadvertently pushing out her bust with her upper arms, making her fleshy globes stand out even more prominently! "Still being coy?" Mike said. "Oh well, we'll get there eventually. In the meantime, why don't you give me a nice slow turn, so that I can check out your fat ass?" There was real hurt in her eyes now, and after having controlled herself so admirably, Mrs. Lambert blurted out, "You pig!" "I don't know about that," Mike grinned. "From all that white, wobbling fat I can see, you look more like the porker to me. Don't you get any exercise? Well, we'll soon put that right, now turn around before I lose my patience!" With a woeful sob, Mrs. Lambert closed her eyes and began her lewd pirouette. When she had her back to him, Mike commanded her to stop. As he suspected, she had a very full and voluptuous backside, and although they were starting to go south, her buns were still holding their shape. As he surveyed her nearly naked form, Mike became increasingly pleased with himself that he had begun this erotic journey. Contrary to his unkind comments, he was actually very impressed with what he was observing. Here was a mature woman built for comfort, and Mike had every intention of taking her for a test drive! In the meantime, the moment had arrived to finally unveil her `piece de resistance' - those delightfully huge tits! Keeping her facing the back of the classroom, Mike cleared his throat and said, "The bra now, if you please." A slight stiffening of the shoulders was accompanied by a faint mewling sound, as with shaking fingers Mrs. Lambert reached around behind her and undid the complicated array of hooks and eyes that held the formidable looking garment in place. Fuck me! Mike thought. There must be a lot of flesh constrained in there to require such a strong harnessing device! Of course, even with the stuffy frocks that she preferred to wear, it was patently obvious to all that she was a well-endowed lady - there was simply no way that she could hide it. But now she was going to have to show those puppies off to Mike Kettle, and that would be a long-held fantasy fulfilled for him in itself! Mike watched entranced, as first one, then the other bra strap slipped over her broad shoulders. To his utter joy, she was trembling so much as she freed herself of her brassiere, that even her comely ass cheeks were juddering! Still following her personal rules of neatness, Mrs. Lambert reached out sideways and the bra now joined the pile of clothes that she had so recently been wearing. It was time for a full frontal view, but Mike wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, and he said in a suddenly husky voice, "Keeping your hands by your sides, walk to the back of the classroom, and then turn round and come back towards me." In almost super slow-motion, his unhappy captive lowered her arms with her fists balled by her sides. Then, as if testing the water, she took an indecisive step forward. After another one, she stopped, and turning her head to one side, said, "Please...Mr. Kettle... Mike. Can't we...?" "It's too late for that," Mike interrupted. "Just keep reminding yourself why you are doing this. However humiliating and painful it might be, public exposure to your crime would, in the big picture, be much worse, don't you think?" On hearing yet another reminder of her predicament, Mrs. Lambert let out an audible, shuddering sigh, and continued her reluctant journey to the back of the room. Mike drank in every quiver of her rotund buttocks as she progressed slowly along. He knew why she was drawing it out of course - to delay the inevitable return trip back to him, during which he would get to feast upon her full frontal nudity! When she eventually reached the back wall, Mrs. Lambert paused and remained where she was, as if reading one of the notices pinned on the wall. But all Mike had to do was clear his throat, and she painstakingly turned around to face him. Keeping her eyes on the paneled ceiling lighting, she began her naked walk along the length of her own classroom as Mike visually devoured every part of her body. Her breasts were every bit as spectacular as he had imagined, still surprisingly buoyant as they trembled with every step, and punctuated with bulging pink nipples! Mike rubbed his erection that now strained against his underpants as his eyes traveled down over her rather endearing little paunch, and then to the thick thatch of rust-colored hair that covered her wide vulva. As she came to a faltering stop in front of him, he looked back up to her face, which was still tilted upward, and he marveled at the intensity of the crimson flush that spread down as far as the tops of her gorgeous breasts, contrasting against the white pearls that hung around her neck. Her unwrapping complete, Mrs. Caroline Lambert, the principal's wife, was now ready to be transformed into Mike Kettle's very own performing sex toy! Chapter Three The overhead lights were making her eyes water, which exacerbated the tears of shame that she was fighting to hold back, so Caroline lowered her face but still couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. This had all unfolded so quickly and unexpectedly that she could hardly believe that she was actually standing stark naked in her home classroom in front of a fellow teacher that she barely knew! It was a warm summer afternoon, and yet Caroline found that she was shivering because of her absolute nudity. She had been brought up under extremely chaste conditions, and she had carried this modest behavior through her adult life. Only her husband had ever seen her naked before, and that was many years ago! She waited while he enjoyed viewing her body, impatient to cover herself with her arms but, aware of her vulnerable situation, resisting the urge to do so. She had read once that nudism was regarded by some people as a liberating thing, but here in front of Kettle, she just felt filthy and violated. Oh, please hurry up, she thought miserably. I just want to get dressed again. What the heck is he waiting for? But now Kettle reached behind the desk, and she couldn't help glancing down as he placed a leather sports bag on its surface. Curiosity combined with trepidation as she watched him unzip the bag and pull out a strange-looking item that initially made no sense to her whatsoever. With a wicked grin on his face, Kettle stood and came around the desk towards her. Using all of her emotional reserves to stand her ground, Caroline watched in growing horror as he held the object up in front of her. Now she could see that it consisted of a headband with two abnormally long rabbit ears attached! Each ear was over a foot long, covered in black velvet, and dotted with tiny metallic sequins. It looked like the kind of idiotic apparel that kids wore to fancy dress parties! "I think you'll look rather adorable in this," Kettle said, with his face so close to hers that she could smell his pungent breath. As he raised the adornment towards her head, Caroline took an involuntary step backward. For some reason, she had clung to the idea that once he had had his fill of ogling her body, Kettle would allow her to put her clothes back on again. Now it was apparent that this was just the beginning of her ordeal. "You must be joking!" she gasped. "I'm not wearing that!" "Uh-uh," Kettle admonished. "You know the rules. If you give me a hard time, the pictures go out into cyberspace, remember? Now get back here and stay still." Caroline gulped and inched towards him, her bare toes feeling unnaturally exposed on the tiles. Then she bent her head slightly, feeling like an utter fool as he fitted the band over her head. With the blinds covering the windows, she automatically glanced at her reflection in the glass panel in the door, and immediately wished she hadn't done so. She looked absurd with her breasts naked and free, her pearls around her neck, and the ridiculously long rabbit ears sticking up from the top of her head! Again the tears welled up and she instinctively brushed a trickle away. "I don't know what you are so upset about," Kettle said. "I think you look lovely!" Caroline could have slapped him! Not only was the man a total pervert, but he was loving every minute of this emotional and physical abuse! The urge to cover her body was even more intense now, as the rabbit ears and pearls seemed to accentuate her nudity even more. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop this cruel treatment, but he put a finger to his lips, stopping her, and then he said, "Now I'd like you to pose for a few photos." Caroline's mouth was still open, but now her jaw dropped even further. "Ph-Photos..." "For my personal use only," Kettle smiled. "Something to remember you by in years to come." "You're out of your mind!" Caroline snapped. "I'm not letting you photograph me like this?" "You're not `what'?" Kettle asked. "Are you forgetting who is in charge here? If I don't get my collection of `naked Mrs. Lambert' pictures, then the whole town will get to view the `stealing Mrs. Lambert' shots." With a low groan of despair, Caroline realized how useless her objections were. Kettle was going to have his way, and that was that. Even though she despaired at the thought of him making a visual record of this nightmare - and where it might end up - she had no choice in the matter. "Ready for your photo shoot?" he prompted. Glumly, Caroline nodded her head. "Excellent!" Kettle beamed. "Now be a good little bunny and hop up onto the desk." * It was impossible for Mike to hide the erection pushing out the front of his pants as he retrieved his digital camera from the sports bag, but he wasn't in the least bit concerned. Under normal circumstances, his obvious excitement would have been a source of embarrassment, but the fact that the only female present was as naked as the day that she was born certainly gave him the upper hand. Besides, the dignified lady would be getting quite used to the sight, touch, and taste of his throbbing dick over the coming months! When he looked back up, Mrs. Lambert, as expected, hadn't moved. There was an expression of utter contempt on her furiously blushing face, which, given her current state of undress, and the comical bunny ears on her head, added further to Mike's state of arousal. "Didn't you hear me with those big ears? I want you up on the desk where I can have a good look at you. Hop, hop!" "I-I'm not getting up there!" "Of course you are," Mike said. "Because if you don't get up there this instant, I'm packing up my toys and going home - and you know what that will mean as far as your hypocritical lifestyle is concerned!" As with all of his casually delivered threats so far, there was a degree of bluff attached to his words. He was very much aware that she always had the option of backing out at any time, but he figured that if he could create an atmosphere of dominance and authority while she was off-balance, there was a chance that she would simply follow his commands until she reached an emotional point of no return. Certainly, the next few minutes would be pivotal, because if he were to grab a handful of lewd naked images of her now, his hold over her would be complete. If he were to publically circulate those pictures, the shame she would suffer as an exposed thief would surely pale into insignificance by comparison! Whether Mrs. Lambert had quickly weighed up those same options herself or not, Mike couldn't be sure. But to his ecstatic delight, after a moment's delay, she put her bare foot up on the chair and then climbed as demurely as she could under the circumstances, onto the desk. Now that she was perched on higher ground, her nudity made her seem even more exposed, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around her before realizing what she had done, and reluctantly lowered them. Mike was tempted to whip off a couple of frames right away in case she suddenly panicked and fled, but her current frigid posture wasn't at all what this photographer was looking for. "Okay," he said, circling the desk and licking his lips. "Now I want you to strike a few poses for me. Follow my directions to the letter and I think we'll end up with a lovely little set of `bunny girl' shots that you'll be quite proud of!" Pride was the least of the expressions that contorted Mrs. Lambert's face right then. She looked as though she was about to break wind! That triggered an amusing image which caused Mike's already rigid member to twitch in his underwear! "Put your arms out to the sides," Mike said, peering through the viewfinder. "That's it, nice and high, out parallel with your shoulders. Now up on your toes, that's a good bunny, and bend your knees slightly so that you are pushing out your nice fat butt!" As Mrs. Lambert shamefacedly assumed the ludicrous pose, Mike began snapping away. First, he zoomed in on her face, catching the first tears of shame that rolled down her cheeks, then he panned out, framing her entire body in detail. After saving a dozen or shots from the front and side, he moved around to her rear and took a couple from a low angle, capturing the meaty folds of her labia that poked out between her pubic bush. Mike was so captivated by the sight that he put the camera on the desk and leaned in for a closer look. He could just smell her musky scent and if it was at all possible, his hard-on actually increased in intensity! Fascinated, he took a pen from one of the drawers and cautiously raised it towards Mrs. Lambert's exposed cunt. Her legs were already shaking from the sustained effort of standing on tiptoe, and mindful that she might start and possibly fall off the desk when the pen made contact with her most sensitive parts, he decided to forewarn her first. "Don't be alarmed if you feel something," he said. "I'm just going to give you a little check-out. Whatever happens, you must maintain the pose, okay?" With her back to him, Mrs. Lambert had no way of knowing what was about to happen, and as the tip of the pen made initial contact with her pussy lips, she emitted a shriek of surprise, but to her credit, she managed to maintain her absurd-looking posture. "W-what are you doing?" she gasped. "Just having a poke around," Mike said. "This is quite a set of saddle bags you have here!" Mike prodded at the dangling flesh like an amateur gynecologist, thoroughly engrossed in his task. Then he pushed the tip of the pen gently between Mrs. Lambert's labia, working it in gradually further until a full inch was inside her. When he let it go, the pen remained in place, gripped between her gluey lips, and he excitedly snatched up his camera to record the moment forever. "Please!" Mrs. Lambert whimpered. "Take it out of me!" "What's the matter?" Mike teased. "Never had a pen stuck up your cunt? I can't believe you've never experimented before - a cucumber or banana, perhaps?" He heard a stifled sob as her bodily trembling intensified. Her arms were wavering now, moving up and down as if she were attempting to fly away. A heady rush swept through him as he fully realized that he already had this dignified woman in a state of physical and emotional discomfort, and that she was doing her utmost to comply. How much more would she be willing to take? "Alright," he said, wickedly. "If you don't want the pen up your pussy, I'll take it out for you. Is that what you want?" "Y-yes!" "Are you sure?" Now she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, p-please!" "Okay, it's your call." He plucked the invading object out of Mrs. Lambert's cunt, and unable to resist, raised the damp end to his nostrils. She smelled vaguely fishy but not at all unpleasant. Licking her out would be a pleasure to look forward to, but there was much playtime ahead before they got down to the real stuff. Seeing that she had now lowered her heels to the desktop, Mike suddenly slapped her on the right buttock, causing her to yelp from surprise more than pain. "Up on your toes!" he snapped. As she shakily resumed her humiliating and uncomfortable posture, Mike said, "For your disobedience, I'm going to put the pen back inside you. You must learn to obey me at all times during your detentions." He was about to work the pen back between her vaginal lips, when he had a sudden, deliciously rude idea. Unable to keep the smile off his face, he placed the palm of his left hand against her ass cheek, feeling her body tense as he did so. "Stay," he admonished, as if addressing the family dog. Then he spread her cheeks with his fingers, exposing her brown puckered asshole. When he touched it with the tip of the pen, Mrs. Lambert yelled, "Oh, dear God, no! Not there!" Well, well! Mike thought. Seems I'm about to enter previously unexplored territory. Poor old Mr. Lambert! What a boring marriage he must have had! "I'm afraid so," Mike said, unable to keep the increased level of excitement out of his voice. "And don't you dare move, or so help me, I will leave this room and that will be the end of it." "Oh, you filthy beast!" Mrs. Lambert wailed, but she did indeed stay put as Mike began to slowly work the pen up inside her virgin asshole. Chapter Four Caroline stared intently at the posters and paintings hanging on the back wall of her classroom as she tried to withstand the stabbing pain in her rectum. She could feel the hard plastic twisting and turning inside her soft interior as the disgusting man pushed it in deeper. Never in her life had anything been inserted into that dirty place - mercifully, anal sex had never been a subject broached by Mr. Lambert - but now she was having to suffer the indignity of a relative stranger violating her there with a foreign object! This whole lurid episode was rapidly spiraling out of control, and although she intellectually understood that she should just climb off the desk and leave right now - regardless of the consequences - she inexplicably found herself rooted to the spot. Her toes, ankles, calves and arms were already badly aching, not to mention the sharp pain inside her rectum, but that was nothing compared to the agony she was suffering emotionally. Only a short while ago, she had been fully clothed, her dignity intact, ready to negotiate with her blackmailer. Now she was actually nude, standing high up on display in the most obscene, and ridiculous of postures, wearing a humiliating pair of rabbit ears, with an ink pen sticking out of her anus! The degrading and agonizing probing finally came to an end, but then the room was illuminated with bright flashes as Kettle recorded the vile moment for the future. With a heavy heart, Caroline realized that each picture he took would draw her deeper into his trap. Earlier, he had talked about weeks, months, possibly even years more of this torture. How would she ever cope? Was it worth the humiliation? Sadly, in her heart she already knew the answer to that question - as long as this depravity remained behind closed doors, then yes, it was preferable to the shame that she would face if he were ever to expose her compulsive pilfering to the world. This was how she had been conditioned to live her life - appearance above everything else - and the fact that she was prepared to allow this despicable man to do what he pleased with her in order to preserve that public image, served to deepen her current sense of shame and self-loathing. The camera no longer flashing, Caroline anxiously waited, knees quivering, for his next act of depravity. She had to accept the likelihood that Kettle would demand some form of sexual activity with her, but she still didn't know if she would have the fortitude to go through with it. Quite apart from finding the loathsome man totally unattractive, Caroline had been celibate by choice for several years now. Her children were grown, and as a far as she was concerned, she had done her matrimonial duty. Now she felt the pen moving around inside her again, and she craned her neck to try and see what Kettle was up to. There was a row of glass cabinets along the wall, and in the reflection Caroline saw that he was now taping a small, black pom-pom to the protruding pen - to her horror and dismay, she realized that he was giving her a little fluffy rabbit's tail to go with her ears! She heard a little chuckle of satisfaction as Kettle completed his task. "There my little bunny! You look delightful!" Looking at her preposterous accessories in the glass reflection, Caroline certainly didn't feel delightful. The only saving grace was that at least nobody else was present to see her in this embarrassing and degrading situation. "Okay, Thumper," Kettle said. "Down you get. There's one more detail to add before we go for a little hop about!" * While Mrs. Lambert awkwardly descended from the desktop, Mike fished around in the drawers and found a black marker pen. Uncapping it, he came back around the desk and casually said, "On your knees." But Mrs. Lambert remained still, her wide eyes fixed on the marker. "What are you going to do with that?" "Just going to give you a little makeover. Don't worry, it's not indelible. You can wash it off when we're eventually done here." "Please don't!" she said, in a shaky voice. "Haven't you done enough?" "Absolutely not!" Mike laughed. "We're just getting started. Now get down on your knees and put your arms down." For a moment it looked as though Mrs. Lambert was finally going to balk. A shadow of anger briefly crossed her face as she tightened her fists by her sides. Mike could understand her sense of outrage considering the high esteem with which she held herself. In her eyes, he was nothing but a lowly gym instructor whom she had hardly ever acknowledged in the past, but now here he was, commanding her to kneel before him! He was about to remind her that he already possessed enough damning photos to destroy her reputation in every sense when, with a short, furious scream, she sank to her knees. Mike felt light-headed with the power rush as he looked down at her tortured features. He reached down, and taking her chin in his hand, tilted her face up towards him. Then he touched the marker against those regal features and drew three lines radiating outward on each cheek to represent rabbit's whiskers, before fully coating her nose with the black ink. Quite endearingly, while Mike was working, Mrs. Lambert scrunched her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose, rather like a child having her face washed by an adult. Mike was no artist but the effect was perfect. Now his little bunny girl was ready to be put through her paces - and Mike knew all about physical training! "It's time to sweat some of that ugly fat off your body," he announced in a voice her normally reserved for his gym classes. "Naturally, given your ludicrous appearance, we'll start off with bunny hops. I want you to lean forward and place your hands on the floor, then get up on your toes and straighten your legs so that your little bunny tail is sticking up in the air!" With an inarticulate murmur of disapproval, Mrs. Lambert assumed the ungainly position, her hair, pearls, and heavy breasts, all hanging downward. Mike was actually about to put her through a series of squat thrusts but the term `bunny hops' seemed more fitting for the occasion. He went back to his sports bag and extracted a wooden spatula that had caught his eye in the local supermarket not long after his first meeting with the unfortunate Mrs. Lambert. Camera in hand, he circled behind her and swiftly delivered a stinging stroke across her right buttock. Mrs. Lambert squealed at the unexpected impact and wriggled her upended rump, but admirably, stayed in position. "That is what you will get if you stop exercising," Mike said, almost ejaculating in his pants as he watched the ruddy hue spreading across her trembling ass cheek. "Now then, on my command, you will jump in and out like the little bunny you are, until I tell you to stop. Any slacking, and you'll receive another spank across your ugly butt!" The view was anything but ugly as the wretched woman began to exercise for him, each outward jump revealing her beefy pussy lips, every part of her curvaceous frame rippling with each exertion. He snapped happily away with his camera as the dew began to collect on her pale skin, and her panting became increasingly audible. Fuck it, why not? Mike thought suddenly, and pulling down his zipper, he released his rock-hard prick, exposing it to the open air. Now he moved around her, recording every single movement, her swinging pendulous breasts, her crimson, comically decorated face, her hanging belly, and of course, her sweaty, pouting cunt as she went through her routine. The poor woman was tiring so quickly that, fearful she might have a heart attack, Mike permitted her to rest awhile. Gasping, perspiring, Mrs. Lambert dropped onto her knees and elbows, and looked up at him imploringly as droplets of sweat rained down from her nipples onto the floor. The bunny ears were still clinging to her damp hair, and the fluffy `tail' continued to protrude from her asshole. Ecstatic with the control that he had miraculously assumed over this desirable and mature woman, Mike again delved into his bag. Whilst wandering through the supermarket, he had loitered for some time in the fresh food section, casually perusing a variety of phallic-shaped fruits and vegetables. As much as he had relished the idea of forcing the high and mighty Mrs. Lambert to impale herself on a thick marrow or overgrown potato, he had stayed true to his `rabbit' theme and had selected a decidedly large carrot, complete with a rosette of fresh, green leaves. As he brandished the suggestively-shaped vegetable in front of her, Mrs. Lambert, too puffed to speak, simply shook her head in horror. By now, it seemed, she had finally tuned in to Mike's warped intentions, so she was definitely not expecting to have to eat it! Not wishing to disappoint her, Mike crouched down beside her sweat-sheened flanks and moved the carrot into position between her sticky thighs. Instinctively, Mrs. Lambert squeezed them together, so without warning Mike picked up the spatula and landed two sharp smacks on each of her ruddy ass cheeks. "Aah!" "I told you you'd be punished if you disobeyed! Now open up!" With a woeful sob, Mrs. Lambert moved her legs slightly apart. "Wider!" Mike said, tapping the insides of her thighs with the spatula. Evidently fearing harder contact, she complied, and Mike again stared in awe at the combination of soft flesh and matted hair that resided there. When he touched her labia with the pointed end of the carrot, Mrs. Lambert jerked forward. "Steady!" Mike warned, and when he wiggled the tip of the vegetable inside her pussy lips, Mrs. Lambert made a strange choking sound but managed to hold her obscene position. Gradually Mike worked the carrot inside her cunt which, after a little bit of twisting and pushing slowly accepted the invading root. "Oh! Ugh!" Mrs. Lambert's vocabulary was now limited to a series of bestial grunts as her pussy received the intruder inch by inch. Mike had correctly assumed that the frigid cow would be bone dry but by the time the carrot was halfway inside her, her cunt began to accommodate it much more readily. With a final shove, Mike stepped back to survey the kinky spectacle. Underneath the bunny tail, the fat end of the carrot - which was about three inches across - was gripped by Mrs. Lambert's fleshy labia, its leafy rosette hanging down like a second tail. At the other end, Mike could hear her wretched sobs, which only increased his pleasure as he took several more pictures for his collection. With each added degradation - the striptease, the bunny ears, the pen up her asshole, the whiskers on her face, the forced exercise, and now the carrot penetrating her twat - not only was Mrs. Lambert being reduced to a submissive plaything, but by not ending his games by breaking their agreement, she was indicating that she was prepared - however distastefully - to let him go even further. So be it, then! He stood up and went around to her front and waved his jutting cock in front of her tear-streaked face. She turned her face to the side to avoid having to look at his bulging, purple cockhead, but Mike wasn't about to let her get off that easily. Roughly grabbing her chin, he turned her back towards him, and said, "Do want another spanking?" With tears and snot running down her stricken face, Mrs. Lambert shook her head mournfully. "Then stick out your tongue and lick it!" Managing only a gurgled response, she shook her head again. "Foolish woman!" Mike sighed, and snatching up the spatula, he leaned over her back and began thrashing her ass in earnest. Chapter Five After a few minutes of being paddled, the searing pain in her buttocks was becoming intolerable! To her absolute shame, Caroline was bawling like a baby, and to make matters worse Kettle had her head pinned between his legs as he assaulted her badly contused glutes! She could feel his disgusting penis resting on the back of her neck, and the brief glimpse she had caught of the bulbous head with the little hole at the front seeping sticky white issue remained firmly etched in her mind! How could he possibly expect her to lick that vile organ? And what next? Prude though she was, Caroline knew what fellatio meant, but like anal sex, she had neither offered nor been asked of it, by Mr. Lambert. Was this to be her first experience of the revolting act? Naked on all fours in her own classroom, with a carrot stuck inside her vagina? These agitated thoughts spun wildly around her head as the steadily increasing fire in her buttocks threatened to overwhelm her! Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Kettle ceased his assault, parted his legs, and freed her head. "Are you ready to taste my cock?" Kettle asked from above her. Through her blurred vision, Caroline could make out the shape of his erect penis in front of her, and she now understood that he would keep on hurting her until she complied with his wishes. Even though she knew in her heart that she would eventually yield, Caroline heard herself stammer, "N-no!" "Really?" Kettle said, the excitement in his voice quite audible. "In that case, you can do some more bunny hops. This time, I want you to hop around the classroom like a real bunny rabbit!" It vaguely occurred to Caroline as she again hoisted herself up onto her toes, that there had been a subtle, but very definite shift in their relationship. Previously, Kettle had subdued any rebellion on her part by threatening to call off the detention and post the incriminating pictures on the internet. But now her punishment for refusing to obey was simply additional forced exercise, which implied that he knew that she would ultimately accept her fate anyway. Their interaction had therefore moved on to a point where Kettle was now confident that he had her under his control, and as she began to hop between the desks, Caroline could no longer deny that was the truth. Shouldn't she then have avoided the pain and exhaustion by simply licking his penis in the first place? But to do so would have meant total submission, and somewhere deep in her psyche, Caroline recognized that she was still trying to cling on to some of her dignity and pride, no matter what this twisted man compelled her to do. * As he videoed the fluffy tail and carrot-top bouncing wildly behind Mrs. Lambert's wobbling ass, Mike could hardly contain himself! So far it had all progressed so incredibly well, but the sight and scent of her naked, sweating body was proving too much, and he desperately needed release. He almost had to pinch himself as he filmed her awkward, jerky bounces between the desks. Was this really happening? Mrs. Caroline Lambert? The haughty Principal's wide? Just look at her! Impersonating a rabbit in the nude! Imagine if he were to leak this video! He followed her progress as she made her way back towards him, breasts swinging, mouth agape, fresh perspiration washing over her body. He knew that she wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, but if she was so insistent about not licking his dick, then why hadn't she just quit altogether and then accept the resulting social humiliation after he exposed her? Maybe she didn't know the answer to that herself. After all, she had rapidly descended so quickly into a perverted hell, she couldn't possibly be thinking straight. As she came to a halt in front of him, Mike landed another swat with the spatula across her jiggling buns. "Another circuit! Then we'll find out if you are ready to kiss my dick!" Mrs. Lambert let out an involuntary grunt as she clumsily swiveled on her palms and heels, and then bounced away from him, displaying her plugged-up back orifices. Mike gave his hard cock a few casual strokes as he watched her laughable but still arousing performance. There was no way he was going to allow her to go home without first giving him a blowjob, but he was deriving great pleasure from wearing her down this way. Eventually she would be forced to relent and agree to his lewd request, which would be much more titillating than for him to simply order her to do it, because then she would always have to live with the fact that their first sexual union had technically been initiated by herself! Mrs. Lambert reached the far end of the classroom, almost toppling over as she turned, and then came bounding back towards him. Her face was colored the deepest shade of red - a combination of intense shame as well as physical exhaustion - her glistening tits swayed back and forth with each trembling buckjump, and the room was filled with the sound of her labored breathing. It was time to give her a rest and find out if she'd had enough. When she reached his feet again, head down and gasping for breath, Mike said, "Up on your knees, bunny girl!" Mrs. Lambert didn't need a second invitation, and she looked up at him with moist, glazed eyes, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her large breasts heaving. Mike thrust his cock in front of her face and said, "Do you want to do another couple of circuits?" "N-Ngh," Mrs. Lambert mumbled, shaking her head. "Then you know what to do." "Plsh!" she slurred. "I... can't..." "I'll keep on sending you around the room until you do. Do you want that?" "No." "Well, then...? Mike waited, and then to his utter joy, Mrs. Lambert, his boss's prim and proper wife, miserably poked out her tongue and touched it hesitatingly against the tip of his cock. But as soon as she made contact she grimaced and pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "There," Mike said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Let's try it again, but this time, I want you to keep your tongue there until I tell you to remove it." Mrs. Lambert let out a shuddering breath, and her pink tongue once more came into view between her lips. Mike's dick twitched on its own as she again tentatively touched his glans with the tip of her tongue, this time managing to keep it there. Almost breathless himself, Mike hissed, "Now open your mouth and suck it!" Fresh tears rolled down Mrs. Lambert's cheeks as she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Mike kept his own eyes open as very gradually, the Principal's wife inched her mouth over his swollen glans. The sight of this proud lady with his cockhead in her mouth almost made him come right then, but he succeeded in controlling himself. She had passed another milestone, and encouraged, Mike reached around and placed both hands on the back of her head. At his touch, Mrs. Lambert immediately panicked, pulling her head back, and Mike had to tighten his grip on her. "Uh-uh!" he warned. "You don't any want more exercise, do you?" The threat was enough, and he felt her relax her neck muscles enough for him to guide her mouth further down his shaft. He reveled in the combined sensations of her soft, velvety tongue slithering beneath his prick, the slight scraping of her teeth, and her warm breath. He hadn't had a blowjob in years and to be receiving one from this distinguished married woman was Mike's version of heaven. He released his hands and whispered, "Keep it going, nice and slow." As the patently revolted woman continued to suck him off, Mike flailed around for his camera on the desk and then fired off a couple of shots, making sure that he caught enough of her face to be recognizable. The flashes brought no reaction from her, and he wondered what was going through her head as she continued to suck him. After a good five minutes, Mike withdrew his saliva-coated cock and Mrs. Lambert coughed and spluttered for a while, her face wet with tears of shame, and then Mike breathed, "Stand up and bend over the desk." She hesitated, but there was no verbal protest as she wearily rose to her feet and leaned forward, her elbows on the desktop, and her ass out with the tail and carrot still firmly embedded inside her holes. Tugging on the carrot's rosette, Mike slowly extracted it from her cunt, and happily, he observed that it was coated with her pussy juice! "Goodness me!" Mike said, showing her the slickened vegetable. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Mr. Lambert closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, but Mike tapped her on the mouth with the carrot, and said, "Open up, dear!" Snorting heavily through her nostrils, Mrs. Lambert did as she was told and Mike quickly jammed the carrot sideways between her teeth. "Bite down on it." The wretched look in Mrs. Lambert's eyes said it all as Mike took his last pictures of the day. Naked except for her pearls, with the bunny ears on her head and the carrot wedged between her jaws, she looked absolutely priceless! Next, Mike pulled the pen out of her asshole, eliciting a squeak of surprise from his hapless victim. He maneuvered himself into position and pushed his cockhead up against her thick, brown labia and saw her shoulders tense. Placing his hands on her clammy, white ass cheeks, he pushed forward, and was pleased to find that her cunt was still wet. Mrs. Lambert filled the room with more unfeminine, guttural noises as Mike started thrusting into her. As his frenzy built, he marveled at pale flesh of her shivering ass, the freckles on her back, and the dimples just above her buttocks. He reached underneath and finally took hold of those beautiful big boobs, pinching her nipples between his fingers. All too soon, he reached his climax and with a low rumbling moan, ejaculated inside her. At the same time, Mrs. Lambert emitted a long mournful wail, allowing the carrot to fall out of her mouth and roll onto the floor. Panting hard, Mike fell on top of her, his dick, incredibly, still hard between her buns. He rested his cheek on the back of her neck, feeling her damp sweat and inhaling her sweet and sour odor. Listening to her quietly sobbing, Mike finally straightened up, and in a rather shaky voice, he said, "Detention is over for today, Mrs. Lambert. I'll see you here next Saturday." TO BE CONTINUED

usual disclaimer: If you are under 18 years of age and you are reading this you are being naughty children and should immediately stop and delete this file. If you live in a community where this type of stuff is illegal, I suggest you move. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely intentional. Names may have been changed to protect the horny. TheRant's Tales ([email protected]) TheRant's Fantasies --------------------- -------------------------- 1.0 Firsts I In the Buff 1.1 Getting Even II Feminine Charms 1.2 Birthday Presents III Early to Bed 1.3 Karate Girl IV Ya Gotta Have Faith(Cumming Soon) 1.4 Greek Lessons 1.5 Staying Even 1.6 Going Down Under 1.7 My Indian Princess (Cumming Soon) (archive at ftp.asstr.ml.org\pub\Authors\TheRant) (or just search DejaNews for TheRant) Early to Bed by TheRant ----------------- "Millionaire Murdered!" Temper had only been half awake when he bent to pick up the morning paper from in front of his apartment door, he was just surprised to see that one of his neighbors hadn't swiped it yet, but that headline with a nice clear color photo of Grant Sawyer underneath it woke him up quickly enough. It had been over two months since he got back from San Francisco with the news that Albert Martinez was dead, and a real boost to his sex life. Whatever that was that the Halliwell sister's did to him, his cock was more active now than it was when he was sixteen. It had taken the three sweet witches, along with the charming Dr. Emma Martinez two days to finally get him safely limp enough to move comfortably around in his pants. Then on the short flight back to Chicago it jumped back up as hard as a rock when he got a good look at the stewardess on the flight. She'd pretended not to notice but kept coming back every couple of minutes to ask if she could help him with anything. He was really tempted to ask if she was any good at blowjobs, but he decided he'd better try and learn to control his new hormones before they got him into more trouble. Of course he failed miserably at it. He stopped off at Angie's on the way to his office to tell her he was back in town where he got a very tight, enthusiastic and sweet smelling welcome back from one of her waitresses. Alex had gotten over her shy streak around him and was doing everything in her power to let him know she was more than available. When she gave him a hug ,pressing her firm , well endowed body into his, he couldn't help but shoot up and poke her in the stomach back. Alex took that with a surprised giggle and gave him a bit of a struggle as he pried her off of him. Finally Angie had to help by sending her into the kitchen to pick up an order. "That's quite a greeting." she said, grinning at the lump in his trousers. "I guess you've finally given up on denying the inevitable." Temper turned pink. A site that didn't help his tough guy image very much. "It's not that. It's just that something happened to me in San Francisco that ... well I'll tell you about it later." "San Francisco!" Angie almost yelled with excitement. "You must have been there when the orgy started." "Yeah, but I'll tell you all about it later." he quickly begged off, backing toward the door. "I'll bring up your usual lunch, about 12:30." Angie added as he opened the door. "I want to hear every detail." As he made his way up to his office he went over in his head what he was going to say to both Angie and Grant Sawyer. He certainly wasn't going to tell them the truth. Not just because he promised the Halliwell sisters that he wouldn't tell anybody their secret, but because he didn't think any of them would believe him. Angie had hit on the excuse he was going to use with her. His new found agility was going to be a reaction to that orgy that had hit San Francisco. After she got a taste of it he doubted she'd have any more questions for him. Grant Sawyer on the other hand would want a better explanation, and one that didn't have to mention his newfound sexual prowess. For him first would be the news that Albert Martinez was dead, probably at the hands of the incubus. He would mention the orgy, without going into any details about his place in it, but he would mention that Albert was the actual seller of the object. Also he'd have to mention Albert's sister Emma and the help she gave him in banishing the incubus from the city before it struck again. In his office he phoned Sawyer's secretary and made an appointment with the man to brief him on the case as well as pick up his pay for the excursion. She had a pretty sexy voice, deep and throaty, and got a rise out of her. One that he hoped Angie would hurry up and take care of. She brought up his lunch as usual, but his appetites were on something else other than food. For over an hour he plunged away a her until she begged him to stop, saying she had to get back to the diner. Sweaty and aromatic but satisfied she left, after agreeing to come home with him that night. His meal had gotten cold but he was took relaxed to care as he wolfed it down. That was two months ago and now Grant Sawyer was dead. Reading though the article he grimaced at the detail the paper had put into the article. Somebody had done a lot of grisly homework. That morning the cleaning service that looked after Sawyer's yacht had come to the marina as they did every week, but that morning they had found more of a mess than usual. Grant Sawyer was dead on the bridge, and in the kitchen, and in every one of the other cabin's on the ship. Something had torn him apart, shredding his flesh into bloody strips and scattering them all throughout the ship. The only thing untouched was the man's head. It didn't even have a scratch on it. In a way that was good, because with the condition of the rest of the body it would have been hard to determine who it was otherwise. The official cause of death was still to be determined, but suicide had been ruled out. The sickest part of the article was at the end when it said that an anonymous source at the coroner's office said that many of the parts left looked to have teeth marks on them and were partially eaten. That had yet to be confirmed by the police. The time of the death was from three to five days ago. Five days because that was the last time his family had seen him, and three from the ripe condition of the remains. Still standing in his doorway reading the paper Temper quickly jumped inside and locked it behind him. Going upstairs he pulled his shotgun out of the bedroom closet and loaded it from the box of shells in his underwear drawer. He wanted a bit of protection right then and his revolver's were in his safe back at his office. He couldn't be sure that what had happened to Sawyer had anything to do with him or that cursed dildo of his, but he couldn't help but remember that prophecy of Phoebe Halliwell. A woman covered with hair and long sharp claws. Thump! "Meow!" Gary rolled over in his bed with a groan as his morning wake up call scratched at the door wanting to be let in. For one morning he really wanted who or whatever was delivering the paper to be late. He could use a morning to sleep in "Meow!" Sitting groggily up in bed he stumbled over to the door and opened it for the cat. It raced inside between his legs while he bent over to pick up tomorrow's paper. Stifling a tired yawn he blinked his eyes clear and looked to see what he had to do today. "Oh, shit!" he screamed, getting a plaintive meow out of the cat behind him. Marissa was downstairs trying to make some order of McGinty's books when Gary came running in bouncing off the tables and knocking over the chairs. "Whoa there Gary! She said turning her head toward the sounds of the disturbed furniture. "What's the rush?" "This time maybe there's something I can do." Gary spat out in a rushed drawl. "Another murder?" Marissa asked quickly. Yesterday when he'd got the paper the front page was plastered with the details of a rather grisly murder, but since it had days earlier there was little Gary could do but try to correct the other minor mishaps inside the tabloid. "Yes. Just like the first, but this time the body was found only a few hours after the murder." "A serial killer then?" Marissa asked with worry. "That might be a bit much for you don't you think. Especially the way they were killed. You're not exactly a violent man you know." Gary let out a sigh of agreement as he took the stool next to her. "I'd thought of that. I think I should recruit a little help with this one. Somebody that might be able to handle himself if we catch the killer. I was thinking of maybe hiring Temper for that." Marissa nodded her agreement. "A P.I.. An ex-cop. He'd at least be good in a fight. But how much are you going to tell him about this. I think you could probably trust him but..." "I wasn't planning on telling him about the paper, but if the worst comes I'll tell him." Gary told her. "It says the murder happens at about 8:00 tonight,...and the man was one Dustin Hamptin of Chicago." "Dustin Hamptin?" Marissa asked, not familiar with the name. "Dustin Hamptin is Temper's real name." The man himself was in his white mustang on his way out of the city. If he just kept on going he'd be safe, but he didn't know that yet. Instead he was going to a small campground about an hour from the city that his dad used to take him to when he was a kid. He still wasn't sure if Sawyer's murder had anything to do with that stone dick antique of his but he wasn't taking any chances. Under his seat he'd stuffed the loaded shotgun, to be pulled out at a moment's notice. It wasn't really camping season, fall was here and winter was well on it's way, so there weren't many people using the place. That was going to make it much easier to check. Pulling his car over to a familiar ancient oak tree he placed the shotgun on the front seat for easy reach then went around to the trunk and opened it. The shovel he'd left in there almost two months ago was still there waiting for him. He paced out from the tree until he found the right spot. It didn't look like anybody'd been here recently but he just had to make sure. It only took him a few minutes to dig the three feet down to the metal box he'd buried there earlier. Shaking the dirt off the old tool chest, he unlatched it and poured the cotton wrapped object into his hand. It felt about right in his hand but he had to unwrap it to make sure. Carefully he unrolled the cotton wrap until the cold piece of stone was in his hand. It certainly looked like the bottom half of the broken dick. Of course he couldn't be sure it was the real one and not some fake somebody planted here, but he quickly decided that that would have been both needless and stupid. Now he had to decide what to do next. He could just bury it again, or he could bring it back with him just in case it did have something to do with Sawyer's murder. Not that it was really his property to decide about. Two days after he gave Sawyer his report about what had happened in San Francisco, not that the man looked as if he believed a word of it, Grant Sawyer came knocking on his office door again. This time he had the two halves of the dick and a cheque for twelve thousand dollars. He wanted Temper to guard the object for him, not that he believed any of the demon incubus , magic power crap. A thousand a month, just to look after the broken pieces of a stone dildo was too good an offer to turn down, even with the curse. He decided not to take any chances anyway and buried one half of it here where he'd played as a kid. The other half he'd just left in his safe in his office. Kicking the dirt into the empty hole, Temper patted it down level and returned to his car. The shovel he put back in the trunk, the shotgun he slipped back under the front seat and the dick he shoved into the glove compartment box. Back at his office, he dropped the half dick on his desk and bent down to the lowest drawer of his file cabinet. Pulling out a key he unlocked it and the drawer front popped off in his hand. Inside, the dial of a safe stuck out. He quickly dialed in the combination and pulled open the thick titanium door. Reaching inside he pulled out his gun. The .44 magnum was a bit too big to be comfortable but it came in handy as a motivater. It's reputation made even the toughest hood more than willing to talk. His safe was a leftover from his days on the force. It had belonged to a gangster who had been a little too ambitious. It had gotten him killed and the safe, file cabinet and all had been brought in as evidence. Eventually it had been auctioned off and ended up in Temper's hands. The fake door in the cabinet was only the first trick with it. Reaching both hands in Temper pushed down on the front corners of the bottom and it popped out with a loud click. From the hidden compartment he pulled out another gun, a barreta he'd gotten off a punk. It already had it's serial number filed off and made a good backup piece. It was a lot easier on the hand than the .44. Removing the only other object from the compartment he shut the safe and replaced the file cabinet door. Sitting behind his desk he looked at the two pieces of the stone cock. It had been a while since he last saw the hole thing together. It was really quite impressive. Together the entire piece was twenty inches long and three inches thick, carved out a gray marble-looking stone in almost too lifelike detail, strange looking writing scarring its surface. Looking at it he felt a shiver run through him. He still felt it difficult to believe how it had been broken. Anne had certainly been quite a girl. He'd been a bit busy being attacked by a dozen naked, sex-crazed teenage girls at the time but he could still hear the crack as she snapped it between her legs. Then less than a minute later he had his own much more delicate equipment deep inside that hot hole that had just broken three inches of stone in half. A stone half in each hand he moved then closer together than rotated them to make them match correctly. As they touched he felt a shock go through his hands and he opened his hands with a scream, dropping the antique onto his desk. Shaking his numbed hands back to life he looked worriedly at the cock. Where it had been broken there was not even the trace of a seem. The whole thing was again one piece. Nervously poking a finger at it he waited for another shock, but their wasn't another. He looked at it realizing that it seemed different somehow, before he realized what it was. The carved characters were gone. The binding spell that had been carved into it a millennium ago was gone. "Ahhhhhhhh." A long fulfilled sigh came from behind him. "It is good to be out of there." In one motion he dropped the cock, picked up a gun in each hand and rolled over his desk to the other side coming up with both handguns aimed behind him. "Hmmmmm?" A soft purring hum inquired. Temper froze as he got a good look at what had been behind him before he took aim directly at her. The first thought that came to mind to him sent another long hard possession of his pointing at the figure, the second was that that warning Phoebe had gave months ago in San Francisco. She'd seen danger for him,... and a woman covered in hair with long sharp claws. Claws that could have easily shredded Grant Sawyer into human fillets. "D... don't move." He finally managed to sputter out in warning at the creature Phoebe had been right... and wrong at the same time. This creature was definitely female but he'd call it more of a fur than hair. A golden red velvet covered her from head to toe. The fur on her head thickened and hung down past her shoulders like real hair, while an inviting triangle of similar tangles grew out at the bottom of her stomach. The only bare skin seemed to be at the ends of her large breasts, where silver dollar sized areolas circled large juicy nipples, and inside the triangular ears aimed at him. Andrew Lloyd Webber would have certainly drawn a different crowd if this cat-lady had starred in his musical. "Who... what are you?" "Ahhh Temper?" she said disappointedly, her purring voice sending shivers up need up his spine. "It hasn't been that long. Don't you recognize me?" Temper was sure he would have remembered if he'd ever seen this creature before, but taking a second look at her there was something familiar about her. Her face, under the fur seemed to be someone he knew. "Emma?" he finally asked as it came to him. "Yay! Good!" the cat-lady said clapping her paws and lightly hopping up and down. "But not quite. Though I have to say I probably take after her right now. You wouldn't happen to have a mirror around would you. I never know what I'm going to turn out like when the baton is passed." "Don't move!" Temper demanded again, deciding this was the strangest killer he'd ever met. "What the fuck are you?" She seemed to really liven up at that question. "Fuck?! Oh yes I'd love to do that right now. You and the Halliwell sisters really filled me up in San Francisco, but I could always use another bite." It finally dawned on Temper. The stone cock, the Halliwell sister's, San Francisco, ...Emma. "You're the incubus?" he asked incredulously. "Wrong gender.' She said shaking her breasts at him. "Right now I'm a succubus." "But how...?!" "I take my characteristics from the current priest... or in this case priestess of my cult." She explained. "Albert didn't have any kids..., hell the only time he ever took it out of his pants was to take a leak, and even then he was careful not to touch it too much. He had me on a real starvation diet since his father died. Now Emma,... she's keeping me well fed." A sensuous ripple passed through her fur. "God that Halliwell girl sure has a talented tongue!" Temper watched in awe as the succubus writhed through what he could only call an orgasm, even if he couldn't see the source of it. "What just happened?" Temper asked her after she let out a loud purr. "I just told you." She told him as she began to preen her fur with her long limber tongue. "Piper had an appointment with Emma and they got into more than just a usual head-shrinking session. That girl is a fast learner." Temper let out a frustrated growl before yelling, "What the hell is going on here?!" "Temper temper, Temper." she admonished, waving a clawed finger at him. "You're smarter than that. After you and the Halliwell sisters burnt out poor Albert I got passed on to Emma. My physical and mental form is derived from her now. That makes me female and a whole lot smarter. The same spell that burnt out Albert sent me back to the rod,... and when you put the two halves together it allowed me to come back out. Now can I get a look at myself in a mirror." Temper gave up and waved the guns toward the door at the side of his office. His bathroom wasn't much, more of a closet with a toilet and sink, but it did have a mirror. He carefully followed her as she opened the door. "Oh yum!" she let out a cry of delight as she finally got a look at herself. "I never know what I'm going to turn out like. Albert had no imagination at all so I ended up as the satyr last time. Emma's got a much healthier sex drive." Temper watched closely, his mouth getting dry and the painful tension in his pants getting worse as she fondled her body, examining every mouthwatering detail. "So you didn't kill Sawyer then." Temper muttered. "Steven's dead? What happened?" Her surprised reaction seemed genuine to Temper, but he really didn't have much experience judging the emotions of animal women, so couldn't be sure. "No Grant, not Steven. Somebody shredded him a few days ago. Tore him to pieces on his yacht a few days ago." "And you thought I did it?" she said. "Sorry Temper but I'm not capable of anything like that. I'm a creature of passion and lust not violence. I can't hurt anybody... unless that's what gets then off. And I've been stuck in that thing since you exorcised me from San Francisco." Temper relaxed a bit but still kept one gun, on her as he backed to the desk and picked up the stone rod. "So when this was broken you were stuck inside and couldn't get out." She nodded from the bathroom doorway and didn't even flinch when he lifted it up high then slammed it down on the corner of his desk. Stepping out she kicked at the shattered wood splinters now littering the floor. "Sorry Temper but that thing can only be broken in a couple of specific ways. That slayer girl who broke it was just lucky to stumble on one them. But finding another girl like that might take a while." Temper looked down disappointed at the damage he'd done to his old desk. "So how else can it be broken?" "Well if you think you've got the strength for it you can stuff it up your ass and try to do the same thing the slayer did." she told him with a wicked, sharp tooth grin. Temper didn't much like that choice. "How else?" "Uh, uh Temper." she said with a shake of her head. "You may be the current master of the rod but I don't have to tell you that." "Master of the rod?" "The holder of the rod is my master." She told him. Gracefully she dropped to her knees in front of him. "How may your slave serve you today master?" "So.... you have to do whatever I tell you to do?" Temper asked. "If I tell you to get back in the rod then you just go back in." "Yes master. That is so." She quickly agreed. "Oh cut out the' I Dream of Jeanie' shit." Temper ordered her. She hopped back up to her feet disappointedly. "Emma was a real fan of that show. She always had a bit of a secret fantasy about being a slave girl." "You know everything she does?" Temper asked feeling a bit uncomfortable. Emma and the three witch sisters had had quite a busy time together those last few days in San Francisco and having this... woman know all about that was a bit intimidating. The succubus sensually moved toward him, gently pushing the guns aimed at her away to the side. "Want me to prove it?" she asked licking her deliciously full lips. Temper felt helpless as only one of his loaded weapons was now pointed at her, but he didn't really fight the feeling. This woman-creature, this succubus had a strong hold on his hyper-charged libido and the only thoughts going through his head were erotic. The succubus dropped nimbly to her knees in front of Temper and lightly stroked the front of his pants, outlining his pounding erection. She kissed the denim feeling the heat coming off of him with her lips, before undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. Temper let out a long sigh as some of the pressure building up in him was relieved. "Oh God!" he moaned as her velvety, fur covered hand reached inside his boxers and wrapped itself around him. Gently she squeezed and stroked him into a thrashing fury until he almost reached his peak in her hand,... then she stopped. Panting and gasping for breath Temper looked down at her in surprise. He was so close and couldn't understand why she had stopped. Looking up at him with a Cheshire grin, her long tongue flicked out and licked her lips before it began to flick it out at the cloth covered lump in his underwear. That was too much for Temper who reached down and dropped them to the floor, his cock jumping out and slapping her in the face. When her lips touched his skin he moaned. When she sucked him deep inside her hot little mouth he began to tremble. When her tongue wrapped itself around him and began to squeeze in time with her bobbing head he lost control. He grabbed the back of her head and held her there while he pumped load after load down her throat. She swallowed it masterfully. Finally drained Temper shakily fell back against his desk, his knees trembling, his breath hoarse and strained. "God that was the best blowjob I've ever had." He managed to cough out. "But please don't zap me again. If I'm the master I don't want you to use that power of yours on me." She stood up smiling at him and licking the last drops of cum from her lips. Cupping her breasts in her hands she squeezed them, then shook them at him. "That was pure nature Temper. I can't 'zap' you. That's part of being master." Temper was uncertain about that but after looking carefully at the velvety gold body of hers he decided that she might be telling him the truth. Shaking his head to clear it he asked, "What do I call you? Do you have a name?" "I'm a succubus." She told him. "That's what I am. I don't need a name." "I can't just say 'Hey you' when I want your attention. You need a name." "You've always got my attention Temper." She said smiling at him a mouth full of needle sharp teeth. He trembled slightly at the thought that only moments before his favorite body part was deep inside there. She looked thoughtful for a moment, a look that reminded even more of Emma, before she brightened up. "You can call me Succy then." Temper had to laugh at that. After the job she just did the name was certainly appropriate. "Well then Succy, what am I going to do with you?" Still smiling she spread her legs and rubbed her hands down her sides until she reached her rounded hips. "Well,... for right now I've got a few ideas." About an hour later Temper jumped when somebody knocked at his office door. Hurriedly wiping Succy's juices off of his face he pushed the two guns and the stone cock into a drawer,...then realizing that there was still a mystery killer out there he decided to keep the .44 handy. "Back in the bottle Jeannie." he whispered to the sucubus. "Yes master." she whispered back with a giggle and a smile. One second she was there and the next she wasn't. That was going to take some getting used to. Sneaking up on his office door a if it was going to attack him Temper leveled the gun at it before asking, "Yes? Who is it?" "Temper?" a muffled but somewhat familiar voice spoke up. "It's Gary Hobson from McGinty's." Lowering the gun, Temper unlocked the door and opened it. If there was anybody he'd ever met that was more harmless then Gary he couldn't remember him. "Hey Gary," Temper asked waving him inside. "What can I do for you?" Gary looked around the office uncertainly before answering, "I could have sworn I heard voices in here." "I just had the radio on." Temper quickly answered. It was a lousy explanation but the best he could come up with on such short notice. "Uh well..." Gary stuttered slightly , seeming even more anxious than usual. "...I ... I was wondering if you've a job going today or if you're free." "Well... I do have a few cases in the works but all I was going to do this afternoon was stay in the office." He answered truthfully. He really had to get his desk fixed. Banging it with the dildo had badly cracked the corner and he and Succy had managed to make it even worse afterward. "Then you're available for hire?" "Yeah...I guess so." Temper said his curiosity rising. Gary was often getting into weird scrapes down at the bar but nothing he'd ever need a P.I. for. "What can I do for you?" "Well the bar's been getting some... unusual threats recently." Gary lied badly. It was something he had had a lot of practice at lately ,but he wasn't getting any better at it. "And I was hoping I could hire you just to hang around and... sort of guard the place for the day." Temper didn't know what to make of that. It was obvious to him that Gary was hiding something from him. "You sure it's just not a jealous boyfriend of Erika's?" He barely managed to stifle a laugh when Gary turned purple and started to sputter. "Never mind, never mind. I could use a day off anyway right now and McGinty's is just the place for it." Gary sighed gratefully. "You won't regret it. Everything's on the house " Taking a step to the right Temper lifted his shoulder holster off of a battered old coat stand in the corner of his office. "If I'm guarding the place I'd better be ready for anything." "That might be a good idea." Gary quickly agreed, which only reinforced Temper's thought that there was more to this than Gary was willing to say. He always felt ridiculous when he donned the coat hanging on the rack next to the holster but it was useful for hiding things. The battered old trenchcoat had a number of large pockets in it. Usually he just used themfor hiding his back up piece, or brass knuckles, and even once a Louisville slugger. Today he'd be carrying something a bit more unusual. Going back to his desk he made a show of putting the forty-four in his holster, then slipped the dildo inside a deep narrow pocket on his opposite side. He didn't feel safe leaving it here without having a good place to stash it. The safe was now too small for it. The broken half had fit all right but the whole rod was too long. He'd been planning on figuring out a good place for it while he repaired the desk but that would have to wait until tomorrow. McGinty's was pretty empty when they got there. The lunch crowd had left and it was too early yet for the happy-hour gang to start living it up. The first thing Temper did was check the place out, find all the entrances and exits, make sure all the windows were locked and look for any nook where somebody might hide. It all seemed as safe as any open tavern could be. Afterward he tried to weasel out of Gary what was really going on. He was a lousy liar but a very persistent one. Giving up he just took a seat at the bar where he could get a good view of the front door while nursing his free beers. Hours later there still wasn't anything and he was beginning to get a bit antsy. He'd talked with Erika a bit but he'd already decided that she was hands-off. He never poached on his friends, even if Gary was acting a bit weirder than usual. He felt a thigh brush his as somebody took the seat next to him, and realized he wasn't paying enough attention to his surroundings. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "Hey doll-face, you know I'm always happy to see you." He told her. "How's tricks Marissa?" "Oh, I haven't been in that business for years Temper." She joked with him. "I found it too hard on my back." As she shifted on her seat her leg brushed his side again. "Oh my. I'm really having an effect on you today." "It's my old baton from when I walked a beat." Temper lied. Telling her he was caring a stone dick around in his coat pocket wasn't something he was going to admit. "Gary has me on guard duty here. You know him better than I do. What is with him today?" Marissa turned her face away from him as she answered. "I'm not sure. He just gets a bit paranoid sometimes. It usually doesn't last long. The best thing to do is just humor him until it goes away." "Uh huh." Temper grunted doubtfully. "Marissa!" the subject of their discussion almost yelled startling them both. "Can I talk to you for a second." Before she could answer he grabbed her by an arm and pulled her away to a quiet corner. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Gary said to himself quietly. "What's wrong?" Marissa asked worriedly. "I just took another look at the paper, and the front page has changed again." He said his grip tightening on the rolled up newsprint in his right hand. "The headline now reads 'Massacre at Local Tavern'." "Oh my! That doesn't sound good. Does it have any details?" "Not really." Gary told her shaking his head. "It's getting late in the day so all it says was that a dozen were killed and wounded during some sort of attack. The police were keeping the details quiet until the next of kin could be informed." "What are we going to do?" In answer Gary turned around and waved his hands over his head to get everybody's attention. "Excuse me folks but there's been a little emergency. I'm going to have to close early tonight. Don't bother with your bills, it's all on me tonight." "Gary?" Temper asked nervously as he got up and looked around, his hand reaching under the coat for his holster. "What's going on?" "Nothing to be worried about." Gary hurriedly answered. "I just thought it would be safer if we closed early tonight." He gave a look around at his patrons as they awkwardly began to get up and leave. "Could you take Marissa upstairs while I get everybody out of here." Before Temper could answer Gary rushed off to try and hurry up some of his more recalcitrant customers. "He's not on anything right now, is he?" Temper asked Marissa as he stared at Gary's back. "No, no...." Marissa quickly answered with a nervous laugh. "Hadn't we better get going?" Shrugging, Temper finally gave up and took Marissa by the arm and walked her to the stairs leading up to Gary's apartment. As he'd half expected the door to the apartment wasn't locked. For somebody who seemed as paranoid as Gary was today, he wasn't very good at it. "Marissa, I..." Temper began to ask as they entered the through the door, but stopped when the door slammed noisily behind him. Shoving Marissa behind him he quickly turned, his hand sliding up under his coat to his shoulder holster. "Who the hell are you?" The man behind the door smiled at Temper, making the room's temperature drop several degrees. That smile though, was the only thing about him that seemed even the least bit frightening. The man was short, 5'2", if that, slightly overweight and beginning to go bald. Put a pair of thick glasses on him and he would be Temper's accountant's twin brother. Except for the smile. "Ah, good." The little man said in a strange accent that Temper couldn't quite place. "I have been wanting you alone all day but was deciding that maybe I have to go for you in the crowd.. This way is much cleaner." "Temper!" Marissa screamed from behind him, her arm clutching hard onto him. "Who is this man?" "Never seen him before." Temper admitted as he gently slipped the .44 out of the holster, still concealing it under the coat. "Hell's accountant from the look of him." "Ah, good." The little man said with an encouraging nod. "Humor. That will make this more entertaining." Gary took that inopportune moment to open the door and step inside, his breath panting as if he'd ran up the stairs. "Look out!" Temper yelled as he pushed Marissa back with one hand and pulled the other out of his coat and pointed the gun at the little man. Gary just had time to partly turn his head before the little man pushed the door closed, catching Gary with it and knocking him across the room into the brick wall before he landed in an unmoving heap on the hard wood floor. "You're stronger than you look." Temper said impressed. It had looked like the little man had just given the door a tap but to send a guy Gary's size that far it was certainly more than that. "Ah, good." The little man said looking at the gun in Temper's hand. "Dirty Harry. Make my day. This is looking to be very entertaining." "Twitch a muscle and I'll make a hole in you so big you could crawl through it." "Yes very entertaining." The little man repeated as he took a step toward Temper. "Ah hell!" Temper swore as he squeezed the trigger and felt the gun kick him in the palm. The little man flinched back an inch before looking down at the hole in his chest. "Yes very entertaining. " the little man said taking another step. Bullet after bullet spat out of the gun, slamming the little man back slightly with each impact but not phasing him in the least. "What the fuck are you?" Temper yelled the gun in his hand burning his bruised hand. "Ah, good. Fuck... yes." The little man said still with that jack'o'lantern smile eerily plastered to his face. "That is what I am after. My master is looking for ... fuck... thing." "Fuck thing?" , Temper said back. If there had been any doubt in his mind that this was the same guy who'd offed Sawyer there wasn't any more. "Fuck thing belong to master." The little man explained. "Master lost fuck thing long ago. Master find fuck thing. Master want fuck thing." Lowering the useless gun Temper tapped it against his hip, feeling the slight thunk as the metal hit the stone in his pocket. 'Whatever this guy was...' Temper thought, '... he was some kind of monster.' Why not use a monster to fight a monster. "Succy!" he called out. The succubus appeared next to him looking just as sexy as she had earlier when he'd had his face between her downy thighs. "'Bout time." She told Temper. "I thought you were gonna leave me in there all night." The little man looked the succubus up and down curiously before nodding and declaring, "Yes you have fuck thing. Give me fuck thing and you die quickly." "Succy can you take this guy." Temper asked a bit desperately. "I'm a lover, not a fighter." She told him with her Cheshire grin. "And he's not really my type." "Succy?!" "Okay, okay." She told him as she looked at the queer, frightening little man. That horrible grin on the little man's face suddenly changed. Before it had inspired unknown terrors and whispered the pains to come, but now it was just... goofy. "What did you do to him?" Taking a step forward, Succy walked around the still little man, who seemed completely unaware of her presence. "Oh it's so nice to have a real brain again. I could never have done this in my last incarnation. But Emma,... now there's a woman with imagination." "What did you do to him?!" temper demanded again. "Like I said... " she explained to him, a pouty annoyance in her purr. "...I'm a lover not a fighter. All my abilities have to do with sex. I just granted him his every sexual desire. Just be glad they're only going on in his head and not in the real world. I don't think you'd have the stomach for them." Temper slowly approached the little man statue, not entirely sure that he wasn't just playing possum. When his glazed eyes didn't even blink he reached out and gave him a poke. "Owwww." He complained pulling back his bruised finger. "What's this guy made of? Cast iron? No wonder the .44 didn't do any damage." "Now, oh wondrous master..." Succy said reverting to her Jeannie personae. "What is you're next wish?" Temper ignored her and went over to check on Gary's crumpled form. The guy was unconscious and going to be pretty bashed up when he finally woke up, but other than that he seemed to be all right. Turning back he saw Marissa sitting on the floor right where he'd pushed her when Gary had come in. "Marissa honey." Temper said quietly approaching her. "I think I've got some explaining to do." She didn't move. "Marissa?" Temper asked, but got no response from her. "Don't worry." Succy told him as he turned to her. "She's in a real nice place right now. She'll be fine but won't remember a thing about your visitor once I bring her out of it. I thought it would be better that way." "Yeah, yeah... maybe." Temper gave Marissa one final worried look before turning back to the statue. "Now what are we going to do with him." "Know any parks that need a pigeon roost?" Succy asked dryly. "You mean you can keep him like that forever?" Temper asked hopefully. Succy shook her head, her long red mane rippling around her. "Only as long as I'm out here. Put me back in the bottle and he's back the way he was." "Well so much for that then. I'd kill the little creep if I knew how. Grant Sawyer wasn't my favorite client but this guy tore him to shreds and was probably going to do the same thing to me. What can we do to him?" They both stood staring at the little man statue for long minutes before Temper finally had a question. "Succy what exactly can you do. I know you've got this. And the last time you made all those girls crazy for Sawyer junior. And I saw you teleport Anne off to Sawyer's penthouse. Could you maybe drop this guy somewhere at the bottom of the ocean." Succy reached out and tapped Temper's thigh. At first he thought she was just trying to feel him up, but he realized she was tapping the rod in his pocket. "Only if this thing is down there with it. I can only bring people to it." Temper looked thoughtful for a minute, biting his lower lip as he studied the still statue man. "Okay then. You made that bunch of nymphets fixate on Stevey Sawyer." "Yes." Succy nodded back to him starting to get the picture. "Can you control exactly who a person has the hots for?" Succy smiled back at him. "You bet. You thinking of sending our killer off somewhere? I bet the Statue of Liberty could use a good hump. She's been standing there for a century now." "Uh uh." Temper told her. "I have a better target in mind. Let's see how this master likes it when his own boy hunts him." It took Succy only a moment to grant Temper's request. The little man looked dazed for a few seconds then turned feverish as he suddenly looked around. Not finding what he sought he rushed out of the apartment in a blur. "Well so much for him." Temper stated sounding pleased with himself. "For now anyway." Succy agreed. Temper's questioning look made her add. "Whoever this master is, if he's powerful enough to send that thing after you he's probably powerful enough to stop him too." "Why can things never be easy?" Temper added with a soulful sigh. "Well back in the bottle Jeannie." Temper told Succy with a slap to his thigh. "I've got to think of something to explain what happened to Gary and Marissa. And Gary should probably get himself looked at by a doc." Succy kissed him once on the cheek, her sharp teeth giving him a final nibble as she pulled back. "Well have fun." She told him with a sly smile before vanishing. Any contact with the sexy succubus was enjoyable, but that last smile had left Temper a bit worried. He realized he wasn't just being paranoid as two arms wrapped around him from behind. Looking down he saw delicate, chocolate brown hands working their way under his coat and trying to dig themselves through his shirt to his chest. "Marissa?" Temper asked. "Hmmmm." He felt a satisfied hum come right through his back as she rubbed her head between his shoulder blades. "Oh, Temper. That was great. Let's do it again." Temper usual reaction to having a beautiful woman rub herself against him appeared, stressing the tight fabric of his pants. For a moment,... well for more than moment, he was tempted to just turn around and concede to her request, but his conscious wouldn't let him. "Succy." He finally called out. The succubus popped up right next to him, watching the entwined pair with interest. "What can I do for you master?" "You can take whatever whammy you put on Marissa off of her." Temper demanded his anger fighting with lust as Marissa's hands started to work there way south down his stomach to his crotch. "No go master." She informed him with a chuckle. "I didn't do anything to her except wake her up." "Then how..." Temper began to ask but ended up groaning as Marissa's searching hand found there goal. "I told you she was in a nice place." She told Temper as she continued to watch him squirm as he tried his best to ignore Marissa's affections. "I just chose one of her fantasies for her to live out. Want to guess who was the centerpiece at the banquet." "Succy!" Temper said with another groan as Marissa thrust a hand down the front of his pants. "And when she woke up she just continued with the fantasy. This is her completely natural lust. I haven't added to it or directed it in any way." "Can't you do anything to stop this." "Absolutely." Succy informed him. "But it won't be that pleasant for her. It would be like I dropped her in the arctic ocean." Temper thought about that for a second before finally giving up. "Oh hell." He whispered. "Back in the bottle Succy." "Do you mind if I stay out here for a bit." She asked quickly. "When I'm inside I can only feed off of Emma. Not that she isn't keeping me well fed, but I'm a growing girl and can always use another snack." Temper was about to tell her no, he didn't really want an audience for this, but she quickly added, "And sleeping beauty over there isn't going to stay under much longer. With me out here I can keep him under long enough for you to have you way with the damsel." "Oh hell." Temper reluctantly agreed. Reaching down, Temper gently took Marissa's much smaller hands in his and raised them up to his face, kissing each warm palm with his lips. Letting go of her he turned around until he was facing her, her body trying to press into him through his clothes. Pushing her chin up with a finger he raised her head until her eyes stared right into his. Even blind, there was a longing, an unspoken need in them for him to fulfill. Lowering his face to hers he pressed his lips to hers. Enjoying the soft wet petals as they pulled back at his own lips he gently probed out with his tongue stroking her teeth, then exploring further into her mouth. It was a blast furnace, hot and wet and inviting. All the while their faces were pressed together their hands were busy tearing at each other's clothes, each stripping the other item by item. Temper had to admire her dexterity as she slipped from button to button to zipper, never having to pause to search for the next clasp. By the time he managed to drop her dress to the floor he was already down to his boxers with both of her hands were wrapped tightly around his cock, kneading it even harder while his shaky hands tried their best to undo her bra. Finally tossing it aside among the rest of the clothes scattered on the floor he reached down into the back of her panties clutching a firm ass cheek in each palm. Pulling his face from her he sucked in a mouthful of cool air, then bent at the knees, slipping the panties down to the floor where she daintily stepped out of them. Taking a step back he just looked at her. Her soft brown skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, the two rounded globes of her breasts slowly moved as she breathed. Following her flat stomach down there was an enormous patch of dark curls covering the hot pulsing lips of her pussy. Narrow hips, with just that soft round curve his hands had already felt flowed down her legs to small feet... that impatiently moved back and forth on the spot. "Temper?" Marissa asked him . "What are you doing?" "I was just looking at you." He admitted, feeling a bit guilty knowing she couldn't do the same. She just smiled at him then reached out until her hands rested on his bare chest before saying, "Then I guess it's my turn to look at you." It was a startling, but erotic, sensation as she brushed just the tips of her fingers over his face, feeling the outlines of his eyes, nose and mouth then circling up from his chin to his ears. Having felt she had a good picture of his face now, she moved onto his body, first feeling the outline of his neck arms and shoulders before beginning to stroke all the rest of the bare skin covering his muscles and sinews. It was almost a massage, her touch was so soft that he could barely feel it, but it left him tingling and wanting more. She ran her hands through the hair on his chest, pausing to lightly pinch his nipples before sliding down the sides of his stomach, just missing his cock which poked almost painfully up to rest on hers. Dropping to kneel in front of him the palms of her hands stoked his abdominal muscles, her thumbs running circles around his navel. When she slipped her hands around to cup his buttocks he had to force himself not to thrust himself forward, driving his cock into her rapt face. Slipping around, the tops of her hands just brushing his testicles, she ran her hands down the inside of his leg stoke the powerful muscles of his calves before reaching his ankles. Almost rushing after the patience she'd used to exam the rest of him she ran her hands up the outside of his legs then around to cup his ass again. When she leaned slightly forward and kissed the soft skin right above his pubic hair Temper let out a stifled groan of pleasure. When her tongue started to flick out as she circled the patch of hair, down his hip and around his thigh to his sack, he had to stop himself from grabbing her head and just shoving himself into her mouth and down her throat. Looking down he could just manage to see part of her forehead and the bridge of her nose through the mass of loose dark hair covering her head. Her lips pulled at his scrotum as they explored his testicles, his rock hard cock bobbing next to her face, occasionally lightly slapping her. When she finally reached the base of his erection she stuck her tongue completely out giving it one long wet lick up to his ultra-sensitive crown. She circled it there for awhile, enjoying his tremors, before licking along the top back to its base. Then in a sudden motion she came back to the top and sucked as much of him as she could into his mouth. That was too much for Temper to handle, that teasing, almost ticklish sensation as she explored him had primed him early to the boiling point. Giving out a loud roar he exploded a gush of hot syrup into her hungrily sucking mouth. When his knees stopped shaking and the Marissa had pulled the last few drops out of him he dropped to his knees, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth with a loud slurp. Taking her head into his hands he leaned forward and kissed her. "My turn now." He told her as he stared into her unseeing eyes. He looked at her in confused wonder. She was not the first black woman he'd ever had sex with, in fact his first time had been with a black friend of his sister's when he was thirteen, but he had never been with a blind woman before. The situation made him feel a bit guilty. It felt a bit like he was taking advantage of her, but that heated longing he saw in her face quickly settled that. He closed his eyes and carefully reached out. He found her head right where he thought it would be, and brushing her hair back he felt the hot smooth skin of her face move under him as she changed expression. Carefully he traced out the upturned curve of her lips in a smile, then as she had, he traced out the lines and curves of her face. It was a new sensation relying on a sense other than his eyes but the from way his cock shot up he was beginning to enjoy it. The soft round of her shoulder,... her long, narrow arms,... those dexterous hands. He wrapped his arms around her running his hands down her back and making her giggle as he traced along her spine. Coming up the sides of her stomach he stopped as he contacted the soft undercurve of her breasts. He started earlier on her than she had on him by leaning down and kissing her soft skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail around the two globes as he blindly examined them with his mouth. He felt a swollen, erect nipple on his cheek before he found it with his lips. She moaned her pleasure as pulled the nipple into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. He was beginning to get a bit of a crick in his neck as he busily chewed and sucked, so gently gave her a shove back and she moved with him, using their discarded clothes as a blanket under her. Much more comfortable he went back and forth between her breasts, rubbing his cheeks, lips and tongue over their soft supple flesh. As he kissed his way down her stomach he gently ran his hands down her sides feeling her shiver as he explored new, untouched flesh. Just above that jungle of tight dark curls Temper wiggled around on the discarded clothes making himself more comfortable. He was planning on being there for quite awhile. While his face circled the hairy obstacle his hands lightly stroked down Marissa's outside hips, thighs and calves, then switched to the inside. By the time his face reached her inner thighs his hands had already been there, stopping just before touching those sensitive folds between her legs and worked their way back down to her knees, now concentrating on the delicate skin behind them. He realized quickly as his tongue flicked out and touched her pussy that Marissa was almost as primed as he had been when she had started on his nether regions. Diving in anyway, her hips twitched under him and she let out a series of high pitched squeaks as he explored her with his lips and tongue. That hot tunnel leading deeper inside of her was oozing a continuos flow of warm, sweet honey as his tongue thrust inside of it seeing how far it could penetrate. He felt the sharp sudden pulses as he felt her beginning to blow and switched his exploration to her clit, his lips lightly nibbling and pulling at it. Just as he new she was cumming he lifted her knees up and circled them so they were hooked over his shoulders locking his face tight into her cunt. Her breathing shortened into quick pants and then... ... like a geyser Marissa blew. She screamed so loud he wonder if it had broken any of Gary's windows as her hips bucked under his face. He was sure she would have thrown him off if her legs hadn't kept a death grip on his shoulders pushing his face so tight into her pulsing pussy he couldn't breath. By the time she came back down he was starting to see spots under his closed eyelids, and that first long intake of air gave him the rich aroma of a fully satisfied cunt. Just lightly teasing her with his lips he disengaged her legs and dropped them to the floor to the sides of her body. After giving her one last long lick from her asshole to her clit he inched himself up again, raining wet kisses on her, stopping only to give each hard nipple a little nip. His eyes still closed he knew that he was hovering over her, his face only inches from hers as he felt her hot sweet breath on his face. Her slowly lowered his face, only to find himself kissing the tip of her nose, but laughed that off as he dropped lower and pushed his lips hard onto hers. "How are you doing?" he asked her as they kissed. "Fine. Great!" she told him. "Just please don't stop." Taking that as a good sign Temper moved his hips until he felt the tip of his hard cock touch the right place on her. It took a few tries..., he was supporting himself over her body with his hands, but eventually he managed to find his goal. Just inching it in at first he got her used to him before going any further. That warm velvet inside of her gripped him tightly holding him and pulling him deeper and deeper inside. When he finally bottomed out, his hips grinding into hers, he stopped and held himself there. That was too much for Marissa. Reaching up to him she grabbed hold of his shoulder and twisted, rolling Temper over until she was on top. He'd pulled out about halfway by the time he got completely onto his back but never slipped out of her. His eyes still closed he felt her sit up as she pushed on his chest with her hands until her weight was concentrated right over his groin, pushing her even deeper inside of her than he had been. Rocking his hips Marissa quickly got the pace and began to thrust her supporting legs to increase the motion until he was almost completely coming out of her on her every uprise. That was too much for Temper. He had to open his eyes and see this. He blinked a few times before his vision became clear but the sight was a vision to behold. Marissa's slim, dark body glistened with sweat, spraying it off her as she thrashed on top of him like a wild woman. Her face was a tight ball of concentration as she flung her head around in circles, her hair making a halo around it. The sight alone was almost enough to make Temper shoot off again, but he forced himself to hold off for another minute. She seemed to be enjoying herself too much for him to finish too early. When she let out a loud cry and her pulsing vagina took a death-grip hold on his cock, that was too much for him and he let go, spraying her insides with jet after jet of bubbling semen. They both slowed there movements together, exhausted from their union. When Marissa stopped her hopping completely she tumbled forward , her head coming to rest on his chest, her breathing slow and deep. "Marissa honey?" Temper asked. He got no answer from her. He almost jumped when a soft furry hand touched his cheek. It was Succy. Lost in the moment he'd completely forgotten he had had an audience. The succubus sat next to the still locked together couple, one fur covered hand stroking Marissa's bare back as she lay on top of Temper, the other still stroking his cheek , neck and shoulder. "Wow!" she said with a satisfied sigh. "I think I'm going to really like having you for a master." "Marissa...?" Temper asked her. "She's asleep." Succy told him. "After that she'll probably be out for a while. You do good work." "Gary...?" "He's still out of it. I'll let him wake up after I'm gone and you two are dressed." Temper wrapped his arms protectively around Marissa's drowsing form. "That's good. Now all I've got to do is think of an explanation for what happened." The end. That's it for Temper's third tale. I started this thing months ago but kept putting off finishing it until now. I was sorely tempted to added Erika(Kristy Swanson) to the mix for a menage but I'm trying to keep these stories at least remotely continuos with the actual series, and her joining in really didn't feel right. Temper's next excursion is another Buffy VS tale. Well sort of anyway. I was wondering where Faith had gone off to when Buffy was "Helpless" and had a decided to create an answer. TheRant

Sex In The Age Of Rehab - The Aches Of Old Age Lead To Passion by Hugh MVO Chapter 1 I'm at the point in life when aches and pains are to be expected. Recently I was scheduled for a pain management injection in my back. These are routine outpatient procedures, but they do require that you be driven home by someone. At the last minute, my wife found that she had to be out of town on business for the day, so she arranged for an acquaintance, Pam, to pick me up. We live over an hour from the doctor's office, so the plan was for Pam to bring me to her house, where I could rest until my wife got back to town. Pam is a few years older than I am, in her early sixties. As far as I know, she has never married. While no one would call her beautiful, I'd have to say that she hasn't lost her looks. I gave Pam a call as soon as I was ready; she came right over to the doctor's office. As I got into her car, I thought about what a good idea this was. My legs felt like rubber, and my head felt as if it was floating. I wasn't going to be driving anywhere for a while. Pam didn't live far from the doctor's office, and she soon had me settled on her couch, something for which I was most grateful. She asked me if I wanted anything, to which I replied "no." It was a pretty decent spring day. Pam was wearing jeans that had seen better days, and a pink, short sleeve knit polo shirt that I suspect had once been red, and that she didn't bother buttoning. I've never stopped admiring female figures, and I didn't fail to thoroughly take in Pam, whom I seldom saw. Like many of us, she was losing the battle of the bottom just a little bit. Her breasts were not large, but they were large enough to give her a pleasing shape. The flesh that was visible on her chest had a beautiful peaches and cream color, and there was a very nice bit of cleavage visible where her shirt might have been buttoned. Her nearly black hair, which she wore loosely pulled back in a pony tail, was generously streaked with gray. She had a nice enough complexion; what you you saw was what you got - she didn't appear to wear much make up. Her face wore the wrinkles of a woman in her sixties, and they weren't at all unpleasant looking. I estimated that she wasn't quite five feet tall. As she left the room, I saw that pony tail swishing from side to side all the way down to her butt. It was also not an unpleasant sight, graying hair and all. I must have dozed off. I woke with Pam holding a cool wash cloth to my forehead. "Are you OK?" she asked, "you were sweating up a storm. I was worried." "I'm fine," I said. I felt fine, but the cool wash cloth felt very good on me. She was perched on the narrow edge of the couch, half balancing with her other hand on the coffee table, sponging first my forehead, then my cheeks. She was bent over slightly, and I could see a more generous amount of her cleavage than normal. Gosh, I thought, that is one fine chest, and one fine pair of breasts. Her breasts hadn't seemed all that large, but looking down her blouse, they looked very attractive indeed. Suddenly I realized that our faces were very close, and that it was quite obvious that I was staring directly down her blouse. I was embarrassed. I looked up, and our eyes met, which just reinforced the embarrassment. She broke the ice with a big, wide smile. "You like?" she said, leaning over farther, with her face even closer to mine, giving me the best view she could. She brought her breasts to rest on my chest, and planted her forehead on my lips. I couldn't help myself. The pressure of her breasts on me was turning me on; I gave her forehead a little peck, then another, then a longer kiss, as I breathed in her scent. I felt her press her breasts tighter against me, working them against my chest. She turned her head to the side, nesting it on my shoulder. She started nuzzling her face into my shoulder. I put my arms around her, holding her gently but firmly to me. "Ohhh," she sighed, pressing against me. Then, just as suddenly, she sat up. Her face was flushed, and her breathing labored. "Oh God," she said, half out of breath, a grin on her face. My eyes moved to her chest; her nipples were standing out rock hard, plainly visible under her polo shirt. We both started laughing. Her eyes were sparkling, but I couldn't keep looking at them. My eyes went back to her breasts, then, embarrassed again, I looked into her eyes. She was looking right back into mine. I lifted up my hand to touch her cheek. At first I thought she would pull away, but then she nestled her cheek into my hand, appearing to savor my touch. Her skin felt perfect. My hand shifted to her neck, then I touched her hair. Her hair was as soft as anything I'd ever felt. I combed my fingers through her hair. She arched her head back with pleasure, and let out a little purr. I was feeling unduly drunk, and fully incautious with the moment. "Pam," I said, "may I undo your pony tail?" She chuckled. "Sure, but it may not be as easy as you think." With that, she swiveled herself around to show me her back. Her long, graceful pony tail reached all the down her back, and half way down her butt. It was formed by the hair itself being loosely tied in a single overhand knot. I wasn't sure whether I could untie it, but I went right to work on trying. It was easy. When it was done, her hair fell straight down in beautiful, thick, long, black and gray tresses. I combed my fingers through it, spreading the hair out evenly, savoring its texture. As I did so, I ran my finger tips over her back as they passed through the hair. "Mmmm," she kept saying. "That feels good." After a bit, I figured I had best stop, though if it were up to me, I'd have kept it up. "Why did you stop?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. I ran my hands through her hair again, my finger tips tracing a path down her back, starting on the bare skin at the nape of her neck, running over the collar of her shirt, over the outline of her bra strap, and down past the waistband of her pants, over and over again, as she purred with each stroke. We were a bit like two teenagers, slowly approaching, but like two adults, we knew exactly what we were doing. Pam was moaning, almost wimpering softly most of the time at this point. I couldn't stop myself. I wrapped my arms around her waist, underneath her shirt, feeling her skin, rubbing the flesh just below her bra. I kissed the back of her neck. Her scent was intoxicating. I felt as if my body temperature had suddenly been turned up - way up. I ran my hands up to cup her breasts outside her bra. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she said. I felt her reach down to unbutton the waist button on her pants. I let go of her, stood up and began to pull down my own pants. My erect penis popped out. She stood, pulled her shirt over her head, then she frantically pulled down the shoulder straps of her bra, slid it around, unhooked it, and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts stood out straight, full, and beautiful, her nipples just as erect as they had appeared through her shirt. I stopped what I was doing. I had to touch her breasts. I held them, I touched her nipples, felt them between my fingers. I couldn't keep my hands off her. I sat on the couch in front of her, and took a nipple in my mouth. A moan escaped her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh," she went on and on. Her hands went around my shoulders. "Oh God, it's been so long. Please don't stop. Please, please, oh pleaassse?" Her voice trailed off into a whisper. I did not stop. I kissed one breast, then the other. I sucked one nipple, then the other. She was naked. She had slipped her pants and under pants off. I ran one hand up to her butt, caressing her ass. The other gently caressed her between her legs, gradually finding her pubic hair. I intentionally stayed away from her vagina at first. I wanted to explore her body a little at a time. My rock hard penis testified to the fact that I was so hot for her that I would have gladly taken her right then and there, but I wanted to savor every bit of her first. She was just so delicious. I gently ran my hand over her pubic hair, then down to her clitoris, just barely touching it. She thrust her pelvis toward my hand, grinding it at me, and I let her rub against it briefly. She let out a moan. I shifted my mouth from her breast to her vagina, sucking her clitoris, rubbing it with my tongue. "Ah, ah, ah! Come in me, please, come in me, please, I want you in me!" She was thrusting her pelvis at my mouth. I stood up and held us together tightly for a moment, feeling my penis tight against her vagina, her breasts tight against my chest. It felt as if every inch of us was touching. Then I guided her to the couch, pushing her down. She raised her legs, spreading them wide. I knelt between them, and looked at her. I held my penis, working it with my hand. She looked down at it, lifted her legs higher, and reached for me. She wet her hand in her mouth, and moistened my penis. "Come," she said, "please come in me," then guided me to her vagina, carefully working the head into her entrance. I pushed gently, and entered her. She quickly thrust to meet me, pushing me deep into her. I came down on her body, mashing her breasts down between us. Her legs came together, grasping me tightly, helping her thrust against me. We began to move together, rutting like two animals in heat. We moved quickly against each other. I had never thought of sex with this woman. It had simply never occurred to me. Now I wanted her so much that I could barely control my thrusts into her body. She was breathing heavily, moaning, saying all sorts of things to me that I never imagined hearing from her. "Yes, yes, I needed this, yes, don't stop, please, don't stop, don't stop, don't, don't, ah." She was holding me tight between her legs, rocking her pelvis against me. She felt so good. God, how I wanted my sperm inside her. I could not wait to come, and shortly I did, feeling the wetness as I exploded with pleasure. After a while we stopped moving, and came to rest, still entangled, not yet willing to break the intimacy of intercourse. I stayed with my cock in her as long as I could, feeling the wetness that we'd made together. It apparently was what she wanted, too, since she kept her legs wrapped around me. Finally, I let go of her, and she relaxed her legs. We smiled at each other and started laughing. She gave me a sly grin. "Sex in the age of rehab," she said wryly. I could only laugh a little more. We untangled ourselves and sat up on the couch. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she rested her head on mine. I wondered what she was thinking. I looked down at her breasts. They looked delicious. She had not come. As I caught my breath, I had a great desire to suck her nipples. I reached across my body and took one of her breasts in my hand, gently weighing it. There are certain truths about sex between people in their sixties. One is that the female breast loses much of its mass. It does not, however, lose its appeal. Both things were true in Pam's case. I took a nipple between two fingers. She closed her eyes. I felt rather than heard her inhale deeply. Her nipple became hard as I held it. "Oh," she said under her breath. I bent my head down close to her ear and whispered: "I want to kiss every inch of you, then I want to eat you. I want to suck your clit until you are screaming." She sat up. I went to lie down, and pull her on top of me, but she stopped me. "Let's go into the bedroom," she said, taking my hand. Then she stopped. "Let's take our clothes with us," she added. We gathered up our clothes and rushed to her bedroom, two naked sixty year olds who hardly knew each other. It was a utilitarian space, mostly white, tasteful, but with only a few feminine touches. I looked for pictures of boy friends, children, relatives, but there was just one old black and white of a couple that I imagined were her parents. Pam wasted no time pulling down the bed covers. She glanced at the clock; it was just after twelve-thirty. "We've got a little time," she said, rolled into bed, and reached out her arms to me. I climbed in after her, knelt over her, and gave her a gentle kiss, which turned into a deep, deep, passionate kiss, our tongues mingling, our mouths moving together. I could taste her so deeply. I didn't want to break that kiss. I felt myself getting hard again. My hand went to her breast. Her nipple had gotten hard; I held it between my fingers, feeling its shape, gently squeezing it. She moaned again. I moved down and began to suck her nipple. I pulled as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, and whipped her nipple with my tongue. She gave off little moans each time my tongue hit her nipple. My hand moved down to caress the inside of her legs. She shifted her legs with my caresses, and her moaning increased. My hand wandered up to her crotch. I felt the soft, down of her pubic hair. I cupped her mound in my hand, holding it firmly. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and rubbed it against her opening. "Yesss," she hissed. I got the message. I sat up. She looked at me, puzzled. She was flushed and hot. "Come sit on top of me," I said. With that, I lay down on my back, my penis sticking straight up and erect. I reached out to her, and she came into my arms. She thought I wanted to come inside her, but I guided her up until her vagina was opposite my face. I steadied her with my hands, holding her firmly under both of her arms. Then I began to caress her pubic hair, first with my nose, then with my lips. She reacted quickly, rolling her pelvis to align her clitoris with my mouth. I began to gently kiss the lips of her vagina, then her clitoris. Then I began tonguing her clitoris, gently at first, then more firmly. Her clit had swelled. I began taking it between my lips and sucking it, holding it firmly between my lips every so often. She was making little sounds, not moans, really, just these insistent little "oooh" sounds, her body giving off little shivers. My fingers still steadied her body, but my thumbs were rubbing her nipples. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she said, over and over, her body giving off little shakes, her eyes closed. Then the sound, and her movement changed. "Ohhh... ohhhhh... ohhhhhhh...." Her shaking became more intense, "Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh... oooohhhhhhh..." Suddenly her body convulsed, she came in a torrent of discharge so great that I couldn't tell whether she was urinating or coming. Her body continued to shake as I kept tonguing her and rubbing her nipples. Then she collapsed on me, pressing herself to me. She was breathless, her body hard and tense, her arms grasping me with all her might. I had stopped - she was obviously done. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen a woman have an orgasm like that. She was still holding me tight, still breathing hard. We were soaked. I could smell her all over us, and feel the wetness on the bed. Finally, she relaxed, and we separated. We lay there looking at each other on the wet bed. "Thank you," she finally said. We just kept looking at each other. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. I understood why she hadn't wanted to continue on the couch. It would have made a great, and unexplainable mess. "You were... you were fantastic," she said. No woman had ever said that to me before, and since it seemed unlikely that any would ever say it to me again, I savored it for a moment. I'd heard the expression "fresh fucked look," but until looking at Pam, next to me on the bed, I never remember any woman having that look. I looked at the alarm clock. I didn't know when my wife was due back, but we had burned another hour. "I believe that we'd best get dressed," I said, getting up on one elbow, "do you have a towel? I need to dry off a bit." "Dry off!" she said, still a bit weak, "you need a shower." "No need. I'll just towel off. I don't smell like much." "Hmm," she said, "you might as well know that a woman can smell the scent of another woman on a man. Don't ask how I know." She hopped out of bed, headed for the bathroom, and motioned me to follow. She adjusted the shower, stepped in, and waved me in. We soaped each other everywhere. I enjoyed revisiting those areas that had given her so much pleasure, though she did not permit me to linger. When we had rinsed, she dropped to her knees, cupped my balls in her hands, and took my penis deep in her mouth. I thought she was going to give me a blow job, but she did it for only a few strokes, then she stood up, gave me a big, saliva soaked kiss, full of lots of tongue, then said, "that's a down payment on next time. I want there to be a next time." Then she turned the water off, got out, and handed me a towel. By the time we were dressed, and back in the living room, we were all business, as if nothing improper had happened. For just a split second I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking as she talked to the woman whose husband she had just bedded, but I didn't dwell on it. I put the whole thing out of my mind from then on. It was how I coped with my first and only foray into adultery. I had no way of knowing of such things, and as delicious as that taste of Pam had been, I had no intention of taking a second foray. Chapter 2 I described Pam a an acquaintance of my wife, rather than a friend, because I believe that's what she was. While my wife and I don't live separate lives, we don't share every aspect of our lives. My wife is not often away from home, so even if I had wanted to carry on with Pam, it wouldn't have been practical. My wife did spend a long day out of town about six weeks later. I was surprised to get a call from Pam early that morning, asking if I had some errands in town that might bring me by her place. There couldn't be any coincidence at work here. I began to wonder just how friendly Pam and my wife might be. I had put Pam out of my mind since the day of our love making, but the sound of her voice had awakened an immediate heat for her in my body. It didn't take me long to get going. Once I was on the road, I began having doubts. I knew Pam was no beauty. A bit heavy in the bottom, no great shakes in the chest, presentable enough, but not really pretty, and, in her early 60s, well, you could say that she'd kept the looks that she'd had, but perhaps my waking up from pain management had made me a bit over appreciative. I had just about talked myself out of the whole thing when my mind drifted back to the pure, simple, and remarkable passion that we'd shared. As a sixty year old, when was the last time that I'd come like a freight train, feeling an orgasm that intense, for that long? When was the last time a woman's breasts had felt that good? I suspected that it had been quite a while since Pam had had that kind of experience, and I was very pleased to have given it to her. 'In for a penny, in for a pound,' I thought. I took to guessing how Pam might look when I arrived. Last time I'd seen her, she had worn washed out, faded , frayed clothes. She may not have dressed for sex, but she had looked very sexy. It took me more than an hour to get to Pam's house. She lived in a small brick house, on a shaded street, in an older part of town. She must have heard me drive up, because she met me at the door; she was wearing exactly the same outfit that she had been wearing the last time I'd seen her, except that she was barefoot. Her pony tail was knotted exactly as it had been the last time I had seen her. There was just somehing about that salt and pepper pony tail... She gave her biggest smile; as she let me in, I frankly inspected her body. Her breasts stood out very nicely inside the knit shirt. As she led me to the living room, I caught up with her and encircled her waist with my arms, resting my hands on her stomach, holding her close to me, pressing my crotch against her butt. "Mmmm," she said, pressing back, covering my arms with hers as my errection grew against her. I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me over her shoulder. "It's been a while," she said. I breathed in her scent deeply. She wore no perfume, but had about her a sensuous female scent - one I remembered well. As horny as I was, I didn't want to let go. I just wanted to hold her to me, continuing to push my errection into her, but she had a different idea. She turned in my arms, looked up at me, and offered her open mouth. Our lips met in a long, long, soaking kiss, our tongues working at each other, our crotches grinding against each other. My hands held tight to her butt, pressing our crotches together, pushing my erection into her crotch, she pushing her mound hard back into me. I moved my hands up to her back to hold her breasts to me. She moaned with apparent approval, kissing me harder. Pam was so short that I had to bend down a bit to kiss her, and she had to stretch upwards. She put her arms around my neck. I reached down to grasp her butt, and lifted her slightly. She brought her legs up around my waist and locked them tight. She was groaning and squirming, while holding me like a vise with her legs. I couldn't support her weight for long, so I backed her into the wall, pressing her tightly against it. "Oh, oh, oh," she whimpered, holding me tighter. I could feel her pubic mound through her clothes as she gripped me, and I pressed against her. We hadn't broken that kiss in, well, I don't know how long. I couldn't stand it. Whatever was to be gentle, or subtle, would have to wait for later. I carried her to the couch, and let her down. I stood up just long enough to undo the waist button of her jeans. I pulled down the jeans and underwear together. I didn't even bother to get them off past her ankles. I opened my pants, and frantically pulled them and the underwear down together. She had gotten part way up to try to get her jeans the rest of the way off. I pushed her back down, spread her knees, and came down on top of her. She gave a little cry of surprise, but spread her legs as wide as she could with the jeans still around her ankles. My penis found her vagina, and the head eased its way in, feeling her moisture. I was trying to keep some bit of control. I took a few short strokes, then plunged my full length in. I was just fucking her. There was nothing but pure sexual need. Whatever had come over me was in control. She held me tightly between her legs, her arms tightly around me, grunting with each thrust as we pushed against each other. In very little time I came inside her, and shortly we stopped moving against each other. It had been a pure release of sexual pressure. I rolled off of her and sat up. She did the same. Then she started laughing. "What was that?' she said, through her giggles. We were both breathing pretty hard. "I'm sorry," I said, "I needed you, and I couldn't stop myself, not even for a moment. I needed to be inside you, I needed to come inside you, and I couldn't wait. It's not romantic, but it is true." "Hmm," she said, "It wasn't the most romantic moment of my life, but it is nice to be wanted. I haven't had a lot of that, so thanks." I kicked off my shoes and pants, stood up, and took her by the hand. I stood her up, put my arms around her, and held her. "That was just a down payment on the rest of the day. Let's get naked." "Let's not," she said. "Let's get dressed for a little while. We have all day, and I have a nice lunch ready for us." She did at that. We sat in the kitchen eating a tasty but light lunch. We ate sitting opposite each other at a table over looking a spectacular flower garden. Pam spent a good deal of time hunched over so that I could look down her shirt. It was a very good view. We had a surprising amount to talk about - mostly gardening. Pam liked to look at flowers, and she'd done a good job of keeping fresh ones in view. She also wanted a small kitchen garden, right outside the door. I had a few suggestions for her, when I was able to keep my eyes off her. At this point I found it humorous that I'd tried to find fault with her looks on the way into town. Sitting there in worn out jeans and a washed out shirt, she was a very desirable woman. I doubted that she could look much better all dressed up. I wondered if most women understood how sexy they looked in their play clothes. I help Pam clear the table. She started to wash the dishes. I put my arms around her and whispered "let me do those." She looked back at me, puzzled. I gave her a serious nod, put my hands on her shoulders, and moved her aside. I was a little ashamed of the way I'd treated her, darned near ripping her clothes off. It was rude, as great as my need might have been. There were only a few dishes; I took care of them quickly. Before I finished, she slipped her hands around me, cupping them over my crotch. I kept working, but she had the desired effect; I was soon hard. As I was finishing up, she undid my belt and pulled down my pants. She held my penis in one hand while she cupped my balls in the other. "Turn around sweetie," she said, as she helped me. She dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth, running her tongue underneath, gently squeezing my balls, and taking me completing inside her mouth. I held on to her shoulders, steadying myself, as the sensations drove me crazy. "I might come in your mouth, and my knees might just collapse when I do," I told her, the pleasure driving me crazy. She stopped, stood up, and put her arms around my neck. "We can't have that, now can we," she whispered, kissing me deeply, rubbing her crotch against my naked penis. I ran my hands up under her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her breasts came free between us. My hands came around to the front and cupped them. She closed her eyes with pleasure. My thumbs stroked her nipples through the fabric. "Mmm," she moaned, "that feels so good. Let's go to bed." We headed for the bedroom, me naked from the waist down, my penis sticking almost straight up. By the time we got there she had her shirt off and her pants unbuttoned. She shucked them off, and was naked before I was, rolling on to the bed without bothering to pull back the covers. As I joined her she reached out for me. I knelt beside her, our chests touching, and gave her as long, as wet, and as tongue filled a kiss as she had given me. She responded in kind, pressing her body against mine. I got on top of her. I felt my penis pressing against the bush of her pubic hair, rubbing against the soft down. I came up on my knees and took a breast in my mouth, tonguing her nipple until she began to respond with little moans. I brought my hand up to caress the other nipple. "Oh yes, please don't stop," she begged. I didn't. I continued to move my tongue rapidly over her nipple, while rubbing the other between my fingers. I felt her move her hand to her crotch. I reached down with my free hand and held it away. "Ahh. No, I need... don't," she moaned. I continued to hold her hand away, while I rubbed the base of my penis as close to her clit as I could, while being careful not to enter her. She was struggling against my hand. ""Enngh, ahhh, please!" she begged. I moved down between her legs, spreading them wide with my hands on the inside of her thighs. I probed her vagina with my tongue. "Aghhh, yes, there, like that!" she said insistently, as she tried to thrust her clitoris toward my tongue. Finally, my tongue found her clit. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, just pressing it slightly. She pushed back hard. "Uhh, yes, there, yesss." I started tonguing her clit, then taking it between my lips, and holding it firmly. She was writhing on the bed, pushing her crotch up at my face, moaning, constantly asking me for more. She was coming, soaking the bed clothes, humping up and down, making little rhythmic noises. I had my arms locked around both her legs. I could feel her shaking, convulsing with her orgasm. Then it was over. Her body relaxed, her movement subsided, and the only sound I heard was her heavy breathing. As the fantasy writers like to say, she had come like a ton of bricks. I relaxed my grip on her, and came up next to her. Her face was bright red, her breath a little labored. She was looking at me with a little bit of a smile. "You were fantastic," she said. I'd heard that recently, but not often. When had I ever heard that before? When a sixty year old hears it, he should write it down, day, date, year, circumstance, etc. The sound of her voice suggested that she meant it. All I could say was that she was as attractive, as sexy, and as purely delicious as any woman whom I had ever known, that I was compelled by her sexual beauty to do what I did, that I could do nothing less, that her body was as desirable as any that I had ever known, and that I would gladly do it again, right now. So that's what I said. She blushed. Then she gave me the most remarkable bit of oral sex that I have ever had. I don't describe it, dear reader, because it's indescribable. Sorry. We spent the rest of the day playing little sex games, then showering, and then I was off. We did not agree on another tryst, though Pam did, once again, give me a "down payment," signaling her intent. We had gotten out of bed. She asked me to untie her pony tail and then comb out her hair. I'd never thought about it, but combing out a naked woman's hair is a pretty sensuous experience. Once I began, I didn't want to stop, and she didn't seem to want me to stop. It led to a detour. I had been combing her long hair for quite some time. It was long, below her waist, and as fine and soft as silk. We were both still naked. Periodically, my penis would brush againbst her back. Suddenly, I stopped. "Pam," I said, "I want you very much. Please, let's go back to bed and make love. I need you." Without saying anything she stood up, walked over to the bed, and lay down. Looking up at me, she saw my penis sticking nearly straight up in the air. She spread her legs. I got on the bed between her legs, and she lifted them into the air. As I came to her, she wet her hand in her mouth, and moistened my penis. I came into her. She closed her legs, gripping my body tightly, and we came together, touching along the entire length of our bodies. We moved together, slowly, gently at first, then faster and faster, until I came inside her. We lay there for a moment, then I rolled off her, and we just lay on the bed for a few minutes, holding hands. It was an odd scene, the two adulterers acting like old lovers. When I left, at the door, we kissed the same way. Later, on the way home, I resolved that there would be no next time. Chapter 3 I didn't forget about Pam as easily this time., She became a fairly frequent fantasy, though I wouldn't call her an obsession. It was pleasant, when I was laying in bed, trying to get to sleep, for example, to occasionally think about the really great sex we had shared. It was as if her house formed this bubble in which we had this separate relationship, but I didn't hold on to the fantasy of that relationship continuing. It was time for another pain shot. I expressed some dismay when my wife told me that she had to be out of town again, and that Pam would once again be picking me up. "She didn't make a pass at you, did she?" my wife asked. I laughed. "No," I said, "it would just be nice to go right home and get into bed until the shot wore off." "Pam said she put you to bed," my wife said. "She did," I replied, "but it's not the same. I understand, though. Work is work, after all." Pam had indeed put me to bed, amongst other things. This time, when I finished with the pain management doc, Pam was already in the waiting room, wearing what I might now call her 'kiss me fuck me' outfit, the same old worn jeans and faded shirt. She helped me get down the stairs, and into the car. As we drove away, I noticed that we weren't heading for her house. "How're you feeling?" she asked. "Pretty good, but don't ask me to make any sudden moves for a while, or turn any sharp corners." "Not to worry," she said, "but I am curious about a few things." She didn't elaborate. I was pretty beat, so I didn't say anything for a while, but finally, my curiosity got the better of me. "What things are you curious about? We're not heading for your place." "I'll show you." She parked by a stand of woods, at the edge of a corn field. "I selected this very carefully. I love getting completely naked with you. I wanted to do it in the open air, but privacy is hard to come by. I think this is the place. I don't want a quicky. I want great sex - the kind I have with you." She got out, popped the trunk, and took out a large matress-like pad. She opened my door and took me by the hand. "Come," she said, gently pulling me out of the car. I my woozy state, I was [prewtty easy to lead around. We slipped into the corn field. Just a few rows in there was a cleared space, which she had apparently made. She set out the mattress pad, and invited me to sit with her. "What do you think, sweetie?" she whispered, "It's pretty private, as long as we keep our voices down." The drugs were starting to wear off. I could tell, because she was starting to turn me on in a big way. "Really," I said, turning to her. I reached for her breasts, holding both while my lips reached for hers. "Mmmm," she said. She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me back deeply. She pulled away from me, leaned back, and pulled her shirt over her head. She pull her bra's shoulder straps down, pulled the bra around, and unhooked it. Then she stood up, slipped off her sandals, jeans, and underwear. She was standing buck naked in the middle of a corn field. Looking at her delicious long salt and pepper hair, her breasts, her pubic hair, I just wanted to crawl on to her, and crawl into her. I pulled off my shirt, stood up, pulled down my pants, and there we were, naked together under the sun. I put my arms around her, my hands on her butt, holding her crotch tight against mine. We kissed hard, and held each other tight to each other. We were squirming against each other, if trying to get even closer. She was delicious. We finally broke the kiss. I got down on the mattress, and urged her down on top of me. I guided her down with my hands, positioning her breasts above my face. I took one of her breasts in my hands, and sucked the nipple gently. "Mmmh, mmmh!" she muttered softly, "that feels soooo good, soooo good... God, I love it." I sucked one breast, then another. She reached down, took my penis in her hand, and rubbed it back and forth against her clitoris. She placed the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and moved it about, working it until it was inside her. I didn't thrust into her; I wanted to concentrate on her breasts. They were positively delicious. She moved her pelvise in response to my sucking. "Oh God, please, please..." She reached down to her crotch, and began feeling herself. I grasped her under both arms, and eased her up, until her vagina was in front of my face. I thrust my tongue into her vagina. "Ohuh, oh, oh." I tongued her clitoris rapidly, whipping my tongue back and forth. Her breathing became frantic. "Oh God, that feels so good. Please don't stop, please, please." She put her hands on my shoulders and grasped them tightly, steadying herself as she began to shake, and make sounds of her approaching climax. "Ahh... ahhh... agghhh.... oh... oh... ohh... oh yes... oh yes... oh yes... yes, yes, yes, yes,yes, ahhhhh...." She had my shoulders in a vise-like grip. "Oh yes, yes, yes, oh I love you, love you, yes, yes. Yes..." Then she collapsed on to me, her chest pressed hard to me, her breathing hard. She was making little moaning sounds deep in her chest. Her legs gripped my body tightly. After perhaps a minute she began to relax. She rolled off me. Her face was flushed; it wore a weak smile. She looked spent, but she reached out to me, urging me to her. "Come in me, please," she said, opening her legs. I rolled between her legs, and moved my penis to her vagina, It was soaked, and I entered her easily. Her knees came up as she began to push back against my thrusts. Soon, too soon, I felt my climax buiilding, and my sperm began pumping into her. I kept humping as long as could. I had this psychic need to ejaculate as much sperm as I could into her, even though we obviously weren't in the business of reproduction. For some odd reason I felt the desire to impregnate her, futile as that desire might be. When we had finished, I supported my weight on my elbows, but stayed on top of her. I enjoyed feeling my pubic hair against hers, and she didn't seem to mind. She was smiling up at me, a picture of contentment. Finally, she spoke. "Sorry, I didn't mean that." "Didn't mean what?" I asked. "The part about loving you." "I know," I replied, "but it was a pretty romantic thing to say in the heat of passion." "So it was," she said with a grin, "so it was, and at the split second when those word crossed my lips, they were accurate." I looked up at the sky. How curious to be out in the open, naked, with a woman you've just made love to. "You know Pam, every time I leave you, I decide to never see you again." "Really," she said, "why?" "Why do you think? There's no future in this, only risk." She raised her eyebrows, making her look like a mildly displeaserd professor. "What risk?" she asked, "I don't see any." I thought about this for a minute. Pam was one smart woman. Smart as in almost PhD.,'everything but her thesis' from Princeton in anthropology. That made her a whole lot smarter than I was, but I bit on her assertion. "You really don't see any risk in Raina finding out that we've been carrying on?" "I don't think there's much risk of her finding out," she said. "We don't carry on very often, though if I we could, I certainly would want to. I'd want you between my legs every night. You are as good a piece of ass as I have ever had, though I realize that I might wear you out at your age." Gosh, I thought, highly complimentary, and brutally honest. "You're not serious," I said. "Maybe not," she said, "but I don't want to give up our occasional rolls in the hay. Just so you know - there is no one else, and there hasn't been for over twenty, maybe twenty-five years." I was stunned. Pam might not be pretty in the classic sense, she might be a little heavy, but she was mighty sexy, mighty sensuous, might 'good looking', and should register that way to any single man. I guess that by her age, in fact by age forty, there aren't a whole lot of single men. I didn't know what Pam was like outside of the sex, but I imagined that she would be a pretty good catch. As a sex partner, she was as good as it got. Some of what we did I've not described, simply because it was too delicious to adequately describe. Perhaps at a later date I'll figure out how. She rolled over to me and put her arms around me. We kissed, one of our very wet, very tongue filled kisses, that seemed to last forever, with neither of us willing to break it until one of us realized that we had been locked together forever. When we finally came apart she had another surprise for me. "I want to try something a little different," she said. "It's a little scary. Do you mind?" Assuming it wasn't motorcycle based sex, I couldn't imagine how scary it could be. "I don't mind. What is it." She got up and fetched something from her car, which she brought back. "Anal sex," she whispered, holdoing up a tube of K-Y Jelly. She sounded almot conspiratorial. "I thought that was something men were suppoised to want to push their women to try," I said. "Maybe, but it intrigues me. Are you game?" "Sure, I'm game, but I don't wan't to hurt you." She pushed me down on my back, and, holding me firmly down, explained exactly how things were to be done. "This is not a mechanical exercise. I want you in my anus. I want you to come in my anus, and I want to come, so first I want you to eat me. When I've had enough, I'll tell you. Then I'll get on all fours. You put some K-Y on a finger, and grease the inside of my anus, then grease your penis really well. Spread my ass cheeks, and seat the head of you penis at the opening of my anus. This is where we have to be careful. When my anus feels your penis, it will contract. You need to gently press your penis on my anus for a bit, until I can relax it. You'll know it's relaxed if you keep constant, but genbtle pressure on. When it relaxes, the head of your penis will just start to enter. At that point, don't push very much, just keep slight pressure on, and you'll slip in. At that point, my anus will try to contract again. Just stay still until it relaxes, then start to fuck me gently. At that point, try to put your arms around me and play with my clitoris. I want to try to come while you are in my ass. I want you to come in my anus as well. This will not be a success unless I can feel your penis pulsing, thuen feel your sperm leaking out of my anus. If you slip out, you may not be able to get back in, so be careful. Once you ejaculate, try to stay in me as long as you can." She was like a general instructing troops. '...then start to fuck me gently..,' how romantic. She had clearly thought this out in every detail. I wondered how she could know all these things, but I didn't ask - yet. I grasped her shoulders and turned her over on her back, spreading her legs wide. I moved right to her vagina, tonguing her clit, gently for a moment, then more vigorously. She had just recently climaxed this way; I didn't see how she could take much, so I didn't wait very long. I pulled away. "Turn over on your hands and knees," I whispered. She smiled and complied. On the way over she handed me the tube of K-Y. I greased my index finger as well as I could, then placed it on her anus, giving it just a little gentle pressure. After a moment I heard her say "ahhh", and her anus relaxed enough for my finger to slip in. I inserted my finger all the way. "Oh God, that feels good," she said, "move it in me some more, please." Then "YES" as I did so. She pushed her butt up more to make it more accessible. "Now," she said, "I want you in me - you penis, please, now." I greased my penis, positioned myself behind her, and nested the head at her anus. At first it seemed my average organ was impossibly large to fit, but gentle pressure and plenty of lubrication made me slip in fairly quickly. I slipped the full length in immediatlely. "Oh yes," she said, "but be careful." I began to move slowly in her. It felt completely different than her vagina. I was very comscious of not wanting to hurt her, but I was starting to lose control, starting to move in automatic. I felt my climax building. I remembered that she'd wanted me to play with her, so I reached round for her clitoris, but it was too late. I ejaculated inside her what seemed like an enormous amount of sperm. I couldn't stop moving. I heard myself making sounds, but it was all beyond my control. When I was done, I pulled out and helped her onto the matress pad, where we cuddled for a bit, front to back, like spoons, my arm around her, resting on her stomach, my mouth nestled in her neck, occasionally giving her neck a gentle kiss. I could have stayed there a good long time. After a session of intense love making, Pam's scent was very intense, and I found it intoxicating, even if I was sexually spent. "Well, did it meet your expectations?" "YOU did," she answered, "you definitely did." "Sorry I didn't get you to come," I said. "No matter. You had me so excited before that it wasn't going to happen anyway. But it was very exciting." I had to ask her something. "Why did you want to try this? Usually it's men who are interested in anal sex, and they have to talk the woman into it." "I'd read about it, and it seemed worth trying," she said "Was it?" "Sure," she answered, turning over on her back, staring at the sky. "Is it something you'd want to try again?" I wasn't sure whether I cared one way or the other, but I was curious about her. This seemed to be the first calculated bit of sex play between us. "Maybe," she said, in a pretty business-like manner. "Uh huh," I muttered. The whole thing had been a bit clinical for me. "Where did you learn about this?" I asked. "Research," she said, still gazing up at the sky. "I looked into it. Everything known to man is on the Internet, you know, and everything on the Internet is true." We both laughed. "Have you tried this with anyone else?" I asked. She kept staring up at the sky. "Your my only sex partner," she said. To be continued

** SPECIAL NOTE TO READERS ** On May 7th this story will be available for FREE on Amazon Kindle as an ebook. If you like reading this, I would ask you to download it for free and rate it (highly!) for me please. That way I'll keep writing more of this type of fiction. Just search for 'Vulvoid' on the Amazon store on the 7th to find it.. There are 3 stories in total on Amazon, and they are all slightly different, improved versions, of the stories on this web site. Thank you!! The Vulvoid Transform Prelude, Part 2 Stephen had become a vulvoid girl in the horrific live demonstration by Genetech for the awestruck Generals. His friend Peter watched in shock as Stephen, his recently male friend ,was forced by her newly formed breast brains, to touch her feminized body. The look on her face was one of despair how it would feel to have a vulva between his legs, he couldnt imagine What kind of fucked up penis envy would any victim of such a sexchange experience? He shuddered and stared again at the panties covering an empty curved space between her legs. Just an hour ago a penis and balls had created a substantial bulge in those very same panties He began to shake as unspeakable possibilities ran through his mind ********************** In the demonstration room, Doctor Taylor walked to Stephen and said now you are a girl, you need a girl name Im going to call you Ariel. Your name is now Ariel. No! This is not right!! Youve fucking well ruined my body! Im not a girl! Im not.. a ahhh ahhhhh!!!! Ariel wailed before grabbing her breasts in shaking hands and then shuddering as her breasts asserted complete control. n. no. I. ahhhhhh!!... Im a girl! Im a girl I am a girl I am a girl... she spoke over and over, becoming calmer as she said it. The look in her eyes however was haunted.. although her voice sounded calm and accepting it was clear her breast brains were doing the talking, not Stevens trapped mind. Introduce yourself please asked Taylor Hi everyone.. my name is Ariel As you can see I am a girl now this is my body now do you like it? she almost flirted.. Show us your new body Ariel Taylor instructed She thrust her breasts forward See my ripe sexy breasts bet youd like to feel them. She grabbed them, but not violently this time. She massaged them her hands shaking slightly as it was clear Stevens own brain still was fighting for some control. Look between my legs my vulva so sexy look at it curvy and empty, wanting to be filled. Oh look I have a Camel toe! and she spread her panty covered mound with her hands sliding a finger along the indentation her labia made in her panties Ive got a vagina too its getting moist now, just thinking about you staring at my cunt Imagining your penis in my hand sliding into me penetrating me! Ohh!!! Yes!!! And she began walking around the room feeling herself, spreading her legs for each of the gobsmacked audience members to get a good long look between her legs and at her ripe C-sized breasts. See how the breast brains control the host stated Taylor Unless the breasts allow it the host is completely unable to control or express themselves but there is a nasty side to the intelligence in Vulvoid breast brains What do you mean? demanded one of the Generals. From what we have seen the breasts seem to like to torment the host. For example, we know the hosts hate how their breasts and vulva feel As former men they hate the sensations their girls body gives them The breast brains like to make the hosts suffer by heightening these sensations and forcing the host to experience things that are clearly very girls body sensations Taylor said Such as? Well its the simple things sometimes For example when a girl opens her legs far enough her labia separates and the vagina opening is exposed.. So we often see the host forced to just open and close their legs so they can feel their labia lips separate and then touch together again when they close.. I guess the feeling of a vulva opening and closing must be utterly alien to any man and clearly exaggerates the lack of penis and balls, the opposite-emptiness of a girls sexual organs Often the hosts will be allowed to visibly cry and whimper, talk and even touch themselves while this is happening Its a nightmare! screamed out Fiona as her legs began to open and close shaking as they did. You cant imagine how fucking wrong this fucking thing between my legs feels! Its so empty! I can actually feel the vagina inside me! Where my fucking balls should be! And the clitoris! Oh god its its wrapped around my vagina! Its not just that fucking tiny pea where my cock used to be! There are these clitoral bulbs like legs inside these fucking lips between my legs! They puff up when Im being stimulated! The whole vulva lips thing swells! You cant imagine! she screamed out while feeling her vulva with one hand. Enough free will Fiona, shut up! Taylor barked. Ariel get up on the bed, pull your panties down so we can see your vulva Gentlemen, please come forward to see Ariel started shuddering as she robotically walked back to the front of the room, she pulled her panties to her knees her eyes looking wild as she gaped at her bald vulva for the first time. No god please god that thing its not mine look at it! she whimpered as she climbed on the bed, lay down. The men crowded around, staring down at her.. She in-turn was craning her neck to see the curve of her pubic mound and the start of her puffy little labia lips at the front. Nipples quite engorged, she nevertheless was crying. Behold a perfect vulva Gentlemen. Looking at this its almost unimaginable that this person this girl was a man just an hour ago. Exclaimed Taylor. With Ariels legs spread a little apart the curve of her labia lips was clearly visible, 4 inches long and near perfect. Slightly puffy with no obvious protruding labia minora and only smallest of bumps near the front where her clitoral head was. Spread your legs wide apart for us Ariel Ariels legs obligingly spread and as they did so did her labia lips pulling apart to show her vagina entrance clearly. She stared at the closest general Help me! Pleeeease! I cant bear the feeling! Help meeeeee she wailed until she was silenced by her breast brains again. Her vagina is fully formed and she is capable of reproduction almost immediately Taylor said We may even see something later tonight The host is generally very tired after the sex change though and often sleeps for as much as 12 hours after the transformation Taylor thrust his fingers into Ariels vagina and Ariel screamed Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! No no no!!! Please god .get out of me!!! Oh my god I can feel your hand inside me!!! No!!! Not a vagina! Please god no help me!!! she screeched until she again shuddered and became silent as her breast brains again asserted control. Do any of you want to feel Ariels vulva directly? Taylor asked No why torment any further this is just horrible! said one of the Generals Ok any questions? Taylor asked Yes so what makes this a weapon? Why are we doing this? Asked the same general Easy answer Two reasons as a form of coercion and torture I doubt anything comes close to this.. .Show a subject another person transformed and I believe you will get any information you require perhaps even more after they are transformed. The second reason is that Vulviod Girls are driven to reproduce That is to say their breasts force them to find and change other men into Vulvoid Girls Drop one behind enemy lines and she will start an exponential conversion of the men into girls.. each converted host becomes another propagator of the Vulvoid Conversion I imagine an army would quickly fall apart if they were being changed into girls left right and centre Said Taylor Wow this is well shockingly incredible said one of the Generals So what now? We see how Ariel goes now what happens in the next 24 hours will let us know we have finalized the development.. Will the inherent programming of the breast brains work as expected? Will the symbiot panties behave as we hope if so well over to you then! Talylor said. One more thing.. Taylor once we know for sure this Vulvoid project is ready what will we do with our test subjects Ariel here can we change her back? A general asked No its permanent and irreversable said Taylor FUCK NO!!! NO!!!! Ahhhhh!! No please god dont let this be my body forever!!! You FUCKING CUNTS!!! Screamed Ariel Shut up! yelled Taylor Its irreversible because his DNA has been changed The X-Virus is the thing that does all the work when the panties are injecting the host.. .The gusset of the panties makes huge quantities of the virus and the throbbing injects the virus into the host. The virus changes the host cells destroying the Y-Chromosome and inserting a new Vulvoid-Specific X Chromosome. Being XX, the host becomes female and the modifications in the new Vulvoid X Chromosome are the ones that trigger the development of breast brains. We cant make a virus to change the X chromosomes to Y, because the host would become YY then.. and that chromosomal state results in death Its permanent Ariel and Fiona were both crying and cupping their vulvas in their trembling hands. Ok Taylor well let us know what happens in the next 24 hours. For the moment the briefing is over Said a general and the audience filed out of the room. Ariel sat up and stared between her legs. Pull your panties on and follow me Taylor ordered Ariel. Ariels breasts forced her off the bed and forced her to pull the panties from her knees back up her legs. They moved subtly once in place and she grabbed her crotch again and wailed. As Taylor left the room, Ariel followed her breasts gently swaying and she winced at each sway hating the alien sensation of swaying bobbing heavy breasts on her chest. As she walked she stared down at her breasts and caught her reflection in the glass door, a lithe girl with an utterly female body right down to her empty, curvaceous panties covered cunt. She sucked in a breath, utterly shocked at her reflection. She wanted to run, screaming from the room to find a Doctor, Scientist, anyone who might be able to do something to put her back in a male body.. But her breasts had other ideas, so on she walked. She followed taylor down a corridor until she came to a door, which Taylor opened with a keycard. She was pushed inside and Taylor slammed the door shut. The room was occupied by Peter who saw Ariel and whose jaw just dropped. Oh my god he said Im Im a a. g Im a girl! They changed me into a girl! Ariel screamed. Look at me! She grabbed her breasts Ive got fucking breast brains!!! They are controlling me!!! I HATE THEM!!! She tried again to tear them from her chest. I CANT CONTROL MY OWN BODY!!!! No!!! No!!! Ahhhhh!!! she raged Wha wha what can I do?? I dont even know what to say! Peter cried back. Ariel pulled her panties to her knees and thrust her pubic mound forward LOOK! Look what I have become! You cant imagine how empty this fucking thing feels! I HATE IT!!!.. My panties they feed off it!!! Its so flat! The lips! I can feel them open and close where my cock and balls should be when I spread and close my legs!. She began to sob again. She walked to face the mirror where she stared at herself in disbelief. She took in her ample breasts and the camel toe between her legs Look at me!... Oh my god oh god Ive got a vulva between my legs A vagina I actually felt that fuck-hole bore into my body when these godawful panties were on me!!!! and she began to touch it, feel it in her hands, sliding fingers along her slit and into her slitOh my god Im a girl! It feels so wrong! She began to feel feint and dizzy in shock passing out she fell onto the floor with her legs wide apart. Peter was staring between her legs. It was the most arousing sight, but the fact that this was his friend a former man now a girl, was so shocking he couldnt help tremble even as his penis swelled in his pants. Ariel was unconscious for about 5 minutes before groggily coming to.. All that time Peter was staring at her bald vulva and breasts. Her open slit clearly showed her newly formed vagina entrance pink and unimaginably female. Have you had a good look you bastard! Why didnt you help me! Ariel sobbed I couldnt When I tried they said they were going to shoot me! Peter replied softly You look amazing! Ariel whimpered If I were a girl I would be happy to have this body but Im not, I was born male!!! I really hate this body! I feel just so helpless Oh god The panties they make me wear I just want to die! Ariel said. Ahhh These breasts heavy.. with brains in them. fuck! I can feel them their intelligence! They have even changed my fucking name Im Im. No Im Ahhh Ahhhh and she grabbed her breasts again as her nipples swelled Im Ariel! and her nipples returned to normal allowing her host mind to speak again. God I hate this! Im so sorry Im scared too What if you do to me what they did to you? Peter said in a scared voice. Then youll know how it feels! Ariel exclaimed while Peter simply looked scared all over again Im so tired! I have to sleep so tired and Ariel went to one of the beds, climbed in and quickly fell asleep. Soon thereafter the light dimmed. Ariel slept solidly for 4 hours, while Peter sat on his bed and worried becoming more and more tired. Peter was just drifting off to sleep when he heard Ariel moan. He glanced over at his friend, and saw that Ariel was still asleep, but she had a hand clearly between her legs and her exposed breasts showed engorged nipples She was being controlled again by her breast brains.. Her eyes fluttered awake and she looked towards her crotch. Oh god.. my hand its its fingering my my.... vulva!.. I cant stop it Im fingering myself again!!! No!!! no!!! Oh god my fingers are running up and down my slit!!! Please grab my hand! Do something! Oh no they no!!! Theyre pushing into my fuck hole!!! My vagina! I can feel my fingers inside me!!! HELP!!! Oh god its tingling.. no. please no! Im masturbating this fucking cunt!!! Help me!!! Peter pulled the sheets off and saw Ariels frantic hand massaging her cunt inside the panties.. She looked horrified and began to moan, begging for Peter to stop her.. He tried to grab her hand but Ariel suddenly yelled Touch me and Ill fucking make you a girl right now!... No!!! No!!! That wasnt me talking.. my breasts!!!! No!!! please!!! Im ahhh ahhh ahhh coming!!!! IM COMING AGAIN!!! VAGINA!!! SWALLOWING!!! she screamed again as her hips thrust into the air wildly in a spasm and her hand withdrew from her panties.. Her panties were saturated around her vagina with her squirting orgasm and the panties moved, writhing and thrumming over her vagina They are feeding on me god this is awful! My vagina It feels like its swallowing when I come! I cant bear being a girl! and she cried and cried until she was asleep again from pure exhaustion Three more times that night Ariel was forcibly awoken by her breasts and panties and made to masturbate. Far from getting used to it, each time became worse for Ariel as it began to sink in what she had become and what she would have to endure forever presumably. Peter slept fitfully in between these screaming masturbation sessions but he kept away from Ariel, afraid of her and the threat that her panties posed to him. The last thing he wanted was to end up in a pair of vulvoid panties experiencing the unbelievable sex change his friend had undergone. At around 6am Ariel was again awoken, but this time was different. Instead of reaching for her emasculated groin, she was forced to get out of bed. Her breast control was very firm this time, she was unable to speak. Instead she again experienced her breast brains asserting control over even her speech Wake up Peter she said softly. She was forced to gently shake the sleeping Peter Wake up Peter I am horny! Ariel was shocked to hear these words forced from her mouth surely her god-awful breasts wouldnt be so cruel Peter moved, awakening, and Ariel was forced to slide her panties off and get onto the bed so she was standing astride the awakening Peter When Peter awoke he saw a stunning nude girl over him her legs astride his head and he looked up directly to see a perfect curved slit of her vulva. What the fuck! he yelled. What are you doing! Im horny Peter I need a man and you are the only one available.. I want to fuck Ariel said although her voice sounded softer and shaky. No! I cant fuck you! Even though you look so sexy I cant.. it wouldnt be right! Peter exclaimed Ariel kicked the sheets off Peter was nude underneath for some reason He had a raging hard on now. Peter was speechless and breathless as Ariel began to squat her labia lips pulling apart as her vagina was revealed and she guided it towards Peters engorged penis. Ariel began to shake in horror, but her breast control was too strong. Her vagina entrance touched the head of Peters penis and she lowered herself further as Peters penis penetrated her vagina for the first time. Her breasts were torturing her! Forcing her to experience something they knew his man-brain would find horrific. Ahhhh!!! God no!!! Ive been penetrated! I I have a penis inside my fucking vagina!!! Oh god no!!! This is what a girl feels when she has sex!!! Its its so horrible!!! Noooo!!!! screamed Ariel before her breasts took control again Sorry .for some reason my stupid host doesnt like this Your penis stretching my hole wide sliding past my labia lips just like a girl is meant to feel! You dont have to do this! Peter exclaimed while clearly enjoying the sensation of being deep within such a sexy girls vulva even if this girl wasnt meant to be a girl Ariel began thrusting her hips up and down so Peters penis slid in and out of her.. She glanced backwards and saw the penis within her vulva her lips encircling the male member Tears began to leak from her eyes at the sight and feeling. What was a horny girls dream was a mans worst nightmare. But her breasts forced her on, bucking harder and harder until she could feel the contractions deep within her pelvis and the swallowing sensations of her vaginal muscles as she came for the first time from actual penetrative sex. Peter was grunting as he too came. She was forced to stand again and Peters spent cock slid from her he stared in part horror at her closing vagina as she grabbed between her legs and continued to finger herself before coming again thus time squirting copiously as she came all over Peter and the bed. Oh my god!!! Oh no no this is a nightmare! I cant believe I just experienced fucking girl sex! It feels so wrong! These fucking lips between my legs.. your penis sliding against them! Inside me! So deep!!! Oh god I hate being a girl!!! Ariel wept as she sat down, cupping her vulva in her hand and rolled into a foetal position next to Peter. These breasts forced me I couldnt control it!... No please god help me!!! I hate how this vulva feels! You cant begin to imagine!! You cant!!! she wept for about 10 minutes then seemed to fall asleep again. Peter eventually fell asleep also, and had a nightmare in which he became a vulvoid girl in the same way that Steven had. At around 6.30am the next morning there was a loud sound that woke both Ariel and Peter up. Looking around, a doctor stood in the doorway win an armed escort and told Ariel to get up and follow them. Please Doctor please!!! Help me! I cant bear being a Vulvoid Girl! You have no idea how horrible it feels! These breasts control me! Ariel screamed while grabbing her breasts and trying to hurt them in her shaking hands. The Doctor ignored her pleadings, told her to follow and left as Ariels nipples swelled again. She choked off a sob as she was forced to follow the doctor and guard. The guard was staring intently at Ariels ripe breasts and ever-so-female groin. He shuddered as she passed him, then turned and locked the door so Peter was alone. Ariel was taken to a medical examination room with a large CT scanner in it. She was ordered into the scanner and she lay there while the big machine hummed, presumably scanning her body. After 10 minutes the scan ended and she was ordered out of the machine and told to lie on an examination table. A large screen adjacent to the doctors desk brought up the imagery of her body as one of the Generals from the previous day walked in. Good morning Doctor. Please show me the mamobellum scans you spoke of after our subjects transformation yesterday said the General Of course the Doctor said, and adjusting some controls on his desktop computer, the large display changed to show what was clearly Ariels nervous system. Ariel stared in slack-jawed horror at the image. Of course there was a human brain at the top of the display, and a clear spinal cord with numerous branching off into her limbs. But at the front were two objects that each looked like a smaller brain where her breasts were. Coming from these hideous breast-brains were two thick nerve trunks that fused somewhere within her chest into a thicker nerve trunk that made its way to her neck. As the doctor rotated the image pointing out the breast-brains and the primary interface nerve, Ariel could see the place within her neck, near her skull where the breast brain nerve fused to her own brain stem. Ariel grabbed her breasts and screamed again, tearing at them like never before. The harder she squeezed the shorter of breath she became and eventually she passed out, her hands dropping to her sides. When she awoke the Doctor said Just so you know, your breasts now control your heart and breathing if you damage them you will die might want to remember that next time you get the bright idea of tearing them off your body Fuck you! You fucking bastard! You monster! What kind of sick fuck would develop these horrendous fucking panties and virus to do this to someone! Ariel raged at the Doctor. Im just doing my job now shut up in fact you should feed your panties now so please masturbate for us the Doctor said. Ariels jaw dropped again, then she gasped as her breasts took control and through tears her hand moved between her legs and she began to masturbate. She whimpered as she felt the living panties fabric slide up and down her slit but she could not prevent her masturbation nor her arousal. Within 5 minutes she came, shuddering and horrified. After her panties had been fed, the Doctor, with an intently watching General spent the next half an hour examining her body in detail. He measured her breast size, her vulva slit length. He took many photos and made her scream and cry again when he did an invasive vaginal internal examination. Finally he put some strange vacuum like apparatus on her breasts, two clear plastic domes which encircled her entire breasts and had a tube leading away to some machine. He turned the machine on and she felt her breasts under suction. The doctor then held up photos of nude men in front of her disbelieving eyes. These men need to become girls you need to change them they have no right to their penises while you must endure girlhood. You must immobilize them or they will get away! This was crazy talk, yet her nipples swelled then she felt a bizarre squirting sensation from them she stared in disbelief as a clear liquid sprayed from each nipple and was sucked up the vacuum pipes. What is that? the General asked Its breast spray a nerve agent that the Vulvoid Girl uses to immobilize her intended conversion victim. It causes complete paralysis other than breathing and heart beat and allows the girl to be impregnated, birth and attach the panties to the new host without a struggle. Im taking samples to check the potency, and perhaps to use in some more experiments later All Ariel could do what quietly sob as she lay there unable to move herself even more horrified about what she had become and the foul appendages on her chest. Ten minutes later she was taken back to her room, where a scared looking Peter remained. Peter oh god.. I saw my breast brains on a CT scan! Saw the nerve fibre attached to my brain stem! These fucking breasts! Oh god they they they have a spray that immobilizes on contact they kept talking about when a vulvoid girl converts a host! Thats me they are talking about! Getting raped by these fucking panties! Giving birth! Noooooo!!!!!!! Noooooo!!!!! Help me!!! Please someone help. Ariel raged and begged while clutching her breasts in horror The armed escort ordered Peter to follow and he left the room quickly, terrified by the thought of being locked in there with his transformed friend and her breast brains Peter was taken to the same examination room and told to lie in the same CT machine. He demanded to know what was happening and the Doctor simply said measurements and observations before and after Before and after what! Peter yelled You arent going to turn me into a fucking Girl! I wont allow it! But the Doctor ignored him, and then became exasperated and took a small pump spray from his drawer and sprayed Peter in the face. Breast spray he said, while Peter became limp Peter could not move, he was terrified, while the Doctor removed his clothes and began photographing his body especially he chest, penis and balls. All Peter could think of was that the Doctor wanted a photo of his male body so he could compare it to the girls body Peter would soon be in He wanted to scream and run, but was powerless to do anything but watch An hour later the examination was over and Peter could move again, he was ordered to put his clothes on again and was taken back to the room in which Ariel awaited.. He was shaking terrified Begging but they ignored him and simply opened the room door and pushed him inside Ariel was asleep on the bed. She looked so innocent, so utterly female. Under any normal circumstances, he would have been the happiest man in the world to be in there with such a girl. But the fact that this girl was a man only a day ago, and that the sexy blue panties she wore were the very things that changed that man into the girl, made him shudder He walked over the Ariel and stared at her sleeping form, noticing her breasts and trying to imagine what it must feel like.. Then he stared between her legs.. her panties barely concealed a near perfect camel toe slit, 4 inches long right where Stevens penis and balls were the day before What must it be like to have that emptiness between your legs? Lips that opened when you spread your legs a vagina! A birth canal pushing inside He was terrified that he might find out soon He turned around and noticed there was food in the room. Much of it had been eaten, presumably by Ariel no doubt extremely hungry after her sexchange had sapped so much energy from her body. Peter realized he too was unbelievably hungry and he ate all that remained then became overcome with exhaustion. All the fear and shock finally got to him and he fell into a near-coma sleep. Around 4 in the morning Peter was woken by whimpering. He looked around and saw Ariel on the kneeling, legs apart on the floor staring between her legs. She periodically grabbed her crotch and each time she did her whimpering became more pronounced. Whats wrong? Peter asked in a trembling voice Look! Ariel gasped and she removed her hand so Peter could see the panties gusset It had a bulge in it.. and as Peter watched it grew before his eyes. My panties! I cant get them off! Theyve dug into my skin around the edges! I can feel the fucking gusset swelling! Oh my god.. just like yesterday! Im going to be raped! Peter! Help me!!!! Peter shot of the bed and ran to Ariel. He realized that her breast brains would soon force her to spray him and then it was game over he was as good as a girl.. So he did the only thing he could think of, he punched Ariel in the breasts Hard Ariel screamed, grabbed her breasts and fell sideways gasping as her breast brains stopped controlling her breathing. Why? she whispered. Sorry.. oh god.. Im so sorry but I cant let you change me into a girl! I couldnt bear it! Look at what youve become!... I had to stop your breast brains sorry! and he started to cry he felt so ashamed.. yet it was all he could think of.. he looked away in disgust with himself A few moments later he heard a noise of a latch closing. He spun around and saw that Ariel was gone, she had locked herself in the bathroom! Steven!... I mean Ariel oh whatever what are you doing! My breasts they hurt youre going to kill me! If my breast brains get too damaged I stop breathing I HATE being a girl.. but I dont want to die Oh god this is a nightmare. FUCK!!!! The gusset is so big now!!! Im scared!!! Its moving! No!!! Its twitching!!! Squeezing into me!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! No No!!!!!!! No!!!! Its pushing my lips apart!!! No!!! Its Its!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Inside me!!! Fucking panties penis slid inside me! HELP!!!! PLEASE GOD NO!!! Sliding out! Fuck in and out fucking panties penis is sliding in and out of my vagina! They are raping me!!!! Ariel screamed the rape took perhaps 3 minutes. As hard as it was for Peter to hear, he could barely imagine what his friend must be feeling. Having living panties thrust in and out of a vulva you were never meant to have, knowing they are impregnating you must be beyond horror When she came she wailed and cried Ive been raped these fucking panties have inseminated me!!!! Im going to give birth! Ahhhhhhhhhhh Peter did not know what to do.. his friend had been impregnated and he knew she would soon give birth to living Vulvoid Panties intended for him.. He was shaking uncontrollably with shock.. Ariel on the other side of the door just sobbed and groaned as the Vulvoid Panties zygote grew within her girls womb. She did not respond to Peters questions She lay in a foetal position, her belly growing so fast it shocked her to the core Perhaps 30 minutes later she felt her breasts tingle again and then was shocked as her nipples suddenly expanded and her breast-brains took complete control. She sat up, feeling awkward and staring at her bulging belly. That was when she felt her first contraction she sucked in a lungful of air in response to the pain. Her hands went to her breasts and she was forced to grab them in such a way that she would be able to aim the spray from her nipples.. She opened the latch to the bathroom and Peter spun around as she slid the door open a crack and, seeing Peter close-by, felt her nipples spray the immobilizing spray. Peter was hit in the face, whimpered and screamed then fell into the bed unable to move. Tears streamed from his eyes as the enormity of the sudden knowledge he was going to become a Vulvoid Girl sunk in. Ariel walked into the room Peter was even more shocked to see her swollen belly. She slid her panties off, and walked over to the bed. Her perfect vulva inches from Peters eyes. Have a look you are going to have a vulva just like this oh so soon Its so flat and empty no more penis no balls a slit and a hole just like me and she smiled in a taunting way, clearly completely controlled by her breasts Slowly she took off Peters clothes and periodically she grunted as her birthing contractions came more and more often The contractions were coming every minute or so now, and it was agony for Ariel.. God help me Im giving birth! Its such a horrific feeling! Peter.. .Im so sorry! My breasts controlling me!!! Unbelievably she then got onto the bed, turned around and straddled Peter on all fours so Peter was staring right up at Ariels vulva. Ariel screamed and panted and Peter saw her vulva push forward as the panties moved in her vagina towards her entrance. It looked like agony, and Ariels reflection in the mirror said it all. She screamed again and her widely distended vulva began to split open the milky blue surface of the panties in their birthing sac came into view. Over the next 3 minutes it forced her vagina open and her labia lips stretched unbelievably around this most horrific object. Slowly it oozed from her vulva entrance as she screamed and screamed, until it finally came free and fell landing in a wet plop on Peters face before sliding to the side onto the bed. Peter then saw Ariels vagina hole stretched wider than he imagined possible, slowly start to close. He could see every wrinkle and ridge of Ariels poor vagina. He was hysterical, sobbing, wishing beyond hope he could move flee so the hideous panties near his head would not be placed on him but it was not to be. At the side of his head he could feel and just discern in his peripheral vision, the writhing of the living panties within the birthing sac. Clearly they were desperate to escape their watery membrane confines and find a host him Ariel got off him, tears streaming down her face and with shaking, shuddering hands she grabbed the panties birth sac, and held it over Peters penis. She squeezed hard until it ruptured, when a torrent of water and the panties themselves spilled from the ruptured form and landed in Peters groin. The panties clearly sensed a male body and moved on their own, first encircling Peters penis while Peter looked on with terrified eyes. Then parting flowing, the actual edges of the panties providing the propulsion with the elastic looks actually crawling like millipede legs In less than a minute they were properly on Peter and stretched tight to enclose his doomed Penis and balls. Peter was trying to scream as he felt this alien sexual presence entrap his manhood. He winced in pain as the panties elastic-look edges actually dug into his skin, firmly anchoring the living panties to his body. Ariel just stared on, one hand cupping her bald vulva and the other a breast she was whimpering and crying again. Peter felt a squeezing sensation near his balls as the gusset itself began to swell, then he felt a shocking sensation of something within the panties moving some kind of appendage was snaking out of the panties gusset, sliding past his balls and up towards the front of the panties.. He knew it was the panties umbilical He shook with fear as he felt it approach his penis head, then cried out as he felt the umbilical attach encircling his penis head, flowing half way down his shaft and holding fast. He then felt some tube push painfully down his actual penis hole it was agony! He knew what would happen next, and that made it all the worse.. The gusset expanded again, his balls squeezed till they hurt in the confines of the panties. He felt the gusset begin to squeeze and pulse, growing in intensity as it flexing its muscles. Then he felt a pain unlike any he had felt before as the panties gusset bulge suddenly and violently deflated the contents of the swelling pushing through the panties umbilicle and into his penis. He felt like his penis was going to explode the pain was so intense. He could feel fluid being pumped from the hideous panties gusset into his body via his penis! Again the panties engorged and again his penis was injected. The panties engorging and deflating injection picked up pace until it looked as though he had some bizarre heart between his legs, beating, pulsing, throbbing He knew that the fluid entering his body was a DNA altering retrovirus that was going to attack and reprogram his very cells making them female, with special Vulvoid Girl coding to ensure he would grow breast-brains. His eyes pleaded with Ariel, who was speechless watching the carnage unfold between his legs. All he could do was watch and feel the beating panties and his defiled body. After about 10 minutes the pain in his penis began to subside worryingly it felt a little numb. He felt sick his body under attack from the converting virus the panties were injecting him with But it was a tingling sensation on his chest that made him really begin to panic. He felt nauseous and almost passed out, only to come round 15 minutes later to a sensation he could never have imagined Swelling nipples! He was able to weakly scream now and he did so as he felt the nipples gain girl proportions, then he felt the swelling continue under the nipples. He was growing breasts! The lumps under the nipples grew and grew, rising up off his chest and swelling before his dumbstruck eyes. . They swelled and swelled while he screamed and begged for the panties to be removed. In less than 5 minutes he had ripe size C breasts thrust up on his chest. The breasts were so heavy! He stared in horror at the massive bulges on his chest, knowing that within them were a brain like structure that was going to control him like some girl puppet and force him to endure the most horrible things a man could imagine He now knew what a girls breasts felt like! But the breast growth horror was not over, because he felt something pushing actually inside his chest from the back of each breast pushing into his chest itself like some slithering cold snake. Ariel stared at his new breasts and simply said your breast brains are attaching to your own brain now just like these fucking things on my chest! and she grabbed her breasts again and tried to pull them off her body.. only to shudder as her breasts took control. Her breasts seemed to want to punish her for trying to hurt them, so while he felt nerve fibres push up into his neck, she was forced to spread her legs and insert fingers and finally a whole fist into her vagina! She was screaming and he was also as the final stage of the breast-brain wiring up occurred. The fat nerve trunk from the breasts reached his brain stem and began wrapping around and into it. It was the most horrific sensation yet and his whole body shook and writhed as his brain and the breast-brains fought for control of his body. Nis nipples engorged rapidly and when his hands left his side of their own accord and grabbed his breasts he knew the breast-brains now were his master. God help me! Ive got breast brains controlling me! You fucking bitch!!! You bitch!!!! Nooooooooo he screamed and raged. His hands were gently squeezing and feeling his new breasts he could scarcely believe he was experiencing that sensation, from a girls perspective. They soft yet large fleshy globes beneath his trembling hands were so sensitive so heavy! He wanted to crush them, pull them off, but he couldnt control his hands! He was so focussed on his breasts that he almost forgot that the panties were still changing him further. The numbness of his penis had spread and now he could barely feel his balls when he glanced down to his crotch, he screamed again because it was so obvious his penis had dramatically shrunk! Each time the panties deflate, you could clearly see the penis and balls trapped within their living fabric and they were now half the size they had been before. He felt a sensation like he had been kicked in the balls and saw the bulge of his balls disappear completely as they migrated inside his body presumably changing into ovaries as they went. He was begging again not be become a girl, when his back arched and legs spread involuntarily and he felt his whole pelvis widen into a girls pelvis, making room for his imminent birth canal. His pelvic bones crunched and contorted, hips widening and the open area between his legs spreading further. Staring in disbelief he saw the panties looked so much more female between his legs, the shape they hugged now had the puffy rounded quality of a girls pubic mound. The mound of venus was right there between his legs! As his hip widening reached his climax he ceased arching his back, exhaustion now taking hold he moaned softly, hearing a girls voice escape his throat for the first time. Again he screamed, this time as a girl, which made him scream all the more Yet despite his angst, the relentless panties continued to beat and throb between his legs, injecting more and more of the virus. His penis finally completed its absorption into his utterly female looking mound. He felt a desolate emptiness between his legs, but even that sensation was to become more welcome than the one that replaced it. Near his arse he felt the lips of his soon-to-be labia begin to form. It was such a horrible sensation to feel his own skin thicken and then separate, he screamed uncontrollably, begging for the process to be stopped and while staring at the reflection in the mirror of his crotch. What began as a small indent soon progressed both in length and depth as it cleaved its way into his groin. He couldnt believe he was feeling a slit opening up between his legs, he saw the camel-toe indentation near his arse lengthen with each pulsation of the hideous panties. Over five minutes the slit reached 4 inches in length ending where his penis used to be. The sensation was so alien, so utterly female he was unable to accept it. He could actually feel the lips open, he didnt have a bulge between his legs any more he had the opposite. Yet even that feeling he would have paid untold sums to keep, compared to the sensation that came next. Within the folds of his newly formed labia lips, he felt a pushing sensation. The sensation grew and grew and he just knew it was a vagina burrowing into his body from the inside of his new girls mouth. There were no words applicable, nothing he could do but scream vagina! VAGINA!!! over and over as the birth canal grew into him. Five minutes later the pushing sensation ended as the new vagina fused with his newly grown cervix and womb. He knew he was a girl now he could be vaginally fucked! Penetrated! Impregnated and even give birth. Her whole vulva didnt just feel dickless, it felt utterly invasive desperately empty. And still the panties continued to beat. She was speechless! What else could they do to her! And then she felt it Most men and even some girls have no idea that a clitoris is not just the tiny peanut sized thing at the front of a girls slit. There is more to it There are bulbs for example, engorgable tissue that run from the clitoral head down the inside of the labia majora these bulbs swell when a girl is sexually excited and cause her vulva lips to puff up and transfer more of the motion of vaginal penetration to the clitoris head. Similarly there are a pair of leg-like extensions that also run from the clitoris head but within the groin to meet and touch the vagina internally itself again these transfer motion from vaginal penetration to the clitoris. Its almost like a hand, grabbing the mound of the girl. This is what Peter felt form between his legs. As the hideous bulbs and legs infiltrated his labia and groin, she felt the first stirrings of a truly female sexual heat between his legs. She hated the feeling utterly and, now almost incoherent with torment, begged again for the sensation to end and his manhood to be restored. This was not to be. Another five minutes and the panties ceased injecting and released their hold. Like Steven before, Peter grabbed her new vulva in a shaking hand feeling it directly and for the first time knowing what a girl feels when her vulva is cupped. Her new lips slid beneath her fingers, she screamed and the desolation she felt, then slid her hand into her panties directly, touching her new labia lips and pulling them in a hateful way Her breasts then took control as she screamed, she was forced to finger herself for the first time. The sensation of her fingers sliding between the lips, and into her actual vagina was too much.. She passed out for a moment. Even in unconsciousness, her breast-brain controlled hands frantically fingered her vulva until she came in her first squirting female orgasm. Peter awoke to find her new vagina making horrific swallowing contractions and her panties slithering over her new cunt, as they absorbed her recently gushed vaginal lubricant. Slowly her eyes swung up to meet the tearful eyes of Ariel. I I Im a.. Girl. Youre a vulvoid girl now like me! Ariel said A fucking Vulvoid Girl! My name Ahhhh is. Now.. ahhhhh!!!!!! Peter said grabbing her breast brains in her shaking hands forced to speak by the very same breast brains my name is Fiona! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! NO!!! IM A GIRL!!! A GIRL!!!! I HATE HOW IT FEELS!!!... these FUCKING PANTIES have DESTROYED MY BODY!!!! Both girls then grabbed their panties, pulled them down and exposed perfect bald vulvas with the neatest and most female camel toes Staring between their legs, and in unison, they screamed in unison as their breasts forced them to slowly spread their legs and they saw their lips separate and open up like some alien mouth. But the worst was yet to come To be continued... VISIT THE VULVOID HOME PAGE AT: http://www1.asstr.org/~SexChange/index.htm

** SPECIAL NOTE TO READERS ** On May 7th this story will be available for FREE on Amazon Kindle as an ebook. If you like reading this, I would ask you to download it for free and rate it (highly!) for me please. That way I'll keep writing more of this type of fiction. Just search for 'Xvirus' on the Amazon store on the 7th to find it.. There are 3 stories in total on Amazon, and they are all slightly different, improved versions, of the stories on this web site. Thank you!! The X-Virus - Part 1 By Lisa James Email me at: [email protected] My name is Steven, or at least it was. I was 15 and half way through my 4th year at high school when my life changed forever - in a very bad way. It was mid April, Monday morning and I arrived at school on the bus. Hopping off I noticed a car pull up and a girl get out. She was very pretty, but seemed quite upset as she got out of the car and began to walk up the path. She was new; I had not seen her before. I watched her, noticing how sexy she looked in her short school dress. Two grapefruit sized breasts that bounced gently as she walked distended her chest. My eyes locked onto hers and I could see she had been crying. Her eyes dropped to her breasts and her mouth curved into a frown. I smiled at her but she did not see me as she walked quickly past and into the crowd. There was something unusual about the girl, something that I would later understand in intimate detail. I did not see her at any of our morning lessons. After morning break I was on my way to my next lesson when I saw her again - heading for the toilets. She walked straight past the girls toilet and into the boys toilet. Strangely, a moment later she came back out looking angry and for some reason she grabbed her crotch through her dress and let out a strange soft wail as she walked into the girls toilet. Weird I thought, but I did like her touching herself and I imagined what it might be like for me to touch her between her legs, to feel her girlhood directly in my hand. I began to get an erection, daydreaming, when the warning bell told me I needed to get to class quickly. After lunch was a sport lesson. I had been excused so that I could go to the library and catch up on my Geography for a forthcoming exam. The library was rather deserted and I took a place in the Geography aisle up the back of one of the long stacks and sat on the floor, pulling the books I needed around myself. I was deep in thought, reading when I heard a noise in the next aisle. Peering through the gaps in the books I was surprised to find the new girl was in the next aisle, pulling books from the shelf and placing them on the floor. I could see that the books were anatomy titles and titles on sex and puberty. The girl had a haunted look on her face and she looked around, unaware that I could see her, before she spread her legs - hitching her short dress high. I had a virtually instant hard on! I could see her panties and the shape of her vulva beneath in intimate detail! She stared at her girlhood and grabbed her panty-covered mound in her hand. Her face had a look of grief and again she gave a quiet scream as she felt her cunt, massaging her girlhood in her hand. I heard her quietly say 'Why me? I hate this feeling! Ohh... Why? Why?....' as tears began to leak from her eyes. She regained some composure and began to flick through one of the books on sex education, until she had it open at a page that had a drawing of a girl's genitals, both front on and in cross section. She stared at the pictures with something close to loathing on her face, and then she lifted her hips and began to pull her panties off, throwing them so that they lodged in the bookshelf near me. I was thinking her behavior was bizarre, but I was so turned on by the sight of this gorgeous girl and her strikingly female private parts that I couldn't take my eyes off her. Having removed her panties, she spread her legs again and this time I got an amazingly intimate view of her vulva. I could see just how flat it was compared to my own boys genitals. I could see the lips of her labia split her body from near her arse to where her dick would have been were she a boy. It was such an amazingly sexual sight. As she parted her legs further I saw her vulva lips pull apart and she shuddered as if in shock, giving a small gasp. 'I hate this!!! Oh god I hate being a girl! I cant bear the feeling!' she quietly moaned. I was shocked to hear these words. Why would such a gorgeous girl say that? But then I was glad that I had a dick, not a cunt between my legs! She stared at the drawing of the girl's anatomy and then glanced between her own legs. She grabbed her cunt again with one of her hands and began to trace a finger up and down her labia lips, gasping and almost sobbing as she did. She stared again at the drawings and her hand made a slow path down her slit to where I guessed her vagina began. Her fingers were inside her lips and she had a pained look of grief as one of her fingers actually pushed deeper inside - actually inside her vagina. I had such a hard on, it was so amazing to watch and I tried to imagine what it must have felt like for her to have a finger inside a hole between her legs. Her finger began to slide in and out and I knew then that she was going to masturbate! Soft moans escaped her lips and she began softly talking again about how she hated her body, how she hated the sensations of her cunt. Her hand began rubbing her vulva more frantically, she alternately squeezed her flat mound, rubbed her vulva with the palm of her hand (concentrating pressure near the front where I knew her clitoris was) and occasionally she would dive a finger or three into her vagina. This bizarre masturbation and behavior continued for several minutes until she came. This time she did scream more loudly 'God no!!! Please no!!! Ohhhh!! Its swallowing!!! Please no!!!! I cant bear it!!!! Why? Why me!!! I hate this body! I hate being a girl!' As a final gesture she closed her legs and grabbed her breasts through her dress and seemed almost to be trying to pull them off! 'No! No!!! Theyre throbbing too! No!!! Get off my body!!! Get off!!!' I was so turned on by the intimate show that I actually came myself! Despite the girls bizarre talk and behavior I was left breathless by the intimate show she had put on. At that moment I heard a noise. It was the librarian calling out 'what's going on back there! Whats all that noise!'. I heard footsteps approaching and the new girl looked startled. She grabbed her panties and wiped her wet cunt with the panties before hurriedly throwing them aside again. She closed her legs, stood up and pulled her dress back down. She quickly pushed the books into a pile then darted off down an aisle to disappear. The librarian was walking down the aisle where the girl was previously, still calling out 'Who's there?'. I didnt want to get accused of making all that noise, so I got up as well. Seeing the girls panties on the shelf, I pushed my hand through and grabbed them, stuffing them into my pocket before I too fled. I left the library and entered the schoolyard. I couldnt see the new girl anywhere. Looking around I realized I had to go to the toilet, so I walked to the nearest one and into a cubicle. The boys toilet was deserted. My dick was still fairly large from my former erection, and it was still quite tingly and aroused. I had trouble peeing, as my dick was not flaccid enough to aim correctly. After peeing I was struck by a bizarre thought. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the girls' panties. They were still damp with her orgasmic juices. They were light blue bikini style cotton panties with the looped elastic edges. They looked very sexy and I decided that I wanted to put them on! I unzipped and dropped my pants and pulled my own underpants down. I unfurled the panties and slipped one leg through one of the leg holes. I was having a bizarre kind of fantasy - imagining that I was that girl, pulling panties on and trying to imagine what it might feel like to be a girl, to have a vulva and no penis or balls. Slipping my leg through the other leg hole I watched as I pulled the panties up my legs. They felt sensuous and erotic as they slid up my legs, they crotch damp. I pulled them on and found they did not fit too well of course - they were not designed to house the bulge of my balls or penis, especially my quite erect penis. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine what it would be like to be that girl, how her cunt would feel, how the sensation of these panties cupping her girlhood would feel. I began to rub my penis shaft, and then decided I would take the fantasy further and pretend I was a girl, so I began to rub my dick through the panties. I was so aroused at the thought of wearing this girls panties and at imagining myself to be a girl that I came very quickly. I had rubbed myself so firmly that I actually abraded the skin away on my dick in one place and it was quite sore to touch. The damp panties were quite soothing to the abrasion however. I felt so strangely sexy in the panties that I decided to leave them on, pulling my boys underpants up my legs and over the girls ones. I had to do some pulling and placing of my dick and balls to get them to fit within the panties. Pulling my trousers on, I smiled at the thought that I alone would know I had panties on. The rest of the day went quite quickly and, although I had to frequently adjust my dick and balls to stop the confined space of the girls panties from causing discomfort, I did enjoy the private fantasy. I did not see the girl again all day, and I caught the bus home as usual. I was an only child and my dad usually worked late, so I went to my room and spent another hour engaged in the same panty fantasy, masturbating twice and checking out myself in the panties from various angles imagining myself to be a girl. After eating dinner with my dad (with the panties still on), I went to my room to do my homework before going to bed. For some reason I was beginning to feel tired and I recognized that feeling as the one I normally got before I got the flu. Before going to bed I finally snuck the panties off and began to feel foolish and annoyed at my bizarre sexual fantasy. Deciding that I much preferred being a boy, I threw the panties in the bottom of one of my drawers and decided to leave them there! That night was a shocker! I began feeling quite ill with night shakes and the sore-in-the-bones feeling that you get with full-blown flu. My head ached and felt sick inside. I got up several times to take large quantities of pain killer. What little sleep I had was insufficient to prevent me feeling terrible and exhausted in the morning. My dad checked in on me and declaring me to 'look like shit', told me to stay home. At the time I thought that this was the worst flu I had ever had and it lasted for a full 4 days of pain and misery! By day 5 I was feeling better and, although I stayed indoors, I at least did not feel like I was dying any more. By day six I was well enough to have some mates over and we played Nintendo for much of the day. The next day was another Monday, and it was back to school. I felt mostly fine but still a bit weak. One good thing was that I saw the new girl again and this time managed to work up the courage to say hello. She seemed shy and quite standoffish, yet she did tell me her name... Fiona. She seemed very self-conscious, frequently staring down at her breasts and straightening her dress often in a nervous way. I was of course undressing her with my eyes, remembering vividly her masturbation in the library, her curvaceous bald cunt and her bizarre comments about her body. The bell rang and I said goodbye and left for class. The day went in a rush, and I was still feeling tired from my illness. Going home that afternoon I went to my room with the intention of getting out Fiona's panties again. My dad was not home yet, so I was alone. I stripped and pulled the panties out from the drawer. Seeing them again made my penis begin to tingle, and as I pulled it up my legs the tingling grew. I was feeling quite hot, but strangely my penis did not begin to engorge. I felt hot and horny, yet my dick just stayed limp! It was very alarming and frustrating. Despite my lack of erection I was still able to achieve an orgasm by rubbing my flaccid dick through the panties. It was a very strange orgasm, it did not feel right somehow, yet it was very powerful and for some reason my small nipples also began to tingle as I approached and reached orgasm. Touching my flaccid penis through the fabric I could much more easily imagine being a girl with no dick as I came. The tingling of my nipples was quite erotic but completely alien to me. My inability to get an erection was even stranger. I pulled the panties down and examined my dick and balls. I noticed then that they were hairless! My sparse pubic hair was gone! I guessed that it must have been some temporary side effect of my bad flu and so put the though aside and got on with my homework. After my dad came home we ate and watched TV. I wanted to ask him about my erection but was too embarrassed so I went to bed early and fell asleep. The next morning I woke early, still feeling strange. My stomach was a bit tender to touch and when I tried to get my cock erect I found it would not cooperate. I went to the bathroom and started the shower, what I needed was a good hot wash. I stood under the shower and began to wash, first my arms then my legs, moving up with the soap I lathered up my dick. It tingled in a strange way and as I touched it I felt my nipples tingle again. It was such a strange feeling that my hands moved up to my chest and touched them. What I found chilled me to the bone! Beneath my nipples I could feel small lumps, about the size of a small date. My first thought was of cancer! I knew that breast cancer was uncommon but not heard of in boys, so I became instantly worried. I got out of the shower and dried off then went to tell my dad what I had found. He too looked worried and said we would go to the doctor straight away. I dressed and we got in dads car and headed for my local doctor. I was very nervous as we waited and then even more so as my name was called out. The doctor asked what was wrong and I told him I found two lumps, one under each nipple. Taking my shirt off he felt the lumps making 'Hmmmmm' kind of sounds as he did so. He then asked if there was anything else wrong with me, any other symptoms. I looked sheepishly at my dad and then told him that I couldnt get an erection any more, and that my pubic hair had fallen out. The doctor seemed to pay much more attention now, in fact he even looked a bit worried, which did not help how I was feeling. He then asked me if I had been sick recently and I told him that I had been very sick with the flu last week. The doctor then said he would need to take a blood sample and asked us to come back the next day. He offered no explanation as to my condition before we left, saying that the tests were better than speculation. That day I stayed home, feeling worried and half-heartedly watching TV. My nipples and the lumps beneath were actually sore, and I had this strange tingly feeling in my dick and balls. My stomach was still tender and felt like it was churning inside. Even my skin felt weird, my face was feeling strange to touch. I kept looking at the horrid lumps, touching them and praying I did not have cancer. I also looked frequently at my dick and balls; the strange tingling was very off putting. I could have sworn that the lumps were getting bigger... At 3 Oclock my dad called and said that the doctor wanted to see me. He swung past to pick me up and I began getting really worried. I sat in silence as we drove and when we arrived the doctor took me in straight away. He had an odd expression as he asked my dad and me to sit down. 'The tests have confirmed my suspicions, and I need to tell you what we have found' he said 'Have I got cancer! Am I going to die!' I blurted out... The doctor looked at me with sympathetic eyes before saying 'no you dont have cancer... In fact what you do have could well have you living a longer life than you would have before.... I need you to be brave however, your life is about to change' I gasped and said 'what is wrong!' 'That flu you had recently was not flu. It was a very rare virus that some suspect was man made called the X-Virus. It only affects males. The virus is a viral form of the human X Chromosome... When the virus invades a male body it enters a cell and destroys the Y Chromosome, replacing it with an X Chromosome from the virus... It then makes 2 copies and leaves the cell without killing the cell. Its called a retrovirus, it basically reprograms your cells...' the doctor said leaving his words hanging in the air... 'What do you mean?' said my dad 'my son's cells are now XX, not XY?' 'Exactly... your son now has female cells, and those lumps on Stevens chest are in fact forming breasts.' 'No!' I yelled 'Well give me something! I dont want breasts!' 'I am sorry, there is nothing to give you... your body is following its programming. I hate to tell you this, but your changes wont just be limited to growing breasts' 'What!' I said shell-shocked 'Do you mean to say that my son is going to become.... a....' 'Girl...' said the doctor 'No! You cant be serious; I dont want to be a girl! I dont want a cunt! Please! Do something!' I screeched 'I am sorry Steven, but so far no patient has failed to change, you will have to get used to it, you are going to become a girl, you are going to loose your penis and scrotum and you are going to grow a vulva, a vagina and breasts' the doctor said slowly I just broke down and cried, thinking of that girl from school and suddenly connecting the horrific dots. The girl from school was also a victim to the X-Virus. She was so loathing of her body because she was previously a boy, and she hated her breasts and her cunt! How could this happen to me I wondered? Then it dawned on me! Her panties! Those panties that I pulled on must have had the virus in the dampness that came from her cunt! I infected myself when I pretended to be a girl... Now I would know first hand what it felt like to have a flat-lipped void between my legs. I was shuddering at the thought that I would soon be able to feel a slit between my legs and even stick my finger inside a vagina between my own legs. The shock was too much, and so I passed out. I woke up and found I was back in my dads car, slumped in my seat. I was in deep shock, trembling with the news I had just been given. I cast an eye towards my chest where I could see two puffy little lumps pushing my t-shirt out where my breasts were growing. My dad said 'what a shock.... how are you coping?' I began to cry again and began blubbering that I didnt want to become a girl. I told him what had happened at the library and even about the discarded panties from the girl who I had watched in the library and how I thought that I had caught the virus from the fluid on those panties. I told him how the girl seemed to hate her body and genitals, and that I thought that was because she had become a girl herself. 'She hated her body dad! I think I will hate being a girl too!' I sobbed 'Why? Half of the world is female, it cant be that bad' Dad said plaintively 'No dad! Imagine loosing your cock, your balls! It must feel so flat between your legs, so empty! Why else would there be penis envy! What about breasts, so big and heavy, everyone stares at them, they bounce around when girls run! What about periods! Oh god! What about pregnancy - giving birth! Oh dad please do something!... That girl... when she stuck a finger inside herself! You should have seen the look on her face - it was horror! THAT WILL BE ME!!!!!' I screamed at him After that we both sat in silence, me in shock, taking note of all the sensations I was feeling and feeling very sad and angry. My dad said nothing, but I could tell he was very upset for me. As we drove I noticed every billboard and news stand that we passed - many of them had photos of girls in bikinis, their curvaceous crotches so obviously advertising the shape of their genitals. I grabbed between my own legs in a pathetic act of protection, grabbing my cock and balls. They felt smaller in my hands than I remembered and so I began to cry again. My cock was still tingling and my forming breasts were sore and occasionally throbbing. I felt like I was in a nightmare. As we got out of the car, my dad told me we were to see a specialist doctor in the morning. We got home and I just went to my room. I pulled out the damned panties that had done this thing to me and I threw them so far back in my wardrobe that they disappeared. I was feeling tired and very sorry for myself, so I lay down on my bed and before I knew it I was asleep. I woke and it was morning. My father must have put the sheets over me and I got the shock of my life when my eyes dropped to my chest to see the sheets pushed up by two much larger mounds - perhaps the size of mandarins. I screamed, sat bold upright and grabbed the mounds. 'Oh god no!!! Ive got breasts!!! Nooooo!!!!' I wailed as I felt their sheer bulk in my hands and felt their much greater weight on my chest. I began to get inkling as to what real breasts must feel like - yet these were nothing like their final size yet. Already they dominated my chest. They felt so wrong! So horribly wrong, yet they also felt so sexual. This dramatic change in my body was absolutely shocking to me and I began to scream for my father. My dad burst into the room and his jaw dropped as he saw my breasts. 'Oh my god! - so fast!' he simply said. 'Help me dad! Please! I cant bear the feeling, they feel big already, and theyre still growing! I dont want them to grow any more! They are so female!!! Please dad, I dont want to be a girl! Im a boy! Im a boy!!!' I cried The sheer pace of the changes was astounding. My father reminded me that we had an appointment with a doctor that morning that was a specialist on the X-Virus. So in a daze I pulled a shirt on and I winced with disbelief with every step as my growing breasts wobbled and jiggled upon my chest. I went to the toilet and gasped as I went to pee... My penis was smaller again than yesterday. My balls were shrinking and my scrotum skin was much tighter and thicker. I broke down again and cried as I pondered my fate. After breakfast we left. A mate of mine saw me and began to run over to the car. I sat in my seat with my arms desperately trying to hide my breasts as he leaned in to say hello. 'Sorry brad - got to go!' was all I said and as he turned I was sure he noticed the bulges in my shirtfront. I saw him look twice and a shocked kind of look appeared on his face. The drive was horrible - every bump wobbled my hated breast mounds and all I could think of was the shrinking of my penis. We arrived at the specialists office that, my dad said, held this special clinic once a week. We walked in and I was confronted by four other people, one a young woman who was trembling, a girl about my age in a dress and her mother, a boy of about 12 and another of about my age that also had breasts. I guessed the young woman was recently a young man who had changed fully. The girl of about my age engaged my eyes and said 'those new?' referring to my breasts 'Yes... I hate them!' I said in return. She gave me a sad kind of smile and spread her legs deliberately so I could see her crotch. She was wearing panties and her crotch looked very, very female, down to the slight indent of her labia that a crease in the panties indicated. 'Nothing can prepare you for this!' she said 'My dick... its gone... I'm almost a girl! Its so flat! You cant imagine the sensation! I began to change just 2 weeks ago!.... Yesterday my penis finally disappeared, and last night this fucking slit grew! I hate it! Its so flat! So female, so curvaceous!' and then she suddenly screeched, grabbed her mound and yelled at her mother 'It's growing inside! Ahhhh no please help me!!!' Her mother looked at my shocked dad and me and simply said 'The last stage.... My son is growing a vagina... Apparently it is the worst part - doctor says you feel like your body is being invaded as it grows from the front to meet the new female internal organs....' The girl was screaming now and the doctor came out and whisked them away. I began to cry again, thinking of the feeling between my own legs. The young woman in the waiting room began to cry and spread her legs, cupping her own mound with her hand then looking up at us all. 'I changed finally last week.... Im a girl now... I... I hate how it feels! Ive had so much counseling - but I just cant get over the loss... My poor penis! This thing...' (She stared sadly at her curved genital mound) 'It's not mine! I cant believe I am actually feeling a vulva between my own legs! So flat! So invasive... like a mouth and a throat between your legs!' And she began to sob again. I was shocked yet again, thinking about what she had said - how she felt... How could I possibly be any happier about my sex change? I doubted that I would. We heard the 'girl' whose vagina was forming moaning and panting in distance. It almost sounded like she was giving birth. I couldnt bear just sitting there, I had to see what 'she' was finding so distressing - what I could expect. So I got up and ran to the room where the changing girl was. Opening the door I saw her, nude on an examination bed, with her legs wide apart and a completely female groin pushed high in the air as she bucked her hips. I could see the lips of her vulva, the round curvaceous look of her groin so clearly. 'Ahhhhh god please!!! Its pushing inside me!!!! No!!!!' she screamed and bucked her hips whilst staring in fear between her legs. She was growing a vagina!. The doctor was just holding this girls hand and occasionally looking between her legs so see the progress. The mother sat in a chair looking shocked and silent. The girls moaning became faster and faster and she began panting as she writhed, I saw her wrists were bound with Velcro to stop her hurting herself. She pulled at the restraints and one hand came free, which flew to grab her cunt. She touched her labia, pushed a finger between her lips and then screamed a piteous wail as she pushed a finger into her newly formed vagina for the first time... In shock she passed out and slumped, still, presumably now a fully formed girl. From my position at the door I became light headed with shock and fear and I too passed out. I awoke some time later to see my dad and the doctor. I was inside the same room and the other poor girl, whose vagina had just formed, was gone. I sat upright and the doctor looked at me and said 'how do you feel?' 'How do you think! Im becoming a girl for fucks sake!.... Is that what will happen to me?' I said, referring to the last girl's horrendous sex change. 'Probably... Thats the worst part most patients say.... Its the most confronting thats for sure... growing a passage that never existed between your legs...' the doctor said 'Before you ask - no there is no way to prevent it happening. But I must tell you this... Plenty of patients have adjusted to their new bodies... Some have come to enjoy their new bodies... There are many great things about being a girl....' 'How can you say that!' I screamed 'You dont have bloody breasts! You arent the one whose dick is shrinking! You're not the one who will end up with a flat mouth between your legs!' 'I know' said the doctor 'But I can help you adjust... Its a confronting time, and the best research shows that you would be best advised not trying to pretend it isnt happening... If you accept it you will be far better off and make the adjustment sooner...' 'What do you mean?' asked my father 'You are just days away from being a true anatomical girl.... You need to start dressing like a girl for a start, you need to wear a dress and you need to wear girls underwear... its all psychological, but like it or not, you are going to be a girl - you may as well accept that now' said the doctor As the doctor spoke, I began to feel dizzy again. My groin was throbbing, tingling... changing. I was almost unconscious from shock as I felt the doctor lift me onto the examination bed saying something about examining me. I was sure I was not unconscious for long, but I awoke on the bed with my top off, my hated breasts ripe and nude on my chest and my legs spread wide... The doctor was looking at and touching my dick!.... '50% reduction already I would guess' he said looking at my dad 'See the ball sack is thickening up... This will become the labia, it will begin to split open once the penis and balls are fully absorbed....' 'Cant you do something?' my dad said. 'He is so afraid of becoming a girl... he told me about this girl at school who must have been a boy... how she hated her new body... her... you know... the feeling of her...' 'Vulva?' said the doctor 'Yes' said my dad. 'I cant imaging what it would be like... I mean I love women and girls... but could you imagine being one? The sensation of breasts and vulva?.... Loosing your manhood? Growing breasts?' I could hear the men clearly, but I was too upset to let them know I was awake. The doctor grabbed an ultrasound scanner and began to rub it over my abdomen. I peered through my slit eyes as the doctor gave a chilling commentary. 'Yes they are quite well formed now... see this?' he said pointing to some organ on the screen. 'That is the ovaries, and that there is the womb... that dark spot is the cervix... when the vagina forms, that is what it connects to... There's something else you need to know... Your sons changing body is absolutely flooded with female hormones... They have the effect of making the patient very emotional... Lots of crying and self-doubt, this can continue for months... Until they finally accept being female. There will be body hatred, penis envy of a most major kind... And massive frustration and angst involving the hatred of this female body and the enormous sexual pleasure it will provide... Rest assured that female orgasms are far more powerful than ours... In the beginning the sex changed boys hate the experience, but in time they come to appreciate it...' I sat up and the men stopped their conversation. I looked down at my swelling breasts and grabbed them in my hands. I hated them! I wanted them off my body! I began to pull at them 'Get off... cut them off me!!! Please! I hate them!!' and again I broke down crying. My eyes then dropped to my crotch and I saw my cock... It was obviously smaller again! I grabbed it with a trembling hand and passed out in shock. When I woke up I was again in my dads car. We drove home in silence. My penis and balls ached, as did my insides. I tried to not think about the alien organs that were growing inside me. When we got home I jumped out of the car and ran to my room, whimpering at each bounce of my breasts as I ran. I rummaged through my wardrobe and found the damned girls panties that had infected me with the X-Virus. I stripped my clothes off and stared in slack-jawed disbelief at the mirror. My reflection looked to female! My ripe breasts looked so huge, my poor fading penis and balls hung limply and shockingly smaller between my legs. The curve of my stomach and groin was unmistakably girl.... I screamed and pulled the panties up my legs. As the panties approached my groin, I remembered my bizarre fantasy of the other week when I pretended to be a girl... Seeing my penis and balls so reduced in size, and the approaching panty gusset... It almost felt like the panties were coming in for the kill... I shuddered as they touched down on my skin and I felt so shocked at just how little the panties were puffed out by my manhood.... Compared to two days ago, it felt like there was hardly a bulge at all in them... I stared in the mirror at my growing breasts... They had grown during the day and were now the size of half oranges - not full grown but certainly far more breasts than mere lumps. I cupped them in my hands and I could feel their weight - ample and so sexual, my nipples grown in size to twice the size of earlier in the day, the areoles also. I looked in the mirror and had trouble resolving the image it reflected... I saw a girlish figure, like a half formed tomboy... Small bare breasts, panties that did not hug the bulge of a boy's genitals nor cup the flat roundness of a girl. It looked bizarre, yet shockingly I realized that I would soon know exactly how a girl looked and felt from every angle. Just then there was a knock on the door. 'Who is it!?' I called out, my voice jumping an octave at the end. 'Its brad! Youre acting so weird! Can I come in?' he said 'Wait!' I yelled as I jumped into bed and pulled my sheets up to cover my body Brad entered my room and said 'you sick again? Why are you in bed?...' he walked over and sat down on my bed. He looked at me and said 'you look different... your face is softer... that flu made you look soft like a girl!' he joked That was too much for me. 'I am sick!' I said - my voice still higher, sounding like a girl. 'What the hell is wrong man!' Brad said 'Im changing! Into something... I dont want to be....' I said, choking off my tears. Brad looked strangely at me and an impulse grabbed me. I pulled the sheets down and revealed my growing breasts. Brad almost died of shock. 'What the hell!' he said 'Youre... youre....?' 'Becoming a girl' I screamed at him 'Im loosing my cock, my balls... Im going to have a cunt! A mouth between my legs! I hate it!!! I cant bear the feeling of these breasts... But there is nothing they can do!' Brad looked shocked and sat there as I told him the whole impossible story. At the end of it he said 'Wow... I dont even know what to say... I love touching the girls.... But being one.... I dont know how I would cope.... Tell me, that virus you caught, what makes you think you arent contagious now?' 'I dont know... that girl at school still was, and she had fully changed... I hadnt thought about it... I guess I must be!' I said Brad stood up and said 'Sorry... This is way too heavy... I sure feel sorry for you, but I sure dont want that to happen to me!' as he pointed at my breasts. And with that he left. I cried myself to sleep. In the morning I was almost afraid to awake. Without moving I tried to sense the changes in my body. My breasts were immediately obvious their sheer weight and sexual presence was unmistakable. Like some alien presence they inhabited my chest and when I sat up they pulled down with the full weight of gravity. I screamed! They felt huge, heavy and they swelled like two grapefruit from my chest. I grabbed them, feeling their soft yet firm flesh and hating their presence and sensation to my core. I now had full sized breasts! I was screaming out 'Help me! No! Please no! Ive grown breasts! Full breasts! They're so fucking big! So female!!! No!!!! Dad!!! Help me please!!! I dont want to be a girl!!! Not a girl!!! Im not a girl!!!' And I broke down sobbing... My breasts jiggled as I sobbed, wobbling in my hands. As I cupped them I also, against my will, I felt an electric sensation of arousal in them. My nipples swelled - making me scream again at the horrifically alien sensation. I also felt such an odd feeling between my legs. I stopped worrying about my breasts and threw the bed covers aside to see what had happened between my legs. The first sight that struck me was the girls panties that I had fallen asleep in last night. They hug my changing form giving shocking visual clues to state of my genitals beneath! No longer did the girls panties have trouble containing and covering the bulge of my manhood. Instead I saw a pathetic bulge and noticed that my hips seemed wider as well. My shaking hands grabbed my mound and I felt the remnants of my dick beneath the fabric. My dick was tiny! My balls were gone, my sack empty yet thicker skinned. As I pulled the panties from my body to see my genitals first hand, my dad walked in. 'Oh... my... god...' he said 'Theyre going! My dick! Oh dad... no!!!!' I screamed at him whilst we both stared at the bizarrely transforming sex organs between my legs. My penis was no more than 3cm long, its head shape changing and becoming more clitoral. My urinal hole was no longer on the end of my penis tip, but rather had migrated half way down the shaft as it prepared to become a separate urethra. My ball sack was utterly empty as a feel with my trembling hands confirmed. The skin was thicker already and had a notch nearer its end that I shockingly realized was the beginning of my forming labia - probably the very place where my forming vulva would start to split open. I began screaming again as I touched my genitals, cupping them in my hand and imagining the sickening conclusion of my transformation between my legs - a vulva - in my hands. Sick with grief and with loss, I passed out. My dad had taken time off work and had gone to the shops to buy the clothes that the doctor said I must now accept I had to wear. He was crying also as he walked into my room and told me he had bought dresses, panties, bras and other girls clothes. I was lying in my bed, exhausted by the toll of my body's reformation - numb with the constant shrinking sensation between my legs. When my father left I went to the pile of clothes and for some reason rummaged through the panties, choosing some white hole proof fibs. I stared at the photo of the girl on the cover - pulled the panties on and began to shake as I saw the panties looked almost as girl-like on me as they did on the photo of the teenager on the panty packet. I cupped my utterly flat mound and began to cry again. I went to the toilet and realized that I had no way of aiming my almost-absorbed penis and I had to sit like a girl, with panties at my knees, as I urinated. Walking in a daze back to my bed I fell asleep again. When I woke in the morning I felt dread. I threw the covers aside and gasped as I saw between my legs. I still wore the white cotton panties, but they covered a crotch that had no discernable bulge. It was completely curvaceously female to look at. I screamed and grabbed it in my hand, desperately feeling the space in my trembling hand. My dick had gone! My balls were gone! It was utterly flat between my legs! I squeezed my hated mound and began to scream again. Pulling my panties aside I saw a bald flatness between my legs. No slit had yet opened, yet I could see a small hole that must be my urethra, and a distinct crease in the thicker skin of my hairless mound nearer my arse. It was such a shock! I had actually lost my cock and balls completely. I was no longer a boy. I rubbed the flat space, a piteous and extremely female wail escaping my lips as I mourned the final loss of my dick. Strangely the rubbing of the flatness was erotic and I felt a strange heat in the place where my penis would have joined my body. Looking at the spot I could see a tiny welling up beneath the surface that I knew would be my newly forming clitoris. Despite my revulsion at touching the devastated groin, I could not stop rubbing the void, a makeshift masturbation of the demasculated void. I felt my hated breasts throbbing and soon came - the orgasm was alien, nether male nor female, yet I felt the deep contractions of some foul and female internal organ as my girl's pelvic floor unleashed orgasmic contractions within my abdominal cavity for the first time. I could barely believe it. The orgasm lasted for ages and had me panting and sobbing, begging for the sensation to stop, for my simple male orgasm to return. It did not. And so my changed continued, having reached the point of no return. I was a mess, so tired and so desperately sad. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up some time later and immediately sensed something was very wrong. I grabbed my crotch and the flat mound filled my hand. I had not gotten over the shock of the emptiness between my legs and expected to feel the same when I felt my middle finger sink into a slit! I had a slit! Labia! A vulva! I pulled my panties off and began hyperventilating as I saw what looked exactly like a cunt between my legs. My dad ran into the room and stared between my legs saying 'Oh my god!' as he stared at my girlhood. 'Dad! Please tell me this isnt real!' I begged him 'It feels to flat! My balls, my dick! Oh god no!!! Im a girl!!! Please not this!!!!' My frantic hand was roaming all over my new cunt, feeling the flatness where my dick used to be - my hated girls mouth began in the same place and touching that space I could feel what I shockingly knew to be a clitoris, just inside the start of my cunt lips. I felt father down the slit and found that there was no vagina hole yet. It was a strange yet haunting kind of relief. Yet I knew that I would soon have one of those horrifically alien passages between my legs also. My dad just stood there and said 'what can I do?' 'Help me!!! Please... Aaaaahhhhh!!!' I screamed as I felt another horrific sensation. Right in the middle of my newly formed labia, I could feel a pushing sensation. It actually hurt and I began to buck my hips involuntarily as I tried to relieve the chilling sensation. Deep in my core I knew it was my vagina beginning to form, to push inside me from within the desolately flat folds of my hated new vulva. I began to pant and screamed for my dad to stop it from happening... I felt like I was giving birth in reverse. Wave after wave of fierce cramping rocked my abdomen and after each wave I could sense the vagina had pushed further in me. I grabbed my mound and desperately felt the space in my slit that the vagina had originated. While cupping this void where my cock once was, my index finger slipped into my new slit. I shuddered at the sensation but the need to know what the invasive feeling of my growing vagina actually meant forced me to probe the folds. I felt a passage about 1cm deep where I knew my vagina would ultimately be! The final part of my transformation Had begun. I was nearly hysterical, begging my father to phone the doctor do anything to stop me from becoming a fully-fledged girl. I screamed at him that I was being raped, and in a way I was. Whilst any girl subject to the trauma of a rape is ultimately feeling a sex organ thrust into their body without consent - this was precisely what was happening to me! But far worse than a penis, which would ultimately leave the rape victims body, my body was being sexually invaded in a far more dramatic and permanent way. A vagina was forcing its way into my body! Yet this rape was more fundamental, more horrific... This invading sex organ was integrating itself into me, becoming part of me, it thrust inside me against my will and yet it would not just slid out of me like a rapists spent cock. It would remain; a foreign sexual passage that I could already feel would be far from passive. Each wave of vaginal growth filled me with a hybrid of pain and fear at the sensation I was experiencing. My vagina was highly sensitive - I could feel it within me, sense its presence, it felt like a throat between my legs that came from my newly formed vulva mouth. It took perhaps an hour of hell for my vagina to finish invading my body. My father was a mess and I was inconsolable, feeling a violation beyond belief, having experienced a rape of my formerly male body by my own vagina. The violent transformation and my hysterical bucking of hips and pathetic cupping of my changing sex organs left me weak and sobbing. My father couldnt bear it any more and had to leave the room to let me grieve over my final loss of manhood. Lying on my bed with a bald cunt between my legs I screamed at the injustice of the universe and grabbed the foul organ in my hand. Its sheer flatness was shocking to me. My finger shockingly slid inside! I could feel my own finger inside my body! I could feel lips mould around my finger, my lips and new vagina intimately felt the finger as well. I began a piteous wail. My labia lips were so sensitive! My vagina so sexually tingly that despite my hate and revulsion at the utterly female sensations I was experiencing, I could not help but begin to slide my finger in and out of my hole. I began to gasp and let out quiet screams as I began to finger fuck myself. Whereas my growing vagina had effectively raped me as it invaded my neutered groin, I now compounded rape upon rape by finger fucking myself - my own fingers utterly unwelcome in the sexual passage that was also unwelcome between my legs. I was in a sexual hell, yet my frantic hand continued to probe and massage the foul organ between my legs. Occasionally the hand would slide up to massage the pathetic clitoris, remnants of my penis stump, at the start of my slit... Finally I felt the beginnings of my first girls orgasm. Whilst remembering the look of sorrow, release and hate on Fiona's face in the library, I too came as a girl. The experience was so confronting. My vagina throbbed and swallowed! My clitoris sent wave after wave of sexual electricity through my body, my girls lips tingled, and my breasts throbbed in time with my orgasmic contractions. It was fantastic yet horrific at the same time. Screaming whilst I came as a girl for the first time I realized my life had now changed irreversibly. I now had a girls body and would have for the rest of my life. The only time I would ever experience a penis between my legs now, would be inside my own vagina. I hated the feeling between my legs; I hated the invasive emptiness of my cunt. I hated the ripe and heavy sensation of my breasts. I hated being a girl. To be continued... VISIT THE X-VIRUS and VULVOID HOME PAGE AT: http://www1.asstr.org/~SexChange/index.htm

This is the first of several stories I am writing. One of the works in progress is the same story from the other party's viewpoint and there is a return trip involved where here visits her. These are at various stages of completion and I would be more than happy if you wanted to send me your feedback to [email protected] I was anxious, nervous and excited. I was about to open my new post box to discover what mysteries would be inside. As I opened the box I found a small gift box type parcel which looked like it could hardly contain anything at all. After opening it and brushing aside the elegantly folded lining paper and neatly bowed ribbon, I found I was almost correct. Inside was simply a tiny little skirt made of the flimsiest material, cute enough and very pretty but it was obvious it was not intended to cover very much at all. This had been sent to me after I had accepted a most unusual invitation, which went like this: - To: "Emma" <[email protected]> From: "Bernie" <[email protected]> Date: 13/03/2008 10:40AM Subject: Adventure "You have been invited to enjoy the most thrilling sexual adventure of your life. This adventure will enable you to explore your darkest sexual desires. It promises to take you where you have never been. To do this I ask of you only one thing - total and complete submission. This will not involve physical domination or abuse however it will require you to accept every instruction precisely and without challenge. Every emotion you feel you must allow to happen, do not attempt to control anything. It is important that you do not do anything you are not instructed to do." I am normally quite assertive but this concept of submission in the bedroom actually appealed to me. In fact I had started to get quite warm and moist reading this invitation. It had been sent to me by a friend I had been corresponding with by email and phone but he lived in a different city. We had one opportunity to meet and it was a most enjoyable time indeed. I now find myself fantasising about where this `Adventure' could take me. Questions like `What does he have in mind? How will he organise this?" all began racing through my mind. Anyway back to this tiny little skirt. Did he really expect me to wear that? When I got home I tried it on and it only came past my pussy by about 3 inches. With the flimsy material and the distinct lack of material this skirt was going to be a challenge indeed. The slightest breeze would see the hem of it rising above my behind and exposing everything underneath. Included with the skirt was a handwritten note on beautiful stationery. "Hello Emma, This is the beginning of your Adventure. I have enclosed a skirt, which will be the basis of an outfit you will wear for this adventure. It will be up to you to complete the outfit to suit your tastes. I have only these conditions: - You will need to purchase a top and shoes to match this skirt. The top must button all the way down the front and the top button must be no higher than the bottom of your breasts. The bottom of the top should also cover the shirring on the skirt. The shoes must have a heel of no less than 4 inches. You should seek to create a smart, classy look using only these additional items. I will leave it to you to determine colours, size and fit etc. Have fun shopping and let me know when you have completed your purchases Regards, Bernie Some outfit that would be indeed! A flimsy skirt that hardly covered anything at all, and what it did cover could surely be seen through the material anyway, shoes that I would probably fall off and a top that will gape open at every movement. I will certainly draw attention dressed like that. Oh well, I had accepted this invitation without knowing what I was getting into. Now I knew and I did not know if I was scared or excited or what I was feeling. I did know that I liked whatever it was. The next few days were a blur; I could not concentrate on anything but my `Adventure' and the outfit I had to construct. Could I wear it? Would I be too noticeable? While these thoughts were running through my mind I was also thinking of the most suitable top and shoes, what style would I select? How would I match the colour? Three days later I had finished my shopping. The skirt was a pale blue, checked style and I had selected a creme jacket that was fitted around my waist, reasonably snug around my breasts and came down far enough to cover the shirring of the skirt, just as I had been instructed. Also, as instructed, the highest button was positioned right where my bra cups joined with only the tiniest glimpses of the strap between them being exposed. Perfect, I thought, this will not show too much. The shoes were a snap; I used to wear 4-inch heels all the time and knew exactly what I would select. They were also a creme colour and were strappy little sandals that tied at the ankle. They would complement this `outfit' exactly as I had been instructed, smart and classy. After all that is me, smart and classy. I was actually quite excited on the way home, feeling like a little girl who could not wait to try on her new outfit. And that is exactly what I did. As soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and jumped into my new outfit. As expected, the skirt was short, shorter than I usually wore but it showed off my legs very nicely. The jacket complemented the skirt quite well and provided an adequate level of coverage around my breasts and the shoes, which made my already good-looking legs, look even better. I looked good. I was just not sure I could wear this in public. Now I had finished my shopping it was time to tell him. Again, as instructed, I sent an email telling him that my shopping task was complete and I waited. Nothing happened for about a week, then an email arrived, very short and succinct: - To: "Emma" <[email protected]> From: "Bernie" <[email protected]> Date: 27/03/2008 12:13PM Subject: Re: Adventure You have been very prompt completing your first task. There is a parcel waiting for you at your post box. It also contains additional instructions Now I was becoming a bundle of mixed emotions. I was getting wet and my heart was beating faster and faster. What else could he possibly be sending me? It was my day off tomorrow and I had made my mind up that I would be at the Post Office at 9:00am sharp. Excitement and curiosity had gotten the better of me; I had to know what was in that parcel. My hand was trembling as I unlocked my post box. Sure enough, there was a parcel waiting for me, similar in size to the first one. I began opening it on the way back to my car but discretion got the better of me. After all I had no idea what was in there. Once inside the car I finished tearing the rest of the wrapping away from the box and flipped the lid off to discover the same elegantly folded tissue paper and neatly tied ribbon as before. Beneath these was the same elegant stationery with the familiar handwriting on it. I didn't bother to read the note, as the remainder of the box's contents became evident. The first item I saw was a bra, well what looked like a bra. It was white, lacy and really only the structure of a bra. There were no cups at all, simply the underwire covered by some white material and finished with lace on the edges. A chill went down my spine as I remembered the outfit I had put together under his instructions. This `bra' was clearly intended to be worn with my outfit and I was obviously going to be on show. Anyone who cared to look was going to be in for a nipple bonanza. My attention was quickly dragged from the bra by the next item in the box, a pair of silver balls about the size of ping-pong balls tied together with an additional string on one of them. They were in a neatly packaged box and title `Duo Balls'. Next were 2 envelopes one with the words `Airplane Ticket' on it and the other with the words 'Travel Instructions - do not open until advised' on it. By this time I remembered the handwritten note and began to read it: - Hello Emma, Congratulations on coming this far. I assume that by now you are well and truly intrigued. You will already have seen the contents of the parcel and be wondering what will happen from here. Let me fill you in. The bra is obviously part of your outfit, so too are the Duo Balls. Both items are to be worn on the day of your adventure. The Airplane ticket is a return trip to Melbourne. You may open this at any time. The other envelope is your travel instructions and you must not open this until the day before you travel. You should by now have all the items that you will need to complete this Adventure. As part of your preparation for this Adventure, and the only thing you will need to do before you depart, you will need to make sure that you have removed all your pubic hair by way of waxing no more than 2 days before your departure date. Regards, Bernie My heart was now pounding, my clit throbbing and my pussy was so wet my panties were soaked and threatening to show through my trousers. I had to get home. All the way home my legs were trembling and my clit just would not stop throbbing. Pussy juice just kept trickling down onto my panties so that I was now a sodden mess. The first thing I did was peel my trousers and panties off and tend to my aching need. It had been a long time since my senses had reacted like this and I was not going to let this opportunity go by without enjoying it. After my second orgasm I had little energy left, nervous expulsion and the two mind-blowing orgasms I had just treated myself to had consumed it all. I cleaned myself and started to think. The flight was only a week away! I suddenly realised that I had committed myself to dressing up for a relative stranger, travelling to an interstate city, leaving myself available to this stranger's every whim and then expecting to travel home again as if nothing had happened. I could not believe it, I was horny again. I checked the state of my pubic hair and called the beautician to make an appointment for the waxing. The day before the flightwas a Sunday and was one of my days off. That gave me all day to think about tomorrow and prepare myself. I was now able to open the Travel Instructions envelope to see what the next 48 hours held for me. I nervously stripped away the seal and emptied the contents - a one-page set of instructions and another envelope title `Airplane Instructions - open when onboard'. The instructions were typed this time: - Hello Emma, It is now only 24 hours before your Adventure begins. This is your last chance to pull out. It would be completely understandable if you decided, even at this late stage, to change your mind. Assuming you do not this is what you are to do: - Tomorrow lay out your outfit so that you can clearly see what you will be wearing. Pack anything that you will need for your own personal grooming during the day and any security items such as credit card, licence cash etc. After you get to the Airport you should not have to spend any money so it will not be necessary to bring a lot. Remember to pack your Airplane Instructions. Bathe luxuriously, a bubble bath might be a good idea, and spoil yourself. You may play near your private parts but under no circumstances are you to touch your nipples, clitoris or slide your fingers inside your pussy lips. When you have finished your bath take your time dressing, admire your body, study it and identify the areas that give you the most pleasure. While you are dressing ensure you put your favourite perfume, Burberry, under your breasts and on the outside of your vagina lips. Now it is time to dress yourself. Start with the Duo Balls inserting both of them inside your vagina. Once they are in give them a little tug to ensure they are not going to fall out. Now put on your bra and shoes. At this point stop and admire yourself in the mirror. Notice how your legs tighten in the high heels and your breasts jut out begging to be noticed. After this you may put on your skirt and top. You are now dressed, there is to be no item of clothing added beyond this point. When you get to the Airport you are to ask for a seat as near to the middle of the plane as possible. When you are on board and seated you may open your `Airplane Instructions' Regards, Bernie By the time I had finished reading this my face was flushed, my hands were shaking and knees trembling. Twenty-four hours was going to be a long time. I read that letter another five times during the day. Every time I had the same reaction. The next morning came and it was time to get started. I began laying out the outfit in total disbelief. Firstly that I had agreed to do this and had not pulled out, even though the opportunity had been specifically offered and secondly that I would be wearing such a brief and flimsy outfit. I remembered my first thoughts when I saw this skirt; one puff of wind is all it will take. Looking out the window, I was relieved to see that it was dead calm, unlike my stomach, which was getting eaten up by butterflies. My bath was full and I hopped into it. The suggestion of a spa bath was a stroke of genius, I love them and it did help to calm my nerves. I stayed in until the water turned cold and began to dry myself. My thoughts turned to the outfit again. I had been teasing myself in the bath and, with the thoughts of what the rest of the day might hold, made myself quite wet. Just as well as it was time to put those balls inside me and the lubrication would be quite useful. The balls slipped in easily and moved into place of their own accord. They felt heavy and I felt a little `full'. After giving them a little tug it was obvious that if I stayed this wet they were going to create their own distractions. Bra and shoes came next and this outfit was starting to take shape. I stopped to take a look and had to admit, I liked what I saw. Tall and slim with perky breasts jutting out seeking attention just as he had written. The skirt was next but it made little difference to whether I felt dressed or not. It was so light it was like I still had nothing on. The jacket went on over it and I was starting to feel a little more secure. However, I had tried this on with my standard bras and had not allowed for the `lift' and openness provided by this shelf of a bra. My breasts just kept pushing the damn thing open. More than one person was going to get an eyeful of nipple today. Driving to the Airport was not my idea of fun. It was peak hour and the airport was on the other side of the city. An hour and a half later and I was in line waiting for my seat allocation. He was quite specific I must ask for the middle of the plane. I did this and eventually found my way to my seat. My seat was as near to the middle as possible and was surrounded by people on all sides. I was getting a lot of attention from all the men onboard, strangely they all seemed to be smiling at my breasts. Well not really that strange as I could see down my jacket and there was no mistaking what was just inside there for every body's voyeuristic pleasure, two of the most inviting nipples sticking out and just aching for someone to suck them. They weren't the only things aching, with the balls moving around inside me my pussy was on fire, swollen and wet. It was a constant effort to keep those things from slipping out and bouncing along the ground in front of me. I was not going to let that happen. The constant pressure served to increase the sense of fullness and added to the excitement. It was a self-fulfilling circle and I was stuck in the middle of it I found my seat and made myself comfortable while everyone around me was getting organised. It was time to see what those last instructions would be. Peeling the envelope open and pulling the instructions out I noticed that they were not the same as the last set, they had been type in huge print and could be read from ten feet away: - You are now on the last leg of your journey to Melbourne where your Sexual Adventure will take place. I trust you enjoyed the Adventure so far. The flight is only a short one however you should ensure you are comfortable. When everyone is settled stand up and make your way to the toilet, remember to reach up and take your cosmetic bag with you. When you make your way to the aisle make sure you face the people seated next to you. Once you are in the toilet remove one of the balls and allow it to hang between your legs. The other one is to remain inside you. When you return replace your cosmetic bag in the overhead locker and make your way back to your seat, again facing everybody as you move past them. As you sit down make sure that your skirt is flipped up behind you so that your bare bottom is in direct contact with the seat. When you get to Melbourne there will be a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel. Your room number is 6o9. Check in and go to the room. There will be a blindfold, which you will put on and then stand in the middle of the room. This was going to take some doing. My face was getting more and more flushed as I read. The guy beside me had tried to start up conversation and was now idly trying to read my instructions. I was franticly trying to hide them. My stomach was churning and my knees had begun to shake. This set of tasks felt impossible. My skirt covered so little as it was, the material was see through and when I reached up to get my bag the skirt was going to ride up even higher. Not to mention that the people sitting next to me would have their eyes only inches from my hairless and pantyless pussy. I was also concerned about how far that ball was going to hang down. Would my skirt be long enough to cover it? I sat and waited for everyone to get settled. This would give me time to get used to the idea, I thought. However I just got more and more nervous. I was never going to be able to do this. Then I reminded myself I had committed to doing everything I was told. Silly me, but I was committed. A few more minutes passed and everyone was seated. It was now or never. I unlatched my seatbelt and made a move to get up, aware that every movement would expose my breasts to all and sundry and that my skirt would provide little coverage while I was leaning forward to stand. Everyone within eyesight of me would be watching my every move. As I stood I could feel everybody's piercing eyes on me. My knees were shaking and I did not know if I would be able to get to the aisle. Gradually I made it avoiding eye contact with as many people as possible however it was now time to put on the real show by reaching for my cosmetic bag. This was going to allow my skirt to ride up at the back possibly exposing my butt and also the front of the skirt would drape forward and upwards, oh my bare, pantiless pussy would be almost in somebody's face. Here goes, the bag was easily located so I reached in and pulled it down as quickly as possible. As I turned I could see everybody watching me now off to the toilet. I hope this material is not too see through. I made the adjustments to the balls and cleaned up. Despite all my fear, I was as horny as hell. Every one of my senses was on fire. One touch to my clit would have sent me into instant orgasm the likes of which would certainly have never been heard from an Airplane toilet before. As commanded, I resisted the urge and made my way back to my seat. As expected everyone was waiting for me come out and they were all smiling expectantly. With that ball swinging between my thighs I felt certain that I was going to put on some kind of show for them all. The extra movement of it meant that it was pulling on the one inside me and I had to squeeze even harder to keep it in there. Needless to say, this only made the sensation between my lips even greater. I was going to orgasm any minute and I had not even touched the damn thing. Everybody enjoyed the show of me putting my cosmetic bag away and I proceeded to move past everybody to my seat. Surely they could smell my sex aroma by now. It was virtually running down my legs and those balls were about to fall on the floor any minute. The sensation was excruciating yet so pleasurable I could not believe it. Now to get into my seat. I squeezed past everyone in my row of seats facing them as instructed. With their eyes only inches from my pussy I felt sure everyone could see straight through this skirt and that they were staring straight at the hottest, wettest pussy there had ever been. How was I going to spin around and flip my skirt up without showing them this hot little fun parlour? It took some timing but I finally managed it without giving away too much. The guys next to me were certainly waiting keenly and only made a slight pretence of reading their airline magazines, lifting their eyebrows as I approached and making sure they knew where the bottom of my skirt was. As I got closer I prepared to do my little spin and allow the skirt to balloon upwards so that I could catch the back of it close to the seat and keep it from hitting the seat. That part worked quite well except that the front of my skirt was pulled backwards and, as I sat, the hem rode up my thigh to an impossible point almost completely exposing my pussy. I need not have worried though, as both guys either side of me were eagerly watching my jacket opening as I sat down so they got a great view of my erect nipples instead. Fortunately, the rest of the flight was fairly uneventful. I needed the time to get my senses under control. I waited until everybody else had moved off the plane before I started to disembark. Slowly I made my way to the exit to be greeted by a well-dressed chauffer holding a card with my name on it. He introduced himself and was clearly happy to have me as a client that day. He could not take his eyes off me. At least he kept his distance and chatted pleasantly, informing me that we only had a short drive to my hotel. The walk to the car was excruciating Every step was agony. Those fucking balls are insidious. At first you hardly notice them, and you think they're overhyped rubbish. Then they start to make their presence felt. Especially the one on the outside. The inner ball starts clattering against the outer one, and it hits against your lips, and it starts to feel quite freaky. Then you become more conscious of the one inside you too, and you're not sure whether what you're feeling is real, or if you're just imagining it. But it's academic because whether they're real or not you think you're feeling them, and the more you think about it the stronger they get. Eventually, all you can think about are the sensations building up in your vagina. And what is worse - much, much, much worse - is that all the time you're debating this, gravity is threatening to expel them, so you have to keep contracting your muscles. And that inevitably adds to the sensation. I staggered to the car, forcing myself to keep the balls in place. This seemed to add to the stimulation, so I would relax, and they would start to fall out. I had to keep stopping, pressing my thighs together like you do when you need a piss, and try to use my vaginal muscles to manoeuvre them back up again. I'm not sure that actually had any effect, but nonetheless I felt compelled to do it. At one point I was convinced they were dropping and I actually stopped and crouched down on my haunches. Again, I tried to ripple my muscles to pull them back but it made no difference. I looked around furtively and didn't see anyone close by so I quickly pressed my hand up my skirt to poke the second ball back into place. And the fucking thing already was. It felt like it was sliding out to join the other one, but it was actually perfectly secure. Fuck! And as soon as I started to walk the damned sensations started up again, like little monsters, tickling and scratching at my insides. Nothing sensational, nothing over-the-top, but all so unbearable. I was almost screaming, my fists clenched, jaw clamped.It was the longest short walk I've ever known. I was exhausted by the time I got to the car. We were underway in a couple of minutes and my mobile phone went off. It was a text message " Make sure the driver sees your pussy when he lets you out of the car". Well, why not? Just about everybody else had seen it or come close to seeing it that day. Besides it would be a fleeting glimpse and then I would be safe inside the hotel room. It was only a short drive and I found myself preparing to let my driver get a good look under my skirt at my pussy in all its glory and with a ball bearing hanging out of it. It was his lucky day. As he came around to open my door I prepared to spread my legs to get out of the car and let my skirt do the rest. As I got out of the car it would fall back down and that would be that. Easy. Almost. I spread my legs and he got the look of his life, then I started to get out of the car not realising I had put my hand on my skirt on the seat to push myself out of the car. This meant that my skirt kept riding up almost to my waste giving the whole hotel staff a great sight. Again, eyes were following me and I could feel the stares. At least the driver got his look as I had been told to do. Being exposed like that only served to rekindle my senses and I was off again. Nipples and clitoris throbbing like mad, they really did need some attention. Room 6o9 was neat as a pin with a Queen size bed at one end and a huge spa bath full of bubbling hot water at the other. I needed to sit down as the walking had set the balls moving again and I was close to orgasm, my knees were about to collapse. As I sat I took in the contents of the room. It had been setup with aromatherapy candles and bunches of white roses. A nice touch. There on the bed was the blindfold. It seemed to beckon me. What the hell, this was why I was here. I picked it up and put it over my head moving to the centre of the room. I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and waited. I had been standing there for several minutes not seeing or knowing what was going to happen. I did know that my pussy was on fire and moisture was running down my legs. The sensation of expectation was intense. I could feel an eruption coming inside me any minute. At that point the door opened and someone came in, moving quietly. I heard a click and then the sound of soft, soothing music. I could feel this person moving around the room coming closer and closer. A breath of air on my neck and then the feel of lips against my ear. This sent a tingling sensation down my spine straight to my pussy and onwards. A hand brushed my hair back from ears and traced along my neck, another tingling sensation. I was fully dressed, nobody had touched any of my intimate parts and I was on the verge of orgasm like I had never felt before. Every inch of my body was screaming out to be touched, licked or kissed. Yet nothing happened, only silence. A silence that teased my senses even more. Less is certainly more. I was trembling, my knees shaking. I was going to collapse any minute. Then I felt a hand on my jacket; ever so gently the buttons were being undone. So gentle that the fabric of the jacket hardly moved. Quickly, the jacket was completely open and it was falling away brushing my nipples as it opened, the silky lining teasing them. This was like an electric shock that set my nipples tingling with excitement. Then a hand at my skirt, lifting slowly, exposing my pussy and then allowing it to drop. An inspection! I was being checked to see that I had complied with all the instructions. Then I could feel the sides of my jacket being pushed open further, exposing my breasts fully and sliding over my shoulders. I could feel myself becoming naked. The jacket slid down my arms and away from me. I was then aware of fingers tracing up my ribcage to my armpits, then over my breasts but not touching my nipples. Oh God, how I wished he would just touch them!! Next I felt his fingers reach inside the waist band of my skirt, gradually expanding it so it would move easily over my hips and then sliding down my legs. I remembered how I looked this morning, staring at myself in the mirror dressed only in my bra and shoes. He must have been enjoying the view because I could sense no movement at all. It is funny how your other senses are heightened when one of them is taken away from you. Just then hands brushed across my nipples sending electric shock through my body and down to my pussy which is where the hands went. Tracing down my stomach to my smooth, bare pussy lips where they opened me up exposing my hard, throbbing clit. Immediately I could feel his tongue on my clit. Oh God, that was good. This is what I had been waiting for since receiving that invitation. I was getting close to orgasm. I could feel the tingling in the lower part of my stomach and I knew it would not be long until I came. Involuntarily, I started moaning and pushing my hips so he get his tongue on my clit easier, which he did for just a brief time then it stopped. His hand moved to my hand and took it, leading me to another part of the room. I stopped abruptly when I bumped gently into a piece of the furniture, a chair it seemed. I could feel pressure from his hand in the middle of my back pushing me forward but I could not go any further. Then I realised he wanted me to lean forward which I did. He guided me forward and over the back of the chair until my hands and then my head were touching the seat of the chair. It was then that I remembered the balls inside me as they rolled forward inside me and settled on the front wall of my vagina. An interesting sensation indeed. I then felt him tying the smoothest of silk to my wrists and then to the legs of the chair. Then I felt his finger in my butt crack gently tracing down my crack to my thigh. Oh that was so good! But he did not stop there. Gently he pushed on my left leg forcing it wider opening me up a little. Then he tied the same silk to my ankle and secured it to the chair. Then he did the same to my right leg. Now I was wide open and well and truly exposed and completely helpless! He left me like this for what seemed like ages and, whilst I felt a little embarrassment at being trussed up like this I was also getting hornier, if that was possible. My clit was throbbing, my lips were swollen and my juices were flowing so much my thighs were getting wet. I had never done anything like this before and yet it excited me so much. I felt my anticipation build. What would happen? I wondered. Where would he touch me first? The thoughts of what might happen next ran through my mind as fast as I could think of them. I knew my pussy was now soaking wet. I could feel each slight draft of air as it passed over my wetness. Each minute seemed like hours and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat racing a mile-a-minute. The touch directly at the centre of my anus was a shock and surprise. I gasped out loud as the tip of a finger circled the centre of my rosebud. It was cold and slippery. The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing the sensitive opening. It only took a moment and my bottom began moving with the motion of the finger, undulating almost obscenely despite myself. The finger paused for a moment, waiting directly in the centre of the opening and I held my breath. It was as though time was suspended, waiting for the next movement. When it came, a moment later, it was a long firm movement. His forefinger slid fully into my bottom until it was embedded to the third knuckle. I gasped and arched my back at the sensation of his finger penetrating me. The finger pulled out slowly only to be thrust back in again. I couldn't believe the sensations. I had never imagined I could get so hot from being touched there. My pussy was soaking wet and burning hot. Again his finger withdrew and then plunged into me. This time I couldn't stifle a moan at the feeling. The finger pulled from me slowly and my anal muscles pulled in a vain attempt to keep his finger inside me. My breathing was coming in short ragged breaths now and I knew that if he kept up the violation of my bottom any longer, I would come from that sensation alone. I whimpered softly as his finger pulled from me. I waited, my back arched slightly. I knew that the position left my bottom pushed out and in my submissive position, I imagined how I must look, my bottom and pussy offered from behind to my part time lover. I waited quietly for whatever he had planned next. I did not have to wait long. His fingers began sliding up my thigh, moving slowly closer and closer to my wetness. He cupped my mound gently with one hand and began stroking my pussy lips lengthwise. I waited for him to take me there but he had other plans. One finger began stroking the length of my slit, moving my juices up and across my engorged clitoris. I moaned at the feeling. Suddenly, I felt my anus being touched again. The feeling was cold, lubricant again I guessed. The object at my rear passage was not a finger, I quickly realised it was too hard. What was it? The plastic plug pushed slowly into me, opening my already slippery bottom. As the plug was inserted, I felt it getting wider and wider. My breathing became ragged, short sharp breaths as the plastic intruder violated my rectum. Suddenly the widest part pushed past my sphincter and the plug became very narrow quickly. My muscles pulled the plastic up into me, filling my bottom with it. The narrowest portion was kept from being pulled in by a T-handle that was now lodged against my anus. This meant that my anus was also kept open. I felt my stomach muscles ripple in the beginnings of an orgasm and my anus clamped down hard on the plastic plug. All it would take would be one tiny movement of the plug or his finger on my clit and I would be over the edge but he wouldn't let me yet. There was a long pause. A time that seemed endless. I felt I was now more under control but the first touch by him on the plastic plug in my bottom was as though it was an electric shock! I cried out at the feeling and arched my back again as he twisted it slowly inside of me. His fingers grasped the plug and moved it in and out in minute movements. He started to pull the plug from me and I thought I would faint. My pussy gushed more of my juices and I knew that my thighs were soaked with them. I couldn't stop moaning and whimpering as the object was slowly pulled from me and I felt my sphincter grasp at it despite myself. My face was beet red both from excitement and the humiliation of so exposing myself like this A moment later the plug was pulled all the way out leaving me trembling. Now I could feel the head of his cock was just touching my anus. He was well lubricated already and my bottom was, of course, completely slippery. I held my breath, waiting for him to push forward. He waited a long moment until I started to relax then pushed the head of his cock into me. I gasped. He was in! I had never thought it would be so easy and so, so hot! He held himself there for a moment but I pushed backward, wanting all of him. A moment later he was buried in me to the hilt. My body was a riot of sensations, my pussy was still soaking wet and my clit was quivering. My nipples had been hard since I arrived and now they were so hard they ached. The blindfold seemed to centre my attention completely on what was being done to me. He started to move slowly in and out and I started to rock with the rhythm. I was getting closer and closer. I heard his breath getting shorter and I knew he'd come soon just like me. The movements were quicker and deeper now. It was only a moment before we wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Suddenly he paused, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me. I moaned in frustration and tried vainly to push back on him. Then he gave a big thrust pushing his penis deep inside me. My orgasm started to rush in on me from all sides and as it did, he again plunged back into me fully and deeply. I cried out and felt my rectum squeeze him tight. That was all it took for him and I felt his come shoot deep into my bowels as I thrust myself hard back onto him. The orgasm seemed to go on forever cascading over me again and again until he slid out of me, leaving me exhausted and collapsed over the chair, my silk bonds stopping me from falling to the floor. I lay there like for a long time catching my breath and trying to regain control of my senses. Then I heard the spa come on. Oh, the thought of a spa sounded great right now. Then I felt my bonds being untied and I was being helped to my feet. This was just as well as my legs would not have supported me at this point; they were still weak and trembling. Walking by myself would have been impossible. He guided me to the spa and helped me slide into it, the blindfold still over my eyes. The warm, soapy water felt good on my skin and soothing around my throbbing anus. I half sat and half lay there for what seemed like ages enjoying the warmth and the bubbles around me. This was so relaxing. Then I heard him enter the bath and felt his hands lifting me so that I stood in the bath as he washed me with the softest of sponges. This was heaven! I was still enjoying my orgasm afterglow and now I was being bathed. I felt like a princess He helped me out of the bath and into a bathrobe, then patted me dry. When I was reasonably dry he removed the robe and dried all my private parts with a towel making sure no nook or cranny was missed. When I was dry I felt a cold splash on my pussy lips and under my breasts and I could smell my favourite perfume. I then felt his fingers on my pussy lips and he slid one finger inside my still warm slit pushing in between my extremely swollen lips. He grabbed the string on the duo balls and gently pulled. The sensation was electric as the balls pulled against my vagina and started to slide out between my lips. He let them come out very slowly, teasing my swollen lips and starting my excitement again. The balls dropped away and almost immediately I felt something else being pushed inside me, slightly bigger than the balls but there was only one this time. Next I felt his finger slide between my cheeks and, as before, it was cold and wet but this time the consistency of the lubricant was much thicker. He just smeared in around my anus took his finger away. Next I felt my left leg being lifted and placed through what seemed like the leg hole of a soft, lacy thong. Then my right leg and pulled it up around my hips. He was dressing me. I had been undressed by men before but never dressed. This was indeed a pleasant if somewhat unusual surprise. Did this mean it was all over? He had not spoken all this time and I dared not ask at this time. He continued dressing me. Next were my shoes, then my bra, skirt and jacket. Then he removed my blindfold and I saw him standing there stark naked and smiling. "Hello", he said simply, "I hope you have enjoyed your adventure so far". "Yes, I have", I replied. "So far? Does that mean there is more?" "Oh yes, we are nowhere near finished yet", he said. "It is lunch time and there is a table booked for us. I will get dressed and leave you to do any make up or grooming you consider necessary. Please meet me in the dining room" It was obvious he expected me not to reply but I was puzzled. `Nowhere near finished yet' I could not think what else he had in mind for my tortured yet very satisfied body. I went to my make up bag to start getting ready. As I walked the thing he had put inside me moved and I knew whatever he had planned would involve this new invader. He had dressed quickly and left me alone. I was ready and headed down stairs to the dining room. That thing resting on the front of my vagina against what had become a very sensitive area, courtesy of all the activities so far. My lips were still swollen and I was very aware of every move I made, walking only seemed to stimulate me even further. By the time I reached the dining room my pussy was quite moist and my clit was beginning to throb again. I have to admit I smiled when I walked thanks to the thing inside me. The maitre d' checked the table and began to escort me to it. Just then I felt a sensation I would remember for the rest of my life. The thing in my pussy suddenly came alive! It started to vibrate deep inside me and I felt the beginnings of another incredible orgasm. Luckily I was only about 10 feet from the table and was able to make to my chair without giving too much away to the diners around us but I knew it would not be long before this orgasm would really hit me. He greeted me cheerily "Hi, how are you?' "Fine", I said "Anything wrong?" "Not at all, except that my pussy is about to explode into orgasm in public. What are you doing to me?" He held up a small remote control and flicked the button on it. Immediately the vibrating stopped and my impending orgasm began to subside. That was a relief but I was still so damn horny. Lunch progressed fairly normally after that except that now and then I had to make sure my jacket was not too open. Judging by the bulge in the waiter's pants I was sure he was getting a pretty good view. At the same time we were getting pretty good service too. Also the vibrator would come on every now and then just to keep me aroused. I was just finishing my second glass of red wine and, combined with the effects of that vibrating thing in my pussy, I was starting to feel pretty relaxed. Just then he asked, "So how do you like your new thong?" I replied, "It's cute but not what I would normally wear" "Oh really? Why is that?" "It's a lot smaller than my others" It was actually so tiny it hardly covered my mound "Well if you don't like it I will take it back" "There is no need to do that" "Yes I will. Give it to me and I will take it back" "Okay, if you insist." He held his hand out and it was apparent he was asking me to give him the thong now. "Now?" He nodded and I started to get up to find the ladies. "No, take it off here" I looked at him and immediately knew he meant it. His was still reaching out. "Now, please" I looked around and no one was paying any attention to us so I slowly lifted my skirt up, slid the thong down my legs and handed it to him. Now I felt vulnerable, naked and hornier than I thought possible. The vibrator and this latest challenge had really done their job on me. Despite having had two absolutely mind-blowing orgasms already today I was desperate for another one. And it felt like it was not far away. Lunch was over and we made our way back to the room. My pussy tingling from the vibrator and my legs were so weak he was supporting me when we walked. When we got into the room we embraced, and I felt his body on mine. He must have been as horny as me, with his hard on sticking firmly into my lower stomach. His face was inches from mine, breath wisping against my cheek, and it felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced. Suddenly, I was petrified, too nervous to move, my brow icy cold and hands hot. The enormity of what I was doing sunk in. He bent forward and kissed me, and I felt his lips brush against my own. His mouth opened and his breath mingled with mine, while he ran his fingers through my hair, gently pulling me closer to him, increasing the intimacy, tightening the bond. His hand dropped to my shoulders and onto my back, fingers etching their lust on my spine, writing of passion, desire, tracing their way the length of my body to my pelvis. Flattening his hand, he slid it onto my hip and then my buttock, which he smoothed, seduced and pulled towards himself. Still, our kiss endured and I was dizzy with desire and lack of air, but would not let it end. His hands continued, following the slopes of my flesh, the contours of my body: waist and stomach, upwards, upwards, to my breasts, and then he held them, held me, his thumbs grazing my nipples, over and over, over and over. Finally we submitted, we parted our breaths and stood nose to nose. He began to unbutton my jacket, so slowly, each button a milepost closer to his goal, and when he reached my stomach he folded the jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall, letting me stand before him, aroused and ready. I slid my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and nodded; appraising my body then stood back and began to remove his clothes. I held my breath as he undressed, completely, divesting himself of shirt, tie and trousers. He was naked before me. His cock was erect and hard. It looked enormous. I remembered that only a little while ago that thing was rammed inside my rectum giving me some of the greatest pleasure I had ever known. He stripped the quilt from the bed and we lay on the sheets, side by side, staring and touching, my hand on his cheek, finger against his lip, letting him bite, letting him slide it into his mouth. And we kissed, our faces tilting, mouths reaching towards each other, tongues extended. "Relax," he said, kissing me once more, running his hand up my waist towards my breast and enclosing it softly. He edged down the bed and began to kiss my neck and shoulders, chest and breasts, finally alighting on my right nipple and teasing it into his mouth. His tongue, so delicate, so soft, so warm, began to draw unknown sensations from me and I felt a shiver slide down my body. I sighed and he looked up in amusement, before falling, once more, onto my nipple. All the while, his hand was gradually sliding down my stomach, fingers stretched, easing across my skin, spidering towards my mons. He flattened his palm against it and smoothed his fingers across my baby-soft skin, sneaking downwards, ever closer to my sodden pussy. As he touched it for the first time a jolt of energy erupted through me, as though I had been electrocuted, and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. I laughed and ran my hand through his hair, easing my legs apart again and leaving myself open. His fingers began to probe, flickering across my lips, nails grazing gently against them, then sliding inwards, gathering my juices and slipping easily inside me. Immediately, he drew his fingers up again, running his index finger directly against my clitoris. I squealed as he stopped and placed the tip of his finger against it, pressing and teasing, before beginning to slide round and around it. I started to buck my hips as he elicited deep-rooted sensations from me, my clitoris suddenly bursting to life with its new attention. Sliding further down the bed, he began to drag his tongue down my chest and belly, following the line his fingers had taken minutes before, leaving a gentle cascade of kisses on my flesh. As his head approached my pelvis my heart began to hammer in my chest, another moment of imminent sexual revelation impressing itself on my senses. I parted my legs as wide as I could and waited for the moment. And it arrived. His tongue dragged downwards over my mons towards my slit. He was progressing in slow motion, but finally he reached his goal and I felt his breath on my pussy, then his lips on mine, and then his tongue edging forward, probing gently, purposefully, parting my lips and entering me. I was wetter than I think I've ever been, my body racked by pleasure, muscles rigid and fingers clenched. He began to lick, tracing his tongue up and down my slit, the hot wetness of his mouth leaving me breathless. My clitoris was crying out for attention and I bucked beneath him, trying to manoeuvre myself into position. He quickly took the hint and sealed his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth, playing his teeth against it, rolling his tongue over and across. "Just suck," I breathed. "Hard. Suck hard." He fell onto me once more and did as I asked. My thigh muscles were rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of pain. I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or not. And then I knew. Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed. I was panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way and that. He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across the sensitised tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed. With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body. My eyes blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy. I couldn't keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my faculties. I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted the moment to end. We made love for the rest of the afternoon. It was slow and extraordinary. It was warm and precious. It was intimate and breathless. It was magnificent. It was time to bring this sensational day to an end. We bathed in the spa and fooled around a little but did not start anything. Time was now short and I needed to be back on the plane. He drove me to the airport and saw me to my plane. I was on my way home. The day had ended but the memory would continue forever.

Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: Fun at a pioneer camp Summary: A guy collected himself to kiss the girl he liked but he couldn't believe that it would became the night of his life with many first times. Keywords: MMF, MF, vaginal, oral, anal, teens, group sex, lesbian sex Contact: [email protected] is for your comments. *** My first sexual experience happened when I was a group leader at a pioneer camp. All group leaders were friendly and I had a relation with Olga from another group. This freshman was slim, long-legged with wavy hair to her slender shoulders. Although the girl was a real knockout, she was very shy. When we were at the white-sand beach I usually had a raging hard-on just staring at her tight swimsuit and her protruding stand-up boobs. We came across each other whether we wanted or not. I always watched her - at a beach, at a canteen and soon. I noticed that she watched me too. With those brown eyes through her long velvet eyelids. We never talked much. It wasn't cool for guys to hang out with girls in public. I was very shy and all my body shook all over as our knees or hands touched each other by chance. I tried to revive those memories for a long time after that. I wasn't the one who tried to get into her hot panties. Many guys stopped trying when they found out that she was still a virgin. There was another group leader that I had a crush on and she was a real knockout, too. Her name was Sveta. She always wore tight, but revealling clothes that fitted her perfectly. All the guys drooled over her as she took the sun on a bank of the river. They watched her smooth shoulders, tender legs, firm tits and heart-shaped butt. I stared at her like any other guy and I often noticed Olga's unfriendly glances. I was confused: would I prefer Olga or Sveta? The shift was coming to the end and there was a party given on our final night. It was funny to watch us then: guys danced in one corner of the dance floor as girls did it in another one. Sometimes girls danced with guys but it was putrid to dance with a boy at that time. Shyness had finally disappeared (it was the final night after all) and the first couples began going out somewhere. I collected myself and came up to Olga to invite her for a romantic slow dance. With lashes down like some innocent girl she and I moved over to the center of the dance floor. She lay her tender hands on my broad shoulders as I put my arms around her thin waist. I could feel the heat of her body through her the dress and it made my head spin around. Like all guys of my age, I had had wet dreams. I knew enough about sex from what the guys from my neighbourhood said. During masturbation I was imagining a stunning girl who was eager to serve my cock and my cock splashed gallons of cum on my belly in the end. While Olga and I were dancing, her firm tits were pressed tightly against my chest and my hands held her smooth hips gently. My cock began getting hard from that long close contact especially feeling her nipples through the dress material. To make the story short, I didn't know what to do with the bulge in my pants. When Olga felt something hard against her crotch, she made up her mind to be playful a little. I saw her eyes close in pleasure and the girl started swaying her hips slowly. Olga was enjoying my reaction without any shame. The song had suddenly stopped and we had to go apart. Flushed, I went to my friends after I had whispered in her ear, "Meet me at a cabin after the party is over! We gotta talk." I was lucky that I was wearing a long T-shirt otherwise the tent in my pants would be clearly seen in the flashing lights of the party. I had been looking forward to the end of the discotheque and it finished after a couple of songs. Now I could meet Olga for a talk but I didn't even suspect how good it would be. My shyness was still a serious obstacle for making a good relationship. I couldn't be sure whether Olga was coming. The most frightening thing was what I'd do if she came. When I came there, the girl was still away. I sat down on the porch's stairs of that cabin and thought about my next step I'd do when she was there. I was absorbed in my thoughts, when I suddenly heard the foliage's rustle. I became cautious but then I became relaxed when I saw my passion, Olga. Perhaps, she was too cautious of our encounter and she came up to me in silence. My heart started hammering when Olya sat next to me. It was the happiest moment in my life as I watched the moonshine going through her hair and her skin seemed to be white and shining. Confused, we began with some inconsequential chatting. We were both too self-conscious but after a few funny jokes we spoke like close friends about college activities, the pioneer camp and other stuff. My mind was making a million operations per second, planning my next step. I just thought it was stupid to sit up and speak all night long. I stared at her eyes and I read in them that she had been waiting for my first step. I should probably do nothing if she didn't interrupt me in the middle of my speech and asked me, "I want you to kiss me on this final night here!" It was so straight that my jaw dropped. I tried to catch my breath, but her request was mind-blowing. I leant down to her face. Her eyes were already closed in awaiting for my kiss and her lips were inviting and opened a bit. In a moment I planted my kiss on her warm lips. It was my very first kiss and I really didn't know what to do, but Olga led the way. Her wet small tongue slid inside my mouth and I didn't resist it at all. I tried to relax and closed my eyes in pleasure. I liked the sensation and felt warm waves spreading all over. My tongue instinctively slid into her mouth in return so that our tongues started struggling fiercely. I was surprised by the way Olga's agile tongue was lapping up there. I imitated every move of hers and I entered in the flow in no time. Then her tongue left my mouth and the girl slowly licked my lips up. In a teasing manner, she nipped my lips tenderly and kissed them softly. All her vulgar behavior gave my cock a stir and emotions overtook me soon. It felt like a dream. I didn't know how, but my hands started caressing her naked smooth-skinned shoulders and neck. It was a new ground for me and I wanted to try something really exciting. When I thought that the coast was clean, I moved my hands down her curvy body towards her appealing perky tits. I already believed that I would be lucky and I'd be able to get laid, although I had never done it yet. But my illusion was over when we suddenly heard some footsteps and voices in the dark. I scared as much as Olga did that we would be caught in the act. Without giving it a second thought, Olga and I rushed to the nearby bushes to hide there. We had been there for a minute and we were afraid to let out a squeak. My excitement disappeared a little and I glanced at Olga. Due the circumstances the girl wouldn't resist whatever I did but I decided to act like a real man. I had to go out and find what had been happening out there. I took a deep breath and looked out. I saw some love birds took our place. And it meant that Olga and I would have to find another place to make this night memorable. As quite and soon as we could we left the spot and moved over to the riverside. There was a building that consisted of shower booths, locker-rooms, storage-rooms and a haystack. It was pitch dark and we felt along the wall until we found the barn door. After we had stepped inside and closed the door behind us, we moved over to a aromatic hay and flopped down on it. Without saying a word to each other, Olga and I immediately kept on doing what had been interrupted under the moon by the invited guests. We weren't on the shy side and our kisses were slurping now. We were much into it and I was going to feel that girl's luscious body. I was sure as hell that Olga would take it for granted. When my hands were almost on her appealing tits, we heard moans. I almost swore about it when we broke our hugs. Olga and I stared into the darkness and we saw a small lamp that spread a dim light around. We looked closer and we were shocked! There was naked Sveta, another stunning group leader I had adored, saddling Mike. Olga and I were shocked seeing that! I felt like I was spying on my sister or watching some porn flick on TV while my parents were away. Sveta was the one who stretched out her hand and turned on the lamp, because they were silent before then. In the light I could see her hair was tousled and her cheeks were flushed. I couldn't help but notice her pink nipples that were swollen. The clothes of this young couple were scattered around. Perhaps, they were thrown off in the heat of their passion. Olga and I looked disheveled. I felt embarrassed, but Olga was shocked with the top of her dress unbuttoned. Mike, the guy Sveta had been saddling, noticed us and shouted at us, "Are you fucking stupid or what? Can't you see that we're fucking now? Get your fucking asses outta here, you kids!" His hot temper frightened us and made me feel sorry for interrupting their last night of sex. I could understand him, because I was ready to kill anybody who had interrupted us tonight. Like people with a good behaviour, we were about to leave them alone but Sveta stopped us. "Why, let them watch and they'll get an extra course in sex education in the most natural way," the girl said with a shining smile on her face. "By the way, I feel so hot, thinking that these nave love birds will be as dirty as we are!" After those words the girl kept on making her swaying moves and Mike murmured and moaned in pleasure. It looked like they enjoyed our staying there. How could they be so straight? "Yeah, we'll give them a fun-fucking-tastic lesson!" Sveta couldn't stop talking in her condition. "Is it your very first time, lovers?" Like in a trance, I just nodded. So did Olga but I could feel her hesitation. She was silent for a moment but then she added like she confessed at a church, "I have already kissed a college guy." "Wow! It does really mean that you are already experienced," giggling, Sveta summed it up. "And I like you both so much!" "Hey dude, do you have got balls?" Mike asked me. I became embarrassed with his rough question and I didn't know what to say but his girlfriend continued her dirty game. "Mickey, I'll check it out myself and you can check out his little girl!" Sveta said like she was some kind of a supervisor. Sveta rolled off Mike's sweaty body. At that very moment I saw his huge cock that had been inside her slid out of the girl's juicy pussy. I stole a glance at Olga and saw her eyes were wide-opened with astonishment. "Do you like it, baby?" Mike asked with uncovered smugness, holding his cock in his fist and swaying it from one side to another. "Well, crawl to it!" I didn't know what Olga had in mind but she followed his orders, although I found them very repulsive. She were on all fours and slowly crawling to Mike. Only then I realized that Olga was that type of girls who liked rough guys, not romantic ones like me. When she reached him, Mike rolled Olga over on the back. He began taking off her short dress and high-heeled shoes. I had been dreaming of touching her tits the whole evening but I failed. Just I had to be more insistent. Now I could see that Olga wore no bra under the dress. Although I was a virgin, I understood that the girl planned to get laid and I failed. What a loser I was! God, I wanted to be in Mike's place now! Olga hadn't lain much time there when she had only black laced panties on. Mike was the experienced guy and he lifted her legs up in the air with one move. Then the guy hooked the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. Of course, everybody there guessed that Olga was a virgin and Mike had to act fast to have success. I even didn't manage to notice how her pussy looked. Mike pressed his face against it so fast that Olga was slow to prevail it. Sveta's hands were so talented as her boyfriend's. As I watched my girlfriend who was being lapped, Mike's girlfriend undressed me so fast that I didn't even notice that. Only when Sveta's warm lips touched my naked body, I came to myself. I was sure it wasn't a new ground for her, although I had never considered her a slut. Her lips were getting me warmer with every lick. I just couldn't believe in the reality of what had been happening. Waves of excitement were filling my body and I knew that that night would be the night. After her lips had warmed my body up, her mouth appeared on mine. I didn't resist it all since those two girls I had adored so much and I had dreamt of them in my wet dreams. When Sveta planted a wet kiss and her agile tongue darted into my mouth, her hands gently began circling around my sensual spots: neck, chest and stomach. At that very moment I couldn't think about anything at all. My head was spinning around and my mind was shattered. I kissed her in return as hot as I could. The idea of becoming the man during that group sex was driving me crazy. The girl's lips left my lips and I remained to lie with the opened mouth, gulping for air. I could feel Sveta's mouth on my body. Her tongue trailed down my body. I knew where its destination was and it gave my cock a stir. My cock had already been hard-rock for a long time and I felt my penis being suddenly plunged into something warm and slippery. I looked down. The girl didn't waste time and she took it in her slurping mouth. It was my first time of getting a blowjob and it felt awesome. At the very moment I didn't care who I was going to have, my girlfriend or Sveta. I just wanted to get off so much. Like a real porn star, Sveta sucked it in really deep and her tongue didn't stop licking the head. I liked watching her the girl's head bobbing up and down my shaft and we never broke the eye contact. Her mouth was sliding along the entire length of my cock until she got her nose buried into my pubes. I threw my head back in pleasure and opened my legs wider to give Sveta a better access for pleasing my cock. I could feel her delicate hands cup my ballsac and squeeze it tenderly from time to time. It was strange that I didn't cum in her mouth immediately as Sveta's lips tightened around my cock's stalk. I was surprised by the quantity of new sensations that had overtaken me. I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. From time to time slight moans of pleasure reached me and I was sure as hell that they came out of Olga's mouth while Mike was giving pleasure to my shy girlfriend with his tongue. After not a long passionate blowjob, Mike's girlfriend got my cock out of her warm mouth but she started jerking it off. "Get her on all fours like the slut she is and let her watch how to give a proper blowjob!" I heard Sveta told Mike. When I heard it, I opened my eyes and saw that Mike raised Olga up easily with one arm so that the girl's face was turned to me. Getting licked was one thing but giving head was another. I was sure that Olga would refuse it especially when she was called names like "slut". The girl would do it if only she was made but I was wrong. Olga got on all fours of her own free will. Then I saw Mike's big silhouette behind her small figure and his stiffened cock swung between his legs. I was quite sure that he was going to fuck her in front of me and I was afraid of her being torn apart with his huge snake. God, I envied him so much. It was obvious that great sight, her pink pussy and puckered ass hole, was on display in front of Mike's face. I was mistaken, the guy wasn't about to fuck her right now, he was going to fuck my girlfriend later. I thought he would fail, because Olga was still a virgin girl. The guy knelt down behind my girlfriend's ass and he spread her legs a bit wider. I could see that Olga stuck her ass up and suddenly started moaning. Perhaps, Mike started licking her virgin pussy. I glanced down at Olya's eyes but their look was blurred and her mouth was opened from waves of pleasure going through all her body. As I savoured the sight of my girl in the position who only cheap sluts could take, my cock turned out in Sveta's thirsty mouth again. I felt so good when my cock slid down her clutching throat and the girl made slurping sounds as Olga watched it with the blurred eyes. My girlfriend watched how my cock go in and out of her tutor's mouth. I was being excited not only with the sensations of Sveta had been giving to me, but with Olga's moans that she had been letting out. Sveta pulled my cock out of her hungry mouth and squeezed it at the base so hard that some pre-cum appeared on the piss-hole. I noticed that Olga watched closely the way Sveta was licking away all that pre-cum and swallowing it as if trying to remember every detail of it. Then Sveta's agile tongue circled on the head of my cock polishing it off. Making sure it was licked clean, she sucked the half of my cock in and her mouth began sliding up and down the shaft. I had been all steamed up by the time Sveta got out my cock, glistening with her saliva. Then she did what I had never expected! Sveta just put her hand on Olga's head and pressed her mouth stained with my pre-cum against Olya's mouth. My girlfriend was enjoying Mike's tongue on her pussy and she was to slow to react it. I was surprised how submissive she was and I was sure that I should have to be rough with her too. I heard these girls make slurping sounds and I saw their tongue lap each other. There was no pudency left in Olga. The girl was in a bliss from Sveta's wet kisses and Mike's mind-blowing licks. Finally the girls had broken their kisses. Sveta looked at me and asked me, knowing the answer beforehand, "Did you enjoy it, macho?" I was tongue-tied, although there was no need for my reply. Sveta pulled Olga's face towards my cock and I was surprised that I could felt eagerness in my girlfriend. Like a good slut, she just opened her mouth and my cock slid inside as Olga let out a long moan. Mike was a real pro at giving her a good time with his tongue. I saw Sveta crawling her way to Olga's ass that was high in the air. Her boyfriend immediately stopped licking the virgin pussy. I wondered what the girl was up to. Sveta slowly drove her thumb into Olga's hole. I didn't know which hole it was but I guessed that it was her tight ass hole. Sveta drove her finger to the knuckle and Olga gasped, taking the half of my hard cock into her mouth. I was right, because her trainer confirmed it in a moment. "Nice ass you got, girlie! We'll teach you how to please a guy with it tonight!" Sveta said and gave me a sly wink. I was sure as hell that this girl never joked when it came to sex. Despite my girlfriend was going to be used, I looked forward to the coming hot action. I threw my head back and rolled my eyes in pleasure as Olga tried her best. The girlfriend seemed to be a quick learner. She was giving head worse than Sveta was but the girl was really into it. Her lips slid along my cock and her hot breath burned the head so softly. Olga's tongue swirled around my entire shaft, making a slurping noise. I was surely having the time of my life. I didn't see but I was sure that Sveta was finger-fucking the girl's ass while her boyfriend's tongue was lapping Olga's pussy. I didn't mind it at all now. Suddenly I felt my cock hit the back of Olga's throat. I was surprised how quick she learnt. Her throat was clutching tightly around my cock and I opened my eyes to see her angel's face. Then I understood why she was taking it so deep. Sveta's hand was on the back of Olya's head and pushed it so hard that my girlfriend's nose hit my pelvis every time. Sveta stared into my eyes and smiled. The girl was sure that I was happy with it. Then she removed her hand from Olga's head, but she kept on sucking so deep like she had been doing it before. I had never experienced anything like that before and I had never thought that I would ever take part in group sex. I was enjoying my girlfriend's intensive cock-sucking when I felt a kiss on my lips. I even let out a long moan and a tongue slid inside my mouth. Without opening my eyes, I knew it was Sveta who was kissing me, because other lips kept on working on my cock. The barn was filled with slurping sounds and they made me hot. It felt so good when Sveta's agile tongue struggled with mine deep in my mouth and the cum boiling in my swollen balls. I knew that I wouldn't last long. Sveta suddenly broke the kiss and told Olga, "Stop sucking his cock and squeeze his balls!" At that moment I felt Olga's mouth leave my cock. Confused, I opened my eyes and my look was blurred from excitement. Little by little I could focus and I saw my girlfriend squeezing my cock hard. It made some pre-cum appear on the piss-hole and her tongue licked it away, giving me more waves of pleasure. Jesus, I thought I'd never cum. Every time I was ready to have an orgasm I was stopped. So it happened again. Dirty Sveta liked teasing me. What a bitch! Whenever a drop of pre-cum appeared on the piss-hole, Olga's mouth licked it away. I watched my girlfriend with my throbbing cock in her hand and I knew that my torturer, Sveta, had something special in her mind. Savouring the moment, I looked forward to it. "I'm sure you enjoy how we, two dirty girls, please you and..." giggling, Sveta paused and then added. "It's high time for you to show me what I can get in return, baby!" After the girl had said it, she rolled over on her back and spread her slender legs, putting her wet pussy on display for me. I'm a smart guy and I got the point at once. I didn't want to leave Olga with Mike alone, but I couldn't resist temptation of sticking my cock between Sveta's spread legs that were in front of me. I felt sorry that I hadn't come yet but I was absolutely sure it'd be soon. In anticipation I positioned myself between her wide spread legs. Sveta didn't look like a shy girl and she didn't try to let me have a comfortable position. The girl just grabbed my hair and pressed my head against her pussy so tightly that my mouth touched her wet pussy lips. Without giving it a second thought, my tongue slid inside the tight tunnel of her pussy. It was the first time I tasted a pussy and it was great. I tried to stick out my tongue as far as I could and my nose rubbed against her swollen bean, the clit. I was lapping her sweet juices from the depths of her slippery pussy. I opened my eyes and saw that her clean-shaven pussy was smooth like a baby's ass. The body's muddled sweet aroma drove me crazy and I increased my pace. It was clear that Sveta liked it so much because her thin fingers with well-manicured nails spread her pussy's juicy lips apart. She surely was a naturally born slut for her age, not even porn actresses I had watched in various flicks could look like this. I enjoyed that pink wet hole that had recently been rammed by Mike's huge dick and above the hole there was a swollen clit. From time to time I licked her fingers up and then I moved my tongue along her juicy meaty opened flesh. When my tongue touched her clit, Sveta's body arched and her hands grabbed my hair and pressed my face flat against her sweet box. I licked, nibbled and sucked that divine mound that gave my partner great pleasure as I learnt. I nibbled her labia and tried to stick my tongue in her hole as deep as I could. I constantly felt the slickness of Mike's pre-cum on the inner walls of the vagina, but I didn't give a care at all at that moment. I was ready for anything if she let me stick my cock up her pussy! After awhile, I felt like Sveta wanted my mouth to move higher. And my mouth began moving up her body, caressing every curve of her luscious body. In the end I was on the top of her and my rock-hard cock rubbed against Sveta's pussy. It seemed like a hot dog: my prick moved along the pussy lips and the head touched the clit. My cock was all wet with her juices. At the thought of fucking Sveta, I desperately started kissing her on the lips and my fingers twitched her hard nipples. When I felt Sveta touch my rock-hard cock with her sweaty hand and squeezed it hard, my toes curled with pleasure. I stopped doing anything and just enjoyed the way the girl stroked my cock. Finally Sveta directed it into her lust-filled pussy and I was afraid to make a stir. The girl probably noticed my hesitation and nailed my ass so hard that I thought some bloody prints would be left there. The next moment Sveta crossed her legs behind my back. When I felt my cock plunging deep into something very warm and pulsating, I rolled my eyes with pleasure. It was the first time I tried a pussy. It was so tight and slippery. I knelt down and slowly pulled my cock out. When I got it out, I looked down at it. The shaft was vein-covered and pussy juice was on it. It felt so good that I couldn't resist the temptation any longer to stick it back. Smiling at Sveta, I rammed my aching cock back to the balls in a thrust. Gosh, how great it felt for the first time! I stared down and devoured the look of my hard meat to disappear into this girl's slim body. It felt much better than during masturbation and it looked hotter than it was in any flick I had ever seen! My cock pierced inside and her pussy clutched around it like a glove, but all her body tensed and relaxed under my sweaty body now and then. "I'm your first one! So fuck me in any way you want," Sveta whispered in lust. I was full of desires and this group leader's moans were bringing me right to my first orgasm with a real girl. Gasping, I knew that I was ready to cum and I hoped that I would manage to cum at last. Although I was on the verge of no return, I cared about not getting anyone pregnant. I didn't know whether Sveta was on the pill and I didn't want to risk. The sensation of coming orgasm was so unbelievable and I hardly managed to get my cock out of her pussy. As soon as the head of my cock had sprung out of her, thick streams of cum immediately started splashing around. I was having the time of my life and threw my head back in pleasure. I groaned loudly without concealing my emotions as my sticky cum spurted. I thought it would be lasting forever! When I finally got wasted and came to myself, I opened my eyes. Trying to catch my breath, I noticed that my cum coated her body here and there. There was some on her face too. Sveta was staring at me and I could see some globs of cum on her cheeks and lips. The girl just opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Then I saw some of my cum poured out of its corners and down her white-skinned neck. Sveta kept on starring straight into my eyes as she licked my cum off her pouting lips. It looked so exciting and it brought dirty thoughts to my mind. As soon as the girl had cleaned her face, I moved over to Sveta and saddled her chest. I pressed my wasted cock against her cum-filled mouth for getting clean and she did it for granted. "Oh my God, I'm so hot at the thought of a virgin has just come on me and you ain't shy anymore," the young slut said with pride. "Well, have a little rest while we're teaching your naive girlfriend to fuck." I liked Olga so much and I became worried about her after I had heard Sveta's words. I was sure that Mike's cock was too huge to be her first one and mine was nothing in comparison with his. On the other hand, I was in such a condition that I didn't give it a care too much. I just wanted more adventures at that night. On top of that, I didn't mind watching some show of breaking her cherry. I sat down and the show started. My girlfriend Olga was still on all fours and she moaned loudly with her eyes closed in pleasure. She couldn't control her body any more and shook all over. I thought she knew that she was going to be fucked soon. The sight was so exciting that I instinctively stroked my cock. Then I saw Mike get up and his swollen cock hung between the legs. He walked around her and stood in front of her face. It was so close to me that I could stretch out my hand and touch his cock. It looked monstrous next to her angel's face. I was sure that there was no way for her to get it in her small mouth. Of course, Mike was brutal not shy and it seemed like Olga liked it. The guy held his cock in the hand and slapped my girlfriend's face with it. I was shocked! What the fuck did he thought he was? But Olga hadn't protested it at all. Mike slapped his cock against her cheeks and traits of his pre-cum was left there. Confused, I stared at my girlfriend and I understood that Olga and Sveta were the same, they both were the filthy sluts. I understood that Mike liked what he saw. He acted rough. The guy put his fingers under her cheekbones and just pressed hard, making Olga open her mouth. Of course, the four of us knew what was coming. Mike brought his monster cock to the opened mouth and he slowly drove the head of his dick inside. Astonished, Olga looked up and stared into the guy's eyes. Grinning, he said, "Sweet face, just swallow my cock to the balls if you can't suck! Relax your tight throat and you'll make it." Unexperienced Olga tried her best but she couldn't open her mouth so wide. I couldn't understand why she let him treat herself like a dirty slut but I decided not to get in Mike's way until she asked for it. Olga stuck her wet tongue out and began caressing the head of his purple cock. I was surprised how many things got her excited tonight and I could clearly see that my shy girlfriend was constantly getting aroused more. She caressed that monster cock and it drove. On a sudden we all heard her loud moan. Olga didn't worry any longer about what we would all think about her, she was just having the time of her life! The performance attracted me so much that I didn't notice when my hand stopped stroking my hard cock. It was Sveta's hand that had been slowly stroking it. I glanced at her and she smiled. "You're gonna be the night of your life!" the girl whispered to me and I believed her. I bit my lip with pleasure and turned my head to my girlfriend. It seemed like I took my eyes from her for a moment and now I could see Mike's monster cock in her mouth. Her mouth was grotesquely spread around his thick shaft. I couldn't believe how deep she had already swallowed. Gagging and choking on it, Olga tried to take it as deep as she could. I saw Mike turn his face to me and grinned. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it until the entire cock was down Olga's throat. I could see her throat was contracting around the cock and I was afraid that my girlfriend would suffocate but she didn't any attempts to get it out. Olga just tried to get accustomed to his monster cock down the throat. The tears in her eyes appeared and Mike took his hand away. At that moment the girl tried to get the cock out of her mouth until she felt the hand on her head again. Olga understood that she had to swallow it again. And my girl did so. I couldn't believed that she acted like a well-trained pet. It didn't take much time before Mike stopped forcing her swallow the monster cock. I could see her mouth slid back and forth along the guy's thick shaft. It looked like my girlfriend liked to swallow it until her nose was buried in his pubes. Sveta wanted to join the game and said, "As you can see, even your shy girlfriend can be turned into a dirty slut! Easily!" After that, Sveta was on her way to the couple. It was obvious that the girl had some dirty ideas in her mind but I didn't know that they were of a lesbian nature. Sveta was crawling slowly to Mike and Olga and I noticed that her pussy was red and stretched after the intercourse with me. I couldn't imagine how loosened it would be after Mike's cock. Sveta had been one minute when she was under Olga in the 69 position. God, I was really about to witness a real lesbian fun! I didn't doubt that Sveta started to lick around the juicy pleasure spot. Olga's pussy should have been dripping wet by that time. I could see that Sveta spread Olga's ass cheeks for a more comfortable licking and my girlfriend even lowered down her ass a little. It was obvious that Olga wanted to be licked so much. On a sudden Olga increased the tempo of cock-sucking and we all knew that it was her reaction to Sveta's tongue in her pussy. My girlfriend acted just like a bitch in heat. After several minutes Olga froze. I thought that she was having an orgasm but I was mistaken. Sveta was moving her finger along my girlfriend's pussy crack, caressing it and then she drove it straight into her slippery hole. Olga's pussy made a slurping sound and swallowed the girl's finger. We all could hear that sound and it meant that Sveta kept on finger-fucking my girlfriend. "Are you still a virgin?" everyone heard Sveta's loud question. "No, I popped it with a dildo by accident when I was too horny," gasping, Olga answered after she released that huge cock out of her mouth for a moment. "Well, we have less dirty work to do then. Mike, I did tell you she is a slut and can't live without being stuffed!" Sveta said and giggled. After those words we could hear louder slurping sounds and it meant that Mike's girl increased the tempo of fingering my girlfriend. It made Olga moan even louder and she could hardly murmur, "Oh yeah, it feels so great! It's too much for me... Sveta!" Exhausted, Sveta got out from under Olga's trembling body and Mike understood that it was the time. The guy pulled his huge cock out of my girlfriend's hungry mouth and stood in front of me. His cock was extremely big and it was covered with Olga's saliva richly. It was even dripping from the cock. "I'll be the first who fuck your bitch!" he said and squeezed his cock in his hand. Then he made his way around Olga and knelt down behind her inviting ass. Despite the distance, I could see how wide Sveta spread Olga's ass cheeks for Mike's huge cock. My girlfriend wanted it so much that she stuck up her ass for it. I envied the sight the guy could be seeing. Apparently, Mike liked what he saw and he had a broad smile on his face. He pressed his cock against her almost virgin pussy and thrusted his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her tight pussy. I startled as Olga screamed out at the top of her lungs. It was obvious that Mike's cock was extremely huge for her small pussy. From my place it looked like the thin fragile girl was going to be pierced through and if Mike stood, Olga would be left impaled on his monster cock like a shashlik. It was clear that my girlfriend tried to get herself free, but Mike held her hips tight and kept on ramming without stopping. The guy even didn't give her time to get used to his size. It looked like he didn't care that his cock was the first one which was in her tight pussy, Mike just wanted to fuck the shit out of Olga and there was no doubt that he would manage to do it. Grunting, he was constantly saying, "Nice cunt you have on you! The tightest one of many others I have fucked in this camp! But don't worry, it's gonna be really loosened up after I'm through with you, baby!" His words shocked me. It sounded like he had sex with many girls here and he treated them like some kind of meat, not girls. Although I must confess, the scene of rough fucking Mike had been giving to my girlfriend made my cock hard again. I glanced at Sveta who had been stroking my cock in a slow manner and she glanced me back, smiling. My cock was rock-hard again and I was ready for another round. It occurred to her, too. Without saying a word, she squeezed my cock hard and pulled it. I understood her hint and I had to get up. At first, I didn't know what the girl wanted but I realized soon. Olga was being fucked so hard that she let out too loud moans. Her cries should be smothered until they attracted some outsider's attention and I knew with what. Holding my cock, Sveta led me to my girlfriend. Sveta stayed behind me and I could feel her sexy body start rubbing against mine in a very erotic way. Her body moves tried to excite me more as her tender hand caressed my cock, rubbing it against Olga's mouth. My girlfriend's moans were breathed out right on the head of my cock and it drove me crazy so much. Olga was a smart girl and she understood what she had to do when she saw my hard cock in front of her face. The girl just opened her mouth and took it down her throat in a gulp. Mike had surely trained her well! I think Olga took it for granted, because her head might be spinning around from excitement. Like in a trance, my girlfriend probably didn't understand who and where she was! It was so amazing that I rolled my eyes back in pleasure as my cock was deep-throated. Olga never stopped moaning, burning my purple dickhead with her hot breath. Oh my God, how I loved to have my cock all the way in her mouth so that only my balls lay on her chin! Perhaps, Olga was eager to swallow it as fast as she could in order to decrease the pain Mike's cock was giving to her. On top of that, I saw that the girl loved it and I noticed how fast she was turned from a very shy girl into a sex-craved slut. At the same time I couldn't help feeling the presence of that gorgeous girl Sveta who was behind me. Her firm boobs and clean-shaven pussy were rubbing against my sweat body. Her pouty lips never left very sensual spots of my body. Her wet tongue slid down my body along my neck and shoulders but her hands never stopped carressing my cock that was plunged deep into the greedy mouth of my girlfriend that I had recently been afraid to kiss and now she was being fucked hard from behind. I was sure that this experience was mind-blowing for Olga and me. It didn't take much time before Mike got his monster cock out of her loosened pussy. I was sure as hell that her hole was ruined after the brutal fucking with such a huge cock. When the guy's cock left her pussy, I could feel Olga's breath of a relief. I just couldn't tear my eyes away off his vein-covered cock. When Mike put his cock up her ass crack, the guy started rubbing it between Olga's ass cheeks. I thought he was going to try her virgin asshole since he hadn't come yet and I was going to stop him. The length of his cock reached Olga's small of the back. I was surprised when Mike froze for a moment and groaned. At that very moment thick streams of his cum splashed on Olga's back. The girl's body quaked with every falling drop. The globs were thick and sticky. When Mike finished off and came to himself, he stepped back from my girlfriend without saying a word. I knew that it was my chance to try her pussy. My cock left Olga's mouth and slapped against my sweaty abs. The girl flopped down without any strength left in her and remained to lie flat. I could see the pool of cum, spreading over her back. I felt the cum, boiling in my balls and I was going to fuck the girl I had had a crush on for a long time. So I didn't give her tiredness a care. I leant down towards Olga and turned her on the back. The girlfriend didn't say a word about it like she got high. Although I could hardly be stopped. I was on the top of her on a spur of the moment and my kisses were covering her body. Whenever I kissed, there were wet spots left there. I kissed her eyes, pouty lips that had just sucked my cock, her smooth tender neck, firm perky tits with hard swollen nipples on them, flat stomach and very nicely-trimmed pussy. When I finally got down to her tender peach-shaped mound between her thighs, I kissed it. I saw her pussy lips were swollen and red after the hard screwing in a doggy possition for the first time in her life. I wanted to drink Olga's juices too much and my tongue rushed towards her ruined pussy. When my tongue parted the labia, I started rubbing her swollen clit furiously. It was driving Olga crazy that she quivered and arched her back. I liked the way my caresses had an impact on her and I continued enthusiastically. My girlfriend certainly liked my tongue job. She put her hands on the back of head and pressed it tightly against her juicy pussy. I immediately started giving her pleasure with my tongue and I did my best. My girlfriend was on the top of the world and her hips rose up a little. Her pussy pulsated around my tongue and I knew that Olga was on her way to an orgasm. The idea of bringing the orgasm with my tongue was driving me crazy and I started lapping faster. Her moans were very audible and I felt her pussy clutching around my tongue tightly. Gasping, Olya whispered, "More, please more..." Frantically, I devoured all her juice and tried to remember the pussy's taste. I felt intoxicated and I wanted to have fun too. I tore myself away from her and sat straight between her legs. The girl was smart enough to understand what was coming and she put her legs on my hips. I was excited and surprised when Olga stretched out her hand and took my cock. Then she pressed it against her well-moist pussy slit and moved it along the slit several times. After my cock had become juice-covered, Olga slowly got impaled on it herself. I was surprised how easily my penis slid inside. Mike's cock probably stretched Olga's pussy to the limit so that it didn't seem tight for my cock at all. I was so excited and I could feel my cum boiling in the balls. The pussy was too loosened for my cock and I wanted to remember my first time with my girlfriend. Plus, the sex was unsafe and we didn't want any problem. It meant that any baby-making cum shouldn't be planted in her pussy. There was the only way out. I pulled my hard-on out of the battered pussy and it was all slippery with her juices. Then I lowered it a bit to the other hole that was still virgin. I put her legs on my shoulders and lay on the top of Olga. She began protesting when she felt the tip of my cock against her ass hole but I smothered her cried with my deep kiss. I didn't want Sveta and Mike to interrupt us. On top of that, Mike would probably fuck Olga's ass too and it'd be more painful than it was with her pussy. With my free hand I directed my cock into the brown hole and started sawing the tip in and out, stretching it a little. Olga tried to cry into my mouth louder as the half of my cock was up her ass. My tongue just slid inside her mouth and nothing was heard. I was excited as hell and I started hammering her teen butt-hole like there was no tomorrow. Her rectum clutched tightly around my cock as if milking it. I felt my toes were curling with pleasure. It didn't take much time before Olga began enjoying the butt-fucking. She moaned and I broke the kiss. We both had the sweat running down our bodies by the time and we couldn't get enough of each other. As I kept on screwing her already loosened hole, I turned my head towards Mike and notice that he hammered Sveta at full throttle next to us. The guy winked at me and gave me a fiver. All our moans joined each other and became a ball of moans and grunts. It drove me crazy and I couldn't bear it any longer. I had done the last thrust and buried my cock to the hilt into Olga's ass hole. Then I froze. I could feel our bodies quaking with orgasm. My cum was coating the rectum's walls and I thought it would last forever. There was no room for my sperm at all and I felt it pouring out of the loosened ass hole and down on my balls. I was floating and I felt fainted. Everything became blurred and I blacked out. When I woke up, I couldn't remember what happened later. The last thing I remembered was Olga who was having an orgasm like me. But I could guess what happened after that. I was sure that Mike at least tried to butt-fuck her before going out of that place. So I lay alone in the barn with my clothes scattered around. I felt so good but I considered that it was a morning. I jumped to my feet, got dressed quickly and ran out of there. It was the day of departure and I could be left behind. I ran for dear life to my room and calmed down when I saw crowds of people still leaving but I couldn't see my girlfriend there or the partners from last night. The only thing left to do was to collect all my stuff and go home. The thing that depressed me so much was that I didn't even know where Olga lived and it was so stupid to lose such an adventurous girlfriend. Who knows when I get another chance to find another one like her! THE END Your feedback is highly appreciated at [email protected]

Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: True sex experience - lewd ebony woman Summary: After returning from military service, two guys did lawns to gain some money. One day they ended up fucking one of their client, an ebony woman who was ready for any experience. Keywords: MMF, DP, double vaginal penetration, animal sex, anal, interracial Comment: [email protected] Everything that is entitled as "true sex experience" is 100% true and all that happened to me or to my very close friends without any false facts. If you want to share something like this I could try to write it. Stories in this series won't be connected amidst them at all except of my character as a rule. As usual don't forget to send your feedbacks to me so that I would know that you like my style ([email protected]) All this entire true story is based on one of my honourable reader's request and it's written according to his comments. This whole story happened in the summer of far-away 1978 in Houston, Texas. It was an usual place like many others throughout the world and one of those usual locals Joush Stine had been very interested in military stuff since he was a child. He did his best to join the army and it was his "blue dream." Joush had to be good trained in subjects like Maths to reach his destination. Notwithstanding it, the guy turned out a really lucky bastard: he was taken in and taught to operate a multi-dollar helicopter. It looked like his dream came true for him and what could an usual boy dream about? His military service lasted for 3 years, but Joush didn't even notice how swift the time flew! He already guessed about giving his life to the thing he managed to do the best, but the boy gave it another thought. It was a very enormous step forward in the future, but Joush hadn't enjoyed his young life yet. Any life adventure only begins at his age: college, girls, parties and girls again. Thus, the guy made up his mind to have a break before going into the aviation field. He was always easy to get along with and made friends fairly easy with many guys of about his age in the neighbourhood. All they were very happy to see each other again like in old times. Of course, the first thing the guy and his close friends did when they had met was arranging a chain of loud parties. As a rule, there were his friends and a pile of hot chicks who were seeking for having fun. It goes without saying that Joush and his friends were lucky enough to screw girls from time to time, although it's the usual thing that happens at all parties. Besides, Joush Stine also was a smart guy and knew that his fun time would be through some day. He had managed to save some money when he was in army and thought about the best way to deposit them. It occurred to Jeff and him to invest them in the lawn service. There were a lot of houses in plenty of Houston's neighbourhoods where elderly folks lived and they were happy to pay someone for keeping their lawns up. It wasn't a hard work, but it gave them a good income. At 22, Joush was 5' 11" tall and about 185 lbs. The guy was average built at all, but muscled due to regular lift-weighting and exercises at a gym to keep in shape. Thus, his shoulders were broad and arms were sort of muscular. Girls always found him attractive and they liked to say it to him. Especially his dimples that showed in the cheeks while he was smiling and staring with his good brown eyes made all girls crazy. His appearance often helped him to get into girls' hot pants. As to Jeff Simmons, he was about the same age, but 5' 8" tall and about 195 lbs. The guy was broad-shouldered and nicely-rippled too. Basically, Jeff was a stocky built guy with a few red freckles on his face. His hair was red and shoulder-length, but his eyes were hazel. All this in complection made him handsome-looking. All in all, they both were very attractive guys like all their friends who could hook up with almost any girl they wanted and they often did it. Joush and Jeff looked like many others dressed in uniform in other services: the guys wore loose fitting overalls, light blue in colour. The colour was very pleasant for eyes and reflected the sunlight well enough. They tried to keep up as many lawns as they could and they were very friendly to all owners. On top of that, the guys were handsome-looking and it helped them very much. One day they were doing their usual stuff, mowing lawns as usual. The guys were dressed in running sweats as they had to carry lawn equipment from place to place and tried to be through as fast as they could. Jeff and Joush did one lawn after another until they reached Charlesetta's house. They rolled the mower and carried the hedge trimmers there, but planned to use her rake for the leaves since they were lazy to go back to their truck to grab it. The guys never acted like this before, but Charlesetta herself told them in numbers to use anything they needed. They knew it was in her tool shed. The woman had a large nice back yard and the tool shed was in the southeast corner of the yard that was partially hidden by some young pine trees. Joush and Jeff entered through the gate of her driveway and walked up to the house. When they appeared on her porch Joush rang the front doorbell to let Charlesetta know that they come over to do her lawn. They rang and rang but there was no answer. The guys guessed that she was away. They glanced at her garage door and it turned out closed. So there was no way to see if her car was inside. Joush and Jeff became disappointed, but the guys had to do their duties. They left the porch and walked straight to the tool shed. As soon as they had approached it, Joush and Jeff heard a dog whine and it sounded like it came from within the shed. "Hey Jeff!" Joush whispered to his companion. "If I were you, I'd open this goddamned shed door carefully or some stupid doggy could bite your ass, buddy!" Jeff was smart enough and understood that Joush's advice was very reasonable. Joush watched Jeff slowly opening the door and his friend's eyes went really wide. Then the guy heard a women's voice yell, "Oh my God! No!" Joush immediately recognized the voice. It was Charlesetta Dolan's. She was a voluptuous, sexy-looking divorcee in her late 40. The beautiful ebony woman of about 5' 4" tall and 140 lbs. Her smooth teasing tan brown skin complection with pear-sized boobs, slightly plump belly made everyone crazy, but her bubble-shaped ass with a deep cleavage could make anyone cum in his pants at once. Her face with sexy-looking eyes and mouth that looked like it was made for sucking cocks was beautiful. The most amazing thing in her was her adour. If somebody didn't like her body, her sweet odour would imprison anybody forever. When Jeff opened the door wide, Joush's jaw dropped. The thing the guys had been staring at hadn't ever been seen by them. That beautiful woman was tied butt to butt with that huge scraggly-looking mutt. "Holy crap!" Joush and his friend cried out at the same time, standing there shocking. They had never seen any intercourses with animals and they always considered it some rumours, but the guys were sawing it with their own eyes now. When they got accustomed to that sights and their gift of speech returned, the guys noticed another mutt. It looked like the mature woman was blowing him off. Charlesetta's house robe and a pair of her tiny black silk panties laid on the workbench that was next to her. The guys couldn't be left unnoticed and the woman was in a hurry to explain all that, crying but the guys didn't listen to her. It was absolutely new for them and they didn't consider it a yuck. "There's no need to do it, Mrs. Dolan!" Jeff told her in his good-mannered tone. "Of course, if you let us watch you!" Charlesetta didn't give it another thought and relaxed as the mutt kept on fucking her. The woman gave no resistance this time and became overtaken with excitement. Those guys watching her in action were a certain hard-on for her and they felt excited as they watched her. She got down to sucking one of the dog's cock with constantly increasing enthusiasm while the other, a big scraggly-looking mutt, was tied to her very hairy cunt, butt to butt so to speak. The outline of this dog's huge knot was clearly visible around the opening of Charlesetta's cunt for the guys as he was trying to pull his squirting cock free of her hairy hole. Jeff and Joush were staring at the dog's constant tugging for several minutes and couldn't still believe what they had been witnessing. When the brute's spent cock finally popped free, a good quantity of cum splashed out of her stretched pussy. "Holy shit!" Joush cried out in shock and added. "Just check it out, man!" They both couldn't believe the size of that mutt's red cock. It was at least 9 inches long and a couple of inches wide with a knot the size of a large orange. A flood of hot thick canine gravy came pouring out of Charlesetta's wide gaping pussy, soaking into her wiry bush. All that cum was dripping down on the floor and a pool of slimy spunk appeared beneath her in a while. Barking, the dog that had just fucked her ran out of the shed and Charlesetta stopped sucking the other dog's swollen cock. She was an ever-willing woman and turned her bubble-shaped ass towards him quickly so that the dog knew what was going to happen. Instinctively, that dog quickly mounted her sexual black body. His huge cock entered her cum-dripping hole easily. The dog sunk all of it, including the hardball size knot deep into her spasming belly in one hard thrust. He immediately started pounded her pussy fiercely without waiting for her to get accustomed to his cock's size. The guys sat with wide opened eyes and still were out of this world. They didn't consider it any disgusting at all and felt their cocks gave stirs here and there. Joush's cock was getting swollen as well as Jeff's and they thought about having their luck with Charlesetta after the dogs had been through with her. The mutt had been keeping on poundering the ebony woman hard for a good ten minutes before depositing his boiling nut juice into her. Then this dog's long red cock pulled out of her with a loud slurping pop, just like the first dog's and a heavy flood of canine cum came pouring out of Charlesetta's sloppy cunt. The shed's wooden floor had already been cum-stained considerably, but Charlesetta didn't gave it a care at that moment. This mutt's cock was dark red and so long that it was brushing the wooden floor leaving wet trails. He ran away out of the shed like the previous one, barking over the block. The guys kept silence and caught a deep breath as it happened. They had raging hard-ons in despite of this disgusting situation. Jeff and Joush rubbed their uniformed crotches although they didn't suspect it. The ebony woman was worried how these young guys would react her intercourse with dogs and was happy that they didn't leave her. As soon as she came to herself, Charlesetta slowly stood up, showing off her luscious body. Staring at us, she picked up her black panties and took them on, covering her well-used cum-dripping pussy. Then she threw her sheer house robe over her slender shoulders and made her way to the guys. The ebony woman was swaying her sexy hips very sexually. When she stood in front of their faces, the guys didn't still believe what they had been watching. Her sweet adour imprisoned them and only her hands gently squeezing their cocks through material brought them to reality. "I do hope you enjoyed my performance!" she said, smiling. "If you didn't, your cocks think in the other way!" Charlesetta was constantly smiling, showing her white even teeth and her tone was very playful. The guys didn't know what to do: they guessed that she wanted them, but she could kick their asses away if they acted wrong. Laughing, the woman started her way to the house and both guys made up their mind to play big. They followed her. As Jeff and Joush walked behind her, they enjoyed her bubbled-shaped ass swaying like a jello. They thought that they were dreaming, but they weren't. When the guys stepped inside the house they became surprised how big it was. There were many rooms and they were well-furnitured. Charlesetta led the way as Joush and his friend looked about the rooms. Every detail attracted their attention very much until they reached the room the woman wanted them. They could feel a style everywhere. The room where they finally appeared was huge and bright. Although there was much furniture, the young guys only noticed a lovely king-sized bed with a very soft comfortable mattress, because their dirty minds were filled with animal desires. The young guys were extremely excited that they forgot their manners and flopped down on it. "Wow Jeff! That's really cool!" Joush cried out with excitement when he turned out on the soft bed. Jeff followed Joush and threw himself on the bed too. The guys started kidding as the ebony woman dressed in a very revealing outfit stood in front of them and enjoyed their emotions. She came up to the windows and let pink curtains fall down. The room got immediately lit with warm rays and dirty thoughts occurred to all them. Then Charlesetta came up to them again and said, "I need take a shower after such a hot day if you understand what I mean, horny guys!" she grinned and added, "You can help yourself while I'm away! You can find some cold beers in the `fridge if you are 21 already!" The ebony woman blinked at her joke and the guys laughed out loud. Of course, she knew that they were younger, but the woman was in the mood to be playful a bit. Charlesetta saw that they were easy guys, the type Charlesetta always liked. The ebony woman was staring at their charming teen faces and couldn't help saying something dirty. "Am I right, my deck hands?" she asked coily, licking her pouty lips slowly as she knelt down and placed her hands on the guys' crotches. At first the guys couldn't say a word when the hostess started rubbing their raging hard-ons through the overalls. Joush and Jeff spread their legs wider instinctively and it was more comfortable, but they were in anticipation of her hands getting their cocks out. Theses guys were sure that they were self-conscious enough and could do whatever they wanted now. On top of that, Joush and Jeff were afraid of being dumped after Charlesetta mentioned the age. Joush was the first who had reached his limit when the woman's hands squeezed their cocks so hard that some pre-cums appeared on their piss-holes, "We ain't 21 else, Madam but it doesn't mean that we aren't gonna screw!" At that moment the guys thought about how great it would be to fuck this MILF and Charlesseta liked his straight speech and the hard shafts ready for action in her hands. She released her grip and stood up. "When I'm done showering, I'll take care of these for ya'll!" As soon as she said, the woman turned around to walk off, but Jeff was very excited and couldn't control his emotions any longer. He stretched out his hands and grabbed her both ass cheeks. The guy literally started dry humping her, humming something. It made him so crazy that he couldn't stop doing it. Her black skin and sexy features drove them crazy as well as the mind-driving scent she wore. "I'm gonna give it all to you baby!" he murmered and slapped loudly on her ass making it bob up and down. Charlesetta sort of giggled and said, "Ok, I'll see what you can do!" With those words the ebony woman managed to get freed and she left the room at last. Charlesetta knew that these guys were going to give their baby-making cum to her very soon. She looked forward to it and was in a hurry to take a shower. The bathroom was large like any room in her big house. It was tiled from top to bottom. There was a large sunken tube to lay in it, a sky-blue glass shower booth in the corner and a vanity table with a variety of cremes on it by the booth. Charlesetta entered the bathroom without locking the door in behind herself. She shrugged her sheer house gown down and it fell down on the polished tiled floor. The woman came up to the booth and switched on the hot tap in order to warm the shower booth up. Then she made her way to the table and glanced at her reflection. While Charlesetta was in the bathroom the guys kept on sitting on the bed in silence until they heard water's noice. They understood that they had some time for themselves. "Man, you did see what a fucking whore she is!" Jeff said. "Yeah, dude!" Joush agreed. "Surely, we're gonna have fun now!" The guys gave fives and laughed. "Man, bring beers in!" Jeff ordered like Joush was a butler. "Certainly, sir!" his friend replied in a stern tone and bowed down. As soon as Joush had done it, he stood straight and laughed out loud at his artistic skill. Then the teenager ran to the kitchen to grab some cans. He wasn't surprised by her kitchen's size, it was large like anything in Charlesetta's place. He came up to her steel LCD-displayed refridgerator and opened it. "Holy crap!" Joush exclaimed as he saw the refridgerator's content. The woman lived alone and had so much products in the refridgerator. The guy couldn't understand why she had such a big refridgerator for herself. He grabbed a 6-packs and closed the glossy door. On his way back Joush grabbed several ripe apples. When he was passing the bathroom, the guy stopped there fancying dirty images of Charlesetta. As soon as the shower booth had become steamy, the woman sliced the door open and entered it. She stood there under warm water stream that fell down on her. Charlesetta planned to take a short shower and continue her sex escapades. She bent down and pulled her sexy underwear down her lovely legs. The woman stepped out of them when they appeared on the floor. Charlesetta clearly saw the crusted cum on them. Instinctively she moved her hand down her body until it turned out on her love mound. Two fingers slid easily into her slippery pussy and she wanted to masturbate, but the woman didn't want to make her young friends wait too long for their entertainment. The stream made her long hair wet and gleaming and poured down her excited body. Charlesetta slid her cum-covered fingers out of her pussy and washed it away in the stream. The mutts' cum started dripping down out of her hairy pussy and the woman tried to wash theirs cum away too. When she finally managed to wash all cum away out of her pussy, Charlesetta turned off the tap. All her body had been covered with shining water drops. She came up to a towel holder and rubbed her body dry, but left her hair wet. This woman adored them glistening. Then she came up to the vanity table to put on some perfume. Charlesetta smellt herself and a sweet odour liked her very much. She guessed that the guys would also like it very much. Happily, Charlesetta made her way to the guys without putting on any garments. As she walked down the corridor, the woman heard their loud laughing voices and their dirty jokes. Although she didn't like that speech very much, Charlesetta understood that boys would be boys and they were on the edge. She entered naked the room erotically and the guys jaws dropped with beer cans in the hands. They couldn't tear their eyes away from her stark naked luscious body. It was glistening in the light and the guys' eyes ran up and down her slutty body. As for Charlesetta, she felt like a teacher for these shy guys. "Guys! Are you still dressed? I thought you jerked off your snakes as I was away!" the woman said in her tern voice and the guys listened to her carefully. "Time to get naked!" Charlesetta smiled showing her white teeth and the guys were in a hurry to get rid of their uniform.It didn't took much time for them and the woman liked what she saw. Their bodies were young and well-built, but their cocks were the most interesting feature that she liked mostly. Joush and Jeff climbed up the king-sized bed. They laid in the centre of it and spread their legs wide. The guys fisted their cocks so that their shafts became vein-covered and very inviting as Charlesetta snaked forward between Jeff and Joush. When the woman reached her destination, she grabbed their swollen shafts. It was like the strongest jolts running through the bodies for both guys. They weren't stupid and moved their hands away from their cocks immediately. The guys understood that it was time to meet the things they had been waiting for a long time. Charlesetta held their shafts by the base without stroking them and asked, "Guys, I see you trained not only your muscles!" Jeff couldn't wait any longer and pulled her head to his cock. He was so persistent that the woman made up her mind to stop teasing them. She licked her lips again and stuck out her agile tongue out. The guys had no small cocks and they were proud of them, but the ebony was very skillful in deep-throating. Jeff was shocked when Charlesetta managed to swallow his thick 8" cock in one gulp. Joush watched it and couldn't believe his eyes too. It was so unbelievable. As soon as she had swallowed it, her lips tightened around Jeff's shaft, making it harder like never before. The guy let out a moan and threw his head back in pleasure. Charlesetta felt happy to see how much pleasure she was giving to him. The woman was very good at it, but tried not to forget about his handsome-looking friend. Her hand was busy jerking off his 8 incher hard. His warm flesh excited her so much that her pussy clenched by the thought of being stuffed with it. Charlesetta couldn't believe that she managed to put her hands on these well hung guys. She didn't have to be smart enough to understand that it was their first time with MILF. Charlesetta wanted to do her best. It was a great chance for her to have two young lovers at hand. Her tongue started tickling the backside of Jeff's cock as her nose was buried in his pubic hair. The tongue teased his shaft up and down. Charlesetta closed her eyes in pleasure and savoured the moment of sucking. The woman enjoyed the taste of his delicious pre-cum. All that excitement drove her crazy and her pussy was getting wet. She felt her pussy tighten while she was sucking and stroking cocks. How much she wanted to cum now! Joush felt the same. He looked forward to stick his cock into Charlesetta's hot pussy and couldn't wait any longer. The guy touched her hand that had been squeezing his veign-covered cock. The woman understood that she had to unwrap his cock. She released his cock from her grip and Joush was ready to fuck her hard. Charlesetta produced slurping sounds very loudly during cock-sucking and it drove the guys mad. In a hurry Joush slid out of this king-sized bed and stood behind her. He was staring at her bubbled-shaped ass high in the air and it was too much for him. The guy picked her hips up until Charlesetta appeared on all fours. She knew that the moment had come, but Joush wasn't shy at this point and slapped her ass so hard that the woman startled. She didn't wait for the second slap and arched her back so that her dripping-wet pussy was on display now. The guy liked the look of it very much and he knelt down behind her. He put his hands on her luscious ass cheeks and the tip of his cock touched her pussy slit. Surely, Joush wasn't a gentleman when he buried his cock all the way in. It was so surprising for the ebony woman that she let out an audible moan. As for Jeff, he was like in a trance as he heard her slurping sucking and his friend's balls slapping against Charlesetta's flesh, but the guy wasn't going to open his eyes until he came in her experienced mouth. He could feel his cum boiling in the balls and knew that it wouldn't take much time to squirt it. The guy was dreaming of coating her tongue and face with his white sticky liquid. Joush knew that it would take not too much time to reach orgasm. He didn't want to delay it, though. The sight of Charlesetta's big ass slapping against his hips and the feeling of her juices pouring down his shaft and dripping down from it, made him crazy. Joush glanced at his friend and there was a pleasure on his face. The room was filled up with loud moans and groans. Joush fucked her faster and faster with every thrust. His hairy balls were running in sweats and Charlesetta's sweet juices. "Oh oh yeah," Joush screamed out, feeling his cum raising up his shaft. The guy couldn't wait any longer and sped up hammering the woman's pussy like a madman. Charlesetta's pussy clenched tightly around his swollen cock as Jeff started shooting off. The hot stream of cum hit against the back of her throat and poured down her throat. The woman adored cum and it looked like she was a cum-addict. Charlesetta swallowed the enire cock so that no drop would be wasted. Her throat constricted with swallows. The ebony woman could believe how much cum Jeff shot off. She thought that his streams of cum were endless, but they were finally over. Charlesetta had failed to swallow everything to the drop. Some thin streams poured down from the corners of her mouth. Jeff's balls were covered with cum and saliva. Jeff came to himself and his softaning cock slid out of Charlesetta's cum-stained mouth. Then the woman stuck her sticky tongue and started licking cum off his hairy balls. She swallowed one ball after another, polishing them off. Just at that very moment Charlesetta began moaning very loudly and came enormously. "Oh babe yeah! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming!" Joush screamed out on the top of his lungs. The guy was poundering the woman like a madman. She was cumming and her pussy tightened so much that Joush thought there was no room for his cock left. His cock gave the final stir and began shooting off thick streams. Joush froze as his juice-covered cock coated Charlesetta's inner walls. The three of them got lost in space and time. It was a perfect pleasure for the guys and they both knew that more would follow. The guys slowly got their cocks out of Charlesetta. Jeff's cock was polished clean like he had taken a shower. Joush didn't want to slid it out, because the woman's pussy kept on milking his cock. As soon as he had done it, a thick stream poured out of her mature pussy. Cum started dripping down on the bed-cloth from Charlessetta's pussy lips and Joush's cock. Then the three of them flopped down on the blue bed and tried to recover their breath. Jeff stretched out a hand and grabbed a couple of beer cans. He helped himself with one and threw another to Joush. His friend caught it in the air and both guys cracked the beer cans open. Jeff glanced at Charlesetta and said, smiling, "It's no good for women to drink!" He could fuck any situation up, but these guys' laughter cheered the ebony woman up. She didn't just know that they were going for another round, but Charlesetta wasn't about to resist it at all. Like Jeff, Joush was driven crazy with beer, anticipation of sex and sex itself. He wanted another round and put his hand on her ripe breasts. Then he turned to her and glanced at her bit spunk-covered face. He lowered his young face to hers and gave a peck on her cheek. She was a very experienced woman and knew what was coming. Squeezing her breast, Joush whispered her bare-facedly, "What about you being my cowgirl?" There was no need for thinking it over and Charlesetta jumped on top of him. She was happy again at the thought of getting another intensive fuck. Saddling Joush's body, the woman touched his cock and it was already hard. How much she liked the youths' ever-hardened cocks! The woman stroked it several times and directed to her dripping wet pussy. Joush just laid relaxed and enjoyed it very much/ Cum dripped from the insides of her pussy and lubricated his swollen cock properly. Joush closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure as his cock started its way inside her warm pussy. As soon as his cock was burried all the way in Charlesetta started her marathon. Joush opened his eyes a bit and enjoyed the look of her bouncing ebony breasts up and down while she was jumping on his cock. Jeff watched it without stopping gulping his beer. As time flew by he felt his cock got stiffened. Charlesetta was impaled onto Joush's huge cock and absolutely forgot about the second cock, although the woman was sure that his friend Jeff would join them sooner or later. She was in the seventh Heaven with hard cock pounding her slurping pussy. In several minutes of watching Charlesetta's hard pounding and slurping sounds of her pussy, Jeff was through with drinking. He creased the beer can loudly and threw it away on the floor. His hand instinctively moved to his cock until it squeezed his cock tenderly. He watched them and stroked his cock for about a minute when he made up his mind to join them. Jeff wanted to set his cock in action. He raised up and made his way to Charlesetta. The guy turned out behind her back and watched his friend's cock poundering her ebony pussy. Their mixed juices flowed down Joush's swollen shaft. Without giving it another thought, Jeff stopped stroking his cock and slapped her ass so hard that it rippled. It made her startle and let out a moan. Staring at the red fingertips he had left on her ass, the guy pressed his finger against her asshole. He was a real anal man, but he didn't know if the woman let him do it or not. Jeff was surprised that her asshole wasn't tight and she didn't resist it at all. His finger to the knuckle entered her asshole easily. "I'm sure babe you wanna be fucked! And fucked raw!" Jeff said matter-of-factly. But the ebony woman didn't say anything, just murmured something after the guy had added another finger and started sawing in and out of her brown asshole. Charlesetta liked her both holes to be stuffed and looked forward to his cock. All that time she couldn't control her emotions and moaned louder and louder as she slid up and down on Jeff's huge cock and Joush stuffed her asshole with two fingers. Joush could felt his friend's fingers through a thin membrane that separated her holes. The three of them enjoyed the moment very much. Then Jeff got his finger out of her asshole and stared at her puckered hole getting closed? But it was loose already for it and left opened a bit. As he watched, he grabbed his cock in his fist. Then he tried to take a very suitable position for fucking. It occurred to him to try something new just at the moment he was ready to stick his hard cock into her ebony asshole. Joush and Charlesetta froze in awaiting Jeff's cock in her ass, but Jeff started driving it into her stuffed pussy stretching it wider. Jeff felt the woman's body stiff but she kept silence as his cock slowly entered. Joush froze in anticipation of a coming action. He had never tried double vaginal penetration and considered that it was impossible, but he was mistaken. Even if Charlesetta's pussy was stretched and slippery it hardly took two young huge cocks inside. It took her breath away and she tried to get used to them. The guys felt her tension and waited for her to relax. It didn't took long for the three of them feel comfortable and they started their threesome. Both guys tried to get into the right rhythm and they succeeded in several moments. Charlesetta felt two young swollen cocks hammering in her pussy. She had never felt so stretched and stuffed like this before, but she enjoyed it anyway. Joush liked that feeling and the way the woman's flesh slapped against his flesh. Her slurping sound made him crazy and he knew that he would cum in no time. Jeff was in a hurry to grab his cock by its girth and got it out. Charlesetta immediately felt a bit empty and loosened. It made her confused what it was all about, but the woman calmed down in a moment. This time Jeff started driving his swollen juice-covered cock into her ebony asshole. Joush was waiting until his buddy drove his cock all the way in. Jeff's cock entered inch by inch until the guy buried it to the balls. It was surprising but they found the right rhythm at once. Charlesetta liked the way two cocks poundering in both holes of hers at the same time. Jeff knew that there were only several thrusts left for him to cum. He sped up thrusting back and forth and Charlesetta's moves and moans drove him crazy. She moaned louder and louder and their pace became faster and faster. The woman was coming to orgasm as Joush did his final thrust. He couldn't believe that he shot off another portion of thick cum. It was the second time in a row. His young cum coated the insides of her bowels. Charlesetta began excited more and more as his wasted cock kept on sawing in and out of her asshole. As soon as he had been through with her, Joush froze there enjoying the feeling of the woman's pulsating muscles. He felt his buddy's cock poundering in her rectum and her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. Finally Jeff stopped and got his cock out of Charlesetta's well-used asshole. Joush was glad to come back into action and resumed hard pounding. It didn't take much time for him to feel the woman's pussy clench tightly around his cock. Charlesetta was in the seventh Heaven and she was having an orgasm. It was too much for her to experience so much excitement for one day. Juices were squirted on Joush's cock coating it thickly. Jeff closed his eyes and threw his head back in excitement. At that very moment he felt his cum squirting and mixing with her sweet juices. It was one of his best orgasms. He adored the sensation of Charlesetta's pussy milking his cock properly. In several moments of savouring their pleasure, the three of them were on the bed trying to recover. They had enough for this day and started chit-chatting. It hadn't lasted for too long before Jeff led it to his favourite topic, it was sex. "You are something, Charlesetta!" he said, smiling and leant to her to put a kiss on her lips. "I'm sure if there is the entire batalion, you'd fuck'em all!" "Surely, I could," the ebony woman was shy any longer and smiled in return. "I'm sure that you'd be able to wear them out!" Joush played his part in conversation. "I think you should give me a try!" Charlesetta said, licking her lip. "Ok, we'll think it over!" Joush said and added, "but it's time to be through with your lawns!" Nobody said anything to it and they got dressed. They had too much work to do this day... It goes without saying that there were more sex sessions of her with these guys. The guys often took their turn after her dogs had been through with her, but it wasn't a problem for them. Their fun became more ragious when they invited their friends for having "a fiesta" with this ebony woman. It was the experience no one of them could forget and remembered about it all their lives. They were very sad when Charlesetta moved to the west coast of the USA in the early 90's and they hadn't heard from her since then. Send your feedback at [email protected]

Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: a poker night Part: chapter 1 Summary: A girl was really glad to make friends with her lover again, but being high a bit she cheated on him with her neighbour's son. Keywords: Mf, teen, handjob, forced blowjob, masturbation Contact: [email protected] is for your comments. Chapter 1 Ashley Cuminners was happy today. She had recently had a really tough time with her boyfriend who she loved very much and he decided to give her another chance. There's no question that Ashley was in the seventh Heaven at these news and the girl was planning to make their first renewed date really hot and exciting like never before. Of course, it wasn't very hard for her to find a guy to date because of her sexy appearance, but her love was driving her crazy. The girl was 5'5" tall and weighed 130 pounds with amazing waving black hair that went to her slender shoulders which Ashley liked to show off. Her 35C breasts jumping with each step attracted all men's attention. At 17 she was at the top of the class and became a cheerleader on the team squad, she took every effort to achieve and hold her position and was very proud of herself. Ashley wanted to look awesome tonight and tried to put an incredible make-up on so that she would look irresistible. It took about an hour to finish it. There was a knock on her room's door about the time the girl decided to take a rest on her cute bed. Her uncle Rick entered the room after several moments when he hadn't heard any response. Her uncle had been her guardian for several years since all her family died in an car incident on the round highway of Moscow, the capital of Russia. Uncle Rick was very good but strict and he warned her that she would be kicked out of his house if she were not a good girl. He had to make ends meet for their living providing them with food and lodgings so uncle Rick had to work really hard to make more money as a dock loader and a security guard. It goes without saying that Ashley followed all the orders he had given her and the girl really had no choice. Also he was a good-looking man; at 40, Rick wasn't fat at all, except of his rounded belly that had a bit of a gut from beer drinking. The only thing that showed his age was his short hair getting grey. "Hello, uncle Rick!" Ashley said with a shining smile, turning her head toward him. "Hello, my dear!" he said in return. "I just wanted to know, Ash. Did you make friends with Joe again?" "Yeah!" the girl cooed. "But how did you hear about it?" "By your face's impression, dear. I haven't seen your starring eyes and shining smile since you and your boyfriend broke up! I'm so happy to see you in high spirits again," her uncle Rick's voice said honestly. "Yes, I wanna look awesome tonight so we'll be dating again like we used to be if everything's okay," her eyes were happiness-filled. "Baby I'm so sorry to disappoint you but I need you here!" her uncle didn't want to make her upset and kept on saying without pausing. "I invited our neighbor and his son to play poker tonight and as far as I know you like his son very much..." There was a long pause and Ashley thought what she could say about her affection for their neighbor's son and arguments to leave the place but the girl didn't want to make her uncle angry. Thus, Ashley couldn't think of what to say. "But uncle I can't and you know it pretty well. Why should I stay with you?" the girl almost begged him. Uncle Rick saw that his niece was very confused but he needed her very much for this night because it was very uncomfortable to serve the table and have a chat with the guest at the same time. "You must be here to serve drinks and sandwiches. Perhaps, you'll be able to join your lover later," her uncle said in a paternal tone. Ashley felt her eyes becoming wet with tears and knew that her great love would finally dump her but what she could do. At that moment the girl felt that she wanted to tear her guardian to pieces. No, her neighbor and his 23-year-old son were really, really nice, but her boyfriend wouldn't understand and find another girlfriend. Ashley didn't want to miss her chance, the only chance. Since she didn't have any place where she could go if she were turned out in the streets the only thing left for her to do was to agree with her uncle Rick. At first Rick thought that his niece could put on a fight, but he was happy now that she didn't do it. Smiling, her uncle had left the room and Ashley was in a hurry to pick up her cell phone. The girl had to phoned her boyfriend and try to reason with him. "Hello, honey," the gentle voice agreed her. "What's up? Some trouble with you again?" Hearing his irritated voice, the girl replied in a shaking voice, "My uncle... feels... ill..." "Fuck it, baby! If he's ready to die so be it!" her boyfriend was getting crazy. "But... but..." Ashley hoped that he wouldn't be too cross. "I don't give a fuck for your buts! Dig it?" her boyfriend kept on pushing more and more. "But I'll be able to go later," the girl was happy to find a new hope. "And when is that gonna be?" his strict voice asked her. "I think it'll be at 10 p.m," Ashley said and knew that she would do anything to be on time. "Okay, I'll drop by then," her boyfriend Joe said and turned off the phone. After she had disconnected, Ashley thought about the fastest way to please her boyfriend tonight and she knew that there would be more than usual passionate kisses. After all, the cheerleader was happy that he wasn't too hard on her. *** Ashley was so caught up in her planning for her coming date that she didn't notice how time had flew. Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring that made her come to herself and the girl knew that the guests had finally arrived. The girl decided to get dressed for her date now so as not to waste time later dressing-up. Ashley already wore her black stand-up bra and tiny black G-thong that hardly covered her pussy slit. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, the girl was pleased with the way her firm tits looked. She wore an open-styled bra that didn't cover her pinky nipples at all. Her uncle Rick couldn't imagine that his niece could wear a bra like this. He'd tell her to get out of his place if he knew it! Looking down she saw that her G-thong hardly covered her pink pussy slit and they were very elastic. Ashley was so excited and couldn't resist the temptation of playing with her pussy although the guests and her uncle were in the place. The girl had never done it herself with people around. She moved her flimsy panties aside from her already moist pussy, putting her hot box on display. Imagining that her hand was her dear boyfriend's, the girl put two fingers of hers in her mouth. Ashley closed her eyes, letting her fantasy take her away, and her tongue slowly ran around them, making them wet. As soon as they had been spit-covered, the girl started sucking them in. Ashley liked giving blowjobs so much and oral sex was the only thing she had experienced. The girl made up her mind to lose her virginity with her husband after she was married and there was no way for anyone to talk her into having a cock in her pussy. It drove her crazy when her fingers began sawing in and out of her pouty mouth and her tongue danced around them. Like in a trance, her hand with richly spit-covered fingers left her eager mouth and started their way down her sexy body. The fingers touched her body's skin slightly and a wet trail was left after them. Ashley was in a habit of masturbating when she was alone, but now it was too much for her to wait and the girl wanted to be extremely hot for her boyfriend. She felt like a dirty slut now, but the girl didn't give it a care. All those days without her boyfriend's attention kept the beauty very excited. Ashley couldn't wait any longer and she and she hurrily lay on the carpet-covered floor. Imagining herself a young porn star, the girl spread her legs wide and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Although she wasn't bi-sexual the girl adored her body in that sexy black lingerie. Her panties' front was aside her pussy so that Ashley enjoyed her juicy-covered pussy's look. The pussy was pink and already dripping. On the spur of the moment, the young girl touched it with her spit-covered fingers and it brought warm waves of pleasure to her. The chick's fingers immediately found her swollen bean-like clit just below her V-formed nicely-trimmed hairy patch and her trembling increased considerably. Her slippery fingers started working on it and her hips were rising up and bouncing according to the tempo of her rubbing. It felt so good and Ashley was surprised how swiftly she was about to cum. Just as the girl threw her head back and was about to enjoy her orgasm, there was a knock on her room door. She didn't understand that it was a knock, because her head was spinning around from pleasure but then reality stroke her dead. "Shit!" Ashley whispered loud and was almost overtaken with a desire to cum, but the fear of being busted forced her to jump to her feet without getting off. In her almost naked condition, the excited chick rushed as fast as could to the door to prevent opening and prayed to be there in time. As soon as she had succeeded and restored her breath, the girl yelled, "Sorry, but I'm busy getting changed." "Okay but be quick about it!" said a young voice behind the door. The girl felt comfortable that it wasn't her uncle Rick. He could become suspicious about her gasping. Holding the door tightly Ashley stood there and tried to slow her breathing and the heartbeat. Now she knew that she had to get dressed quickly and be on duty. The girl waited until the guy walked away to her uncle and breathed out with a relief. Her pussy was hot for pleasure, but Ashley had risked enough. Looking down at her crotch she saw the her pussy lips were wet and red after such an intensive masturbation. The girl had to fix her panties' front on her pussy and forget about pleasure. Notwithstanding it, Ashley knew that she would give her loving boyfriend the night of his life, of course without popping her cherry. The excited girl made her way to a wardrobe and threw all her stuff out on the bed. She always tried to look sexy and teasing, so her clothes were various. Ashley was looking through them, trying to decide what to wear. The girl had finally decided about her appearance: she wanted to look almost naked so that her boyfriend would be really happy to be next to her. Of course Ashley understood that her uncle Rick wouldn't approve it, but she hoped that he wouldn't strike a quarrel in his friends' presence. So the girl picked up a top with "OPENING SOON" on it and tried it on. Then she moved over to the mirror and saw how it fit her perfectly, showing all her body's curves especially her stand-up titties and her nipples protruding very noticeably under her top. The top also showed her flat stomach and it made her to do some rap-dance that guys love. Delighted with her appearance the girl went up to the shelf for shoes and chose some high-heeled ones. Bending down to buckle them up in front of the mirror with her back to it, Ashley glanced between her shapely legs at the mirror and it made her hot, seeing herself like a movie star. Just like before, her reverie was broken by the young man's voice and it sounded sweet and irritated a bit, "Honey, hurry up!" "Yes, I'm almost done," the girl yelled in return. Ashley picked up the last article of her clothes and it was a short pleated skirt. She was in a hurry to put it on and glanced at her reflection for the last time. What did she see? There was a pretty girl and her appearance wasn't nun-like. Her top showed her stomach and her tits pulled out the material from her body, but the pleated cut-off skirt hardly went down to her mid-thighs and her "fuck me" high-heeled shoes fit her perfectly and it looked like she was taller and slimmer than usual. It was the perfect outfit and it revealed more than covered. Ashley did hope that her uncle Rick wouldn't pay much attention to her appearance and her stunning features would strike her boyfriend's imagination. Being happy, the girl stuffed all her things back in the wardrobe, making a mess in it and hurried toward the guests to serve. Ashley turned off the lights on her way out of the room and she was ready to listen to uncle's comments on her clothes, but the girl was smart enough. She moved over to the kitchen to make some sandwiches for guests. When she stepped inside the girl saw that sandwiches had already been made and the only thing she had to do was to grab them and three beer bottles for her uncle and the guests to take them to the sitting room where they were. Just before entering the sitting-room Ashley put on her most charming smile and started swaying her hips very seductively. As soon as the girl had entered the room, the guests dropped their jaws and only her uncle could say something. "Holy crap! You look like a fucking go-go club waitress. Are you fucking nuts? We are here to play not jerk off!" Uncle Rick was very angry and kept on swearing. His irritation was clearly seen and the poor girl was afraid of it. He could easily prohibit her to go out with her boyfriend tonight and it was the worst thing in the world for her. Uncle Rick had never sworn, especially in front of guests. The guests, the neighbour John and his father, were shocked. Of course, they didn't argue with her wearing such teasing clothes around them. John, a guy of 23, tried to reason with her uncle and he succeeded. Uncle Rick calmed down in some time and there were some dirty jokes about everything soon. The girl was so glad that John was such a good friend that he was on her side. Time was flying away and the time of her leaving was coming. The only way out for her was to make them all drunk. Every time she went to the kitchen to grab some sandwiches, Ashley brought many can beers for them, but she never forgot about herself and drank several gulps of some vodka when she was at the kitchen. The girl knew that it would better for her being high a bit with her boyfriend in his car. Her plan was coming to reality and she saw her uncle who was hardly conscious from alcohol, but the guests could drink more. The beauty glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost 9:30 p.m. Her boyfriend would be here soon and she didn't want to lose him. So Ashley went to the kitchen for her friends' last round of sandwiches and beer. This time she was there in the kitchen making the sandwiches but she didn't notice the way John, her neighbor's son, had been staring at her all evening. He was about 7"tall and broad-shouldered. His blue eyes were so piercing that no girl could resist them and his well-rippled body could persuade anyone. And the last thing was that he had a pile of money and no one knew what his money resource was. Some people were afraid of his appearance; he had some rap-styled tattoos on him and his head was stylishly short-cropped in stripes on his temples. When you are next to him you just can't resist his charisma. After she had left the sitting-room, John collected himself and followed her to the kitchen. The guy hoped that he could have a chance for some fun with her. John wasn't the guy number one, but he always had his share of girlfriends. Plus, Ashley liked him a lot, but this night was for her loving boyfriend. John's current condition gave him more will and he decided to try his luck with the girl he had had a crush for a long time. The guy slipped out of the room by stealthy while his father and Rick continued their drunkards' talking. He went stealthly toward the kitchen where Ashley was making sandwiches. When John opened the kitchen door a little he saw the girl bent over the table making sandwiches and her beautiful skirt-covered ass attracted his drunken mind. Unnoticed, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. John hoped that he wouldn't be caught, because he wanted to have a real entertainment here. By that time Ashley was also excited and drunk a bit. As soon as she was through and ready to leave, the girl felt somebody's body behind her. That body pressed her to the table and Ashley could tell who it was immediately by his amazing odor. "Hey!" the beauty said in her childish voice. "What do you have in your corrupted mind, Johnny-boy?" Ashley was always teasing and she had never thought that it was no good to do with every other guy, but John liked it now and he considered that he gave him advice to be straight. "I like you so much baby and have been wanting this moment for a long time!" the excited guy tried to be square. At just that very moment Ashley felt her body being pushed against the table tightly. His palms were on her curvy hips and squeezed like he had the right to do so. Ashley could feel the big tent in his pants against her ass's crack and she liked the way her neighbour's body reacted on her appearance. The girl was sure now that her boyfriend's reaction would be the same. Standing there like that, Ashley was struck by his size and it felt like his cock was much bigger than her boyfriend's was. The time had stopped for her now. The drunken girl was so excited and his kind words and warm breath against her sensual neck and ear made it much hotter. Of course, John saw that the girl was at the point of no return and knew that she would thaw in his passionate hands. Holding her in that position with his strong hands, the guy put his hot lips on her tender neck and Ashley closed her eyes with pleasure. Plunged into her emotions, she didn't notice the way his hand was moving up her body slowly searching all her curves. When it turned up on her flushed cheek Ashley was ready for anything and she absolutely forgot about anything, even about her date. How long she was without a guy by her side? John's hand turned her head to his a bit so that her lips sealed on his and it was her mouth that eagerly opened. He didn't resist her desire and let her tongue slide into his mouth. Ashley wasn't a shy girl that she looked like when her uncle was around and she didn't care that she was kissing with a guy who was older than her considerably. Any thoughts about her boyfriend flew out of her head. In no time their tongues started struggling fiercely as one of his hands caressed her ear's globe and another one lay on her flat stomach rubbing it gently. Like John, Ashley was on the seventh Heaven, but the guy came here not for kisses. He wasn't a teenager any more and he loved adult things, but the next step of his had waken her up. John's hand moved up her body and squeezed her right tit through her top. It was a great sensation to feel it. He had been staring at her nipples that had been protuding through her top all evening long and now he felt it. Ashley enjoyed their kisses so much and she didn't break them, but she couldn't let John do such things with her. She wasn't a slut. "Stop it, neighbor," Ashley whispered to her lover in a sweet tone. "I'm not a slut to be felt up!" "C'mon girl!" John begged her without stopping to squeeze the young flesh. The girl understood that the best way was to speak face-to-face and turned around. Ashley whispered, staring at his starring lust-filled eyes, "Please understand me! I must be off to see my boyfriend!" The girl couldn't make up anything better to walk out. After the words she had said, Ashley noticed the stern look appeared on his face and she felt confused. "Girl, do you think I'm too bad to spend some time with you?" the guy asked her. "No, not at all," the girl tried to keep her sweet tone. "At the least, you should be grateful for what I have done for you tonight!" John said, planning what he wanted to do next. "What are you talking about, man?" puzzled, Ashley asked him. "You do know it was me who calmed your uncle down or you could be locked in your fucking room for a long time!" John tried to pull the strings. "Then your boyfriend would dump you!" His words impressed her a lot and Ashley didn't resist at all when John put his other hand on her other tit and squeezed a bit. Ashley herself moved her wet mouth to his opened mouth again and put her arms around his neck erotically. Kissing her, the guy didn't think that the girl would agree to his arguments but perhaps she was too drunk to get the point. The couple was so much into their hot kissing that they forgot about the rest of the world. John knew that he was skating on the ice but he decided to tempt his luck. He couldn't bear it any longer and the guy slowly pulled her top up revealing her tits slowly. As soon as her breasts were on display, he pulled the cups of her open-styled bra and cupped her young flesh in his strong hands gently. It immediately spread warm waves of pleasure through her body. His touched made Ashley moan and gasp. He knew that he was in control of hers and the guy was eager to taste her. Then John broke the kiss. Ashley opened her eyes in confusion and she wanted to know what was wrong. The guy put his arms around her and easily raised her so that he managed to sit her on the table. Ashley liked this romantic way and the girl kept having her time as her neighbour's lips started their way down her body towards her small chin. Then they appeared on her neck and Ashley felt his lips nipping it. John knew that she would have bruises after it and her dear boyfriend would notice it. Her boyfriend would dump her in any case after it. Feeling how hot Ashley was, the guy lips kept on moving further, down to her breasts. His fingers had been squeezing and pitching her pink nipples all that time so that they became red, hard and swollen. John was ready to try anything to "talk" her into sex. At the time his lips appeared on her nipples, Ashley understood that her top was above her tits and that she was in all her glory in front of his eyes, but she didn't care any more. The girl was never so excited. Lust filled her as John sucked her aching nipples in and nipped them slightly. His tongue circled around them and Ashley's moans began louder and louder. The guy didn't act shyly and squeezed her firm tits hard as his mouth sucked them in. it was too much for Ashley and she put her hands around his neck. A minute more and she would be ready to ask him to fuck her right there, on the table. John liked the way Ashley reacted on his attention. Staring into her eyes with his starring look and whispered, "Ash, you are a filthy slut!" "Why, Johnny?" Ashley felt dirty at his comment. "You are gonna be out for your date and when he's away you act like a fucking slut!" John replied. The guy liked to play with her and wanted more. His hands squeezed her tits more and her nipples were stuck between his fingers. Ashley liked being with him and she was constantly excited, but his words scared the girl, although she understood that John was kidding. "What do you think your uncle will say when he knows what kind of underwear you wear?" he paused. Ashley knew that her uncle Rick would really be angry if he knew what underwear she had on. His words made her to think it over and she thought why he said it, but he replied his question himself. "He'll just kick your pathetic ass out of here and you'll have to live on the streets until you are killed there!" John replied. His words paralyzed the girl as she stood there. John's hands squeezed her perky tits again and his mouth moved to her nipples. As soon as she had felt his hot lips on her hard nipple again, she forgot everything and she went to the land of pleasure and lust. The girl was too much into it that she didn't notice how his hand appeared under her short skirt. John understand that it was the matter of time when he would fuck her teen pussy and the girl surely wanted it from his point of view. The guy rested his hand on her flimsy panty's front. He could feel what kind of panties they were and knew that Ashley planned to get laid out tonight. So he could help her out. Ashley was so much overtaken with emotion that she didn't pay any attention to his hand on her crotch that hardly could cover with the G-thongs. The girl just kept on enjoying the sensations his mouth was giving to her. John guessed it was high time for action. The guy easily moved her panties' front aside revealing her slippery pussy slit and moved his fingertip along her wet slit, spreading her odor around the room. These extreme sensation brought her reality and Ashley was in a hurry to inform him. Gasping and catching her breath to spit something out, the girl whispered, "Baby, please let me be a virgin like I am!" Ashley's nipple slipped out of his his slurping mouth and John raised his head up. Staring at her eyes, he thought about words to talk her into something. "Of course, baby. I'd like to make you cum," he whispered to her. "So I wanna eat you before you go away." "Yes, of course," Ashley replied without thinking it over. The girl was glad what she had heard and she moved to a sofa by the wall. She was sure that he could bring her to an orgasm in no time since he was so good at kissing. Ashley had never felt so good before, even with her boyfriend. She put her head on the soft armchair without fixing her clothes. John was glad that everything was going like he had planned and he laid between her slim legs in a moment. The guy liked that the girl spread her legs herself like a well-trained pet and he knew that it was nothing new for her. John lowered his head to her moist pussy and saw how nice her hair-trimmed pussy looked. All pink and wet. John wanted to tease her more. The guy spread her pussy lips and just blew on her swollen clit. His breath was so hot that Ashley couldn't bear it any longer. Like the bitch in heat, Ashley grabbed his head and pressed it tightly against her hardcore zone. It was the thing the John had wanted. The guy did a single licking and her body gave up. His cock immediately gave a stir and the guy made up his mind to make her cum as fast as he could and get what he had wanted for such a long time. John's tongue started running along her pussy, nipping and sucking her pink lips in here and there. Ashley was right about John: his tongue was really agile and her hips were moved in the rhythm with his tongue. Doing it, the guy slowly inserted his finger into her wet pussy. Her pussy was so tight that his finger hardly squeezed there. After he had drove his finger a bit inside, he felt her elastic membrane, the hymen. "This slut wasn't a liar when she said that her cherry isn't broken!" John thought and decided not to break her maidenhead. In spite of it, he was eager to pop her cherry. In any case, Ashley was nothing but a young slut in his eyes. While the guy's tongue flicking on her swollen clit his finger enjoyed the tightness of her virgin pussy. Ashley moaned so loud without thinking that she could be caught by her uncle, she was just in another world now, the world of excitement and pleasure. The girl thought that John had been doing it forever, but he had been eating her for minutes only. This time was enough to bring her to the peak and her hips began rising up and moving towards John's tongue. "Yes baby, yes! You're making me cum!" the girl screamed. Ashley was ready to cum and grabbed John's head moving it tightly against her pussy. Just as John's tongue entered her vagina the girl's pussy clutched around it and began squirting, covering his face with her juices. It felt so good and Ashley wanted it to last forever. Although she had cum, her hips kept on moving like before and Ashley couldn't stop. It was her very first orgasm that she had had from oral sex in her life and her boyfriend had never given the half of it to her. Delighted, John rose up and sat next to the virgin, smiling. "I liked it so much! You are the best!" Ashley said, trying to restore her breath. She was in such a delight that she couldn't stop. John looked at her and he liked his conquest. As a result, his teen neighbour had just have orgasm and laid enjoing the rest of it. Ashley's hand laid on her tits and squeezed them. How much she wanted to have it again, but something occurred to her. They were too long here, but her uncle and John's dad was left in the sitting-room without sandwiches and beer. John understood that it was high time for his pleasure, especially when he noticed that she was about to stand up. He swiftly laid on her so that his face was in several inche's length from hers. Ashley sudden thought that he wanted to fuck him, but she was wrong. "I don't think you want your dear uncle to see my face all covered in your juices, do you?" John kept on playing with her. "No, baby!" Ashley said in her coy way. "Then show me what a filthy slut you are and lick all your juices off my face," John commanded. Her boyfriend was never so dirty and it felt so new for her. Ashley liked it so much and the girl stuck her tongue out to lick her lover's face, although she disliked that he called her names. On top of that, Ashley didn't want to show him how much she adored licking off her sweet juices, but she couldn't conceal it. The girl slowly licked, collecting all her juices off his face. John liked it very much and he thought about having such a slut at hand. The guy let her show her dirty side. Her teasing licks made him excited so much and even more when her hot tongue slid into his mouth, the place where their tongues struggled again. John enjoyed the way Ashley shown him that she wanted him, but he was eager to get down to plan B. He broke their kisses again and held the girl's face by the chin. "You know baby you have just got off," the guy started to make his dream come true. "And to be honest I want to cum too!" "Johnny, but you do know that I'm a virgin and so forget it!" Ashley giggled at her behavior. "Okay, you just jerk my cock until I cum and I'm absolutely sure that you have done it many times with your boyfriends!" John was very blatant and put his hands on his pants and unzipped them. His gesture meant any negative answer and the girl didn't resist it at all in her current condition. Ashley sat next to him and froze in anticipation of seeing his cock. The girl couldn't imagine how huge it could be, but she was sure that his cock was much bigger than her boyfriend's. John sat and wait when she would show her talants, but Ashley sat, waiting for his cock getting released. The guy wanted to play with her more. "What are waiting for? Just get the cock out and start working on it," he said in a friendly way. In anticipation of seeing his cock, Ashley pulled his pants and boxers down together. John noticed her hands were shaking and she was excited to see what was coming. As soon as his cock got released, his monster sprang out and bumped against his 6-pack loudly, leaving a sticky trail of his pre-cum on it. Staring at it, Ashley instinctively licked her lips preparing to stroke such a huge cock. John decided to help her and he took off the rest of his clothes in the spur of the moment. Like in a trance, the girl bent down over his manhood and put her trembling hand on it. "Like it?" John asked seeing the delight in her eyes. Ashley had no words or any will to reply his question. Although she had already seen several cocks and their looks excited her so much, those were not even to this one. This cock was far better. It was the first time she had seen such a great species in her life. Until now, Ashley always considered that her boyfriend was big. His manhood was about 7", but John's cock was immense compared to her boyfriend's and it was about 12" and very thick. She hadn't even seen such cocks in skin flicks. Her tender hand could hardly reach around his swollen vein-covered hard-on. Like in a trance, Ashley immediately started moving her soft palm up and down that hard monstrous tool, trying to speed up to see the pleasure on her partner's face and it made her hot as hell. The girl was so much into it and it looked like she enjoyed this more than John did. Ashley did it some time and her head was spinning from excitement. John couldn't see how much she was into it and the guy came to the idea that the girl got accustomed to his cock's size. "Baby you know you always need lubrication during sex, even during masturbation. So try to lick it for my pleasure!" John tried to get more. Ashley was shocked at his blatant speech, but it was nice to hear "baby" from him instead of "slut". Notwithstanding the way he talked to her, she looked forward for him suggesting it. Ashley was in the point of no-return and forgot that John's father and her uncle were in the sitting-room and they could enter the kitchen in any moment. On top of that, her boyfriend was coming to her place for a date and the girl dressed like that for him. Ashley wanted to give John such pleasure like he had recently given to her. Holding his cock, the girl saw the traces of his pre-cum on his stomach and she moved her mouth towards them. Then in her usual manner, Ashley stuck her tongue out and slowly licked that mess off his flesh. John sat and closed his eyes in pleasure. The girl looked up and saw his happy face. It was a great stimulation for her. After glancing his polished-off stomach, Ashley pressed her mouth against his cock. At the time she was about to take it in her mouth, the girl heard her neighbour's voice shouting. "Hey Ash! Your guy is calling and says that he will be at the entrance in a quarter of an hour!" John heard his father's voice too and it could spoil his perfect plan in a moment. Of course, his dad could guess what his son and Ashley had been doing in the kitchen since they left the sitting-room a long time ago. All these thoughts made him to act fast if he wanted more of this girl's attention. Ashley was about to remove her lips from his hard cock, but John grabbed by the top's neck roughly and pulled it down so that the head of his cock pressed against her face. The girl understood that they would have to make him cum this way or another. By the way, it was no good to leave the guy who had done such great things for her with blue balls. Although she felt like a filthy slut after the girl had come to herself. "Listen to me, babe! Since you are too slow in jerking me off you can try blowing me. It's your right to choose but remember if you fail your uncle may catch us. The fastest way to make a guy cum is to suck his cock," John said it swiftly Ashley immediately understood that she would have to suck him to make him cum but another thought struck her. The smell of cum on her could be smelt by her uncle or even her boyfriend. "Let's make a deal baby. I won't suck your cock now because I don't wanna stink like a cum bucket but when I'm back I'll reward your waiting like a very obedient neighbor!" the girl said smiling teasingly and thought about her coming great time with her boyfriend. When she offered him this deal, Ashley didn't have any cheating on her loving boyfriend in her mind and hoped that everyone would be snoring like a steamer by the time she come back. "Okay, that's deal!" John agreed, but he knew that she would try to make a fool of him. "But I want a preview of coming events now." John understood that it was too stupid to wait for her reaction and pulled her by her top collected in his fist toward his raging cock with one hand and he put another hand on the back of her head. Any hesitation that was in her mind vanished and Ashley had to opened her mouth wide enough to let his 12" cock slid inside. As soon as her tongue had touched his dickhead, John threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes in pleasure. Ashley immediately felt his body relaxed. All she had to do was to suck his cock a bit and flee away. The girl always liked deep-throating her boyfriend and she was very good at it, but John's cock was too huge for her to swallow. Every time Ashley tried to swallow more and more. While the girl was bobbing up and down John pushed on the back of her head harder and harder and it made the excited girl swallow his endless cock deeper and deeper. Finally, she had managed to swallow the half of his dick and she choked and gagged on it. Her well-trained jaws ached terribly. At first, Ashley considered that she was going to suck his cock a bit, but she could tell that the guy was close to cumming from his panting and convulsing. At the time she was going to try to get John's cock out of her sore mouth, the girl heard the kitchen's door opening. She got caught in the act now! In despair Ashley kept on sucking and she knew that she was finished. The girl forgot about pre-cautions and it was her fault! "Hey guys, here I am," the newcomer's voice said. Ashley immediately relaxed that it wasn't her uncle Rick who could kick her ass in the streets. Perhaps, she could reason with John's father, but she was ashamed of herself. John's father entered the room and guessed that his son and Ashley were making sandwiches but he was surprised that the table was vacant. When he turned to leave the room he saw the young couple, his son and his neighbor's beauty, on the sofa. "Oh guys, I see you don't waste your time! Ash what would your uncle say if it was him not me that came in?" the old man wanted to play too; like father, like son. Ashley was too ashamed to look up and kept on sucking; hoping that if she sped up her sucking John would cum faster. John's father was smart and decided to film it on his cell's cam to show it his friends later at some party. As the girl kept on sucking trying to get as much of his cock as she could, the neighbor was recording her to play it back for his enjoyment. Her intense sucking was so good that John froze and started cumming in her aching mouth. It was also something new for her, because her boyfriend had never cum in her mouth. It felt so terrifying and unusual for her and this night was full of new experience for her. When she felt the guy freeze Ashley knew what it meant. The girl was in a hurry to get and his monstrous cock out of her sore mouth or she would be a real slut in her neighbours' eyes, but she failed. The stream of his hot sticky cum touched her palate and startled her. Ashley jerked her head back and his cock sprang out of her mouth shooting off other sticky streams that hit on her face. Swallowing the cum that was in her mouth, she turned her head to John's father and she was shocked. He stood there with his cell phone in his hand and was filming her first blowjob with his son. "Hey, what are you doing?" the girl began panicking staring at the cell. "Girl my father didn't believe me when I told him that you are a filthy slut who is eager to put your hands on any cocks!" John kept on fucking around and he liked the way she acted. "I'm not a fil..." Ashley interrupted her phrase when she noticed what John was doing. "What the hell are you doing?" "Nothing honey. Just cleaning my cock," he simply replied. At that very moment John was rubbing his cum-covered cock clean with the top she was wearing. Ashley couldn't believe her eyes. She did wear it because it was her most striking one. Ashley tried to tear it away from his grip around his cock and his father laughed out loud. "Ash, it'd be great if you manage to go to your room for changing, but your drunken uncle passed away there. He's fucking drunk!" John's father told her with a big smile on his face. "I'd like to see his reaction what a slut his niece are!" "Please stop it!" Ashley begged him to stop talking dirty with her. "Ash, the best thing you can do is just lick my cock clean like you do with your boyfriend!" John said in a matter-of-factly tone. Her first wish was to say that she wasn't such a kind of girl. She was shocked that John's father was as dirty as John himself was. The girl didn't have to said twice and she moved her mouth to the guy's dickhead. He smiled and he was glad how easy she could. His mind already thought about making her his sex slave, but she had to act more for that. John thought that it was good enough for the starting. The guy released her already cum-soiled top and Ashley stuck her tongue out. Her agile tongue began slowly circling around its piss-hole gathering all pre-cum she could find on that spot and then she licked all his dickhead, teasingly. The girl felt the cock stir and she became worried about an extra blowjob if she kept it at her pace. Then her tongue tried to cover all area on John's cock, removing thick globs of sticky cum off the shaft. Ashley tried to do it really fast, because she wanted to get out of this nightmare and meet her boyfriend. The girl knew if her boyfriend was unhappy again, he would never give her another chance. At last Ashley was through with it and John's cock looked well-cleaned. With a victorious smile on her face the girl stood up to leave the place. "I must be off!" she said and rushed away to her boyfriend. When she started her way out of there, John slapped her ass loudly and Ashley thought that it could be heard everywhere. "Don't forget about your promise! I'll be waiting for you to have my blowjob!" the guy reminded her. Ashley didn't want to think about it at all and swore at herself for making that promise. She closed the front door behind herself and used the elevator to leave the block of flats. When she was on her way down in the elevator, the girl tried to fix her clothes. Ashley hoped that her boyfriend Joe wouldn't notice the stains of cum on her top and the odor of cum in her breath. As soon as the beauty appeared outside, she gulped the fresh night air and tried to collect herself. There was a car's horn in a moment and it was her boyfriend Joe, who had recently been cheated on. John and his father stayed at the kitchen and laughed out loud at what had happened. "Dad, she's gonna have more of me and you tonight!" John smiled and patted his father's shoulder. "The night is still young and we need to work out some plan for our coming performance!" "Son, she's outta my range! Just take her for yourself, sonny!" smiling, his father announced. "No dad, I know that she's a young piece of ass, but I don't think that you don't wanna try young meat! I don't think it's gonna be one night stand!: John tried to play with his father too. After that, they made their way back to the sitting-room and started making up their outing for Ashley. They guessed that uncle Rick would let his good neighbours take care of his little niece. "Dad, be careful! Don't erase the clips of her sexual behavior!" the son told his father and they both laughed out loud. 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Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: a blonde in chocolate Part: chapter 1 Summary: A girl was treated like a perfect beaty in the world and she was persuaded that she would become a cheerleader, but she was mistaken that it'd be too easy. She would sweat for it considerably! Keywords: MMf, vaginal, oral, teens,blackmail, high school, slut, black Contact: [email protected] is for your comments. "Sveta, this is Mr. Avdushev," her father shouted after Sveta had cheered her final high school game. "He is from the university and he wants to talk to you about a cheer scholarship, honey." His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She worked hard to keep in good shape, working out three times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much and was ready to bear anything for it. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man's attention and every girl envied her figure. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn't like her bra and sucking and biting her small pink nipples that asked for it. Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came and there was the reason. Sveta was in a hurry to know what was the coach there for? When she rushed down the stairs in her happy mood, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward to shake hands. "Hello, I'm pleased to meet you, sir," the eighteen-year-old blonde said shaking his strong hand. "Nice to meet you too, bright one," the coach said, smiling wide and revealing his white even teeth. "I've just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college! I'm sure you'll manage, because one would be an absolute loser not to have it!" "Are you serious?" Sveta couldn't believe her luck and she liked to hear the way he complimented her on success. "Yes, I'm absolutely quite serious," he said with a stern expression on his weathered face. "You mean you think that I'm good enough to cheer at a university?" the girl could hardly hide her excitement and the coach liked to see it in cheerleaders' face, because he was going to make a lot of money off her. "You know if I were not sure, I wouldn't offer it to you," the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her up on it. "This is awesome!" Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy and her dear father was proud of her. "Right you are. It's a once in a lifetime chance," Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. "You are certainly pretty and I'm really interested in your possibilities." After that, the coach kept on praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter her parents took him for a tour around their newly-bought expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment. * * * The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Her parents would be really depressed if she failed the tests. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer's end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her tight yellow bikini on the back deck of her great house. He wasn't only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5'5" 105 pound body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But suddenly he was surprised when she, the pretty blonde, said to him, "Oh Mr. Avdushev... I didn't notice you enter!" "Huh, you probably were dreaming about your prosperous future and if you do the right thing you'll succeed in it," her coach said smiling at her and everyone puts one's own sense in words. "I'm so glad that you are here! Don't you wanna look at cheerleader pictures?" Sveta asked with shining eyes. "I think it'd be great to stare at my best cheerleader once again," he said with the flame in his eyes. "Okay, then let's go in the house." The girl stood up and went to the house. Avdushev followed her, without tearing his eyes from her swaying hips and her panty-covered ass. "Your boyfriend is a lucky guy," the coach voiced his thought. Hearing it, Sveta liked his comment about her and her boyfriend. Flattery is a great thing. When they turned out in the sitting-room, the coach sat on the sofa and kept watching the blonde girl seeking the album. Finally she had found it! Then the cheerleader sat down and started showing her pictures from the first grade up. The coach's eyes were all over her small body and when he was about to make a move her parents returned from the town. So the fun had stopped and Avdushev had to delay his plan. As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. It's shame that everyone believed his bold flattery. After a grand meal Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his shabby car. "I'll see you next month," he told Sveta in his ever-present mentor-like voice. "There, I'll be able to see what you can do." * * * A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university, believing that the whole world was under her feet, but how mistaken she was! Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart who would soon be her husband good-bye. Sveta didn't know how she would live without her loving boyfriend's attention so long. If she had known she would never miss him, just because she would never have time enough for that. To her surprise, Sveta found the university very big and became home sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her but also the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim. "I just can't believe the talent," she told her coach afterwards. "I do have some very good girls, Sveta," he sighed like an experienced old man. "To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!" Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering. "But it means everything to me, sir," she sobbed slightly. "All my family is counting on me to cheer here!" "There are always alternatives, Sveta," Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. "I know you are a good smart girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I'm sure you have," the man knew that he was pushing his luck. "Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?" she whispered in her innocent manner with her pouty lips as the tears came to her eyes. "I'd never do that!" Sveta just couldn't imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend who was so prosperous and she would have a brilliant future being his wife. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it. He said and did everything following his plan that he and others made up long time ago. "Well, not me exactly..." her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. "I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You'd make the team!" "A black stud?" shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. "I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend will be back home soon? You know, something like this would kill him and he's going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?" Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder. "You are a good girl," Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. "But I have had plenty of girls over the years sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45-year-old black buddy who has what it takes not only to please young white knock-outs like you, but you'll become a cheerleader after only one time with him. He is the judge! He has all rights and he can reject you for your resistance! Think it over and make the right choice!" After that the coach got up and left with the conqueror's smile on his face. As soon as he had left, Sveta locked the door in. The girl laid on the sofa and started crying, understanding that all her dreams were futile. Sobbing, Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her cell phone rang. She glanced at the display and saw that it was her Dad's I.D. Although her father was always friendly, but he was strict enough. "Hello, sweetie!" he was glad to hear his daughter's voice. "How are things?" "Thanks for your calling, Daddy!" Sveta was happy to hear him, but wanted to stay alone. "Something happened?" "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," he replied. "Just wanted you to know that I'll be up for your tryouts. I'm sure you are glad to hear that!" As soon as Sveta she had heard it, the girl got scared and confused. "Certainly, Daddy. I'll be happy you'll be proud of your daughter," the only things she could make up and she was in a hurry to add, "I'm sorry Daddy, but somebody's knocking on the door!" "See ya then," and got disconnected. Relaxed, she flopped herself down on the sofa and tried to find the way out of this situation, but nothing occurred to her. Sveta had been sitting like that for some time until the cell phone's ring brought her to reality. She glanced at the display and there was an unknown caller. It could be something important and the girl picked up the cell phone to reply. "I've just called to ask you..." it was her coach's voice and it made her crazy. "What is your reply?" "I've already say NO to you!" Sveta said to his sick intentions. Irritatedly, the girl got diconnected, but it was no good to be a heroine. Sveta felt so bad and she already knew that she would do everything to reach her target but thinking about a black man, an old black man, made her really freaky. * * * Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The girl had no slightest idea who it could be and went to open it. When she open it, Sveta hoped it wasn't her coach. How happy she was when she saw her guardian, her dear father. It was like a burden fell from her slim shoulders as she saw him. She gave herself her instinct and rushed toward him to embrace. If he only knew about her coming problems. "Daddy," she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. "Hi daddy, what are you doing here?" "Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course," he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. "Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C'mon honey, get ready and don't keep your good coach waiting." How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren't destroy her dear dad's idyllic world. What would happen if she failed her contest? The boyfriend would find another great chick with an awesome figure, her parents would give some money for her living and she herself would curse herself for not using her unique chance. In a hurry the girl got dressed and grabbed her coat on her way out. Sveta wished it was a dream but it wasn't as she followed her father. It didn't take much time for them to meet the coach for their dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat during dinner as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several times on her knee, squeezing it and Sveta was too paralyzed to do anything but went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, her father walked her the dorm. It was the time for them to split up, but Sveta didn't want it at all. "Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?" his daughter asked him. At that time her eyes were begging him for that, because it was going to be a rough night for her. "You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street," her father replied simply. Seeing the way his daughter looked at him, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile, "I will be up next week for tryouts to support you my dear. Your VIP coach and me have confidence that you will make the team, honey!" It was too much for her to hear. The girl knew that she'd make the team in any possible way, but she knew that she would fail if she just performed her skills. Sveta tenderly put her arms around her father's neck and enjoyed this good moment as it was her last. After that the girl unlocked the door and entered the dorm, leaving her father behind. As soon as Sveta closed the door behind, the girl again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She came up to the music system and turned an "Enigma" disc on. It always gave her a relief in hard times of her life. Then she made her way to a comfortable sofa. The girl tried to relax and chill out there. She didn't notice how quickly she fell asleep and was freed from all her worries. She was deep into her inner world now. The girl's heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta came back to reality and rushed to open the door. She wanted to know why her lovely father made up her mind to return. Perhaps, he wished to savour the last days before her coming victory next to his lovely daughter. "Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?" the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach's sudden appearance. "Daddy is here. Please leave me now." "No good for you, girl! You don't get any points by lying to me," her coach had a very stern impression on his face and slapped her face hard with his wide palm. "I saw you daddy going to his motel," Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room and pushing her on the shoulder so hard that she had to step back. "By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him," he said, motioning to his friend. "And we have come for your personal and private tryouts." "But... but..." was everything Sveta could say, understanding that the time had come. The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked it behind them. At that time she looked up and saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fattening with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn't believe that they came for her body. His darkness made her freaky and his authority made her look smaller than a hobbit. "Mike, what do you think about her?" grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly. "Man, you know she's surely a sweet treat," the tall black man said. "This is going to be good for me." Their smiles made her crazy and she didn't know what to do because she knew what would happen in a moment. Sveta felt like a deer in the highlights. The girl started protesting, trying to reason with them, but she failed. The two black old man listened to her and smiling. "Why are they always so scared and try to find the way out where it doesn't exist, man?" Mike said, grinning. Sveta considered that all her pleas fell on the deaf ear and she was about to run. Where to run? The girl didn't think that no one would believe her. She was just in shock and was about to rush away. Her coach was very strong. He just stretched out his hand and it caught the girl by her neck as she started running. It was the reason why Sveta caught her breath. It made her scared even more than ever. The girl's eyes were begging him to release her but she didn't put up a struggle. Sveta understood that there was no sense in resisntance at all. She felt his free hand grab her tight ass and squeezed hard. The girl felt so dirty that the old man touched her up and she could nothing about it. A small grin appeared on his face and he said, "Nice ass you have, little bitch! I've been waiting for it so long! I have wanted to do it since I saw you sun-bathing on the deck of your shithole of the house!" Then his hand moved up to the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a thrust over her long, blonde hair. Sveta was glad that she wasn't choked by those strong claws of his and already didn't pay attention to her nakedness. Her coach was very glad that the cheerleader didn't resist his hands. Without a second thought, Mr. Avdushev put his hands on her young ripe tits and squeezed them. The coach liked the way it felt and knew that she was going to be a very good slut on campus. When the blonde came to herself, she started panicking due to his boldness. Nobody had ever seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend and she felt like she was committing adultery. "You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants your young body to know if you are the right person for that," Mr. Avdushev said, savouring the moment. Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood still like a deer in highlights. He knew that it was too stupid to miss the chance. In a hurry, the coach grabbed her sweat pants's waistband and he liked the sight he had. There was a nave slim girl in her nice underwear in front of him and she only asked to be fucked. It was a matter of several moments to take off her sport bra and it fell down on the floor. Her perky ripe tits attracted everybody's attention, but they attracted much more attention when they were naked. Excited, the black coach ripped her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips. "Whoa. Look at those young tits, Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had in your hand," he said squeezing her tits harder. Sveta still couldn't believe that it was happening in reality and she didn't struggle it at all. It went too far and it was too late to step back. It was clear that she would be fucked whether she wanted it or not. "Yeah pal, I'm sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field," his companion agreed in a hoarse voice. Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body. "Is this the only way?" Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed. "Oh my gosh!" the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. "Just look at it!" Mike swayed his thick 8" cock in the hand. Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Instinctively, Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend's and figured out that her lover's cock was like a pencil. "It's so huge and it surely hurt me too much!" Sveta thought and panicked. "What will my parents say?" sobbing, the girl tried to reason with them. "And I have a boyfriend back home!" She knew that they were stupid arguments, but it was the best the girl could make up. "That's a lame excuse, girlie," the black man replied with irony. "After we have been through with you, your boyfriend's cock will be too small for all your holes!" Spreading Sveta's slim legs wider, Mr. Avdushev sat between her well-shaped legs and moved his face to her pussy. It was the very first time somebody's tongue had ever touched her pussy and it was so shocking as the coach's touch turned out on her pussy. Mr. Avdushev enjoyed the sensation of her young well-trimmed pussy. Sveta liked her body and tried to be as sexy as she could for her adorable boyfriend. She was going to cheat on him with this old man this time. These thoughts dwelt onto her mind not too long as the couch's kept on lapping her pink pussy. He liked sticking his agile tongue deep into her pussy that made Sveta let out loud moans. The girl enjoyed the way he sucked her pussy lips in and his nose rubbing against her clit. She didn't notice how her hips began moving towards his pleasure-giving mouth. It was something new and exciting for her that Sveta forgot that she wasn't with her boyfriend. She was on the seventh Heaven now. Mike stood and stared at the coach and his cheerleader. He already knew that she would become a nice piece of ass around. First, she acted as a bookwarm but she was writhing in pleasure now. Just watching the hot sight in front of him, Mike felt his cock swelling and decided that it was time to join them. It wouldn't be the first time Mr. Avdushev and Mike try it. He was already naked and he made his way to them, on the sofa. Sveta was very laudible from all licking she had been receiving. She didn't even noticed how big silhouette of Mike got on the sofa and saddle her breasts. He felt the girl's body writhing in pleasure and her slighly opened mouth let out loud moans. Mike knew that she was ready for anything. Mr. Avdushev kept on lapping her sweet pussy and knew that his payment was close. He provided many girls and they were turned into cock-craved sluts for many years. Their parents didn't know what was happening with their daughters who ended up walking the streets or sold out into slavery. They just didn't understand that not any girl could be a cheerleader in this town. The same was going to happen with Sveta. The girl was very flexible and good at her duties. Mr. Avdushev suggested that she could be a great campus slut and Mike promised not to sell her until she would be no use. All those thoughts kept on driving him as his lapping speed on her pink pussy sped up more and more with every moment. Her pussy squirted now and again and it made him crazy. Sveta was on the edge of cumming as her movements and moans stopped. It was Mike's fault and the coach knew what was happening there. Mike made up his mind to accompany them and touched her flushed face with his swollen cock, but the touching was like a slap for this nave girl. Gasping, she opened her eyes wide and saw the 8 incher before her eyes. Sveta was afraid of this moment coming, but it had happened. Mike hold his swollen dick in his hand that was like a big snake and slapped it against her face. Sveta was just staring at it and could say nothing. The man knew that there was no reason to delay "the hot session" any longer and was about to enjoy her teen luscious body. "You'd better lick my cock properly or it'll hurt when I stick it deep into your eager cunt, bitch!" Mike said in his harsh voice. Sveta understood she would have to do what he wanted one way or another, but his cock terrified her very much. On top of that, she couldn't do it. It was too big even for her mouth, although he let her know that he would fuck her pussy, too. At that moment she thought about her parents and her prosperous boyfriend. If they ever knew it, she would turn their back on her. Although she didn't know what their reaction to the failure of being a cheerleader would. There was no way out now. Sveta resisted for a moment but Mike's voice made her think it over. "If you ain't gonna play with my dick, I'll just fuck you dry and you'll fail on the tryouts!" the man said playing with her emotion. "No, no... please... let me suck your cock," Sveta said hurrily. "But you don't have to do it..." Mike paused while he was playing with Sveta's inner side, "If you don't want it!" "No, no, no..." the girl said, trying to talk him back from making her a loser. "I want it. I want it so much!" "Well, show me the slut you are and serve me like my own whore!" the man said and he was sure that she swallowed the bait. Her coach stopped licking her pussy and wanted to know what she would choose, because it was a very unsteady situation. His worries were futile when he heard her consent words about her black partner's cock. Sveta knew that all guys liked the way she stuck her tongue out and it was time for a real experience. The girl tried not to think about her boyfriend or her parents. She just had to go through it and forget about it. The girl didn't guessed that it could ever be done again. She slowly stuck her tongue out and placed its tip on her chin. Sveta was waiting what was going to happen, but there was nothing. The girl became happy that he changed his mind, but she was mistaken. Mike's thick cock flopped down on her tongue in a moment, splashing saliva from it. His dickhead was already covered in pre-cum from a long anticipation and it was sticky. Sveta hardly sucked her boyfriend's cock, because she considered it dirty. The girl should be good at sucking now. Her tongue started circling around the piss-hole, collecting more and more white fluid. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her coach restored his lapping on her tender pussy and it helped her very much. He was glad that a really much money he had earned and he would be able to use her for his desires any time he would want them to be fulfilled. The coach enjoyed the feeling her body reacted on his lapping. Her wet tight pussy sent warm pleasure-filled waves all over her small body. Moaning, the girl started improving her sucking technique. Her tongue began running along all the length of his 8" black vein-covered cock. Mike looked down at his cock and he couldn't believe how much the girl was into it. He watched how much she took pains to lubricate his monster. The man was sure that Sveta was scared how that black bastard was going to stick it inside her because it was too long and very thick. It had taken several minutes of licking before Mike's cock was spit-covered and the black man's cock pointed high in the sky. Sveta was at full throttle and just couldn't stop licking it. She hoped if it was well-lubricated it wouldn't hurt her at all. Mike saddled her with closed eyes and pleasured up. He didn't want to stop the girl eagerness, although his cock was already prepared for coming fucking. He could enjoy it more and more the way that nave white girl was worshipping his snake, but the man felt his cum started boiling in the balls. It was time to test her teen pussy. He slowly rose up and the girl's tongue left his cock. Confused, she opened her eyes feeling him standing up. It was clear that the time had come. She didn't have any strength in her to resist and she knew that it would change nothing. When he stood by her side with his cock pointing high in the sky, his partner Mr. Avdushev stopped licking her pussy and stood up too. Mike made his way to his friend and the coach stepped back, giving him a space for the action. Without saying a word, Mike stack two fingers into her pussy and it felt good and wet. Her coach stood next to them and he was about to watch his pretty cheerleader being stretched out to the limits. If only she knew that she would be a famous slut of the campus! That black cock surely wasn't created for a young girl. Sveta keep her eyes on every movement of his and she was tremling like a leaf. "Turn around, girlie," was the only words Mike told her. Sveta knew that her resistance wouldn't change anything and did what she was told. The both men were staring at her white-skinned ass that was going to be taught soon. Mike put his both hands on her ass cheeks and Sveta startled. He spread them wide and saw her both fuck holes. He liked the sight he was seeing, although the man had already known that they were tight. Then, without saying a word he pulled toward himself until the girl doubled on the sofa's armchair. Her ass was high in the air in this position. It was the last moment when her dear pussy was tight because she would never be the same again after Mike's monstrous thing. He put his thump on her opening and drove it to the knuckle. The man adored the sensation of young flesh and wanted to see how dirty she could. "Spread your ass with hands and slid your pussy along my finger!" he said and slapped her ass lightly. Sveta was confused by his suggestion, but she couldn't say that she wasn't excited. The girl put her both hands on her firm ass cheeks and spread them. Two black men immediately saw her orifices. "Start!" Mike ordered. Without thinking it over, she began doing what she was told and her pussy started her way up and down his black thumb. Mike stood there and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy's clutch. He couldn't stand it. The man wanted to fuck her raw but he had to wait a little. Sveta was bent down like some hooker and enjoyed the moment although she knew it was wrong. His thumb suddenly left her pussy and she was afraid what she had done. Mike got his thumb out and looked down at it. The thumb was glistening with her sweet juices. Her pussy's opening shone with her juices too and they poured down her thighs. The man knew that he had to stretch her pussy a bit before fucking her. He slowly drove two other fingers and it made Sveta let out a pleasurable moan. "You should be more audible I you wanna be a cheerleader!" Mike said and drove the fingers to the knuckles. Sveta felt so good like it was her boyfriend's cock and spread her legs wider. Mike immediately noticed that and knew that there would no problem with her at all. The black men saw her arching her back so that her holes were on display. Mike was in a hurry to drove his fingers in and out, trying to find the right rhythm. "Do you like to be fucked while your boyfriend is away?" he asked her. Without thinking it over, "Yes, I like it, baby. I like it so much!" Mike liked how she acted. Watching her teen pussy swallow his fingers and covering them with its juice, the black man wanted to try her asshole that looked very tight. "Yes, yes, yes..." Sveta moaned lustfully, but paused. Just at the very moment, Mike drove the fingers to the knuckles and brought his juice-covered thumb to her pluckered asshole He tenderly pressed on it, trying to invade. The girl knew what was going to happen. "Please, don't..." she begged although the girl could do nothing. "Don't you wanna be a cheerleader?" Mike asked while he kept on driving his thumb into her tight ass hole. "I want it," Sveta said without seeing the way out of it. "I want it so much!" "Ask me then, girlie and relax your sluttish ass!" Mike ordered and glanced at her grinning coach. "Yes Mike..." Sveta started immitating sex moans and tried to relax her muscles. "Use my sluttish hole!" The girl couldn't believe what she had just said. She had never said such things before, but she was excited and she was made to act dirty now. Mike felt her cooperation and his juice-covered thumb squeezed into her tight virgin ass hole. He moved his fingers to the knuckles out of her both holes several times. Their movements made out cry out in pain and pleasure. Mike didn't like the way Sveta moved and he slapped on her ass loudly. "Ouch..." the girl let out a cry and felt like a whore. "Move your ass faster on my fingers or you'll be dumped!" Mike told her. The sense of his words came to her immediately and the girl started moving with enthusiasm. She knew that she had to revive this encounter and she would be a cheerleader. So Sveta would become the eye of her father again. Mike and Mr. Avdushev liked the way she acted and knew that it was good for her to be chosen. With every passing moment, Sveta moved to orgasm, although she couldn't confess to herself about it. Mike felt her pussy clunching his fingers tightly and got his fingers out. As soon as he had done that, he glanced down at her holes and watched them getting closed. He grabbed his cock and brought it to her pussy. When Mike pressed the dickhead against its slippery opening. Sveta froze and knew that there was going to happen adultery. The girl just couldn't believe that Mike's cock was going to be inside her. Slowly the black man drove his cum-covered dickhead and enjoyed the tightness of her pussy. It felt so huge that the girl caught her breath. Sveta was happy that man was waiting for her to get accustomed to it. Mike put his hands on her hips and enjoyed the sight of her pink pussy stretched around the head of his cock. He had never tried such a tight pussy. Without waiting any longer, Mike thrusted his cock to the ball and froze. It was too much for Sveta and she arched her back like a wild cat. She started moaning and begging him to pull out as he left his cock buried to the hilt. "Oh... Oh...Oh... please pull it out... ahh it's gonna tear me apart!" she struggled and she started stirring. Mike slowly get the half of his cock out and watched it all covered in her juices. then he grabbed her by hips and started poundering without listening to her pleas. There were loud sounds of the black man's balls slapping against her sweat white flesh. Sveta couldn't believe that she got stuffed to the limits. It suddenly occurred to her that he wasn't wearing a condom. "Please wear a rubber. I'm on no pills, Mikey-boy!" sobbing, the girl cried out. "I don't use rubbers when I fuck sluts!" Mike said and stopped, stretching her ass cheeks. He pressed the pointing finger against her tight ass hole and it slid all the way in easily. The man had managed to stretch it a bit and he was about to spretch it more. Mike added another finger, the middle finger, and there was no much space for it. Thus, he pressed it harder and the second finger squeezed into it too. Her ass ring was very tight around his fingers and the girl squealled on top of her lungs. It hurt even more than her pussy being stuffed, but Sveta could do nothing to stop the man. It was too much for her to have an monsterous black cock all the way in her pink pussy and two of his fingers to the knuckles in her virgin ass hole. "Did you think it's easy to become a fucking cheerleader?" her coach shouted in her ear. Mr. Avdushev was very rough and smacked on the side of her head. No one had ever done it with her like everything had been happening that night. The girl could do nothing except of outshrilling and the men didn't want to break into her room and saw what was going on here. "Man, her cries are driving me crazy! Find something to gag her fucking trap," Mike ordered his provider. Mr. Avdushev understood Mike's hint immediately and flopped down on the sofa next to the girl. Sveta was smart enough to get what her torturers were talking about. She looked down and saw her coach's naked body. Due to his every-day training Mr. Avdushev's body was very good at his age. His skin gleamed with sweat and drops of sweat were everywhere on his well-ripped body. Sveta saw his amazing 6-pack and well-trained legs. Sveta couldn't help seeing his black cock, another black cock for the same night. It was going to be the third cock she had ever seen in her life. She put two and two together and understood it was going to be a live gag. Fortunately, it was much less than her black torturer's. The coach's cock was about 7" long and not too thick, but her boyfriend's cock was much less anyway. Sveta stuck her small tongue out like a well-trained pet and licked Mr. Avdushev's dickhead immediately. It didn't occurred to her that licking would not be enough, he wanted a blow-job. Sveta had never done it, because she considered it dirty, although her boyfriend tried to talk her into it many times. As Mike was hard pounding her would-be tight pussy, the girl was licking her coach's cock, trying to forget about the pain he had been giving to her. She was a quick learner and was eager to please the coach. Her tongue ran fast and tenderly long his shaft so that his cock became covered in saliva in no time and her hot breath on his cock made him exciter even more. Sveta hold his black cock by the base and her agile tongue carressed his entire cock. It was very hard and swollen and the girl hoped that her coach wasn't going to fuck her too. She had never done it before and she couldn't say that she didn't like it. Her tongue circled around his bloated dickhead. Sveta could taste her pre-cum very clearly and started enjpying it a little, but the hard pounding Mike had been giving to her didn't let her forget about pain and possible pregnancy. Her baby would be black! How would she explain it? She was so much absorbed into her thoughts while her tongue circled around the coach's dickhead that the girl didn't notice his hand on her head. Mr. Avdushev thought she was very eager to please him and he pushed his strong hand on the back of her head. The girl was overtaken and she was too slow to react when he did so. The head of his cock entered her mouth and thrust his hips upward, making the cheerleader swallow its purple head. "Is her mouth nice, mate?" Mike asked as he kept on poundering her pussy. "Suck babe suck or you'll never be a cheerleader!" Mr. Avdushev said without removing his hand. Sveta wanted to get it out, but couldn't. the coach's hand was steady on her head. The only thing she could do was to please him orally, but she had never done this in her life. Her pussy had already been stretched and her boyfriend would see the difference, her small ass was being stretched with Mike's fingers but it was still nice and she had to suck the cock for the first time. Sveta would never do it even for any purpose, but it was too late to bolt away. She had to wait a bit to become the crowned cheerleader. The girl would be treated like a dirt if anyone knew what the cost for that was. Her brilliant life would be broken to pieces then. Sveta couldn't afforded it. With enthusiasm, the girl got down to sucking the cock like she saw it in some porno flick one day. The faster they cum the faster they leave! "Work with your tongue better as you suck cocks!" her coach said. Sveta felt so disgusted and started doing the way she was told. The girl couldn't resist it at all, because his strong hand pushed on her head, making to take his cock in the mouth more and more. Sveta hardly could swallow the half of his cock. It was so huge for her small mouth. Her coach understood that it was her first blowjob and he didn't made her deep-throating it. There would be much time to learn it and much more in coming days. The girl felt like a whore sucking the black cock as she was about to cry on the top of her lungsfrom all that splitting pain Mike had been giving with his huge cock in her pussy and the fingers in her tight ass hole. Even if she screamed, Mr. Avdushev's cock would smother her cries of hell. "This is the best young cunt I have ever had man!" Mike said loudly for pleasure. "Yeah, man. And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who is as old as dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy's dream come true and become a cheerleader!" the coach was very talkative as he enjoyed his cheerleader. "Man, that's great!" Mike grunted as he sped up fucking the girl's pink pussy. Their speech humiliated Sveta even more. What if somebody whould know the way she became a cheerleader! How she would dare look in her boyfriend's eyes again! She felt like a corrupted whore and a fucking slut as Mike's big shaft was slicing her apart. Sveta wanted to glance at Mike's cock stretching her pussy lips to the limits grotesquely, but the only she could see was the cock she was sucking. As Mike kept on sawing in and out of Sveta's already red pussy from stretching and rubbing, Mr. Avdushev went on abusing the girl with his dirty words. "Not only that," Mr. Avdushev gloated, trying to make her humiliation even worse. "Hey Mike, she came from all-white town and the only cock she has ever had was her kid boyfriend's. C'mon, slice into her. Go man, go!" The coach kept on cheering his friend more and more as he felt about to cum. Sveta could hardly bear the pain in her privates and she couldn't believe that she would survive. The girl was on the edge of fainting. She was too weak as her body was swiftly thrust between two black men and her coach made her swallow more and more of his cock. It lasted like that some time. Then Mike got his fingers out of her rectum and watched her ass ring slowly closing, but it failed to do it. Sveta immediately felt a relief and her ass hole was loosened a bit. The girl felt his grip on her hips and his thrusts sped up considerably. She knew what was going to happen and it made her really freaked out. Sveta had remembered that Mike weren't wearing a condom. There was a big chance for her to get pregnant. She could never afford any baby, especially a black one. Sveta tried to beg him not to cum inside, but her coach's hand didn't let her do it and all her cries were smothered. Meanwhile, Mike was hammering her like a madman. Finally, he thrusted his cock all the way in her battered pussy and Mike frozen when his balls slapped against her flesh. At that very time the old man let out a war cry and hot streams of his potent cum started covering the inside of her teen pussy. As his cock was shooting, her coach began cumming too. The cum that was being shot in her mouth distracted Sveta from the idea of getting pregnant. It was something new for her to try and the girl tried to escape it, but there was no way out for it. She felt like she was going to get drowned and she had to swallow as much cum as she could, but more and more cum was getting shot. Sveta didn't feel any respect to herself, but the girl came to herself thinking she had done it only for her future and for the future of the people who surrounded her. When the black men were through with her, the girl was about to get her face away from that cum-covered cock, but Mr. Avdushev didn't think so. As soon as the girl manage got the cock out of her sore mouth, a mouthful of cum started pouring out on his wasted cock. Her coach immediately grabbed her by hair and moved back to the cock. "Did your kid boyfriend teach your ass to suck his dick clean after he is done?" Mr. Avdushev asked her and grinned. Sveta wanted to say that she had never done it with him, but the cock in her mouth let her say no word. "Show me what a good slut you are! Lick all cum off of my dick and then you are free to go!" the coach told her. Only now Sveta saw how good her coach was! His words made her happy and she was in a hurry to do it. Mike got his cock out and it was hung between his legs. He glanced at her would-to-be tight pussy and thick strem of cum started making its way out of it. He grinned and hoped that it would make her pregnant. Mike knew that more sex would follow if the girl wanted to become a cheerleader. There would be more chances for her to have a baby. As he stared at thick stream, Sveta did her best to lick the coach's sticky cum off his swollen cock. The girl was happy that she was through with them and the victory was in her pocket. Everyone would be proud of her since she would be the chosen cheerleader. She was liking imagining that it was her boyfriend's cock. Sveta did it very long, but the black men had to go away so that not to get busted and there would be a real problem then. "Man, maybe we'd better go now, she's pretty zapped!" Mike said. Then he left them alone and began getting dressed. When he was ready to leave, Mr. Avdushev left the girl on the sofa and began getting dressed too. His cock was sucked clean and shone with her saliva. Mike had nothing to do and came up to Sveta who laid wasted on the sofa. The girl immediately turned her face to him and she didn't know what he wanted. Her lips were cum-covered and Mike liked her new look. Mike leant down towards her and gave her a peck. "I really, really enjoyed you and I'm absolutely sure you'll become a brilliant cheerleader if you continue your real tryouts!" Mike said and stepped back. Sveta didn't understand him at all and she didn't want to. Then her coach came up to her to calm her down. he saw her body was limb with stream of cum getting out of her pussy and her mouth was cum-stained. The girl swallowed so much cum that some dripped down on the sofa, leaving a big pool of cum on it. "Are you okay, Sveta?" he asked. "You were great, honey! I shall see you make the team in the end." With those words, he slapped her ass so that there were his fingerprints left and some cum splashed out of her stretched pussy. Sveta felt so humiliated and stood up to show them the door. The girl wanted to be alone now. It was no easy for her, because her body was very limb. "Will you please just go?" the poor girl said in a weak voice. "Just go. So I can be alone, okay?" "Okay honey, ok! Don't only fall," her coach said as he saw the girl was about to faint. He looked about her body and she was a real cum-stained knock-out. Even her thighs were spotted with cum. The black men finally made their way to the door and it gave some relief to Sveta. When they were almost out, Mr. Avdushev suddenly stopped. "Oh girlie, I forgot to mention that to get into the squad you need to be chosen by the superior judge, I mean Mike, a cheerleader squad queen and a football captain." Seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, "You know, it's your right to choose the way to get their votes. If you don't have the vote of one of them, you'll be rejected! Remember it! I think you'll arrange something and I advise you to try the cheerleader squad queen first." After that, he and his cock-hound left. Sveta was beaten and she was in tears. She had to have a rest and made her way to bathroom. She flopped down dead in the tub. The girl turned on the taps and warm water started welling up. It was such a relax for her sore body. Notwithstanding it, she was still feeling the effects of the black man's huge cock: her pussy was too sore as well as her ass was. Like in a trance, the girl touched her pussy and ass. She felt how much stretched they were. Her fingers easily entered either hole without meeting any resistance. How would she explain it to her boyfriend? The girl tried not to think about it right now. One part of her was glad that it was all over and that she would be on the cheer team, but the thought of how she had gained the spot was disgraceful to her. She only hoped her parents would never find out what had happened to her. She wanted to call her father who had been fast asleep in the motel but she knew she would only get more upset hearing his comforting voice. Then Sveta remembered that she would have to get two more votes and burst out crying. Sobbing, the girl got out and went to bed. She didn't still know how she would manage to get those votes. With those thoughts the girl was turning and tossing in the bed for hours until she finally fell asleep. If she knew how bad her condition really was and how busy she would be since the morning! Your feedback is welcome at [email protected]

Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: a naive girl at Borisovo's pond Part: chapter 2 Summary: Kate's day of training in slutdom started at the school's bathroom. Keywords: mmmf, ff, lesbian, oral, tease, masturbation, licking, teens, blackmail, high school, slut, humiliation, blowjob, teasing Contact: [email protected] Chapter 2 It was early in the morning and Kate had to rise so that not to be late for school. But this morning, it was just too hard for her to get up after the day she had spent with those hunks from the beach and that goddamned bully who made her nuts and really depressed and scared when she saw her. Of course, she didn't guess that she had been drinking drugged beers, but she had terrible headache now and didn't think that her life could be even worse. HANGOVER! "Hey bitch, rise and shine!" It was her brother Andrew of 17 who awakened her like this every time their parents were away. "It's high time to go to your fucking high school of cock-sucking!" Her brother was a real pain in the ass and always gave her much trouble since the time she had remembered him. He stood there at the side of her bed dressed only in his white cotton underpants, his fat teenage dick pushing out the front with his usual morning erection. He didn't care what his sister saw and Kate was always his turn-on, but his moral side didn't allow him to take steps. In fact, it kind of pleased him the way her eyes traveled over his fuck lump. After saying that, he threw the blanket back and Andrew saw his sister in a nice, tight T-shirt with "SLUT" written on it and nice bikini bottoms framing her cuntal mound nicely. Then he noticed that her T-shirt was raised up so that he was able to see her tits a bit. "WOW! Great tits on you, slut!" Andrew exclaimed. "Maybe after showing me your tits, you are gonna show me your fuck-holes too? You are such a fuckin' slut if you are the one who wrote "SLUT" on your own T-shirt so that everyone knows all your bio." Andrew laughed out loud at his sister curled-up in fear. His big dick gave a lurch and a wet spot appeared on the front of his underpants. "Fuck you bastard! Take your fucking ass outta here!" Kate yelled on the top of her lungs. She was confused and shocked at her appearance in the vulgar T-shirt and bikini and just guessed she was this way in front of her own brother. Andrew had to hurry off to school and he couldn't really take time to see his little sister looking like a fucking tramp, but what he had already seen would make him very happy and excited. He would get a hard-on four or five times in school thinking about how she looked. Kate was so terribly ashamed. She collected herself and rushed to the bathroom to fix the humiliating disorder. Staring at her reflection in the bathroom's mirror, the girl saw a pre-teen slut: her lips were crusted with white flakes and when Kate licked them around she realized that it was a dried cum. Cum-streaked her pretty face was. How awful that her brother had seen this! Even worse, there were thick globs of dried cum on her T-shirt, right over her bulging tits. It was only now she remembered she had sucked off the two hunks from the beach, and they had shot their slimy fuck loads in her mouth and on her perky tits. So her tight T-shirt was covered in cum stains. How could she have allowed two adult guys to do such a thing? What had possessed her? She was only fifteen. It was good that they hadn't screwed her although they could have. Their dicks had been the largest ones she had ever seen and her pussy was very tight and pristine. SEX! Thinking of it, Kate got aroused and went to her bedroom to get her favorite dildo from a secret place to play with her lovely pussy. Why was sex suddenly all she could think about? Passing by the sitting room, she heard her cell phone ringing. Kate ran not to miss the call. There was no ID on the display and it seemed strange to her. "Hello!" There was no answer and it scared her and reminded some horror movies. "Helloooo?" she repeated, cooing the word. "Hi slut!" was the harsh answer and the girl first thought it was her dumb brother, but the voice kept on saying. "It's so nice that I caught you before you left for your fucking school, you cock-hungry piece of dick-ditch! How are you? Is your throat clogged with my dried cum?" the voice kept on frightening her. Kate immediately realized it was one of the hunky studs from the party the day before and the panic overtook her. "Where did he dig out my phone number?" she thought in panic. "What the fuck are you doing calling me? How dare you?" the girl could hardly whisper. She tried to retain some dignity and sense of morals, but she immediately felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his deep masculine voice. "Have you already forgotten the ones who marked your body and clothes with delicious cum, bitch?" "You assholes, you must be crazy! Do you realize that I could have been seen looking like this?" Kate imagined what her life would be if her parents, neighbors or God forbid some of the boys from school had seen her cum-covered with fuck coating her lips and face. "But you are a fucking slut and face the facts, you cunt-face. Everyone should know it!" Her eyes filled with shiny tears and she asked him shyly, "What do you want from me?" "Listen to me carefully now. Everything that happened yesterday was filmed and if you don't follow directions, your family and friends will soon be treating you like dirt. If you don't wanna be popular in your block and be well-known for the cheap piece of shit you are, you'll follow our rules to the absolute letter," the voice at the other end was waiting for her reaction. "But... but... what are your rules?" gasping, Kate asked cautiously. "Like any guy, I dislike cock-teasers a lot. So far, the rules for correcting your behavior are: 1. Do anything and everything any of my friends or I wish, `cuz you are our property now. 2. Never say "NO" to any male, even to your relatives. Never! If I get to know about you saying "no" you'll be punished and punished very severely!" The pretty schoolgirl couldn't believe what she was hearing. Still, her pussy started dripping again. 3. If you make any guy excited, you'll have to be eager to talk him into making him cum even if he doesn't want it, because you ain't a cock-teaser any more. A guy gets a hard, leaky dick from looking at you and it's your job to take care of his trouble. No matter how many times a day it happens!" When the voice paused, Kate thought about that. She had never done those things with guys. How could she be expected to satisfy every guy? Half of the boys walked around with boners, just glancing at her! Her mouth will be busy all day long, but Kate didn't think that there were other options. 4. It's prohibited for a guy to use rubbers with you at all. From now on, you'll provide ass, cunt or mouth for male cum!" It made her really crazy and Kate thought she would have to do everything he wanted, but she was on the edge of abyss. The things he told her meant that she could get pregnant if she had some cum in her teen pussy. Kate had never had a cock in her except in her mouth, but having it in the ass was extremely disgusting for her! It was horrible and too much for her to be in a calm condition. Kate cried sobbing louder and her pussy leaked more. Her nipples started tingling as she heard the voice keep on commenting, 5. Not to wear any fucking underwear. Only G-thongs that we'll give you is available now! Look very sexy, no, I'd say look sluttish! On top of that, as you are real pretty for boys, your cunt must be clean-shaven. Not a fucking hair on those pretty puffy cunt lips or your cuntal mound! Any guy who wants a look should be able to check your cunt at any time. I repeat it should be bald and baby smooth. 6. You have to masturbate twice a day, in the morning and at night. No matter how much sex you may have during a day, you still masturbate. I wanna keep your sluttish holes nice and juicy at all times. 7. From now on, you must be fucked by two guys a week at least. It's time for you to put your holes in use and gain some experience. Two guys at least each week and they must be different guys. You can't repeat the same guys two weeks in a row. I want you to enjoy a nice variety of dicks and I'm sure you'll be well-known as a fucking slut and a whore, but that is what you are, you fucking 15-year-old slut!" Kate listened to his instructions and felt fainted. She thought the list of instruction would never be finished, but it had only 8 rules, the 8rules that would change her life considerably. Notwithstanding her twisted mind, as she thought, such dirty instruction would be too much for her. The girl had no idea how she was going to make it in reality. Any point of the list was unavailable for her. Kate relaxed a bit when she understood there would be no further instructions for her behavior, but his stern voice saying, "If you break any rule you'll be REALLY sorry about it, sorry you were ever born! Is it clear, stupid bitch?" Kate was sobbing by now, but the only way out for her was to agree. But why the hell was her little pussy so moist? How could such a horrible predicament turn her on? What a fucked-up mess she was at fifteen! "Great decision! I'm glad you agree to obey me. The rules I have told you about will be active since tomorrow and there will be more rules to follow. I'm gonna be good. Today is your training day, designed to prepare you for your brilliant future. I'm gonna help you reach your sluttish potential and I'll be your sex education tutor. Don't forget to go to school unbathed in the sex snot-stained T-shirt and bikini panties from yesterday and oh yes, you may wear a very short skirt." Kate was afraid to interrupt him, but she was afraid of the consequences more and asked in a shaky voice, "But... but I don't have any skirts at all right now. I only have jeans!" "Fucking shit!" the voice screamed irritatedly in the receiver. "Okay, if you don't wanna wear only your bikini panties at school, you'll have to put on the tightest pair of pants you have. Pick an old pair that you wore a few years ago and they are thin and almost see-through. Make sure the entire shape of your pussy can be seen in the crotch at the front including the indentation of your pussy slit, and that they go into the crack of your ass in the back. They must ride low enough that the top of your ass crack shows." Kate could hardly stay conscious, but that son of a bitch kept on and on. "After your lessons, go straight to my place. You'll be observed at school by your close friend Natty, so don't fuck up. Obey the rules and have a nice day!" As soon as he had said it, he got disconnected. Kate knew she was trapped. She couldn't believe that the guy thought that the goddamned bully named Natty who always terrorized her and beat her hard several times when Kate tried to show off was a friend. One day when the 9th grader came across her, she had to lick all the dirt from her shoes. The girl was afraid of the bully saying that she was a filthy slut and now Natty was her supervisor. Kate was glad that nobody didn't know what she was forced to do by Natty. Kate didn't want to be blackmailed, but what choice did she have? The most frightening thing was to have to follow his extremely unbelievable rules, but thank God that her sexual ordeal would start tomorrow and today was the day of her training. Perhaps by tomorrow she'd manage to find some way out of that trap. Although she didn't see the way out of her situation. Speaking on the phone, Kate didn't notice that she had little time left to get her school and she still had to get dressed. The girl looked in her closet and couldn't find anything that met the voice's order. There were only tight-skin jeans that she liked so much. Finally the girl found the pants she wore a year ago when she went aboard. that met the voice's orders. She checked her cotton tight, transparent summer pants from a year ago. Without thinking it over, Kate struggled into the pants and rushed to the mirror to look at herself. The girl stared at the reflection and she couldn't believe it was her. The shape of her pussy in her transparrent pants and her bikini bottoms could be seen clearly enough. Kate knew what everybody's reaction at school would be. The pants rode low so that the part of the pubic bone and the top of her ass crack were seen. It goes without saying that every curve of hers was on display now. The waistband of her bikini bottoms weren't covered with the pants. Her T-shirt was cut off so much that it didn't come down very far. It looked like her entire stomach and the pubic bone were naked. Kate knew that she could be sent to the headmaster's office and where would a long discussion with her parents about her appearance. How would she explain it to them? Notwithstanding this horrible situation, Kate's pussy was wet. Confused, she flopped down on the bed and tears appeared in her eyes. How could it happen to her? The girl rose up, fixed the disorder on her face and bolted away to school. Going outside was the most terrible thing for her. Many people around knew her properly and they could tell her parents about the way she looked. Kate decided to run, but it wasn't so easy in her tight pants. Thank God she lived near the school. There weren't many people to see her outside as she was running. The adults who did see her shook their heads in disgust, except for some middle-aged men who rubbed their hardening cocks as this nimphlet was running by in her extremely tight pants that hardly covered her ass and pussy. A young guy watched her and almost shot off a load in his pants she was so hot! As soon as she entered the school horny schoolboys surrounded her. Kate understood that there was a high risk to get raped, but what could she do? Guys and even some of the male teachers paid too much attention to her this day. It wasn't surprising that the girl could hear some dirty words to her address from girls. On top of that, she felt like a dirty slut. All the attention got Kate distressed. Everyone stared at her openly. Of course, any normal guy would be carried away with such beauty and spring a leaking boner. Every boy she passed, except for faggots, got an instant dripping rock-hard dick. She had on such tight cotton pants that were so thin that you could see her bikini panties and the cameltoe. What made matters worse, they were really wet from her pussy's juices and because as she was moving, the panties cut into her fuck hole rubbing it raw and lubing it. The seam of the tight pants moved her pussy's lips apart and it made her clit ache. Everyone could see her parted pussy's lips as the crotch was riding deep into it. Kate's T-shirt from the party the day before was labeled "SLUT" and it had been hand-cut so that her navel and the upper string of her bikini panties made every male hard-on throb and drool. When teachers made their remarks on her appearance, her face flushed and Kate laughed it off, "Oh Holy Cow, it's only a new fashion-style!" Of course, no one was as stupid as she thought and didn't believe her and her classmates giggled. The whole day it had been lasting that day. Despite her popularity, the girl became more popular now, but she understand that they all just wanted to fuck her and nothing more. Feeling bad from all the abuse and thinking how busy she would be with her mouth stuffed tomorrow, at lesson she got a message. There was no ID on the display and the girl guessed that it was them, her blackmailers, again. The message was very short and frightening: GO TO WC ON FLOOR 3. She raised her hand to ask the teacher about permission to leave. "What's happened?" a teacher asked. "Do you want to add something on this topic?" "Excuse me sir, but no..." pausing, she asked in a whisper. "May I go to the bathroom?" The teacher, hoping to get another glance at her tight ass as she passed him, said, "Of course you may, fashion child!" His sarcasm hit her and nobody concealed what she was thought of. Making her way toward the door, she tried to move slowly, because her pants' seam that had cut into her fuckgash made her hurt badly. The guys couldn't be quiet, wolf-whistled and openly rubbed the wet lumps in their trousers. Other girls flushed and giggled and stared at the hard-ons of the boys in the classroom, thinking about which boys they would like to date. Even the teacher had a huge erection that he couldn't keep totally hidden. Still totally ashamed of herself, Kate reached the bathroom. There was one on every floor. Opening the door, she didn't know who sent her the message but knew it wasn't good for her and stopped at her tracks. There was Natty the bully who occasionally beat Kate for her money. Like Kate, Natty was a real knockout, but loved rough guys like her boyfriend Alex. Alex was well-known for fucking anything that could walk since he was 13 and he put up with no shit. Nobody said "no" to him, because nothing good would follow. Both Alex and Natty adored electronic club music and easy drugs. Glancing at her, Kate was about to run away, because there would be nothing good when it concerned Natty, but the bully already noticed her. Natty rushed to Kate and got hold of her long wavy brown hair and giving it a good yank, said, "Where are you going, stupid slut?" "No, I'm not a slut. Thank you for being kind to me yesterday," Kate tried to make Natty be friendly but it didn't work. On the contrary the blonde became angrier and slapped Kate's face hard, leaving red fingerprints there. "Are you calling me a fucking liar? I said that you ARE a slut! So answer me stupid bitch, who are you?" Natty yelled at her. Looking down at the tiled floor and understanding it would be better not to be pig-headed, Kate murmured with tears in her eyes, "Yes, I'm a slut." At that moment the poor girl remembered that several months ago Natty and her boyfriend Alex went into her classroom to get some money from Kate. On that day she had some on her for buying a new "Cosmopolitan" magazine and didn't want to give it to those bullies but that didn't matter. In fact they punched and kicked her so hard that Kate had to be in the bed for a week. No one wanted to get in the bullies' way! How could anyone be so rough and love to humiliate her? "A fucking cum-dump slut!" she yelled at Kate. "A fucking cum-dump slut," the girl repeated submissively like a puppet. "A fucking cum-dump slut who loves to lick ball sweat off guy's nutsacks!" Natty kept on enjoying getting her victim ready for the outing with the guys from the beach. "A fucking cum-dump slut who loves to lick ball sweat off guy's nut sacks," Kate replied again and noticed that there was a camera on the windowsill. "Cool!" Natty said. This pause made Kate happier and she hoped that everything was through. "But now that you've admitted what a fucking dirty cunt you are I want proof!" Natty said and it made her victim startle. "Lift your slangy T-shirt's hem up and lick your nipples!" Kate wasn't a lesbian, but made up her mind not to tempt her fate and longed to get out of that hell of place. She pulled up her not too long, tight, labeled T-shirt a little, because it hardly covered her tits anyway and revealed her nice young firm titties with the big pink nipples. She took her tits in her hands and lifted them toward her own mouth. Kate stuck out her tongue and hardly could lick her pink nipple around. The girl was ready to do anything for leaving Natty. "Sorry Natty, my tongue is not long enough to do it," Kate was ready to be slapped hard again as she usually was simply because she couldn't find any good way to avoid it. Never before was Kate sexually abused by the bully or anyone else and was only punched and kicked till they got what they wanted from her. Natty became angry and grabbing Kate's pouty nipples hard, pulling them up until they stretched obscenely from the slim girl's chest. Kate rose up on her toes in pain. Natty spat out, "Stupid cunt! You told me that you are a true cum-dump slut, but you don't even have rings in your tits. But don't worry, that's gonna be changed! And changed today! I said to SUCK THEM!" Since Natty grinned as she was making her comments, Kate knew that she would do anything she was told or be beaten to death. Scared, the poor girl so much tried to suck her own nipples as her torturer stood there and enjoyed how stupid the schoolgirl looked. The bully liked what she saw - a panic fear in Kate's eyes - and said, "You can't even lick and suck on your tits! I can see dried cum from yesterday's party on your doll face, you sluttish puta! That's right you'll often be covered in it and you should wash it away!" Kate was glad that she had been through with bad things, but after these words, Natty took Kate by her left ear and pulled her to a corner of the room. There was a bucket full of dirty stagnant water. Kate knew that nothing good was coming and started resisting. The girl was afraid of the consequences of her action, but knew that there was no choice for her. Kate couldn't blink as her face was plunged into the foul water. The girl felt like Natty was trying to get her drown and Kate didn't have strength to resist her intentions. The bully looked at the girl's futile attempts to breathe and finally gave in. Natty let her breathe, imagining how many things are planned for the day. Kate immediately began gulping in a great mouthful of air. "Bitch, you are lucky I didn't stick your model face in the toilet!" Natty said matter-of-factly. "Can you see those puddles of water on the floor? You spoiled this room's cleanness and as you want to put things in order, it's your job to clean the floor. Look how black and filthy the water is. But the good thing is that you have choices!" Kate had tears in her eyes and couldn't believe how they plunged into depravity deeper and deeper, but she almost got drowned and the girl would do anything to save her social status of beauty or she would be suicidal. The girl was glad that she was given a chance to choose, but got freaked out about the given choices. "You can do it with your tongue, tits or T-shirt," Natty continued. "I should warn you that your T-shirt will be soaked totally see-through and stink to high Heaven if you choose it." Shaking with fear and feeling totally weak and submissive, fifteen-year-old Kate raised up her short T-shirt so as not to make it wet as she cleaned the floor that was actually filthy. The toilets leaked and toilet water and urine ran from the stalls and joined the puddles on the floor. There were cigarette butts and even used tampons soaking in the spillt water on the floor. Kate lowered her pretty head and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing her eyes tightly, she began licking up the foul water like a small kitten. Natty looked at her in triumph wondering why she had never tried it before. "Open your eyes an dlick it faster!" the bully couldn't help saying it to her. Kate thought that her orders would never stop. The girl had never been humiliated so much. As she was doing she prayed that it would end. What if somebody would enter the bathroom and how she would explain it? Natty's hard voice brought her to reality. At one point Natty even yelled, "We'll see your tongue in usage later! Let's see if your tits do a better job. Rub your tits on the floor and see if that cleans up any water." Crying, Kate understood that her T-shirt would be wet now, but she could do nothing. She lowered her body more until her breats laid flat on the floor. Kate held them and started scrapping her titties around across the rough tiled floor. It hurt her tender nipples terribly and made them all the more hard. Her nipples nubs stood out. Natty stared at this beauty and couldn't believe that anyone could be made to do such things, but the blackmailers had great plans for turning Kate into a slut. Natty could watched for eternity, but she wanted that the whole class witnessed Kate in the lesson. Thus, she had to hurry and there were many things else to do. Kate felt uncomfortable as she was doing it. Natty watched her body's frame on all fours on the dirty floor and felt her pussy getting wet. "You know, my fucker will train you a little too and you know what I mean," she giggled. She called Alex, her boyfriend, "her fucker." She would have preferred the term boyfriend but Alex loved to be reminded what a fucking big-dicked stud he was. He also wanted all the kids in school to know that he didn't only date a girl... he fucked her! Kate tried not to think Matty's words over, because she would get upset more and more. The girl couldn't understand what her life would be if it was only the preparation for it. She tried very much to smile at the bully the way she asked. Suddenly Natty started her way around her victim. "Remember slut," the bully continued, "when you're in a doggy position, you must always arch your back so your cunt and ass are the highest part of your body, ready to be rammed by any fucker who comes along and your legs should be wide spread so when you're naked your asshole and cunt lips are on full display." Kate knew that it was stupid to resist it. She was a good learner and did everything submissively very fast, believing that Natty would soon let her go. She tried not to blurt out that she wasn't going to be fucked. "Now put your head on the floor and pull down your pants! I wanna check your fuck holes," Natty savoured the moment of some new experience. Kate hesitated, totally humiliated and shamed, because it was too much for her and some puddles were there. Natty saw her hesitation and decided to force her a bit. Standing behind her, she did some heavy kicks on Kate's ass and it was a considerable argument for her to obey. Sobbing and paying for the death, Kate started pulling the pants down. It was easy because the tight pants were 100% stretch and Kate got them around her feet. She understood that yesterday's activity was about to be repeated. Natty bent down to Kate's ass and undid the girl's bikini panties, which were tied on the sides. As soon as the bully untied the knots, the girl bikini bottoms fell down revealing 15 year-old pussy in all glory. Then she put them in her pocket and said, "I think that a fucking slut like you doesn't need to wear any underwear at all and if I remember properly, Serge told you so!" It was all right for her to be without panties, but what if she was told to go to a classroom like that. She couldn't be seen in public like that. Everyone would be able to see her puffy pussy right through her pants. "But Natty," she begged, "he told me it'll be tomorrow that the rules start. Please give'em back to me!" "Okay I shall if you show me the way you masturbate. Only don't use your fingers and don't try to tell me that you don't masturbate with a dildo. Do you have one on you? Don't try to tell me that a slut like you doesn't carry a dildo to school," Natty was playing with the poor desperate girl. Kate understood she had to please her, but not to make her mad. "I'm sorry, I forgot it today," she replied, trying to say it like a filthy slut. Natty looked sad, "Okay, can you see that mop in the corner of the room? You've got 2 minutes to find something like a dildo and start working your hole out otherwise I'll fuck you with that mop's handle. I swear to God!" Frightened, Kate looked around and being on her knees she crawled over to a waste basket. In the basket there was all kinds of trash including a beer bottle left from some girls who had been drinking between classes. Or maybe it had been planted there on purpose since it was the same brand beer as she had been drinking at the party. Taking it in her hands she brought it to her mouth. Kate knew that it would be easier if the neck was slippery. In a hurry the girl started licking the neck, trying to cover it in thick saliva. Kate stuck her tongue out and it ran along the neck until her saliva started dripping down from it. The bully liked the change in Kate's acting and she knew that it wouldn't be hard to turn this girl into a filthy slut. "Stick it in your hole and fuck it in and out. Make believe it's a nice big dick," the girl enjoyed her role more and more. Serge told her that it was the day of Kate's full-day training and the poor girl would try any possible thing. Thinking it over, she remembered about another girl she liked to torture. That girl was her boyfriend's sister and Natty also tried to push her so that Alex didn't know. Kate glanced at the beer bottle and understood that its neck was the same as her dildo. Staying in her kneeling position, she placed the spit-covered bottle lip at the mouth of her young tight pussy. Then she began working the tip of the bottle into her snatch. Kate didn't see, but Natty had a digital cam and she was taking it all on tape. She kicked her legs softly so that Kate spread her knees wider but the ankles were secured with her pants. It was a good footage: the pouty pussy lips stretched apart, showing her throbbing clit. Kate was getting aroused. The upper part of the bottle's neck went into her pussy. Then, grunting like a fucking sow in heat, the girl began sawing the bottle in and out, driving more and more bottle's neck into her slut hole. The young girl tried not to pay attention her blackmailer and she began feeling warm waves all along her slim body. Natty liked how her vicim moaned and another dirty idea stroke her. The bottle-fucking became wilder and wilder so that Kate didn't notice what was happening. Natty walked the girl around and put her digital cam on the window-sill. When she came up to her victim, Kate almost squatted over the bottle and bounced up and down on it sending the wider part of the bottle up into her pussy. She truly was a slutty piece of fifteen-year-old fuck trash. How does a fifteen-year-old girl get like this? It's amazing and more and more girls today think only about stuffing their twats. Natty stood at an inch's distance from the girl's face and pulled her panties aside. With closed eyes, Kate enjoyed the sensations the bottle's neck had been and she didn't saw that a clean-shaven pink pussy was there. Natty had never tried it before with girls so that was going to be something new for them both. As Kate was having an enormous toe-curling orgasm with pussy juice squirting around the bottle and spraying the floor, Natty pushed her head towards her lust-filled pussy. When their fleshes touched each other it felt like there was gonna be a thunder. Kate tried to free herself, but Natty wanted to savour that moment and released her. "I don't wanna make you do it," she said. "It's your choice! But if I don't feel your agile tongue licking my love-box, I'll tell Serge that you was a real pain in the ass and you'll meet the consequences." Natty paused and looked down at Kate's frightened face and then added. "On top of that, you're not going to wear your bikini bottom at all if you fail!" It really freaked out the sad girl and Kate didn't know what to do. She had never tried it and considered it too dirty, but what she could do. Like in a trance, Kate stuck her tongue out and touched Natty's private spot. Natty immediately got zapped as she felt the touch of that agile tongue against her teen pussy. She had never tried it before too and thought she should have done it a long time ago. How good it felt! Hesitatingly, Kate's tongue touched a baby-smooth pussy of her bully and she heard her moans of pleasure. Then the girl's tongue slowly ran up along the wet slit. As soon as she had tasted it, she disliked it and she felt like a filthy whore. Notwithstanding it, Kate had her tongue running up and down along this pussy. She tried to do it fast knowing that it'd make Natty cum faster, but it was too much to her! Pressing Kate's head tightly against her crotch, she whispered, "From now on, it should be your routine at school!Yeah, like this! Tongue-fuck my pussy, slut!" Kate's tongue brought Natty's to the abyss of oblivion and the bully didn't resist it at all. She felt her victim's tongue tried to get deeper and deeper in her slippery pussy. As for Kate, she didn't like it at all, but she was too scared. She didn't even notice how she kept on sliding her pussy up and down the bottle's neck. She heard her mistress moaning and it excited her even more and she really tried to do her best. It was good that her pussy was clean-shaven so that it was more comfortable for Kate to give her pleasure. Her agile tongue slid as deep as it could and her nose rubbed against the swollen clit. The girl did her best, hoping that she woudn't be tortured any more, but she didn't imagine what she was going to do all day long. On a sudden, Kate felt her tongue being clunched tightly with Natty's pussy. Both girls froze: the bully was enjoying the moment of having an orgasm and Kate felt pussy juice flowing down her tongue, straight down her throat. After several moment, Natty subsided and Kate made up her mind that it was time to get her tongue out of that pussy. The bully felt happy and looked down at her victim. She looked at her and her mouth was stained with pussy juice. Natty liked the sight and she took several shots of hers on tape. At that time Kate didn't even pay attention to all footage that had been taken. Natty liked the way the training started and she didn't know yet how she was going to do all things the guys had planned for Kate. She fixed her panties and she was about to continue training her victim. Kate thought she had to tempt her fate and asked, "May I stand now?" Natty made her way around Kate to look at her victim's pussy. The girl took her position on all fours instinctively and arched her back sexually. Natty liked how Kate was being trained easily. The bottle slid out of the girl's pussy and it shone with love juice. Some of it was even inside like some left liquid in. Natty could notice how opened up the victim's pussy was. It was well-used. Her pussy lips were slippery and red not pink like they were before. The wll stretched pussy it was now! "You wanna stand up, bitch," Natty started in her reassuring voice. "But you haven't accomplished your task!" Kate became frightened when she heard it and it was said in an angry tone. She was mentally ready for more, but she couldn't imagine what it was going to be. "I told you, bitch, to stick the bottle into your fucking hole. I never said anything about your useless cunt!" the bully screamed at her. Kate listened to her and she couldn't get what Natty was talking about, but she knew that there was nothing good in it. "I meant your small asshole, slut!" the bully said and it made Kate freaked-out. "So before you go you will have to fuck your asshole with the bottle." Shocked beyond belief, Kate knelt there on the floor, tears streaming down her face. It never occurred to her that her ass could be used for that. Natty stood there and thought if the girl was going to resign to her fate. She had been waiting for the whole minute when Kate made her move. Natty couldn't believe her eyes how easily it could be to turn a popular girl into a very submissive slut. Kate slowly put the bottle to the corrugated pink lips of her asshole pucker and pushed it inside. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't believe that she was doing, but Kate was scared to death. Being an asshole virgin the bottle didn't want to go in at all. It hurt her terribly and crying she tried harder and harder without success to fuck her own ass with the beer bottle. "C'mon ass-wipe, you can do it. Fuck your asshole with that bottle. Pretend it's a 6 incher at least," smiling, Natty kept on screaming at her. Hearing about the size Kate's eyes became wide and Natty decided to help her. She smashed her fist as hard as she could against the bottle's bottom so it slammed into the tender fifteen-year-old's asshole. Kate screamed out loud and slid in the puddles of filthy water on the bathroom's floor as her tight ass swallowed the entire bottle's neck. Her asshole stretched grotesquely as more and more the bottle was forced into Kate's virgin tiny rectum. Natty stared at the bottle and giggled. Kate's ass cherry was broken now and Natty herself tried anal sex several times, but she did it in some romantic ways not like this. "Ugh... I... I can't stand it any more! Please. Please Natty, that's enough," Kate squealed. The girl didn't think it would go that far and neither did Natty. What a sight it was! The fifteen-year-old Kate knelt on all fours on the toilet floor with the beer bottle sticking out of her ruined asshole and her wasted pussy was still dripping from her recent orgasm. Natty thought what to do next and punched several times on the bottle's bottom with all her strength. Kate grunted like she was being fucked by a horse. Her screams filled the bathroom and her ass was bleeding from such stretching. The bully felt proud and pleased with herself. "Fuck your stupid ass and show how much you enjoy it!" Kate was ordered. The girl knew that there was no way out and started doing the way she was told. As she was doing it, Natty took it all on tape. There was many sharp close-ups, like Serge ordered her to do it. It was very painful and kept on doing the way she had to do it. There were stains of blood and her pussy juices on the bottle. Kate sobbed but she didn't stop. Her rectum clunched tightly against the bottle and Kate thought that she would be torn apart. Sobbing, the poor girl had been fucking herself for a quarter of an hour while Natty put the camera aside and she was fixing her own make-up by the mirror. Kate thought she would pass out from the pain but the death never came. The girl had already lost all her cherries and only now she realised what was going to happen to her tomorrow. For real. The orders that the voice gave her that morning weren't a joke at all. "Okay," Natty said at last. "You are finished for now. Put on your pants and get outta here!" Kate was very happier than never before in all her life. She was free to go at last. She eased the bottle out of her ass and tossed it into the trash basket. Her stretched asshole hurt even more being unstuffed! At that moment Natty took the camera and began shooting her again. There was a purple ripped open asshole with drops of blood clearly seen in this high definition footage. In a hurry the girl stood up and pulled her pants up fast. She wanted to get out of the room until the bully thought it over. As soon as the pants had been in the place, Kate felt the tight material stuck against her tender pussy and abused ass. She even forgot about her bikini bottom, because the only thing she could think of was to get out of this hellish place. the girl didn't give a care the way she looked now. When Kate was about to pull her T-shirt down, Natty stopped her. "Slut, did I tell you to pull down your T-shirt?" the bully asked her. "I said to put on your pants and nothing about covering your fucking sow udders. Your next assignment is to go to your class-room bare-titted." Hearing what that vulgar girl wanted from her made her feel faint. "When you reach the door of the class-room, you can pull your T-shirt down if you want," Natty continued. "But if you don't obey I'll pull down your pants and stuff my cell phone in your cunt. You can believe me it'll ring when you are in the center of your classroom. I'm sure everyone will be delighted!" The only thing Kate could do was to nod. She absolutely lost the gift of speech. The girl wanted to be through with it as soon as possible and she, bare-breasted, was on the way back to the class-room. Leaving the bathroom, Kate hoped that no one would come across her. How could she explain her appearance then? When she left the bathroom and closed the door behind, she didn't know what was coming. On a sudden, three guys walked from the corner. The tall, handsome-looking one was surely the leader. He smiled a cruel smile and tried to be smart. "Wow! What a slut with her tits naked coming out here, dudes!" he said, grinning. Without wasting time, he acted like the boss of the situation. The guy stretched out his hand and squeezed Kate's ripe breast. It was so unexpected that the girl's tongue stuck in the throat and the guy kept on enjoying the firmness of her flesh. Then Natty turned up. There was a wide smile on her face and the bully was glad that her victim was so submissive. She thought that Kate was enjoying the guy's attention, but she was wrong. Natty made her way to the guy and pecked on his cheek loudly in a friendly manner. "Oh, I see you've met my friends," the bully exclaimed. "Step inside and this young girl who is eager to be a slut will show how to deep-throat guys." The bully tried to show that Kate was cock-hungry slut and the guys believed in this. Kate was knocked completely with her cool impudence and she did as she was told. The party stepped back into the bathroom and the guys were eager to get a free blowjob. When they were on the way there, they didn't believe in a free blowjob, but after seeing a girl that wore such a revealing clothes, the guys could believe in anything. It was so hard for Kate to get out of the bathroom, but she had to return there. Her nightmare was not over yet and it was about to start. The bully was just tempting her with the hope of escape so that she pleased her more and more sexually. They stood in the centre of the dirty room. The leader was behind Kate and put his arms around Natty again. Without giving it the second thought he cupped her firm breasts tenderly. Kate wanted to stop him, but she was afraid of ruining the situation. She knew that she would have to do whatever she was told. The leader kept on carressing her breasts, savouring the moment and her sticking out ass rubbed against his crotch. Kate felt his hard-on through his jeans and she liked it. The girl usually liked to tease guys, but she was at risk now. It was so much for the leader and he moved his mouth to her ear. He slowly licked Kate's earglobe and sucked it in sensually. It gave his cock more stirs and he looked forward to the coming moment of her lips around his cock. Natty stood there, looking at the young couple in love and it was too much for her not to be the boss of the situation. she liked pushing Kate's limits very much. "Slut, give him your sluttish wet tongue! I'm sure he wants to check it out too before getting a blowjob," grinning, the bully ordered. Kate hesitated, because there was no guarantee that the guys wouldn't spread the word about this event. She still couldn't understand that nothing good was in her future. The guy felt her hesitations and thought she needed a stimulus. He squeezed her already hard nipples between his fingers and pinched them so hard that the pink nipples turned into red. Kate screamed out for pain, but the guy liked it much more. Then he pulled them up, yanking and twisting. She knew that there was no way of arguing that and she was in a hurry to turn her head to the side for a kiss. The guy immediately planted his mouth on hers, but he didn't started doing anything. Kate understand what he was waiting for. She had to do it all herself. Her agile tongue slowly slipped between his slightly opened ones and met his thick tongue immediately. Then his tongue slid into her mouth in return and their wet tongues started struggling. Kate put her hand around his neck instinctively and she didn't noticed how Natty grabbed the cam again. The bully knew that it would be a great footage for a coming site. The guy squeezed her breasts for the best view on tape and he wanted to know to fuck her so much, but Natty ordered them not to do it in any case. The leader knew if she said it so, he'd better follow it. His hands released her breasts with his red fingerprints on them and they moved down her slim body. Enjoying with every curve of her body, their kisses were getting hotter and hotter like they were lovers, but no one even knew each other's name. Kate didn't even notice how her firm ass rubbed against his crotch asking for getting hot, she was accustomed to tease like that before leaving any guy with a raging hard-on. The girl didn't notice how his palms appeared on her pants' waistband. Without wasting time his finger started rubbing her pussy slit through sheer material and Kate didn't resist it at all. It felt awesome! She had to spread her legs wider for giving the guy more space. Everyone in the room could hear her smothered moans and his gasps now. The sound of their wet kisses could get anyone on the edge. The guy could feel the warmness and wetness of her pussy so that he wanted to feel her naked slit. He put his hands on the waistband of her pants and pulled them down slowly. The guy was surprised how easily they went down her legs, although the pants looked so tight. Kate was so overtaken with great sensations that the girl didn't notice how her naked ass began rubbing against the rough material of his jeans and a cold freeze made her more excited. He liked the way the girl acted and he thought it was time for some hot action. On top of that, Natty told them the outing for their actions beforehand. The guy took his hands away from her lust-filled body and he started unzipping his fly. He tried to do by stealth so that not to freak the girl out. As soon as he had unzipped his jeans, he pulled them down his legs releasing his hard-on. The first time in her life Kate felt her ass rubbing against a male's naked crotch. She froze a bit when the girl felt his hard flesh, but kept on her hot making out, because there was no way out for her now. The leader felt her trembling but considered it an excitement not fear. Natty did many close-ups on tape for Serge and Mike and she wanted to arrange some gangbang for Kate there, but it was prohibited. The bully saw several movies about gangbangs at her boyfriend Alex's place and she couldn't believe that it could be possible, but now there was going to be some blowjob session for three classmates in a row. Of course, Kate understood where it was leading, but her blackmailers had very many footages to make her life miserable. The leader slopped some spit into her mouth. She had never had such a wet kiss and it drove her crazy. His tongue was so thick and long that it went down into her throat. Kate imagined that it was not his tongue but his cock that she had deep down her throat. His hands wandered around her body and they had finally reached her clen-shaven pussy slit. Just at the very moment Kate opened her eyes. The girl saw Natty filming the whole thing in front of herself. If she had known that all her pictures and videos would be in the Internet by tomorrow, but Natty knew only a part of Serge and Mike's attention. If she had known it completely, the bully wasn't so happy and excited about it. Natty was going to star there too. Kate felt the guy's hard cock sliding along her ass crack and she wanted to be reamed, but it was just wishes not reality. The other guys were watching this hot making out in the dirty bathroom and they couldn't help rubbing their cocks through material. They thought they were about to cum in the pants. Of course, Natty also directed the cam to them to have all picture on tape. She glanced at the watch and knew that they should be in a hurry or she would be late for humiliation at class. The bully motioned to the others for getting undressed. Of course, she didn't have to repeat herself. The guys were in a hurry to take off their jeans and they stepped out of them leaving them on the dirty tiled floor. Natty wasn't surprised when she saw their huge sweat-leaking teenage cocks. It made Natty's pussy really wet and she moved her hand to the pussy. The bully had never been shy and she had to warn her friends again. "Guys, remember this slut's cunt and asshole can't be screwed today or you'll have real trouble!" the bully said to them and added some more to Kate. "Whore, don't forget to move your bare ass along his monster cock as if you're fucking him!" It was strange, but it was the first time when Natty's words made her happy. She wasn't going to fucked like a bitch in the heat. Delighted, Kate started moving like a strip dancer around a pole or a whore worshipping his cock. It goes without saying that it drove the guy crazy and he could wait any longer. If he waited some time more, he would cum on her back and ass, but he wanted her lips around his cock. While his cock slid up and down along her ass crack his hands were on her hips and made Kate move the way he wanted. The guys who were watching them began jerking off their cocks. The leader liked to be in the centre of their attention and he could feel the head of his cock poking at her asshole. It was stretched a little after bottle-fucking, but the guy considered that she was an anal slut. Everybody thought wrong about it, but Kate didn't give a care in her current situation. If Natty said nothing to them, he would surely fuck this cock-teaser so much, but the bully's word was the law for her friends. "Hey cunt-face, get on your knees!" one of the guys said after a minute or two of stroking his cock. "I want a tit-fucking. Now!" Kate knew that he didn't joke and she would have to make them cum as fast as she could if she wanted to leave the bathroom. The leader felt her intention to please them and released her. In a hurry Kate came up to that guy and knelt down in front of his cock sticking high in the air. Being in that position, the girl waited for him to start his dirty acting. But the guy stood still. She immediately understood that she would have to do it all by herself. Kate took his cock in her hand and felt how it stirred at that moment. It was a usual cock of an ordinary schoolboy, too small in comparison with the guys she met yesterday. The girl felt so dirty doing it and it looked like it was by her own free will. She placed his 6" cock between her ripe tits and pushed them around it, giving the guy enormous sensations. He liked it too much, but he wanted it lubricated for more pleasure. Thus, the guy grabbed his cock and it made Kate confused. She was about to ask him what was wrong, but she was too slow. Just at the moment of opening her mouth his cock slid inside. The girl understood what he wanted now. Kate started sucking his cock sensually and closed her eyes in pleasure. Her wet tongue was running along his vein-covered shaft giving it extra pleasure. She could feel a good quantity of pre-cum on its dickhead and knew that one of the three cocks would be pleased soon. Natty was shooting it on tape and it surprised her more and more what a nympho her victim was. Her job was to push her limits. The guy suddenly pushed her shoulders so much that Kate fell down on her back in that dirty bathroom. She couldn't get the reason of it and the only thing the girl could think of was the guy was about to cum. Yes, she was right and the guy wanted more freedom with her. So he saddled her chest as she laid on the floor. He put his cock on the cleavage and pushed her breasts around it, making a very tight passage for his ready-to-cum cock. Kate felt his strong grip on her breasts so that they hurt very much. The guy was moving his cock in and out of the created orifice and all his body trembled. He was about to cum and Kate knew it. As the girl was in the middle of prayer, she felt the guy froze. It wasn't a secret for her what was coming. Just in a moment several streams of cum spurted against her chin. They kept on spurting more and more until there was a sperm left in his balls. He came to himself fast and looked down at the girl. There was his sticky cum everywhere: on her chin, throat, her abused breasts and already cum-stained T-shirt. Then he stood up and pulled her T-shirt down in the place. Where his cum stains were on the breasts, T-shirt became see-through. "Oh, shit! What a great shot for her website, man!" Natty explained like she was a chil that was given a candy. "She's gonna be famous by this evening!" Kate heard it and couldn't believe what she had heard. The web site could be seen by anyone and even by her parents. She was so frightened thinking it over that she didn't noticed how the leader came up to her. Without saying anything, he sat down on her face and placed his hung balls on her lips. The girl was smart enough to get what the guy wanted. Kate stuck her tongue out and tenderly run around them tenderly. They were sweat and she repulsively sucked them in as deep as she could. It brought a loud moans and the leader became very audible. Kate looked aside and saw the third guy frantically jerking off. She kept on cleaning the leader's balls and the girl closed her eyes. As she played with his cum-boiling balls, he never stopped stroking his penis. "Oh fucking shit! I'm cumming, bitch!" he moaned in his harsh tone. "Swallowing is not allowed, bitch or you'll have to find more cum if you do so!" Natty commanded. With those words, he pulled his hairy balls out of her slippery mouth with a pop and stuck his cock to the balls into her mouth in one thrust. It made Kate open her eyes and there was a shock in them. His 6" cock was too huge for her. It reached the back of her mouth and it squeezed its shaft considerably so that he was about to cum. The leader felt the cum welling up his cock and started thrusting back and forth in her throat. The balls slapped against her cum-stained chin loudly and it was too much for him. When he finally plunged his cock into her throat so that only his balls rested on her chin, the leader froze. He throw his head back in pleasure and his back arched. Hot streams of fresh cum were shooting off straigth into her clunching throat and down the pipe. Natty was fast enough to made her way around them and started shooting close-ups of Kate's throats. There were gulps and she tried not to swallow the cum she had been given. Much of it appeared on the corners of her mouth, but she did her best. The leader didn't get it out until the cock went limp. He didn't pay any attention that it was hard for her to breathe. Even after it her throat kept on clunching tightly around its shaft, milking it. Kate's agile cum-covered tongue started cleaning the cock up giving more sensations to the guy and she couldn't believe that two guys had cummed and she didn't even know their names. She was so absorbed with her job that she forgot that there was one guy left. He knelt down by her face and started stroking his cock. Kate knew that he was going to cum by the sight of his rapid movements. "Hey baby!" Natty said to the guy teasingly. "I wanna see you cumming on her asshole!" The leader understood that his time was over. He took out his cock, shining with Kate's saliva and there were some globs of cum on it. The guy got off her slim abused body and thrusted Kate. The girl was flipped over on all fours now. She remembered about the position Natty had told her recently. She spread her legs wide and arched her back so much that her ass were high in the air with all holes on display. "Spread your halves with your hands, my slave!" Kate was ordered. It was so humiliated to be called a thing in front of the three boys that already thought her nothing special but a filthy slut. Of course, she spread her ass cheeks and the guys could see her ruined pussy and opened-up asshole. The guy had already been stroking his cock for ages and came up to her. He felt that he was ready to cum at any moment. The guy knelt down behind Kate and pressed his cock against the ruined asshole. The way it touched brought a thrill to the girl and to the guy. At that very moment his cock exploded. He was fast enough to direct the stream into her orifice. As he cummed, he watched the sticky globs of cum appeared around the brown hole. Some of it poured out and down toward her furtile pussy. It looked like some of this thick liquid got into Kate's pussy and Natty was good enough at shooting it on tape. When the guy came to himself and stepped back, but Kate kept on having her ass halves spreaded waiting another command. More cum went out of her tight, but the broken ass. The only thing the guys had thought about her at that moment was that she was an often used slut around the block. Checking the time, Natty was glad that there was some time left for Kate to be get humiliated in the class. Then one of the guys came up to Kate and pulled her light pants up in their place. They immediately became see-through on spots where pools of cum were left. "Your final mission for now, slut is not to swallow his cum until we are at Serge's place. He wanted you to show him your jizm-covered tongue. If you swallow this baby-batter you'll have to suck another dick to have cum in your mouth," Natty talked like she was a teacher. "Go to study hall, bitch!" After those words the poor girl was yanked to her feet roughly. Despite of everything, Kate was glad to be free to go and she rushed away to the class. The guys and Natty saw her ass running out and it looked like she was absolutely naked. The sloppy spots on the pants concealed nothing. Natty stood happy that she had an awesome footage in her hand and Kate's bikini bottom were on the bathroom's dirty floor. How the girl could forgot about them? Humiliated, the poor girl reached her classroom's door and she was in a hurry to pull her cum-stained T-shirt down to conceal her naked abused flesh. At that moment she even forgot that she didn't wear bra or panties and even her privates could be seen clearly enough. Even if she knew about her appearance, she'd never be back to Natty and her friends. The only thing left for her to do was to try not to look slutty in the class now. Now Kate understood that her life was in ruins. She knocked on the door and entered the class-room. Everybody dropped one's jaw. Kate looked like she was a participant of some WET T-SHIRT contest. Her hard nipples protruded through the material and some spots were sheer, especially by their areollae. On top of that, the pants didn't conceal anything and the same spots were see-through too, notwithstanding showing every curve of her body. What if she were asked for anything? How could Kate say a word with her mouth full of cum? If she swallowed it she would have to find another cock to suck and that freaked her out. All feedbacks are welcome at [email protected]

Author: russianguy26 ([email protected]) Title: a naive girl at Borisovo's pond Part: chapter 4 Summary: After her adventures at school with the bully, she had to see her blackmailer again. She and the bully made their way to his place, where Kate got acquainted with the bully's boyfriend. Keywords: MMff, ff, lesbian, oral, tease, masturbation, teens, blackmail, high school, slut, group sex Contact: [email protected] Chapter 4 As soon as Mark, the classmate who had fucked Kate, had left, the schoolgirls started their way to Serge's place, as planned. Natty glanced at Kate and smiled, imagining how many wild things she was going to try during her invitation. She stilll couldn't believe how easy it was to force her to do it. Natty immediately remember her boyfriend's stuck-up sister and she thought of doing the same with her, but she'd have time for it later. It wasn't a long way to their destination and they were there soon. Natty entered the password on the metal door's panel and both girls entered the entrance. While they were on their way to the floor where Serge's apartment was, the bully thought about Serge's reaction. He didn't tell her to make Kate have sex with anyone. She was sure that he would appreciate it. Finally they were there and Serge stood leaning against his apartment's door. He wore loose shorts and sneakers and the guy had a broad smile on his face. "Well-well-well, my personal highschool sluts!" the guy said, rubbing his crotch without confusion. Natty didn't like his way of speaking, because she was anything for her boyfriend only. She knew that Alex, her boyfriend, was at Serge's place now and waited for his hot ride. He could just get out and hear Serge's familiar manner of speaking. Alex just could decide that his Serge and Natty were more than just friend and dump her. She couldn't let it happen. Serge liked the way two stupid girls were on the way to him and grinning at the thought of upcoming actions. He appointed Natty to be in the charge of Kate's training, but this day would bring something new for everyone. When Kate came into his sight, his jaw dropped. He could clearly see her puffy cuntlips even although the girl wore pants. He couldn't believe that she went to school, looking like this. He decided to warm Natty up. She came up to him and turned his face so that Serge could give her a peck like a nice guy, but she was mistaken. Without giving it a second thought, he planted his lips on hers. Natty immediately got restrained. If her boyfriend went out and saw it, he'd beat the shit out of her. The bully sure knew that her boyfriend was afraid of Serge, although he tried to look like a real man. Natty made up her mind not to resist Serge's desire, because her likes and dislikes didn't matter now at all. She put her arms around his neck gently and the girl immediately felt his strong arms around her waist. The bully tried to give him the best time of life so that the guy let her go before Alex came. Natty acted like a grown-up: her tongue slid inside his mouth. Serge liked the way the girl acted and he was sure that he could do anything now. He had a hard-on from the intensive hot making-out and Natty couldn't help noticing it very clearly. Being in the tight embrance, the girl could feel the bulge in his shorts and she knew that she needed to excite him so much that Kate got what she deserved. These thoughts made her really hot and she could feel his hands slid below her waist and rested on her ass, squeezing it hard. Like the boss of situation, his hands slid under her flimsy panties. Natty didn't know how she should act, but the bully instinctively spread her legs wider. Serge considered it an invitation and one of his fingers had immediately found the spot. As soon as his finger had slid inside her teen pussy, the girl let out a moan. Serge liked it and he was happy to get acquainted with two natural-born sluts. There was no need to train them at all, they were already eager to try anything by their own will. As her breath burned his tongue struggling furiously in her wet mouth, his finger slid in and out of the tight pussy with an increasing pace. Then he broke the kiss and cried out without getting his finger out of her slurping pussy, "Hey Alex, you were right. Your slut's cunt is really fucking tight!" Those words frightened Natty very much. Her boyfriend could dump her right where she was and it wouldn't good for her at all. Much peopled appreciate their relationship, but she would lost everything without him by her side. She could hear his footsteps and Serge could feel all her body strain. He didn't want to push the limits very fast and ruin anything. After all, he didn't want anything bad for anyone except having a bit of fun. He heard Alex's steps coming up and got his finger out of her pussy. As soon as the guy had done it, he immediately heard Natty quietly saying "Thanks." He brought his juice-covered finger towards Natty's mouth and she sucked it in playfully. The bully was really grateful for unrevealing their little secret in her boyfriend's presence. She was so grateful that lowered her hand and gently squeezed Serge's hard cock through the shorts. Licking his juice-covered finger up and carressing his cock, Natty imagined how Kate's pussy was going to be ruined after getting fucked with that monster cock. She will do her best to make Kate the most popular slut around. The bully wanted to excite Serge more and more, but she couldn't continue or her boyfriend Alex would bust her. She was fast enough to move away her hand from Serge's cock and the guy got his finger out of her mouth just in time as Alex stepped out of Serge's apartment. "Holy shit!" Alex cried out when he saw Kate in a revealing garments. Natty's boyfriend looked strong, tall and cocky. He wore only loose shorts like Serge so that everyone could see his muscular body and some tattoos, inked on his skin. Anyhow, he was a rich guy and everyone who had known him respected his opinion very much. He was the leader of his friends and his self-confidence could convince surrounding people. Although, he seemed a cool guy even next to Serge, but he sure knew that he was no match to him. Serge was a real dangerous type even if he didn't show it. Alex stood and couldn't believe what he saw. There was a girl, wearing so revealing clothes that even strip-dancers could jeopardize. He knew that somebody would turn up (Serge gave him a detailed briefing of the coming training), but he never expected to see a school slut. Alex also noticed that Serge had a quite visible hard-on and it didn't surprise him, because he had the same one too now. If he'd knew that Serge's hard-on was from Natty's, Alex's girlfriend, sexual stimulations. Natty noticed that her boyfriend couldn't take his eyes away from Kate and she was glad that he liked it. She always tried to make him happy. Also, the bully was glad that she wasn't busted. Her dirty side of nature had been awakened. "Honey," Natty said to Kate. "Please show your masters the deposit of fresh cum in your mouth, because it's your only access for entering inside!" Kate felt dirty as shit. The quantity of males who knew about her nasty side was getting more and more. Her blackmailers Mike and Serge, her classmate Mark and Alex now had already known about it and she was sure that it was the beginning. It was only the first day of a new life and the girl already wanted to commit a suicide. What could tomorrow bring? Kate submissively opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Everybody could see a considerable amount of sticky cum on it. There was too much of it that some dripped down from it. Alex considered his girlfriend could be a real nasty, but it was beyond the limits. Staring at it, the college boy lost his gift of speech. He unconsciously embraced Natty and she liked the way it influenced upon her boyfriend. The bully immediately felt his hand resting on her nice ass. She was absolutely sure that she would use Kate in their sex-games. Natty turned her head to her boyfriend and give him a gentle kiss on the neck. "Oh, Gosh! Your day started well!" Serge was the first who came to himself. "You were a good girl, but don't swallow this and keep it for awhile." With these words, he glanced at the loving couple of Natty and Alex. He could see that Alex was still in a trance while Natty carressed the sensual skin on his neck with her wet lips and agile tongue. Grinning, Serge thought that they were enjoying each other for the last time. Everything was going to change soon. He looked down and saw that Natty stroked her girlfriend's cock in his shorts. It was clearly seen that he had a tent there. Serge couldn't blame him, but he couldn't help doing anything. Playfully, Serge just give Alex's crotch a slap and Alex doubled on his knees from the pain from this beat. Serge laughed out loud at his joke and he motioned to enter the apartment. Red in his face, Alex murmured something for that slap he had been given, but nobody paid him attention at all and considered it a good joke. He was left them alone with his blue balls to recover. As soon as Alex had recovered, he stood up and entered the appartment. When Alex stepped in the corridor, the girls were still there taking off their shoes. Natty saw his red face and laughed a bit. Seeing that her boyfriend didn't like it, she stopped and tried to forget about the thing that had happened. Alex closed the door and led the girls to the sitting-room in silence. The pain in his balls was almost over and he looked forward to having some wild time. As soon as they had stepped into the sitting-room, this cool guy flopped down on the king-size bed where Serge gave him a briefing about today's training about an hour ago. He spread his legs in his usual manner of a hip-hop guy to relax. Kate thought where to sit and she guessed that it didn't matter at all. Everyone in the room knew that she was going to be used and used properly. There was no way out for her. Thus, she made up her mind to stay on the floor with smiling Natty in front of an expensive wide-screened LCD. Due to the recent event, there was some silence, nobody knew how to start. Kate knew that she would have to do whatever she was said. Natty smiled at her and thought over the ways of the best humiliating of that schoolgirl so that to make her boyfriend happy as much as she could. Then the bully looked up at her boyfriend and saw that he had been waiting in anticipation. Natty understood that she had to do to please her boyfriend. As soon as she had been about to do it, Serge came in and the party started. He knew how to hit the dance floor. He entered the room and flopped down next to Alex on the king-size bed. Smiling at the two young sluts, sitting on the floor, he thought about how dirty they were going to be. At first, he wanted to know what Kate had done at her school. He wanted to know if she was a good slut. "Slut, this morning I told you about the training. Let's listen to what your tutor Natty has got to tell me and her fucka!" Serge said and Alex smiled, knowing that it was high time for the show. Natty was glad to start her report. She was fast enough to grab her purse and got the cam out. It didn't take much time for her to link it to the LCD. Then she pressed "PLAY" button and everyone saw what she had been recording in HD all day. The girl was so excited to tell them about Kate's activity, but Serge interrupted her as she opened her mouth. "I think we'll like your lecture during some lap-dancing!" Serge said and turned to Alex. "What do you think, man?" Alex was happy that his opinion was asked and Natty saw a devil's light in his lust-filled eyes. His only words were, "Yeah, naked lap-dancing!" His suggestion made Natty confused. It was the first time when he wanted his girlfriend to be seen in the company of outsiders, but she thought he was just extremely horned. Kate understood that the show had started and she knew that it would be worse if she did it the wrong way. Kate looked up and saw the bully start undressing slowly and erotically. She should do the same. The both girls didn't wear too much to take off. Swinging slowly, the girls rubbed their bodies erotically and the guys couldn't bear it any longer. The girls were in the shock as they saw it. The guys matter-of-factly threw their shorts away and revealed their hard-ons. Then they grabbed their hard cocks and slowly started stroking them, enjoying the sight of two school girls getting undressed. The girls liked what they saw and they were fast to finish undressing. The guys felt like they were at some strip-tease bar and they both said very rude comments and cried out cat-calls. Alex lost his head and thought only about having sex without considering that Natty was his beloved one. He had never let it go before. The first girl stepped forward was Natty. She was sure that she was safe. The bully considered that it was the training day for that stupid girl Kate, but she was wrong. The only thing that made her worried was her naked appearance. Her boyfriend Alex always resisted it. Although she tried to understand his mood and knew that he was out of control now. As soon as she had stood, smiling next to her boyfriend, Serge grabbed her hand. Alex and Natty looked confused. Serge made up his mind to try his luck now, although he knew what was coming beforehand. Smiling, the guy asked Alex, "I think this slut can please me and you can play with another!" He paused and still saw hesitation in Alex's eyes. It was clear that they weren't only fuck-buddies, they did love each other, but it wasn't the reason to give way. "I thought Natty is your slut, not the girlfriend. Was I wrong?" Alex heard the irritated tone in Serge's voice and he made up his mind not to be a hero. He was walking on the ice and he didn't want to lose the authority in the face of that respected guy. The college boy thought that it wouldn't big deal for Natty just to give Serge a lap-dancing. He could explain it to her later, but he had to play the game now. "Yeah, man. She's just a cum-dump of mine!" Alex said, trying to look tough and released his clutch. Natty was shocked by his words and glanced at him. Staring at his eyes, she saw the fear in them and she understood that he had no choice. So did she. Then she made some steps towards Serge and stopped by his side. Like the boss, he put his hand on her crotch and two fingers of his entered her pussy. She startled by the touch. "Smooth as a baby," Serge murmured, enjoying his power over everyone. The pussy was very slippery from anticipation of Kate getting fucked, but Natty was sure that Serge could try to drill her pussy too. The girl stared into her boyfriend's eyes and they both didn't know what to do. Everybody in the room knew that they were under Serge's command and they would do whatever he wanted. Serge just kept on grinning and fingering. His fingers to the knuckles entered her teen clean-shaving pussy. Her boyfriend looked down and stared at the way Serge's fingers increased the pace. Natty's juice poured down his fingers, making them glisten in the sun. Kate thought it was the perfect opportunity to turn tables on her torturer and she asked, "Shall we turn the cam on?" Natty immediately understood that it was a really bad idea. Serge just could keep the record for himself and it could get into some wrong hands. It could be a real critical stuff for Natty and Alex. Like Alex, Natty could be kicked out of the school for non-social behavior. The recording would have had two young naked couples on one bed. The girl and the boy didn't even want to think about their parents' reaction. "Good idea, my smart one. Fix it so that the entire bed is in the frame!" Serge replied. He could feel Natty trembling and the guy knew that he could get from her whatever he wanted with this tape. Grinning, he thought how nave these teenagers were, because he was going to have more dangerous footage of them all. Although Natty was in the deepshit of the situation, she had never stopped giving him a lap-dance. She tried to do it very careful or his cock could pierce one of her orifices and then she would be ruined with such a monster cock. The girl was real angry with Kate and knew that she would pay for her stupid idea. Thinking of possible ways of her hatred, Natty startled as she felt Serge's hands on her breasts. Although he hadn't been shy with her before, her breasts mauling was something unavailable. She glanced at her boyfriend and noticed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't have got the nuts to do it. Alex's lips were trembling, trying to tell Serge to stop doing it with his girlfriend, but not a word left his lips. He was very pale. Kate noticed it too. She was glad that she tried to make the bully feel bad. The girl knew it would be worse, because it was time for her to give her boyfriend a lap-dance. The blonde understood that she didn't have to plan anything, because everything could go the wrong way. Immediately the girl remembered that she would be made to do many dirty thing today and she couldn't delay it at all. So, Kate decided to face her destiny. After having checked that the bed had been in the focus of the camera, the girl came up to Alex and stopped by him. Kate didn't like what was going to happen, but she could change nothing. Excited and jealous, Alex couldn't take his eyes from the sexy body of Kate. Her clean-shaven pussy was right at a few inches' distance from his face. He stared at her pussy and he liked how fresh it looked. Although Alex was a college boy, he had already fucked a lot of pussies. Kate's pussy-lips were still red and hanging from the recent intercourse with her classmate Mark. side and Natty took her position on Serge, placing her legs along his. Alex looked at them with jealousy and turned his head to Kate and her pussy was right in front of him. He immediately understood that it had been her first time today, because her pussy-lips were still red and hanging. Mark's cock that the girl had served after classes stretched her pussy considerably and it couldn't still come to the normal condition. Kate couldn't imagine how to survive Serge's cock that was much more than Mark's. Staring at this fresh pussy, Alex thought it'd be honest to play with the girl the same way as Serge played with his. He brought his fingers and pushed them against her pussy's mouth. The college guy was surprised how tight the cunt was. As soon as he had thrusted to the knucles, Kate was fast enough to spread her thighs wider for a better access. Alex liked the tightness of her hole and it was pulsing around them in a moment. "Very sensitive cunt!" he thought, "Too bad that Serge is going to ruin it!" Alex was increasing the pace of finger-fucking Kate when Serge said, "Maybe stop your impatience and listen to your slut's adventures?" Alex felt like a dirt and glanced at him. He could see that his girlfriend was doing her best. Natty was giving him the best lap-dancing ever, trying not to get impaled on his raging cock as Serge smiled at him, holding Natty's breasts in his hands and twisting her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Watching it, Alex even got his fingers out of Kate's slippery pussy. Natty started her speech when Kate slowly took the position on Alex's knees, placing her legs along his. Despite of his disappointment, Alex's cock liked everything what had been happening. It was really hard and he easily placed it between firm ass cheeks of Kate. The girl started got his fingers out of her pussy and Kate took the same position like her bully did. The college looked aside at his girlfriend and watched her giving Serge sensitive lap-dancing. He could see Serge's cock sliding between her ass crack. One wrong move and his monster cock could pierce Natty's pussy. Alex thought it over and understood that it was too late to stop the party. He just had to join the party. Kate said on Alex's knees, placing her legs along his with his cock sliding along her ass crack. She tried to move very careful, because her pussy was really sore after Mark's cock. Natty's telling made the blonde more depressed. It sounded like she was sex-addict with all those guys at school. Her torturer tried to say it as colourful as she could and she could feel that Serge liked that very much. His grip on her firm tits tightened and his cock seemed better. Serge wouldn't believe her telling about all those dirty thing Kate had done at school if there was no video footage displayed on the big screen. Alex also watched and listened to what his girlfriend had kept saying. Serge thought it'd be very hard to make Kate fuck anyone, but he could see her being fucked on the screen. The girl was being fucked by her classmate and he couldn't believe that the girl had been spoiled her reputation forever, but Serge didn't give a care. He planned much more for her first day of slutdom. The guy was so much into it and looked down. He could see his monster cock sliding slong Natty's ass crack and he knew that he was going to fuck soon. Feeling that he was about to cum, Serge slapped Natty's ass and said, "Get off, bitch or I'll cum!" Natty was fast to get off his laps on the floor. She prayed that her boyfriend wouldn't dump her after all of this, but her pussy was on fire after that continuing lap-dancing. The girl was sitting with wide spread legs on the floor and stared at Serge's cock. It was so huge that she couldn't imagine Kate's slim figure impaled on it. The bully was like in a trance, staring at the cock and playing with her slurping that she didn't notice that Kate get off Alex's knees and she was next to her bully on the floor. Serge's comment brought Natty to reality, "You saw how good our sluts are, man!" "Yeah, you're right, man," Alex agreed and he waited for something special without considering Natty his girlfriend. His only desire was to cum. "Let's watch their everyday activity. I asked Kate to find some cum and keep it in her mouth so that you could enjoy the show of those cum-swapping sluts!" Serge grinned. Alex couldn't believe it. So did the girls neither. Natty hoped that her boyfriend would forgive her for all the things she had already done and for those that were coming. She knew the camera was rolling on and she disliked it. On the other hand, Kate was glad to get rid of that nasty cum that was in her mouth. Although the blonde had never kissed a girl and she considered it was wrong, Kate's pussy was leaking. She opened her mouth and everybody could see the white liwuid on her tongue. Alex could believe that it was true, because he thought it was possible in some seedy porn flick, but it was happening there, just in front of him. His girlfriend was fast enough to plant her lips on Kate's ones. Alike Kate, Natty had never tried it. She couldn't believe how eager Kate was when the cum-covered tongue slid inside the deep of her mouth, sharing this deposit. It was sticky and nasty, but Natty was sure that the guys were enjoying the show and she was going to give them the time of their lives. Natty's one hand laid on Kate's head for giving a really wet kiss, the other laid on the girl's pussy. Although Kate didn't want it, she was eager to empty her mouth and the girls' tongues started struggling. They both felt like a street trash, but they knew that there was no way out for them except of doing what they were told. Kate tried to relax and closed her eyes and she managed it. Natty's fingers laid on the blonde's clean-shaven pussy and worked on her clear properly. The guys watched them and the entire performance was taken on film and it was displayed on the wide screen behind the girls. Their tongue-struggling was clearly seen and sticky cum left their mouths, pouring out from the corners of their lips or dripping down from their agile tongues. Natty could feel Kate's moans and her hot breath burned her tongue. Kate could do nothing but kissing, especially when her pussy was being played. Natty's fingers rubbed the poor girls swollen bean in circles, making her pussy slippery. The juice poured out of her teen pussy and her things were shiny with it. It was too much for her and her hands carressed her body too. One hand cupped her perky tits, squeezing her swollen nipples between the delicate fingers and the other hand finger-fucked her bully's pussy. The blonde girl was ready to do anything to please Natty or she would be sorry, Kate sure knew it. The girls were took away with waves of pleasure when Alex asked, "Time to play with real toys, girls!" Natty broke the kiss and the sticky thread of cum connected one girl's mouth with another. The great quantity of that shiny stuff was seen on their chins. Like in a trance, the bully crawled towards the guys very slowly, leaving the excited blonde behind. Natty stopped her way between two guys and Alex was puzzled what she had been waiting for. She was his girl and she had to serve his cock properly, but she was in a hurry. In a moment he was struck by her putting her hands on his and Serge's cocks. The girl was supposed to be his and he wasn't going to share her, he loved her with all his heart. He just opened his mouth to reason with Serge, but he couldn't find correct words for that. Natty started stroking these cocks and she liked their size. She always thought that her boyfriend's cock was huge, but it was no match for Serge's. Serge's cock was a real cunt-destroyer. Despite of its length and thickness, there was a sewed-in ring under the skin in the midle of the shaft for better pleasure. Natty knew that it'd be a real experience for even a burned-up cunt. The girl increased the tempo of stroking these cocks, imagining how that stupid Kate was going to scream. Smiling, Natty asked the guys as she kept on stroking their cocks, "I think it'll be fun to know who of us is the best slut. Am I right, guys?" The guys liked what she had in her mind and let her lead the party. She left their leaking cocks alone and they kept on standing erect. The bully came up to Kate and grabbed her by hair. Kate squealed with pain as she was drug in a thrust towards Serge's monster cock. She immediately know that her tight pussy was going to be ruined forever and it'd never be restored. "Show him your skills of handling with a cock!" the bully said. The bully had to show everyone that she was in charge or she would be controlled like Kate was. Natty had to be in the flow this way or another. Kate was sure that she got some authority, but the bully had shown her place again. The poor girl was treated like a dirt and it got her depressed. Kate understood that she'd better start doing what she was supposed to do. Her mouth was still wet from french-kissing Natty and it made her extremely excited. It was something new for her and she was sure that she would have to learn more new things today. Kate made up her mind not to resist, because she sure knew that she was going to be a sex slave for these guys. She opened her mouth wide and took the big purple head of his cock. Serge had been excited for a long time and the girl could feel the taste of pre-cum on the cock. Although Serge was the boss here, he was gentle enough in comparison with Natty who was being really rude. As she started sucking her master's cock, the girl remembered the last time she sucked that monsterous piece of hard meat. Kate did her best and she managed to take the half of his cock inside. Her lips tightened around the shaft righ in the middle where the sewn-in ring was. Kate closed her eyes and tried to get accustomed to the cock. Her jaw was sore a little from its king size, but the girl finally managed to relax. It was so unbelievable, but Kate felt waves of pleasure, spreadig all about her slim body. She was glad that Serge didn't push her limits and she tried to give him the best time of his life, hoping he would protect her the bully. With closed eyes, the girl kept on giving him head and her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, giving the guy more pleasure. The guy looked down and watched Kate's head bobbing up and down between his wide spread legs. Then he looked aside and noticed that Alex and Natty were staring at her. Natty watched Kate and she liked that the girl didn't try to be a pain in the ass. Her eyes were closed and she tried to swallow as much as she could, but she could hardly swallow the half of Serge's shaft. The bully even saw that the blond wasn't only bobbing up and down the swollen cock, but the girl's tongue swirled around it. Natty had been waiting for it very long. Then the bully glanced at her boyfriend Alex and he looked dazzled. There were devil's lights in his lust-filled eyes and Natty was sure that he was eager to get some head. The bully put her hand on the top of Kate's head and pushed it, "Don't give him such a shitty blowjob. You are taught to give a deep-throating!" Kate became shocked when she was heard Natty's command. It was too much for her to deep-throat it. She was going to say it, but Natty's hand on Kate's head didn't let her go and the girl had to do what she was said. Her eyes were like two saucers when she was forced to swallow the entire cock. Little by little Kate swallowed more and more of Serge's hard meat, although she didn't think it was possible. Natty added more weight to her pushing so that the head of Serge's cock hit the back of her throat. Natty was very delighted and hold Kate's head fixed in that position. The blonde gagged on that monster dickhead, but tried not to choke on it. Her tears appeared in her eyes from the disability of breathing and her lips were tightly closed around the base of Serge's cock.. Serge closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure as he felt Kate's throat tightening around his cock wildly. He didn't resist a gentle blowjob, but he'd have never thought that the bully would be so active. As he took his time, the guy felt his cum boiling in his balls and Kate's saliva lubricated his cock. The girl tried to get accustomed to it and survive it. Her throat was clenching and Natty and Alex could see it clearly by the lump in her throat. It drove Natty crazy and she was out of control now. "Do your tongue work, slut!" the bully smacked on the side of Kate's head. Sobbing, Kate tried to swirl her tongue around his hard shaft, but there was no room in her mouth for it. Natty could see the girl tried her best, but it wasn't enough. The bully smacked on the side of Kate's head more, screaming at her to do a better work. Sobbing, Kate tried more and more to do what she was told. Natty couldn't help noticing it and she was surprised how that cock could be taken deep inside without saying about giving it a tongue work. Kate's throat constricted very fast and the girl could choke on it at any moment. Alex saw Kate's lips tightly closed at the base of Serge's cock and her tongue was seen now and then. It gave Alex some stirring and he pulled his girlfriend to himself. His only desire was to get the same treatment and Natty wasn't stupid to misunderstand it. Natty liked the '69 position and she climbed on the bed for it. Kate felt that Natty's hand left her head and she tried to get the cock out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw Serge's abs raising up and down as her tongue kept on teasing his cock. She looked aside and saw her torturer. Natty was busy doing her boyfriend in the 69. She was on the top of Alex sucking his cock like a crazy girl as he surely pleased her leaking pussy. Kate thought that she could relax now since the bully was busy. When she was about to get the cock out, she felt a hand on her head again. "Baby, you're good at it. Keep sucking!" Serge said. With those reassuring words, his strong hand pushed her head and she had to resume her blowjob. The girl's mouth slid up and down along the shaft until his balls slapped against her chin. Although it was hard for her to do, the girl did her best. When Serge noticed that Kate was convinced what to do, he removed his hand and the girl kept on working on his hard meat. Kate just knew that she would have to do whatever the three of them wished and decided to do it cobsently. The room became filled with dirt comments, moans and slurping sounds. Having the time of his life, Serge resistantly opened the eyes and turned his head to Alex. The guy was warming his girlfriend Natty, lapping her pussy and lubricating it richly with his wet tongue. Her pussy was dripping from it and her warm breaths were felt on his cock while she was working on it. Alex spread her cheeks apart so that both her fuck-holes were on display. Serge could see it and considered that she was a natural-born slut too. Despite of her young age, her pussy and ass were stretched from many sex sessions with her boyfriend. Licking her dripping pussy intensively, Alex enjoyed the sight of the inviting brown hole that was opened up a bit as he held his hands on her ass cheeks. Her boyfriend began fucking her ass several months ago and they both liked it very much. The look was so exciting and Natty's mouth had been doing a very amazing work on his cock so that Alex was sure that it was time to fuck her or he'd just cum in her mouth without enjoying her nice pussy. Serge watched them as he himself was being deep-throated by Kate and he knew that the time had come. The guy couldn't help noticing the way the young couple was in love with each other and Serge was about to test their relationship. He stretched out his hand to her slippery pussy and drove two fingers of his inside. They entered like oil-lubricated. When Alex saw them entering his girlfriend's love-box, he wanted to tell Serge to get his hands away from Natty, but he couldn't find correct words for it and just murmured something. Grinning, Serge started sawing his fingers in and out of her slurping pussy while Alex began teasing the clit with his agile tongue. Natty didn't know whose fingers in her tender pussy really were and she liked that Alex made up his mind to go down to the business. The idea of Serge, finger-fucking her didn't even occur to her. Enjoying the sensation, the girl wiggled her ass like inviting a guest. Glancing at Kate, she was glad to see that the blonde was deep-throating Serge's cock without being forced. Kate didn't just deep-throat, but she also did a perfect tongue work. She occasionally took his cock out of her sore throat and carressed his balls, sucking them in. Kate was becoming a professional cock-sucker in the eyes of Natty and these girls were sluts in the eyes of these guys. Natty liked the way Kate was acting and put her mouth back on her boyfriend's cock and increased the pace. How she loved Alex and she was ready to do anything for him! As soon as Natty's mouth had increased the pace, Alex rolled his eyes back in the head and stopped carressing her clit. He just threw his head back in pleasure and moaned loudly, burning his girlfriend's juicy pussy with his breath. The girl drove it crazy and she arched her back for giving a better access. The bully did her best to make her boyfriend happy. Little did she knew that those fingers weren't Alex's. Of course, Serge saw it and grinned when he got his juice-covered fingers out of her leaking pussy. Then the guy brought them to her inviting ass-hole and pressed. Being well-lubricated, his fingers easily slid inside, although he could feel its tightness. She didn't know that her ass was going to be stretched considerably today. It was too much for Serge to stay silent. "The tight ass your slut has!" Sere moaned. His words were noticed by everyone. Kate got Serge's cock out of her mouth and tried to shut it, but she couldn't; her jaw was really sore from sucking such a monster cock. She glanced at the reason of that fuss. The girl saw Natty sucking Alex's cock and Serge finger-fucking the bully's ass-hole. Frightened, Natty stopped sucking and got the saliva-covered cock of her boyfriend out of her mouth. She was so frightened that she was afraid of saying a word. The bully couldn't believe that her boyfiend let somebody touch her, but finger-fucking was out of question. Natty hoped that her boyfriend would take care of this situation, but he was dead pale. Alex wasn't cool now and he was afraid of making a move. He could feel that Natty stopped sucking and he knew that they could be killed if they disappointed Serge. Alex knew that everything was out of control and he let Serge do anything. As Alex collected himself to say something smart, Serge plainly said, "I wanna fuck the shit out of this dirty cunt! Wouldn't you mind letting me use your slut?" Natty was shocked by his manner of speaking and that her boyfriend was silent. Although Kate was surprised, she was glad that Kate's pussy was gonna be ruined, not hers. The tables were turned, so to speak. Smiling, she moved away from Serge's cock, knowing that her place would be taken by that bully. Alex didn't make up any smart things to say except of, "Sure, man. She's just a slut and I can share her cunt with you!" Natty was ready to cry from such words, but she understood that her loving boyfriend was made to say so to keep his authority. She knew that there was no point to call it off and climbed down Alex's body. Kate smiled as Natty climbed up Serge's body. The blonde could see the bully's pussy and asshole was juicy. Serge smiled too. He knew that he was the boss now and the party couldn't say "NO" to him. Natty saddled Serge, placing her legs along his. Then she got a hold of his huge cock and pressed it against her tight pussy. Despite of her pussy's wetness, the head of Serge's cock entered slowly, stretching her pussy to the limit. The bully moaned loudly as the cock tortured her pussy. Natty took it little by little, swaying on it and taking it inch by inch. Kate sat behind the bully's ass and saw it closely. Her jaw dropped when she saw Natty's pussy getting stretched and reddened by that monsterous one. Everyone knew that the girl's pussy would never be the same. As soon as the half of Serge's cock was deep in her pussy, Natty stopped. She knew that the sewn-in ring in his cock would just rip her to pieces. Serge saw that the girl was afraid of taking it deeper. He guessed that her tight teen pussy wasn't ready for it. The guy just slapped her ass hard, leaving fingerprints on it. Natty got frightened and slid up his cock and started going up and down. Serge put his hand on the cheek he had just slapped and squeezed her trembling flesh. "Why don't you take my cock deep your snatch, bitch!" Serge asked and slapped her ass again. "Please baby... I can't take it anymore. It's too huge for me!" Natty begged Serge. "Bitch, I ain't your baby!" Serge replied and glanced at her boyfriend. "He's your man who enjoys watching you getting fucked!" Kate watched the bully and she couldn't believe that Alex and Natty almost begged Serge to stop. She saw that her pussy was stretched off the limits and Serge's both hands rested on the bully's ass. All of a sudden, Serge squeezed Natty's ass cheeks and thrusted, burying the entire cock deep in her pussy. It was so painful that the bully cried on the top of her lungs. She was eager to get that monster cock out of her ruined pussy. Serge knew that she would try to climb down from his cock and left his hands on her ass cheeks to prevent it. It was too much for Natty and she squealed like a pig, but the guy didn't let her get accustomed to his huge cock. She was made to slid up and down his shaft. The girl looked down how grotesquely her pussy lips were stretched around the cock and some blood was seen on it. It went without saying that Serge ruined her would-be tight hole. He didn't torture the girl, because he knew that his cock was too much for even a burned-up whore. Serge decreased his pace and he had finally stopped. Natty was riding him and she couldn't believe that he was going to be gentle with him. Saddling him, she tried to relax so that her pussy would get accustomed to his cock. Doing that, the girl felt his hand moved from her ass cheek to her ass-hole. Natty knew that it drove guys crazy and didn't try to say anything. She kept on relaxing and it felt like her pussy getting accustomed to it. Serge liked his cock buried to the hilt in that stupid slut and he felt his cock being clenched. It was so awesome and he was having the time of his life. His hand instinctively moved to her ass-hole. The guy was sure that the girl couldn't imagine that he was going to fuck her ass hard. He slowly drove two fingers of his in her back-door. Natty immediately came back to life, but decided not to strike up a quarrel. Her pussy felt to stuffed that there was no room for anything and now her ass was getting finger-fucked. How surprising it could appear, but she began to relax. The bully immediately remembered about Kate and knew that she would do her best to make her pay for all the things she had been getting through. As Natty was making up a plan of the revenge, she heard, "Hey, man! She's your slut! Go and fuck her ass! It's still unoccupied!" The girl immediately came to herself and turned her head to her loving boyfriend. She saw sadness in his eyes and he stayed silent. Natty was sure that there was going to be a fighting between Serge and Alex, but she already knew who was going to be a winner. How Alex could let it happen: his girlfriend was mauled, called with dirty words and even fucked hard. Alex couldn't do anything. He knew that he would have to do whatever Serge told him. The only thing Alex could do was to save the rest of his respect in Serge's eyes. It was his only hope not to be treated like a shit. Of course, Serge saw it, but played the rules. He had some ideas about Alex and he was going to bring them to reality later. His mission now was to make Natty a dirty bitch. Natty was surprised when she saw her boyfriend taking off his shorts. As he was getting naked, Natty started sobbing at the thought of his next move. She understood that Alex would do whatever he was told. Trying to be cool, Alex put on a smile on his face and get off the bed. He stood behind his girfriend Natty and watched Serge's cock hammering into her overstretched pussy. Although he felt sorry for his girlfriend, he hoped she would understand that he had no way to do it another way. The look of Natty's pussy sliding up and down that monster cock made Alex extremely excited. He knew that he had to lubricate his cock or it would be really painful for Natty's ass. Glancing aside, the guy saw Kate kneeling and waiting for attention. It was time for him to chek out her professional skills. Grinning, he just turned to her and put his hand on her head. The girl already knew what was going to happen when she saw the cock in front of her face. Kate was happy to do anything to save her pussy. She opened her mouth just in the time. Alex slowly drove his cock down her throat until his balls hit her chin. Although the girl had already deep-throated a real monster cock, Serge's cock, she couldn't still get accustomed to do it. She knew that she had to do more practice in it, but the guy wasn't going to give her chance to think it over. Alex just started fucking her mouth and Kate could do nothing. It made her choke, but she knew that she'd have to like deep-throating this or another. The girl was sure that she would give head very often. Despite of that rough face-fucking, Kate closed her eyes and tried to relax. She wanted to relax so that she could enjoy it. Little by little, the girl got relaxed and she started increasing the pace of her sucking herself. Her tongue started swirling along Alex's cock, covering it with saliva. The girl was like in a trance and she didn't care if she was a slut in somebody's eyes. The girl's slurping sounds and clenching throat around his cock drove the guy crazy. Alex felt his cum boiling in the balls and he knew that he wouldn't last long if he continued. Alex wanted to cum in this slut's throat, but he had to fuck Natty's ass or Serge could punish him and he didn't want to imaine what it was going to be. Slowly Alex pulled his cock out, watching the saliva-covered shaft sliding out of her mouth. As soon as the head of his cock left Kate's warm mouth, the tip of it sprang up and hit against his abs. It left wet traits there and he stepped up to the youth fucking on the bed. He had never had threesome and considered it something dirty. He could never imagine that he was going to try it, especially with his lover. Not everyone tries such a thing in his life and especially not at that young age. Alex got on the bed and took his place behind his girlfriend's ass. He just put his hand on her back and everyone was ready for more. Natty knew that there was no way back and arched her back, giving her boyfriend a better access. Serge stopped thrusting into her ruined cunt and froze. He also took his fingers out of her ass-hole. Alex looked down at it and saw that it was pretty stretched. Withought giving it a second thought, he pressed the tip of his cock against that hole. Natty froze in awaiting of pain, but it wasn't. She felt her ass-hole getting stretched to the limit, but Alex managed to do that penetration painless. It didn't take much time to drive the intire cock inside her tight ass-hole. The guy heard Natty gasping as she tried to get used to the two cocks stuffed in her both teen orifices, but the guys didn't bother it. They just started moving and Natty thought she was going to be ripped to pieces. Serge and Alex tried to find the rhythm and it didn't take much time. Kate sat on the floor and she could see it in the first row. She saw two huge cocks sliding in and out of the orifices. Kate thought that she would die if she were in Natty's shoes. On top of that, all that drove her crazy. Ashamed of herself, her hand moved down her body until it had appeared on her pussy. It was already slippery. Kate seldom masturbated, but she couldn't help masturbating now. It felt so awesome when her fingers flicked on her swollen clit and warm waves spreading along her lust-filled body. The moans of the four of them filled up the room and everyone was having the time of their lives despite of the situation they were. The rhythm of Alex that had been pumping his girlfriend made Kate increase the pace, too. She felt her pussy clenching and her toes curling. The girl closed her eyes in pleasure and she was being overtaken with coming orgasm. Her juice was pouring out and she had finally stuck two fingers of hers deep in her slippery pussy. It was the time for her to have orgasm and the girl froze. Kate liked the sensation of her fingers clenched in tight pussy. Coming to herself, the girl's breath was slowly restoring after having the toe-curving orgasm. She opened her eyes, but everything was blurred. Like in a trance, Kate brought her juice-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked them in, having the time of her life. Enjoying it, her sight had finally focused on the pile of sweating bodies in front of her on the king-size bed. Kate had finally seen that they stopped their marathon and froze. In a moment she saw Alex pulling his cock out of his girlfriend's well-used ass-hole. As soon as he had done it, Serge resumed to fuck her. She watched it like a cock-addict and saw a thick stream of cum poured out of her abused asshole. The cum made its way down and it made Serge's cock that had been pumping Natty's pussy look dirty. After a long rough fucking her ass-hole couldn't close and it appeared so gross for the young girl Kate. As she was shocked and hypnotized with that look, the girl lost Alex out of her sight. When she came to herself Kate saw Natty's boyfriend next to his girlfriend. He was in the seventh heaven and his cock was wasted between his legs. Kate didn't know what was wrong with her, but she thought she had to clean it. The cock was still covered in globs of cum. The girl made her way to him and took the cock in her hand. Alex didn't said anything when he felt the clutch of her hand. He just knew whose hand it was and he didn't hesitate that Kate was a nature-born slut. In a moment he felt the lick of her tongue on his sweat balls. Alex didn't resist it at all and he didn't have to say the girl what to do. It seemed like Kate knew what she had to do. As the girl was busy servicing her bully's cock, she heard that Serge and Natty's moans became louder. It excited her much and Kate sucked one ball after another in, making Alex gasp. The girl could feel his cock getting hard in her warm mouth. She was obsessed very much when she heard Serge. "Slut, I'm gonna flood your cunt if you keep like that!" Serge said, constntly increasing the tempo. These words frightened Natty, "Baby, please don't make me pregnant!" "Maybe, you'll be lucky and it'll be OK or you're gonna be young mommy in the school!" Serge suggested. "Please, don't cum inside me pussy! Pleeeease!" Natty begged his mercy. The bully felt Serge began pumping her pussy up and she felt his cock throbbing. The girl was smart enough to understand that he was about to cum. "Please cum in my mouth. Cum in your good slut's mouth!" Natty tried her best to reason with him. After hearing it, Serge slapped her ass hard and left his strong hands on her cheeks. There was no way for her to climb down that monster cock. Frightened as hell, Natty started thinking about possibilities. Her pussy was sore from that hard pounding. "You can fuck my ass and cum in there, stud!" the girl said with trembling lips. She was sure that his cock rip her apart, but Natty could let herself have a baby. As soon as the girl had pronounced those words, Serge pulled her from his juice-covered cock and threw Natty on the bed. The girl's pussy was unstuffed and sore as hell. She immediately put her hand on it, trying to decrease the pain. Her pussy was so stretched that they looked like a butterfly. They were hanging and purple. Her pussy was so sore that she didn't give Kate sucking her loving boyfriend's cock a care. The only thing she cared for now was her extremely-stretched pussy. Natty thought that her entire hand could enter it. Serge saw this sobbing bully and thought that there is somebody bigger than you in the world. He felt sorry for her, but knew that it would hurt at first, but then it'd be Ok. He looked at Alex and saw that Kate was on fire, serving Alex's cock, but she had been shy recently. The training day went perfectly. He moved over to Natty's legs and positioned himself between her legs. The bully kept on covering pussy, trying to recover her pussy, but it didn't work properly. Serge pressed his two fingers against her cum-stained ass-hole and they entered easily. Sawing his fingers in and out, he said to her, "Even horse's cock won't be enough after I'm through with you!" Serge started but-fucking her fast, stretching her ass wider. Then a nice idea struck him. He got his fingers out of her teen ass and they were covered richly with Alex's jizz. He brought them against her pussy and Natty like a good slut took her hands away from her abused pussy. Only when his cum-covered fingers were inside her pussy, the girl guessed that she could get pregnant from Alex's cum. Natty wanted to tell him to stop it, but she knew that it was late for it. Serge liked the way the girl acted. He was sure that she wanted to say some stupid thing like "Don't do that!", but she knew that it was she wanted. Then he got his fingers out and brought them to her mouth. Withought giving it a second thought, Natty opened her mouth and licked away all the cum from it. Like in a silent movie, he made Natty get into a position that was convenient for him. The girl laid on the back with her legs apart. Serge pulled her ass in the air so that her feet were behind her ears. He put his hands on her ass and spread its cheeks a bit. Her both orifices were wide opened and they couldn't close. There was a crust of the dried-up cum around her backdoor. As a matter-of-factly, Serge pressed his cock against her puckered hole and thrusted it hard, burying it to the hilt. Natty didn't expect it and squealed like a pig, but it didn't stop him fucking her ass. Her squealing attracted Kate's attention. She glanced aside and saw that Serge's monster cock was pumping in and out of her ass-hole. The rest of Alex's cum was splashing out of the abused hole so that the globs of it landed on Natty and Serge's thighs. Natty squealed and she couldn't believe that it was happening with her. It felt like her ass was being fucked with a log. From such an enormous pain, the girl even forgot about her sore pussy. She couldn't believe why it was happening with her not with that slut Kate. Serge's cock held her tight as his cock hammered her would be tight ass-hole. The girl could smother her cries and they filled up the room. Natty even forgot that all this sequence was being shot on cam. Kate tried not to watch that brutal fucking, because it was her who was supposed to be used like that. She got her attention back to Alex's cock and the girl made it well-polished in a moment. When she got it out of her mouth it was shiny. Her jaw was sore from intensive cock-sucking and the girl was glad that she had finally finished her job. As soon as he had breathed out, Serge grabbed her hair and brought to his cock. He needed her mouth to clean his wasted cock. It didn't take much time for him to cum in the tight teen ass of Natty. So, Natty was a lucky girl but she wouldn't be so lucky the next time. Kate opened her mouth and swallowed Serge's wasted cock. She run her tongue along the lenth of the shaft, collecting all the globs of cum she could find. Kate was pretty good at it and she began getting the point of it. She was a quick learner. Serge thought that she did a good work with her agile and pushed Kate to Natty's ass. The girl was confused. She didn't understand properly what she had to do until Serge pushed her head so hard that her nose bumped against the widely-stretch ass-hole of Natty. Kate's nose immediately became cum-stained. She guessed that Serge wanted her to lick all the cum away, but how he could wanted to do such a dirty thing. Remembering that it was her training day, Kate considered that many dirtier thing would follow and she hurried to do what she was wanted. The girl stuck her tongue out and licked Natty's ruined ass-hole. Her flesh startled from this touch. Collecting thick globs of cum, the teenager could taste a mix of jizz, shit and blood. It was so disgusting, but she tried to clean Natty's ass as soon as possible. Serge saw that everything went as planned. He came up to Alex and gave him fives. It made him happy that Serge still could considered him a cool guy and they started joking about these girls. They both called them names as they got dressed. They were full-dressed and Kate kept on licking Natty's ass-hole. As soon as the guys left the room, Natty pushed her fro her said, "You'll pay for this, you stupid slut!" After that, they started getting dressed in silence. Kate wanted to ask Natty to give her panties back, but she knew that the bully wasn't in the mood for being good. So she didn't said anything about it. She could see that Natty's body was in pain, because she could hardly move properly. "Holy-moley!" Serge cried out when he entered. "Sluts are ready for adventures." With those words he walked them the door. Then he made his way to the sitting-room to give a call. He dialed up and waited for the answer. When he heard his friend's voice, he said in an excited tone, "Yo, amigo. I've got a great news for you. Some wet cunts will drop by today and be friend, make a session." "Sure, bro!" his friend's voice replied and after saying good-byes to each other the connection was broken. Standing with the phone in his hand, he noticed a cell phone on yje bed. He immediately figured out that it was Alex's cell. Of course, he wasn't planning to give it back. Perhaps, Serge could find some great contact list in it. He was about to check it, but there would be time for it. Your comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated at [email protected]

We assembled in the lobby, all seven of us naked, and it was the first time I really got a good look at the other women. More than anything, I was shocked at how young Melissa was. She couldn -(TM)t have been more than twenty. She was gorgeous -" almost six feet tall, skinny, flawless alabaster skin, with blonde curls almost to her bellybutton. I -(TM)m sure she had had loads of sexual experience -" she probably had to fight the boys off. But I couldn -(TM)t imagine what would lead a girl so young to a place like this. Peggy was clearly an old pro. She had jet-black hair in a pixie cut, rings in both nipples, and a tattoo that read, -slut for black cocks - across the top of her ample right breast. I had heard most women got their tattoos in places that were easy to hide -" the ass, the inner thigh, right above the pussy. But if she wore anything at all low-cut, her proclivities would be announced to the world. I asked if she had gotten it at the Resort, and she told me this was her seventh time here, but she -(TM)d only been successfully bred twice. She was hoping for number three this week. She asked me if I had been bred yet. I was still nervous about talking about this stuff, but I figured if I was ever going to start, now was the time. -Not -- I mean -- I have two kids -- but they -(TM)re my husband -(TM)s. This will be my first -- my first black baby. - She smiled and squeezed my arm. -I bet it won -(TM)t be your last. There -(TM)s no feeling more powerful than being bred by black men. Especially the way we do it here. - A few of the other women made some noises in agreement. I looked around at them. A 30-ish white woman with a shaved head wearing a slave collar they hadn -(TM)t made her remove when they took our clothes. An Indian girl, light-brown-skinned, with a ring in her clit and a tattoo of the Ace of Spades on her belly and another just above her slit that said -black owned. - Another white woman, pale as a ghost, with red hair stopping just shy of her light pink nipples. I didn -(TM)t see any tattoos or piercings, just a gold wedding band on her left hand. An Asian woman with a sleeve of tattoos on her right arm -" they weren -(TM)t even R-rated, so I assume she didn -(TM)t get them here -" and blonde streaks in her long hair. I felt very unhip compared to these women. I didn -(TM)t have any tattoos (yet), nothing was pierced but my ears, and my blonde hair was short, straight, and in a conservative cut that made me look like a soccer mom. Hell, I was a soccer mom! I dropped my two blond-haired boys off at practice every Sunday morning! So, what the hell was I doing at the Resort? * * * * * It started ten years ago, before I was even married. Cuckolding had gone pretty mainstream since people first started talking openly about it back in the 2010s. I -(TM)m not saying it was something you -(TM)d bring up on a first date or put on a resume. But it was about where S&M was a generation before -" definitely a kink, but something that at least some people weren -(TM)t ashamed of being open about being into. My husband Dave was one of those people. I knew when I married him that he wanted me fucking black men while he watched, and before long most of our friends knew too. You -(TM)d think a even a lily-white couple like us wouldn -(TM)t be so hung up on race in this day and age, but those taboos die hard. There was still something thrilling about watching a black cock rubbing up against my blonde bush. I couldn -(TM)t help myself; I got into it as much as Dave did. Shit, how could I not? The sex was great! I began to wonder how -normal - married women could stand it, having sex with only one man. I had been with five men before I met Dave, and more than twenty since. I eventually settled on a stable of four or five regulars who -(TM)d I -(TM)d get together with every so often. Every one of them had a cock significantly bigger than Dave -(TM)s six inches, and while that may have made him feel inadequate, he couldn -(TM)t hide how erotic he found it. We talked all the time about how those cocks went to a place inside me that he just couldn -(TM)t reach. In fact, I nicknamed my favorite lover Captain Kirk, because his eleven inches had boldly gone where no man had gone before! So we were a regular couple, going to work, barbecuing with the neighbors, but once or twice a week, I -(TM)d get to fuck a well-hung stud a few times while my husband watched. It was a pretty great deal. We took a break for a few months so Dave could get me pregnant -" fortunately, I conceived easily -" but I fucked my black friends all through my pregnancy, and picked right up again two months after giving birth. At one point, Kirk had his cock buried deep inside me, both of his hands were on my belly, and he said something about how he wished he had been the one to plant a baby in me. Pretty sure I had an orgasm right then and there, but I didn -(TM)t take it seriously except as a fantasy. But something changed in Dave that day. He started to obsess over the idea. He kept telling me my next baby was going to be black, and asked me if I wanted Kirk to do it, or whether I wanted to fuck five or six guys and not know who the father was. I -(TM)ll admit that I enjoyed the fantasy, but I told him firmly it was just that. But we did indulge the fantasy a bit more. We started getting together with other couples into the cuckold lifestyle, and a few were talking seriously about the wives being black bred. Dave talked about it like it had already been decided. I wasn -(TM)t so sure. I mean, at this point it wasn -(TM)t unheard of. Back in high school, one of my friends had a little sister who was half-black, and her parents (both white) were still together. And of course, there -(TM)s that blonde actress -" you know who I mean -" who married that English guy and then let that basketball player get her pregnant. They all talked about it so openly. It made a lot of people uncomfortable, but it made some of us feel like we weren -(TM)t so strange for wanting this so badly. So it wasn -(TM)t unthinkable. But it was still a pretty big deal. I think that -(TM)s why people had started to be fascinated with cuckolding -" not too many things were taboo nowadays. There were gay couples celebrating their golden anniversaries; the receptionist at work wore a leather slave collar and would wear backless tops to show off the whip marks she had gotten the night before. Pretty much anything sexual was out in the open. But a married woman getting pregnant by a man who wasn -(TM)t her husband? On purpose? With her husband -(TM)s encouragement? That was still a big leap for most people to take. Dave couldn -(TM)t hide his disappointment when I wasn -(TM)t ready to take the leap. I told him if he gave me one more baby, I -(TM)d think about it for the next one. Even some of my friends were disappointed -" I hadn -(TM)t realized how many of my monogamous friends had been living vicariously through me until that moment. I swear a few of them were in league with Dave, who spent the next two years wearing me down. All through my second pregnancy, he -(TM)d rub my swelling belly and talk about how the next one was going to be black, or he -(TM)d wonder out loud at who the father would be. My friend Yuki kept at me too -" -So he wanted another man, one with a huge black cock, to knock you up? Shit, if my husband said that to me, I -(TM)d be pregnant by tomorrow morning! - But is was Annie who finally convinced me. She was one of our friends from an online cuckold group. We hadn -(TM)t seen her for a few months, and when we went over to their place, she surprised me with a round, swollen belly and an unmistakable glow. I was pretty far along myself at that point, but I didn -(TM)t even know she was pregnant. My maternal instincts kicked in and I squealed with excitement. -Oh my God! How far along are you! Why didn -(TM)t you tell me! - -I wanted to surprise you! It -(TM)s going to be a girl! Black, of course. - Of course. -Damn. So you went through with it? Was it that guy you -(TM)d been seeing? - Unlike some of the cuckolding wives I knew, she had one steady black stud she had been seeing for years. I took in the sight of her -" Annie had a sweet, innocent face, with red hair and freckles, and looked five years younger than she was -" and she was only 24. That made the idea of her fucking a muscular black man in front of her husband seem all the sluttier. She was wearing a tiny top that exposed her baby bump completely, and showed off her plump, pregnancy boobs nicely. She was showing off as much of her pale white skin as possible -" I couldn -(TM)t get the image out of my head of her black boyfriend fucking a baby into her. -Oh, you have no idea. - She paused dramatically. -I went to The Resort. - I could hear the capital letters in her voice, but I didn -(TM)t know what resort she meant. Over the next hour, she enthusiastically filled Dave and I in on every detail. * * * * * We had some time to kill before the proceedings started -" or, maybe this was part of the proceedings, sitting on the couches in the hotel lobby, getting to know your fellow black cock enthusiasts. Apart from Peggy, we were relative newcomers, and I was surprised to learn not all of us were in the cuckold lifestyle. The Asian woman -" Sung -" was there for the first time. She wasn -(TM)t married, she just wanted a baby and didn -(TM)t care too much about the black thing. I was still impressed that she wanted to get her baby this way, but she said it seemed a hell of a lot more fun than doing it in a doctor -(TM)s office. The Indian girl, Nima, was cuckolding her white husband. It was her third time here, and she was really hoping she -(TM)d catch this time. She said she got the Ace of Spades tattoo her first time. I asked if she got the -black owned - one her second time and she laughed. -I got this at midnight on my eighteenth birthday, the first minute it was legal. And I -(TM)ve lived by it. Only black men have been allowed to touch me, from my first kiss to my dying day. I knew from a pretty young age that I wanted lots of big, black cocks inside me. - She seemed about my age, early 30s, so I assumed she had had her fair share of cocks over the years. -But your husband --? - -He -(TM)s white. I keep his little dick locked in a cage. He fucking loves it. - -But if you don -(TM)t want to fuck him, why didn -(TM)t you just marry a black guy. - -Oh, believe me, I was tempted. But think about it. If I married a black man, I -(TM)d only be fucking him. With my cuckold wimp of a husband, I can fuck loads of guys. - I could see the excitement in her eyes, thinking about the week she had ahead of her. The girl with the shaved head didn -(TM)t say much. She gave her name as -slave, - and only said that her Master had sent her here, -to be punished -- and rewarded. - I assumed there -(TM)d be some S&M shit as the punishment, and the baby was the reward, but who knows. Maybe it was the other way around. The redhead was named Molly, she was 24, and a newlywed. She had practically come straight from the altar, in fact. -I got married yesterday! This is my honeymoon. My husband will be at home, watching the streaming video. He really wanted me black bred, so I figured, why wait? We were going to have a bunch of guys do the honors on our wedding night, but then I found out about this place. Today will be the first time I -(TM)ve ever had unprotected sex. I never have with my husband, and I probably never will. We always used condoms before, and we both agreed he -(TM)s only going to fuck my ass now that we -(TM)re married. We both love the symbolism -" I -(TM)ll be shitting out his weak sperm while superior black men -(TM)s seed will soak into my womb as nature intended. I -(TM)m so happy we got the timing so close -" I wanted to be bred on my wedding night, but it -(TM)s at least within 24 hours. - The Resort scheduled visits very carefully. They were timed to your cycle so that you were ovulating while you were here, ideally early in the week. If your period came off-schedule, you -(TM)d get bumped a week forwards or backwards, and if they didn -(TM)t have room, you could be rescheduled months down the line. From what I heard, Molly seemed like the typical customer -" a white, married woman like myself, who shared a deep cuckolding fantasy with her husband. But it was Melissa -(TM)s story I was dying to hear, and it didn -(TM)t disappoint. -It -(TM)s my graduation present. From my parents. - My jaw dropped. -Your parents -- send you here? For -- this? - My hands automatically went to my soon-to-be-swelling belly. -It -(TM)s family tradition! My older sisters were both bred here when they finished college. I even graduated a semester early so I didn -(TM)t have to wait! - I was still trying to get my head around this. -So, your parents -- are okay with you -- having...? - -A gangbang? A baby? An overpowering lust for black cocks? - She rubbed her pussy with a flourish. -Yes, yes, and yes. - She gave me a devilish grin. -Even if they didn -(TM)t, Mom couldn -(TM)t really say shit -" my three younger siblings were all conceived here. When I was six, she started coming here every three months -" apart from when she was pregnant, of course. By the time I hit puberty, she had been bred for the third time, so every time I got the -birds and the bees - speech, there was a lot of stuff about how superior black men are, and how there -(TM)s no better feeling than having a black cock stretching you out, and how fulfilling it was to have loads of black sperm in your womb. I guess you could say I was raised for this. - It took me a few minutes to pick my jaw up off the floor. To think I was so nervous about going through this -" she was practically shaking with excitement at the thought of what was going to happen. Eventually, a black man came out from behind the reception desk. He was wearing yoga pants and nothing to cover his dark, muscular chest. Every employee of the Resort was a well-hung black man, and no one wore very much. He spoke in a warm baritone: -Now, as you all know, before we can begin, each of you has to make a commitment. Are you ready? - * * * * * Of course, there were sex clubs all over America catering to every perversity under the sun, and the Resort was set up for every kink you could imagine. But what made it unique was that, it catered to females only, and whatever else they were into, every woman who walked in the door had every intention of walking out with a black baby in her belly. Annie told me this rapturously, and it was clear that she had wanted that baby more than anything. -It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. You fuck so many men when you -(TM)re there. So many times. I had a gallon of black seed inside me by the end of every night. But knowing what it was there for -" knowing I was unprotected, and fertile, and every one of those man was there to breed me -- - Her voice trailed off. She was getting flushed just describing it to me. -You have to do it. Becky, you have to. I know you two have been talking about it. Seriously, it was the best experience of my life. - She rubbed her belly. -I -(TM)m going to have such a beautiful baby. - She paused for a minute, and a beatific smile crept across her face. -The first of many. I already have my next stay booked. They have a long waiting list, so if I want to have babies two years apart, I have to sign up now. - -Of course -- there are some rules. - She paused for a minute, as if to tell me to brace myself. -You have to be naked at all times, but that -(TM)s fine because you -(TM)re fucking so often that clothes would just get in the way. Most of the sex is in front of other people, but that -(TM)s cool too, because the other girls are all there for the same reason you are, and the guys are all going to fuck all of you at some point. And all of it is videotaped. That -(TM)s for the husbands, - (I noticed Dave -(TM)s face light up), -although some of us just like to preserve the memory. - She leaned over to the coffee table and pushed a button on the remote. The TV came to life on a still of Annie -(TM)s lithe, sweaty body, on all fours, with a tall, athletic black man shoving a gigantic cock into her pussy. All four of us watched, mesmerized, as she moaned and cried out while her pussy got pounded. Eventually, the man stiffened up, and started grunting, and we all knew she was getting a load of African sperm shot deep inside of her. I wondered whether it was the one that did the job. The camera angle changed, and we saw a close-up of her pussy, with globs of white seed leaking out. He must have filled her to overflowing. She rolled over, and her fingers came into the frame, scooping up as much of the sperm as she could and trying to push it inside herself. As she rolled over, I noticed something written on her ass, but in the glimpse I got, I couldn -(TM)t make out what it was. And before I could ask about it, there was another cock, as big and black as the first, sliding smoothly into her cunt. If Annie was uncomfortable with two relative strangers watching her pussy get stretched out on a big screen TV, she didn -(TM)t show it. We watched in silence for about ten minutes, and I couldn -(TM)t help wishing that was me on the screen. Even moreso when the Annie on the video started moaning, -come on! Give me that cum! I want a black baby! Knock me up! - He picked up the pace, and after a few minutes of energetic fucking, he was blasting another load directly at her womb. Annie paused the video. -There are six more guys, if you want to keep watching. And I had already fucked four or five throughout the day. They take it easy on you in the morning, and then build up to a gangbang after dinner. Again, you have to do this. Not optional. - -I think you -(TM)re starting to convince me. - She let out a squeal of delight, and hugged me as well as our pregnant bellies would allow. -Oh my God, if you sign up right now, we can be pregnant together next time! How awesome would it be if, two years from now, both of us had black babies grown in our bellies? - I looked at Dave, and he raised his eyebrows. Clearly, he also thought that would be awesome. -I -(TM)m curious -- was there something written on your ass? What was that about? - -Oh yeah. Like I said, there are rules. You have to make a commitment. - She stood up and lifted her skirt. She wasn -(TM)t wearing any panties, and on her ass, in big capital letters, was a tattoo reading, -FILL ME WITH BLACK CUM! - * * * * * They interviewed us separately, so I didn -(TM)t know right away what the other women chose. But they wasted no time. We were in a massage room -" the hotel was small, as it was only set up for six to eight guests, but it was not shy on facilities. The interviewer had me lay on the table, on my back, my ass right up against the end of the table, my legs apart. He was naked when he came to get me, and as I spread my legs for him, his cock started to grow. And grow. By the time it was fully erect, it was at least as big as Kirk -(TM)s. He stood between my legs, and laid his massive tool against my slit. He made no move to penetrate me, but very slowly rubbed against my opening. Needless to say, I was already soaking wet. -Why are you here? - I had mentally prepared for this, and as nervous as I was, I knew the best thing was to be direct and not waste his time. -I want a black baby. - -Can you elaborate? - -I love fucking black men. And at this resort, I want to fuck lots of black men, without any birth control. I want to take as much black sperm as possible into my white womb, and conceive a baby. I want to bring a black baby home to my white husband. I want the whole world to know that I -(TM)m a slut, who loves big black cocks, and fucks lots of other men. I want the world to see my baby and know that another man besides my husband got me pregnant. That I married a white man, but I need black cocks, and I needed them to put a black baby in me, and I don -(TM)t care who knows it. Everyone I know will find out that I don -(TM)t know who the father is and don -(TM)t care. I only care that he isn -(TM)t my husband, and that he has a big black cock. I want a black baby. No. I need a black baby. And the next time I see my husband, I -(TM)m going to have a black baby growing inside me. - The interviewer smiled. I hadn -(TM)t planned out what I was going to say, that all just came pouring out of me. And it wasn -(TM)t until I had said it that I realized it was true. I needed this. I had been acting like this was Dave -(TM)s fantasy, but in the year and a half I had been waiting for this moment, my need for this outgrew even his. The desire in me was so slutty, so taboo, so wrong. And so completely overpowering. I swear the cock pressed up against my pussy pulsed as I finished my little speech. But he made no move to put it in me, as badly as I wanted him to. There was something I needed to do first. -As you know, staying at the Resort is a serious business. Only women who are utterly determined to be bred by black men can do so here. You seem like you -(TM)re determined, but as you know, we expect our clients to make a serious commitment. Are you ready to do so? - I had butterflies in my stomach, and not just because his cockhead was rubbing against my clit. I swallowed hard. -I am. - -And how would you like to show your commitment? - Every visit to the Resort included a commitment, and on subsequent visits, I -(TM)d have several choices -" tattooing, branding, piercing. Sometimes if you had long enough hair, shaving it off would count. But you had to offer up part of your body, to be changed in some way, before you could offer up your womb. First timers had to get a tattoo, and it had to be a permanent declaration of your love for black men, and black cock in particular. Subsequent ones could be words or pictures, so long as they were sexual in nature. Months ago, I had decided on a simple -I love black dick - on my ass. But something about the other women -(TM)s stories made me change my mind. It was an impulsive decision, and one I hoped I wouldn -(TM)t regret later. Maybe the massive black cock still rubbing against my sex was clouding my judgement. But I told him what I wanted, and once the words left me, it was too late to take them back. -I want a tattoo right above my pussy: Black Cock Only. - I wondered how my husband would deal with that. I intended to live by it. He was the one who wanted me fucking black men in the first place, so he -(TM)d have to deal with me fucking them exclusively. He could still have my ass. There was something I liked about Molly -(TM)s idea of black men -(TM)s sperm soaking into my womb, remaining a part of me, while my husband -(TM)s would all be shit out eventually. I knew he -(TM)d be turned on by the idea, even if he didn -(TM)t want to lose access to my pussy. Well, fuck it. It was my pussy. And my pussy was hungry for black dick. Twenty minutes later, a bandage was covering up my tattoo. The artist -" a different black man than the one who interviewed me -" did a nice-looking job, and I barely noticed the pain. I was consumed by lust, watching the tattoo artist -(TM)s muscular chest, and the interviewer -(TM)s cock across the room. He stayed with me for the duration, and even only semi-hard he was bigger than my husband. I fantasized about both of them taking me, putting their seed in me. I wondered if either of them would be the father of my baby. I had gone off the pill three months earlier, to prepare my body for breeding. I had put my lovers on hold, and made my husband use a condom, to make sure I didn -(TM)t get pregnant by accident before I came to the resort. But as my body was flooded anew with hormones, I started craving sex. I had felt those hormones with my first two children, but it was more intense this time. My body wanted another baby, badly, and my womb wanted to be filled with sperm. Now that I was on the verge of getting what I needed, I could barely stand the anticipation. But still, I had to wait. The two men led me back to the resort -(TM)s lobby, where the other women were led in one by one. The tattoo artist removed my bandage, and the other girls applauded when they saw -black cock only - written across my lower belly. One by one, the others revealed their latest commitments. Nima had shiny new rings in both nipples -" she said she alternated between tattoos and piercings. Sung had -black bred - tattooed on her inner thigh -" she planned on adding that day -(TM)s date if her breeding was successful. Molly had -I need black cum - stenciled on her ass. Peggy showed off a freshly-pierced labia; two rings, both on the left side. Unsurprisingly, Melissa -(TM)s was the most elaborate -" her right hip now sported a detailed tattoo of herself, naked, on all fours, being fucked from behind by a muscular black man. She could cover it up easily enough at work, but in a swimsuit, or even low-rise jeans, she wouldn -(TM)t be able to help showing off her proclivities to the world. The slave girl had the most shocking commitment, though -" a brand on her ass, in some abstract symbol that presumably meant something to her master. Whatever her game was, I was glad I wasn -(TM)t playing. Once we had a few minutes to check each other out, one of the men spoke. -Now. Are we ready to do what we all came here for? - Before I got a chance to respond to that, I felt strong arms around my waist, and hands roaming across my belly. They moved up towards my breasts, as an unseen man kissed my neck. My pussy had been damp all morning, in anticipation of what was going to happen, and now that it was finally here, I was on fire. At long last, I was going to be black bred. The furniture in the lounge was entirely made up of low couches, with no back, like oversized ottomans. I suddenly realized why, as the man behind me bent me over one of them. Each of the other women got the same treatment, and I realized they had arranged us in a circle -" I could see the black men getting ready to fuck each of the other girls, but not the one behind me. More men stood behind them, waiting their turn, cocks erect -" none of them small. These other women were going to watch me being bred, and I was going to watch them. I was glad this intensely personal moment, this turning point in my life, was going to be shared with women who knew exactly the tumult of emotions I was feeling right now. The man holding me from behind grabbed my hips. I felt a fat cockhead slide in between my pussy lips. It was finally happening. After so many months of anticipation, I was being bred with a black baby. The cock inside me went deep, and even as wet as I was, he was thick enough that I felt resistance. I felt deliciously stretched out, and I savored every stroke of his cock inside me. He picked up the pace and eventually his cockhead started tapping my cervix on every downstroke. The pain just intensified the experience, and feeling my cervix made me acutely aware that at any moment, he was going to shoot a load of sperm directly into my fertile womb, in search of a waiting egg. I looked up, and my sisters in this depraved act were having equally intense experiences, from the looks on their faces, and the incoherent moans coming out of their mouths. Molly started murmuring, -please -- please -- -, and soon others joined the redhead in vocalizing their most forbidden desires. I heard Melissa moan, -cum deep inside me. Fill me with your seed. - And without hardly realizing it, I heard myself crying out, -Breed me! Put your baby in me! Give me a black baby! Give me a black baby! - By the second time, I could barely get the words out, I was cumming so hard. That must have pushed the stud buried in my cunt over the edge, as I felt his cock spasming, as wave after wave of hot, thick, creamy sperm coated my insides. I came down from my orgasm a changed woman. There was no going back for me. I was going to have a black baby. I wondered if I was fully ready for the consequences of that, or whether my husband fully understood where his fantasy had led us. For the rest of our lives, there would be no hiding the fact that I had cuckolded him, and willingly had another man -(TM)s baby, with my husband -(TM)s consent. He would spend his life raising a baby that was unmistakably the product of my coupling with another man -" men, in fact -" and he could never again, for a moment, pretend he had a faithful wife, or pretend that he objected to my sluttiness. And I could never pretend to be anything other than a slut. But that -(TM)s the way I wanted it. Maybe not when this all started, but by the time that first load of African sperm hit my fertile womb, I was fully committed to being a slut for black cocks. Everyone I knew -" friends, parents, co-workers -" would know exactly how I had gotten pregnant, how much I enjoyed it, and how my husband had encouraged it. Just like Annie had, I -(TM)d encourage my friends to take their turn being black bred. I was a slut for black cocks, and within a few days, the sperm soaking into my womb would find a waiting egg, and I -(TM)d be a pregnant slut. To insure that happened, I -(TM)d need a lot more potent sperm in my womb, and the men at the resort were happy to oblige. No sooner did the first man slowly slide his cock from the depths of my womb, when another took its place. Not quite as long, but fatter. I savored the feeling of being stretched out by this huge black phallus, knowing that not a drop of sperm from my first fuck was going to escape, since my pussy was plugged airtight. He began thrusting into me powerfully, stretching my pussy on every downstroke. Soon I -(TM)d have millions more sperm inside of me, competing to fertilize my egg, ensuring that I -(TM)d never know who the father of my baby was. This was my life now. This was what I wanted. I moaned aloud, letting the other women know how much I was enjoying the cock that was stretching me out. I looked up and saw Sung tense up with an orgasm, before the man fucking her filled her womb with cum. Molly repeated -cum in me, fill me with your seed, I want your baby, - again and again in a whisper until her man obliged. Nima had climbed on top of her man and was rubbing her clit while riding him energetically. One by one, I watched each woman get her second load of black sperm, while the assault on my pussy continued unabated. Eventually, we were the only ones still fucking, and all eyes were on me. To my surprise, I found being watched like this, a whole room full of people watching me being taken roughly from behind, intensely erotic. I was engaging in the sluttiest, most depraved behavior of my life, and I was doing it in front of an audience, and I was loving every second of it. Finally, he drove his cock deep inside of me, and I felt a torrent of hot, potent sperm flood my innermost recesses. I wondered how much sperm I -(TM)d have inside me by the time I fell asleep tonight, and whether I -(TM)d have a baby growing inside me when I woke up. Another man took his turn inside me, and then another, and another, and another. Six loads of sperm in all, six potential fathers for my baby. My pussy was a sloppy mess, and my body was sweaty and sore, but satisfied. Each of the women here had taken six loads of sperm in our fertile, unprotected wombs, and each of us would drift off to sleep wondering whether we had been bred successfully. We were sent to separate bedrooms, alone, so I lay in a warm bed, sheets sticking to my sweaty, cum-covered skin, my body missing the touch of black hands, and my pussy missing being filled with black cock. But there was always tomorrow -- The rest of the week followed the same routine; wake up sticky and sore, have a nice hot shower, have a big breakfast, fuck the cook or the waiter on the breakfast table, have a nice, relaxing massage, then a slow, intense fuck with the masseuse, a dip in the pool, and then another load of sperm from the lifeguard. On this went through the day, with each of us usually fucking four or five of the men. In between turns being bred, we -(TM)d compare notes on the men, or how our pussies felt after being pounded so often and filled with so much black sperm. We -(TM)d talk dreamily about the babies we imagined must already be growing in our wombs. Then in the late afternoon, we -(TM)d gather in the main room for what I began to think of as the ceremony -" bent over those couches in a circle, watching each other as we got fucked by six different men. Usually at least one man would come back for seconds, sometimes more than one. After that we went straight to dinner, without cleaning up. There was no dinner table. We -(TM)d each sit on a chaise lounge, tilted backwards so no precious black seed would leak out of our wombs. We -(TM)d each have one of our black lovers feeding us by hand, while we lay back and relaxed, luxuriating in the feeling of our bodies absorbing six or more copious loads of potent African seed. Usually after we ate, our server would have the energy for one more go-around, and we -(TM)d go to bed, sweaty, sticky, and freshly-fucked -" the way every girl should go to bed every night she can manage. All in all, each of us got at least a dozen loads of sperm a day in our fertile, unprotected wombs, on a daily basis. I knew that even with all that cum inside me, pregnancy wasn -(TM)t a guarantee -" the body rejects a fertilized egg half the time, so my odds were 50/50 at best. I was torn between wanting another baby so badly, and hoping I wasn -(TM)t pregnant so I -(TM)d get to go through this all again in a few months. The resort guaranteed results, so I had a standing appointment every other month until I was in the club. I promised myself one thing, pregnant or not, this wasn -(TM)t going to be my last visit to the resort. We had always talked about stopping after three kids, but there was no way I wasn -(TM)t going to experience this again. Dave was just going to have to get used to the idea of a big family. Everything about this week -" the marathon of sex, the likelihood of an illicit pregnancy, bonding with the other women, even being permanently marked by the tattoo -" taken together, it was the most intense experience of my life, and I vowed I would repeat the experience as often as I could. But mostly it was the sex. Sex without love, without a relationship, purely for one purpose, to breed me. To put a baby in my belly. A baby who -(TM)s father would never be known to me. A baby whose appearance would bring scandal and shame, no doubt, but would also prove my husband -(TM)s utmost devotion to me, and my devotion to the depraved, taboo, utterly thrilling lifestyle we had chose. Finally, the week came to an end. Every part of my body was sore, but satisfied. By my count, I had taken about ninety loads of black seed in the span of seven days. I probably orgasmed even more times than that. I -(TM)m pretty sure I ovulated on day two, so that egg was assaulted by a tsunami of sperm, and had almost certainly been fertilized. But I didn -(TM)t have to wonder any more. The moment of truth had arrived. Seven ceramic basins were arranged on the floor in place of the low couches. We were each handed a plastic stick and instructed to squat over one. The most advanced pregnancy tests on the market could tell within a few days of conception, so if any of us had been bred successfully, we were about to find out. Sung must have had to go, because she started pissing the moment they handed her the stick. Slave had probably been trained to do so, because she squatted down and pissed in front of everyone without flinching. As brazen as Melissa was, she was adorably shy about peeing in front of everyone. But after a minute of nervousness, I had no trouble releasing my bladder in front of the assembled crowd of potential mothers and fathers. The wait was excruciating -" the longest three minutes of my life. I could feel my heart pounding, and I could see the conflicting emotions on the faces of the other women. Finally, I heard a whoop of delight from Nima. -I did it! I -(TM)m pregnant! - A smile broke across Melissa -(TM)s face. -Looks like I -(TM)m having a black baby! - Molly burst into tears, and I assumed the worst, but they were tears of joy. The newlywed was overcome with emotion at the thought of the child growing inside of her. Slave didn -(TM)t make a sound, but I saw a look of quiet acceptance and even the hint of a smile on her face, and I knew she was in the club too. Peggy was the most relaxed of the bunch, having already been through this twice. -Well, boys, looks like you knocked me up again! - Sung just walked from one man to another, half in a daze, repeating, -thank you, thank you, - while kissing the men, stroking their cocks, and letting them run their hands over her soon-to-be swollen belly and breasts. All of our bellies were going to be swelling soon. I looked away from the jubilant women and into my hands. A bright pink plus stared back at me. I had a baby growing inside of me. I had been black bred. * * * * * Every head turned as I walked through the airport. Part of the resort -(TM)s expensive service was a trip back to my home city in a small private plane. I -(TM)m sure I wouldn -(TM)t have been allowed on a commercial flight dressed as I was. The clothes I -(TM)d worn originally had been shipped back to my husband, just as a reminder that his wife would be naked and available at all times. When we left the resort, each of us were only wearing three things: Every girl left the resort wearing a pair of pink panties, which had printed on the front -full of black seed. - Every girl that was successfully bred wore a low-cut tank top that stopped short of her flat-for-now stomach, which read in big bold letters, -black baby on board. - And because every woman in the group had caught -" a rarity, even at the resort -" we were each given a special gift, a diamond ankle bracelet. Ankle bracelets, of course, were what married women wore to signal to men that they were available for extramarital sex. I didn -(TM)t plan on taking mine off any time soon. That was it. Three things. No skirt, no pants, not even shoes. I was a bit worried airport security would stop me, but apart from lots of stares, no one bothered me. Dave lit up when he saw me. When he saw the shirt, and understood exactly what it meant. He kissed me passionately, grabbing my panty-clad ass in front of everyone. Anyone who had read the shirt and now saw me kissing my white husband would know exactly what the score was. That just made things even more exciting. Dave even slipped a hand under my shirt and stroked one of my breasts for a moment. I didn -(TM)t care who saw. I was his black bred slut -" no behavior was too shameless for me now. Finally, we broke the kiss, and I said out loud, loud enough for people passing by to hear: -We -(TM)re having a black baby! - I thought he was going to come in his pants right then and there. -Oh, honey. I -(TM)m so proud of you. I -(TM)m so happy. I watched every minute of it online -" you really are the sexiest woman in the world. And you -(TM)re even sexier with a pregnant glow. - I was beaming. He told me exactly what I wanted to hear -" I had been gangbanged and knocked up with a black baby, and my white husband loved me more than ever. But I had to see how far his devotion would go. Still standing in the airport terminal, I pulled down the front of my panties, just enough so he could see the tattoo: -Black Cock Only. - -Oh, sweetie, that is so fucking sexy. - -Just so you know, I plan on living by those words. From now on, I -(TM)m going to have lots of black cocks in my pussy, and you -(TM)re never going to fuck me there again. My mouth and my ass are still fine, but my pussy belongs to black men, now and forever. - I braced myself for his reaction, and to be honest, I would have backed down if he had objected. But he just held me close and kissed me again. -You are so fucking sexy. - I could feel his erection press into my belly as he held me. So that was that. For the next few months, I went back to fucking my black lovers regularly -" they were all disappointed I hadn -(TM)t let any of them get me pregnant, but they all loved the tattoo. Dave either got a blowjob while I had a black cock inside of me, or he jerked off onto my pregnant belly while I recounted my adventures at the Resort, or while we watched the videos of my breeding -" as it turns out, over seven days at the resort, I spent nearly a full 24 hours with a cock inside of me, so we had lots of video to choose from. I spent as much time as I could naked, teasing my husband with my pregnant body. He found my round belly and swollen breasts sexy every time I was pregnant, but this time things were far more intense, since there was no chance of it being his baby growing inside me. Finally, nine months after my stay at the resort, I gave birth to a beautiful brown-skinned baby girl. No one was shocked, as I had told everyone I knew exactly how I had gotten pregnant. A few people at work expressed some disapproval, but as the Supreme Court had ruled it was illegal to fire someone for their sexual proclivities, they had to suck it up. The office even threw me a baby shower -" what else could they do? My parents never really understood why I would want to cuckold my husband, but they were happy to have another grandchild, and they adjusted. Things never quite got back to normal from Dave and I. Having fully embraced my sluttiness, there was no going back. I breastfed the baby in public at every opportunity. I started wearing more and more revealing outfits, to the point where I wore as little as possible as often as possible. I never, ever took off my ankle bracelet, and used it to attract men on plenty of occasions. I stayed true to the words written on my lower abdomen, fucking plenty of black men, and no one else. Dave didn -(TM)t object to the fact that his cock never entered my pussy. He was happy enough watching me fuck, and as thanks I gave him a steady diet of blowjobs, and let him take my ass on special occasions. Sometimes I -(TM)d let him fuck my ass while one of my other lovers fucked my pussy. It -(TM)s a great feeling, both being so full, and knowing my husband is engaged so completely in my fucking other men. The funny thing about the baby was, she was my baby, just like the first two. When you -(TM)re doing regular mom stuff -" runny noses, bedtimes, helping with homework -" you don -(TM)t think about her not looking like your husband, or flash back to the gangbang she was conceived in; she -(TM)s just a regular kid. A great kid, in fact. But there are still moments when it all comes back. Every time we have to explain -" to a neighbor, to a stranger in the supermarket, to a teacher who had one of my older kids years before -" there -(TM)s that charge, that combination of guilt and lust and shame and thrilling transgression. I had cuckolded my husband, willingly had another man -(TM)s baby, and the results were on display for all to see. Dave admitted that he got aroused every time he had to admit to someone else he was a willing cuckold. And, of course, I now spent a fair amount of my time fucking other men at every opportunity. But other than the nights spent with another man -(TM)s cock buried inside me, I was a regular housewife and mom. I took care of my kids, I cooked dinners for my family, I had girls -(TM) nights out with my friends. I had a typical suburban life, except that a few nights a week, my white husband would jerk off while I was impaled on a thick, black cock. And every few years, daddy would take care of the kids on his own for a while so mommy could go in for another breeding. Yes, of course I went back to the resort. Two years after I conceived so easily, I went back to be bred again. This time my womb wasn -(TM)t as receptive. It took three tries, each two months apart. I was secretly glad, as it meant I got three chances to spend a full week having my pussy stretched to its limits. Two years after that, I went back to be bred a third time. That time it took five tries, over the course of a year. I had no regrets at all. The most intense experiences of my life have been the five times I -(TM)ve given birth, and my nine visits to the resort. Obviously the times I was bred successfully mean the most to me, but every time was an incredible experience. Nine visits to the Resort weren -(TM)t cheap, but I loved the idea of Dave paying so much money to have a bunch of strange men give me the fucking of a lifetime and put a baby into me -" two things he was no longer allowed to do. Once, by lucky coincidence, Annie and I were both there at the same time. She fell pregnant with her third baby out of four on that trip -" all conceived at the Resort, unsurprisingly. I convinced my friend Yuki to give the Resort a try, and she -(TM)s got a beautiful Blackanese daughter in addition to the two boys she has with her white husband. And every trip, I bonded with the five or six other women who got bred alongside me. It -(TM)s a powerful experience, that someone who hasn -(TM)t experienced it can -(TM)t completely understand. So those of us who have feel a powerful connection. Nine visits also meant nine commitments. After the initial tattoo, women often chose piercings, or occasionally having their head shaved, because those things were temporary. But I liked to think my commitment went deeper than that. I have nine tattoos, each expressing a variation on the same sentiment, that I was a shameless slut that needed black cocks inside of me as often as possible. Which, naturally, I am. Most women my age are seeing their sex lives winding down. But even with five kids, I still find the time to get a dick inside of me three or four times a week -" and rarely the same dick each time. And, of course, frequent blowjobs for my loving, supportive husband, at least when he isn -(TM)t spent from jerking off watching me get royally fucked by one of my lovers. Sure, some people are shocked that I -(TM)ve had sex with so many men, or that I have no idea who fathered my last three children. But I don -(TM)t care. I wouldn -(TM)t change a single thing. My only regret is, that after five babies, my breeding days are behind me, which means I -(TM)ll never get to go back to The Resort again. At least I -(TM)ve got plenty more years as an adulterous slut ahead of me! And, of course, I have an obligation to bring as many more women into the lifestyle as I can. So if you -(TM)re looking to have a baby, or your wife is, book a stay at The Resort today! You won -(TM)t regret it!

This story is a fantasy. It involves pedophilia which is illegal in most legal jurisdictions. Don't try to act out these fantasies. This story is copyrighted by d_copperfeel. ------------------------- This story is supposedly a true story that was related to me by a friend about his first sexual experience. Of course, I have given it my own spin. d_copperfeel -------------------------- In the summer of 1958, I was twelve years old and living in the Deep South of the United States. The weekend after the Fourth of July, my older sister, Teresa, who was twenty one years old and married to a man named John, asked me if I would like to come and stay for a couple of weeks on their farm which was about 60 miles southwest from the city where I lived with my parents. "Sure, that would be great," I said. I really loved my sister. She had been my babysitter many times when I was younger and I liked her husband, John, who was about twenty eight years old that year. So that Sunday I packed a small suitcase, loaded my bicycle in the trunk of the car and we all took off for the farm. When we arrived, I was a little shocked at the condition of the place. It wasn't exactly a shack but it was a far cry from my parents' home. It was a solid little house with weathered board siding, a tin roof and a sagging porch on front. That spring, John had just completed adding on their bathroom. Before that they had used an outhouse (a privy) that still stood about thirty yards from the back door. They had a television but only had fuzzy reception on two channels that were broadcasted from the state capitol about 40 miles away. John worked at a denim mill about 7 miles away from the farm, but spent the evenings working the 50 acres that he and Teresa were buying from the old farmer who lived about a mile down the tar and gravel road. Most of the land was planted in corn and vegetables of all different varieties. Some of the land was an open pasture where they kept two cows and there was a small chicken coop beside the tractor shed which stood about 50 yards from the house. They also had a small patch of vegetables just behind the house that they were growing for their own use, while all the others were intended for market. On Monday morning, I awoke to the sound of Teresa and John in the kitchen getting ready for their day's work. I caught the smell of bacon cooking but I was still sleepy so I went back to sleep. I finally got out of bed at about 9 am. Teresa was busy making her bed when I arose. "Hey, sleepyhead. There is some bacon and biscuits on the stove. And there is milk in the fridge. You don't drink coffee, do you?" she asked. "No, I don't like coffee," I replied. I went to the kitchen and fixed my breakfast. I sat at the dining room table as I ate. "I hope you don't get too bored here. There aren't any kids around who are your age. We mostly just do our chores and watch television. By the time John gets through working everyday, he is usually ready to fall into bed. He is working hard to make this farm pay for itself. After its paid off, he can quit the mill and just farm full time. That's our dream anyway. But I could use your help this evening when I work the garden. The veggies are starting to bear and we will have a lot to pick." "That will be fine," I replied. I was looking out the window at the cornfield. It was a good stand of corn, probably already five feet tall and a beautiful dark green color. There was a dirt road that ran between the cornfield and the house and it ran down to a long line of trees that were about a hundred and fifty yards away from the house. On the right side of the path, behind the house, was a large vegetable patch. This was their commercial patch, where they would harvest vegetables for harvest. To the right of the veggie patch was an open pasture. Their subsistence garden was off to the side of the house, between the house and the tractor shed. "We will probably have enough to take to the farmers' market on Wednesday morning. If you will help me do some picking then I will let you sleep in that morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen. She smiled and tussled my hair with her right hand. "After lunch, I will take you down and show you the swimming hole." "Swimming hole?" "Yep, there is a creek just beyond that line of trees and there is a nice swimming hole down there. Did you bring your swim trunks?" "Yea, I think I packed them. I was hoping there might be a swimming pool here somewhere." "No swimming pool, but better. The water is great. It's just the right temperature. You will love it." After breakfast, I watched a little television but there was nothing on that was of any interest to me so I got on my bicycle and rode up to the tar and gravel road that ran in front of the house. I rode a short distance back to my left and then back a short distance in the other direction. The nearest house was probably a half mile away and I didn't want to go quite that far yet. So I rode back and forth on the road and then I rode down the dirt path all the way to the weeded area just before the treeline. I could see a footpath leading off to the left and disappearing into the trees. I assumed this was the trail to the swimming hole and I thought about going down to the water by myself, but the area looked a bit snaky so I decided to wait until Teresa was there to go with me. As promised, after lunch, Teresa told me to put on my swim trunks and she went to her room to get her own swimsuit. I put on my trunks under my denim shorts and slipped on my sneakers. She reappeared wearing a pair of bermuda shorts and a flannel shirt that hung loosely down nearly to the hem of her shorts. She had a couple of large bath towels folded across her arm and a straw hat with a wide brim sat on her head. She was almost a caricature of a country bumpkin, but she was too attractive to be humorous. Teresa also had a bicycle so we rode our bikes down to the trees. We dismounted at the beginning of the footpath and proceeded into the woods, watching carefully for copperhead snakes as we walked down the bank. The creek bank was about 20 yards wide with a gentle slope down to the water. It was a pretty creek, about 50 feet wide with a few large rocks positioned near the middle. The water was a dark blue, almost green, and clear in the shallows. The swimming area was a U-shaped meander of the creek with a curve away from us about 50 yards upstream and then another curve to the same direction about 30 yards downstream. Teresa laid our towels down on a fallen tree near the water and began to undress. Under her clothes she wore a dark blue, one-piece swimsuit that fit snugly on her slim but shapely body. I followed suit, sliding out of my jeans and teeshirt and laying them on the tree beside the towels. Teresa also had a swimming cap that she donned to protect her shoulder length, dark brunette hair. Then Teresa held my hand as we dipped our toes into the cold water of the creek. It took maybe a minute to work our way in to the deeper water, adjusting to the temperature as we went. After the first chill of getting our suits wet, we adapted to the water quickly and it felt terrific. After the water reached our waists, Teresa let go of my hand and swam out to the largest rock in the stream. I did likewise and met my sister at the boulder. The water was terrific, the temperature just right for swimming. For the next few minutes, we swam up and down the stream away from the rocks. When I tried to stand I only found a small area that was actually too deep for me to touch bottom. After a little while, Teresa got over into shallow water and stood up. That was when I first took notice of just how womanly my older sister had become. Her wet swimsuit was pulled up tight against her firm buttocks, creeping up into the slice between her ass cheeks. She turned to face me and I could see the outline of her nipples, excited by the cold water, jutting out from her plump, firm breasts. She slid her fingers up into the leg holes and stretched the suit into a more comfortable position. As she did, she pulled the fabric up tight against her crotch, clearly showing the smooth curve of her body's private region. Even at 12 years old and barely knowing the difference between the sexes, I knew it wasn't right to have improper thoughts about my sister. But the sight of her well developed body was causing my body to have an involuntary reaction. I had had erections before and I didn't really understand why it happened, but it was happening now as I watched Teresa tug on her dripping bathing suit. It just happened instantly and without warning. I could feel my virgin cock pushing straight out into my swim trunk webbing and ,even though I was uneducated about sex and sexuality, I still felt self concious about having an erection. A moment later, Teresa leaned over and glided through the water back to the big rock which was just about ten feet away from where I was standing. She pulled herself up on to the rock and I could see the rays of the sun warming her face. I could also see the slit between her legs where the fabric of her wet swimsuit was creeping up into her vaginal area. "Is this great or what?" she asked. "Yea, it's great. Better than a swimming pool," I replied. "So you will be in the eighth grade this year. Do you have a girlfriend, yet?" She was now leaning back with her hands on the rock, her nipples pointing upward as she basked in the hot Southern sun. "I went steady with Cindy Marvin for a month, but we broke up just before school let out for summer. We went to the spring dance together." "Well, why did you break up? Cindy is so cute, with that beautiful blonde hair." "I don't know. I guess I wasn't smart enough for her or something. She broke up with me but I didn't really care." "Yea, you are too young to be too serious. You should play the field." I swam up the stream about 10 yards and I found a couple of rocks arranged such that I could sit on one and lean back on the other, letting the water flow over my shoulders and down my skinny chest. We just sat silently for a while and then Teresa slid back into the water and swam towards me. She grabbed my foot and made me slide off my perch into the stream. I wasn't expecting that so my head went under and I came back up spitting out water. Teresa laughed and swam away towards the bank. She stood up in the shallow water and splashed her way back to the shore. She found her towel and began to dry off. She spread her towel out on the ground and sat down, watching me splash about. "We don't need to stay in too long. Don't want to sunburn. We both have such fair skin that we will burn." I could feel the tingle of the sun on my shoulders and I knew that she was right. I had ash blond hair and fair complexion and I had been sunburned enough to know that I didn't want that to happen. I swam over to the shallow water and stood up. That was when the extent of my erection became most apparent, as my swim trunks had a large bulge out front. I didn't really think much about it, but Teresa took one look and turned away, looking upstream until I found a towel and got dried. I spread my towel out and sat down beside her. "I love coming here, it's so relaxing." She said. "I can only get John to come with me on Sundays because he is usually too tired from working all the time. But he is a good man. He really wants this to be our farm and he is willing to work hard for it. I couldn't ask for more from a husband." As she spoke, she was still looking away, up and down the stream. I didn't realize that my preteen erection was causing her such embarrassment. We sat on the bank and chatted for a while. We talked about Mom and Dad and our older sister, Margaret, who was four years older than Teresa and lived in another state. We talked about my school and about our plans for the future, which basically, I didn't really have any plans but I did have dreams. After a while, we both jumped back in for another cool off dip and then, after drying off again, Teresa said it was time to go back and start preparing dinner. About 4 o'clock, John arrived home. He took out a can opener and popped open a can of Schlitz beer. He finished it off pretty fast and then popped open another. We sat in the kitchen and he talked a little about his day at work. After the second beer, he headed out to the tractor shed and brought out his small Ford tractor. He rigged up some sort of sprayer on the tractor and headed into the corn field to spray the crop. I watched him ride the tractor for a while then I went inside and watched television until dinner and then helped Teresa clear the table. After dinner, John went back to his work in the cornfield and Teresa went to the garage and loaded the truck with some woven bushel baskets. She and I took the pickup to the edge of the commercial garden, took out the baskets and proceeded to harvest several different types of vegetables. Beans, okra, peppers, radishes, tomatoes and other varieties were loaded onto the pickup. Before we knew it the sun was setting and we returned to the house. John was already in the bathroom, taking a shower. Teresa backed the pickup into the garage and we went inside and waited our turns in the bath. After my turn in the shower, I decided that it was time to turn in, so I said goodnight to Teresa and John and headed to bed. I slept like a baby that night and before I knew it the sun was rising again. I got out of the bed at about 9 am that morning and, like the day before, Teresa had bacon and biscuits ready. I ate a couple of the biscuits and went in to watch television. Teresa was busy with the laundry that morning. In those days, laundry day was a lot of work. She had a modern washer with an electric powered clothes ringer mounted on the washer. After the clothes were washed, she had to pull out each piece and run it through the ringer to mash out the majority of the water and then she took them out back to the three metal lines that were strung between two tee shaped poles. Today, we would call that a solar powered clothes dryer. I watched television for about an hour and then decided to ride my bike. I rode up and down the main road and then down the dirt road to the creek. On my second trip out to the road, I rode the half mile to the nearest neighbor's house. The house sat about forty yards off the road and was in even worse shape than John and Teresa's. It looked like everything on it was sagging and I wouldn't have been surprised to see it collapse in front of my eyes. In the front yard were three little black boys, probably 5 to 8 years old. They had a Hula Hoop and they were rolling it around the dusty yard with a stick. When the youngest boy saw me riding by, he picked up a rock and threw it at me but it landed long before it reached the road. "HEY BOY!" I shouted at him in the deepest voice that I could muster. I then turned my bike back towards home and peddled leisurely away, trying not to show any hint of intimidation. I looked back just in time to see the little boy hurl another rock in my direction. I just smiled and rode on. After lunch, Teresa said she didn't feel up to going swimming again but said it would be okay if I wanted to go by myself. So I decided to go swimming again. "Be careful and watch out for snakes," she warned. "Okay, see you after while," I replied. So that became my routine for the rest of the time that I was there. Ride my bike in the morning, go swimming in the afternoon,sometime with Teresa and sometime not, either watch tv or help Teresa in the garden during the evening. On that Sunday, after church, John went with us to the swimming hole and I had more fun than usual since John was still pretty much a kid at heart. We splashed and wrestled in the water. Once he yanked my trunks down which was somewhat embarrassing since Teresa was watching. But it was a lot of fun. On the following Monday afternoon, I peddled down to the swimming hole by myself again. As usual, I hung my towel on the fallen pine tree and eased into the cold water. It was just like all the other days as I swam upstream and then floated back down, climbed up on the big boulder or just sat on the bank and revelled in the sultry Southern climate. I was once again sitting on that rock where I could lean back into the flow. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the water flowing over my body. "HEY!!" the voice of a stranger broke my reverie. The voice of a female stranger. I opened my eyes and looked up and down the bank until I finally spotted the source of the voice. It was a girl, a Negro girl. She looked to be about my age, maybe a little older. She was standing near where my towel lay on the fallen tree. With her was a younger girl of maybe ten years old. The older girl had short and straight, but stiff looking, black hair. She wore a red flannel shirt that hung down over her cutoff dungaree shorts. Her younger friend had multiple pigtails and was wearing a light blue cotton shirt that also covered dungaree shorts. "Hey boy, do that water feel good?" said the oldest girl. I was hesitant to answer. I had never spoken to a black girl before and wasn't sure if I should do so now. In the days of Jim Crow laws, blacks were considered subhuman in the southern states and I had been raised in that tradition. There were absolutely no blacks in my school or in my neighborhood and I had only spoken to some black boys at a city owned basketball court. "Yea, the water feels good. What do you want, girl?" I said, trying my best to sound manly and superior. "We sho would like to swim in the creek. Miss Teresa say it's okay if we want to swim here when Mr. John ain't here. Do you know Miss Teresa?" "I'm Teresa's brother," I replied. "Teresa said you could swim here?" "Yessir, Miss Teresa say we can swim here when Mr. John ain't here. That be okay with you?" I was in a quandary. I didn't really want to be in the same creek with black people, but I wasn't ready to go home either. There was something inside me that said that I shouldn't object just because a person wanted to swim in the creek, even if they were black. But I also didn't want anyone to find out that I had associated with anyone who was black. "Well, I guess it's okay. Just don't be bothering me." "No sir, we won't be bothering you," she said. She smiled, her white teeth brilliant in comparison to her black complexion. She hung their towels on a bush near where they stood and then she started unbuttoning her shirt. To my surprise, she didn't have on a swimsuit. Instead, when she removed her shirt she gave me my first look at a real girl's bra. She had plenty of breasts already, showing some impressive cleavage atop her white bra. I had to look away, trying not to stare, and I felt that involuntary activity beginning in my trunks. When I looked back, I saw that the young girl had her by the arm and was whispering into her ear. "What? No you don't have to take off yo shirt. But Momma gonna be mad if you come back with wet clothes," the older told the younger. She then unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the ground, showing me her light blue panties. She grabbed the waist band of her panties and pulled them up, giving me a good look at the slit between her legs. "You gonna take off yo pants?" she asked the younger girl. The younger one looked at me and shook her head no. "Okay, it's yo butt that Momma gonna whup." She then stepped to the edge of the water and dipped in her toe. "That feel good. Come on, Carrie." she said to the young one. She then moved slowly into the deeper water, sometimes letting out a sigh as the cold water lapped against her chocolate toned flesh. The younger girl followed her in, carefully picking her steps on the smooth stones of the creek bottom. The young one came up beside the older and they both dipped down into the water and glided out into the flow of the stream. "Oh boy, that feel good," the older girl said. She swam up towards me a little and then floated back to the large boulder. I tried to keep my eyes closed and ignore them, but my curiosity kept focusing on the feminine forms that had unexpectedly entered my world. I watched them as they swam and then floated back and forth in the flowing water. Once, the older one held the younger as they spun and danced in the water, the oldest one singing a song that I had never heard. Then the oldest one saw that I was watching and she swam up to where I was sitting on the slick stones. "What yo name is?" she asked me. "My name is Harry. I'm Teresa's brother." "Harry? Is you hairy, Harry?" she asked and then giggled. "That's my name," I said, not getting the joke. "How long you been with Miss Teresa and Mr. John?" "Just a week. I'm going home Sunday." "You going home Sunday? Where you live?" "I live in Waynesville. It's a long way from here." "You like it here in the country?" "Yea, I like it here." "How old you? What grade you in?" she asked. "I'm twelve and a half. I'll be in the eighth grade." "I be thirteen years old. My name Taneisha and she my cousin, Carrie. I be in the seventh grade and she in the fifth. You like school?" "Not really. Do you?" "No. I rather be home on the farm, helping Momma and Daddy on the farm. But they say I gotta go to school till I be sixteen anyway. Then I can stay home. Or get married or something." "Yea. I am going in the Army when I get old enough. I'm gonna see the world," I told her, not really knowing what that implied. I noticed that she had moved a bit closer to me than I was really comfortable with, but I didn't say anything to her. I also noticed that my cock was standing at full attention like a horny little Army private. She was holding on to the rock on which I was leaning and her body was moving closer and then backing away with the flow. I could have reached out and squeezed her breasts at that point but I was basically in shock. I couldn't stop myself from ogling the wet, white cotton bra that hid her breasts from my curious eyes. She caught me looking at her feminine charms and she smiled at me "Does you got a girlfriend at home?" she asked. "Yea, I've got a girlfriend," I lied. "Does yo girl treat you like a man?" she continued her query. "What you mean?" I replied, truly not knowing what she meant by that. "You know. Does she give you some sugar when you want?" "Sure she does," I lied again, though I had been kissed by more than one girl. It was Cindy Marvin who had introduced me to the wonder of french kissing and I had truly loved that experience. The chaperones at the Spring dance had chastised us for kissing on the dance floor, but it was worth the reprimand. "What else do your girlfriend do for you?" What else was there I thought. I had heard some stories about the wonderful things that girls could do for a guy but I wasn't totally clear on what those things were. I didn't know enough to even lie about it. "She does everything for me. What do you think? I asked her. She just smiled and came in very close to me. "Does yo girl ever give you some pussy?" she whispered in my ear and then backed away looking in my eyes. I really had no idea what she was asking but I couldn't let her know that. "Sure she does. All the time," I lied again. "No she don't. You ain't had no pussy. White girls don't fuck til they is married." "How do you know? You don't know what I do," I protested. "I bet you never had no brown sugar. I bet you don't be around no nigger girls at home. Guess you wouldn't want no black girl in yo bed." I was getting more confused but more excited by the minute. I had a vague idea of what she was saying but I was too scared to do anything about it. "Come here, Carrie," she called out to her young cousin who was swimming around downstream from us. Carrie swam up to where we were floating. "Stand up, Carrie." she ordered the girl. Carrie stood up as required. Taneisha pulled down on the shirt tail of Carrie's shirt, causing it to stick to her body and exposing the dark outline of her small, black nipples. "Has you ever seen little black titties like Carrie's befo?" Carrie gasped and pulled away, swimming away down the creek. We both laughed at Carrie's shock and embarrassment but I was becoming more and more excited by Taneisha's close proximity. "You ever seen real black titties before, Harry?" she pulled her body close to me, rubbing her bra against me just under my armpit. "Naw, I ain't never seen any black ones," I said, blushing and trying to catch my breath at the same time. "You want to see my titties, Harry?" She giggled and ducked under the water. When she came up she was between my legs. I swallowed hard and tried to speak up but I noticed my voice cracking as I spoke. Could this be real? Was I dreaming or had I drowned and woke up in a different kind of heaven? All I really knew was that I was dying to see what was hiding inside her bra. "Yea, sure. I would like to see your...your tits," I replied, trying to sound bold but stumbling nervously over the words as my eyes stared at the cloth clad prizes. She smiled at me with her gleaming white teeth and then stood up in the shallow water. She reached behind her back with both hands and then suddenly the bra loosened and she slid it off over her shoulders, exposing her orange sized mounds of womanly flesh and the erect, black nipples that stood so proudly on those mounds. Her nipples were about half as long as the end of my little finger and about as big in diameter. The aureolas covered about a quarter of her breasts and were puffed up from her breasts as if swollen with mother's milk. The sight of bare breasts made me light headed to the point that I was afraid I might float away down the stream. She lay back down in the water beside me and rubbed her hard nipples against my side. "Do you want to touch them, Harry?" I didn't reply. I just reached over and began to pinch the nipple that wasn't rubbing into my body. She took me by the hand and directed it in a careful exploration of the strangely firm but soft flesh of her exposed breast. The feel of her skin surprised me. It was smooth and soft and warm all at the same time. As I pinched her nipple, she moved closer and kissed my ear and then my neck. Electricity was running rampant through my body, my cock getting harder by the second. Before I could think of protesting, her hand had moved down my stomach and rested on top of my throbbing penis. That was the moment that I discovered that I had a very special trait. "Oh Harry! It so big," she whispered to me. "That thing would fill me full." Well, I didn't know anything about that. What did she mean by filling her full? It was just the same cock I had always had and I didn't think it was anything special, though the feelings that were originating there and pulsing through my body were becoming more and more intense. I was starting to have trouble breathing. "Harry, I want to feel yo big dick inside me. Please. I won't tell nobody that you done fucked a nigger gal. I just want you to fuck me with that big dick." What could I say? I didn't really know what to do but I figured that she must know what to do so I just went along for the ride. "Okay, sure. Sure I'll fuck you." I said. "Let's go over to the bank. I'm gonna suck yo cock better than you ever had befo." That wouldn't be hard since I had never had a girl suck or even touch my cock before. She took my hand and we waded out to the shore. She grabbed her towel off the bush and started to rub my chest dry. "Carrie, come here, baby," she called out to her young friend. Carrie waded over to the bank where we stood. "Carrie, go up on the bank and watch to see that nobody coming." "I ain't through swimming yet," Carrie protested. "You can swim more later. Now you go on up there and let us know if anybody coming." After Carrie had moved to her sentinel's position Taneisha turned her attention back to me. "Here, rub my body dry,"she said as she handed me the towel. I started drying her off, paying particular attention to her plump black breasts. I then moved the towel down on her stomach and then she turned around and I sponged off her back. While she was turned away from me, she reached down and pulled her soaking wet panties down to her knees and then let them fall to the ground. I reached around her with the towel and began to dry the wiry bush of hair on her crotch. She turned back to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. Her lips were full and soft and her breath was sweet as blackberry jam. Our tongues met and wrestled for supremacy, each wanting to grab more pleasure than the other. She then reached down and pulled my trunks down past my skinny white ass. They fell to the ground and my aching probe sprung up between her legs, bumping against her private honey hole. She broke away from me and spread her towel on the ground. She lay down on the towel and held her hand out to me. "Come here and give me some of that big thing," she said. I lay down beside her. Her kisses were so wonderful that I couldn't get enough. I kissed her lips and she took my hand and led it up to her breasts. Instinctively, I seemed to know what needed to be done. I squeezed her plump flesh and pinched her hard black nipples. "Suck my titties, Harry" she begged. I did as she asked. I moved my mouth to her breasts and let my tongue lick the stiff blacknipples that extended from her firm mounds. I sucked and I licked and then I lightly bit on her nipples as she cooed and moaned and begged for more. I could feel the temperature of her soft flesh increasing by the minute. On my own initiative, I let my hand wander down her stomach until I found her hair covered love mound and the moist slit between her legs. I began to rub her pussy and she moaned louder. I continued sucking on first one nipple, then the other as my hand slid up and down on her slit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I rubbed, to the point that my hand was sliding up and down with little or no detectable friction. The more I rubbed, the louder she moaned. "Oh shit, Harry. You make me come. Keep doing that, Harry." she said. I rubbed her pussy and sucked her tits until she cried out with a loud groan and her body arched up to meet my hand. Her body jerked and shimmied a few times and then she let out a loud sigh. "Harry.......you make me come,"she sang in a melodious cry. She pulled me up to her face and kissed me softly but firmly. "You a real man, Harry. Turn over on your back, honey. I'm gonna give you a sucking that you won't forget." I moved off of her and lay on my back. She quickly kissed her way down to my skinny body to my throbbing, jerking penis. I had no idea what she had in mind, but was pleasantly shocked when she took my cock into her mouth and began to educate me in the fine art of fellatio. For such a young girl, she knew exactly how to stroke a cock. "oh Harry. Yo cock is so much bigger than Randy's." "Who is Randy?" I asked. "Randy my cousin. Randy show me how to suck and fuck." Taneisha worked on my cock with a gentle but impassioned importunity, working hard to get every fraction of an inch of my pulsating penis. I had never had such an intense pleasure racing through my body. At that moment, I couldn't understand why people had such bad things to say about black people. This girl was surely showing me how nice negroes could be when treated properly. She would suck my cock and then massage it. Then suck it deep into her mouth and move her head up and down, making the sensations shoot up into my brain. My head was starting to spin and my heart was pumping in a way that I had never felt before. I had never shot my sperm before so I had no idea why we were doing this, even though it felt so good that I didn't care what would happen next. "Harry, will you fuck me with that big dick? Please fuck me, Harry!" She was almost begging for me to enter her, but I didn't really know what she wanted. "What do you mean?" I asked. She rolled off of me and lay on her back. "Get on top of me,Harry,"she commanded. "Come get on top of me." I did as I was told and she raised her legs up until her knees were beside her nipples. She then took hold of my cock and positioned it at the opening of her honeyhole. "Push yo cock in my pussy, Harry." I did as she asked and pushed my cock forward. I could feel it entering the hot, wet love tunnel between her legs. I pushed forward, feeling it slide deeper into her slick tunnel. "Oh God, Harry,"she cried out. "Oh my God, Harry. Push that big cock deep inside me." I pushed it into her until I could feel it hit against a wall deep inside her. "Oh God, Harry. Yo cock is so big. Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard, Harry." I really had no idea what she wanted but it seemed to make her feel good as I moved my cock in and out of her. I guess it was just natural instinct to move my cock in a way that made me feel as good she felt. Each stroke made me feel better than the last. "Fuck me hard, Harry!" she cried. So I did. I started moving my hips in a fore and back motion that not only made the sensations more intense for me but made her cry out for more with each stroke. Soon I was supporting myself above her and shoving my dick into her as hard and fast as I possibly could. As I shoved it in she moved her hips up to meet my attack only to have my dick drive her ass back to the ground. I closed my eyes and and let the motion becomself perpetuating. I didn't understand why I felt this way but I knew that it felt better than anything that I had ever experienced before. There was a burning and an urgency in the shaft of my cock that I didn't understand but that I had to keep satisfying. "Fuck me, Harry!" she cried, and as those words entered my ears my cock and balls reached their breaking point and the sperm spewed from the tiny piss slit in the end of my cock, slamming hard against her cervix, filling her cavern with my hot jism. My muscles reacted to the orgasm and jammed my cock as deep and hard as possible into her slick pussy. "Oh God, Harry. Shoot it deep! Fuck me hard, Harry!" By now, I didn't even know where I was located in the universe. The whole world was spinning around my orgasmic cock. I shoved it deep into her pussy until I finally just collapsed on top her, totally spent. I involuntarily shoved my cock into her a couple of more times, but all my life juice had been expended and she was drawing it into her womb with each pulse of her lusty heart. "Oh Harry. You fuck so good. Yo dick so big and hard." I wasn't really sure what had just happened and didn't really care. All I knew was that I had never felt so good in my life. This lusty, negroid girl had taken me into another realm of existence, a place that I had never imagined before, a world that was beyond my previous existence. I had no idea what the implications were. All I knew was that my cock plus a female equalled indescribable pleasure, a world that I had had only an abstract impression of before today. "God Harry, you fuck me so good." Taneisha's raspy voice brought me back into the real world. "You sho got a big dick, boy. It slammed me good and deep." We lay on the towel and laughed and kissed for a time. My dick shrank and loosed itself from her love hole, but after a few minutes of play it was growing back to its full length. Once again, I entered her hot, juicy tunnel and pumped her full of my love juice. This time it seemed more natural and I knew how she wanted to be fucked. I unloaded into her womb again and felt like I could have fucked her again and again but she said that she needed to get back home. Before she dressed she waded back into the creek and washed her body off with tepid water. After a couple of minutes she came back to the bank and toweled herself dry. I watched as she dressed. She gave me one last kiss and headed up the hill to where Carrie was standing guard for us and they disappeared into the field. I could hear Carrie protesting that she wanted to swim more but Taneisha told her they had to get home. I lay there on the towel for a while, reflecting on what had just happened. I was totally unprepared for this experience and my mind was having a hard time understanding all the implications. When I was ten years old, the county nurse had come to my school and talked to us about the differences between boys and girls. She had mentioned something about how a boy put his thing into the girl. Was this what she had been talking about? I wasn't sure but Taneisha had surely shown me that there was an exciting difference between the sexes. After some time I went back to Teresa's house and went to my room to rest up before supper. John came home and went about his business in the fields and Teressa prepared our evening meal. All the time my mind was replaying all the events of this summer afternoon. "Are you okay, Harry," John asked. "You seem a little..... distant today." I was surprised that he noticed. "Yea. I am okay. Why?" "I don't know. you just seem different today," he said. "No. I am okay. Nothing different." I lied. I could tell that he knew something was different. For the next two days, the summer rains poured from the heavens and I had no chance to return to the swimming hole. But on Thursday, the sky was blue and the July heat had returned. As usual I planned to go to the swimming hole after lunch, hoping that Taneisha would return, but this time Teresa decided to accompany me. Disappointed is not the word to describe how I felt about that, but I couldn't think of a good reason for her not to go with me. Of course, there was no sign of Taneisha. Friday afternoon, I was able to head back to the creek by myself, hoping that Taneisha would be there for another afternoon of passion, but she never showed. I was heartbroken and incredibly horny. As I lay on the largest boulder in the creek, I thought about our blissful afternoon together. The more I thought about it, the harder my penis became. I pulled my trunks down to my thighs and watched as my throbbing member popped out and upward and lay on my abdomen, the glans lying right in my navel. I started to stroke it with my right hand, finding that I could generate nearly the same wondrous sensations that Taneisha's slick cunt had provided that day. I stroked it slowly at first, thinking about her firm breasts and her hot body. Those familiar feelings were growing and growing. I remembered how sweet her kisses were and how she pleaded for me to shove it in deep and hard and fast. My hand was moving faster and faster. I could feel the blood pulsing through the shaft and my balls were beginning to ache with pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly feel better the hot jism shot about two feet in the air and came splashing down on my chest. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had no idea what had really happened the other day. I didn't know that I had shot my sperm into her soaked pussy. Following the first surge of juice, my penis released another load and then another. Then the hot juice poured out of the little piss slit and onto my steadily stroking hand. It flowed over my fingers and dripped onto my tight nutsack. After I had milked out every drop, I lay on the rock trying to return to reality. It was then that I noticed the heat from the sun on my body. I knew that I had already gotten a bit of a burn, so I slid off into the water and returned to the shore. I lay on the bank trying to sort out all the new information that I had received in the past few days. I now knew exactly why the girls were so interested in boys. And now I was just as interested in girls. Taneisha said that white girls didn't fuck until they were married. I wondered if that was true. Certainly the girls I knew wouldn't do such a thing. Or would they? One thing was for sure, I wasn't the same person that warm Friday afternoon that I had been on the previous Monday. My entire view of the world had changed in the span of about half an hour. The next day was Saturday and I woke up to the realization that I would be going back to town today. Back to my old world, but now even that world would be different. About 9 a.m, not long after breakfast, we loaded my clothes and bike into the trunk of John's 1954 Ford and headed to Waynesville. As we rode, John and Teresa chatted about the business of their lives. Teresa sat in the middle of the front seat, close to John. I could tell that this couple were truly in love. It occurred to me at that time that John and Teresa probably had sex too, the same way I had done with my beloved chocolate skinned seductress. I stared out the window at the green pastures and vegetable patches along the road and thinking about Cindy Marvin and some of the other girls in school. If only they knew what a real man I had become they would all be standing in line for my services. 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This story is a fantasy. It involves pedophilia which is illegal in most legal jurisdictions. Don't try to act out these fantasies. This story is copyrighted by d_copperfeel. --------- This is a continuation of my previous story "Karen and Marie". -------- On Monday morning, I reached the bus stop at about my usual time. My friend and neighbor, Stephen had walked to the stop with me that morning. He was bragging to me about the girl he had gone out with on Saturday morning. She was sixteen years old and a junior at Westside High School, which was our school's crosstown rival. "Man, she wore me out. I've had pussy before but this girl is an animal. She loves to fuck and sucks cock like a French whore," he told me in his most animated style. "I can hardly wait until this weekend. My dick is already getting hard just thinking about her." I had also had a sexual experience over the weekend, but I wasn't about to tell stephen because the girls involved lived too close to home. What he didn't know was that I had gotten two delicious blowjobs from 11 year old Karen Harrison and 12 year old Marie Anderson, both of whom lived on the same street as Stephen and I. When we reached the bus stop, Stephen spotted one of his friends from his tenth grade class. He left me and went over to tell his buddy all about his weekend. I stood holding my books under my right arm and daydreaming about soft preteen lips stroking my cock. After about 5 minutes, I saw Karen and Marie coming down the street toward the bus stop. When they reached the stop, I saw them smile at me and then stood away from me, playing hard to get. I walked over to them and said," Good morning, girls. Did you have a good weekend?" "Pretty good," replied Karen. "How was your weekend?" "I had a wonderful weekend," I said. They both smiled and looked at each other. "I'm having a birthday party on Saturday night. Do you think you can come?" asked Karen. "Sure. I wouldn't miss it for the world," I told her. "Great. I'm inviting about 15 people. Tell stephen he can come too." "I will tell him." Marie took me by the arm and whispered in my ear,"Don't you dare tell anyone what happened." "Me? You will probably be the one to tell." "Tell what?" It was stephen. He had overheard the end of our conversation. "Oh. Karen wanted to tell you about her party on Saturday night." "A party? Great. Can I come too?" Stephen asked. "Yes, you are invited but you had better behave or else,"intoned Karen. "I'm always a good boy. Isn't that right, Marie?" Stephen had a major crush on Marie. He wanted to date her but Marie's mother kept chasing him away. I'm sure he would want to be at the party to try to get close to Marie. He would probaby punch me if he knew what I had done with Marie. I hoped she wouldn't blab to him because Stephen was a good friend and my only real confidant. The bus for the middle school arrived and Karen and Marie climbed aboard with the other five kids who went to the middle school. Karen sat beside a window and waved goodbye as the bus pulled away. That left me and Stephen and a couple of other high schoolers waiting for our bus. The rest of that week was pretty routine. The same old classes and same old boring teachers. On Friday night, the football game was played at a school that was out of town, so I didn't get a chance to go. On Friday morning I asked my Mom to pick up a gift for Karen's birthday. She bought her a pair of earrings and wrapped them in pink crepe paper. At seven o'clock Saturday night, I walked down the street to the Harrison's house. There were already a few of Karen's guests sitting on outdoor chairs in the backyard. Karen met me at the gate and took me by the arm. "Hi baby. Happy birthday," I said and handed her the gift. She took it and thanked me. "Everyone, this is Ricky." she announced to her guests and then introduced me to them one by one. They were all seventh graders from Karen's school. Marie had already arrived, too. I sat down beside Marie while Karen went inside to put her gift with the others. Her Mom came out a few minutes later with some colas, lemonade and chips. "Hi Ricky. How are you?" said Mrs. Harrison. "I'm just fine, ma'am," I replied in my most polite tone. "Is Stephen coming?" asked Marie. "Or is he out with his whore?" "Uhhh, I think he is coming soon. I talked to him earlier and he said he would be here." "I bet he is screwing that bitch," she said. I was a little shocked that she even knew what screwing was, but, as they say, girls seem to catch on faster than boys to sexuality. "Well, you know, Marie, he really likes you but he isn't able to see you because of your Mother. What's a guy supposed to do?" "If he really liked me he wouldn't be out with someone else." "Well you really like him, but......," I trailed off, letting her finish the sentence in her mind, knowing that she had willingly tasted my cock just last weekend. "That was different," she said. "That was just .....That was just different." "Yep, that was different, for sure," I said with a smile and hugged her up against me with my right arm, teasing her. Stephen finally showed up and, after making some small talk with some of the other kids there, he sat down beside Marie and they spent the rest of the evening talking and dancing. Also making a late arrival was Karen's older sister Kimberly and her boyfriend, Daniel. Kimberly said hello to me but Daniel, who didn't really know me, just nodded an acknowledgement of my presence. They didn't stick around very long. After just a few minutes they went back inside the house and didn't return. The party was okay. I danced with a couple of the other middle school girls and flirted with them a little, but nothing serious. I think they enjoyed getting the attention of an "older man". Finally, I got to have a slow dance with Karen, the birthday girl. "So when can we get together?" I asked her. "I don't know. I'm tied up with homework and cheerleading all week. And then next weekend, we are going out of town to my grandmother's for Saturday and Sunday. Maybe in a couple of weeks." "I really do like you, Karen,"I told her. "You are a sweet girl and you are so sexy. Just looking at you turns me on like crazy, especially knowing how you can make me feel. You have such a beautiful body, too. Every night I lie awake and think about your beatiful face and how much you excite me." She was loving the sweet talk and I could feel her pull me closer to her. I wanted to kiss her but I was afraid her little friends might make a big deal out of it. But then she pulled me close and kissed me. A long, passsionate french kiss. I could hear the catcalls from the kids dancing around us. It made my heart pound and my cock was stiffening fast, but that was as close as I got to any satisfaction at the party. Pretty soon it was 11 o'clock and her Mom came out and said it was time to turn off the music. Her friends' parents started arriving and Karen gave each one a hug as they parted. I decided that I didn't want to be the last one there so I gave Karen another hug and a quick kiss on the cheek and walked home. Before I got home, stephen came jogging up behind me. "I wonder why Marie's Mom dislikes me so much,"Stephen said, he was serious this time and a bit melancholy. "You know, I really like Marie and it's not like I'm gonna force her to do anything. I wish that old bitch would just let me visit her without being on my ass." I could feel that stephen was sincere. He really liked Marie and just wanted to be near her, but her Mom didn't trust him. The ironic part was that she did trust me and I was the one pulling her daughter's ponytail as I shot cum into her mouth. Just weird, I thought. "Oh yea, I've got something for you,"he said. He reached into his pocket and brought out a couple of odd looking plastic packages. They were flat but I could see something round inside of the pack. "What is this?" I asked. "Those are condoms, dummy. Rubbers. Just in case you get lucky and get some pussy, you will need them." "Cool. So you put these on before you get laid?" I asked, genuinely not understanding the purpose of these things. "Yea, man. It keeps the girl from getting pregnant. I know you don't have a girlfriend but you never know when you might get lucky. Even you could get lucky someday. There are three of them there. You should try one out when you beat your wanker." He laughed and turned into the driveway of his house. I put the pack of condoms in my pocket and walked on to my house. When I was safe in my room, I examined the pack and did as Stephen had suggested. I pulled one onto my hard cock and masturbated, thinking about Karen and Marie, until I filled the pocket at the end of the condom with jism. I felt that these might indeed come in handy at some point. The following day I took the condoms out to the storage building behind my house and hid them under the work bench so my Mom wouldn't find them. The next week at school was just more of the same boring routine. The only real highlight of my days was the morning panty show that was presented to me everyday by the gorgeous Carla Benton. Carla sat across the room from me in History Class. She would sit with her back against the wall with her feet propped on the book shelf under her desk and, totally unaware of my leering eyes, she would open her legs just wide enough that I, and only I, could see straight up under her miniskirt to her cotton clad pussy. She usually wore just plain white panties, but occasionally they would have some sort of flower pattern or maybe a different color. At times, she would cross her legs and let her foot rock up and down. Later in life I learned that a woman could stimulate her clitoris by doing that. It's a good thing I didn't know it then or I would have shot a load into my shorts. That was pretty much the way it went for several weeks. On Friday nights, I would go to the football game, except when it was away from home. At night, in bed, I would think back to those two memorable days in the woods at the end of the street. I could almost feel Karen and Marie's soft lips moving up and down on my hard dick. I kept trying to dream up a scenario where I could get one or the other alone for a short time, but that was as close as I was getting to Karen or Marie these days. They seemed to always be busy with school or going shopping with their mothers. In our school, the grading periods lasted for six weeks at a time. After six weeks, we got our progress reports and then the classes moved into another phase. My final class of the day was Biology. At the beginning of the second grading period, the teacher announced that we would be doing a rather unpleasant lab project - dissecting a frog. Some of the girls let out a loud groan and protested the prospect of cutting open a dead frog. We would be working in pairs to dissect the frog and then, by soaking the frog in soda pop, we would dissolve its flesh and mount the bones on a display board. I sat at a lab table with my longtime friend, David and I just assumed that we would be working together on the frog. But, at the end of class that day, I was approached by Kimberly Harrison who asked me if I would be her partner. "Since we live so close, we could get together and work on the skeleton," she said. "Well, sure. That will be fine with me,"I replied, a little nervously and shocked that she wanted to be my partner. I had known Kimberly since the first grade. She was pretty and popular and very intelligent, always at the top of our class. She had natural blonde hair, parted in the middle, that had grown out since the Summer, now reaching down to her shoulder blades. Her breasts were still very small for her age, but her behind was maturing quickly and she had strong, athletic legs due to her cheerleading workouts. She was the captain of the junior varsity football cheerleading squad and had been dating this guy, Daniel, who was the top running back on the JV team. "Look, I know this is just a school project, but you don't think Daniel will get mad at me for being your partner, do you?" I asked, knowing that he was capable of roughing me up if he got jealous. "Don't worry about him, silly. I will take care of it." So the next day, I informed David that I was going to have a new partner when the frog project began. He gave me a bit of a hard time, teasing me about being with Kimberly, but he was cool with it and found another partner. The following Monday, the teacher presented us with our very own dead frogs and we proceeded to slice them open and study all the internal parts. Over the next couple of days, Kimberly Harrison worked next to me and pretty much did all of the important work. It was all I could do to keep from getting a boner as I felt the heat emanating from her soft, lightly tanned body. She wore just a dab of a wonderful smelling perfume which, unfortunately, was overwhelmed by the smell of the formaldehyde that preserved the frog. While cutting on the frog, she never showed any hesitation or squeamishness about the gruesome work at hand. She seemed to always have a good attitude and was friendly and easy to work with, even though her smile and her girlish laugh were very distracting and even exciting. On Wednesday, I took the frog home with me. Kimberly had to attend the junior varsity football game that night so I had to take care of Mr. Frog myself. I poured some soda pop in a pan and put what remained of the frog into it for an overnight soak. The next morning the skin and muscles of the frog were started to come off the bones. I reported to Kimberly that morning that the project was well underway. "Would Saturday afternoon be a good time to get together and put the skeleton together?" she asked. "Yea, I think Saturday would be good. Do you want me to bring it to your house or are going to come to mine?" I inquired. "I can come to your house,"she replied. "Do you have the board that we need?" "Yep. I have it ready. I sanded it and put some varnish on so that it will look good. I will finish cleaning up the bones and have them ready by Saturday." "Cool,"she said. "Mr. Frog will be looking his best then." She laughed and walked away. I watched her walk away, her full hips moving side to side under her denim miniskirt. What I wouldn't give to pull her skirt up and give that pussy a good workout! The football game that weekend was at Maysville High, which was in the next county to the south of where we lived. As usual, I wasn't able to go to the game so I stayed home and made sure that the frog bones were properly cleaned. It all looked good and I made sure that we had all the supplies that would be required. On Saturday morning, I got out of bed and put on my "lucky" sweat pants, the same pants that Karen Harrison had yanked down to expose my throbbing member. I also put on a tight fitting jersey teeshirt that accentuated what physique that I had. After breakfast,Mom informed me that she and Dad were going to visit my grandparents that afternoon and asked if I would like to come along. "No, I have to get together with Kimberly and finish the frog. Would it be okay if she comes up here while you are gone? We are going to mount the frog's skeleton on our display." "Sure, that will be fine. I don't trust you but I trust Kimberly," she smiled and rubbed my hair like I was a little boy. "I know you are good boy but boys will be boys. Especially boys at your age." "Aw, Mom. It's just Kimberly. Besides her boyfriend would beat me up if I tried to mess around with her." And I meant that too. I had no idea at all that this would be anything more than a school project. At about 12:30, the phone rang. It was Kimberly. "Hi, what are you doing?" she asked. "Are you ready to work on Mr. Frog?" "Sure. I think I have everything ready. Just come on up when you are ready," I replied. "OK. I will be up there in a few minutes." About ten minutes later, the door bell rang. I opened the door and invited the lovely Kimberly Harrison into my abode. "I have all the stuff out in the shed. We will work out there if you don't mind." "Where are your parents? Aren't they at home?" "No, they went to my grandparents' house. If that is a problem, We can get the stuff and go to your house if you would prefer." "No, it will be okay. I trust you, Ricky. At least, I think I trust you." I smiled and acted like I was a monster about to grab her. She laughed and we headed on out to the shed. "Trust me?" I thought. "If you only knew what I had done with your little sister you would probably scream and run home to your Momma." I opened the door to the shed and let her go in first. As always, Kimberly was looking beautiful today. She was wearing a fairly tight, houndstooth pattern miniskirt that stopped just a little above mid thigh. It was tight on her shapely, round ass. She also wore a thin, white button-up cotton blouse. Her outfit would have been considered conservative in those days. I turned on the overhead light and started to assemble our supplies. There were a couple of padded bar stools in the shed, so I pulled them up to the work bench for us to sit on. We started working on the frog, Kimberly sitting to my left. I found the spine and laid it out on the board and we began to fish through the pile of bones, referencing our text book to identify and assemble each bone. When we were sure we had the right bone in the right place, we would glue it to the board. We were making good progress on our project, almost finished when Kimberly dropped a bombshell on me. Without even looking at me, she said,"I know what you did with my little sister." I felt a weird feeling run through my body. Fear I suppose. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could she possibly know? Or did she know anything? Maybe she was just talking about the kiss at Karen's birthday party. "What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to distance myself from whatever she might know. "I know what you did with Karen. And Marie." Now she was looking at me with her sparkling blue eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about. You know, all I did was dance with Karen and SHE kissed me. She made that move." I protested. "OH NO, mister. I know that you talked Karen into giving you a blowjob. And Marie, too. Are you going to deny it?" she asked in a certain, interrogative tone. "Where did you hear that? I don't know what you are talking about," I said, continuing to play dumb. "She told me. I heard her talking on the phone to one of her girlfriends. I could tell that she knew what she was talking about, so I pried it out of her. She admitted it. She said you talked her into going into the woods and giving you a blowjob. And Marie did it too." "Look, she must have been talking about someone else. You know I wouldn't do that with your little sister. Or Marie. Even though I would love to do that, I'm, you know, not that persuasive." She smiled at me and said,"It's okay. I'm not gonna tell my Mom or anything. I just don't want my sister to get in trouble. Just be careful. And don't try to take it any farther than that." "Oh, okay. Yea, I will be careful," I said. I wasn't sure just what to say now. I couldn't believe Karen would tell Kimberly such damaging information. But then I guess she didn't really see it as damaging if she was bragging to her friends about it. "Then you admit it, huh?" she said. "You got my little sister to give you a blowjob." I was tired of lying and playing dumb, so I just let loose with the truth. "Yea, I did. Not once but twice." "Oh God!" she said. "Twice?" She paused a moment, then said,"Well, tell me. Was she good? Did she know how to do it?" "Hell, yea, she was good. She didn't know how the first time, but the second time she was great. And the second time, she brought Marie along and she did it too." We looked at each other then broke out in laughter. "Oh My God. I can't believe Karen would do that with you. And Marie too. What are you, a super stud?" "Well, I guess so," I replied. We laughed together again."Look. It just happened. It wasn't planned or anything. There was just....an opportunity, so I took it. And then took it again with Marie." "Well, okay. Don't worry, I won't get you in trouble or anything. The only thing that bothers me is that my little sister did it before I did." That statement really caught my attention. I found it hard to believe that this girl, who had gone steady with so many guys since the fifth grade, had never given head to any of them. I looked into her flashing blue eyes and searched for the truth. "I don't believe you. You always have a boyfriend, so you must be doing something. Not that it's any of my business, but...you know. You must be doing something to be so popular." "I will tell you the truth. The only thing I have ever done....,"her voice trailed off, and she hesitated. She looked me in the eye and said,"The only thing I have ever done with a boy was to jerk off Stephen. That's the only thing I've ever done other than kiss." OH Shit! She jerked off Stephen? How did that happen? "You jerked off Stephen?" I asked, my mouth hanging open. "Yes, and don't you say anything. It just happened. Stephen is cute and he is very forward. It just happened." "Okay. I'm shocked but I can see how that could happen. But you don't even do that with Daniel?" "No, I don't do anything with Daniel. Not yet. I like him and I don't want him to think I'm a slut. We go to church together." With that we went back to our project. We had the head all assembled and only had a couple of extra bones left over. We looked at the book and were stymied as to where the bones belonged. "So you are kind of upset that Karen has done more than you have?" I asked. "That would be easy to fix." I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear,"We can fix that right now" She turned to look at me. Our eyes were only inches apart when they met and then our lips were suddenly pulled together. We kissed softly and warmly and the kiss just kept on and on. She didn't offer to pull away. I turned my bar stool seat to face her and put my hand behind her head, feeling her silky blond hair under my fingers. I slid my tongue between her now opened lips and was met halfway by her tongue. I felt like electricity came through her tongue and shot down to my loins. My cock started growing instantly. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. I stood up from my seat and turned her towards me. I pushed her legs apart with my own legs and moved in closer. I put both arms around her waist and pulled her to me. I was now taller than she was and I was in a dominant position, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. I rubbed her back up and down and began to pull her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt. I moved my lips down her throat, letting her suck in some air and giving her a chance to protest if she didn't like my approach. She only sighed and pulled me close to her soft body. I broke off the kiss and put my fingers to work on the buttons of her blouse. With each button that was loosened I would kiss her lips again. I couldn't believe this was happening with Kimberly Harrison, but she never said a word about stopping. Soon her bra was exposed. I continued to unbutton her blouse until all the buttons were undone. I pushed her blouse back and fully exposed her lacy white bra. I kissed and sucked softly on her neck and her ears. She was breathing hard and loud and her body was starting to feel very hot. I moved my hands from her back to the front and quickly pushed her bra up, exposing the most beautiful, if small breasts, I had ever seen. They weren't very big, not even as big as Marie who was two years younger. Basically just plump mounds of babyfat, but her nipples and aureolas were large and mature. Her nipples were erect and ready to be sucked. Her aureolas were more pink than her sister's. Karen's were darker but Kimberly's were light pink, barely darker than the color of the surrounding flesh. I let my hands wander over her breasts, pinching and rubbing as they went. "Oh my God, Ricky," she whispered into my ear. "Please suck on my tits! Oh God! Mmmmmm." I did as she asked. I bent over and sucked and licked her breasts to the best of my ability. She seemed to really moan when I would bite on her stiff nipples. My hands were busy massaging her back while I sucked on her tits. She had her right hand behind my head, pulling me closer and running her fingers through my hair. "I think you are ready for some cock, girl," I whispered to her. She looked into my eyes and her expression said yes. I looked over into the corner of the shed and spotted a sofa cushion leaning against the wall. I got loose from her and retrieved the cushion. I pushed my barstool back and throwed the cushion on the floor at my feet. I took her by the hand and told her,"Here, kneel down on the cushion." She stood up from the stool and kneeled down in front of me. "Pull my pants down, if that is what you want," I told her. she hesitated for a moment then grabbed the waist of my sweat pants and briefs and pulled them both down to my knees. My stiff, throbbing cock sprang into view right at her eye level. She looked at it and then took it into her right hand. She stroked it slowly and firmly. I didn't even have to ask her to take it into her mouth. She began to lick the head, swirling her tongue all around, making the sensations shoot up to my brain. She pulled the glans into her mouth and let her lips slide back off of it. Apparently it didn't offend her senses as she slid her lips back and forth over the bell of my cock again and again. "Oh my God," was all she said as she massaged my cock with her right hand. She then slowly began to work more and more of the shaft into her mouth. "Try to take it all in, Kimberly," I encouraged her. She did as I asked and pulled it deeper and deeper into her moist, warm mouth. She began to work her head back and forth, sliding my cock deeper and then back out. With each stroke she became more of an expert. Soon she was sliding her mouth up and down on my cock like a horny little cum sucker. I had known Kimberly since she was six years old. We had been friends for most of our lives, but now we were suddenly more than friends. She was the center of my universe and every move she made sent me closer and closer to ecstacy. I could tell that this girl had found something that she would love for the rest of her life. "Kimberly!! That feels so good," that was as creative as I could be at the moment. She acknowledged my compliment by sucking my cock in deeper than before. "Kimberly, I want to put it inside you!" I blurted out. "Oh God, I can't do that, Ricky," she said, pulling my cock from her mouth and massaging it with a passion to keep it fully inflated. "I could get pregnant. And I don't want Daniel to know that I've already done it." "Oh, baby. Kimberly, Kimberly. Kimmie Kimmie!," I was almost incoherent. I took her by her left hand and told her to stand up. When she did, I pulled her to me and kissed her lips and her neck and her ears. "Please don't give me a passion mark," she said. "I have a date with Daniel tonight and I don't want to lose him." "Kimberly, I want you so bad. You know you want to do it,too. Can't you feel it inside? I pulled her close to me as I leaned back against the work bench. My cock was pushed upward against her at about the waistline. I continued to kiss her face and her lips while my hands wandered down to her ample ass. I started slowly working her skirt up until it was up over her hips. I massaged her silky white panties with my right hand while my left hand pulled her close. I let my hand run over the curve of her behind and reach down to her love hole. Her panties were soaked with her pussy juice. She was moving her hips in and out against my body. I knew she was coming around to my way of thinking. She suddenly pushed me back and turned around. I put my right hand around her waist and pulled her back to me. I parted her hair with my nose and started kissing the back of her neck. Both of my hands moved to her breasts and I held her back as I pinched her nipples. "Oh God, Ricky. I just can't. It wouldn't be right. If Daniel finds out, I will lose him. And I could get pregnant. I would die if I got pregnant." "Daniel isn't going to know. And I have protection, so you won't get pregnant. No one will know except you and me. I want you so bad, Kimberly." "You have protection? You have a condom?" I couldn't believe it but she was really wanting to do it. "Well, we can't do it here. I am not going to lie down on this concrete floor." "I have an idea how we can do it. Just trust me, Kimberly. I want you so much, baby. Just suck my dick just a little more to get me good and hard, okay." "Okay," she said and complied with my request. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked it, slowly and smoothly, taking it all in and making me stiff as a steel rod. "I can't hold back much longer, Kimmie! I want to fuck your pussy, Kimmie!," I was almost commanding her now. "Stand up, baby." I held her left hand again as she stood up and I kissed her delicious mouth. I pulled the two barstools together and told her to bend over and lie across the barstools. She did as I asked, her feet barely reaching the concrete floor. I looked up under the workbench and found my prize condoms. I quickly stripped one out of the pack as Kimberly lay patiently across the barstools. I pulled the rubber onto my twitching cock and massaged it with my right hand, getting it bone hard. I then pushed Kimberly's miniskirt up past her waist and pulled her panties down, exposing the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen. Her buns were snow white inside her tan lines and perfectly smooth. As I slid her panties down, I could see her pussy slit with its light covering of naturally blond pubic hair. I pushed her panties down until they automatically fell to her feet. I told her to lift her foot while I freed her legs from the restricting fabric. With my foot, I pushed her feet apart and moved in to confront her exposed cunt. I massaged my cock until I knew it was almost ready to explode. It was as hard as blue steel. Kimberly lay across the barstools, anticipating the violation of her most private spot. She looked back at me as I spread her legs apart. "Oh God, Ricky, please be gentle. I've never done this before" was all she had to say. Her virgin pussy was waiting for me to assault it. I moved in closer, my cock in hand. I rubbed the tip of my phallus up and down on her slit. I could see the moisture from her body accumulating on the condom as I rubbed it just inside her labia. I found what I thought was the correct location and began to push into her. The only thing I knew about this was some pictures I had seen in a dirty magazine. I could feel resistance as I tried to push forward. That made me all the more determined, so I pushed hard and felt my cock enter her vagina. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her back to me as I pushed deeper. "Owwwwwww,"she cried. I thought maybe I had put it in the wrong place. But then I pushed again and it slid into her tight, hot tunnel. I could feel her moist flesh all around the glans of my cock. "Ohhhhh," she cried out again. I was afraid that I was hurting her, but something inside me said to push deeper, so I did. "Ohhhhh, My Goddd, Ricky!," she cried. I looked down and saw that my cock was entirely inside her. She was panting and moaning like she was in terrible pain. But the sound of her protestations just made me all the more horny. I began to slide my cock in and out of her pussy, noting that each time I pushed in she would let out a moan or groan. I could already feel the sperm moving up my shaft and my balls were working furiously to supply a massive load of the sticky juice. My hips began to move on their own, faster and faster, pushing my dick deep into her juicy pussy. I watched her as she grabbed the legs of the barstool, holding on for dear life, as I punished her horny love hole. I reached up under her chest and grabbed onto her breasts. She raised up off of the barstools as I pounded her cunt. Her nipples were as hard as my cock, protruding down through my fingers. Unfortunately, this couldn't go on for ever. In fact, it probably didn't last three minutes before I felt my cock firing sperm into the waiting receptacle of the condom. I kept pumping,harder than before, as spasm after spasm shot my cum into the rubber. I felt like my legs were about to buckle and I held onto the work bench for support. My head was spinning and my heart pounding. Occasionally, I would pump my dick into her again, but I knew that I was totally spent. I pulled my slowly deflating cock from her slick pussy, but Kimberly just laid across the barstools, breathing hard and rocking her head from side to side. I pulled her limp body up to me and began to kiss her on the neck while massaging her lovely tits. I let her lay across the barstools again as she tried to regain her balance and composure. It took her a few minutes to come to her senses. While she was recovering, I pulled the condom from my penis, found some paper to wrap it and its wrapper in and tossed it into the trash can. Kimberly got up from the barstools and leaned against me as I softly kissed her lips and her neck. She then pulled her bra down and repositioned it over her plump little tits and buttoned her shirt. "Oh Ricky. I had no idea it would be like that. It was sooo good. It felt so good when you were inside me. I wish we had time to do it again, but I have to go." "You were wonderful Kimberly. You are so sexy, so sweet and soft and hot. I never knew anything could be so good," I told her in all earnestness as I hugged her against my body, taking in the soft smell of her hair and perfume. "You did it so good, Ricky. I loved it. Would you please hand me my panties?" she said. I bent over and picked up her soggy panties from the concrete floor and held them up over her head so that she couldn't reach them. "No," I replied. "They are mine now. My memento of my first time." "You can't keep my panties, Mr. Perv,"she said, flashing her beautiful smile. "Please, something to remember you by," I said. "Are you serious?" she asked. She could see that I was serious. "Fine, keep them if you like." She finished straightening up her clothes and pulled me down to meet her lips again. "Oh God," she said,"I have a date with Daniel tonight. How am I going to face him?" "Let him get lucky, I guess. Don't you think he would love it?" I said. She just laughed a little. "I think he would freak out. I don't think he is ready for the real thing." Unfortunately, it was time for her to go home and get ready for her date that evening. I pulled her against me and hugged her tight, giving her a kiss on her left cheek. "Look, don't worry. This is between me and you,"I told her." It's our secret. Don't worry.' She smiled and kissed me on the lips. "You are a good guy, Ricky. I hope we can do this again.," she said, though I knew that would be hard to do. "I can hardly wait. Anytime you like, the sooner the better," I told her. Somehow I knew this would be our only opportunity, but I was hoping this would be only the beginning of something really great. "Look. Don't worry about the frog. I will take care of it." She just smiled. I think she had totally forgotten about the frog. After she was sure that her clothing looked neat and straight, I opened the door to the shed and let her lead us out into the light of the day. To our surpise, there was Mr. and Mrs. Davis, my next door neighbors, working in their yard. "Hello, Mr. Davis," I said. "How are you today?" "Not as good as you, I'm sure" Mr. Davis replied. Mrs. Davis didn't seem amused. About a week later, my Mom came to me and said,"Mrs. Davis said that you and Kimberly were making weird noises in the shed. Like maybe something was going on that shouldn't have been going on." "Oh, it was just the radio,Mom. We had it turned up pretty loud." "You had better not be getting yourself in trouble,"she said. "But Kimberly is a good girl so I believe you. This time!" Monday morning I was standing at the bus stop when I saw Kimberly and her older sister, Dana, drive past on their way to school. I saw Kimberly look at me and wave. I gave a quick wave back. When I arrived at school, I went to my classroom and took my seat. A few minutes later, Kimberly came in with another girl. She looked at me and smiled, but we didn't get an opportunity to talk until later. That afternoon, I went into Biology class and sat down at my lab table. When Kimberly arrived, she took her seat beside me at the table. "Hello, partner," I said. "Did you have a good weekend?" She smiled and said," I had a wonderful weekend, how about you?" "The best ever. I don't know how I could ever have a better weekend." The teacher came in and started asking for our frogs. I took ours up and laid it on the table with all the others and returned to my seat. When the class ended and we were about to leave, Kimberly looked at me with those big blue eyes. "I've enjoyed working with you, Ricky, but I think I will go back to my original seat after today. I don't want anyone starting rumors that might get back to Daniel." I was a bit disappointed to hear that, but I understood her reasoning. "It's okay. I will talk to David and get him to move back over here. It was real pleasure working with you and you know that I mean that. So, I guess I will see you around." And I did see her around. Usually always with her boyfriend who never seemed the wiser that his delicate sweetheart was no longer a virgin flower. "

Story_codes: nc,anal,snuff,humil,spanish Jessica haba recibido la llamada a primera hora de la tarde. Pensaba que no habra ms reuniones durante el da. Siendo la jefa de operaciones de una gran multinacional poda tomarse ciertas libertades con el horario u otras cosas. No lo haca. Estaba demasiado dedicada al trabajo. As haba conseguido semejante cargo con tan solo treinta aos. Muchos por supuesto lo achacaban a su aspecto. No eran pocos los rumores sobre cmo haba conseguido el favor del fundador. Todos falsos, aunque eran comprensibles. Se trataba de una autntica preciosidad de mujer. Una diosa. Careca totalmente de vida social. nicamente se dedicaba al trabajo y a mantenerse en forma, porque ella tambin era consciente de su atractivo fsico. Le gustaba estar guapa. Si eso la ayudaba o no a progresar, poco le importaba. Meda un metro setenta, tal vez un poco ms. Su pelo era largo, de color castao oscuro, con muchas ondas. Se peinaba con la raya en medio dejando el cabello caer enmarcando su precioso rostro. Las ondas llegaban justo por detrs de los omoplatos a la espalda y casi hasta los pechos por delante. Dejaba al descubierto la mayor parte de la frente e incluso las mejillas, cubriendo tan solo el lateral de ambos lados. Tena el cuello largo, grcil, elegante como el de un cisne. Su cuerpo era envidiable. Tena la piel un poco bronceada, lo justo para darle una apariencia joven y saludable. Posea el tipo de una modelo solo que con mucho mejores curvas. Tena los pechos firmes, de talla casi noventa, bien redondeados. El trasero era simplemente perfecto. Tambin una noventa, tambin redondo y firme. Era la clase de culo que se vea bien tras unos vaqueros, un bikini, una falda, o un vestido. El rostro no haca desmerecer ni un pice a tan magnfico cuerpo. Era ovalado y bien proporcionado. Los ojos eran color avellana, ligeramente hundidos en el rostro, con forma de almendra. Estaban coronados por unas finas cejas con ngulo muy suave. La nariz un poco chata y levantada. Los labios, pintados ligeramente de rosa, eran gruesos sin llegar a ser excesivos. Usaba algo de maquillaje. Poco. Aquel da, como cualquier da laboral, vesta de forma elegante. Llevaba un vestido color beige muy claro, con escote en forma de U, demasiado recatado para mostrar ms que el cuello. Tena las mangas largas, dejando a la vista solo las manos que, eso s, exhiban una carsima manicura, con las uas de color rosa tambin muy claro. Estaba bien ceido a la esbelta cintura de Jessica. De ese modo marcaba bien el contorno de los pechos y los glteos, aunque sin el ms mnimo atisbo de vulgaridad. La parte inferior llegaba justo por debajo de las rodillas. El resto de las piernas estaba cubierto por medias color carne y unos zapatos gris claro. Llevaba encima un abrigo igual de largo que el vestido, color azul grisceo. No era un da especialmente fro, as que lo llevaba abierto. Ni siquiera haba metido los brazos en las mangas. Simplemente lo cargaba sobre los hombros. La llamada haba sido un tanto desagradable. La junta de accionistas no la quera en su puesto. Estaba haciendo un gran trabajo, por eso el fundador la haba contratado y le haba dado control absoluto sobre la empresa. Tambin estaba cortando ciertas posibilidades de negocio poco legales para otros socios. Por supuesto eso no haba gustado a muchos de los accionistas. An as haban aguantado. Todo se complic cuando, gracias al renovado crecimiento de la empresa otras multinacionales ms grandes haban mostrado inters por comprarles. La oferta era tan golosa que la mayora de los accionistas queran aceptarla. Jessica se negaba tajantemente. Vea la posibilidad de hacer mejor negocio a largo plazo. Mejor para la empresa, pero cierto grupo de los accionistas mayoritarios estaban empeados en obtener el bien inmediato. Poco podan hacer sin el apoyo del fundador, y este apoyaba las decisiones de Jessica. Como tampoco eran capaces de hacerla cambiar de opinin, llevaban un tiempo intentando convencerla de dimitir. Jessica, por supuesto, no iba a dejarse convencer. No le importaba si empleaban tcticas extraas, como citarla en uno de los ticos de la empresa en lugar del centro de reuniones habitual. Estaba acostumbrada a esas pequeas jugarretas. Sacar a la otra persona a un terreno donde se sintiese ms cmoda. Estaban tan anticuadas como la mayor parte de la junta de accionistas. Solo se preguntaba si habran elegido a un representante o habran decidido reunirse all al completo. Su experiencia le dictaba lo segundo, pero tampoco le inquietaba mucho encontrarse con toda la plana mayor. No le llev mucho tiempo desde que aparc en el parking del lujoso edificio hasta encontrarse en la veinteava planta. Aunque tena las llaves decidi llamar a la puerta. No reconoci a quien le abri la puerta. Un hombre alto, de complexin atltica. Moreno con el pelo corto. No era especialmente atractivo o desagradable. De hecho, apenas tena rasgos que le pudiesen distinguir entre la multitud. Tal vez cierto porte militar acompaado de presencia intimidatoria. Vesta de traje negro con corbata azul y camisa blanca. Jessica qued un poco perpleja. La junta haba elegido un representante para hablar en nombre de todos otras veces, pero siempre un miembro de la propia junta. Este era un total desconocido. Haban contratado una especie de negociador? Estaba claro que l la conoca. La haba saludado formalmente llamndola por su nombre. Se haba presentado simplemente como Bob. -No te haba visto antes, Bob. Qu es todo esto? -Me han contratado para negociar usted. Responda secamente. El tono justo para no resultar desagradable. Tampoco estaba demasiado cerca de resultar amigable. Tan solo formal. -Eres una especie de mediador? -Podra decirse que s. Ayudo a desatascar las negociaciones que se encuentran en un punto muerto. -Entiendo. Dame un minuto. Jessica ni siquiera haba atravesado an el umbral de la puerta. Hizo un signo de pausa a Bob. Le costaba creer que alguien se llamase simplemente Bob. En cualquier caso, quera saber de qu iba aquel asunto. Rebusco en el bolso por uno de sus mviles. Llevaba uno personal, con nmeros de familiares y de tan solo un par de amigas, y el laboral con una agenda tan grande como aquel tico de ms de doscientos metros. Sac el segundo. Busc rpidamente el nmero de Cora, la nica mujer miembro de la junta de accionistas. No eran precisamente amigas, pero haba cierta confianza entre ambas. Tras un par de tonos escuch la voz de una mujer bien entrada en los cincuenta al otro lado del telfono. -Jessica? Jessica evit suspirar con resignacin. Evidentemente deba aparecer su nombre en el telfono de Cora, pero ese era el problema de la junta, no saban adaptarse a los tiempos. -S, soy yo. Estoy en el tico del centro. Esperaba reunirme con vosotros, pero aqu solo hay un hombre que se hace llamar Bob. -S. Esa fue toda la respuesta de Cora. Pareca nerviosa. Ms an, inquieta. No era normal. Cora poda ser un dinosaurio en cuando a sus mtodos de trabajo, pero estaba acostumbrada a operaciones de millones y millones tanto de euros como de dlares. Sin embargo le costaba hablar. -Entonces le habis elegido para representaros? No vais a conseguir nada nuevo. -Escchame, Jessica. - Cora haba levantado el tono de voz. Sonaba como si quisiese decir algo importante. - Ese hombre tiene autoridad para hablar por nosotros. Acepta su oferta, de acuerdo?, simplemente acepta su oferta. Jessica movi la cabeza de lado a lado, negando. -Ya hemos pasado por esto, Cora. No podis... -No lo entiendes Jessica!, no entiendes una mierda! Acepta su oferta, de acuerdo?, tan solo acepta su oferta. Con esas ltimas palabras Cora colg. Jessica mir algo sorprendida al telfono. Lo guard nuevamente en el bolso y volvi a mirar a Bob. Luego se encogi de hombros. -Parece que tu y yo vamos a tener una charla. Ambos entraron en el tico. Jessica no se fij, pero Bob se asegur de cerrar bien la puerta tras ellos. La joven ya haba estado all antes. La empresa usaba ese tico para algunas reuniones, para alojar a socios que vivan fuera de la ciudad, o para alguna de esas fiestas en las que ella procuraba no tomar parte. An as haba estado anteriormente, cuando se alojaban socios o clientes de fuera. Siempre como en aquella ocasin, por asuntos laborales. No haba mucha decoracin. Un par de sillones cmodos, una mesita donde ahora haba unos cuantos papeles y el maletn de Bob, algunos armarios... La cocina, aunque sencilla, no estaba en una habitacin distinta. Tan solo haba una barra americana. Tampoco es que se usase mucho, pero un piso entero sin cocina habra resultado raro. Adems, as tenan un sitio para la nevera y, por aadidura, las bebidas fras. Jessica se sent en uno de los sillones alrededor de la mesa, al lado contrario de la puerta. Bob justo en frente, aunque l trajo una silla desde la cocina. Ambos se miraron unos instantes. Era evidente que los dos saban guardar silencio para poner nerviosos a sus interlocutores. Tambin se hizo evidente muy pronto que ninguno de los dos iba a ponerse nervioso con artimaas tan baratas. Bob sonri con reconocimiento. Jessica devolvi el gesto. Tena una sonrisa radiante, vital, y enrgica. Fue la primera en hablar. -Escucha. Hoy ha sido un da largo. Estoy cansada. Acabemos cuanto antes. Hazme tu oferta para que pueda rechazarla rpido. Volvi a mostrar su magnfica sonrisa. Pasaron casi dos horas negociando. Haban necesitado encender la luz para seguir viendo. Bob haba empezado fuerte. Sin ms, diez millones por abandonar su puesto. Mucho mejor que cualquier finiquito. De hecho durante unos segundos se haba imaginado siendo rica con ese dinero. An as lo rechaz. A largo plazo estaba segura de poder conseguir ms en la empresa. Desde all siguieron mejores ofertas cada vez. Jessica a veces se tomaba la molestia de responder, pero mentalmente las haba rechazado todas antes incluso de acabar de escucharlas. Bob haba descrito la situacin como un punto muerto. Ella lo vea de otro modo. Simplemente no iba a ceder. Llegado ese punto ya era cuestin de orgullo. Saba que poda hacerlo mejor. Saba que poda convertir a la empresa en una de las primeras del sector a nivel mundial. Para ella no se trataba solo de dinero. Haba empezado sin nada. Se haba matado a estudiar mientras trabajaba para pagarse la carrera. Haba soportado a machistas y cerdos que la despreciaban por ser mujer o por ser guapa. Cuando finalmente tena la oportunidad, no iba a dejarla pasar. Prefera arruinarse a enriquecerse sin comprobar hasta donde era capaz de llegar. -Bob. - Todava se le haca raro llamar as a alguien. - Tampoco me interesa. No quiero ese dinero. Imagino que tampoco a ti te gusta fallar. Lo entiendo. A pesar de todo, no puedes ofrecerme nada que quiera. El hombre se recost sobre el respaldo de su asiento. Admiraba esa actitud. Adems, estaban llegando al punto al que l quera llegar. Desde el momento en que haba abierto la puerta haba luchado contra el deseo de arruinar la negociacin a posta. Al hablar con Jessica, comprobar su entrega, observar su simpata, esos deseos se haban acrecentado. Tristemente, al menos para l, era un profesional. Deba intentar hacerlo bien por todos los medios. -Voy a intentar tentarte un poco ms. Haca rato que haba empezado a tutearla. A peticin suya, claro. -Sintete libre de hacerlo. Bob asinti antes de seguir hablando. -Volvemos a la oferta inicial. Diez millones. A parte de eso, la junta me ha autorizado a ofrecerte algo ms. Te darn parte de sus acciones. Un tres por ciento de la empresa en total. Mientras la empresa siga ganando dinero, t tambin lo hars. Podrs abrir tu propio negocio. Jessica deba admitirlo, esa oferta si le tentaba. Guard silencio unos instantes. Al final volvi a mostrar su mejor sonrisa y neg con la cabeza. -No. Lo siento. Sigo sin poder aceptar. -Entiendo. Tengo que advertirte, era la ltima oferta. Si la rechazas no hay ms que negociar. Ya no habr marcha atrs. Jessica asinti. De algn modo no le gustaba cmo haba sonado eso, pero por su parte ya estaba todo dicho. -An as, debo rechazar. -Ests completamente segura?. -S. Lo siento. Unas veces se gana, otras se pierde. Hoy no te tocaba ganar. Ambos se levantaron. Jessica an sonrea. No solo estaba en su carcter si no que, una vez ms, se haba mantenido firme en su postura. Extendi la mano para estrechar la de Bob, que tambin se haba levantado. Bob, en lugar de extender la mano derecha, us la izquierda para agarrar la mueca de Jessica. Tir con fuerza hacia s mismo. Jessica no lo esperaba y fue incapaz de oponer resistencia. Trastabill hacia delante solo para encontrarse con un puo en el estmago. Se dobl mientras abra la boca. El golpe le haba sacado el aire. Momentneamente era incapaz de respirar. Cay de rodillas al suelo. Apoy la mano derecha para no caerse del todo mientras llev la otra al estmago. No entenda lo ocurrido. Mir a Bob. El hombre haba abierto el maletn. Se gir con un par de bridas en las manos. Camin hacia Jessica. Se situ detrs de la mujer y se agach para agarrar el brazo derecho y llevarlo a la espalda. Despus agarr tambin la otra mano. Las junt para atarlas por las muecas con las bridas. Jessica, de algn modo, consigui levantarse. Bob an estaba agarrndola por las dos manos pero todava no haba conseguido amarrarlas. Ella era una mujer fuerte. No solo mentalmente fuerte. Haca ejercicio, era joven, y el miedo le daba la fortaleza de la desesperacin. Se agit y se retorci hasta conseguir librar la mano derecha. En ese momento golpe con el codo varias veces. Una tras otra. Al final consigui soltar tambin la mano izquierda. Bob haba soltado ambas bridas. El puetazo en el estmago sola bastar para casos similares. En aquella ocasin se haba equivocado. Se encontraba intentando contener un torbellino de movimiento. Los codazos no le haban hecho demasiado dao. Eran ms bien molestos. An as buscaba la forma de sostener a Jessica e inmovilizarla. Pas sus brazos por debajo de las axilas de la chica. Despus tir hacia arriba y llev ambas manos justo por encima de la nuca de su vctima. Hizo palanca empujando la cabeza hacia delante y los brazos atrs. De ese modo consigui inmovilizar ambas manos. A decir verdad, ella segua moviendo ambas extremidades de forma frentica, pero no servan de nada una vez los tena mirando al techo. Tampoco serva de nada a Bob mantenerla as. Solo haba ganado un pequeo respiro. Jessica por su parte no se haba rendido. Desde luego nunca se haba preparado para luchar contra un profesional, pero no pasaba horas ejercitndose para darse por vencida con tanta facilidad. Ya que tena los brazos inmovilizados trat de defenderse con lo dems. Intent tirar con el resto del cuerpo adelante, despus atrs, a un lado u otro. Tambin lanz algn pisotn. Siempre le haban dicho que era una buena forma de defenderse, pisar el pie del agresor con un buen tacn. Sin embargo, por ms que lo intentaba, aquel maldito apartaba los pies. Bob comenzaba a excitarse. Estaba pegado a la espalda de Jessica. Cada vez que ella se retorca poda notar las nalgas restregndose contra las piernas y la cadera. Necesitaba tomarla ya. Jessica segua empeada en liberarse. No poda ser de otro modo. Por si la situacin no fuese bastante mala en s misma, crea estar notando el pene de su agresor rozando la parte baja de su espalda. -Sultame! Extraamente le solt el brazo izquierdo. Ella intent usarlo para golpear o librarse de algn modo. Cuando quiso darse cuenta, Bob lo haba agarrado. Retorca la mueca con fuerza para obligarla a llevarla a la espalda. All la sigui retorciendo. Jessica aull de dolor. Crea que le iba a romper el brazo. No se dio cuenta a tiempo cuando el derecho tambin qued libre. Aquel hombre us la mano para agarrarla por el cuello y apretar. Jessica not inmediatamente la falta de aire. Daba igual cuanto lo intentase, era incapaz de respirar. Agarr el antebrazo de Bob con la mano recin liberada. Intent soltarse sin mucho xito. Ara la mano e intent dar varios tirones. Nada funcionaba. Apenas se dio cuenta cuando empez a abrir la boca y asomar la lengua entre los labios. Aunque segua agarrando el antebrazo de aquel hombre, ya lo haca solo de forma anecdtica. Las piernas le fallaban. Solo se sostena en pie porque su agresor la sujetaba por el cuello. Adems, comenzaba a ver puntitos blancos. Bob estaba sorprendido por la resistencia que Jessica haba mostrado. Casi haba logrado librarse de la mano con la que estaba estrangulndola en un par de ocasiones. Finalmente la tena medio estrangulada. Unos segundos ms y perdera la consciencia. No era lo que l tena en mente. An no. La solt solo un instante antes de dejarla sin sentido. Jessica se desliz hasta caer de rodillas al suelo. Iba a caer hacia atrs, pero al chocar con las piernas de Bob, cay de frente al suelo. All comenz a toser. Respiraba desesperadamente. Al hacerlo le dola la garganta y tosa ms an. En cualquier caso, su cuerpo agradeca el aire. Dbil como para levantarse, con la mente todava demasiado nublada para pensar con claridad, vio la puerta al otro lado del saln. Comenz a arrastrarse hacia ella. Bob agarr a la chica por los tobillos. La arrastr hacia s mismo. Ella volva a revolverse, solo que de forma mucho ms descoordinada e inofensiva. Esa segunda vez Bob no tuvo ninguna dificultad en agarrar ambas manos y "esposarlas" con una de las bridas. Iba a dejarlo as cuando pens que mejor no fiarse demasiado. Ya tena otra brida fuera, por qu no usarla?. La coloc justo al lado de la otra. Las manos de Jessica quedaron as atadas, por las muecas, a la espalda, unos centmetros por debajo de los omoplatos. Finalmente la tena a su merced. Durante unos segundos no ocurri nada. Jessica apenas era capaz de moverse y Bob recuperaba un poco el aliento. El hombre tena una extraa sonrisa de satisfaccin en el rostro. Haca tiempo que no encontraba una vctima que le excitase tanto. Primero, Jessica era una mujer escultural, de esas que normalmente solo podan verse en revistas o pelculas. Segundo, se haba resistido con muchsima fuerza. Le encantaba quebrar a mujeres as. Y por si todo eso fuera poco, estaba apunto de saciar sus bajos instintos. Sin delicadeza alguna comenz a subir la parte baja del vestido de su vctima. Jessica no llevaba liguero para sostener las medias en su sitio, las que usaba eran de las que llevan tiras de silicona. An as las braguitas eran bonitas, caras. Blancas, pequeas, y muy ajustadas. Ni siquiera necesitaba quitarlas para contemplar el par de glteos ms perfectos que jams haba visto. Ya se haba fijado en cuanto la dej entrar, a travs del vestido. Despus lo haba notado mientras forcejeaba con ella. En aquel momento, cuando por fin poda verlo sin ms impedimentos que la fina tela de la ropa interior, le pareci an mejor. El tamao perfecto, la firmeza digna de modelos o atletas. Ya no aguant ms. Necesitaba poseerla. Normalmente evitaba violar a sus vctimas analmente. Requera demasiado esfuerzo. La vagina sola ser un blanco igual de apetecible y mucho ms fcil. En este caso iba a hacer una excepcin. No poda encontrarse con la mismsima perfeccin y dejarlo pasar. Cuando Jessica comenz a notar tirones en su ropa interior, fue como activar un resorte. Las fuerzas parecieron volverle de golpe. -No!, No me hars eso! Desconoca los detalles. Solo saba que iba a intentar violarla. Patale una vez ms. Dio un par de punta pies en el suelo antes de comprenderlo. Estando boca abajo las piernas casi eran incapaces de defenderla. Intent incorporarse. Era bastante difcil sin usar las manos. Adems, Bob usaba la zurda para empujarla contra el suelo. Hasta ese momento no se haba dado cuenta de cuan doloroso resultaba. Finalmente escuch tela rasgndose. Sin saber demasiado bien por qu, le molest mucho pensar en su cara lencera rasgada cual trapo viejo. Evidentemente tampoco le hicieron gracia los araazos que le haba provocado al arrancrselas. Ni siquiera as, con el culo al aire, consegua hacerse a la idea de ir a ser violada. Sigui revolvindose con todas sus fuerzas. Bob ya se haba abierto la cremallera de los pantalones. Careca de cualquier tipo de lubricante. Tal vez hubiese algo en la cocina. Incluso deba llevar algo en su maletn. Sin embargo no quera levantarse dejndola "suelta". Opt por el mtodo ms tradicional posible. Se escupi en la mano derecha. Luego llev el ndice al ano de Jessica. La mujer grit al notarlo. Como era de esperar, hizo cuanta fuerza pudo para impedir que el dedo la penetrase. Bob la imagin apretando los dientes en un vano esfuerzo por no gritar. Sin esperar ms intent penetrarla. No consigui introducir ms que unos centmetros. Le result doloroso a la par que gratificante. Sigui empujn a empujn, rompiendo la frrea resistencia de la mujer, hasta penetrarla por completo. Debajo de Bob, Jessica se agitaba con fuerza. El violador se encontraba en su paraso particular, pero para ella era el infierno. Dola muchsimo. No tena forma de expulsarlo. Solo se mova de lado a lado intentando quitrselo de encima mientras las lgrimas caan a travs de las mejillas, arruinando el sutil maquillaje que se haba puesto ese da. -Fuera! - consegua gritar entre gruidos de dolor. -Fuera!- Bob agarr la melena con la zurda. Llev la diestra a la mandbula inferior de Jessica. Levant la cabeza de su vctima forzndola a mirar al frente. No intentaba estrangularla de nuevo, ni partirle el cuello. Solo trataba de ponerla en una posicin ms incmoda, y lo consigui. Jessica se vio obligada a aguantar que la sodomizasen. Cerr los ojos e intent relajar el ano. Si no poda evitarlo, al menos quera hacerlo menos doloroso, porque tena la impresin de no poder aguantarlo ms. No not diferencia alguna. Esper, pataleando contra el suelo, gritando ante las embestidas ms fuertes, y sin parar de llorar. Cuando finalmente el sicario eyacul en su interior, tampoco obtuvo el alivio que esperaba. Se sinti enferma, con ganas de vomitar. Bob sigui bombeando hasta soltar la ltima gota de semen en el interior de la chica. Rod a un lado quedando tumbado boca arriba. La sonrisa de satisfaccin en el rostro era ms que palpable. Jessica not al hombre retirarse de su espalda. Ni siquiera se haba dado cuenta que al tenerlo encima le haba costado ms respirar. Se dio cuenta de algo evidente. Bob tambin necesitara un respiro. Todos los hombres requeran recuperarse despus de mantener relaciones. Ignor el dolor. Ignor el asco al sentir el semen goteando desde el ano hasta el suelo. Ignor el miedo, la rabia, y la humillacin. Con cierto esfuerzo, apoyando el rostro en el suelo, consigui alzarse hasta quedar de rodillas. Desde esa postura le cost menos levantarse. Ech a correr hacia la puerta de entrada. Los tacones ayudaban poco, pero no iba a pararse para quitarlos. Si consegua abrir la puerta y gritar, algn vecino podra escucharla. Si nadie la escuchaba simplemente seguira corriendo. Prcticamente choc al llegar. Necesitaba abrirla. Al tener las manos atadas a la espalda requiri darse la vuelta para agarrar el pomo. Contempl a Bob levantarse con cierto esfuerzo y echar a correr hacia ella. El movimiento de manos se volvi entonces frentico. Consigui girarlo casi por completo. Bob la alcanz justo en ese momento. La garr del cuello con la mano izquierda. Lanz un par de puetazos ms al estmago, notando la firmeza de la zona abdominal de Jessica. An as la hizo doblarse hacia delante una vez ms. Solt el cuello para agarrar la melena. De ese modo la forz a caminar hasta el sof. Cuando estaban al lado utiliz ambas manos para empujarla, casi arrojarla, al asiento. Jessica cay boca abajo una vez ms, justo al lado de su propio abrigo. Se dio la vuelta rpidamente temiendo un nuevo ataque. Levant las piernas. Estaba dispuesta a dar cuantas patadas necesitase intentando que no volviese a tocarla. Sin embargo Bob estaba sacando algo del maletn. -Para esto te han pagado? - pregunt entre lgrimas. - Para violarme? Vais a caer todos! T y todos esos cerdos. Bob sac un cuchillo militar del maletn. La visin deba ser impresionante porque Jessica dej de hablar inmediatamente. Bob se acerc despacio hasta ella, jugueteando con el cuchillo de camino. -Me contratan para solucionar problemas. He intentado que aceptases una oferta ms que razonable. Como no lo has hecho... tengo que solucionar el problema. Entiendes? Jessica pasaba la vista continuamente del cuchillo a Bob. Solucionar el problema. Ella era el problema. Entonces, con solucionar se refera a...? El pnico se apoder de su rostro mientras mir fijamente a Bob. -Eso es. Voy a matarte. -No! -Si Jessica. Voy a matarte. Voy a usar este cuchillo para matarte. -No puedes! La mujer intent retroceder mientras aquel demente se acercaba. Ya se haba alejado tanto como poda. El respaldo la retena all. -Te has... dentro... El ADN, te identificaran -Chica lista. - Bob neg con la cabeza mientras pasaba el dedo ndice por el fijo del cuchillo. - Ya tienen mi ADN. No les sirve de nada si no me tienen a m tambin para compararlo. -No... - repiti incrdula. Estaba tan asustada que ni siquiera saba cuando haba roto a llorar. Intent pensar en algo. - Espera! Dimitir. No tienen que darme dinero. Nada. Simplemente dimitir. No queran eso? -Antes te he dicho que no tendras ms oportunidades, Recuerdas? Ya casi estaba encima. Jessica le dio un par de patadas para alejarlo. Aunque funcion, not que tan solo estaba consiguiendo entretener ms a Bob. Adems, casi tena encima el cuchillo. -Espera!, Espera!, Espera! Bob se detuvo. Casi estaba relamindose los labios. -Sabes?, me gustas. Eres lista, guapa, y me ha encantado follarte el culo. El mejor que he probado nunca. - Sonri mientras se acercaba ms an. Ya tena una nueva ereccin. - Me has dejado la polla sucia. Es normal si lo piensas, ha estado en tu culo. Si hubiese una forma de limpiarla volvera bastante contento a casa. - Acerc el miembro al aterrorizado rostro de Jessica. - Muy contento. Jessica qued inmvil, sin respuesta, unos instantes. Saba lo que le estaba sugiriendo. Haba realizado pocas felaciones en su vida. Era la clase de mujer que los hombres se esfuerzan por conseguir, as que los intentos por agradar solan venir por parte de sus pretendientes. Por supuesto lo realmente desagradable era, precisamente, que aquel pene acababa de estar dentro de su ano. Requiri de un gran esfuerzo para abrir la boca. Bob no realiz ningn esfuerzo por su parte. Esper a que Jessica se doblase hacia delante y empezase a chupar. No hubo ningn tipo de preliminar. Ni lamer primero ni nada parecido. Al hombre le dio igual. Sentir los preciosos labios de la chica cerrarse sobre su miembro fue suficiente. Utiliz la mano derecha para agarrar el cabello de Jessica. No intent controlarla. Tan solo se concentr en mantener el pelo apartado del rostro. Quera contemplarla. -Abre los ojos y mrame. Cuando obedeci, Bob casi alcanz el orgasmo por segunda vez. Ver su mirada derrotada, asustada, mientras mova la cabeza de arriba abajo intentando contener las arcadas, era como un sueo hecho realidad para Bob. Impidi a la joven acabar su trabajo. Cuando se sinti apunto de eyacular, tir hacia atrs del pelo de Jessica obligndola a sacarse el pene de la boca. La solt para poder masturbarse con esa mano. -Ni se te ocurra moverte o dejar de mirarme ahora! Jessica obedeci. Qued quieta mientras Bob se masturbaba a escasos centmetros de su mejilla derecha. Sigui mirando directamente a los ojos del asesino mientras los suyos propios lloraban sin control. Quiso apartarse cuando el primer chorro le dio precisamente en la mejilla. Aguant. Tambin aguant los dems en el resto del bolso. No empez a moverse ni siquiera cuando el hombre se dej caer sobre una de las sillas. En aquella ocasin decidi no intentar nada. Guard silencio, como intentando evitar molestar, hasta que contempl al sicario reincorporndose. Bob se abroch la cremallera antes de caminar al respaldo del sof. -Tu ltima accin en este mundo ha sido chuprmela. Puta! -No!, Dijiste que...! Sin darle oportunidad a ms, Bob la agarr de nuevo por la melena. Tiro hacia atrs con tanta fuerza que Jessica casi se mare al ver el horizonte cambiando tan de repente. Hundi el cuchillo en el delicado cuello de cisne de la mujer. La sangre salt hacia delante y arriba mientras le seccionaba arterias y venas. Poda haber hecho un movimiento ms rpido. En lugar de eso se tom su tiempo, causando mucho ms dolor, mucha ms angustia, a su vctima El impulso de Jessica fue agarrarse la herida con ambas manos. No pudo porque an estaban atadas a la espalda. El dolor fue atroz. Intent gritar. Solo se escuch una especie de gorgoteo desde la garganta. Sacudi las piernas sin control, arrojando ambos zapatos en el intento. Mientras tanto vea un chorro de lquido rojo proyectarse como el agua de una tubera rota. Tampoco poda respirar. Todo el torso del vestido qued empapado en sangre. Bob segua sosteniendo a Jessica por el pelo. A pesar de las patadas a la nada, consegua mantenerla sentada en el sof. Susurr al odo de su agonizante vctima. -Maana, cuando vuestra limpiadora abra la puerta, te ver en este sof. El saln encharcado con tu sangre. Toda la cara llena se semen. Despus vendr la polica a sacar fotos de tu cadver. Tus amigas, tu familia... y quienes me pagan. Todos sabrn que moriste con la cara llena de semen, tras chuparla como una puta. Jessica an debi entenderlo, porque el cuerpo se sacudi un par de veces. Movi los labios para decir algo. Bob pens que era un "por favor". A parte de algunos espasmos ms, fueron sus ltimos movimientos. Su bello rostro qued congelado para siempre con una expresin de dolor y pnico. Los ojos abiertos de par en par. Solo cuando ya no manaba nada se sangre, Bob la solt, dejndola sentada en el mismo sof en el que haban negociado a lo largo de la tarde.

Keywords: rape snuff anal necro violence Michelle estaba acabando de prepararse para el combate. Su atuendo y aspecto no eran los habituales para luchar, pero tampoco era un evento habitual. Vesta con un top de color azul elctrico, bastante ajustado, con escote en forma de V, que dejaba ver la forma de unos pechos bien redondeados, firmes, probablemente de talla noventa. No cubra sin embargo el vientre, con abdominales definidas, aunque no tanto como para ganarle el apelativo de "musculosa". Atltica le sentara mejor. En la parte inferior luca unas mallas ajustadas que llegaban hasta mitad de la pantorrilla, del mismo color que el top. Ese era todo el atuendo. Ni calzado ni protecciones en las manos. Ni siquiera se haba colocado vendajes en las muecas, sin embargo llevaba las uas pintadas de color rojo oscuro. Haba ms particularidades. Michelle llevaba algo de maquillaje, una capa fina para esconder algunas pecas, un poco de sombra de ojos, y los labios pintados de rosa suave. Nada estrafalario, solo curioso dadas las circunstancias. Tambin era curioso encontrarse con una luchadora tan bella. Rubia natural, de esas cuyas cejas apenas pueden verse salvo cuando estas a unos pocos centmetros. An as se tea para tener la melena an ms rubia, de color muy claro. El pelo se le rizaba un poco, pero en ese momento lo llevaba recogido en una larga cola que caa desde la coronilla hasta mitad de la espalda. No deba molestarle ni cubrirle los ojos, dos preciosos ojos azules, un tanto alargados, que hacan las delicias de quien pudiese pararse a contemplarlos. Estaban enmarcados en un rostro casi angelical, con las mejillas un poco redondeadas que de algn modo encajaban con una cara angulosa. Tena la piel morena, lo cual era normal, siempre entrenaba en la playa, a primera hora de la maana, cuando no podan molestarla... ni disfrutar de sus sensuales formas, pues muchos habran pagado por ver su trasero, tambin firme, respingn de buen tamao, aunque menos espectacular que los pechos. Era una mujer cerca de la treintena, joven y fuerte. Un placer para los ojos. No, desde luego no tena aspecto de luchadora, tampoco de profesora de primaria, sin embargo era ambas cosas. Mientras estiraba, escuch pasos, tacones, a su espalda. No le hizo falta darse la vuelta para saber que se trataba de Gail, su amiga de toda la vida. Ambas tenan la misma edad, veintimuchos. All acababan las similitudes fsicas. Mientras que Michelle meda algo ms de metro setenta, Gail era varios centmetros ms bajita. En el barrio solan bromear llamndola la "negra ms blanca de la ciudad", y le haca justicia, pues su piel resultaba bastante clara para ser una mujer de color. Era ms voluptuosa que Michelle, con senos ms grandes (si bien un poco cados) , caderas ms anchas, y posaderas ms redondeadas. Su constitucin no era atltica, pero aunque no estuviese tan en forma, no le sobraba un solo kilo. La clase de mujer que tan solo necesitaba cuidarse un poco para estar perfecta. Llevaba el pelo liso, como siempre, con la raya en medio, cayendo hacia la espalda desde ambos lados del rostro sin cubrir sus facciones. Los labios, pintados de rojo oscuro, eran carnosos, sensuales. Los ojos, no muy grandes, de color marrn oscuro, casi negro. Cara redondeada, femenina, con el ceo un poco fruncido por la preocupacin. Exigan cierta etiqueta para entrar, incluso a los acompaantes de luchadores y luchadoras. Gail luca un vestido ceido de tirantes, negro con algunos adornos bordados en rojo. La falda llegaba a la mitad del muslo, permitiendo exhibir unas piernas bonitas cubiertas con medias de color oscuro, enganchadas a un liguero negro que, por el momento, permaneca oculto a la vista. Remataba el conjunto con zapatos de tacn y algo de maquillaje. -Algrate un poco, o al menos disimula mejor.- As la recibi Michelle. - Siempre te preocupas antes de un combate. te has ocupado de las apuestas? -Apuestas? - respondi entre enfadada y preocupada. - Es mejor que lo dejes ahora, Michelle. La rubia se gir para ver el rostro de su amiga. A Gail nunca le haba gustado verla combatir. A pesar de la necesidad, haba estado en contra de todo esto desde el principio. En aquel momento era distinto, an peor. No se encontr con una simple mirada de desaprobacin. En esa ocasin haba miedo. -No vas a empezar otra vez con eso, verdad?, ya lo hemos hablado. -No lo entiendes - interrumpi Gail algo exasperada. - He ido a apostar, cmo acordamos. Sabes qu me he encontrado?, No se puede apostar por ti! - Michelle se mostr extraada, pero dej hablar a su amiga. - Permiten apostar cuanto tardars antes de rendirte, cuantos golpes le dars antes de quedar fuera de combate, cuantos huesos va a romperte. He apostado que aguantas ms de cinco minutos, porque es lo ms parecido a la victoria que haba, y lo pagan cien a uno. Cien a uno! - Intent razonar una ltima vez. - Michelle, djalo. An estamos a tiempo. La rubia neg tajante con la cabeza. Dio unos saltitos para acabar de calentar, e intent sonrer de forma tranquilizadora. -Ya nos han pagado. No aceptarn que nos vayamos sin ms. Adems, sabes por qu estamos haciendo esto. Michelle y Gail no se haban criado en el mejor barrio de la ciudad. La gente malviva para poder llegar a fin de mes. Los jvenes dejaban el instituto intentando llevar algo de dinero a casa. Gail se esforz mucho para conseguir una beca y pudo compaginar algunos trabajos de poca importancia con los estudios. Michelle, hija de un gran campen, haba luchado como semiprofesional adems de unos pocos trabajos espordicos como modelo. Nada importante en ninguno de los dos casos, solo en el mbito local. Las dos podan haber elegido otros destinos, pero se quedaron en el lugar que las vio crecer. Gail, adems de su trabajo, haba conseguido fundar una pequea fundacin para mantener a adolescentes y jvenes lejos de la calle. No era mucho, tan solo haba conseguido alquilar un pabelln, conseguir algunas canastas, unos cuantos libros... apenas lo justo. Michelle haba comenzado a impartir clases en el colegio en que ella misma fue alumna aos atrs, y por las tardes ayudaba tambin en la fundacin. Aunque fuese duro, haban conseguido sacarlo adelante hasta la ltima inspeccin del ayuntamiento. El pabelln necesitaba reformas importantes para mantenerse en pe, o lo derribaran. Nadie en el barrio poda reunir tanto dinero, aunque lo haban intentado. Fue entonces cuando Michelle decidi volver a luchar. No tena patrocinadores para hacerlo como profesional. Habra tardado aos en empezar a ganar dinero, y eso a pesar de su calidad. Cuando dej los crculos semi profesionales no contaba una sola derrota. Ambas conocan el barrio lo suficiente para haber escuchado hablar de ciertos combates clandestinos. Algunos elementos de la alta sociedad (de su ciudad y de otras) se juntaban en recintos privados para organizar veladas de lucha menos restrictiva que los crculos oficiales. Fue Gail quien pens apostar por Michelle cuanto haban conseguido recaudar, y eso que detestaba la idea. El plan funcion a la perfeccin. Michelle era una combatiente excelente. Ninguna otra mujer que se presentase poda igualarla. Pronto la fama de la rubia creci tanto entre aquellos ricachones, que alguno sugiri enfrentarla a hombres, pesos ligeros. Algo as sera impensable fuera de los combates clandestinos. Dentro era una gran oportunidad porque pagaban bien. Desoyendo las advertencias de Gail, haba combatido una vez tras otra. Sus rivales se confiaban y no tenan demasiada tcnica, solo agresividad. Atacaban a la cara una vez tras otra mientras ella revoloteaba como un pajarillo a sus alrededores, golpeando piernas, estmagos, riones, y cualquier punto doloroso. Aunque se haba llevado un par de buenos sustos, segua invicta. Fue entonces cuando recibi esta ltima oferta. Un milln por un solo combate. Con ese dinero podra pagar la reforma completa, incluso ampliar el pabelln. Mientras Michelle se emocionaba pensando en ello, Gail se asustaba. Aunque no fuese luchadora estaba al tanto del mundillo, sobretodo de los combates clandestinos. El rival sera Oni. No se saba demasiado de l, ni siquiera su edad. Combata llevando una mscara de porcelana blanca con una gran nariz alargada. Haba sido campen de artes marciales mixtas tiempo atrs, hasta que dejaron de contratarle por lesionar gravemente a sus rivales en cada combate. Desde entonces peleaba por todo el pas para "gente selecta". Todo un circuito tan lucrativo como los oficiales, pero mucho ms brutal. No es que Oni siguiese invicto, es que en ocasiones luchaba en cuatro o cinco combates consecutivos la misma noche. No haca distincin entre hombres o mujeres. En esa misma velada, mientras Michelle an se estaba cambiando, Oni haba participado en tres de los seis combates ya disputados. Gail desconoca los resultados porque a los acompaantes no se les permita salir hasta unos minutos antes del combate de su luchador, pero aquel hombre le daba miedo, y no era el nico motivo para tenerlo. Los organizadores deban mantener el anonimato. En cada velada haban sido cuidadosos, pero en esta ltima rozaban la paranoia ms absurda. Las haban recogido en furgoneta a las afueras de la ciudad. Les haban vendado los ojos. Tras horas dando vueltas haban llegado al edificio. Un edificio que pareca destinado solo a espectculos de esa ndole. Nada de un almacn abandonado ni ms mansiones con un ring en el jardn. Era un pabelln deportivo con instalaciones modernas, con circuito cerrado de televisin e inhibidores de mviles. El ring era una jaula octogonal, amplia, con varios juegos de cmaras en el techo que retransmitan la imagen a una serie de pantallas gigantes que permitan ver a todos los espectadores. Las malas sensaciones no acababan all. El organizador, Smiley, no le gustaba. Era un tipo de apariencia normal, unos cuarenta aos, y con el don de la palabra. Recordaba claramente a un mafioso. Acaso no era razonable que esto lo organizase la mafia? Siempre iba acompaado de dos guardaespaldas enormes, ex soldados rusos segn se deca. Aunque era un tipo amable. Haba ofrecido a Gail ver el combate en el palco, junto a l. -Ya, y qu le digo a tu hermana cuando tenga que llevarla a verte al hospital? Michelle frunci el ceo. Gail la conoca demasiado bien. Saba atacar donde iba a hacer dao. Daba igual, la decisin estaba tomada. -Que voy a poder pagarle la universidad Su hermana, Brbara, no tena el mismo talento para luchar (aunque tambin era hbil), pero era incluso ms hermosa que ella, as que tambin consegua algunos trabajos como modelo. Incluso podra intentarlo a un nivel ms profesional, pero no le interesaba. -Michelle, en serio, ese tipo me da escalofros. -Te preocupas demasiado. A estas alturas, y todava hace esa antigualla de karate. Pero tranquilzate, si las cosas van mal - dio varias palmadas en su propio muslo - me rindo y ya est. Contenta? Gail se encontraba a varios kilmetros de estar contenta, pero acab resignndose. Si su amiga iba a luchar, no deba desconcentrarla. La morena lleg al palco junto a Smiley, quien le esperaba vestido con un smoking negro y pajarita a juego. Los guardaespaldas la dejaron pasar mientras se deleitaban con ella. Lamentaron no tener que registrarla a fondo. Gail no ocultaba demasiado su nerviosismo, y las cosas no mejoraron al escuchar la falsamente clida voz del anfitrin. -Est preciosa esta noche. Ella sonri por compromiso justo antes de sentarse en la cmoda butaca que le permita mirar directamente al ring o a una de las pantallas gigantes. Justo en el centro del ring, una jaula de forma cuadrada, se encontraba Oni, un hombre asitico, bastante alto para su raza, vestido con unos pantalones blancos deshilachados, sin camisa, con el pelo largo y blanco, y la famosa mscara cubriendo el rostro. Un hombre fornido, musculoso sin excesos. Estaba sentado sobre sus talones. La gente lo animaba. Para Gail era una novedad, normalmente animaban a Michelle en cuanto saban que iba a combatir. Precisamente la rubia estaba entrando en la Jaula en ese mismo instante. Michelle recorri el pasillo hasta la jaula sin prestar mucha atencin a las obscenidades que le gritaba el pblico mayoritariamente masculino. Se planto frente a Oni mientras este se levantaba. El luchador le lanz tal mirada lasciva que ella se sinti desnuda durante unos momentos. Tambin intent ignorarlo. Estaba acostumbrada a esas reacciones en los hombres. A su espalda cerraron la puerta con candado. Ya no haba marcha atrs, pero se senta capaz de al menos plantarle cara. No sera el primero en llevarse una buena sorpresa con ella. Solo un par de metros separaban a ambos. Nada ms. Ni rbitros ni ningn otro objeto. Tan solo haba algunas cmaras en el techo para grabar toda la accin sin perder detalle. La gente no dejaba de gritar animando a Oni. Todos en el pblico eran gente bastante adinerada, la mayora hombres. Seguro que haba ms de un mafioso entre ellos. Michelle les ignor. Ni siquiera busc con la vista a Gail. Esper dando saltitos mientras Oni permaneca inmvil. Finalmente son la campana. La rubia atac primero. Corri directa hacia su rival que la recibi nicamente adoptando una guardia baja mientras flexionaba un poco las piernas. Michelle lanz una patada contra el lateral de la rodilla. No impact. Oni levant la pierna para lanzar su propia patada, frontal, contra el estmago de Michelle. La luchadora haba recibido golpes en el pasado, pero con este sinti algo distinto. Una miserable patada con la pierna adelantada y casi pudo notar el pie hundindose en el vientre. Consigui expulsar el aire justo antes, evitando desmayarse, y reaccion a tiempo para retroceder esquivando as un directo. El golpe agit su melena rubia, pero le permiti lanzar un par de puetazos al pecho. El primero impact limpiamente. El segundo fue bloqueado con fuerza. A diferencia de otros oponentes, el oriental no haba puesto su brazo en medio del golpe, haba desviado la trayectoria con el antebrazo moviendo con l a Michelle que dej el costado expuesto. Un fuerte puetazo cerca del rin fue el castigo. Sintiendo el peligro, la rubia rod hacia delante saliendo as del radio de alcance enemigo. El primer lance no haba sido nada favorable. Dos golpes as mermaban mucho las fuerzas, ella lo saba. En combates profesionales habra pausas entre cada asalto. Nada as iba a llegar en una lucha ilegal. Seguiran pegndose hasta que uno de los dos perdiese. Tena que encontrar la forma de superar la defensa de su enemigo. Oni no la dej pensar. En esta ocasin se lanz al ataque. Michelle se agach para esquivar un primer puetazo a la cabeza. Oni gir sobre s mismo lanzando una especie de coz que Michelle evit dando un paso hacia un lado. La rubia aprovech para lanzar una serie de puetazos rpidos contra el costado del oriental. Consigui conectar un par e intent una patada circular hacia la cabeza que Oni evit con un paso hacia atrs. Gail se levant de la butaca al contemplar los primeros golpes de su compaera. Era la nica en el pblico que lo haca, pero grit para darle nimos. Eso no afect en nada a los dems. Seguan prefiriendo ver a Oni llevndose la victoria. Michelle volvi a atacar con una serie de rpidos puetazos y patadas. Ninguno lleg a impactar correctamente. Todos eran bloqueados o esquivados sistemticamente. Adems, cada bloqueo la haca descolocarse. Necesitaba reaccionar rpido para no recibir un contra golpe. Lo importante era que poco a poco estaba consiguiendo hacer retroceder ms y ms a su adversario. Solo necesitaba conectar un gran golpe, uno demoledor, y esto habra acabado. No poda prolongarlo, tan solo haba recibido dos impactos, pero ya le faltaba la respiracin. Deba acabar con el monstruo cuanto antes. No lo conseguira con puetazos mal conectados, pero cualquier patada era repelida con una facilidad insultante. Fue cuando puso a trabajar toda su inmensa agilidad. Teniendo a Oni con la espalda cerca de la verja, salt contra esta levantndose ms de un metro sobre el suelo, pasando por al lado del oriental. Apoy la pierna derecha en la propia verja para tomar fuerza y lanzarla contra el rostro de su enemigo. La patada impact de lleno en mitad de la mejilla. Rompi parte de la mscara. Oni trastabill hacia atrs hasta chocar de espaldas contra la verja. El pblico enmudeci. -Vamos Michelle! - escuch la voz de Gail gritando desde arriba - Ya lo tienes! Envalentonada, Michelle atac de frente para rematar la faena. Lanz un puetazo directo a la mandbula inferior, justo donde haba roto la mscara. Si impactaba all se acab, sera un KO directo. Oni reaccion como un demonio. Se ech lo justo hacia un lado avanzando un poco. Apart el puo con la mano izquierda mientras con la derecha agarraba la espalda de la mujer, tirando con fuerza hacia s mismo. Lanz la rodilla que se clav dolorosamente en el vientre. El pblico volvi a estallar en vtores. Michelle no qued inconsciente sin saber ella misma cmo aguantaba. Intent reponerse, bloquear el siguiente puetazo, pero la fuerza fue tal que, incluso poniendo la mano en medio, no pudo evitar la llegada del golpe a la primera costilla flotante. Qued entera de milagro. Gail segua gritando, pero ya no eran vtores. Michelle intent reaccionar lanzando un puo rpido, un directo, con la izquierda. El oriental agarr la mueca nuevamente con la izquierda, tirando hacia s mismo de ella. Abri la mano derecha mientras la levantaba para despus lanzarla hacia abajo. Alcanz de lleno la clavcula del hombro izquierdo. El chasquido de la rotura reson en todo el estadio hasta que el grito de dolor de Michelle tom su lugar. La mujer cay de rodillas al suelo. De fondo escuchaba a Gail entre los gritos de euforia del pblico -Rndete! Tena razn. Ya no poda combatir. Dio varias palmadas en el suelo. El combate haba terminado. Los marcadores mostraban la cuenta de golpes de Michelle, extraordinariamente elevados. Ella iba a levantarse cuando Oni la agarr del pelo y la estrell de frente contra la verja. All, mientras empujaba el cuerpo de su rival derrotada hacia la verja, lanz un par de golpes ms, ahora al hgado, ignorando las palmadas de rendicin y los gritos de dolor. -Ya ha acabado!, Tienes que pararlo! Gail se gir hacia Smiley, preocupada, mientras gritaba. Qued muda de golpe. Inmvil. El anfitrin haba bajado la cremallera de su pantaln y masturbaba lentamente un pene de tamao medio. Uno de los guardaespaldas la apuntaba a ella con un revlver. -Qu hacis?, La va a matar! -Ahora es cuando empieza el espectculo, encanto. Chasque los dedos. En ese momento el guardaespaldas desarmado se acerc hacia Gail. Ella intent retroceder. No tena a donde. Su espalda ya estaba contra el bordillo del palco. Pens en defenderse cuando el gorila la agarr por el brazo. Desisti cuando escucho el sonido de una pistola amartillndose. Durante unos instantes no pudo mirar otra cosa que el can del arma. Solo sali de su trance cuando not un golpe por detrs de la pierna, forzndola a caer de rodillas a pocos centmetros del pene ya completamente erecto de Smiley. -Siempre me han gustado los espectculos interactivos. Ninguno de los dos matones ri ante el chiste de su jefe. Tenan sentido del humor, incluso se haban redo las veinte primeras veces al escucharlo. Ya estaban un poco cansados de la broma. Por otro lado, disfrutaron viendo a Gail, inmvil, con lgrimas formndose en los ojos. El maquillaje haba empezado a correrse del rostro. Saba qu esperaban de ella. No pareca dispuesta. Suplicaba, hablaba de devolver el dinero si dejaban a ambas irse. Ignoraba los beneficios que Michelle estaba consiguiendo involuntariamente para Smiley. -Vamos, con unos labios como los tuyos, seguro que te han pedido esto alguna vez. Coo!, seguro que eres una experta chupando pollas. La morena an no se mova. Uno de los dos guardaespaldas tom cartas en el asunto. La agarr por la cabeza y la mandbula inferior, obligndola a meterse todo el miembro en la boca. -Haz que me guste. Recuerda que podemos mataros a las dos en cualquier momento. Ese ltimo recordatorio surti efecto. Gail comenz a moverse por s misma. Haba hecho algo as antes, lo cual no lo volva ms fcil ni apetecible. Luch contra s misma para evitar pegar un buen mordisco. En lugar de eso fue esmerndose ms progresivamente. Empez a acariciar el glande con la lengua, apretar suavemente, utilizar las manos para masturbarle muy despacio. Ella no lo iba a disfrutar. Se senta sucia, humillada. Era su nica salida. Dar placer a aquel indeseable mientras l miraba en la pantalla gigante como Oni destrozaba a su amiga entre vtores y burlas. Michelle no saba si habra podido mantenerse en pie de no estarla sujetando Oni contra la reja. Haba recibido golpes en el hgado, los riones, y la parte baja de las costillas. El rostro segua intacto. Su enemigo haba sido muy cuidadoso al evitarlo. Queran ver su cara angelical retorcida de dolor, pero no magullada ni ensangrentada. Era demasiado hermosa para echarla a perder as. Al principio esperaba que alguien abriese la jaula para sacarla de all, o para detener a Oni. Nada de eso haba ocurrido. Ahora las piernas le temblaban, era incapaz de mover el brazo izquierdo, y le asustaba mostrar resistencia con el derecho. Eso ltimo cambi un poco cuando not las manos de aquel monstruo agarrar el top para arrancarlo a tirones. La tela se resquebrajo aunque Michelle tratase primero de golpear a su agresor y despus de sujetar la prenda. An quedaba el sujetador deportivo tambin del mismo azul elctrico. La rubia trat de agitarse, de buscar fuerzas renovadas. Ni siquiera aplaz lo inevitable. Pronto tena dos pechos firmes, de pezones marrn claro, al aire. Podan apreciarse claramente las marcas del bikini mientras tomaba el sol, pues ambos senos estaban mucho ms blanquecinos, sin broncear. El pblico rugi enloquecido mientras ella trataba de cubrirse con el brazo bueno. Oni aprovech para arrancar tambin a tirones los shorts. Michelle trat de agarrar desesperadamente las braguitas azules. Al menos deba mantener su sexo a cubierto. Lo defendi con tanta garra que Oni no consigui retirarlas. Por eso la agarr nuevamente de la cabellera, tir hacia atrs, y la estamp de frente contra la verja, aplastando ambos pechos contra el metal. Repiti la operacin seis veces hasta que la luchadora, derrotada, dej de agarrar su ropa ntima. Permiti que se las quitase mientras se agarr al metal, cerrando los ojos. Crea estar preparndose para lo que vena. Se equivoc. Sinti las manos apartando ambos cachetes del culo, dejando el ano al descubierto. Volvi a intentar sacudirse al oriental de encima. Demasiado tarde. Oni requiri de varios empujones para penetrarla completamente. Us tanta fuerza y ella estaba tan poco preparada, que necesit apretar los dientes para soportar el dolor, para seguir adelante. Mereci la pena. Su miembro jams haba estado en un lugar ms estrecho, ms preparado para darle placer involuntario. Michelle abri los ojos como platos. Neg con la cabeza. -NOOOO!- Grit al sentir la penetracin. Golpe un par de veces el costado de su violador, luego trat de apartarlo. Nada sirvi. Al final volvi a apretar la reja intentando soportar el dolor. La humillacin era inevitable. Decenas de desconocidos estaban vindola desnuda. Estaban viendo sus pechos casi perfectos apretarse y quedar libres contra el metal. Su vagina perfectamente depilada. Escuchaban sus gritos de dolor. Lo que no escucharon fue una sola splica. Llantos si, protestas tambin. Insultos, amenazas, ms gritos de dolor. Eso fue todo, y fue mucho, pero no se rebaj a suplicar, aunque le hubiese gustado hacerlo. Gail se retir para escupir el semen que Smiley acababa de verter en su boca. El muy bastardo haba aguantado ms de lo que ella esperaba. -Ya est!. Ahora nos dejars ir? Smiley, mientras se repona, hizo un gesto con la cabeza a sus dos secuaces. Lejos de soltarla, uno volvi a apuntar con el arma mientras el otro fue a su espalda, buscando la cremallera del vestido, y comenz a bajarla con sumo cuidado. Gail se dej, qu otra cosa poda hacer? Ni siquiera se atrevi a cubrirse cuando qued en ropa interior, con lencera de encaje negra, liguero, medias, y los zapatos. -Hacedla mirar. Los matones obedecieron. Llevaron a Gail hasta el bordillo del palco, obligndola a sostenerse con las manos mientras se inclinaba hacia delante. Ahog un grito cuando vio a su amiga siendo brutalmente sodomizada. Muchos de los espectadores haban comenzado a masturbarse mirando el espectculo. Gail quiso cerrar los ojos. As los mantuvo hasta que, tras apartar las bragas hacia un lado, uno de los dos matones la penetr desde atrs. Estaba mucho mejor dotado que su jefe, la penetracin fue dolorosa. El hecho de moverse cmo un brbaro o un animal en celo tampoco ayud. El sujetar hizo parte del trabajo manteniendo firmes aquellos grandes pechos, aunque no evitaban completamente el balanceo por la brutal penetracin. El violador agarr con una mano la cadera y con otra el hombro, para empujar con ms fuerza. El pelo se haba alborotado mientras Gail cerraba los ojos. Apretaba los dientes confiando en que todo terminase pronto. Oni aceler progresivamente el ritmo. Al final pareca una ametralladora. Acab corrindose en el mismo ano. El semen resbal entre los muslos de Michelle junto a un poco de sangre. El oriental no la dej caer. Reuni toda su disciplina para mantenerla atrapada contra la verja mientras tomaba un respiro. Michelle hizo un par de amagos de defensa. Llevaba rato sin fuerzas. De no ser por su violador, caera al suelo. Seguira su instinto de encogerse en posicin fetal. Tratara de olvidar el dolor, los rostros depravados que no haban dejado de mirarla con lujuria mientras se masturbaban, disfrutando del castigo que ella estaba recibiendo. Nada de eso. Se la oblig a mantenerse en pie hasta que not a Oni agachndose a sus espaldas. Despus sinti la mano subiendo entre ambos muslos hasta llegar a la entrada de la vagina. No imagin lo que iba a ocurrir hasta que fue tarde. El oriental comenz a intentar la mano entera. Primero unos dedos, luego los otros. Michelle trataba de agarrarle con el brazo sano, pero el dolor era tal que sus intentos no pasaban de errticos. Peor fue cuando, tras completar la penetracin, cerr el puo en el interior. Despus ascendi con fuerza, como si estuviese lanzando un gancho hacia arriba. Michelle qued inmvil. Grit como si la estuviesen matando. Realmente senta que la estaban partiendo en dos. Al final se qued sin voz. La boca segua abierta, casi desencajada. Desde luego Michelle no era virgen, pero jams haba imaginado una penetracin tan brutal. Se me encima a causa del dolor. La orina vino bien para, junto a la sangre, lubricar un poco su sexo. Alivi ms bien poco. En algn momento acab por perder el sentido. Gail solo haba abierto los ojos cuando los gritos alcanzaron sus mximas cotas. Entonces ella s haba suplicado. Por s misma, por su amiga. Hara cualquier cosa si alejaban a Oni de Michelle. El tro la ignor. Su segundo violador de la noche sac el pene antes de eyacular, mandando varios chorros directamente sobre la espalda. Gail cay de rodillas nuevamente. Se dio la vuelta para evitar ver la tortura de su mejor amiga. Qued as de frente al matn de la pistola, que la enfund para acercarse a ella. El otro sac una automtica, ms pequea pero igual de amenazante. El nuevo agresor no perdi tiempo arrancando el sujetador de encaje. Las tetas de Gail eran grandes, un poco menos firmes que las de su amiga, con los pezones del color del chocolate. A todos les gust el panorama. El tipo que antes portaba el revlver fue mucho menos ceremonioso. La tir al suelo, se tumb encima, la forz a abrirse de piernas, y comenz a violarla nuevamente. Cuando Gail intentaba cerrar los ojos, l retorca los pezones solo para orla gritar. Continu con velocidad hasta encontrarse cerca del xtasis. Sac el pene de la vagina, se arrodillo frente al cuerpo tumbado de la mujer, y comenz a eyacular en los pechos y el rostro. Smiley se acerc a ella, erecto de nuevo. Gail alz las manos -No. No puedo ms. - tena la vagina irritada adems de dolorida. - Al menos dame un respiro. Smiley sac su propia pistola, con silenciador. Gail no tuvo tiempo de volver a suplicar. El lder del grupo dispar en la frente de la morena, desparramando sesos y sangre por la parte trasera del crneo, en el suelo. Muri al instante. Smiley se arrodillo entre ambas piernas. Las levant para apoyarlas en sus hombros. Luego la penetr analmente. Ya no hubo quejas ni gritos. El cuerpo, salvo por algn espasmo, se dejaba llevar sin resistencia. En esta segunda vez, Smiley no tard mucho. Michelle despert. Segua pegada de frente a la verja. Estaba llena de rasguos creados por la friccin de los pechos y el abdomen contra el metal. Sangraba por la vagina, ahora deformada mientras trataba de volver a su forma y tamao habituales. El pblico vitoreaba ms que antes. Saba que tena a Oni detrs, solo que no se atreva a mirar. Por eso la pill de sorpresa cuando la hoja de una catana atraves su estmago. No haba visto el centro del techo abrirse para descolgar el arma atada a una cadena, ni a Oni cogerla y acercarse a ella. El pblico s, por eso aplaudan extasiados, muchos de ellos eyaculando por cuarta o quinta vez. Las piernas cedieron y fue a caer al suelo, pero la espada se enganch con la verja, sostenindola con el torso pegado al metal mientras la piernas ya colgaban sin vida. Escupi sangre mientras la agona ms intensa se apoderaba de ella. En todas las pantallas, frente a la foto de Michelle antes del combate, haba un anuncio. Comenzaban a aceptar una nueva apuesta. Cunto tardara Michelle antes de morir? Ella no supo cuanto tiempo transcurri hasta exhalar el ltimo aliento, pero conoci la agona a cada instante. Ahora s intent suplicar. La voz era un simple susurro que nadie escuch, tan solo la vieron mover los labios. Mientras Michelle mora, Oni tuvo tiempo de masturbarse una ltima vez, aprovechando para limpiarse en el cabello de su vctima. Permaneci en la jaula hasta el ltimo instante, viendo a la mujer retorcerse, llorar, y sufrir sacudidas involuntarias que agrandaban ms la herida. Otra victoria para el demonio de oriente.

Orbital Academy VI -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want a sequel? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- After four of the most intensive and exhausting months of his life, Preston had come to love his day off more than anything else in the world. He loved his morning shot of caffeine, he loved his weekly allotment of alcohol. Though he hadn't yet used the word, he loved his girlfriend Missy, and he would readily admit that he loved screwing her as long and as frequently as possible. Even with all of that, on some days, while drenched in sweat and still pushing himself on the training courses, or while biting his lip in frustration trying to outmatch the drone simulator, he would keep himself going by fantasizing about his next Sunday. This Sunday Preston had decided he would stay in bed until lunchtime...first sleeping in far later than he should, and then playing or reading on his personal screen until the buzzer intoned the lunch tone. The thought kept him going throughout the week, and he spent his entire free hour on Saturday making up his remedial reflex training just so that he wouldn't have anything to do on his beloved free day. Thus, when a pair of cold feet against his legs shocked him awake in the early hours of the morning, he was incredibly upset. "Freezing fucking bitch!" he mumbled reflexively, gazing through blurry eyes at the red lights that indicated it was 0407 hours. He turned to find Missy next to him, scooting between the sheets and snuggling down into the blankets, "your feet are frozen!" His plans had *not* included being woken up so early, and now that he was awake he knew it would take him forever to fall back asleep. He gazed down at his girlfriend crankily. "It's cold," Missy agreed, scooting next to him and nestling beneath his arm. She was already half asleep, and Preston frowned at the unfairness of it. "Hey, nuhuh, you woke me up, you don't get to just cuddle as if you're not sucking the heat out of my bed," he growled. "But I brought another blanket," Missy yawned, "and you're so warm and it's so cold." "You'd feel different if you had as hard a time getting to sleep as I do," Preston grumbled, and Missy opened an eye and observed him for a moment. "I'm sorry I woke you up, and for sucking the heat of your bed," she mumbled, "later today I'll suck something else to make up for it," she reached up and flicked him across the nose, hard enough that it hurt, "and don't call me a bitch." "You can't just use sex to get your way with everything," Preston began to protest, but a quiet snore told him Missy had already fallen back to sleep. *Lucky bitch.* The thought was angry, but as he looked down at her peaceful face he couldn't help but also feel affectionately amused. All things considered, his early wakeup wasn't as bad as it might've been. He slipped his personal screen from its pocket by his head and browsed the network for a few hours, reading a few guides on formation flight tips, despite his promise to avoid all things training. As rough as the lessons had been, Preston enjoyed flying, a carryover from being raised by a pair of mechanics. When he was a child he would "help" his father by handing him his tools to repair shuttles, or occasionally sit with his mother in her study as she worked on designs. Of his classes at the Academy, the ones that came easiest to Preston were the ones that had to do with ships. Although it was perpetually cold in the barracks, the extra blanket and the warmth of his girlfriend pressed up beside him left Preston quite warm. The heat was almost too much; in her sleep Missy shifted, pushing the blankets down to her waist. Preston finished reading and shut down his screen and, knowing he wouldn't fall back asleep, leaned back and enjoying the warmth and silence. Missy's shirt had ridden up her ribcage in her sleep, exposing a strip of pale skin up to just beneath her breasts. Resting his head on one hand, Preston began tracing a finger back and forth across her exposed skin, letting his mind wander. Despite his plans for laziness, he would probably wander to the shooting range or the firing simulator later in the day, perhaps try to beat Alex's shot record... His musings were interrupted by Julia leaning over the edge of the bunk above him. She had the sunny smile of a girl who knew she didn't have to work all day, and her gold-blonde hair was so long it fell almost halfway down to his bunk. Preston was reminded of some surreal fairytale character. "Morning Preston," she whispered. "Hey Leftie," he whispered back, and Julia made a face. Her right arm was still in its rigid plasticine case, so she extended the middle finger of her left, but she smiled. "You're up early." "Got an early wakeup call. A cold one," Preston nodded down, continuing to move his fingers across Missy's stomach. "Oh jeez," Julia gave the sleeping girl a look somewhere between amusement and pity, "she's got a little bit of 'clingy' in her doesn't she." "Yea," Preston halfshrugged, "a bit. I don't really mind. I've never had that in a girlfriend." Julia didn't reply, she just looked back and forth between Preston and the sleeping brunette, an amused expression on her upside-down face. "What?" Preston finally asked, defensively. "Nothing, nothing," Julia put her left hand up, still smiling, "I just really never would've guessed you two would get together you know?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't know, she's just all innocent and cute and annoyingly sugar-sweet, and you're...well...you." Preston grinned, although he wasn't quite sure if his friend meant the sentiment as a compliment or an insult. Either way, he knew she had his best interests at heart. Julia was the only one of his squadmates with the same irreverent sense of humor and cynical outlook on life, and they had been fast friends since their first few weeks. Looking up at her frank but questioning (and upside-down) face, he reassured himself that she wouldn't mock him if he answered her statement honestly. "She's different from me, that's a good thing," he said slowly. Julia tilted her head questioningly, and Preston struggled to communicate his meaning, "if you spend all your time with someone who's the same as you, well how are you gonna change as a person?" "Why do you have to change for her?" Julia challenged. "I'm not changing *for* her, I'm just...I'm with her because I *already* want to change, you know? I don't want to go through my whole life being the same person, no one should. You gotta grow into a different person." *It always sounded so much better when Mom said it,* he thought, frustrated. He wished he had inherited her grasp of words instead of her green eyes. "I liked you just the way you were," Julia pronounced, putting finality into her whisper, "If you were that hard up for some action I would've thrown you a pity fuck or two if you had just asked," she was grinning, and Preston couldn't tell from the expression whether she was joking or not. Either way his frustration was growing. *Why is it always so fuckin' hard for people to understand what I'm trying to say?* "I'm not with her to fuck her. Not *just* to fuck her," he amended for the sake of honesty, "is it so hard to believe I actually think she's a cool girl?" He realized he had raised his voice beyond a whisper as his squadmates began to stir, and he dropped his volume "Is it really so difficult to imagine I might want to grow as a person?" "Alright alright, calm down, jeez," Julia whispered, "Date who the hell you want, it's your call. I guess I just always pictured you with a girl who could satisfy you." "I'm plenty satisfied," Preston whispered back, "Missy takes care of me." "Okay, then a girl you could satisfy without you changing yourself to do it. And really?" Julia raised an eyebrow, "she's just the perfect little minx who is dynamite in bed? *Missy* is?" Preston stayed silent, knowing his face was sullen and wishing he could hide his feelings better as Julia continued. "She's just the complete package huh? Totaly trying out one kink after another, bedroom so new and spicy it's like you've got a new girl every night? Not a single kink you have left untried? You've done that 'conference room' thing you told me about?" Preston internally cursed himself for ever telling Julia about his little fantasy. "I'm not just a talking penis you know, there's more to our relationship than just the sex," Preston knew that Julia would take it as an admission. The fact frustrated him, and her smirking face wreathed in blonde locks seemed a lot less cherubic. He tried to think of blonde fairytale villains. "I know you're not. I'm sorry, I didn't meant to say you were." The girl's apology surprised him? he couldn't remember Julia ever apologizing for as long as he knew her. She even *looked* apologetic, "I'm not trying to be bitchy Preston, really. Well, I kinda am, but I always get bitchy when I'm trying to talk about important things. You know what I mean. Missy's a nice girl, but she just doesn't seem right for you. You're more adventurous and less reverent, and it seems like you're doing a lot more changing for her than she is for you. I just don't want you to get hurt when things...*if* things goes south." "Fuck you Julia." "Look can you honestly say you're happy with how you've changed?" "Yes!" "Can you look me in the eye and tell me you're satisfied? Both sexually and all that other emotional bullshit too?" "Y..yes," Preston had to think about it for a moment, but he realized the answer was true. He was unused to thinking of himself emotionally, but the fact was despite the flaws, Missy made him happy. "Can you say things couldn't possibly be better?" Without waiting for an answer Julia swung back up to her bed, and Preston laid on his back, staring at the bunk above. "What kind of bullshit question is that?" He asked. The response floated down softly, "Just a question. If it makes you pissy maybe you already know the answer." "Of course things could be better, everything could always be better," Preston replied hotly, "we could have two days off like the other rookies. She could be a little more daring, a little less mousy. I could have double luxury credits and servants to wash my fuckin' feet every day. Just because something isn't the absolute peak of utter perfection doesn't mean you should give up on it." There was silence for a moment, and Preston silently swore. The squadmates all had a level of closeness, but Julia was his best friend on the orbital. *Why does she have to do this now?* "Doesn't mean you should give up on making it better," Julia said quietly, "if you stay with her, don't give up on making it better. For you or her." "You really are trying to help out aren't you." "Of course," she sounded surprised, "why else would I be saying it?" "Dunno," Preston admitted, "you felt your bitch skill rusting and needed some practice?" He grinned as her hand dropped over the side of the bed, middle finger extended again. His hand was still resting on Missy's bare stomach, and he noticed that her breaths weren't as deep or steady as they had been in the night. When he glanced up at her face, the slightest flicker of Missy's closed long lashes confirmed the seed of doubt in his stomach. *Fuck,* Preston's idyllic and stressfree plans for the day seemed to melt away as he became more and more certain, *she's been awake this whole time.* *** Preston wanted nothing more than to be alone. Breakfast had been hideously awkward, as Missy had been more upbeat and cheerful than she had any right to be, even on a day off. Preston brooded, angry at Julia for making him question things, and angry at Missy for pretending she hadn't heard. As soon as he could make an excuse to leave the table he stormed off, wandering down the hallway with no particular destination in mind. Promise or no promise, he found himself in the firing sim soon afterwards. The room was huge and quiet, and it was easy to lose ones' self in its expanse. Preston moved to the weapons locker by the door, flicking the double doors open and scanning the array of nonlethal training weapons within. Though his gaze moved across the double row of weaponry, but his focus elsewhere. Were his squadmates really commenting about his changed persona behind his back? Did it matter if they were? Julia's words were weighing him down, and Missy's chipper and cheerful demeanor made him frustrated whenever he thought of it. *She was awake. I'm sure of it. She heard us talking. If what Julia said wasn't true, if she really thinks we're both good for each other, why hasn't she said anything? And why hasn't Julia said any of these things before? Fuck, why is she saying them at all?* "Fuck women," he snarled, yanking a railpistol from the rack and slamming the doors closed. "Reaffirming your mission statement Preston?" Preston almost jumped at the voice that echoed from further down in the room. He peered at the end of the dimly lit expanse, only now seeing the shadowy figure at the other end, fiddling with a row of target orbs. As his eyes grew accustomed to the distance and light, he faintly made out olive skin and black hair tied in a loose long braid. "Alex. The fuck are- I mean, what are you doing here?" Preston grumbled, making his way down the long room to join her by the orbs. Though he still swore in his head and around Julia, he was trying to cut down on it when around other squadmates. Missy said it made him sound rough...the thought of changing for Missy made him mentally curse again. "I like it here, 's quiet," Alex said, not seeming to mind his language, "plus it's pretty clear no one's gonna beat my accuracy scores in a cruiser, so I thought I'd give y'all a challenge for your firing sim scores too." Preston, the current second in cruiser accuracy, repressed a scowl, pulling another set of four mechanical training orbs from the wall. *Come on Preston, gotta make an effort, gotta try.* "Um, same here," his voice sounded awkward even to himself as he input his name and password to each orb, "since we're both here anyways, you want to do some coop doubles training?" "You sure? It'll average our scores if we fight coop, pull ya down an' me up." "Yea it's fine," Preston cleared his throat, "you'll probably beat my score eventually anyways." "True," Alex joked, as the small spheres hummed to life, lifting from the table in front of them. The orbs floated motionless for a moment, taking readings of the room and their human targets, then shot off in different directions. They were only about as big as Preston's head, and the hoverjets installed in each were enough to propel them at a startlingly fast pace. Alex lifted her rifle and fired as they flew by, but her shot went wide, the EM bullet shattering on the far wall with a small electronic sounding "ping". "Soo," Alex said, as the two of them moved forward, "...'fuck women' huh?" *How about mind your own fucking business,* Preston kept himself from snapping out the first response that had come to his mind. "Um...yea, ignore that," he said instead, as they crept along the wall cautiously. The orbs were using the columns and walls scattered around the giant room to keep out of sight, waiting for the opportunity to strike. "M'kay," Alex responded, keeping her rifle raised and sweeping the room "It's just, I'm having issues with your gender today is all." "Hmm," was all Alex said in response. They remained silent for a few minutes as they moved forward, so Preston heard the hum of the sphere behind him. He spun around and squeezed off three shots in fast succession...the first and third went wide, but the second clipped its edge. With a small mechanical wheeze the orb lowered to the ground, neutralized. Before he could even turn back around Preston heard Alex's rifle go off twice, the pause in between letting him know that she had aimed more carefully. The two she had targetted gently drifted to the ground, and Preston gratefully noted that Alex said nothing about their relative accuracy scores. He was feeling much better. The exercise, running and twisting, combined with the visceral satisfaction of firing the heavy railpistol and feeling the kickback, had a calming effect on him. Another of the targets hit the ground with a small click, taken down in a single shot, and he began feeling truly at ease. "Thanks, by the way," Preston grunted, stepping behind a column for cover. "For what?" "Not pushing me on the whole thing. Letting me just get it out of my system." "You clearly don't want to talk about it." "Yea well, it was nice of you not to try to make me." "Hmm," Alex said again, thoughtfully, and then with a friendly smile she brought the rifle up, took careful aim, and shot Preston in the shoulder. The bullet was nonlethal, but it slammed into him with such force that it knocked him backwards, toppling against the column behind him. "FUCK," Preston yelled, as pain blossomed along his arm, "what the FUCK did you do that for?" "Well, you don't get along well with people who are too nice," Alex said calmly "I needed to even out my good deeds." "What do you mean I don't get along with nice people?" Preston flexed his arm as he stood to his feet, "in case you hadn't noticed, *Alexandria*, I'm dating Missy," he stressed her full name, knowing she hated it. "Yea, and then slamming things around and screaming 'fuck women' to yourself," Alex pointed out. Preston stared at her for a moment, and she casually fired off three rounds in quick succession, taking out an orb that had been cautiously moving forward. Much as he wanted to be angry for the sting in his arm...she sort of had a point. Even now, looking at the matter-of-fact face of the girl who had just shot him, he had to supress a grin. It *was* kind of funny. "So you shot me to be my friend?" He asked sarcastically. "Well, yea. It seemed the thing to do. Did it work?" "Kinda. That's pretty fucked up, isn't it." Alex laughed, and after a moment Preston laughed too. Two spheres swung out from behind a pillar, one to the left and one to the right. They both fired at the left one, but Preston's gun was light enough that he managed to squeeze off a second to send the rightmost careening off-kilter into a wall. "Okay since you're being all friendly, tell me this, why would a friend try to imply that your relationship is shit?" "If your friend thinks your relationship is shit, it makes sense to tell you." "Oh, so you think my relationship is shit too?" A target peeked out from behind a column, and Preston angrily squeezed off a few rounds that landed where it had been. "I'm just answering your question. I warn my friends when they're in a relationship that seems unhealthy." "Do you think mine is unhealthy?" "Hey Preston," Alex had been motionless, staring down her sight at the column, and when the orb peaked out again she took it down with a single shot, "it seems like you're dancing around a few questions you want advice on. We can continue doing that if you like, but if you want my advice, why don't you just ask?" Preston was surprised at the straightforwardness. He mulled it over for a few seconds, and after a moment's consideration, he shrugged. "Julia thinks Missy is changing me." "She is changing you. You already knew that, that's not your question." "Well yea okay she's changing me, but she's not perfect either! There are some things that she could change." "Like what?" "She could be more adventurous. She could be more sexual. A little less clingy maybe?" "M'kay. So what was her reaction when you told her this?" Preston scowled, pumping off four shots in quick succession at a sphere that floated near the floor. He was the only one of the rookies who had gotten the hang of using the heavy rail pistol; the delicate mechanics within would often lock up if the user didn't time the shots well. To Preston the machinery was fairly straightforward once it had been explained to him, but the rest hadn't been able to get the hang of it. *Too bad I can't figure women out that easily...* "Preston?" "Okay, fine, no I didn't talk to her about it," Preston snapped. He glanced over and saw Alex looking down her sights, but she was grinning. "Yea, okay I shouldn't judge her on things I haven't brought up, I get your point." Alex didn't say a word, but she continued to grin. "Okay, then explain this; this morning I was talking about it with Julia, and I'm pretty sure she was awake the whole time! So she *does* know, why wouldn't she bring it up at breakfast?" "Cover me?" Alex asked, and she ran forward toward the middle of the room, taking shots at orbs that had been hiding behind columns as she went. The movement caused the training spheres to reposition, navigating to remain hidden from Alex but exposing themselves to Preston in the process. "She should've brought it up," Preston repeated, focusing on aiming carefully rather than quickly so that each shot brought a target down. "Brought what up?" Alex asked, swinging her rifle around to hit the orb with the butt. The sphere ducked beneath her swing, and Preston took careful aim and shot it from the air. "All of this stuff!" he replied as it slowly lowered to the ground, "all the stuff she heard me talking about with Julia! Why wouldn't she talk about it once she found out I hadn't....been....bringing it up...." He trailed off. Alex was standing in the middle of the room, grinning at him. "You have a pretty smart-ass way of not saying anything, you know that?" Preston grumbled. "I get that a lot," Alex smirked. The screen on one wall began displaying stats for the completed training session. Alex hefted one of the orbs and began carrying it to the table as Preston watched the numbers scroll by. He hadn't done bad. "Your smart-ass silence helped though," he begrudgingly admitted, "so...thanks." "Careful there Preston, you're starting to sound too nice. You wouldn't want Missy to change you!" She chuckled as she lifted the orb up to its rack on the wall. Preston grimaced at her back, sighted carefully at her backside, and pulled the trigger. "OW! Preston you fucking suck!" Alex screamed, spinning as she rubbed her lower thigh. She was glaring, but the corner of her mouth was already quirking upward in a half-grin, "*and* you still suck at aiming, if that was meant for my butt." Preston shrugged and grabbed another sphere from the floor, a smile on his face. Alex stepped over and grabbed it from his hand, "Give me that. I'll clean up in here, you go talk to your girlfriend." "We should hang out more," Preston gave up the sphere, "you give off this big mysterious vibe, but once I actually talk to you, you're pretty cool." "Yea, I get that a lot too," Alex muttered as Preston headed towards the doors, "plus it's not all out of the goodness of my heart; if you're not around I don't have to worry about getting nailed with a rail pistol again." "Oh it's coming," Preston grinned, "you'll get nailed when you least expect it." "Preston, I have a favor to ask, and this can't be the first time you've heard a girl ask it of you," Alex responded with a deadpan look, "please don't nail me." Preston laughed. Between her and Julia, maybe there *were* other squadmates with his inappropriate sense of humor. "Oh that sealed the deal," he joked, "and next time, I'm nailing you right in the ass." He turned to the door to find it open, Aimee and Missy directly on the other side. Both looked severe. *Fuck fuck shit fuck,* he thought, stepping through and closing the door behind him to cut off Alex's laughter, *Why does shit like this always happen just when I've figured things out?* "That...wasn't what it sounded like-" he began, before Missy cut him off. "Of course it wasn't Preston, I know your sense of humor. Despite what you might think, I'm not some paranoid, clingy mess." Preston winced. *Okay...so I've figured things out, now how to fix this?* "Right...look, Missy, can we talk?" "I was just about to ask the same thing," Missy's look of severity softened a little, and she turned to Aimee, "thank you for the talk Aimes. It helped a lot. I'll catch up with you later." *'Tell you exactly everything that was said' later, you mean,* Preston thought, but he didn't say anything as Missy took him by the hand and led him down the hallway. *** "Where are we going?" Preston asked, as she led him past the turn to the rookie barracks. Missy didn't answer, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign. They continued through the smooth metal hallways, following a path Preston didn't know. After a few minutes they arrived at a dead end hallway, and Missy thumbed the controls of one of the rooms, adjusting its light and tempurature, before gesturing for Preston to go inside. The lights came on as soon as the room detected a presence. It was a large conference room, spacious and comfortable, with a huge wooden table taking up a large portion of space in its middle. The door slid closed behind them, and Missy stepped over to the large table, moving a few chairs aside and then hopping up to sit on the edge. "I'm not mad at you," she said. "That's...good?" Preston said cautiously, putting his hands in his pockets. "I just wanted to tell you that up front. I have some things to say, about our relationship, so I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't mad at you. I'll say my stuff, and then you say your stuff, and then we're going to work out our disagreements like adults, and *then*, we're going to have sex right here," she tapped the table beneath her, "which is *apparently* a fantasy of yours." "That sounds fine," Preston replied, *I'll get more brownie points if I apologize for something before she mentions it...* "except I want to say my 'stuff' first." "Okay," Missy agreed, "as long as we stick to the 'adult discussion' part afterward." Her chin was raised, and she was wearing an expression that seemed at the same time confident and terrified. She was clearly going to stick up for herself no matter what, and was *also* scared to death of doing so. The expression was so adorable that Preston smiled in spite of himself. "I shouldn't be expecting shit from you when I haven't told you what I'm expecting," he said, "it's not fair to act like you can read my fuckin' mind." Missy looked surprised, and Preston wondered guiltily how infrequently he admitted he was wrong that she was so shocked by it. "And," he added, "sorry for calling you a bitch this morning." "That one was understandable," Missy smiled, "it was really cold." "Yea well, that's my stuff. You go." "Um...that was pretty much my 'stuff' too," she said, a little uncertainly, "I wasn't expecting you to have realized what was bothering me. The only other thing that I have to say is that it really hurt to hear you talking so frankly with someone about things you'd never mentioned to me. Especially someone who thinks you should break up with me." Preston took a deep breath, "I'm not going to stop being friends with Julia. She's one of my best friends in the Academy, she's like me. I won't throw a friendship away like that." "I wouldn't ask you to stop being friends with anyone," Missy held up a hand placatingly, "I'm just asking you to...you know, talk to me. Let me know what's going on." "I can do that," Preston moved forward and wrapped his arms around her where she sat on the table. "I'm glad." They stayed in each others arms for a few moments, and all of the frustration that Preston seemed to have seemed to release from his shoulders. "So...a conference room table huh? What's that about?" Missy's arms slid down to his waist, and one hand cupped his rear. "Oh I dunno," Preston leaned back a little, embarrased, "when we had that orientation meeting four months ago, when we first got here...I just thought what a perfect height it was, where it would position the girl. And there's the thrill of doing it in a place we're not supposed to. And the chance that someone might catch us." "Just so you know," Missy leaned back as well, sliding her shirt up over her head and tossing it on the floor next to the door, "if that happens, I am going to be too mortified to have sex with you ever again." Preston grinned, taking in the sight of her bare breasts as she sat in front of him. The room was slightly colder than was comfortable, and her small pink nipples were hard. The sight of them made him harden, and the way she sat against the edge of the table meant his bulge pressed against her. Missy smiled, and he leaned in to kiss her, rubbing against her as he did so. Without breaking the kiss she began unclasping his pants with nimble fingers. His hands slid up her sides and over her naked chest as she pulled them and his underwear off of his waist, and when he gently pinched at her nipples, she made a small sound into his mouth. The sound and the cold air against his member were enough to make Preston's heart pound. He knelt and tugged at Missy's waistband, and she lifted to allow him to slip her pants and underwear off of her. "Cold table," she murmured sofly as Preston stepped back, admiring the view as he tossed both pairs of pants into the pile by the door. Missy kicked her legs back and forth over the edge of the table, fixing Preston with a shy smile while he looked her up and down. Her brown hair hung in curls to her chest, almost framing her small pale breasts. Her legs were pressed together due to the cold, but when she saw him looking she spread them apart to let him see the patch of curly brown pubic hair above her pink lips. Preston stepped forward again, yanking his shirt off, and she wrapped her arms around him as they resumed their kiss. Preston could feel every contact between them, and the feelings were warm and urgent. He felt Missy's breasts pressed against his chest, her arms around him, her fingertips gently sliding across his back, and her sex, hot and wet against his length. Her hips were making small motions that dragged her slit across his member, and he could feel her making quiet moaning sounds even as they kissed. His lips moved to a cheek, then near her ear. "What do you want?" He whispered, even as the grinding of her hips told him the answer. "You know what I want," she responded, breathless. "Tell me," he commanded. "I...I want you," she said, and Preston grinned into her brown curls. "But you already have me," he teased. "You're really going to make me say it?" Preston was sure he could feel the heat of her cheeks as she blushed, and he purposely pulled his hips away from her, his grin widening. "Goddamnit Preston," Missy whispered, "your cock, I want your cock, I want you inside of me right now." She was so wet that when Preston pushed forward he entered her with no resistance, just wetness and warmth. Missy cried out, fingernails digging into his back as she held him close. Just as he had imagined, the table was the perfect height, leaving her directly in line with each thrust. Each time he pushed inside of her it elicited a moan, which made the fire in him rage all the more. Preston forced himself to be careful, to push into her rather than slam his entire length as hard and fast as he could. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his back, she was pulling him into her body as rough as she wanted, and the pace was perfect for him. Missy let go of him and leaned back, and Preston was treated to the sight of her entire body. The blush on her face matched the sweet, quiet moans, and each time he thrust forward her breasts jiggled appealingly. He had passed the point where he could contain himself, slamming forward harder and harder on each thrust, as deep inside of her as he could go. Missy was clearly loving it, moving her hips back and forth to meet him blow for blow, and she threw her head back as she gasped with the pleasure. Her pussy began trembling as the orgasm hit her, and the tight feeling of her quivering sent him over the edge. He grabbed her as he came, pulling her close to him. Her breath in his ear, her nails digging into his back, and her skin against his skin was a backdrop to the pleasure that locked his whole body up, feeling the pulse pounding through his length. His body released, filling her up as they both cried out. Preston came down from his pleasure high slowly, relaxing and gently letting her back down on the table. She laid back, panting, and gave a small whimper when he slipped out of her. He looked her over as she lay on the table. Her eyes were closed, and he watched her naked chest rising and falling, a light sheen of sweat all over her body and a smile on her face. *I should grab my screen and take a picture,* he thought with a satisfied smile, but he didn't want to risk upsetting her. Instead he just stood there, enjoying the sight for as long as she wanted to lay there. The door began to chirp confirmation noises as someone outside set the room's temperature and light levels. Preston didn't even think, and judging from Missy's surprisingly quick reaction neither did she. He lunged for the pile of clothes, picking them up and sliding them across the desk to wipe up sweat and fluids, throwing them underneath the table as Missy opened a storage closet in the side of the room. They both slipped inside as the conference room's door slid open. The closet's door wouldn't close if it detected life forms inside it, and Preston prayed whoever it was didn't notice the small crack as Missy held the door as closed as possible with one finger. Someone stepped into the room, whose lights had dimmed. Preston heard muted footsteps, and the small click of an object being set on the desk, and he braced himself. Apparently the single quick wipe had removed any offending streaks or stains from the table's surface, or at least the dim light hid what was left. The figure sat down heavily in the chair at the end of the table, and Preston was finally able to see the man's face. It was Major Auspus, highest ranked pilot and commander of Orbital Academy. Missy must've recognized the man as well, since she stiffened. Normally the sensation of her bare butt sliding against him would be exciting, but in this circumstance he only hoped the tiny noise wouldn't be overheard by the Major. If it was, he made no indication, leaning back in his chair and passing a tired hand over his eyes. It was widely rumored that expensive surgery or illegal biomodification was the reason the eighty-year-old man looked no more than twenty, but even with his youthful face, his expression at the moment showed his age. No matter how smooth and fresh his skin, the man looked weary, weighed down and the picture of stress and worry. *But why come here? Doesn't he have his own quarters? Wouldn't they be more private? If he wants a nap, why keep it a secret?* Something out of Preston's sight on the table sparked with a small 'pop', sending a bright purple pinprick of light into the air. The spark settled on the Major's face, and as it slowly burnt out the Major showed no indication of noticing it. Another popping noise, and another spark drifted lazily through the air, this one landing on the hem of Auspus' sleeve. For several long minutes Preston watched, confused, as whatever it was on the table kicked off a slow and steady stream of the purple sparks. At one point the stream was so thick that it lit the Major completely, his face shining eerily with the purple illumination. Throughout it all the man simply stared off into space, acting for all the world like nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Eventually the flow of sparks slowed and came to an end. The Major stayed for a few moments longer, then leaned forward and collected the item, stowing it in a pocket. Heaving a sigh, he stood and moved out of sight of the closet, his footsteps moving towards the door. The conference room door hissed, there was a pause, and then it hissed again. Although he listened carefully, straining his ears, Preston didn't hear a sound besides the barest of whispers that were his and Missy's breathing. The room's lighting rose, moving back towards its default, and with a sigh of relief he followed as Missy opened the closet door and stepped out into the room. Preston's adrenaline kicked into overdrive the second he saw the terrified look of panic on Missy's face, her hands flying to cover her naked breasts and crotch. He didn't have to look towards the door to know what he would see, but his gaze was drawn as if by magnets, even as his hands moved to similarly cover up. Major Auspus stood inside the room just in front of the closed door, arms crossed, a blank look on his face. Preston opened his mouth to speak, but no words came to mind. *Say something, idiot. Do something, say anything, anything is going to be better than this stunned-fish silence, and it's not like you can make the situation any worse than it already is right now...* "Rookie Preston Kalinowski," the Major spoke in a clear and clipped tone, "and Rookie Melissa Dorson." "S-sir," Preston said, instantly hating himself for the brief "Did you know," Major Auspus continued as if Preston hadn't spoken, "that as the orbital's commander I can, at any time, restrict a Rookie-level from continuing their training on said orbital?" Preston didn't know how to respond. He was stunned, his thoughts were moving sluggishly, and he knew he should say *something*, he just didn't know what. "I don't even need to have a reason. I could prevent either of you from graduating to Pilot-level because I didn't particularly like your haircut." Preston vaguely noted that Missy was hyperventilating. *She's going to suffer just because she was trying to make me happy,* he realized. His stomach was already in knots, but a wave of guilt felt as if someone had punched it. *I can't let this happen...* "Sir, if I may-" he began, but again the Major spoke as if Preston hadn't started talking, "If I *did* need a reason to prevent you from moving on, and again I will stress that I don't, finding two Rookies buck-naked in a private conference room would certainly be reason enough, reason that no authority would question, let alone argue against." *Say something do something don't let her dreams be crushed because she was making you happy!* A voice inside Preston's head screamed. It occurred to him how horrible it would be if he himself were kicked out, returning to his parents disgraced and expelled, but he pushed the thought aside impatiently. This was about Missy, about keeping her from trouble; he was willing to pay for his mistakes if only he could keep her from punishment. "It was my fault-" he began, but he wasn't surprised when the Major continued. "Thus, it is incredibly lucky for you that neither of you made the staggeringly poor choice to be buck-naked in this private conference room." He gazed at the two of them impassively as they stared, confused. "It is astoundingly lucky that you both decided not to take a tryst here. It is amazingly fortunate that you saw nothing transpire afterward." "Because if anything happens to indicate you had...if any mention is made to a friend or a colleague...if any discussion circulates in any way about something you may have seen after that tryst...then obviously I would be forced to follow protocol and expel both of you from Orbital Academy. And if I were forced to expel you both, I would feel inclined to pass on my disgust to any potential employer, on any orbital in orbit." The room was silent for a long moment after the Major made his speech. With a sudden movement, Major Auspus turned and stepped through the door, his face never wavering from its neutral expression as it hissed shut behind him. Missy sunk to her knees as Preston stared at the closed door, dumbfounded. *What was that? He's just letting us go? In exchange for not telling anyone about the sparks?Why do they matter?* Preston stepped over to Missy, who had begun trembling. He wrapped an arm around her, and she leaned against him, still shaking. "I don't even know what that meant...I was so s-scared," she whispered, her breath catching. Although he wouldn't admit it, the prospect of being removed from his training, cast out and with little chance at a job, had rattled Preston far more than he would expect. Even so, he was more concerned for Missy, who was looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as her entire body shook. He went to grab their clothes from beneath the table, casting his mind about for some stupid joke he could make to take her mind off of their recent scare. "I'll tell you one thing: after that? I am *never* letting you have sex with me ever again," he said. Missy gave a strangled laugh as she took the pile of clothes he offered, and he grinned back, even as he felt sick to his stomach. "Oh really? I'm sure I can change your mind about that," she replied with a weak smile. "No way. I am resolute on this," Preston yanked his pants back on, slipping his shirt over his head with his other hand, "you'll have to try and try and try to get me to do so. Hell you'll probably have to fuck me for days before I agree to it." "Just for that I think I'll make you beg for it," Missy teased, and Preston noticed with satisfaction that she had stopped shaking, "but....n-not here, okay?" "No, let's go back to the barracks, not here," Preston agreed, and the two of them made their way from the room at a pace slightly faster than a walk. On their way out Preston cast a glance over his shoulder. As the lights dimmed, he caught sight of a small singed hole on the chair the Major had been sitting in, as if one of the sparks had landed and burnt right through. "Definitely not here."

Orbital Academy XI -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want the series to continue? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- Inside of Jackson's head, a small reminder alert pinged, and he took a breath. The ping was vaguely musical, and for the nanosecond it lasted Jackson enjoyed and appreciated the fact that he had a snapshot of music that only he could enjoy. The breath ended and he returned his focus to the problem at hand. Very occasionally Jackson would wonder what it would be like to have a normal human brain. He would probably be lazy, perhaps absentminded, maybe talkative. Perhaps he might've even had a say in how his personality developed. His mother had taken that choice away from him with her extensive use of cocaine and critz and alcohol. When he was born his mind was so malformed there were only two options; augmentation or no augmentation. Without a CPU he would be a ward of Orbital Minera, his brain running a single function where a normal human could handle several, barely classifiable as alive much less intelligent. So really, the social worker hadn't had a choice either, giving the techs and medics permission to use him as a test case for their latest augmentations. The alert pinged, and Jackson took a breath. There were a lot of items stored in his long-term harddrive, but the currently focused goal was to get food. In theory he could switch goals, thumbing through the items in his mental to-do list, but choosing a different goal wouldn't help him obtain food, so he dismissed the thought. If he ever bothered to inform them, the techs would probably be embarrassed about that serious flaw in their design. A chip designed to force his single-function-brain into achieving a goal wouldn't ever allow him to willingly choose a different one. The only time a goal changed was due to outside factors, like someone talking, or a change in the environment. Jackson stepped down from the pod's ramp, absentmindedly helping Missy and Aimee off as well. The crowd parted for him as he made his way towards the doorway leading to the mess hall. *They think I'm mourning my fallen comrades,* the information registered to him, but he couldn't empathize with it. What possible use could moaning and wailing have in accomplishing any of his goals? *Of course, they're important,* Jackson admitted, mentally scrolling through his tasks to make sure goal 11125 still had a high priority, *but who can spend so much time not doing something?* He had reached the mess and was filling a plate when the goal priorities shifted with a click, goal 87546 stashing away like a satisfying piece in his mind's puzzle as soon as he successfully acquired food. While he looked for a table, he enjoyed the leisurely process of flipping through his tasks to select his next goal. Goal 11125 was one of the highest priorities at the moment, since the sooner he mounted a rescue attempt the more likely it would be to succeed. *That one will have to be divided into several subgoals though...* He set his tray down and browsed through for smaller goals that he could quickly complete before tackling that one, pausing only to breath when the alert ping reminded him. "Jackson!" Even in the crowded and bustling mess hall Jackson recognized Cynthia's voice; it was one of the most attractive things about her. It was silvery and light, almost musical. *Like the breathing alert,* he realized, *I wonder if that's why I like it so much*. Her voice was concerned now, and he liked the thought that she worried about him. Deeper, more instinctual feelings stirred in him at the sound of her voice, and goal 71609 slid upward in priority by several places. Part of him was slightly ashamed as he selected it, that he was prioritizing such a animalistic goal over saving his squadmates, but it had been a few weeks since he'd last satisfied those urges, and he always planned better when they were satisfied. He almost winced when he turned. Just behind Cynthia, Samantha was also approaching, glancing at the other girl with confusion. *A guy just can't catch a break around here,* Jackson mentally sighed, as the CPU in his head whirred with the incoming data. His goal split into subgoals in a picosecond, and he immediately felt disoriented until he could translate them into words. Seeing the two girls next to each other highlighted their differences and brought them into sharp contrast. Cynthia had clearly just come from the hangars, since her face was still smudged with carbon stains and engine grease. Her red hair was tied back with a piece of black ribbon, and Jackson spared a moment to appreciate the single strand that had fallen out of the tie. Samantha had also clearly come from the hangars as well, but her work was far more clerical. Smooth unblemished skin and soft hands set her about as far apart from Cynthia as she could be, but with the proximity Jackson realized that the ringlets around her face were almost the exact same shade of red. *I guess I have a type after all,* he pondered, *cute red-haired scrubs.* The alert ping reminded him to breath, and refocused him on the task at hand. *Right. Don't want to end things with Cynthia. Don't want to end things with Sam. Don't want to lie to either. You can never give me a simple goal, can you?* Jackson scolded the chip. On the next ping, he took an extra deep breath. "Cynthia! Sam!" he gave a small smile and stepped forward, putting one arm around Sam's waist and using the other hand to pull Cynthia forward. He kissed Cynthia on the forehead, Sam on the cheek, and then turned back to the table, "Fuck have I missed you! Come on and join me, please!" He indicated the empty seats at his table, smoothly sitting and hoping the ice in his stomach wouldn't show on his face. To his relief, both girls sat, though both now looked unsure of themselves. "I heard about your planetary," Samantha said cautiously, breaking the slightly awkward silence, "Jackson I'm so sorry." "They're not dead yet," Jackson began eating as he spoke, "their beacons are still lit." "Jackson..." Cynthia reached across the table to place a comforting hand on his, an action that Jackson noticed made Samantha frown. "It's okay, I'm not in denial or anything," Jackson chewed thoughtfully, trying to decide how he would handle his current goal, "if their beacons go out I'll deal with it at that point, but until then there's still hope." Samantha opened her mouth, and the highest priority goal demanded that he interrupt her. If he could stop them from addressing the elephant in the room, there was a chance that he could simply keep them both by pure inertia. Both girls were a little off-balance, and the chip was telling him to keep them that way. Instead he kept quiet, letting her speak. He knew it was his imagination, but he sometimes felt like he could hear his CPU screaming and grinding as he ignored the route that would technically work the best, but he would much rather opt for open communication than for manipulating his way to his goals. "Jackson, I know this probably isn't the best time," Samantha said, unaware of the conflict in Jackson's CPU, "but...who is this?" "I'm sorry, that's rude of me," Jackson apologized, "Sam, this is Cynthia, she works in fuel processing. Cyn, Samantha, she's in ship transfer admin." He took another bite as he waited for the inevitable follow-up questions. Cynthia's hand was still on his, which was a good sign, and he idly ran a thumb back and forth over it as the girls exchanged glances. "Pleased to meet you," Cynthia murmured, looking at Jackson instead of Samantha with narrowed eyes, but a half smile playing around the corner of her lips. "Likewise," Samantha sounded unsure of herself, and Jackson's CPU informed him that his chances of goal completion would increase vastly if he simply played to her unsureness. "You two are my two best friends on the entire orbital..." Jackson continued. The techs told him the chip couldn't actually form commands, that it simply allowed him to focus better, but he could swear he heard it talking to him; "Confuse her! You're so close if you can just keep her on her toes! Lie!" "...and in answer to the question neither of you are asking, yes, I'm sleeping with both of you." Jackson powered through the chip's instructions. Samantha's mouth dropped open in surprise. Cynthia folded her arms and leaned back, but she was grinning. "The balls on this one," she chuckled. "You...you're just going to *say* that? Just admit it to both of us?" Samantha spluttered. "Course, why not?" Jackson took another bite, "it wouldn't be very nice to hide that information would it?" "But it's 'nice' to sleep with both of us at the same time?" Samantha almost exploded. Jackson shrugged, "I suppose I didn't assume we were exclusive," he said, "that's why I didn't mind you banging your co-worker on the side." Samantha blushed bright red, and Cynthia threw her head back and laughed aloud. *She not only didn't realize I knew... But she also thought we were exclusive at the time?* Jackson considered whether or not to be offended, and finally shrugged it off. "I didn't...I wasn't..." Samantha stammered. She turned to Cynthia, no doubt hoping to find someone to back her up, "and you're okay with this? With him just going back and forth between the two of us?" "I never made an assumption about what we were," Cynthia raised both hands, "Jackson's fun to talk to and he's a good lay, we never put expectations on each other beyond that. Although," she reached forward and grabbed Jackson's spoon, pointing it menacingly at Jackson, "last month when I needed help cleaning the capacity core on your cruiser, and you said 'oh I've got physical training to catch up on', I swear to god if you blew me off to get some action from her..." Jackson grinned, "Actual PT, I swear," he said, truthfully, "I like to think I'm a little more respectful than ditching one of you for the other." Cynthia used the spoon to steal a bite of chocolate paste from his plate, and he didn't stop her. Samantha seemed completely out of her element and bewildered, but she wasn't leaving. His CPU stopped screaming at him, and he felt his shoulders imperceptibly relax. "I guess it's just...different...to me," Samantha finally mumbled, "I'm not used to this kind of situation. It seems weird." "Weirder than when you thought you were both cheating on each other?" Cynthia asked brightly around a mouthful of chocolate. Samantha blushed again. "You'll have your hands full if you get with these admin types Jackson," Cynthia grinned, "full of strange expectations." "No call for that kind of talk Cyn," Jackson broke in before Samantha could respond, "Sam's a fine lady, and alongside you she's one of the people I care about most on this station." "You're right, that was uncalled for," Cynthia agreed, "I'm sorry Samantha." "I'm not a prude or anything," Samantha said defensively, "I just don't like the thought of sharing Jackson back and forth." "Well..." Jackson said thoughtfully, carefully, "if that's the way you feel, we don't have to do this back and forth." Samantha looked at him uncomprehending, but Cynthia clearly saw what he was implying almost instantly. "Jackson Carter Rade," she leaned back in her chair, fixing Jackson with a stare that was halfway between incredulous and impressed, "let me get this straight. Your two girlfriends meet each other, and even though you managed to stretch your luck enough to avoid a major blowout, you now think you're smooth enough to turn the situation into a threesome?" Jackson carefully finished his last bite, considering how to answer. In the end, he opted for honesty. "Yep," he said. Cynthia and Samantha looked back and forth between him and each other. Jackson had to admit that the stunned looks on their faces was amusing enough to be worth whatever answer he got. "Well, say what you will about him, the boy's got stones," Cynthia finally said. Samantha was opening and closing her mouth like a fish, but she finally managed to stutter, "What...what..what?" Jackson tried to gather his thoughts for a whole several alert pings. His head was beginning to hurt from the strain of the CPU, and he was painfully aware that several goals were slowly creeping higher in his priority list. He looked up to meet the eyes of the two girls. "Look, I've had...the most hellish few days I can ever remember," he admitted, "I've just about fried my brain by keeping it running too hot for the past few days, because there's just too many tasks to get done. I've got another rough patch coming up, so right now, in this brief bit of quiet before the storm, I'd really like to do something that will let me relax and forget about all the shit that has come before and is coming up." He shrugged, "I meant what I said earlier. You two are my closest and best friends here, and I'm really glad we still have that," he raised his eyebrows to make it a question, and was relieved when both girls nodded. "I like having you for friends, that would be true even if you both weren't as good in bed as you are. I mean...damnit I'm normally smoother than this..." The sound of gears grinding in his head was makinh it ache. *The chip doesn't even have fucking gears,* he mentally grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Aw, honey," Cynthia said sympathetically, standing and rounding the table to give him a hug. She took his hand and pulled him up from his seat, turning and moving toward the door. "Come on," she said over her shoulder, and Samantha rose with a confused look. "Where...what are you doing?" she asked. "I'm gonna help this fuckin' idiot relax," Cynthia replied with a smirk, "and you're going to help me." *** Cynthia's room wasn't far from the mess hall, within easy access of the hangar. As a "scrub", one of the valuable mechanics on the Orbital, she had the luxury of a private room. Jackson smiled wearily as he stepped inside. Though it was slightly cramped, a single large room and adjoining bathroom, Cynthia had made it her own. Small gears and wires, twisted into pieces of art, decorated the walls, and hand-made blankets and quilts lined anything that could be used as a bed or seat. The entire effect was one of instant comfort and coziness, an effect that Cynthia herself had on Jackson. Samantha looked around the room curiously as Cynthia pulled Jackson towards her strange bed that sat in the corner, made up of a pile of layered blankets and pillows as high as her waist. "This place is...really nice," Samantha sounded surprised, "comfortable." "What better place to comfort someone?" Cynthia untied the fastenings on her rough mechanics jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it in a corner. She always seemed at ease, but Jackson noticed she was a little more herself when she was in her room. "Um...about that..." Samantha was blushing, looking down at her feet. "You don't have to do this, Sam," Jackson watched her face carefully, looking for signs of hesitation. It didn't matter how helpful his CPU could've been in convincing her; if she wasn't willing to do this, he had no desire to force her. "No," Samantha seemed startled, "no, that's not it at all, I really do, it's just I...I don't know how." Jackson shot a look at Cynthia, hoping she wouldn't make fun of Samantha's embarrassment, but the mechanic was looking at her kindly, almost affectionately. "It's not so hard," Cynthia smiled, reaching out and hooking a hand around Samantha's neck. Samantha blushed harder, but Cynthia gently steered her towards the bed where Jackson was sitting, "do you like kissing our jerk of a boy here?" "Yes," Samantha answered hesitantly, and Cynthia gently pushed Samantha's head forward to meet Jackson's lips. Jackson held the moment in his mind as the kiss deepened. It felt like so long since he had touched her, touched either of them, and he wanted to savor the sensation of every moment. Samantha's kiss tasted like strawberries, and her tongue darted playfully across his lips. He ran his fingers through her bright red curls as he lay back on the bed, pulling her with him. "Good," he heard Cynthia say approvingly. As if encouraged by the other girl's approval, Samantha straddled Jackson, sitting on his upper stomach and bending down to keep on kissing him. "Now," Cynthia murmured, and Jackson vaguely registered the sound of clothing hitting the floor, "we'll see if you're a good enough kisser to keep his attention during what I'm about to do." *She is a very good kisser,* Jackson mused, as Samantha gently tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, *but I have an idea about what Cynthia is going to do...* As if on cue Cynthia's fingers deftly unfastened his pants with a practiced ease. Samantha broke the kiss, panting, to turn and watch as Cynthia pulled his pants off and threw them into the growing stack of clothes by the bed. "You're wearing too much," Cynthia said. Samantha was blocking Jackson's view of her face, but whatever expression Cynthia was wearing must've been enough to allay Samantha's reservations. Samantha slowly slipped her shirt over her head just as Cynthia wrapped warm nimble fingers around Jackson's shaft. The combination of Cynthia's fingers and the sight of Samantha's breasts dropping free was enough to make Jackson's hips involuntarily buck, and Samantha giggled she almost fell off of him. He couldn't see what Cynthia was doing, which made each touch unexpected. Instead he was treated to Samantha's large boobs hanging over his face as she leaned down again to pull his shirt off. He didn't mind in the slightest. Her strawberry-flavored kisses resumed again, keeping his attention as she made complicated motions to remove her own pants. Sudden warmth and wetness around the head of his member informed him that Cynthia had started using her tongue, and Jackson dug his nails into Samantha's naked back at the feeling. Samantha was rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her sex against his stomach while she kissed him and clearly enjoying his nails. He could feel how wet she was growing, and the heat of her cunt pressed against his body felt almost as good as Cynthia's tongue, which was sliding up and down his shaft at a steady, maddening pace. "God," Samantha broke the kiss again with a gasp, turning to look back at Cynthia, "I want him," she panted, "I need it, please?" "Mmm I can see what you see in this one Jackson," Cynthia purred, "she begs so prettily." Samantha squeaked as Cynthia's arms wrapped around her, squeezing her generous breasts and then yanking her backward onto the bed. Jackson leaned forward as Cynthia stood, both looking down at the naked woman as she blushed furiously. Jackson let his gaze travel back and forth between the two of them, appreciating the uniqueness of their bodies. Cynthia's breasts were quite small compared to Samantha's, but her body was harder, rougher. The smudges of oil and dirt made patterns on Cynthia's skin that showed exactly where the lines of her clothes had been, and where there was no dirt her freckles showed clearly, speckling her cheeks and tiny breasts. Samantha's mound was smooth, while Cynthia had a patch of flame-red hair between her legs. *Like night and day, these two,* Jackson mused, *so how are they both so hot?* "I'm feeling very self-conscious right now," Samantha murmured under their stares. "Jackson, for god's sake fuck the poor thing before she bursts into flames," Cynthia laughed, hopping lightly up onto the bed. She straddled Samantha, scooting back so that her pussy was rubbing against the other girl's mound and leaning forward. "Is this alright?" Jackson could hear Cynthia murmur, and the girl beneath her nodded. Samantha squirmed as soon as Jackson touched her, sliding a finger up and down across her slit. Cynthia's small ass moved in the air as she rubbed her clit against the her, and for a moment Jackson was mesmerized at the sight of the two perfect pussies so close together, both pink and wet and inviting. The scent of their juices mingled and combined into a heady aroma that sent shocks of lust through him even as he looked. "Samantha's too embarrassed to say it," Cynthia grinned over her shoulder, "but she would very much like your cock inside of her now." Her words snapped Jackson out of his trance, and without further hesitation he positioned his member at Samantha's opening and thrust inside. Samantha threw her head back on the bed and gave a long moan, cut off almost instantly by Cynthia's tongue. The sight of Cynthia kissing her made Jackson so hard it almost hurt, and he struggled to keep a steady pace as he slammed into Samantha over and over again. Even through the kiss he could hear her moaning, and the sound drove him to push into her even harder. Jackson pulled out completely, moving his hips so that when he next thrust forward his cock slid inside of Cynthia's waiting cunt. His breath was coming out ragged as he thrust faster and faster, first slamming into Cynthia then switching back to Samantha. Even their pussies were different, gripping his member in different ways, and he couldn't tell which he liked more. He was already feeling the orgasm building in him when Cynthia came, her sex clamping down and quivering around his length as her whole body shook. Samantha murmured something in the other girl's ear, and whatever it was it made Cynthia cum even harder. The tightness around him was bringing him close, and without thinking he pulled his member out and slid it between the bodies of the two girls. Both of them obligingly rubbed against him, sliding their mounds and clits over his wet cock. The stimulation was enough to send Jackson over the edge, moaning as he came. Neither girl stopped their rocking grinding, and the sticky wet contact made his orgasm last longer than any he could ever remember. He grabbed Cynthia's ass and Samantha's thigh as he shot his load between their bodies, his mind blanking out at the pleasure. Jackson leaned back with a sigh, catching his breath, as Cynthia sit up. Samantha's hips were still rocking as if against her will, and a slight whimper escaped her lips. "Oh you poor thing!" Cynthia murmured, "we had all the fun and left you frustrated! Let me help you with that." Jackson watched with a smile as Cynthia moved downward, burying her face between Samantha's legs. If Samantha had any more reservations they were gone now; she reached down to run her fingers through the other girl's hair as Cynthia worked her magic with her tongue. Jackson's eyes drooped, and he yawned. Even as he enjoyed the sight of his two girls playing with each other, the CPU in his head flipped through his goals without being directed. Goal 72999 was selected and locked in. Jackson was surprised, but shrugged...it *had* been nearly 48 hours since he had last slept. He settled back as Samantha started moaning again, watching the pair with a smile. Cynthia had started to play with herself as she ate Samantha out, Jackson's cum dripping off of her stomach to land on her wrist as her fingers slowly slid in and out of her own pussy. With the explicit scene in front of him, Jackson closed his eyes... *** Jackson was told that he slept differently than other people, the process more akin to defragging a computer than typical sleep. He didn't really know how it compared, but he knew he felt refreshed in every way after sleeping. It felt like only an instant later that he opened his eyes, mind fresh and sharp. Cynthia was asleep on his right, her red hair mussed and spread over his shoulder. Samantha lay on his left, awake, dragging a finger back and forth across his chest and looking pensive. "Something wrong?" He asked quietly, taking advantage of the brief moments he could focus on everything around him as he mentally flicked through his tasks. "That was...a lot nicer than I thought it would be," she replied thoughtfully, "I thought it was going to be all nasty and kinky and a little gross but it was...I dunno, more tender. She's sweet," she nodded at the sleeping girl on his other arm. "I think so too," Jackson replied. Goal 11125 clicked into place, and Jackson sighed when the alert ping reminded him to breath. "I think I like this. It's better than with Aaron. The co-worker," she clarified at Jackson's questioning glance. "You don't have to give him up you know," Jackson assured her, "I was serious about that. We don't have to be monogamous." "I just...I think I want to do this all the time," Samantha said carefully, "Just the three of us. Not monogamous but...tri-nogamous." "I think I would like that too," Jackson smiled, sitting up. It was what the CPU told him to say, but happily it was also the truth, "we should talk about it, the three of us." "Where are you going?" "I have to save my squadmates." "Is there anything I can do to help?" The offer was made without hesitation or reluctance, and Jackson smiled at her. "As a matter of fact, there is." *** The conference room was small, but even so the empty seats were clearly gnawing at his squadmates' minds. They all sat at one end, Jackson at the head of the table, Missy, Aimee and Li on his left, Cynthia and Samantha on his right. "I should start by letting you all know that what I'm going to propose is probably stupid and definitely dangerous," Jackson didn't mince words. "You two," he indicated Cynthia and Samantha, "could lose your jobs. The four of us," he indicated his squadmates, "could be killed." "We're going down to rescue them," Missy murmured. Jackson was gratified to see the hope spring so instantly into her eyes. *One recruit accounted for already,* he thought. "We are. There's more to it than that, but yes, we're getting them back." "Jackson, Missy," Aimee began, awkwardly, "you know we want to get them back too, but even Captain Appet won't let us go, let alone the people we actually need clearance from." "No, they wouldn't," Jackson agreed, "which is why we're not going to clear it." Before the protests or arguments could start, Jackson had pulled displays up on the screens in the table, historical data from planetary runs. "Do you know why we use a complicated systems of a satellite and drones to run planetaries, instead of just flying through with cruisers?" He asked. "Drones are easier to replace than human life," Li responded, but Jackson shook his head, "If they were worried about human life we would've come up to an alternative to planetary runs altogether. No, the difference is the fuel. Cruisers burn jet fuel, and satflyers use hover thrusters." His squadmates gave him blank looks, and he forced himself to hold back and keep calm. He sometimes forgot how slowly normal brains were at following a path, sometimes you had to spell it out for them. "Back when we used cruisers for planetary runs, according to the records, it took an average of five minutes before winged opposition engaged them. Ever since switching to satflyers, the fastest an air team has been attacked is fifty minutes," he selected numbers, pulling them to the forefront so that his squaddies could follow his train of thought, "this is true even though the satflyers are bigger, slower, and less armed." There were still blank looks, and Jackson clenched his fist. *Don't lose your temper, the subgoal is to get them on your side,* he cautioned himself. "However the Terrans find our aircrews, it's not by sight or radar," he patiently explained, "it's by the fuel traces somehow, or maybe the noise." "That seems like a really inefficient way of finding us. Why wouldn't they just use radar?" Aimee asked "I don't know, but it's clear that they don't. The air team can identify Terran movement on the ground, but on every single planetary that encountered resistance," another data set flitted up onto the screens, "the Terrans on the ground attacked out of sync with their aerial units. As if they have to find the ground team and the air team independently. They can't see us as well as we can see them, that's the only answer that makes sense. Everyone assumes the Terrans have better technology, but what if it's not *better*, it's just *different*?" The room was silent at the suggestion, as his squadmates pondered the question. "Even if that were the case," Li said slowly, "and that's a big fuckin' 'if', by the way...how does that help us get our team off the ground?" Jackson grinned. He was rather proud of this part. "We land on the planet in cruisers." *Blank looks again...* Jackson mentally sighed. "Right, from step one then..." He ran through the plan once more in his head, fine tuning it on the spot before he presented it to his squadmates. "Cynthia fuels and preps four heavy cruisers. Samantha clears them for takeoff," he turned to them, "If you get into hot water later, you can say I manipulated you into doing it. It's on my record that I'm augmented, they'll believe you." "What, you be manipulative to get what you want? Nooo..." Cynthia grinned, absentmindedly rubbing her shoulder where Samantha had left a small bite mark. "Wait, Jackson you're augmented?" Li looked shocked, but Samantha interrupted. "We'll do it, for you Jackson." She may have been hesitant about their relationship at first, but Jackson appreciated her loyalty now that she was committed to him. That was another difference between her and Cynthia; once Samantha decided she was on your side, nothing would get in her way to help you. *Night and day,* he thought affectionately, before re-launching into his explanation. "The four of us squaddies will boost towards the planet in the heavy cruisers. The Orbital might yell at us, but they won't shoot us down. As soon as we hit the fog, we cut engines." "That's insane," Aimee looked incredulous, but Jackson powered through, "By my calculations, we turn the engines back on at about halfway between the fog and the ground and hit the thrusters full blast, pointed down. The fuel vapors won't kick up until we're past the treeline, whatever tech they're using to detect fuel vapors can't find them beneath the treeline. I know this," he held up a hand to stop the interruption he knew was coming, "because the drones use jet fuel, just like the cruisers, and we've never had a planetary in which the Terrans found the drones. Not one. Now, even with the cruisers at full thrust we'll hit the ground pretty hard, but from there we'll be in position to mount a rescue, well supplied and with the element of surprise on our side. The heavy cruisers can accommodate a second passenger, so we'll have enough space to get everyone back off the planet, with a little squeezing. We head back to the orbital at full speed, and a heavy cruiser at top speed can outrun anything the Terrans have ever thrown at us in the past." Jackson stopped, and waited for the objections. He himself had a couple, but he wasn't going to volunteer the information while the others were still on the fence. "I'm in," Missy stated flatly, as he'd known she would. "That's...a really good plan, Jackson," Aimee sounded impressed, "why don't we take that plan to the General? Maybe, if he heard how well you've thought it out, he would okay the mission?" Jackson shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I...don't think that's a good idea," he said. The others looked at him curiously. Jackson had to think about it for a few moments, a few breathing reminders pinged by as he put his words in order. The thought had occurred to him as soon as he'd woken up, his freshly defragged mind making the leaps necessary. Now he had to explain it to normal brains. "The air team wasn't being attacked when it went down. Terran forces didn't attack the ground pod either," he tried laying out his thoughts sequentially, "but we both lost power. There's no common technological link between the two, there's no simple explanation for why they would both fail on the same mission. At least, no explanation for an accidental error." "Are you saying someone sabotaged the planetary?" Missy's eyes were burning, and Jackson was startled at how much venom was in her voice. "Not only that, but someone in the Academy. No one on the ground would risk their own lives like that-" "And one of us wouldn't do that to our squaddies," Aimee interjected, "-right, that too. So assuming someone on the orbital wanted some or all of us to die on this mission, who is able to make that happen?" "Are...are you saying it was one of the scrubs?" Aimee asked uncertainly. Jackson was about to sigh again when Missy's voice, cold and quiet, cut him off. "General Auspus," she said, her voice iced with rage. Jackson nodded, "General Auspus. He had no logical reason for sending us down in the first place, it surprised everyone, Captain Appet included. The sabotage must've been a just-in-case measure. The only problem is that I have no clue why he would want anyone on our squad dead. We're good students, and if he didn't want us here he could just expel us-" "We saw him." Missy's voice was still cold, but there was a dullness there, like an ache in the depths of it, that sent shivers down Jackson's spine. "We saw him, Preston and I did, in a conference room. He was using some kind of tool that was covering him in purple sparks. He told us if we told anyone he would expel us." Tears streamed down Missy's face, and Jackson had no clue how to respond to what she was saying. Instead he turned to the scrubs, who were watching the proceedings silently with wide eyes. "Two of us knowing this almost got all of us killed," he said quietly, but earnestly. Cynthia nodded her understanding, but Samantha looked confused. "Please, for your own safety, don't ever tell anyone about this," Jackson clarified. Samantha's eyes widened even further, but she nodded her understanding. "We'll use your plan then," Li awkwardly patted Missy on the shoulder, and the others murmured agreement. "Good. Let's get some gear together and plan on taking off early tomorrow morning," Jackson stood. "Even after we rescue them, won't we be back in the same position?" Aimee asked tentatively, "won't General Auspus still want to silence us? It would probably be good to have a plan to not die after we rescue everyone." Jackson mentally scrolled down to that very goal, 48657, increasing its priority. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said grimly.

Orbital Academy III -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want a sequel? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- "Four minutes remaining." Missy was sure that the cold robotic voice was speaking directly to her. It didn't matter that she could look to her left or right to see her squaddies climbing the rock wall around her. It didn't matter that the other rookies were sweating, straining, and in pain as they scaled the surface just like she was. No, at this moment as her muscles screamed at her and her vision blurred Missy knew that the cold, metallic voice was aimed solely at her. *One hand up. Look for the hook. Grab. Pull up. One hand up.* She let the mantra repeat in her head, trying to ignore the fact that even the slowest of her fellow squaddies had made it to the top. Her arms stung, trembling whenever she pulled herself higher. The joints in her fingers were on fire. She tried to distract herself by doing the math; she was forced up this wall three days a week, and she had been at the Academy for three weeks. Ten times on this hateful surface. On their first attempt, Captain Appet had assured them all that the course would get easier, that they would soon be able to finish the whole course in the twenty minutes. She told them that someday they would find it easy to run the mile, scale the wall, and make it safely through the attack track to grab one of the nine pendants that hung on hooks at the end of the track. "Three minutes remaining," the emotionless voice droned, as Missy finally reached the top of the climbing wall, pulling herself up inch by agonizing inch until she was resting firmly at the top. Jackson had taken his pendant on his second day on the course. The rest of her squadmates had followed his example, eventually being able to get their pendants within the time limit as well. Boosted by the extra hours of physical training given to anyone who didn't win their pendant, even the weaker members of her squad had started finishing the course in twenty minutes. Missy dragged herself to her feet and began running, each breath burning her lungs. The track loomed in front of her, and she wobbled slightly. The first hurdle sprang, spring-loaded, from the track, and she jumped it purely from muscle memory. She forgot about the second trap, a small laser that slammed into her back after a small audio alarm. It sent her sprawling on her stomach. "One minute remaining." It was possible she missed the two-minute warning, but Missy was willing to believe that the voice was being vindictive, just to her. She wouldn't be able to make it. Her eyes filled with tears as she rolled over onto her back, staring up at the far wall, a row of empty hooks to hold pendants. Blinking away tears, she half-turned to check again, *shouldn't mine still be up there?* "Ten seconds. Nine seconds." As the final time began counting down, Missy's view was obscured by Preston, jogging down his own track. With his pendant already collected, the traps and attacks had been de-activated, and his pace was easy and light. "You look pretty beat," he had stopped next to her, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. Missy tried not to swear, she simply groaned and turned her head away. A small weight fell on her chest, and she looked down to find her pendant, letters glowing in her name around the edge. "Thought you could use a break," Preston somehow managed to act both offhanded and smug at the same time, and jogged off before she had time to respond. "Time over," The robotic voice droned, and for the first time added "No pendants remain." Missy clasped her pendant in her hand, completely confused. *** "I don't know, Missy, it's not like Preston is some monster, incapable of being decent once in a while." Aimee pointed out, as she spooned another bite of protein paste into her mouth and grimaced. "You have to admit, it's out of character for him," Missy spoke lower. She leaned towards her friend, more worried than Aimee that Preston might hear them from the other end of the table, "he's not the kind of person who just does something for nothing." "Well ok, maybe we haven't seen him do something for nothing, but so what? We've known each other for, what, a month?" "Is that really all? It feels like longer." "That's all. For all we know, Preston could have some hidden depths." "No," Missy shook her head, "we know Preston. He did it to get something, or maybe he just wants me to owe him a favor." She was even more sure as she said it out loud, even though Aimee was shaking her head. The more she thought about it, the angrier it made her. *How dare he make that decision for me?* She hadn't asked for his help, and she'd been handling her extra physical training just fine, although if she was being honest with herself, the prospect of her first day without the extra hour of physical training was wonderful. Missy lapsed into silence as she stewed for the entire length of the meal, and continued dwelling on the incident throughout the afternoon. She hated being the "fragile" one in her squad. Aimee had mentioned it before, how Missy's pale skin, tiny stature, and jet black hair made her look like a porcelain doll. In another life, she would've valued her delicate looks, but here it had become her bane. *My squaddies feel sorry for me...my friends feel like they have to carry me...and Preston thinks he can take advantage of me.* By the end of the rookies' final class she had worked herself into a fit of indignation. She stalked into the barracks bristling and ready to take offense at the slightest provocation. Preston was leaning back in a chair, tossing his pendant into the air and catching it again. Jackson and Aimee lay in their respective bunks, reading on their respective tablets. Tess was lounging at the card table in the corner, hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling. Julia and Li had linked their tablets together to play a game. Alex and Marcus were elsewhere, forced to spend their small amount of free time to make up for various failures in training. Missy technically should've been out with them, and she blushed when she realized it. The indignation and resentment that had been boiling inside her burst out before she could stop it. "How dare you!" She shouted, and the entire barracks suddenly went quiet. Her face went hot as the entire room of her squadmates stared, startled and confused. For a moment Missy tried to remember if she had ever raised her voice with her squaddies before. Preston looked the most shocked of all, his head cocked to one side inquisitively, and his look of innocence enraged Missy into continuing at the same volume. "What, am I just some charity case to you, is that it? 'Poor weak blushing Missy'?" she knew she wasn't doing herself favors by flushing, and she blinked away tears as she almost screamed the rest, "you figured you'd better carry me along so I stopped embarrassing the team?" "I'm gonna see if they've got something to snack on in mess," Tess stood suddenly and made her way past Missy, followed awkwardly and silently by Julia and Li. Aimee grabbed Jackson by the wrist as she too left. On her way out she mouthed something at Missy with a pained look, but Missy simply shook her head, too angry to process what her friend was trying to say. Preston was on his feet now, crossing his arms and lifting his chin in a look that was somewhere between confusion, defensiveness, and hostility. "What the fuck are you so mad about?" "You think I'm too weak to take care of myself? Or do you think I owe you now?" Now that Missy was alone with him the situation didn't seem quite so clear cut. The conversation had gone a lot smoother in her head, and she was starting to feel self conscious. "You weren't gonna get the pendant so I got you the pendant, what's the fucking problem?" Preston shot back, "why does it have to be some big deal?" "It is a big deal!" Missy squeaked, regretting the words even as they were leaving her mouth, "Maybe I wanted to get the pendant on my own! Maybe I don't want to be the weak little fragile doll that everyone has to take care of!" "I don't think you're a doll-" "And I don't want you lording it over me, acting like I owe you a favor now!" "Who said anything about a favor?" Preston looked so helpless and frustrated that Missy's anger was starting to fade away. "I just don't want to owe anyone anything," she mumbled, embarrassed and slightly ashamed now that her anger was wearing off. "Ok, you don't owe me anything," Preston placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at her closely, "I told you already, I just did it 'cause you looked like you needed a break." Missy felt awful, and the kind action of the hand on her shoulder was so unlike Preston that she felt even worse. *I wouldn't think he's the type to be kind like this. I would expect him to make some horrible joke about giving him a blowjob to even the scales.* She blushed at the thought, and immediately hated herself for it. *I don't want to be the blushing innocent teammate. Just once, I want to be the smooth girl who's in control.* The thought came to her unbidden; a way to become the smooth woman in control and to not feel beholden to Preston anymore. "Um..can you..." *no, don't ask him to do it, tell him to do it.* "Sit down on the bed there," she commanded. She was already blushing furiously at what she was about to do, but she was also steeling herself up for it. To his credit, Preston had obeyed, sitting on the edge of the nearest bunk and giving her a confused look. That tiny bit of obedience gave Missy a little bit of confidence, and she knelt on her knees beside the bed. She reached forward and hooked two thumbs into his waistband...then stopped. *I can't pull his pants down, he's sitting on them...STUPID* she berated herself. "Stand up again," she ordered. "But you just told me to sit, you're being confusing." Preston was now looking at her so thoroughly puzzled that Missy felt foolish once again. "If you want me to suck your dick then you'll stand up and shut up and I'll be as confusing as I *fucking* want to be." Missy had never in her life said anything so dirty, and she rarely swore, but she was quite pleased at the effect her words had. Preston stood up so fast he cracked his head against the bunk above him, wincing slightly but staying silent. *That's more like it*, she thought with satisfaction, and without another word she reached up and slid his pants down. Missy didn't quite know why she had always assumed Preston had a small penis. Perhaps she just guessed from all of his blustering that he was compensating for something. Whatever the reason, when his member sprang from the fabric of his pants, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't small at all, about the length of her hand from wrist to fingertips. As she gently took his length in one delicate hand, Missy felt a surge of...it wasn't lust exactly, but excitement. He was so hard, just at the *suggestion* of what she was about to do. She looked up at him to see him staring down at her, his green eyes filled with such a ferocious lust that she was taken aback. The look on his face, the man's slavic features full of desire for her, and knowing *she* had done that, brought a grin to Missy's face. *Who's fragile now?* Very deliberately and delicately, Missy flicked her tongue out and slid it in a circle around the head of his cock. She could feel his pulse quicken against her slender fingers as she held him. Sliding those fingers up and down his shaft, she kept on swirling her tongue in circles, combining two motions and hoping it felt as good as she imagined. Preston's hips bucked forward just a tiny bit, as if against his will, and she felt a glow inside her. Missy began licking his member, long strokes of her tongue that slid from his head down his shaft, all the way to the base. The tips of her fingers brushed against his balls as she alternated licking and kissing, never in the same place twice, carefully holding his length exactly where she wanted it. He was breathing so hard, his whole body tense with enjoyment of what she was doing. She felt powerful and more in control that she ever had her entire time at the Academy. The others would be back soon; at the very least she had to worry about schedule bells ringing off the next shift. Missy didn't want the feeling of power to be diminished, she wanted him to remember this. She looked up, trying to catch his eye, but his were closed, his head thrown back. Instead, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth, still twirling her tongue in circles around his head. Preston moaned out loud, and his hands moved to her head, brushing against her scalp and pushing her towards him further. At the same time, his hips thrust forward, pushing himself even further into her mouth. Missy leaned back, smiling at the moan her actions drew from him, and slapped the hands that were on her head. "This is my repayment, no interfering," she ordered. Preston obediently placed his hands behind his back, and again Missy felt the surge of power in the control she had over him. She bathed in his attention, meeting his eyes again as she leaned forward slowly, carefully kissing him on the very tip. *This is...so much more fun than I thought it would be* she thought, watching his lips part as he sucked in a quick breath. She kept on kissing, trying to move so lightly that he could barely feel her lips brushing against sensitive skin. She felt and saw a shiver pass through Preston's body, and decided to finish him off. Missy took a deep breath, and in a quick motion took him in her mouth, grabbing his hips and pulling him forward, deeper, until his entire length was in her mouth and throat. Preston cried out in shock and pleasure, and Missy saw his hands move to grab her head again, but then move back behind his back. She was glad; it was harder than she thought to keep her throat relaxed, and if he had slammed himself forward like he had before, she didn't know if she could keep from gagging. For awhile she continued on like that, first taking him in her mouth as deep as she could, then slowly pulling back, trying to swirl her tongue around to vary the sensations along his cock. After a while she even got the hang of relaxing her throat, and she started increasing the pace of her bobbing, taking her cues from how his hips were moving and bucking. "Fuck that's good Missy" Preston breathed, and his hands moved to her head, but instead of pushing her, his fingers simply stroking her head, brushing against her scalp. His fingers felt surprisingly nice running through her hair, and hearing her name like that felt nice as well; she decided not to move his hands away as she felt his member pulsing against her tongue as he came. Her mouth filled with his salty fluid, and she was relieved to find it wasn't as disgusting tasting as some of her girl friends had told her it would be. Missy looked up, to find Preston fixing her with a look that was halfway between confusion and adoration. She found the look adorable, and she liked the feeling that the adulation in his green eyes was giving her. Leaning back, Missy pulled his pants up over his spent member, and stood, meeting his eyes. Her eyes never leaving his, she swallowed with an exaggerated motion. Preston made a small sound in the back of his throat that might've been an attempt at words, then a second attempt. "What was...why..." he stuttered, and despite herself Missy grinned "Now we're even, favor for favor," she pointed out, "you helped me on the track, and even though it's not what I wanted, you had good intentions. I felt like I owed you one." Feeling more confident than she had since she'd come to the Academy, she twirled on her heel and walked to the door. A thought occurred to her, and she turned at the door to point at him, "But if you grab my pendant again, I'll do something to you that you won't enjoy nearly as much." *** The screaming alarm shook them awake, different in pitch and tone than their normal morning alarm. Missy stumbled out of bed, disoriented, and glanced at the clock above the door. *0132 hours...what on earth?* The lights came on, but a pair of red lights flashed above the door in addition. Adrenaline shot through her, waking her up instantly, and judging from the sudden rush of motion from her squaddies, she wasn't the only one. She jolted into action with them, yanking the next day's uniform from the drawer built into her bunk. The alarm stopped blaring, letting her string actual thoughts together in a tired mind, but red lights continued to flash. The squaddies had awakened enough to begin talking as they pulled on uniforms, grabbing additional gear as they went. "Red priority, shit, I can't remember what that means, which alerts count as red?" Li was asking as he struggled to put both shirt and belt on at the same time. Missy racked her memory, but the alarm codes had seemed so unimportant compared to the other things she had to learn. She listened as well as she pulled her sleepwear off and stumbled into her uniform. "Red is on-board invaders, Drake attacks, structural damage," Alex was rattling off the alerts from the edge of her bed as she slipped boots on, "pretty much anything that threatens to kill people on the Academy itself." Her words did little to reassure Missy. She slid the sealing toggle of her uniform up, and only then realized that her squaddies were giving her strange looks, especially the boys. It suddenly struck her that she had just stripped and changed without a care at all. For the rest of them, it had only taken a week for them to be comfortable changing around each other. For the nine of them to live and train together, constantly change between flightsuits, workout clothes, orbital uniforms, and maintenance gear, privacy was just too much of a hassle. Missy, on the other hand, had gone through the hassle every time; besides Aimee in the showers, none of them had never seen her naked. Even now, realizing that she had just shown everything from her small pale breasts to the neat patch of black hair between her legs, she didn't feel anything like the horrified embarrassment she always assumed she would. Instead, the confidence she had felt twelve hours ago made her look at her past reservations seem silly. *I've had Preston in my mouth, it would be silly to be embarrassed being just as naked as everyone else gets. It's not like they've never seen a nude girl before* With a mental shrug, Missy began slipping on her boots, ignoring the attention she was getting. "What, Preston, no skeezy jokes about Missy's boobs that make us want to punch you?" Jackson joked, clearly trying to lighten the mood in the quiet and tense barracks. He pre-emptively punched Preston playfully in the shoulder. "They're nice," Preston glanced in Missy's direction then back at the belt he was fastening around his waist, "but now's not the time." The attention of the room now turned to Preston, who had earned himself a reputation over the past month as a misogynistic jerk. "Well that's...out of character," Jackson began, clearly echoing the thoughts of the squad that was growing more and more confused, but before he could continue, the door to the barracks slid open and Captain Appet stepped into the room. The whole room seemed to calm when she entered, her gaze sweeping the barracks. "The other newbie squads are all still scrambling. Your response time is roughly the same as the corporals who are responding to the emergency. Well done Rooks." Captain Appet said, a grim satisfaction on her features, "remember that the next time you think I'm going too hard on you. It's working." "We won't be helping?" Missy asked, concerned, "What's going on?" "It's a Drake. Earth class," Captain Appet replied, shortly, "We plan on letting you Rooks handle emergencies that come up, but we can't have you on something this dangerous." The rookies relaxed a little bit, but remained uneasy. The Captain seemed to pick up on their unease, "Relax, the squads we're sending out have dealt with Drakes before, myself included. I won't say this is routine, but we're not anticipating any losses. That said, this will most likely take us all day, so classes are cancelled. Get some sleep, take a day to relax. Everyone except Missy." Missy's stomach dropped as her squadmates turned to look at her. The confidence she had been slowly building since the preceding day seemed to shatter as she quietly asked, "What did I do?" "Nothing too egregious," Captain Appet answered, sternly but not unkindly, "the pendants have fingerprint sensors embedded in them, that tell us which rookie grabbed them. I'll expect you to have a pendant for me by the time I return, and I expect you to get it yourself. No matter how long it takes." With that Captain Appet left, leaving the room full of awkward silence. "I, uh...I guess I owe you a favor now," Preston broke the silence sheepishly, rubbing his neck, "it's only fair, right?" "No," Missy snapped, turning her back to him. Her fists were clenched and she was shaking with embarrassment, "I didn't mind so much when I thought I owed you, but that was the first time I ever-" she broke off as she realized her entire squad was her audience, but she continued angrily "-my favor was way over the top and you know it. So no, right now I don't want any of your favors. But when I do, you owe me way more than just a favor. You'll owe me double...no, triple the favors I did for you." She could feel her face blushing bright red as the quickly hidden smirk on Li's face told her that she wasn't being quite as subtle as she meant. "That's bullshit, I was just trying to help you out," Preston retorted hotly, "you don't have to be a bitch about it." Missy saw out of the corner of her eye that Aimee was about to speak, but she stepped forward and jabbed her finger into Preston's chest. "I know you were," she said, her voice low, "but our entire time here your problem has been not thinking about how your actions affect other people. So I'm going to help you learn that. Every time you're an asshole, you're going to owe me another favor. And I'm going to make sure you pay up. And calling me a bitch makes it five." Without another word Missy spun on her heel and stomped toward the door. "Missy where are you-" Julia started, and Missy snapped an answer before the other girl finished asking, "If I'm going to get a pendant today I might as well get an early start." On her way out the door, Missy heard the room burst into chatter, highlighted with Tess' voice. "Fuck, Preston, how much of a dick do you have to be to get Missy to yell at you?" It was a bruised, sore and tired Missy that returned to the barracks, just after lunchtime. Her legs screamed with each step she took, and she could feel her pulse pounding in her head, the baseline to the raging headache she was nursing. She dragged her feet and absentmindedly ran a hand along her bruised left arm, but clutched in her hand was a sweaty pendant, and she felt a kind of fierce pride. The barracks were empty except for Preston, lounging on his bunk. The room was dim when she entered, lit only by the lights over each individual bunk and the screen Preston seemed to be reading from, and he looked up when she entered. "I told them we should keep the barracks dark when you got back, that you'd probably want to sleep," he said, setting the screen aside. "I do," Missy groaned, wincing as she slumped into her bed, "every muscle I have hurts." He was watching her cautiously, like she was a dog that might bite him, and she smiled tiredly, "and that was...quite nice of you. Thank you Preston." "Yea, whatever," Preston said awkwardly, "oh, and um...I know you'll be hurting too much to want those..uh..'favors' you mentioned," he shifted uncomfortably, not meeting her gaze, "but when you do, I uh, got this." He pulled a small cylinder from beneath his pillow. Missy sat up on one elbow, examining the item. It was a few inches long, with two tiny golden nubs on one side and a white button at its base. "What is it?" She asked, curious in spite of the soreness in the arm that she leaned on. "I spent two weeks of luxury resource tokens on it," Preston replied, still not looking at her, "It's a VTM." Missy gave him a blank look, and he clarified, "a ventral tegmentum manipulator." It wasn't that she wasn't impressed that he had gone to such lengths for her, but she was too tired to attempt to figure out what a ventral tegmentum was. "What is it?" She repeated "It's a...a relaxation and stress reduction tool" "What is-" "It's a sex toy." Missy stared at Preston's face for what felt like minutes, and then burst into a fit of giggles. "It's not funny!" Preston's face flushed, but his look of injured bewilderment only made Missy laugh harder. The whole thing was just so ridiculous; Preston, the very picture of alpha male swaggering, worried enough about fulfilling his 'favors' that he had spent their only tradeable commodity on a toy to make sure she was satisfied. It was so ridiculous, and in an odd way so strangely sweet that Missy felt bad for laughing at him, but the entire scene seemed too surreal for her exhausted mind to handle. She lay there exhausted, trying to stop the giggling, and Preston stood awkwardly with a toy in his hand, trying to bluster but coming off confused and embarrassed. She curled up as the laughing hurt her aching body, but it felt good to laugh. Preston stepped forward angrily, and pressed the golden nodes of the cylinder against the strip of bare skin between her boot and the leg of her pants. When her entire body clenched, every muscle suddenly tense, Missy thought he had tranquilized her. Her body started quivering, and then suddenly she felt like she was on fire with pleasure. She sucked in a sharp breath as her back arched, her fingers clawed at the sheets. It took her long, fiery seconds to even realize she was having an orgasm, but the word itself didn't seem to explain the chords of pleasure that were singing through her body. Preston pulled the cylinder away, and Missy collapsed onto the bed. The few seconds of contact had been enough for her to break into a sweat, and she was panting. It took a moment for her to pull herself together, to think about anything but the shivers that were still twitching in her lower spine and legs. The soreness that had permeated her body a few moments ago now felt more like the pleasant ache of a morning stretch. "What...was that?" She finally managed to gasp, and Preston gave a look not unlike a petulant smile. "Not laughing now are you?" He said, and he pressed the gold studs into her ankle again. Missy's legs spasmed, and she fell backwards into bed as the next orgasm hit her. It felt good, amazingly good, but knowing what to expect made it easier to think this time. There was a nervous flutter of fear that tainted each wave of pleasure, of worry. She knew Preston had been trying to be kind, and she knew she shouldn't have laughed at him, but was he getting some kind of vindictive kick out of this? Her stomach clenched and her breathing quickened, and she wanted to succumb to the pleasure that was pulling on every muscle inside her, but she was frightened of the way Preston was standing over her. "Preston, stop, please stop," she gasped, as soon as she was able to speak through the disorienting feelings of heat and wetness between her legs. To her surprise, Preston stopped immediately, stepping back and waiting for her to catch her breath. Grateful for the reprieve, she let her head flop down on her pillow, not caring that her sweat-drenched hair would leave a damp spot. "You stopped..." she said, uncertainty making it sound like a question. The surprise must've shown on her face, because Preston tilted his head, smiling like she'd made a joke. "Well yea you asked me to," he replied, "what did you think I wasn't going to stop?" The silence stretched between them, and as it continued the smile slowly slipped off of his face. "You thought I wasn't going to stop?" Missy wasn't entirely sure what to say. She had in fact thought that he wasn't going to stop, but she wasn't sure she wanted to admit the fact to him after seeing the horror on his face. Her silence was admission enough on its own, and Preston took a step back. "The fuck...is that really what you think of me? What you all think of me?" "I don't know..." Missy half shrugged, "you always come off as such a...well a giant douchebag, really. I thought you knew that." Preston was slowly shaking his head, "I knew people thought I was a jerk...I know I can come off that way sometimes...but I didn't know you think I'm the kind of person who would do that." He was sitting on his bed staring off into space, as if he was in shock. He looked so vulnerable, sitting there with that lost look on his face, that Missy's heart seemed to melt. "Hey," she stood, then almost collapsed as she put her weight on legs that were still shaky and weak, "look, you may come off that way, but that doesn't mean you can't change." "I wouldn't even know how. I wouldn't know what to do!" he suddenly looked up, "wait, you could help." "Me? What could I do?" "Well you managed to tell me what I was doing wrong. Twice. Plus you did it in a way that'll stick in my memory," he half smiled, and for an instant the old confident Preston was back, but he then slumped, "no one's ever called me out like that. I thought it was because I was cool...but maybe no one cared enough to correct me? But you're different." "What's so special about me?" Missy leaned against the bed next to him, awkwardly putting a hand on his shoulder because she had no idea what else to do. "I don't know," Preston shrugged, "You're fun to hang out with. And you call me on my shit. And you're good with your mouth. I want to hang out with you all the time." "Plus the stuff with my mouth, you want that all the time too" Missy smiled. He half-grinned in response, and didn't deny it. "Preston," she fixed him with a quizzical look, "did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?" "What? No." Preston shook his head emphatically, "I just want to hang out and screw you and spend time with you..." he trailed off, "...so I guess, yea, kinda. I just don't like the word 'girlfriend', it sounds so committed..." Missy started giggling again, and the blush creeping up Preston's cheeks made her giggle even harder. The giggling fit on her already shaky legs was too much, and she slipped to the ground, helplessly laughing and looking at him through tears in her eyes. Preston looked half embarrassed, half amused back down at her. "Stop laughing," he grumbled, abashed "or you'll get another hit of the VTM." Missy's giggling fit calmed down, but the smile on her face didn't leave. "Three hits," she said. "What?" "You still owe me three," Missy stretched out an arm, presenting her bare wrist to him from the floor, "and you wouldn't want to break the deal you made with your girlfriend would yo-" her taunting was cut short as Preston pressed the VTM against her wrist, reaching out and gently holding her arm so that the contact wouldn't be broken. The third orgasm seemed to tear through her, and she gasped and moaned as her entire body tingled and then released. She couldn't process a thing beyond the prickling across her skin, beyond how wet she was, beyond how much she wanted these feelings to never, ever stop. When Preston pulled the VTM away, she moaned in disappointment, her hips lifting from the ground in useless protest. "More," she breathed, arching her back on the ground, "I want more." Her body was drenched in sweat, and the work-out suit she was wearing seemed far too constrictive and hot. Missy slid the shirt over her head, gasping as the cool air flowed across her skin. The touch of the air alone was enough to send shivers down her spine; it felt as if she could feel each air current that ran across the skin of her stomach, against her pale breasts. Preston seemed fixated by the sight of the girl at his feet, topless and squirming with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "Preston, more," she demanded, snapping him out of it, and with a wicked grin Preston leaned down, and pressed the golden studs directly against her hard pink nipple. Missy clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream, as she ground her legs together and her mind caught on fire. Her entire body ached, her pussy ached, her skin ached, and she shook with the pure intensity of the feeling. She couldn't hold on to any thought but to pull herself closer to the man that was causing her such feelings. She came down from the high of her fourth orgasm and slumped to the floor, her muscles releasing the tension of weeks as she lay there, spent. The room seemed to swim for a moment, but eventually Missy's surroundings slowly slid back into focus. Preston was leaning over her, beaming. A grin to match his own spread across her face, and she reached out to run a finger over his ankle, the only thing she could reach without lifting her arm. "You about done there?" Preston asked teasingly. Missy glanced down at herself. Her pale skin was shimmering, and she had soaked through her underwear and left a damp patch on her work-out pants between her legs. Although she could barely lift her head, she gave a shy smile in response. "One more?" She asked. "It's potentially addictive, so it's limited," Preston replied, "only five charges a month. I figure I'll save the last one for some time I need to shut you up with an orgasm." "Aw, so I don't get my last one until you need to shut me up? Well, okay," Missy said innocently, then took a deep breath and started shouting, "PRESTON'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND! PRESTON'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" The last charge through the golden studs were applied on her stomach, halfway between her belly button and the waist of her pants. It seemed to tie her entire body together, every nerve alight. Missy felt each muscle she had; the orgasm wasn't just flowing through her between her legs where she wanted it, but in her legs, in her breasts, in her fingers, every centimeter of her given over to it. Each movement rubbed her soaked underwear against her already sensitive clit and lips, and she ground her legs together to send shockwaves through her hips as she came. Her entire body was utterly spent when the orgasm finally stopped. She was vaguely aware that Preston was lifting her into her bed, and she smiled at the feeling of his arms around her; strong and snug. She barely felt him covering her with her blanket, but she did register the surprising amount of tenderness. "Preston's got a girlfriend," she mumbled in a singsong voice, with a smile, closing her eyes. "Yea yea, shut up," Preston replied, and the lights in the room flickered out. As she drifted off into an exhausted sleep, she heard him add "I guess no one told me having a girlfriend would be so much fun."

Orbital Academy II -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want a sequel? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- Every night before bed, Aimee set a personal alarm for a half-hour before her squadmates woke up. The plan was always to enjoy a quiet hour to herself, a respite from the busy schedule that ruled her life these days. Unfortunately for Aimee, every morning she would sleepily cancel the alarm as soon as it went off, so in practice she tended to be woken by the same alarm that shrieked the other rookies out of bed. She spit a swear word as her feet hit the cold tile of the barracks floor, and she wasn't the only one, as the rest of her squadmates dragged themselves from their beds and into the cold air. Samantha, sleeping across from Aimee, broke into a run as soon as she disentangled from her covers, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, yelling "First for showers! Dibs!" Aimee smiled, pulling her blankets around her like a makeshift cloak. "More time for us to get warm," she muttered sleepily to no one in particular. The Academy orbital station had many luxuries that the smaller civilian stations did not, but it didn't have the energy to waste on extra water or heating. The barracks was kept just warm enough to be livable, and its' two-unit shower only had the water for nine showers of exactly fifteen minutes each. Though the squaddies tried not to go over their time, the final two always had less water than everyone else. Aimee looked at the bunk next to her; Marcus still curled in a ball, and Li in the bunk above, awake but clearly not going anywhere. She cuddled into her blanket, confident that she wouldn't be last. Missy was already stripping off her loose longsleeved shirt by the time Aimee reached the shower, and she blushed and covered her breasts with an arm as Aimee came in. "Not looking, don't worry," Aimee smiled and resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she turned her back on her squadmate, "but you know...we're all gonna be on the same squad for a year. After that, we'll probably end up on squads together on and off for the rest of our career. I don't think there's much of a point being shy around your squaddies. 'Specially us other girls." She tried to put it delicately, but as she shimmied out of her own white sleep clothes she could picture the furious blush that was probably creeping across Missy's face. "I...I dunno," Missy stammered, "This seems to have been working so far." Aimee did roll her eyes at that, but kept her back to the other girl as she stepped under the showerhead and powered it on. "Sure, maybe for the last week," she breathed a sigh of contentment as the showerhead read her body signature and warmed the water to her preferred temperature in an instant, dousing her in water so hot it bathed her in steam. "But there's gonna come a day in the next five years where I might not be the one showering with you, and who knows if the other girls'll be ok with this whole 'don't look to the left' thing. Or one of the guys," she added slyly, for the sole purpose of the squeak of shock that came from Missy. "They wouldn't make us shower with one of the boys would they? Is that even legal?" Aimee grinned at Missy's suddenly high-pitched voice. "They so can't do that! They couldn't force us to be that...that intimate!" Missy was starting to splutter with a mix of indignation and panic, and she didn't seem to notice that Aimee had turned towards the frosted glass that separated them until she spoke. "Missy. Look at me," Aimee tried to convey reassurance and calm, "Nobody's going to make you do anything. You don't come from an Academy family, so you don't 'get' it...but your squad in the Academy, you grow so close to them that there's nothing hidden anymore. The nine of us are going to end up closer than siblings, closer than spouses. Maybe not this week, or even this year, but by the time we hit our second or third planetary mission? Or our fifth year together? There's not gonna be any secrets between any of us." "Really?" Missy's body language was the picture of uncertainty, but at least she wasn't blushing as far as Aimee could tell, "I just can't picture that amount of closeness with someone you aren't married to." "Are you kidding?" Aimee turned back to the shower, flipping on the sonic cleanser and relaxing as the invisible sound waves destroyed particles of dirt and sweat from her skin, "my dad has this squaddie named Sara who comes around for dinner three or four times a week. We moved to the city so they could be close, that's how much they mean to each other. My mom knows that she's not gonna compete with that. Not that my dad doesn't love my mom, he'd die for her, but..." she shrugged, "it's impossible to break that connection between squaddies, you know? It's one of the things you accept when you marry an Academy grad. My dad might take a bullet for my mom, but Sara actually *has* taken a bullet for him." Aimee could see Missy taking her words in, lost in thought, as she flicked on her own showerhead's sonic cleanser. She took the opportunity to give Missy a glance up and down through the separator. She was a very pale girl, Aimee noted, her faintly pink skin a stark contrast to Aimee's own caramel brown. Not that that was the only difference between them. While Aimee preferred to keep her jet black hair up in a ponytail at almost all times, Missy's curly brown locks fell in ringlets around her face. Aimee was taller, her shoulders more squared and her hips wide, while Missy's figure was diminutive and petite. Missy noticed Aimee looking at her, and covered herself up with an arm again. "What?" "You're just so porcelain cute it's disgusting," Aimee responded with a grin "What? I am not!" "You are. You're like a fuckin' china doll. It's ok, people like that whole girly look." Missy opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of voices just past the door interrupted them. Aimee glanced at the timer on the wall as Missy quickly stepped from the shower to the evaporator; their fifteen minutes were up. She half-sighed, half-swore under her breath. Missy, wreathed in steam from the water droplets instantly evaporating from her skin, managed to slip her robe around herself before Li and Marcus came in, but Aimee stayed under the hot stream of water. "It's so freaking cold out there and I'm so comfortable," she managed to plead and snarl at the same time, "I will give one of you an entire week's dessert vouchers if you let me take your shower time." Li was already shrugging out of his sleep gear, his eyes travelling up and down Aimee's body as he did so. She returned the glance unabashedly. Pre-Academy physical training had turned the skinny boy into quite a muscular man. Aimee's eyes roved across his olive skin, noting that it contrasted nicely with his black hair. He was just a few inches taller than her, and when her eyes finally met his a shiver ran down her spine. "Eh, not a huge fan of dessert," he smiled. Marcus was giving her an appreciative glance as well, but he seemed much more interested in getting into the warm water himself; he slipped out of his clothes and under the unoccupied shower in the space of a few seconds. Missy had already left the room, wrapped in her robe but still shivering. "You suck, I hate you, I'm cold," Aimee complained, stepping out of the water and instantly regretted it as goosebumps rose on her shivering skin. "Well I didn't say we couldn't work something out..there's no way I'm giving up my time, but we can share," Li wiggled his eyebrows at her with an exaggerated lewd expression, grinning as he stepped into the recently vacated shower. "I know you're joking, but *fuck* it's cold," Aimee wavered for about half a second, then stepped under the warm water with him, turning her back on his look of surprise.. "I should make stupid jokes more often," he chuckled, and he was close enough that she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. Even though she was no longer cold, the goosebumps stayed raised. "You can look but no touching," she said over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out. Li shrugged agreeably, "worth a little less space in the shower" he replied. The showerhead registered both of their body signatures and adjusted the temperature to an average of their preferences, raising the heat just a bit. "Ooooh my gooood" Aimee moaned out loud, as the heat and steam seemed to melt her strained muscles. As soon as she moaned she felt Li's member harden and press into her rear. "Hey there," she giggled, "I said no touching didn't I?" "What?" Li's voice was defensive, "There's not a lot of room for two people in here." "Well then maybe you shouldn't be swinging that thing around," Aimee smiled. Though she loved giving Li a hard time, she actually didn't mind the feeling against her bottom, warm and firm and slick with water, "maybe you should take care of that some time." "I wish," Li pulled his hips away, out of the water. Aimee felt slightly disappointed as warmth left and Li continued, "There's never enough time." "Ugh, tell me about it," Aimee agreed, "let alone enough privacy. It gets freaking frustrating, I feel like there's constantly a fire between my legs." "...you did that on purpose," Li complained, as his member pressed against her again, and she grinned. "Maybe. Maybe I like the warmth." "That's not a very nice thing to do when we've already established I can't jerk off around the other guys." "And the other guys appreciate that, believe me." Marcus broke in. "Well if we can't take care of ourselves, isn't that all the more reason to be nice to each other?" Aimee started slowly shifting her ass, taking advantage of the slickness to slide it up and down his length. Li sucked in a breath, and although he didn't say anything, she could tell from the slight trembling that he was stopping himself from pushing forward. "...and I can be very nice when I want to be," she added softly, shooting a suggestive look over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. "Oh come on! How is that any better?" Marcus complained from the next shower over, "I'm standing *right here*." "Your own fault for listening," Aimee laughed, but her conversation with Missy weighed on her. Much as it would be nice to scratch an itch that had been plaguing her for a week, It wasn't worth introducing tension into the squad, "it's fine, you've got a point. No being nice for an audience then." Li's disappointment was almost palpable, "Cockblocked by my own squadmate!" he groaned, half-serious, and leaned back, away from her. Stealing a glance at Marcus to make sure his back was still turned, Aimee stepped back as well, grinding her butt into Li, trapping his shaft between his stomach and her ass. "So are either of you finding it as rough to adjust as I am?" She asked, keeping the conversation going so that Marcus wouldn't look over his shoulder and note how close they were behind the frosted glass. "Oh you know, same as for everyone else in the squad I guess," Aimee was glad Marcus answered; Li's breathing was coming out in shallow pants as she ground against him, trapping his member between her butt cheeks and working them up and down. "It takes a lot of adjustment to get used to such a harsh schedule...but there's the luxuries too, the benefits of living on a better supplied orbital station." "Yea, I don't miss living on a civilian orbital, that's true. Worse food, less space, fewer amazing showers," Aimee enjoyed how casual and level she was able to keep her voice as she began moving her hips in circles, sliding smooth skin across Li's head as she moved up and down, from side to side, "and I think it's also helpful to have each other for support." "I agree, it's good to have squaddies to lean on." Marcus replied, then added after a moment "even the perverted ones." Aimee turned sharply to look at the divider, but Marcus' back was still to the glass, apparently oblivious. Li was thrusting against her now, all attempts at subtlety forgotten as he responded to her rubbing. The combination of friction and slickness was turning Aimee on, but even better was Li's clear desire for her. When he grabbed her hips, nails digging into sensitive skin as if he couldn't help himself, Aimee almost came, even though he hadn't yet touched her where she wanted it most. The timers above them made a small pinging noise, and the water cut off. Aimee bit her lip hard to keep from whimpering as the two of them separated, both breathing heavily and nowhere near satisfied. "Ooh, tough luck you two," Marcus grinned, stepping out of his shower, "gotta suck getting interrupted like that." "Interrupted doing what?" Aimee's face grew hot, but she grinned in spite of herself, "we were just having a conversation!" "Yea, well, I feel bad for you," he chuckled, stepping into the evaporator. "Any conversation that has you both panting and gasping like that probably won't be fun to have stuck in your heads all day." Aimee's grin slowly dropped from her face as she was suddenly very aware of the burning hunger between her legs. "Son of a bitch" she growled. "Jeez Aim, if I'd known you were whoring yourself out for some shower time, I'd've offered you mine," Preston joked as Marcus, Li, and Aimee re-entered the barracks. "It's funny that 15 minutes of shower time is all you think your dick is worth" Aimee replied. For some reason Preston's lascivious humor never seemed as cute as Marcus or Li's. Maybe because even though his words were lighthearted, it sometimes felt as if he weren't joking. "She didn't whore herself, nothing happened," Li pulled on his uniform as he spoke; Aimee was surprised at the disappointment she felt watching his skinny but muscled chest being hidden by its crisp grey lines, "we just shared a shower, Marcus can testify." "Marcus is staying completely out of this one," Marcus was already dressed and checking the screen by his bunk for new updates, "whatever sordid and X-rated things happened in that shower, it's between the two of them." "It's ok Li, you don't need to defend me," Aimee finished dressing and rose from her bunk, "if Preston thinks I'd do something just for a few minutes longer in the showers, nothing's going to change his opinion of me." She layered the guilt on a little heavily, but Preston's joke had uncharacteristically bothered her. To his credit, Preston looked a little ashamed of himself at her words. "Aw I was just poking fun, I didn't actually mean it," he muttered, a little sheepishly. Aimee made a mental note to stick to her own allotted shower time from now on. "Tactical III: Squad Maneuvers" was an optional class, which meant only about a quarter of the rookies in Aimee's year had signed up for it. Unfortunately for her and her squadmates, their instructor Captain Appet was dedicated to holding her squad to the highest of standards. For the four boys and five girls that made up her squad, the class was mandatory, making them the only rookie squad with every member signed up for the class. On the plus side, this meant they had an entire class session to themselves, twice a week. The rookies were seated now around the large circular table, the wide space in the middle of the table projecting a holographic sphere as its standby screen. Captain Appet and Tactics Instructor Yidra sat together on the far side of the table from the door as the squad filed in. Aimee sat a few seats down from the pair, and smiled when Missy took the one next to her; she was glad their conversation hadn't frightened the shy girl off. Preston took a seat on her other side, and after a moment Aimee turned to give him a smile as well. No matter how much he irked her, they would be squaddies. Love or hate him, he would eventually be closer than a brother to her, so she might as well make an effort. Marcus sat on Preston's other side, next to the Captain. Two other girls, Alex and Julia, sat on Missy's other side, followed by Li directly across from Aimee, Jackson, and Tess. "Welcome, Rooks," Captain Appet began, and Aimee's eyes narrowed. When the Captain was in a good enough mood to use nicknames, it meant either she was about to go very easy or very hard on them. "Today we're going to skip the theory and get down to the practical; we're going to set up a ten-way virtual squadron battle." As she spoke, Yidra had been fiddling with the virtual keyboard in front of him. As the Captain spoke, lights began to form above the table's surface; holographic fleets of spheres, in ten different colors. At the same time, a virtual keyboard glowed in front of each of the rookies and Captain Appet, their colors matching the spheres. "The keyboards will send orders to the holographic drones," Captain Appet explained, typing a few symbols and sending a green sphere plunging towards the table, then slowly raising up again, "we've scaled the size down quite a bit of course, but otherwise the holograms will respond and behave exactly the same as a real drone on a planetary run. Yidra is going to be taking notes on your tactics, which he'll share with all of you via the squad forum this evening." Aimee experimentally keyed in a few of the controls, testing the movement, figuring out how to send orders to multiple drones at once. From the bobbing and rotating of some of the other colors, she could see some of the quicker squaddies had the same idea. Captain Appet continued. "Now in real life these drones are bloody expensive, so to simulate the pain and loss you'd feel wasting money, the last person with drones remaining will get a full week of dessert vouchers...taken from the first person to lose all of their drones. Start!" In the space of twenty seconds, Aimee learned more about her squadmates as she had in the entire past week. Each swarm of drones separated into their colors and began moving tactically, and she was glad to notice that all of them moved with purpose. She would rather have a clever squadmate when the real action came, even if that made it harder to win this particular battle. Fifteen drones in red, lavender, and yellow immediately swarmed toward the middle of the table; Jackson, Preston, and Julia all had the idea to take control of the battlefield right from the start. *Aggressive, reckless...but really good for them if they can pull it off,* Aimee thought, drawing her drones back and low, keeping them out of the way and simply watching the conflict. Most of the others were playing it cautiously as well, spreading to give themselves coverage but not coming within range of any of the others until they could tell how the battle in the middle played out. The purple drones that belonged to Marcus were cautiously approaching the center, clearly planning to take advantage of the fight to score shots against the occupied forces, but his movements left his entire flank wide open to Captain Appet's drones. With a few easy keystrokes the Captain's drones speared forward viciously, splitting Marcus' forces in half and wiping them out with miniature holographic explosions while only losing a single one of her own. "What the hell!" Marcus spluttered, the light from his keyboard slowly going out in front of him, "I figured you'd wait until I did a little damage to them!" "Why wait?" Captain Appet laughed, pulling her drones back to a safe position, "What, did you think I was going to go easy on you Marcus?" "No, I just..." Marcus frowned and folded his arms, trailing off. "Well, you saved me from giving up my desserts at least," Julia sighed, as her final yellow ship burst into holographic fragments, "so thanks for um...trying to screw me over I guess," she winked. "Yea, yea," Marcus muttered, but he half-smiled back as he watched the rest of the battle play out. Jackson muttered a curse under his breath as the final red drone winked out as well. Preston's victory over the middle placed him in an advantageous position over everyone else, but the fighting had only left him with one drone; with no backup it was exposing its vulnerable rear no matter which way it pointed. "Aaah shit, I didn't think this one through," Preston chuckled, rotating the lavender drone in circles so that whoever made the first move would at least suffer a little damage. Aimee considered making a move for the middle, but she knew the second she moved that one of the remaining five would make her pay for it. While she wavered back and forth, Missy made her move. It happened suddenly and smoothly; the pink drones moving so close to the surface of the table that it looked as if they were skating on the surface itself. They were spread out far enough and moving fast enough that none of them made a particularly good target, and before anyone could decide on an action she had all five skitting across the table taking shots from below at everyone's drones. It didn't take long for the remaining drones to raise high enough from the table to get out of her range, but she had managed in less than a minute to destroy several, one of Aimee's included. "Now look at what you've done Cap," Alex joked, pulling her two remaining drones high only to lose them both to Captain Appet's waiting forces, "You've turned our sweet innocent Missy into a reckless monster!" The slow-mounting pressure at the table broke as everyone broke into chuckles, and Aimee hadn't realized how tense her hands had been until the tension was released. Even Missy laughed, although she stopped when the Captain's drones swooped down, capitalizing on the pink drones' low altitude by firing shots that nudged them down into the surface of the table, exploding into pink light. Aimee had been trying to play relatively defensively, keeping her drones in a group and firing en mass to drive off any drones that got close. It had worked well for her so far, and she was feeling good about her three remaining drones, the same number as Captain Appet had, until she glanced across the table. Five blue spheres of light hovered in front of Li's face, and he was grinning at her. "You're not even trying!" Aimee accused, and his grin only widened. "I already told you, I'm not a huge fan of desserts," he said, picking off the last of Tess' gray holographs. He shrugged, maneuvering his drones to carefully hover just out of range of danger, "plus it seems to be working out for me." "Okay, okay fine, what *are* you a huge fan of?" Aimee asked through her teeth, "Because full disclosure; I can't tell you how much I want to wipe that dumb grin off your face right now." Li didn't answer for a moment, carefully darting his drones back as Captain Appet feinted forward, trying to make him attack. "I'll tell you what," he finally said, his grin becoming a little more sly, "if I beat you, we finish the conversation we were having this morning." Marcus leaned his head back and laughed, while the other squaddies looked back and forth between the them, confused. Aimee's eyes narrowed, an expression of grim determination spreading on her face. "Alright asshole," she replied, "and *when* I win, we still finish the conversation, but I'm the only one who's allowed to...um...'talk'". "Deal." "Hold on," Captain Appet looked vaguely amused...*does she know what we're talking about?* Aimee wondered, embarrassed, "I'm still in this fight too, what do I get if I win?" the Captain finished, a grin on her face. *Well I guess that answers that. The Captain wouldn't joke like that.* Aimee and Li's eyes met across the table, and by unspoken agreement both swarms of drones moved at almost the same time. The Captain's drones didn't stand a chance as the two swarms pinned them on both sides, sending a spray of white holographic sparks as her drones were obliterated. While the Captain simply laughed, Aimee and Li immediately tried to press the advantage against each other, drones darting and wheeling aggressively. Though she wished it was due to confident skill and easy multitasking ability, Aimee had to admit as Li's final drone exploded that it was probably due more to luck than anything. Her squaddies cheered as Li bowed his head in acknowledgment; he was still grinning, but somehow Aimee didn't mind it so much anymore. "Alright, good class everyone," Captain Appet clapped her hands together to gain their attention, "this simulation will be available at all hours, just sign in. This is training for actual maneuvers we'll be running as a team, so I can't stress how important it is to get comfortable with these controls. From here on out I'll be requiring at least five games a week from each of you, either on your own or in groups. That said, I'm requiring a two-to-one win ratio for each of you, so you'll have to play on your own at least some of the time. The computer will play AI drones if you're on your own, and it'll track your stats as well. Okay, we wrapped that up a little early, so enjoy the free time before breakfast. See you in the mess hall." The rookies slowly dispersed from the room, chatting back and forth, leaving in groups of two or three. After Ydrida jotted down the last of his notes, he left as well, mumbling something about "excellent battlefield control". Eventually only Aimee and Li were left, a half smile on his face, a smug grin on hers. The room was quiet as the chatter drifted down the hallway outside, and the door slid closed behind them. "I'd just like you to know," Li broke the silence, "that after the shower this morning, you being the only one to finish now is exceptionally cruel." He stood and slowly walked around the table towards Aimee as he continued, "in fact I think there are some Academy laws against torture that this bet is about to violate." "Aaw, I didn't even think about how rough this would be for you..." Aimee's triumphant smile gave way to a look of concern, "now I feel bad" "You do? Really?" "Absolutely!" Aimee struggled, keeping the concerned look up until the last moment, "I guess I really don't know what it feels like to lose so so badly, it's hard for me to think of how that must feel." There was a pause as they stared at each other, him in stunned silence, her with the smug grin back and plastered on her face. "...you're a real bitch sometimes Aim, you know that?" Li asked, but his grin was so wide it matched hers. "Yep!" Aimee agreed cheerfully, "but I'm a bitch who's about to have a tongue between her legs." She leaned back and gestured downwards imperiously, clearly enjoying herself. Li made a face at her. Leaning over the keyboard in front of her, he hit the sequence of buttons Captain Appet had indicated. Aimee's eyes widened. "Oh no!" He said in apparent shock, as holographic drones rose from the table, "It looks like I just accidentally started a new game for you!" "You asshole!" Aimee shouted, lunging forward to punch at keys. Li was kneeling at the foot of her chair, still chuckling, "Oh dear! I hope nothing happens to distract you! It'd be a shame to lose and have to add more simulations to your schedule..." His hands moved to the waist of Aimee's pants and unsnapped the fastener at her waist. "OK..." Aimee gritted her teeth, pressing keys that arranged her drones in a small circle while she counted the white AI drones that circled around the table's surface. "Okay, you want to play, Li? Fine. I think there's something you should be doing with your tongue instead of mouthing off." Lifting her ass to let him pull her uniform pants down, Aimee focused on the simulation. As soon as she felt his tongue on her, Aimee knew she was in serious trouble. He hadn't dove right in, instead simply flicking the very tip of his tongue across her mound, running it through the dark bush she kept neatly trimmed. "How neat and tidy," Li murmured, and she could feel a pressure beginning to build inside of her, "I never really appreciate the attention to detail until I'm close enough to...well, appreciate it." His mouth was so close to her skin, but he wasn't touching her, just speaking, and she could feel his warm breath across places that she ached to have touched. "Still mouthing off, you really just don't know how to shut up, do you?" Aimee almost didn't notice when the computer's drones started moving, swarming forward aggressively. As it was she almost wasn't able to dodge their very first attack. *My reflexes are slow, damnit this isn't good.* Li could feel it too, the way her body tensed as she tried to focus on keying in commands. "Uh-oh," even though she couldn't see his face, Aimee could tell that he was grinning, "I'm not taking your attention away from anything, am I?" "Nope, not really," Aimee responded, gritting her teeth against the warring feelings of the warmth inside of her and the warmth coming from the man on his knees in front of her, "as a matter of fact, your annoying smugness is only spurring me on towards victory." She was trying to make it true, organizing her drones in a loose pattern that would let her stay defensive if she lost focus for a few moments. "Oh, is that a fact?" Li sounded like he was enjoying himself, "well let's see how long that lasts." Aimee opened her mouth to snap back a response, but Li suddenly *licked*, sliding the entire length of his tongue up across her clit, and it was all that she could manage to not make a noise. *Yep, definitely in trouble.* The AI drones were moving again, and belatedly Aimee moved her own in response. As she tried with all of her might to focus on the game in front of her, Li was showing similar focus. His tongue moved in slow, smooth yet unpredictable motions. Just when she thought she could follow the pattern enough to tune it out, he changed it. One moment he would be plunging his tongue inside of her, pausing only long enough to feel her quivering, and the next he would be flicking it lightly across her skin, not touching the most sensitive areas, barely making contact at all. As amazing as his tongue felt inside and on her, Aimee was taking deep breaths. Aside from involuntarily squirming when he happened to hit *just* the right spot, she was surprised at how much she could focus and calm herself. Her fingers were flying across the keyboard to deal with the strategies the computer was throwing at her, sending drones circling and spinning with her intuition. She had already managed to whittle them down to half their number, and she hadn't given Li the satisfaction of hearing her moan *once*. "Huh, looks like even with everything stacked against me, I'm *still* managing to win," she commented lightly, half smiling when Li looked up at her. His eyes, a light brown that was almost gold, met hers as he started flicking his tongue directly against her clit, without stopping, without mercy. Aimee almost lost both her train of thought and control of her drones. With a conscious effort she pulled her focus back to her taunting, "It's probably pretty embarrassing for you, me being so good at tactics that I can win even with you down there." Without any warning, in one fluid motion, Li slid two fingers inside of her, pressing her G-spot at the same time he pressed against her clit with his tongue. "Fuck!" Aimee gasped, her entire body tensing and twitching with the sudden unexpected pleasure that shot from his fingers all the way up her spine. Her hands clenched and she involuntarily dragged them across the keyboard, sending half of her drones crashing into the table and exploding. "Oh I'm sorry, you were saying something?" Li looked up innocently, while at the same time making small circles inside of her with his fingers. "Fuck fuck fuck," Aimee didn't know if she was swearing at him, at the loss of her drones, or at the shocks of bliss building up between her legs. Probably a bit of all three. She could barely form a conscious thought in her head as he went back to licking, now sliding his fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her hands went back to the keyboard, and with what little focus she could muster she looked at the lights that seemed to be spinning on the table. Her fingers seemed to fly of their own accord, sending the pink points of light flying in response. "Not yet, not ye-et," she panted, trying with everything she had to ignore how wet she was, how weak her legs were, how much she wanted to let herself go and release the sexual pressure that was so real she could feel it in her skin. She distracted herself with the game, spinning the lone drone in her control across the table, playing with a frenzy she didn't realize she had. The last AI drone exploded, and a half second later Aimee let herself go. Her legs had somehow gotten wrapped around Li, and she pulled him forward as she came. His fingers were deep, deep inside of her, and she could feel herself clamp down on them, feel the walls of her pussy trembling and quivering. Her nails dug into the seat of the chair, and despite how desperately she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, she couldn't help but let out a single, long, moan. "FUCK" she screamed the word as she reached the peak of her orgasm, her whole body shaking and bucking against his fingers and tongue. As the soft blue glow from the keyboard slowly went out, Aimee leaned back in the chair, spent. "You're still an asshole," she panted "An asshole who's pretty good at that?" Li leaned back on his heels, Aimee didn't deny it, but couldn't resist needling him as she hiked her uniform pants back up; "It's just too bad you're not as good at drone tactics. Plus, I have to point out, apparently not good enough at that to keep me from winning." She gestured towards the single blue drone hovering near the middle of the table. There was a moment of silence that could easily turn to awkwardness, but she stood and offered a hand to pull Li to his feet. "I'm thoroughly hungry now. Breakfast?" As the two made their way from the simulation room, she pondered aloud, "So you know we've got flight training this afternoon? I'll bet I score higher than you." "Are you kidding? I'll wipe the floor with your feeble efforts. What do you want to bet?" "Oh I'm sure we can think of something..."

Orbital Academy X -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want a sequel? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- "We can't leave them Captain, please, we can't leave them behind!" Jane didn't trust herself to respond to Missy's pleading. She continued her task, working calculations to determine the planet's rotation since they'd landed. Jackson sat next to her, doing similar calculations to determine the vectors of the orbitals around the planet. The work was going slowly since the rest of the ground team was refusing to help. "You know that Missy is right Captain," Aimee backed up her friend, "if the positions were reversed, the others would come for us." "They probably would," Jane's voice was hoarse, but it didn't waver, "because I'm not there to stop them. I'm with you, and later you'll realize that keeping you from rushing off is saving your life." "Captain," Missy's voice was steady too, Jane noted with a touch of surprise, "I will knowingly risk my life if there's even the slightest chance of-" "There isn't the slightest chance," Jane cut her off, flicking the switch to prepare the pod. The open walls around them slowly closed, switching from an open command center to an airtight spaceworthy craft. "The chance of rescue is zero, Missy. I know you don't want to hear that, and believe me, I know how much it hurts, but they're gone. They're done." "Their beacons still show up on scanners. They're not dead." Jane kept her back turned to the girl, adjusting the takeoff angles according to her and Jackson's calculations. It was hard to think straight, the faces of her rookies floating through her mind, but she knew she was making the right choice. She also knew, vaguely, that she should be supportive for the rookies who were still with her, but she was still too dull with shock to even begin to support someone else. Her voice came out too flat, too blunt. "They *are* dead. They may've survived the crash, but the Terrans will get to them before we can." "Maybe not. You said the Terrans would find us in a few hours, and they haven't attacked us yet. Maybe the Terrans just aren't coming." "Rookie Dorson," Jane tried to throw her authority behind her voice, but it just came out tired and worn, "your squadmates have been killed in action. We will miss them, and we will mourn them, but if we do not get this pod off the ground as soon as humanly possible we will join them in death." Some of Jane's former students had been killed in planetary runs before, of course. Enough of the Academy's Lieutenant-levels were lost that it would be a miracle if she hadn't. In theory this should've been no different, but Jane couldn't convince herself of that. Hearing about a KIA former student was different than being on the mission with them. These rookies were under her direct command, and even though there was no way the satflyer's loss of power could be her fault, she felt personally responsible for their deaths. She had been steeling herself since they had broken through the fog, knowing that according to the odds she would either lose some rookies or die herself. Even prepared, it hurt on a level so deep that she found it hard to breath. The loss was somehow so much greater with this squad...not just Marcus, but Julia, Tess, Preston and Alex. All gone. All because she had been so confident in boasting about their abilities. "Fire it up," she said quietly to Jackson, "I'll get us in the air." She turned to the flight panel, but was stopped short by the barrel of a pistol. "I'm sorry, Captain Appet," Missy stood a few feet away, her aim steady, "I can't leave them behind." Jane stared wearily at the pistol aimed at her chest. *At least she's not aiming for the head,* she thought, dispassionately, *not risking a miss if I suddenly dodge one way or the other. Good form, at least.* The other three rookies were watching the situation, silent and still. Jane noted that they weren't helping her, but she hardly cared. Missy was still talking. "Jackson, power the engines down and open the panels-" Jane moved in a smooth motion, closing the distance between them with a single step, left hand swinging up to grab Missy's gun hand, right hand stabbing forward to jab two fingers into the vulnerable tendons in the girl's wrist. Missy didn't cry out, although she did pale at what Jane knew was excruciating pain. Typically Jane would follow up with a vicious elbow to the elbow to snap the bone, or into the throat if she wanted her target incapacitated. This time she refrained, and the pistol was already clattering to the floor. Why bother? Missy would already be unable to move the fingers of her right hand for awhile. Who could even say if the girl was wrong for trying to force her to rescue the rest of the squad? She moved on to the flight panel without a word, leaving Missy to hold her temporarily ruined wrist as the pod shuddered to life. Through the hum of the engines starting up Jane could hear her break down into tears. "She was under duress," Aimee was standing with an arm around Missy, Li hovering nearby, "please, don't hold this against her..." "Missy wanted to help her squadmates," Jane said, without emotion, "I can't let her throw our lives away, but I can't fault her for loyalty." "I l-l-love him!" Missy's face had been buried in Aimee's shoulder as she cried, but she whirled to scream the words at Jane, "I love him more than anything, more than being alive! If I could trade my life for his I would do it in a heartbeat! You can't understand that kind of love! Not loyalty, love!" Jane let the girl scream, her face blank. When Missy turned back in a fresh burst of tears, she turned to the window, looking past the surface that fell away. *** "I swear I don't usually do this kind of thing on a first date," Rookie Jane Cripshaw panted, leaning back to break the deep kiss. "I didn't think you did," her date said respectfully, but there was a glint of a grin in his eye. "Patrick! I mean it!" Jane smacked him on the shoulder, a motion made more bearable by the fact that she was sitting on his lap, straddling him. "Ooh, your boobs jiggle when you're violent, do it again," Patrick teased, leaning forward and planting a kiss between her naked breasts before she could hit him again. "I just want to make it clear that you're lucky, that's all," Jane leaned back, letting him tease her skin and raise goosebumps along the back of her neck. "Mmm," Patrick agreed in a muffled voice, nuzzling first one, then the other, as his hands slid along the waistband of her pants. He was taking his time, and Jane was grateful for the fact. She liked the sensations so far, but she wanted to enjoy this little adventure. When he pulled back looked up at her, his expression was so intense that she shivered again. "So if this isn't your normal first date, what is making you behave so delightfully out-of-character then?" He asked, his tone incredibly casual as his fingers followed the curve of her back down beneath her pants. "It's the uniform, probably, I'm a sucker for a guy in uniform" Jane grinned, lifting ever so slightly to allow his hand to cup her ass. Patrick squeezed and made a low appreciative noise in the back of his throat. She rose from his lap, smiling at the disappointed look on his face, and took a step back. "I guess it just seemed...like it's the right time, you know?" She gave his question more serious consideration as she shimmied out of her pants. They got caught around her ankles awkwardly, and blushing Jane stumblingly extracted herself from them as Patrick watched. She kept on talking to try to save face, "I mean my entire life is going to be dedicated to the Academy starting tomorrow, that's the kind of thing that makes a girl think hard about what she's done with her life so far." "Makes sense," Patrick replied thoughtfully, removing his shirt with one smooth motion, his pants with another. Jane was shocked, first by the rippling muscle that had been hiding beneath the loose clothes, then at the realization of just how easily he had slipped out of them. "You're...really practiced at that," she stammered. "Like you said, girls like the uniform," Patrick's grin was charming and mischievous at the same time, "it's not my first time." "Um..." Jane took a faltering step forward, then stood in front of him, naked and awkward and uncertain. "It's...it is mine, sort of." Patrick's eyebrows shot up, and he looked her up and down again, as if he was both appreciating her nude body and also trying to discern something about her. "Really?" "Well, that's why I'm doing this. I don't want to go to the Academy a virgin, and you're hot and a pilot, which I really like, and we probably won't be interacting at the Academy much, so there's no risk of drama...sorry, I sound really manipulative right now..." Jane bit her lip to stop her own babbling. Patrick reached forward suddenly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back onto his lap where she straddled him again. "You've put a lot of thought into this," he teased, pulling her forward even further so that her forehead rested against his. "I probably sound pretty crazy," Jane murmured. She could feel his penis, surprisingly warm, against her thigh, and the feeling made her heart beat quicker. "You don't have to worry about it being super special or anything, I just want to know what it feels like, before my whole life is swept into chaos." "Understandable," Patrick's voice was quiet, "and I like that you're trusting me with your first time. Believe me, doing this with you *is* special." Jane blushed harder at his words than at the fact that she sat naked on top of him. Her hands slid across his broad chest, and she tried for a moment to forget about the warmth that was building between her legs. "You don't have to say things like that," she whispered, "I told you, it's fine. I'm awkward and it's my first time so I'm probably going to suck at it, you don't have to pretend." Patrick's hand was around her waist, the other sliding up and down across her stomach. "I assure you," he replied, "there is nothing pretend about this." His lips pressed against hers, and Jane relaxed and leaned into the kiss. His hands were so strong, and everywhere they touched seemed to light a brief fire of sensation. He barely touched her where she ached for him, instead grazing in unexpected places and somehow turning them into erogenous zones. His fingers brushed along her shoulders and made them buzz, his touch on her stomach sent tingles into her, and when he brushed his fingertips along her cheekbone and down her neck it made her toes curl. His tongue flicked over hers, and everything was too much, too mean, too intense. Jane didn't want to cum yet, but he was turning her entire body into a sex organ, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She shifted her position on Patrick's naked lap, moving so that his member pressed between her legs. He seemed surprised that she wanted him so soon, but he grinned, shifting his hips a little so that his head pressed against her opening. Jane braced herself, but the shock of penetration didn't come. Instead he began kissing her again, and the onslaught of sensation from his hands continued. It took her a while to realize that he was letting her proceed in her own time, giving her pleasure but letting her decide when she wanted to go ahead. Jane continued kissing, but let her kisses travel down from Patrick's lips to the side of his neck. She was wet, her pussy throbbed and with each heartbeat she was more and more aware of his hardness pressing against it. As she flicked her tongue over his neck, he made a small feral sound of approval, and the sound was enough to make up her mind. Holding tight to his shoulders, Jane slammed her hips down, impaling herself on Patrick's cock. She let out a cry of surprise and pain. In hurt much more than she had expected it to, but it also felt so good that she wasn't quite sure how to process the feeling. Although he had grunted when she pushed down on him, Patrick held absolutely still, watching her with a small smile on his lips. Slowly the pain began to fade, but the feelings of fullness and pleasure hadn't dissipated. Jane experimentally moved her hips a little, and was rewarded with a flush of ecstasy, a rush of pure sexual pleasure. There was no hesitance after that, she began moving her hips in earnest, moving his length around inside of her body and loving every sensation. His arms were wrapped around her, making her feel safe and warm as she rode him. The sensations pulsing through her wet sex were unique and powerful, building an orgasm up faster than she would've thought possible. It was like nothing she had felt before. He was stretching her further than her fingers, stretching her so perfectly and filling her so deep. He was warmer than a toy, with his arms around her and his chest pressed against her breasts. He was hotter than a fantasy, with his fingers continuing to stroke and caress in ways that wouldn't even occur to her to fantasize about. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping as he hit places she hadn't discovered on her own. Even without experience Jane could tell when he came. She was surprised at how minutely she could feel the twitches and spasms of his cock, at how sudden and hot it was when he released inside of her. She kept on riding, chasing her own orgasm as she slid up and down him, pain forgotten. Her sensitive pussy felt the second when he started to grow soft inside of her, and she whimpered. *No, not yet, I'm so close...* Patrick leaned back with a confident grin, reached down, and gently flicked her swollen clit. Jane threw her head back and sighed as she came, the unique feeling of a cock inside of her making the experience that much better. Even with him growing soft she felt full and satisfied, sitting on top of him shaking and coming, his arm around her waist. When she finally slid back, letting his spent member slide out of her slit, she wore a grin that matched his. "So, about us not interacting at the Academy..." Patrick said. "Well...maybe we could interact a little bit..." Jane sighed, leaning her head against his strong chest. *** Captain Jane kept her eyes closed, even as she awoke. She made sure to listen the deep breaths, punctuated by occasional shuddering, that indicated Missy was asleep before she opened them. Li and Aimee were also asleep, Aimee's head in Li's lap, holding hands in their sleep. At the window, Jackson stood alert and attentive, looking down at the planet's surface. "What are you doing?" Jane asked quietly. "Marking out positional data." Jackson didn't seem startled, and his eyes never left the window as he answered, "in case the Terrans clear the satflyer away by the time we return, so we'll know where they went down." "Jackson I already told you all, we're not-" "Captain, with all due respect." Jackson interrupted her, turning eyes towards her that were intense, unblinking. Jane was startled at that look. *Has he always been that intense?* "I understand why you gave the order that you did," Jackson continued, "You are bound by rules, as are we all. As an Academy trainee I understand that there are correct and incorrect ways of getting what you want. Missy's way was incorrect. When we reach the Academy I plan on forwarding an HCJ report, requesting an official rescue operation under the provisions. All HCJ reports go straight to the General, and since he reccomended our squad for this mission, he's the most likely to approve a rescue." Jane blinked. "That's very...practical of you, Jackson," she said, unsure of how to respond to her Rookie's cool-headedness. "Thank you, Captain." "But there's no way the General will approve a rescue mission. And even if he did, there's no way our air team will survive long enough to be rescued." "Either way, insubordination won't help them, and identifying how to reach them will," Jackson replied calmly, "if the official routes won't work, I'll just have to come up with another course of action." Jane found that vaguely ominous, moreso when it was delivered in Jackson's quiet, deadpan voice. "What exactly is it that your augments do, Jackson?" Jane asked. The only other person she knew who had a CPU in his head was Arthur, and Jackson acted very different. He wasn't charming or magnetic, he was simply...solid. Solid and quiet, always unrattled, like a stone. "Didn't your files fill you in Captain?" Jackson didn't seem offended or worried. "They just said that you had them, and a little bit about why," Jane admitted. "Then I would prefer to leave it at that ma'am," Jackson turned back to the window. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that I got us into all of this, truly. I'm sorry I lost them." "I don't blame you, Captain. None of us do, or at least they won't once they've calmed down. We know you care about us." "Some would say I care about you too much," Jane half-smiled, then frowned. *Not that it matters anymore...now that Marcus...* She suddenly didn't want to talk about this subject anymore, not when the thought of Marcus felt like an emotional punch in the gut. "People care too much about trivial things," Jackson seemed thoughtful, "it's not as if we're all children. Only busybodies think sleeping with your rookies is inappropriate." "I suppose," Jane said briefly. *** "Sleeping with your rookies is completely inappropriate!" Jane Cripshaw squeaked in dismay. She squeaked quietly, even though the room they were in was completely deserted, as if the walls themselves would spread rumors. "Why is it suddenly inappropriate?" Lieutenant Patrick Appet grinned, "has something changed between now and say, a week ago?" "I didn't know you would be my instructor a week ago!" Jane tried to lower her voice, but it still came out a squeak, "you didn't tell me, you asshole!" "Hey, that's not fair," Patrick grew uncharacteristically serious for a moment, "they didn't even tell me I'd be teaching a rookie class until I got back to the orbital; apparently they didn't have enough free captains. And for the record, I didn't get my class roster until the evening before the ceremony. I found out a whole twenty four hours before you did." "Oh..." a little of the righteous anger retreated from Jane, leaving her able to speak without squeaking, "...well I...retract the asshole comment then, I suppose." "Excellent." "But we still can't have sex!" "Why is that? Are you a virgin?" Patrick teased, stepping forward, and Jane skittered backward, away from him. "You're still my instructor! It's not appropriate!" He searched her face, as if only just now realizing she was serious. When he seemed to have convinced himself, he looked a tad disappointed, but he shrugged. "Alright then, I suppose. You're missing out," he winked, "but you're allowed your reasoning." "I know I'm missing out," Jane said, *fuck do I know it...* "but I just wouldn't feel right about it. Not with you as my instructor." "I won't pressure you then," Patrick reached out and chucked her under the chin affectionately, "even if you're being a naive moron." "I'm sorry," Jane really was, "being with you is fun...a lot of fun. But right now, I'm not comfortable being anything but friends." "I'll take friends," Patrick smiled, already opening the door of the empty room. "And I swear," Jane added mischieviously, "the day I graduate and you're no longer my instructor, I'm hunting you down and fucking your brains out." "I'm totally holding you to that, Rooke Cripshaw." *** Jane barely even noticed when the pod broke through the green fog. It was the second time she had seen the windows suddenly clear, evil fog changing to beautiful stars. It was the second time she hadn't been in the mood to appreciate the sight. *** "Ladies and gentlemen!" Center stood unsteadily, one foot on the chair, the other planted firmly in the middle of the table. His shout had garnered attention from the entire mess hall, and he drunkenly smiled at the upturned faces around him. "Today, my squad an' I have *hic*, 'scuse me, graduated to Lieutenant-level!" Even the strangers at the mess joined them in a cheer, a celebratory shout that echoed off the walls of the room. Center clearly had more to say, but his squaddies pulled him back down before he could use up the room's collective patience. "Lieutenant Center, you are drunk," Jane laughed, grabbing his drink from him as he groped for it. "I think we've all earned a good drunkening, Lieutenant Cripshaw ma'am," Center pulled off a perfect salute that melted into a awkward muddle at the end, sending the whole squad into laughter. "He's got a point Lieutenant," Lily grinned, lifting her hand to indicate another round of drinks. "This 'calling each other Lieutenant' crap is gonna get old real fast, knock it off," Patrick growled good naturedly. "Aw c'mon Patrick," Jack-pip elbowed him, "do you know how fuckin' miserable those exams were? We worked our asses off for the right to call each other Lieutenant." "And anyways, we're Lieutenants too now! You no longer outrack us, *squaddie*" Jane teased. The rest of the squadmates burst into laughter again, and for the rest of the meal took great delight in refusing him every time he asked for a chip or another drink. The squaddies chatted and talked long past the mess hall's normal closing hours, until one by one they wandered off towards the barracks, going to sleep early in preparation for the big day tomorrow. "How long we known each other now, Rook?" Patrick asked thoughtfully, after Acren had left, leaving the only Jane and him alone at the table.. "Come on Patrick, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" Jane whined, "it's been two years since I was a rookie." "I've been your teacher for those two years, I'm allowed," Patrick puffed up his chest, "I can call you whippersnappers whatever the hell I want." He grew serious again,"but listen Jane. We've gotten close, over these years, yea? It's not just me who feels it?" "Course it's not just you," the serious tone was sobering, and she didn't like it, "what kinda question is that? You're my best friend, you know that. What's the deal with you this evening?" "I know that. And you're the best friend I have Jane-" "Your only friend," Jane muttered, but Patrick made an impatient motion as if brushing her smartass comment aside. "I just think...things can be different, now that I'm your teammate instead of your instructor. Can't they?" "Patrick," Jane rolled her eyes, "if this is about my promise to fuck you when you weren't my instructor anymore, you don't need to worry, I haven't forgotten. I mean, if you're still interested..." "Need I remind you that *you're* the one who's been forcing us to wait this long. I would've dropped my pants for you the first day." Patrick grinned, but he still seemed hesitant. "What?" Jane asked. She was starting to get worried, self-conscious, "you *do* still want me too, don't you? Or has getting to know me better soured your feelings about me?" "What? No!" Patrick seemed startled, "the opposite, actually. The more I get to know you, the more I enjoy your company." "Then what's the problem?" "I'm just interested in more with you. More than just the fucking." Jane blinked, trying to gauge if he was being serious. "What do you mean...'more' like dating?" Patrick spread his hands in response, clearly waiting to see what she thought of the idea. Jane sat stunned for a moment, hope and disbelief warring inside her. Before the academy Patrick had simply been a hot guy in a uniform, someone convenient. In the first year with him as her instructor she had developed a schoolgirl crush, one that she only resisted because, true to his word, Lieutenant Appet had never made another advance to her. In the second year, Pilot Cripshaw's crush had matured into a fierce loyalty and friendship, a relationship somewhat deeper but plagued by sexual tension. She knew he saw her as a good friend, and she was fairly sure that he looked forward to their promised fucking almost as much as she did...but that he felt the same affection about her had never crossed her mind. "I think..." Jane said slowly, "that that would be alright." The grin that broke across his face was instant, warming her from the inside out. "Just as an experiment, to see how it works out," she warned, "I'm sure I'll fuck it up eventually, so be prepared for that." "Oh I'm sure you will," Patrick teased. In spite of herself, Jane grinned back at him. The warm feeling wasn't going away...there he was, her schoolgirl crush, her hero, her first, and he looked as happy about having her as she had ever seen him before. *Not to mention how fucking hot he is...* Jane mentally added. The warmth in her heart was spreading to other areas...areas that needed his attention. "So...how about that fuck?" she cut straight to the point, not bothering with coyness or subtlety. "Believe me when I say how much I want it," Patrick chuckled, "but we've got a planetary to run and not a lot of time to sleep for it. We've waited this long, let's give it one more night." Jane wanted to argue, but it *was* her first planetary. She would need to be at the top of her game tomorrow. "One more night," she growled, rising from the table, "after that I'm coming for you, Appet." "Oh you definitely will be," Patrick grinned. Shocked that she had left him with such a clear opening, Jane turned up her nose and walked away with a sniff. *** "Attention temp pod, this is Pilot Gammon, we are within range and ready to latch tow lines," the comm crackled. The others were awake, and Captain Appet could feel their eyes on her as she walked across the small pod to reach the comms. "Roger that Pilot Gammon," she said without feeling, "bracing for impact." The pod shuddered as the towlines his, and the entire room jerked as Gammon began pulling them towards the orbital. Jane held onto the desk, staring blankly at the dull lights to avoid turning and meeting the gaze of Li, Aimee, Missy and Jackson. Her four surviving rookies. Pulsing blue indicators on the dash showed that the others were technically still alive, somewhere, or at least alive enough that their bodies were still powering their subdermal computers. Jane turned her back on the display. She would rather meet the others' gaze than be watching when the lights went out. None of the rookies met her eyes. *They're never going to forgive me,* Jan realized, *hell, I can't even say that I blame them.* *** "GET INTO THE FUCKING POD," Jane shrieked, her fingers hovering over the red button, eyes wide with horror. Lily stumbled as she ran down the hill towards the ground team's temp pod, but miraculously was able to turn the stumble into a roll. To Jane's left, Arthur was taking shots at the Terrans whenever they showed themselves from behind the trees, but the blue-haired combatants were using some kind of shielding; sending the shots wide or absorbing them. Lily lost her footing yet again, which saved her life as a gout of blue flame flew past where she had been standing a moment ago. With a final burst of speed, Lily threw herself into the pod, and Jane slammed the button down. Arthur continued suppressive fire until the walls of the ground pod closed completely, while Jane flicked the switches to set the engines began spinning. The pod shook as it slowly rose from the ground, hammered from the outside by blue fire, but the damage wasn't enough to keep them from taking off. Jane glanced around the room, confirming that Arthur and Lily were safely inside as the pod rose slowly into the air. "It's alright, we're all inside, we're all okay," Arthur said soothingly, reading her distress with the help of the CPU in his head. Jane slumped to the ground, shaking. "They came so fast!" She said with a shuddering breath, "how did they find us so fast?" "Ground team come in, are you safe?" Patrick's voice sounded strained on the comms. "We're safe, just took off," Lily gasped, holding her side, "everyone accounted for, we'll hit the fog layer and be away in a few minutes. How about you?" "We're...we're not doing too well." Jane identified a tone that she had missed the first time and sprang to the window. With the rising motion of the pod, Jane had to scan the sky for a moment before she caught sight of the satflyer. There were creatures swarming the satflyer. Though they were hard to make out at distance, Jane thought she could count about six or seven of them. They flitted back and forth, first hovering, then moving quickly in sharp, straight angles of flight. The satflyer's guns were firing off in brief but constant bursts of fire, seeming more focused on keeping the creatures at bay than at hitting them. "Air team this is ground team," Jane could hear Lily trying to keep calm, "we're away! Get out of there!" "Roger that ground team," even as Patrick's voice sounded over the comms, escape pods began firing out from the top of the satflyer, leaving long columns of smoke in their wake. Jane counted them as they flew up into the fog. *...two...three...* "Everyone's out!" Lily was no longer using proper transmission protocols, but no one cared. They were all transfixed by the sight of the satflyer, and by the tiny specks that were attacking it. "Patrick, take off! Everyone's safe!" Lily's voice had risen to a high pitch. "We're not safe," Jane said quietly, with horror. The temporary pod had risen quite a ways before the creatures noticed it, but now they were beginning to group up into two separate swarms. Four of them continued harassing the satflyer, swooping in close and then ducking back in the air when the guns opened fire. The second group of four had swung around, and were heading towards the ground pod. "They know we don't have weapons," Jane realized aloud. The pod had grown deathly silent. "Patrick, those...things are coming at us," Lily said, her voice grim, "they know we can't keep them away." "Copy that, ground team. How much longer before you hit the fog?" "...one and a half minutes." *Too long,* Jane felt herself slipping into a strange sort of morbid calm. The creatures would reach the defenseless ground pod before they hit the fog. The flying things were close enough that Jane could see their features now. They were naked women, or at least partly so. Their arms were warped and twisted, forming wide feathered wings. At the knee their skin became tough and leathery, ending in three-toed claws. Their mouths were a little too big to seem human, their eyes a little too wild. Although she'd never seen a Harp in person, Jane had heard enough to know what they were capable of. "Ground team..." Patrick paused for a moment. *He'd better finish his sentence quick,* Jane thought dully, *it won't take the Harps long to rip through the walls once they get to us.* "...listen, Arthur, you know me better than anyone, with your chip. You know what I'd have to say." "Don't you fucking dare," Arthur roared into the comm, but Patrick was still talking, his speech rushed now. "Lily, that thing we talked about last week? The answer is yes, of course yes. You've always been strong enough, and I've always known that." Jane looked confusedly back and forth between her squaddies. Arthur looked furious, Lily's eyes were watering. *Why is he bothering to tell us things like this now?* she wondered, *why does it matter when he knows we're about to die?* "And Jane...listen," she had never heard him sound so deadly serious, which was appropriate, she supposed, "it would've worked. You weren't some experiment to me. It would've worked all the way to the end, all the way until you were Mrs. Lieutenant Appet." The full realization of what he was about to do hit Jane just as the first shots grazed the pod. The Harps that were attacking them were caught completely off-guard; Jane could see the shocked expression on the face of one as it was blown away. The other three spun, trying to dodge and spin out of the way of the barrage that the satflyer was firing. A second Harp was blown out of the sky, and the other two broke off, spinning in quick dives towards the surface to escape. Jane's attention wasn't on them, it was on the satflyer itself. As soon as the guns had turned to assist the temp pod, the first group of Harps had swung in, using sharp claws and oversized tough teeth to rip away strips and bites of metal from its sides. Jane couldn't cry, couldn't look away, as the specks disappeared from sight, crawling through the holes and into the satflyer. The windows of the pod were suddenly obscured, covered by roiling green fog. "P-Patrick no," she gasped, "no no no no." Her mind seemed fractured somehow, broken into pieces that refused to carry a thought from beginning to completion. "Patrick no," if she said it enough times, it wouldn't be true, "no, I love you, no" The comm crackled, his voice staticky through the distortion of the fog. "I love you too Jane." The screams only filled the radio for a few seconds before she slammed her hand down on the switch, shutting it off. She wasn't sure when it stopped and when it was replaced with her own screaming. In one of the fractured pieces of her mind she thought his scream might never stop. *** Captain Appet tried to ignore the ten-year-old scream, as fresh in her memory as if she had heard it a few seconds ago, as the doors of the pod hissed open. Behind her Li and Aimee stood on either side of Missy, Jackson a little ways off but still clearly supporting the group. Jane was grateful for that, at least. Knowing that the rookies would be able to lean on each other took a small portion of the weight off of her mind. She realized with a start that the door was open, and the hangar in front of them was relatively packed with people. *They don't know,* Jane realized, *none of them know yet.* It seemed perverse, that such a horrible thing had happened and these people didn't know about it. Her eyes wandered over the assembled people for a few moments. Her old team were there, Lily, Arthur, Jake-pip and Center. Arthur was frowning, stepping forward; he had already read the entire mission on her face. There were several teams of scrub, some Captains and Lieutenants. There was a healthy portion of Rookies there as well. *Do my rooks have friends in their year?* she thought with surprised. General Auspus was directly in front of the pod, one eyebrow raised in a question. Jane cleared her throat, and spoke to the entire group. She already knew the words, Lily had spoken them when she, Arthur, and Jane returned from their last planetary run. "There was trouble on the mission. We're the only survivors."