Tristan and Colton: Part 3- The Night
This is the third part of my series! It’s Brandon’s turn to get some action!
This is the third part of my series! It’s Brandon’s turn to get some action!
The things I would do to be accepted would shock even me
18 yo girl leaves an all girls boarding school and is determined to have some fun before going to university
A dirty little tale of being a peasent servant girl
Horses in the race are:
1. Passionate Lady
2. Bare Belly
3. Silk Panties
4. Conscience
5. Jockey Shorts
6. Clean Sheets
7. Thighs
8. Big Johnson
9. Heavy Bosum
10. Merry Cherry
At the Post:
They’re off! Conscience is left behind at the post.
Jockey Shorts and Silk Panties are off in a hurry.
Heavy Bosum is being pressured.
Passionate lady is caught between Thighs and Big Johnson in a very tight spot.
At the Halfway Mark it’s Bare Belly on top.
Thighs opens up and Big Johnson is pressed in.
Heavy Bosum is being pushed hard against Clean Sheets.
Passionate Lady and Thighs are working hard on Bare Belly.
Bare Belly is under terrific pressure from Big Johnson.
At The Stretch Merry Cherry cracks under the strain.
Big Johnson is making a final drive.
Passionate Lady is coming.
At The Finish It’s Big Johnson giving everything he’s got and Passionate Lady takes everything Big Johnson has to offer.
It looks like a dead heat but Big Johnson squirts through and wins by a head.
Heavy Bosum weakens and Thighs pulls-up.
Clean Sheets never had a chance.
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This is a story of all the fantasies i want and would do hope you enjoy comment below and whatnot please and thnx!
Stepping out of the shower knowing that you will be knocking on my door anytime now. I grab a towel and start to dry my body as the cool air hits my body and I think about the touch of your hands on my body, my nipples harden and I can’t resist the desire to touch breasts and run my hands over my body-imagining it was you. Gasping as my hand slides between my thighs brushing against my clit, I moan. My body is so alive with the knowledge that soon I will be wrapped in your arms with your male hardness buried deep inside me, your hands and mouth touching me, tasting me, I cum on my fingers with your name on my lips. I grab my satin robe and wrap it around my body, tieing the belt I leave the bathroom, grabbing my brush. As I brush my hair there is a knock at the door. My body again comes alive knowing you are just on the other side of the door. I set my brush down, walking to the door, I open it and step back, my eyes drop to the ground-starting
at your feet, slowly moving up the entire length of your body, briefly resting at your cock, up your chest, your chin, lips-smiling, your eyes. Once our eyes meet meet
you see the fire burning in me that I have had for so long. Stepping into the house taking in the scent of my body-vanilla and sex. I can’t help but smile as you groan, wrapping your arm around my waist pulling me hard against your body, your mouth crushing down against mine. Kicking the door shut, pullilng me with you to lean against the door as our kiss deepens, my soft body molding itself to your hard one. Wrapping my arms around your neck pulling us even closer together. I moan and rub my body against you for more. I want to feel your body-skin to skin, I start to unbutton your shirt, leaving it tucked into your pants, slowly I slide it off your shoulders, down your arms-but not completely off. The feel of my hands burns a fire across your body-only made more intense by the cold door against your back. I pull my lips away from yours and start a trail of kisses and licks down your neck and chest, across your stomach. Running my hands up across your thighs, using my nails to trail paths up your back. “Woman!” you growl as you wrap your hand in my hair at the base of my neck, pulling me back up to full height, your lips once again crushing mine. Having driven you wild with wanting, my body is on fire. I can feel my body shaking with desire, my legs shaking so badly I can barely stand. Leaning into your body for support I feel your cock pressed against me, hard, warm, throbbing. I reach down and run my hand down the length of your cock through your jeans and it leaps at my touch. I want to feel your cock. I want to feel the skin stretch as it grows in my hand while I slide my hand up and down its length. I unbutton and unzip your jeans, slowly sliding them off your waist, down your hips to rest on your thighs. Moaning you gently bite my bottom lip as my hand closes around the head of your cock. Gently I start to slide my hand down its length, slowly fucking you with my hand. You grab my shoulders and turn me around,
my hand still stroking your cock. Sliding my robe off my shoulders you reach around and start to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples, caressing them. Biting my neck, moaning in my ear with each thrust of my hand against your body. “I want your cock inside of me.” Sliding your hands under my robe, grabbing my ass, spreading my thighs, sliding your finger inside my wetness. My hand still fucking your cock slows down as you finger fuck me first with one finger then two. The pre-cum on the head of your cock tastes so sweet as I put it in my mouth, licking my lips as I do. This is your undoing, one hand on my back pushing me to bend over, the other on your cock, sliding the head between my lips burying it deep and hard into my tight wetness. Wrapping your hand around my throat you pull me back to tell me how tight I am wrapped around your cock and how good it feels to slide back and thrust forward burying your throbbing hardness into me harder and faster with each thrust. Your fingers still soaked with my juices you slide them between the cheeks of my ass and start to rim my hole with your finger, relaxing me for your finger to slide in easily. “Don’t stop!” I tell you as I turn to shoot you a very naughty look. “Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck my ass!” Pulling your finger out of me, your throbbing cock from my soaking pussy, you rub your hardness against my ass to make sure there is enough lube so that you won’t hurt me. Sliding the head into my ass I start to grind back against tou, telling you that I want more. SLowly inch by inch you push into my tight hole. Once buried deep inside of me, you rest your
forehead against my back letting my body adjust to your huge cock buried deep in my ass. “Play with my clit.” Spreading my legs as far as I can-exposing my clit to the cool air the hard little nub begs for your fingers to caress it, rub it, flick it. “I want to cum with you in my ass. Fuck me while you play with my clit.” Reaching your
arms around my waist your hands spread my pussy wider as your fingers find my clit and begin to rub against it, softly at first, “Harder!” Rubbing my clit harder
as you begin to thrust in and out of my ass, with each forward thrust your balls slap against my clit along with your fingers. Your thrusts become shorter and faster, one hand spreading my lips apart, the other slapping against my clit. “Oh yes! I’m gonna cum! Oh God. Don’t stop! Fuck my ass! Oh yes!” As my body starts to shake and tremble my cum covers your hands. I slide off your cock, take your hand and walk you to the couch and urge you to sit down. As you sit I lower my pussy onto your proud hardness, covering it with my cum as I begin to ride your cock, holding your hands behind your head. “Relax and enjoy me fucking you.”
I start slow, your moans encourage me to go faster in shorter strokes up and down your cock, I start longer strokes up and down your cock, moving my hips back and forth. Leaning forward I whisper in your ear, “When you get ready to cum I want you to grab my shoulders and push hard into me. I want your cum burried deep inside me.” I brought my lips to yours as I continued to ride your cock. Your moans changed to low growls as you neared this orgasm. Throwing your head back you grabbed my shoulders and thrust into me deep and hard several times as you buried your load deep inside of me, “I’m cumming, here it comes!” you growled. I slid my hands down and rubbed my clit back and forth as you came deep inside me, causing my body to cum all over your cock at the same time. Our juices mingle together sliding down your cock and my fingers, bringing my fingers to my mouth-tasting us together-so very sweet. Colapsing, exhausted against your chest, you wrap your arms around me, and move to lay down not to disturb our bodies still holding onto each other, you still burried inside me. Running your
fingers though my hair we fall asleep for a short nap on the couch.
I awake a couple of hours later to your hard cock moving and growing inside of me, as you look at me lying on top of you. Your finger under my chin lifts my face for your lips to capture mine in an amazing kiss. With your arms around me you roll so that I am lying beneath you as you start to slide your cock in and out of me. Wrapping my legs around your hips, pulling you deeper into me…
I’ll save that for a rainy day.
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I decide to surprise David with a hot bath after work…
My name is Kim and this is my story.
I am a 35 year old happily married woman of 10 years and we have 3 Children. I am a Housewife while my Husband works his fingers to the bone in a Factory making Car parts. Our Children are aged 4, 6 and 8 so I find I have a lot more time on my hands during the day now our youngest goes to Nursery.
To earn some extra pocket money for myself I decided I would try my hand at being a Life Model at our Local Adult College. My Husband was a bit strange with the idea of me getting naked for a room full of Art Students to begin with, but he knew it earned me a little extra money each month.
I really enjoyed the experience of being a Life Model and after the first few times of being completely nervous about taking my clothes of to a room full of strangers I grew to enjoy my weekly naked session’s. For a 35 year old woman of 3 children I was lucky enough to have kept my figure and people would often pass remark on how good I looked and I would still get to odd Wolf Whistle from the Builders Yard as I walked past everyday to pick my Children up from School.
A few Months had past since I had started my Life Model career (If you could call it that?) and the Head of Art Department approached me with an offer of Life Modelling but with an added twist. He asked me if I was interested in Modelling along with two Male Models in a series of Erotic poses for a new study project the Art Students were starting on sex with multiple partners and group Sex. He said to money would be good and to be honest I could do with the extra cash.
I did say no to begin with because my Husband would not approve at all with me posing with two naked men, but I said I would think about it and if I could twist my Husbands arm into letting me do it I might just take him up on the offer.
That night I asked my Husband if he minded me posing with these two males models, at first he didn’t like the idea but after some gentle words of reassurance that this was nothing more than part of my Job/Hobby. He said it didn’t mind.
The big day finally came. I arrived at the College and was introduced to two very strapping young guys, each of them looked to be in their twenty’s. The Art Teacher told us the plan for the day. He wanted us to pose in a variety of different sexual positions but we would be behind a white curtain so just our Silhouette’s would be shown to the Art students. He went on to say that even though it would be just our Silhouette’s that were being drawn we need to show movement in the position’s we were in, so basically the three of us would have to simulate sex with each other. If my Husband ever found out, he would kill me.
I was now as nervous as hell. As I was getting changed out of my clothes my mind was racing because these two models were very sexy men and back in my early years I would of jumped on both of them. But I kept telling myself that I was a happily married woman and this was just for some extra money. A girl can dream though.
So here I was waiting behind a big white curtain for my 2 would be lovers (at least for the next two hours) to join me. I must admit that I have only had eyes for my Husband since we have been together but I was getting slightly aroused at the thought of what I was about to do.
As I was standing there butt naked my male models appeared from the changing area, as they walked towards me I could not stop staring at the size of there cocks. My first thought was thank god I am not having sex with these men for real, they would never fit inside me, my second thought was a whole lot dirtier, but we won’t go it to that.
All three of us stood there like lemons behind the curtain as the Art teacher spoke to the Students. These Students were all aged between 18 and 20 and they were a friendly bunch of people. The Teacher went on to explain to his students that they would be drawing our Silhouette’s through the curtain as the three of us Simulated sex in different position’s, blah blah blah.
After a few more minutes we were ready to begin. It started of quite tame with my male models having just there arms around my waist and some more suggestive poses. I was then told to simulate oral sex on both guys with me on my knee’s. I knelt down between them and moved my head up and down each of there cocks, even though I wasn’t really giving them oral sex the Teacher informed us that it looked very realistic from our Silhouette’s on the other side of the curtain.
This is where it started getting interesting and what happened next blew every brain cell in my head. The two male models were instructed to simulate Double Penetration sex on me. One of the models laid on his back on the floor, I could here the female Art students gasping because he was getting aroused and his penis was getting bigger an bigger by the second. I was then told to straddle him. I was so turned on by the size of his cock I almost jumped on him. At first he did his best to make sure my pussy did not come into contact with his Penis as I began to simulate riding him. God knows what this looked like from our Silhouette’s but it looked good from where I was riding.
The more I rode him the harder his cock was getting. I looked down between my legs as I straddled him and I could see him holding his cock out of the way of my Pussy. I was so wet and turned on I completely forgot where I was. I grabbed the his hands and placed them on my tits, his cock sprung up and without warning slid into my pussy. I let out a small gasp, it was the most amazing feeling, his cock was huge, it felt like it went up to my ribcage. The students didn’t realise what was happening and all I could hear was the Teacher instruct the Students on how to draw our Silhouette’s.
I was in ecstasy as slowly I rocked back and forth on this guys cock, I could see the other model also had an erection, his looked just as impressive as the other guys. The second Model got behind me as the teacher who was standing on the other side of the curtain told him to simulate anal sex on me while the other guy was meant to be simulating pussy sex on me, little did the teacher know that this sex was for real.
The second model was now fully behind me, his hands were all over my body. He whispered in my ear that he wanted his cock up my bum, I was so turned on and already on my second Orgasm, I didn’t even have time to answer him when I felt the end of cock in my arsehole. I let out a tiny scream, trying my best not to let on the the teacher and Students what was happening to me. As I continued to rock back and forth on the cock in my pussy the cock in my bum was going further and further in. I cum instantly and both men held me still as I shock from the orgasm. I had never been Double Penetrated before and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. They both continued to fuck me as the Teacher kept talking to his Student’s on the best way to draw us.
The best sex of my life was coming to an end, we could hear the Teacher say that there was only 2 minute’s left of the session. He instructed us to stop. The guy fucking my arsehole slowly pulled his cock out, my bum was so sore from his cock fucking me but I didn’t care and as I eased myself off the cock in my pussy cum gushed out of me. Both my holes were red raw. My head was still spinning I could hardly walk.
Both guys looked at me and smiled as we walked over to the changing room to get dressed. The Teacher thanked each of us and said we did such a convincing job of looking like we were having sex did we want to do it again the following week. We looked at each other and instantly said yes.
If only the Teacher and the Students in that Room knew what really happened?
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To get Princess Ava read to be bred by Sven, the naughty fairy Aingeal has to work her magic!
A change in living arrangement brings some changes to cousins’ lives.
Storming into his lawyer’s office, a Texas oil magnate demanded that divorce proceedings begin at once against his young bride. “What’s the problem?”
“I want to hit that adulterin’ bitch for breach of contract,” snapped the oil man. “I don’t know if that will fly,” said the lawyer. “I mean your wife isn’t a piece of property; you don’t own her!”
“Damn right,” the tycoon rejoined, “but I sure as hell expect exclusive drillin’ rights!
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female/girl, bi-sexual seduction
I’m too lazy to write something here.
The Boy
I reckon I was as much of a surprise to Vi as Vi was to me. I had got into the habit of entering through a door that opened directly onto the sun porch. Since Charlotte was ready to work at the stroke of eight o’clock in the morning, today, like always, I took off my clothes so I’d be ready for her.
As I turned around from folding my pants neatly in a chair, I saw the girl lying full length in a long chair. I stood buck naked, gazing at her whilst she started back at me.
Finally she said, “So you’re him,” with a jerk of her head toward the statue.
“Part of him, at least,” I said.
She got up out of the chair, laughing. “Yes. I can see which part.”
She had long hands, and a colorless face in which the large eyes were also pale. There was length to her body, the waist willowy, her neck curved like the neck of swan. She was wearing a denim skirt and a halter top, and her thin feet were bare.
I say “girl” because she was much younger than Miss Charlotte; no more than thirty, I would say, though I’m not much to tell the age of a woman. Even the way she walked, as she circled me inspecting my body front and rear, was lazy, as though she were so tired she wasn’t sure she could take the next step.
“I can see what Charlotte was talking about,” she said, coming before me to look into my face. A worry crease showed between her pale, corner-tilted eyes. “But I don’t understand why she felt it necessary to have me on the scene.”
“Maybe she just wanted to see you,” I said politely.
She gave me a look out of the edge of her eyes. “Oh, yes, she wanted to see me, all right. We’re lovers, you know.”
She wasn’t English, like Miss Charlotte. I couldn’t tell much about her accent. She wasn’t from around Pass Robin, though.
“Yes’m,” I said. “I know.”
“Isn’t the idea shocking to a Gulf Coast redneck like you?”
“No’m,” I said politely. “I reckon not.”
“We’ve been together for a long time,” she said in a secure sort of voice. “Five years, almost.” She stopped talking. Her eyes were on Him, where He hung waiting to take His pose when Miss Charlotte came. “Do you know how women make love to each other?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “Miss Charlotte told me all about it.”
Her pale eyes having caught a deep glow, suddenly she was prettier. “We were home from the airport by eight o’clock last night, and we didn’t get to sleep until three this morning. It was . . .lovely.” She kept watching me for some sort of reaction to the ideas she was planting in my head. “What do you think about that?”
“It must be nice,” I said.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” She laughed, sort of nastily. “Don’t you think it’s a terrible waste, for two lovely women to deny men the abuse of their bodies?”
“I reckon people do whatever it is they like the best,” I said, calmly refusing to get into an argument. I moved my shoulders. “If it’s what turns you on, who am I to say you nay?”
She sneered at me. “But, like any man, you secretly believe I’d a lot rather have you. Isn’t that it? Let me tell you, Johnny Stud, a man doesn’t know what love can be.”
“I ain’t no stud,” I said, wishing Charlotte would come on. For the first time, she was running late.
To my relief, here she came. “Well, hello,” she said. “Are you two getting acquainted?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I reckon so,” watching while Miss Charlotte went to put her arms around Vi and kiss her on the mouth. They stood holding each other, smiling, their bodies so close you couldn’t tell where the one left off and the other began.
“Did you get enough sleep?” Charlotte said tenderly.
Vi yawned. “Oh, I’ll take a nap after a while, while you’re working.”
Charlotte turned toward me. “Well, what do you think, Vi? Isn’t he all I said he was?”
The two lesbian women were studying me with cool eyes. It didn’t bother me; by now I had got used to Miss Charlotte’s ways.
Vi shrugged. “It’s a fine cock, if you care for that sort of thing.” I wanted to tell her He wasn’t an It, but I didn’t.
Charlotte got intense. “Oh, better than that, Vi. He’s the immortal cock of the world. At least, He will be when I get through with Him.”
She came close, put the flat of her hand on my hip, stroking down my flank to grip His head in a tender hand. “But to do such a great work, Vi, I must know Him inside and out, be able to sketch Him in my sleep. I thought it would be simple, but it isn’t, Vi, there are terrible complexities, it’s Thing and Idea, and physical and spiritual, all very simple and yet so terribly complex. I’m still learning Him, Vi. The deeper I go, the deeper I have to go.”
She was still stirred up by the talking, she had taken away her hand and was pacing back and forth, one fist clenched in her effort to make Vi understand.
“That’s why I had to have you, Vi. You must help me understand, help me see, help me to create the great thing I shall create out of Him. Do you understand, Vi?”
“Oh, Charlotte, you always get so carried away with your work,” Vi said in her lazy voice. She looked at me. She looked back at Charlotte. “You know I’ve always admired what you do. But I’ve never been able to help you with it.”
“This time, though, you can help.” Miss Charlotte paused. “You’re going to fuck this cock for me, Vi. Understand? You will take Him into your body, you will know Him, you will use Him like He was meant to be used.”
“For God’s sake, Charlotte!” The girl was truly shocked. “If I’d know that was what you had in mind, I wouldn’t have got on that plane. You know I hate the very idea of a man.”
“Vi, you’re bi, and don’t deny it,” Charlotte said.
“I used to be,” Vi said deeply. “Before I met you. But now . . .” She put her arms around Charlotte, holding her fiercely. “I can’t even think about a man now. The very idea makes me ill . .” Her whole body shuddered with disgust, while she clung to her lover like a little lost girl.
Charlotte hugged her. “If you love me, you’ll do it for me,” she begged. “I must have your help. Not just to know Him, understand Him, feel Him . . . there’s also the physical problem of keeping Him on His toes. I can’t work with anything less than a full erection, you see, and, like the boy says, He’s got a mind of His own. I’ve done everything I can think of to keep Him interested. But it gets more difficult every day.”
“No,” Vi said, stubbornness edging her voice. “I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”
Charlotte caught her by the waist, turned her facing her, looked deeply into her eyes. “Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Vi said slowly. “You know I do.”
“Then you’ll do it. For me.” She took a deep breath. “You will sit quietly and watch while we work. While you watch, you will hold in your mind what it will feel like to have Him plunging into you. You will desire it deeply, you will feel it truly. And then . . . when we’re through posing for the day, you will fuck Him, you will suck Him, you will do all the things a man and a woman do together. While I observe, while I learn . . and it will also be a reward for Him . . .”
She paused triumphantly, looking now at me. “See? Look, Vi. He’s already up and ready, just hearing what’s going to happen. I didn’t even have to touch Him.”
I looked down. It was true. His head was red and throbbing. He was jerking impatiently, thrusting toward the pale girl with that mind of His own.
Charlotte, forgetting the talk, hurried to her work place and began slapping the clay, shaping it, building it, her eyes so greedy on Him I could practically feel their burning.
“Oh, that’s lovely, that’s the best yet,” she breathed. “That’s what I needed, oh, yes!” She glanced at her friend. “Just sit down over there, Vi, and do like I said. Look at this wonderful cock, think about Him, know you’re going to use Him . . . Oh, yes, lovely, wonderful, marvelous . . .” Her hands were building the best modeling of Him she had done yet; even I could tell that.
Vi went obediently to sit on the edge of the long chair. I reckoned she must know, by now, how important it was to her friend to make her great work of art, for she did what she had been told to do. While I stood looking at her, her long hands and her long feet, and all the body in between, thinking that I hadn’t ever had nothing to do with a woman who didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I kept wondering how it would turn out to be.
Charlotte knew what she was doing, all right, when she had called Vi into the picture. He kept His stand longer than ever before, without her having to stop work to keep Him that way. I wondered why it was He could stay so damned ready for something that didn’t want Him in the first place. But that’s just how contrary He could be; the more I thought about it, the warmer I got, because it would just have to be different from anything me and Him had ever experienced. My old ladies, one and all, they was so greedy He hardly had time to get ready before they had jumped Him like a mad dog on a bone. Oh, she would be cold and slow, I knew it as well as anything, and she would make up her mind to hate every minute of it. But He had the confidence in Himself, you see; just let Him get in there and root around, He’d make a place for Himself, all right.
After the longest time, of course, He finally eased off the peak of expectation; you can’t expect a fellow to live on hope alone. The minute she noticed, Miss Charlotte stopped in her feverish work and stepped back, tired but happy.
“It’s the best yet,” she muttered. “Can’t quit now, I’ve got to finish it, got to be able to look at it whole, visualize how it will go with the statue.” She raised her head. “Vi, take off your clothes.”
“Charlotte!”
“Please. You must! Please.”
With such raggedness of begging in her voice, Vi could do aught else but what Miss Charlotte asked. Standing, she began slowly unfastening the halter. She showed me small breasts, with very large nipples, shaped like a pear is shaped, and well separated one from the other. Her rib cage was bony, so think I could see her breathing. He began to perk up again.
She unfastened the belt of her denim wrap-around, let it fall to the floor. Didn’t have on anything under it, which was a nice surprise; He sprang to attention at the very idea that she had been sitting there all this time as naked as a jaybird under her dress.
Her body was a surprise, too. Though I had viewed her as thin and bony, her belly and hips showed a surprising lushness. Her flanks were wide though thin, with nice shadings down into the bush of hair. And that was just the finest surprise of all; black and very thick, like a mat between her legs, square across the top like a woman is but running down the insides of her thighs because it hadn’t been trimmed in the longest time. The hair of her head was pale gold, long and straight to her shoulders, and I wondered how she could have black hair in one place and pale gold another. Maybe she tinted one or the other, I don’t know.
So I stood there looking, thinking about what was hidden behind that enormously thick bush, and Charlotte was back at work again, not frantic to build this time, but slow and delicate, concentrating on the tiny shapings and sculptings that suddenly made the clay into a cock that was realer than real.
“Go close and touch Him,” she said. “Just touch Him now, Vi.”
“I don’t think I have to,” Vi said, making a small laugh. Then she did a strange thing. She had been looking at Him, like I had been looking at her, with the sort of fascination she hadn’t shown before. Suddenly, though, she bit her lip and raised her eyes to my eyes. Gazing directly into me, a look crossed her face like unto a stroke of pain running deep through her body.
She turned her head quickly, and wouldn’t look at me again until Miss Charlotte stopped, standing empty as she gazed upon her work.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s very good.”
Vi went to inspect the piece. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, it is.”
Charlotte, so pleased with the quiet words, put one hand warmly on her friend’s arm. “Thank you, Vi,” she said. “You understand now, don’t you?”
“As much as anyone who isn’t an artist can understand,” Vi said.
They were so close, I was just left out in the cold. But then Miss Charlotte, putting her arm around her friend’s waist, turned Vi’s naked body toward me.
“All right. The rest of it now.”
“It’s not necessary now, is it?” the girl said, her voice rising on a note of panic. “The work is done.”
“This is just a model. It must be done on the statue, you see, and I’m not ready yet for that. There’ll be another preliminary model tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.” Charlotte shook her head. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before I dare risk . . .”
“But you’re through for the day, aren’t you?” Vi, in her turn, was begging now,, as Miss Charlotte had begged before. “So what difference does it make?”
“One can’t make the promise and then break it, can one?” Charlotte said seriously. “That would ruin Him completely, don’t you see that? Tomorrow He might well refuse entirely. One must, above all, be honest with a cock.” She stood away from the girl. “I won’t let you cheat, Vi. You must go through with it, because you let Him believe that you would.”
Vi shuddered. “But . . . Charlotte . . .”
Charlotte turned to me. “Go over there and lie down. He’s going to get fucked now. Just as promised.”
Miss Charlotte had the Indian sign on Vi, all right; when Charlotte took her elbow, she came along meek as any lamb to gaze upon me laying ready on the daybed.
“I want you on top,” Charlotte told the girl. She glanced at me. “You just lie there, let Vi do all the work. Is that all right?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “However you want it, that’s all right with me.”
“Charlotte,” Vi said in a voice that was raw with hurt. “You’re really going to make me fuck this man?”
“I’ll be right beside you, kneeling close enough to touch,” Charlotte said softly. “Because I must see it, I must experience it with you, through you . . .” She gave the girl a little push. “Go on now.”
The girl slowly laid her naked body between my spread legs. The long hair fell down over her face, so that she pushed it to one side. Her eyes were wide and still as she gazed upon Him. I waited for her to look at me again, deep into my eyes like she had done before, but she wouldn’t look into my face.
Instead she reached out a trembling hand to tilt him ready. Her lip was bitten between upper and lower teeth, her face was suffering with the need to please her friend. With such cringing that I began to feel sorry for her, she lodged His head in the upper part of her cunt, just barely touching. The instant she felt Him, she shuddered, turning her head pleadingly toward her lover.
Charlotte wouldn’t be denied. Her eyes bright and seeing, she was beside us, close enough to put her hand into the small of the girl’s back, pressing her down onto the greased pole of His enormous erection.
She took Him slowly, hurtingly into a cunt as cold as ice. But she did take Him, deep and true, then lay stretched out absolutely still on top of me. She was taller than I was, so she laid her face into my shoulder to hide from my eyes . . . and maybe from Charlotte’s. I kept as still as she did, feeling her tight and cold. Miss Charlotte’s curious hand found my balls, making Him jerk.
“Fuck, Vi,” Charlotte said urgently. “You must fuck Him, Vi.”
Vi didn’t answer to the command. Maybe she couldn’t. She could only lay still, taking Him to the hilt like a knife into her guts, and on her cheek that touched my cheek I could feel the wetness of her tears.
Something moved inside of me. A feeling for the girl, yes, but also an excitement from knowing that she didn’t want Him there. A sort of a rape, I reckon, and it did turn Him on. And me feeling, along with the lust, a pity that was close to love, so that I wanted to turn her under me, fuck her so nicely that she’d be bound to answer to Him with everything that was in her to answer with.
I wasn’t supposed to do any such as that, though, and I knew Miss Charlotte would put a stop to it right away. So I stroked her, there on the inside, without moving on the outside, just a tiny, gently movement of His head to let her know He liked being where He was. Her body tightened, whether for it or against it I couldn’t tell, so I stroked her again. I hadn’t known a fellow could fuck a woman without moving, but I was doing it; we were sneaking it on Charlotte, right enough, making love secretly on the inside while to all outward appearances we remained still and cold. Except that Miss Charlotte, with her hand warm to my balls, must have felt what I was doing to the girl; but somehow that didn’t disturb in the least the secret closeness.
Vi was warming. She didn’t want to, but there was a secret flow of wetness and of warmth, and suddenly her cheek was tight against my cheek. She understood the secretness, too, she welcomed it, she was letting me know she was there, too. So for the longest while I fucked her in that manner, until her pussy started working, too, not only answering Him but leading Him on.
“You mustn’t just lie there, you know,” Charlotte said from all the way out there in the outside world where we could scarcely hear her words. “You must do Him nicely, love, do Him nicely.”
Vi raised her head, the arch of her neck sending a leverage through her long body that pressed us even closer, and looked into my eyes. In her eyes there showed a warm, small laughter that was the joke between me and her, a big joke against Charlotte way out there in the cold world, and all of a sudden, still holding cold on the outside, she came in a sudden gush of liquid warmth that just damn nigh drowned Him. I smiled, she smiled; it was such a wonderful secret to share.
Then, only then, she obeyed Charlotte’s demand, sliding herself up and down the throbbing pole. Charlotte chuckled, saying, “That’s the girl, He’s coming now, He’s getting ready for it,” because she still had her hand on my balls, you see, and could feel what was happening. Bi fucked, not wildly, but slowly, gently, lovingly, and when I came she took it with another small secret coming of her own. Then she laid her body down on mine, and for the minute we were warm and close.
Charlotte slapped her hand on Vi’s bare ass in a sudden cheerfulness. “Now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
With the coarse words, I felt Vi’s cunt tightening turning cold. In a sudden movement, she rolled herself away and stood up. “I hated every minute of it,” she said angrily and stalked naked out of the room.
I think she went away, though, because she didn’t want to look at me; she didn’t dare share the secret any longer, for fear Charlotte would see it too.
I’ll tell you how I knew; the very next morning the minute I came through the door, Vi was all over me, her long arms around me it seemed like two or three times, her mouth hot and frantic on my mouth, while she laid her hips so tight I could feel the shape of her pussy through the thin nightie.
“Come on, come on, hurry,” she whispered between snatching one handful of kisses after the other. “Charlotte’s still asleep, but we’d better hurry.”
I just stood there. “We can’t do that,” I told her.
She pressed herself even closer. “Why not? It’s our chance to do it by ourselves, without Charlotte hovering over us like a mother hen. Hurry.” With an amazing strength of passion, she dragged me toward the daybed.
“But what about the posing?” I said. “He’s got to be up and doing for the job of work.”
“Who cares about that?” she said, whispering again. “Except Charlotte, I mean. You and I …”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Now, listen here, girl,” I said. “I don’t aim to do nothing to ruin Charlotte’s work, I’ll tell you that here and now.”
She stood for a second, gazing at me. “You mean you want it as bad as she does?”
“I sure do,” I said. “Why, just think of it! After I’m dead and gone, He’ll be standing there forever for the whole world to admire.”
She had quit listening at the first word. Because, going to her knees, her hands were busy at my belt buckle. She unzipped the pants, shoved them down, pushed down the Jockey shorts, and buried her face into my crotch.
“You’ve got to,” she was saying over and over again. “I must have Him just once without Charlotte watching. I’ve . . .”
I put both hands tenderly on the top of her head. “So you liked Him after all,” I said. “You really liked Him.”
She gazed up wildly, both hands on Him now, stroking and petting. “Like Him?” she said. “Even when I was having men, I never found anything like Him.” She put her face against Him, kissing Him, smelling Him deeply with deep breathings of her whole body. And let me tell you, that fellow knew He had won the woman!
“What are you doing, Vi?” Charlotte said from the doorway.
Vi stared frantically toward Charlotte. In a despairing move, knowing she had been caught out she took Him into her mouth, pulling deeply to bring Him to full erection. Then, leaning away, she got slowly to her feet.
“He looked sort of lackadaisical this morning, so I was getting Him ready for you,” she said, sauntering carelessly toward the long chair she liked to lie in.
“No need to be so frantic about it, is there?” Charlotte said dryly. “Couldn’t you wait until the boy could get his clothes off, at least?”
“I thought I was doing you a favor, Charlotte,” Vi said angrily.
Charlotte shook her head. “Vi, you always were bi, and you know it.”
Vi flung around, her whole body flouncing inside the thin nightgown. “Not since I met you, Charlotte, as you well know,” she cried. “I’ve never been unfaithful to you, with man or woman. After all, fucking Him was your own big idea, wasn’t it? It wasn’t anything I wanted to do.”
“You’ll have Him again, Vi, don’t worry about that. But you must wait until I’m through for the day.” She turned to me. “Get your pants all the way off and let’s get to work.”
“I don’t care,” Vi said with sullen stubbornness. “It’s all in aid of your art, you know.”
That was how it went that day, Vi waiting sullen and silent as Charlotte worked. Because I was looking at her all the time, and remembering, there wasn’t any problem about keeping Him at a stand, so Charlotte got a whole new model of Him, starting from scratch and finished with the tiniest detail. It was a wonder how she could make the clay take shape and form from her strong hands; and this time, it seemed like, her hands were surer and swifter than ever before.
She worked so hard, so focused on the fruit of her hands, it was like she wasn’t even in the room with us. Only once did He droop out of His conviction, at which Vi, with a wriggle of her body, simply pulled her nightgown up to her waist, so I could gaze upon the black bush that hid her treasure. It brought Him jerking to attention.
“Fine, Vi, that’s just wonderful,” Charlotte said in a faraway voice, her hands busy with the finishing touches, her thumbnail shaping the groove under the eye. Vi smiled, made a face, and put her hand down between her legs. He throbbed again, because all of a sudden our secret was alive again between us.
Charlotte stood back, wiping her hands on her apron. “All right, Vi, he’s all yours now. Just let me wash my hands and I’ll join you.” Her head came up with an alert lift, so that I knew she’d been looking forward to reward time also. “I want you on top, and Vi on the bottom.”
I want to tell you, she had to wash her hands and get there quick, because Vi was suddenly over on the daybed, shedding her nightgown as she went. As I moved to stand over her, looking down into her waiting face, she was lying long and straight, her legs together, her toes pointed. The big nipples were standing up, just ruby red with ardor, and there was a secret little catlike smile on her mouth.
She didn’t move as I leaned down to her, so that I had to place my knees on the outside of her legs. She reached one hand to guide Him, her legs still tight together, so that He lodged and then had to push hard to get inside where He wanted to be.
“Damn it, wait a minute, you two, don’t be in such a great hurry,” Charlotte called.
Hurring though she was, by the time she got there He was already deep, and I want to tell you, it wasn’t like yesterday, cold and flinchy, no sir, as Vi wrapped her long arms around my head to whisper into my ear, “All inside, like yesterday. All inside.”
So I laid still, though on top this time, and stroked her throbbingly, whilst she made her secret answer, going immediately into the throes, the warmth and wetness gushing, and I nearly lost it myself because we had been waiting and thinking for such a long time know, with yesterday’s memory to help us along.
The secret fucking was so strong in us, it didn’t matter that Charlotte was sitting behind, where she could see my balls, and touch them, and stroke my ass whilst doing it. I gazed into Vi’s slanty eyes; then I laid my mouth to her warm mouth, and she took my tongue as I began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes that opened her up. Yes, sir. With each down stroke she was open more, her legs parting and lifting and then locking into the small of my back, and she was going with me, saying, “Ah, aah, aaah,” and we were into it, rocking frantically, reaching deeper and deeper and hotter and hotter, until it all went off like a great big explosion and it wasn’t a secret no more, no sir, you could have heard us all over the house, it was so wild and noisy.
“Now, Vi, you can’t say you didn’t like that,” Charlotte’s voice said from somewhere far off.
But she wasn’t a part of us, not yet, because as I lay on the girl she began stroking Him inside, and before I could catch my breath, we were off again, sweeter this time and somehow nicer, and just so marvelous it made me think of all my old ladies rolled into one great big fuck.
That finished it, as far as I was concerned, but I wasn’t anxious to leave her. Nor her to let me go; we lay looking into each other’s eyes again, quiet now, smiling, and it didn’t matter in the least that the secret was out.
I felt, then, the sting of Charlotte’s hand on my bare buttock. I got up. Charlotte said, “I truly desired your cooperation, Vi, but I didn’t expect you to be so wholehearted about it.”
“What did you expect?” Vi said defiantly. “After all, you told me it was the greatest cock in the world.”
“Yes,” Charlotte said in a strange, tight voice. “Yes, He is, isn’t He?”
I was busy finding my Jockey shorts, so I didn’t know what was going on until I happened to turn around. Then I saw that Charlotte’s head was between Vi’s legs, her arms under Vi’s ass to prop her up to it, and was just going to town with the licking and the loving. Vi glanced at me, smiling, and kept on smiling even as her legs locked strongly around her women lover’s head and her hips began to grind against the busy tongue.
When they were done, Vi just laid there like a wrung-out dishrag. Charlotte turned on me most angrily, saying, “Well, I love the girl. Don’t you see that I love the girl.”
“Ma’am, it’s all right with me,” I assured her.
She smiled then. “Yes. I think it is,” she said in her usual clipped tone of voice. We were as suddenly friends again as we had become jealous lovers so the same girl.
Was the beginning. In the days that followed, me and Vi got to make love when the modeling was finished with, and it didn’t matter that Charlotte was right there with us, running the whole show. She made me fuck the girl every way a man can do a woman: dog fashion; with Vi sitting on my lap; standing up; with legs open and legs closed . . . you wouldn’t believe all the inventions and variations I learned during that time. We even tried out some of the postures in that dirty book Miss Charlotte had showed me, and though I found a body can’t be as limber as a snake, it can sometimes come pert nigh to it.
I also learned about women together, because every time me and Vi got through with each other, Charlotte had to make her run, too. It was not just mouth to pussy, either; Charlotte had what practically amounted to a little dick peeping out of her pussy, and could fuck the girl practically like I did. I must say, though I don’t rightly understand how, they did seem to pleasure one another. I must admit, however much it sounds like bragging, that Vi, whilst making love with Charlotte, was always looking at me, remembering Him in the deeps of her eyes. Just no way to destroy that little secret we had started between ourselves without Miss Charlotte’s knowing about it.
Afterward, they’d lie quietly in each other’s arms. But, all the time, they were talking about Him. Charlotte asked ten thousand questions about how it felt to have Him inside of her, how He compared with other cocks she had known, just everything; she wanted to know and smell and understand all there was about it. Vi, with patience and great understanding of the need that drove Charlotte into her great work, did her best. And, it seemed, told it awfully well, because, listening to them talk, He would come to a stand all over again with His own recollections.
So the work went well. Miss Charlotte happily made model after model, saying each one was better, and just any day now I expected her to begin modeling the last great final cock on the waiting sculpture.
Somehow or another, she didn’t seem to get there, though with each passing day she spent more and more time gazing at the unfinished piece, walking around it, putting her hands here and there on it’s slopes and moldings. It was bothering her pretty bad; she got tighter of mind and grimmer of mouth,, because she had expected, I could tell, to be able to do it by now, and it scared her that it wasn’t there in her like she had counted on.
Come the day she didn’t work with her hands at all. To all intents and purposes, she had gone as far as she could go with the separate modelings. So it was now or never; that was finished, but the next part, the sculpture itself, hadn’t yet come to her.
She was in a tizzy, all right. She spent the morning pacing back and forth between me and the statue. She’d first feel Him, with careful, knowing fingers; then she’d put both hands to the statue, stroking it and stroking it. Then back once more to Him. She stroked my body, which she had not done before, her hands sliding over the slope of my ass and circling around my waist and down my legs all the way to my calves. Her hands were trying to learn either whole body, not just Him, which was what she had focused on before. She looked so puzzled, so hurt, that I just ached for her; Vi, sensing it too, stayed quiet and still.
Somehow, we knew, couldn’t either one of us help Miss Charlotte anymore. Something inside of her, by her alone, had to be worked out. Suddenly me and the girl were strangers, because she was working the deepest part of herself, digging hard, knowing that if she failed now, she would fail for all time, and the immortal cock would never be created. At least, not by her.
After it had gone on so for two or three hours, in which she looked older and tireder and scareder with each passing minute, she finally stopped halfway between me and the unfinished work. She looked from it to Him, and back again.
“I simply must face it, mustn’t I?” she said quietly. “There really is but one way for a woman to know a man’s cock.” She gazed at the statue, she gazed at Him. “You must fuck me,” she said, her voice so quiet and still it hurt to hear her.
“Charlotte!” Vi cried out.
Charlotte turned to her. “I’ve always said I’d do anything for my art, darling,” she said gently. “I’ve never known until now just what the declaration could entail. But . . .”
Vi pouted. “You just want to fuck a man,” she said like a jealous child, just absolutely refusing to understand what it was driving Miss Charlotte. “Don’t try to kid me, lover. All this time you’ve been watching and wanting, haven’t you? You want it, that great, nasty cock inside of you . .”
“You needn’t see it if you’d rather not, darling.” Quiet and still in voice, but I could see how shaken Charlotte was by her lover’s jealousy. “But it shall happen. If it doesn’t happen, I can’t finish the work. It’s as straightforward as that.”
“You bitch, you can’t full me!” Vi said, putting her hands to her face and beginning to cry. “It’s all right if I’m bi, but you can’t be too! You simply can’t betray me. Maybe with another girl, a prettier girl, but not with a man . . .”
But Charlotte was looking at me, I was looking at Charlotte, and suddenly Vi, in all her jealous tears, was nothing but a raging child somewhere way off younger, nothing to do with two grown-up people in a grown-up world where great things get done.
I understood, you see. I reckon I had understood it all from the very moment Miss Charlotte had told me why she wanted to use Him as a model for the great cock of all time. Something in me, I do believe, had known it would have to come to this in the end, so that all the time she had been shaping and modeling clay I had been shaping and modeling myself – and Him – for the hour in which it would have to happen.
I understood; not in a thinking sort of way, you know, because I never have been much of a thinker. It was Billy, my twin brother who died of a fever when we were nine years old, who was the good thinker. Only in a feeling sort of way; though I had always counted Billy as the one of us two who had also felt things the best and truest. But it didn’t matter, Billy was with me in both thinking and feeling in that moment when I did what I had to do, moving to Miss Charlotte and lifting her in my arms and taking her to the daybed.
As I carried her to the place where it would happen, she put both arms around my neck, clinging to me, and I was surprised by how light she was, how small in my arms. Beside the daybed, I stood her on her feet and began taking off her clothes. She waited quietly until at last she stood naked alongside my nakedness. I picked her up again; I kissed her deep and true; I laid her down.
She was like a warm doll under the strength of my hands. I had to lift her knees, open her thighs. She flinched, just once, when I put Him in her. Feeling the flinch, I eased Him slowly, very gently, but making her know Him every inch, insisting against the unwillingness of her flesh, until I lay deep and true.
I thought it was time to move then, but she laid a hand to each of my shoulders. “Be still,” she whispered. “Let me feel Him. I must feel Him.”
So I let her feel Him. Her eyes, her face, were far away. She was not cold, as Vi had been cold, but she was not warm, either. Once again I thought the time had come to fuck, but she stopped me again. “I must feel Him like a woman feels,” she whispered. “It’s very difficult. Very difficult. But I must.”
I waited for her. After a very long time, a small smile came to her lips, and she said, “Yes. That’s it, isn’t it? He really is a lovely cock, isn’t He?”
“The greatest in the world,” I said, whispering too. “You told me He was. You were the one who knew.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Of course.” Taking her hands from my shoulders, she put them to each side of my face, holding my head to kiss me. Her mouth was cool, strange; I couldn’t help but feel that it hadn’t worked, couldn’t work, because He wasn’t, after all, what I, and Miss Charlotte, had believed Him to be.
Charlotte said, in a normally loud voice this time, “You can begin now. Begin, please.”
I began. But I knew it had to be easy. If I failed now, Miss Charlotte would fail. And her flesh was so tender, so frightened of the manhood it had taken unto itself. So it took a long time, during which I fucked her with tiny movements, fearful of bruising her, hurting her, making her flinch again. Then, just a little bit stronger, a little bit longer, and she was trying – oh, yes, God – she was trying with all that was in her. And suddenly it was like a high gate to a strong fort had clattered down to let in the enemy; she was truly feeling it, her flesh waking, and she gasped slightly, knowing, as I knew, that she had surrendered that which she had been holding back in spite of all desire to know Him to the hilt.
It took much time yet, faster and stronger and fiercer and without end, even when I lost it, a man being able to stand only so much, it banging out of Him into her. I heard her sigh of disappointment, so I whispered, “That’s just for openers, we’re just getting started now, it’s not done with yet, not by a long shot,” and she made a glad little sound.
She was wetter now, with my witness, and warmer, and we built it all over again, until another gate went down, one we hadn’t known about until it wasn’t there anymore; and so, slowly, reluctantly, needfully, she became the woman to my man and started fucking me of her own accord, so that it was all there, solid and great, and she knew now, oh, yes, she knew, I could read in her hot flesh all the great knowing she had needed to know for the sake of her great work.
It was done, then, with me lying on her and her holding me in her arms, whispering, “Oh, my darling, my darling, my darling,” her voice as soft and sweet and warm as her body.
But only for a minute, two minutes, before I knew she wanted me to take Him out of her body. I did so, reaching down to lift her to her feet. She came into my arms, huddling close and warm.
But only for another minute before she drew away, to show me a tearstained face and a trembling mouth. “You are a marvelous boy,” she said. “With a marvelous cock. But of course you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I know that.”
“And more,” she said fiercely. “So much more.” She pushed at me with her hands. “Now, get away. Leave me alone. I must be alone.”
I understood this, also. I hurried to put on my clothes and get out of her sight. As Charlotte went to her work place, she glanced carelessly at Vi and told her to get out too.
“Go make love to the boy, if that’s what you want,” she said. “But not here. Somewhere else.”
We got out of there. But not before Charlotte commanded me not to go away, but wait outside until she called me. So I sat on a garden bench in the shade, watching Vi fidget and turn. She was still mad at both of us, just eaten up with jealousy.
Until finally she flung herself around, saying, “Well, if she can fuck you, so can I. Come on, we’ll go to the bedroom.” She made a nasty sound of her voice. “We’ll do it where Charlotte and I sleep together.”
“Vi, I can’t do that,” I said.
She put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “What do you mean, you can’t do it? You’re a stud, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “I ain’t no stud. And I can’t do it, Vi. I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.”
I knew I couldn’t explain it to her. If I could have explained it, she couldn’t have understood. Because she was nothing but an angry, jealous child. And maybe she didn’t know whether to be jealous of me because of Miss Charlotte, or jealous of Miss Charlotte because of me.
The hours passed slowly. Noon came, hunger in my belly coming with it, but I didn’t make a move to satisfy it. At some time or other, I don’t know exactly when, Vi had disappeared into the house. She didn’t come back, so I sat all by myself while the blazing Gulf Coast sun slanted toward the ending of the day.
It was near to the horizon when suddenly I raised my head to see Miss Charlotte standing across the garden. “You can come now,” she said, in a voice so tired it was hard to believe.
I went to where she stood. Her shoulders were drooping; her face was empty. I touched her shoulder with one hand. “Is it done?”
“Yes,” she said. “It is done. Come and see.”
As we turned to go together, she put her arm around my waist, just as natural as could be. So I laid my arm to her waist, and together we walked to the sun porch, separating only to pass through the door. Then we stood together again, each touching the other, to gaze upon the finished work.
“It’s all there, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes’m,” I said. “It sure is.”
“It’s Him,” she said. “And He is great.”
“Yes,” I said.
I can’t tell you how I felt, looking upon what she had made. It had taken the all of her to do it – even the woman part of herself that she had fought so hard against having to use – but she had done it. And so, though I would come to death like all men, He would live on forever. A great Him.
“It’s done now,” she said, the tiredness showing again in her voice. “Of course, I must make the mold and cast Him in bronze. But that’s only work, technique.” She turned to me. “So I shan’t see you again.”
I looked at her. “But you’ll have to see me. Won’t you?”
“I shan’t see you again,” she said firmly. She walked away, taking away the nearness between us. “Before you go, I have something for you. I’ll bring it.”
She went away, to return quickly, trailed by a sad-looking Vi. Miss Charlotte had in her hands a golden chain, the lines massive, heavy, as she lifted it over my head to hang against my chest.
“I made it myself,” she said, smiling. “So you must keep it forever.”
“I will,” I said. “But . . .”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the mouth. “Thank you, dear boy,” she said softly. “You were all I wished you to be. And more. So much more.”
“But . . .” I said.
She shook her head. “I’m quite satisfied with my life, darling.” She made her voice sound light and easy with the words. She glanced at Vi. “Can’t you see that?”
“But you won’t be,” I said. “And then I’ll be gone.”
She turned her head quickly. “Yes. You’ll be gone.” I didn’t move. So she added, “It’s over, dear boy. Finished. There is nothing between us anymore. We have done it all now, and it would be a mistake to try to keep on.”
I thought about it for a while. Then I nodded, feeling sad. “Yes’m. I reckon so.”
I turned to look at the statue again, to gaze upon Him one last time in all His everlasting life. I felt a happiness growing in me, taking the place of the sadness, so that I could smile too, now, and say, “We did it, didn’t we, Charlotte?”
Her voice was happy. “Yes. We did it.”
“Oh, God, you two,” Vi said in a disgusted voice. “I’m going to punish you for this, Charlotte. Oh, boy, how I’m going to punish you.”
“Yes, darling,” Charlotte said quietly. “You will need to punish me, won’t you?” She might as well have been talking to a child. Because she turned to me, smiling tenderly, and held out her hand. “Goodby, boy. Go well.”
I took her hand. “I will, Miss Charlotte. And . . . thank you.”
There was more to say. But I couldn’t say it. Because I was empty now. God, I couldn’t begin to feel how empty I was as I walked out of her workroom for the last time. There was nothing in front of me, nothing at all that I could see, or feel, or know about.
But little did I know that, so soon, the immortal cock I was leaving behind would bring me to an adventure the likes of which I had not known in my life up till then.
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This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please…no…police…no…police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited…and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed…of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry…I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and…felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter…please. Rub them and squeeze them…hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.
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6 months later….
I wake up to my cell phone ringing at 3am i look at my caller ID it’s Julie
“Hello Jim hello hello”
“hello Julie what’s wrong”
“can I come over”
“sure what’s wrong”
“I I I can’t tell you”
“baby I love you I’m getting dressed right now I’ll be there in a couple of minutes please tell me what’s wrong”
“I’ll tell you when we get back to your house ok”
At this Time I noticeably hear her softly crying and sobbing her voice is wobbly and scared
“Julie I’m getting in my car I’ll be there in 2 minutes ok”
“Jim please don’t hang up”(full out crying)
“Julie calm down I’m not going to hang up ok baby I love you”
By this time I’m getting upset I can’t stand to hear her crying it makes me feel like I got punched in the stomach i hop in my 93 v8 5.0 fox body ford mustang that my parents bought for me for a birthday present I start it and tear out of my drive way she lives a mile and a half away I sped all the way there I turn right onto her street almost hitting a light post I screech to a halt in front of her house she’s sitting in her drive way her head between her knees crying against the garage door i jump out of my car and run to her I pick up from there
“Julie baby I’m here”
“Jim”(in-between sobs)
without hesitation I pick her up and place her in my passenger seat and roar into the night and take her into my house I carried her down the hall while she’s sobbing into my shoulder and her arms are around my neck I get into my room and place her on the bed gently I let her lay there for about an hour all the lights off and me sitting in my computer chair tears rolling down my face cause of how sad she is and how bad I feel because she’s crying I feel helpless I don’t know what’s wrong finally she calls my name
“Jim”
“yeah Julie”
“can you turn the light on”
“yes baby”(I turn the light on)
What I see next enrages me her right cheek bone area is red swollen and brused I walk up to her
“what the hell happened Julie”
“please don’t be mad”
“JULIE WHAT HAPPENED”
“my dad hit me”
“I’ll kill that basterd”(grabbing my keys)
“no baby no I told him I’m not ever going back to that house again I wanna live with you and your family can I”
“I don’t know but I’m not loseing you if they say no we will get our own place but my parents and siblings love you so I don’t think they’ll say no”
“Jim I love you not just love but am in love with you it’s a feeling deep within me it makes me feel complete noone has ever made or will make me feel like this except for you”(tears rolling down her face in pain but also in pure love)
“Julie iv seen you since 6th grade and have been going out with you for 6 months my 8th and 9th grade years you’ve brought me more happyness these months then in my whole life your what I live for who I live for the essence of my life in one word is you you helped me when I had a broken ankle through my physical therapy my ankle is stronger I enjoyed the whole summer not bits and pieces your the most beautiful girl in the world and i love you as much as the earth loves the sun ”
We lay there quietly until she falls asleep looking into my eyes I soon get up cover her up and walk into the bathroom and take a nice hot shower then head into the kitchen. I start making coffee and breakfast for my mom and dad so I can talk to them about Julie. mom and dad walk into the dining room ready for work
“mom dad”
“yeah”
“julies over she’s in my room her dad hit her and I went and got her early this morning ”
“WHAT is she ok ”
“yea a bit shaken up but I got her to calm down she’s sleeping I got a real serious question I have to ask both of you”
“what is it Jim””go ahead son”
“can she live here with me I mean us”(a second long pause)
“it’s ok with me “” of course she can I want her living here then with an abusive father”
“thanks mom dad I love you guys so much this means so much to me and her ”
“love you to Jim” “love ya son can you cut the grass today”
“sure dad mom I’m letting you know were not going to school for a couple of days ok”
“ok”
Right then my brother kc and sister zoey walk into the room he’s 10 she’s 7
“hey guys I wanna let you know Julie will be living with us from now on ok”
“why?”
“it’s a long story I might be able tell it to you if it’s ok with her but not right now get to school (wispering into their ears that I’ll pick them up early to get burgers an ice cream”)
I’m not an average teen I love my brother and sister alot they don’t annoy me and I like treating them to nice things when I can I keep my room for the most part clean and wash my dog porkchop everyday and keep myself trimmed up and sharp looking.
A couple hours later I’m watching overhauling and I hear foot steps and my name being called
“Jim”
“yeah Julie ”
“did you talk to your parents and can you get me an ice pack baby” (while sitting on the couch and changed into one of my big shirts)
“yes I did and sure” (handing her an ice pack and towel)
“and what did they say”
“they said absolutely they had no problem with it”
“thank you baby this means so much”
“don’t thank me thank them”
“I will”
” hey I told k and zoey that your living with us now they asked why I told them it has to be ok with you for me to tell them”
“it’s ok with me I wanna teach them correct way to hande things”
“ok I told them I’d pick them up early from school today”
I lifted the ice pack off of her face to check the point of impact
it was a bit swollen but she had a little bruising just a little noticeable skin discoloration but all in all
ok I removed the ice pack and planted a soft kiss as soon as I did this she turned and faced me a twinkle in her eyes and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips she kissed back
We sat there for 25/30 minutes just kissing and wiggling our hands all over each others bodies
my hand works up under her shirt I cup her b cup tits and rub and pinch her nipples she’s moaning with extacy
I tweak each nipple and she shutters through multiple mini orgasms
then I take one had and move her thong to her mid thigh and place my hand over her slit not touching her but I can feel the radiating heat from her short neatly trimmed pussy
that makes me get a horrible case of blue balls and my dick hurts but I’m saving every last drop of my seamen to enter my goddess my one my whole part of living Julie
I place a finger in my mouth and moisten it up and slide it slowly and sensually into her warm wet love hole I find her g spot I just graze it she moans from deep in her throat while shuttering
then without notice I full on rub her g spot and clit at the same time she let’s out a loud moan of lust while bucking her hips
I remove my finger and lick her love hole long and deep while rubbing her clit
I speed up the pace in minutes I have her moaning beyond belief a loud but deep at the same time she’s bucking her hips
She let’s out a scream of pure pleasure
as she has a hard orgasm she wraps her legs around my head and leans foreword encasing my whole head with her body spasiming as one beautiful function of pure pleasure this lasts 5 long beautiful miniutes while I’m sucking all of her juices in she starts to come down from her high
she lays back on the couch catching her breath while still twitching from her orgasm
After a few moments she said
“oh my god Jim that’s the hardest iv ever cum I’m still twitching and I barely can feel my legs”
“good I like to know I did a good job I also think you needed that to ease your mind ”
“it’s eased alright oh lookey here you havnt even undid your pants yet” (grabbing my 7 1/2 inch by 3 1/2 inch cock sending electricity straight through me )
” i couldn’t muster any words out her speed of undoing my pants was un matched even by my self soon enough my cock rocketed into view springing back n forth a couple of times before standing at attention she places her finger on the top of the helmet and said
“your an eager soljer arnt you”
I’m laying there desperate for relief then to my relief a wet warm mouths surrounded my cock I almost bust my nuts right there but I control
I get the best blow job of my life it lasts a horrifyingly long 15 minutes quicker slower deep throat just the helmet with hands
finally I tell her to stop not wanting to but having to so I can fulfill my lusts my desires
“get on your back”(she listens)
“Jim shove that solid peice of man meat into my pussy “(all I need to hear)
With one slow continuous action I bury my cock into her tight pussy she milks me I wanna cum so bad she’s up and moaning like a banshee again I focus
I pull out and then slam right back in within 2 minutesshe came 3 times and I’m dying for realease but wanna cum with Julie
I only have to wait for her 5th orgasm for 20 seconds before feelng the muscles in her love hole start to contract she screams in pure extacy hugs me tight and in the sexyest voice I ever herd
“cum with me baby put your baby milk in me” that sent me past the point of no return I jolted once spewing so hard I went numb in all my extremities except the one I was using and passed out
I awoke 10 minutes later with a clearly over satisfied girlfriend looking at me lovingly I kissed her and said
“that’s never happened to me before” she said
“it’s nice to know I did a good job”
“did you ever”
We laughed together
“well I got to go get kc and zoey you wanna come”
“sure”
We went and picked them up and ate she told the story to them and told them to never let our parents hit us unless it’s spanking has to be a good reason and never to hit their child unless it’s spanking
while she was telling them this I was looking at her she was glowing her blue eyes sparkled her blond hair fluttered in the cool sea breeze air on this warm florida day
she was so damn beautiful how did this beautiful creature find her way to me
why was I lucky to find the most beautiful intelligent sociable girl and she was all mine my best friend my girl friend and my middle school sweet heart
I’ll probably never kno why nor do I care to find out all I know is I love her with all of my soul
Part 3 is coming soon
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After much issue. i present the fourth act.
Hey guys this is my 2nd story hope you like it. I am currently working on more.
Fred and George encounter Harry’s book, and decide to put it to good use in their business venture. But first, some testing is required in The Pelican
I stand there, looking at the mirror, I realize just how nervous I am to meet you. I retouch my makeup and lipstick one last time. I stare at my body, like it wasn’t mine, almost not recognizing the woman in front of me. Her long dark hair, pulled up in the front but flowing down her back, leads to a loose deep red V-neck silk blouse that flows over her chest and down her stomach. The top of her breasts were clearly visible, her hard nipples pulling the material of her shirt. The blouse falls lightly over a black leather skirt that ends quite a few inches above her knees. As I stare at my clone in the mirror, I can see the tips of the black stockings at the edge of the skirt and my eyes travel downward to a pair of 3 inch high heels. I look at her face, the lipstick matching the shirt, the eyes showing the inside of my soul saying how much I want to go through with this. It’s hard to imagine a thirty two year old woman trying to look like a twenty two year old, but I made the transformation well or at least I hope I do.
I take a deep breath and then another for sanities sake and turn around to unlock the door with the key that was left at the desk. I have my instructions in my purse but I don’t need to look at them for they have been memorized for the past two weeks since I received them. I knew once I received your email that I would finally be able to take the next step with you. You have been training me for so long that it is hard to imagine this is our first meeting.
I slowly open the door and walk into the suite and say “Daddy, I’m home from college.”
I hear movement in the other room of the suite and then a door opens. I see him come out into the main room. He is forty eight years old, with just a little grey speckled through his dark black hair. His piercing deep blue eyes scan over my body quickly but thoroughly. Dressed casually but crisply in a pair of Dockers and a button down shirt, I notice the unbuckled belt is loose on his hips, just waiting to be pulled out and used. I shudder slightly as I realize just how much taller, bigger, and stronger he was then me, almost making me use my safe word before we even get started. But instead, I gulped away my fear and held my ground hoping that I please you.
“Baby Doll” he begins to exclaim, but then as he sees me, stops dead in his tracks. “Baby, what have you done with yourself? Where’s my little girl? Why are you dressed like that?” His shock and anger are becoming more noticeable as the questioning continues.
“Daddy, I got a makeover, don’t you just love it. Your little girl is all grown up. I did it as a graduation present for myself.” I said, hoping to relieve some of the awkwardness.
“Little girl, little girl; I do not see a little girl anymore. I don’t even see my daughter anymore for that matter. What I see is a slut. Who went on this makeover with you, Kat?” Daddy said angrily.
“Why Bobby my boyfriend did, Daddy. And Sarah, my roommate came along with her boyfriend Tommy. Sarah and I tried on outfits together. The guys said we looked sexy.”
“Sexy, that’s not sexy, Kat. That’s sluttish and whorish. Do you know what men do with sluts? Do you? They fuck them; that is what they do with them. Now I want to know right now if you are fucking your boyfriend.” Daddy said, angrily.
“Yes… yes Daddy,” I stuttered, hoping that if I tell the truth it might make things better. “He told me that he wanted to make me his woman.”
“You will be his woman? Baby, you are and always will be MY BABY, and your body belongs to me, no one else’s. Is that clear?”
With that he grabbed my arm, and pulled me over to the couch. I fought and tried to pull back, but he was much too strong for me and I fell over his knees and he held me tight with his arm.
“Daddy, no, please. Stop Daddy, you’re hurting me.” I pleaded with him as I felt his hand slap against my backside. “OUCH. Please, I’m too old to get a spanking.”
“No slut is ever too old for a spanking. And I am your Daddy and I will do what I please when I please to your butt and to the rest of your body for that matter.” With that, he started to rain slaps and spanks on my ass and thighs. I screamed, yelped and kicked and tried to get away, but Daddy held on tight to my waist. I tried with all my strength to cover my ass, but Daddy stopped, grabbed his belt, and tied my hands together over my head. He then pushed my legs under his so I was thoroughly under his control and could not move.
“There is no stopping me from punishing you baby. Now little sluts get a bare ass spanking, not one over their skirt.” With that, he pulls up the skirt over my cheeks and smiles, noticing that I am not wearing any panties. “No panties?” He said with feigned disbelief. “Now you really are going to be punished, my little slut.” He resumed spanking each of my cheeks with his hand until they were red and sore. After 10 minutes of the onslaught on my ass, totally resigned to my punishment my screams and cries turned to sobs and low moans. My thoughts drifted away to just feel the heat emanating from my ass. I could feel a slight rub with each slap almost rubbing away the pain. Daddy’s fingers were dragging across my cheeks before lifting up and spanking again, sliding in between my legs on occasion to loosen my thighs tightness. With the slaps and fingering, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and was sure Daddy could feel his thigh getting wet with my juices flowing down.
Finally, Daddy stopped my spanking and pushed me off his lap. “Up on your knees girl, it’s time to thank me for your punishment.”
Through the sobs, I slowly replied, “Thank you Daddy for punishing me when I disobeyed.” But as I was speaking, he unzipped his pants. I could see a fairly thick good sized cock already half hard with the tip glistening with precum. As soon as I finished speaking he thrust his cock in my mouth.
I was totally unprepared for his thick cock and started to gag immediately. He stopped, let me catch my breath and then slowly resumed fucking my mouth. I could taste his precum oozing out of the tip of his cock. It tasted salty and thick. I could only start to imagine what would happen once he came. I could feel the vein running along the length of his cock and as it slid up and down my tongue. I could feel him getting harder and harder. I tried slow things down by licking and kissing the head but I could tell he would have none of that.
I felt his one hand grab the back of my head and grab my hair, pulling it and setting the pace. The other hand was reaching down into my shirt to pull and twist my nipples. His cock filled my mouth, making it hard to do more then just let Daddy slide it in and out of my throat gagging me each time. I tried hard to concentrate on breathing but the pain in my nipples from Daddy pulling them made me moan which made him able to slide in my throat deeper.
“That’s it baby, suck my cock. Suck it like there is no tomorrow.” Daddy said to me as he face fucked me. “Oh god, that feels so good. Daddy’s little girl is a good cock slut. Oh fuck, God, I’m going to come, you drink it all down baby doll. Show Daddy how much you love him.”
With that he picked up his pace and the thrusts got deeper, stronger and faster. I was helpless with my hands still tied behind my back, his hand on my head burying it in his crotch. I felt Daddy’s hot cum shoot out and hit the back of my throat, starting a whole new gagging session, making me spit and cough the cum left in my mouth onto the floor.
I heard Daddy growl and then he picked me up and put me over the side of the couch. “How dare you spill Daddy’s seed baby. My seed is a gift, you never waste a gift.” And then I heard a whoosh and then felt the sting of a leather paddle.
“OUCH, oh Daddy, please stop, PLEASE.” I screamed. “I promise I’ll do better. Please let me make it up to you.”
Oh, it hurt so much, but with my hands still tied and my body being held of the arm of the couch I could not do anything to stop it. This time, there was no little touch of his fingers, no stopping to keep me excited. This was a true punishment made to hurt and not be forgotten. Daddy gave me 20 strokes of the paddle and by the twentieth I was crying hard and my ass felt on fire.
“Baby doll, this time I want a better thank you from you. I’m going to take your bottom, because a red slut ass like that deserves an ass fucking. Have you ever been taken there baby?” I couldn’t talk through my tears so I just shook my head no.
“Well, good, then Daddy gets to take his baby’s virgin ass, then.” I could feel Daddy’s fingers slide from my pussy to my ass, sliding the juices with it. One finger slowly tried to push in but I was closed up tight.
“Baby doll, I could make this easy or as hard as you allow. I suggest you relax and let me in. It will be that much better for you. Now breathe and relax your muscles and let Daddy inside you.”
I tried to breathe deeply, and concentrate on anything other then the fingers swirling around my holes. But, in time, the fingers started to feel good and my juices started to flow helping out. Daddy was pulling on my pussy lips, and flicking my clit with one hand and swirling fingers around my asshole with the other. I felt one hand pull away and then I jumped when I felt a cold liquid being drizzled around my bottom.
“Oh God, that’s cold,” I exclaimed, tensing up from the cold of the liquid on my still hot bottom.
“Don’t get used to this baby. But I don’t want to hurt you on your first try.” Daddy said as I felt a finger push the cool liquid deep into my ass. Daddy slowly worked it in and out until he could see I was getting used to the rhythm of his finger. That’s when he decided to add another. I moaned loudly and tried to back away but Daddy pulled me back close to him. The fingers started to feel good after a bit, and Daddy could see my juices starting to flow freely. He started to pull on my clit causing me to moan out loud with pleasure.
“Oh Daddy, please.” I moaned.
“Please what, baby doll? You need to say it if you want it.” he teased, knowing full well he was going to make me beg for it before I got his cock in my ass or be allowed to come.
“Please, Daddy, please. Please make me come.” I replied as my hips were rotating to the rhythm of his fingers.
“How do you want to come, baby? Tell Daddy.”
Frustrated beyond belief and on the verge of coming without permission, I finally shouted, “Please Daddy, fuck me in the ass and make me come! Please treat your little girl like a slut.”
No sooner had I said the words, the fingers gone and quickly replaced with a plunging cock into my ass. Daddy pushed so fast and hard, that I had no time to get adjusted to the feeling.
“Oh my God, that’s too much Daddy,” I screamed trying to pull away only to be pulled back close to him. “Please stop.”
I begged him to let me get used to the feeling. I could still feel Daddy’s fingers torturing my clit with tugs and twists pushing me back to the edge of excitement. I could feel every inch of Daddies cock in my ass, pulling and tearing my insides out. He slowly pulled him out of my ass until just the tip was inside of my and then slowly pushed in again. This time, it wasn’t quite as painful, as I felt his cock slide deep into me.
“God, Daddy, it hurts, but it feels good.” I said, as he slowly worked himself in and out of my bottom. I closed my eyes, and tried to let the sensations take over, the feeling of his hand on my clit, the other hand sliding up and down my back and pulling my hip. Any pain that I did feel, slowly diminished and all I could feel the slickness of his cock pushing through the tightness of my ass, loosening it with each thrust, getting me closer and closer to coming.
“Does my baby like this? Does she like Daddy taking her ass for the first time?” I heard him ask pulling me out of my thoughts. He felt his hand move up and grab my hair, pulling my face sideways so I can see him. I could see the lust and the power in his eyes. I groaned as I could feel his eyes pierce into my soul.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “I like this, I love this so much. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking my ass.”
“Don’t you dare come until I say so slut” Daddy told me, all the while his cock pushing me farther and farther to the point of no return. After a good minute more, Daddy finally groaned, “Come baby, come all over my cock and I will give you your reward.”
I feel the one hand pulling my clit and the other pulling my hair and Daddy’s cock thrusting into me when I finally moaned, “Oh Daddy, I’m coming, oh fuck yes, I’m coming.” As I started to shudder and shake I felt Daddy wrap his arms around my waist and thrust through my orgasms to spray my insides with his seed over and over again, making me come again.
“Oh God, Daddy, that was wonderful,” I said as we came down from our orgasmic highs and he took off the belt from my arms and rolled me over the couch arm to push us both on the couch to settle. My breathing ragged, my heart still pounding. I could feel cum dripping from between my legs and the soreness along my bottom from the paddling and the sting in my ass from the pounding.
“Yes, it was my little girl. You did wonderful following all the directions. It is very nice to finally meet you.” he said quietly as he smoothed my hair down my back. I looked up at his eyes, immediately seeing the tenderness that he felt and he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Thank you Sir,” I said as I snuggled up into his side, feeling his hand drape over me and almost immediately I started to doze off into a light sleep as I recovered.
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