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Candy The Babysitter (rewritten)

“Hello? Mrs. Cole?” Ben asked as he juggled the phone to light a cigarette.
“Yes,” the sweet voice came over the phone.
Ben nearly got a hardon from the sexy voice speaking so close to his ear. As good as the mother was, the daughter was even better. Sweet, young, and innocent. And, thanks to a recent birthday, she was now legal.
“This is Ben, Ben Stevenson… Yes, that Ben. Is Candy available to sit tonight… just a moment. What? I’m talking to her now!” Ben yelled to the empty house.
“Yes dear, I’m about to find out, just a minute!” Ben yelled again, feeling a little stupid as he yelled to absolutely nobody.
“Mrs. Cole?” he said again.
“Yes,” the patient voice answered. “Is Candy available to babysit tonight? We’re really in a bind. We can pay her extra,” Ben said as he dropped the cigarette in the ashtray.
“I’m sure she is, let me check. CANDY?” it was her turn to yell. “What time do you want her?” Mrs. Cole finally asked.
“The sooner the better, I could pick her up if it’s a problem.”
“She has her bike. I’ll send her right over. Tell Bethany I said hi.”
“Oh I will,” Ben said in nervous excitement. “Say hi to Adam for me,” Ben said as he hung up.
He sat shaking nervously. He puffed his cigarette and stamped it out in agitation. In a moment his hands were lighting a new cigarette without him even realizing it. She would be there in a moment, a babysitter to sit for kids visiting their grandparents with their mother in Arizona. It was a well thought-out scam on Ben’s part. Why? To get intoCandy’s pants, of course.
The problem was, how would Candy take it. Would she scream in outrage and run away, or would she go along with it? She had been hitting on him since she was 16. How would she act, now that she was 18?
“Hello,” a young female voice called from the screen door.
He took a deep breath and sprang up. There she was, wearing a white sweater, a schoolgirl type of plaid skirt, and black shoes. She was an 18 year old sex goddess. He had seen her bend forward in a similar sweater and give him a complete tit shot. She had shown her puffy nipples and the perfect little conned tits which he had seen many times since in his dreams.
“Come in, Candy,” he said with a quick smile.
“Is Beth ready?”
“I… ah, I told a small lie, Candy. I hope you don’t mind.”
“What?” she asked in dismay. “I wanted to talk to you, you know, get to know you a little better. Beth is in Arizona with her parents. “But what… why did you…” she trailed off, looking a little hurt and disappointed.
“Oh, I’ll still pay you. In fact, I’ll give you a hundred dollars for spending a little time with me. How’s that?” he tried his most ingratiating smile.
“Oh great!” she gasped. “I wanted to go shopping, now… what do you want me to do?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.”
“Have you ever been kissed by a man, a real man?” he asked in such a way as to make it a challenge.
“Oh sure,” she said offhandedly. “Would you kiss me to earn your money?”
“Now?” she asked, wiping her lips self- consciously. “Here?”
“Well no, let’s go into the guest room,” he said, pointing behind her. Ben was sure that if he made love to a woman in Beth’s bed, there would be some way she would magically find out. Women had that sixth sense thing. Ben followed her into the guest room. It was little more than a tiny room and a double bed. The walls were painted cement, with prints on the walls for decorations.
The cement floor was covered with cheap rugs. All in all, it was a pathetic room, but one which could be easily cleaned of all traces of their lovemaking. Ben sat beside Candy on the bed. It was obvious that she knew what Ben wanted. Although she looked nervous, she was obviously not concerned. Maybe she had been after Ben after all. He though shehad just been teasing.
“Are you going to kiss me?” she finally asked as he sat looking at the twin bulges in her white sweater. She had the cutest little tits he had ever seen. He couldn’t wait to see them again.
“In a hurry?” he joked as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth with his own.
Her lips were soft and moist. They tasted like mint. Apparently she had been chewing gum. Her tongue entered his mouth. He fenced with it. He felt his cock growing achingly hard. He moaned passionately, allowing his hands to roam her body as he did. She clung to him, pulling him close with a hand behind his neck. He dropped his hand to her knee, waiting for an outcry, but there was none. As they kissed passionately he slid his hand up between her legs.
He caressed her silk panties with the knuckle of his index finger. She breathed harshly through her nose, surging up off the bed as he stimulated her sweet young pussy through the material of her panties. He was now certain that she would go through with it. No girl would go so far otherwise. Ben broke the kiss and looked down at her sweater.
“I need to see those sweet little sugar tits,” he hissed.
His hands sought out her buttons and began undoing them. She sat back with her hands on the bed and watched. As her breast appeared he moaned in delight and caressed it lovingly with his hand. She smiled down at him, and his childish glee. He lowered his mouth and nursed on her swollen nipple. She flung her head back and breathed in sharp little gasps.
“I want…I want…” she broke off, not knowing what to say.
She had a feeling, a craving inside her. Ben understood. he broke contact with her alluring breasts and dropped his hands to her panties beneath her skirt. He yanked them off with one huge pull. She was slightly off balance. He gently pushed her back on the bed. As he pushed up her skirt she spread her legs for him.
“Damn, your beautiful,” he said, looking at her thinly haired pussy.
He ran his hand over it, as if petting an animal. Ben couldn’t believe the object of his affection, the subject of all his recent fantasies was laying before him, sweet, moist and waiting. Her perfect breasts still glowed above her sweater. Her plaid skirt now lay rolled up on her stomach.
He placed his fingers on her delicate pussy lips, touching, enjoying and stimulating her sweet young flesh. She responded so violently that he realized that she was more than ready. She was extremely horny. With a knowing smile he leaned down and licked her pussy.
“Oh… oh yes,” she said, shivering. “Oh yes,” she said again.
Spreading her legs even wider she closed her eyes, concentrating on enjoying his ministrations. She felt the long, agile tongue flicking through the folds of her moist pussy. The electric thrills made her jerk, as his tongue slid through her humid folds of flesh. The tingle shot through her ass and up to her breasts.
“Oh yes, Ben,” she gasped.
Hearing his name on her sweet teenage lips was almost as exciting as seeing her naked. His mind reeled with the knowledge that he was actually eating the girl of his dreams. She had been their babysitter since she was about 13 years old. Even then he had been stunned by her sexy beauty. He had seen her sitting next to his wife and noticed the difference immediately.
Beth was a pretty woman, even prettier when they had been first married. But Candy was downright sexy. Her long brown hair, ample figure and cone shaped breasts with those puffy nipples, this made her one of the sexiest girls on earth. And now he was eating the steamy little sex pot and she was enjoying every minute of it. He concentrated on the area at the top of her pussy. The sweet pussy flesh opened by itself, revealing her hard little clit. He flicked it with his tongue.
She squirmed and moaned beneath him. Her hands twisted the blanket into little balls in her fist. Her widely spread legs quivered in time with his wagging tongue. Her breath came in little panting hisses. She was gritting her teeth and breathing through them with her eyes tightly closed. Her hands suddenly went to her breasts and she squeezed them brutally. He could see her knuckles turning white as she mashed her perfect breasts out of shape. Suddenly she cried and sat up.
“Please, Mr. Stevenson, it’s too much,” she pushed him away. “I want to see yours. I want to touch it,” she said tensely.
Ben was suddenly nervous. As her tiny hands tore at his pants, he waited breathlessly to see what she would say. She was a little girl with a tiny, almost childlike body. He had a larger than average cock, probably 7 or 8 inches long, although he had never measured it. Would she be frightened by it? Was it too big for a girl her size?
“Oh my,” she said in sudden appreciation. Her hands claimed his cock and massaged it gently. With hectic jerks she pulled his pants down to his knees.
He lay back on the bed and allowed her a free hand. She enthusiastically milked his penis with one hand, while she kneaded his balls with the other. She marveled at the amount of hair on his body. She was obviously turned on by it. Her next move did not seem like that of a novice. She took his cock into both hands and dropped her sweet red lips over it. She bobbed her head, her hot lips encircling it as the end disappeared into her mouth.
He could feel her tongue stimulating his cock, even as she bobbed up and down on it. She was very good. Thebeauty of her sweet young face looking down as she sucked his cock, was nearly enough to make him cum. This was better than his dreams. With a deep moan she held his cock roughly in both hands and engulfed his cock with a ferocity that surprised him. It dawned on him that she too had been fantasizing, and this was the object of her fantasies. If she only know how hot she really was, she would never give him a second look. Luckily, she was too young to know.
“Oh… oh shit, that feels so damned good,” he gasped as her warm lips slid up and down his sensitive cock.
At times she stopped with his cock fully inserted and simply sucked. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt. He could feel her throat muscles milking his cock as she swallowed. She was wonderful.
“Let me fuck you,” he begged.
She pulled her mouth off the end of his cock, licked her lips and simply stared at him. Finally she smiled and rolled over on the bed with her sweet tight ass presented to him. With a moan of agonized lust, he rolled over behind her and roughly thrust his cock up into her quivering young pussy. She cried out once, but he could feel her pushing back against him.
She wasn’t a virgin, but she was tight as hell. He knew she had only fucked boys before this. Now she was being filled by a man. It seemed to take forever for the full 8 inches of hard cock to slide up inside of Candy. Candy gasped and shuddered as the massive piece of meat filled her to the breaking point. Just as shewas about to stop him, she felt his pelvis come up against her pussy lips.
She sighed, contented to simply feel the full pulsing penis filling a spot which she had never before felt as being vacant. Now that she felt herself filled with his meat, she knew it was right. This was what she wanted, what her pussy was made for.
His first move brought a little scream from her lips. Each little quivering piece of pussy flesh had felt warm and happy as it was. Now each and every piece was on fire. She felt shivers all over her body. Fire shot through her ass and down to her feet, while another flash entered her chest, neck, and made her ears glow.
Suddenly Ben began pounding away, his firm hips striking the small cheeks of her ass. She felt him turn her over on her back. Upon settling on the bed, the full impact of his long cock could be felt in her loins.
Even more penetrated her body. She felt some pain, but oh so much pleasure. He grabbed her left leg and held it in the air so her pussy was in just the right position.
He penis pounded away at her pussy. It stiff piece of meat felt like it was tearing away the inside of her womb. The tip of his cock was pushing around the cervix, making her feel that he was damaging her, but at the same time stimulating her beyond belief. She whimpered her head throw back, eyes close and mouth open to help her breath. She put a hand against the wall to keep the bed from slating into it loudly. The squeak, squeak, squeak of the be nearly matched her ragged breath.
The liquid sound of his cock sliding into her slippery pussy was erotic. The fires were burning deep inside of her. Burning hotter than they had ever burned before. Suddenly, Ben changed positions. She looked up into his face as he lay atop her body. He kissed her quickly, but he was breathing too hard to kiss. He concentrated on making his breath, and his energy go farther.
He was amazed that Candy could go so long. If he had know that his cock was smashing into her cervix, he would have understood. Supporting most of his weight on his hands and knees, he pelted away at her pussy almost desperately. Suddenly he began whimpering. She looked up in alarm. She was not ready yet. “I’m coming,” he said desperately, a look of disappointment in his face.
She didn’t know what to do. If she had been more experience, she would have worried her clit with a finger, but she was too embarrassed to do such a thing. With a heave, Ben stopped suddenly and shuddered. Her ground his pelvis against her pussy and moaned, as his cock unloaded it’s thick treasure into her virginal loins. She held him, looking into his eyes as he shuddered and mumbled incoherently.
Suddenly Candy noticed that she was being stimulated by his shuddering movements. Her eyes flew wide as she realized she could bring on her own orgasm. She ground her pussy against his pelvis. He gasped as her hot pussy moved against his sensitive cock. His orgasm was over.
The pain of her movements almost made him pull out. But she looked so sweet, beautiful, and innocent. He gritted his teeth and waited. It was worthwhile. In a moment she began panting and bucking beneath him. She slapped his pelvis with her tiny cunt and closed her eyes when the orgasm struck her pussy. The pain in her cervix had held off her orgasm far beyond what normal stimulation would have done.
“Oh my God!” Candy screamed beneath him.
She panted and made animal sounds, while he looked down into her tortured face and smile. Her orgasm stopped and she lay with her eyes closed for a few minutes, then opened them and smiled up at him.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “I’ve dreamed of this. I thought you might do me several times when you took me home, but you never did.”
“Jailbait,” he said with a smile. “I know. I’m glad you waited, it was worth it.
And now that they had started things, Ben thought this is only the begining of the fun still to come.

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Broken Birds, Part 35 Healing

Part 35
Healing
Alice and Michael sat on the lounge pool deck, watching the sunrise over the ocean. They’d arranged the meeting the previous evening, not wanting to be disturbed.
Alice had been treating Kelly for almost ten days and needed help.
“She’s in really bad shape, Michael. She’s in a very dark place knowing her own stupidity caused her sterility. Hate is still coiled inside her. She lets it out in her sport, but it’s still there. She told me you said to imagine something she wanted desperately as a reward for the pain?”
Michael nodded.
“She wanted a child. She said I could tell you.”
“Shit!”
“There’s more, but I can’t talk about it.”
“What I wanted to talk about was moving forward. She can’t train for six weeks. That was her outlet, her relief valve. We’ve got to figure a way to let her hate and pain out quickly.”
Michael watched the sparkling ocean, remembering his own recoveries. He’d been a terrible patient.
“She used to draw when she was a kid. She was pretty good. We’ve got room. What about setting up a studio for the girls. I know Beth loves to paint.” It was something he’d been considering for a while.
“Then encourage her,” Alice said thinking, “Challenge her. Tell her about the walls. Make her feel she is part of us.”
Alice loved this man and his intuitive intelligence. If Kelly could express herself on paper, it would provide her with an outlet and Alice with a continuing barometer of her recovery.
Kelly and Jennifer returned from Brisbane three days later. While the surgery had gone well, the violence of the penetrations had caused significant collateral damage. Kelly would be unable to exercise for at least eight weeks, probably longer. Then she might need additional surgery. She would have to stay in the infirmary for at least a week.
Michael and Alice took a thick sketchbook and drawing pencils to her. She looked small and fragile, pain written on her face. Jennifer was adjusting her pain meds. “Hi Honey. Brought you something.”
Kelly’s eyes lit a bit. She loved to draw, but after the rape, she’d concentrated on her sport. Like Alice, Kelly worried about the forced inactivity, but for an entirely different reason. Her body was accustomed to an athlete’s diet. Kelly loved to eat and feared the weight gain. When she’d been younger, she could lose herself in drawing, sometimes not eating for days.
“You can put that memory of yours to work … and as you’ve seen, we’ve got a lot of empty walls.”
“I don’t know, Uncle Mike, it’s been a long time.” The meds started to work and the lines of pain on her face eased.
He said nothing. She looked into his eyes. She saw disappointment.
“I’ll do my best,” hoping to see the look in Michael’s eyes ease.
“Honey, your father died because people only did their best. Doing your best is an excuse for failure. Don’t ever accept failure with an explanation or excuse. It’s still failure. If you set your mind to do something, do it.”
She looked hurt, like a scolded child. She started to cry. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Alice squeezed his hand, a signal to keep going.
“I’m sorry you can’t carry a child. It happened because you couldn’t face your rape. Face it now. Beat it. No excuses. Just do it. You’ve still got an ovary, so there’s still a chance.”
“It’s time to claw your way out of all that hate and pain inside you. I’ve seen your fights. There’s no surrender in you. You’re just like Beth. You’ve seen the pictures, but that doesn’t tell it all. They drove a broom handle through her uterus. They tortured her. They pulled her teeth because they feared she’d bite them. She was bleeding to death and crawled out a second story window so I would know she never gave up.”
“Why do you think they used the taser on you? They were afraid of you. Now your body’s healing. Let us help your soul and heart. Any time you want to give up, remember Beth crawling out of that window, bleeding to death. She beat her attackers. Now it’s your turn to beat yours. They wanted to ruin you. Don’t let them win.”
Michael turned and walked off, shaking with empathic pain.
Alice stayed, her admiration for Michael reaching new heights. He’d gone off the script when he saw she was resisting. His extemporaneous idea to switch to her fighting spirit to defeat those who wanted to ruin her was pure genius.
Over the next month, Kelly attacked her mental and emotional recuperation with a ferocity Alice had never seen. Pain that had terrorized her was ignored and conquered. Kelly never wavered. Alice helped Kelly turn the pain inside into a victory over her attackers.
Now they had to conquer her terror of physical intimacy.
Jan had not forgotten her promise to Michael. She and Shoshana polled the harem and arranged for another night with Michael. None of the girls would ever say “no” to Shoshana.
Michael was surprised when he opened the bedroom door. He’d expected Rafaela.
“Surprise!” Jan called out, jumping into his arms.
With Alice’s words still in his mind, Michael began to focus on Jan. He kissed her fervently. She broke the kiss with joy in her eyes.
“I want to make love to a man for the first time in my life,” Jan said, still in his arms, “and give you my last physical virginity.”
Shoshana pushed him back into the bedroom, a determined look on her face. “Tonight we’re going to make mad, passionate love to our man, so you better take a pill and a 5 hour energy drink! You’re going to need it, husband.”
Michael chuckled and followed instructions.
When he came out of the bathroom, they were naked on the bed in a loving 69 with Jan on top. Jan saw him and disengaged from Shoshana, motioning him to the bed. He shed his robe and hopped on, taking Jan into his arms.
They kissed warmly, then with passion, then frantic need. Jan had not been with a man for many months. She desperately needed him inside her. Michael understood, but did not want to hurt the teen.
He laid on his back, his cock hard and demanding. Jan took it into her mouth and slurped the head, lubricating it freely. She swung a leg over him, facing his feet. Shoshana took his shaft and parted Jan’s inner lips. She was dripping with need. Shoshana fitted his shaft into her lover. As Jan slowly impaled herself, Shoshana claimed Michael’s lips.
Though she had fucked many men, Jan had a teen’s tightness. Michael felt huge. Jan concentrated on relaxing. Michael’s hands taught her hips how to swing to minimize the stretching pain, all the while kissing Shoshana.
Shoshana broke the kiss and scooted down to help Jan.
Finally, her ass rested on his pelvis. She swung her legs out and fell backward. Michael caught her. He swept her blonde mane so he had free access to the sensitive area behind her right ear.
He felt her go rigid as Shoshana’s incredible tongue began to explore her stretched inner lips.
She moaned her pleasure. She gasped as Shoshana began to caress her clit.
Jan urgently pulled Shoshana’s lips to her pussy. Michael’s hands kneaded her breasts and teased her nipples.
“You are loved, Jan,” Michael whispered, “Feel that love now and forever.”
He pinched both nipples. Jan screamed in ecstasy. She bolted into a sitting position, driving Michael’s cock deep in her sheath. The head of the cock rubbed along her “G” spot sending incredible pleasure through her nerve endings. Shoshana seemed insatiable, sucking at Jan’s clit and pussy lips.
Jan’s neurons kept misfiring until it became painful. She pushed Shoshana away and rolled off Michael, his cock popping out of her pussy.
She rolled over onto her back. When conscious thought returned, she found herself cradled between Michael and Shosh.
“God, you’re big! But I still want it in my ass. Just be gentle or I’ll be walking bowlegged for a month!” she said giggling.
He looked over Jan into Shoshana’s eyes. “Time for me to be inside you.”
She leapt on him, joy written on her face. She faced Michael, her dark eyes smoldering as she impaled herself. Jan scooted between Michael’s legs behind her. Jan began caressing Shoshana’s shoulders and back with her fingertips.
Shoshana moaned, closed her eyes for a moment swaying to unheard music. Michael twisted and pinched her long nipples.
Her breathing became ragged. Jan lubed a finger with Shoshana’s juice and gently inserted it in Shoshana’s ass.
Shoshana screamed her pleasure. Jan whispered something to her, kissing the sensitive place behind her ear. She kept climaxing.
Michael’s thumbs played with her clit, capturing the little nerve hub, torturing it gently.
Shoshana shrieked her climax. She’d never felt like this. She was the center of Michael and Jan’s love. For the first time in her life, Shoshana was at peace and totally happy.
The girls rested for a while, basting in the pleasure and love. Michael swallowed his frustration, knowing his girls needed time to explore the wonder of this night.
They brought him champagne, the joy in their eyes infinite. Two giving souls had found a mate that brought them peace and love.
Finally, Jan looked at Michael. “I need you to take my last virginity and say goodbye to Janet.” Michael realized she was terrified of the pain to come.
He almost said “no”, but Shoshana’s stern eyes stopped him. This was something that needed to happen.
Shoshana whispered to Jan. Jan moved to Michael’s cock and began to lovingly caress it with her practiced tongue.
Shoshana started to lick Jan’s puckered hole, caressing and penetrating it.
Lube and warming gel followed. Shoshana caressed her lover until she was sure the pain would be minor.
She signaled Michael and helped Jan to a “doggie” position. Michael knelt behind. Shoshana took control.
First she aimed his cock at Jan’s dripping pussy. Michael pushed forward, re-lubricating
his shaft. After three strokes, he pulled back. Shoshana repositioned his cock. He pushed forward carefully.
Shoshana flipped onto her back, her face now inches from Jan’s. Jan felt her breath. She opened eyes that had been closed in fear. Their lips touched. Need flowed through them.
Shoshana felt Jan’s pain as Michael’s shaft slowly impaled her. She knew Michael would never be brutal. His shaft was just unusually large.
Jan kissed Shoshana urgently. Shoshana chuckled inside. Obviously Michael was fully inside her lover’s ass.
Michael felt Jan’s incredibly tight sheath and the fiery heat of her bowels.
Suddenly music filled the room. Shoshana was behind him, her body teaching his to move to the rhythm. As he moved, Shoshana grabbed Jan’s hips and the three of them moved as one.
Jan’s breathing became ragged. Shoshana reached around and found Jan’s clit. She began caressing the bundle of nerves.
Jan began to shriek her joy.
Shoshana frigged Jan’s clit mercilessly.
Michael inserted a finger in Jan’s pussy.
Jan screamed her climax. And she kept screaming as Shoshana and Michael continued.
Michael was too close. As Jan’s vaginal muscles spasmed, Michael announce, “I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNNNNNG!”
Jan fell forward. Shoshana moved quickly to bring Michael’s shaft into her mouth, taking several ropes of cum.
After his cock stopped spasming, Shoshana looked up to ensure Michael was watching. Jan lay on her back, understood what she wanted. Shoshana’s mouth hovered above Jan’s. Shoshana opened her mouth and shared Michael’s seed.
Michael thought it was one of the most sensual things he’d ever seen.
Jan and Shoshana kissed deeply.
Michael laid on his back, his cock responding to the sensual kiss between Shoshana and Jan.
Shoshana and Jan were exhausted.
Michael spooned Shoshana who spooned Jan. Shoshana could feel Michael’s cock start to rise. “Why did I tell you to take a pill?” she wailed happily.
Later that night she found the answer to her and Jan’s delight.
Kelly was eating breakfast when Michael, Shoshana and Jan came to the table. She adored Michael. His hard-nosed approach to her recovery had helped her more than anyone knew.
She was a professional athlete, accustomed to challenges. Only Michael had understood how to reach her. She also knew from Beth how Michael had forced her to confront her fear of physical intimacy. Kelly realized that Michael was also her answer. Typically, Kelly went to Beth.
“Honey, I want Michael to be with me, to teach me to make love, to make me whole.”
Alice warned Beth that this could happen.
“Kelly, we love you. We really do.”
“But?”
“Two things. First, we make love. For us, that’s a lifetime commitment to him and to each other. Is that what you want? Second, do you want to give your once in a lifetime virginity to Michael?”
Kelly looked confused.
“I’m far from a virgin,” Kelly said.
“Really? You’ve given your body, heart and soul to a man?” Beth said, “That’s what making love is all about. I didn’t know you’d done that.”
Kelly’s head snapped up as though she’d been hit.
“Honey, Michael is a very special man. You’re a very special woman. If you want to dedicate your life to him, I’ll happily ask the harem to agree. If you want to use him to prove that you’re healed, I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’ll do it, but it will tear him apart later. He’ll feel he stole something very precious from you.”
“Think about it, Honey.”
Kelly did think about it. She thought about going to Michael, but decided to go to Alice.
Alice confirmed what Beth had said, including Alice’s willingness to support Kelly as a harem mate.
They talked about it for hours. Kelly thought about her burgeoning marshal arts business with the closed life she would lead in the compound. She found her answer by accident.
Kelly wrestled with the decision on the lounge pool deck. She heard a child’s cry for help. Something in the tone caused her to react. She hit the water before her conscious mind engaged, finding a sinking child and then holding a terrified Vika high. She gave Vika to her nanny who had left for a moment to go to the toilet.
When she climbed from the pool, she had her answer.
She went to Beth first. “I’m all in. One condition. If I find a surrogate, Michael and I can try for a baby.”
Beth hugged her daughter’s savior with fervent passion. “Deal.”
Michael had never faced the united support from his harem quite like this. It was a bit comical. Everyone was in violent agreement. They all wanted Kelly as a mate.
Beth begged for the chance to tell Kelly, her daughter’s life still on her mind.
Beth approached Kelly, “How do you want this to happen?”
Kelly’s eyes sang. “I want Michael for myself the first time.” No doubt; no hesitation. She finally had her answer.
The festive atmosphere in the compound was palatable. Kelly’s heart sang. Ten years on she would make love for the first time and to a real man.
There was a ferocity to Kelly that both attracted and frightened people. Michael and Beth embraced it. They shared the same ferocity.
The next night, the harem helped her to prepare with its newest member, Jan experiencing the moment for the first time.
The girls explained Michael’s preferences. Kelly barely heard them, having nearly seventeen years of knowing Michael. She was frantic to feel him inside her.
Beth and Alice saw it. They waived off the others and took Kelly to Michael.
He was just out of the shower when they knocked on the door.
He welcomed Kelly into his arms, chuckling. “You’re a little early, Honey.”
She looked into his eyes defiantly, “Michael, I love you. I always have. I can’t wait to give myself to you for the first time. I want you to make love to me and really make me a woman.” No bull dung. No hesitation.
“Then let’s get into bed.”
Kelly had never made love, so Michael started slow, kissing her passionately. Kelly would have none of it. She needed to believe, to feel physical love.
Michael chuckled inside, but he knew what Kelly wanted.
He stripped her bathrobe and his own. Kelly had a feral light in her eyes. He pulled her to him.
“I want you to give me an hour,” Michael said softly, “an hour to set the pace, to teach you to savor. Then we can go wild.”
Jennifer had told Michael that the damage had been extensive. They’d removed a good deal of scar tissue, so Kelly’s sheath was very tight. Coupled with Michael’s weapon and desperate need, rough sex could rip her badly. They’d suggested taking Kelly to the sex gym, but she only wanted Michael inside her. Jennifer had gone to Michael to explain the problem.
Her eyes screamed in frustration, but she nodded, her trust in Michael absolute.

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This story is the second story in the “Encounter in the Lab” series. Carol, an attractive older Lab Tech in a major North Carolina hospital suffers from a Hypersexual Disorder. In part one, Carol encountered one of her willing lovers, men devoted to satisfying her incessant hypersexual drive. As noted in the previous chapter, the story is fictional, yet based upon real people and genuine circumstances. Obviously, names and details have been changed or modified to provide anonymity. Special thanks to KansasKutie for her suggestion to increase detail in the story.

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ruomei- my experience of sex and lovers

I would hate for you think any of my story is fiction, certain names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent, and not so very innocent.
First I should tell you that all my life, being a daughter of chinese immigrants (more about them later) I have been described as doll like, I am just under five feet tall and barely one hundred pounds, and until last week when I got my hair cut to my bra strap, I could easily sit on my black hair. But really I am not some pathetic geisha stereo typed waif, I am a healthy little apple cheeked woman. I have always been a outhoing dominant personality, and often disciplined.
I just turned twenty, I live in Toronto and sometimes vancouver, my family on the most part tries to keep me very under there control, I even married some one they choose that came here from china the same time as we did and is almost twice my age, but he is a quiet man, and who has secret homosexual inclinations, so we mostly are just friends, with mild passing romantic intrest in each other.
Thats the only reason I can tell you my story here, to talk about my history, the story of my life is very sexual and sometimes shocking, now I am free to do whatever I want as long as I do it discreetly.
If I told you my last name you would know who I was, my father is a self made man, and spent a major part of my formative years under investigation by various jealous law agents, who would shut up, if and when they got a cut of the action, but mostly every one was silent and no one ever dared crossed my daddy.
I am the youngest, the only girl out of four children, born when the seccond youngest had just turned ten. so needless to say, a pack of agresive older brothers kept me safe and taught me to me be very cunning with the male speices.
My first sexual experience was late one summer afternoon at my brothers twentieth birthday party, alot of people were drifting through our large house with sprawling propertyin the toronto area of North York, I was high from sugar and stolen glasses of champagne.
I remember being dizzy and my cheeks were bright red, some people were making out in the garden, my brother and some one else, I was on the other side of a large vine covered fence. couldnt see her face but I saw his hand slide up her upper thigh, he had her pushed against a wall, talking sweet and forceful to her, she giggled. I remember being shocked to see my brothers penis in her hand, hard with a purple head. I am pretty sure this was the first penis I ever saw, I was very innocent and sheltered those days.
Startled by some one coming down a path I ran away and inside the house, and was sick on the kitchen floor, and my father spanked me as the maid cleaned up the mess.
In the next few years I discovered masturbation, and became quite the pervert, if my friends were doing it to we never mentioned it to each other soon it was all about malls and talking about boys, who I was never allowed to talk to outside of school. Nothing was out of limits to my quest for satisfaction, the whirlpool and it jet streams brought me to my first, honest to god, seeing stars orgasm. I remember even riding the arm of a chair, the friction bringing my clit to stiffen then melt.
I was taken to a family doctor at one point, my mother thought I was getting my period a little to young,when she found some blood on my panties while doing the wash, well lets say I have a small vagina, my mother in the room with me holding my hand, my feet up in the metal stirrups. the kind old man who delivered me, smiled at me and said in english only for my sake, mother never really had to learn english, that I should take it easier on my body in the future and that I should study more!
Intrestingly and dangerously enough I lost my virginity in my fathers office, I went in late one night to find my future husband, who was celebrating his 34th birthday with my father and brothers, had decided to sleep in the most quiet room of the house, as the party raged downstairs.
I had heard my brothers in moments of anger, call him fag or pansy. Macho posturing I thought mostly, cause he never had lack of female admirers, was well groomed, and well spoken about art and fashion. He had the terrible luck of being born into a family with a violent business .
He moaned when I turned on the overhead light, I quickly turned it off and switched on the desk lamp.
“wheres your dad?” he asked.
“Oh, some where with the boys down in the basement playing mah jong.” I said sitting down at his feet on the soft brown leather couch.
“Why are you not in bed yet?” he scolded me “let me sleep I feel so sick.”
“Oh, no school tomarrow.” I said as I slipped his shoes off “dad would kill you if he saw you with these shoes on his couch.”
He laughed. “if your father was in here the least of our problems would be my shoes”
“Why?” I asled, mock innocent.
“Well you are barely wearing anything, and well, honestly thats enough to get me killed.”
“Dont be so pathetic.” I got up and locked the door then kneeled at his feet at the foot of the couch “daddy loses the keys and locks himself out of here all the time, cause of the safe he has to wait to the locksmith comes to open the door in morning.”
He smiled at me.
“And,” I added undoing the buttons of my gown “if you are really nervous there is a roof below the window that is a little jump that goes to the garden.” I put my hand on his lower leg.
“mei, what are you doing?” he stuttered slightly.
“Well what does it look like I am doing?” I asked as I let my gown fall open, my nipples were rock hard, on my non exhistant breasts (to this day I am barely a B cup).
I straddled him and could feel his cock growing hard, despite his protests, through his pants.
“Put your hands on me.” I ordered and he began groping my breasts rough in big handfuls, pulling at the nipples. ” Not so rough.” I complained, getting annoyed ” hey can I ask you something?”
“What?” he groaned, as my little ass cheeks flexed on his growing erection.
“Are you a fag like they say?”
“Huh? who told you that?” he asked, eyes wide.
“I ve heard people say it, uhm, mmmm..” I said as he began to poke his fingers into my pussy spreading my lips apart.
“Do I look like a fag?” he asked massaging my clit.
“I wouldnt know, never seen one before.” I said, head light from his touch.
“Well,” he laughed “have you seen your brother?
“You fucked my brother?” I laughed “which one?”
“Never mind that, I think it turns you on. yeah it does, I feel how wet your pussy is, god Its so pink and tight Mei. Are you serious? you really wanna fool around with me?”
“I have known you my entire life,” I told him ” and I want to know what its like with some one who wont try to own me afterwards.”
I unzipped his fly and his cock lurched out little but rock hard.
“Not much. I know.” he offered “But i know how to make it feel like 9 inches.
I seriously giggled as he sat me down on the sofa and spread my legs and began eating me out.
“Do you shave it ?” he asked surprised by my neat and clean pussy.
“I do. for swim class. hey do me a favour?” I asked.
“Yeah? what? anything.. do you want me to stop?” he said still licking my clit.
“Fuck me now.” I ordered.
The party was in full swing downstairs, the traditional music, vibrated the walls, no noise complaints were a concern, no one calls the cops on our family.
So no one would of heard me bite me cry out as he entered me, turned me over on the couch, my fathers prized couch, the slight tear then hot sensation of him being inside me, my pussy wetting his cock making it so he could slide in and out, one hand on my hip, the other on my clit.
I was whimpering in pleasure but he took the time to ask if I was still enjoying myself, he took my nod as a signal to fuck me harder and faster.
He did a funny thing then, while still burried deep inside me, he took ahold of my hair and wrapped it around his hand like a horses reign.
“A little hurt feels good Mei.” he said as he pumped “see it makes you tighter.. not that you allready are almost to tight…”
“Shut up.” I ordered grinding back on him.
“Okay! if thats how you want to do this.” he laughed, and jerked my head back by the hair, he was fucking me so hard the couch was banging the wall, his balls were slapping against me.
There was a knock at door, a jiggle of the knob then, steps down the hall.
“ooh yes, thats it, fuck.” he hissed through clenched teeth. “your so tight mei, It almost hurts,”
He came, and I felt him come inside me.
We were holding each other, and he reached into his pants pockets. in there was a thick wad of cash a cell phone and he showed me he had a small handgun.
“Now please, whatever you do dont tell anyone.” he said sternly.
I got up and walked to a small cabinet and slid the fake wood panel to show him a video monitor, that at that moment displayed him naked on my fathers perfect leather couch.
“Shiiit.” he sighed.
“Yes.” I smiled “we video taped that entire thing, daddy has that in his office in case he wants to reccord his business, ahem, meetings, you wont ever shoot me with that gun, my brothers would cut your balls off and feed em to you.”
“Mei, I have alot to loose. and I dont mean nothing by it.”
The years leading to our marriage He became my bitch, doing whatever I wanted, though I secretly think he saw my brother on the side. and continues to till this day.
Alot of people see my life and think I am lucky and charmed, or that I am a poor soul trapped in a violent life of guns and crime, I am who you see, and I make no excuses for it.
Thank you for listening.

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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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OLD LADY WHO MADE MONEY BETTING

A little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day carrying a bag of money. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to open a savings account because, “It’s a lot of money!”
After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her into the president’s office (the customer is always right!) The bank president then asked her how much she would like to deposit.
She replied, “$165,000!” and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his desk.
The president was of course curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asked her, “Ma’am, I’m surprised you’re carrying so much cash around. “Where did you get this money?”
The old lady replied, “I make bets.”
The president then asked, “Bets? What kind of bets?”
The old woman said, “Well, for example, I’ll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square.”
“Ha!” laughed the president, “That’s a stupid bet. You can never win that kind of bet!”
The old lady challenged, “So, would you like to take my bet?”
“Sure,” said the president, I’ll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!”
The little old lady then said, “Okay, but since there is a lot of money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 AM as a witness?”
“Sure!” replied the confident president.
That night, the president got very nervous about the bet and spent long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would win the bet.
The next morning, at precisely 10:00 am, the little old lady appeared with her lawyer at the president’s office. She introduced the lawyer to the president and repeated the bet: “$25,000 says the president’s balls are square!”
The president agreed with the bet again and the old lady asked him to drop his pants so they could all see. The president did. The little old lady peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them.
“Well, Okay,” said the president, “$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure.”
Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall. The President asked the old lady, “What the hell’s the matter with your lawyer?”
She replied, “Nothing, except I bet him $100,000 that at 10:00 AM today, I’d have The Bank of Canada’s president’s balls in my hand.”

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My Best Friend the Slut

“Oh boy what’d you do now?” I asked as I sat in the hall with m best friend, Jasmine.
“Nothing! I just jerked him off a little is all…” she said.
Jasmine and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember. Lots of people viewed her as one of the sluts in our high school, but I’ve known her for so long that I just can’t not be her friend. She really is a sweet girl if you look past all the hookups she’s been through.
“Come on Jas I know you better than that…” I said.
“Ok ok, so I gave him a handjob. BUT WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING ELSE! I SWEAR!”
“Haha don’t worry I believe you. But why Jas? Why do you keep doing shit like this?”
“Andy I told you. I just love sex and anything associated with it. I can’t help it it’s like something overtakes me.”
“Yeah someone- I mean thing overtakes you alright.”
“Oh stop! You’re just jealous cause you’re my best friend and you’re afraid to do anything with me” Jasmine said with a mocking tone. “Andy you’re nervous doing anything with any girl for that matter”
I’d never been that good with getting girls. I mean, I was able to rope a few in but nothing to serious ever happened or lasted. Jasmine and I never hooked up for that matter either. We were just too good of friends that it felt like siblings. I did get to see her boobs one day though. She was over my house just having some fun. We made a small friendly bet over something silly. The loser had to show the other something. She lost so she stood in front of me sitting on the bed and lifted her top right up. Man was that a sight to see! Jasmine has a nice big pair of breasts. Not the kind that are huge to the point where you don’t like them, but just large and round enough to be drooled over by practically every guy in the school….probably literally too. They were a 36C. We shared that kind of stuff being so close and all. She told me I could touch them if I wanted but I passed as not to make the situation too awkward.
“Shut up.” I said. “I don’t get nervous. I’m just not as experienced and relaxed as you is all.
“Well that just comes from loads of practice…..and loads of something else too” she said with a wink.
“God you’re such a whore!” Of course I was joking. I was the only one who could call Jasmine that without getting a stab right in the gut.
“Yeah if only you got some of it too” she replied with a smile. “I gotta run I’ll catch up with you later.”
And with that my best friend had run off to her next class, leaving me alone watching her nice plump ass jiggle as she walked away. I will admit I did find Jasmine attractive. More like incredibly hot actually. She’s been my friend for years but all those years I just couldn’t help but be attracted to her beauty. She was only about 5’5 but had nice bronzed shoulder-length brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes to die for. Her breasts were so perfect they way they hung from her chest. Round, big, and plump. The perfect pair. Her ass always jiggled when she walked. Any guy would get lost in it like it was a black and white spiral just sucking them in. She told me she shaved too, which just thinking about her bald pussy would make me get hard.
Over the course of the next few months, Jasmine kept blowing guys in the bathroom stall while I began to start flirting with this one girl, Megan. She had invited me over to her place a night when she was going to be home alone. When I told Jasmine, she at once had to help me out.
“We need to make sure you’re prepared for whatever may happen!” she said over and over again.
“Ok, but Jas, how prepared can we be? I know what to say, what to wear, what to do, how to act…I mean, I’m not going out with her, we’re just harmlessly flirting and all and getting to know each other.”
“Yeah I know that but home alone….only you two…..something is bound to happen. That’s kind of why I came over today. I know I’ve helped you a lot recently and I know how good of friends we are so I just want to help you a little more. STRICTLY as help though…nothing more!”
“What are you talking about Jasmine?” I asked. She moved closer to me while we both sat on the couch in my basement. She took her soft and tiny little hand and placed it right over my pants. Needless to say my dick became instantly hard.
“Jasmine, what—what are you doing?”
“Relax hun I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with someone doing this to you so you won’t freak out tomorrow night. DON’T read too much into it.”
She slowly reached her hands inside the waist of my pants and boxers and wrapped her five fingers around my already throbbing dick. She gently massaged up and down my shaft working all over her fingers. She flicked right under the tip of my dick. She put her thumb on that hot spot and just started rubbing all around. Then she moved her hand even further down and starting rubbing my balls and gently squeezing them.
“Oh wow Jas! That feels amazing!”
“Yeah, they do say I have some magic fingers.” She said with a smile. “And I haven’t even stroked you once!”
“Hey Jasmine…uhm—would you let me feel one of your tits? You know for, erm—practice?”
“Weeeeeeeeell if you must” Jasmine said as she rolled her eyes.
With that I took one big handful of Jasmine’s voluptuous breasts. They were like heaven to squeeze. So nice and tender; and oh so large. Jasmine’s lips began to part a little. I wasn’t sure if she was just acting like she usually does with the guys she’s with or if she was truly getting turned on. I think it was the latter because so quickly decided to wrap her hand around my dick at the base and ever so nicely just start moving that hand all the way to—RIIIIIIIIIING RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING. Her phone was going off. She took her hand out of my pants to answer it. It was her mom telling her to get home for dinner. Funny, my mom wasn’t even home to cook dinner yet her mom just had to call at the opportune moment. Ain’t that just fine and dandy. I could have got somewhere with my best friend who I’d been crushing on.
“Sorry Andy. I gotta run. I’ll finish up sometime though, don’t worry” Jasmine said with a smile. I couldn’t tell if she was just messing with me or if she was actually serious…..
My “date” didn’t go so hot as I had planned. Megan was just chatting me up to learn more about my friend Mark then me. I had to say I was pretty disappointed. Jasmine felt sorry for me also. If only I could say “oh Jassy! It was awful! You can make it all better by just coming over and finishing what you started that one afternoon!”……….yeah but no. That wouldn’t be right.
A few weeks later Jasmine and I were sitting in our usual spot just throwing the shit around, like always.
“Andy, listen, about that one afternoon….”
“Jasmine it’s fine, honest. We can forget that it happened if you like. I got too much into something that you just wanted me to practice with.”
“Actually I was going to say I enjoyed it but if you didn’t, well then I guess I just won’t say what I planned then” she said rather depressingly. All the while I’m thinking “Oh great fuck up idiot.”
“Oh! No, no, no. Jasmine, honestly, I love it! I really couldn’t stop thinking about it all that week. Hell I’m thinking about it up till now! It was just so amazing!”
“Oh, way to be forward…” she said. Great, another nice fuck up, stupid. “Relax Andy, I’m kidding,” She said with a smile, “I really enjoyed it too. Actually I wanted to show you something. Will you follow me?”
I got up and started to follow Jasmine down the hallway. As we neared the end of the hall where the bathrooms are she stopped, turned around, and quickly shoved me inside. In the bathrooms I was hurried into one of the stalls.
“Jas! What are you doing?!”
“Andy, hun, relax. I told you I’d finish someday. You should be happy I got a huge crush on you that’s telling me to come back to you for more”
Well I’ll be damned! Jasmine had a crush on me! And all these years I thought I was silly for liking her. While I was too busy processing this information, Jasmine had already pulled down my shorts and boxers and was quick at work stroking my fast hardening dick.
“Oh wow Andy, I knew you were 7 inches but this looks huge!”she said.
Jasmine gently and quickly stroked my dick up and down the shaft. I felt all five of her soft fingers wrapped around it just jerking it. But then the fingers stopped. And I looked down to see Jasmine was topless, her gorgeous tits out for the open breeze. Have I mentioned these breasts were amazing?
“I know you like them Andy,” she said with a smile, “They’re all yours for now.”
I reached down and began to cup each of her juicy breasts in my hands. They felt even better than that one afternoon. Her nipples began to harden so I began to pinch them and flick them with my fingertips. Jasmine’s mouth parted and this time I knew she wasn’t just acting. My best friend of so many years, the girl I’ve have a crush on for just as long, was enjoying how I pinched her nipples and made her feel good. That open mouth was only empty for so long. I noticed Jasmine start to move downwards toward my at-attention dick. She stuck out her tongue and slowly began to lick all along my shaft. She flicked back and forth right underneath the head. She grabbed my dick with her hand and massaged it as she began licking my balls. She jerked and licked –oh-so-wonderfully! Her quick-moving, moist tongue slowly made its way licking all the way from my balls up my shaft and to the tip of my dick. She wasted no time sticking her entire mouth around my rod, engulfing it. Her head bobbed up and down lubing up my stiff dick very fast. She only would briefly take her head away to spit on my dick and jerk it while she caught her breath. She was so good at sucking dick it was an incredibly feeling. At that moment my love for my best friend was finally realized.
“Ohhh god Jasmine you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that!”
She wasted no time going into overdrive. Jasmine sucked and sucked on my dick like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue flicking under the tip while her head bobbed. I couldn’t take anymore and I began to fill her mouth with my sperm. Squirt after squirt she sucked up every last drop not pausing once. After she swallowed it all, she cleaned me up by licking all over my dick finding any traces of leftover cum. She stood up as her tits bounced.
“Told you I’d finish the job,” she said with a wink and a smile, “who knows, maybe next time I can show you more of my amazing skills and my hot body best friend.” She threw her top back on and casually left the bathroom with a smile. I could only sit there smiling as well.

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The Importance of Sophie, Preface

The following is the preface for this series in ten parts (yes, ten). Since there are a great deal of characters and there may be large gaps between instalments (I’m not skilled at writing consistently), this story will serve as a somewhat convenient resource for refreshing your memory. (Check the end for physical descriptions of most of the characters)