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The Winston Family Adventures Pt. 02

Ben Winston is a member of the Army Reserve Medical Corp and had been unexpectedly called to active duty. Catherine had to except a promotion to supervisor on the night shift in order to make ends meet. Ben’s mother volunteered to come and help Catherine and the children while Ben is away on deployment.

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 5-7

CHAPTER 5
We dressed around 5:30 and I led Marta in to her first “Mama Meal.” I’d had probably hundreds and I always gained at least two pounds by the time she let me leave the table. We began with a hot antipasto. I selected several dishes for Marta including some broiled shrimp, calamari rings, baked clams, and my favorite–crab-stuffed mushrooms. When Marta leaned over to tell me how good it was I reminded her it was only the first course.
“Uh…how many will there be?” Everyone laughed. “Four.” “Five.” Someone even suggested seven. Oh God, seven courses? I’d burst!
After the antipasto we enjoyed a delicious Italian salad or “insalata” as Mama called it.
I’m sure Marta was feeling a bit full when Mama brought out the pasta—spaghetti with homemade meatballs and hot and sweet sausage along with garlic bread. Marta balked a bit at the garlic until I reminded her I was having plenty. “You’ll need it for self defense,” I told her and we all laughed again, Marta included.
Following a huge bowl of pasta and meat, the only kind served in Mama’s house, she brought out not her usual roast beef, but my favorite—pot roast. “We having this for you, Peter. I know this you’re favorite.” Mama always speaks like this even though I know she was born in this country and graduated high school in the top half of her class, attending community college for a year before marrying an up-and-coming Anthony Pellegrini.
Foolishly, I had several helpings of pot roast with mashed potatoes. I could see Marta slowing. “Save some room for dessert. It’ll be worth the wait.” Marianne, Celia, Andrea, and Marta volunteered to clear the table while we men folk recovered. I could not imagine going through this every single week as Papa and Jimmy did. Marianne, Celia, and Andrea returned to the table, leaving Marta alone with Mama in the kitchen. I knew this was no accident. It probably meant trouble for me.
Eventually Marta returned, her arms full of a huge platter of cannoli. Some people love cannoli—I hate it. It is so sweet I can’t stand to bite into it. Mama followed Marta smiling as she carried a big Italian cheesecake. Marta walked around the table helping everyone to a cannoli but passing by me. “Mama told me none for you—have you been bad?” Again everyone laughed, much to Marta’s chagrin.
“No, Marta, Peter can’t stand cannoli—says it is too sweet. He must be sweet enough without it, eh, Peter?”
“Yes, Papa,” I agreed, “they don’t come any sweeter than me.” Again more laughter, this time including Marta. Mama patted my head as she slipped a huge slice of cheesecake in front of me. Mama placed three bottles on the table—Italian cordials. I told Marta about each. “Amaretto di Saronno is an almond based liquor. It’s sweet and tasty, too, but it has to be sipped, especially by an amateur like you. Cream Limoncello is based on lemon rinds and can be sour. The cream version is really smooth, but it’ll sneak up on you. It’s stronger than you might think once you taste it. The final bottle is Mellone, a liqueur based on a melon; this one’s cantaloupe. I would try the Limoncello. I think you’ll like it.”
“What are you having?” she asked. I shook and poured the Limoncello for both of us. We toasted and sipped. Marta grinned her approval. Later the women helped Mama again while Papa, Jimmy, and I retired to the living room. I asked Papa about calling the FBI.
“Peter, you’re a civilian—not involved in our work which is almost entirely legitimate now…but not quite. Any citizen with the information you now have would call the FBI. They’re not so bad—most of them anyway. Tell them about the life insurance policy, Cartwright’s debts—don’t worry about the Martucci’s. You won’t mention them by name, but the Fed’s will know…they’re not idiots. I expect Mr. Cartwright will not be walking anytime soon. Set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Tell them you have armed security—they’ll be in uniform—so they’ll have to identify themselves before they’re allowed to see you and Marta. Give them a code word. I’m not worried about Cartwright—he’ll be in the hospital, but he has friends who are involved and presumably they will not want to get caught so Marta is not out of the woods yet, and neither are you. I suggest you prepare ahead of time. You know what I mean.” I nodded; I knew exactly what he meant and I’d do what needed to be done even if I had to kill each and every one of them.
I knew all about killing. My marksmanship instructors in basic training wanted me to go straight to sniper school, but the brass wanted me in OCS. I wanted no part of being an officer so I went to sniper school. I practiced so much I was able to shoot a man in the eye at 1000 yards. I’d done it any number of times, but I hadn’t told Marta. I didn’t want to scare her. If any of these guys tried for her they’d be dead.
We left around eight and before we did Papa called a friend in the city about notifying Marta’s parents; I could see how relieved she was. Marta wanted to stay, but I told her I had a lot to do. On the way home I told her how I was so jealous of Jimmy when I was a kid. His dad would come home one day with a mink coat for his mom and I remembered one time they got three color TV’s. Then I saw Mr. Pellegrini’s picture in the newspaper, saying he was some kind of gangster. I never mentioned it to anyone, certainly not to Jimmy or anyone in his family. All I knew was that he was my friend and that his family was nicer to me than my own. I was in high school when it became an open secret. By then Papa was well up the ladder—all the way to Capo, or lieutenant. Papa had helped me many times along the way, even with my college expenses without ever asking anything in return. In fact, I told her, he absolutely forbade me getting involved in any type of criminal activity. He was even upset one time in junior high when I covered for Jimmy, pointing the police in a different direction. It was the kind of thing any friend would do for another, but Papa was furious. I never crossed the line again.
I waved to our guards, now in full APS uniforms, the APS standing for Anthony Pellegrini Security. They all carried shotguns or semi-automatic rifles. I went straight to my arms closet, removing my long rifle and scopes. I lowered the folding attic stairs and carried the rifle and scopes up before returning for two full boxes of ammunition and several clips. I set everything up on a low table by a gabled window that would open if needed. It was from here that I shot over the burglars’ heads. I’d be shooting at their heads this time and I wouldn’t be missing.
CHAPTER 6
I told Marta I’d explain everything after the phone calls. Until then she’d have to trust me. She nodded and sat quietly on the couch. Using the phone book I called the FBI. “FBI, Special Agent Ross speaking.”
“My name is Peter Manning.” I gave my address and phone number. “I have information about the alleged death of Marta Vanek. I say alleged because Marta is sitting here next to me. I rescued her from the sinking boat. I also have a photocopy of a million dollar life insurance policy Cartwright took out on her life without her knowledge or approval. Also, he deliberately gave you the wrong location of the boat; I know exactly where it is. I can share all that and more with you.
“I’d like some representatives of the Bureau to meet with me at my home tomorrow morning at ten. But you need to be careful. I have armed security agents here and they have instructions to shoot if necessary. I suggest you come in a marked police vehicle. They will stop you and demand identification before allowing you to pass. I’ve been told to give you a code word—Andrea.”
“Why would David Cartwright do all this? He has a good job from what I understand.”
“Yeah, but he owes more than $260,000 from some gambling debts at weekly interest.”
“Oh…the sharks are into him. Is that what you’re saying? Where are you getting all this information?
“I can’t say, but I can tell you my security is from APS.
“Pellegrini…how do you know him?”
“His son and I are lifelong friends—best friends. Listen, I have to go. I have to call my boss about taking the day off tomorrow. See you at ten.” I hung up.
I called my principal who was none too happy to hear that I wasn’t going to work tomorrow until I told him why. “How’d you get involved in that mess, Peter?”
“I went fishing Saturday morning and rescued her from the sinking boat. This is all about attempted murder of an innocent young woman. I’ll bring her to school after we’re done with the police.” I hung up and turned to Marta. “I know this is all confusing and frustrating. David isn’t in any position right now to hurt anything. If Papa is right he has no kneecaps. They’ve either been shot or broken with a baseball bat or golf club, probably the latter—it’s much more painful. What Papa and I are concerned about is his friends. They’re in this as deeply as he is, except that they’re still able to walk and we don’t know who they are. You know the news media—once they find out where you are I expect they’ll tell the world.
“I told you I was a specialist in the Marines, but I didn’t tell you what kind. I was a sniper. I wish I had my service rifle right now, but they cost thousands and they’re considered top secret. The one you saw me put upstairs is from World War II. It’s old, but it still works perfectly. I’ve shot it dozens of times. When they come it will be from the rear of the house. I’ll be ready for them. You can trust me. You’re safe now and you’ll be safer once they’re taken care of.”
We went to bed fairly early, skipping sex for the first night since we had met. I was almost asleep when I heard Marta crying. I reached around her naked body clutching her just below her breasts. “What’s the matter, Marta? Why are you crying?”
“Oh, Peter you probably wish you had never saved me. I’m nothing but trouble for you.”
“No, Marta I don’t feel that way at all. I’m very happy you’re here with me…no, that’s not right. I’m… thrilled you’re here with me. Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Marta rolled over and stroked my face. “Do you remember when I was alone in the kitchen with Mama?” I nodded. “She told me it was obvious from the way we looked at each other and touched each other that we were in love. I told her we had only known each other for two days and she laughed. ‘So what?’ she said, ‘how long do you think it takes to learn that you don’t like someone? Why should it take forever to fall in love?’”
“Mama’s a smart woman,” I replied, “and in this case she’s at least half right. I never thought I could feel about a woman the way I feel about you. I never want you to go home…never.”
“Well, Peter I’d have to say Mama was completely and totally on target. I feel the same way about you.” She lifted her face to me, wrapped her arms around me and said the words that would bind us together—“I love you.” I repeated those words and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I was up early the following morning, taking a big pot of coffee down to the guards. I was surprised to see Marco was one of them. I told them the code word—they’d never forget Jimmy’s wife’s name. I returned to Marta. She joined me in the shower. I had just grabbed the soap when she kneeled in front of me. In a second my cock was in her mouth where it grew instantly. Marta pushed me against the tiled wall as she sucked hard on my cock. He tongue was wrapped around my shaft, washing my cock with her saliva until I was rabid with desire. I pulled her up, bent her over and plunged my cock deep into her cunt as Marta moaned with rapture. I pumped her pussy hard as she gripped my knees for support. I reached between her legs finding her clit rock hard. I squeezed and pinched it harder with each thrust until we shuddered together and came in a mutual explosion. We collapsed together under the running shower. “Now that’s how we should start every day,” Marta gasped, her breath not fully regained. I couldn’t speak—I just nodded my agreement.
We struggled to stand and eventually managed to wash each other. Once we were dry we dressed and made breakfast. We ate leisurely—toast, juice, and fruit. We were still recovering from Mama’s feast last night. I took out my .30-.30, loaded it, and checked around the house. I knew Papa’s security would cover the front. I’d handle the rest if needed. As it all turned out nothing was needed. The FBI agents used the code word and had perfect ID. All the same two guards accompanied them into the house.
Our conversation lasted for more than an hour when they asked me to show them the boat. We went in convoy to the harbor where we boarded the Suffolk County Police’s 35-foot cruiser. There were two officers and two divers waiting for us. I gave the driver the latitude and longitude and off we went. Siren blaring we ignored the 12 mph limit. It took us about ten minutes to reach the wreck site. The divers went over the side and returned in another fifteen minutes, verifying everything we had told them.
The agent used his satellite phone to confirm everything to the Manhattan office. A warrant was ordered for David Cartwright; we were asked if we would participate in a press conference the following evening. I agreed immediately. When they left I called a local lumber yard and ordered twenty sheets of 7/8’s inch plywood, six tubes of Liquid Nails and a gross of two-inch nails. Then I explained to Marta what I was going to do. We had a late, but light, lunch and drove to my school. I wasn’t dressed for teaching, but that wouldn’t matter. I walked into the main office and introduced Marta to the secretaries and my principal. We chatted for a while and returned home. I was pleased to find the plywood had been delivered.
I cut the sheets into a manageable size and carried them up into the attic. I was creating a strong area—walls and floor which would protect us if—no, when—we were attacked. When I was done I had an area made of 2.5 inches of plywood, even including an extra door I could drop over the folding attic stairs once I had secured them in place. This would stop virtually any bullet. I put the scope onto the rifle, checked the flash suppressor, and loaded the clips. I would be ready in seconds. Marta and I could survive up here for days if necessary once I locked the attic door in place. I had a case of bottled water and cans of nuts and other energy foods installed.
I went to work the following day and, of course, the students asked where I had been. I told them only that there would be a press conference with the FBI that evening. I was sure it would be on the news, in fact I was praying for it. The event was held at the local Suffolk County Police Station. I mentioned saving Marta and that she was staying with me for a few days. I said nothing about having security. I was issuing my invitation—one I was more than ninety percent sure would be accepted. Papa phoned me right after as we drove home. “Are you sure you’re not one of us, Peter? You sounded as though you were praying his friends would hear you. Nicely done.” I thanked Papa, telling him I was anxious to put this behind us. I also asked his help moving Marta’s things out to my house. Papa owned a moving and storage company. Just think about how handy that could be in moving or hiding stolen goods. Papa told me he could have it done by the weekend. I stopped by Home Depot on the way, picking up some special equipment I wanted to install.
David Cartwright was in Bellevue Hospital with casts on both legs and his ankle cuffed to the bed frame. I asked the FBI Special Agent to let me know when some friends his age visited. Sure enough three young men spent the evening after the press conference with him. I was told they whispered back and forth for more than an hour. I needed to work fast.
I came home immediately after school Thursday. I installed the high intensity spotlights I had purchased, placing one directly under the window. I wired the circuit to the electrical panel and tested it—perfect. I also checked out the portable PA system I had borrowed from my school. I went inside and removed the suppressor. The flash wouldn’t be seen right over the bright light and I wanted the noise, figuring that it would scare the hell out of the amateur assassins.
CHAPTER 7
Like many alarm systems mine had a portable hand set. It could be configured either to beep or to vibrate just like a cell phone. Each night I set it to vibrate and put it under my pillow. I was sure this would be a Saturday job. All these men worked for a living so they would have limited time to plan and conduct surveillance. I didn’t think they would do either—they’d show up and kill us then walk away. Yeah, right!
Marta was spooning with me, facing the rear of the house when my pillow began to vibrate. It was 3:00 Sunday morning. My Marine training kicked in immediately. I was awake in a second. I put my hand over Marta’s mouth. “It’s happening. Get dressed quickly and quietly—no bathroom and no lights. I’ll call Jimmy and our guards as soon as we’re upstairs.” To her credit she was dressed—shorts and a top—in less than twenty seconds and up the stairs five later. I followed her and pulled the stairs up, dropping my trap door once they were locked in place. I called Jimmy, “It’s happening; I think there are four of them from the reactions of my sensors. I’ll call our guards and let them know.” I hung up with Jimmy and called Marco. “They’re here, Marco. Put two men at each side of the house, but let me handle everything until I ask for help. Make sure you have some restraints.”
I turned back to the rear yard which was almost three hundred yards deep. I used it for running and sprints as part of my exercise regimen. Using night vision goggles I could see them exit the woods at the rear of the property. They walked slowly and unsteadily toward the house. I suspected they had drunk up enough courage to do this—they were either drunk or damned close. This would be too easy. I motioned Marta to sit with her back to the wall about four feet to my right. I had padded the area for her. I opened the window and waited.
I hit the lights when they were about two hundred yards out. The lights served two purposes—to illuminate the yard and to blind the assailants. The effect was exactly as I expected. I picked up the mike for the PA system. “STOP RIGHT THERE. DROP YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND. YOU’RE COVERED AND I WILL SHOOT ANYONE WHO RESISTS.”
Of course, one of them raised his rifle. I had a shot in his upper arm before the weapon reached horizontal. “THAT’S ONE. ANYBODY ELSE STUPID ENOUGH TO TRY? HERE’S A SHOT JUST TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO.” I aimed and shot the weapon out of one guy’s hands. The rifle boomed in the night. If I were down there I’d be scared shitless. “MAYBE I SHOULD MENTION THAT I WAS A MARINE SNIPER IN AFGHANISTAN AND IRAQ. I CAN TAKE OUT YOUR TOES ONE AT A TIME IF I WANT TO. NOW DROP YOUR WEAPONS.” In spite of everything I had done not to kill anybody the first guy pulled a pistol with his off hand. When he raised it toward me I had no other choice—I put one in his head. Two men reacted as I hoped and dropped their weapons before raising their hands; the other was slow, either from drink of just plain stupidity. I put a shot through his right bicep.
“MARCO, PLEASE GET OUT THERE AND CUFF THESE IDIOTS. I HAVE YOU COVERED.” Marco and his men ran from their places, dropped the two men to their knees and secured their wrists together with what appeared to be long wire ties, but are actually strong plastic handcuffs. I phoned the police, requesting an ambulance for the wounded man and a coroner for the one I was forced to kill.
I turned to Marta. She rushed into my arms, “It’s over, darling. We can get down to good old boring life.”
“Life with you will never be boring, Peter. I love you so much and I feel so safe with you.” The cops arrived about five minutes later. I was surprised to see Marco still engaged in conversation with one of the captives; he was listening closely to what the man was saying. I explained what had happened and surrendered my weapon after unloading it. The cops were giving me a pretty hard time until Papa arrived with his lawyer. Shortly afterward Special Agent Ross showed up. The cops left satisfied that I had acted in self defense. I was surprised when Agent Ross greeted Papa with a handshake, and even more surprised when Papa returned it.
“That’s quite a rifle you have there, Peter,” Agent Ross said, “Where’d you learn to shoot?”
“Marine Sniper School, sir,” I replied, “Of course, I used something much more modern in Afghanistan and Iraq, but that rifle survived World War II and it’s a beauty–a Winchester Model 1903. I tried to convince them to give up, but one refused and the other was just plain slow. He may have been drunk, but I wasn’t taking any chances—not with Marta’s life on the line. I had no choice but to shoot. I just wish I didn’t have to kill anyone.”
Everything broke up around five, just as the sun was rising. I made coffee for everyone and we chatted in the kitchen and living room for almost an hour. As I carried some empty cups to the sink I noticed Marco’s revolver on the counter. I don’t like loaded guns lying around so I removed the shells, placing them in my pocket. Something about Marco was bothering me; I removed my Beretta, a small 9mm handgun but still lethal, especially at close range. I tucked it into the waistband at the back of my shorts, making sure the safety was engaged and that there was no cartridge in the chamber. I didn’t need to shoot my butt off.
Papa and his attorney left, followed shortly thereafter by Agent Ross. I thanked him for his help and shook his hand. Marta hugged the man, thanking him as well. Papa had taken two of his men with him, leaving only Tony and Marco. Tony was out at the car, still on duty, but Marco was pacing up and down the patio seemingly having an argument with himself. Marta wanted to go back to bed, but I held her close to me on the couch. “It’s not quite over yet,” I told her just as Marco returned to the kitchen for his weapon.
I dialed Jimmy on my cell and, before he had a chance to speak, I told him, “Listen–don’t speak.” I put the phone on the end table. Marco walked in a moment later, revolver in his hand. “Make up your mind, Marco? It looked like quite a conversation you were having first with Cartwright’s friend and then with yourself.”
“Yeah,” he responded, “I made up my mind. Sorry, but you have to go. It’s nothing personal—there’s a lot of money involved.”
“What’s the matter, Marco? Doesn’t Don Pellegrini pay you enough?”
“You know how much I made last year? A crummy hundred K and I had to pay taxes on all of it. That sucks. I can make a big score by knocking you two out…three million—tax free.”
“Yeah, Marco, but think first. How much does the typical high school dropout earn? Not a hundred thousand, that’s for sure. And you’ll have to take care of Tony, too. And don’t forget Jimmy and Papa—they never forget, do they?”
“Ah, by the time they find out I’ll be gone…long gone.” He raised his weapon, pointing it as us.
“Question, Marco—what’s the difference between your gun and mine?” I pulled mine from the waistband, flipped off the safety and racked the slide. “Of course, yours is a revolver and mine is an automatic, but what’s the important difference? Don’t know? Well…mine actually has bullets in it. Yours are in my pocket.” I leveled the pistol, aiming at his eye. “So far as Papa and Jimmy finding out, they already know, right Jimmy?”
“Oh, yeah I know all right. So does Tony; I just got off the other phone with him. He’ll be there in a second to take care of you.” That was Tony’s cue. He walked in and he was pissed. He clubbed Marco with a sap, knocking him unconscious to the floor. “Sorry, Pete. Sorry, Marta. This should never have happened. Why don’t you go to bed while I package this mook for travel?” He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Marcos wrists, before securing his ankles and mouth.
I pulled a terrified Marta to her feet and steered her to the bedroom. “What will happen to him, Peter? I kind of liked Marco before this. How did you know?”
“Yeah, I liked him, too. His problem was that he had no imagination. Jimmy told me he was extremely limited in what he could be trusted to do–other than security…basically nothing. Now he has a big problem—you don’t cross the Don, or anyone in the organization. We’ll never see Marco again and I doubt if anyone will. My guess is that they’ll take him for a boat ride into the Atlantic and drop him overboard. How did I know? You don’t just practice shooting in sniper school. I was taught a lot about people’s behavior. When you have twenty or thirty potential targets in the street it’s important to pick the right ones. I saw him in a long conversation with one of our attackers—that should never have happened. Then he was pacing back and forth on the patio—like arguing with himself. When I saw his pistol in the kitchen I took the natural precaution of unloading it. Marco was never brilliant and in the end it was his stupidity that did him in.”
Just then I heard a commotion in the living room—Marco was being removed. Seconds later Tony called in to let us know he was leaving. He wished us well and thanked me—I may have saved his life, too. I walked up to Marta, hugged her—she was still shaking—and removed her clothing. I stripped out of mine and pulled her to the bed. I pulled the blanket over us. “Just remember—I love you…I’ll always be here for you…and I’ll always protect you. Oh, yeah—if we can get some sleep now we may be able to go fishing later in the afternoon.” That was all the encouragement she needed. She kissed me, closed her eyes and we went back to a blissful sleep.

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“Yeah I’m gonna miss you too.”I said looked at the ground and then back at her. Ana wasn’t really a knockout but she had that girl next door look. Her face seemed to light up after my reply.
“I wanna ask you a question.” She paused then looked at me, I just nodded and she looked down before speaking. “Why haven’t you ever…. you know like asked me out or tried to kiss me or anything. You know I like you so why haven’t you done anything.” She looked back up at me and her eyes a bit watery. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and held a bit closer to me.
“Well how would I know that someone as cute and great like you would like someone as fat me?’ I asked looking down at her. It was a real surprise to me that she liked me. I had always just assumed that she was just acting friendly towards me i never took it as flirting or anything even close to that. I never really had it in my mind that she or anybody would like me in that sort of way so i never really thought about it. But now I was. ‘Why can’t you see things that are right in your face? You fat fucking idiot.’ I thought to myself as I held the girl tightly to me.
She looked up at me with a sort of confused look. ” You really think I’m that shallow?” She said with a tint of anger in her voice. She pushed her arms between them and created some distance from me and stared at me waiting for me to say something.
I just looked down at her with my mouth open and odd sounds escaped them . I sighed and took a deep breathe, trying to regain my composure. ” No i just never thought you’d be interested in me. I’m just so sorry that I’m so stupid and that I finally see it now when I have limited time with you.” I was looking into her big brown eyes and just couldn’t resist her. I lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her body tense up but it soon relaxed and her fingers ran along my neck. Her lips tasted a bit like strawberries and i could feel her tongue lightly brush my lips. Our kiss ended when we heard someone loudly clear their throat behind Ana. We both looked in the direction of the sound and saw Amanda grinning widely at us both. My face was getting hot and red to showcase my embarrassment. She told us that the movie was starting and we both quickly walked to the dark room as the previews rolled on. The movie was about some middle aged woman trying to get custody over her child after she was convicted of some crime, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it. My mind was just replaying the kiss over and over and over again. I didn’t even notice that the movie ended until everyone got up and the screen went black. I got up and stretched then looked at the two girls who were chatting about something.
I called my mom to tell her the movie was over and that she could come pick me up. As I walked out of the room I turned to see Ana talking to Amanda. Before I could even open my mouth she grabbed me and pulled me to a bench and sat me down. “I liked that kiss i really did but……. I’ve been in a long distance relationship before and it just doesn’t work out.” she said as she held my hands in hers. I just looked down with a disappointed look on my face. she cupped my face in her hands and made me lift my head. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I just murmured that it was fine and she got up. I was a bit startled by Amanda’s hand on my thigh. I quickly twisted my neck but she was behind me so i couldn’t see her face.
I felt her warm breath up against my ear and it made my heartbeat quicken. Her hand made small circles on my thigh and was dangerously close to my growing erection. ” She told me about you moving to Boston. My grandparents live there and since you and her aren’t going out I was thinking that maybe next time I went over to visit them , I could call you and we could hang out.” With the last statement she flicked her tongue on my earlobe and gave my cock a quick squeeze. I was speechless and the combination of her breasts pressed onto my back , her warm breath on my ear and her hand placement had my mind in turmoil. I felt her body slowly get up and I saw her ass sway from side to side and then my eyes moved up to her face. She was looking back at me and biting her lip. This made my cock twitch and bounce in my jeans which caused me a bit of pain.
Thankfully my boner subsided before my mom arrived. The next two days went by uneventfully except for a trip to the mall with Hunter on Friday. It was Saturday morning and my mom brought me to Casey’s house. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Ashley. Ashley was Casey’s friend and they had been friends for 9 years. Ashley was a grade below us but she was born the same year as me, unlike Casey who was born a year before me but in the same grade as me. I said hi to Ashley and she told me that the only people in the house was her and Casey. I closed the door behind me and followed her into the living room. Casey was sprawled out on the floor watching t.v. Ashley plopped down onto the couch and resumed watching t.v with Casey. Casey is 5’6 with light brown hair, hazel eyes, tan skin and B cups , her ass wasn’t much to look at though. Ashley on the other hand has a firm little bubble butt her hair and eyes were darker than Casey’s but her skin was fairer and her boobs were a bit smaller. Casey was wearing a black tank top and long pajama pants. Ashley was showing more skin in her white tank top and tight black shorts that ended about half an inch under her ass.
I thought that Ashley didn’t really like me, not saying that she disliked me but she seemed neutral towards me. I sat down next to her and all three of us watched the television for a while before Ashley got a call from her boyfriend and left up to Casey’s bedroom to talk to him. Soon after Casey went to take a shower. I saw some keys next to me and I thought they were Ashley’s, so I went up to give them to her. When i opened the door i saw her weeping into a pillow. “Oh sorry Ashley I just wanted to give you your keys.” I placed the keys on the dresser and sat down next to her. “Wanna tell me what happened?” I asked her. She sniffled twice and began to tell me about how her boyfriend cheated on her. I pulled her close to me and she asked me why men are such assholes. “I don’t know maybe we just can’t help in when girls like you make us crazy all day long. We just don’t know how to handle ourselves when you walk around looking the way you do.” I replied with a smile trying to cheer her up. When I saw her smile I knew I succeeded. My eyes widened when she rose her head to make her lips meet mine. Her body was nudging me and she gently pushed me onto my back.
She straddled my stomach and put her hands on my shoulders to ease her head down to meet mine. I felt her tongue jab my lips and i opened them to let her probe my mouth with it. Our tongues danced for a while and I almost didn’t notice her grinding her groin into my stomach. Our lips parted and she stared down at me for a little bit still grinding into me. Her breasts felt so soft on my upper torso and they bounced a bit when she rose up higher. I looked at her crotch and was able to make out a wet spot on the black shorts. She leaned back and by her facial expression I’m sure she felt my erection on her ass. She grinned and slid down my body until her head was leveled with my dick and her hand went down to my zipper. She unzipped my fly and grabbed my hard cock and got it out of the prison that was my boxers. She looked at my cock as it bounced and stood proudly. I got goosebumps when she blew cold on the swollen head. I looked down at her , she gave me a slight grin then engulfed my head with her warm mouth. I almost came at that very moment but I somehow held it in for a while longer. The slurping sounds she made just heightened the pleasure. A couple of minutes passed and a i felt the pressure in my balls rise. “Im gonna cum soon.” I muttered and she sped up her bobbing. I felt my balls tightened and my sperm begin to erupt from my head.I lifted my hips up into her mouth. Her mouth stayed latched onto my head for a bit longer. When she finally released it i heard a loud audible pop.
I saw her swish my cum in her mouth for a bit and swallow it. She gave me a large smirk. i tucked my soft meat back into my boxers and sat up looking at her. ” I thought it would taste a really bitter but it wasn’t that bad.” I locked my lips with hers again and let my left hand roam to her breast and then put my right hand drift down to her pussy and rub it in small circles. She was moaning into my mouth i could feel her nipple getting harder against my palm. I slid my left hand down her stomach and let my fingers lie on top of her waistband. My fingers coiled around It and slowly pulled her shorts down. She backed up and took the shorts completely off, throwing them to the floor and her cotton panties followed shortly after. I was now staring at the first pussy I’d ever seen in real life. Her glistening lips and her clitoris that peeked out of its hood were staring back at me. I quickly grabbed her around her waist, bringing her pussy to my lips. Now that it was so close i was able to see the short black hairs she had above her mound. i could smell her anticipation and it drove me insane. I stuck my tongue and gave her clitoris a quick flick with it. I knew that it was very sensitive from all the porn I watched. I used my fingers to spread her lips and kissed the pink flesh. I ran my tongue up her slit and poked it into her a couple of times. I took my index finger and popped it into her tight awaiting hole. I directed my attention to her clitoris and flicked it up and down as she began to thrash in my arms. I guessed she was having an orgasm began her body was tensing up so i put my mouth over her hole. I thought that if she tasted my cum I might as well taste hers. I lapped up her thick juices as she flooded my mouth with them. She began to relax but i was still slowly licking up and down her slit.
We both heard the water in the bathroom shut off and she hurried to get her clothes back on. When Casey entered the room she told me to get out because she had to change and I left going to the bathroom. I didn’t want to wash Ashley’s juices off of me but I knew explaining the smell would be a hard thing to do. So I stood at the sink and splashed water all over my face and dried off. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed that both girls were back downstairs in the living room. I joined them and left about an hour later. On the way home all I could think about was Ashley’s blowjob and how her pussy tasted.
The rest of my time in Lowell went by way to fast and soon I was organizing things into my new room in Boston. When school came along I signed up for football. My piggish body allowed me to be a lineman. But I slimmed down and was moved to tight end and linebacker my sophomore year. Throughout my freshman year Amanda came by about 6 times and we would give each other oral sex because she didn’t want to have vaginal sex yet. My sophomore year i was 2nd string on varsity and that made getting girls a lot easier. In the beginning of my junior year my mother told me we were going to move back to Lowell, in July. I never really asked why. In my junior year I started and already had some school scouting me.
My school was in the playoffs and we had made it all the way to semi-finals, Our opponents were actually the high school i was going to attend next year. In the fourth quarter it was 8 to 8 and they had the ball. The quarterback for the team was Hunter and he was having a very good day, he had no turnovers a touchdown and about 350 yards passing. We were playing in zone and i crept up to the line as if I was going to blitz. Hunter fell for it and call a curl by is tight end. The only problem was that when he ran the route it was in my zone. I guess he hadn’t seen me or thought i couldn’t react fast enough. The ball left his hand and was going towards his tight end but I leaped up and snatched it out the way. I made a dash for the endzone but only got to their forty-five before their running back tripped me up. My coach called a 4 receiver set so I was off the field there only 30 seconds left in the game and our quarterback heaved a bomb up to our shortest receiver. The safety extended and intercepted it pretty easily. But unlike me he had tremendous speed and was able to weave his way into a touchdown. I felt my heart drop as I looked at the time and saw we only had 19 seconds left. After the kick-off coach put me in the slot and made me run a go route. So I streaked down the field in pretty much a straight line. I saw the ball up in the air and I knew I just had to go up and snatch it. The safety that had the pick six was looming over me so I had to turn to go up and catch it. I was able to bring it down but I was downed at the ten yard line. I looked up and saw the time dwindle down to zero. one side of the stadium erupted in cheers and screaming the other grew silent. The game was over and they had beaten us by one touchdown and and two point conversion. All the players and coaches went to the 50 yard line to shake hands and such. I was at the end and Hunter was at the end of his. After shaking hands they began to talk.
‘Hey Hunter, next year if I i catch your pass in a game it won’t be an interception.” I said with a grin. I didn’t know if he would get what i was trying to tell him. The huge grin on his face told me he did. They talked about the game for a bit and then the subject moved to girlfriends. “So how is Casey?” Hunter just sighed and shook his head.
“I broke up with her man. She was kind of a prude. We only did it like three times. I could do it three times a day with three different girls if I wanted to.’He said kind of cockily and with a chuckle at the end. Hunter was douche at times but he was trustworthy when it came to anything besides girls. he’s the kind of guy that would fuck your girlfriend with you two feet away but wouldn’t even steal a quarter from you or lie about fucking your girlfriend.
“Oh really I didn’t know you two broke up I kind of lost touch with her after my first year here.’ I said before hearing my coach yell at me to get my ass to the bus. “See ya next year man” I said to hunter before waving and jogging to the bus we would take back home. It turned out that they lost in the finals to Everett.
The rest of the school year dragged on and Amanda’s grandparents passed away so she never came back. I got a couple of random handjobs and blowjobs as year progressed but I was still a technically a virgin. I called Amanda and told her I would be moving back soon and she told me that I should call Ana because she was always asking about me whenever she knew that Amanda was going to Boston. So I did as she said and called Ana .Her voice was just as sweet and soft as I remember it. I told her i was coming back home and she shrieked in excitement she pretty much begged me to go on a date with her. Although there was really no need to as I would’ve said yes anyway. We set up a time and a place and we said goodbye to each other.
Soon it was time to pack and move again. We left early so we got to our new home around eight AM. I had my licenses and my mom let me use her car often so i went to a diner a little ways away to get something to eat while my mom set her room up. When I got to the diner i ordered some eggs and bacon. i heard some girls giggling and laughing. i turned my head and saw that there were three girls , around my age maybe a year younger. I smiled widely when i saw that one of them was Ashley. My food hadn’t arrived yet so I got up and made my way over to them. They went silent when I got close. “Hey Ashley. Remember me, Jim….Casey’s old friend.” Ashley just stared at me and looked me over a couple times. I waved my hands and snapped my fingers. As an attempt to get her out of the trance she seemed to be in. She blinked rapidly a few times and stuttered a bit. I heard a woman call me and when i turned i saw that it was the waitress telling me my food was ready. “Well I’ll see you around Ashley.” i said walking back to my table.
The food wasn’t all to great but it didn’t make me want to throw up either. I paid and tipped the waitress before I left. I headed back home and found my mom snoring on her mattress. I put all my things into my room and laid on my bed for a nap. I woke up at about twelve forty-five , I groaned getting out of bed and saw that my mom was still sleeping. I decided to call Casey and see whats she’s up to. When i called she seemed upset but cheered up when I told her I could come over to hang out. I got my keys and got into my car. I’m not sure why and how I remembered the way to her house but I just did. I knocked on her door, when it opened i saw her and i immediately saw what time had down to her and her body. Unlike Ashley who’s body stayed pretty much the same and just looked a bit older, Casey’s body matured and nicely might I add. her breasts had grown to C’s and her body now resembled an hour glass pretty well. I didn’t notice that she was staring at me because my eyes were fixated on her body. When I did finally notice it I saw she had the same look that Ashley did. “Ashley told me you had grown to be fucking hot but I didn’t know how right she was.”
I just chuckled at her statement and walked inside. When I did three sets of eyes were staring at me. Ashley, Casey’s grandmother and Casey’s sister were all staring at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable but shook the feeling as I want to sit next to Ashley. Casey came and sat next to me but didn’t say anything. I didn’t really know what to do so I just hummed a bit. After a few minutes everyone went back to whatever they were doing before. I turned to Casey who was still looking at me then back at Ashley who was also staring at me. “Okay can I just know why you guys keep looking at me?” I said turning my head from side to side.
“Well you just look so different now. Your actually cute now. It just seems weird” Ashley blurted. I looked over at Casey to see if she felt the same way. By the look plastered on her face I could tell she did. I just laughed and shook my head.
“Really? Wow thats dumb. And Casey haven’t you looked in the mirror? Your not hard to look at. Ashley you’ve always been told your hot so no need to remind you of that.” I said smirking at both girls. We talked for about two hours just catching up and talking about our senior year and Ashley’s junior year. Somehow we got to dates and i said i had one for tomorrow with Ana. Both of there smiles subsided at the mention of me having a date. I don’t understand why.
I left shortly after that and saw that my mom was awake but still in bed. I looked at the clock it was already five o’clock. I took a shower and then watched television until I fell asleep. I woke up with morning wood and remedied it by jerking off in the shower. It was eight and my date was in three hours. Those three hours passed sluggishly. I got into the car and drove to her house. I didn’t know she was home alone. we were watching a move but halfway through it we were just making out rather than actually watching the movie. She told me to follow her ,I did and soon i was in her bedroom. She jumped onto the bed and laid down. Now i was able to really see her and how much she changed. I was glad to see that her legs were still long and looked even more toned than when they were younger. I also noticed that i wasn’t the only one that had gotten taller. She didn’t grow to be 6’4 like me but she looked about 5’9 maybe 5’10. She was sporting some D’s on her chest but the look of innocence is still all over her face. Needless to say I found her even sexier now that i did back in the movie theaters 3 years ago.
“Jimmy are you a virgin?” she asked me. I just nodded my head up and down to gesture yes. She smiled and grabbed me pulling me onto the bed with her. “Well then we can learn together” She said as she began to take her shirt off. After that came her pants and then her bra. Her nipples were quarter sized and I reached out to pinch one and suck the other into my mouth. She was moaning and reaching to find my cock. By now it was as hard as steel and aching to get out of his pants. She finally unzipped it and looked down at it. I heard a small gasp escape her mouth.”Jimmy your huge.” I didn’t really think eight and half inches was huge but i guess she did. She was slowly pumping my dick and my hand found its way into her panties. I stuck a finger in her and marveled in how tightly she was gripping my finger Although I didn’t feel her hymen. I thought about ow tight she would be on my dick considering she had had my finger held strongly.
She back away to take her panties off and I used the time to strip off my clothes. I laid there slowly stroking my dick as some precum leaked from the bulbous head. she moved her head down to my crotch and enveloped my head in her warm mouth. I groaned as her tongue swirled around the head. Her head bobbed up and down as i felt my head nudge the back of her throat a few times. she was trying to deep throat me but her gag reflex was making it difficult. I gently put my hands on the back of her head and pushed down onto my cock. I felt my head slide down into her throat, it was a magnificent sensation. She pulled herself off to get some air. she straddled my waist and held my dick in her hand aiming it up at her wet slit. My penis twitched in anticipation of getting inside her warm tight snatch.She slowly lowered herself onto my rod. A moan left my lips when my head popped into her outstretched hole. Her pussy was hot,wet, and oh so tight. It felt like a very snug oven but her natural secretions were cooling it down at the same time. I saw her face scrunch up and her eyes shut tightly as she tried to take more of me. She was halfway through when she took a deep breath. She looked into my eyes and dropped quickly onto my lap. Our naked pelvises slapped together , my pubic hair was short but it was poking into her bald pussy now. She groaned and moved her hips around after a while. She hadn’t accommodated to my size yet but she was still grinding her clit into me. My hands reached around and grasped both her butt cheeks and i tried to get more of myself inside of her if it were even possible. After a couple of seconds she rose up about an inch and came down softly. She repeating this motion until she was almost lifting off of my dick and slamming down my entire shaft with a loud audible slap.
I felt her body stiffen and tighten then she began to jerk a bit and her pussy was convulsing on my dick. looking up at her face I could only describe it as pure bliss. She was slowly rocking back and forth for a while then looked down at me with lust in her eyes. I raised my arms so they were curled over here shoulders and pulled her down so her back was on the bed. My penis was still nuzzled inside of her. She had her hands on her breasts rubbing and pinching her nipples. I started to pump her with long slow strokes and used my thumb to rub her clitoris at a slow pace. I gradually built more speed in my thrusting and my thumb work. Soon I was thrusting into her hard and her whole body would jump with every thrust. When this happened her boobs would bounce. She bit down on her lower lip as her second orgasm flowed through her. The feeling of her pussy contracting on my dick sent me over the edge, I felt the sperm in my balls rise up through my shaft and I hurriedly pulled out of her and gave my dick three hard strokes before four ropes of cum spurt out of my head. They land on her right tit, her arm and then two landed on her stomach. I laid down next to her and apologized for not telling her he was going to come. She seemed fine with it and enjoy having him cum all over her. our breathing was rapid but it eventually slowed down and I put my arm over her should , placing it on one of her boobs while spooning her. I dozed off a few minutes later.Part 2 could come out soon if I see that people actually enjoyed this.

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Turning on the Neighbor Lady

Turning on the Neighbor lady
A woman moved in next door to my girlfriend and I. A real nerd. I could tell she had a hot body, big tits, nice ass and legs through her lab coat she always wore. She wore no makeup, piled her hair up sloppy, dumb looking glasses and was not into guys much. She was 23, and only had a few dates with other nerds. My girlfriend and I took and interest in her and soon she spent a lot of time at our house.
… She was the ultimate naïve girl. My girlfriend got close to her with secret girl talk. She had never had sex and hadn’t even ever masturbated. Her parents were brainy nerd professors and all they ‘all’ did was read books as she grew up, except no books about… sex. She was adopted. Her parent weren’t into all that messy sex stuff. They home schooled her with the finest schooling. They got her a degree.
…. She was so into the science lab where she worked, it had consumed her whole life. Her I.Q. was really high.
…I started getting sexually interested in her. She liked my male attention. Every one has things that turn them on and I wanted to turn her on to me. I slowly got real close to her. She would gasp if I hugged her or rubbed her arm. I would whisper to her when the girlfriend was out of the room, how smart she was that I liked her and I would squeeze her hand.
…She would gulp and start breathing hard. As time went by, she would close her eyes and just stand there as I rubbed her arm and whispered how much I liked her body. Now she would look at me with loving eyes and then she would lean her head on my chest.
… She was getting attracted to me. Just what I wanted. I started sexually teasing her when the girlfriend wasn’t around. She didn’t quite understand it, but her breathing told me she was effected by it.
…One evening when the girlfriend was out of town, the nerd (Jenny) ask me to come over and just talk. She saw me looking at her tits, she had no bra on. She asked me why I liked her tits so much. I told her because I had an urge to feel them, and that it would please me to do so. I ask her if I could feel them. She said with a quiet tremble in her voice: “Sure, go ahead“. She had on this ugly robe, so I reached in and felt her nice big tits. She just stood there with a gasping reaction. I started kissing and sucking in them. When I got to her nipples, things changed. She sucked a big breath and said: “That feels quiet pleasant. How does it feel to you?”
…I wanted to say…..(’it makes me want to fuck you!, lady’)…but with her,… a little at a time. I said I loved doing it, but it’s so much better for both of us to do it lying down. She said: “Oh…..well….let’s go lay down then. She held my hand and led me to her bed. We moved a bunch of books and she lay on her back and waited. I got on top of her, and started sucking her nipples good. She started breathing pretty heavy, but still did know how to react. I told her to close her eyes and I would show her other places that ’felt pleasant’. She said ’ok’ and I began to open her robe up all the way.
… I slowly removed her panties and started kissing down on her tummy and kept going. She said: “Oh Wow!….that’s real pleasant.” Now I was getting somewhere. I placed her hands on my head as I opened her legs wide and my tongue headed for her pussy. I said: “You guide me to where it feels the most ‘pleasant’….ok?”
…This was all new to her, but she did it. She had a cute patch of pubic hair and a tiny clit. When my tongue touched her clit. She jumped. She held my head tight and took a big breath. “There” she said. “Keep doing that please.”
Jenny thought…..
…Sex lessons, that’s what I never learned. Mom and dad never talked or taught me about sex. I’m loving this, I’m going to need a lot of sex lessons from James…I’m a good student and I want to do good at this. He’ll be the perfect teacher for me, and so far he as taught me many new things. I feel affection toward him and new feelings that make me want to have some sex with him. He makes me feel excited and nervous at the same time. I won’t fail at this because I want him to like me. I love these new feeling I get from him, and now I want more. Strange how sex does this to a girl. I need to study up on ‘sex’, but I have a great teacher.
James….
…It was the first time a guy had licked her pussy. I started in to make her as really turned on as I possibly could.
….She continued to hold my head and guide my tongue to her clit. “Oh my, that is really feeling good James, I feel all kinds of new things in my body going on. Can we do this a lot?” she said. I said: “Oh yes, there is a lot more that this.”
“Oh… I want you to teach me everything about this ‘sex‘. I feel like I want to kiss you James. Can we kiss too?”
…I thought…what a golden opportunity to train a woman to my liking. Un-tainted by the anyone. I kept licking her clit as she began to moan for her first time. Her knees came up and she raised her pussy up with my long licks of her slit, ending the lick on her clit. “Oh James, I feel a real good feeling building up inside of me, keep that up please.” she said breathlessly. She had never had an orgasm and she was about to have her first with my tongue. I held her hot squirming legs as she felt for the first time an orgasm coming. She ran her fingers thru my hair and unconsciously pulled it. She began to tremble as I nibbled on her now swollen clit.
…She started in with her out of control moans. “Oh James…I…I’m…Oh Yes James …I can’t take it.. “ She pulled my tongue away from her clit and shook hard. “Oh My God” she cried out. “That….oh god…James…that…that..”
…He first orgasm shook her up real good. She was now speechless and just moaned and squirmed over and over. She finally composed her self and pulled me up and kissed me with all the passion she had. Now was the time to teach her about our tongues. I darted my in between her lips. She shuddered and after several darts of mine, she slowly let her tongue slip in my mouth. “James…I can’t breathe…please wait.” She caught her breath and then she went right back to our tongue fest.
… For at least 10 minutes she now let her tongue go wild and feel my tongue with hers. “James …your beautiful, I have wild feelings about you I can’t control. I want you to keep holding me forever….but that doesn’t make sense. I feel so good I want…I want…oh James..”
….I let her sort out in her mind the new things that just happened and went back to my place. I left her with her eyes closed and in a daze.
….Fate stepped in and my girlfriend called. I got dumped. She found someone new and would be by one last time to pick up her stuff. I tried to sound disapointed on the phone, but I was smiling big.
….By Friday night Jenny was over. The girlfriend was now gone and Jenny wanted to learn anything I wanted to teach her. We went to her place. After we showered and I just let her watch me as I watched her, we headed for her bed. She had never seen a man naked before live and she had a lot of questions. She was shocked at the difference between a regular sized cock and a full erection. I let her touch, feel and play with my cock. She said quietly: “I feel like I would like to kiss it, is that normal?” I smiled to keep from laughing and said: “Oh yes all girls like to kiss men’s cocks.” She looked relieved and kissed my erection. Once, twice and then just kept on kissing it.
…Now was the time to talk about ’oral sex’ and a new word: ’Blow Job’. I explained that was just an expression, that girls liked to ‘suck’ and not ‘blow’ on men’s cocks. She was all excited and just had to try it. I coached her about not letting her teeth scrape my cock, and it takes ‘lots of practice’ to get it right. I let her ‘practice’ on me for a while. I coached her and she was a quick learner and I was feeling real good as she wanted to please me, the teacher. Now I talked about cum.
…I said ‘if’ she got real good at sucking my cock, she would get a nice reward when ‘cum’ came shooting out the end of my cock and inside her mouth. She was all excited and said she would try real hard to get the reward. I said: “Tomorrow I’ll let you try that, but for now, to practice, rub my cock up and down to see if you can make it cum, ok?”
… I brought this little ’bell’ with me. When you hear me ring it, that means it’s ’practice time’…ok?” She said “Ok!” Now…I need to practice licking you between your legs Jenny.” She said: “ Oh James, you don’t need any practice at all, you’ve got it down perfect!… but you can practice on me anytime you want.”
….I was on my back and moved her on top of me 69 and let her ’practice’ jacking me off. I began to lick her wonderful virgin pussy again. She hiked her pussy up and backed it into my tongue. Now the moaning started as she jacked me as I had taught her to do. She wanted that reward and really worked it. As I brought her up to a new way for her to have and orgasm, she got real turned on and hyper as she moaned and jacked me faster. I soon felt her lips go over my cock and listened to her moan and breathe hard.
….I could hold off no more as I shot a big load in her mouth. She jerked her head and moaned loud as I squeezed her clit with my lips. She bucked her hips and moaned her orgasm again. She trembled awhile and then said: “James…(breath)..I did it!…and I got the reward. Oh my god that was….(gasp) so exciting…the cum reward is so warm and a little salty, but I love it!…. Do that again!”
…I had to explain about waiting for another load.
….I moved in with her the next day.
…It was Saturday and all day long we ‘practiced’ feeling each other. I taught her about masturbation. This was new and she said: “I had this wonderful thing between my legs all this time?, Oh James…how can I thank you.” I said:
“Tonight.”
….That night I showered with her and showed some fun things to do in the shower. I got her pussy all soaped up and we did a little expanding as she was a virgin. I showed her how to find her G spot. I think she orgasmed 3 times as we played.
…I got into bed and reached over and rang the little bell. She came running in saying: “Practice time!”, and jumped on top of me. I told her to put my hard cock between her legs and rub her pussy up and down on it. She said: “oooooo I like this. I felt her big tits as she did tongue ‘practice’ on mine. My cock was rubbing right on her clit as she got hotter and hotter. I said to ‘practice’ putting my cock inside of her pussy. She started trying a little at a time. She said: “..oh James…this is feeling better and better, it was a little tight at first but it’s starting to go in further. The further it goes in, it feels even better…oh god James…my pussy is jacking you now, this is the best!”
…I let her go at her own pace as she began to get a rhythm going. I loved listening to her pant and moan as she was now fucking for her first time. She was experiencing for the first time, sex with a guy. I watched her pink face as she worked up the good feeling higher and higher. She managed to say: “…James….I’ve never felt this before…. is it taking my mind…. to new ….and….wonderful places….(gasp)…oh….oh..” As the climax climbed up high she started to shake….she let out a shaky moan, that I’ll never forget.
…She clamped her arms around me and fucked me hard and stopped and shook some more. I let go with a hot load in her which caused her to squeal and dig her pussy hard into my cock….
My cock just kept on shooting in her until I was totally spent. We lay there in a arm wrapped ball of euphoria. Twitching and spasms were all we felt as sleep took us over…….
——–
….Jenny was now a lusty, horny wild girl. She wanted to experience her new found life every night.
She would go in the lady’s restroom at work and finger herself now. Another nerd girl named Molly, heard her moan and ask her all about her pleasure sounds.
….One day she called from her work and said she had a surprise for me that evening. I was in the back of the house when she came home. I heard my little bell ringing and ringing. I wondered what she was up to. I came in the living room. There was Jenny, bell in hand and this girl named Molly. I had heard all about Molly from Jenny when Molly caught Jenny masturbating in the restroom at work. Molly ask nothing but questions to Jenny every chance she got from then on. Questions that Jenny didn’t know the answer to yet.
…. Molly was a nerd ok, but…. beyond her thick glasses and messy blond hair, I saw nice round tits and a hot body. Beautiful long legs, and a face to die for. They both smiled at me and then Jenny spoke:
“James, this is Molly and she needs sex lessons bad. I’ll be gone for about 3 hours, can you give her a first lesson?”
….I was so stunned, I could only nod my head as Molly and I smiled at each other. Jenny left and Molly stood up, kicked off her shoes, took her glasses off, pulled her blond hair back and pinned it and took her long lab coat off.
….She was completely naked.
…My eyes feasted on her young full pointy tits and super hot body. She smiled big, walked over to me and said softly:
……..(”So…where do we start?”)……

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Broken Birds, Part 13, Beloved

Part 13
Beloved
Michael watched the effect of Alice’s words. His women moved as if in a synchronized ballet.
Shoshana and Rafaela, who had never been in a “Harem Night” were fascinated. Beth who had been at the foot of the bed, waved Shoshana over.
“Shosh, I think you may like this position. I’ll join Rafaela.”
Rachael and Lynn helped Alice to straddle Michael’s formidable cock. Lynne gently applied warming lube to Alice’s opening, even though Alice and Michael’s cock were already very wet. They positioned her facing Michael’s feet and then let nature take its course.
She slowly descended on his cock. It felt huge! She stopped several times, feeling hands on her body, but concentrating on getting his shaft inside her. Finally she was sitting on his pelvis.
Rachael and Lynne helped her to lean back without hurting her sore legs. When her back rested on Michael’s chest, his steely arm encircled her waist.
“Now, enjoy.” He whispered into her ear.
Michael’s cock pressed against the top of her pussy directly beneath her pelvic bone. Every movement he made caused his cock to caress that soft, sensitive tissue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Two sucking ravenous mouths covered her sensitive aureoles.
Alice moaned and then gasped as Shoshana’s sharp tongue reached her clit. Shoshana’s tongue descended again, caressing Alice’s inner lips distended around Michael’s cock. Her tongue danced back down to Michael’s balls, up his shaft back to her clit.
“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” Alice screamed.
Michael restrained her for a split second, giving Lynn and Rachael time to pull back, then allowed Alice to sit bolt upright, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Alice pushed Shoshana back, mumbling, “Too much.”
Except for Shoshana, each woman took her turn and still Michael did not cum.
Finally, it was time. Alice lay on her back and welcomed him into her. He started slow.
“Fuck me, Lover. I’m all yours.”
As his pelvis rubbed her clit, she began to climb her climax. She mirrored his rhythm. He looked into her trusting, needy eyes.
“Cum in me….”
He was very close, but needed her to climax first. He needed her to know he would wait for her.
Rafaela understood and bit her lip willing Michael to wait.
Finally Alice began to swing her head back and forth, screaming out Michael’s name. Her legs snapped around him, pulling him deeper, lubricant leaking from her stretched pussy.
AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Alice screamed incoherently as she climaxed.
The fluttering walls of her pussy caused Michael’s ejaculation, a flood of semen and sperm, deep in side her.
Five women watched in awe.
“I want that,” Shoshana whispered to Lynne, “Kiddo, was it like that for you?”
Lynne shook her head, “Better.”
They cleaned up and dressed for dinner, Rafaela discretely ordering the bed be changed.
Seated at the dinner table, a light dinner before them, Alice tapped her champagne glass with her knife and rose for a toast.
“To Michael.”
They all drank.
As she was sitting down, she paused, “Oh, did I forget to tell you I can have babies and I’m not on any birth control?”
Beth threw her cloth napkin at her.
“But I hope I’m not pregnant yet,” looking at Michael, “I kind of like baby making.” She held up her right hand, slipped off the commitment ring and put it on her left hand.
Everyone clapped.
Michael looked at Shoshana with love in his eyes.
Shoshana fidgeted as Lynne helped her shave, lovingly caressing her upper thigh. Michael had taken a side bedroom for tonight. Tonight was Shoshana’s. Each of the other women envied her a little, but each wanted her night to be filled with wonder and pleasure. While Beth and Rafaela had become the de facto leaders, Shoshana was their heart and soul. A stunning beauty, with a kind, strong heart.
Alice, their doctor and sister, understood that Shoshana would never fully recover, but she suspected that loving Michael had filled her life. A child would be great, but after her abuse, it was just too dangerous. Perhaps Lynne would be a surrogate. She had offered, but Alice had other thoughts.
Michael gently knocked on the master bedroom door, “I’ll be in the other room.”
Inside, Beth nodded and sent Alice to the bathroom to get Shoshana.
Michael had on a bathrobe as he sat, sipping a glass of champagne in the candlelit room when Shoshana knocked. Michael tabled the flute on the bedside table and opened the door.
Before him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dressed in a gossamer thin robe, her flowing black hair below her shoulders, warm brown eyes filled with passion.
He took her delicate hand and led her inside. He noticed Lynne hiding in the corner of the living room. She gave him a thumbs up sign. She covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
Michael closed the door.
Shoshana stood in front of him, waiting.
He lifted her chin so he could look into her soul. Her arms circled his neck. Their lips met with a passion that felt like liquid fire. Their bodies molded together, Shoshana squirming urgently against his hard cock. She pulled back, “Please,” a plea and demand. Her hand untied his robe while his hand released hers. Her arms went around his neck. He reached behind her legs and lifted her He placed her on the bed and followed to lay beside her.
“My love, I have never seen anyone as beautiful,” he said truthfully, still stunned.
“Michael, make this night a dream. I want to tell our children…”
He gently caressed her neck, behind her ears with the tips of his fingers. She shivered sensuously. He stroked her shoulders softly, while placing soft, butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, his tongue darting to give a light lick, tasting her skin. His fingers created a light “piano touch” across her upper chest. It felt strange and exotic.
Her eyes were open but unfocused. She was lost in a well of pleasure and her private dreams. His mouth followed his magical fingers. Instead of heading directly for her breasts and their hard, elongated nipples, he caressed the back of her arms.
She moaned.
Now Michael understood. Shoshana needed someone to return all the love she had given others. She needed to receive, not give. It wasn’t about pleasure or technique. It was about love. Alice had suspected as much.
Michael spent a very long time caressing and kissing her. He turned her over and did the same to her shoulders, back, legs and feet.
He turned her face up and kissed her softly, but she just murmured her need. She was floating in a sea of protective love.
His mouth reached for her left nipple and sucked gently. A sexual moan. The trance broken, but with pleasure. He sucked harder and flogged it with his tongue. A delighted squeal. He moved to the other breast and repeated his assault. Her breathing became ragged.
His hands remained on her breasts, kneading, teasing, and pleasuring her. His mouth descended, butterfly kisses to her belly, a tongue flicking over her naval ring, into her belly button, then moved lower.
He shifted, lifted her leg and found himself staring at her naked pussy with a shiny clit ring.
She was incredibly wet. He blew warm air on the leaking slit, but kissed her left inner thigh, dragging his tongue along its toned interior. He repeated with the right, but brought his tongue closer to her womanhood. Then back to the left, teasing her unmercifully. Finally, she grabbed his head and pulled him to her pussy.
Michael knew he could not compete with Alice or Rafaela in pleasuring a woman, but this was about loving.
He pointed his tongue and slowly licked from her puckered starfish to her clit, parting her inner lips while tasting her juice. He stopped just short of her clit ring. He remembered to be very careful in spreading her pussy lips.
She started to scream her pleasure as his lips grazed her clit. He gently inserted two fingers in her pussy, palm up.
She began thrashing, making it difficult to keep his tongue in place. He flicked the clit ring with his tongue and curled his fingers to reach her g spot.
She exploded in a shattering climax screaming “Michael” over and over.
Michael had no experience with the violence of her orgasm. She jammed his face against her pussy, locking her legs to keep him against her. He darted his tongue into her pussy. She bucked wildly. He flicked the clit ring. She shrieked, her body contorted in spasms. He lubed a finger on his left hand and began to caress her starfish. She screamed his name again and impaled herself on the finger.
Then she went limp. Sensory overload.
Alice had told him that what happened after was more important for Shoshana than the actual lovemaking.
Shoshana slowly came back to reality. She felt safe and loved in a way she’d never experienced. She was lying with her cheek on his chest, his arm around her back. She looked up into the most loving eyes she had ever known. He was sipping some champagne. He put his glass down so he could caress her cheek.
“I love you Shoshana.” He said softly.
Unknowingly, his words opened the door to her private hell.
Her eyes began to tear, her face contort. It wasn’t crying. It was the scream of an anguished soul, spewing her pain, anger and humiliation into the night. She screamed. “Bastards” over and over again.
The door opened and Alice stuck her head in. Seeing Michael holding Shoshana, she hesitated. Michael motioned her in. She shook her head, knowing that Shoshana would share her pain only with him. As hard as it was on Michael, he was her answer.
Alice went back to the others.
“Whatever he did, Michael got her to finally open up and let out her pain. She’s in there crying now. Michael and I talked about what to do. Dear God, she’s been through such hell.”
Beth said softly, “Dad will get her through it. He got me through mine.” Beth began crying. Soon, all five women were weeping.
Several hours later, Alice checked on them. She listened at the door and realized that Shoshana was talking to Michael.
She ran back to the master bedroom. “I can’t believe it! She’s talking with Michael.” She looked at Beth. “He’s one hell of a man.”
The four other women nodded.
She told him of her pain, degradation, humiliation and finally her submission over several harrowing hours.
Michael knew she had to get it out, but she remembered the most intimate details making Michael’s anger grow. She let it all out. Her initial rape by her father and brother. Being sold to her brother’s friends. Each mutilation. She remembered everything in vivid detail.
Finally, as the sun started to lighten the blinds, she looked at him.
“I’m ready. Make me a woman.”
Michael sent thanks heavenward for the little blue pill.
He began to again caress her, slowly bringing her to readiness, but she was impatient. “I want you inside me!” trying to push him back. He’d been told to be gentle and to avoid violent penetration, so he resisted.
“I want my lips on yours when I enter you,”
She relaxed and he levered himself above her. She was still incredibly wet as she guided him into her. He moved slowly, controlling her impatience. Finally he felt his balls at her ass.
“God, I’m so full.”
He began to roll his hips. She copied him. Several slow, long strokes followed by more side-to-side movement.
Her face showed her frustration.
He put his arm around her waist, his other hand pushing her leg down and flipped so he was on the bottom.
“Now you’re in control.”
Her eyes flashed with lust.
She began doing a dance on his cock, eyes closed, her arms raised above her head. His hands found her nipples and he twisted them hard. She wailed her delight. Again and she started her climax. His hands flew to her clit, one thumb rubbing right, one left.
Her eyes snapped open. She leaned forward as though punched in the stomach, her hands on Michael’s chest to break her fall. He thrust up, into her, hard again and again as his climax washed over him.
She lay on his chest and opened her eyes with difficulty, “I love you Michael.”
She was already asleep when he replied.
A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time it was Lynne. Michael waved her in. She entered silently. Michael was spooning Shoshana. He had Lynne take his place. He needed to talk to Alice.
Alice was in the living room with Rachael and Rafaela.
Michael looked like hell, but he didn’t care. Alice understood. She ran to him.
“I wanted to tell you everything before I forgot.” He went on to tell her about the pain, rape, sodomy and forced bestiality.
When he finished, he turned to leave. She reached and touched his arm. He turned. Without words, Alice kissed him gently. “Get back to bed and stay with her.”
He nodded and silently reentered his room.
He changed places with Lynne. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
“I guess I wore you out,” she said with genuine laughter in her voice.
Shoshana smiled down on him. He searched her eyes and found only happiness.
“Come on, get up! It’s past noon!”
Smiling, he started to get up.
“Shosh, I love you.”
“And I you, husband.”
He dragged himself to lunch, ravenous and exhausted. Shoshana, though, seemed refreshed and at peace.
A family lunch.
Shoshana called for silence as she stood. She showed her right hand and slowly removed her ring. Michael moved to her side, took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.
Clapping and hoots of approval.
Shoshana drank in their approval and love.
As lunch ended, Shoshana asked Alice if they could talk. She looked at Michael for approval. Michael nodded and smiled.
Michael napped for several hours.
He awoke alone in darkness and quiet. A moment of terror jolted through him. He grabbed a robe and burst into the living room.
His women looked up, startled. Only Beth knew that look.
After a moment, he said, “Please don’t ever let me wake up alone again like that. I thought I had lost all of you!”
Beth came to him, leading him back to the bedroom, feeling him trembling. “I’ll make sure, Dad.” She alone knew the violence of his nightmares. She motioned Shoshana to come with them.
Shoshana stayed with Michael.
When Beth returned to the living room, she confronted their questioning looks. Beth understood their looks.
“Dad was a SEAL when I was born. He was a good one. The guys protecting us are part of a company owned by one of his old team members.” Beth paused, “Dad’s call sign was “Terminator” if that tells you anything. He quit. He HATES violence,” she looked at Rafaela, “he would never kill again unless his family was threatened.”
“The bastards that raped me live in fear. I don’t know what will happen, but my uncles will be sure they NEVER do anything to a girl again.”
“But Dad has nightmares. He did things that he has trouble with. Have you ever really looked at his scars? He’s got scars from being shot, from shrapnel and knives.
“Look, he needs us. Someone stays with him. Always. Deal?”
Four determined women nodded.
“You mean he’s kinda Jason Bourne?” Lynne asked seriously.
“A real Jason Bourne with a big dick and real nightmares.”

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A chance at a new sex life; Part 5

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome.

Fiction

MILF – 3

…
I watched her walk up the walk-way toward the Hotel…she seemed nervous so I decided to meet her half way. A man meeting a woman half way, how un-male-like I thought…and smiled.
She didn’t see me at first so I said hello load enough for her to hear. It startled her…much to our mutual amusement.
“I’ll try again”, said:
“Hello Candice”.
“Hello”, she said, laughing at her nervousness.
We talked for maybe ten minutes outside about various things…one of which was the lovely flower-garden set between the walkways at this Hotel.
“Would you like to go inside”, I ask her.
“In a hurry are you”? She asked.
“No, I just thought I’d ask”, I said…Continuing I said—“would you prefer to sit outside for a bit and talk”?
“Yes”. She answered.
We sat outside continuing out discussion about gardening. I could see something was up so I ask her.
She told me her marriage was over and as of last week she’ a single woman. [She did not look happy to be single to me]
Looking away from me she continued;
How her husband had been having an affair for years with his secretary. That everyone knew and had conspired against her…hurting her most was the other casual fuckng he had done behind her back with her friends—all of them.
“As of this moment you are almost the only person I can trust…odd isn’t it”, she added.
I laughed. Inappropriately as it turned out…Candice’ face went pale…as if I’d just punched her in the stomach…, and what can only be described as disappointment made its appearance on her face. [Once again I error]
I stopped laughing:
“What’s wrong”?
“You’re laughing at me”, she replied.
“No…I’m laughing at the situation”. [That did nothing for my predicament]
“I think I’ll go Dave”.
“No…Stay…I’m sorry”, I said.
She looked at me with a forlorn look on her face. [Did I feel bad!]
“Common. Please stay, and let me try to recover from my poor judgement”.
She agreed, so we sat outside on a park bench…I gave her my best explanation…she accepted that along with my apology. [Lucky or what I thought to myself]
The tensions between us slowly abated and our normal comfort zone returned.
THE SITUATION:
About eight months back I was looking to buy something to live in …Candice is in real-estate and it just so happened I was driving by her office and popped in while she was there. She’ a -knockout so I was more than pleased to have her look after my interests.
—- I’d been married a few years before but my wife, ex, dumped me…basically my own fault.
I gained too much weight for her to deal with. In fairness she had given me plenty of time to get my shit together but I lost interest in-myself … MY father had died and my office job lent itself to an easy life style and a big gut. That was and I suppose still is my excuse for that period of my life.
Near the end of our marriage my mother got ill and I started spending allot of time over there…my brother and sister live out of town and probably are the happier for it. So my wife was alone with her fat slob of a husband always over at mommy’s…you get the picture.
My mother never saw my ex- therefore her guns were trained on me… daily barrages…fuck do mothers know where to shoot.
Your this, your that, lose weight, no wonder she lost interest in you, and on and on she’ go.
— I moved in with mom…she was sick for about two years. She was a real pain in the ass…, but I give her the credit for turning my life around.
By the last six months mom had worked me so hard I had lost 60 lbs…, or there bouts. Self preservation had me out walking, eventually some running, yard work…anything to get a break from her, without actually telling her-she was a pain in the ass. You get it; ‘MOM’.
I quit my office job and worked as a labourer, first in warehousing, then in construction.
Mom told me office work is for skirts; ‘get a man’s job you lazy bugger’, one of mom’ favourite words…beats the hell out some of the other things I have been called.
So between all that and pick-up sports I got into pretty good shape, best of my life…I even got a few dates with younger girls… I am past 30 and they were in their early 20’s. I had some good sex too, did I learn from those girls. Some young woman, wow!
Then one day mom died. I will always remember her saying each time I went out;
“If I die don’t use that as an excuse to you stay out past your curfew”. She’d laugh.
— ‘I love ya’ mom’, even if you’re not here I hear your words… and they stand me in good stead.
The— estate garnered us siblings about $150,000 each… the bro and sis took the money and ran…haven’t seen them since. Fucker’s anyway!
BACK TO CANDICE;
Like I said she’ in realty and was doing her job finding me a home. It took me about five months to find something I both liked and did not take all the money. Candice and I had several coffee’ together and a few drinks on a couple of evenings. We seem to get along.
I had a few dates during this period and was feeling very confident in myself… for one of the few times in my life. That fateful day came when it was sign the papers and take possession of the house.
I looked things over and noticed one small detail that was off. I pointed it out to her so we rescheduled for the following day. She would call me that evening to reschedule again… she did not say why but I assumed it was personnel… I knew from conversations with her that she was having some-trouble; I assumed with the husband. Difficult for me to believe from what I knew of Candice.
The rescheduling took me past the date I was to receive my furniture, Candice gave me permission to move in ahead of the possession date. It was the following Saturday before we sat down to finish up the paper-work.
She came over early ‘PM’. I had prepared a light lunch hoping she would stay; I was sad that this would be our last time together.
She said yes to the lunch… I think she picked up on my mood. She made herself comfortable and did not press the issue of signing the paperwork. Lunch took an hour plus.
I cleaned up when she went to the bathroom so the table was cleared and wiped clean when she came out. She seemed a little surprised.
I picked up the paper work and went thru it again…just making sure. Candice sat up-on the table with-her feet on the chair. No problem from my viewpoint. I have nice furniture and she made it look even better.
………………………….
Usually Candice dressed professionally. Business suit, heels, nylons…, usually black; a proper blouse or shirt, whatever chicks wear.
This day was a Saturday so she was casually dressed. Open toed heels, very fancy looking I thought. Deep ‘V’-d top, light brown in color… NO BRA! That got my attention; it looked like she had ‘C’ cup, and nice skin tone to boot. Hot damn…but I kept my cool. This was no small feat on this hot summer’s day.
Candice has blonde hair styled short, painted toe-nails and fingernails. You can tell she puts time into herself. All in all she is a babe and a very attractive one at that…
I am in over my depth with her that’s for sure, but you know guys, always hoping, lying, and scheming, whatever it takes to get a girl’s pants off.
Candice had a beautiful tan painted on her flawless skin…, and she wore these tights; white…, mid – calf in leg length and body hugging. It took some will power to not drool. I never realized how well put together she was.
…………………………..
Back to my kitchen table;
Candice sat up on it; bare feet with shoes off or partially off, toes touching the chair with heels up, ankles crossed…breathe taking to be sure… AND me reading the documents I am to sign.
SHE was a vision, demure as hell really, and yet so fuckng sexy this woman.
— I could blame her for what followed of course; it’s the male thing to do.
I had just finished reading the documents. AND with my recent successes with woman, and my off beat sense of humour all contributing, I said;
“Only one thing left to do before I sign Candice”.
She looked at me, and smiled;
“What’s that”?
“Bed”!
Her jaw dropped and her face turn so red I almost laughed… eventually did. I could not keep a straight face for the life of me.
When she saw me struggling to hide a grin she came to me and hit me.
“You buggar”, she said.
Then I laughed, I shrugged my shoulders and moved my hands apologetically; but I had to laugh. I could not help it. She hit me again and deservedly so.
Thru all this I enjoyed the feel of her soft punches to my chest. I wanted to hug her so badly but I couldn’t of course. Instead I went to the table, sitting down I signed the papers. I was quite thrilled with myself.
I stood handing her the documents, still quite pleased with myself. We talked for a few minutes about the house and home sales in general. I thanked her for her service and said;
“I hope we can meet again sometime for a coffee or beer”, that is how I worded it.
Candice smiled and headed for the door. My heart sank.
She stopped, turning she said;
“You seemed pretty confident when you asked me to go to bed”?
“Comfortable would be the operative word Candice; [pause] I knew you would never say yes”.
“—and if I did”!
“I would be in shock, and nervous would be the operative word”, I answered.
[Suddenly feeling my world turn not as it should, but as Candice willed it to turn]
Candice looked straight into mine eyes, not flinching;
“Yes”!
I know what I hoped she was saying but I wasn’t sure…she might be just having fun with me after my cockiness. Turnabout is fair play.
The look on her face told me the look on my face made all this teasing worth it, from her perspective. I tried to respond but my mouth was dry. [How quickly a mouth goes dry]
I must have looked like a Guppy as tried to talk or something because she burst out laughing. I smiled at her and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Man was I thirsty.
“Be careful what you ask for Dave”. She said, still enjoying herself at my expense. [God I love her laugh]
I quenched my thirst…or maybe I kept drinking water until I could find my way back into the conversation with some dignity. In either case; that brings me to this day, Candice and I meeting at a Hotel.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
THE PARK BENCH;
— Candice and I sat in this little grassy area; very well manicure; it acted as a mini-park in front of the Hotel. A couple of benches, some flowers, two large trees were the main inhabitants of this park.
We talked casually as we sat in this little park. I noticed this fellow coming toward us; he nodded…, so I returned his nod. He turned taking a few steps stopping; looking up at the POLICE sign on the –K.L. Library building he reversed course, and with a shrug an meek smile acknowledging his navigational error he walked off going about his day.
“Do you know him”? Candice asked.
“NO”, I said…just being polite.
“You’re always polite Dave, I’ve noticed that”.
“I have my moments “, I said.
“Don’t we all…, can we go inside now”.
“Sure”.
“Dave, can I borrow our coat, I should have worn a bra”.
I gave her my coat.
“Hi-beams”, she said.
“Gotcha”! I said.
She took my arm and we entered the Hotel going to the room I’d rented. It was a nice room I’d made sure of that. She removed my coat but I could see she was cold. I had boughten a new robe made of some kind of heavy material; I liked the way it looked.
“I bought this robe especially for this occasion”, I said…“Would you like to wear it to get warm”.
“Yes…but I gotta pee first”.
“Shall I order something to eat”? She said yes and I ordered what she wanted.
When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing my robe and carry-ing her clothes. Neatly folded… I liked that about Candice, she was a neat and tidy person.
“It looks better on you than it ever would on me”, I said.
“Thanks’ ”! She said. Continuing…“Would you like a preview of what awaits you under the robe”?
“No”!
“No”…. she asked?
“If your as beautiful as I think you are I won’t be able to put two complete sentences together for the rest of the night”.
She laughed…tightening the belt. She looked at me;
“Dave… [Pause]…can you give a woman an orgasm orally”?
“I have Candice…, you know there are no guarantees “.
“With me it will be…can we do that first”?
“Sure”, I said… I was about to continue when there was a knock at the door and our light supper arrived.
W e sat at the table; this suite had one…and ate our light supper. Coffee and bottled water for beverages… Our conversation went directly to sex…and therein lays a tail unto its own.
CANDICE’ MARRIAGE:
……………………………. She’d married this guy from work; Phil. They hit it off straight away she thought. He as good looking, so divine…she went for him head over heels. Her saving grace, if you don’t mind the pun, was her religion. Candice is Catholic and would not sleep around before the ring was on her finger.
Candice talks:
— “the first six months and maybe a little more were great Dave. He was attentive, loving. All a girl could ask for.
— Then the questions began, sexually. Can we try this, can we try that. I seemed like every week he had anew thing he wanted to do…some of which grossed me out.
— Anal was a big one with him almost from the start… I said no every time; not my thing Dave.
‘She winked at me’. [She knows she has a fantastic ass; not like I would mention it]
— WE were very popular and were out all the time it seemed. I noticed after awhile that MY husband would disappear for stretches of time leaving me to fend for myself with other people… I trusted him so it was no big deal at the time, ‘Duh…dumb Dora here’”.
[Candice stops for a minute to drink some water…I am having coffee]
Continuing;
“I wanted a child; he did not…interfered with his life he said. Had I known this I probably would not have married him…, good Catholic girl. This discussion happened about ‘a-year and a-half’ into our marriage.
So we struck a bargain. He would give me a child and in return I would let him bum fuck me. He wanted Anal right away. I said no, not until after the baby. I will be out of commission sexually anyway so why not then. He agreed reluctantly.
—- To cut it short, I lost the baby after six weeks….‘I cannot have children Dave’.
—- To quote my ex-friend Alice… ‘Your a failed MILF Candice’. I had to have that explained to me”.
[We paused again for a few minutes while she went pee]
I wondered if she would want to continue. She was upset about the baby business.
She stuck her head out of the bathroom and asked if I would order some wine;
—-“I need a drink Dave”.
[It was already in the suite so I poured]
When she finally did return to the table I could see she had been cry-ing. I ask if she wanted to continue;
“Yes…you told me about your failed marriage, I want to tell you about mine. Lay our cards on the table … and hope it goes well for us”.
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That was the first time she indicated an interest in me beyond friendship.
She said after the loss of the baby the mean time of her marriage began. She said allot of very hurt-full things were said to her by her husband and she learned to fire back. It got very nasty at times.
Then the unexpected… Her husband received a promotion at work and needed his wife to be a good corporate wife.
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Candice continues;
…”I told him, ‘I would be a good wife if he would be a good husband’.
—-I was a Trophy Wife from this point on in my marriage Dave. I would get dolled up and look fantastic. Phil would get loads of complements about his pretty wife. AND of course I would get some looks and hit-on occasionally. I played it well and Phil benefited.
—- The last two and a-half years of my marriage I was ‘THE’ Trophy Wife. WE never had sex and I was getting pretty horny…. but I am no slut so I managed it… I am Catholic so I do not masturbate…needless to say I was tempted sometimes to fuck someone. I was certain my husband was fucking someone.
—- I’d noticed more people getting involved in my having a ‘good time’. Ya know;
‘Hey Candice, can I get ya a drink? — Hey Candice did you hear this one? — He Candice… blah, blah, blah…’ “.
[Pause]
—-“the accidental touches became more frequent; and I drank more whether they were social or business gatherings. There is a straight line from the bar thru the glass in ones hand to the bedroom Dave, and I was on it.
—- I now take you to last year’s Xmas party. It was near midnight and yours truly was ‘well lubricated’; in both senses of the term. I went to pee and my friend, now ex-friend was in the bathroom. She saw what condition my condition was in as we talked.
I went pee and when I came out there was a man in the wash room along with my friend. I knew ‘whas-upp’ and tried to leave but they stopped me.
He was nice and actually wanted to let me go. My friend was not so easy and was pressuring me;
— ‘lift my dress- bend over- hold onto the sink—get fucked’.
‘It’ll do ya a world of good Candice’, she said.
I had no doubt she was right; ‘… but ‘tis isn’t m- wa-to do thin’s I t’ld her’. [Drunken slur]
Things suddenly got worse for me when my other friend at this party showed with her husband…he had been after me for years…so I knew I was in trouble now… fortunately the first man had a sense of decency and stepped in front of Milt, his name…
NOW they started arguing how to convince me to hike my dress up and let both men fuck me. The first man wanted to call it and let me go, Milt wanted to fuck me; my girl friends were not letting me go just yet…they wanted to try and convince me to let these guy’s fuck me.
‘I needed it’. They argued.
The cavalry came in the form of my friend and CEO of THE Company Bill Twills his wife Candy.
[Candice smiled at me]
Bill admonished both men telling them to get the hell out of the woman’s washroom. He stopped my girl friends from leaving. With his wife Candy guarding the door he weighed into them.
This is when I picked up on my girl friend’ fucking my husband. I was so drunk it went right through me like x-rays; only to show up as a negative in the morning, along with one hell of a hangover.
—- I stayed with Bill and Candy that night.
I never went back to my house, I was so humiliated Dave. Bill had my personnel belongings brought to their home, were I live today. They’ve been great, but that is another story.
[A long pause]
Bill helped me get a lawyer. They both offered their home and hearts to this badly damaged woman Dave… Thank God for my faith, I don’t think I could have made it without it.
Being Catholic I don’t believe in divorce; so it was a big problem for me. Thank God I found a modern thinking Priest to help through it.
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I’d listened to her story;
It was hard for me to fathom anyone treating her like that; to dishonour her that way, even insipiently, but to plan this whole scenario… I was steaming. To say my ire was raised would be an understatement. I wanted to kill the fucker.
She must have seen my facial expression change because I felt her hand touch mine. Candice’ ability to forgive her husband’ transgressions left me in awe. That ability is very much outside my domain.
“Don’t ruin the day over this Dave, what’s done is done, I’ve moved on”.
“There are times when I wish I was a ruthless bastard; a killer, this was one of those times”. I said to her.
“Then I’ll tell you something that will temper your anger.
— Phil was given a promotion as you already know. I was proud of him for that achievement. What I did not know until Bill took me in was that the board promoted him mostly to keep an eye on me. .. They knew all the details of Phil and his pack. Most of who worked for ‘Bardeen Corp.’, the company.
— ‘Bardeen Corp.’ has a policy were by any top executive must have a wife capable of handling herself at company sponsored social functions. Promoting Phil put me under their scrutiny. There is more Dave but enough for today, let’s go to bed.
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SHE HOPED UP ON THE BED standing in the middle of it, robe on. She had plenty of clearance for her head. Candice is 26 and 5’6”… a little associative help going on there.
“Come on”, she says.
Standing I began to take off my pants, looking at Candice instead of watching what I was doing; I tripped over my pants. Rather than brace myself I hopped thinking I would still get my pants off, just with a little clowning…
NOPE! Falling to the floor after bouncing of the end of the bed… I lay there on the carpet on my back. ‘Perhaps I should have taken my shoes off first’…I was thinking. A beautiful face with blonde hair draped about it appeared…, looking over the end of the bed.
Candice was on all fours peering down at me over the end of the bed. He mouth held a slight smile; but her eyes…they were sparkling…maybe even dancing as she began to laugh and laugh and laugh…, her head disappear but her laughter was filling room.
I like Candice’s laugh so I was enjoying listening to her. I waited for her to stop laughing but she didn’t…
I sat up, got on my knees, elbows on the bed, head in hand and watched her laugh…she rolled around on the bed holding her stomach she laughed so hard. It was something to watch a grown woman roll around laughing like a little kid.
Suddenly she leapt from the bed running into the bathroom. I heard the tinkle of her pee-ing…, still laughing…, although she was quieting.
I was happy I made her laugh, but I honestly did not think it was that funny…
‘… [pratfall one, stellar dude nothing]…’ I mused.
When she returned she told me that was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. She continued say-ing she needed to rest a minute; — “I’m exhausted from laughing so hard”.
[I got a hug… pratfall one, stellar dude one]… I amused.
I threw a cover over her…she still had on my robe…I wanted her to be warm.
I decided to go for a coffee while she rested; picking-up my keys I opened the door;
“Your coming back aren’t you”? She asked.
I turned, looking at her. I was beginning to see how deeply hurt she had been by that asshole.
“Yes, I’m coming back”!
Whilst I sat having my coffee I thought allot about Candice. It dawned on me that her exhaustion was at least partially due to stress; her laughing so hard being part comic relief.
AFTER-ALL; she was in a position she didn’t want to be in; namely in a Hotel room with a man she wasn’t married too.
The reason I went for a coffee was to spend time thinking of a solution to her needs; Sex and Honour. —— My solution, first sex, then her honour… I was so proud of myself. After-all, what other man would think of that… [I admit to a smile, even a smirk on my face, but nothing more]
I arrived back at the Hotel and quietly entered the room. She was lying on her side face away from the entrance, so I had no idea whether she was awake or asleep.
I went to the bathroom and undressed washing myself with a wash cloth and drying…adding a touch of hotel supplied Cologne.
Once again I quietly entered the room moving toward her. Leaning over the bed I saw her eyes were open.
“Hello Angel”.
She turned-over to face me and her eyes saw my nude body. It was cute how her eyes got so big…darting to and fro for a second or two.
“You’re…” That was all she managed.
I pulled back the cover and slipped under moving beside her, she started pulling away but I caught her…
“No were to run”. I said and winked.
She blushed.
“That is so sexy…you blushing”. I said. She blushed some more.
Feeling in complete control I said; “Let’s see what you’ve got”?
I wouldn’t have thought it possible but she got redder…with an added feature. Her eyes closed and she turned her head away.
“Were did the other Candice go”? I asked… [She just shook her head]
I moved to her hugging her close…she resisted a little but soon cozied up to me.
“Rest your head in my shoulder…we’ll wait for you to get comfortable”.
I held Candice, I was worried about her. How could she change from very-confident and sassy to a nervous-Nellie? Unless confident was an act.
AS I held this lovely creature my 5 ½ inches was poking her, or at least making itself known. Sometimes in life it’s the little things that make a difference.
I never felt Candice moving until I felt her fingers touch me. The ‘little fella’ responded accordingly. I heard a sigh or soft moan; I felt her moving she looked into mine eyes.
“Hi”! I said.
She did not respond except for a cute twist of her head and her continued exploration of my manhood with her fingers. Such delicate touches, it won’t break I thought, but it’s ok…let her enjoy it in her own way.
Candice kept her face buried in my shoulder…I could hear her breathing change. Touching her neck I asked her if I could touch her. [Being careful not to upset the balance of things]
—- She nodded yes.
Removing the cover and undo-ing the robes belt, I slipped a hand under the robe and found her nipples; each standing erect. We hadn’t even been properly introduced, but they were smartly at attention.
Candice’ head was blocking my view of her tits. I kissed Candice on her head ‘love-ing-ly’. Lifting my head slightly I could see her nipples… BEAUTIFUL!
With the robe open my gaze took in her tummy and panties…her tummy hollows before it rises at her pubic bone. Her ‘panty-covered-bone’ stands probably an inch above its surround.
She is wearing some fancy white panties with blue trim or lace. There are tiny little bows at each hip.
“I need to move if I am ‘gonna eat ya’ honey”, I say.
“Ok”! She answers.
Candice opens her legs; I lay between them ogling her panty covered pussy. The thin white fabric covering her pussy is pulled away from her lower stomach by the pubic bone, leaving a small fussy edge of hair peeking out past the leg openings of her panties.
HER hair is almost a sandy color, nearly invisible; yet the light reflects off those vellus like hairs; each one shimmering.
While ogling her I noticed the hair of her prominent pubic bone causes ripples in the cloth of her panties.
Looking down I see the flatness of her pussy. I eye her over and over…God, so lovely.
——————————————————— ALL hidden from my view by a veil of clothe. Her panties…
My face moves giving my nose a chance for a sniff; the fragrance of her appeals to me.
Looking beyond her mound I see those fancy bows near her hips. My hands move to them, lifting each as my fingers slip under her the waist band of her panties. I play with those bows for a moment…, moving my fingers; lifting…settling…lifting…, alternately…fascinated I am.
I move her panties down; Candice lifts her hips.
— Sliding those sexy panties off her hips I see for the first time the perfect pussy, too my tastes. I love a pussy with small lips; a pussy which does a shape 90 at the ‘mons pubis’ heading into the valley, the ‘clef of venus’- . I love a prominent bone. She’ perfect for me!
Candice’ pubic hair is soft and peachy, as in peach fuss. Light brown in colour, a thin covering; almost invisible between her legs.
A tuff of hair peeks out from her bum-hole…as if waving…, saving; ‘Hey, don’t for-get me’.
MY tongue touches her between her pussy and bum-hole. She stiffens…there is a gasp of sorts…
The tongue moves up along her slit, pressing inward as it goes…back and forth, up and down; deeping in its search. The hint of her vagina…wiggling my tongue… I lick her lips, she tastes so good.
Pressing my face in-tight; tongue fucking Candice…licking her little muscle, it’s as hard as a rock…the tip of my tongue pushing her tight little ring… [I think to myself, it’s like tongue fucking a Cheerio]
MY tongue pushes…pressures…she yields…swirling my tongue round ‘n round in her vaginal opening.
‘I hear a moan’.
The first action from her hips…the first pump…soon a second [a sigh], then a third.
HER hips moving…her intensity…her wetness…, her juices are all over-my-face…
—- ‘Candice groans’!
Candice opens her legs wider…that gorgeous pussy for me. I am in heaven!
I peek over her mound to look at her face but her head is such that all I can see is her throat…, it’s so pink…she’s glowing.
—- ————————– Like two proud surfers, I watch Candice’ nipples moving atop mountainous waves, with surf-boards of slightly coned areolas. The majesty, they’re a thing of beauty.
My appreciative staring at her nipples is interrupted;
UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
—- I hear a deep groan from Candice.
Lost in the moment, I return…eating her. Her thighs spread wide but still touching my cheeks…the beauty of which my peripheral vision does not miss. Perfection; this woman is perfect for me.
Her smell, her wetness, her tits, her mound… HER!
Candice, the woman I love;
… I’m so engrossed in eating her I growl like an animal;
‘GRRRRRRRRR’! … Unintentional, but I did.
I growl a second time and gnaw without actually biting. Eating her like a beast.
I hear a short squeal or scream— Her hips thrusting in silence— grinding into my face—a deep guttural sound coming from Candice, followed by her losing it.
Candice’ body arch’s off the bed…her body torques and slams back onto the bed. She twists, she stiffens…convulses…
—– UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH- UGH -UGH…
I loved her orgasm. [Although she nearly broke my fuck’n neck]
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Candice cuddles in my arms, a very appreciative woman. I was more than thrilled to eat her and told her so. Using delicate language I expounded on the wonders of her pussy.
She laughed, telling me she loved oral and wanted it again, and again… [I got a very big hug] She informed me she had had two or maybe three orgasm’ …, she was not sure they came so fast.
“You rocked my world Dave”!
[I never mentioned it of course but her ‘ex’ deserved some of the credit for being such an asshole…depriving the woman of sex]

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