Pregnant

Fiction

Emergency Accomodations

I rolled to my back and pulled my knees up so my feet were on the too short bed. I was getting warm so I pushed the blanket down until my upper body was bare. My prick had swollen enough to play with so I fingered it slowly while thinking of where it could be more useful. I wasn’t masturbating, I was entertaining myself as I thought about fucking Shelby. I’d never before thought of my older sister as a sex partner, but then, I’d never been alone with her in a hotel room before.

Fiction

Stepfather Sleepwalking Surprise

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Fiction

A Family Man: Part 4 Discoveries

Keep in mind, that this story is told from the perspective of David. There will be no account of Melanie and Audrey’s experience in New Mexico outside of what they tell David.

Fiction

Shooting Blanks part 1 of 2

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Fiction

THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were:
“Do you love me?”
“Oh, yes, George!”
On a roll, I played a hunch. Nervously I asked her, “Are you pregnant?”
Marie looked up at me, those marvelous violet eyes sparkling like never before. “Yes,” she whispered just before pulling me into yet another long sensational kiss.
Chapter 1
Eventually, I broke the kiss. I could have gone on forever, savoring her touch, but there were things we had to do, and there’d be plenty of time for kissing once we had returned to my home. I wanted Marie to come home with me in the worst way and she had said, “Yes!” I was thrilled but there was a lot to do and it was almost 10:30 in the morning so, if we wanted to be back at my place by this evening we had to begin soon.
Holding hands I walked Marie into her apartment, planning to organize the move, but Marie had it all under control. “I rented this apartment furnished so, other than a few personal items and the TV, it’s all staying here. I’ll need my clothes,” she started. Then, with that same evil smile forming on her face, she continued, “but, then again, maybe not! I have my pictures—they’re the only ones I have of my family—and, of course, my toys. We wouldn’t want to forget them, would we?” My grin matched hers.
Marie pulled her clothes from the closet and I carried them down to my SUV, a new BMW X5. I dropped the rear seats and then piled them in the back. Her clothes from her dresser were placed in bags—paper ones from the supermarket. Working together it took us almost two hours to get everything down, packed into the car, and the apartment cleaned.
“Do you have a car? “ I asked her. “Can you drive?”
Of course, I can drive. I have a license. Want to see it? I never needed to buy a car. Living here I’m only ten minutes from work by bus and everything I need is close by.”
“Well, you have a car now,” I told her, passing the spare keys to the Beemer into her hand.
“You mean this is mine? Can I drive now?” She was really excited, but I thought she should wait until we were on the open road before taking the wheel. I got in and we drove away.
Marie was checking out her key ring. “What are these other things?”
“The chrome-plated brass thing is to our house—it’s a special kind of key for the house and the security system both. The remote will open the gate and the garage, OK? I’ll show you how to do everything when we get there.”
“Am I going to like our house?”
“I hope so. Do you like noise or quiet and privacy?”
“I think that with you I’d like lots and lots of privacy—so we can fuck all day and go naked as much as possible. Will we be able to do that, George?”
“We’ll have plenty of privacy, Marie. I don’t think we’ll ever have to get dressed.” I pulled onto the interstate and soon we were hitting 70, heading northeast toward North Carolina and the beach. We had been driving for maybe an hour when Marie asked me, “How much did this car cost, George?”
“I don’t know, Marie—sixty-five, seventy, I think.”
“Wow,” then after a short pause she continued, “Are you really giving it to me?”
“Yes, Marie,” I replied, resting my hand reassuringly on her thigh. “I have a Ford pickup and a Porsche 911. I bought this especially for you. Don’t you like it?”
“I love it, George. It’s just that nobody ever gave me a present like this before. I’m having a hard time believing it.” Then after planting a kiss on my cheek, Marie whispered, “Thank you, George.” Even stopping for lunch we were home by six p.m. Marie drove the last hour, loving how nimble and responsive the X5’s twin turbo six was. I showed her how to open the gate and then the garage.
Hand in hand we walked into the house. Marie followed me into the bedroom. She pulled me into an embrace and a long hot kiss. Her long tongue wrapped around mine as her hands found my belt. In seconds my hard cock was out. Breaking the kiss she whispered, “Let’s take advantage of all that privacy, eh?” Then Marie literally ripped the clothes from my body before stripping herself—the shreds of my former clothes falling to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, her long slender legs, tight round ass, round firm breasts, and that delicious sweet pussy all just begging to be fucked, and pushed me back onto the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this?” I shook my head “no,” overwhelmed with her beauty and sexiness. “Hundreds of times, at least, George–now I’m going to fuck you ‘till you drop.”
Marie fell on top of me, driving her hard nipples into my chest. She ran her wet slit up and down the sensitive underside of my erection making me harder and hotter. I had also prayed for this more times than I could count and now my dreams were coming true at last. Marie eased a bit forward, moving the head of my cock to her slit. She was oozing pussy juice at an incredible rate so when she moved back down I slid into her hot tight velvety tunnel with the greatest of ease. It was like we were made for each other! The muscles in her tight cunt gripped me like a circular vise, each squeeze delivering one incredible sensation after another.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…at…long…last,” sighed Marie. “You feel…so fucking good George—so very fucking good.”
“Yeah, well, you should feel it from my end. You feel…wonderful…fantastic…incredible. I could just remember how tight you are,” I replied breathlessly. Marie was on top so she was in control. Eyes closed, she remained remarkably still, breathing slowly, savoring the way I was filling and stretching her cunt. Slowly she began to move as her passion and her lust claimed reign over her body. Marie rocked, bending my cock within her muscular canal. I was in a playful mood so just after massaging her firm smooth breasts and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers I teased her, “I thought women always had to pee after a long ride.”
“It’s a matter of priorities, George,” Marie gasped, ” I do have to pee pretty badly, but I need to fuck you even more. I’ve peed several times already today. I haven’t made love with you for more than one hundred days.” Staring at me with those fantastic violet eyes she continued, “I haven’t had sex in all that time. I really need you now!”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t come back?”
“Do you have to ask that just now?” she grunted, “I’m almost ready to cum…and…it’s going to be a…really…OH, GOD!” She humped me hard three times grinding her clit into me with tremendous force, arched her back, threw her head up and screamed non-stop for almost a minute as her climax raced through her body like a tsunami through an oceanfront town. About half-way I felt a familiar surge up from my balls—I shot a huge river of cum into her womb. Five more times I drove deep into her as I drowned her pussy in my seed—I was still cumming like Peter North! Drained, Marie fell onto my chest as buckets of cum leaked from her pussy.
Lying on my chest as she recovered, I caressed her head, running my fingers through her long black hair. It was several minutes before Marie spoke, “George, I cried all night when you left. I will never know why I made you go.”
I gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead as I replied, “Marie, I started crying before I even left your bedroom. Maybe it was something we had to go through so we would know how much we really love each other. I don’t know why I left, but I know now that I’ll never leave you again. I love you more than anything.”
Marie raised her head and I could see that she was crying again. “Don’t worry, my darling, these are tears of joy—of elation. I’ve never been happier. I don’t care one bit for the money you won. I only want you.”
She moved back down to kiss me tenderly—lovingly. It was long and soft, and hot, but after a minute or so I broke it.
“Just exactly how badly do you have to pee? Don’t forget—I’m on the bottom here.” My smile was ear-to-ear and when Marie saw it she laughed.
“I think I’d better get up. I could stay here with you all night, but right now nature calls.”
Chapter 2
Marie returned to my side right after I heard the toilet flush. She seemed relieved (no pun intended). Marie snuggled up close, her arm over my chest, her leg over mine. I wrapped my arm around her as she laid her head on my shoulder. Her pussy was still leaking my seed. “I still can’t believe you came back for me, George, but I’m so glad you did.” I didn’t say a word; I just pulled her closer, if possible, before leaning up to pull her into a long hot kiss. Marie pushed that long tongue of hers into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Damn, this woman could kiss! We went on like that for almost twenty minutes before we broke at the same time.
“Wow,” I was breathing heavily. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” Marie gave me that evil smile in reply. We lay silently for quite a while until I heard my stomach growl. Marie laughed; I was embarrassed; Marie laughed again. She pulled me from the bed. ‘Do you have any food here?” I shook my head “no” before explaining that I ate out a lot.
Marie rose and walked around the bedroom several times before she entered the bathroom again. “I love your bathroom, George, and this shower is great. We’ll be able to shower together all the time.” She left, walking down the hall to the other rooms. I followed a few steps behind. As she checked out every room—the other bedrooms, the guest bath, the living room, kitchen, dining room, and, finally, the family room—I was checking out her fantastic ass and the cum dripping down her legs. Suddenly, she turned, placed her hands on her naked hips, and asked, “George…don’t you have ANY furniture? I’ve never seen so many empty rooms in one place in my entire life.”
I was tongue-tied, unsure what to say, so I figured the truth was the best. “I…uh…wanted to wait for you, Marie, and I was…uh…afraid you wouldn’t want me after all this time, so I didn’t know what to do. So, I didn’t do anything.” I had my head down, ashamed of my indecision, but Marie didn’t see it that way.
“George that is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. I guess if I hadn’t come with you you’d never have anything, would you?” I shook my head “no” again. “Well,” she continued with a look of determination on her face, “I am here so I guess I’d better get busy.” She rushed forward into a wonderful hug as her perfect smooth skin rubbed against mine. She ran her mound and her silky smooth pussy lips up and down my leg.
“Again?” I queried.
“Not yet, George. We can wait until later, OK? I’m kind of hungry, too and if I have to listen to that stomach much longer…. I think we should get dressed, don’t you?” We dressed and in five minutes Marie was driving us to a nearby Italian restaurant in her new SUV. We ordered a large sausage pizza to go, and while she was waiting for it I bought some Pepsi 2-liters at a neighboring market. I got back just as she was walking out with our pie. It was only a few moments later that we were back home again. We sat in front of the TV as we ate and drank our fill although we paid more attention to each other than to what was on the screen. I was just about to stretch out when I felt a tug at my elbow. “It’s later now, isn’t it, George?” Marie all but pulled me into the bedroom for an encore. I was barely there a few seconds when Marie suddenly dropped my shorts and boxers in a single motion. She removed my feet from my shoes and socks while she pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me back onto the bed. “Now, stay there, George! No moving, OK?” I nodded while she stripped before joining me on the bed. I reached out to massage her velvety smooth breasts, but Marie pushed my hands away as she moved down between my legs. “This one’s for you, George. I have something special in mind for you so lie back and enjoy it. You can pay me back later!”
Starting just above my asshole Marie licked up my balls to the underside of my stiff cock, over the top and down the other side; then she reversed, going back the other way. I groaned non-stop at what she was doing to me. When she came back to my helmet she swallowed me in a single gulp, taking all eight-plus inches into her mouth and throat. She didn’t stop until she was kissing my pubic hair. Using her mouth she fucked me hard, sucking and licking with that incredible tongue of hers. “Ohhhhh…Ma…rie,” I groaned after several minutes of this sweet torment. ”I’m getting close; I’m cumming.” I thought she would swallow as she had in the past, but at the last instant she pulled back, jerking me tightly with her surprisingly strong hand. My first rope of creamy cum shot more than two feet into the air before finding its way to my chest. Five more times I shot a thick arc of cum that landed on my stomach, abdomen, thighs, or chest. I was a mess by the time my orgasm had ebbed—my torso looked as though it had been covered with white frosting, like a toaster strudel, or a pop-tart.
Marie batted her eyes coyly. “Oh…George…I’ve been so naughty; just look what I’ve done. I think I should clean up this mess, don’t you? Maybe you should punish me if I don’t do a good job—a good spanking, perhaps.” She batted those long lashes at me, her violet eyes dancing. She stuck her tongue out and licked and licked and licked. She began on my thighs and moved her way north. When she had cleaned my legs and torso she turned her attentions to my withering cock. Using her tongue again she licked all around my helmet and, once she was sure it was spotless, she moved down to the shaft. Just to make sure she sucked me deep into her mouth. I say deep because by now all her attentions had made me hard again. Marie rubbed my ball sack while she slowly stroked my organ.
I was in ecstasy, but I had a job to do. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. I levered her long legs onto my shoulders as I leaned forward, pushing her ankles behind her head. My cock was poised just above Marie’s slit. I reached down, rubbing it into her, moistening it with her natural lubricant. It was only a second later that I eased into her satiny smooth tunnel. Marie moaned in her rapture as I pounded her pussy, driving my cock deep into her love canal, rubbing her G-spot going in and out, as I bottomed out on every stroke against her cervix. I was afraid of hurting Marie until she begged me, “Harder, George. Fuck me harder, please. I love it hard.” I pulled out until only my helmet was within her before driving into her. Again and again I rammed home, forcing my cock into that delicate rough spot just inside her tight pussy. I tweaked her nipples and massaged her mammoth firm breasts until Marie could take no more. She drove her hips up to meet me when her first spasm hit. She twitched and shook as her orgasm took over her body. On and on she went—one convulsion after another—until, finally, it passed. Marie was bathed in sweat; it pooled between her magnificent breasts. Marie panted and panted as she came down from her ordeal. I released her legs; she wrapped them around my waist; I fell to lie atop her chest as I engaged her in a long deep kiss.
“I want you to cum, George. Use me to cum. Make me your cum bucket, George. Drown my pussy in your cum.” On and on Marie encouraged me. First with her words, then with her body, she drove me to an incredible orgasm. Using her legs as levers, Marie pulled her hips up with my every thrust, creating the friction I would need to reach my orgasm. Faster and faster she moved with me until I was there. “Put it into my mouth, George; I want to feel your hot cum explode into my mouth.” She released her legs; I pulled out, moved forward, and shoved my slimy cock into her mouth. She swallowed my rod, tasting herself, just as I blasted my first river of baby cream into her throat. Marie jerked me with her long strong tongue as I shot repeatedly into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with my deposits, but, in the end, she swallowed every single drop. I fell beside her, pulling her into a hug and a long tender kiss.
I was thinking as we rested, loving the touch of her sensational skin against mine. “You know, Marie,” I began, “there’s a lot we don’t know about each other. I’ve told you everything I know, and it’s not much. It’s not going to make any difference to me, but I realized that I don’t even know your last name, or your birthday, or a lot of other things about you—like where you grew up, where you went to school….” I would have continued, but Marie shushed me by putting her finger to my lips.
“George, you obviously weren’t paying much attention to my name badge when you claimed your prize.”
“No,“ I responded with a smile, “I was checking out your hot body. Why?”
“Well, for one thing you would have seen that my name is Marie…Shaw—the same last name you have. I grew up right there in Columbia. I’m a home-grown South Carolina girl, although I had to take a lot of flak for leaving Columbia, the home of USC, to attend Clemson. I majored in business admin. I was born on June 25, 1986. I’m 25—almost 26. You know I have a sister—she’s four years older, married to an accountant, with two girls, so I’m an aunt. We’ve never been close; I told you she was in California—in Modesto. I went there once. I hated it, so I came back here to Columbia and I’m very happy I did. Otherwise, I would never have met you, George. Oh, one more thing, George—I’m a big Atlanta Braves fan.” I kissed her cheek, pulled up the blanket, and prepared for our first night together in our house.
Just before falling asleep I whispered, “I’m a big Yankees fan.” Now how did I remember that?
Chapter 3
We woke the following morning when the sun shone brightly into the bedroom. In our haste to make love we had completely forgotten to draw the drapes across the glass wall leading to our screened porch, the back yard, and the marsh beyond. Still spooning together, my arms around Marie, my hands caressing her hardening nipples and her satiny smooth breasts, Marie turned for a wake-up kiss. I protested mildly, claiming “morning breath,” but Marie was not to be deterred. She gripped my head, locked her fingers into my hair, pressed her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. There was no way to resist; I rolled her over to face me—to once again have those glorious breasts pressing against me, to feel that gooey sticky cunt against my thigh.
We kissed nonstop for almost fifteen minutes when I had to break it. “I gotta go,” I whispered into her ear. “Me, too,” Marie responded with a smile on her face. I pulled her from the bed and, being a gentleman, allowed her to use the toilet first. When I left the commode room I led Marie to the shower. This was something I loved about the house. The shower is 6 by 8 tiled on the walls, ceiling, and floor with an open doorway at one end. There are spray heads overhead on either side of a small opening skylight, at chest level, and again at leg level—fourteen in all. I set the thermostatic control by the doorway and a moment later we stepped into the hot spray. I pulled Marie into an embrace while the hot water ran over our bodies. We laughed as we rubbed our slippery skin against skin. I grabbed a bar of soap, turned Marie around and began to wash her back. Moving down I massaged her sensational butt, tickling her when I pushed my soapy finger up and down her crack. She stopped laughing when I gently slipped a soapy finger into her butt. “Ohhhh, George that feels so good. I love it when you do that to me.” She was getting pretty excited which was good, but, being pregnant, I didn’t want her to fall which would have been bad, so I stopped. She gave me a quizzical look, but nodded her understanding once I had explained. I kissed her tummy lovingly—the health of our child was much more important than fooling around–as we got back to the business of washing each other. Once I had cleaned her—the first time I had ever washed a beautiful hot pussy, Marie took over and washed me. I felt she took an awful long time washing my cock and balls, but I’d never complain.
I carefully led her back into the bathroom, making her stand on the rug while I lovingly dried her fantastic body. Once dry she wrapped a towel around her hair and pulled another from the rack to dry me. Still naked we walked to the living room, through the French doors to the screen porch, and sat taking in the beauty of the marsh and the dunes beyond. “Is that your dock?” Marie asked.
“Yes, it runs all the way into the ICW—the Intracoastal Waterway—and I have two boats out there in addition to a covered area where we can fish or just sit and enjoy the sunset.”
“Can we swim there, George?”
“Well, we probably could but I don’t recommend it. There can be a really fast current when the tide starts to ebb. A swimmer could wind up a mile away in no time at all, plus I hear there’s all kinds of debris on the bottom. I think it’s too dangerous, but we can go to lots of beaches, either in the SUV or boat.”
“Can we go out there now, George? I started to say, “Sure,” when I realized that we were still naked. We could easily be seen from a passing boat, or even by my neighbors. When I looked at Marie I could see she was thinking as I was—all her stuff was still in the X5. We began laughing at the very same instant. I gave her a quick peck as we walked into the garage to retrieve her clothes. Carrying them in I showed Marie “her closet”—a spacious walk-in with more than twenty feet of hanger space along three walls and shelves, drawers, and shoe racks along the other. Marie took one look and stood there in awe. “Uh, George, where are your clothes? Is all this just for me?”
I hung up the clothes I had carried in and showed her my closet a few feet away. Mine was by far the smaller and when Marie saw it she had to pull me in for another sensational kiss. I let her put her stuff away while I did the grunt work, knowing that she’d probably rearrange everything several times, at least. We put on shorts, tees, and sandals and walked hand-in-hand through the yard and out along the dock. We sat on the bench and talked—real stuff, not love or sex stuff. We agreed that Marie would hire a decorator to furnish most of our rooms; we would work on our baby’s room ourselves. That was a joy we wanted to share. I also insisted that she see a top-notch OB/GYN; I’d get some recommendations from the neighbor wives—one of whom had three teenage daughters. I knew there would be lots of questions about Marie, but I had thought all this out before I had brought her home.
We spent almost three hours there before we decided to take the Robalo—an 18-foot center console– for a ride. I returned to the house, filled a cooler with sodas—no alcohol for my pregnant lover—sandwiches, and snacks. I lowered the boat into the water. Having hydraulic hoists installed had been a great idea. The boats were kept out of the water where they couldn’t be damaged by wakes from boats—some of them quite large– that sped by. I carefully handed Marie into the seat next to the helm. I was going to ask her how well she could swim, but instead I just handed her a PFD. She gave me a questioning look until I explained that our safety was a primary concern and there was always the chance of an accident. Just the previous week, I explained, a boater had struck a submerged log and been thrown from his boat. Even if she could swim I’d want her to wear a personal flotation device, just like the one I would wear. Fortunately, I had bought several that inflated automatically when they got wet. They were cooler and much more comfortable than the typical bulky life preserver. I cranked the engine and it started immediately. I stood at the helm while we cruised down the ICW at more than 30 miles per hour. The wind wrapped around the windshield, whipping Marie’s hair as she laughed from the exhilarating feeling. It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the inlet and another ten to reach Bird Island, not really an island any more, just the southern end of Sunset Beach which really is an island. I double anchored–one on shore, the other fifty feet out and let the boat drift on the current.
Cooler in one hand I took Marie by the other, and we went exploring. We walked barefoot through the shallow water at the shore from the inlet side out to the deserted ocean beach where we sat alone, ate our lunch and relaxed. I was lying back, digesting my sandwich, and taking in the sun when something blotted out the light. I looked up into Marie’s beautiful face. I grinned as I pulled her down for a fantastic kiss. Her long strong tongue explored my mouth as mine explored hers. I sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth. I felt rather than heard Marie groan as I slid my hands under her top. I was surprised, but pleased, to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved around to cup each breast, loving the firmness and weight. My hands adored the satiny smooth feel of her skin as I massaged each globe, teasing her areolas and nipples. Marie broke the kiss, pulled back looking at me lustfully.
She wanted me and wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. Seconds later my hard cock was in her hand as she stroked me slowly, just enough to drive me wild with desire. She lifted her hips to pull down her shorts and panties. I could see the tiny droplets of pussy juice glistening on her labia. Marie grabbed my cock again, brought the tip to her cunt and sat down, engulfing me in that torrid tunnel. Marie closed her eyes, held her breath, and arched her back. “Oh, George, I can’t believe how good you feel inside me. I love the way you fill me up.” She leaned down to show her appreciation; she pressed her lips against mine, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I massaged her breasts again, pinching her nipples. Soon she was so hot she had to move on my cock—so hot she craved release. Marie rocked like a woman possessed. Faster and faster; harder and harder she rammed her hot hard clit into me. Marie was breathing hard, panting from her exertions, so much did she want and need this orgasm. Marie was getting closer; so was I. I could see her eyes glass over. She was in another place mentally and physically. Her whole being was into the sex and the rising sensations of her orgasm. Suddenly the rocking—the gyrations—stopped. Marie’s breathing quieted. It was the lull before the storm. Just as suddenly she started to shake, small tremors at first, but growing with every second. Marie opened her mouth for a silent scream, remembering at the last instant that we were only yards from a public beach as her climax hit her hard. She convulsed repeatedly for almost a minute, shaking uncontrollably. She collapsed onto my body exhausted.
We lay there for almost thirty minutes while Marie recovered, my hard cock still slithering in and out of her pussy slowly. Eventually, she was able to dress and we walked back to the boat hand-in-hand. Minutes later we were on our way back through the inlet to our home.
Chapter 4
Ever look at something without actually seeing it, without recognizing it for what it really was? It came to me on about the fourth or fifth time that someone was sending me signals. The first time was when Marie and I went to the Hope School to make my donation. It was a cloudy day, but when we walked out of the school I noticed the clouds part, the sun shining down upon us. The second time was when I left Marie’s apartment. There was supposed to be a full moon, or close to it. Walking to my car I saw the clouds form in a cloudless sky and cover the moon. The next day clouds covered the sun all during my drive home—no matter which direction I drove in those clouds followed me. When I walked out with Marie en route to our home the clouds had parted and they had stayed away for the entire weekend. That’s when I knew that God was sending me a message—Marie and I were meant to be together. Someone much more powerful than me was controlling my destiny. I don’t know why I would be surprised; my entire life—my second chance at love and happiness—was due to divine intervention.
I couldn’t remember whether I was religious or not in my prior life, but after all that had happened to me so far in this one I knew that I definitely believed in a higher power. I resolved to live my life the right way—taking the absolute best care of Marie and our family.
Marie amazed me almost every day. She learned all the technological concepts dealing with our house, the security system, and her car in less than a week. She hired a decorator and coordinated all the work of buying furniture, carpets, and all the things that go into making a house a home. She employed a cleaning company, did our laundry, bought and cooked our food, and still found time to look beautiful and sexy every minute. The sex continued as it had been that first time together. We fucked and sucked each other several times every single day.
Marie also showed me her determination and perserverance in several ways. One night we had been too tired for sex so I went to bed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, my usual sleepwear prior to bringing Marie home with me. She climbed into bed with me, spooning in front. “Uh, what’s this I’m feeling with my butt?”
“Well,” I replied, “since we didn’t have sex tonight I thought I’d wear pajamas—my version of pajamas, anyway.”
“George, just because we didn’t have sex doesn’t mean we won’t, does it? If I reach out for you during the night what am I going to touch—you or some stupid cloth?” I got the hint, rose from the bed, and stripped quickly. Marie rewarded me by gently stroking my cock.
“Much better, George,” she whispered just before falling asleep, my cock still in her hand, “…much better.” She spooned against me and, just before we were ready for sleep she spread her butt cheeks apart and pulled my cock into the space. “If it’s still there in the morning I may have something special for you.”
“Unfortunately, it’ll almost certainly go soft by then and we’ll wind up on opposite sides of the bed,” I whispered as I wrapped my arm around her, just below her breasts. Marie immediately moved my hand—onto the breast and touching her nipple. “Now, that IS much better, George.” We fell promptly asleep.
I woke the following morning to a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a pair of beautiful violet eyes. “Guess where your cock was this morning? I’ll give you a hint—it was nice and hard and right where I wanted it to be. I think I owe you something.” With that she kissed me, her tongue exploring every part of my mouth. I had realized early in our relationship that even the worst morning breath was no deterrent to Marie so I moved into the kiss eagerly. Suddenly, Marie broke the kiss and pulled away, leaning toward her night stand. She returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. “I’ll do you. You get me ready, OK?”
She squeezed a big dollop on her hand and slathered it all over my cock. Then she turned away, presenting her rosebud for my attention. I lubed a finger, pressing it into her. A second followed a minute later. In another minute Marie had three fingers probing her butt. “I think I’m ready, George. Put it in me…please. Please, George…I need you now!” I rose and positioned behind her sphincter. I aimed for the small hole I knew would be there and pushed. Slowly and steadily I gained entrance—“popping” as my helmet passed the sphincter. Marie turned and nodded. She mouthed the words, “Hard—do me hard.” I reared back and drove deep into her bowel. Over and over I punched into her and when I reached under to tease her clit I thought Marie would jump through the ceiling. I rubbed in tiny circles as Marie pushed back, shuddered repeatedly, and fell forward, my cock ready to explode in her butt. Marie was completely drained but still she encouraged me to cum and I didn’t need much. She reached back to massage my balls. A gentle squeeze of her hand and butt sent me over the top. Hot white semen poured into her ass. It was over all too soon; I fell on top of Marie. Afraid of hurting her I started to slide off, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare! I’m not made of glass, you know. Stay where you are. I love having you on top of me.”
Another example occurred one evening when I told her I wanted to watch a Yankee game on TV so she shooed me out of the kitchen right after dinner, explaining that she’d handle the clean-up on her own. She joined me about a half hour later, fresh from the shower, and wearing only her robe. Sitting on the other end of the couch she wriggled her feet in my crotch. When I glanced her way her neatly trimmed pussy glistened between her legs. I returned my attention to baseball but Marie wasn’t having any of it. She stood on the couch right in front of me, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. I couldn’t miss her intoxicating aroma; I couldn’t resist just a taste. And that was it for the ballgame! One lick led to a slurp and one slurp led to another—and another and another. In seconds I was attacking that hot wet pussy with a passion. I would have licked her to an orgasm eagerly, but, to my surprise, Marie stopped me, flipped over, her head at my zipper. She turned to me for only a second, “Please hold me, George, so I can open this.” I held her hips while she exposed my cock. I got hard so fast it was throbbing with my pulse at almost a hundred beats a minute.
She held herself with her arms as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I attacked her cunt which was seeping juice now. Marie used her tongue to great advantage; running it around my helmet was driving me crazy with want and need. When she tickled my pee hole I was done—hot creamy semen erupted into her mouth. Over and over in a seemingly never ending river cum poured into her mouth and throat. Meanwhile I laid siege to her clit with my tongue and teeth. I sucked it between my teeth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue—it ignited an explosion within her body. Marie shook and trembled in my arms as she came repeatedly. I continued to suck as long as she continued to shake and I sucked for several minutes, at least.
Eventually Marie groaned, “Enough, George. Please stop. You’ll kill me with pleasure if you go on.” I released her clit, pulled her up, and took her into a long loving embrace. We rose some time later and headed for the shower. We were enjoying the hot water when I told her I had to pee. She grabbed my cock before I could turn to leave. Marie kneeled, directing my stream to her breasts. She rubbed the hot pungent liquid over her chest. When I was done she told me, “My turn, George.” I wasn’t crazy about it either way, but fair is fair. I kneeled to allow Marie to tinkle on my shoulder. Her pee ran down my chest and back. I had to admit her heat was pleasurable, but it wasn’t something I’d want to do every day. When Marie wanted something, she really, really wanted it. That was the kind of determination I would always admire.
Chapter 6
As I had promised I did speak to our neighbors about finding Marie a top doctor. It took several weeks to get an appointment and we only got that because Marie was now four months pregnant. Of course, I took Marie, feeling uneasy as almost the only male in a waiting room full of women, many very obviously pregnant. I was sure that Marie sensed my uneasiness; she squeezed my hand, pulled me close, and promised me many wonderful things once we got home as she kissed my cheek. Of course, there was paperwork to be completed—Marie’s name, mine, our address, insurance information, medications she was taking (none, thank God), and a whole host of other questions I considered mostly irrelevant.
Eventually, after almost an hour’s wait we went in to see the doctor—or so I thought. We saw a nurse who weighed Marie, took her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, and had her change into one of those horrible hospital gowns. I helped her fasten those unreachable ties—didn’t these people ever hear about Velcro? We laughed when she asked if we knew the date of conception—“January 8 or 9,” we responded simultaneously. When the doctor finally arrived she went through the same questions that were on the form we had completed for what seemed an eternity before the exam finally started. In time we got to the ultrasound—the chance to actually see our growing child.
“What are you hoping for, Mrs. Shaw?” the doctor asked, making the obvious mistake since we had the same surname.
“I think I’d like to have a boy,” Marie responded as she smiled at me, surprising me because while we had not discussed this I assumed she’d want a girl.
“And you, Mr. Shaw?
I hesitated only a second before answering, “No doubt about it, I want a daughter!” Dr. Jonnson moved the device over Marie’s abdomen going, “Hmmmm…hmmm” several times. I thought it was like looking at ink blots or an old black and white TV with barely working rabbit ears as an antenna. When she rotated the screen to us she turned to me. “Well, Mr. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish.” I was beaming until she continued, “And, Mrs. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish, too. You’re going to have fraternal twins.” That’s when the room started swimming and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor, my head in Marie’s naked lap. She was stroking my face; I could see the concern etched on her face as the doctor waved smelling salts under my nose. I was still groggy as they helped me to a chair and the nurse brought me a cup of water. “Did I hear…?” I asked. “Did you say…twins?” I looked at Marie and she was nodding happily. I was still unsteady as I walked from the office.
“George,” Marie asked once she was again behind the wheel of her X5, “did you hear my last question to Dr. Jonnson?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t think so. I asked her how long we’d be able to have vaginal sex. She said it will depend on how the pregnancy goes, but as long as I don’t have any pain we can go almost until I’m ready to give birth. Isn’t that great? We can continue to fuck as often as we want, and I can always take care of you with my mouth, or ass, or even my hands, if necessary.”
“Marie, have I told you lately how much I love you? Here you are having twins and all you’re concerned about is taking care of me. I’m so lucky to have you. I feel like celebrating; let’s go out to lunch.”
“Well, George, I feel like celebrating, too, that’s why we’re headed home.” When I looked at her she had that fabulously evil smile on her face. Thirty minutes later we were pulling into the garage. Marie led me into the house and then to the bedroom. “George, you were so cute when you fainted. I wasn’t too worried until you fell and hit your head. Are you OK now?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grin of my own, “but I think I’d better lie down and get out of these tight clothes.” I took off my loose golf shirt and my baggy shorts to lie naked on the bed. I extended a hand to Marie. That was all it took. She had most of her clothes off by the time she reached me. In bra and panties she joined me on the bed. I pulled her into a long deep kiss as I ran my fingers through her long black hair. I broke the kiss and moved my attentions to her long graceful neck, and then to her shoulders, and then to her breasts. Like the rank amateur I was I struggled to remove her bra until Marie took pity on me, shrugging it off with a giggle in only a second. I took one of her hard hot nipples into my mouth. “I’m already envious of our children,” I whispered. “I’m going to miss suckling you.”
“I’m going to miss you doing it, too, but I’m sure you can find something else to suck. You can, can’t you?
“I think I’m headed there right now,” I told her as I moved farther down her body. I slipped her panties from her legs and found my objective—her delicious moist pussy. I moved between her long strong legs to stroke her silky thighs. I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent until I leaned forward to run my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other. Marie moaned and gasped repeatedly under my ministrations. Changing tactics I moved my tongue to the center of her slit to drink the pussy juice from her fountain. Over and over I slurped up her fluids. Moving up I teased her clit. It was hard as a pebble and oh so hot. I nibbled and sucked it between my teeth bringing Marie to a long and strong orgasm.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly. She kissed and licked herself from my sodden face. “George,” she cooed, “that was great but right now I need you to stick that great big cock into my tiny tight pussy. Lie on your back so I can climb on top of you. I did, and she did. Very slowly she lowered herself onto my erection. When she bottomed out she leaned forward, stopping inches above my face. Looking straight into my eyes she told me how much she loved me, and then she showed it by fucking me for more than an hour. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock as she milked me over and over. All told, I came five times—once for every one she gave herself.
“Enough, Marie, I love you and I love making love with you, but you’re going to kill me. I’d like to live long enough to see our children.” Marie stopped moving on my cock, but not removing it from her pussy as she laid her head on my shoulder. Not surprisingly, we fell asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 7
We had a lot of re-planning to do. One of the problems with twins is that when one wakes up he/she wakes up the other. Should we have them in separate rooms, or together in one? Should we keep our carriage and get another like it, or get a tandem? We would need another crib and all the supplies that go with it. How many additional blankets and outfits would we need? Oh—the joy of having twins! It turned out that I worried too much. Marie took all this in stride and in only a week or so she had it all straightened out.
Meanwhile I was making plans of my own. I took Marie with me when I went to get fitted for new golf clubs. She told me that she had never played, but she had been a successful softball and volleyball player in high school and she was incredibly coordinated and limber so I thought she might enjoy learning the game. Besides, it would give me the opportunity to show off my lover. I’d seen plenty of men’s eyes follow her at restaurants and shows. I loved being seen with Marie almost as much as I loved her, and that was with all my heart. I knew I’d never have anything to be jealous of. Marie loved me as much as I loved her—probably more!
Marie had once told me that she didn’t care about the money I had won and when I showed her credit cards in her name she proved it. She could have spent thousands on clothes, cosmetics, perfume—whatever she wanted. She used the cards to buy groceries, gas for the X5, and supplies for the babies—nothing for herself, even though she obviously was going to need almost a whole new wardrobe. If I hadn’t taken her shopping for these things I think she would have gone naked all the time. I loved seeing her body, especially her swelling belly, but there were times we had to go out in public. One of the things I insisted she buy was a swimsuit. We lived near the beach and I wanted to take advantage as often as possible.
In mid-May I suggested we plan to go to the local beach for the Memorial Day weekend—the official start of the season. Marie asked to wait to see how the weather would be. On Saturday morning I packed the car even though the skies were overcast. Marie balked until I told her I was pretty sure it would clear up after we got there. “That’s not what the weatherman says,” Marie countered.
“I have my own weatherman,” I told her, “and my weatherman reports to a higher authority!” Marie rolled her eyes, but nodded saying, “I can always read a book on my Kindle, George. If you really want to go it’s OK with me.”
We left for the municipal beach around 10:30, arriving about fifteen minutes later. The municipal lot was jammed so I went next door to the fishing pier, paying $10 for the privilege of using their lot. I carried our stuff over the dunes searching for an open spot. We eventually found one in front of a large group of women in their 30’s and 40’s. Golf widows, I guessed. Once I had set up the umbrella and chairs Marie applied lotion to my body and then invited me to do the same to her. Just touching her sensuous skin was usually enough to give me a raging erection and today was no exception. Marie laughed when she saw the tent in my suit. “Oh, George, if we were home I could do something about that. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait until we get back there.”
“You’re well worth the wait, Marie. Now, at least, I have something to look forward to, don’t I?” I kissed her and we sat back to enjoy the day. We were relaxing and reading when Marie asked me, “What’s that, George?” pointing to a small plane pulling a large banner.
“Oh, that’s how a lot of restaurants and tourist attractions advertise around here. I remember that, don’t ask me how, from my prior life—you know, when I visited the area.” We sat in silence at the plane passed us, towing a banner for the Ripley’s Aquarium in Myrtle Beach. We went back to our reading until maybe a half hour later. “Here comes another one, Marie. I can’t quite make out what it says. Can you read it?”
Marie leaned forward, placing her Kindle into her bag. She stared at the banner for almost thirty seconds then she looked at me. She returned to the banner that everyone could clearly see read “MARIE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?” and when she turned to me again I was on one knee. “Well, Marie, am I going to have to ask you twice?” I could see tears come to her eyes.
“No, George, I mean yes. Oh, you know what I mean.” Marie dug her long slender fingers into my hair and pulled me into a long kiss as the women behind us started to cheer and applaud. It was at that exact moment that the clouds disappeared, bathing the beach in bright sunlight. We both noticed it and nodded at each other. Our marriage would be blessed in Heaven!
When Marie broke the kiss I dug into my pocket, retrieving a blue velvet-covered box. I pulled out a ring, her ring—a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. I don’t know whose hand was shaking more—hers or mine—as I slowly slipped it onto her finger. “I hope you like it Marie. If you don’t I can get you another.”
“Don’t you dare, George Shaw; I love it and I love you.” The ring was just the right size, thanks to one I had recently “borrowed” for the jeweler. Of course, our new fan club had to see it, kiss Marie, and congratulate me. Being women they had immediately recognized that Marie was pregnant, but were thrilled when they learned she would have twins. Marie just had to tell them how I had fainted in the doctor’s office when I got the news—they laughed; I turned red until Marie leaned over to give me another sweet kiss.
On Tuesday morning we went to the town hall for our license and, after lunch, we returned to be married. It was by far the happiest day of my young life.

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The Lost Tribe

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Fiction

My daughter Annie

My daughter Annie
“Breath. Breath. Don’t push too hard.—-” came the instructions
in the delivery room as Annie was bringing her first child into
the world.
“What am I doing here?” I thought to myself. “A woman’s husband
or mother should be here. Not a father.” I grabbed my daughter’s
hand and squeezed it, “Baby, you’re doing really well, I’m so proud
of you,” I encouraged my only daughter who was close to presenting
me with my third grand child. “Why didn’t you marry a normal guy?
Why did Eric wait until you got pregnant to tell you he wanted to
live with his male lover and your marriage was a mistake?” These
thoughts blitzed through my mind as this precious daughter was
working so hard to deliver life into this world.
“I see hair,” announced one of the nurses, “Grandpa, come over
here and see your latest grandchild.”
I dropped Annie’s hand and went to view this new entry into the
world with Annie’s legs spread apart in the stirrups, certainly not
a modest view for a woman to be in. She was clean shaven so the
little red hairs were certainly not hers. I thought I had a strong
constitution, but this was really a messy sight and I was feeling
very light headed. And soon the baby came out in a gush, so fast
that the doctors had to reach quickly to catch it.
“It’s a girl!”
Tears came to my eyes, “Marty why did you have to die. The
little granddaughter we had wanted for so long was now here. A
little girl needs to be held by her grandmother.” These were the
thoughts that went through my mind as I starred at my daughter’s
anatomy on display in such a non sexual manner.
“Evangeline”
“What did you say Annie?” I asked.
“I want to call her Evangeline. Eve.”
I went to my daughter’s face and kissed her. She knew that was
my mother’s name and how I loved it. “Thank you Annie. It
means so much to me.”
“Daddy having you here means so much to me. I was so frightened that
I would have to face this all alone. Thank you.”
“This is the greatest thrill I could ever have. Seeing little Eve
come into the world.” The nurse laid Eve across Annie’s chest
so this new mother could see her first child immediately. Eve
already had light red hair on her head. “I guess there’s no
doubt she’s mine is there,” said Annie with a very content
smile on her face.
“No baby. She has you hair. And I can already see you in her.”
I was asked to go into a waiting room while they finished up in the
delivery room. Later I was sent to Annie’s room in the hospital to
wait for her. She arrived, looking very exhausted, but very thrilled.
“Daddy, thank you for being here when I needed you the most.
And thank you for letting Eve and me come live with you.. I was
so anxious about where I was going to go, what I was going to do.”
She had stayed in her apartment after Eric left her. All through her
pregnancy it was just the two of us. Her apartment had a rule
against children and she was forced to move. Her mother had
died five months ago after a long bout with cancer. And I had
this big four bedroom home that was too much for one very
lonely man to live in. I had resorted to talking to the furniture,
looking at Marty’s pictures and hours of crying in my loneliness.
“No Annie, thank you for coming to live with me. I need someone
in the house so very badly. I’m hurting. You and Eve are the
medicine I need.”
I couldn’t wait for them to come home. I took the next two days off
and stayed at the hospital. I would just spend hours looking in the
nursery at Eve, to a point that the nurses knew my name the moment
I walked into the viewing area, and would rush her crib to the window
for me. “God, she’s beautiful,” I thought. My trips to Annie’s
room were filled with hugs and kisses. I guess I did over
do it with flowers and cards. But she was all I had. Her
older brother was gone. Killed in an auto accident. My
daughter in law had remarried and my two grandsons had
been adopted. Except for a card on my birthday, I never heard
from them. My wife was gone. I had no brothers or sisters.
so it was just the three of us for all practical purposes. So
why shouldn’t I give her a room filled with flowers, and
Hallmark could always print more cards.
When not at the hospital, I moved all of Annie’s belongings
into the house, repainted her room, bought her some new
furniture, and of course the best crib I could find for my new
pride and joy. Everything was ready for my new, welcomed
house guests. I was thrilled.
Not only was I thrilled, but Annie was tickled pink when she came
into the house and it was announced to her that this was her home
and I was a guest. This was the beginning of a new depth to our
relationship. One that would take some very strange twists.
Eve was only 4 days old. Annie had just been home her first
full day. I got home from work and she was in the living room
with the TV on watching the news. As I stepped into the room
she smiled and said “Hello”. She was bare from the waist up and
was nursing Eve.
“Annie, don’t you think you should cover up?” I suggested trying
to hide my embarrassment.
“Dad, these are the same breasts you saw in the hospital. Don’t
be embarrassed. Eve is almost finished,” she answered. “Have you
ever tried human milk? I mean have you ever tasted it.”
“Well no, your mother couldn’t nurse so she never produced any.
But what are you suggesting young lady?”
“I still have more and instead of using a breast pump, I was
going to let you try it for yourself.”
“Are you suggesting I— I mean do you want me to–,” I stammered
and sputtered. That’s not proper. You’re my daughter for Pete’s
sake.”
“Mom used to tell me how horny and kinky you were as a lover. I
can’t believe that drinking some of my milk is such a damning
thing. Besides, there is no one else on this planet that I would
want to taste my milk other than you and Eve. I want you to try
it. Please…. for me…”
I took great pride that even as Annie was growing up, I never so
much as touched her, not that she wasn’t as beautiful to me as
her mother was. I did have a great sense of decency and I wanted
her to always remember me as a clean, decent father. One that
she could remember with pride and love. Not a molester or pervert.
Yet her breasts were larger than normal now that they were making
milk. And they were so beautiful. I was so lucky that she had
become such a beautiful woman. Annie looked very statuesque
with her 5’10” frame, her gentle soft curves, bright red hair, and
soft blue eyes. Her nipples were very erect. And I did envy Eve.
Marty’s illness had deprived us from expressing our physical love
for over a year. Her death had become a blessing she had suffered
so much for so long. I indeed was horny. I had been so depressed
I didn’t even masturbate all this time. Passion was driving
completely through my body. “Okay Annie. But it isn’t because
I’m perverted or anything. I’ll try it.”
“Daddy, you’re not perverted. You’re a healthy man with all
the passions of a man. You’re the only man in my life now and
I need your touch on my breasts more than you need it.”
I slowly moved my mouth over her right nipple and began to such
lightly, I was so afraid of hurting her nipple or breast.
“Eve sucks harder than that Daddy.”
I soon felt the milk coming into my mouth. I was shocked at how
sweet it tasted. It reminded me of “Eagle Brand Milk” we used to
have when I was a kid. My stimulation seemed to be so pleasing to
Annie. She closed her eyes and literally purred at my sucking. I
could feel my cock getting hard and really tried to disguise
it.
“Well how does it taste?”
“The truth?”
“Yes, the truth.”
“Wonderful. Sweet and light. And…”
“Sexy and Exciting?”
I blushed, “Yes,” I said with a very subdued tone, “Very sensuous,
very sensuous indeed.”
I didn’t realize how much Annie needed to hear those words until
she really started to open up. “I needed your validation, Daddy. I
needed to hear you admit that I was a sexual turn on. It’s
important to me.”
This was the first hint that I had that Annie had not enjoyed a
full rich sex life.
Over the next few days it became a habit that when I was around
and Eve was finished, I got to drink the leftovers. I got to
a point that I really enjoyed the taste and knew that some
day it would be gone so I needed to enjoy it while I could.
I still was having trouble with my cock getting hard. I had
found Annie’s body a very exciting and stimulating thing. I was
able to control my urges to rip her clothes off because of a deep
sense of what I was taught as being right and wrong. And incest was
wrong. But oh my she was all woman and I was getting so attached to
the feel of her body during these very intimate times.
Annie had been in the house for three weeks when the next step
happened. My house was large. It had four bedrooms, a family
room, den, living room and three bathrooms. The two upstairs
bathrooms were the ones we used. But the shower in my bathroom
was big and luxurious. Most of it had been custom made years
before. It was a day that I had gotten off early. I was the
Marketing Manager for a large industrial firm, and we had
just finished the details on a big new venture. I wanted to
go home and take my two ladies out to dinner to celebrate
this event. I went into the house and up the stairs to shower
and change clothes. I didn’t even look for Annie. I went into
my bedroom and removed most of my clothes just down to
my undershorts. I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower
when I came to a screeching halt. There was Annie, totally nude
and drying herself off, having finished a shower herself.
“Oops, Oh my God, Annie I’m sorry, I didn’t even think…Wow,
I’m sorry darling.”
“Daddy! What’s wrong?”
“I had no idea you would be in the shower. I would have knocked
to let you know I was home. Please forgive me.”
“For what? Coming into your own bathroom. That’s silly”
“Well you’re…I mean you aren’t…”
She looked down at her body and then looked at me, “you mean I
don’t have clothes on?”
“Well yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I want you to have all
the privacy you need. And I’ve burst in on you like this.” She
knew how embarrassed I was.
Then she started to laugh. “I was in the delivery room, my legs
up in the air, spread apart, with who knows how many strangers
staring at every private part of me. There isn’t anything I have
on or in my body that you didn’t see and now your flustered at seeing
me nude. I can’t believe it. I’m not ashamed or bothered. You’re
the
man in my life, you should be able to look.”
“I’m your father. The grandfather of Eve.”
“And the only man in my life who has ever loved me.”
I couldn’t believe that my own daughter’s body was so exciting to
me. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second. I couldn’t
hide it, there was no place to turn, no place to run to. Annie saw it
right away.
“I turn you on don’t I?”
I was stumped. I couldn’t lie. “I’m sorry baby, it’s just a
reaction. Yes you are more than sexy. But I haven’t allowed
myself to feel turned on for so long. I mean it’s been so long
since I had the chance to see such a beautiful sight. I did
everything I could to honor your mother. I stayed away from
every temptation on earth to be totally faithful while she was
sick.
“You never masturbated?”
“No. I wanted to be faithful in thought as well as deed, so I
tried to turn my attention away from any thinking that would
give me problems.”
“Not even after mother was gone?”
“I was too depressed. I loved her so deeply, I was so empty. You
and Eve have given me so much of a reason to live.”
Annie grabbed my hand and led me to my bed and made me sit down
next to her. She set the towel next to her and looked me straight in
the
eye. “When you looked at me and got turned on, that was the most
thrilling feeling I have had in over a year. I was a virgin up until
my
junior year in college. I was too busy with school, studies, and
work to get involved with a man. I had two quick romances, but
while there was sex involved they were very unsatisfying. I met
Eric and his love for the arts became a common ground for us.
But he never made me feel like a woman. His love making
was very clumsy and unromantic. He had no idea what fore
play meant. The only way I ever got an orgasm was after he
was asleep, I could masturbate. When you looked at me and
admired my body, I felt validated as a pure sexy female. I
only wanted that from him or any man. That was a very thrilling
moment for me. And it came from you.”
I had no idea where this was leading. But I got a hint when her
hand move over the top of my under shorts and she began to
gently stroke my still hardened cock beneath them. I tried to back
off, but I was so horny and it had been such a long time. My
prejudice dropped immediately. Oh I tried to protest, “this is
wrong Annie. This is very wrong.”
“Oh so Adam didn’t have sex with his daughter’s? Where did the
wives of his sons come from? No daddy this is not wrong. You
mean so much to me, I love you more than I can express.”
She fumbled to remove my pants and finally I relented and removed
them. She was as strong willed as an adult as she had been as a
child, so when her mind was made up, don’t fight it, just give in.
My cock was at full mast now. It was sticking straight out. Annie
took it into her hand and admired it. She cupped my balls and
said, “These produced the sperm that made me.”
I looked down rather sheephisly and smiled at her and said,
“I never replaced them.”
We both giggled at my preposterous remark. She looked at them and
at my cock with great wonder. “It is kind of thrilling to me
to know that this is the place that part of me was formed.”
She stroked my cock lightly. “Mom always bragged to me about
this.”
“She didn’t. Did she?”
“When I went to college, she and I talked a lot about sex.
She enjoyed everything the two of you did. She was so proud
of you and what a lover you were. And kinky.”
I looked up to the ceiling as if looking into heaven and said,
“Marty you could never keep anything private.”
“Daddy, I always wanted a man to satisfy me the way mother was so
satisfied. I never found him. Here lay down next to me and
let’s talk some more. I need to talk.”
We laid down next to each other, her hand was still stroking my
cock gently, but not enough to make me explode. Then she removed
it and placed her hand on mine and guided it to her mons. She
pressed my hand firmly against her pubic hair which was now starting
to grow back. She closed her eyes and let out a sound of contentment
like a dove’s coo. “Please feel me,” she said, “I need your touch
so desparately now. Please.” With this she parted her legs to give
my hand complete access to her very wet slit. My brain was now
disconnected and I was running on lust power. I rolled over on
my side facing her and my finger traced around her entire pussy.
It had been so long since I felt this. I had forgotten who wonderful
it felt. Annie saw it in my face. “I am sexy to you,” you said half
asking.
“Oh my dear baby, you are the sexiest woman alive in the world
today.” She knew half of this was lust talking, but a big part of
this was my heart talking. She was sexy. I percieved her as being
of incredible beauty and she felt it.
My finger found her clit. I toyed with it, giving it sincere
promises of even more attention. My touch of her clit
sent her body into a complete spin. It was like turning on
a light that illuminated her entire soul. Her pussy was now
literally dripping it’s juices. I really wanted to lean down
and drink this feminine nectar. But instead I wanted her to call
the shots. This was her body and I wanted her to orchestate my
moves. She raised her hips and asked me to put my fingers inside.
I love the feel inside a womans vagina. It is soft, wet and warm.
And it is full of sensations for me. Her’s was as wonderful
as I remember her mother’s being. My fingers were getting very
slippery from all her lubrication. I was sensitive to how brutal
childbirth had been to her pussy and didn’t want to hurt her or
bring any kind of discomfort to her. Soon I was rubbing from
deep inside to up and across her clit. Each time bringing up
more of her internal juice to bath her now swollen clit. With
each stroke her body responded. I picked up my speed a little
and her butt started bouncing on the bed in response to my
stroking. I rolled over and was partially on top of her. Her
right breast was pressed against my chest. Soon she was shaking
with pleasure, her breast was lactating slightly against my chest.
She was dripping between her legs and from her chest. Her entire
body became flush and soon she was crying out, “I love it, I love it
Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I
love it.”
I plunged deeper and made my stokes glide more rapidly along
it’s path each time circling her clit rubbing all of it’s surface
I could. With a loud moan of joy, Annie crashed into a gigantic
orgasm. Her skin was flushed completely red, making her look
completely sunburned. Her eyes were shut with floods of tears
streaming from their corners. Her lips were trembling trying to
hold back her crying.
As she started to lose some of her flush, I asked her if she was
okay. I just knew that she was a victum of guilt now and it
was all my fault. “I’m sorry baby, we just went too far.”
She opened her eyes and rolled up to embrace me tightly. “Oh no
Daddy, we haven’t gone too far. I have never had an orgasm
that strong in all my life. Mother was right. You are wonderful.
I love you so much,” She kissed me not as though I was her
father, but as a lover. “Thank you for that I needed that so
very much. That’s everything I’ve wanted sex to be. That’s
the feeling I have dreamed about. I love you.”
Her tears brought tears to my eyes. “The feel of your pussy
was so wonderful. I had forgotten just how wonderful it was.
I have missed it so much more than I have admitted to myself.
I love you Annie. Your being here in my…., no our house means
everything to me. And you were outstanding just now.”
She looked down at my cock which was half erect now. “Please let
me show you how much I love you now. I want to suck you.”
I was so melted now I couldn’t protest at all. I laid back and
let her work on me. She showed signs of some practice, I had
learned that Eric insisted on blow jobs over intercourse. But
then that figured to be the case knowing his orientation. Because
of this, Annie became very skilled. She manipulated my cock
with her fingers as carefully as a craftsman making a real work
of art. With her mouth she used lips, tongue and teeth with
a deftness of a surgeon. I wasn’t going to hold back at all.
I could feel myself getting ready to shoot a year of pent
up frustration. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. But as
I exploded, she moved her head away and tried to catch my
semen in her hand. “I just want to see it this time,” she said
I want to swallow it next time.”
Next time!!! I still hadn’t gotten over the shock of the first time.
“Why do you want to see it,” I asked.
“Daddy, it’s this very semen that went into Mother and made me.
It’s corny, but it’s important for me to see it.”
She scrapped it up, looked at it like a scientist, and then
rubbed it against her body. Finally she leaned down and wrapped
her mouth around my now somewhat flaccid cock and sucked
the last drops of semen into her mouth.. She smiled very approvingly
when she looked up at me. And then with a very quick change in
mood, she asked, “just why are you home so early anyway?”
“Well I just finished our new marketing campaign and got the
owners to approve it. So I wanted to take my two favorite ladies
to dinner.”
“Well let me wash off again and feed Eve, and then let’s go. In the
meanwhile you can take your shower and then move my stuff in here.
I just decided this bed needs me, and I definitely need it.”
To be continued…

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Bi Cycle

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Actress & Me(Part 7 All Most Lost Her)

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She’s My Best Friends Girl. pt 4

She’s My Best Friends Girl. pt. 4
I have been fighting with myself about “being in Love” ever again let alone being in love with my best friends wife. The feeling is wonderful but the inevitable fall is devastating.
It was the inevitable fall that really flooded my thoughts when my phone rang and I saw that it was Amy. Sometimes we want or have to ignore the things that make us uncomfortable, the things we don’t want to deal with.
I have done that for weeks now by ignoring Amy’s repeated attempts to contact me but I had an epiphany, at least I think I did but then again how can I tell the difference between epiphany and apathy right now.
Pushing the answer button I calmly spoke,
“Hello”, I answered.
“I’m surprised you answered me, why are you ignoring me”, Asked Amy.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind lately”, I said.
“So you fuck me, leave then ignore me ?, It made me feel worthless and”………….,Amy began to say as I cut her off.
“YOU TORE MY HEART OUT AND THREW IT AWAY THEN CALL TO GET TOGETHER AND TREAT ME LIKE WE NEVER HAD ANYTHING MEANINGFUL SO DON’T PREACH TO ME. YOU WANTED SEX THAT NIGHT AND YOU GOT IT”, I said in a very loud tone.
There was silence on the line except for some slight sniffles from Amy. I was mad and my short rant cleared things up for me and I realized my apathy was my epiphany. The lack of having feelings or considering others feelings is liberating. When I expressed what I just said to Amy wasn’t from the heart rather it was from anger, I was angry at myself for being stupid enough to believe in things like, “love, heart, feelings, commitment”, etc. This is all a sudden reversal for me considering Cindy and the feeling I have, had, thought I had, whatever, for her.
I was fooling myself again and I just had to suppress it, forget it and try to figure what Cindy and mine’s exit strategy would be. In other words how do her and I deal with our “feelings” and our expression of love, in word and actions then move on or away from it ?.
I was waiting for Amy’s response so I could fire back again, I was loaded and could shoot her stuff back at her all night if need be.
She finally spoke,
“So now you are acting like we had nothing by treating me like this”, she said.
She didn’t express it in a mocking fashion but was making a statement, a statement in which a response was expected.
Damn, I thought, she had me on that one. A wrong to serve justice with another wrong is just that, a wrong. I was cocked and loaded and now find myself with no response. With me now being silent she spoke again,
So you are showing me that I meant nothing to you OR………….(she paused) you now have feelings for someone else ?.
I had to shoot back so I did,
I’m done with feelings and all that shit, it causes nothing but pain and trouble”, I said.
I wanted to get off this subject because I had to bury and hide my feelings for Cindy. I had to get over it and let this thing die down and go away but I had no intention to hurt Cindy’s feelings so I had to figure a way to exit with integrity and feelings intact between Cindy and I. For all I know Cindy has been thinking the same thing.
“David, let’s get together and talk. There are unresolved issues we need to discuss”, she said.
I couldn’t let that one go and this was my chance to steer this conversation in another direction,
“Yeah, we did that already didn’t we”, I said.
“This would be different, she said.
Brad and Cindy had a party planned and since Amy would obviously be going, as well as I would, she wanted us to meet and talk prior to that party to ward of any awkwardness
We hung up with plans to “get together” again. She wanted to tonight but I suggested tomorrow evening. I needed time to think and reconcile what was inside of me. I knew that the best way to get over one is to get under another and the circumstance with Cindy filled that, for both of us.
I knew I couldn’t get back into a meaningful relationship with Amy, or possibly anyone else, but if there was resolution then perhaps her and I could move on.
I think this is why the thing with Cindy was really tolerable for me because I knew from the start there was a built in end to it. I have had those feelings though but this was the only way I could make sense of it all. Self analysis was all I could do or is it fooling myself…..is there a difference ?.
If Cindy and I were to “part” (meaning our sex sessions were done yet our feelings for each other were intact) then as long as it could be resolved like that then I knew I would be OK but it was important for me to know that she would be OK. This was totally different then the situation between Amy and I. She just plain dumped me in the middle of a serious relationship.
If Cindy and I were to just end it without some resolution then that breeds contempt, then anger bubbles up then revenge…………….
My original worries were now coming back to me and I knew I/we had a fine line to walk.
This time Amy came over to my place, there was no dinner planned so I didn’t have food prepared plus I wasn’t in the mood to take her out or anything like that.
I was confused and split between having feelings and not having them, between letting them surface and keeping them buried. What a mess I have made for myself, why did I fuck Cindy ?. After all this time I’m now feeling guilty because I fucked my best friends pregnant wife, yet another damn feeling. I can see where feelings can get in the way yet a lack thereof can cause trouble Hell, having them can to.
Having sex with Cindy was an opportunity and I took it, feelings had nothing to do with it at least from the start. I could have turned her down and went on undressing her with my eyes for the rest of our lives and things would be as they had been for many many years.
My thinking was interrupted by a knock at the door. I opened in and expected Amy to be decked out in another hot little dress, not this time though. She had on jeans and a purple silk top, she was “dressed down” (if that was possible) but the jeans only accentuated her curves and they were not the form fitting skinny jeans either. Her top didn’t have a plunging neck line but it was sleeveless and she had her long dark hair pulled back and fastened and had no makeup on.
She had the innocent “girl next door” look going on. If she would have had on a pair of glasses she would have the “hot librarian” look going on. All she had to do next was put her hair in pigtails, throw on a checkered red button up shirt and she would be the “farmers daughter”. The heat was instantly building in my groin just looking at her.
I wasn’t sure if she “didn’t dress” up because of her mood and she didn’t want to convey she was a hot temptress or if this was yet another way to distract me with the hidden hot innocent look or if she really wanted to dispense with the whole act and really tried to dress down and let passions rest.
Either way it wasn’t working for me, her look was turning me on but the look on her face and her demeanor was telling me she was serious and down to business.
We sat down and actually had a long serious talk, we hashed out feelings, (well her feelings mostly), troubles, wants, wishes, the future, etc.
I wasn’t being forthcoming obviously because of the Cindy/Brad situation but Amy was leading the conversation in many areas. When we crossed things that made her cry I would hold and comfort her but it appeared she was holding something back.
“David, after talking with Cindy the last few months about you I know I messed up what I had, what we had”, she said.
I looked into her eyes which conveyed sorrow however, she was also looking into my eyes and searching. I really didn’t have a response and I began to sense that all her talking this evening wasn’t really her confessing rather she was questioning me in a subtle way, she was seeking answers from me without just asking specific questions.
I wasn’t giving her the response she was seeking so she began to speak again,
Cindy speaks so highly of you David, it confirmed the things I really loved about you and the more Cindy talked the more glowingly she talked about you”, she said.
“Well we have known each other for a long time”, I said.
“Did you and Cindy ever have anything going on back in the day”, she asked.
“Nope, her and Brad were an item off and on back then”, I said.
Amy looked at me quizzically while slightly nodding her head.
“I just got the feeling that you two were close I mean the way she talks about you”…….her voice trailed off as she shrugged her shoulders.
I felt that my face went flush but at least now I knew where she had been steering the conversation to all evening. If her and Cindy did all the talking she claims then she would obviously know it from Cindy if her and I had anything going on back in the day.
“You know, I confided a lot in Cindy when you and I were together and the last few months she sounded like me when she talked about you”, Amy said still looking at me quizzically.
“Well there you go, she’s known me for a long time, assumed anything she didn’t know and you confiding in her filled in the gaps plus it was probably just her attempt promote me to you”, I said.
I didn’t like where this was all going but I was quick with an answer I figured would dissuade her from further inquiries.
“Yeah, I guess”, she said as she continued to look straight into my eyes.
While I couldn’t help the blood draining from my face I was able to pull off a nonchalant return stare. She knew something at worst or suspected something at least.
“Kiss me”, she said.
My eyes darted to various points of her face for a few seconds before I leaned in and turned my head. Our lips met and with one quick smack we slightly pulled away then instantly pressed our lips together again. This kiss was longer and we each applied more pressure. She put her arms around my neck and mine went around her back, I sucked in her top lip then went to her lower one and sucked it in.
I was instantly horny and my need was outstripping sensibilities and detachment, I wanted sex now and figured I would justify or put it into perspective later.
Our embrace tightened and she was pulling me onto her as she tried to lay back on the couch. I broke the kiss,
“Lets go to bed”, I said. As I pulled away my hand ran down her arm until I had her hand in mine while I stood up. She sat on the couch looking up at me, it wasn’t a pensive look rather she had a slight look of what I sensed as pride.
She also had to pause for dramatic effect or to play innocent, I wasn’t sure which it was maybe both but either way I wanted to have sex with her.
She stood up and I turned to pull her with me but she remained stationary. I turned to look at her and she eased up to me grabbed my face and gave me such a soft warm wet kiss that caused me to melt.
I was in a hurry but she was slowing things down, it worked.
Although the fire inside me was raging even hotter my pace was slowed down as we stood there and gently yet passionately kissed.
We pulled away and looked deep into each others eyes, my hand went to the side of her face then I let my fingers stroke her long dark hair.
Her soft brown eyes captivated me, damn she was beautiful and sexy as hell plus she truly was a good woman. A woman with faults but hell, we all have those and if the good outweighs the bad then what’s not to love right ?.
We walked to my bedroom at the edge of the bed she gently pushed me back onto it then got on to the bed and straddled me while unbuttoning my shirt.
Upon opening my shirt she leaned down and started kissing my chest and worked her way down to my stomach.
Then she straightened up and started to unbutton my pants, pulled the zipper down and tugged at the waist while I raised my hips up as she finished pulling my pants off.
I laid on my back and my boner had my boxers tented out. Amy got off the bed and began to undress while I laid there and watched. She stood there with nothing but her french cut panties and bra on then turned her back to me taking them off then turned to face me in all her naked glory. Not a tan line anywhere, her body was flawless.
She got back onto the bed and immediately pulled my boxers of, pulling them down also dragged my cock down then once clear of the waistband it sprang straight back up.
She straddled my legs and took my cock in her hand massaging it up and down before leaning down. She pressed her lips against the tip of my cock and let it part her lips. I swallowed hard and leaned my head back while groaning and arching my back up as she continued to descend onto my boner.
She took me in very deep then slowly worked up and down my shaft, she pulled back up keeping her lips firmly around the my head and started to suck hard before releasing and plunging back down until her lips was brushing my pubic hair.
With my cock in her throat she swallowed,
“OHHHHHHHHHHH”, I groaned loudly. The sensation was incredible and the slow loving care she put into the experience was certainly keeping my inner fire raging while at the same time tempering the explosive force contained in my balls.
I wanted to grab her head while she worked yet I couldn’t. She was in control and all I could do was keep my hands pressed beside me on the bed while my back was arched up as she continued to slowly work on me.
After several minutes of sheer pleasure she pulled back up my shaft while keeping firm suction. I opened my eyes and picked my head up as she pulled off of leaving a string of saliva between the tip of my dick and her lips which finally snapped as she gently rose.
I let my head fall back onto the bed and breathed with relief as I relaxed every muscle in my body. I didn’t even realized until then how tense my whole body was.
Amy leaned over me and crawled up towards my face then straightened up her body as she positioned her cunt over my face.
She was looking down at me while I stared at her cunt and as my tongue left my mouth she lowered herself to meet me.
I teased her with the tip of my tongue which caused her to shudder, putting my hand on each of her hips I pulled her closer and raised my head slightly while I worked my tongue into her slit.
Peeking up at her she had her eyes closed and her head hung down until I went deeper into her cunt. She opened her mouth slightly while raising her head up then back, she stiffened her body then,
“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, she breathed out as I worked her cunt with my tongue. Her stomach went into spasms and as she started panting, her whole body began to shake then she suddenly tensed up, stopped breathing then her body relaxed her head was hanging way back and she let out a long breath.
While it wasn’t a flood her cunt was suddenly creamier than when I started and I lapped at her cunt tasting her juice while she came back down to earth.
She leveled her head, opened her eyes then scooted down to my waist. She leaned over me and brought her face to mine and we kissed deeply. When she pulled back she licked my chin with one graceful stroke, tasting her own juice.
She raised herself up while taking my cock in one had and guided it to her dripping cunt and impaled herself onto me. Planting her hands on the bed beside me she leaned over and began to slowly move herself up and down my hardened shaft while rocking her hips back and forth.
She worked with slow deliberate passion and with about every other stroke she squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles. We looked into each others eyes and all my hardened reserves melted away with what I saw in her face.
While she made love to me she leaned down and we kissed deeply, my hands went to her breasts and I squeezed each one before I ran my thumb and forefinger over her nipples and slightly pinched them.
We broke our kiss and she raised back up into a more prone position while my hand left her luscious boobs and ran down to the top of her hips and I held on as her back arched inward. She raised up higher and pulled herself off to the tip of my cock before plunging back down onto me as she sped up her lovemaking.
Without a sound from her I felt her jizz wash over my cock and drip off of my balls. I was getting closer myself but with the heat of her cum and the renewed wetness I stopped holding back and let cum rise up my shaft.
My breathing picked up and as I was getting closer to my blissful release I laid my head back and closed my eyes while digging my fingers into her hips.
As the cum neared the tip of my cock I tensed every muscle around my waist and raised my hips slightly as I took in a huge breath and,
“OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH” I groaned out as my cock convulsed and steadily pumped boiling hot cum up inside of Amy’s gripping cunt.
With our lovemaking now reaching it’s conclusion Amy stopped riding me, she dropped herself down to bury my cock deep inside of her while her cunt continued to squeeze and milk me.
After a minute she pulled off of me then leaned down for us to kiss. We embrace and rolled onto our side while we continued kissing.
When the kisses stopped we laid there holding each other. I was amazed at her passion and sensuality tonight, her and I have had many sessions like this before but the passion we put into it was more intense then almost any other time I remember.
With my need met and the fog of hot passionate sex now removed I was getting my resolve back. We laid there holding each other and although she felt so damn good I suddenly wanted to exit the situation.
I was struggling with myself again about these moods and feelings. Was it was protection I was seeking or was it more than that, I was not going to be hurt anymore. I wanted guilt free, commitment free sex plus protection for my heart.
The only way to do that was to never get close to anyone again yet have sex when it was needed. I guess I wanted to have my cake and eat it to.
I began to think about all of Amy’s good traits versus the bad. Sure she ripped my heart out but the her good (not just the sex) was far outweighing the bad.
I was in turmoil…..turmoil my ass, I was in Hell. I was ripping myself apart inside by thinking about things such as commitment, marriage, sex, kids and how nice it would be to build that life then upon analysis all the bad associated with that would cause me to instantly shift back to hunkering down, keeping guard and staying at arms length forever.
I knew what I needed, I needed to pull back from everything and everyone to have room so I could think without distraction and undue influences. I had plenty of vacation time to take and felt I could go out to the wilderness somewhere to be just to myself and take a hike, go fishing, etc or even camp out on an island somewhere and fish, walk and reflect.
Amy broke my thoughts,
“David, do you think we can ever get back to where we were” ?, she asked.
I didn’t want to answer that now because I couldn’t but I had to say something and I really had no intent on hurting her feelings or dashing any hopes she may have.
“I don’t know Amy…………it’s not because of you either. I have to reconcile things with myself first”, I said.
I truly did have to think about it and resolve my own internal issues and I think she senses that but I can’t be sure. I am suspicious about her motives, her talking about feeling earlier this evening was really a line of questioning now that I had time to think about it.
This was getting heavy and I needed that time away and fast.
With Brad and Cindy’s party still a couple weeks away I knew the time for me to go was right. I was fortunate that I could schedule my own vacation time on short notice.
“Amy, I’m going to take some time off work and…………leave”, I said.
“Where you going” ?, she asked.
“I don’t know yet, someplace I can be ALONE” !, I said.
“Should I leave you alone….tonight ?, she asked.
Not moments ago I was wishing for an exit after our lovemaking but now it didnlt seem to matter to me and didn’t mind if she stayed. I had my thoughts and was fine with her laying beside me all night if she wished. I turned my head to her,
“You want ot stay tonight” ?, I asked.
“If that’s alright”, she said.
I nodded my head in approval and laid my head back, she turned to me and snuggled closer and buried her face to the side of mine and draped her arm over my chest. I laid on my back looking up and let the thoughts run through my head until I drifted off to sleep.
I was slowly coming out of sleep but it was to soon to realize why. My eyes blinked open and it was still dark and I simply sensed it was maybe 3am or so in the morning. I was on my side facing away from Amy then I realized my cock was rock hard (nothing unusual there) then as I became more conscious I felt Amy gently pulling on my cock.
I always hated to waste a hard-on so I gently rolled onto my back, Amy wrapped her hand around my meat and began to pumped up and down. I laid there enjoying the feeling and I was still shaking the weakness of sleep away until I could mount her.
I started to lightly grunt then moan and groan with pleasure, she suddenly scooted down taking the cover off with her movement and positioned herself.
She took my cock in her mouth,
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH”, I moaned out in sweet relief. I was super hard, so hard it hurt and her wet warm soothing mouth actually eased the pain somewhat.
Amy bobbed up and down with more intensity now, she wasn’t being gentle and what initially eased the pain of my engorged cock now started to hurt as it expanded even more.
If she would have scrapped her teeth against my cock I swear it would have popped like a balloon. I knew it wasn’t just from her stimulation but I also needed to piss however, I wasn’t going to stop this action for that, I wanted to get inside of her.
Amy pulled off of me,
“Would you fuck me in the ass”, she asked.
I didn’t say a word I just sat up and got on my knees, while she laid on her back. As I moved into position she raised her legs up and placed her ankles on my shoulders.
I leaned in towards and over her, aimed my throbbing tool at her cunt and pushed in. I was once again soothed by the soft inner folds of her already dripping twat.
I pushed in until I bottomed out and started thrusting, going deep with every stroke. I wanted to coat my cock with her jizz. After fucking her cunt for a minute and making sure her juices were flowing down her crack, I pulled out and rubbed the head of my cock up and down between her entire slot then down to her brownie hole.
I positioned myself at her hole and pressed against it, surprised at the ease in which my cock head entered. That ease stop as her anus clamped down around the flare of my head.
She grunted while I continued to push my cock in while she tightened even more and brought her hands up to push against my waist. I was delirious with lust and need plus I needed to ease the pain of my fully engorged cock.
She was never able to take my entire cock in her ass no matter how much her and I tried. I wanted to be fully inside of her ass but I was always able to control myself before but right now I was blind with want and I was also devoid of feelings at this time or repercussions from simply having my way and being satisfied.
While I still was not going to just rape her like that I would not ram it in either however, I was not going to be denied my wants anymore. I was inching my way in by gently pumping in and out then ease in more and more.
She attempted to impede my progress but it was no good. She pushed against me with her hands and legs to keep me at bay. I leaned over her harder and forced her legs back.
While I continued to pump I temporarily stopped putting more inside of her,
“Easy baby it hurts”, she grunted in discomfort.
I continued to pump while she grunted with each of my strokes. Her hole was creamy wet and she eased her anus muscles and let me work,
“OHHHHH BABY, OH BABY IT FEELS SO GOOD. I got to have my whole cock in your butt”, I said.
The feeling of her hole stretched around my engorged cock, the thought of being where we are “not supposed to go” and difference in sensation of her as as opposed to her cunt was to much for me.
I braced myself, scooted my knees closer and leaned in. With the muscles in my entire body tensed I pushed more cock into her,
“UUUUHHHHHH JEEZUS, UH, UH, UH, she moaned, groaned and grunted.
I had half of my cock in her ass which is about all we were ever able to do before but it has been quite awhile.
“It’s alright baby, relax and give it to me. I’m gonna get it all the way in”, I said.
“NOOO, NOOO, I CAN’T TAKE IT”, she screamed.
Although she was loud it wasn’t true pleading and if she resisted to the ultimate extent then she could stop this whole thing. At least that’s what I was sensing or making myself believe. I was woken up in the middles of the night, my dick hard as a rock and she asked me to fuck her in the ass. This didn’t give me license to hurt her, rape her or anything like that but sometimes these situations are exactly like this.
They want it and a lot of times they like to be taken, held down, forced and to feel helpless while they are fucked. The fear and/or played fear and helplessness enhances the experience and pleasure while they play like they are keeping some dignity and innocence intact instead of appearing to be an out and out whore or slut.
Society, although quickly changing, still bounds a woman’s expression of sexuality and nastiness they wish they could openly display and still be “respected”.
“You can take it baby, we’re gonna get it done this time.”, I said while I pushed in past the halfway point.
She tensed up drawing a quick breath,
OOOOWWWWW, UHHHHH, OHHHHH, she groaned then clamped down tight on my cock.
The feeling of her anus squeezing me was incredible.
“OH GOD BABY THAT FEELS GOOD”, I moaned while continuing to pump.She remained tensed and worked every muscle in her body due to the invasion.
“It will be better if you relax”, I said.
I knew it was not possible for her to just relax but what else could I say. I wanted her to ease up and just let me run it in to the hilt and experience the pleasure.
“Your fucking me David, it hurts”, she whispered. I imagine a whisper was all she could do, it sounded like he had no breath.
“I know Amy, I know. I can’t stop, I just can’t”, I groaned out in sheer pleasure.
Pleasure from the feel of her brownie hole squeezing me and also from being unleashed with animal lust that resides in all men.
I was holding her into position and succumbing to my desire and she was “pleading”, it was all just to much to going on at once to cause me to stop.
I said to myself that she wanted this and I was justified in my efforts to “be the man” and just take what I wanted and let her go about her life and living with being ravaged by the beast that I am.
“I never seen you like this”, she said. I could hear the worry in her voice.
“Uh Huh”, was all I could respond. I increased my strokes and inched more dick into her butt. The further down my shaft that her anus gripped the harder I thrust. I was going to feel her with every inch of my cock then I intended to unload deep inside.
Amy continued to grunt and groan while I fucked her in the ass. I was out of control and only the smallest shred of empathy was still inside of me but I was convinced that while she was experiencing discomfort she also wanted me to ravage her.
I was so close to being all the way inside of her now and the feeling of her anus following the contour of my hardened shaft was exquisite.
My balls were boiling and cum was working it’s way up causing a tingling sensation. My usual instinct would be to clamp down my cock muscles and hold off the inevitable but at this point if I would had then the feeling would have went away. I knew she couldn’t take only so much of this assault on her asshole and I badly wanted to cum deep inside plump butt.
The only thing that would bring me on now was to speed up so I did just that while still forcing even more inside of her. The pressure inside me was rising with the sped of my fucking.
I fucked faster,
“UHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHH” Amy screamed.
I was running out of energy and my muscles burned with fatigue but the pleasure of having cum spurt from my peehole kept me working. Just the thought of cumming caused the pressure in my cock to rise to the top, now my instinct did take over and I squeezed my cock muscle to build more pressure and pumped faster.
No longer willing to contain it,
“I GOTTA CUUUUUM”, I yelled.
At peak pressure I finally drove in the last inch of cock which caused Amy to let out a high pitch scream. This sent me over the top, I was fucking her, filling her ravaged asshole with my monster cock, the cock she loved, the cock she wanted, the cock that gave her the most pleasure she has had in her life.
Hey, we all dream this dream and that is the part that men think when we are taking that “helpless” woman.
With her screams, my thoughts and delusions and the feeling her anus was giving my meaty tool I finally let go,
“OHHHHHHH”, I groaned as cum streamed from my cock and began to fill her up.
I panted a few times trying to catch my breath while remained deep inside of her and let loose,
“UHHHHHHH”, I moaned with pleasure and relief as another stream. I could fell my own cum forcing it’s way out around my embedded cock but I remained deep in her because I new I had another large load left to expel,
“AHHHHHHH”, I moaned as the pressure inside my shaft was diminished. I still remained deep in her and grunted as my cock convulsed and sprayed the remnants of my seed.
I could feel my cock soaked in my own cum as I held it inside of her butt and came down from the short high from the feeling of all that cum exiting my slowly deflating cock.
Amy was lightly moaning and I knew I needed to withdraw my cock from her sore asshole. She was still clamped hard on my cock as I pulled out. I was deliberately slow because it felt so damn good. When the tip of my cock was almost out I quickly withdrew.
My dick was holding back a flood, cum shot from her ass and pooled up on the bed. With the initial pressure relived more cum bubbled out of her and ran down her crack.
I knelt there observing this with pride thinking about the amount of cum I shot out. She eased her legs down as I back away from her. Then she got up and went to the bathroom, I remembered then that one reason I was so hard when I woke was that I had to piss and the feeling caused my dick to return to hardness. I rushed into the bathroom as she was about to get off the toilet.
I stood in front of her with my dick straight out.
Keeping her head level she raised her eyes up to look at me. I eased closer to her and she leaned down taking my cum covered cock into her mouth and sucked hard as she worked my shaft until it was clean. My eyes closed in pure pleasurable torture. I had to piss so bad it hurt and her mouth was about to cause me to release,
“BABY”, I blurted out as a warning.
After a few more seconds she pulled off, grabbed my dick and aimed it at her chest just as I let go.
“AHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMM” I moaned in relief as piss left my peehole.
She was gently waving my cock left and right to cover her entire chest with my continuing stream of piss. I couldn’t believe this shit. What has come over Amy, I mean we have talked about “doing nasty things” but she was showing me a much different and more provocative side to her.
With my stream slowing, I squeezed a few more times and it was done. She let go of my dick and I stood there with my eyes closed for a few seconds then opened my eyes and looked down.
Amy had a mischievous look as I continued to stare at her, then she smiled and stood up and walked to the shower and turned on the water to get it warmed up then proceeded to clean up the piss that splattered on the floor.
I wasn’t sure what to make of this, ALL this. I couldn’t make out her motive or motives. I was confused because it appeared she was pulling out all the stops, really trying super hard to show me another facet of her character, a lure or something. It was like she was in a competition, she had an objective, she had purpose.
Thank goodness I have vacation because I really needed to get away and contemplate. Amy insisted we talk once a day but I would have nothing of it. She didn’t like it at all but to bad. I did speak with Cindy prior to me leaving and we discussed “things” and she certainly understood and she admitted she was having internal struggles as well. She was questioning her entire existence and situation and we agreed that when I got back that her and I really needed to talk.
We both realized we can’t help what we feel and we have to figure out how to live with certain things that would not be realized. This was another factor I would have to reconcile within myself and was likely the foremost thing on my mind during my “get away”.
I got things right in my mind, expectations in check and feeling sorted out. It was during the day so I figured Brad would be at work so Cindy was the first person I called when I left and started to head back to town,
“I’m glad you called me, I’ve been dying to hear from you, are you alright” ?, she asked.
“I’m fine, I needed this for myself, except (ha ha ha), I trailed off with a laugh.
“Except for what”, she asked.
“Well going without sex for a week is typically not a problem but I guess being out in the middle of nowhere and just knowing it wasn’t available makes you want it or feel you have to have it”, I said.
“Can I help or….is it something that you would have Amy take care of”, she asked.
I worked around that question as we continued to talk but even with my alone time the last week there were things that would take further time to resolve and sort out. The last week was not to resolve all issues, the purpose was to clear my head of daily static and clarify things so I could deal with them going forward.
Cindy wanted to talk and suggested we get together today. Brad was out of town and her mother had the baby so we made plans to meet albeit out of town. She would drive in the direction I was coming from and we planned to meet in a small town about 30 miles away from the city.
Amy knew I would be back today so I intended to call her. She called me several times during my hiatus leaving several heartfelt voicemails. I’ve never seen Amy like this before and again, she was pulling out all the stops.
Since I didn’t expect to be seeing or spending time with Cindy today I called Amy and told her I would be on my way back shortly and be home tonight.
Amy was desperate to see me and wished I could be in sooner but of course I lied about my departure and arrival because I didn’t know until minutes ago that Cindy and I would be seeing each other this afternoon.
Cindy and I met at a restaurant and had a late lunch while we tried to talk. This was by far the most uncomfortable meeting and feeling we ever had. I didn’t know if it was lasting feelings, sexual frustration, us meeting out of town or all the above.
We each tried to talk but couldn’t find the words and when we couldn’t find the words we found each others eyes. We spent more time looking into each others eyes then talking.
I was still suppressing feelings so my words were limited and Cindy was dancing around an issue or he was also suppressing feelings. It was like our eyes were telling each other that we had feelings and desire but there was sadness, sadness that the future was bleak. We knew it couldn’t continue and it was conveyed without words.
We each had to seek individual relationships and revert back to the way things were and live with things that could never be.
Like she had finally summoned courage Cindy began to speak,
“David, I have been talking to Amy this week and I am convinced that she loves you and wants to be with you………and HAS been with you”, she said.
I felt like the accused all of a sudden and that I was guilty but it really wasn’t that, there was another reason and I knew where Cindy would be going with this.
When Cindy said that my eyes dropped to the table like looking down in shame, I couldn’t look at her so I just nodded my head yes.
Sex with Amy was really an attempt at total detachment from Cindy not to mention filling a basic need on my part.
I was without words so Cindy spoke again,
“You act like you feel bad about it”, she said.
“I know it’s stupid”, I said.
“Look, you two have feelings for each other, nothing wrong with that”, she said.
“I don’t have feelings for her, not since she dumped me. I tried and can’t get them back”, I said looking right at Cindy.
Cindy’s eyes went wide upon me making that statement. She had the look like she was holding back a huge follow up question or had a statement or maybe it was the look of worry.
“But, But………..I thought……. I mean she said……things can’t be…….we can’t………..”, she continued stuttering and could not put the words together so I did it for her.
“I can see the worry in you’re face, also concern and disbelief. I know things can’t be what you and I feel we want but you can ease the worry because I don’t need one to get over another, isn’t that what you are worried about” ?, I asked.
“I have been working on this thing between you two before I had the baby, I timed it for her to be at the hospital when you visited, I preached to her about you for weeks, months now in fact”, she said in an exasperated tone.
“I appreciate the attempt and I understand the purpose but it’s not needed, I’m a big boy”, I said.
“YEAH, I know you are”, she said with a mischievous grin.
“I don’t think you were trying to do something for me as much as you were trying to make me out of your reach”, I said with a raised eyebrow.
Cindy had a gleam in her eyes and I could almost sense her pussy suddenly getting moist as she shifted her position and wiggled her butt on the chair. I had hit it right on the head so before she could say anything I spoke again,
“SO, you asked me if you could HELP me since I’ve done without for a week. Is the offer still on the table” ?, I asked.
Cindy didn’t say a word rather she nodded her head up and down in long exaggerated strokes.
It appeared her concern has taken a backseat to her need, our need. There was a hotel next door to the restaurant and since it was getting close to normal check in time I went in and got a room while she drove her car around and then entered the hotel after me and went to the room.
I opened the door when she knocked and once inside we embraced and almost clawed each other as we kissed and started to tear each others clothes off.
It has been a little while for me plus I wanted Cindy really bad. She was hot for sure but the naughtiness of it all I think was the biggest turn on for me. What is better than naughty, depraved, forbidden love/sex plus having feelings for her as well……..I wanted to cum so deep inside her so bad I couldn’t stand it.
With clothes stripped we fell onto the bed and continued to pull, rub, squeeze and roll on each other until we had to breath then we pulled away from each other,
“FUCK ME”, she said.
I was extremely hard and just aching to get inside of her. We never said it but this was going to be a “quickie” as we both just needed relief.
I rolled on top of her and reached down to grab myself and aim it at her dripping cunt then plunged in,
“UGH, Uh, UH, UH” she grunted as I forced my throbbing meat straight in until I hit bottom then started quickly fucking in and out of her.
“Oh god this feels so good”, I moaned out while I pumped.
“HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER”, she she said desperately.
I raised myself up off of her and got onto my knees a little more and began to thrust faster and deeper as she loudly grunted, screamed and moaned.
She raised her arms over her head to place them against the headboard while I pounded into her. I felt like I just couldn’t get in as deep as I wanted, the feeling was so incredible that I wanted to expand that feeling even more and she wanted it to so Cindy raised her legs back more and had her knees on her chest but she wasn’t done,
“Let me put my legs up”, she said.
I eased back and she placed her ankles on my shoulders, I leaned back over her and thrust straight in,
“OHHHH BABY”, I groaned. The feel of her cunt wrapped around the lowest portion of my hardened shaft and the squishy sounds from our deeper fucking sent me into a frenzy.
I rammed into her with reckless abandoned and gave an extra hard shove at the as I bottomed out with each thrust which elicited what sounded like painful grunts and panting while I felt my cock washed in scorching liquid.
He hot jizz was gushing from her cunt and with my pounding made the sloshing slapping sound from the incredible wetness.
That was what I needed, she had gotten off and now I concentrated on myself let to come to a boil.
I began to groan as the feeling of cum shooting up my shaft made my cock tingle, my head feel light and the sweet feeling of anticipated relief cause me to work harder to bring it on.
I knew this was going to be big, I hadn’t masterbated the whole week I have been gone and now to be her with Cindy in a hotel out of town, Amy waiting for me, Brad out of town and I am going to spray my cum inside this hot sexy married woman. I didn’t even attempt to hold back at all, I couldn’t do it if I wanted or needed to. I simply began to squirt,
“OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHH”, I moaned and moaned with each convulsion. I finally stopped pumping and held my cock deep inside if Cindy’s quivering cunt while I continued to squeeze and convulse in what I knew was dry heaves. I was spent but felt like I couldn’t stop or even waited to stop.
The feeling was so intense I dreamed up being able to cum by the gallon just to experience the pleasure of sum coursing through my cock while I was deep in such a warm wet pussy.
Finally given out I pulled out, fell to the side and slumped beside Cindy. All the energy drained from my body I laid there like a slug while I tried to will coherence back into my head (the big head and the little head) because I felt that this was likely our last time together like this. Even without either of us saying it before I felt we both needed this “one more time” together to sustain the memory and confirm the enjoyment we derived from each other.
After laying there for awhile my mind drifted and I napped. I was totally wiped out from the intensity of it all and when I realized I had fell asleep I snapped back to attention, feeling like hours had passed even though it was less than an hour.
Cindy was breathing steadily, she was asleep. I scooted up behind her and reached over her to pull her to me which caused her to also snap back to the waking world,
“What time is it”, she asked excitedly as she tried to sit up.
“Don’t worry, it’s been less than an hour”, I said calmly.
She eased back down and let me hold her then after a few minutes she spoke,
David, you know that………..that we may be to transparent and……..if we keep on we’re going to get in trouble”, she said.
I know, I know. We both know today is probably it”, I said.
She squeezed my arm and let out a breath.
“Friends”, she said in an asking tone.
“And then some”, I said.
“Yes”, she said.
We were acknowledging that we loved each other but our sessions had to stop however, we also knew it left a door open to future opportunity. This was the way we left it with each other when we parted. I let her leave ahead of me and I hung back in the room, took a shower, watched TV then left which assured I would be home tonight.
When I got home who do you think was waiting for me, Amy. Her still having the key to my place was another thing I had forgotten about.
She stopped me on the porch, grabbed me and hugged hard,
” I missed you so much”, she said.
I wasn’t expecting her to be here nor did I want her to be. I hugged her back and broke the hug while moving towards the door to get inside and unpack my stuff.
While I couldn’t bring myself to fall back in with Amy I did get some revenge as it were but I wasn’t intending to hurt her either. I had been thinking how do I cool things down with her and not have hurt feelings or rejection but in this case it wouldn’t be as easy as it was between Cindy and I.
It was something on my mind while Amy and I talked. I desperately wanted to be alone tonight but she didn’t make any attempt or indication that she was going to leave.
It was confirmed after awhile when we began to yawn and she asked if I was ready to go to bed. I wanted to turn my annoyance into opportunity because I was getting horny again and Amy was it and willing. Even though i knew it would be like confirming her hopes or even leading her on my hardening cock was justifying it.
We we got into bed Amy eased up to me, nuzzling her face into my chest she began to kiss while slowly working her way down. She duck her head under the covers and wasted no time taking my cock in her mouth and gently worked my tool.
I wasn’t sure if it was her sucking alone that felt so sweet or the thought that I had fucked her friend hours ago and having both of these woman in the same day along with all the naughtiness all the way around was enhancing it but either way it felt good.
I closed my eyes and relaxed in bliss as she worked on me. I enjoyed the feeling I had and what she was giving me. I didn’t feel the need to cum nor did I feel I had any in me. I felt like I spent every ounce I had into Cindy a few hours ago but if I was going to get some pussy then I wanted to be able to finish and have the satisfying feeling of cumming.
Amy pulled off of me and moved back up and laid on her back while I rolled on top of her, she reached down and guided me to her hole.
I eased into her and started slowly pumping in and out of her. Without the immediate need to cum I took my time and reveled at the feeling of her warm, wet, soft inner folds caressing my cock.
Neither of us made much sound other than barely audible grunts and moans while we had sex. I was enjoying the feeling of having sex with Amy yet I was not conveying or even feeling anything from her other than “we were simply having sex”.
I knew she had more of an agenda than I did and maybe even more feelings than I did, despite was Cindy told me earlier about what her and Amy talked about.
With that though in my head my head I drifted back to the session that Cindy and I had earlier and with the whole wrong of it all I began to feel the heat and boiling in my balls.
I was feeling so depraved that I figured if I could just find me another woman that only wanted to have a physical relationship then I could have the variety a lot of men naturally grave.
Maybe even one of Amy’s friends would be interested in just having sex, maybe there could be a threesome. The thought was bringing me on and in my mind I was fucking Cindy, then Amy then one of Amy’s hot friends,
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, I breathed out loud as held in deep and release a load of hot creamy spunk directly into Amy’s womb.
With a few squeezes I knew it was all I had, empty once again I eased out slowly then Amy wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her and kissed me,
“Oh baby, that was sweet, we’re connecting on a higher level than we ever have”, she said.
That killed my bliss and sent a feeling of guilt through me. If she knew what was in my head that really brought me off she would be crushed.
I didn’t respond I just rolled to the side and stretched out. After a few minutes I rolled to my other side facing away from her and eventually went to sleep.
The party at Brad and Cindy’s was tomorrow so I needed to get some sleep plus I needed it so I could restore my energy to think about the Amy situation and figure out an exit strategy.
When I woke the next morning Amy was gone, it was Saturday and I think she had to work today but I couldn’t remember. I went into the kitchen and on the fridge was a note saying she was working until about 2 then would come back over.
Re-energized from a restful sleep and a new resolve I began to rehearse in my mind what I was going to say to Amy, what her potential responses would be, what my retorts would be and how I would hopefully ease each of us out of this “relationship”.
I had worked on my resolve the whole time until Amy showed up. I didn’t intend to say anything today before the party but she began to dig in with questions, concerns and inquired about my mood, silence and lack of responses to her expressions of missing me, love and connections on a higher level, etc.
As far as I was concerned the time was not appropriate but she was pressing pretty hard and gave me the opening I needed.
I started slowly then easily got on a roll with it. I let it, out all my feelings or rather the feelings I didn’t have or couldn’t have.
She went through the entire series of emotions from anger, to sadness, from hurt to resolve.
I knew how she felt because I had been through it and it hurts. Even though I gave it back to her before and on purpose I had my revenge and never panned to intentionally cause anymore hurt but it couldn’t be helped.
I tried to get those feeling back and she tried to make me get the feeling back but it wasn’t there. I felt bad about it and felt bad for her but it now came full circle.
Needless to say she wasn’t up for the party this evening after all that transpired. I didn’t want to go myself but I knew I had to. I know it’s selfish but my thoughts went to “what am I going to do for sex now”. I knew I would get into some kind of relationship at some point but it was the in between that I thought about.
Just like being gone for a week and not having it available, when you know it’s not there it makes you want it or feel you can’t live without it for 5 minutes.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur while I continually mulled over the events of our conversation. I found myself wondering if I was making a mistake by ending things with Amy. I think it was my little head doing the thinking and I just wanted to justify what I really didn’t feel for her anymore just so I could have access to pussy.
I showed up at Brad and Cindy’s house and entered into a room full of people. A lot of them I knew some of course I didn’t. I went on with getting on with life. I worked the room and moved around checking out some of the woman and trying to chat up one or two of them.
Cindy and I caught a few glimpses of each other but we seemed to end up on opposite sides of the room while engaged in various conversations. We eventually found each other when I went towards the kitchen to get another drink, we moved to the side away from the others.
“Amy told me”, said Cindy while looking at me to see my reaction.
“I swear I didn’t intend for this to happen now but she opened the door and I couldn’t hold back”, I said.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out”, she said.
“Well it was fine before I just couldn’t even get the feeling back”, I said.
“She admitted she screwed up”, she said.
I just shook my head in agreement and as a gesture that there were no words I could add to that assessment.
Cindy seemed sad yet she had restrained jubilation. She seemed to be about to bust with something. She looked to the side to make sure nobody was close enough to hear her then leaned towards me,
“I’m pregnant”, she whispered.
My eyes wide I looked at her and she beamed back at me.
“Who’s is it”, I whispered.
She just shrugged her shoulders like “I don’t know” then parsed her lips like “and it doesn’t matter”.
My eyes narrowed and a smile formed on my face, she looked up at me and a smile grew on her face
The End.

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Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 5 Revenge)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter part on Earth.
The story is now being told by my son Thunder Bird.
After War Eagle and I died, the rest of the tribe broke and tried to flee. The raiders chased and killed all the remaining members of the tribe. Our last hope of the tribe continuing, rest on the shoulders of Thunder Bird.
I left with 15 hunters, 15 women, and 15 of the older children. We took enough food and water to last us a couple of weeks. After that, we would have to forage for food and water. I headed West out of the valley, and swung around to the Southwest toward the river. After 20 days of walking we came to the valley where the tribe had first settled. A few of us tore down the rock wall my father had installed in the bear cave. The valley was lush, with plenty of game to hunt.
We did our grieving while on the walk here, now it was time to put our grief aside, and start to rebuild the tribe. We started by scouting our surrounding territory making sure it was safe. We hunted and planted a few crops like my father had taught us to do. In our tribe we had one man who studied the ways of the shaman, and one woman who had studied the uses of herbal medicine.
It has been over a year now since the attack that killed my family and most of the other tribe members. It was a real struggle at first, but slowly things started to work themselves out. We still run scouting parties to the north to make sure the raiders have not followed our trail.
When a strange tribe wanders into our territory, we check them out completely, before we make our presents known. Many times we will trade with those tribes, including exchanging women. Talking with the people of those tribes, is always a good source for information. One tribe did tell us that the raiders had gone North toward the mountains.
Our tribe is growing stronger as the year goes by. The tribe has a few new additions now, as the women are starting to give birth. We are training the older children how to hunt, and fish. How to survive by building a shelter, and how to search for food. Also how to stay hidden when there seems to be trouble.
We taught them how to build bows and make arrows. We found some really good Ironwood to make new arrows. The wood from the Yew tree seems to make the best bows. I kept playing with the arrow head, using different sizes of flint, and even trying to use bone as a head. Trial and error method seemed to work the best, to find out which material would make the best arrow heads.
We practiced with dummy arrows so we would not damage our good battle and hunting arrows. Most of the hunters were very accurate at 100 paces. Our best shooters could hit the target at more than 200 paces. We practiced daily and in various locations just to be prepared.
Life appeared to be good for the tribe, we had food, water, shelter, and nobody bothered us. Still something seemed wrong or was missing. I could not put my finger on this odd feeling, but it was there.
I increased the patrols and the range that they covered. The patrols reported back that all was clear. There was not any contact with other tribes, or raiders. I would go out with a patrol to the north, just to be sure. I did not want a sneak attack to catch us off guard. But so far so good, with no contact with any of the raiders.
A few months later a tribe came through our camp. They told us that this is the year, for the tribes to meet at the great meeting grounds. The location has changes to an area a lot closer to us only about a 10-day walk from our camp. I need to replace my wife who died of a fever six months ago. With a trip to the meeting grounds, and I could have my pick.
When the time came, we packed up a couple of camels, and headed Southeast toward the new meeting ground area. As in previous marches to the meeting grounds, we stopped within a day of arrival, and refilled our supplies, so we had plenty to eat and drink. The whole journey took ten days, and we arrived along with a lot of the other tribes, close to the same time frame.
This time we did not hide our bows, and after we pitched camp, I had the hunter practice protecting our camp. After an hour of drilling, I left for a meeting with all the chief’s present. They all express sorrow about what the raiders did to our tribe, but glad that some of us made it out alive. The talk was how the raiders were killing and capturing different tribes.
“Why don’t we put together a group of our best hunters? We go north and attack the raiders, wiping them out.” I suggested to the other chiefs. It became deathly quiet, as they all studied me.
“Who would lead this group?” One of the older chiefs asked. I looked back at him and just shrugged my shoulders. After all I was the youngest chief at this meeting.
There was some major discussion about my idea, it seems that this has been talked about before, and no real conclusion ever came out of those discussions. They could never find anyone who would lead this group.
Finally after much discussion and finger pointing, “what about you?” The head of the chief council asked me.
“I would have to have full control, no interfering or meddling by other chiefs or older warriors.” I replied back to them.
They all nodded their heads in agreement. After further discussion, it was decided that every tribe was to contribute 10 hunters, and two camp workers. Wives would be allowed to go with their husband, but no children. They would be expected to help as camp workers. Finally all the major details seemed to be worked out. We broke the meeting and headed back to our respective camps.
When I got back to our camp, I called a meeting for all to attend and listen. I explained what was discussed at the chiefs meeting. A group of hunters would go north in search of the raiders, and the rest of the tribes will wait here for our return. All the hunters volunteered to join this group. I picked out ten hunters to go with me, and left my step brother in charge till I returned. A couple of the wives volunteered to go as camp workers.
After a couple of weeks of practicing with our weapons, the group was ready to head north. I had 100 warriors, and another 20 camp workers. I did not realize what a major job it would be to feed everyone. I divided the warriors in groups of 20 to practice as a unit. There was a chief in charge of each group.
One of the camp worker’s name is Raven. She is the daughter of Lone Wolf. He is the head of the chief’s council. She had been married once, but her husband was killed by some raiders, in an attack on their tribe. We seem to hit it off good right away. She is very pretty, with brown hair and eyes, and she seems to be built better than most women in her tribe. She never had any children from her first marriage, and I had one boy from my first marriage. There are different laws in regards to couples who get married the first time, to those on doing a second marriage.
Late one night she came to my tent. She slipped off her clothing and crawled under the fur skin blanket with me. We kissed for a bit and I groped her breast and pinched her nipples. She was squirming around in arousal.
“It has been a long time for me, please stop fooling around, and just stick your thing in me.” She cooed at me softly.
I moved to the back of her and she raised her ass up to me. I shoved my cock deep inside of her soaking wet pussy. She was tight, and let out a sharp holler as I slammed my cock back and forth deep inside of her pussy.
“OH Yes that feels sooooo good!” She yelped as I continued to fuck her furiously.
I could feel her juices start to drip down my shaft, as I pounded away at her. Soon I got that good feeling in my cock, and I shot load after load of my cum inside of her pussy.
“I hope you make it a boy.” She said to me.
“Is this your right time of the month?” I asked her, and she just nodded her head yes.
After that night we were pretty much a couple, and nobody thought any differently of it. She spent her free time with me in our tent. She was considered my wife, even though there was no formal ceremony, to bind us together.
The march north went smoother than I anticipated. We made really good time and could see the mountains in the distance get closer. I had scouting parties head out East, West, and North, to keep watch for any raiders. They did come across a few tribes that never made it to the Great Meeting Place. They had been wiped out by the raiders.
After a three-week march, we made camp in a clearing surrounded by a small forest. I lead a band of 10 warriors into the mountains, to see if we could locate the raider’s hideout. We hid as a small band of raiders went by us, heading into the mountains. We followed at a discrete pace, as not to be seen. The path leads through a pass, and into a large valley. The raiders’ hideout was in this valley.
I sent a couple of warriors back to the main camp, to inform them of our discovery, and wait till I returned. The rest of us moved off the path and found some nice hiding places, where we can observe the raiders in the valley below. I guess there to be between a 100 and 125 raiders in the valley. What we were not sure of, was how many were out in raiding parties.
They had numerous different tribe women as sex slaves, and camp workers. I did not see a single tribe man in the captives they had. There were some children, mostly small and new born. We watched them for a few hours. I noticed that the raiders did nothing but lay around resting, and eating. Some were fucking the sex slave’s.
I signaled the rest of the warriors that it was time to go. All the time we were watching them, I never saw a group come or go. We left the same way we got in there, and we headed back to our camp. We scouted the area to get the lay of the land, as a plan was beginning to form in my head.
There are seven of us that were at the commander’s meeting that I had called. One chief to lead each of the four units of men, the fifth unit was mine to lead, and two chiefs that assisted me with planning, and carrying out orders. I laid my plan out. I was going to send two units (40 men) to the East side of our position, and on the opposite side of the path from us that up went into the mountains. There were some small woods for them to hide in. They were to wait and attack any raiding parties that either went into or came out of the mountain hideout. We would do the same thing on the West side of the path. Hopefully this would lure out the main body of raiders, when they realized that they were losing men.
We did not have to wait to long and the first group of came in our direction. There were 12 men in that raiding party, and we took them out real fast. We dragged the bodies over to a pit and tossed them in, getting rid of the evidence. On the other side they caught a group of 10 raiders on a return trip. After disposing of the raiders in rapid fashion, they brought the supplies, and the captive women over to our camp. We had more space here to take care of them.
I sent three men back up into the mountain to spy on the raiders. I wanted to keep tabs on them and be ready, in case they planned to attack in force. We used different color deer tails as signals. A white tail means all clear, and a black tail(one dipped in tar) means trouble. We had plenty of tails all divided up with the commanders. My three spies had a set of tails also.
I am not sure what happen, but one of our spies was waving a black tail for trouble. I did not see the other two. The one with the signal got about half way to us before he toppled over with an arrow in his back.
Suddenly the raiders boiled out of the mountain in full force. They were racing toward our position. They must figure they could over run us. I had the units form up into battle units. The first unit would fire their arrows and move back to let the next unit fire, and so forth. On the other side they were sneaking around to the backside of the raiders to cut off any type of retreat.
My plan was coming together better than I hoped for. When the raiders got into range, the first group fired their arrows. By the time the third unit fired, the raiders had stopped their rush. On their backside my other division was firing their arrows, and we had the raiders pinned between us. When we ran out of arrows, the fighting was hand to hand. We had an enormous advantage, after the huge loss the raiders suffered from our bow attacks. We made short work of the remaining raiders.
We had wiped out about 100 raiders, and our losses were 25 warriors either killed or gravely injured. I lead a group of thirty warriors back up the mountain, while the rest were busy stripping the raiders of anything of value. There were about 20 raiders left in the camp. We finished them off in rapid succession. We stripped the camp of anything of value, and had the camp women follows us out. As we left, we destroyed the raider camp.
The march back to the meeting grounds went rather slowly with the injured, and the women and children with us. It took us four weeks to make it back, with a couple of the injured dying on the trip home. Once we got back, the tribes were glad to see us back as victors. There was a big celebration party a couple days later. Also, Raven and I were formally married. She is now pregnant with my child.
A short time later my tribe left the great meeting grounds, and headed back to our home campsite. I am sure that both my dad and brother would have been proud of me for taking revenge on the raiders, for what they had done to our tribe in the past.

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