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Heaven

I spend the night in heaven with a Big Beautiful Woman and it changes my life forever.

True Story

Fat, flat and sexy

I revisited a theater I often hit while on business trips, had a great time with a chubby, flat plain Jane type she was amazing.

Fantasy

Mr. Wong’s Curios: Dragon’s Eye Amulet (Fixed)

“Khaheh!?” The dust in the back room was so thick, it was choking. I found the box of stuff Mrs. Wong had asked me to get and brought it out to the front desk. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice creaked out, sounding uncannily like the rusty hinges on the doors of her shop. I work at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. It’s an old store that the late Mr. Wong set up in the seventies- I think. When he died a few years back, his widow, Mrs. Wong, took up running the store. I think it helped her deal with her grief, gave her something to do. When I needed a job over the summer, I noticed this store and even though it didn’t have a “Hiring” sign, I asked Mrs. Wong if they had any jobs available. To my surprise, she hired me as an assistant. I helped stock inventory, dust, and run the cash register. Some evenings I even closed the store. But I had never opened, until now. Mrs. Wong was visiting her family in China and she was leaving me in charge of the store for three weeks.
I glanced at the grandfather clock behind us, it was nearly nine in the morning. “Mrs. Wong, you need to go! You’ll be late for your flight.” I said, looking at the hunched over, frail looking old woman as she busied herself behind the front desk.
“Okay, okay. Such good boy, watching out for old lady.” Before leaving, she asked for the fifth time if I had the keys, knew how to run everything, and would make sure to be on time every morning. For the fifth time, I told her I did and I would. “Okay, okay. You know I not have extra money to pay you.” I smiled at her as she looked slightly embarrassed.
“I told you, it’s okay, it’s not hard and you pay me plenty as is.” Mrs. Wong nodded, then reached in the box I had carried out for her.
“This for you. It very old but I think you find like it.” She had a necklace in her hands. It was an old, leathery string, wine red. On it was a small black ring, with a golden slit running through it. “This Dragon?s Eye amulet.” She said, holding the necklace out.
“Thank you, but you don’t need to do this.” I replied. She insisted and I reluctantly accepted the gift. Then I gave Mrs. Wong a quick hug, since she wasn’t very fond of them, and she headed for the door. I slipped the necklace on as she stepped out. “Have fun!?” She called. I smiled. She must have been excited, I had never heard Mrs. Wong be that loud before. The rest of the day went pretty quickly. A few customers came by, no one too troublesome, and for once I got to listen to the radio stations I liked. The store closed at six usually but around five thirty, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, c-can you pick me up? Jake just… he just broke up with me.” It was my sister, she sounded upset. That wasn’t unusual for her but this sounded serious.
“Where are you?”
“Spring Park- by the swings.”
“Okay, stay where you are. I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Wong wouldn’t have minded me locking up early, especially under the circumstances. I emptied the cash register, placed the money in the safe under the old hour glass I liked, and locked all the doors. Then I got in my truck, an old Ford Ranger, and drove to Spring Park. I found my sister by the swings, like she’d said. “Hey, Amanda. You okay?”
“Sure.” The words sounded devoid of energy, listless. Somehow, I could sense that she wasn’t sad- just angry.
“What’s got you so mad?” I asked, sitting down in a swing. She took the swing next to me and looked into my eyes with her big, brown ones.
“It’s goddamn Jake. He just breaks up with me again and again and I just go back to him every time. He lies to me or sleeps with some skank and I just pretend like it didn’t even happen.”
“Amanda, everyone in the family’s told you what a jerk he is. I know this is harsh, but maybe the person you’re angry at is you. Why do you let him treat you like that?” Her face fell, she just looked down at the sand beneath her feet.
“I guess, I just don’t think I’ll find anyone else. When he’s good, he’s pretty good. I haven’t dated anyone else in a long time. I worry I won’t find anybody else. Plus, I think it’s my fault since I won’t let him- um, you know.”
“Sleep with you?” I finished, uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” Amanda looked back down at the sand. She seemed insecure, something in her posture just told me. I caught her glancing at her chest, then at her lap, lastly, she crossed her legs, as though hiding something she were ashamed of. That was it! She was feeling unattractive, ugly.
“Sis-” I brought my fingers under her chin, raising her head to look at me. “You don’t need to worry about him. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, and you’ll find a guy who’ll treat you right.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” She glanced at me with, what, curiosity?
“You’ve never been on a good date before? Like dinner and a movie and a kiss goodnight?” I asked dubiously.
“Not without the guy making a pass or, you know, glomping my muffins.” She smirked.
“Agh! You couldn’t have phrased that any differently?” I exclaimed, making a face. Amanda laughed, then I did too. “Tell you what, I’ll just show you. I’ll take you on a good date, then you’ll know.” I smiled at her.
“What? You’re my brother! That’s too weird!” She was fibbing, I could see she was excited. I called the house. I told our Mom that Jake had broken up with Amanda and I was going to take her out, get her mind off of things. She told me that was just like me, being sweet or whatever, and to be home by ten thirty. I told her we would.
“Follow me, Mademoiselle.” I said, taking my sister by the hand and helping her up. She giggled and I led the way back to my truck. I threw some junk out of the passenger seat and got the door for her. Then I got in, started the engine, and drove. I already knew exactly where our destination would be.
“Where are we going?” Amanda asked, pushing my shoulder playfully.
“Duh- surprise.” I responded, rolling my eyes at her. I got another push on the shoulder for that and had to check my direction to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic. Soon, we were at the best restaurant in the city.
“Oh my God, La Calombe! Wait, no! It’s too expensive! You can’t!? Amanda tried to protest but I could still see the excitement etched in every line of her body. I got out of the truck and got the door for her. “I’m not dressed nice enough! I look horrible.” My sister ran her hands along a tress of her hair, something she only does when she’s nervous. I helped her out and shut the door behind her, locking the truck with the push of a button.
“Amanda,” I said, resting my hand on her cheek. “You look beautiful. You deserve this. Now come on, I want some of those thin, little breadsticks.” I took my sister by the hand and led her to the door. A doorman let us in. I asked the maitre de’ for as nice a table as he had available, and gave him twenty dollars. I realized afterwards that that was probably the silliest, cheapest attempt at a bribe he’d ever received, but he seemed to understand the situation and brought us to a table at the center of the restaurant, directly beneath their massive, crystal chandelier.
Dinner was delicious, even if I couldn’t identify every dish we had. The string quartet sounded beautiful and Amanda and I were able to have one of the best conversations I’d ever had with my sister. She told me about how college entrance exams were worrying her, about how she didn’t want to be like everyone at school but didn’t want to be left out either, and how she would’ve rather been an artist than a journalist, but art majors didn’t make any money making actual art. Throughout every moment, Amanda was smiling and the crystal chandelier lit up her eyes with a thousand starry points.
When we left, I checked my phone, it said it was only eight twenty. “We still have two more hours. But, if you want, I can take us home.” I was only playing, I knew she’d never agree to go home, but I needed to show her what a considerate, good guy would do.
“No! I don’t want to go home yet. I want to stay with you. This has been the best night I’ve had in- well, a long time.”
“Alright, I know what we can do.” We weren’t far from Lake Brinnegan. I knew a spot by the shore that would look great on a clear night like the one we had. I opened the door for Amanda and helped her in. As I leaned forward to make sure she was in all the way, I was surprised. I felt something warm and soft and wet on my cheek. Then it was gone. My fingers went to my cheek and my eyes to my sister. She’d kissed me.
“That’s your reward for dinner.” She smiled and after I recovered, I shut the door for her. It had been really expensive but I didn’t care, every dollar was well spent. I got in the truck and started the engine. We drove to the Lake in silence. Amanda knew the way, so it wasn’t a surprise, and I was too in shock over the kiss to pay attention to anything but the road. Amanda had never been the type of sister who kissed you, not even as a little kid. I was always a “yuck-o boy.” The kiss she’d given me had been quick, but not a peck. It had lingered for a moment. Did that mean anything? And more importantly, why did it matter to me? Nervous, I couldn’t even look at Amanda.
By the time we got to Lake Brinnegan, and pulled up to the shore in reverse, I had recovered mostly. I grabbed a slightly musty blanket from behind the passenger seat and we hopped out of the car. Amanda was already in the bed of the truck by the time I shut my door, there was no way I could?ve gotten to it in time to get it for her. I hopped up as well and spread out the blanket. The stars were all out and the moon was a silvery curve above the trees. I had chosen a spot for from the houses that dotted the lake, so we could see the sky perfectly and its flawless reflection on the water.
We laid down and looked up the stars. I clasped my hands behind my head and splayed my elbows out, relaxing at best as I was able. I wished I had kept pillows but that might have sent the wrong message to people who saw them. “Oh well.” I sighed, out loud by mistake.
“What?” Amanda asked as she wriggled around on the blanket, trying to get comfortable. I figured that now was as good a time as any to act out the cliche of naming stars.
“Do you see that star up there?” I asked, unclasping the hand furthest from her and pointing upwards.
“That bright one?” She asked.
“Yep, that’s Aurora Borealis.” I said. Amanda laughed out loud, losing it for nearly half a minute.
“That’s the North Star you bone head!” She snickered and laid down again, resting her head on my clasped arm. She snuggled up to me. I didn’t like it that it made me a little aroused. I wasn’t a total rookie but I hadn’t had many attractive girls “snuggle” with me. I managed to stay cool.
“You cold?” I asked nonchalantly.
“No.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her head turn towards me. I turned to look at her. Our eyes met, each staring deep into the other. She was so beautiful and now she felt beautiful. I could see it in her slightly blushing cheeks, the corners of her lips, and especially in her gorgeous brown eyes. Yet there was more than that, something else, what was it? I felt her breath on my face. I leaned towards Amanda. What was I doing? She tilted her head as she came to me. Our eyes closed. What was it? Contact.
I felt her lips on mine. They were soft and warm, like pillows after a good night’s rest. I gently pressed my own against them. I felt her sigh, felt her warmth breath exhaling. Every inch of my body tingled. I felt my head spinning and I only wanted more. I reached my free arm around and ran my hand through her hair, letting the silky threads cascade through my fingers. We moaned together softly. That snapped me back to reality. I broke the kiss off.
“Amanda, we can?t do this.” I said, as forcefully as I could. My breath was gone. I could still feel her on my lips.
“Why?!” She cried out. Every fiber of her body screamed distress, panic.
“You’re my sister. This isn’t right, hell, it isn’t legal.”
“Tell me you care about that.” She said forcefully, her face coming so close to mine again. I could just- No! I turned aside, looking at the trees.
“I care about you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want you thinking this is how all guys act.”
“That they’re sweet to me? That they listen to what I say and treat me right? That they act like they love me? I shouldn’t think that?! Right, of course, I should’ve known!” Amanda moved to hop out of the truck bed. I moved faster than I knew I could, catching her just above the elbow.
“Don’t go.” I whispered. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t take it.
“Why shouldn’t I? You just said you didn’t care.” Amanda spat back. She was trying to hide her pain behind anger. The pain was from shame. I thought it was from kissing me, her brother, but it wasn’t. Somehow, I could sense that she felt empty again, worthless. It was etched in the glint of the moon on her irises.
“I do care.” I said softly.
“Sure, yeah, I’m your sister and all that. You want me to be happy and you love me and all that.”
“Amanda!” I yelled, surprising even me. I pulled her towards me and moved to her. As she spun, I placed my other hand on her waist and caught her, pulling her against me. Her eyes were wide with surprise, uncertainty, and hope. Hope most of all. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers, all the while thanking God that I didn’t miss.
This kiss was different from the first one- there was passion. There was fire in the kiss. Our lips melded together and our moans echoed their movement. She pulled lightly on my upper lip and I pressed her against me, no longer caring that a certain part of my body had swollen rapidly. She released my lips and I immediately pressed against her, pushing her down onto the blanket. I rested my hands on either side of her and she slipped her fingers through my hair, pulling me down against her. I felt Amanda?s lips relax and I pushed my tongue between them. My sister’s moan only excited me more and I pressed further, finding her tongue and inviting it to dance with a flick of my own. We wrestled and twisted our tongues together, moaning louder and louder with each movement. Finally, we broke apart for air and I looked down at my sister, at Amanda.
She was breathing heavily, excited and aroused. She smiled at me and indicated for me to come closer with curling of her index finger. I leaned in and she placed her lips beside my ear, just grazing it in the most excruciating way. “I want to tell you something but it’s a secret. I’ll only tell you if you make me a promise. You have to swear to do something for me.”
“Anything you want, Amanda. I promise.” Perhaps I should have given the request more thought but I was so excited, so utterly out of my mind, that I would have said yes to anything she wanted.
“Okay, do you want to hear the secret now?” She pulled back and looked at me, her face taking on a serious expression. She was feeling something raw, something that she considered absolutely vital to her identity. I nodded gravely. She moved forward, just slightly, and looked deep into my eyes. “I love you.” I smiled and she followed my lead. I leaned down and with abandon kissed her again. I was surprised when she drove her tongue past my lips and deep into me. I moaned and brushed my hands down her sides as I rested on my knees. Amanda let out a long, throaty sigh and, grabbing my by the neck, pulled me on top of her and off my knees.
Our lips met again but I quickly broke away and found the nape of her neck. I flicked my tongue against her milky, flawless skin and elicited a noise from my sister. I repeated the action again and again, running my mouth up and down her neck, until my sister had dug her nails deep into my jeans and was grinding her hips against my member as hard as she could.
“Y-your promise!” Amanda choked out between moans.
“Mhmmm.” I murmured as I sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“AHH, y-you, I mean, AAH! I want you to do something NOW!” She cried out at the end as I flicked my tongue against the spot I had trapped between my lips. I grudgingly let go and looked at Amanda again.
“Anything you want.” She turned to face me, the same look of seriousness on her face once more. She pressed her hand against my chest, then slid it down, lower and lower, till she clutched my erect member. Amanda smiled again and her eyes took on the sexiest look I had ever seen.
“Make love to me.” She crooned and squeezed me. I grunted, it felt so good. I was done arguing but I wanted to make certain that it was what Amanda really wanted.
“You haven’t done this before, right? I mean, you’re a virgin?” She nodded, slightly bashful. “And you want me to be your-” Amanda cut me off with a kiss. I sighed and leaned into it. She began to rub up and down on me. I shuddered and allowed her to continue. I brought my hands to the edge of her shirt and, after a nod from Amanda, lifted it up. She arched her back for me, allowing me to raise it all the way to below her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts, enclosed within a pink, pushup bra. I felt myself shaking as I reached towards her chest for the first time. Amanda lay back, allowing me total access to her body. I slipped her right cup down, then held her breast. It was so soft, but firm and it filled my hand completely. I pinched her nipple and Amanda moaned for me while I slipped her other bra cup down. Soon, I was squeezing and twisting her areolas until Amanda was almost screaming. Wanting to drive her over the edge, I placed a knee between her legs, forcing her to grind against me. Next, I bent my lips down to her right breast and took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue against the tip.
“AHHH! God, YES!” She screamed. I sucked harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore. My tongue thrashed around, caressing every part of the breast. Once I felt her nipple completely stiffen, I switched. I repeated the process on her left breast and all the while, I felt the warmth of my sister frantically grinding against my knee. At last, I switched back to her right breast and took as much of it as I could into my mouth, all at once. I flicked my tongue against her again and again, squeezing her other nipple with my left hand, and lastly, I reached between her legs with my right and rubbed my finger tips against her at a blinding speed.
“AH, DON?T STOP!” Amanda yelled. I sucked down, squeezed and rubbed as hard as I could, all at once. She was so close, then she tipped over the edge. “I’m CUMMING!!!” She screamed. Her back arched off the truck bed, and she held my head to her chest as her body convulsed and shook for nearly thirty seconds. As the orgasm passed, she fell against the blanket, exhausted. I lay down with her, and took her in my arms. She was glistening with sweat.
“That was- that was… oh my god, thank you so much. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Did Leah teach you how to do that?” Leah was my ex-girlfriend. I shook my head, I’d actually kind of just known how. That, and porn was quite an education if one looked in the right places. “I love you.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you too, Amanda.” I whispered back. I felt a hand rubbing at my crotch. “What are you doing?” I smiled at my mischievous sibling.
“I have to return the favor don’t I? Just, don’t be too disappointed if I’m not as good as you.”
“You’ll do great.” I smiled and lay down. Amanda undid my jeans and slid her fingers beneath the waist band. I lifted my hips and she slid the pants off, with a little wriggling and the removal of my shoes. Next, she yanked my boxers down impatiently, exposing my throbbing dick.
“Wow, it’s big.” She said, slightly awestruck.
“It’s not that big.” I smiled. I was a little above average but nothing freakish.
“It’s bigger than Jake’s.” Amanda added with a frown. Then she leaned down and licked up along my shaft. I grunted loudly, it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my sister. “Mm, tastes better too.” She smiled. She rubbed her hands together quickly, and breathed on them, to warm them up. The she slid her fingers around my shaft, one by one, and pulled my cock up. I moaned at her touch. “Now, tell me what you want me to do.” She grinned down at me.
“You do whatever you’re comfortable with.” I smiled back at her.
:Nope! If you want me to do something, you tell me exactly what it is- and don’t hold back.”
“Amanda, I can’t-”
“Do it! You earned it and I know you want to or-” Amanda pursed her lips just above my head and let a small thread of drool fall onto it, like syrup. “Do you not want to see your sister swallow?” That pushed me over the edge.
“Amanda, suck my cock.” Amanda bent down and kissed my head, then moved up and down the shaft, licking every inch of my dick. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could and pressed them against my tip. Slowly, she pushed down harder and harder, it felt so tight, so incredible. I was amazed I hadn’t come yet. As the pressure became almost uncomfortable, I lost control and my hips bucked, thrusting my dick deep into sister’s mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise but we were both moaning at the sensation.
Amanda paused, unmoving. I took the unspoken hint.
“Suck it, Amanda. Bob up and down on your brother’s big cock.” She obeyed immediately. I watched her lips travel all the way up to the base of my head and then back down to an inch from the bottom of my shaft, as far as she could go. She lifted her lips and then took my cock again, going faster and faster each time, then wrapping her hand around the bottom of my shaft. She began pumping as her lips sucked down on me and her tongue coiled around my shaft like a snake. It was so good, I began pumping with her head, thrusting my dick deeper into my sister’s mouth with each dip. When I felt her start to moan, I knew I was close to cumming.
“A- Amanda, I’m close to- AH!” I moaned as my sister dove all the way to nearly the base of my dick. Just then, my phone started ringing. I managed to fish it out of my pocket but before I could answer, Amanda snatched it out of my hand and threw it to the far corner of the truck bed. “Amanda, it’s Mom-AH- AHH!” She bobbed her head up and down again and again, her nose brushing against my crotch each time. She cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them.
“FUCK, AMANDA! YES!” At the verbal excitement, Amanda decided it was time to make me come. She squeezed my balls, pumped up and down on my shaft with her other hand and sucked hard with her mouth, as far down as she could be. “I’m CUMMING!!” I screamed to my sister as I felt my orgasm erupting. Each rope of cum shot out like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hands were clenched in my sister?s hair and my vision swam. I fired cum deep into my sister’s mouth again and again. Nine, ten, and the shots just kept coming. By fifteen, they had died down slightly. I was done by the seventeenth. I collapsed against the truck bed, only barely noticing the ping of the voicemail alert.
I looked up and saw my sister with her cheeks full, looking down at me.
“You don’t have to-” I began but before I could finish, my sister had tilted her head back and swallowed my entire load. She showed me her empty mouth with pride and I took her in my arms.
“Was that good?” She asked.
“The best orgasm of my life.” I said awestruck, echoing what she’d said. Smiling, Amanda laid down beside me and for a minute we just held each other. Her eyes were so beautiful. I saw nothing but happiness in them. She was content, full of love, and with the desire to love. She was perfect. We were perfect. After a few minutes, I grabbed the phone, which was just within arm’s reach.
“Crap!” I exclaimed.
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she kissed a trail down my neck.
“It’s nearly midnight!” I listened to the voice mail from Mom. She was not happy. She sounded upset and asked where we were, why we hadn’t come back, and to call or come home as soon as I got the message. I called her back and said that I had been helping Amanda feel better, which was true, had lost track of time, which was also true, and that it was completely my fault, which Amanda frowned at but which I felt was true. Mom was still angry when we hung up, but I had defused the situation for the most part. I kissed Amanda softly.
“Sorry, we’ll have to finish this another night. If you want to…”
“Of course I do.” Amanda said, then pressed her lips against mine.
“Same here.” I whispered, then we dressed, got in the truck, and drove home.

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Fantasm

I Never Saw It Coming-Pt. 1

This is a fictional story of incest. I do NOT promote incest. If incest is a subject that offends you in any way, do not this story. Constructive Comments/Critisism only Please!

Fiction

Love in the Last Frontier, Part 3

We traveled down to the end of the peninsula to the fishing town of Homer where we experienced a wonderful fish and chips lunch made from the fresh caught Halibut that came in that day from the fishing boats. Now I’ve had lots of fish and chips from all over the world but I can honestly say that none can compare to the delicious meal that I had that day at Captain Patty’s down on the spit. It was superb in its portions, taste and texture and although it wasn’t cheap, it was the most wonderful meal of its kind that I have ever had.
The views of the inlet were amazing with the volcanoes so close that you felt that you could almost reach out and touch them. The sun reflected off the salty water and made it seem almost tropical in its temperature. We stayed there for most of the afternoon, walking along the shops on the spit and taking photos of the surroundings but by 5:30 or so, we decided to head back towards Kenai and take the time to rest up a little from all of the lack of sleep we had endured the last couple of nights.
I allowed Chloe to demonstrate her domestic skills by fixing us a fine dinner and after a walk around the area, we decided to settle in for the evening and get ready for bed. Chloe walked out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas as my eyes fixated upon her luscious bodily attributes. There was nothing distinctive in what she was wearing; just your typical pair of long pajama bottoms and a tee shirt style top, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slyly walked over to where I was still sitting.
She noticed my look and asked, “What are you looking at?” and blushed.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” I said looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes.
She blushed again and broke off her gaze to look down into her lap. I reached out with my fingers and gently touched her chin. I raised her head up to look into my eyes and told her, “Chloe, you really are beautiful you know and I am a lucky fellow just to be seen with you, much less, spending the night with you. I just wanted to tell you that and to say that I hope you are having as good of time as I am.”
She looked down again as she said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time up here and I want to thank you for inviting me along. I know that you didn’t have to.”
I continued to appraise this lovely young woman that I had rescued from her mother’s boyfriend a couple of weeks back and had asked to come up here on this scooting trip to Alaska. I knew of her skills in photography so I also knew that she could be of great help working as my assistant for the commission that I had accepted. But I really hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful.
Chloe was a short little thing, being no more than 5’ a couple of inches and tipping the scales at around 100 or 105. Her long blond hair had a natural wave in it that curled up just a little as it cascaded down to her slim little shoulders and framed nicely her delicate facial features. Her perfectly shaped body curved out at her breast line just enough to tell the observer that her breasts were soft yet firm and nicely sized to fit her petite body. She was thin through her waistline but her hips flared out just enough to frame her nice athletically shaped rear end. Her legs, when you could see them, were equally athletic, showing one the trimness and muscles of a runner yet the delicateness of a model. All in all, she was not bad to look at.
I could tell instantly that she was not wearing a bra under her pajamas by the slight sway of her breasts as she walked and the pointy ends of them protruding through her shirt. As she sat down beside me on the love seat, she turned to face me and drew up her legs and crossed them Indian style. Her bottoms were plenty loose fitting as they bagged in the crotch but I silently hoped that before the night was over, I would know if she was wearing anything under them.
She leaned over to unbutton my shirt as she shyly stated, “Let me help you take your shirt off.”
I sat back and allowed her nimble fingers to work their magic and before long she was pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and tossing it aside. Then she reached for my belt and attempted to unbuckle it, but because I was sitting, she just couldn’t undo the silly thing. I grinned and stood up before her as she scooted around to face me where I stood. She not only unbuckled my belt but unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly and had them down to my knees before I knew what happened. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a very seductive smile and then lowered her gaze and proceeded to remove my boxers down to join my jeans at the floor. My cock started to swell and increase in size as she helped me step out of my clothes. I stood back up totally naked right in front of my seated lover as her hand went out and gently cradled my cock as she again looked up into my eyes.
It had now grown into an erect pole and as she opened her mouth up wide and stuck out her tongue, she turned my cock up to lick the full length of its under side. The look in her eyes told me that she was loving this attention she was giving me and she wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. She smiled at me when she had reached the end and then moved it to one side and applied her tongue again to the full length of it, finally flicking the tip with her tongue. She repeated the process on the other side and then on the top, licking the whole length and settling on the tip. Finally she looked again into my eyes and then down at my now rock hard cock, opened her mouth wide and put it in between her lips as far as it would go.
When it reached the back of her tongue, she closed her lips, sucked down hard on it and drug her lips the entire way out, sucking in on her cheeks as it went. I almost died as my knees started to buckle. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the head for awhile before she opened up again and this time took just the head into her mouth and licked and sucked the very life out of it. I touched her on the shoulder and said, “Oh Chloe, I’ve got to sit back down before you suck the living daylights out of me.” She scooted off the loveseat to the floor as she allowed me to sit in the very spot where she had just sat. I scooted my rear to the very edge of the seat and then lay back down so my neck was the only part of me touching the back.
She had full access to my open crotch as her hand began to stroke my flag pole and her lips covered my head. She was devouring my cock-head with her mouth and was pumping my shaft with her right hand but her left hand was busy fondling my balls. With her gentle caress, she fondled them tenderly while taking my cock down into her oral cavity and drawing it out through her puckered lips. She took a second to wet her finger with her saliva and then placed it back down between my legs as she sought out my anus. When she found it, she circled around it a few times and then penetrated the opening and pushed it up to touch my prostate. I went wild with excitement when she touched and massaged the tender love gland in my rectum.
I suddenly felt that urge start to brew deep down in my loins and I knew that my time was about up, so I tried to sit back up to let my darling know that I was about to spew, but she would have none of it. She pushed me back down and redoubled her efforts with her mouth, taking it all the way back against her throat and out through her sucking lips and tongue. Her actions only intensified my need to explode so in only a couple more pumps of her mouth, it started to twitch and jerk and then it exploded deep within her mouth and down her throat.
I shot and shot some more; rope after rope of my hot, sticky fluids down my lovers throat. The feeling of it erupting only made her suck even harder on it as she continued to massage my prostate. I had almost blocked her manual insertion up my rectum when I found myself shooting my load and my legs were sticking out as straight as a board.
“Oh my God!” I kept yelling, begging for her to continue sucking on my spewing cock. “Oh my God Chloe, swallow my cum down your throat! Oh my God!” I kept up my spewing for a long time before it started to subside, but that didn’t mean that I had lost all desire to satisfy the one who caused the spewing. I managed to sit all the way up this time as she removed her cum filled mouth from my deflating cock. I hooked my hands under her arms and forced her to her feet. I grabbed her pajama bottom with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles exposing her bare pussy patch that was leaking out its hole from all of the excitement.
“Chris, I wanted this to be just for you,” Chloe pleaded. “Please can it be just about what you want?”
“I want you!” I said in reply. “I want to taste you! I want to ram it in your pussy! I want to cum all over you!”
She was silent as I took her to her back and ripped the bottoms off of her feet. I fell down between her legs and reached up with my lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own juices still in her mouth and the thought of where it came made me want to kiss her all the more. I opened my mouth and poked my tongue into hers as far and as hard as I could. The more I tasted and more that I wanted. I was crazed with lust and I was about to fulfill my lustful desires.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them high over her head. I forcefully spread them apart as wide as I could and looked down into her full waiting junction. I could plainly see her two puffy lips tightly lying against each other under the protecting cover of pubic hair and below, her puckered little rose bud. The sight of this made my mind go back to my own anal experience and my desire seemed to explode. I threw my tongue down upon it, trying to penetrate the opening with the pointy end but the sphincter was too strong to allow any entrance by my tongue. But I did manage to apply enough saliva to it that I thought something else could enter.
My mind was crazed with lust and was not working right so I aimed my cock right its entrance and was so tempted to plunge it forward. But only for her pleading cry not to enter her there kept it safe from my enraged cock. Instead I plunged it into her other hole and as it went all the way, the air escaped from her lungs in an unworldly grunt. My hands were under her top and roughly squeezing her breasts as I pulled it out and rammed it back with all the force that I could muster. I repeated my assault on this beauty over and over without any letup for minutes. I was out of juices but my cock remained rock hard with desire.
She was building very rapidly as I continued to saw into her vaginal opening. I was ramming it into her tender wanting pussy with avenges, not letting up for anything. I was on my tip toes laying against her spread out legs, making contact with just her pussy and my cock sliding in and out of her. It was going in the full length and hitting her cervix with every stroke and as it neared she started to scream with expectations.
“Oh my god,” she kept repeating over and over. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” she finally yelled at the top of her lungs, spewing her feminine juices all over the place. She was thrashing around, begging me to quit but I kept up my assault. I was starting to feel my release building again and I didn’t want it to end quite yet. But her cries became demands as she squirmed out from under me and I had to pull out. I began to jerk myself off because I was so close and then I erupted into a splashing gush of flying semen because I had no sperm left to ejaculate.
I pointed my cock right at my lover and let it fly. I spewed it all over her from her face to her crotch, splashing my fluids repeatedly between her legs, up her stomach, on her pajama top and on her face and mouth. I was crying out loud as I spewed, trying to extract all of the pent up emotions that had been build deep within my very fiber. And as I sent my last squirt oozing out of my hole, I collapsed my body down on my tiny little lover to pass into another world of exhaustion.
I awoke about two hours later all alone of the loveseat. I was stiff and a little sore from scrunching up on the tiny seat so I walked into the bedroom to stretch out and cuddle with Chloe. As I slid in next to her, I felt her bare little butt and placed my deflated cock right next to it. She cooed a little but I could tell by her rhythmic breathing that she was fast asleep. I slightly whispered into her ear, “I think I’m beginning to fall for you Chloe and I don’t know what to do.” She didn’t answer me out right but made a pleasant noise and scooted back into my caress. I went right back to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams in the world.
The next day we visited the town of Seward and checked on a “must see” voyage on a chartered boat to the Kenai Fiord National Park. Neal has more or less insisted that we hit that spot if not this trip, then definitely the next one. It boasts the most wondrous sights in all of the Kenai and I really wanted to take the ride but we couldn’t make the arrangements for now so I arranged a tour for our next visit.
We looked around the quaint little town for most of the afternoon but finally headed back towards Anchorage just in time to miss the afternoon traffic of the big city. To make sure that we didn’t get there until after the rush hour, we took a detour up the Hope to explore that old fishing village and on the view the Portage glacier near the tiny town of Whittier. After stopping at the two destinations to take a few photos, we traveled around Turnabout Arm of the Cook’s Inlet to our stop in Anchorage for the night. I wanted to check in with Neal and to see if he had any other suggestion for us before heading out towards Fairbanks and I caught him just as he was heading home for the night. He suggested that we meet him for dinner right after we got checked into a campsite for the evening so at around 8 that evening, we met up at his favorite restaurant.
Chloe wanted an excuse to dress up so I put on my slacks, a button shirt and real, honest to God dress shoes and socks. Chloe got dressed in the summer dress that I insisted that she buy back in Minnesota and when she walked out in it, I almost couldn’t breathe she looked so fine. It was a simple dress made from silk or rayon or some other clinging type fabric that was cut in the front in a square cut that was not revealing in the slightest. But under that loosely cut bodice that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps was the two most wonderful things that I could ever imagine. She couldn’t wear a bra because of the thin little straps that held up the top and the arms were cut too low to hide a strapless bra from view. So, that left the best thing in the world for me anyway, a bra less dress that clung to the wearer’s breasts and that wearer just happened to be my Chloe.
We were sitting at the restaurant when Neal made his appearance and as he approached us, his eyes went directly to Chloe’s breast line and he stammered out his greetings. Chloe blushed a little, knowing where he was looking and I had to hide my laugh as I shock his hand and retook my seat. His eyes continued to betray his feelings as they darted back and forth between her eyes and her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind after awhile and I think she started to enjoy his attention.
But his roaming eyes started to get to me. “Hey, I’m the one who got the commission, not my assistant. Don’t you think that you should be talking to me?” I thought.
I had to ask him several times where he would recommend that we should go to get some good photos but I just couldn’t keep his attention more than a second or two. It was the longest meal that I had to endure for some time so when I got tired of all of the attention being placed on Chloe, I excused myself from the table to go to the restroom, got up and walked around to Chloe’s chair, bent down and kissed her right on the lips and said out loud to her, “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?”
She looked kind of shocked at first but answered, “No but thanks for asking Dear.”
When I got back, Neal’s entire demeanor had changed as he was sitting back in his chair speaking very casually to Chloe instead of glued to every word that she said. I got my point across to him and I only hoped that Chloe knew what I was doing.
We said our goodbyes as we walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the RV. Chloe was clinging to my arm and I didn’t know if it was for Neal’s benefit or not but she didn’t let it go until we got to the rig and I opened the door. She led the way into our little home and when I followed, she turned around and put her arms around my neck and almost laughed out loud. “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?” she said in a mocking tone.
“Well, damn it, I got tired of having that ass hole checking out your boobs all the time, I mean, hell, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring right at them,” I exclaimed in a mild rage.
“Well, I do declare, Christopher, are you a bit jealous of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelids, trying to do her best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation.
I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that were flashing her enjoyment of the situation and melted into their deep pool of laughter. I suddenly bent down, took her in my arms a pressed into the most sensuous kiss that I could muster. My hands drew her into my chest as my lips separated to accept her probing tongue, our lips melted into one other.
My hands went down to her firm little rear end and I grasped on to her cheeks with both hands. She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and then she said, “Chris, I love you so much.”
I thought for just a second and said, “Chloe, I’m starting to fall for you too and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know, but damn it, all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and…”
She looked into my eyes and said, “And what, make love to me?”
“Oh yes Chloe, make love with you over and over, all the time. I want to kiss you all over and touch you all over…God Chloe, I want you right now,” I said in an exacerbated voice. “I want you Chloe, I want you.”
She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her crotch into mine and said, “Then take me Chris. I’ve never wanted anyone else as bad as I’ve wanted you. I’m yours, forever.”
I put my arms around her waist and pressed gently on her back. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, “Well, since you are mine, I don’t have to hurry now do I. So I can take my time with loving you. I can take all the time in the world, can’t I?”
She smiled back and looked sheepishly into my eyes and then whispered softly, “Well, I don’t know about taking that long because I may need you before you need me.”
“That will never happen,” I said bending down to give her a kiss on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss but as I pressed my lips into hers, I began to kiss her with my lips open slightly and then with them opened wide. We soon were kissing passionately with open mouths and our tongues were exploring each other mouths. My hands were all over her back and soon were on her ass again, this time grabbing and fondling with my fingers.
I scooted my hands down her skirt and as I pulled up with my hands, the shirt began to rise up her ass. The hem was up to just below her panties and with my next grope, they were right on the silky material that covered her rear end. I would have gasped if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth was full of her tongue and when my hand touched her panties, she scooted her crotch right up against mine. I knew that she could feel my hardening cock as she pressed into it because she started to rub up her crotch hard into it.
I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with my two hands as I stuck my fingers inside of both of her leg holes. She squeezed her cheeks together as I ran them down between her legs as she mashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture as it started to secrete from her vagina and I wanted to touch and see just where it was coming from. But first I had to touch her all over.
I ran my hands up over her panties to the small of her back and then back down to the elastic of her waistband. I inserted just the tip of my fingers and ran them around a little before I moved them up to her back. They reached the top of her dress, and as I pulled it away from the skin on her back, I unzipped the back with my other hand that was still on the outside of the garment. It opened up to my hand on the inside and then, taking it by the two straps, I slowly and gently removed them from her soft white shoulders. I stood back a bit, allowing it to fall away, freeing her two wondrous globes from the silky material that had been covering them. It continued its fall down to her tummy and then to her hips. It stopped there for just a second and then it went all the way to the floor.
She was wearing white shear panties, the kind that were so thin that you could see everything that they were suppose to cover. Her knees were tightly placed together when her dress gathered at her ankles. My eyes were glued to the lightly colored triangle that shown through the fabric right at her junction. I must have gasped a little because her knees locked into a protective stance just before I reached out to touch her at that very place.
Now it was her time to gasp as I made contact. It was just with my finger tip but you would have thought that I touched her with a cattle prod. She jumped back and gave me a shocked little smile and then reached out with her hand and cupped my fingers right on her pussy. She separated her knees just a little and it was enough to allow me to stretch my fingers deep between her legs and settle them right at the source of her moisture.
She closed her eyes as she melted into my fingers. I moved my touch deeper into her junction as her legs began to separate even more. There was no double crotch material in her panties, so I was touching the thin, see-thru fabric that separated my touch from her hair covered labia lips and I could feel them shudder under my touch. She began to coo just a little as I pressed my finger tip between her lips to the very source of her fluids. She reached up to grab me by my shoulders as she fought for her balance, then I said to her, “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” She didn’t say a word but took me by the hand and led me into the room.
When we got there, Chloe turned and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down and started to remove my shoes and socks while I unbuttoned my shirt. I then stood up and we both removed my slacks and finally my underwear. Chloe stood up in front of me looking strangely into my eyes as she asked me, “Chris, can I ask you a question? Please don’t laugh because I really want to give you something and I want to make sure that you will take it.”
Her question caused me to raise my eyebrow as well as my curiosity so I told her that she could ask me anything. She swallowed hard and then sat down beside of me. She looked a little nervous and I wondered what was on her mind but almost afraid to ask, judging by her anxiety. She started to speak slowly, not looking up from her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Chris, you know that I love you and that I would do anything for you don’t you?” she began. I acknowledged the question with a nod but still wondering what in the world she had on her mind.
“I want to give you something, something that I can give only to one person, ever,” she continued to stare down into her lap. As she slowly looked up into my face, she continued to speak. “I can’t give my virginity because, well, you know. And besides, I’ve enjoyed sex with you so many times already. But I can give you one thing, it’s kind of like my virginity but it’s different. But if I give it to you, you have to promise to stop if it hurts me too much. I’m asking you to put it in my hole down there, you know, my butt hole.”
I was shocked and relieved all at the same time. My gosh did she know what she was saying? I almost shoved it in her tight little anus last night and I only stopped because she begging not to go there. And now she inviting me to take her anal virginity and what can I say but “Hell yes!”
“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask out of concern for my darling little lover but, all the while, I hoped that she would say yes. And when she did, I reassured her that I would be careful and I would pull out at the first sign of discomfort on her part.
She continued to sit there with her hands folded in her lap saying nothing. She was obviously nervous about what she had just aaaasked me and very anxious and unsure of how to get it going. I suddenly thought about the Vaseline that I had brought with me to apply to my lips when they are dry and ran to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I emerged a second later holding the jar nervously in my hand and gave it to her saying, “Here this might help a little.”
She took it in her hand and then looked up into my eyes with this “Now what” look in them and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned over and gave her a nice little kiss on the lips that turned into a mad passionate session of oral exploration on both of our parts. The ice was broken as our hands began to hold, press and force each other into a reclining position and then my hands found their way down to her crotch.
I began to rub her pussy lips through the thin covering of her panties and soon I was feeling her juices as they escaped down below. She was panting now with anticipation and lust and I hoped for the moment in time that was rapidly approaching when I would take my gift that she had offered me completely. I only hoped that it would be a good experience for both of us because I knew it would be for me.
I picked up her legs and pressed them down on her chest. Then I slowly started her panties down her hips and up her legs until they were off of her feet but her legs were flailing up in the air. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand down on her open crotch. I began massaging her between her legs, taking my fingers and gently rubbing along the outsides of her puffy little labia lips. I extended my reach downward until they went to the end of the lips and encircled her rose bud. She stiffened as I made contact but relaxed as I encouraged her with my soft soothing voice. Then I asked her to roll over and to stick her little butt straight up in the air.
She did what I asked and after I placed her knees far apart, I sat back to admire my work. What I saw took my breath away. It was the most erotic sight that I have ever seen. Sticking straight back at my hungry eyes was her wide open butt propped up by the backs of her two white legs that went down to the mattress and bent at the knees. They were at least 18 inches part and her hairy junction joined them in the middle. She had her face to one side as she laid it flat on the pillow to the right and her two breasts were swaying, there barely pressing into the mattress. Her lips were slightly separated as the fluids gathered at her opening and glistened in the light of bedroom. It was a sight that I will always remember.
I had to touch and caress her two lips that were begging for my attention so I placed my two fingers directly on each one and ran my touch up and back along their length. She shuttered a little but did not move from her erotic position. Again I ran them the full length up but allowed them to slide down her canal as I slowly drug them along until I stopped at her vaginal opening and to a detour inside of her opening. She gushed her fluids out of it, making my fingers nice and lubricated as they extended inward as far as they would reach and then while I was pulling them out, I pressed upward slightly and massaged her G-spot just for good luck.
She cried out as she switched sides of her face on the pillow and her tummy moved down a little causing her rear end to stick up even more. I withdrew my fingers from her glory hole, taking as much of her natural lubricant with them as I could and moved up to her puckered rosebud. I encircled it couple of times, smearing her fluids around the edge and into its opening a little, and then I made a trial run up her anus by inserting my finger into her rectum and moving it around. She held her breath in anticipation and tightened up her muscles down there around her anus. I told her to relax and enjoy it the best that she could and she did relax a little as I reached for the jar of Vaseline.
I dug out a blob with my finger and aimed it towards her anus. I poked the finger fully into her rectum and ran it completely around, spreading the lubricant all over the opening and as deep into the confines as my finger would reach. I then took another blob on my finger and spread it all around the head of my cock and when I was satisfied that I was finished lubing up, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She answered back, “Uh huh,” and I proceeded to her opening.
I slid my cock head right into the rose bud with no problem at all but it soon met the restrictive presence of her sphincter muscle. The lubricant was only partly helpful with this obstruction but with a little persistence on my part when applying pressure and the guts of one little woman, it finally open wide to allow the intruder access to her soft colon and the treasure that were found in there. Her sphincter acted like a girdle around my cock, binding it tightly as it made its way in and out of her lovely rectum, causing much enjoyment for her and a tantalizingly tight fit for me. I began to hump her tiny little ass and soon was slapping my balls against her butt in a forceful rhythm that increased along with our arousal.
My right hand went down and grabbed her right breast and gave it a not so gentle of a squeeze but she was lost in the pleasure that I was causing down below and she didn’t even vocalize any pain that I was sure that I was causing her. She just continued to rock and push back into my pumping as I started to build up to my release.
I switched my hand assault from her breast to between her legs and was soon massaging her clitoris that was hanging free of her hooded protector. She screamed out in pleasure as she began the writhe about in her excitement and I kept my finger right on her spot, simulating her little love button more with every touch I made on it. She began to groan out loudly as I concentrated all of my manual attention to her node and my pelvic attention to her ass and my mental attention to holding back my immanent orgasm.
Her fluids were pooling on the sheets down between her knees as she reached higher and higher towards her orgasm, her first one she had ever had that was from anal stimulation. It was not only her first anal orgasm but one of her greatest of all time. She was building higher and higher until she could not build it any more. She suddenly jerked herself forward, landing flat on her chest and stomach with her rear end sticking straight up in the air. She was ramming her hips back into every thrust of my cock that was buried deep into her bowels. She started to scream out her pleasure just as I shot my first load deep up her rectum. She was wildly thrashing about under my weight as I continued to pump my sperm into her. Her voice was so low in tone that I hardly recognized it as coming from her but I knew that it was because with every loud scream came a deliciously warm sensation from her sphincter.
I finally shot my last rope out of my cock as her hips went limp down on the mattress signaling her surrender to her orgasm. All she could do was to whimper as my weight kept my deflating cock buried up her ass. When finally her sphincter spit out the limp noodle, it smeared the combined fluids and lubricants all over between her two cheeks as she groaned a disapproving little sigh and then went silent. I rolled off and laid there beside of her panting. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I had my little Chloe to thank for it, that and that wonderful little rose bud that she had given me as a token of her love.
I lay there on my back, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what I had just experienced and who had made it possible. My God, the love of this girl for me must be immense and all I could do was to take advantage of this love and give back nothing in return. “What are you afraid of, Chris?” I kept asking myself. “Are you afraid that she will break your heart just like her mother did? Are you afraid to give her your heart, afraid of declaring your love for her? What’s wrong with you, you know that you love her, why can’t you say so? She just gave you the last thing that she possible could, her virginity, albeit her anal virginity, but it was something of importance. It’s not like every woman has given up that last piece of themselves and to give it as a token of her love for you, well, that’s something very special indeed.
I rolled over and laid my head on her shoulder blade so I could hear her heart beating in its rhythmic beat. I wondered what she felt in this beating organ that they call a heart. Was it really love? Was it this love real and did she have it just for me? I suddenly felt this sensation come over me, them warmth that emanated from deep down inside of my chest. I had to say it; I had to express my feelings. I whispered softly into her back, “Chloe, I love you. I really do love you.”
She sighed but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed but a simple little smile crossed her face and I knew that she had heard my declaration. I had said it; I had told her that I loved her and I now knew that I really did. I had for a long time but refused to acknowledge it but now I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as my Chloe never leaves my side I will be happy.

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Fantasy

Weekends with my daughter (edited)

Hi Daddy she called out to me as arrived at my house for the weekend, Hi Sweetie I said as I gave her a quick hug and kiss hello. Being divorced was hard on me not being able to see my daughter’s pretty face everyday and listening to all her stories from her days adventures. Meghan is a petite girl with long brown hair and sky blue eyes, standing at 5′ 1″ she was a prettier version of her mother, at 112lbs she was a far bit lighter as well.
What are we doing this weekend dad? she asked as she put her stuff away, after working a 12hr shift I was in not really interested in doing much of anything, I am not sure, what would you like to do I asked her. I am pretty hungry she replied as she looked through the fridge looking for something to eat, can we go out and eat? not being able to say no to my daughter I replied yes and asked her where she would like to go. Somewhere fancy she gleamed as looked at my face for approval. Ok I replied, I told her I needed to get cleaned up and that I would be ready in a little while.
She continued to fill me in on what had taken place over the last few weeks since I seen her, she was talking up a storm following me around the house as I was getting ready. I walked into the bathroom and removed my shirt to shave and she followed me in there as well occasionally laughing at the faces I made while I was shaving. I finished shaving and was ready to get into the shower and I said to her, I need to get in the shower now and motioned for her to get out of the bathroom; she smiled and looked me up and down with a sly smile on her face, ok daddy she exclaimed and left the bathroom and closed the door.
As I stood in the shower my mind drifted to the look that she gave me and I soon found my cock growing rock hard. A brief period of disgust overcame me as I realized I was fantisizing over my 14 year old daughter. Seeing that no one knew this but me I soaped up my 8″ cock and stroked it for all I was worth; I couldn’t believe how hard and how fast I came thinking about my daughter naked sending stream after stream of cum onto the shower wall. After regaining myself and cleaning up my mess in the shower I got out and wrapped a towel around myself and headed to my bedroom to get dressed.
I didn’t think you were ever going to get out of the bathroom she said as I walked into the kitchen, what were you doing? she asked. I found myself getting a little red in the face as I explaned to her that I was sore from work and I was just soaking to get rid of the soreness, she just smiled and asked if I was ready. I said that I was and we got ready to leave, it was then that I realized what she was wearing, she had on a knee length light blue dress that dropped in the front and high heel shoes, being somewhat of a tomboy I was quite surprised to see her this way.
Wow I exclaimed you look very pretty, whats the occassion? She said that her mom said that it was time for her to start acting like a girl instead of a boy and that since we were going to a fancy resturaunt that she wanted to look nice. I commented on how nice she looked and we headed for the garage. As we were driving to the resturaunt I caught myself looking at her in a different light, I was looking at her not as my daughter but as a sexy young lady.
We were driving and listening to her music very loud and doing the ritual car dance and I caught myself looking at her pert breasts and could see half of them through the opening in her dress I looked up at her and realized that she caught me looking at her breasts, she didn’t say anything and started singing as she looked at my red face. We arrived at the resturuant and she squealed when she saw the sign to her favorite place; we used to frequent the resturuant with her mother as a family, I haven’t been here since…., having realized what she was about to say, she giggled and opened up the door.
We sat down at our table and ordered drinks, wine for me and pepsi in a wine glass for her, I couldn’t help myself sneaking peaks at my daughter as she sat there pouring over the menu with a smile that would melt anyones heart, my eyes were drawn to her breasts again and I thought to myself “when did she get those” there weren’t really big maybe the size of grapefruits, but very well proportioned for her size, it was then that I realized that she caught me staring at her breasts again.
I could feel my face starting to turn red when there was a big flash followed by a big bang and we both looked outside the window to see the rain start to pour, being scared of thunder and lighting she jumped with a frightened look on her face. I hate thunder and lighting she said as the waiter arrived to take our order. I was quite relieved for the interruption as it took the attention away from the fact that I got caught looking at her breasts yet again. Guilt soon took over and I excused myself to go to the bathroom to get control over myself.
I returned back to the table to see our food had already arrived and she asked what took me so long, what is up with you and the bathroom tonight she asked? are you feeling alright? I told her that I was fine and that I was just tired and sore from work, she seemed to accept the explanation and continued to talk as we ate our supper. I told myself that I would stop checking my daughter out and we watched the rain fall outside the window of the resturaunt.
It doesn’t look like the rain is going to stop anytime soon she said as she looked through the dessert menu, I hope it stops before we leave we will get soaked, don’t worry I said you are not sugar you won’t melt. She gave that sly pouty little smile and replied, I not but you are for bringing to my favorite place. I just smiled and told her I would do anything for her, anything? she giggled, I laughted and said yes.
After she finished her carrot cake we settled the bill and were getting ready to leave the resturuant when she said it is still raining pretty hard dad, we are going to get soaked, I don’t want to ruin my new dress she said as we approached the door, mom will kill me. I told her not to worry about it and that if it did get ruined I would replace it for her.
We opened the door and ran for the car, I couldn’t believe how hard the rain was coming down and we just laughted as there was no point in running anymore as we couldn’t get in any wetter if we tried. When we got to the car door and I opened it for her and my jaw dropped as the light from the car illumated her, her light blue dress clung to her body like it were a glove and I realized how hot my young daughter actually was.
I could feel my cock rising to attention as I watched her slide into the car. I walked around the car and opened the door and got into the car and realized that I was rock hard, I thought I caught my daughter looking at my crotch but started joking with her about how wet we were and that I had already had one shower this evening and that I didn’t need another one. On the way home I could help myself from looking at my young daughter’s body, we came to a red light and I was looking at how tight the dress was on her body and how beautiful she had become, I looked up to see her looking at me and I lowered my head and told her how sorry I was, she said it was ok and that she is used to boys looking at her now.
I explained to her that I hadn’t realized how grown up she was and that I could see why the boys would be looking at her, she blushed and said thank you. The rest of the drive home was rather uncomfortable and I was feeling really bad for what I had done. We arrived home and were quick to get into some warm and dry clothes, the rain had stopped and we decided to watch a movie on pay per view, I started having a few stiff drinks to try and rid the vision out of my mind of my daughter and how tight the wet blue dress had clung to her beautiful young body.
We were laying on each end of the couch when we saw another bright flash followed by the loud bang which made Meghan jump, god I hate thunder and lightning as she slid up the couch to hung me for comfort. The storm grew in strengh and it wasn’t long before the power was out as well, we layed on the couch until deciding the power would be out for a while and that we wouldn’t see the end of our movie and that we may as well go to bed.
The storm seem to settle down as we walked to her room with a flashlight, I kissed her good nite and headed back to the livingroom to fix another drink, I was not sure if I was just really tired or really drunk as I made my way back to my bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes and climbed into bed thinking about our evening and the hot little body that lay in the next room. A mixture of guilt and excitement swept over me as I pictured my sweet little baby naked. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep with the sound of the rain falling on the roof and the picture I had envisioned in my mind of my young daughter.
A few hours later I was awakened by my daughter and the loud sound of thunder in my room, can I sleep with you Daddy? I am scared, I was not sure if I was awake or not, but I told yes and she climbed into my bed and snuggled up close to me wrapping my arm around her to make her feel safe. We were laying there for a while as I was trying to think in my mind if I was dreaming or awake and then it dawned on me that I was completely naked in my bed with my daughter pressed up hard against me, panic started to drift into my head as she squirmed and tried to get closer to me with every clap of thunder.
I could feel my cock starting to react to the warm young body now pressed against me, I tried to think of anything to stop my erection but it was hopeless. Meghan was aware that something was different and she asked me “Dad did you bring the flashlight into bed with you?” I replied that yes it was in the bed somewhere hoping she would think that my rock hard cock that was pressing into her lower back was the flashlight. We layed there for a few minutes and I thought that my little white lie had worked when she reached back and grabbed my cock.
She felt its length and said “Dad what is this? this isn’t a flashlight” my heart sank and I was at a loss for words. All I could think of at the moment to say was “what do you think it is?” there was silence in the room as she felt its length one more time and removed her hand, your cock she replied, she layed there and did not say anything and I told her how sorry I was and started to get out of the bed and she held onto my arm as the thunder clapped again, no it is ok Dad, I don’t mind.
As we lay there listening to the storm die off with my cock resting above the crack of her ass she said “Dad can I ask you a question? I replied yes and she asked ” how come you have a hardon dad? The words haunted me as I stammered for words to explain to my young daughter why her father’s big cock was pressing into her back. I tried to explain to her that I was used to her being somewhat of a tomboy and that I hadn’t realized how much she had grown up.
That is not what I asked you dad, why do you have a hardon? I told her that I was not used to her looking so pretty, and that it caught me by surprize. Your avoiding the question dad, she reached back and grabbed my cock and held it tight, why is this hard dad? she demanded, I was stammering for something to say when all of a sudden the power came back on and the room was lite by the light on the ceiling, as our eyes both adjusted she repeated the question looking into my eyes.
I could feel the hot grip she had on my cock and decided to just answer the question honestly with the hopes of her not going home and telling her mother. Well dear it is because you have a sexy body and you feel really good laying beside me. She looked at me and I caught that sly smile on her face, do you really think I have a nice body Daddy? yes I do I replied, you have grown into a very pretty girl.
I looked into her eyes and and then to my crotch where she still had a grip on my cock, Sorry dad she replied, and she felt its length one more time and then asked,” Dad can I see it?” see what I replied, your cock Dad, I have never seen one before. I told her what she was asking could get me in alot of trouble and asked her if this is what she wanted and she told me she did, I agreed as she turned over onto her knees in antisipation, I removed the blanket watching her face light up as she eyed up my cock, its pretty she said. pretty? I could think of a better word I said and she laughted.
She reached up and stroked its entire length and said wow pretty impressive dad, it is as big as the ones on the internet, but fatter. thanks I guess I replied, your turn I replied, my turn? yes you saw me naked it is only fair. Meghan looked at me with a worried look on her face, she explained that no one had ever seen her naked before, as I waited for her to begin, her face went beet red and she started to protest. I told her that I used to change her diaper and that she didn’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. with a little reluctance she started to pull my old teeshirt over her head.
I watched as the shirt rose above her flat stomach to reveil her beautiful breasts, her face was flushed as she looked into my eyes, I was in awe as I drank in her beauty. You are fucking georgous I replied, she giggled and said ya think Dad! I reached out and ran my hands up her flat stomach to her firm breasts gently rubbing her nipples between my fingertips, she let out a sigh as I gently caressed her stomach and breasts.
I then said what about the rest of you looking at her panties, oh I don’t know dad she wined, come on I said, fair is fair. She stood up on the bed and held the seam of her panties with her thumbs, I am scared Dad, I have never done this before, not even mom has seen me there. I reached up and kissed her belly and moved her hands away from her panties, she stood there looking up at the ceiling, I gently tugged her panties down as she lifted each leg to let me remove them, she then looked down at me as I examined her lightly hair covered pussy, I asked her to turn around for me so I could feel her ass, she was indeed a very petite and beautiful young women. I leaned forward and kissed her ass gently and she let out a giggle, “does this mean I can tell you to kiss my ass?” she laughted, anytime I replied.
We turned the lights off and layed back down in bed resuming our preivous position and I continued to caress her young body as she moaned and writhed on the bed as I played with her young breasts, “ohhh that feels so good Daddy” she panted as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and rolled the other between my fingers.
I ran my hand over her flat stomach gently inched my way down to her small little pussy and she frose in the bed, Dad what are you doing? it is ok I assured her and continued my path to her young pussy, she then grabbed my arm and said no Dad! no one has ever touched me there before, I am scared and she started to cry, I stopped and gently hugged her and told her that everyting would be ok, I would never do anything to hurt her, she stopped crying and hugged me back and replied this is a big night for me Dad, I saw and felt the first real cock in my life tonight and it was yours, I have had my breasts felt and sucked, it is all pretty new to me Dad, I am not sure if I am ready for that yet or not.
I told her to just relax and pulled her to me and hugged her tightly with my big cock pressing into her flat belly, wow it sure is hot Dad as she reached down and felt my hard cock again, I reached down and cupped one of her ass cheeks and pulled her hard against me, not as hot as your ass I replied, she let out a giggle and told me that I was just saying that. I assured her that she was indeed very beautiful and that any man would love to be with her including me, the room went silent as I realized what I had just said, a few moments went by and she said, I think you are pretty hot too Daddy as she continued to play with my cock, I have always thought you were hansome, I couldn’t believe mom ever left this she said as she squeezed my cock hard, it is a really nice one.
I thought you had never saw one before tonight I asked her, well there are all kinds to look at on the internet Dad. So what exactly do you look at on the internet? I asked her as I gently rubbed her tight ass, this and that she replied, as in what? I asked, sounds like someone else is avoiding the question I laughted, she then proceeded to tell me that she looked at pictures of guys cocks, girls sucking on them, and girls getting fucked.
I asked her how it made her feel and she told me made here really excited, do you play with yourself? I asked, Dad! that is personal, why I asked, everybody does it including me, really! she exclaimed, yes I said laughing, when was the last time you done she asked me, I told her it was in the shower earlier this evening, “so is that why you were taking so long?” yes it was I told her, what got you so excited? she asked, it was the look that you gave me when you left the bathroom, it made me really hard, Cool she replied, Did you do that at the bathroom at the resturaunt tonight? No I laughted.
I was feeling guilty for looking at you so i went in the bathroom to straighten myself up, pardon the pun I laughted. So when was the last time you did it and what were you thinking about? I asked her, this is embaressing Dad as she rolled over onto her back not letting go of my cock. I told you I replied repeating the fairs fair thing from earlier, well she started it was when I was on the internet the other day, I was watching a girl my age sucking on a huge cock like yours as she squeezed my rock hard cock again.
I rolled over on my side and continued rubbing her flat belly, so it turned you on did it? yes it did Dad, I thought it is was really hot when he cummed in her mouth, I can’t wait to try it myself someday. My cock jerked as I listened to the words coming out of her mouth, well you can try it now if you like, silence once again filled the room as I continued to rub her flat belly as she stroked my cock. This is so wrong Dad she replied, is this what they call incest Dad? mom would kill us both you know if she knew what we were doing. Your mom doesn’t have to know sweetie, I said as my hand resumed it course toward her young pussy, “it will be our little secret” and gently kissed her forehead.
She looked up at me and then kissed me on the lips, not like a daughter but as a hot young women. I started kissing her back and slipped my tongue between her lips, she jerked suddenly as my tongue invaded her mouth, I started rubbing her stomach and kept lowering my hand toward her pussy, I finally reached her soft puffy lips and she sighed into my mouth as my finger slipped between her moist lips and started carressing her tight young pussy.
I started kissing her neck and breasts and she started to moan. “That feels so so good Daddy” as I continued my assault on her tiny little body, I spread her little cunt lips with two of my fingers and started rubbing her clit, she cried out loud with excitement and began rocking her hips to meet my ever pressing finger on her clit. I started rubbing faster and she started digging her nails into my arm, “Oh Fuck Daddy” she said as i took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently bite into it, “Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddyyy… she cried as she started cumming around my fingers, she had her nails dug into my back and arms and was gently crying as her belly was heaving up and down.
“Oh my god Daddy that felt so good” as she whimpered into my ear, I gently kissed her lips and said that I was glad that I could make her feel so good. After a few minutes she calmed down a bit and was gently rubbing her fingers through the hair on my chest and she asked, “Does it feel that good for you Dad?” sometimes I replied, it depends on who I am with I guess and the mood. She reached down and took my cock into her hand and slowly started stroking it, “I would like to make you feel good too Dad”, but I don’t know how.
I laughted and told her what she was doing felt pretty damn good, no she said, like the girl did on the internet, I gently rubbed my fingers through her long brown hair and told her to just repeat what she saw on the internet and to watch her teeth. My teeth? she questioned, yes my cock is very sensitive and your teeth will hurt me, she started moving her head down my chest and I felt her stop when she reached my belly, she gently kissed the end of my cock and then licked the end of the head, “wow it is even bigger close up, I am not sure I can get it into my mouth” I rubbed her head and told her she would do fine, she opened her mouth and took about 4″ of my cock into her mouth before she started gagging, “you are trying to take to much” I told her and instucted her to not take so much into her mouth.
I couldn’t believe how hot her young mouth was as I layed back on the bed to enjoy the feeling and excitement of my young daughter sucking feverishly on my big cock, I stroked her soft hair and told how much that I loved her and that I was close to cumming, she then picked up the pace as I started breathing faster, “Holy Fuck Meghan” that feels so good as I reached for one of her breasts, she continued sucking my cock as I started pumping my cock into her hot little mouth.
I then remember the drive home and how hot she looked in that rain soaked dress and I could feel my balls tighten up as I started pumping my young daughters mouth full of cum, I shot the first huge load of cum into her mouth as she jerked in surprise, the second one made her start to gag and cough, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and the third blast landed all over her face, I am sorry Daddy, I told you I didn’t know how to do it she cried, after coming down from the mind blowing orgasam I pulled her toward me to comfort her, You did fine Meghan, it was great really, you were just not used to someone cumming in your mouth, you will get the hang of it I am sure. Are you sure I did it ok Daddy? she asked, I reached up and kissed her forehead and to find my cum splattered all over her face, you were wonderful sweetie, as you can tell I enjoyed it.
I woke up the next morning to find myself in bed alone, “did I just dream all of this?” I questioned myself, fuck I must of, there is no way I would do something like that to my own daughter, I got up and showered and put a bathrobe on and proceeded downstairs to the kitchen to find Meghan there making coffee for me, I didn’t think you were ever going to get up she said, you must of been really tired. I looked at her with a big smile on my face and replied “I guess I needed the sleep”.
I looked at her standing there in my old tee shirt and sat down at the kitchen table, she poured me a cup of coffee and kissed me on the forehead, “Thanks Daddy” for what? I asked, last nite, dinner tasted so good, but not as good as you as she kissed my forehead, Our little secret, Remember?, and left the room. My heart sank deep into my chest when I realized it wasn’t a dream, “What had I done!

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My Evil (Ex-) Wife — 2

CHAPTER 6
I was up before six, shaved and showered by the time I woke Cathy. She showered while I made a pot of coffee and prepared some fried eggs and bacon for our breakfast. We ate while we discussed our plans for Saturday. “Please don’t be upset if I don’t call between now and then. I have two long days in court on a big class-action suit. We’re suing the manufacturer of some faulty dental implants. Some patients have gotten terrible infections from them and others have fallen out, even been swallowed causing severe trauma to their stomachs or intestines. This is a multi-million dollar suit and I’ll have my work cut out for myself. The manufacturer is a foreign company—Chinese– and they’ll try to claim that the U.S. courts have no jurisdiction. They’ll lose that argument, but it will take a lot of time and effort to get past it.
“Say…ever analyze structures like anchors for construction work. I’d like to have a professional opinion as to the structure of these implants. If I send some over to you will you look at them for me? You will definitely be paid for this work.” We talked about the case for several minutes before I drove her home. In our haste we forgot all about her take-away box from La Strada.
I spent two long and harrowing days in court as I presented the summary of our case to the judge. They would have their chance on Monday. Their motion for dismissal was to nobody’s surprise found to be without merit. The suit would continue.
I picked up Cathy at seven on Saturday morning. Her dad answered the door again. “Good morning, Michael. Come in. Catherine has most of her stuff for tonight all ready to go. Care for a cup of coffee?”
“Thanks, but no. If I drink too much I’ll have to go and I don’t have much of a toilet on the boat. The water’s a bit cold this time of year—too cold for me to jump in and take a leak. Run out of jokes or is it too early for you today?” I handed him Cathy’s box from La Strada.
“I’ve been instructed to keep my mouth shut, Michael. Can you believe it? Bad enough to hear it from Catherine, but Emily has joined the crusade, too. It’s just terrible when a man can’t give a suitor some grief in his own home.” He shook his head, but he was laughing as he did. Cathy walked in and kissed my cheek looking like a dream in short shorts and a sleeveless tank top. Her jutting nipples told me that she had omitted a bra from her wardrobe. I loaded her dress and small suitcase into the SUV and off we went. The apartment was almost en route so we stopped there and hung her dress in the closet rather than have it wrinkle lying in the back of my car.
We drove to a favorite deli for fried egg and bacon sandwiches with coffee and OJ and some sandwiches and sodas for our lunch. We ate in the car before heading out for our bait. On the way I told Cathy, “Open the glove box, will you please, and take out the paper in there. That’s your registration for fishing. You have to enroll in the registry before fishing in New York. Don’t ask me why—it’s free–but it is a rule. Also, the minimum size for fluke is 19 inches so don’t be surprised if we don’t catch anything to bring home. Your dad told me he’d like some if we catch any.”
I pulled into the bait store for two dozen killies, by far the best bait for fluke and some extra hooks. Our next and final stop was the yacht club. I punched in my five-digit code for the locked security gate. We carried our supplies down the dock to my boat—a Grady White 230 center console with twin Honda 150’s. The boat was up on a hydraulic lift. “It’s a lot safer up there, believe me. There’s a big problem with stealing engines and other equipment from boats in the harbor even though we have 24-hour security. Each one of these is worth almost $12,000. I keep the rods and electronics in the locker.” I pointed to the reinforced fiberglass box that was bolted to the dock adjacent to the slip. Once the key was into the control the lift lowered the boat into the water in seconds. I handed Cathy into the boat and it took us less than ten minutes to load everything, including the inflatable PFD’s for each of us. I explained to Cathy that we both needed to wear the life preservers in case of an accident. It was very possible that we could be struck by another boat or even hit a submerged rock. These would inflate automatically as soon as they hit the water. I also told her these were the most comfortable and lightest of the alternatives. The final step was to take two ten pound bags of ice from the dockside cooler for the one on the boat. I signed the ledger with the date and time, informed the yacht club dock master of our projected route and destination and we were ready. The engines started right up and we backed out into the harbor.
We cruised along at a measly 10 mph until we were out into the breakwaters then I opened the engines up and we were on plane in seconds, cruising at more than 40 mph. We were at the shoal in minutes. I netted two killies from the live well and ran the sharp hooks through their lower lips while I explained how we would fish—drift with sinkers on the bottom, lift occasionally to detect additional weight which would indicate that a fish was holding the bait, wait for a few seconds to give the fish the chance to swallow before setting the hook. “Whatever you do, don’t drop the rod and reel over the side. They’re expensive—almost a thousand bucks each.” I chuckled as Cathy nervously took her rod. I explained that we would only fish until around 1:00 in the afternoon. “These fish only bite two hours before or after high tide which is around eleven. After that we’d just be wasting our time. We can go back to the apartment for a short nap and, no, we will not have sex then. After the ballet….” Cathy just smiled and kissed me before returning to the fishing.
“Are we having fun yet,” she asked.
“I’m about to,” I replied. “I can feel something on my line. I dropped it back for a few seconds before lifting again. The third lift told me that the fish was still there. I raised the rod forcefully to drive the sharp hook through the fish’s jaw. My rod bent almost in two—a very good sign. I fought it for almost five minutes as the fish took line against the reel’s drag several times. I grabbed the net as I brought it to the boat. It was a big one, more than twenty inches, for sure. I dropped the net in front of the whopper and scooped it up. It measured 23.5 inches and weighed more than four pounds. “That’s one for your dad,” I commented as I dropped it into the live well. That was our only bite on our first drift. We reeled in and I ran the boat back to the other side of the shoal.
We were just into the drift when Cathy exclaimed, ”Oh…oh…I think my line is stuck.”
“Be careful, it’s probably a fish.” I coached her and she set the hook on the third lift just as I had. She pulled the fish up with no trouble. Of course, it was a short—below legal limit. All the same I netted it and had her hold it for a photo before returning it to the water. After that we were both silent as we concentrated on the fishing. We each caught a few more shorts, but nothing of real interest occurred until what I had declared would be our last drift. By now Cathy knew exactly what to do. She set the hook and watched amazed as her rod bent straight down into the water. The expression on her face was amazing—and funny! I was pretty sure she had a big one so I broke out a fishing belt that could hold the rod’s butt without hurting her abdomen or thigh and give her the leverage she’d need to land a big one.
I have to say; I’ve rarely seen someone work a fish so hard. I coached her and would have taken over if she asked, but she was determined—she was going to land this fish if it killed her. It took almost ten minutes to lift the fish a total of about twenty feet. I first saw it about eight feet down and it was huge. I didn’t think it would fit into the net; I pulled out the gaff. I only use it for really big fish because once you gaff a fish it’s as good as dead. Cathy managed to get it to the boat; I leaned over and pulled up on the gaff’s sharp steel hook. It drove through the fish’s head and I pulled it quickly into the boat. Cathy sank onto a seat exhausted. The fish measured at 25 inches and 8.4 pounds, the biggest fluke I’d ever seen. I dropped it into the live well and went forward to give Cathy a big hug and kiss. I was so proud of her.
I reeled in my line, secured the hooks and we headed back to the harbor. We were stopped en route by the police who wanted to check on our registrations and any fish we had. One of the officers recognized me from the PBA lawsuit and we chatted amiably for several minutes before I pulled the two fish from the live well for their inspection and approval. At the time I felt it was an inconvenience, but it turned out to be a life saver.
I docked the boat, hosed it down and emptied it of rods and electronics. I checked in with the dock master, ran my code through the gate and loaded the fish cooler into the back to my car. We stopped at the bait shop for an official weighing and some photos before proceeding to the apartment. I was surprised to find several police cars waiting there for us.
“Mr. Kelly? Your wife has filed charges of assault and domestic violence against you; says you punched her in the face causing several lacerations and bruises.”
“When did this alleged violence occur?”
“Sometime this morning, according to the report—let’s see…sometime after eight this morning. Her lawyer insisted we arrest you.”
“Okay,” I reached into my wallet pulling out the charge receipts from the deli and bait shop. They showed the transaction times as 8:03 and 8:21 respectfully. I shared them with the officers. “If you check at the yacht club you’ll see that I ran my code through the security gate about ten minutes later. The dock master will also have clocked our departure from the dock. I was stopped on the Sound about one by your harbor patrol officers. One of them recognized me from the PBA lawsuit. Also, Ms. Wilson and I have been together since around seven this morning, returning to the yacht club dock around 1:45. You can check with the dock master who tracks all comings and goings. Kindly note my hands; see any scraped knuckles or swelling? I have no doubt she was punched. It wasn’t me who did it, though.” I explained about the impending divorce and the reasons why. They all agreed she was a fucking bitch. I was allowed to go about my business pending their investigation. I knew how that would turn out. I had to agree—Eileen was being a fucking bitch, not to mention an idiot.
Cathy and I had shown off our catch and now I made short work of filleting them and putting them in the refrigerator for her dad. There was only one thing I liked about this apartment—the bathroom. There was a large Jacuzzi big enough for two and someday maybe…. Today we needed the shower. It, too, was big enough for two. We showered together, sharing and playing with the soap and lemon juice I always used to remove the fishy odor from my hands. I ran the frothy soap up and down Cathy’s tight body and when I spent a little too much time soaping her ass crack she waggled her finger at me, telling me, “Naughty, naughty.” I simply grinned and agreed. I was being very naughty. I had been forced to endure seeing her tight little ass and those long gorgeous legs all day. I had told her “no sex,” but my resistance was almost zero especially after following her naked form from bathroom to bedroom. Her ass slinked and swayed every time she took a step. It was hypnotic.
We climbed into bed naked. I planned to sleep, but Cathy clearly had other ideas. After watching her tight ass and long legs all day I now had the pleasure of watching her in the nude. She climbed all over my body, smothering me with kisses and rubbing her incredibly soft smooth skin over mine. “Not taking no for an answer, eh?”
“Nope. You might as well give in. I’m not going to give you any peace until we’ve made love.”
“Uhh…do I have to? It’s so much work and I’m tired.” I tried to sound serious but I couldn’t keep a straight face. I grabbed her and flipped her over, moving between her legs as we laughed. My hard cock rubbed against her slit as I leaned down for a long sensual kiss. Our tongues dueled and danced in our passion and desire for each other. She pulled my head even closer as our lips mashed against each other. I couldn’t take it any longer. I raised my hips and when I lowered them my rock hard cock slid easily into her wet hot cunt. In seconds I was balls deep into her womanly core.
I pulled back slowly and initiated an easy rhythm, but Cathy wanted more. “Fuck me harder, Michael. Will you do it harder? Faster? Pulease?” She drew it out for emphasis. I rammed my cock into her in response. We moved at a frantic pace for several minutes. I couldn’t tell you how long; time stood still for both of us. There was nothing that mattered other than each other. In our state of heightened sexuality there was no way this was going to last very long. We exploded together, Cathy shaking as her orgasm ruled her body for several seconds, me blowing—erupting—in her most hospitably tight pussy. I lowered myself onto her body then off to the side. I was gasping for breath as I asked, “Can we rest now?”
She leaned up to kiss me and whispered, “Sure…and thanks, I needed that.” We were both exhausted and fell asleep quickly. We slept soundly until the alarm woke us at 4:30. I shaved and dressed in my tux while Cathy fixed her hair and makeup. I didn’t see her until I was fully dressed and when I did I was amazed. She wore a full-length strapless form-fitting gown, dark green in color that showcased her tall slender body. There was a vertical slit between her lovely breasts that ran almost to her navel and a long slit up one side of the skirt without which I doubted that she’d be able to walk. “You look amazing…incredible,” I told her and I meant it. I kissed her cheek and led her out the door.
A stretch limo was there and I enjoyed the look on her face when Marco, our driver, opened the door for her. I handed her in and followed as Marco closed the door and drove away. “I have to hand it to you, Michael. This is the most romantic date I’ve ever had. Even the fishing was kind of romantic in its own way—you know, the two of us alone…together.”
“Ah…but the best is yet to come, my dear.” I opened a compartment behind the front seat, removing the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and two iced flutes. I removed the cork with a loud “pop” and poured for my awestruck date. “It will take us roughly an hour to reach the restaurant so we have plenty of time to make a dent in this bottle.” Cathy laughed at my faux sophistication, but smiled sexily as we drank glass after glass of the wonderful champagne.
We pulled up to Peter Luger’s in Great Neck. It’s one of New York City’s finest steak houses—Long Island branch. I got out first and helped Cathy from the limo. I suggested Marco get something to eat at my expense and led Cathy into the restaurant. “Ah, Mr. Kelly…so nice to see you again–please come in. We have your table ready, of course.” The maitre d’ took Cathy’s wrap and led us to our seats. We enjoyed iceberg lettuce wedges with minced tomatoes, bacon, and bleu cheese crumbled over the wedge. Truthfully, we could have shared one. That’s how big it was, but spending time on the water always made me ravenous and apparently Cathy was no different. We had debated what to order as our entrée and, had we been dressed less formally, we would have taken the lobster at more than two pounds, settling instead for the steak for two–the restaurant’s signature dish. We were stuffed by the time we resumed our journey to the Metropolitan Opera House for the ballet. I could see heads turn as I escorted the beautiful Cathy Wilson to our seats.
I asked Cathy if she was familiar with the ballet. When she shook her head I began to explain. “Tchaikovsky wrote the ballet to tell the tale of Princess Odette who was turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer’s curse. The original story of ‘Swan Lake,’” I continued, “is obscure, but is believed to originate from either a Russian folk story called ‘The White Duck’ or a German story entitled ‘The Stolen Veil.’ If you don’t care for the dancing you can close your eyes and just listen to the music which is nothing less than outstanding.” She looked at me with what I assumed was admiration, but later learned was love. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and relaxed awaiting the curtain.
We went to the lobby during the intermission for more champagne and had returned to our seats when I exposed my true level of sophistication; I pulled a large box of Jujyfruits from my inside jacket pocket. It was all Cathy could do not to break up. Instead, she held her hand out asking for a few. The ballet drew a standing ovation. Even Cathy applauded enthusiastically. She whispered to me on the way out, “Now comes the best part of any date with you—home and to bed, but don’t worry—I’m not the least bit tired.” I rolled my eyes, but smiled and pulled her close for a quick kiss that was hardly chaste.
I pulled out my cell and let Marco know we were ready. He pulled up in front of the theater minutes later. We were on our way back to my temporary home. As expected, Marco had iced a new bottle of Dom. We had an extremely relaxed trip home. We were almost halfway when Cathy asked, “Did some of that music seem familiar to you?”
“Sure…ever see ‘Dracula,’ the original with Bela Lugosi, or the original ‘Mummy?’ Both used music from the ballet and there are plenty of others, too like ‘Funny Girl.’ Every time it’s used the Tchaikovsky family gets royalties—millions every year. Just the performance of this ballet tonight is probably worth ten to twenty thousand dollars to them.”
“Is that true for every song?”
“Yeah…unless the family dies out, then the song becomes public domain. Sometimes the rights to the song are sold like, for example, some of the Beatles’ songs. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight.”
“Oh. Michael, it was wonderful. The entire day was wonderful. I even liked the fishing. I hope you’ll invite me again.”
“You have a standing invitation. Whenever I go you can come with me, even if I’m not fishing. Sometimes I just like to go out after work with a sandwich or two and some sodas. It can be so peaceful and relaxing. The work I do can be stressful.”
“Speaking of stress, I’ve done some preliminary tests on those implants you sent me. I was surprised when I was able to break one at a much lower psi than I thought possible. I haven’t figured out why yet, but I will.”
“That’s interesting. I’ll bet that has something to do with all the problems people have been having.”
“Maybe…I’m not sure and I won’t be until I find out why it happened. Can you send me some more? I like to have a lot of samples to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Oops, I think that was a lame joke.” I poured more champagne and our talk turned back to the ballet. Soon we were back to the apartment. I thanked Marco and tipped him generously before leading Cathy to my new home. I was surprised when my cell rang. It was the police.
“Don’t tell me Eileen has made another complaint against me.”
“No, it’s not that. We looked at your alibi and everything checked out. When we confronted your wife she broke down and admitted she made the whole thing up to get some leverage on you. She inflicted the wounds on herself—banging her face into a corner of her dresser. We’re going to charge her with making a false report.”
“Can you hold off on that for a while…like a month, or so?” I explained why and he said it was unusual, but for me he’d do it. It always pays to have friends in the right places. I had handled the PBA’s lawsuit for nothing and I had received nothing but good things in return ever since.
I opened the door for Cathy and pulled her into a close embrace and a long kiss. I whispered when I broke it, “You’ve looked good enough to eat all day.”
“Funny, I thought the same about you…and that’s a great idea. Can we get out of these clothes?” I took her hand and led her quickly to the bedroom where I helped her out of her dress. We hung it carefully in the closet before I excused myself to the bathroom. I removed my tux, hung it away and surprised Cathy by leading her, the two of us naked, into the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was almost filled when we got there. Cathy shook her head and laughed. “I can’t think of anything remotely more romantic than tonight and this caps it perfectly.” I helped her into the tub and turned it on when I was seated.
The tub was thermostatically controlled; I had set the water temperature for 102 degrees—not as hot as most hot tubs one would find at a hotel, but hot enough to be completely relaxing. Cathy began on the other end of the six-foot tub but came to me almost immediately, sitting with her back against my chest. She turned her head and we kissed—a wet bubbly, but passionate kiss. It was definitely a lovers’ kiss–soft, but demanding. Our tongues twisted around each other as the bubbles tickled and exploded against our skin. We broke the kiss and she sat back against me. I kissed her cheek and nibbled her ear lobe eliciting a giggle from her lips. We were silent for almost five minutes.
“Okay, Michael, this was fun, but I need something else now.” I helped her out and handed her a towel as I turned the spa off and drained the water. Cathy was already in the bedroom by the time I had dried my body. She had pulled the blanket down and was reclining in a sexy pose on the sheet. A waggle of her finger invited me to join her. I had just reclined on the bed when she scrambled between my legs. I gave her a bemused look just before she spoke, “You know, Michael, I’m not usually like this. Some of my dates have described me as a ‘cold fish,’ but with you something’s different. It all seems so right with you. It never felt that way before.”
“Other than the obvious benefits, I’m glad…really glad. I love being with you. Even if we’d never made love I’d feel the same way, not that I’m turning any of this down. I love this, too.”
“I hope you’ll feel the same way about this.” She leaned down and kissed my cock. The reddish purple head twitched in response. I was sure she could see the pulsing arteries and feel the heat she was creating. Her tongue wrapped around my shaft and slid up and down several times. She kissed it again, smiled at me, and I watched my cock disappear into her mouth. She moved back up, but so slowly that it drove me crazy with lust.
“Cathy! Wait…please. This is wonderful, but I need to do you, too. Turn around, please…let me taste you.” I was frantic in my pleading. Cathy may have been many things, but she wasn’t cruel and she was just as horny as I was. She kissed my cock again and climbed over my body, placing her moist hot cunt over my chin. She returned her attentions to my cock as I began my attack on her pussy.
Rarely had I eaten Eileen’s pussy—I hated the sensation of her hairs in my mouth and between my teeth. Cathy had a nice trimmed landing strip over hers. I couldn’t wait to sample her wares. I began by kissing her silky thighs—light, tender kisses, my lips barely touching her skin. I saw and felt her shudder at my touch—good! I wanted this to be a memorable experience and one she’d want me to repeat many times. I ran my nose up and down and all around her sensitive labia. I know that most guys ignore them, going right for the woman’s canal or clit. What a waste.
After my nose I gently blew on these sensitive tissues causing Cathy to groan aloud. “Damn, Michael, what the hell are you doing to me? I am so hot I think I’m going to rape you.”
“Relax darling…I’m just getting started. There’s a lot more to come…pun definitely intended.”
“Oh, God…I’ve never felt like this and you haven’t even gotten to….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get there…eventually and when I do….” I returned to my task, letting Cathy draw her own conclusions. I continued blowing on her labia, but added light touches of my tongue. It was fun watching and feeling her squirm on my body. I wrapped my mouth over her sweet cunt and sucked for all I was worth. Blood flowed into her labia and clit and my tongue found her tunnel at last.
My tongue curled as I fucked her with it, contacting her G-spot every time. Cathy’s groans evolved into wails—long unintelligible and incoherent mumblings—as I drove her wild. I was a sensational cunt licker, always had been. I was just a little out of practice. Cathy had forgotten all about my cock as she was in sensory overload from my tongue and nose and lips. Finally, after more than fifteen minutes I took her clit between my teeth. My technique here could best be described as gnawing. I massaged her swollen button with my teeth. It had always worked in the past and it worked now. Cathy screamed at the top of her lungs for several seconds as it hit her hard. It was all I could do to hold her steady. I turned her around once she had settled down a bit. Between gasps she asked, “What…a…bout…you?”
“Tomorrow or later if we wake up or whenever. I’m not counting. I think we need to sleep.” I would have waited for Cathy to respond, but she was already deeply asleep.
CHAPTER 7
I opened my eyes to find daylight. The clock told me it was almost 8:00. Cathy was rolled up into a little ball, her back and ass facing me. She looked so peaceful lying there next to me. I reached down, giving her gorgeous ass a little peck before rising and walking to the kitchen. I had been there less than ten minutes when I heard her pad to the kitchen. She stepped behind me, wrapped her arms around my mid-section, pushed her hard nipples into my back, and kissed my neck.
“Hmmm…nice,” I whispered. “Coffee?”
“Please.” She took the steaming mug and wandered to the table where she had left her purse the day before, not wanting to be encumbered by it at the ballet where she used one of those tiny things instead. She turned her phone on and checked her emails. “Michael…listen to this. It’s from Chad, my lab tech, ‘C, ran some tests on those dental implants. Found something interesting when I looked under the scope—tiny cracks or lines, reddish brown. Any ideas what that means? Chad.’ I do have an idea what it means and it helps to explain my earlier findings. Can we go to my office?”
I agreed, suggesting we stop by her parents’ home to drop off her dress and the fish before grabbing a quick deli breakfast. I bagged the fish using the vacuum sealing machine and off we went. I showed her dad the photos of Cathy’s prowess while she and Emily put her dress and the fish fillets away. “I’m glad to have the opportunity to speak with you, Michael,” he began. “I’m concerned at the speed with which your relationship is progressing. I don’t want Catherine to he hurt.”
“Neither do I, sir. I have the greatest respect for her and it goes without saying that I think she’s fantastic. Please believe me when I tell you that my intentions are strictly honorable.” Cathy and her mom returned at that very instant, ending our discussion prematurely. None the less, Christopher rose and patted my shoulder—a sign that he understood and accepted what I had told him. Cathy and I took our leave and I drove straight to her office, too excited to eat.
“I have some ideas, Michael, but I want to take a look for myself.” She placed one of the implants between two small pieces of wood to hold it securely and tightened the tiny vise. “Ah, I see what Chad was referring to.” She stepped aside so I could take a quick look. She had a cabinet open and was removing several implements by the time I looked up. “Do you know what density is, Michael?”
“Something to do with how closely molecules are packed?”
“Yes, it’s defined as mass per volume. Every material has a different density. It’s one of the best ways to identify a substance, even in the field with only the simplest tools.” She removed the implant from the vise and placed it onto a digital scale, noting the weight on a sheet of paper. Then she put about fifteen milliliters of water into a small graduated cylinder. She noted the increase in the water level once she had dropped the implant in. “That’s the volume; now all I have to do is divide. That’s interesting. The density of steel is roughly 8 grams/cubic centimeter; titanium is about 4.5. This has a density of 7.9. It’s supposed to be 100 percent titanium, but it’s not. Let’s try to cut it.”
Cathy moved to a small metal cutting band saw and clamped the implant in place before lowering the blade. Three minutes later we had our answer. Rather than being composed of titanium, this implant was nothing more than cheap steel covered with a plating of titanium.
“Here’s what I think, Michael—when subjected to extremes of heat and cold, like eating ice cream or drinking coffee these implants were forced to expand and contract. However, they will expand and contract at different rates. That difference caused the cracks making the surface of the steel rust and hold minute pieces of food which decayed and caused the illnesses. I’ll bet that’s what caused them to come loose, too. Titanium is very expensive and extremely difficult to work with. Steel is just the opposite. This is fraud—a means of cheating the public to make some extra money.” I nodded; I had to agree. Now it was up to me to see that the manufacturer was made to pay. But, first I had to decide on a strategy. I kissed Cathy as we closed the office. It was only a short drive to a diner where we finally filled our stomachs. I spent the rest of the day developing my plans—how to expose the fraud and win for my clients.
CHAPTER 8
I made several phone calls before court convened and presented the judge with a discovery motion. “I need several hundred implants for examination and testing, your honor.”
“That’s a ridiculous request,” objected my adversary.
“I think that some implants would be reasonable,” commented the judge, “but not two hundred. I’ll order fifty. You’ll have to get by with them.”
“Very well, your honor,” I replied seemingly dejected, but actually getting exactly what I had hoped for. They were promised within 48 hours. They were delivered the following afternoon and forwarded to an independent lab that Cathy had suggested. I couldn’t use Cathy as much as I wanted to. Our involvement would stink of conflict of interest and could sink the entire case. The following day a second box, ordered by my dentist, was also delivered for testing. I was promised results within a week’s time. I had plenty of other witnesses to examine over the interim.
Cathy joined me in court on Wednesday morning the following week as I opened testimony of my dentist. I asked all the preliminary questions one learns about in Law 101. Opposing counsel graciously stipulated to all of Dr. Caplan’s credentials. I wondered at the time how gracious he would be when I had his client by the balls. I halted direct examination after asking about ordering fifty implants from the company and forwarding them to Leonard Laboratories. Opposing counsel declined to cross-examine, a wise move in my opinion. He had nothing to gain.
Now I called Dr. Nathan Leonard, the CEO of Leonard Laboratories. I asked him about receiving the two shipments of implants. I began with those received directly from the manufacturer. Not surprisingly, they were perfect—pure titanium alloy, exactly as I had anticipated. It was time to drive my dagger deep into their hearts. I asked about the second shipment. “Not perfect, at all, “Dr. Leonard replied, “In fact, not even titanium.” This answer was met with a strenuous objection from defense counsel. Primarily, he stated that some subterfuge had occurred with the shipment—that the shipment had been tampered with, exchanged with shoddy goods, and threatened to counter-sue for slander and libel.
“Your honor,” I began calmly. “I don’t blame counsel for his objections. I would do the same if my client were looking at allegations and proof of fraud designed to cheat an unsuspecting public and expose them to life threatening disease and injury.” Opposing counsel jumped out of his seat screaming at me and demanding that I be censured for misconduct. I spoke again once order was restored. “Your honor, I have every intention of proving everything I have said if you will give me,” I pretended to check my watch, “fifteen minutes.”
“Very well, Mr. Kelly…you may proceed—objection overruled.”
I ran Dr. Leonard through the entire sequence, from the receipt of the sealed box from the manufacturer. “I had my representative in Dr. Caplan’s office to take the shipment directly from FedEx,” he testified. “I opened both shipments myself and counted the number of implants supplied. All of the implants were kept in my safe when not examined to ensure the integrity of the tests.” He went on to summarize all the tests he had conducted. He finished just before the fifteen minutes were up. “Here is a strip of hermetically sealed implants from the manufacturer—the ones you requested directly from the defense. You can see they are marked “A.” Please note that there is no response from this magnet. Over here is the second shipment, marked “B,” he continued. “Please note that these are magnetic.” He held up the strip of ten with the magnet. I saw opposing counsel cringe and the CEO had his head in his hands. “That’s because they are primarily cheap steel, not even stainless, with the thinnest possible plating of titanium alloy.”
“May we please ask for a brief recess, your honor?” It was defense counsel speaking.
“Very well…it is almost time for lunch. We will reconvene at two o’clock. He pounded the gavel and left. It was less than a minute later that I was asked to conference with the defense.
“We’ll give you a hundred million and no admission of guilt or responsibility.” I laughed.
“Not even in the same neighborhood, Stan…if fact, not even close. Three hundred and fifty million, an agreement to cease manufacture and recall of the steel implants, and then you can have the no admission clause.”
“Two hundred and fifty.”
“Three hundred and fifty or I’m out of here and taking my girl friend to lunch.”
“Deal,” the CEO agreed.
“Good, here is the paperwork. Sign and we can all go for lunch.”
“Pretty cocky aren’t you, Michael?”
“I knew the cards I held, Stan. I’ll reserve my opinion of your client’s business practices. I won’t say or do anything, but I can’t be held responsible for the judge’s actions.” I signed for the plaintiffs, had one of the secretaries from the court notarize the documents, gave them a set of copies, and returned to court with twenty minutes left on the clock before the judge called us back into session.
“Your honor, we have a settlement,” I announced, much to the amazement of the spectators, many of which were my clients. I handed a set of documents to the clerk who handed them to his honor. He read for almost ten minutes.
“Very well, I order defendant to pay the sum stipulated within thirty days. Mr. Kelly, you will provide this court with the necessary documentation for the distribution to the plaintiffs. I assume you will take the customary thirty-five percent.”
“No, your honor; my father will probably kill me, but I will take ten percent plus expenses. These people have suffered enough.” His honor simply nodded, struck the gavel, and rose to leave. I received congratulations from those present, explaining that we would meet in our offices tomorrow morning to explain the distribution. I waved good-bye and looked for Cathy. To my surprise she wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere in the courthouse.
I ran to my car and drove to her office. She wasn’t there, either. I phoned her cell, but there was no answer. Having no other choice, I reluctantly tried her house. She was there, thank God. Emily answered the door. “She got here about an hour ago and she’s been crying ever since. Did you have an argument?”
“No, I haven’t had a chance to speak with her all day. I’ve been tied up settling the suit.” I walked in and sat next to her. “Cathy…why…why are you crying?”
“You finished the case so I assume we are finished, too. I’ll send you a bill tomorrow.”
“I hope you do send me a bill, but you’ll have to knock me unconscious to get away from me. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, too.” She cried even harder. “I can’t decide…Catherine Kelly or Cathy Kelly?”
“What? What did you say, Michael?” She stopped to blow her nose.
“I was wondering what you liked better…Catherine Kelly or Cathy Kelly?” I brushed the tears from her cheeks before placing a gentle kiss. She reached around me and held me close. I pulled her even closer. “I love you, Cathy…more than I’ve ever loved anyone…more than I ever dreamed I could love anyone. I’ll always love you.”
“For God’s sake…say ‘yes,’ will you?”
“Geez, Mom, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to eavesdrop?”
“You’re our daughter…it doesn’t count.” It was her dad this time.
“I love you more,” was her response.
I laughed and kissed her cheek again. “Not possible, but also not worth arguing about. What say we call it a draw?” Cathy pulled back a bit before mashing her lips against mine. We kissed for several minutes until our faces were wet with spit. I hugged her again once we broke it. “Now all I have to do is get rid of my bitch wife.” Her parents rushed in to hug and kiss us their congratulations.
CHAPTER 9
I had my first meeting with Eileen and her attorney–Sheila von Staal–a woman I knew well to have as much integrity as I had. Although she was an excellent attorney I thought she was a poor choice for that reason. The first discussion was the house. They had no choice but to concede that it was mine. I wanted Eileen out in thirty days. Of course, she demanded fifty percent of the remaining assets. That’s when I brought out the cock cage and Steve produced the lab report as well as a copy of Eileen’s note—the one in which she admitted placing that monstrosity on my body. Sheila looked at everything for more than a minute. It was obvious that Eileen had omitted a few details about our sudden separation. Worse, Sheila recognized the legal implications for her client. Things only got worse when I reminded them of Eileen’s accusations of spousal abuse and the police’s reactions. Filing a false report is serious, almost always resulting in jail time.
“Steve…Michael, may I have a few minutes to caucus with my client?” Steve and I rose and left the room, returning fifteen minutes later. I could see that Eileen was pissed, but Sheila spoke calmly, “How much to make the charges go away?”
Steve looked to me for the reply, “Ten percent. I’m in a generous mood; I want this over with.”
“Yeah,” Eileen blurted out, “so you can marry that tramp!”
“It is true that I want to remarry, Eileen, but her worst day is better than your best. She has a prestigious occupation and a high income; you have never worked a day in your life. She is also trustworthy, while you’re obviously not. Need I continue?”
“No…you bastard; I gave you the best years of my life, and for what?”
Now I was thrilled that I had selected Steve to represent me. One meeting like this was about my limit, so I spoke clearly and calmly,” Eileen, I don’t recall giving you my worst years. I was thrilled with you until you betrayed me—my trust—to try to make me your slave. It wasn’t enough that I worked sixty to seventy hours a week and gave you a lifestyle you never dreamed of when you were a kid growing up. I loved you and was always faithful, but apparently that wasn’t enough either. You brought this on yourself. I’d like to say that I’m sorry, but I’m not. I met someone who is everything you’re not and, truthfully, I owe it all to you. That’s why I’m willing to give you forty percent instead of twenty-five. Now, excuse me.” I rose and left, leaving the remaining negotiations to Steve and Sheila.
One month later I was ready to move back into my house—our house, the one I’d share, effective immediately, with Cathy. I unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. That’s when I heard Cathy shriek. I saw why when I turned around. The entire living room was covered in red paint; it had been thrown everywhere, but first every piece of furniture had been slashed, the stuffing strewn about. The tables and lamps had been smashed. I pulled Cathy out, preserving the scene for the police. I called them with my cell and stood outside the door awaiting their arrival.
I was surprised to hear our neighbor, Mrs. Douglas, “I heard the racket, Michael. She was berserk—screaming, and swearing at the top of her lungs. I was worried for her…and for you.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stick around for the police, Mrs. Douglas.”
“Oh, I don’t want to get involved, Michael.”
“You already are, Mrs. Douglas…you already are.” I could hear the sirens approach. I used the time to call Sheila.
“Sheila, you need to find your client. She destroyed the house. I’m pressing charges for this and everything else. The terms were that she turn over the house in the same condition it was in when I left. One of our neighbors saw and heard her do it. I’ll survive, but I doubt that she will. Find her, Sheila, before the police do.” I hung up and turned to talk to the police.
The house was stripped to the frame, refinished, and refurnished at a cost of more than $400,000. I sued Eileen and won the full amount, the total to be deducted from the divorce settlement. She’d still have more than a million dollars, but she’d have to wait a while to be able to use it. The combined sentences for her numerous misdemeanors and felonies was pled down to a minimum of eighteen months. Cathy and I moved in less than six months prior to her release. We were married less than a week after the divorce was finalized. It was a big Irish wedding with plenty of the best booze and food. Personally, I would have been happy with the tiniest of weddings, but her mom and dad only had the one child. They were entitled to spoil her.
We had been married a year when we invited them to dinner in our “new” house. I was cutting the homemade pie for dessert when Cathy made our announcement, “How’d you like to go back to work, Dad? It seems that I’ll need some time off pretty soon. I’m pregnant and my doctor thinks it’ll be twins.”
Christopher beamed as he replied, “I’ve been hoping for exactly that for too long. It’ll be good to get away from your mother, too. She works me harder than any of our clients ever did.” He rose from his seat to hug and kiss Cathy while my mother in law hugged and kissed me. We finished with a group hug, broken only when Cathy pulled away to whisper in my ear, “I want a really big family, darling.” I pulled back just a bit, smiled, and leaned back for a wonderful deep kiss. What better way to agree completely?
I was floating on air for the next two weeks, right up until I had a phone call from Warden Jonas of the County Jail. “Hi Michael,” he began. “I’m afraid I have some disturbing information for you.”
“Good morning, Bill. What’s up?”
“I’m sure you know that there are always inmates trying to curry favor. I was approached yesterday by two of Eileen’s cellmates. Seems she’s been shooting her mouth off about getting even with you. What the hell you ever did is a mystery to me, but that’s typical of too many of our inmates. Probably one of the reasons we get so many repeat customers—nobody is ever responsible for their actions. I wanted you to know. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.”
“Thanks, Bill; I appreciate the head’s up.” We said our good-byes and hung up. I walked up the hall to see my dad. I explained about the phone call.
“You’ll have to get Cathy out of the house and, preferably out of town until this is straightened out. I think her parents should go with her. I’d suggest you go, also, but I doubt you’d listen. Cathy is obviously much smarter than you are.”
“I’m going down to Town Hall, Dad. I’d like to discuss this with Chief Piersall.” Ten minutes later I sat in Jim’s office.
“I’m not surprised to see you, Michael. Warden Jonas called me after he spoke to you. I agree that you ought to send your wife and her family out of town. I’m going to put your ex under surveillance. I’ll have plenty of volunteers from the off-duty officers. We cops have long memories, Michael.”
I thanked the chief for his help and drove to Cathy’s office. I met with her and her dad, explaining once again about Eileen’s threats. They agreed to leave town for a few days, but Cathy wanted me to go with her. “I can’t, darling. I need to be the bait for the trap. Chief Piersall says he’ll always have two men on me so I’ll be covered. If I’m not here she’ll just wait for me to come back. It’s better if we deal with this up front and get rid of her ASAP rather than have to wait with a sword over our heads.” Cathy was reluctant, but did eventually agree, but only after making me promise to be extra careful.
The day for Eileen’s release arrived. She was one of almost a dozen inmates who had finished their time that morning, three of whom were undercover police officers assigned to shadow her. All three were from the state police and all were unknown in this area, supposedly transfers from one of the state prisons brought to our area for release. It’s almost thirty miles from the county center to our town on the north shore of Suffolk County, Long Island. There are always loafers at the bus station, but today several were members of the force disguised as bums or winos or other lowlifes. They were shooed away by uniformed officers. Everything appeared normal.
Eileen’s first stop was a hardware store where she bought several two-gallon gas cans. She walked to a nearby gas station where they were filled. Clearly, she was targeting something or someone—no doubt me. Unfortunately, the police could do nothing at this point—there’s no law against buying or possessing gasoline. I went about my normal activities, being careful not to lose my two tails—officers I knew from the PBA lawsuit, but who would be unknown to Eileen.
I half expected Eileen to strike that first day, but even though I made myself visible on the street several times nothing happened. I went home around seven to my empty house, already missing Cathy terribly. We talked on the phone for almost an hour. She was worried, but I assured her that I was safe. If only I was as sure as I had made out to her. I slept fitfully, but rose with the dawn and was off to work again. I parked in the lot and was just locking the door when I heard her about fifteen feet behind me. “Hello, Michael.”
“Oh, hello, Eileen,” I said as I tried to act surprised. I saw the gas cans open at her feet. “Don’t do it, Eileen. You can’t get away with it.”
“Who says I want to get away? You destroyed my life. I have no reason to go on,” she continued using logic that no one in their right mind could possibly believe. That’s when I saw her tip one of the cans with her foot and I realized what she was going to do. Even as the deadly liquid poured in my direction I dropped my briefcase and dove to her, grabbing her hand before she had the chance to strike the lighter. Three officers were on us in a flash, helping me to my feet and handcuffing Eileen. The fire department was called to address the problem of the spilled gas. My clothes were soaked in fuel and were removed for my safety. I stood in the street wrapped only in a blanket.
Her plans were clear—she was going to get even with me in a way only her demented mind could conceive. Eileen was going to kill herself in front of me and possibly get me, too with either fire spread by the spilled gasoline or the other can exploding and dousing me with burning fuel. She was sick, that was certain, but was she criminally insane? To qualify one could not know the difference between right and wrong at the time of the act, so probably not. Her words to me showed that not to be the case. Once everything was sorted out she was charged with attempted murder, attempted arson, and several other felonies and misdemeanors related to her violation of her probation and property damage involving the twenty or more cars in the parking lot as well as the potential danger to passers-by and nearby buildings. She was remanded to the county hospital for evaluation.
Cathy and her parents returned home that evening, none too soon as far as I was concerned. I had taken the day off, shaken by Eileen’s actions as well as mine. I had risked my life to save that of someone who clearly hated me. I had to listen to my father’s searing criticism, but that was nothing compared to the tongue-lashing from my wife who berated me for breaking my promise to be extra careful. I felt like an idiot, but Cathy, seeing my remorse, came to me out of her love and took me to bed. I spent the night snuggling up against that perfect ass, kissing her, and feeling our unborn twins move and kick. I must have told her a hundred times how much I loved her and how lucky I was to have her.
I took the rest of the week off from work and laying low, avoiding the press and the unwanted publicity. Unfortunately, the publicity was unavoidable so I decided to tackle it head on the following Monday morning. Cathy and I met with the press and local TV channels in our conference room. I thought we were finished when Dad rushed in and handed me a sheet of paper. I was saddened when I read it. “I have one final comment and then we’re done here. I’ve just learned that my ex-wife has taken her life. Somehow she managed to get her hands on a syringe and pumped several cubic centimeters of air into her veins. The efforts of the doctors were in vain as she apparently died of an embolism when the air bubbles reached her heart. We obviously had our problems, but there was a time when I loved her very much.” Cathy took my hand and we left, going to my office where I sat and cried. I no longer loved Eileen, but I didn’t hate her. I had hoped she would be able to move on with her life, but it was not to be.
I sat there for almost an hour until Cathy came and sat in my lap. She held my head and kissed me. “Michael, you did all you could. None of this is your fault. You need to put it behind you. Eileen didn’t need you, but I do and I’m going to need you for the rest of our lives. I think I know exactly what you need. C’mon, we’re going home.”
Cathy was right. She knew exactly what I needed. I sat in the boat while she piloted us through the harbor. We weren’t fishing, although that would have been great, too. We had our dinner and a supply of beer and soda. She stopped the boat about four hundred yards west of the inlet and anchored in fifteen feet of water. We lay on the front raised deck and relaxed in the sun. Cathy handed me the sunscreen and told me, “Please put this on me and put your hands where they don’t belong. When you’re done with that, please put your cock where it does belong.” I laughed…we laughed…and we moved on. We had everything we could want, a wealth of riches, and each other. What else was there?

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Fiction

The Island, Chapter 5

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

Fiction

My Life, My love

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce

Fantasy

The Neighbors 4 (fixed formatting)

After Alexis and I fucked each other until we were both too sore to do anything else, she programmed her number into my phone, bid me a fond farewell, and went on her merry way.
I went to the grocery store to pick up some things, headed home and put them away, then headed to the back yard to do some katas, I got through several forms and was part way through a spinning back kick when I heard my phone ringing.
I picked up “Steve Edwards”, “Steve…Jason Kendricks here, I have a business proposition for you, if you’re interested” he went on to explain the deal….which peaked my interest, he closed with “so you’ll have to fly up here, and meet with the investors, sign some doc’s, then we’ll have a little get together…what do you say?” “Have someone get me at the airport Thursday, I’ll message you the info” I replied and hung up.
I spent the next couple of days getting ready for the trip, faxing papers back and forth, securing the licenses I needed, I asked Janice (my neighbor on one side) if she would mind watching my place for a few days, Janice sent Denise over (I had had a wonderful time with Denise and her friend Charlie).
Denise bounced (literally!) into my place, came up and hugged me, her tongue trying to play hockey with my tonsils as she kissed me “hey stud….you got time to take care of a lady before you go?” she purred, as her hand rubbed my cock through my pants, “sorry baby doll, as much as I would love to…I gots to go!” I said, as I tweaked an erect nipple “no parties….all the booze and internet porn you can handle, okay?” I kissed her and headed out the door.
My flight arrived without incident, I grabbed my bags at the carousel, and started looking for someone with a sign with my name on it, I don’t see one and I’m starting to get pissed when a vision in white walks towards me and asks “are you Steve Edwards?”
5’6”, blonde hair to just below her shoulders, 38C’s making their presence very known by straining the fabric trying to contain them, and an ass that was sculpted by the gods…”excuse me…earth to person….are you Steve Edwards?” she repeated “ahhh…ummm…yes…yes I am” I stammer out “well hello Steve, I’m Sherri Kendricks, Jason’s wife” she said with a smile that could power a small city.
“are you always so articulate” she laughed holding out her perfectly manicured hand to me, I took her hand, bowed to her, kissed her hand and said “I am generally never at a loss for words, but was so taken by the beauty before me that I lost the power of intelligent thought for a moment, it is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mrs. Sherri Kendricks” “Oh my…Jason never told me that you were such a charmer” she blushed as she reclaimed her hand and looked me over “let’s get you where you need to be before I decide to keep you for myself you flirt” she said.
I grabbed my bags and followed her to the car “so how come I never see you with Jason Steve?” she asked as we got in the car “because I don’t do a lot of business up here” I replied, to which she says “what a shame” under her breathe with a sidelong glance at me.
Sherri drops me at Jason’s office and tells me “I’m taking your stuff to our place, you’ll be staying in the guest house….see you later hot stuff!” laughing, she drives off leaving me with mixed thoughts, dirty…mixed thoughts.
The meetings go well, we hammer out the details, contracts are signed, and I walk out 1.2 million dollars wealthier, hands are shaken all around, and I hear “see you at the party” a hundred times, Jason and I finally roll out the door heading to his place, I can’t wait to take a shower….some of the people I had to deal with made me feel so…..slimy!
Jason gets me to his place, and shows me to the guest house “grab your suit and go for a swim, relax in the jacuzzi…just chill out, dinner starts in 3 hours” and he leaves me to my own devices.
I survey the pool and decide that a swim, and soak would be great, I change into my trunks and dive in, come to the surface lay back and just float looking up, some movement up and to the side catches my attention, I see Sherri standing on a balcony overlooking the pool in a yellow and black bikini that would make a bikini model blush!
She’s looking at me and licking her lips, purses those perfect lips and blows me a kiss, then disappears inside, suddenly I think back to something my father used to tell me about “things that are black and yellow have a tendency to be dangerous” as my cock twitches.
I move over to the hot tub, slide in and let the jets wash over me, relaxing me, after about 25 minutes I figure I’m par-boiled enough, and head into the guest house. I strip out of my shorts and move into the huge shower, I have my eyes closed as I’m washing my face when I hear “my god, you look even better up close” I quickly rinse the soap from my eyes, and there is Sherri in that bikini, but not for long as she walks towards me she unties the strings it falls to the floor.
She presses herself to me and kisses me hard, I break the kiss…”whoa…hold on a second….I’m not going to do this to Jason” I say, “fuck Jason…no better yet…fuck me, and leave Jason to his own, he has his playthings, besides…he’s nothing to me” she counters, and sinks to the shower floor, wraps her hand around my cock and starts licking it and talking to it…”so big….so strong….I want it” and slides her mouth over the head.
I was ready to protest…the words were going to leave my mouth…until she started sucking my dick….then the lower half of my conscience took over, I leaned back as she was devouring my growing meat, listening to her blow me “guk..guk..gukk….slurrrrp….guk..guk..guk..gukk..mmmm” then she would lick the length of it, and lick my balls, as much as I love having my cock sucked, I pulled her off, wrapped her in a towel, wrapped myself up in one and walked her into the bedroom.
“Is this what you really want?” I asked her, giving her a chance to back out, to which she replied “oh fuck yeah…I want this cock slamming my pussy” and pulled the towel off me and slurped my junk back into her hot mouth, I was through questioning things at this point, so I pulled the towel from around her, and moved her around so I was laying on my back with her perfectly waxed snatch above my face.
As she continued to swallow my sword, I breathed in her heady aroma, then slowly licked from her taint, between her inner and outer lips up one side, then back down the other, I felt her moan on my cock, so I pushed my tongue into her slit lapping her juices (damn she was wet!) and worked it towards her clit, when I reached her clit I slipped my tongue under the hood and jiggled her clit.
Her body started shaking like she was having convulsions and she tried to scream with my cock in her mouth, it came out like “rwaaaaaaaaaarrrr” then I thrust my tongue as deep into her as I could, her hips started gyrating on my tongue, my cock plopped out of her mouth as she screamed “oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck” I smiled inwardly, started lapping at her clit with my tongue, and started fucking two fingers in and out of her now sopping cunt.
She was pushing herself back, trying to get my fingers deeper into her, when I felt her pussy start to clench my fingers like it was trying to suck them deeper and she started wailing “ahhhhhh…oooo..oooo…ahhhhh…fuuuuuuuck”, my forgotten cock slapping against her cheek as she bucked, at this point I slipped my ring finger into her ass as far as it would go, and continued to fuck her hard in both holes with those three fingers.
“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..ahhhhhhhh” was all she screamed out, then her body went rigid, her legs thrust out straight, her pussy and ass tried to amputate my fingers, then she went limp, I could feel her still breathing so I calmed down (fuck I thought I’d killed her), after a couple of minutes she moaned out “damn….and you didn’t even fuck me yet”
She slowly moved so that she was face to face with me and kissed and licked her juices from my face, slowly got her legs under her, reached down and grabbed my cock and slid the head along her slit wetting it with her juicy pussy, she looked down between us and said “damn….that thing is going to be almost to my stomach” moved up and slid the head into her.
“fuck….that is big” she moaned as she worked the head deeper, she pulled back up until just the head was inside, then pushed herself down further “uhhhhh……uhhhhh….uhhhhh” she would grunt each time she thrust herself onto my cock….taking it a bit deeper each time….”fuck….how much of that monster is left….I feel like I’m going to choke on it soon” she groaned as she pushed harder….got it in a bit deeper….
Her juices were running down my shaft as she worked her incredibly tight cunt up and down my cock, my hands were busy caressing her breasts, feeling them jump in my hands as she rode faster and faster.
I pulled on her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, she cried out “oh fuck…..yessssssss” and she slammed herself all the way down my cock until our pubic bones collided, and I felt her pussy spasm around my shaft as she came, she fell onto my chest, panting heavily as her body quivered all over, her pussy rippling along my cock almost pushed me over the edge.
When the spasms had subsided I pulled out of her, moved off the bed behind her, and slowly started feeding my cock into her pussy again, “oh…god…..I can’t take it anymore…ahhhh..” she cried out, I pushed into her deeper, and deeper, until my balls were slapping against her clit as I plunged my cock into her again and again, fucking her with an urgent need to cum.
I could feel it rising…pushing along the shaft, I plowed my cock into her, she felt it swell inside her and screamed “ohhhhhh…fuuuuuuuuuck”… and I yelled out “I’m cumming in your cunt” as I blasted spurt after spurt after spurt of my sperm into her cervix, her pussy made squishing noises as I continued to fuck into her, she collapsed onto the bed moaning, as she fell forward my cock slipped out of her with a “plop” and our juices gushed out of her abused hole leaving a growing puddle under her.
I laid on the bed cuddling her until we were able to move, she dreamily moaned “god….that was fucking incredible…I have never come that hard in my life….will you marry me?” I laughed and said “no…but I will offer up a shower so we can be presentable….and yes…it was great for me too”.
We washed each other (we were both too sensitive to do anything else), she dressed in her bikini, and a wrap I hadn’t seen her wear in, kissed me and slipped out the door, I fell asleep for a bit, got up, dressed for the party and made my way to the main house.
Jason and Sherri were greeting people, Jason saw me, pulled Sherri over to me, shook my hand “Steve…thanks for coming, I’m glad we were able to do business”, Sherri then took my hand “I’m also glad you came, I look forward to getting to know you better in the future” as she winked and smiled at me, I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn’t see me, as she had focused on someone else
“there she is….where the hell was she all afternoon” she mumbled to herself just loud enough for me to hear “Steve….there’s someone else I’d like you to meet…Steve Edwards….meet my sister Carrie Devlin, Carrie…Steve Edwards..” I turned to her and she said “Steve…so glad to meet you…and you’re so much more handsome than my twin sister said you were” I quickly recovered from my surprise, took her hand and said “the pleasure is all mine Miss Devlin all mine” and gave her a wink, she moved like she was kissing my cheek and whispered “no…I do believe it was mine, but we’re sisters and we like to share things”, I thought to myself…”yep, I’m going to like doing business up here”

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