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Three J’s and an S Go To Mardi Gras

Sara gets a chance to really strut her stuff on Bourbon Street A friend of one of The Three J’s boyfriends has a plan to impress his father and show him that he has the vision to take over “The Three Jacks” club on Bourbon Street. The Three J’s and an S agree to help him in his plan which involves them walking down Bourbon Street on five consecutive nights dressed in more and more daring costumes.

Fiction

Broken Birds, Part 7, Hoonesty

Part 7
Honesty
Beth awoke to an empty bed. Michael was up showered and shaved, sitting beside her, gently rubbing her arm.
“Time to get up, Honey, “ he said gently.
She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She dropped her chin, and then jerked her head up, her hair flying behind her head. This typical female move had the unintended consequence of making her breast bounce.
Michael noticed. He looked away to avoid getting hard, but looking down, his reaction was obvious. Beth saw it too, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Come here Daddy, I’ll fix it. I wanted to show you this last night, but I was too tired.”
He walked over dubiously.
Beth rolled onto her back, her head just off the bed. She swatted his hand away as he started to undo his belt. She had been dreaming of doing this.
She unlocked his belt, undid his pants and moved the zipper down. His cock sprang free as she pulled his shorts down. It was rock hard, oozing pre cum from his slit.
She wrapped her hand around the monster and pulled him forward into her waiting mouth. She caressed its head in a sloppy kiss, then reached for his ass and slowly pulled him forward, burying more and more of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. His cock had reached her throat. She wished she could see his face. She pulled him further forward. His cock slid into her throat.
Michael had never felt such intense pleasure until her throat began to massage his dick. She pushed him back a little to gasp some air then forward to rebury it. On the fourth stroke, he could hold back no more, his ejaculation as hard as he had ever felt, shooting cum directly into her stomach.
She pushed back a little as he continued to cum, taking his last strings in her mouth.
When he finished, she rolled over and sat on her legs, locking eyes with him. She opened her mouth and showed him the milky semen on her tongue and then swallowed.
He grabbed her up in a hug and kissed her, tasting his own salty cum.
When they broke away, she beamed.
“Shosh taught me that. I told her I felt so bad that I couldn’t give you a physical cherry. She suggested my throat. You know those bastards never got in there.”
He went to hug her again and she jumped off the bed and fled to the bathroom
“Gotta pee.”
Michael went into the living area while Beth put herself together. It was another rainy day. Shoshana sat in one of the reading chairs with a Kindle.
Michael went over to her. She looked up, smiling.
“What’re you reading?”
“About tomorrow. It looks like recovery time is a couple of weeks for everything but my pussy. I can’t wait to be normal again!” Her eyes clouding with fear, “that is if I’ll ever be normal again.”
He took her hand and pulled her into a hug. “I want to thank you for teaching Beth. It means a great deal to her and even more to me!”
She looked into his eyes and parted her lips, begging. He kissed her warmly, pressing her body against him with frantic urgency.
He pulled out of the kiss gently.
“Since I’m having the surgery tomorrow, can…”
Beth entered the living area and called out with mock anger, “Trying to steal my man?”
Shoshana let go immediately and then saw Beth smile and the laughter in her eyes.
Hearing Beth, both Rachael and Lynne came into the room.
Rachael served breakfast as the other four sat at the table.
“Will Alice come?” Lynne asked.
Michael hesitated, considering what to say, then simply shook his head no.
Rachael saw his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to confirm some things with her. By the way, you know she can’t tell me anything unless you tell her she can.”
“Dad. What was said in that room needs to stay in that room.” She was deadly serious.
He held up his hands in surrender.
After filling all the plates, Rachael went to sit down. Michael held her chair, softly squeezing her shoulder. Since he could not see her eyes he had no idea the effect of his touch. The others saw clearly.
By the time Michael reached his chair and looked up, Rachael’s look of pure pleasure was hidden.
“Dad, there is something we have to talk about.”
He put down his fork, “OK Honey, shoot.”
“Alice helped us a lot, but it’s only words. In one night, the only man I trusted gave me back my life. We talked with Alice about it a lot. Yesterday before you got here, she said she knew of another case where one of her rape patients spent a night with a man she trusted and began to move forward.”
“Anyway,”
“We want to try with you,” finished Shoshana.
After making the connection between Rafaela and Alice, Michael suspected that this was coming.
He looked at each of the women and they silently nodded.
“Shoshana would…” Beth stopped as Shoshana held up her hand.
“Mom should be first. She’s had the most abuse. I probably shouldn’t have sex before my operation. I also don’t want to be with Michael until I heal. That way, it’ll all be new,” she said in a pleading voice.
“Michael has not said yes, girls,” Rachael managed to get out.
“Beth, are you OK with this?” he asked.
“It’s a bit crazy, but yes. Without any men other than the guard zombies, we’ve gotten pretty close.”
He searched her eyes to make sure her agreement was not out of misguided kindness. Her eyes and genuine smile convinced him.
“If we do this, are we intending it as a long term thing or one time?” He held up his hand before anyone answered, ”My point is this. We’ll probably be together for a long time and jealousy would destroy us.”
He waited.
“Dad, your harem awaits. Rachael and I can’t make babies, but Shosh and Lynne can. I know its unconventional, but I don’t know if I could ever trust another man enough to give myself to him, so its you or the convent for me.”
Rachael said softly, “I feel the same.”
“So do I,” said Shoshana.
He looked at Lynne who struggled to suppress her sarcasm. “I’m not sure if it will be forever, but I’d like to try,” she said softly.
“If you guys are sure, of course I’m OK with it,” Michael said smiling broadly.
His harem mobbed him.
“Get a script from Alice for Viagra or Cialis before she leaves,” Rachael observed wryly, but with a strong hint of truth.
All of them grinned.
As the girls went to their respective rooms to pack, Michael headed to Alice’s cabin.
She saw him coming and tried to compose herself.
She opened her door to his gentle knock.
“Good morning Michael,” she said, holding out her hand.
He took her hand and shook it firmly.
She looked into his eyes and recoiled, pulling her hand free.
“Where is it?” He asked firmly, in a flat deadly tone. She shivered.
She went to her dresser and handed him what appeared to be a vibrator and handed it to him.
“You gambled with their lives. If Miguel had tried to take them they could have been killed along with those men out there. And now, if they find out you were a spy, how do you think they’ll handle having told you their most intimate secrets?”
Her head was down as she sobbed her shame.
“Where are your notes and recordings?”
She indicated her laptop and briefcase, ”Over there.”
He collected the items.
“I was going to give them to you when I left,” she sobbed.
“Is that everything?”
She nodded.
“Can I tell you my side?” She begged.
Because she seemed to have done a great job with the girls and Rafaela, he agreed to listen. He nodded.
“Rafaela was one of my first patients after her second rape. You know she grew up in the States?” he nodded. “Anyway, last year after they dragged her over the border to the US and arrested her, I felt terrible. I visited her once, but they wouldn’t let me after that.”
“Since I was already seeing Beth, Tim asked me to help some other rape victims flee their abusive father and brother. I didn’t know anything about David Walsh or who the victims were,” she paused, then went on, ”then Miguel contacted me a couple of weeks before we ran. I don’t know how he knew, but he told me that, if they would put pressure on Walsh through fear for his family, he might be able to help Rafaela get out of jail. He swore to me that they would not try anything, just keep the pressure on. To do that, he had to know where they were. They gave me that, “ pointing to the vibrator.
Mike examined it carefully. Miniature, frequency hopping, burst transmitter / receiver. Twenty minutes of talk transmitted or received in milliseconds. The memory card was in it.
“Any other memory cards? Don’t make me have you searched.” His angry gray eyes bored into her, violence lurking just below the surface.
She went to her purse and fished out a small box containing several memory cards.
“Where’s the headpiece?”
“It’s in the laptop case.”
“Here’s how this plays. I keep the laptop, your notes, the memory cards and the transmitter.” As she opened her mouth to speak, he held up a hand, “Non-negotiable.”
“You go say goodbye to the girls as though nothing has happened. You leave, telling them you have a tight flight connection.”
“Then go see Rafaela. She and her nieces really need you and she trusts you. I’ll tell her I have the transmitter. If I can’t talk to her, at least I can hear her voice.”
She blinked in surprise.
“Now go say goodbye to the girls.”
He turned and left without another word.
He followed her into the cabin to get his satellite phone and went outside while she talked to her patients.
He dialed Tim.
“We got a problem, Tim. It was the shrink, but she was recruited nearly two weeks before the plan triggered, so someone that knew the plan had to be in on it. I know you’ll run your internals, but did you check Peter?”
The silence spoke volumes. “Peter suggested her.”
“I didn’t see that one coming,” Michael admitted.
“I’ll get back with you,” Tim said and severed the connection.
When he got back to his cabin, he saw Alice leaving, the girls in a huddle, waving to her.
She stared at him from the passenger window.
She saw him standing rigid. “Dad, didn’t you want to say goodbye?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Sometimes Honey, people let you down,” he said sadly.
Shaking himself mentally, he slid his arm around his daughter and walked over to Rachael, bringing her into a three-way hug. Smiling they went inside the cabin for their last night.
His phone rang. He flipped the antenna and grabbed a jacket to go outside.
“Tim here.”
“What’d you find?”
“Seven phone calls to burn phones in Miguel’s little village. Took a look at his finances. I got a forensic accountant looking into it, but it looks straight, though he got a million dollar retainer the day after the girls ran. Jesus Christ, he loves Beth!”
“Keep digging.”
Michael hung up and returned in a black mood.
Rachael noticed immediately, “Bad news?”
He nodded, then realizing she might misinterpret, he said, “I think I’m going to retire and devote myself to my harem.”
“I need about twenty minutes to draft a message,” his mouth fell into a relaxed smile. Rachael smiled back.
He took the encrypted laptop to the far end of the living room, typing out the message he would sent tomorrow through a cell interface.
Rafaela
The girls have asked me to be their collective man as I am the only man they trust. Beth seems happy to share me with them. I have not yet asked her to share me with you, but if you ever want to be part of my family, I am sure you would be welcome. As two of the girls are fertile, there would even be babies!
By now, I hope Alice is on her way to you. Your two nieces need some help and I think Alice could be that help. Perhaps she would help you as well.
I kept the transmitter, so I can leave you messages and keep in touch. I also kept all her notes, memory cards and laptop so if her part in this is ever discovered by one of the girls, she can say that she gave me all her materials. I never want the girls to know they poured their soul out to someone who was working against them.
I truly hope she is with you soon.
The beautiful, sensual woman I came to know in two days deserves all the happiness her heart can hold.
I have to learn how to operate the vibrator / transmitter. At least I can hear your voice.
Love, Michael
Beth came out of the bedroom holding Rafaela’s letter and package. She’d forgotten about it. Michael had finished preparing the message for automatic send. He closed the laptop, put it carefully aside and went to meet his daughter.
“Go ahead. It’s addressed to you,” he said softly.
Beth
You don’t know me, but my name is Rafaela. I am older than you, but like you, I am a victim of rape.
Your father will explain who I am, but I wanted to tell you about the past few weeks.
Many people wanted you and the Walsh women dead. I was not one of them, but your father did not know that. I only wanted his help.
Your father came to my family’s compound in Mexico, alone, unarmed, without protection to bargain for your life and the lives of the Walsh women. Where I live, there are many armed men. He did not care. He offered to trade his life for yours and theirs.
As part of the bargain, he saved my life and then gave me a reason to live.
The enclosed is yours and the others to remind you of his courage and love.
Cherish this man. He is unique and has proven that he loves you and the Walsh women more than life. I hope one day to find such a man for me.
Perhaps one day we will meet.
Your sister
Rafaela
“Dad?”
“Get the girls,” he said firmly, “I only want to tell this once.”
His harem sat in the living area, anxious to hear about “Rafaela”.
“Rafaela is head of a drug smuggling family. She was abducted by DEA agents and brought to the US where she was arrested and put in prison. The case was shit, so they claimed “Patriot Act.” I looked into it and it was just total bullshit.”
“Anyway, they paid David a lot of money to help get her out. He had the goods on a lot of people and lots of influence, so they thought he would use that influence to get her out. When he took their money and did nothing, they tried to force him by threatening his family. They never intended for anyone to get hurt, but they ratcheted up the pressure pretty good.”
He looked at Rachael, “You were the wild card. You and Beth bonded, so when you ran, she went with you. Since you ran together, they were threatening Beth as well.”
He paused to let them ask any questions. There were none.
“When Tom was killed in prison and David killed himself, the plan fell apart. Fortunately, Tim’s guys got into your house quickly after David died. They’re pros and found most of the dirt David had accumulated. When the Zapatas got there, the blackmail leverage had been taken. Back to square one.”
“Then I became a target. Beth was with you. She was vulnerable.”
“They may have had some help identifying me as the go to guy. I went down to Mexico to negotiate a trade for your lives for the information, but before I went, Peter made a deal with Homeland Security and the CIA. They release Rafaela and get the dirt David had accumulated.”
“I got down there, negotiated with Rafaela’s brother and she was released that night.”
“She was mutilated the second time she was gang raped.”
“Did you make love to her?” Beth asked quietly, her lip trembling. He could see the hurt just below the surface.
He nodded, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
“Was that part of the bargain for our lives?” Rachael asked.
“I honestly don’t know. The first night, she slept in my arms, fully clothed. Then she made up some bullshit about not being able to reach her people to call them off, so she kept me there. We made love the second night.”
“Let me get this straight. You went to Mexico, to the home of a Mexican drug lord, all alone, to protect us?” Lynne certainly boiled things down into a simple equation, “Are you crazy?”
Beth still looked hurt, but not devastated.
“Anyway, she went back to her world and I came back to mine,” he said looking straight into Beth’s eyes, “I’m sorry Honey. I hope you meet her sometime. I think you’d understand.”
Beth just nodded and began opening her gift. Michael held his breath, hoping it would not be something that would hurt her.
The box held four beautiful platinum and gold pendants in the shape of a heart fitted into a velvet form, each with a birthstone. The box had a place for a missing, fifth pendant.
“Really!” Beth said with mock exasperation in her voice, “You haven’t even tried us all and you’re already expanding your harem!”
Shoshana had her pendant with an emerald already around her neck.
Dinner was subdued. Everything was packed and ready to go except clothes needed tomorrow. Shoshana fidgeted nervously, afraid of the operations tomorrow. Rachael worried about her “night” with Michael. Beth still hurt at the thought of her Dad with an unknown woman. Lynne fought her growing adulation of Michael. Michael replayed the discovery of Peter’s treachery.
“Beth, I think you should be with Michael tonight,” Rachael said softly.
It broke the spell. Beth thought, ‘I’m being a spoiled bitch.’
It was just after 7PM when Beth stood and walked over to Michael. “I’m sorry Dad. I’ll be fine. Just no more surprises for a while. Now go take a shower. Whatever is on your mind put it aside. Tonight is for Rachael and she deserves all your attention.”

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Fiction

My Girlfriend’s Daughter Makes A Move

My Girlfriend’s Daughter Makes A Move
By rutger5 (An Original Story-Copyright 2013)
It was a dark and stormy night when there was a small fire in the apartment above mine. Unfortunately by the time it was put out my place sustained significant water damage which made it temporarily unlivable until repaired. The landlord hemmed and hawed about paying for relocating me because until the insurance check came in he said he couldn’t afford it. He informed me he was going to use all of his available funds to quickly repair the damage but he had nothing left for relocation until he received the settlement.
So I had to vacate the apartment so the work could be done expeditiously. In the condition it was now in, it wasn’t like I could live there anyway. I was at my wit’s end about where to go as I’m cheap and didn’t wish to pay to stay in a hotel for the next few weeks minimum. That’s when my girlfriend Annette came up with what seemed to be the perfect solution at the time.
I could move in with her for the duration and once my place was ready I’d go back home. Now she and I had been dating for around eight months and I thought we had a really good thing going. For our own reasons neither one of us was looking to get really serious in our relationship. In my case I was just the modern guy who enjoyed never fully growing up and because of this Annette was perfect for me.
Her story was that she was divorced and lived in her own house along with her daughter who was attending college. Because her marriage had ended badly when Annette caught her husband messing around with her best friend she had no intention of going through that again.
So since her divorce five years earlier she’d rarely dated but she had accepted when I asked her out. Since I was twelve years younger than she was Annette was flattered when I hit on her and my good looks didn‘t hurt. Truthfully I’d been unaware of the age gap as she looked younger than her age not that I cared how old she was. I’d seen her at the mall and I was struck by how attractive she was so I decided I had to make a move. Normally I didn’t do things like that on the spur of the moment but that day something compelled me to.
We hit it off right away and on our second date she came back with me to my apartment for a ‘nightcap‘. It had been quite some time since she’d gotten any so she let her hair down, and then some! Annette is usually quite reserved and conservative in many ways but that night she lost all inhibitions. We alternated between making love and rutting like beasts until we finally collapsed due to exhaustion the next morning.
Things never quite reached that crazy height again but we had a lot of good times. We’d have sex at least three nights a week and it would often be more. It was almost always at my place and even when it was at Annette’s I never spent the whole night there. She felt uncomfortable about me staying she said with her teenage daughter living at home. Truthfully I suspected it was because she didn’t want to get too close but it didn’t bother me as I was happy with the arrangement the way it was. That way it allowed me to hang with my buds a few nights a week while still getting steady action.
We’d often go to the movies and dinner and whenever needed, be the other’s escort to whatever event they had to attend. Usually it was one of her many business functions except in the case of a slacker buddy of mine finally biting the bullet and marrying his baby mama. Either way it was cool with me, as generally Annette would be wearing some little black dress and we’d have sex later in the evening.
So I saw no pitfalls in her suggestion and welcomed it with open arms. I hoped I might get a little more nookie staying at her house though she informed me I’d be staying in the guest room for appearances sake. Either way I’d be saving money which certainly was a good thing.
Let me add that I got along with her daughter Vanessa swimmingly. We’d met soon after her mother and I started to date and we had a lot in common. Since I was actually closer in age to Vanessa than her mother we liked a lot of the same music and pop cultural things. In fact during the first week I stayed there one night she and I had a great time playing one of her video games together for hours.
Annette actually felt a little left out and envious about it all. Of course we asked if she wanted to join in but she didn’t want to waste her time on such ‘childish’ things. Still she managed to get me to quit by whispering in my ear to meet her in the bedroom for a different kind of game. That was the only night I was there that such a thing happened. Other times she would slip into the guest room late at night but only after Vanessa had turned in for the evening or when her daughter was out. Either way once we were finished she would leave soon after.
So for the first week everything worked out well and I even went out one night with my friends. There was only one thing out of the ordinary that happened and it was a little embarrassing. Though the house had two bathrooms only one was a full bath with a shower and tub. So in the morning we all had to scramble to get ready without impeding anyone else. Since I was the guest there, I felt I should do my best to minimize impacting Annette or Vanessa. So I’d get up really early and use the bathroom first; freeing it up so they could follow their regular schedule.
On Thursday morning I’d showered and dressed early and gone downstairs to have some coffee before leaving for work. I chilled until it was time to go when I realized I’d forgotten my car keys upstairs. At my apartment I kept them on a hook by the door so I’d just grab them when heading out but here I was unable to follow my normal routine.
So I dashed upstairs to retrieve them when at the same exact time Vanessa happened to be going from her bedroom to the bathroom. Maybe it was because she thought I’d left already or she was just used to it being only her and her mother living there. Whatever the reason was, as I rushed toward the guest room she emerged from her room rubbing the sleep from her eyes while only wearing a bra and panties.
When I saw her like that my eyes must have bugged out of my head and I stopped dead in my tracks. Vanessa also stopped but she had an amused look on her face. It took me a moment before I realized I was staring at her skimpily dressed body so I turned away while mumbling an apology.
“Uhh, sorry about that Vanessa” I managed to get out with my face turning beet red.
“Think nothing of it Brad” she replied before slowly sauntering toward the bathroom.
Under the circumstances I should have just hurried to get my keys but I couldn’t. Almost under compulsion I swiveled my head and watched Vanessa pass me by and enter the bathroom. She then turned and stared straight at me while smiling before closing the door. Once it shut my body was able to move again. Grabbing my keys I hurried downstairs and out the door.
My whole drive to work I couldn’t stop thinking about what I‘d seen. The sight of all her exposed flesh wasn’t something I could easily forget, if ever, and my erection was proof of that. For though Annette was an attractive, sexy woman and I loved being with her she was very slim with tiny breasts and a small ass while her daughter was round and voluptuous with an exaggerated hourglass figure.
Vanessa could best be described as being thick or a little chubby or whatever you wanted to call it, but damn what curves she had! Her breasts were round, full and large and half of them had been spilling out the top of her black brassiere. Her waist was soft and not small but it was in proportion to her even bigger hips and butt which had been encased in bikini leopard print panties. Somehow I was able to make it to work sane and I was determined to not think of what I’d seen but it wasn’t easy.
That night I felt a little bit awkward about earlier but Vanessa didn’t mention it so I relaxed. She acted normally so I was able to as well and we all had a pleasant evening. The only thing I told them about was a temporary change to my work schedule. Because as sometimes is the case with my job I had to change my shift for the following week. Instead of working from seven in the morning until three in the afternoon like usual I’d be working from three until eleven at night.
That certainly threw a wrench into things as far as my sex life was concerned and for the first half of the week Annette and I were unable to connect. So by Thursday morning I was a little on edge so I decided to take a chance. Knowing that Vanessa had early classes that day I sneaked into Annette’s bedroom around the time she got up. She was already awake but still in bed.
“Yes Brad?” she asked as she sat up.
After closing the door behind me I gave her, or more accurately showed her my reply by opening my robe to reveal my erection. Annette gave a big smile when she saw it and beckoned me forward with her finger. Wasting no time I closed the distance between myself and the bed and once there pulled the covers from her body. She was wearing a matching blue camisole and boy shorts and looked good enough to eat. In fact that was what I planned to do so I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts and pulled them down and off.
Annette giggled when I did this but then she said “We have to hurry Brad. I need to get ready for work and I can’t be late.”
“No problem babe but you should have time for a quickie” I replied as I pulled her body to the edge of the mattress so her legs were dangling off.
I knelt down between them and since I had no time for preliminaries I immediately buried my face by her pussy. Normally I would at the least tease her or go slow to build the fire but not then. My tongue ran the length of her lips, starting at the bottom and working my way up until I reached her clit which was partially obscured by her curly, brown pubic hair.
Annette kept her bush cut short and neatly trimmed but she didn’t shave down there unlike the younger women I had dated before her. After a few licks she was already getting wet and when my tongue speared her inner juiciness I could already smell her aroused, musky scent. Moistening my thumb with saliva I used it to gently circle her clit as my tongue probed as deeply as it could reach. I made circular movements with my tongue as it was buried in her allowing me to lash her tasty inner walls.
Annette moaned appreciatively from my efforts as her hand ran through my hair. Usually I’d take my time in guiding her to her first orgasm and it would be just one of many. I confess I love to eat pussy and I had since the first time I’d been blessed with the opportunity to do so when I was a teenager with young Bridget Flynn. But since we were in a hurry and I wanted to make sure we had time for my own pleasure as well, I pulled out all the stops.
After reluctantly removing my tongue from her womanly crevice I slid one of my fingers inside to take its place. This allowed my tongue to again seek out her little nubbin which it soon did. Annette let out a throaty moan as my finger frigged her juicy hole rapidly. It made a squishing sound as it sank in her canal before I would pull it back with her muscles reluctantly yielding to my retreat.
Knowing time was of the essence I worked a second finger in her though she was still tight and drove it all the way in. Then while continuing to lick her clit I also sucked it between my lips bringing her to the precipice of pleasure. Increasing the speed of my fingers was enough to push her off it as I thrust them to their full length.
Her internal muscles clamped onto my digits and her grip tightened on my hair. For my part I kept licking and sucking her clit though I was no longer able to keep finger fucking her. Still I managed to wriggle them around a bit which certainly increased her pleasure. Annette was biting her lip to prevent from screaming out loud but she was still emitting a number of low, throaty moans.
Once she began to recover I got to my feet and moved between her thighs with my knees bent so I was at the perfect height. Only then did I withdraw my fingers and as I did Annette grasped my cock right below the shaft. She guided it to her entrance and after first rubbing it a few times against her wetness to lubricate it she positioned it between her lips at the entrance.
Taking it from there I pushed my hips forward a little which was enough to work my mushroom head inside Annette. She groaned with pleasure as I did and it became louder as I was able to sink deeper which was greatly aided when I lifted her legs and held them in midair. Using a number of short, rapid thrusts allowed me to keep going until I had my full length inside her open gates of paradise.
For the next couple of minutes I drove in and out of her sweet, sticky treasure at a good clip. I reveled in the way she felt on my shaft and how her yoga trained muscles constricted along its length. I could tell by her moans that she was really enjoying herself and believe me so was I. Soon Annette reached out and grabbed my thighs as I slid in and out of her aroused pink pussy.
“Come on Brad; get on the bed. I want to feel your skin against mine” she pleaded between moans of pleasure.
Though I was enjoying the position we were in and I knew I was at the right angle to really rock her world I went along with her suggestion after first delivering a few more hard thrusts. Adjusting her body position slightly I crawled onto the bed while remaining in her and once I had I leaned forward and rested on my elbows. This brought our bodies into close contact the length of our torsos and it also allowed Annette to grab hold of my ass.
Her skin felt hot against mine and our sweaty bodies slid against one another as I continued my thrusting. Now in this position and with Annette’s hands keeping me buried deep I was unable to drive my full length; so instead I ground into her. I was also able to rotate my hips in a circular motion which she eagerly responded to.
“Oh yes Brad, that’s it! Don’t stop baby” she whispered in my ear to spur me on.
Our lips found each other’s and we kissed. Ever since our first kiss I’d marveled how soft her lips were and how sweet they tasted. One could get drunk on them if one had the time. Unfortunately life intruded this morning when I knew time was in short supply. So I broke our kiss reluctantly. My hips rose and fell like a derrick with her hands assisting them and I could hear her breathing getting short and ragged. I sped up as much as I could and I was rewarded a minute later when she let out a wail.
“Oh yessss!” she cried out as she climaxed and I joined her seconds later.
My organ swelled inside Vanessa and then I felt my balls release my load. Since it had been a few days since I’d cum, I soaked her pussy with many jets of my white, liquid love. With a satisfied groan my body sank onto hers when no more ejaculate was left. We stayed like that for less than a minute when she prodded me with her finger.
“Sorry Brad; but you need to get off me or I’ll be late” she told me in a business like tone.
Somehow I managed to push myself up and roll off her at which point she scrambled off the bed and rushed out the room and to the bathroom. For a few minutes I lay there and enjoyed the post coital buzz but since I now felt sleepy I knew I had to leave. No doubt if she found me still in bed and worse me being asleep then she’d ask me to leave so I saved her the trouble.
Pulling on my robe I went back to the guest room and climbed under the covers for some shuteye. When I woke up a few hours later it was just past eleven in the morning. Though there was still some time before I had to get ready for work I decided to hop in the shower. Fifteen minutes later with a towel wrapped around my waist I was shaving when I heard the bathroom door open. Turning I was surprised to see Vanessa just inside the room wearing a thigh length red silk robe.
“Oh sorry Brad. I didn’t realize you were in here” she said with an enigmatic smile on her face.
While I certainly wasn’t going to accuse her of lying I found her statement a bit hard to swallow. The door had been closed with the water running and the light on, so even if she hadn’t heard the shower a little bit earlier it didn’t make much sense.
“Umm Vanessa, I thought you had classes today?” I asked.
“Oh I did but I decided to skip them today. Don’t tell my mom please, you know how she gets. It can be our little secret, like what happened the other morning” she said with a wink.
I laughed nervously in response to her statement but I knew what she meant in regards to how Annette can get. Living with her had shown me a different side to her. Not that she wasn’t a great lady and I’d known she was reserved but she could also be a little uptight as well; especially about her house and things like that.
She and Vanessa were like oil and water on that subject as Vanessa was very laid back and sloppy. Annette was neat and anal, retentive that is, not sexually. I’d witnessed a couple of minor shouting matches over the state of Vanessa’s messy room and such things including Vanessa not taking college seriously enough. So I understood her not wanting her mother to know she decided to take the day off. But it also meant Vanessa had been home earlier when I’d assumed she was at class. She must have been sleeping I thought or she’d have heard us for sure.
“So what are you doing Brad?” she asked as she drew closer.
“Well it should be obvious I’m shaving” I told her while trying and failing to remain focused on what I was doing.
“Do you mind if I watch? When I was a little girl I’d watch my dad shave sometimes.”
“I guess its okay. No harm I can see in it” I lied.
Vanessa brushed past me and actually perched herself on top of the vanity. To say she was now distracting me was the understatement of the century. There was no way to avoid seeing her as I watched myself shave in the mirror even if she sat quietly; but she didn’t. First she flicked her dyed blond hair about before leaning forward and actually lightly touching my pectoral muscle with her painted fingertips.
“Brad I see staying here hasn’t stopped you from finding time for the gym. You’re in such great shape. Maybe you can help me with some advice. I always intend to exercise more but then something comes up and I don’t follow through. Plus as you can see I love having dessert and it goes right to my hips.”
When she said that Vanessa took her hand off my chest while crossing her legs and brought it down to her ample hip. Like I was hypnotized my eyes followed her hand as it slid down her body to its new resting place. Along the way I got a great view of her exposed cleavage as her robe had loosened a bit as she moved. Either I was imagining things or Vanessa wasn’t wearing anything underneath her robe because a lot of her pale white breasts were showing and I saw no hint of material.
On top of that I was able to clearly make out the shape of her nipples as they strained against the silk robe. Add to that her robe had ridden up her thigh revealing plenty of her shapely legs. Stifling a choking sound I tore my eyes away from her and again tried to resume shaving. Unfortunately my hand shook a bit and I managed to nick myself with the razor.
“Ooh I’m sorry Brad. Here I am distracting you and now you’ve cut yourself” Vanessa cooed.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it” I replied, my voice sounding hoarse to me.
She slid off the vanity and stood so close I could smell her and I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
“I can’t help worrying about it Brad, especially since that’s not the only effect I’m having on you.”
After saying that I felt her hand on top of the towel right on my growing bulge. I’d been fighting a losing battle in trying to prevent from getting hard and that was the final straw.
“Vanessa we can’t…” was all I got out before her other hand yanked the towel off me.
My semi-erect cock popped up once it was uncovered and as soon as it did Vanessa wrapped her hand around it. That forced a groan from my lips which only got louder as she stroked it slowly.
“Did I cause this Brad? That wasn’t very nice of me, was it?”
“What are you doing to me?” I gasped though it was pretty clear to us both.
“Well after the other day when you saw me I thought it would be only fair if I saw you too. I didn’t really plan on this happening. But I got so horny listening to you and my mom earlier that I didn’t know what to do. Then I saw you liked what you saw, so…”
At that point Vanessa bent at the waist and angled my cock in her direction as she opened her mouth. In my half hard state Vanessa was able to easily engulf me and I felt her tongue licking as she swallowed me. I dropped the razor into the sink and grabbed her by the hair. Her hand guided my body in turning in her direction so that she was now right in front of me. While keeping her mouth on my hardening cock Vanessa managed to bend her knees until she was in a crouching position.
That allowed her to grab hold of my ass and pull me forward. For the next minute the only sounds were of her noisily slurping as she sucked me and my answering grunts and groans. During this time my cock reached its full size but Vanessa was able to keep most of it in her wet mouth. In fact more than once she took my cock to its root allowing me to slide into her throat. After one time where she held it like that for at least thirty seconds she pulled her head off me, releasing my member.
“You have a nice cock Brad. I’m really enjoying sucking it but then I’ve always been a cocksucker since I was young.”
“I can tell” I replied as she now started running her tongue the length of my shaft.
After licking it for a while as her hand fondled my balls Vanessa worked her mouth down and sucked one into her mouth. As she sucked on it she also swirled her tongue around it, really impressing me with her oral talent. Then without warning she pulled her mouth from me and shrugged her shoulders so her robe slipped down some and her large, full breasts were free.
Using one hand she guided my erection between them and once there Vanessa pushed them together against my swollen flesh. She moved her body just enough that my erection slid back and forth between her succulent breasts and the feeling was enjoyable to say the least. When she also managed to swallow my head while continuing to squeeze my shaft with her breasts I was almost beside myself with pleasure. If nothing else this reminded me why I so loved big bosomed girls.
Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore without exploding Vanessa suddenly released my cock and stood. Without a word she turned and walked to the door and opened it. I stood there, not sure if I should be grateful to her for stopping before it was too late or I should wring her neck, when she turned her head. The robe slid off her body showing she had on one thing under her robe – a frilly red thong which drew my eyes to her big round ass.
“If you want to continue this then follow me” she said before giggling and with that she strutted down the hall.
It took me all of ten seconds to wipe away the remaining shaving cream from my half shaven face and after picking up her discarded robe I hurried toward Vanessa’s room. The door was open and I saw her sitting on the bed with a come hither expression on her pretty face. Once I reached her she wasted no time but again took me into her wanton mouth.
Her lips slid along my full length as her tongue swirled against the bottom of my shaft forcing a groan from me. Vanessa bobbed her head as she swallowed me deeply before pulling off while leaving a hanging strand of saliva on my cock.
“Brad I have an idea. Why don’t you lie down and get comfortable so I can try something.”
Once I was stretched out on the mattress Vanessa removed the belt from her robe and crawled toward me on the bed. Playfully she wrapped it around my wrists after which I allowed her to raise my arms above my head. She tied it to the headboard next but I wasn’t worried knowing that it wasn’t tight enough to actually keep me captive. But I found it kind of hot so I went along with her game.
I was rewarded by Vanessa straddling my torso and leaning down to kiss me. When our lips met an electric shock went through my body and I discovered that her mother wasn’t the only good kisser in the family. Her full lips parted and my tongue slithered into her mouth where her tongue met mine. They circled and danced with each other for a time until she pulled her head away from me. She swooped in again and kissed me but it was brief and this time she ended it by biting my lip.
Vanessa must have liked doing that as I saw amusement reflected in her big, brown eyes but right afterwards she leaned down so that her long blonde hair trailed across my skin. She worked her way down my body and as she did her hair teased me the whole way. From my chest to my stomach and from there to my swollen groin and beyond that to my legs.
Then her hand grasped my hard cock at the base and tilted it up at a forty five degree angle from my supine body. She started to lick it now, her nimble tongue exploring every bit of it from the base to the swollen crown and back again. While she did this she rested her pelvis on my leg and I could feel the heat and wetness emanating from her pussy through the material of her thong.
In fact the longer she worked me over, the wetter she became. Vanessa was obviously someone who became really turned on by sucking cock. She then started to squirm on my leg, grinding her mound against it and she was letting out tiny moans as she did so. This was too much for me so I had to say something.
“Vanessa it’s pretty clear that you’re turned on right now. Why don’t you let me go so I can return the favor and lick your hot little pussy for you.”
Her eyes met mine as she still was licking me but a few seconds later she stopped.
“You want to eat me Brad? That is so hot.”
She let go of my erection and then slid up my body until she was over my chest. As I watched she pulled the thong to one side and I saw her sweet peach for the first time. Unlike her mom she was totally bare down there with not a wisp of hair remaining. Her pussy was swollen and I could clearly see the juice inside her fruit and I greatly desired to taste her. I extended my tongue and wagged it from side to side in an invitation that Vanessa immediately accepted.
She scooted her body forward just a little and I also raised my head to meet her. Once her pussy reached the range of my tongue I licked it prompting a squeal from her. Her hands grabbed me by the hair as I ran my tongue the length of her delicious pussy lips but she wanted more.
“Put it inside me and fuck me with your tongue” Vanessa demanded to which I eagerly complied.
I pushed my tongue out to its limit and rocked my head up and down to drive it as far into her as I could reach. As I did she aided me by pulling on my hair and pushing her pelvis toward me at the same time. In this position my nose bumped into her erect clit as we came together and soon she was moaning uncontrollably.
“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop, I’m almost there” she called out so I somehow increased the speed of my head and neck.
That sure did the trick as in less than a minute Vanessa let out a drawn out wail while clamping her large thighs on my head. I felt her body shaking in the throes of passion and my tongue was bathed by an increased flow of her intoxicating womanly nectar. This went on for a while before her legs loosened around my head. As much as I’d enjoyed it I lowered my head back because my breathing had been restricted a little, though I couldn’t imagine a better way to go than being smothered by Vanessa’s succulent pussy.
Once I’d taken a few big gulps of air I brought my face up again and I resumed licking Vanessa. She smiled as I did and when I zeroed in on her clit she oohed and aahed. I circled around it then flicked it with my tongue before circling it once again. Her fingers gently ran through my hair as I licked her sex feverishly. Occasionally I’d move south and lick her lips and inside her juicy core before again returning to her swollen clit. After a while her breathing became faster and louder so I picked up the pace with my tongue. I knew I hit the jackpot when her hand suddenly pulled hard on my hair and she groaned loudly.
With a sigh Vanessa leaned back as she recovered from her latest orgasm as I continued to lick her. Finally she let go of my hair and moved down my body. During this period of oral delight I stayed as hard as a steel beam and my reward was on its way down. As soon as she was straddling my hips she reached down and took hold of my erect cock.
She guided it to her entrance and sank down on it impaling herself. Vanessa let out a gasp as my cock filled her tight hole and once she bottomed out she raised her hips up until only my head remained in her. She teased me by then rotating on my swollen crown but her lust got the better of her and she sank down again onto my shaft.
“Vanessa if you want, lean down so I can suck on those delicious looking nipples while you ride me” I told her lustfully.
My suggestion must have appealed to her as seconds later I was suckling on her large breast while of course paying special attention to her tasty nipple. She rested her hands on my chest as she rode me and the breast that wasn’t in my mouth swayed gently as she did. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat as my mouth sucked her and my tongue lashed her hard nipple. Vanessa groaned appreciatively from that or maybe it was from the feeling of being filled by my thickness.
Either way she was making a lot of noise but she was a wild one. Suddenly she stopped moving her hips and instead sat upright pulling her tasty breast away from me. Before I had a chance to complain she began to rotate her hips in a circular movement while running the tips of her fingernails down my torso lightly.
“Damn Vanessa you are something else” I exclaimed as I started to pump upwards rapidly.
That caught her off guard for a moment but she soon recovered by reaching back and taking my balls in her hand and gently squeezing them causing me to moan loudly.
“You have no idea Brad. But tell me something baby, now that you’ve tried us both. Who’s a better fuck, me or my mom?”
She laughed after she said this but that was probably due to the shocked expression on my face. Not that there was any way I planned on going there with her but Vanessa was persistent, I’ll give her that.
“Come on Brad, I want an answer. That is if you want me to make you cum.”
There was no way I’d let myself be forced into that but I also intended on cumming. So I simply twisted my wrists around until my hands were free which surprised Vanessa. Then I grabbed around her waist and rolled our bodies so I ended up on top of her large soft body. Thankfully she released ‘my boys’ when this happened leading to no damage.
“That’s not an appropriate question Vanessa but I’ll say your bondage skills suck” I told her right before I started to pound her hard.
For the next few minutes she couldn’t get a word in as I drove deep with every thrust; the most she could do was moan. She certainly had more cushion for the pushing, that’s for sure. This position was more to my liking anyway, especially for making me cum so I went all out. Right before I came I pulled out as I had no way of knowing if she was on birth control and there was no way under the circumstances I was going to risk it.
I managed to scramble up her body slightly before my first shot exploded from me and landed on her left breast. By the third shot Vanessa had brought her head up and taken my shooting cock into her wonderful mouth and sucked me until I was drained. When I was through cumming she released my cock then licked her lips lasciviously and smiled up at me.
“Well, I doubt my mom would do that for you. It would be too messy” she stated before giggling.
Collapsing on the bed beside her I shook my head. She was certainly right about Annette not swallowing but damn! That was her mother she was talking about and it somehow didn’t seem right to talk like that considering we were both betraying her and under her own roof to boot.
“Vanessa we need to talk” I told her as seriously as I could. “What just happened was great but it was also wrong. If your mom found out…”
“Brad I’m not an idiot and no matter what you think I love my mom and I don’t want to hurt her. So we just can’t let her know about this. Sure she can piss me off and stuff but I wasn’t doing this to pay her back or anything. I’m just a little bit slutty and having you staying here gave me an opportunity and I took it. It wasn’t like I ever tried anything before while you guys were going out. Call it a case of temporary sexual insanity, that’s all.”
Feeling better about the situation I nodded at her.
“That’s cool. I know it’s not like me and your mother will be getting married or anything but normally I have more control.”
“Well you’re not the first guy who let your little head take over around me. That’s the price I pay for being so desirable” she replied as she took the little fella in hand making me groan. “Am I wrong or do I still sense some life left in him?”
She was right about that. When she wrapped her hand around me it stirred a little and when she moved her head there and took it back in her mouth I realized it wasn’t over yet. Well in for a penny, in for a pound I figured. It wasn’t like at this point it much mattered. She then began to give me the sloppiest, nastiest blowjob I’d ever received. In order to harden me faster she slapped my cock against her cheek with more force then I would have used and once I was three quarters there she took me in her mouth. The saliva ran down my shaft as she deep throated me and it was pretty clear she had no gag reflex the way she impaled herself.
At the rate she was going it felt like she was trying to literally suck any remaining cum straight from my balls even before I’d fully hardened. But no matter how turned on I was getting, I didn’t want to cum from her mouth. Since I assumed this would be my last time with her I wanted to feel her sweet pussy around me once again. I like receiving oral as much as the next guy but nothing tops the feel of a hot, wet pussy and Vanessa’s was both.
So I reluctantly pulled her head from me and rolled her over so she was on her side with her back to me. I pushed her bottom leg up so the knee was bent as I moved onto my side. Sensing what I was planning Vanessa lifted her top leg in the air giving me unfettered access. Taking my cock in hand I shifted right to where I needed to be and slid back into her juicy pussy.
Resting on my elbow I pumped into her deeply while running my free hand over her extremely lush body. I played with her breasts and tweaked each nipple before moving down and stroking her soft midsection and from there I searched out her clit. As soon as I found it she reached down and again cupped my balls.
“Are you going to cum in me this time Brad ‘cause I think that’s really hot, feeling it shoot deep inside.”
“Is that what you want Vanessa?”
“Ooh yeah! And don’t worry” she said with a giggle “I’m protected, the pills are on my bedside table if you don‘t believe me. The last thing I need right now is to get pregnant while I’m just starting college.”
That certainly was encouraging news to me. Nothing I enjoyed more than filling a sweet tight puss with the cream it had rightfully earned. But I planned on waiting a bit before giving her the special delivery. So I continued to slide my full length back and forth as I fingered her clitty. I noticed Vanessa’s face was beginning to flush so I nuzzled her neck and shoulder with my lips.
“Yes that’s nice Brad. Don’t you dare stop!” she gasped.
That I had no intention of doing. If anything my kisses became more passionate and my fingers now pinched her clit between them. I figured I was doing it right when her hand moved from my balls to on top of my hand and squeezed it. When I bit her neck she stiffened and all the muscles in her body tightened up. I waited until she relaxed a little to move, pulling out of her which caused her to sigh.
“Come on Vanessa, I want you to turn on your stomach and spread those legs nice and wide for me.”
“Okay” she answered simply and did what I asked.
It was such a beautiful sight that I had to stare for a minute. She looked so delectable on her belly with her big, white ass sticking up in the air. Beyond that she had her head turned sideways so I saw the profile of her pretty face with her sweaty blonde hair plastered to her neck. But what really took my breath away was the view of her beautiful pussy between her milky thighs. It was swollen and open with her juices coating it. She became impatient waiting for me so she began to wiggle her ass in an invitation.
An invitation that I planned on responding to rsvp. So I grabbed the waistband of her thong and rolled it down. Vanessa aided me by raising her wide hips so I was able to easily pull it down her thick, smooth legs. She bent at the knees so I could slip them off her and when she did I grabbed one of her adorable feet and kissed it, going so far as to suck on her toes. But at that moment we both wanted more so I released her pretty foot and dropped it.
“Come on Brad, I want you back in me. Now!” she demanded though there was also a hint of pleading as well.
My hand swatted her cheek and made it jiggle as I crawled into position. Vanessa laughed and continued to shake her booty but as soon as I drove my thickness into her peach she just groaned and stopped moving. My body melted onto hers along its full length and by craning my neck my lips reached hers. Resting on my knees and elbows my fingers slipped under her and squeezed her soft, pillow like breasts.
My hips rose then fell slowly as I savored the feeling of her tight vaginal muscles on my cock. I didn’t want to go too fast but instead experience every fraction of an inch as it slid in and out of Vanessa. The head of my cock was engulfed the whole time as I was unwilling to remove it from her for even an instant.
Reluctantly I broke the kiss but that allowed me to increase the speed of my thrusting. Still every now and then I’d alter my pattern. Instead of pumping in and out of her, I would move my hips from side to side when I was buried fully in her. As good as both ways were I decided to mix it up again so without telling her why I removed my erection from Vanessa and sat back on my heels. That certainly got her attention.
“Why did you do that Brad?” she asked petulantly.
“Because I want you on your hands and knees so I can rock you doggy style.”
I had never seen her move as fast before as she did getting into that position and once she did she looked back hungrily but I was already moving. My body knelt upright and I moved forward just enough that my head was again nestled between her lips. Once in place I rotated my hips without going forward any more. Vanessa was having none of that and she pushed her hips backward until I was buried and her soft hips were pressed to me which is what I wanted.
My hand smacked her posterior to get her started and she was off to the races. Vanessa did the work, grinding against me or moving her hips back and forth, swallowing and then releasing my cock. It was cool to watch it disappear then reappear as she moved and her big ass looked great as did her clinging lips. When I felt she was slacking I’d give a light swat to encourage her though sometimes I just did it because it was enjoyable and she liked it too.
Finally I decided to take charge so I put my hand on her cheek to hold her in place while also using it for support. First I went from two knees to one knee and one foot and then to both feet as I crouched behind her. Keeping my hand on her ass I started thrusting hard and deep into her. I went as fast as I could and with each movement my balls slapped into her with a fleshy sound.
The longer it went on the harder I started to breathe and I began to feel myself getting close to cumming. My second hand grabbed her waist and I pulled her to meet my thrusts and that was enough. Volume wise it must have been less than the last time but it felt even more pleasurable as this time I fired deep inside Vanessa.
That orgasm totally wiped me out and as soon as I’d pulled from her, I sprawled on her bed and fell asleep. It was her shaking me roughly that finally roused me from slumber.
“Brad you better get up or you’ll be late for work” she told me when I finally opened my eyes.
Looking at her clock I realized she was right and I nearly jumped from the bed. By the skin of my teeth I made it to work where my supervisor asked me if the half shaven look was my new thing. I told him it was that or being late so I went with that look for the day.
In spite of my best intentions to not let it happen again Vanessa it seems had other plans on the matter. After that whenever we were in a room alone she’d do something like grope me or give me a quick flash of her breast or ass. It was damn hard to ignore especially as she was so sexy and I knew how wild she could get.
Then one night after Annette had made a booty call and then returned to her room I was surprised to feel a body slip under the covers with me and then a hand on my cock. My hand reached out and I could tell it wasn’t Annette who’d returned as the body was much too voluptuous.
“Are you crazy?!” I whispered.
She just giggled and a minute later I felt her mouth on me and I had to stifle a groan. As insane as it was I did nothing to stop her when she climbed on top and started to ride me. During this risky section I kept my hand over her mouth for the most part to prevent her from being her usual loud self and somehow we got away with it.
A few days later we weren’t so lucky. Again Annette made a late night visit and had left. Less than five minutes later Vanessa was in bed besides me totally nude. We hadn’t even started anything when to my horror I heard the door open and Annette stood there. I’m not sure if she had forgotten something or decided to come back for seconds but when she saw us together she let out a loud scream.
Vanessa jumped out of the bed immediately but since she was naked as a jaybird that only made the situation ten times worse. Annette turned on her heel and headed off yelling while her daughter followed trying to apologize. I simply got dressed then gathered my belongings together and headed for the hills or rather a motel where I checked in.
If I’d only done that to begin with than it all never would have happened that way. Well hindsight and all and you live and learn I guess. I did feel like a piece of shit by how I’d treated Annette but there was no way to change what we’d done. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed the sex with Vanessa – it was fantastic but it didn’t make up for me being an ass. From now on I resolved to not date anyone with a daughter. It was my safest bet.
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The Harem Pt.4

This the 4th chapter, I recommend to read part 1 to 3 first to understand the story. All described persons are of legal age. This is my first story and I’m not a native speaker but I’m happy for your criticism – good or bad. Please comment if you want the story to continue.

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The Existence – Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter to complete the opening of the series. I broke it into two parts because I didn’t have the whole thing planned out. I write the stories as they come to me and hope that those who read them enjoy the tale I spin. TY again for taking the time to read my stories. For those who are following Modern Mage; I am working on the next chapter but felt that I should introduce this place before continuing that tale.
Being that they walked in here I knew they were meant to find the place or had been brought by someone else who had been here before. The fact that they sat at my table with impunity told me that they knew the rules of the place and chose to display contempt for either me or my place. I didn’t appreciate that kind of attitude. I finished serving the drink orders I’d taken and let the other bartenders know I was stepping away for a few minutes. I took my time walking around the bar to head for my table. I used this time to size my visitors up. There were three of them sitting at the table and four more who positioned themselves around the room behind them. The guy sitting in the middle, directly across from my chair, appeared to be in his mid to late Fifties. His body language displayed someone who was there to enjoy the environment and relax, up until you looked at his face. He was smiling and acting like this was an evening out, however the truth was revealed in his eyes. He had dead eyes, no emotion showing in them; the look of a predator. I’d seen enraged werewolves and vampires in bloodlust that looked friendlier than this man sitting at my table.
The two women on either side of him had a similar dead look in their eyes. I tagged them mentally as bodyguards due to a few factors. They never looked at the gentleman they sat with; instead observing the rest of the room constantly. I’d give them credit for intelligence if they had even thought to look up; the security team on the catwalks went unobserved. They looked like arm candy being tall curvy blondes with blue eyes wearing short dresses, however the clothing was cut to not restrict their movements. I spotted Sam and George moving into position near the other four members of their party in case trouble started as I sat in my chair across from Mr. Dead Eyes. “Good evening and welcome to my place. Can I assist you with anything this evening?”
My new friend smiled with all the warmth of a hungry shark before he began to speak. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Masters, however I am not here to be assisted. I have other plans for this night.”
I kept a friendly expression on my face and sat back in my chair. I brought my foot up against the table leg, using the leverage to lean my chair back onto the rear legs only. “Since you’re obviously not hear to enjoy the atmosphere let’s both speak plainly. You and your bodyguards are welcome to stay, but don’t start any trouble. My staff and I will stop it and there will be no second chances here.”
He didn’t look in the least disturbed by my statement, nor did I expect him to be. He looked around the place slowly, eyes flicking from place to place. I gave him more points for intelligence than I did his bodyguards when he looked up and spotted the catwalks. The look of a hungry shark came back as he started to reply, “While I applaud the impressive security you have here, if I decide to start trouble they will be useless to your survival. If I kill you first, you don’t think I can buy their services. While I may at some time test that idea, tonight I’m not here for you. I have a job to do here tonight and can’t let you interfere with it. Stay out of my way and there won’t be any trouble.”
“If you came to talk to me first you know my rules and that I can’t and more importantly won’t let you do anything to violate the sanctuary I offer to anyone who comes here. If you choose to try and do so, you will answer to me and my staff. As for killing me,” I gave him my own predatory smile, “many have tried just that through the years and I’m still sitting here talking to you. Explain to me why you are really here and I’ll see if I can assist you.”
“You spoke plainly and so will I. I’m here to retrieve someone who is a frequent visitor. This is the only place where they aren’t surrounded by a small private army of bodyguards. I’m going to take the person out of here and return them to the person who hired me. You and your staff members will stay out of my way and not interfere. That is how this evening will go unless you want more trouble than you can handle.”
I sighed, dropping my head to my chest. This was a signal for Sam and her security people that things may be going south very fast and to be ready. I looked back up into my visitors face, “Final warning, if you try to star something in here you will fail and I’ll give you to the people you are trying to interfere with for punishment. If you knew anything about me or this place you’d know I’ve handled more trouble than you can bring to bear against me. If you want to go to your graves tonight, I can oblige you; otherwise drink, relax and obey the rules or get your asses out of my bar. Your choice either way.”
When things started they happened quickly. One of the original supernatural patrons entered the front door. Her name was Ynara and she had the potential to be one of the most powerful Ascendants in time. Her father had been an Archmage of legend and her mother was a Fallen Angel. She stood at an even five feet, trim build with perky B cup breast and an apple bottom. Her hair was a deep fiery red highlighted with black, it fell wavy all the way to her knees. She had blue eyes the color of a twilight sky with little fleck of red burning in them. She made everyone who met her think of the Love & Theft song Angel Eyes. She was wearing a conservatively cut white sheath that made her look hotter than any club wear could have. She was under the protection of several of the supernatural leaders in this City. Ynara was from Los Angeles originally and I knew of several groups who wanted her back there where they could control her. The moment she stepped through the door I knew things just got very messy.
Mr. Dead Eyes stood quickly, extending his right arm toward me as his bodyguards turned to face any threats coming from the sides. I reacted immediately, pressing my foot against the leg of the table, tipping my chair back to get clear of his line of fire. Two of the Mr. Dead Eyes other bodyguards moved to grab Ynara as soon as he had stood. George grabbed the one he was closest to by the back of his neck holding him from moving towards her. Sam being a vampire moved with inhuman speed kicking the other man who approached Ynara in the knee shattering the bones in the joint to splinters with the impact interposing herself bodily between the remaining men and their target. All this happened in the time it took my chair to hit the floor.
The second I hit the floor I was already rolling away to regain my feet. As I came to my feet, I drew two throwing spikes from my sleeves prepared to throw them. The place went silent except for the man screaming in pain with a shattered knee as I faced the man who disturbed my peaceful establishment. I held the spike ready to throw even though I expected I wouldn’t need them. The security team on the catwalks had weapons drawn and aimed at the three standing before me. Sam had her sidearm out pointed at the head of the third man that came in with our friend. The last of his men was standing still with his hands up right where he was when everything started. That’s when I noticed JD standing behind him and the edge of a sword pressed to the side of his neck. “I warned you that my staff and I could stop any trouble you started in here. Now I proved it to you. You have two choices left to you and I’ll recommend the first one. Walk away now, leave my club and get out of my city. Don’t come back again. She is under the protection of too many people for you to mess with. Now that you violated the sanctity of my establishment to grab her I am placing her under my protection as well. The second choice is to die, whether that is by continuing in your actions here, leaving the bar and not the city, or coming back after you leave the city. I don’t have the desire the kill you but I won’t hesitate to do so. Which choice are you taking?”
He looked like I pissed him off, and I liked that fact because it would make him sloppy. “You have no idea who I am or what you’re messing with. I’ll offer you a similar choice and we’ll see how the rest of the evening goes. You can get out of my way, hand over the girl and let me walk away with her or you can choose to die here and now.” He had a look of confidence on his face that spoke volumes about his opinion of his skills and those of his people. I hate standoffs like this, invariably both sides think they’ll win and people, usually innocent bystanders, wind up getting hurt. The Bar area was slowly clearing out while we were talking. The only people left in this area were my staff members and his people.
“Like you said to me earlier, do you think your people will continue to fight if you’re the first to die? My people know exactly what happened to this club and for them when I do. They know they’ll be taken care of and the Existence will remain an Elysium long after I’m gone. Can your people say the same about you?” He paled a little at that last question which may just give me the edge I needed to resolve this situation peacefully. I had my doubts but I would try. I have killed enemies in the past and would do so again when needed, but I always tried to resolve the situation first. Unfortunately some people just needed to die. “Last chance to leave, anyone who stays to cause trouble doesn’t see another sunrise.”
The guy whose knee had been shattered started to drag himself across the floor towards the door. The man being held by George was also trying to get to the door; George assisted him in making a quick exit. He picked him up and threw him out the open door as the other guy crawled outside. The two men with weapons trained on them and his bodyguards stayed. We were all watching each other closely waiting for someone to make the move that sent this situation to hell in a hand basket. The bodyguards started it up again as the one on his right placed herself between me and her charge. He swung his aim toward JD to get his other man clear. I threw both spikes I was holding, the first towards Dead Eyes head and the second towards his weapon. The first spike was intercepted by his bodyguard, burying itself to the grip in her neck taking her out of the fight as she grabbed her neck and fell. The second missed his gun as he swung his are to aim at JD. It glanced off his arm because of the angle it hit at. His shot didn’t hit JD cleanly, but clipped his ear as it went past him. JD spun away from the hit pulling his sword away with him allowing that man to act. The other bodyguard stepped up onto the chair and dove across the table at me with a blade in her hands while the man Sam was watching moved to spear George. The man who got clear of JD’s drawn sword started to draw weapons from under his coat. Sam was of course pissed at me and I’d pay for it later because I had given her only one choice of action in the situation. Sam and I had been fighting side by side for some time and she took my safety as being more important than her own, but when I put Ynara under my protection she had no choice but to get her to safety and leave me in this fight.
JD moved quickly, closing back in with the man he had been guarding. JD positioned himself so that the man he faced was between the boss’s weapons and himself. As the man drew his weapons on JD, he was moving to try and get him into a cross fire. JD took one hand off the hilt of his sword extending it towards his opponent and spoke, “Present Firing Pins.” There were suddenly two small objects in his palm that he dropped to the floor before taking hold of the hilt again. The man brought both pistols in line with JD and pulled the triggers. They failed to fire. The man looked shocked at this and dropped the firearms. JD stepped into him swinging low with the sword he slashed into the man’s leg on the outside of his knee severing the muscles and tendons causing him to drop to the floor.
George took the spear without moving. The man that charged him obviously didn’t know what he just attacked. George grabbed the man by the arm twisting it up and behind his back hard enough that you could hear the bone snap over the noise of the fighting. He kicked the guy in the back of his knee causing him to fall to the floor. George held him there by placing his foot onto the back of one of his legs and shifting his weight onto it.
As the bodyguard came over the table at me I spun away to the side. While my reflexes were pretty good, she was better with that knife. It sliced into me, cutting a gash from just next to my spine around the right side under my ribcage. I’ve had similar injuries before and forced myself to ignore the pain for the moment. During the spin, I drew the knife I kept on my side. As her blade exited the flesh under my ribs, I drove my knife down at her waist severing her spinal cord. She landed poorly rolling across the floor with the hilt of my knife protruding from her back as she stopped against a couple of barstools. I stood to face the man who started all of this. My jeans and shirt ruined as blood flowed from my side down my leg onto the floor. I refused to let Dead Eyes see the pain I was in so I straightened up to my full height and looked him in the eyes.
The fight had only lasted a few seconds, and behind him Elayna stood with a Derringer pressed against his skull. His arms were raised and his sidearm was being held by Jarvis who as always was at his mistress’s side. I knew I’d pay for what I was about to do, but the reputation I and the club had about how we handled trouble would get a major boost from it. I walked around the table, feeling my muscles stretch and tear with every step I took. When I stood directly in from of him I looked in his eyes and spoke, “I gave you every chance to leave here and not cause trouble. You chose to ignore our reputation and my warning. I also told you exactly what I’d do if you didn’t leave.” I looked over my shoulder to see a pissed of Sam standing with Ynara. I nodded to same, letting her know I wanted her to come over here. She walked over behind him, grabbed him around the waist with one arm and using her other drew his head back and to the side exposing a long line of his neck to her. “You’re dead now, as is anyone in your crew who isn’t already dead or gone.” With that said Sam extended her fangs and bit down. She drained him fully while the surviving members of his group watched. We moved his body along with the rest of his survivors into one of the private rooms to be fed on by any vampire that wanted them. I didn’t like it very much but I kept my word once given. No one messes with the patrons in my place.
As soon as they were removed from the main bar area I headed for the stairs to our apartments. I knew that I’d be fine, but I couldn’t let my patrons know exactly what I was. Made them think about things before violating the rules. Once I got upstairs into the common room I grabbed a talisman I kept in there. I ran it over the wound, closing it instantly and repairing the damage under the surface as well. I set the talisman back where we kept and headed for my room to jump in the shower. Just as I entered the hallway and turned toward my room, Sam came up the stairs and decked me. She was being kind apparently because while it hurt the punch didn’t shatter my jaw. “Boss, if you ever do that to me again I will shatter your jaw. I know what you are and what you can do, but you aren’t any more immortal than me.” She spun on here heel and went out onto the catwalks over the club area to watch the dance floor. I’ll admit that I deserved the punch. I jumped into the shower and cleaned he blood off of me while a few members of my staff took care of cleaning up the bar. After the evening started the way it did, I decided to be prepared for any more trouble. I dressed in black jeans and a black silk shirt. I put on my holsters. I was a pure righty when it came to firearms. I carried three pistols, all of them 45s. One each in a shoulder, back and hip holster each loaded for different targets. Silver in the back in the event I had to deal with a Were creature, Tracer rounds for the Vampires in the shoulder rig and jacketed hollow points for all the rest in the one on my hip. Over those I slid my leather duster with my Benelli M3 Super 90 inside the front in a specially designed holster for it. This is the shotgun I would hang under the table when I sat there. I think that more than anything is why Sam punched me. If I’d had that from the beginning we’d have had less people to deal with during the fight and I’d likely not have been injured. I didn’t go back to tending the bar, I took my chair on the catwalk between the bar and club. I watch the people going about their lives and I’ll tell you a secret. Whether human, vampire, mage or anything else; they are all still people with personalities and lives. I wouldn’t let any of them be harmed while here. Once under my roof, you were my responsibility. Some would call me as much a monster as the vampires for handing the survivors over like that. I say that the choices we make every day make us monsters or not. My choice to provide a safe place for all people may not make me a saint but protecting those same people doesn’t make me or my people monsters.

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My Polish Neighbour Chapter 5

My Polish Neighbour Chapter 5
Maria disappeared to her flat leaving my with my shrivelled cock dangling outside my pants in the cold, having had a beautiful but quick mouth there. I panicked wondering how I could face Mum who had caught us just when I came in Maria. My trousers were dripping with wet spunk, spilled by Maria in her haste once she saw Mum.
I walked aimlessly round the darkened rec and streets fearing going home, but could put it off no longer.
Bracing myself for the worst, I opened the front door quietly and crept in. No one appeared. Walking toward the living room, I saw Mum, half facing away from me with her back to the door, in her favourite chair alone with a bottle nearby and half a glass of wine in her hand. I did notice, to my utter amazement, her other hand between her thighs with her skirt exposing her mid-thigh so that I could see the tops of her stockings and some of her white flesh but not her hand which was moving slowly somewhere else.
This was the last thing I would have thought she would be up to. Dad was obviously out as usual, probably at the pub after work. I found myself stuck not knowing what to do, but aware she hadn’t heard me. Torn between fear and prying on her in a very private moment, between escape and being exposed, I just stayed very still and watched. She was obviously the worse for drink as she was talking to herself but slurring her words.
“The lit’le bastard, so that’s what he’s up to is it. I hate her. I could slap her face the bitch, right outside our flats too, brazen shit. And why doesn’t his fucking father come and do me for a change. I ain’t getting any from anybody. He’s at the pub trying to make it with that slut of a barmaid who’s been there ten minutes and thinks she owns the place and the blokes in it too. Well fuck em all, fuck em all.”
I wanted to go and hug her, I felt so sorry for her in my teenage mind. I was trapped where I was totally impotent to do anything and certainly without that kind of courage.
“Oh god even my little clitty won’t do it for me tonight. Maybe it’s the booze. Another swig might help for god’s sake.”
She downed the whole glass, put it down and lifted her hand to her open blouse and reached for her tits under her bra. Her other hand began moving faster, though I couldn’t see as she was facing more away than toward me.
“Come on my little one, just for me, oh just for me.”
She went quiet, her eyes closed as she moved her hands more impetuously and faster. I stood for what must have been about five, ten minutes losing all sense of real time. I was very hard though I didn’t think of wanking. Mum was getting more impatient with her rapid hand movements at her pussy and tits. Suddenly,
“Oh shit, shit, I can’t even make my fucking self. Damn, damn you all.”
She picked up her wine glass and threw it into the empty fireplace, smashing into hundreds of shards.
I decided I had better not go in just yet and quietly made an exit, just as I had gone in.
Wondering around for awhile, I realised I couldn’t just stay out all night, so I would have to face up to her. Returning, I made my entry.
As I closed the door behind me and turned, I felt a sudden hard slap on my left cheek, followed by another. I grabbed her hands to stem her fury.
“You fucking bastard Ian. You lied to me and I go and catch you at it with her right in our back yard. Can’t you wait till your old enough? What’s she got anyway? She’s even older than me for god’s sake. I just knew you were having it off with her, aren’t you?
“Mum, I’m so sorry, so sorry I couldn’t help it, she just took me.” It didn’t really matter what I said, it only made matters worse.
“What with your father at the boozer and you getting off with her, I have had enough. Your father’s never home, and when he does get home he just ignores me. What you just got never happens here. Ian let go my hands now their hurting. I won’t slap you, I promise.”
I let her hands from my grip. Suddenly she put her arms around me and hugged me really tight; I felt her tits hard against my chest and held her close and tight to me as well. She even pushed her thigh between mine so that I felt her warmth below hard against me. I felt my cock harden against her. Nothing was said then. We just became very close as she tried to make up to me and show her love.
Then she led me into our living room still holding me tight around my waist and very close. As we got to the sofa, she nudged me onto my back as I fell into it. Mum then lay on top of me, pressing herself still very close to me.
“Ian, don’t let go of me, I need you so much. Your Father is a shit always neglecting me. Don’t you let me down will you? You surely can’t love her more than me, can you?”
I hadn’t heard her so desperate and I certainly wouldn’t dream of letting her down. How could I? What does she mean by a remark like that?
Just at that moment, Mum spread her legs either side of my right thigh, so that she was astride me, pressing hard into me. She placed her lips on my cheek to kiss me. I then felt her lips just lightly pass across mine, back and across, the merest touch but so arousing. My cock stiffened upright against her tummy as she began to ride me. I realised in my relatively immature state that she was riding her mound on my thigh, pressing against me.
“Please don’t move Ian, don’t move, just stay still like that, like that.”
I knew almost instinctively not to move but to just let her make the movements she wanted. Her lips still brushed mine so gently but with a controlled passion, as if she were trying to hide her need from me, yet share it. Her skirt had ridden up above her thighs so her pussy was rubbing against my trousered leg. I felt her pubic bone hard on my thigh. I also felt the softness of her pubes through my trouser. She must have been soaking for I could feel my trouser leg getting moist. I still kept very still. She was moving like an uncontrolled machine, kissing my cheeks, then from nowhere, back to my mouth but pushing her tongue into my lips to get entry. Feeling overwhelmed, I let my mouth open, only to have her exploring me round my tongue inviting me to respond which I did as if I had been all my life.
“Oh Ian my love that’s lovely, just right there. Don’t move will you. Keep right there, please, oh please. . .”
She started to shake on me and lifted her tongue from my mouth. I still held her close even though I wanted so much to feel her breasts, but didn’t dare. Then it happened. Convulsing, Mum shuddered over me moving her cunt crushing herself against my leg it was almost painful except it was wonderful to be part of the cause of it happening.
Screaming her need she finally collapsed on me, shaking from the moment of her release.
I lay under her as Mum started to recover, albeit totally wet from sweating.
Still over me, she became aware of me hardened cock pressing against her tummy. Kissing me again on my lips then tongue to tongue Mum ran her hand along my hardon. Just then we heard the key in the front door. Dad, obviously earlier than we had thought.
“Ian go to bed. I’ll bring you some supper. Do wait for me. I promise I’ll come to see you.”
Before he was in the door, I disappeared to my room and shut the door. Then there started the most awful exchange of angry words between them. Both my and the living room doors being closed it was muffled, so I couldn’t hear at all. Then it went quiet. I opened my door carefully to overhear them.
“I want it you fucking bitch. I am going to fuck the daylights out of you right now.”
“Well that’s a surprise, you seemed like you’ve forgotten how to do it, ye selfish shit. I hate you. You’re never here, always at the boozer. Fuck off back there to that penny bitch.”
Then an almighty wicking sound as I heard him rip her skirt and hit what must have been her bum. Through the key hole I saw him turn her on the sofa so her arse was facing him as she pressed her knees into the cushions. He was naked from his waist with his clothes round his ankles and was only semi-erect from his drinking. He pushed his cock toward her pussy.
“What a’you been up to without your panties then eh. So you can get to it easily or someone else can?” She ignored the remark, but he was near the mark.
Fortunately for him, she was still wet from her lovely cum, and it slipped in regardless of not being that hard.
He held her hips firmly as he shoved and pistoned her at the same time slapping her cheeks. She had gone completely quiet. Not a sound emerged from her. But I could see her fury as he plied himself in her. After about three minutes he stiffened, closed his eyes and shot his load into her passive cunt.
I hadn’t viewed Mum before like that and had mixed emotions, sadness at their lack of love for each other, fascination with my Mum’s darling pussy that had been against me a few moments ago, glad that she had her wish earlier as well, appalled at my father’s treatment of her.
Retreating to my room again, I waited the outcome of their connection. He went in a huff to bed and was soon snoring loudly. I decided to get ready for bed and went to the bathroom for a belated wash and shower, hearing Mum in the kitchen preparing something for me and possibly us. The naughty in me thought of not wearing anything in bed with just a sheet covering. I had no idea how Mum would be so I did put on just the lower part of my jarmies.
Mum joined me with two bowls of rice pudding.
“I reckon we both need this Ian.”
She made no mention of Dad. I chose to take her queue. We passed the time warm together with cocoa after. Very cosy and family like. Then, “Ian, I’m so sorry what I said earlier about your friend Maria.”
I reassured her that I hadn’t taken it badly.
“Sounds like, you’ve been having a nice time with her Ian?”
“How did it happen that you’ve got so close to her then?”
I relayed the story of Phillip and I being invited round and how she had noticed that I wasn’t so interested in her cats but what a show she had put on doing it. I felt less embarrassed than I would have been without recent events having happened.
“You won’t fall in love with her Ian will you?”
It was a fair warning. But again I told her no chance.
“Good Ian cos the only person I want you in love with till you’re older is me, your Mother, Got it?”
“I’ve got it Mum, in one, and anyway I wouldn’t want it otherwise, she’s a good friend that’s all.”
“Do you like what she does to you?”
“Yes?”
“I liked what happened to me this evening before your Father arrived.”
“Oh Mum really?”
We had put down our plates and cups. Mum began to run her hand over my sheet covered lap and thighs, slowly sliding her hand across to my tummy naked above the sheet.
“Would you like me to look after you too?”
“How Mum?”
“Like this son, like this,” moving her fingers across the sheet to cover my cock, already half hard.
Her left hand trapped my cock under the sheet moving in line with it, until it became stiff against my tummy.
“Stay there, don’t move.”
Statue like, except my cock leapt up under the sheet involuntarily. Back in a moment from the bathroom, Mum had a jar of Vaseline.
“Sorry, Ian not quite what I wanted but I hope you like it.”
She opened the jar and wiped a wad onto her fingers. Pulling the sheet back she revealed my cock, smoothing along it with her unvaselined hand and she began a gentle stroking of my length.
“Ian, I hope this will be as nice as what Maria did, even though I’m not doing what she did.”
She then smoothed the Vaseline all over my cock from my head and down around my balls. Holding my balls in one hand, she wrapped her lubricated hand round me and started to give me a beautiful oily rub.
“Ian, try not to cum too soon. I want this to last while I talk with you, ok?”
“Oh sure mum, sure.”
“In my self Ian, I knew that you and Maria must have something going. And I don’t mind at all. You know that. I would like to get to know her if you didn’t mind. How do you feel about that?
“Oh Mum, I’m close, so close and I don’t mind at all as long as I can see her on my own as well.” She backed off the slide-slip and smiled.
“That’s lovely Ian, thank you. Its time I widened my circle of friends and she seems to be a woman of the world. Why has she not married? No leave that Ian. Its time I took care of this lovely beauty. Thank you for letting me. I want for you what happened for me this evening, so good, so good. I shall want more of you Ian. Is that alright with you?
Did you like my kisses then?”
“Mum it’s wonderful, just wonderful, just right too with that stuff. And I loved your kisses, they made me so excited.” With that she leaned forward, opening her blouse with her free hand to reveal her braless breasts, slightly floppy to my hands. Leaning further, she ran her lips across mine, pushing her wet tongue between my teeth. She paused her slip-slide to hold me back. I was panting now as my hands revelled in her soft flesh and our tongues moved with each other.
At that moment Mum leant back took my slimed cock in both hands and increased the pace so that it would be impossible to retreat again.
I tensed completely, my cock being taken totally over the top to cum over her arm and breasts.
I was speechless and shattered from the sheer height she had taken me.
Mum held me close once I had recovered and put her spunked arm round me to cuddle me.
She held me close as if I was the love she should have been having next door.

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My Son’s Best Friend Part 5 His Mother and My Son

My name is Karen, and I first appeared in Jackie’s story “My Son’s Best Friend Part 4”, where we all had a great time at Jackie’s sauna and her son Ricky fucked me good after a very dry season, as I had been neglected by my husband for a long time, while my son Zack took care of Jackie in the same space.
My nineteen years marriage was in a terrible phase: my husband, from a loving and caring man, became a workaholic addicted to money and position in his company: he only thought about work, travelled a lot internationally and spent months before coming home. When he occasionally came back, he was always spent, jet legged and had a lot of things to catch up at the head office, so we hardly had any quality time together, not to mention any good sex. My older daughter was already in college, so all I had was Zack at home and my successful work as a lawyer to get some satisfaction. Nevertheless, I was very frustrated.
After having sex and all the fun at Jackie’s, I felt bad sometimes: I had never cheated on Greg, my husband, and I wished we hadn’t come to a situation like that. Yes, it was his choice and his fault, I needed sex and I had gotten somewhere else what he did not give me, and it was good, but occasionally I felt wrong and guilty anyway.
Three weeks after that episode at Jackie’s sauna it would be our 20th anniversary. I talked a lot with Greg over the phone, email, texted him, and I got his commitment that he would spend that special night at home. I was happy and I hoped to rescue that special relationship, love and even the pleasant sex life we once had.
The big day arrived, and in the morning he sent me flowers. The day had started well. Greg called me from the office. He was already in town but, following his routine, he showered in the 1st class lounge at the airport and went straight to work. He assured me he would be home at 6PM.
I skipped work and prepared myself for the evening: I spent the morning in a beauty salon, hired a professional chef to cook a special French dinner, I personally fixed the table including candles, selected the champagne and wine, and obviously dispatched Zack to Jackie’s after school.
At 5:30PM I finished my make-up – including a quick spray of Chanel on my breasts and pubis – and started dressing: I had bought specially for the occasion a very expensive set of a red transparent lace garter belt and a minuscule G-string that did not cover my hairy pussy – Greg was always turned on by my bush – and was provocatively stuck inside my ass cheeks. I felt like a slut when I dressed it, contrasting with my white skin and with my usual discrete and conservative style. I put on a long silk red backless side slit dress, revealing my long well-shaped legs to my thighs. Complemented by 4 inch stilettos and my favorite diamonds set, I felt adorably elegant and sexy at the same time. Greg would certainly notice the difference.
At 6PM I turned the music on, popped the champagne already in the ice bucket, and waited for my husband. I was fuming at 6:30 when the phone rang: it was Greg, of course, saying he was very sorry, blah blah blah, but there would be an important meeting in Geneva in the morning, and he felt the local team was not up to it, so he was already at the airport. He was still trying to explain what was not explainable – he had just sad “he felt the local team was not up to it”, so it was his decision, and a very feeble one – so I simply yelled “Son of a Bitch!” and hung up.
I couldn’t believe he had done that again. I had planned everything, and of course my soul and my body expected sex to finish what was supposed to be a glorious evening. But I wouldn’t stay there, crying over spilled milk. I would have my revenge! I called Jackie, explained what had happened, and asked if I could borrow Ricky to make me company for dinner. She laughed and told me I could keep him for the night, if I left Zack as collateral. She told me to wait and she would bring him in momentarily.
In 30 minutes or so Ricky knocked at the door. He was charmingly dressed in a blazer and tie, and brought me flowers. My last tears were gone, I told him to come in, smelled the flowers, hugged, and kissed him in the mouth.
We had a lovely dinner and since he came in he was devouring me with his eyes. I was sure he hadn’t the slightest idea I could look and dress like that, and I had felt his hardening cock’s pressure against my body when he first hugged me. When we finished dinner, we walked to the living room and when I got there he hugged me from behind, his hard-on against my ass. I am already taller than him, and with my stilettos it reached the lower part of my butt. I stopped, cuddled, and let him start exploring my body, fondling my braless boobs. I turned, hugged him too and we kissed ardently.
He caressed my bare back and felt my ass, while I hugged him and grabbed his firm buttocks, feeling his cock’s pressure against my crotch. I felt his hand sliding into the slit of my dress and when he found the garter belt and then touched my pubic hair escaping out of my G-string I felt his cock pulse, grow and get harder as he palmed my pussy. “Not here – I whispered in his ear – let’s go the bedroom.” I wanted that lovely boy to fuck me in that bastard’s bed!
Once we got there I told him to undress. He did that in a flash, while I slowly removed my dress and stayed in front of him only with my garter belt and G-string. He came to me and started sucking by perky boobs and my nipples harder and harder, while he fondled my pussy from inside the thongs. I was so wet! I grabbed his pulsing hard tool, marveled again by its thickness. Another clear advantage compared to my husband’s thin wiener which in the recent years required some effort to stand up. I shivered in excitement with that comparison, pushed him gently to bed, and started blowing him.
It was so good! His cockhead was so big that it barely fit my delicate mouth. I licked it, pulled the foreskin down, cleaned all the precum, and finally managed to take it all in my mouth. I managed to swallow a couple inches more, not too much, so to make it up for him I massaged his balls and caressed the entire length of the shaft. It was not too long, actually, but the thickness was a big plus from what I could remember from our last and only fucking session.
He caressed the back of my head and fondled my tits, until he asked me to lie on my back. He kissed me again, first in the mouth, tits, bellybutton, and knelt between my legs. He carefully removed my G-string and, keeping the garter belt, started eating me. He started with my clit, licking it, and held it between his lips. He whispered: “Wow, Auntie, that’s big!” Yes, I have a big clit, almost 1 inch long when engorged, running a long way in the family. “Yes it is, baby, but take it easy or it will be discomforting for me.” He started tonguing my pussy from bottom to top and back, in long strokes, and then concentrated in my vagina, probing deep inside it. His nose touched my clit area and it was so good! He moved down and licked me intensely near the anus, and it was very arousing, as he inserted a finger looking for my G spot. Jackie had trained him well!
I was feeling I was going to cum, and I asked to come back to my clit: “Now it’s time, Sweetie, lick my clit.” He did that, licked and bit it with his lips while still massaging my G-spot with two fingers now. I enjoyed it in shock waves for a while, then it got more intense and I started to squirt all in his face. He was taken by surprised, almost choked, but was brave enough and continued with his noble mission, increasing his tonguing motion, and I finally started to cum. I shook, trembled, but he expertly removed his fingers from my vagina and held my hips, keeping my pussy open to his mouth, so he could keep licking my clit delicately and inserting his tongue deeply from time to time. I came forever, and almost fainted.
He came crawling, ley beside and hugged me. He had a big smile and my goo all over his face. “Oh darling, what have I done to you?” I asked. “It was nice, Auntie, it was salty and it was good to know how you were enjoying it.” I loved when he called me Auntie, and I licked and kissed him clean, like a bitch to her puppy, while he played with my tits. “And your hairy pussy and big clit makes me so horny, Auntie, I almost came just looking at you and eating you.” “That’s not acceptable, darling, I have a much better place for this beautiful hard cock to come” – I replied. “I want you in my mouth too, but I will do that later. Come here.”
I laid back and removed my garter belt. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. He positioned himself and I raised and bent my knees, offering my drenched pussy to him. He brushed his cock in my pussy a few times, placed the head at the entrance of my vagina and started the penetration. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers to help him, and the head was inside. I can’t describe the pleasure to slowly feel that tool filling me, his warm iron hardness stretching slowly and consistently my wet vagina walls. I held his beautiful face until his pelvis bumped into mine. He was all inside, and it was wonderful!
Slowly, he started moving. We looked at each other, smiling, he looked down at my boobs and back at my face, and we stayed in that exciting rhythm forever. He held himself in one hand and with the other caressed my tit with round movements and pinched my nipple softly.
He put again two hands on bed, raised his chest and started accelerating his movements, turning his head backwards, and I felt he was almost there. I was in the same pace, and increased my tempo to help him. I wanted to feel all his pressure inside me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling him inside me as much as I could, and started coming. He started moaning, first softly, than loudly, and was in full speed now, in and out me, bumping noisily against my pussy while he did that. I kept my legs tight around him and shook and screamed in ecstasy.
When we finally finished, he delicately hugged me still inside my soaked and creamed vagina, and we both turned together side by side, facing each other. We kissed, cuddled, his hand rested on my ass, until his cock was limp enough to slip out of my pussy, his abundant sperm dripping. We closed our eyes and may have dozed off.
I woke up with his rigidity pressing against my belly. He was still asleep, and I couldn’t avoid a chuckle, so he woke up too and smiled when he understood why I was chuckling. We went to the bathroom and spooned nicely when we came back. His boner was poking my ass all the time, his hands holding my breasts, and I asked him cheerfully if he was always hard. “Yes, it always comes that way with a naked hot woman – he replied – but maybe you can help me out with that beautiful round ass of yours.”
I was not expecting that. Greg the Prick, my husband, was not a backdoor fan and, although I was not a virgin there, it had been a long, long time. From my side, I never had any big pleasure anally, I only did it to please my sex mates, but Ricky was so sweet and so kind and attentive to me that I couldn’t say no. “OK, Sweetie, I will do it, but you will have to be very careful there.” “Don’t worry, I will. Do you have any lube?” he asked. Of course I didn’t, but I could not disappoint him and I had an idea. I stood up, put on my stilettos instead of my slippers, and walked downstairs gloriously and sexily naked, to Ricky’s great visual pleasure. I felt like a slut, and it was good!
In a minute I was back with a can of whipped cream, and Ricky opened a big smile. He would be my dessert, I owed him a nice blow after what he had done to me, and I had something more in mind. I told him to lie and covered his beautiful hard dick with cream. I licked him from the base up, occasionally stopping to kiss him in the mouth with my dirty face, and we laughed. Then I came back down and focused on his cock head, licking it to remove the cream, tasting its mix with precum, and finally taking it in my mouth. He moved sideways, turned me also sidewise still with his cock in my mouth. He took the can, spread some cream all over my pussy and started a 69. I managed to swallow a good chunk of his cock, helped by the taste and the slippery cream and he attacked my pussy with powerful strokes. Soon I sensed he was aroused enough for the next step, so I took my pussy away from his mouth, turned around, and lay beside him, my back to him.
“Spread some cream in my asshole, darling” – I instructed – “and also in your cockhead, then come in slowly”. I hoped the grease would help the penetration. He opened my butt cheeks and I chilled when I felt the cold cream inside them. I heard when he creamed himself and I felt the pressure of his cock, first outside my asshole, and when he sensed he was in the right position he slowly started to push.
He was very careful, but he was too thick and I was really not used to it anyway, so I did not relax enough and felt a sting. He stopped for a while, kept caressing my boobs and brought a hand down to my pussy. He played with my still creamy clit and vagina, and I felt a bit more relaxed when he started moving his cock again. The pain slowly subsided and I held his cock to feel where he was. His head was already in, his cock maybe a couple inches more. It would be easier now.
He kept his slow rhythm, small in-and-out movements, and soon I felt his body pressing against my ass, we had done it! There was no pain, but I felt a different sensation, much different than having my vagina filled by that magnificent penis. He asked me if I was OK, and I said: “Yes, darling, fuck Auntie’s asshole, it’s yours.” It turned him on, and he starting moving, increasing the amplitude, and soon he was pumping furiously. “I like that so much, Auntie, it’s so tight”, he said. It was not bad now: I knew I would not reach an orgasm, but I was pleased by the effect I had on him.
It seemed he was not totally comfortable, so he put all his cock inside me, held my body, and turned us around together, me in doggy position and he kneeling behind be. He held my hips and started pumping furiously. I felt him going deeper and deeper now and his cock getting bigger and thicker. Yet, no pain, and I felt good, my pussy tingling wet.
He started moving faster and faster, his grip strengthened, his breathing accelerated, and he started coming, banging my ass with his body and moaning with pleasure. I didn’t come, as I had expected, but I felt a very good sensation as I inserted a finger into my pussy and felt his cock stretching my backdoor. Finally, he collapsed over me, exhausted.
After a while we showered together and had a great night sleep. I awoke again in the middle of the night with his hard cock poking me, and I had to take care of that in my happy pussy, no complaints. In the morning, I picked Zack at Jackie’s and took them to school.
It was my best anniversary in many, many years, and I was glad that my stupid husband didn’t come. Literally! But I came a lot, anyway! I was a different woman, and I was happy with that transformation.
I went to the office and went to see a colleague from Family Law. I had to file for divorce urgently.

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The Last White Hope(Chapter 3)

This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our history and time line.
Chapter Three is about the Campaign & Election
I was campaigning in Alabama, when I got a phone call, saying that there was an emergency at home, and I need to be there ASAP.
I boarded the jet and flew directly to Miami. A car met me at the hanger, and with a police escort, I headed for the hospital. A group of reporters surrounded the main entrance. I raced into the hospital, to the flashing of their camera’s and their shouts of questions. I took the elevator up to ICU, on the 2nd floor. My son Tom was there to meet me, with the heart doctor. They filled me in on Joyce’s condition.
“She is in critical condition, suffering from a major heart attack. She is now in a coma. Quite frankly I am surprised that she has survived this long. I would suggest that you have us disconnect life support and let her go peacefully. There is nothing more that I can do for her.” He said as he laid everything out for me.
Doing what he suggests is extremely hard to do to someone that you love dearly, and has stood by you, through thick and thin. The doctor could see that I was in deep turmoil, over making this decision.
“There is not going to be much change here, why don’t you go home and discuss this with your family.” He said to me. “If anything happens, we will call you.”
Tom and I left the hospital to a mob of reporters screaming questions at us from all direction. Security hustled us into a waiting car, which took us home.
We contacted the rest of the immediate family and filled them in on their mother’s condition. I told them that I would fly them all out here to be with me when I had the hospital disconnect the life support. In 24 hours the kids were all here, and we left to go to the hospital.
The kids and I arrived at the hospital, again there were some media people around to take our pictures, and try to get an interview with me. We rode the elevator up to the ICU, and entered her ward. There was no change in her condition.
I nodded to the doctor, and they began to unhook her from life support. She was still holding on to her life. Each of the children gave her a kiss and a hug. As I bent over to give her one last kiss goodbye, she open her eyes and reached up to give me a hug.
“Don’t quit” She whispered to me.
She released me and laid back down, and the heart monitor went red line with a beep, and she was gone. I bent over and gave her still warm lips a last kiss, as tears slowly ran down my cheeks.
Our hearts were heavy, as we left the hospital in great sorrow. The trip back to the estate, was deathly quiet. We all were deep in thought, thinking about memories of her. The funeral was a couple days later, and then the kids all left to go back to their lives.
I moped around the estate for a few days, trying to determine just what to do. While I was out of touch, the campaign ground to a halt. Without me to man the ship, it was starting to sink. It was just after the Fourth of July holiday. My campaign manage came to visit, and we had a long discussion on just what to do.
“My heart is just not into this campaign anymore, since Joyce’s death.” I told him.
“Stewart then you either have to withdraw right now, so as not to waste people’s time, and money, or you need to get on your horse, and gallop right back into this race.” He laid it out for me.
“It is late, you are welcome to spend the night, let me sleep on it, and we will talk in the morning.” I said to him with a yawn.
All night long her words came back to haunt me. Don’t quit, Don’t quit, Don’t quit, I could hear it over and over in my head. I tossed and turned all night to those words. Finally at 5:00 a.m., I was up with a clear picture on what I was going to do.
We spent the rest of the morning in a strategy session, planning our next move to get the campaign back on track. I decided to hold a press conference in front of Miami city hall to announce my intentions tomorrow.
We arrived at city hall to a huge gathering of supports, and media personal.
“Thank you all for showing up here this morning. The last words that my wife said to me before she died was Don’t Quit. Those words have been echoing through my head ever since. I am going to follow my wife’s words, and Don’t Quit. This campaign is officially back on track. (large ovation). And and we will not stop until we reach the White House in Washington, D.C. (another large ovation). I thank you all for being here, and let us take this campaign back on the road.” I finished up with a flourish.
It was going to be a four-month race to the finish line, and right now we are in third place. We need help, and lots of it. Both parties have their National Conventions yet to go, which will give them a big boost in the polls. We need to figure something to counter act that boost. The only thing that I could think of, was good old fashion hard campaigning. Town to town, door to door style.
For the next couple of months I campaigned hard, I hit every state, pounding out my message. The super pac money was pouring into the advertising. I was slowly creeping up in the polls. The first of two debates were held, and I scored a knock down, if you believed the media.
I was in Nashville for a speech and a special with some Country Stars. There was a knock on my hotel door and my security guy came in. “There is a young lady outside who says her name is Lynn and she is from Miami.” He told me.
“By all means let her in.” I replied to him.
She walked in looking as good as ever(it has been a while since our threesome at the estate).
We exchanged greetings, and I invited her to stay for dinner so we could chat. It is never fun to eat dinner alone. She agreed to join me. After dinner we returned to my hotel room for some after dinner drinks. One thing lead to another and we ended up in bed.
As our kisses became more passionate, our tongues began probing each others mouth. I was squeezing her breast and pinching her nipples. She was really getting turned on as she was moaning into my mouth. Slowly I worked my way down her body, kissing and biting softly her neck. Man what a beautiful neck she has. I finally made it to those perfect mounds. I licked and sucked on her breast and nipples. I could see bumps form on her areola’s.
She finally started to talk dirty to me, “OOO that feels so fucking good, suck them harder you fucking bastard,” She said with a loud gasp. “My fucking nipples are so sensitive.”
I took her nipple in my mouth and suck really hard on it, then took my teeth and started to nibble on it. Then I used my tongue to lick that hard budding nipple.
While I was working on her breast, my hand moves down her tummy and through her bush, to her pussy. I gently rubbed her thighs, and then my fingers moved to her outer lips, gently stroking them.
She softly whispered in my ear, “My cunt is so fucking wet put your finger in me, and rub my fucking clit.”
I opened her lips and inserted my finger, and began to finger fuck her slippery slit. She was really wet, and was moaning and groaning out loud. My finger found her hidden jewel, and I started to gently rub on her clit, getting her more stimulated.
It was not long, and she moaned out loud, she clutched my arm tightly and locked her legs against my hand, as she was under the enchantment of an intense orgasm, that filled my hand full of her love juices.
I let her settle down, before I started to make my way down her body. She had a trim bush that smells full of her last orgasm. I spread her lips and inserted my tongue, and start to lick her pussy. I moved my tongue up and found her swollen clitoris, I started to lick and suck on her clit, momentarily she started to squirm again.
” O fucking shit, I going to cum again,” She cried out as my face got a bath from her orgasm. I stayed put and licked up all of her honey dew that I could.
“Ohhh baby you can sure in the fuck light my fire. I want to feel your cock in me. Fuck me now, Do it fucking now.” She started to beg as she began to pull me up to her.
I moved up to her on my knees and grabbed her legs and pushed them wide open, allowing me to invaded her wet hole with my cock. I pounded away at her, with her feet riding over my shoulders. I knew that I would not last very long, as I was fucking her hard and fast.
She started to softly scream, ”O God baby you feel so fucking good, I ‘m going to cum, I ‘m going too fucking cum.”
She was so hot, that my nuts started to cook in my sack, causing my cum to start boiling. It was not long and my cum was ready to explode up my shaft and out my exit hole.
“Get ready baby I am ready to blow,” I said as I blasted a load into her hot cunt.
We collapsed on the bed. We fell asleep in the arms of each other. I sure needed that release. She was just what the doctor ordered. She left the next morning, and I did not see her for the rest of the campaign.
Two months to go and things were starting to tighten up. There was talk about what happens if no candidate gets enough electoral votes. That was a raging debate on just how the President would be elected. A lot of talk about the 12th Amendment, and just what it said. The second debate was held and it seemed as if it was a draw for all three candidates.
One month to go, and I was exhausted. It seems like I did not even have a chance to change my underwear. The media blitz was overwhelming, my campaign was in a 24-hour mode, and getting a good night of sleep was out of the question.
The crowds at our campaign rallies were getting larger all the time. Unlike the other two candidates who staged their rallies, mine wasn’t. I would speak to ten people or a thousand people, it did not matter to me, as every vote counted.
I brought my Middle Class America (MCA) campaign to the big cities, and colleges, in the last few months. I was received very well by all the ethnic groups, and my speeches at the colleges drew large crowds.
The bookies in London, originally had me at a 50-1 long shot in the Presidential race, now had me in at 10-1, with the President at 3-1, and the lady senator was at 9-2 odds. Basically it is a coin toss between the three of us, but better odds on the other two.
A week to go and the polls had the President in the lead. I was still third, but I was closing the gap quickly. It would be a mad dash to the finish line, as I tried to be everywhere at the same time.
Election day, there is 538 electoral votes at stake, and 270 to win the election. This was going to be a very interesting race. The polls still had the President in the lead. He won his usually northeastern states, and most of the rust belt states. In the east central part, and the bible belt of the country the Senator was holding her own. I started to win the states west of the Mississippi river. It would come down to the west coast states and Florida. The President has always done well out there.
In a stun revisal I swept the west coast states and Florida, to win the most electoral votes, but not enough to win the election. I had won 221 votes and about 41% of the popular vote, the President won 189 votes, and about 35% of the popular vote, and the Senator won 128 votes, and about 24% of the popular vote.
The election is now in the hands of the House, as the Twelfth Amendment explains how this process works. The Senate votes for Vice-President, according to the same amendment. This has not been done since the early 1800″s. There were all kinds of shit going on, with the Supreme Court stepping to make some rulings, but finally things got straightened out.
In early December, the House and the Senate, both have done a couple of rounds of ballot voting, but nobody got enough votes for either office. Finally they decide to hold a joint session, and interview all the candidates. They allowed a day for each candidate. First up were the two Vice-Presidents. The Senate only has to take the top two vote getters for Vice-President. The House has to take the top three voter getters for President.
First couple of days the two Vice-Presidents were interviewed . The third day was the President turn, and the Senator was interviewed on the fourth day. Then finally it was my turn.

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The Girl Of His Best Friend

A story written for the ‘Calling All Writers 7’ competition on the xnxx forum. It is a shorter story only featuring one sexual encounter, but I hope you enjoy it. This story is based on an old tale, one which is not mine.

Fiction

Sis Comes Home For Memorial Day – Part III

When I woke up Saturday morning, I found I was alone in bed. I glanced around the apartment and did not see Melissa anywhere. Then I spotted a note on the nightstand. “Went out for a morning run. Shouldn’t be long. Love you… Melissa.”
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I had just turned the water on when I heard the door open. I heard the Melissa come in the front door. “You better not be taking your shower without me!” she said walking toward the bathroom. “Did you forget that we were going to take it together?
I stepped out of the bathroom telling her, “I thought you wanted to wait until after we got mom and dad’s approval for our new relationship.” She looked sexy in her running outfit. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her t-shirt was probably about a size too big.  She couldn’t have been wearing a bra because her nipples were clearly outlined. If the fact she wasn’t wearing a sports bra wasn’t surprising enough her chose of running shorts was even more so.They were bright red and so tight they you could make out the outline of her pussy. Her skin was covered from a light coat of sweet.
“That was just for making love silly,” she laughed. “We can find other ways to play Bro.”
I went back into the bathroom and turned the shower off. Sis was in the kitchen downing a bottle of water to quench her thirst.
“I have a few ways in mind,” I said with a smile. “What’s with the morning run anyway? We’re going to get a workout working in the yard and setting up tables at the folk’s house today. Not to mention the special workout I have in mind for you.”
She walked up to me guiding my hands to her legs.  “I don’t think you’ve really felt these yet. Not a bit of flab on them is there? I doubt even your special workout would keep them in this kind of shape. Whispering in my ear she told me, “Let me tell you a secret Bro, your little sister gets really horny from her morning runs.”
I was not surprised the way her tight shorts must have been rubbing her pussy with each stride. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hands up and down them feeling the tight muscles in them. I then moved my hands to her waist. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband I pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them. My face was now inches from her pussy. My hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating.
“Cat’s got your tongue again huh?” She asked.
It sure did and with those words my tongue parted her pussy lips and started licking. Every few licks my tongue would tease her clit. As her breathing grew harder so did my licking. She ran her fingers thru my hair as she started to grind her pussy against my face.
“Oh god your tongue feels good bro!” she moaned as I stuck my tongue into her hot wet pussy. “Oh yes!” she yelled. I started fucking her with my tongue.  Her breath started to come in short gasps. “Aaawwww fuuuck!” letting out an ear piercing scream as she started to come.
Not saying anything she pulled me to my feet and locked her lips with mine. Our tongues probed each others mouths in the most passionate kiss we had shared yet.  We moved toward the bed and she fell on top me. We broke our kiss and practically tore what little clothes we were still wearing off of each other.
She dove for my dick taking its entire length in her mouth. Her head was a blur as she fucked me with her mouth with the same enthusiasm as I fucked her with my tongue. “Suck it hard Sis!” I begged.
Just as I ready to come she came to a stop and slowly pulled her mouth off it. She started licking up and down the length of it occasionally taking the head in her mouth.  Whatever she did the change of pace kept me from shooting my cum down her throat.
I reached out taking her leg and pulled it toward me. Sis knew exactly what I wanted and straddled my face. “I’m glad you’re still hungry,” she told me lowering her pussy to my face. As she continued the tortuously slow licking of my dick my tongue slowly explored her pussy avoiding the sensitive spots I had discovered moments earlier.  I guess she decided two could play this teasing game as her long licks turned to soft kisses on my dick, balls, and thighs. Despite the slow teasing i felt that I was soon going to cum. I could tell that Sis was about to cum as well because her thigh muscles were starting to tighten. She must have sensed I was ready as well. Simultaneously she swallowed my dick as I sucked and nibbled on her clit and we both came together.
As we laid there recovering, I said, “Geez Sis, that was so intense my balls actually hurt.”
“I’d be happy to kiss them and make them feel better,” she said sympathetically.
“You’d end up with a face full of cum if you did,” I warned her.
“I’ll have to see if you live up to those words another time. Right now we need to get a shower and get over to mom and dad’s house.”
I pulled her to me and we kissed for a few minutes.
We got up and headed toward the shower. I turned the water to the shower on adjusting the temperature so it would be warm enough to be comfortable, but not so hot that we ran out of hot water. I had a feeling that this shower was going to last a while and get pretty hot anyway.
We climbed in and started washing each other. We didn’t miss a single inch of each others body.  After we finished washing, Sis put some shampoo in her hand and started washing my hair. She pushed me under the spray and rinsed it for me.
“I have another fantasy that needs fulfilled and I would bet you have the same one,” she told me as she handed me the shampoo.
“You’re right.  I have dreamed about it so many times I’ve lost count,” I told her honestly as I started washing her hair. She had her eyes closed and played with her breasts as I worked the shampoo into her hair and lightly massaged her scalp. After a few minutes she told me that was good but I had missed some. I poured a little more into my hand and shampooed her thick brown bush of pubic hair.
“I’m planning to let my hair grow long again,” she informed me. “But only if you’re going to help me take care of it.”
“You’ve got a deal,” I replied with a smile.
She pulled away and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.  I reached over to shut the water off for the shower.
“Not so fast… did you forget you bought me conditioner too?” she asked. “Make sure you work it in real good.”
I repeated the process with the conditioner instead of the shampoo. This time I did not miss taking care of her bush. I could tell she was enjoying my hands working the conditioner into her pubic hair.
“I think I know a better way to condition my pussy,” she said. Sis then put her arms around my neck and started to wrap one leg behind me.  Knowing what she wanted, I took her ass in my hands and lifted her up. She wrapped her other leg around me locking them together. With her back against the wall, my dick was pressed against her pussy. Slowly she started sliding up and down.  The conditioner had made things very slippery and the juices coming from her pussy made it more so. Melissa just stared straight into my eyes not saying a word as she worked her pussy against my hard dick. Her speed increased and she added some side to side movement as well. This time there was only soft moaning from each of us as we came again collapsing down to the floor of the shower.
The water was now totally cold bringing us back to reality. Looking at the clock, I knew we had to get going soon. “Sorry Sis, but playtime is over for this morning. We need to get dressed and get going,” I told her.
“That’s okay Bro. we have our whole lives ahead of us for playtime,” she said with confidence.
When we got in the car and started driving to our parent’s house, Melissa made a call on her cell phone. Speaking into the phone she said, “Hi dad. Mom asked me to call and let you know when we were on our way. Okay, we’ll see you in a few. I love you Dad.”
I reached over and ran my hand up and down her leg. “Melissa, I’ve been thinking about what you said at the airport when you said I should practice what I preach. I’d like to start running with you. Any time I start trying to do anything like exercise to stay in shape I just don’t stay motivated. Would you like partner?” I asked.
“I’d love that. Since we’re going to be partners in everything else let’s add morning runs to the list,” she said with excitement. “You won’t believe how much more energy it gives you to start the day.”
“I think I found that out already. Take it easy on me to start, I’m definitely not as good of shape as you,” I told her squeezing her thigh and feeling how firm it felt.
“I will, but seriously you seem to be in decent shape. You seem to have a lot of stamina,” she said eying the bulge in my pants. “You need to keep that under control for the rest of the day.”
“Hey that goes of you too,” I teased glancing toward her hard nipples.
“Damn, I should have worn a padded bra, but I don’t even own one anymore,” she cursed. Her eyes lit up as though she had an idea and opened the glove box. Reaching in she pulled out the first aid kit.
“You should have been a Boy Scout. You’re always prepared,” she said with a giggle. She looked around and told me, “We better pull into that empty parking lot for a minute.”
Not sure what she was up too, I did as she asked. I parked the car as she took off her t-shirt. She opened the first aid kit and pulled out two pieces of 4 inch square gauze pad. She lifted one cup of her bra and placed the gauze on her breast before pulling the cup back down. She repeated the action with the other breast. After putting the t-shirt back on she pulled it tight against her. Looking down, she checked the results.
“That seemed to work. Let’s go.”
“What about my problem?” I pointed out looking down at the bulge in my pants.
“Hmmm, I could give you a quick blowjob, but from how that went earlier you stay pretty hard even after you cum.” Her eyes lit up again as she looked in the first aid kit. “I’ve got it!” she announced as she pulled out the scissors from the first aid kit. You could hear the ‘snip snip’ as she opened and closed the blades as she stared at my lap.
“Sis!!!” I hollered. I knew she was joking but just the thought of it made me cringe.
“It worked though,” she said as she glanced down at my crotch. My hard-on was now gone.
She leaned over and gave quick peck on the lips.
“Okay, we’re both ready. Let’s get going,” she instructed.
We were surprised when we arrived to not find our parent’s sitting outside enjoying the nice morning as they often did. As we entered the house the smell of fried bacon in the air explained why.
“Just in time,” said my dad. “I thought we could share a nice family breakfast together.” The table was set for four with bacon and fried eggs on each plate. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and set it on the table.
Mom was finishing making toast. “Does anyone want a cup of coffee?” she asked.
Melissa and I both replied that juice was fine.
“You two really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Melissa said.
“Oh nonsense dear,” Mom said back. “You two are doing us a great favor by helping out. Your dad and I both hate to admit it but it is getting to be a little to much for us to do this every year. By the time our guests get here we’re too tired to really enjoy it.”
Looking at Melissa, Mom continued, “I know you’re gonna tell me you’re watching what you eat, but I don’t want you working on an empty stomach and passing out. If you want there is some fruit salad we got for the cookout.
“Spoil yourself this morning Sis,” I chimed up. “You said you like to treat yourself to a real breakfast every few weeks and you did skip your usual breakfast to workout this morning,” pointing out to her and trying to keep a straight face.
“I didn’t realize our new found friendship was going to include you ratting me out to our parents. I may have to reconsider things,” she said smiling sarcastically.
Mom noticed it was just playful banter between us but having some fun she asked, “Shawn was there something you should been ratting out about your little sister all these years?”
Caught off guard my stomach knotted up. Melissa came to my rescue and responded, “I promise I’ve been a good girl and Shawn has been a good boy. I only regret that it has taken us until now to become friends again.” She gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek. “Now let’s eat I’m starving.”
We both dove into our meals enjoying the first home cooked breakfast either of us had eaten in a long time. The rest of the meal was the normal chit chat people exchanged at breakfast. Melissa surprised me by eating a second helping.
When she finished eating I took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Okay Miss Piggy, it’s time to get to work,” I told her.
We picked up our plates taking them to the sink and rinsing them. Suddenly bolting toward the door she hollered out, “Last one out has to cut the lawn!!!”
Knowing that she hated cutting the lawn I maintained a normal pace and headed out side.
While I cut the lawn, Melissa took care of hosing down the patio and cleaning up the the furniture. Once all that was done we set up the tables and chairs. Our dad instructed us where he wanted them set up as he cleaned his grilling area up. That was always his domain and he had insisted on taking care of it himself.
Mom took a break from taking care of the food prep and brought us out some homemade lemonade while we all took a break.
With all the major work done I asked if anything else needed to be done.
“We did pick up some new flowers that need planted and some other work in the flower bed,” she said with sadness in her voice.
Like the grill had always been Dad’s domain, the flower bed had been Mom’s. It must have been difficult for her to ask us and admitting to herself it was getting to be to much work for her.
“Sure Mom, we’ll need your expertise to let us know what goes where and whatever else needs to be done,” Melissa volunteered.
That brought a smile back to Mom’s face knowing the flowers were still her baby and Melissa and myself were just doing the grunt work.
We went to work planting the new flowers with Mom pointing out where she wanted the various types. She asked Melissa to trim the dead growth from the existing plants while she went inside to finish some of the kitchen work.
I found myself starting to take in the sight of my gorgeous sister as she bent over working on the plants. With the the exception of not having the tight running shorts on she had the same look as when she came in from her morning run and I found myself getting hard remembering the hot sex we had that morning. Melissa must have noticed it and brought me back to reality. “Snip snip,” she said holding up the garden shears.
I picked up a small bit of dirt and tossed it at her. She in turn did the same which turned into a playful fight between the two of us. The forgotten memory of doing the same as kids came back to me.
“Okay you two,” interrupted Dad. “I see your playfulness with each other is still the same. You did a great job on the flowers and I am sure your mom will be happy with it. She and I still have a few things to do in the kitchen. Why don’t you both get cleaned up a little and relax in the living room.”
Walking into the house we both looked at each other nervously. The time had come to let our parents know what our feelings were and how we wanted to be together.
After Melissa and I cleaned up we went to the living room. Melissa sat down on the couch. I started to sit next to her, but instead went over and started fixing Mom and Dad’s normal afternoon drink. I mixed them a little stronger than they normally would. Looking up at Melissa I asked, “Do you want one also Sis?”
“You really have to ask?,” she said. “Maybe you should have one too.”
“Actually I’m fine,” I replied. I took Melissa her drink then and got Mom and Dad’s and set them on the end table next to the loveseat. As I took a seat our parents came into the room.
I pointed to their drinks on the end table and they picked them up and sat down next to each other.
Dad spoke up saying, “We really want to thank you both for your help today. We’ve decided this will be the last Memorial Day cookout we host. It’s just become to much for us for us both to handle. You were both kids when this tradition started. It is very special that you are both here for this last one.”
“You know this really doesn’t have to be the last one. Shawn and I have already discussed that we could help out every year. If you need help with the other things we can help with those as well,” Melissa offered.
“Hey remember when we were little how the two of us would take the snack trays around so everyone could socialize?” she directed at me.
“Yea that was actually pretty fun,” I said. Forgetting how I am usually uncomfortable around large amounts of people I added, “Let’s do that tomorrow.”
Mom about spilled her drink and dad looked just as shocked. Mom looked at Melissa and said in a demanding but joking voice, “Okay girl spill it. Where is your brother and who is this guy? Are the police going to be here soon and digging up my flowers?”
We all busted up laughing. As the laughter subsided, Melissa responded, “Come on Mom we may have been cold toward each other for so many years but we would never hurt each other.”
“We know that dear,” mom responded. “You two never even fought that i can recall. Your offer to help is so sweet, but we can’t bother you to come every year to help out. We know you can’t always break away from work even for the holidays.”
“As for the two of you serving the guests together again you have remember that most of the guests are getting old,” Dad said. “They’ve noticed how cold you’ve been toward each other. We might as well call the paramedics now to invite them because there will be a massive outbreak of heart attacks!”
Again the roar of laughter erupted. Mom’s comment about Melissa coming back every year opened the conversation to letting them know that Melissa was moving back. The conversation was about to become much more serious.
“Mom and Dad… I have something I’d like to tell you,” Melissa said with happiness in her voice. “I’ve decided it is time for me to move back.”
Before she could say anything further Mom and Dad both came over and the three of them embraced. Tears of joy were in everyone’s eyes including my own.
“That is great sweetheart,” Dad said. “We have some things we’ve been storing in your room, but it shouldn’t be any problem clearing them out. You can stay here as long as you’d like until you get your own place.”
The moment of truth had arrived. It was time to tell them our plans and how we felt about each other.
Melissa responded, “That is very nice of you to offer but I…” Stopping to take my hand in hers she continued, “we have decided…”
Taking over I said, “We have decided that the two of us would live together.”
Mom looked sad again asking, “I can see you’ve gotten along for a these past few days staying together, but isn’t Shawn’s apartment a bit small for the two of you to share for the month or so for you might need to find a place of your own Melissa?”
“You’re right Mom,” I agreed. “It is too small. Melissa and I really haven’t had a chance to discuss that yet, but it goes without saying we would need a bigger place. We should be able to find pretty nice place we can both call home.” I felt her hand squeeze mine lightly as her nervous smile transitioned to a happy one.
“Gee, when you put it that way it sounds so permanent. Your mom and I pretty much gave up that you weren’t planning on a new relationship. You’ve just been content living your current life alone,” Dad said looking at me. “We’ve been alright with that as long as it that is what you’re happy with.”
“But you Melissa…” Mom joined in the conversation, “from seeing the renewed interest you’ve taken in your appearance it’s pretty obvious that you want to have someone in your life. What happens then? Do you kick your brother out? Do you move out leaving him stuck in a place bigger than he’s comfortable with?”
“You’re right Mom I do want a long term relationship again, but Dad you’re wrong about Shawn. He wants one as well. The relationship we both want and have wanted for a long time is with each other,” Melissa said with a sigh of relief.
The full meaning may not have been apparent yet, but now the words were out there. Attempting to clarify them I placed my other hand over the one’s we were holding already. She placed her’s over mine. We looked at each other smiling and turned toward our parents. If not for the fact that we were siblings it would seem like any other newly engaged couple telling their parents the good news.
“Mom and Dad. Melissa and I are in love with each other,” I said to them with sincerely.
Looking a little confused as the words were sinking in Dad responded, “Well of course you love each other. Despite how cold you were toward each other growing up you’re still brother and sister.”
Taking her turn Melissa said, “We do love each other as brother and sister. We also love each other as a man and woman can love each other, both emotionally and physically.”
Before they had time to react to that, I added, “Did you ever wonder why we were so cold toward one another? You’ve said it yourselves that it started when we hit our teens. I think the emotional love has always been there although we were too young to understand it at the time. When we’d go to the zoo, I’d drag Melissa around showing off to her with what I knew about the different animals. Just like a boyfriend would do with a girlfriend. That is how we acted yesterday when we went as well including enjoying a beautiful sunset and the effect it could have on a couple.
Melissa continued, “When we hit our teens the attraction became physical for both of us. I could tell Shawn found me attractive. That is what gave me the confidence to start dating. After dating a few different guys I knew in my heart that it was Shawn I loved. I never acted on those feelings because I didn’t know until recently that he felt the same. I kept it to myself all these years because I thought he would hate me if those feelings came out.
“That is how it was for me as well with one exception. I never found the same self confidence she did until the other night when she dragged me to Coaches,” I said attempting to lighten the tension a bit. “The other couples there didn’t know we were siblings and treated us like a couple. Since I didn’t have to put up that wall with Melissa, I was more relaxed.”
Mom took a sip at her drink which was long gone already and asked, “Why are you telling us this? I mean you could have gone ahead with your plans letting us think it was a simple thing like a brother and sister offering support to each other following your broken marriages and what happened behind closed doors would only be for the two of you to know.”
“If we had proceeded behind your back and somehow you found out, we know how disappointed you would be with us. We want to be open with you about it and if either of you feel you can’t accept it we won’t do it. We would both bury those feelings deep inside of us and act like a brother and sister the remainder of our lives,” Melissa replied.
“So… you’re asking for our approval?” Dad asked in a raised voice.
I didn’t sense anger in his question but wanting to convey the strength of our feelings I said in a louder voice, “Yes sir. If this was a conventional relationship I would be asking you for permission to marry your daughter. Melissa and I love each other and want to live together as husband and wife.”
We all sat in silence for what seemed to be an eternity but in reality was probably less than a minute.
Breaking the silence Mom said, “You know as you were both growing up your father and I discussed many possible situations the two of you might get into and how we would deal with them. No parent ever wants to think it could happen to their children but we thought it best to prepare ourselves. We discussed things like drugs, early pregnancy, getting in trouble with the law, and others. We’ve been a fortunate family that nothing like that ever came up. This is a situation we never even imagined or prepared for.”
“Could you both give your mom and me time to talk privately?” Dad asked. “It shouldn’t be long. Maybe if you took a walk around the block together.”
Melissa and I both thanked them for hearing us out.
“Like your mom said we didn’t anticipate this situation, but we always agreed that no matter what you came to us to talk about we would listen” Dad said.
Still holding hands we left the house.
We walked in silence both reflecting on what we had told them and how they reacted.
When we reached the first corner, Melissa looked at me asking, “Well what are you thinking?”
“Well they stayed pretty calm about it and didn’t kick us out and disown us.” I said.
“Come on Shawn, we both knew inside that wouldn’t happen. We know our parents well enough that the worse that will happen is they won’t be able to accept it and we keep our promise to them that we return to a normal sibling relationship.” Melissa responded.
“Okay. I think it went pretty good myself. It seemed to be a lot easier than I thought it would be to tell them. I know I have problems saying how I feel most of the time, but when there is something I really believe in very strongly I don’t have any problem. They both know that and I think I expressed things with that same conviction today. Also the way we told them I think helped a lot too.”
“What do you mean?” Melissa asked.
“Did you notice how naturally we took turns telling them things or answering their questions? I think it demonstrated that both had the same feelings and how strong they are,” I explained. “How about you? What are you thinking?” I asked in return.
“I’ll keep it simple,” she responded pointing to a nearby house with a for sale sign. “We need to start house hunting.”
I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but since we grew up in this neighborhood and there were sill many people who knew us we had to limit our display of affection. Instead I put arm around her and gave her a quick kiss in her head.
As we reached the final corner we recognized one of the old neighbors. He spotted us as well and walked to the sidewalk greeting us, “Melissa and Shawn…It’s so good to see you both.”
I shook his extended hand telling him, “It’s nice to see you too Mr. Burns.”
“I think you’re a bit old to be so formal. Call me Tom.” Turning toward the house he hollered, “Honey come out here.
Mrs. Burns stepped out of the house onto the porch. Seeing us on the sidewalk she walked toward us opening her arms giving us both a hug. “Melissa you’re looking great. We were so sorry to hear your marriage broke up.”
“Thank you Mrs. Burns,” she answered but was interrupted.
“What a I told your brother goes for you too young lady,” Tom said in a chastising voice.
“Thank you Donna,” Melissa said correcting herself. “They say all things happen for a reason. I truly believe that my marriage ending only means that someone even better is out there for me.”
“That’s the spirit Melissa, many people think its the end of the world when their marriage ends and can’t seem to move forward.”
I knew that comment had been directed at me but withheld a grin or comment. If only she knew how wrong she was in my case.
“We noticed you earlier helping your folks out. Are you going to be at the cookout?” Tom asked.
“Unless something unexpected comes up, We wouldn’t miss it Tom,” I answered.
Donna reminisced, “I remember when you two were little coming around with snacks at the cookout. You looked so cute together.”
“They still do,” added Tom. “I wish our kids got along and were as friendly to each other as you to seem to be”
Thinking quickly before we both burst out laughing Melissa said, “We still have some details to work out with Mom and Dad, so if you’ll excuse us, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
As we walked up the driveway our parents were sitting on the porch waiting. Dad held the door for us and motioned us inside. They followed us inside.
Before we took our seats again. Dad stepped toward me taking my hand and shaking it while placing his other hand on my shoulder.
“Congratulations Son. This may be a biased father’s opinion but you couldn’t have made a better selection for wife than my beautiful daughter.”
Mom at the same time was giving Melissa a hug and kiss congratulating her and commending her choice.
Mom and Dad then swapped places. Mom giving me a hug and kiss and Dad giving Melissa a hug and kiss. They then moved over and sat down together.
Melissa turned to me with a stunned look in her eyes saying, “Shawn, please tell me this is for real and I’m not just dreaming.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s for real Melissa,” I told her as I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips.
“Sit down you two lovebirds,” Mom instructed. “We have some planning to do.”
“What do you mean Mom?” asked Melissa.
“Well if you’re going to live as husband and wife your dad and I think you should have a proper ceremony,” Mom told us.
“But Mom, you were a legal secretary for so long. I am sure you know we can’t legally get married.” I pointed out.
“There is another way,” Mom started to explain. “I think it was about 15 years ago or so the firm I worked for had a gentleman as a client who was gay. He knew that he couldn’t marry his partner legally so he inquired about having a Commitment Ceremony. We researched the subject and informed him it would not give him any of the legal rights given to married couples but at the same time no laws would be broken if he and his partner had one. Have either of you ever heard of a Commitment Ceremony?”
Melissa spoke up, “Actually this morning I was looking online for ways we could express our love for each other and read about them. Although I felt that you would give us your approval, I never thought you’d be so supportive. I never discussed it with Shawn. We’ve already expressed our feelings to each other with informal vows last night. I thought we would just leave it at that.”
Being somewhat bewildered, I asked, “Would someone please fill me in on what you’re talking about?”
Melissa turned to me saying, “Honey… A Commitment Ceremony is almost like an actual wedding. It can be as simple or extravagant as the couple wishes it to be. The only real difference is that it is not considered a legal marriage. There is not marriage license and you don’t really need an officiant to preside over it. Like Mom pointed out gay couples have been doing it for years.”
Turning to Mom, Melissa asked, “Do you think we should have one? It would just be the four of us. The only other person I would trust to know would be Amy and she lives out of state now. It would seem so right if you and Dad would witness it.”
I started to say something, but Dad stopped me. He informed me, “Son, This is now in the hands of the women we love. Our job now is to leave everything to them and help them if asked.”
“Your dad and I talked about it while the two of you were walking. You’re going to need a few things to help you make your new neighbors think you are married. Melissa you’ve already changed your name back so that part is taken care of. I think these would help also.”
Reaching down between the cushions she pulled out a small royal blue box that was extremely faded. Opening it she revealed a set of wedding rings. “They were your grandparent’s rings,” Mom stated. “They wanted me to give them to one of you when you got married. I guess subconsciously my maternal instinct sensed things might not work out for either of you so I never passed them along.”
Adding to the discussion, Dad added, “The love and feelings the two of you showed tonight is the same true love that your grandparents had and that your mom and I still have for each other. We both want to show you are support by passing them on to the two of you knowing that your love will indeed last forever.”
“Moving on to the next item,” Mom continued. “Would tomorrow morning be too soon? We could do it right here in the house. The cookout could be your reception.”
“Tomorrow would be fine Mom, but we can’t tell the guests about this so how could we consider it a reception?” Melissa inquired.
“Working around those lawyers I learned the art of manipulating words around so you could be telling the truth and not revealing the truth. Some of those guys could probably make a murder a candidate for sainthood,” Mom said proudly. “You just leave that part to me.”
“So now that we know when and where I have a question for you Melissa. I know my wedding gown isn’t quite as fancy as the one wore for your wedding. Would you like to wear it tomorrow?” Mom asked.
Melissa was at a lose for words. Thru her tears she could only nod yes.
Standing up and looking at me Mom directed, “Shawn your bride and I have a lot to do to get ready for tomorrow. Call me old fashioned but I still believe that the bride and groom should not see each other the night before their wedding. I need you to go home and gather up her things and bring them back. I don’t think I need to tell you what you need to do for your part.”
Turning to Dad she told him, “Let’s go outside for a bit and give them some alone time to say goodnight to each other.”
They were barely out of the room when I took Melissa in my arms kissing her with a tender passion. We were both crying by the time we broke apart.
“It’s really happening isn’t it?” Melissa making more of a statement than a question.
“It sure is,” I answered. “Mom is right there are some things I need to take care of. I’ll miss you tonight but knowing we’ll have the rest of our lives to be together I can handle it. I better get going before Mom kicks me out.”
“Okay Shawn, I’ll miss you too.”
We came together for one final kiss before I left.
“I’ll see you in the morning then,” I told her.
Melissa whispered in my ear seductively, “I’ll be waiting for you my love.”
I drove back to my apartment in a mixed state of happiness and disbelief.
After I arrived I quickly gathered Melissa’s things packing them back into her suitcase.
Looking around I knew I had to make better plans for us to spend our first night as husband and wife. I started to search online for hotels in the area that had bridal or honeymoon suites. I knew it was a longshot but I started to make some calls. As I thought most of them were already occupied, but on the fourth call I got lucky. The newlyweds who had booked it received a surprise gift. The couple’s parents had gone together booked a cruise for them leaving Sunday evening. The hotel extended the normal checkout time for them, but told me they could have it available by 5:00 PM. I told them I’d take it asking them if I could get it for Monday and Tuesday night as well. Melissa’s flight was scheduled for Wednesday. That was something I needed to talk to her about because I wanted to go with her.
With that out of the way, I got in the car to head to the mall. Our parent’s house was on the way so I stopped to drop off Melissa’s things. When I arrived there was a strange car in the driveway with out of state plates. Dad met me on the porch to take the suitcase.
“Do you have company?” I asked.
“Amy’s in town. Seems she’s having some marital problems. She knew your sister was back also so she called her. They’ve always been the best of friends so Melissa asked her over. With a wedding dress out Amy asked what was going on so she was filled in on the secret,” Dad informed me.
“How did she react?” I asked.
“Actually pretty good. She seemed more happy for the two of you than surprised. Are you okay with Amy knowing? Dad asked. “It seems kind of awkward considering that you and Amy used to see each other.”
“Actually it is. I know Amy well enough that she’ll be discreet about it. I’m happy that Melissa can now share it with her best friend. Amy’s pretty smart I wouldn’t be surprised if she had things figured out already since she was close to both of us.”
“She’s being a big help. It’s probably good for her and keeping her mind off her own situation,” Dad said.
“I better get going then. I need to get to the mall and see if it’s possible to get a tux on such short notice,” I informed him.
“Wait here a minute. I think I can help you with that,” said Dad as he turned to go into the house.
Returning a few minutes later he hand me a business card reading ‘Ted’s Tuxes’.
“I’ve had to use them at the last minute many times. The law firm your mom worked for always used to host short notice black tie events. I don’t know why I just never bought one,” he seemed to be asking himself. “I took the liberty of calling them. I didn’t give them any details as to why you need one. I’ll leave that up to you. Since you’re average size they think they should have something in the store already that would fit you. They’re expecting you.”
“Thanks Dad. Give the ladies my best.”
“One more thing Son,” he said stopping me. “I think you should consider finding somewhere nice for the two of you to spend tomorrow night. I’m sure you’ll find it more romantic than your apartment.”
“Already have it taken care of Dad.”
I proceeded to the tuxedo shop and picked out an appropriate one. I opted not a tradition groom’s tux with tails so as to not raise any questions. Fortunately they had one on site that fit me decently. Because Dad had called, they asked one of the seamstress’s to come in and handle any required alterations. After about 45 minutes it was ready and I could take it with me. I graciously thanked everyone. As I handed the seamstress a one hundred dollar bill for coming on her day off to take care of me, she said, “That’s very generous of you sir. I wish you and your bride the best of luck.”
“Thanks,” I said. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been doing this long enough to know that about the only thing a man would need a tux for on a Sunday morning would be for wedding. Since you weren’t picking a particular style you couldn’t be a last minute substitute to be a groomsman. So that would mean you’re the groom. Can I take a guess at something else?” she asked.
“You seem to be on a roll, so go for it,” I told her.
“Well seeing that it is a holiday weekend either you or your bride came in from out of town. The two of you probably were a couple from times past or very good friends. When you got together the sparks just flew and those feelings you’d had toward each other just came out.”
“You are one hundred percent correct. Again thank you very much.”
I had two more stops to make wanting to get Melissa something special.
When I got home started to straighten up things and do the laundry. I didn’t know how long I might be gone helping Melissa get things in order and ready for her move back.
While I was waiting for my laundry to finish. I sat down at the computer and wrote what I thought would be appropriate vows. I emailed them to Melissa’s phone to get her opinion.
Finally I felt that everything I needed to do was finished. Sitting down it really started to sink in that the woman I loved most in life felt the same about me and we were going to be together the remainder of our lives. My thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my smart phone letting me know I someone had sent me text message.
Melissa: They’re perfect Shawn.
Me: I’m glad you like them.
Me: Is Mom keeping you busy?
Melissa: She was for awhile. She’s baking a cake now. It won’t be a traditional cake though. Having Amy here has been a big help.
Me: Yea Dad told me she was having some marital problems. How’s she doing?
Melissa: Good. I hope it’s alright I told her everything.
Me: No prob. She can read us both like a book. She’d have figured it out quickly.
Melissa: I think she may have already but won’t admit it.
Me: Why’s that?
Melissa: It was her idea that I stay with you when I came back for the holiday
Me: I guess I owe her big time then.
Melissa: We both do. I’m really glad she can be a part of this.
Melissa: Hang on she wants to say hi.
Amy: Hi Shawn!
Me: Hey girl. How are you?
Amy: I’m doing great! Can I call you instead of texting?
A moment later the phone rang.
“Hi Amy,” I answered.
“Thanks for letting me call, I am not very fast at texting. I wanted to tell you how happy I am for the two of you. I know it’s out of the ordinary but I always thought there was special bond between the two of you.”
“I’m happy that you’re here to be a part of it. I know things didn’t work out between us but I still think of you as a close friend. I want you to know whatever is going on with your life we’ll both support you in any way we can.”
“Shawn that is very sweet of you. Your sister already told me the same thing. Let’s save that talk for later. Tonight and tomorrow belong to you and Missy.
Amy is the only person that can call my sister ‘Missy’. It was one of the only things I would do that I think Melissa would get mad at me about.
In a whisper Amy asked, “Did you get a nice room for the two of you to spend your wedding night?”
“Do you think the Bridal Suite at the Marriott will be nice enough?”
“Fuck yea,” she exclaimed. “How the hell do you manage to do that?”
I heard Melissa in the background ask what we were talking about.
“It’s a short story, but I’ll tell you another time. Don’t tell Melissa I want it to be a surprise.”
Amy told Melissa she’d find out soon enough.
“One more thing I got her a couple presents and one of them I want her to have before the ceremony, I you need to get it from me when I get there in the morning.”
I heard Melissa faintly, “Did you ask him yet?”
“Ask me what?”
“What kind of plans you had for the rest of the night,” Amy answered.
“Nothing really, why?”
“Since nobody is throwing you a bachelor party maybe I should come over and to a little dance for you. Maybe a striptease or pole dance?”
“That won’t work since I don’t have a pole in my apartment,” I said thinking I was off the hook.
“Oh Shawn… I haven’t forgotten how good it feels to ride the pole between your legs.”
“Amy, I can’t believe you’re talking about doing something like that with Melissa hearing what you’re saying.”
“It was her idea Shawn!”
I heard Melissa say, “Was not!!!”
She and Melissa got into a friendly was not… was too match for a few seconds.
Amy finally conceded, “Okay it was my idea, but you told me to go for it.”
Melissa admitted, “Guilty… I remember how much you said you liked how he ate your pussy and now that I’ve experienced it myself I wouldn’t want to deny my best friend the pleasure.”
“So what do you say Shawn? Want to have one final hot night in the sack together? We have Missy’s approval.”
“As tempting as that is Amy, I’m saving my energy for tomorrow night. From what I’ve heard in the last few minutes I’m sure you know we haven’t fully consummated our relationship.”
“I’m actually relieved that you turned me down. It shows me how much you love her. Well my pussy isn’t relieved though. I’ll have to work on it later. Hey I should see if the talent runs in the family and get your sister to eat me. I’ve never tried it with another woman before but I hear its pretty good.”
I could hear Melissa talking but couldn’t make out what she said.
“I guess I’m out of luck because Missy just told me she’s saving herself for tomorrow as well. She did hand me one of her vibrators to play with instead. She wants to ask you something but I told her she couldn’t on the phone, but to text you instead. Those silly marriage traditions haven’t caught up to the 21st century yet. I’ll see you tomorrow Shawn.”
Before she hung up I heard the unmistakable sound of vibrator placed against her phone.
A moment later I heard my phone buzz.
Melissa: Hey Shawn…
Me: What?
Melissa: About Amy, I know you think Amy and I were just teasing, but I was serious.
Melissa: If you want her to come over I am totally okay with it. I really think she could use some affection.
Me: Right now all I can think of is being with you tomorrow night
Me: If you and her want to fool around I’m okay with it.
Melissa: I have thought but it at times but have never tried it.
Melissa: It’s the same for me as with you. I can only think of being with you right now,
Melissa: I am really looking forward to tomorrow.
Me: I am as well
Melissa: My god Shawn, You should see Amy.
Me: ???
Melissa: She is fucking herself silly with the vibrator.
Me: No way…
Melissa: I’m serious want me to take a pic and send it?
Me: Better not… I’m only human and don’t want to get a hard-on over someone other than you tonight.
Melissa: I almost forgot. I wanted to ask you to bring the adapters to hook my phone up to the stereo.
Melissa: I’ve picked a really good song for our first dance. I’ve had it since it came out and would always think of you when I hear it.
Me: I’ve had one too. I wonder if they’re the same.
Melissa: Let’s keep them a secret until our dance.
Melissa: If they are different. we’ll just have two special songs for our first dance.
Melissa: I’ve got to go, I think my nymphomaniac best friend just came so hard she passed out.
Me: Goodnight then my soon to be wife. I love you.
Melissa: I love you too, my soon to be husband.

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