Following my divorce, I found myself living alone for the first time in 10 years. At first it was great. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. No-one to answer to, just chill out and have fun.
I moved to a new house on the edge of town, close enough for work but well away from my past.
After a few months though, I realised that there was one thing I did miss from my married life.
Sex!
I hadn’t had any for ages and it was getting me well and truly down. Sure, my right arm helped a bit, but you can only do so much alone can’t you?
So can you blame me for what happened?
Sure, I know it was wrong, but given the circumstances, what would you have done?
Well, here’s what I did, and I’ll let you be the judge.
My new house was in the suburbs, and had a decent sized back garden which joined on to the next door neighbours. Clearly, the previous owners had been good friends with next door because there was a gate between the two properties. There had been some coming and going and I guessed it was probably
the children of the house, judging by the swing hanging from a tree next door.
My garden had a couple of trees as well, two apple trees surrounded by a few raspberry bushes.
It was one afternoon while I was looking at my ‘crop’ of fruit when I heard voices from next door’s garden. Just then I heard a call:
‘Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met?’ came a voice.
It was the man of the house next door. A big, booming voice coming from a big man.
I introduced myself: ‘ Hello, I’m Bob. I just recently moved in’
‘Pleased to meet you’ he said, ‘I’m John’
We stood and chatted for a few minutes, just getting to know each other and generally passing the time of day.
After a while, John called back towards his house, ‘Guys, come and meet the new neighbour’ he called.
From the house came two women, who I quickly realised were his wife and daughter.
His wife was called Liz, and she was a real looker. She had long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail. Although she was dressed very demurely, I could tell that underneath her perfectly respectable dress there was a great body. She smiled as she shook my hand. My much deprived cock perked
up a little at the sight of her. She introduced me to her daughter, Nancy.
She was also dressed very demurely, with her long hair tied back into a pony tail. She was very quiet, and compared with her Mum, she was over-shadowed.
They all invited me over for a drink and I unlatched the gate, and followed them through the garden to their house.
I then had a really pleasant afternoon as I got to know my new neighbours.
It turned out that John was a preacher at the local church, and had a very strict view on life. I remember thinking that explained the outfits his women were wearing, and the way his wife followed his every word with rapt interest.
Nancy it turned out was home on holiday from a religious college, where she was training to join the church. I soon realised that the particular branch of the church to which they belonged were very strict Presbyterian, with strong views on morality, and a very firmly heard view that women were subservient and should only speak when they were spoken to.
Oh well, I thought. He probably would be most upset if he realised that as John was chatting to me, I was desperately trying to stop fantasizing about fucking his wife!
After an hour or so, I felt it was time to go, so I made my excuses. I got back to my house and went for a shower.
When I came out, I went through to my bedroom and started to dry myself off. My bedroom had patio doors instead of windows, which led out into the back garden. It was as I stood in front of the doors that I noticed a flash of movement at the foot of the garden, close to the trees. I carried on drying myself, and watched out of the corner of my eye. I was pretty certain that there was someone in my garden, and that they were watching me. I was also pretty damn certain that someone was none other than Liz, my next
door neighbour. I slowly towelled myself down, and paid particular attention to drying my cock, which was beginning to harden by now.
I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but the thought of being secretly watched was a major turn on.
Now, I have to be honest here. I’m no great looking guy, what with being in my forties, slightly balding and with a slight paunch. But I do know that I’ve got a pretty decent cock. It’s about 8 inches long and, just as importantly I’m told, pretty thick. As I stiffened, I made sure I gave Liz the full show.
Then, gently stroking my now fully erect cock, I opened the patio doors and called down the garden softly.
‘Why don’t you stop hiding down there and come on up for a better look?’
I smiled to myself and turned my back to the window as I saw the bushes twitch. I picked up a dressing gown, wrapped it loosely round my body and turned as l heard footsteps as Liz came into the room.
‘Fucking hell!’ I thought, it was not Liz, it was Nancy!!!!!
She came in, eyes down at the floor and looking painfully embarrassed.
‘i’m so sorry’ she said. ‘I came over for some fruit and saw you. I didn’t mean to look!’
‘It’s ok’ I said gently. The poor girl was obviously upset.
‘ it’s not’ she replied, ’ my father will kill me if he finds out. He’s very strict and will probably get me thrown out of college!’
‘ for goodness sake’ I replied, ’ its no big deal. On a scale of 1 to 10 it can’t be worse than about a 2, and anyway, I won’t tell’
She looked up at me for the first time; ‘You’re kidding aren’t you? My Dad would call that a 9’.
I laughed, and closed the patio doors. I pulled the curtain closed, and turned around to face her.
‘ I work to an entirely different scale’ I said. ‘For example, you came up here when I offered you a better look. That better look would still only be about a 2 on my scale’
She sat down on my bed and looked up at me.
‘Do you mean I won’t get into any more trouble?’
‘No’ I replied, as I untied my gown, opened it and let it drop to the ground. My cock bounced up to attention, just inches from her face.
Her eyes widened as she tried to take it all in. 8 inches of rock hard cock bouncing around in front of her eyes. She stared, and I saw a flush begin to spread around her neck and throat.
‘You can get up and walk out any time you like’ I said, ‘butI rather think you’ve never seen a cock before, and you are enjoying what you see’
She never took her eyes off my cock as she shook her head.
A droplet of cum was beginning to seep from the end of my cock as I said to her:
‘It would only be a 3 if you were to touch it’
She looked up at me, confused but clearly excited.
Then, joy of joys, she reached up and gently touched me.
My cock twitched hard at her touch and she recoiled quickly.
But just as quickly she came back for more and grabbed me firmly. Gently she began to stroke my knob. She may never have had a cock in her hand before, but by fuck she was a quick
learner. I whispered a few words of encouragement, and showed her how to grip my cock and then she started to wank me off. She looked up into my eyes as her stroke steadily brought me closer and closer to the edge.
‘3 is nothing, ’ she said as she licked her lips and started to lick the end of my cock.
‘Oh my God’ I moaned, as her tongue flicked up and down my cock, her hand keeping up a steady rhythm.
‘Suck it!’ I cried out and she put the head of my cock into her mouth. It was her first time and she must have scraped her teeth along my cock because I felt a sudden sharp pain.
It was enough to bring me back from the edge of orgasm. I looked down and saw this pretty little thing with her mouth firmly clamped around 8 inches of rock hard cock. Gently, I placed my hand on her head and started to guide her movements. As she got the hang of it, she began to give me a fantastic blow
job. A few words of encouragement and she soon brought me back to the edge of orgasm.
‘ I’m coming !’ I cried out.
She just kept on sucking and stroking and soon the accumulated load of cum filled her mouth as I shot into her in spurts.
Holding her head by her pony tail, I fucked her mouth hard until every drop of cum was out. I looked down at her.
She looked up into my eyes and smiled, as my cum dripped down her face.
‘Wow!’ she said, ‘If that’s only a 4, I cant wait to climb the scale’
I sat down beside her on the bed and kissed her on the lips my cum tasting salty from her mouth.
‘ You can be sure that I’ll be there when you do!’, I gasped.
She stood up, straightened her dress and opened the curtains and door.
‘I have to go now’ she said. ‘but I’ll be back tomorrow and you can show me a 5!’
She skipped off across the garden, through the gate and back to her ever so strict parents.
Well, that’s what I did.
What would you have done? Be my judge if you feel you can be.
But ask yourself, when she comes back tomorrow for a ‘5’, what will you do?

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The next week didn’t happen as planned. Diane had some things that had come up with respect to her kids, so she was too busy and going out of town. Of course, my wife Cindy was not too upset. She continued to egg on this fantasy of both of ours. I had fulfilled my first part already by Cindy telling me to fuck our friend. But the second part was Cindy watching me fuck her, and this was a fantasy of both of ours.
Finally, about three weeks later, I came home a little late from work to find that Cindy and Diane were finishing off a blender of margaritas. It was obvious that they had planned for tonight to be the night. They were both tipsy and giggling and I could see the lust in both their eyes. They had discussed it and now were ready to put it into action. And I was not going to resist!
I smiled and just made another blender of margaritas for the ladies. They kept smirking and laughing and I finally finished with the blender. I poured myself one, topped off theirs, and sat down. It wasn’t until then that they addressed me.
Cindy smiled, looked at Diane and then back at me. “Honey, go ahead upstairs and get in bed… naked of course.” That set off another round of giggles. It made me laugh, too. “We’ll be right up once you are ready.”
I agreed and took my margarita upstairs. I was stripped and in bed in a minute. I couldn’t wait for another chance with Diane while my wife watched. My dick was already hard, just thinking of what was happening. About ten minutes later the two of them came in, carrying full margaritas. I was guessing they needed some liquid courage. They sat the margaritas down and then Cindy came over to me.
“Honey, I have a request.” She smelled like a mix of the margaritas and strawberries from her shampoo. “I want you to put your hands under your head like you are leaning back relaxing and close your eyes. We want to play a little game.”
I looked at her and she was grinning mischievously. “Okay.” I put my head on my hands and lay there with my eyes closed. I could hear them getting undressed and then felt the sheet that was over me ripped back.
“Don’t peek now. We are going to each take a turn sucking this delicious cock here and you have to guess who was whom when we’re done, okay?”
Her speech was a little slurred, and I smiled at that. “Okay, honey. Just tell me how it’s going to work.”
I felt them each get on one side of my legs and then I felt a warm mouth descend over my cock. It was wonderful. I could feel the woman’s hair lightly swishing over my stomach and hip as she leaned over from my right side. She tickled my head and licked up and down a few times. Then she took the entire thing into her mouth and bobbed up and down, her tongue dancing against the underside. Finally, she came off my dick with a pop. I heard the giggles, but kept my eyes closed. I was evaluating the mouth. It didn’t feel like my wife’s and there was no real indication that I could focus on. My wife does some things that I have only felt her do and was trying to feel that. It was just the way she swirled her tongue as she sucked. It always drove me wild. This tongue was not doing that. I was just hoping that it wasn’t a set up.
“Okay, honey. That was mouth number 1. Now for mouth number 2. After this, you have to guess. If you guess correctly, you get a prize.”
I wondered what the hell the prize could be since I was already living one of my greatest fantasies. In any case, I felt the second mouth take my dick into its mouth. This one was from the left and I could feel the same kind of hair tickling me. Not a good clue since they both wore their hair about the same length. This mouth worked a little harder and really swirled a tongue around my dick. This was exactly what my wife loved to do. I was really enjoying this one, too, and the idea that they were on either side of me watching each other just added to the excitement. This one also came off with a pop.
“So.” A hand grabbed my dick. “Which mouth was which?”
I smiled. “Diane was number 1 and you were number 2.”
I heard giggling. “Correct. Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes and the two beauties were lying there, naked, draped over my thighs.
“Do you want to know anything about your prize? You can’t have it until later.” Cindy looked at me with a gleam in her eye. Diane blushed. I wondered what that was about.
I took the ‘be good to your wife’ road. “Honey, if there is any greater prize than what you two just gave me, then I surely can’t think of it right now. I’m just so amazed that I have two gorgeous naked babes in bed with me that I can’t believe it.”
My wife smiled. She knew me too well and grinned. “Good answer, smartass. In any case, you can’t have it now. You’ll get it later, so there.” She squeezed my dick and stuck her tongue out at me.
I had to laugh. “Well, I’m trying to be on my best behavior.”
“Well, you’d better be, buster.” She teased me and then held my cock straight up. “Well, Diane, I think it’s about time that you climbed aboard the Dennis express.”
Diane wasted no time and climbed over me, avoiding Cindy who continued to hold my dick up for her. I was surprised by this since Cindy had made it clear that she was only going to watch. When Diane got over the top of my dick, she took control of it. I wondered how wet she was, but it turned out to not be a problem. She rubbed my cock head around her opening and it was very wet. Once she got the head lubricated, she lowered herself and bounced three times, each time getting a little more. By the third bounce she had my dick buried in her and only then did my wife release the bottom of my dick. Diane felt hot, tight, and wonderful. She was a gorgeous woman. Her auburn was spilling about her face; her nice tits, with just a bit of sag, were like ripe fruits hanging here, and over it all was this smiling face, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the moment of full penetration.
My wife, who’s a beautiful brunette in her own right, crawled up around Diane and lay next to me. She looked at me. “So what do you think?”
“I think I’m in heaven having two beautiful mature women taking care of me.”
My wife rose up a little. “Mature?”
I backpedaled quickly, knowing she was sensitive about her age. “I meant that I’m not dealing with sexual novices. You two really know now to please a man.”
She grinned and lay back down. “Okay, I’ll let that slide.”
Diane started bouncing up and down a little and rocking back and forth. She was murmuring and moaning so that it came out like a cat purring. Cindy looked up at her. “She really is a beautiful woman. I wish I had her tits.”
I reached over and grabbed one of my wife’s B-cup tits. My wife was a small woman, she was about 5’4”, 105 pounds with a small tight ass and B-cup breasts. She was still a perfect package in my mind. “I have no idea what you are talking about. You have the most beautiful tits in the world. Diane’s are just different. And remember, variety is the spice of life.”
Cindy smiled as I rolled her nipple. “Mmmm. You mean it’s the spice of fucking!”
“What do you think about her piercing?”
I smiled. “I like it. It looks like its pretty stimulating.”
Diane smiled at us. “It is. It enhances my nipple erections.”
I laughed. “High beams!” I tweaked the left nipple with the little barbell.
Diane squeaked and giggled, but didn’t stop riding me. My wife watched closely.
Diane started rocking and my wife leaned over and kissed me. We kissed for a minute and when we stopped and looked up, Diane was watching closely. “That looks so hot, you kissing him while I fuck him.” I know that it made my dick as hard as it’s been in a while.
Cindy smiled. “Just keep fucking.” Then she did something that really surprised me. She reached up and tweaked Diane’s left nipple with the piercing.
Diane squealed. “Oh, fuck, that went right to my pussy! Keep tweaking.”
My wife looked at me and I gave her my ‘go for it’ look. She looked hesitant at first and then sat up next to me. Diane was slowly rocking back and forth and we were both enjoying a slow fucking. Cindy then reached up and put both hands under Diane’s tits, lifting them and judging their weight. “Wow! Those feel heavy! I don’t think I could carry those around all day.” Diane looked like she was going to say something, but Cindy then tweaked her other nipple and Diane jerked at the sensation. Cindy looked back at me. “I think she loves the attention of a man’s wife while she is fucking him.” Diane groaned at the dirty talk. It seemed that they both loved that.
I put my hands on her hips and started moving her around, rubbing my pubic bone up against her clit and rotating my hips. Diane moaned again.
“Shit. That’s so good. Oh, god. Thank you Cindy.”
Cindy turned to me and smiled. “Thank you for what?” Cindy pushed Diane to talk dirty.
“Thank you for letting me fuck your husband’s big, hard dick!” She groaned again.
Cindy winked at me and laughed. “You’re welcome, my slutty friend.”
Diane kept moaning and grinned while she rocked. “Fuck you, slut. It was your idea. Ohhh.”
Cindy smiled. “I am a slut. Dennis’ personal slut.”
“Mmmm. Can I be Dennis’ personal slut, too?”
Cindy tweaked her nipple again, causing Diane to start rocking harder. “You already are, bitch, now cum on that dick so that I can get some.”
Cindy sat up while Diane worked toward her orgasm. I was doing well and was not in danger of cumming too soon. Cindy looked at me and then up at Diane. “Can I try something?”
We both nodded as I think we knew where this was going. Cindy leaned forward on her knees and stared at Diane’s big tits wobbling there. She was holding the left one in her hand, watching closely. I thought that was all she was going to do, but then she leaned over and gave it a quick suck, nipping at the barbell and erect nipple. Diane was watching closely and trying to hold her upper body still, but when Cindy sucked on a nipple, Diane started cumming. “Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! That’s so good. Fuck… ugh… oh… ugh….” She finally quieted down and lay over on my chest.
Cindy watched closely until Diane sat up and rolled off me. “Was that okay? I didn’t mean to startle you, but they looked so wonderful and inviting. I always see it in porn where one woman licks the others tits while she’s riding a guy, so I was just curious.”
Diane was laying there gathering herself. A smile slowly came across her face and then she looked over at Cindy. “Once you touched them, I was dying for you to do that. I wanted to see what it was like, too. It was amazing.”
Cindy looked up at me questioningly and then over at Diane. “Do you want to do it to me while I’m fucking Dennis?”
Diane stared at her. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”
Cindy rose up over me and started to insert my still hard dick into her.
“Wait!” Diane held up her hand and scrambled behind Cindy. “I’ve always wanted to see this. Okay, I’m in position.”
I could see Diane’s face thru Cindy’s legs. She was about 2 feet from my balls and staring up at Cindy’s pussy. Slowly Cindy started working my dick into her pussy. It was always a tight fit and tonight was no exception. As she sank down, her pussy slowly engulfed my dick and Diane disappeared from sight. When Cindy got all the way down and then rose back up and down a couple of times, Diane was overjoyed.
“Wow! That’s so fucking cool! I always see that on porn, but never have I seen it in real life and up so close. I can see exactly how your lips part to let him in and then how they cling to his dick as it tries to pull out. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.”
Cindy groaned. “It doesn’t. I want him in there all the time.”
Diane rose up and came around and sat on the bed to my right. She looked up at Cindy, who was now gyrating on my dick, working toward her orgasm. “Can I try sucking your nipple now?”
Cindy groaned. “Yes! Suck my tit, slut. Help me cum or you won’t get any more of this… fucking… dick!” Cindy was having a hard time talking as she bounced on my dick.
Diane reached up and felt Cindy’s left tit. “Wow, it’s so firm.” Cindy just watched. Diane leaned over and studied the nipple up close for a second and then looked up at Cindy. They were staring at each other and Cindy watched intently as Diane leaned over. The instant her mouth touched Cindy’s nipple, Cindy’s eyes went wide and she moaned. Diane just started licking and sucking, trying to hold on as Cindy started bucking on me. I helped by grabbing her hips and slamming up against her. Cindy started grunting, working it on top of me.
“Keep sucking my tit, slut. I’m going to cum all over this big dick!” Cindy was bouncing on me now and I was surprisingly not ready to cum. I was paying more attention to the ladies reaction to each other than I was to my own orgasm. Finally, Cindy jerked and held steady and I rotated my hips against her clit. At the same time she grabbed Diane’s head, pinning it to her tit. Diane never stopped sucking. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk!” Cindy finished cumming and started trying to catch her breath. Diane released her tit and sat back.
“Wow, that was so cool. My first time sucking a woman’s nipple and I felt her orgasm while I was doing so.”
Cindy opened her eyes, panting. “I think it was the same for me. The fact that it has supposedly been a forbidden act for all these years really heightened the sensation in our minds.”
Diane agreed. “That’s true. I have never played around with a woman, but just doing that while you were fucking him was great. Mind you, I’m not sure I could do any more than that.”
Cindy looked at her. “No, I don’t think so either… right now. But that part was great.”
My eyebrows went up at that comment about ‘right now’. I was going to have to keep an eye on this. Did Cindy have some bisexual tendencies? Did she want to have sex with a woman, or at least try? She winked at me when she saw my look. Very interesting!
Cindy rolled off me. “Oh, sorry honey. I forgot that you were still hard and waiting to cum. Is that what you are waiting for?” She teasingly ran her left hand up my balls and soaking wet dick.
“Yes. I’m waiting for my personal sluts to suck my dick and get me off.”
Cindy grinned. “Okay, Diane, let’s get this dick to erupt.” Diane also grinned up at me and all I could do is put my head back and moan as they went to work.
They lay down next to each other in their original positions on either side of me. I watched. Cindy held up my dick for Diane. “You first.”
Diane leaned over and licked up the side and took it all the way down once. She came back up quickly and I looked at her quizzically. “Hey!” She looked at Cindy. “You just wanted me to go first to make me taste your pussy on his dick!”
Cindy giggled. “Yep!”
Diane grinned and took hold of my dick. She smacked her lips. “Not bad. I think I like the taste of pussy on a man’s dick.”
Cindy looked at her. “You never went down on your husband or anyone else after fucking them? You never tasted even yourself like this?”
Diane licked my dick and shook her head. “No, never. But I kind of like it.”
“Uh, ladies?” I was getting impatient. “My dick looks a little lonely there.” They both giggled. “Ummm. If I could make a suggestion, I would really like to imitate that porn scene where the two women are on either side of the dick and they both run their mouths up and down the shaft. Can we try that?”
Cindy looked over at Diane and Diane nodded. I watched intently as they leaned over and acted like they were kissing either side of my dick. They started in the middle and tried to synchronize their actions so that they were running up and down my dick, jacking it with their lips. Wow! It was quite a sight! It didn’t feel better than a blow job, but the image was hard to beat. I wondered what they thought as they had not even kissed yet, but their lips had to touch several times as they ran their mouths up and down my dick. I watched closely as the two brunettes moved up and down. I had been close to an orgasm for a while and this view was going to do it.
“Oh, baby… here I cum!” I announced and the two of them pulled back and Cindy jacked me off the last couple of strokes. I grunted and my cum flew up a couple of feet. She was holding it straight up and it splashed back down on my stomach. The next three spurts did the same and as each came out, they both squealed like little kids seeing fireworks going off. After four or five sports, my dick just pumped out a few more little spurts and it ran over Cindy’s hand.
“Wow!” Diane looked up and me and then back down at Cindy. “I’ve never watched that close up like that. It was amazing to just watch it happen.” She leaned over and licked up a spot on my stomach. “Yum. Just as yummy as I remember.”
Cindy smiled. “Well, then get to work, slut. My husband doesn’t want to sleep with all that cum on him!” She licked the cum off her own hand.
Diane leaned over and starting licking me clean. She got almost all of it and sat up, smiling. “Yum. I think I’ll like being Dennis’ other personal slut.”
Cindy was looking at her closely. She pointed to her own mouth. “You have some cum over on the side of your mouth.”
“Where?” Diane licked around her lips.
Cindy stared at her friend and slowly leaned toward her. I don’t think Diane or I were sure she was going to do it until the last second. Cindy just leaned closer and closer while the two women stared at each other. Finally, Cindy’s lips met Diane’s off to the right side and Cindy licked Diane’s upper lip where there was some cum on it. They hesitated as she did that and stayed like that, with just their lips touching. They stared… and stared… and then Cindy moved her mouth over Diane’s more directly and edged her tongue out a little. Diane opened her mouth and they went into a light exploratory kiss. It only lasted about 10 seconds, but I was enthralled with it. When they pulled back, Cindy was still starting at Diane.
Cindy finally said one word. “Wow!”
Diane actually appeared to blush a little. “Yeah, it was kind of nice. Strange, but nice.”
Cindy looked at her friend. “Your mouth was so soft. The kiss was so tender. It was very different.”
Diane looked away. “Yeah.”
Cindy put her chin under Diane’s face. “Hey, it’s okay between us, right? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
Diane finally looked up at Cindy. “No… I mean… well, I wasn’t freaked out… well… maybe a little… but I kind of liked it. Is that okay?”
Cindy smiled. She leaned over and hugged Diane and then sat back. I could feel the tension between the two. “It’s okay. You are my best friend and have been for years. I don’t want to lose that for any reason. If that made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. I guess I just got caught up in the moment, the three of us naked, in bed, our first group fuck just completed. I ….”
Diane put her hand out and up to Cindy’s mouth to stop her. “Please don’t apologize. I think… well, I mean… I wanted to kiss you, too. Is that weird?”
Cindy smiled and relaxed. “No, it’s not weird. I’ve never kissed a woman before, either. I liked it with you though. Okay?”
Diane smiled. “Okay.” She looked at the clock on the nightstand. “I think I’d better get going. It’s after 11 and I have to go to work tomorrow. No telling how the margaritas are going to feel.”
We all laughed and Diane got up, got dressed and left. Cindy and I got ready for bed and I didn’t mention the kiss until Cindy brought it up when the lights were out.
“Honey, what did you think about me kissing Diane?”
“I was a little shocked. You had never mentioned anything like that.”
I could feel Cindy moving closer to me. She put her arm across my chest and snuggled up to me. “I’ve see porn scenes like that, but I guess I never really believed that I would do that until tonight. Then the mood, my best friend, the sexual tension, it all led me to kissing Diane.”
“Having second thoughts about it?”
Cindy chuckled. “Well, not like you mean. I don’t regret it at all. In fact, what would you say if I said I’d like to have sex with Diane?”
I had to admit that I had been thinking about her comment and actions, but it was still a shock to hear her say that. “I think I would say that it’s okay. If you want to pursue this, I’m okay with it.”
She leaned up and kissed me lightly. “Thanks.” She put her head back down. “Should we set some rules first?”
“What kind of rules?”
“Well, if we are going to have sex with other people should we make a rule that it has to be only when the other person is present or has given permission or something like that?”
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes, ever since she left, I’ve been thinking about it, but I don’t want to do anything that will upset our marriage. I love you and we have a wonderful life of over 20 years together. I want nothing to come between us.”
“Well… I think that’s a good rule then. I would not have had sex with Diane at all if you had not told me to. If we decide to have sex with someone other than each other, we have to discuss with the other and get permission. Is it just Diane and the sex we had, or have you thought about women sexually before?”
“I really had never thought about it. I didn’t think it was good or bad. It just was not in my mind. I was always happy with men. I don’t understand it.”
I smiled at her and pulled her close. I kissed her on the forehead and she put her head on my chest. I could feel that between the alcohol and the sex that she was completely spent. She had no energy left. “It’s late. Let’s get some sleep and we can talk more tomorrow, okay?”
“Hmmm.” She was asleep almost instantly.
It took me a little longer to settle down after what had happened. And then I thought about my prize. Hey! She was asleep and I never found out what it was! Oh, well. Tomorrow….
The next morning as we were both getting ready to head out the door to work I asked her about last night. “Any regrets about last night?”
“No, not really. I really loved kissing Diane and sucking on her tits.”
I rolled my eyes and moaned. I reached down and rubbed my crotch as I said snidely. “Please, no talking of sucking Diane’s tits! I can’t take it! You are such a slut!”
She laughed and punched me. “See you later.” She grabbed my crotch. “Take care of that my man-whore!”
I laughed and we both went to work.
It was Friday, but I was still surprised when I came home. Cindy, Diane, and a woman I didn’t know were sitting in the kitchen, drinking and playing cards. I walked over to Cindy and noticed that the woman must have been pretty tall from the way she sat at the table. “Hey, babe.” I kissed Cindy and said hello to Diane.
“Honey, this is Becky. She’s a friend of Diane’s.”
“Hello, Becky.” I couldn’t help but notice the major cleavage she was showing. I also noticed that they must have gotten an early start from the looks of their eyes and demeanor. They were well on the way to being drunk. I turned to Cindy. “Sorry I’m home late, but work was a disaster. I’ll go change.”
Cindy got up and walked with me to the stairs to the second floor, where our bedroom was. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “Don’t hurry. Just get undressed and get into bed.” She smiled and there was mischief in her eyes.
“And Becky?”
“Don’t worry about her. Diane and I will take care of that. Just get ready.”
I went upstairs, got undressed, and crawled into bed naked, covering myself in just a sheet. I waited… and waited… and waited. I started to get antsy, but finally, after about 25 minutes I heard footsteps coming upstairs. There was commotion in the guest bedroom and finally Cindy came around the corner, completely naked.
“Hey, honey. How are you doing?”
“Getting antsy!”
She giggled. “Well, let Diane and I handle that.”
Diane came in behind her and the two naked women advanced on me. They ripped the sheet back and crawled up toward my chest. They both put their heads on my chest and looked up at me. Cindy reached down for my rapidly reharding dick. “Mmm. Looks like somebody’s excited.”
I leaned forward and kissed Cindy. “How could I not be with two gorgeous lovers like you two?”
Diane giggled and Cindy smirked. They both appeared to have been drinking. Maybe it was to get up their courage for what Cindy had talked about last time. Maybe they were going to have sex? I could only hope. I had always wanted to see two women making love live and in person. Now I might have the chance. Cindy leaned forward and kissed Diane. Then she leaned back and smiled at Diane. “I think maybe this guy thinks he’s going to get to see two women have sex.”
Diane giggled. “Wishful thinking, huh?”
Cindy smiled back at me. “Should we give him his surprise now?”
Diane looked up at me. “I think maybe that’s a good idea.”
They sat up and Cindy directed the action. “Hold still, hon. I’m going to sit on your dick and Diane is going to sit on your face.”
Now THAT I can sit still for! Cindy crawled over my dick and sat down. She was soaking and only had to wiggle a little to get my dick buried. Meanwhile, Diane had put her leg over my chest, facing the headboard and scooted up over my face. I was looking at her completely shaven little pussy and it was also soaking and swollen. She got into position and I started licking her lips and parting them, looking for her clit. I felt Cindy lean forward and I suddenly felt her tongue next to mine. Fuck! She was also licking Diane and I think she was working on her little puckered butt! This was hot. We were both working on Diane and the only problem I had was that Cindy was not moving. My dick wanted to fuck and I was trying to do some thrusting, but she was not moving, just sitting there. In any case, Diane rose up and hovered just over my head, leaning forward as much as she could toward the wall. I could see Cindy’s tongue working on Diane’s ass and she ran it forward so that she and I sparred for Diane’s bright pink opening. I sucked on her tongue a little and then went back to Diane’s clit. There was barely enough room for both of us, but in no time, with Cindy licking her ass and me sucking on her clit, Diane started shaking and trembling and came with several jerks and shudders. After she calmed down a little, Cindy sat up and Diane slowly rolled off, trying to avoid kicking Cindy.
“Fuck, that was great! You guys working on me together was amazing!” And after saying that, Diane leaned into Cindy and they kissed hard. I watched, still trying to get my wife to do something other than just sit on me. Then Diane turned and leaned over and kissed me hard, licking up her juices around my mouth. “You guys both taste like me. I think I like that!”
Cindy smiled and looked at me. “Okay, you need to turn sideways.”
“Anything you want, right now, babe!”
She laughed. “Did that turn you on, seeing me lick Diane’s tight little butthole?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
I could see Diane blush at the way Cindy said that. She looked so cute blushing at that considering we were talking about something we had all been involved in. I finished turning sideways on the bed when Cindy turned to away from me and backed herself up to put her pussy over my face. She held on to my dick and lowered herself. I started working on her pussy and Diane returned the favor to Cindy. She leaned over, right over my face and I could see her licking Cindy’s pussy. Fuck me! A month ago I didn’t even know that my wife had harbored any bisexual curiosity and here she was licking a woman and letting a woman lick her. She had always loved having her ass licked. I just wish she had let me fuck it once in a while. I had always had some anal desires, but no woman had ever given it to me. I had discussed it with Cindy, but no dice. She just didn’t have any desire for that. A little licking and fingering had been her limit. Nothing as large as a dick was ever allowed near her asshole.
Diane and I worked on her for only about three minutes before Cindy started cumming like crazy. She must have been turned on for hours, because she came like she does whenever we play and deny each other orgasms for a long time. She wasn’t sucking me or jacking me, so I assumed my fun would come later, but meanwhile she ground her pussy on my face and Diane tried to lick her ass as she shivered and jerked around on my face.
Finally, Cindy rolled off me. “Enough. I can’t take any more.”
As soon as she moved out of the way, Diane was kissing me and licking my face. She was all over me, like a wild woman. These two were really worked up!
She finally stopped and I sat up, my hard dick still waving in the breeze. I was smiling and thinking about how to thank my wife when I noticed that Becky was in the room. Cindy was sitting there on the bed next to me, her legs still spread open, smiling at me.
“Honey, this is the real surprise. Diane and I were always going to finally get to have sex with each other, so that wasn’t news to you. However, Becky is a widow. Her husband died of a heart attack about 18 months ago. She works with Diane and one day over drinks let it be known that she needed to get fucked. This was right after our little get-together and Diane told her that I might let her join our group. At first, I was unsure, but once I met her and heard about her desires and… well… her favorite type of sex, I knew we would let her be your present.” She turned to Becky, who was sitting there, naked, with her hand held tightly between her legs. “Okay, Becky, come over here and crawl up on the bed.” She patted the bed next to me. Becky obeyed without saying a word. She seemed a little shy about this since we had just met and didn’t know each other at all, but she did get into position. I could see that she was definitely taller than my wife and Diane. She appeared to be about 5’9”, maybe a few extra pounds, but those were well distributed into her tits and hips as well as her waist. She looked fucking hot and was also completely shaved.
“Honey, stand up behind her.” I did, seeing for the first time her glorious ass and pussy from behind. I was going to like this.
“Just a second.” Cindy reached to the nightstand and pulled out the lube. I figured that maybe Becky was not that wet yet, but she didn’t even check. I started to reach out and check, but Cindy got there first. “Hold on, honey.” She opened the lube and looked up at me. “I know that you have always wanted to fuck a woman’s ass, and Becky revealed to Diane that she loves anal. So, this is your present, hon. You get to fuck your first ass!”
“Wow! Thank you!” I leaned over and kissed Cindy.
Cindy moved forward and spread some lube on my hard as ever cock. What she did next, however, really shocked me. She took more lube and using two fingers spread it around Becky’s asshole, rubbing it into the little brown puckered ring, and then she started working them into Becky’s ass! Fuck, my wife was finger fucking this woman to get her ready for my dick! Becky moaned as she did it and lowered her head and shoulders to the bed. Diane sat next to her and ran her hand over Becky’s back.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Cindy grinned at me. She took my cock and I let her lead it to Becky’s ass. She leaned over and watched closely as she put it against the tight ring and I pushed. Diane reached up under Becky and rubbed her clit, causing Becky to moan and push against my dick harder.
Finally, Becky spoke. “Just push hard. I haven’t had anal sex since my husband died, and my little silver bullet is smaller than you. I like it hard and fast, so just push and fuck me already!”
Cindy looked up at me and shrugged. She let go of my dick and I pushed harder against Becky.
My head popped thru and Becky moaned. “Oh, fuck, I do love anal sex!” I started working back and forth, pushing my dick in deeper on each thrust and pulling back until the circumcised mushroom head caught on the ring. Finally, I was fucking her hard and the tightness was amazing. “Oh, yes, fuck my ass! Fuck me hard, baby! Cum deep in my ass!”
Wow! Another dirty talker. More stimulation for my overloaded senses!
She continued to give directions. “Diane, rub my clit faster. Make me cum when he does!”
I started thrusting faster and I could feel her moving faster from the ass-fucking and clit rubbing. She was thrusting her ass back at me and my balls were slapping up against Diane’s hand on each thrust. I watched as her tight little ring held on to me, causing my cum to start boiling in my balls, ready to fill her ass.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Becky was cumming and the sight, sound, and clenching ass did me in.
“Oh my god!” I started cumming, my dick buried in her ass and making little thrusts as each spurt erupted from my cock. I kept cumming and cumming, until I finally almost collapsed against her. I looked down and realized I was holding her hips so tight that I might leave marks. I slowly backed out of her and my cock popped out.
“That was amazing!” Cindy was staring at my dick and Becky’s slowing closing ass. “Look how it gapes and takes a while to close up!” Cindy and Diane both leaned to see better. Becky was still panting and on her knees with her ass up in the air. I moved around and sat on the bed. Becky finally rolled to the side toward Cindy.
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe how wonderful it was to get fucked in the ass again.”
Cindy started stroking Becky’s hip. “Did you do that a lot with your husband?”
“Oh, yeah. When we were young before we had children, it was our method of birth control. We both enjoyed it so much and he was so good… and… and ….” Suddenly, Becky started crying.
“There, there.” Cindy spooned up behind her and started stroking her shoulder and hip.
Diane lay down in front of her and started stroking her face. Diane looked into her eyes. “It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts. He was a wonderful man.”
Becky was wiping her tears away. “I know, I know. I was so fucking angry at him for the first few months because he never took care of himself when the doctor told him to. It has taken me a long time to get over him. The anal sex just brought it all back.”
The three women comforted each other. I lay down. I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to find out what might happen next time. My wife was letting go with her bisexuality and had invited another woman into our bed to give me anal sex. Life just kept getting better and better.

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The Ten of Them: chapter 17
In our last chapter great-great- great-great-grandpa’s treasure divided evenly among all members of the family named by Sam. The treasure was so great each and every one got more than a billion dollars. This led to some interesting things happening, the family treated JJ to a new wardrobe. JJ and the others silent partnered with most businesses in town, and even help create new ones. This created a boom in town in the local economy sprang back headed upward unlike most of the nation.
JJ and Kathryn chartered a flight and picked up Sam’s godfather, Captain Ron Davis, and just arrived back home with him and a coworker, Sergeant Reese Hansen, both friends of Sam’s late parents. Given their connection to Sam’s mother especially it is no wonder that they want to insure Sam’s well-being.
Captain Davis is impressed at first sight of our home. I noticed Marshall’s house is coming along nicely. In a few months Marshall and Misty should be making themselves at home there. Joan’s house is nearly as far along, with roof and windows installed. The brick walls are under construction in a few more days to see their completion. I point out the two homes to the Captain and explain their significance to Sam.
Sam takes Ron and Reese on a tour of her home as Alyssa and Mom are preparing dinner. Kathryn is sorting our laundry from the trip. When Sam brings them through the utility room Reese asks Kathryn, “Kathryn why don’t you hire someone to do that? I never thought a rich person with even touch their dirty laundry.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I never thought of myself as that type of rich person. You know the really helpless ones who couldn’t survive without their money. Mom had me doing laundry since I was eight years old. It’s no big deal.”
Reese giggles too, before she says, “You definitely are not the typical billionaire most people think of.” I walk in with our laundry basket at the end of the conversation. Reese begins to giggle before Sam pulls her on to the show the rest of the house. I look at Kathryn and she only giggles before returning back to work on the dirty laundry. I began helping Kathryn sorting the laundry what we always do together. The basket is empty I go to Sam’s room to get her dirty laundry.
On my way back I happened over hear Ron asking Sam if she’s happy. Sam giggling says, “Yes, Mommy and Daddy take good care of me. Daddy and I have a lot of fun together, he taught me to swim. He loves me and Mommy a lot. Mommy and I have fun too. Mommy loves Daddy and me a lot.”
Ron says, “That’s good Sam, I’m glad you’re happy.”
Sam asks, “I want to go swimming, did you bring a swimsuit?”
Ron answers, “Sorry Sam I don’t go swimming anymore not since my injury.”
Reese says, “I brought my swimsuit Sam I will swim with you.”
Sam giggles and pulls Kathryn after her, “Mommy help me put my swimsuit on.” Kathryn giggles and scoops Sam up carrying her to her bedroom. A few minutes later Sam and Kathryn appear in our bedroom so Kathryn can change into her swimsuit. Once she has I can’t help but notice the slight bulge that is our growing child.
Kathryn sees me watching and looks down I think is the first time she too has noticed that her womb is actually beginning to show the fact that she is pregnant.
She is little more than nine weeks along now, two thirds through her first trimester. I walk to Kathryn and gently caress her tiny bulge. I pull her into a passionate kiss before telling her, “I love you more than life itself. Thank you for giving me our daughter.”
Kathryn pulls me into a passionate kiss at last a very long time until Sam’s giggling gets our attention. Once we break Sam says, “I love seeing you like that. When you kiss like that I know you love each other.”
I chuckle and say, “That’s right my big girl, I do love your Mommy.”
An idea hits me I know I can push my passion into Kathryn I wonder if our bond will let me share my emotions with her. I gently placed my hand on the center of her chest looking into Kathryn’s eyes I reach out allow my life-force to mingle with hers. Kathryn takes a sharp breath in as I can feel her love for me, her joy at our closeness. Our bond lets us share our emotions. It makes sense if we can share our lust why not all the other emotions.
Kathryn and I immediately pulled into a passionate kiss, and we are reluctant to break. Only when Reese’s voice asks, “Are you two going to kiss all day or come swimming?”
With a chuckle I say, “I just can’t get enough of her lips.”
Reese picking up Sam says, “Sam that’s what newlyweds are like.”
Sam points Reese over to the elevator and Reese raises an eyebrow as Sam pushes the button for the elevator. Kathryn giggles and says, “JJ didn’t even know I wanted a bedroom with its own elevator when he had the house designed. When he had it built I was only ten years old and I already knew this would be our bedroom.”
Reese giggles and says, “You’ve been in love with him a long time then.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “It seems like all my life.”
Sam giggling says, “It was a week before I was born you were in love.”
Reese questions, “Sam you’re only a four-year-old, Kathryn yours surely older than fourteen?”
Kathryn giggling says, “That’s right I’m fourteen and nine weeks old, and nine weeks pregnant.”
As the elevator doors open we step in Reese is silent for a long time, as the doors open again on to the family room we step out. Reese asks, “JJ doesn’t the law say you have to be sixteen or its statutory rape?”
Not knowing Reese that well I say, “We were married on Kathryn’s fourteenth birthday which is the earliest the state will allow.”
Kathryn giggling merrily says, “I’m pretty sure that’s the day I got pregnant, although the doctor thinks it was a week later.”
Sam says, “I can’t wait for my baby sister to get here. She is gonna be a lot of fun to teach how to swim.”
With a chuckle I say, “Sam it may be a couple years after she’s born before you get to teach her how to swim.”
Sam is a little sad before I say, “Sam you have to teach her how to talk and walk before you can teacher how to swim.”
Sam with a giggle says, “I almost forgot about that, there are a lot of things I will have to teach her too.”
Reese giggles and says, “Sam I was a big sister it can be a lot of fun, and a lot of hard work too.”
Kathryn giggles as she says, “We will not let Sam worked too hard, she tries to do that already. It only took her six weeks to finish the first grade requirements for homeschooling.”
Sam grumbles, “Reese, Daddy isn’t letting me start the second grade.”
Chuckling I say, “That’s right Sam. You have to have a vacation just like all the other kids do between grade levels.”
Reese giggles and asks, “Sam you really like doing homeschool?”
Sam brightens and answers, “It gives me a lot of time with Mommy and Daddy, and I like to learn new things.”
Reese asks, “Sam you love spending time with your Mommy and Daddy?”
Sam giggles and answers, “Yes I do. Mommy and Daddy like to spend a lot of time with me too. They don’t mind me coming to watch them work. Daddy was teaching a class on how to trade stocks and commodities. He still would not get mad at me for coming in setting in his lap. If he had to get up he would pass me to Mommy and Mommy would let me sit in her lap.”
With a chuckle I say, “My Princess why wouldn’t I let you set on my lap.”
Sam giggles brightly before she continues, “After lunch when I get sleepy before my nap Daddy he wouldn’t let go of me. Daddy always knew when I was getting tired. When he wasn’t busy he would read to me, or he was always there when one of my aunts would read to me before my nap.”
Kathryn gives me playful smack on my butt giggling she says, “JJ spoils Sam every chance he gets.”
Sam giggles at the two of us and says, “Daddy spoils you too Mommy. He does it because he loves us.”
I give both of them a kiss and chuckle before I challenge them to a race. “First one to twenty-five laps wins.”
As soon as Sam’s feet touched the ground I take a running dive. I am followed quickly by Sam and Kathryn, while Reese watches. Reese becomes the unofficial race monitor as she counts laps for each of us, she was a little surprised when Sam pulled in front of us on the fifth lap, where on the twenty-third lap and Sam finishes. Getting out of the pool Sam looks at Reese happily. Sam calls to me, “Hurry up Daddy I’m already done.”
The Coach laughs from the doorway and when Sam notices him she runs to him and excitedly says, “Grandpa I won a race of twenty-five laps with Mommy and Daddy.”
The Coach scoops up Sam even though she’s wet from the pool he gives her a warm hug before he says, “That’s my Princess Sam.”
Reese is watching with a bright smile. Kathryn and I watch from the pool, we turn to do our last lap.
Kathryn and I finished the race in Kathryn wins between the two of us. Giggling Kathryn says, “That’s what you get for trying to cheat and get a head start.”
With a chuckle I say, “If I didn’t have a little bit of a head start, I would still be swimming.”
I help Kathryn out of the pool, and her Dad notices immediately the tiny bulge. His eyes light up it’s one thing to see the test strip and hear what the doctor said. It’s another to see the tiny bulge in know you’re going to be a grandpa. Holding Sam he says, “You see there, Sam that tiny bulge that your Mom has now. That’s going to be your little brother or sister.”
Sam giggles and corrects her grandpa, “That’s going to be Amanda my baby sister.”
Reese asks, “Can they tell the sex this early?”
Sam says, “Daddy can, he knew about the lightning before it hit the tree.”
With a chuckle I say, “I had a premonition that Kathryn was pregnant and we’re going to have a girl.”
The coach chuckles, “That explains why you never had an intercepted pass the entire time you’re playing high school football. You have clairvoyance.”
Chuckling I say, “Possibly, or just a good quarterback and I can read the defense.”
Reese giggles and asks, “Sam you keep talking about the tree JJ knocked down with lightning. Can you show me where it was?”
Chuckling the coach says, “We saw it up and put it in the wood pile to dry out for firewood. We’ve even filled the whole back in after digging through making sure we didn’t miss anything. We do have pictures.”
I chuckle before I ask, “1.2 billion is not enough for you Dad?”
He chuckles and says, “It’s far more than enough, but I just wanted to make sure great grandpa JT’s treasure was all found.”
Reese let’s a long whistle out before she asks, “You guys found the treasure worth 1.2 billion?”
Maybe she didn’t hear on the plane about how much Sam was actually worth, but before I can answer Sam says, “Each person in the family got 1.2 billion after taxes.”
Reese says, “You guys found a treasure worth 1.2 billion for each member of the family, and you’ve got a big family Sam.”
Giggling Sam replies, “Twenty-one, I got twenty-one people in my family.”
Reese asks, “Sam what about Ron isn’t he part of your family?”
Sam says, “Ron always said he wasn’t, when I started to call him uncle before he left.”
Reese says, “So Ron cut himself out, because he didn’t want to be responsible for you.”
Sam says, “I don’t know why he would always say I’m not part of your family.”
Six of Sam’s aunts, the only two missing is Alyssa and Joan, come into the pool area in each take Sam into their arms giving her a warm hug. After passing Sam on Kathryn’s sisters give their father a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek which he returns. They always seemed a little cool to each other before and Kathryn giggles at seeing their closeness. I whisper to Kathryn a question, “What’s happened that Dad and the girls seem a lot closer?”
Kathryn moving over to hug me whispers back, “Sam, seeing Dad love on Sam made us remember we used to let him do that to us when we were little. As we got older we made Dad stop I think that hurt him. I was talking with Kara while we were in Texas, she said he finally just walked up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss. He did that to each of the girls. They hadn’t realized they would miss it that much especially when we were like nine.”
Chuckling I whisper, “You better go over there and get our hug and kiss from your father too.”
Kathryn gives me a playful bump with her hip as she started walking over to Dad. When she gets there he pulls her into a hug and kisses her on the cheek just like he did his other daughters. Smiling brightly says, “Baby girl I love you.” He drops his hand down to her bulge and gently caresses her causing her to giggle.
He pulls his hand away not wanting to tickle her. Kathryn sisters notice, they almost appear jealous for a half second until they notice the slight bulge Kathryn has. Kara steps forward and takes Kathryn into her arms giving her a little kiss before she allows herself to caress the bulge too. This is repeated for each of her sisters, MC and Misty also. I can’t help but notice Misty has a bulge as well. Marshall walks in. I chuckle and wave him over I tell him, “Watch each the girls just noticed Kathryn is showing. Have you noticed Misty is too?”
Misty seems to let her hand linger, and Kathryn looking down notices Misty’s bulge Kathryn’s hand moves to Misty’s bulge and begins to caress her as well. The two giggle merrily as the rest of the women catch on. They all give Misty a hug and a caress too.
Marshall gives me a punch in the shoulder before he says, “The doctors said March 7 for a due date.”
Returning his playful punch I say, “I would have your bags packed before the first if I was you.”
Reese asks, “That have to do with your premonition?”
I say, “Yes and no, the premonition is for Kathryn to deliver on 1 March. Misty just happens to be the same size of a bulge. There’s a good chance they’ll deliver at the same time.”
Reese says, “I guess that makes sense, you are neighbors and the girls getting pregnant at the same time. Weather has a way of triggering women to start labor. If you’re right JJ Misty has a very good chance of delivering at the same time. First babies have a tendency to either be a week or two either side of the due date.”
Marshall says, “The first of March or the 7th isn’t that much of a difference. I’m sure we’ll have the bags packed just in case.”
Marshall chuckles and asks, “You see the house? It’s coming along really good; the brick we picked for the siding was available. Joan had to wait a week on hers that’s why mine is finished before hers. On the interior everything is nearly complete, the insulation is going in right now. Once that’s finished the drywall starts going up. Coach’s foreman said will be finished before Christmas on both my house and Joan’s. MC should be done by Valentine’s Day.
MC hearing someone speaking about her turns to us, she with a sexy sway to her hips walks over and gives me a hug. She asks seductively, “JJ, are you going to mind if I stay until they finish my house?”
Chuckling I say, “MC you know we adopted you. Family always stays together, no I won’t have you leaving until your house is finished.”
MC goes over to Kathryn gives her a hug and a kiss and says, “Told you he would not notice it, the man only has eyes for you.”
The truth is I did notice that MC had come onto me. I just played it off like my sisters-in-laws teasing me. Sometimes I think it is Kathryn testing me now. Maybe she’s a little insecure knowing her body would change because of her pregnancy. I love her more now than ever, and my love for her seems to grow every day.
Sam comes up and asks, “Daddy want to play swimming tag?”
With a chuckle I say, “Okay Sam let’s play tag. I tag Marshall saying loudly, “You’re it.” Sam and I dive into the pool and swim away before Marshall who dives in after me. Since the game started out of the pool Marshall can tag me. As soon as he does I try to get Sam who giggles and swims away. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the family to join in. Even Reese gets into the pool and is tagged by Sam. Reese catches Kara and her fingers get caught in the strings of her bikini she accidentally removes Kara’s top. Kara quickly grabs it but we all noticed the love bites on Kara’s breast. Her sisters tease her about them.
Kara returns, “So what if Daniel does like giving me love bites on my breast.” Her statement was met with giggles from her sisters.
The Coach groans before he turns and leaves. I was a little puzzled by his reaction, but I think I can understand it. With Kathryn he had quite a while to get used to the fact we were a couple. Daniel and Kara had only been a couple for just over two months. Kathryn and I were together over two years before we had sex, and engaged over seven months. Kara isn’t even engaged to Daniel yet, and looks like they’re having sex. I think the coach is just being protective, but he also knows Kara is old enough to make that decision on her own. Maybe there’s something else going on, I guess I should ask.
Once I tag someone else, Kara just got me. I don’t have to ask right now anyway, it may be best to let him think it over first. I swim toward my two favorite targets and dive under the water seems to be my best chance to catch them unaware. It doesn’t work this time and I turn quickly and caught Marshall. When I surface he playfully splashes me. With a chuckle I say, “You’re still it.”
Marshall swims off trying to catch the nearest target which is Sam, Sam easily out swims Marshall, the girl is very fast now. I’m resting on the side because Marshall is unable to tag me and until he does tag someone I don’t have to worry.
We play in the pool for another half an hour. I got tagged three more times, let me get Kathryn once, and Sam once plus I caught Kara too. After we were out resting I had a chance to speak to Kathryn about how her father reacted earlier. I asked if she knew anything or any reason he would act that way. I knew her brothers used to give me a hard time when Kathryn and I first started dating. But when they saw how protective I was of Kathryn they backed off. Course it could’ve been the several times I threw them on their ass when I was training with them. Now all three of the brothers are fairly decent with the type of martial arts I trained. They know I can throw them on their ass if I want to, they also know I would do anything to protect Kathryn and Sam, as well as the rest of the family.
After Kathryn thought about it she said, “Dad really has always been that way, even with you. I think it took the bear to let him know just how you really felt about me. He knows that you would give your life to protect me if that’s what you needed to do.”
I hug Kathryn and tell her, “Of course my love, you mean more to me than anything. You know I’ll do anything to keep you, Sam, and our baby safe.”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You’ve already prove that to the family a couple times over. We know that’s not idle talk, the problem is that he doesn’t know that about Daniel. If Daniel would be is willing to put himself on the line for Kara. Dad has known Daniel for a long time, he was a quarterback when he went to school and coached by Dad.”
With concern I ask, “Does he have a good reason to feel this way?”
Now with the new giggle Kathryn says, “About you yes. I’m not sure about Daniel he may or may not have a reason.”
I give Kathryn a hug and then say, “I don’t ever want to see Kara hurt, if Dad has a good reason to act like he doesn’t want them together. Kathryn, I don’t know what we will do, because I love your sisters and never want to see them hurt or upset and definitely not upset with me.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “They all know that. They all know that you’re trying to do your best to look out for them just like you look out for Sam and me.”
Dinner was ready shortly after that, Kathryn, Sam and I had showered and dressed. Sam missed her nap so little after dinner she lay down for a half hour. Kathryn joins her taking a nap too and I went to find the Coach for a talk. I still wanted to find out what was going on.
I found him out in the shed, he was fiddling with the tractor he was working on the first day I met him. It seems like any time he is upset that’s where we can find him. Walking up to him I say, “I know you really can afford a new one you just like working on this old piece of shit.”
The Coach chuckles and says, “I know I can afford a new one. But this one isn’t dead yet and don’t call my tractor a piece of shit.”
Chuckling I say, “Sorry for that Dad.” I started calling him Dad a lot more often. He doesn’t seem to mind, and when I do, he knows I need or want to talk about something. Now that I have his attention I ask him, “I saw your reaction to what Kara said today. I was just wondering is it because you don’t trust Daniel, or is it something else?”
After taking a deep breath he says, “It was that obvious. Kara in some ways is a lot younger than Kathryn, not by the calendar of course. Even though Kathryn is my baby girl a long time ago I realized she’s more mature than her years. Of all my daughters Kathryn is the most mature, some would say an old soul. I am afraid that Kara is going to get hurt. I’ve known Daniel for a decade now, he still seems like the young man I first met. Of course he is older and his body is full-grown now but he still seems almost the same maturity level. When he was younger he went through a lot of girls, usually treated them all the same. I overheard him and my son talking when he was only fourteen and give Michael Junior some advice on girls. He told Michael, never get too serious about a girl, she will break your heart if you do. When you can mark the girl do it, that way if any other guy sees the marks he knows she has a boyfriend. A lot of guys will mark the girl again in a different spot, that’s what I do it that way the guy knows she’s cheating.”
I ask, “So you think Daniel doesn’t my hurting her, because he doesn’t care that much about her?”
The Coach shakes his head yes before he says, “I know Kara had a crush on him before he went off to college. Her brothers would not let Daniel try anything, but I think he wanted to. It’s not the age difference that bothers me. It is the way he always treated girls that’s upsetting me.”
If I’d known this in the past I would not have been so happy that Kara was with Daniel. I know she was miserable having a crush on me, she knew I wouldn’t cheat on Kathryn in any fashion. I know she respected that because of all of Kathryn sisters Kara was the one who hardly ever teased me. I’m still hoping her and Daniel will be good together, Kara seems to be happy with him. Maybe if I can talk to Daniel and find out how he really feels about Kara. If he truly loves her, I can set Dad’s mind at ease and mine too.
The Coach goes back to work on the tractor and I like always I give him a hand helping where I can. The hay will need cut soon so will need the tractor running to do that. The coach’s hayfield was always a source of extra income for him, his high school coaching position barely kept food on the table for the ten of them. Now that he really doesn’t need to have that income I’m not sure why he’s going to cut the hay other than just to keep the farm in good condition.
When you abandon a hayfield, it tent to go wild in just a couple seasons. Saplings will start up on the edges of the field sometimes in a single season. Squirrels hiding the nuts in the tall grass of the abandoned hayfield are the most likely reason for the spread of trees into the field. Abandoned fields also are a fire hazard the hay being highly combustible if it’s still standing and dry, so there’s a number of reasons why to go ahead and cut it other than the extra income.
I do want to know why he needs to cut it. I ask, “You plan on cutting your hayfield soon?”
The Coach says, “Yes, I want a little hay up for Sam’s Christmas present I’m planning on getting her.”
Now my curiosity really is running wild and I think he can see so Dad continues, “I want to get Sam a pony for Christmas. She’s at the age where all my girls started to ask for one, but I never was able to. I’ll have to set down talk to each girl before I do buy the pony. Of all my daughters Kathryn was the easiest to explain to when she was four and a half years old. That’s when I knew she was more mature than her sisters. You think living on a farm I could afford a pony for them, but I needed to sell the hay before. Oh by the way, thank you for helping out on every one of the cuttings since you moved in. It is things like that, that make you who you are. It also made me realize that you and Kathryn were meant for each other. She’s just like you in a lot of ways.”
I remember back to my first time helping with the hay, the hay bales only way seventy pounds each but there several thousand of them that need to be stacked first onto the truck then into the barn. It wasn’t a big deal to help out, especially once Kathryn started trading with me. It was only for a couple days usually only two possibly three times during the summer. It turned out to be a pretty good way to stay in shape along with the weights and running.
I chuckle and say, “If you give Sam a pony, I know what I am getting Kathryn for her next birthday.”
The Coach laughs and says, “That would be a saddle, because I am buying all the girls horses for Christmas.”
I chuckle and say, “In that case I am definitely helping you with the hay. I want to get the tackle if that isn’t already decided.”
The Coach informed me, “Sorry, Helen already has that picked out, a different one for each of the girls. The only one she’s not buying is Kathryn’s saddle she said she didn’t want to tempt Kathryn into riding until after the baby. She said she gave her an IOU for the saddle.”
With a laugh I say, “I guess I will end up building a new stable, yours is just a little small for the eight to twenty horses we will end up with.”
Getting a slightly confused look the Coach asks, “Twenty?”
With a chuckle I say, “You do know how many kids will be around here soon. Marshall and Misty are expecting. Kathryn and I plan a large family. Joan had four bedrooms added to her home for her kids. MC is still young enough to want children. Plus I want a horse. I don’t want Kathryn and Sam to ride alone. I’m sure Marshall would want one too. Even if we shared a few horses that still going to be more than you have the room for now.”
Chuckling the coach says, “Why do you think I haven’t gotten one yet. With horses you just don’t have one not with as many kids as I have.”
After their nap Kathryn and Sam find me still helping with the tractor, although we were just about done. Sam watches as I help her grandfather, Kathryn begins telling Sam about the first day we met, and how she keeps my secret about how much money I make. Kathryn almost laughed hysterically telling Sam about how I got her brothers to stop teasing her about her name. Sam looks at me before she says, “Daddy you really didn’t hurt my uncles did you?”
The Coach answers before I could say anything, “Only their pride Sam, and it was something they needed.”
Sam giggles at that, and Kathryn continues the story. When Kathryn gets to the point where she’s talking about our first kiss she looks at me before she says, “Sam the first time I kissed your Daddy I knew he was going to be my husband and we were going to be together for all our lives.” Her finger goes to her necklace and gently runs across it.
Looking into Sam’s eyes I say, “I knew that too Sam. That I was going to marry your Mommy and be very happy.”
The coach chuckles and asks, “That talk you had with me, when you ask if you could date Kathryn you already knew you were going to marry my daughter?”
Looking him straight in the eye’s I say, “Yes Dad I knew then, but I didn’t want to sound like I was crazy.”
The coach chuckles and says, “Somehow part of me knew what you were really asking.”
Kathryn continues, “Sam that was the day your Daddy gave me my necklace just before my tenth Birthday. Even though Sam we knew would spend the rest of our life together we waited a long time to make love, even though we knew it would be all right because we will be together forever. JJ waited until I was ready.”
The Coach chuckles, “More importantly he waited until I was ready to deal with it. He already asked Kathryn to marry him, and I gotten accustomed to the idea of them being together forever.”
Smiling the Coach asks, “Sam you remember the story about the bear?” With a big grin Sam shakes her head yes. The Coach continues, “I knew right then after I got the phone call from your Aunt Michelle that JJ, your Daddy would always be part of this family. Michelle was in tears as she told me how JJ risked his life. That he was likely hurt or killed to have saved her and her sisters. When she said they were fine and were there. I never thought I have driven so fast in my life to get to my Mom’s house. When I got there JJ had already left. Michelle and Kathryn told me the story about the bear. Kathryn told me how he stood between his family and the bear. I knew right then they would be married, I can see the love and pride in Kathryn as she told me about JJ.”
Kathryn pointed out to her father, “Well JJ had already asked for me to marry him.”
The Coach chuckles as he remembers. Addressing Kathryn and I he says, “Until that point I thought the two of you would have a fight and break up like most young couples do. After that I realized how deeply JJ truly felt about you Kathryn, and how you truly felt about him. That’s when I and your mother truly accepted your engagement and marriage. That’s also when we started planning your wedding.”
Kathryn gives me a hug that Sam joins in on. Giggling Sam says, “My Daddy is a real hero.”
A warm laugh draws our attention to the doorway where Ron and Reese stand with Uncle George and Alyssa and Joan. Crossing the floor Ron says as he stands in front of me, “When I first learned a little about you, and heard the stories Sam and Kathryn told I was a little more than skeptical. I realize something now, those stories were true and you really are a hero in your own right. Nancy’s daughter is in good hands.”
Reese smiling steps up alongside him and she reaches out her hand to me, she shakes my hand and says, “I do agree, and I see how much you love Sam and how much she loves you in return. I owe Nancy my life and I’ll always do whatever it takes to protect Sam. I know now that you would do that out of love for her.”
Sam reaches for Reese and Reese takes her into her embrace and Sam gives her a kiss on her cheek which Reese returns. Then Sam reaches for Ron and Reese passes Sam to Ron and Sam gives Ron a kiss on his cheek and Ron returns Sam’s kiss. Sam hugging her godfather says, “Ron, if you want to get out of the military Daddy can help you and Reese. He helped Uncle Marshall, Aunt Misty, Aunt MC and Aunt Joan before we found the treasure. He can do the same thing for you, can’t you Daddy?”
With a smile I say, “If that’s what Ron wants I will help him to retire.”
Ron has a questioning look so I continue, “The classes Sam talked about how I helped Marshall, Misty, MC, and Joan to learn how to trade using the Internet. I instructed them on how to research and identify stock for potential profit, stability in return for a long-term investment. Also we delved into commodities trading for profit.”
Ron and Reese had a so what look which start Joan to giggling. She says, “JJ teaches it hands-on, you actually train every day the markets are open making profit, over three months I learned how to make sixty-five million dollars.” Their previous underwhelm expression has been replaced by OMG expression.
Kathryn laughs at the sudden change of expressions and says, “JJ was a billionaire at age sixteen now that he turned eighteen he had two billion before his share of the treasure. I think he was going to teach everyone in the family to trade eventually.”
With a chuckle I say, “I would gladly teach each and every one how to trade, but no one other than Kathryn seem to be interested.”
The Coach chuckles and said, “They didn’t want to get between you and Kathryn in the two of you trading seemed like you were having such a good time doing that.”
Kathryn laughs brightly and says, “It was always fun to be with JJ for me. No matter what we were doing my husband always let me know just how much he loves me. Now we have Sam together, and I see his heart seems to grow with love each and every person he brings into his life.”
Joan steps forward wraps me in a hug kisses me on the cheek she says, “JJ has made me his sister. His father by saving my Mom’s life saved my life before I was even born. I just wish JJ’s Dad didn’t have to die to save my Mom, but that connects us. JJ’s father became my Mom’s guardian angel.”
Alyssa steps forward and wraps me and Joan in her arms she says, “JJ stepped in to my life, my ex-husband had just lost his second job, and I was laid off also. That’s when he moved out here, instead of selling the house in California JJ had my ex-husband and me watch over it. He paid us way too much to do that. I realize now it was to get Joan and Johnny out of the neighborhood we were in. He insisted on sending them to a private school to keep them out of the public schools. When my ex-husband filed for divorce JJ made available his lawyers in California for me. When I needed to go he paid for the air fare, and the hotel, a five-star at that, and his Mom comes with me, without her I don’t think I could’ve gone through that. He was training Joan how to trade in one day he made her a millionaire. JJ your Dad may be my Guardian Angel, but you are his hands.”
Sam giggles and asks, “Aunt Alyssa, are you talking about Angel Grandpa Joseph?”
I don’t think anyone ever called my Dad Joseph but my Mom. I know I never told Sam that in the only one that possibly could have would be my mother and I am pretty sure she didn’t, but I will ask. From the look on Alyssa’s face she has no idea what Sam is talking about. So I asked Sam, “Sam did my Mom tell you what she used to call my Dad?”
Sam shakes her head no and says, “Angel Grandpa Joseph said that’s how you will know he is real.”
A quick look around the room and every face is as confused as Alyssa’s so I tell them, “Mom used to call Dad Joseph, even though that was his middle name. Mom also was the only person as far as I know to call him Joseph.”
Sam continues, “Angel Grandpa Joseph is very proud of Daddy. He says Daddy is doing very well. That’s why I’m here. He knew you would take care of me. He got together with Angel Mommy and Daddy and helped bring us all together.”
Alyssa says, “If anyone deserves wings it would be John Joseph Meyer, senior.” I smile at her knowing her words carry a double meaning. I’m unsure if I truly deserve wings, but I hope I don’t have to find out any time soon.
Reese asks, “Tell me about JJ’s father, how he saved you Alyssa?”
Alyssa begins, “A little over fifteen years ago now when I was pregnant with Joan I was driving on the LA freeway, when all of a sudden a multiple car crash happened. It all happened so fast. The collision knocked me unconscious as my car struck others and struck from behind. The next thing I know I was in an ambulance with a fireman. He told me I was very lucky to be alive, but wouldn’t tell me how I got in the ambulance.
It wasn’t until later I found out that JJ’s father had rescued me from my burning car. He rescued six others before he reached me. He was carrying me through the wreckage when he saw an oncoming car. He tossed me I’m not sure exactly how far at least two car lengths and I landed on the fireman that’s why he was in the ambulance with me. JJ’s father didn’t have time to clear the wreckage before that oncoming car slammed into it. He was trapped and killed, but he saved me and my baby.”
Ron asks, “JJ how old were you when this happened?”
With a sad smile I say, “I was just a little over three years old, when it happened. That was a bad day, I had a bad cold and when my Dad came in to say goodbye I sneezed all over him. He had to change his jersey before he could leave.”
Reese asks, “JJ do you feel guilty because of that? You are only a toddler at the time.”
With pride in my father I say, “No, even though that might have delayed him keeping him out of the accident. He arrived on the scene and managed to stop and not be in the accident. My Dad followed his heart and immediately went to help. He was the type of person who wouldn’t stand by and not help. My Dad saved Alyssa because he had too. It wasn’t in him to do any less. He was always a hero to me too.”
Alyssa says, “My hero and my Guardian Angel, I hope he really knows how truly grateful I am.”
George wiping a tear from his eye says, “Me too.” He moves to Alyssa side and places his arm across her shoulders and she cuddles into him.
The next couple days go by quickly, Ron and Reese spent a good deal of time with Sam. That following Monday at breakfasts I ask, “Ron, Reese, have you thought about my offer on training you how to trade?”
Ron chuckle before he says, “You were serious? I would love to.”
Reese says, “I was going to reenlist after my leave, that means vacation, but if I managed to make enough money I could turn down my reenlistment.”
Ron asks, “We only have three weeks left, you think we can make a million each?”
Marshall and Misty were there and they crack up looking at each other. Ron has a wounded expression until Marshall explains, “JJ did that for his first-class in two days. You have enough time to make about twenty million if you work at it every day there is trading.”
I tell Ron, “I helped them do that, that same two days because I could invest more I made over fifteen million. I’ll make you a deal I don’t want you to use of all your vacation time on trading in our class. We’ll use this week to get you over five million each. After you leave the military we will finish our class will get you to where I had the others at, so you can retire and draw million a year in dividends after taxes.”
Ron and Reese look at each other and slowly break into a broad smile before they look back to me. Ron says, “Deal. I will gladly return and work as long as it takes to get there.”
Reese giggles before she says, “Oh, me too!”
It’s still an hour before the markets opens so I get them up and start their accounts were going to buy some commodities that I’ve researched, along with Marshall and Misty. They will be helping this week fifteen minutes into our class Sam comes and sits on my lap. Like always Sam is very well behaved and doesn’t interrupt as I teach Ron and Reese. Kathryn comes in and gets Sam to take her down to do laps. Sam points out before she leaves that we should buy corn, Ron chuckles and waves as Sam leaves. We’ve been trading and slowly have built up their capital nearly half a million by early afternoon. I know the agriculture report doesn’t come out for two days. Most of the commodity brokers rely heavily on it, but I don’t. I do my own research and usually could predict what the agriculture report from USDA will have up to fifteen or twenty days before it. Sam is absolute right on the corn. It was a bad year over most of the Corn Belt, too cool or too wet at the very first the planting season, the growing season was dry and cool and as a result the harvest will be light this year. Corn prices should rocket on this news.
The trick is not to buy too early and tip our hand revealing what we believe. Besides that I want to get them to point where they can put half a million in corn that’s it easily turn into five million just in a day. I see corn prices are on the rise, having them sell everything else they have more than a half-million needed I have them buy corn, and I pick up two million in futures too.
Ron and Reese have a questioning look like I just paid attention to a four-year-old. I explained my research, which I did when Sam was on my lap most of the time. Explain I also bought a million in futures for Sam along with my own. Sam probably could easily trade, make it decent living working one or two weeks a year. I explained to them were done for the week except for selling on Wednesday afternoon and we can set an automatically sale. I show them how to do that. You still have fifty thousand in cash if you want to learn a little more.
Ron chuckles before he says, “You mean is this easy. If you outthink the USDA and correct about it, you can make five or six million a week.”
I point out to Ron, “You remember it isn’t that easy. You need to know about corn like a farmer does, you need to know that three degrees difference in temperature over a week’s time will make the difference in a great harvest, or average one. The difference in how long it will take for the corn to set if it’s planted late, and what the weather was like over that timeframe. If you have heavy rain not enough pollen will make it from ear to ear. Bees that produce honey from the corn pollen are a great indicator. That honey production was down this year, a good indication the corn didn’t set the kernels very well.
Marshall says, “Having a few friends that live throughout the Corn Belt and asking them how their weather and crops are doing isn’t a bad idea. I have a few Facebook friends, and ask them about their crops, we trade information back and forth, they also buy commodities and we give them a heads up on the cotton crop. I don’t just trust one person. I get a lot of information from several.”
Misty says, “I take the information Marshall gets, correlate it with whether information, that way we get a bigger picture from just a few people. We also can figure out if it’s going to be a local event or a regional one. In short there is a lot more work behind a commodity buys then just taking a cheap one hoping it goes higher. You have to do your due diligence on any commodity or stock to actually make money.”
Reese asks, “How do you guys keep track of all this?”
Marshall and Misty say in unison, “JJ and Kathryn.” Marshall continues, “They both have memories that let them access all this information faster than any supercomputer. They’re both natural wonders like that.”
With a chuckle I say, “We’re not the only two people in the world like that. As a matter of fact Sam also has that type of memory. That’s how she knew corn would be a great buy.”
Reese giggling says, “Remind me never to promise Sam something lightly she will never let me forget it.”
I ask, “Reese what did you promise my daughter?”
With a giggle she says, “I promised her I would teach her how to shoot a rifle.”
I raise an eyebrow before I say, “You do know I’ll make her wait until she is at least twelve, before you have to fulfill that promise, and yes Sam will not let you forget it.”
Reese groans before she says, “That’s eight years from now. I’m not sure I will remember how to shoot in eight years.”
Ron chuckles before he says, “She remembers what I told her when she was only two. I’m sure she will remember what you promise last Friday. Besides that I seriously doubt you forget how to shoot, Ms. Anny Oakley, you know you qualified expert every time.”
Reese finally giggles and says, “Just being able to hit a paper target isn’t all that is involved. There is a lot of safety and more importantly knowing when there’s no other option than to shoot.”
I tell Reese, “That gives me eight years to teach her that. By the time you teacher how to shoot her martial arts will be deadly from about age nine on.” I lift my shirt and show the couple bruises that still linger and say, “Those are from about ten days ago. Sam’s gotten better at pulling her punches.”
Ron seeing bruises asks, “Sam really did those?”
With a chuckle I say proudly, “She’s very fast, and stronger than she looks. When she gets a little more size on her, she will be throwing around football players if they bother her.”
Ron asks, “You really think so. Like Kathryn or Misty could do that if you train them.”
Misty giggles before she says, “JJ train me in basic self-defense. I can put Marshall on the ground any time he gets out of line.”
Ron looks at the two of them, Marshall is your typical linebacker about six foot three and two hundred and ten pounds of muscle. Misty is a petite young woman of seventeen and you would assume any physical conflict between the two would be one sided and all Marshall. Marshall and I both know better my basic class in self-defense would probably get most of them a green belt but most likely I would put Misty at Brown if I had to choose based on the experience she has.
Marshall chuckles looking at Misty he says, “Misty you know I would never give you any reason to put me on the ground. First of all I love you and I will not do anything to ever hurt you. Second I’m not stupid I seen what JJ students can do. It was funny as hell when Kara was throwing around that Lineman that grabbed her. He had probably close to eighty pounds on her and she was tossing him around like a ragdoll.”
With a chuckle I told Ron, “Ron, Kara could easily get a black belt if I have the certifications to give it. I train self-defense at our local high school, and have since I started there is a student. Kara has taken two of my classes, as her physical education. Next year she’s already signed up for the advanced classes I will be giving.”
Ron asks, “I guess that means you are multiple black belts?”
I state flatly, “Yes I am, and in two disciplines.”
Marshall chuckles and says, “Before you challenge JJ to a fight ask him to break a few two by fours.” Marshall was in the crowd when that smart mouth backed down.
Reese giggles and asks, “I love to see this, JJ how many two by fours can you break?”
I shrugged my shoulders and say truthfully, “The last time I was breaking two by fours was about four years ago. At the time I could break five.”
Marshall points out, “There is a lot of scrap lumber around here right now want to see if you can do six?”
Chuckling I say, “Not really, if you don’t get it just right you can break your arm, hand and fingers.”
Marshall chuckles at my response and asks, “Why did you do it before?”
I point out to him, “If you remember that knucklehead wanted to fight me. It was a lot better breaking four two by fours then his head.”
Chuckling Marshall says, “Yes that ended most of the tough guys trying to see if they are tougher than you.”
Kathryn says, “Of course when I told people about the bear, them knowing you could break all those two by fours before made it believable.” Kathryn has a very tired Sam and she sets her in my lap. Sam puts her head on my chest and closes her eyes. I hadn’t realized it but it was time for Sam’s nap, I hold Sam close and let her fall asleep. We are basically done for the day after buying the corn. I whisper, “Class dismissed.”
Reese smiles at me watching me pet on Sam, I walk over to the bed with Sam. Sam wakes up as soon as I lay her down, and she has a pleading look I know what she wants. Sam hasn’t got to sleep on my chest in a while. I lay down with Sam. She climbs up on my chest and goes back to sleep. I let my hand gently caressed Sam’s back which relaxes her. Reese takes one long look, giving me a smile as she walks over to the elevator with Ron, Marshall and Misty. As the doors close I hear Reese say, “I used to sleep on my Daddy’s chest just like that.”
Kathryn slides in beside us and her arm goes crossed Sam’s shoulders. Sam and Kathryn are softly breathing and the quiet of the room soon has me drifting off as well.

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I led anything but a normal childhood. On the day I was born my mother had just turned sixteen years old, my father was barely seventeen. My mother’s family hated my father with a passion and did everything they could to make his life a miserable hell. To his credit, he withstood the abuse and became my role model, never ever turning his back on me, even though my mother’s family criticized him every chance they got. He dropped out of school at seventeen and went to work at the local lumber yard. He sent my mother a check for child support every month, even though they had never been to court, his check was there every month. He enrolled in night school got his GED, then enrolled in college, again at night. It took him six years but he received a teaching degree and went to work at a local high school. He was a gifted quarterback in his high school days, many say he was good enough to perhaps play professionally, but he gave all of that up at seventeen. It only made perfect sense that after four years of teaching, he would also assume the head coaching position, a sport he loved dearly.
Even though we lived less than twenty miles apart, I rarely saw my father, my mother’s family saw to that. But he never relented, he was determined that one day we would be close. Every Birthday, every Christmas he was there much to their dismay.
After several years of coaching my father turned a perennial loser into one of the strongest high school programs in the state. He was being recruited by every major high school in the state, as well as several smaller colleges. My father was a big man, six foot ,five inches tall and about two hundred twenty five pounds. It was pretty obvious at even at an early age, I was going to take after him physically. At age twelve, I was already over six foot and close to one hundred ninety pounds. That year is particularly etched in my mind, that’s the year my mother married Richard, a guy she had been dating for a few years. He was the sort of guy you never trusted, he always seemed to be up to something. I could not stand him but for my mother’s sake, I kept my mouth shut. From the moment he moved in, my life was never the same. He constantly ordered me around, demanding I work around the house to earn my keep, as he called it. This went on for a year or so until my size began to threaten him, or at least that’s what I thought at the time. I really don’t remember what even started it but one night my mother was at her parents house, it was getting late. I had been working in the yard all day and I was extremely tired. One of the things he had asked me to do, apparently I had forgotten. He came into my room and began to curse and scream at me. I got up out of the bed and I am guessing he must have thought I was going to confront him. The next thing I remember, I was on the floor with a terrible pain throbbing in my jaw. I reached up, touching my mouth, seeing blood on my hand. I quietly got up and went and did the chore he asked me to. I finished and went back to bed, but the pain kept me awake most of the night. The next morning, the entire right side of my face was swollen and bruised. My mother asked me what had happened and I told her exactly what he had did. Her answer to me was, “You must have deserved it”, not giving it a second thought. I went to school that morning but immediately upon seeing me, my homeroom teacher sent me to the office. The vice-principal called my mother and asked her to come down to the school immediately. My mother arrived an hour or so later, very annoyed that anyone had taken this seriously. Because our middle school was the feeder school for my dad’s high school, everyone at my school knew my father, in fact many were close friends. It didn’t take long for news of my injury to reach my dad, he arrived maybe thirty minutes after my mother. He quietly walked over to me, kneeled down and touched my face. With tears building in his eyes, he asked me what had happened. I told him, as I had told my mother, exactly what happened. He slowly stood, turned, and walked right into the principal’s office where my mother was. After a short argument, where I heard both of them raise their voices at each other, they reappeared before me. I will never forget his words, as he knelt back down in front of me.
“If anyone ever lays a hand on you again, you call me. I will make sure it will be the last thing in this life, they ever do.”, he said, in a very low, matter of fact tone. “I am going to try every thing I can do to get you out of that house as soon as possible, I promise.”
It took him close to two years, but he eventually with my testimony, was able to get full custody of me. It was the happiest day of my life.
He took me straight to my mother’s to pick up my things, I couldn’t leave there fast enough. As I collected my things, he helped me load them into his truck. I collected my last box, making my way to the door for the last time. My mother looked up at me from the sofa, I will never forget her last words to me that day.
“You two deserve each other, you’re both sorry excuses for men. I regret ever meeting your father, and I certainly regret the day you were born. It was the worst day of my life.”, she scowled.
I simply looked at her, not really angry, more sad that she felt this way. Her parents had implanted a seed of hate inside of her that she would never be able to overcome. I simply stepped out and closed the door behind me.
My mother made absolutely no effort to be part of my life from that day forward. It effected me, seeing my friends interact with their mothers, the love that they felt. Although my dad did everything he could to make sure I knew how much he loved me, nothing replaces a mother. I guess always in the back of my mind, I hoped one day we could all overcome this.
The next year, I was a freshman, enrolled at the same school my father taught and coached at. By now, I was six foot four and weighed close to two hundred twenty pounds. It was a given, I would play football, I was my father’s son after all. My dad had been around football long enough to know that a strength and conditioning program was vital to a team’s success. He immediately started me on a rigid weight lifting program as well as make sure I was getting all the essential supplements I needed to be successful. I didn’t play in any games my freshman year, I spent just about every waking minute in the weight room. Initially my weight dropped to around two hundred pounds, but then slowly it came back. By the end of my freshman year I was again back to two hundred twenty pounds, but now had very little fat on my body. I was leaner and much stronger after just one year in the program. During the summer that year, my dad sent me to the local college to work out with a buddy of his, who coached there. My dad had designs that as a sophomore, I would start on the defensive line for the varsity.
After several weeks in the weight room, I could not help but notice how huge the players were, but more importantly how strong they were. It was routine to see lineman squatting over five hundred pounds, their strength was incredible. As I began to ask questions about training techniques, diet and supplements, one thing became obvious. There were other factors in play here. Just about every player to a man, either had taken, or was taking steroids on a periodic basis.
I was told that if I truly wanted to play this sport at the higher levels, I would too have to dabble into the underworld of performance enhancing drugs. Because I had always heard such negative things about steroids, I truly had no idea what to think, much less if I thought taking these were a good idea. By the time the summer came to a close, I was sure of one thing. If I wanted to play major college football, I would have to take drugs, and the time was now.
With no one else to turn to, I decided to talk to my dad knowing he would be straight with me. He was seated at the kitchen table, eating his normal late night supper. I brought up the subject carefully, watching the reaction on his face. He immediately raised his objections citing long term health issues that arise in athletes that take steroids. But even as he was rattling off cases that he was familiar with, I could see he knew the truth. I am not sure who he was trying to convince more, me or him. I listen intently but by the end of his lecture, he could see I was not that impressed. He looked down carefully thinking, then back up at me.
“Brian, if you really feel you have to do this, please don’t hide it. I do not want you to take drugs, period. But with that said, I know many of my players do, it comes with the job. Just promise me, if you decide to do it, let me know. I will put you in touch with someone I know. He will make sure you take the correct things, and you take doses that will decrease the chances of long term side effects. Just promise me that.”, he begged.
“If I do it, I will let you know Dad. I promise.”, I replied.
I read up as much as I could over the next few months about the types of anabolic steroids, both oral and injections. I still had no clue what to do searching through the endless maze of information available, I decided to take my father up on his offer to put me in touch with someone who did. He immediately took me to a body building facility that was located close to the college gym I had been using for months. Apparently the owner of the gym, an ex-Olympic power lifter, had helped other players in the past. My father introduced us, then began to explain exactly what he had in mind. The huge man shook his head in approval, saying he knew exactly what to do.
During the off seasons and summers I worked out exclusively at the health club, keeping my distance from the prying eyes of the school. I was given six week cycles of testosterone, deccadurabolin and winstrol, taking each once daily by injection. After each six week cycle, I would abstain for six weeks, cleaning my self out completely. Almost immediately you could see the results the drugs were having. I became stronger, thicker and more muscular in a very short time. My weight jumped up over thirty pounds in less than one year. By the time I started my sophomore year, people were beginning to take notice of me. Girls that a year ago didn’t look in my direction, were now looking, and smiling a lot. It was nice, but I put it out of my mind, football was all I cared about. Fall practice was just around the corner and I was determined to make the varsity team, even though it would be extremely tough this year, they were loaded with talent. Not to mention the twenty two seniors who were returning for their last year. Combine that with the fact, I had to be head and shoulders above everyone else, just so my dad wouldn’t be accused of playing favorites. I attended the voluntary after school practices with the assistant position coaches. My dad was not allowed to be at these practices, it was a state rule. We could not work out as a team, only in groups by position. As soon as practice was over, I would jump on the bus, make my way across town to the health club and train for several hours. It was exhausting, I was never home and if I was , I was sleeping. It was during these first few months of school my dad met
Ashley, the new history teacher. Ashley was an immediate hit, especially with all the boys at school. She was a knock out to say the least. She was close to six foot tall, a former college volleyball player, with an incredible, athletically fit body, only twenty six years of age. Her face could have graced any fashion modeling magazine, her skin creamy smooth and clear, her large blue eyes, sparkling like a clear mountain creek. The fact that she was only twenty six didn’t hurt either.
Ashley and my Dad, immediately hit it off, much to the chagrin of most of the males at the school. They began dating on a regular basis and it became apparent very quickly, they had fallen in love. My Dad’s true love was football, nothing else ever came close, until Ashley. My Dad started rationing his time prudently, making sure he and Ashley always had their time together. I was happy for him, she was a really nice girl and I could tell, she was nuts about him. They were together every night, either at her place, or at our house. It didn’t matter much to me, I didn’t get home until close to eight o’clock every night, and when I did, I ate quickly, took a shower and went to bed. Ashley was always extremely kind to me, I am guessing because my Dad had spoken about my early childhood. Even though she insisted I call her Ashley or Ash, as my Dad did, she was still Miss Thompson to me. One thing my Dad insisted on was manners. I had to be polite or I faced his consequences, so I learned very quickly to say yes sir, when needed.
It was about this time, that the first of many football injuries came my way. One day during drills, I rolled my ankle over severely requiring me to be in a brace for close to eight weeks. It also would wreck most of my sophomore season, making me miss three quarters of our games. My Dad decided at that point, I would sit out the year and heal properly. Even though, I had a brace on my ankle, I still worked out at the gym religiously, doing what I could protecting my foot. It was at this time I was introduced to HGH (Human Growth Hormone) by my trainer. It was really close to a compound your own body produced in the pituitary gland and athletes were having incredible results after taking it for a very short while. I started on the drug immediately and sure enough, the results were incredible. During my sophomore year, I gained an additional thirty pounds and stood now at six foot five, two hundred and seventy seven pounds. I was now, the biggest player in the locker room, and would definitely be an impact player the following year. People were beginning to ask questions about my training, questions I knew to steer clear of.
One Friday night, near the end of school that year, I arrived home to find my Father and Ashley on the sofa watching TV. I said hello, hurried to the kitchen where my Dad had saved my dinner. I ate quickly, showered and went to bed, I was exhausted. The brace was off of my leg now, I was almost fully recovered. Sometime later that night, I woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. One drawback to steroids, you retained huge amounts of body fluids, you constantly had to go to the bathroom. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, got up and headed to the bathroom, which was right across the hall from my room. I finished and started back for my room, noticing a light was on in the TV room. I figured dad had left the TV on , so I walked that way to turn it off. As I got close to the family room, I heard very faint sounds coming from that direction. I slowed down and peeked in, staying well behind the door frame. My jaw dropped to the floor.
Two
Ashley was lying back on the sofa, my Father had his face buried between her legs. She was wearing a tee shirt, her panties were around her right ankle. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, her hips were moving against his mouth. I stepped back in the hallway, wondering what to do. I knew I should go back to my room, they deserved their privacy, but I couldn’t seem to make my feet move. I leaned in again, peering around the corner. Ashley was now moaning softly, her finger’s running through my Dad’s hair. She was absolutely stunning, her body was impeccable. I had never seen a girl, much less a woman, naked in real life. I could feel my cock stirring in my tight shorts. I reached down pushing it to the side, trying to get a bit of relief.
As my Dad continued to lick her beautiful pussy, Ashley became more and more vocal. Her hips were moving up and down, back and forth pressing into my Dad’s mouth. In a matter of a few seconds, I saw her arch her back and her body shake violently, her face contorted in pure pleasure. I was witnessing my first ever female orgasm, a sight I would not soon forget. I reached down inside my shorts to squeeze my now very erect cock. I stepped back once again, leaning against the wall. I could hear whispering, I wondered if I should race back to my room. I stood there for a few seconds, then began to hear Ashley moaning softly once again. I leaned around the wall and saw that Ashley was now sucking my Dad’s cock, her hand pumping up and down his shaft. My Dad was in heaven, as this beautiful girl sucked and kissed his rigid, purple cock. By now, I had pushed the front of my own shorts down and was slowly stroking my rock hard cock up and down. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer so I had to head back to my room. I gently closed my door, so as not to make a sound, then locked it. I grabbed a towel from the floor, climbing back into my bed. I pushed my shorts down, grabbing my hard cock with my right hand. I closed my eyes and pictured Ashley in the throes of her orgasm as my hand pumped my cock rapidly. It took less then thirty seconds. The first rope of cum shot out of my cock, landing on my chest. Three more quick blasts of sticky hot fluid coated my stomach. I was furiously pumping my cock as wave after wave of pleasure spilled from the end of my penis. My hand was now covered in wet, sticky, hot cum as I continued to stoke myself, enjoying every last moment this orgasm had to offer. When I came to my senses, I was completely covered in my own cum, my cock aching from the force of my orgasm. I grabbed the towel and began to clean my self off, I had made quite the mess. I drifted off to sleep that night with the picture of Ashley’s face burned into my brain. That picture would serve me well on many a hand job in the future, always making me cum in buckets.
Early that next year, my Dad stepped into my room one night, closing the door behind him. I knew this meant I was in for one of his famous, man to man talks. He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking carefully before he spoke.
“Son, I want you to be the first to know. I am going to ask Ashley to marry me.”, he confessed.
“I think that’s great, Dad. I like her a lot.”, I quickly replied.
He went on to tell me that later that year, after the season would be over, they would be married. She would move in here with us, we would all be together. I was happy for my Dad, he had been alone for most of his life. And I really think he loved my mom, long before her family had so brutally beat him down. Now at last, he would be happy.
I continued on my brutal training regiment, once again working out with the team in position drills, then off to the gym later for several hours. I was going to be a junior this season and I was determined to start on the defensive line this year. I was now six foot , six inches tall and weighed almost two hundred seventy five pounds. After three days of positions drills, my strength, speed and size were the talk of the school. Going one on one against our offensive lineman, I dominated every one of them, including the seniors. Word quickly reached the local news station reporter who covered prep sports. He did a two minute segment on me one Thursday night during the sports segment of the news. I was a celebrity the next day at school, everyone slapping my back, making jokes about my nervous comments to the reporter.
As a junior, I was required to take European History, a course that was taught by Ashley. I knew that I was going to be singled out in her class, making sure everyone knew I was not going to get a free ride, just because she was dating my Dad. Thankfully I was able to get a desk in the very back of the class, almost out of her view. I was a very good student, I rarely had to study, I really was just able to remember the things I needed to get by. By now, I was the talk of the school, and as the local newspaper called me, probably the biggest defensive blue chip prospect to come from this state in years. I had never dated any girls from our school, in fact I rarely had time for anything social. But sitting right in front of me, in the same row, was a very pretty red head named Courtney. She was one of the “in-crowd”, the small group of students who seemed to be the center of attention, the ones who ran the school. I had never spoken to her directly, in fact we ran in completely different crowds. As she sat down in the desk in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice her. She had pulled her hair back into a pony tail, off of her neck. She was wearing tight jeans and a tee shirt, showing off her figure. But what I really noticed the most was how good she smelled. She reminded me of baby powder, clean and fresh.
It was difficult to concentrate on class, I found my mind wandering. Soon the bell rang and I was off to practice again.
The season started with a huge game against our cross town rivals Westwood High. They were predominately a passing team, their quarterback a three year starter, now being recruited by several colleges. The game was pivotal, a loss this early, would be devastating to our playoff hopes. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting on this for three years. By the time I took the field for the first time that night, I was oblivious to everything and everyone around me. I had one goal for the night, to make the superstar’s evening a living hell. It took just three plays for me to introduce myself to their elite quarterback. It was third and eleven, a sure passing down. I rushed a straight on bull rush and over powered the left tackle, moving quickly around his left shoulder. As I cleared his body, I had a clean shot at the quarterback as he stepped up in the pocket to throw. He never saw me, he never heard me. I hit him in full stride, wrapping my arms around his back, driving him to the ground. I never saw it but I heard someone screaming the ball was loose. When I got up and looked over my shoulder, we had recovered a fumble. The roar of the crowd was deafening, I was being slapped in the helmet by my teammates.
Four quarters later we had a 21-7 victory, we were off on the right foot. I had a decent game finishing with eight tackles and two sacks, one causing a fumble. The newspaper was very kind to me the next morning, calling me the anchor of a very stellar defense. I stayed at home all that Sunday, soaking my sore, stiff body in the tub. The next morning at school, moral was high after the big win on Friday night.
Even Ashley gave me recognition before class that morning, the class applauding loudly. Courtney turned during the applause and told me what a great game I played, that she enjoyed watching me play. I thanked her and class resumed.
We won our next two games by large margins, the teams were not even in our class. I continued to add up huge numbers in both tackles and sacks, in fact as the papers were saying, it was my defense. We were preparing for our fourth game of the season, when one night at dinner, Ashley addressed me.
“Brian, I am really impressed with your play so far. If you continue to play this well and your grades remain as they are, you will get several good offers for college.”, she stated, “Any idea where you would like to go ?”
“Not really, Miss Thompson, I want to wait and see who offers what.”, I replied.
By now she knew better then to object to me not calling her Ashley or Ash. It had been months now, she was still Miss Thompson to me. She smiled every time I called her by her formal name.
“That makes sense to me. By the way, I know someone else who is quite impressed with you at school. In fact, she kind of hinted that she wishes you would ask her out.”, Ashley stated.
“One of the girls in school told you they wanted me to ask them for a date ?”, I asked, quite puzzled.
“Yep”, she quickly replied, winking at my Dad, “I guess they figure I have some stroke in this family.”
My Dad bust out laughing, calling Ashley an evil female who was looking out for one of her own. She smiled that beautiful smile back at him, the one that could melt an iceberg. He quickly turned to me informing me that I was on my own, and once again laughed out loud.
“So Brian, you interested in a date ?”, she asked smiling.
“It depends on who its with”, I responded.
“Well she is very cute, very smart and I know she likes you.”, Ashley told me, “And she sits very close to you in my class.”
“Courtney ?”, I quickly asked.
“You got it big boy.”, Ashley giggled.
I sat there for a while looking at Ashley, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. From the look on her face she appeared to be very sincere. She went on to tell me, Courtney had confided in her after class one day after everyone had left the room. She had asked Ashley if I was dating anyone. She said several of the girls in school were wondering, as they never saw me out at any of the local hot spots. Ashley told her no, that she had never known me to date anyone, my mind was only on athletics. It was apparent to Ashley that Courtney, or possibly someone Courtney was close to had interests in my social life.
I thought about it most of the week, but my mind as always was on the upcoming game that Friday night. Once again we were playing a local school that was highly regarded, a certain playoff contender. As always, it was another must win game. I was sitting in history class that morning listening to Ashley talk about Napoleon but my mind was miles away, thinking about tonight’s game. Even the short skirt Ashley was wearing had no effect on my concentration, although it was killing most of the other boys in the room. As class ended, I was gathering my books, placing them in my back pack when Courtney turned to me.
“Hey Brian, what are you doing tonight, after the game.”, she asked quietly.
“Nothing, just going home.”, I replied.
“Well, a friend of mine is having a party at her house, um….if you want to….I mean……would you like to come ?”, she stuttered nervously.
“Oh, I don’t know Courtney, I’m not much of a party guy.”, I said quietly.
“Yea, I kind of figured that, it’s ok, no big deal. Just thought I would ask.”, she replied.
She appeared to be somewhat disappointed, as she turned to walk away. I thought quickly, maybe she is asking for herself and not a friend as Ashley had suggested. I reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hey Courtney, you going to the game tonight ?”, I asked.
“Of course, the whole school is going to be there silly.”, she giggled.
“Ok, then. Let’s see what happens, I will find you after the game ok ?”, I asked.
“That would be great.”, she quickly replied.
As we entered the opposing team’s field, we were loudly told by the home crowd we were not welcomed. By this time, I had learned to ignore the crowd, however it was always nicer to play in your house. We started the game well, scoring on our first possession to take a 7-0 lead. We held them defensively for their first three possessions, not allowing a first down. Late in the second quarter, our offense fumbled the ball on our own twenty one yard line. With less them two minutes to play, they were near our goal line. They moved down inside our three yard line, with less then thirty seconds to go in the half. As they came out of the huddle, I thought I recognized this formation from the game films. They usually ran some of a trap play to my side out of this formation. I decided to take an inside move, gambling that the play was designed to go between the guard and the tackle. As the ball was snapped the guard pulled from his gap, allowing me a clean shot at the running back. He saw me hit the hole, and side stepped to my right. I lunged for him, wrapping my arms around his leg as I fell to the grass. Just as I hit the ground, another player was blocked into me, causing me to lose my grip, freeing the runner. He bolted around the corner, scoring easily, tying the game. As I headed to the locker room, I was disgusted with myself, I should have made that tackle.
My Dad gave us his usual halftime pep talk, urging us to give a better effort in the second half. I don’t think I heard a word of it, my mind was still on that missed tackle. Great players make great plays, and I just blew one. I was determined to make up for it in the second half.
The second half started much like the first, mistakes by both sides, squandering opportunities to score. We caught a break on a punt and pinned them deep in their own territory at the nine yard line. Our inside linebacker challenged us in the huddle to step up and turn this game around. We stopped two successive running plays for no gain, they were facing a third and ten. The defensive coach signaled in Twin Switch, Power Left Smash, one of my favorite plays. It basically meant, I would switch from lining up over the left tackle, moving to our left to face their right tackle. The right tackle was usually the slower of the two lineman giving me a really good chance at breaking through. In addition, the outside line backer on my side would blitz inside, making the right tackle choose which of us he wanted to try and block. The play went off perfectly, I came off the ball a half step late as I was taught. The linebacker shot the gap drawing my man’s attention. As he crossed to his left and picked up our backer, I accelerated around the corner. The quarterback never had a chance to look downfield. He covered up just as I slammed into him, shoulder first. I drove him back into the end zone causing him to fumble the ball, deep into the end zone. As I tried to quickly regain my feet, I saw one of our players fall on the ball, scoring a touchdown.
We jumped ahead 14-7 and never relinquished the lead. The game ended 28-7, we were now 4-0 on the year. As players were milling around on the field talking, some giving interviews, I looked for Courtney. I finally saw her up in the front row, in the left hand corner of the stadium. I ran over to her and looked up over the railing.
“Hey Brian. You were awesome tonight. Great hit in the end zone.”, she said.
“Thanks Courtney, it was a good win for us.”, I replied.
“You want to go to the party ?”, she asked.
“Yea, I need to let off some steam. Can you wait till I shower and change ?”, I replied.
“I sure can. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”, she giggled.
I rushed into the locker room, grabbing my things, jumping into the shower. I quickly washed and got dressed, packing my equipment into my bags. I grabbed all my gear and headed to the office. My Dad and the other assistant coaches were milling around, reliving the game.
“Hey Dad. Can I borrow the truck?”, I asked.
“Where you going Brian.”, he replied.
One thing about my Dad. You never got off easy with him. He wanted you to know he was always on top of things. He could give you that thousand yard stare, the one that let you know he was dead serious.
“I guess, I kind of have a date.”, I laughed.
“Oh a date. Well guys, what do you think, has he earned a date tonight ?”, he said, looking at the other coaches.
They all laughed as my Dad threw me his truck keys. He told me Ashley was just outside and he would catch a ride with her. He also told me to think responsibly, that one wrong decision could change my life. I quickly headed out of the door racing to the parking lot. As I came out of the stadium, I saw Ashley was talking to Courtney in the parking lot.
“Hey hotshot, great game. You were awesome as always.”, Ashley grinned, kissing me on the cheek.
“Thanks Miss Thompson. Oh by the way, Dad said he needs a ride home. He gave me the keys to the truck.”, I replied.
“Sure. You kids have a good time. Don’t hurry home handsome, but do be safe and careful, both of you.”, Ashley finished.
We walked over to my Dad’s truck, I threw my gear in the back and drove off. The party was not far from my house, maybe ten blocks at the most. I recognized most of the people from school, although there were a few strangers who I knew did not go to school with us. We followed the crowd out to the back of the house, most were gathered around the large pool area. A few people had gotten into the pool, but most were just sitting or standing around talking. I noticed that a few were drinking, a couple of bottles of whiskey and vodka were on one of the patio tables. I had always been told that alcohol was strictly forbidden, especially for an athlete. We found a couple of chairs near the pool that were empty, we settled in. People were running around the pool, laughing, cutting up, having a great time. Courtney and I talked about various things, pausing every now and then to speak to whomever walked up to us. Mostly everyone was really in a good mood following the win, some were getting in too good of a mood. A small group of five girls and six guys were becoming increasingly rowdy, the liquor taking it’s effect. I looked at my watch, it was almost one in the morning.
“What time do you have to be home, Courtney ?”, I asked.
“No time really, my parents trust me.”, she replied, softly.
Courtney and I had been drinking Coke all night, neither of us said a word about the alcohol. As what usually happens when guys drink, they started arguing loudly. One thing led to another, someone said something they should not have, a fight broke out. One guy immediately got the best of the other and had him pinned down on the ground, punching him repeatedly. It was apparent quickly, the poor guy on the ground was defenseless, this had to be stopped. I looked around and saw a lot of people cheering on the fight, the rest just standing there watching. I decided to step in and stop it.
I rushed over to the two guys, pulling the one on top, off of the other one. I released him and stepped in between him and the guy on the ground. He immediately squared up on me, clenching his fists.
“What the fuck is your problem dude ?”, he asked in an angry tone.
“Nothing. The fight is over, you win. Let it go.”, I replied, very calmly.
“It’s over , when I say it’s over, so fuck off.”, he shot back, stepping towards me.
“It’s over now. Sit down or go home.”, I responded.
He stood there for a few seconds, then I think he realized just how big I was . He mumbled something to me, turned and walked away. I reached down and helped the other guy up, he was a mess. I took him inside, wrapped some ice in a rag, handing it to him. I walked back out and found Courtney.
“I’m ready to go, how about you ?”, I asked.
“Yea me too, I have had enough.”, she said with disgust.
We left quickly and drove to her house. I got out walking her to the door. She told me other then the fight, she had a good time, she hoped I did as well. She leaned up slightly and gave me a very quick, soft kiss on the lips and opened the door, stepping inside. I left, went straight home and got into bed.
Three
We won our next four games easily, our defense dominating all of our opponents. We held all four teams scoreless while creating several turnovers. My dad was beginning to get calls from recruiters, trying to see what college I might be interested in attending. He basically kept all options open, telling them it would be ultimately be my decision, although he would have some guidance in the selection. Courtney and I dated several times over the next few weeks, going to movies, out to eat, parties, things like that. I was beginning to look forward to spending time with her, she was great to be around, she could really make me laugh. She took my mind off of football, at least for a short time, and for that I was grateful. We had made out few times, the kissing becoming somewhat passionate, but it never went beyond that. My Dad always told me to respect a lady at all times, let her tell you when the time is right.
We had our homecoming game next week, followed by the annual dance. I knew Courtney was looking forward to it, she had mentioned it several times. I made plans to meet her at the dance, as most of the players did with their dates. By the time the game ended, we got cleaned up and dressed, it would be after ten o’clock.
The game was a blowout, by halftime we had a 28-0 lead. We scored twice more in the third quarter, extending the lead. Most of the starters were pulled out and the underclassmen given a chance to play. I was kind of disappointed, I was having a great game, I was only three tackles short of a school record. But I understood, everyone wants to play. I sat on the end of the bench quietly watching the rest of the game. As soon as it was over, I raced to the locker room, showered and changed, took off for the dance.
I arrived about twenty minutes later, entered the gym and scanned the crowd for Courtney. I saw her near the back wall talking to several girls near the ladies room. She looked up in my direction, saw me and waved. She rushed over to me, throwing her arms around me.
“Brian, what a game, you were incredible. I only saw the first half though.”, she said, apologizing.
“It’s ok, I got benched in the second half anyway.”, I laughed.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to all of the slow songs. I enjoyed holding Courtney close to me, feeling her warm body against mine. The band took their leave about midnight, thanking everyone for their support. Courtney and I stopped at an after hours diner on the way home and had a burger and fries. Although we were extremely over dressed for the occasion, we had a good time. Around three in the morning, I pulled up in Courtney’s driveway. As I unbuckled the seat belt to get out, she placed her hand on my arm.
“Can we sit out here for a little while ? I’m not ready to go in yet.”, she asked.
“I guess so.”, I replied.
I turned slightly in my seat, putting my back to the door. We started to talk about the game, the dance, things in general. As were talking, I could not help notice but how beautiful Courtney was. She was wearing a short white, spaghetti strapped evening dress that accented her bright red hair. She had full breasts, that stood straight out, almost inviting you to touch them. She had a small waist, small hips and a perfect butt.
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“Why are you way over there ?”, she asked me softly.
“Where should I be ?”, I asked.
“Right here.”, she said, patting the seat right next to her left thigh.
I moved from under the steering wheel and slid over on the seat so that I was right up against her. She put her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me close. My mouth met hers, her lips warm, wet and soft. I felt her hot breathe pass through her lips, warming my face. I pulled her close to me, my lips responding to hers. I felt the tip of her tongue brush my lips several times, causing me to open my mouth slightly. I reached for her tongue with mine, gently brushing the tip of it. We kissed for several minutes, the windows fogging up from our body heat. I felt one of Courtney’s hands slide down my chest and come to rest on my thigh. As I pulled her closer to me, I felt the fingers on her hand began to lightly stroke my thigh.
I had absolutely no experience with women, so I just blindly followed Courtney’s lead. I moved my left hand on top of her right thigh, my fingers falling down the inside of her leg. In response to my hand, I felt her slide hers further up my thigh, almost touching my hardening cock. I began to slide my hand on the inside of Courtney’s silky smooth thigh, very slowly waiting for a reaction. She continued to kiss me passionately, I sensed no hesitation on her part. I began to slowly move my hand along the inside of her thigh moving just to the hem of her skirt again, pausing, in case she objected.
Courtney pulled her lips from mine slowly, her gazed locked into my eyes. I felt her hand cover mine, then slowly push my hand deep between her legs until I felt the sheer, smooth fabric of her panties. With my fingers I reached up finding the waist band, easing my fingers inside. As my hand pushed the sheer fabric down, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. I extended my index finger moving it slowly down her moist lips until I found her opening. She let out a small gasp as my finger entered her, pulling my face to hers once again in a passionate kiss. As I eased my finger slowly inside her very wet pussy, she drove her tongue deep inside my mouth. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, obviously Courtney was enjoying it. I could feel her fluids covering my hand, soaking her panties.
As I continued to work my fingers inside of her, I felt her hands reach up and unbuckle my belt, then the button of my pants. She slowly slid my zipper down, her hand stroking my rock hard cock through my shorts. With one hand she pulled down my shorts, grabbing my cock with the other. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began to slowly pump me up and down, squeezing gently. She pulled her lips from mine and once again our eyes met.
“Here, let me show you what I like.”, she whispered.
She reached between her legs and took my hand in her’s pulling it upwards. She took my index finger in her hand and placed it just inside her vagina pressing it against a small, hard nodule.
“Right there, it feels so good, right there.”, she said softly.
I began to move my finger gently back and forth on her clit, as she leaned forward resting her head on my shoulder. I could sense her breathing had become heavier, somewhat labored. Her hips were moving against my finger, almost urging me to increase my tempo. I began to rub her clit faster, in quick circles, pressing ever so gently against the swollen area. I felt her hand on my neck tense, her fingers digging into my flesh.
“Brian, God damn that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”, she moaned.
Once again I increased both the speed and pressure on her clit, her hips were now arched toward me, her thighs tense and rigid. Suddenly I felt both of her hands dig into my flesh, her entire body became rigid. Her orgasm hit her head on, she was unable to hold back any longer. She moaned hard, her breathe leaving her body in short, violent blasts, her body pressed into mine for support as I felt her thigh’s clamp down around my hand. I’m not sure of how long it took before I felt her body begin to relax, her breathing to become normal. She lifted her head and looked somewhat embarrassed , her face flushed, her forehead damp with perspiration.
“I…uh…..never did that with anyone before….well I mean I have got off by myself before…..but not with anyone else.”, she stammered softly.
My fingers were still inside of her drenched pussy, her thigh’s still clenched tight on my hand, refusing to let go. She pressed her lips to mine once more, her tongue softly licking my lips. Once again, I began to slowly stroke her clit, my finger gently circling it. I felt her hand once again wrap around my cock, her grip tighten on my shaft. She began to pump my swollen shaft up and down in a slow but steady pace. I began to feel my balls tighten up, I knew this feeling well. I pulled my mouth from hers reluctantly.
“Court, you better stop or I am gonna make a mess all over.”, I warned.
She stopped pumping my cock, looking into my eyes, a funny frown covering her face. Then her face changed, almost like a light bulb coming on in a dark room. She opened her legs, releasing my hand, reaching up under her skirt. She lifted herself off of the seat slightly and slid her panties down her legs. She wrapped the soft, cool fabric around my cock, her grip tightening once again. Once again she began to stroke my cock, only faster this time her grip firm just under my swollen head. The feel of her panties was incredible, it took less than twenty seconds for me to lose control. The first jet of cum shot from my cock soaking the sheer white fabric. She frantically pumped my cock as I spewed wave after wave of thick, hot cum into her lingerie. She slowed her pace, gently squeezing what was left of my orgasm from me. When I opened my eyes she was staring at me, a smile on her face.
“I better not let my mom find these.”, she laughed, eyeing her cum soaked panties.

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It all started on a Monday afternoon, I had just returned home from school and I went upstairs to change into my work clothes and begin my yard work. Mother always made sure I did the yard and she was extremely picky about how it looked. As I got to the top of the stairs I heard a strange sound, almost like moaning. I took another step and was in front of the door to my sister Judy’s room. The moaning was coming from her room alright. I stepped up and looked inside. My jaw damn near hit the floor. There was my sister on her back on the bed with her legs spread wide and a HUGE black dildo working in and out of her pussy. I caught my breath and stood there, unable to move. She worked this black monster in and out of her sopping wet pussy at a torrid pace. She began to shiver and exploded into a very violent orgasm, with her juices literally running down her legs. She slowly returned to earth and opened her eyes only to see me standing there with the largest erection of my life, holy fuck was I excited. I figured I was a dead man, but instead she pulled the big black cock from her pussy and licked it clean all the while staring at me. Then she started smiling and said “It’s about time, I’ve been waiting for you for a while. Come here, we need to talk”.
I couldn’t speak anyway so I just stumbled into her room and over to the bed and stood there looking at Judy. She is 18 years old and extremely hot. She is five foot six tall with long black hair almost to her waist. Green eyes that almost glow and a perfect complexion. 34D tits and a 23 inch waist. I know these measurements now after having measured her after this happened. Her ass is by far her best asset. It’s perfectly shaped like all the TV infomercials and butt lift videos. 37 inches of man pleasing pussy and ass. Perfectly groomed with no hair, only a small landing strip above her oversized clit. Her navel is pierced and has a long ornament that hangs from a chain and really turns me on.
“I’ve been thinking of this for a while now” she said, “And I decided today that I was going to see what would happen and what you thought. If this is too much for you, say so now and I’ll stop and never bother you again. If not I would like to make you a proposal.” Judy continued, ”I have never done anything like this and I want you to know that you can never tell anyone what happened here today. Understand?” I looked at her in the eyes and said “I swear I’ll never tell anyone.”
“I’m tired of all the guys at school trying to get in my pants and when it comes down to it, they can’t handle it anyway. I want you to practice with me to learn how to be the best lovers in the world. We can experiment on each other and try new things and what we learn will make us better in bed. We won’t have to try to find other partners and we will always be here for each other. I know it sounds freaky, but what do you think?”
I stood there looking at this beautiful young woman and what she said was still being processed in my brain. “Sis, you may not know it, but I have dreamed about this happening and you are the focus of every masturbation session I have ever had! I know it may be a little bit perverted to have the hots for your sister, but holy shit, I’m all for it!”
Judy reached out and touched my dick through my pants and I thought I would cum. She started undoing my pants and I almost fell over trying to help her. In record time I stood before my sister completely naked and my cock pointing like a flagpole. She reached out and touched my hardon and said “It’s much bigger than I had expected, and it’s very hard! Can I lick it?” I said “Use it like it’s yours.” Judy moved me around her bed and had me lay on my back. She got between my legs and started stroking my dick. “It’s beautiful” she said as she leaned ahead and touched her tongue to the shaft. I thought I would cum on the spot, but I managed to hold on. She licked all the way up and down the shaft and then she sucked the whole head into her mouth at once. She twirled her tongue around the head and sucked on it. Then she began to go down on the full 8” length of my cock and swallowed it all. To top it off, she stuck her tongue out and licked my balls! I looked at her and warned her that I was going to explode. “Give it to me” she said, “I want you to try to drown me with jizz.” That was all I needed to hear as my cock exploded. One, two, three long shots straight into her mouth. She was swallowing, trying to keep up, but I had plenty of cum saved up and it continued to shoot into her mouth. She pulled her head back and it sprayed all over her face and dribbled onto those fantastic tits. I’ll give her credit, she never missed a stroke or gagged. I thought I would pass out before I spurted the last of my cum on her tongue. Judy looked at me, smiled and finished licking the goo off her lips and my cock. “Damn” she said, “You did try to drown me. Do you cum like that all the time?”. I looked at her with white sticky cum all over her nose, cheeks and forehead and laughed, ”Only when I jack off thinking about you.”
I looked at my beautiful sister and took her face in my hands and licked the extra cum off her face and let her take it from my mouth with her tongue. She responded with a deep kiss that lasted a long time. I moved on down to the mountains on her chest and licked my juice off them too, spending plenty of time sucking the nipples that I had seen stretching her blouse every day. God, they were even better than I had dreamed.
On down to the wonderful charm on the navel. I licked around her navel all the while working both tits with my hands. I love navel jewelry and Judy knew it. But, I also love to eat pussy and that’s where I was headed. I licked the strip of neatly trimmed black hair and looked at the size of her clit. It was as big as my finger. When I touched it with my finger she almost jumped off the bed. I licked around her thighs and purposely avoided her clit. I moved down a little and she picked up her hips so I could see her gorgeous ass. My sister would learn about my fascination with assholes in the near future, but now I wanted that pussy. I licked my way up and down and stuck my tongue as far inside as I could. Licking and sucking on her pussy for all I was worth I heard that familiar moaning and she started to shake like a convulsion. I picked up the pace and went for the clit, licking and lightly biting it and I thought she would buck me off like a rodeo cowboy, but I held on. The juices ran out of her pussy and I did my best to lick them all up.
I looked at my sister and she had a glow on her face and she was staring at my hard pecker. “I want that in my pussy, now.” Who was I to argue? I started to work my cock into her pussy when she grabbed my ass and slammed it all the way in. ”I see how you want it” I told her. Her response was “FUCK ME NOW!” so I proceeded to give her all the cock my 17 year old body could deliver. For the next ten minutes, she was hammered to the hilt with everything I could muster. I was sweating and gasping for air when she said “Cum in me”. I said “But what about”. “I’m on the pill so it’s OK.” Just then it happened and I shot stream after stream of cum into my sweet sister’s pussy. When I stopped, we were both a sweaty mess of flesh. I felt my cock going soft inside her and cum was oozing out everywhere.
She looked at the cum running out of her and asked “Do you always cum like that?” “Only when I’m really excited” I replied.
We laid there for a few minutes just feeling each other, I had those great tits to nibble on and massage and Judy stroked my cock lightly.
Finally I looked at her and asked, “What have we started?” She smiled and said ”something we will have forever, I hope. We better clean up and get ready for Mom to get home. She would kill us if she saw us now!”
I headed off to the shower wondering what would happen next. My dick twitched just thinking about it.

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