The wedding day
Making sure that as bridesmaid I give my older sister a wedding day to remember
Making sure that as bridesmaid I give my older sister a wedding day to remember
Mark continues to test how far Amy and her daughters will let him go with his sexual desires.
Boys hanging out, looking at porn and exploring.
The following day, Junior stopped by the Olson’s house and picked up Bobby to take her to church. Sitting in the car, he was his playful self, but they each knew that the day of reckoning was at hand and no matter how light their mood seemed to be, there was a sense of dread that filtered into their playfulness. They each knew that this day would have to be and they only hoped and prayed that they would be as happy as when the day started.
After the services, Junior pulled into the city park to talk and plan their next move with his beautiful, pregnant girl friend. They each knew that today was the day to reveal to their parents that they were pregnant but they needed the confidence of being on the same page as the other so it would go like they hoped it would. But even if it didn’t, they knew that at least they had each other to rely on no matter how their parents received the news.
They decided that they would tell them that afternoon, both sets together over at the McKinney’s house. Bobby would tell her parents that Mr. and Mrs. McKinney wanted them over to plan something for the summer, which wasn’t that much of a lie, so they arrived around 3 in the afternoon. Junior’s folks thought that the Olson’s were coming over to make some plans for this summer so they were expecting them.
As the two sets of unsuspecting parents gather into the living room, Junior took over the meeting by standing and telling them what any parents of teenagers dread to hear; that their teenage boy or girl got themselves into trouble. The McKinney’s were terribly shocked and disappointed but the Olson’s took the news terribly. Mrs. Olson burst into tears and had to be consoled by her dear friend Mrs. McKinney while Mr. Olson got madder and madder until he turned a bright color of red.
Mr. McKinney told him, “Now Rich, I’m as upset as you are about this whole thing but the cow’s out of the barn so we just need to calm down and think this thing through. Junior here wants to marry your daughter and has asked for your blessing. What do you say? Do they have your blessing or not?”
Rich Olson sat there stewing for the longest time. He was plenty mad alright, he was mad a Carl for telling him to calm down. He was mad at his wife for crying on Ester McKinney’s shoulder instead of his and he was mad as hell over the two idiots sitting in front of him asking for his blessing. “Hell, I’ll give ‘em my blessing. It’s called a 42 inch belt across their young little butts!” he thought. “That Junior, not only did he take my little princesses innocence but he got her knocked up while he’s at it!”
“Well, Rich,” Carl asked again.
He though again for a second and then said slowly, “You two can have my permission to marry. But you can’t have my blessing. I can’t give you that.”
A look of total shock crept over the collective faces of the others as Mrs. Olson said, “Oh Richard, Carl’s right, there’s no use crying over spilt milk so don’t be so damn bull headed. Give your daughter your blessing now. Do it!”
“I can’t and I won’t now damn it. This little half assed punk gets my little girl knocked up and wants to get married and pretend every thing’s just honky dory, well its not! No DAMN IT! It’s not! No sir’ee, you’re not getting my blessing and that’s the last I’ll hear of it,” he said finally.
Bobby eyes filled with tears and as they began to overflow, she went up to her father and asked him very quietly, “Daddy, I love him. The only thing that you can give me is your blessing Daddy. Please, don’t withhold the only thing that I want.”
He looked long and hard into her weeping eyes as he started to tear up himself. He started to speak to his daughter but shut his mouth and got up from his friend’s couch and left for home. He had spoken and there was nothing anyone could say to change his mind. He gave his permission but not his blessing to their union. The wedding would go on but who would give the bride away?
Bobby was disappointed at her father’s reaction and his lack of support in giving them his blessing but she tried very hard not to let on just how much it affected her. She continued to smile and be her fun loving self but deep down inside, she was suffering. Junior knew it also but said nothing to anyone. He just watched her intently as the week gave way to the weekend and the time they had all agreed that the wedding would take place.
Junior felt that the sooner the better when it came down to the urgency of the wedding. He felt that there would be less embarrassing questions down the road if there was less time between when the baby came and their anniversary date. He also couldn’t wait to make Bobby his bride and to move in with her.
Mr. Olson didn’t offer to have them move in with them even though they had an apartment already as part of his house. The McKinney’s graciously asked the newly weds to share their home with them, at least for now anyway, and Mrs. McKinney got so excited to have her new daughter in law help her out with the decorating and planning that Bobby seemed to forget about being shunned by her own father.
On Saturday morning, the day of the wedding, everyone gathered over at the McKinney homestead to tie the knot between Roberta Olson and Carl McKinney, Jr. Mr. Olson stood beside his wife but did not walk his daughter out of the house and into the side garden area where the groom and pastor were waiting. Tears were coming from Mrs. Olson’s eyes but they were not tears of joy like most mothers of the bride tears. They were tears of disappointment in her husband’s actions.
The bride wore a simple off white cotton dress that was mid-calf length and cut down around her shoulders. Its skirt was three quarters full and she wore a flowered wreath on her head. She walked out carrying a small bouquet of daisies and brought a smile to everyone face because she was wearing no shoes, everyone except Rich Olson that is.
Junior’s eyes grew wide when he saw his bride walking to meet him there at the make shift alter and he realized that his mouth was as dry as the hay in stall where everything started less than a mouth ago. He remembered that day and what they did and he started to get a bulge in his parts just thinking about taking this beautiful young lady as his bride for the rest of his life. All of a sudden a tear came to his eye and he thought to himself, “Steady now ol’ boy. Keep it together for 15 more minutes and then your can start to celebrate.”
They repeated their vows and as sincerely as any two could be, they swore their eternal love for each other and then turned to meet their parents as Mr. and Mrs. Carl McKinney Jr. for the first time. They were so happy, on the outside anyway, and so were the witnesses; everyone except Mr. Olson. He just looked on with no emotion and acceptance visible in his expression. A look of disgust filled Mrs. Olson’s expression.
Carl McKinney told the young couple that he and the Mrs. were heading out to see her sister and would not be home until late Sunday evening so they would have the house to themselves so “To make good use out of it”. With a wink and a smile from his parents, Junior and Bobby stood on the front porch with their arms around each others waists, waving their fare wells to his parents as they drove down the lane. They were suddenly totally alone for the first time in their lives. They were married and alone and completely in love. They looked at each other, smiled and walked towards the house and into their new lives together.
At the threshold, Junior stopped and picked her up and carried her across and into their new bedroom where he deposited her at the edge of the bed. He kissed her gently on her lips and stood back and started to remove his white shirt. She watched as he pulled down his trousers and when he reached for her, she stopped him by saying, “Junior, I want to do it and give you a special gift. Call it my wedding gift from me to you,” and smiled a nervous little smile.
He took a step backward in just his boxers and watched as her hands went up to the back of her dress and she started to undo the button at the neckline. Her hands made short work of the button and as her hands came away from her throat, they brought the top of the dress with them and slowly exposed her bare chest to his eager eyes. Oh so slowly, she dropped the front of the dress downward to reveal her braless bosom to her new husband. As soon as the dress cleared her hips, she allowed it to free fall down to the floor leaving her standing in just her silky white, little bikini panties that showed her darker patch of pubic hairs sticking out through the lacy crotch. Junior’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes bulged out of their sockets. She smiled a little and asked, “Well, do you like them?”
His eyes slowly examined her entire body until they met her expression. He saw the nervousness in the windows to her soul and knew just how much she loved him and he loved her. He finally found his voice as he murmured, “Oh yes my love, I do like them but not as much as I love what’s in them.”
He started to reach out to her but she once again stopped him with the statement, “And now your gift. This is from me to you so I hope that you like it.”
Her gaze went down from his eyes to his stomach and lower. He didn’t know what to do or say but when she knelt down in front of him and moved her hands to his boxers, a look of shock and deep desire crossed his face. Her hands went to his hips and grasped on to his underwear and started pulling them down. His semi-hard member began to throb as his boxers past over its length and caused it to jerk to attention and as they cleared his thighs, his full manhood sprang to its fullness to greet her lustful eyes.
Gathering at the floor around his ankles, his boxers no longer had any use as far as covering his throbbing cock and her hands reached out to gently fondle his skin along his entire shaft. A chill ran through his body as she started rubbing his length and his rod began to jerk in time with her stroking.
“Oh my God,” Junior muttered as he let out his breath. “Oh Bobby, if this is your present then I think I love it.”
“That isn’t it but this is,” she softly whispered as she leaned in and opened her quivering mouth. “I hope I do it right.”
She stuck out her tongue and ran it over his bulbous head as he closed his eyes and melted into her soothing lick. A rather loud moan escaped from his lips as her tongue made a circle around the end of his massive erection and then she took it in between her open lips. He moved his head backward as he opened his mouth and sucked in a breath of air. Then he slowly let it out as he whispered, “Oh my God Bobby, how did you learn to do that so well?”
She didn’t answer the question but placed her lips further onto his stiff member and when she closed her mouth down around it, she started to suck in with her cheeks and slowly let it slide out. Again he groaned his approval as he let out his breath but when she reversed her action, so did he as moved his hips in a rocking manner. She felt his hand on the back of her head and when he pulled her into his cock she almost gagged it went in so far.
She grabbed for his shaft with her hand to restrict the depth of his thrusts and reached up to cradle his balls with the other one. This sent a jolting convulsion through his body as he jerked and twisted his hips into her mouth.
“Oh my God, where did you learn this? You are doing it so good. Oh my God. Oh my God,” he kept repeating as he slammed away at her mouth. “God you’re making me want to cum. Oh Bobby, I’m going to cum! I’M GOING TO CUM!! OH BOBBY, I’M CUMMMINNGGG!!” he yelled as he shot out his first stream of his essence right down her willing throat. “OH MY GOD!!” he cried.
Bobby was busy swallowing just like the blog on the internet had told her. She knew that she wanted to do this ever since they had agreed to marry and now all she had to do was finish it. She let his juices slide down her throat and she was having trouble breathing at the same time. But she had to take every last drop into her mouth and she had to swallow all of it completely. So she held her breath and swallowed as hard and as fast as she could.
It seemed like an eternity had past as she felt his gooey, sticky stuff gather in her mouth and slide down her throat but she didn’t let any escape out of her sucking lips and when she could no longer feel his cock twitch and jerk on top of her tongue, she stopped swallowing and tried to clean every last drop from her mouth. Finally she let go with her lips and looked up to see him smiling down at her. She smiled back as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She felt the satisfaction of knowing that she had given her first blow job to the man that she loved more than life and by his expression, she had done a good job of it too.
“Oh…Oh…Bobby, I don’t know what to say. You’ve blown my mind. Thank you my love. Thank you,” he said placing his forehead against hers. “Now, what can I do for you?”
She blushed a deep color of red as she looked up in his eyes. She bit her lower lip and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Do what you want with me I guess. I’m your wife.”
“Yes you are and a damn beautiful one at that,” he said slowly as he lowered himself down in front of her. “I think that I would love to see you down here,” he said pointing a finger right into her panties crotch.
She jerked a little from the stimulating probe but when he placed his palm full on her pubic area, she sighed a sigh of anticipation as his fingers began to explore. They roamed and prodded her entire crotch and his hands went up to remove her panties from her quivering little body.
“What do you have in here?” he teasingly asked his new wife.
“Nothing that you haven’t seen before,” she responded in kind.
As they made their way down her tights, he said, “Oh yeah, now I remember.”
He pushed them completely off of her legs and as she set the last foot down, he pushed her back on the bed but her knees bent over the edge as her back rested on the mattress. He stood up and smiled at his lover. She waited for his every move.
He told her, “Spread your legs out wide.”
She did as she was told.
“Wider!” he ordered.
She blushed a little but complied with his wishes.
“Now that looks down right delicious,” as he lowered his face down between her legs. “Bring up your knees Baby, just like that,” he said as she moved her legs up off the floor onto the bed. “Now I’m going to return the favor.”
He settled his lips down on her two labia lips and pressed his tongue in between them. He slowly ran it up her slit until it reached the top, where he reversed the direction downward until it was deep at her opening. He pushed it in a little and she groaned a happy groan. He then ran it back up to where the hooded treasure node was found and he stopped to probe it with the tip. She jerked and tried to move away. He didn’t let her but he probed more forcefully the second time.
She felt her juices start to flow and the urge began to build deep inside her womb. She started to breathe heavily as she closed her eyes and the anxiety grew more intense. She knew what she wanted and hoped that he would deliver and as his lips moved around her clitoris, she felt the wonderful sensation grow within herself. His mouth closed on her nubbin and a jolt of electricity ran through her entire body.
“Oh Junior,” she exclaimed, clutching the back of his head with her hands. “That feels so good. Oh yes…yes.”
Her eyes were tightly closed and her chin was raised to the ceiling as his lips began to munch upon her sensitive little jewel. She relished the feeling of having his mouth ravish her wanting clitoris but his finger exploring the entrance of her vaginal canal, sent her over the edge.
He was ramming his finger up her opening to his fist as his lips were pressing together around her tight little pearl. His other hand had found its way up to her breast and was squeezing it hard between his fore finger and thumb. Then just before she reached her high point, he got up, pushed her further onto the bed, grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over so that she was straddling his face with her wet crotch.
He moved her up so that his arms were in between her legs and she was balanced on her knees. He looked up and saw her hairy little lips open up before him so he drove his tongue back into action as she ground her hips down into his face. Her reaction to this new position was perfect as he reached up and played with both of her nipples. She threw back her head and ground away with her clit right into his mouth.
Oh…oh…Oh…OH…OH…!” she let it build. “Oh my…oh my…OH MY GOD!!” she finally screamed. “OH MY GOD JUNIOR! OOOHHH!!”
Bobby writhed and jerked as she let her emotions splash out of her opening in a flooding release. She breathlessly forcing every ounce of energy out of her buildup as she tugged at Junior to roll back over and shove it into her. He scrambled on top of her, settling between her wide spread legs. Then, positioning himself just right, he impaled her slippery opening with his mammoth erection, taking her breath away in one final plunge.
“AHGGGG!!” she cried out from deep with her soul. “Oh Junior you feel so big, so huge and yet so wonderful,” she called out.
He was too busy ramming his hips into her that he hardly heard her cries. Although he had just a few moments before shot his wad deep down her throat, he felt no lack of desire as he rapidly primed his pump for another gushing release. She was wild with her own pent up emotions and just as she was about to explode, she felt the first of many jets release into her womb and it caused her to erupt from her own volcanic release.
He lay there panting into the top of her head as she remained motionless under his total weight. Spent, they each lay there not moving a muscle. They were in total afterglow and soon fell into a deep, blissful sleep, holding each other close, not wanting to ever let go.
Somewhere during their sleep, Junior rolled off of his bride and was lying right next to her when he woke up. Bobby was staring into his eyes and gave him the most satisfied smile that a woman can give to her lover. He reached over and gave her a soft, sensuous kiss on her lips and told her just how much he loved her. She smiled and started to tear up.
“Why the tears Baby?” Junior asked.
She looked on as the tears started to roll.
“Is it your Dad?” he asked her.
Without saying a word, she started to sob as she buried her head into his chest. “Why does he have to be that way?” she asked through her sobs.
“I don’t know my love but we can’t let it upset us. It is what it is and nothing can change it for now anyway,” he told her. He rubbed her back and rocked her with his confidence as he thought to himself, “Yeah, why does he have to spoil everything.”
After a moment or two, he decided that he had let this go on for long enough and had to lighten the mood, so he asked her, “Bobby, where did you learn to give me a…a…you know, give me my wedding present?”
She looked up and smiled through her tears and said, “I Goggled it.”
“You mean you just asked, “How to give a Blow Job” and there it was?”
She shrugged her shoulders, grinned and told him “Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll be,” he said shaking his head in disbelief. After thinking for a second, he gave off a large smile, slapped her on the rear and told her, “Let’s go take a shower.”
He made a dash for the bathroom as she scrambled after his yelling, “Junior, that’s twice you slapped me on the rear and now I’m going to give it back to you.” As she got to the bathroom, he grabbed her around the waist laughingly and she melted into his arms. They kissed deeply, passionately, turned on the shower and waited for the water to gain its desired temperature. Then they got into the spray and started to take their first shower together.
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Read Dad’s Ex before reading this story
In our last chapter Sam’s nightmare ended. Of course it was with the death of Lester, the man who ended her Aunt Nicole’s life. Who knows what his plans for Sam were? With his past they could not been anything good. The events that put Sam in our life are desperately sad. I would never want Sam to have to go through anything that bad again. Kathryn and I would do our best for Sam, her happiness and wellbeing means everything to us.
We saw last night at Kara’s birthday party the happy end of her infatuation with me. I’ve always worried about hurting her feelings I’m happy it worked out the way it did finally. I think Daniel is going to ask her out this weekend. I will support any relationship that Kara has as long as it keeps her happy. I’ve always wanted the best for my sisters since I’ve decided to marry Kathryn. Of course that was on the front porch swing as I gave Kathryn her necklace, the first day I met Kathryn.
Today after getting Sam up we skipper morning swim to have an early breakfast so we can drive Mom, Alyssa and Johnny to the airport. They will fly to California to handle Alyssa’s divorce.
We say goodbye at the security screening, that is as far as Kathryn, Joan, Sam and I could go without a ticket, there are tears in Kathryn’s Joan’s and Sam’s eyes as they waved goodbye. They will be back in a week or two, and will be here to meet them.
This is the first time actually I’ll be away from my mother more than a day. I will miss Alyssa and her cooking too. We have been eating in a lot more than normal, a few of the restaurants in town I really want to show Joan what they can do. Kathryn informs me that Misty and she will be cooking tomorrow night for us. But tonight we’ll eat out.
Kathryn takes the opportunity to go shopping since were only ten minutes away from the mall she likes. The first stop this time is the mother daughter shop, Sam’s slips from my shoulders and she picks out another red dress with yellow highlights for her the matching dress for Kathryn is another yellow with red highlights, the two dresses go well with the two girls and their jewelry. Sam is constantly in her necklace just as Kathryn is in hers. The two do most everything in them but swim and sleep.
I stop at the computer store and pick up a few things, I looking at the newest tablet, that tablet actually has more power than the first desktop computer I had as a kid. It’s hard to think in ten years what will come out, considering ten years ago if someone told you about a smart phone what would you think. Hell tablets can do everything including what a smartphone will do. I go ahead and buy everything I need to assemble two new computers, along with my software that I will use.
Sam is riding on my shoulders as I take everything out to the SUV. Once it is loaded Sam and I walked back into the mall to find Kathryn and Joan has gone to their favorite store. Sam asks, “Daddy do we have time for a cookie?”
With a chuckle I say, “If you want to share one we should have time.”
Sam giggles, “Okay Daddy.”
It’s early enough that a snack is not going to hurt Sam’s appetite when it comes to lunch in a couple hours. That girl can eat and still not gain an ounce. I should know she rides on my shoulders often enough to be able to tell. I think she will grow taller before she gains any weight. That something I’m actually looking forward to Sam growing into a beautiful woman. I know she makes me proud each and every time she calls me Daddy.
At the cookies shop, I buy dozen chocolate chip, dozen oatmeal cookies, and single chocolate chip to share with Sam now. I also purchased to take home, dozen chocolate, chocolate chip cookies, and a dozen raisin walnut cookies, and a dozen peanut butter cookies for the Coach.
Our timing is nearly perfect today Sam and I have finished the cookie we were sharing as Kathryn exits the store. Sam has chocolate on her fingers so were still busted. Kathryn only giggles and holds out her hand for the bag of cookies. I had them hidden under another bag, but quickly retrieve her bag of oatmeal cookies for her. Joan waves off the offered bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Kathryn slides into my lap as Sam giggles, she loves seeing her Mommy’s face all lit up in a smile. It’s moments like this that makes my life worthwhile, not the millions of dollars that I have. Feeling the love from Kathryn and Sam and sharing their happiness truly is what makes me feel rich.
As Kathryn sits on my lap she mentions about an art gallery, and how she like to add a few paintings to our home. Kathryn wants one in our bedroom for sure, maybe one for the family room and a few other places in the house.
There is an art gallery in town and Kathryn wants to go today, we have more than enough time before lunch, and Joan is interested too. It’s a short drive from here to an upper-class renovated neighborhood. That holds an old store, once abandoned and neglected now renovated and repaired. The art gallery is housed within this old 1930s five and dime store. The store was built with hardwood floors that are obviously been restored. They have made no effort to disguise the patchwork in areas. Some of the old light fixtures now hold modern fluorescent bulbs. It’s very interesting how they took their time and restored the place.
As Kathryn and Joan look about at various works of art. That all have prices are displayed on small tags directly under the artwork. Sam walks hand-in-hand with Kathryn as we look at various styles of the paintings within the gallery. There’s everything from modern Impressionist to the classics style portraits. As they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Good art elicits a response in its viewer. Good art will elicit either love or hatred for it nearly immediately. If you love the message concealed in the painting it’s easy to figure out how you feel about the painting. Some people never truly understand why they feel what they do about artwork. Others immediately know that the art will be a part of their life from then on, and will travel distances, sometimes great to view the art from the same artist.
Some of the art here, I immediately dislike, some I enjoy, but there’s one that I actually love I’m standing in front of it as I feel Kathryn slip her hand into mine. Sam gives me a tug and I’m so used to it I immediately lift Sam onto my shoulders, and then retake Kathryn’s hand.
Sam’s looking at it too. She gives a giggle and says, “Daddy I like it. It feels like sunrise.” I have seen a few sunrises that would remind you of this, a few sunsets too. It does give me the feeling of change, either night giving way to day, or day given way to night. I guess that’s why they titled it Change.
I guess we’re standing there long enough that the owner finally decided to show some interest in us. The old saying the clothes makes the man, apparently applied here. I was wearing blue jeans and a simple button down shirt. Kathryn a similar dressed nothing really fancy. Joan was also in jeans and a T-shirt. Sam dressed in jeans as well and a nice blouse that match Kathryn’s. I’m sure he didn’t suspect he had a millionaire and two billionaires in his store. If he had I’m sure he would have been pointing out several of the more expensive pieces by some of the more popular artist.
I really don’t pay attention to prices on things like this. On art it’s if you love it or not should be the only reason you buy it or not. Even though this art spoke to me its price was so low I’m sure the art gallery wanted to move it just for the space.
As the man approaches, Kathryn gives me a wink letting me know it is fine with her if I buy the art. I bet she even has a place selected for it. The man begins, “If you excuse me, we’re not a museum. If you’d wish to make a selection I may help you.”
I cut him off before he sticks his foot in his mouth and Kathryn drags us out of here. “I’ll take this one. Does the frame come with it?”
He’s almost shocked, but recovers quickly he said, “No, none of the pieces come with frames.”
I smile then said, “That’s good I love the art but hate the frame.” The frame is totally wrong for the artwork. Even the lighting for this artwork isn’t right. Whoever set it up obviously wasn’t trying to or didn’t know how to display it correctly. I’m no expert in it of course.
A reflection from a car on the street strikes the painting bathing it in a warm golden light; it changes the colors ever so slightly. The true beauty in the artwork now revealed. Only for a few fractions of a second but it is enough for me to understand why I was attracted to this work. This particular piece needs natural light or lighting that will give it the appearance of being in natural light.
The owner had left with my check to complete the sale. The look on his face told me he half expected it not to be good. I’ve seen this happen a couple times before a message comes up and he makes a phone call. It usually occurs when I’m buying someplace new like today. The owner is skeptical as he is explaining what I look like to whoever’s on the phone. It only takes a second before his eyes begin to widen in shock.
Some days I truly wish this would not occur, other times like today I find it extremely humorous. Here I am dressed more or less like your average young husband. I can easily pass for someone who only made a few thousand dollars a month instead of a few thousand dollars a minute.
Kathryn and I will easily have over two billion dollars by the end of the year. In December we will retire again we decided to have a class with Alyssa and possibly Sam’s Aunt Michelle and maybe one or two others. When their class finishes it should be early December with us taking more time to support the local charities through the holidays.
Marshall and a few others from the football team helped last year, we should even have more help this year. I have a secret weapon, my Princess Sam. I’m sure with just a little minor coaching Sam is so cute once I tell her what to ask very few people would be able to turn her down.
Once the gallery owner returns he smiles at me in a friendly manner. I ask him, “Do you have any other works from this artist? I like to see them, and learn a little more about this artist.”
He doesn’t realize some of the things I saw. The artist actually managed to put on the top layer of paint so thinly it is translucent. I know of one other artist who managed to do that, of course is art goes for millions and hangs in the Louvre.
He has three other works by the same artist, all poorly displayed as the first painting was or worse. I was looking at and they are equally as good. I look to Kathryn and she has an expression of agreement and I don’t need to ask. I have him total their price of the three additional paintings and purchase them all.
Once he returns he goes into his salesman’s routine, he points out several of the more popular local artist indicating their work will move very quickly. I just asked him if he has any more from this artist, he indicates he doesn’t and probably will never again. I take one of the paintings over to the window asking him to follow. In the natural light from the window the work now shows its true beauty. I tell him due the poorly done display of the artwork you didn’t get their full value from me. Having him examine the art closely, if he’s done any study of the Masters he will see this artist looks like actually had studied under them.
Only slowly he reluctantly looks at my insistence, his eyes go wide and then he rushes away coming back with a magnifying glass he again looks at the work. Seeing it for its true beauty in the natural light, seen a masterful paint strokes and the layers so translucent it’s only truly visible in the bright natural light here in the window.
He offers to buy the artwork back at twice what I just pay for it. I jokingly say, “I wouldn’t sell it back at ten times what you offered. I will buy any additional works this artist does.”
A hurt expression displayed on his face when he has to confess, “The artist, she refuses to sell anymore works to me.”
Shaking my head I say, “I don’t blame her, as poorly as you had them displayed no one could see the true beauty, or how masterful her work truly is.”
I say, “I will give you five hundred dollars for her name and address, and you can even call her to introduce me. You tell her I bought, no rescued the last four of her works from you.”
He says in a whiny voice. “She’s no one special, she hasn’t even gone to art school she’s just some kid about sixteen. I basically agreed to sell them at 50% commission.”
Then I tell him, “I would’ve purchased them ten times what you had listed if they had been displayed correctly. Her art really speaks to me.”
When he gives me her name Kathryn and I look at each other and break out laughing. He has a confused look on his face until we tell him, “We know her. There are three reasons why you will never sell her art again, first she’s a multimillionaire, and second I helped her make her millions, and third I’ll make sure whoever sells her work from now on displays it correctly. By the way she just turned seventeen a few months ago. I was the best man at her wedding, and Kathryn my wife was her maid of honor.”
Sam giggles adding, “And I was Aunt Misty’s flower girl.”
We have him pack the four paintings gingerly and special shipping containers made for art. We load the back of the SUV with these after rearranging our cargo. After stopping for a lunch, we quickly drive the rest of the way home to unload our art and search for new frames. When Misty sees her paintings she says, “You should’ve heard that asshole begging me to paint some more. Apparently someone showed him how good my work is.”
Marshall comes down from upstairs he smiling and he tells us, “Guess what we’ve been doing today, we tried our hand at trading using everything you taught us. We actually made half a million today. Not too bad for our first solo.”
MC giggles and says, “We would’ve done better, but we panicked on one when it dropped a little it was coming back up and we sold it too soon. We only broke a little better than even on it. If we had stayed with the original estimates we’ve been closer to one million today.”
I smile and say, “How many people you know can say they made half a million in a single day? So don’t sell yourself short because of one mistake, you aired on the side of caution it’s always better than make the mistake and hanging onto it for too long when it really drops.”
MC says, “I imagine if you were here, you would keep us from panicking and selling it short.”
Kathryn adds, “That comes with experience. Once you trust your own research more, and what you need to do is due in independent verification. You will take the same stock or commodity and see what each of you think is going to do. If you both are in agreement the chances are a lot less that you made a mistake. JJ and I do that all the time.”
I continue, “If either of us aren’t sure, we simply go to a different stock and try it again. I usually let Kathryn pick she’s best in finding the undervalued stocks. We once purchase stocks that were ten cents, once we showed interest in them so did others before long the same stock was going at twenty-five dollars a share and climbing. We sold at thirty-five dollars a share.”
Misty is hugging Sam, with tears in her eyes. Sam was telling her how much she loved her painting called Change. I ask Misty, “My favorite artist, when did you paint Change?”
With a giggle Misty says, “The first day Marshall and I became lovers. I painted it just before Mom and Dad kicked me out.”
Looking at it I say, “It looks like you took a month to paint that.”
Misty says, “When inspiration hits me I can paint so fast I don’t even remember doing most of it. At the end I step back and I know it’s done.”
I chuckle and say, “Whatever works for you Misty. But if you want to sell anymore or do anymore, will find a much better gallery for you to display them in. That guy had the worst lighting possible on your work. It’s no wonder they had not sold.”
That Saturday even without Alyssa, Johnny and Mom there we had breakfast like normal for the family. Joan helps with breakfast this Saturday, and has actually learned a few things from her mother. She has a scrambled eggs and cheese with the few additional spices that’s to die for. Joan is now the official scrambler of our Saturday morning breakfast.
After breakfast Uncle George tells Sam that they know for sure Lester is dead and will never be coming after her again she gives him a hug. I hope Sam will never have another nightmare about Lester.
Still didn’t stop her from coming to our room, if anything in the night woke her. She would come up the elevator and tiptoe across the bedroom. Coming onto the bed opposite Kathryn she would softly crawl over to me slide onto my chest and under Kathryn’s arm. She would always give Kathryn a kiss then she would say, “Love you Mommy. Love you Daddy.” Lay her head to my chest and go to sleep.
The second time Sam did that, she was surprised when Kathryn and I answered her. Sam asks us, “Do I have to go back to my bed?”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I would miss you if you did.”
I raise my hand in place in on Sam’s back. I say, “I would get cold. I love you sleeping on my chest you keep Daddy nice and warm.”
Sam giggles and says, “Daddy you keep me warm too.”
Sam did not do that every night she can tell when Kathryn and I need to be alone. On most nights unless she had a nightmare or felt lonely Sam would stay asleep in her room. Only after watching a horror movie with one of her aunts Sam would have a nightmare, I think they do that the torture us. Of course after the second movie like that I put my foot down; I actually restricted the satellite from showing R-rated movies.
There were some nights when I realized Sam needed us too, and Kathryn I would just bring her to our bed to sleep.
Another week passed and I spoke to Mom and Alyssa several times there were going to take a few more days possibly a week before they were ready to return. They actually have one more court date they had to attend. Because he had to meet demands the judge required a continuance and they would have to show up the next Monday. After a few of the facts of the case became evident the judge struck down several of his demands. Alyssa was stuck with support, the judge limited based on her former income.
Which was fine with me, when Alyssa come back I plan to start a new class with her. The rest of this week we did outstandingly with their class. Marshall, Misty, MC and Joan would take one stock or commodity and Kathryn and I would do another, for the week was over they had made another twenty million. At that point they were over sixty million each well within the target range, and more importantly they had learned the lessons we really wanted them to accomplish. Any one of them could set down with us and go over a selection, explain the research, and how and why it would change in price. It’s important to know when this stock or commodity will decrease in cost as well and the factors that cause that. The four of them are very aware of those causes. They now know what to look for in advance.
I would always be there for them and willing to give them a helping hand and they agreed to do the same for me. They agreed to assist with any new class I would instruct. This would be a refresher for them and an opportunity to make additional money. They also realized how good it felt to help others. They can tell that Kathryn and I were proud of them.
Joan with a giggle said, “Until this last two weeks, it felt like JJ and you Kathryn were just handing us money right and left. I realize now each and every day were a lot of lessons. You made sure we were doing it right.”
Daniel did ask Kara out that weekend, he took her into town for dinner and a movie. She seemed very happy, and they were going to continue dating. He had already asked her out again which she accepted the date. By the time our class ended, Daniel is been working on their blueprints and have them nearly finished, only minor changes in a few spots for Marshall’s and Misty’s again. MC was very happy with hers.
Joan looked over hers and asked my advice. I told her, “You should add a few more rooms you may need them at a later date for nieces to sleep over once in a while.”
She looked at me and giggled before she said, “Instead of them sleeping over, you and Kathryn can go over, and I’ll come over here. My nieces can sleep in their own bed. You will just have to change the sheets on mine.”
I chuckled and ask her, “Where your kids going to sleep?”
Joan gets a thoughtful look on her face, “I never thought of that, I guess I will have to have a couple smaller bedrooms added.” Joan gets Daniel to add total four bedrooms that make her house have a total of seven bedrooms. She has Jack and Jill bath instead of each bedroom having separate baths on the smaller bedrooms.
I also suggest they should have safe rooms built as well. I said, “Just in case we have a tornado or something, you may not be able to get to my house in time, but you’ll be always welcome.”
Daniel adds that to their homes, it really doesn’t cost that much more to add because they all have basements anyway.
We decide to continue on with the class until Alyssa, Johnny and Mom return from California, which may be another week.
Them leaving seem to bring on the rain, we’ve had several inches and the last two weeks and the Lake has responded well, coming back up to a usable level. We have been fortunate that none of them have been severe thunderstorms. Although the Lake is a little murky it would be fine for just riding around in Kathryn speedboat.
After trading today we decide we’re going to go to a movie and dinner out. Of course I bring the entire family and we descend upon a restaurant we like in town. The owner has a bright smile on his face as he ushers us in. We get two waiters considering how large our party is, and we easily take up half the restaurant dining area. It being the middle summer there’s not a lot of people here. Our little town isn’t that much of a tourist attraction. The Lake is not that large and we’re too close to the smoky mountains and too far away from the coast.
There is some farming in the wider valleys near here, but not much. Nothing in the way of industry has ever really been part of this area. There is some lumber but not extensively. So this area is pretty sparsely populated it wasn’t for this small town they would be much here at all. That was the reason I initially like this area. I wanted to get away from the larger cities and their major problems. Now I can’t see myself living anywhere but a small town like this.
I bump into one of the chief organizers for our Christmas charities an older man by the name of Jeremy. It’s a chance for me to brag on Sam. I’m telling about how she got such a kick out of giving her birthday present as gifts to the family. He is thinking as well as I am and we both blurt out at the same time. “That’s what we need to do.”
I guess that’s how the idea started, were going to help some underprivileged children and let them do Christmas shopping for their parents and siblings. The only rule is they can’t buy anything for themselves. We may have to limit them to a certain dollar amount for each parent and siblings so we can help as many as possible. The fundraising will begin before this month is over, and I agree to match every Dollar they raise.
We’re talking right at our table. Marshall gives him a check for fifty thousand dollars. Jeremy has an astonished look on his face as he looks at Marshall. MC and Joan wouldn’t be outdone either, and they hand him another two checks for fifty thousand each. Jeremy is eyes go wide he quickly realizes that easily going to be more than three hundred thousand dollars for this new program.
Jeremy places the three checks in his shirt pocket with a large smile. He shakes Marshall’s and gives Joan and MC a peck on their cheek say his thanks before he leaves. That should give the kids between two and three thousand dollars each to spend. It wouldn’t surprise me that he’ll cover to three counties with this money.
I remember when I was four years old, wanting to buy Mom something for the holiday. Once I was older I asked her for an allowance and I would say that up, she didn’t get a surprise under the tree but she usually had a tear in her eye at the store. I hope this makes some kids holidays brighter.
I know that some parents never get a single Christmas present until the children are out of the house and on their own, they much rather spend the money on their kids, then even give the kids allowance to have the kids spend money on them. I feel sorry for those children. They never get to feel the joy of giving. So they definitely lose out on part of the fun, and maybe the most important lesson in the holidays.
It still July and that’s a lot of time for Jeremy to raise money, and I tell you the truth I hope he raises a lot. We have a lot to do ourselves, ought to figure out what to get the family. This year I have Sam help me. She did an excellent job with her birthday gifts. Misty definitely used her cookbook. You need only to flip through it to realize that. There’s more than one stain on the pages. Marshall is very happy with his present too, he is wearing his tennis shoes right now. Alyssa was wearing her charm bracelet when she boarded the plane. Joan got her a good luck bead for her bracelet. Mom bought her best friend bead for it.
Sam like normal is on my lap, after Jeremy leaves Sam slides over stands on the edge of the chair and kisses me on the cheek. Sam giggles and says, “Mommy don’t you just love Daddy when he does things like that.”
Kathryn giggles, “Why yes I do Sam. He makes me so proud sometimes, especially when he does things like this and doesn’t realize how many people’s lives he’s going to touch.”
Coach chuckles, “Your Daddy used to try to hide all the good he was doing. But it just made it all the more obvious to the people who knew him.”
Helen with a giggle says, “Why do you think there were three ministers that insisted on helping with JJ’s and Kathryn’s wedding. Nearly eight thousand people showed up for it. Why we hired every restaurant in town to cater. Sam it’s because, soon after your Dad moved here he started doing things. Money appeared like out of nowhere for charities. The county hasn’t been able to foreclose on a single house. Someone always pays their taxes just before their houses auctioned off. He learned to cook from a retired teacher, as a way to feed her and few of her neighbors.”
Misty giggles, “Marshall is that why, were taken lessons from Ms. Sims.”
Marshall shakes his head yes with a smile. Then he says, “Maybe we’ll take your younger sister to start classes soon. She’s getting a little suspicious because you’re getting too good.”
Kathryn’s eyes light up, as she says, “I need to gets some lessons on dinner. JJ and I got breakfast down pretty good.”
Chuckling I say, “I’m better now that Sam is helping me. She’s a great spotter for the pancakes.” I give her a kiss and then place her back in my lap.
Sam giggles, “That’s because you keep looking at Mommy.”
Now I confess to Sam with a chuckle, “Whenever your Mommy is around I have a tough time paying attention to anything else very long, but maybe you Sam.”
Sam giggles, “That’s good Daddy, I know that’s because you love us.”
The food arrives in cuts our conversation short. This is one of the better restaurants in town, but you really couldn’t tell it other than us there are only two tables occupied. I know some of the other restaurants are having it tough too. The first thing when the economy goes bad people stop eating out, of course when the economy recovers the few restaurants that remain usually do very well.
We take our time eating, and the conversation goes well a lot of lighter subjects. The wait staff here is always right there when you need them, my tea hardly ever gets empty as well as anyone else’s around the table. When Sam says she didn’t like one of the sides I ordered, they bring order mac & cheese for her. The way the owner runs this place is like a well-oiled machine. Considering two of the wait staff is his daughters, and seemed to be born to the business.
The wait staff still does their job well, but they’re missing the cheery attitude, especially his daughters that I’m accustomed to seeing around here. I can tell something is wrong, there’s nothing wrong with the food is excellent. There’s something else that seemed to hang in the air, like a low cloud over your airport. It’s there and there’s nothing you can do about it, you can’t fly forever so sometime you just going to have to trust your instruments and land. Right now my instruments are my instincts, and what they’re telling me is there something happening that they don’t want to share with anyone else.
When one of the tables gets up to leave and stops of the cashier, the owner, Robert everybody calls Bobby, simply smiles and says the check is on him tonight. They gleefully think him and leave. I move Sam to Kathryn’s lap, and she can tell I sent something is wrong. I walk up to the teller, where the owner still stands. He smiles and says, “JJ there’s no charge tonight, you can tip your wait staff if you wish.”
With a look over my shoulders at the table I realize they’re serving desserts to everyone. I shake my head before I ask, “You can’t really afford this can you?”
He shakes his head and says, “It’s either give it away or let it go bad. As much good you’ve done around here, I can’t think of anybody better to give it to than your family.”
I chuckle looking straight in the face I say, “Haven’t you heard no good deed goes unpunished.”
He raises an eyebrow before asking, “What good deed deserves punishment?”
I said, “Well you fed me for free. The least I can do is keep you in business. Besides that this is my favorite restaurant in the area. If you went out of business, I would have to hire your chef, and there’s no way I can keep her busy enough.” His chef happens to be his wife Mary.
He takes deep breath he says, “That’s a nice offer JJ but you don’t know how deep in the hole I am. I mortgage my house and this restaurant to try to keep going. I owe almost two hundred thousand dollars and the bank is threatening to foreclose in a week or so.”
With a grin I say, “Did you read the article on how much money I actually have. If you will agree to feed my family once a week for the life of this restaurant, I give you three hundred thousand dollars as a retainer, plus another twenty thousand dollars a year.”
He begins to stutter, “JJ, I, I, I can’t.”
I chuckled and say, “You are correct much as these guys eat. I will make it four hundred thousand and twenty five thousand per year negotiable.”
He comes around the counter pulls me into a hug with his strong arms, with a laugh he drags me off to the kitchen and explains to his wife. His wife is a beautiful woman, but her eyes are a little red and puffy I know she’s been crying for a long time. The wait staff is mostly their children, they overhear as he excitedly explains to his wife.
His thirteen-year-old daughter, Deborah who everybody calls Debs, had been waiting on the other tables quickly sets down a picture of tea before she comes to hug me. Her eyes are a little red, but now new tears form in them.
His older daughter Sandra, one of the ones waiting on our table, stands there in shock seeing her mother and younger sister embracing me. Giggling she says, “Kathryn is going to kill him if you don’t have a good reason for that.”
Her father quickly wrapping her in a hug and tells her what has transpired. Sandra now with happy tears running down her face says, “You better make sure Kathryn understands it’s not because of her cooking.”
With a chuckle I say, “That’s something I’ll definitely try to do.”
Mary looks at Bobby before she says, “I really want to keep the restaurant, but just feeding JJ and his family once a week isn’t right. That isn’t enough, he saving our lives.”
Bobby starts to agree, and before they offer me the restaurant. The idea hit me, what one other Bobby was doing. He was using his wealth to help others to stay in business and expand, start businesses and even a few corporations. Smiling I look at Bobby and Mary before I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.” I pause while Bobby laughs, “You two want to make me work here don’t you? Well it’s not going to work; I’m going to be your silent partner. I’ll put up the money, and keep you guys going. But you guys got to manage the restaurant, I will only help with the finances and any other business issues you have. You get four hundred thousand dollars for allowing me to be your silent partner, plus twenty-five thousand dollars a year prepaid for my meals.”
Bobby shakes my hand, and Mary gives another hug, her thirteen-year-old daughter steps up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss on my cheek. Of course that’s when a curious Kathryn walks through the doors Bobby just pulled me through not five minutes before.
Kathryn, Sandra and I were friends from high school. Sandra had been in one of my self-defense classes. Her quick wit and friendly personality has won her many friends including Kathryn and I. Sandra sees Kathryn and says, “Your husband just can’t help himself when it comes to helping others.” She walks over and hugs Kathryn, then whispers in her ear.
Kathryn has a slight confused look for second then she says with a giggle, “That’s seven so far, if what I am thinking is correct.”
Sandra says, “If you are adding the four of us, yes.”
Kathryn giggles, “That’s one reason I love him.” Then she holds up a glass, “Sam needs a little more milk.” Sandra practically sprints to the refrigerator to return with a gallon of milk and refills Sam’s glass.
The two of them returned to the table with Sam’s milk.
The table goes quiet and I hear Sanders voice explaining why I’m in the kitchen. I said to Mary and Bobby, “I will be by tomorrow and will settle everything. You two have a great night sleep, and don’t you worry about your finances we’ll fix those.”
Mary went back to fixing food for the other table. While Bobby walked me back to the table to cheers from my family and the rest of the restaurant. He smiles and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We caught the early movie; while we’re in the theater the clouds raised high into the air. These towers of moisture would bring about a thunderstorm just as the evening sun set. Living in the southeast have these exquisite thunderstorms occasionally, with lots of lightning showing how brilliantly Mother Nature can put on her own light show. The lightning bolts are massive discharges of electrical energy, some containing enough power to light up an entire city, yet so wild and unpredictable.
When Kathryn and I first started dating, I saw my first thunderstorm with her in my arms. We sat on her front porch swing and watch the approaching storm. It was just a little after sundown in the massive lightning bolts reached all the way from the ground to far above the clouds. As they come closer you lost the perspective of being able to see them continue on skyward. The sound of the thunder shook us in that porch swing. From that day forward I’ve always loved spend time with Kathryn just watching a thunderstorm. Since we became lovers we would watch the thunderstorm during the height of the storm we would move to our bed to make love.
You could almost feel the static in the air, and knew the thunderstorm would approach this evening. Kathryn and I grinned at each other knowing we would watch the thunderstorm and then make love like we had so many times before.
That evening as Sam is getting ready for bed we can hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Sam asks, “What’s that sound?”
Kathryn says, “It’s a thunderstorm Sam. That’s the sound of lightning.”
Sam giggles, “Lightning is very noisy Mommy.”
I didn’t think any more of it, as we tuck Sam in for the night. We passed grandma she was in the kitchen had a cup of tea before she went to bed. She tells us, “That’s going be a pretty big thunderstorm tonight. The way my arthritis is acting up, really lets me know.”
We wish her a good night, and Kathryn gives her a hug and a kiss. We head to the elevator and go to our room.
We have a partial covered balcony that overlooks the River, and the meadow with the boat house. Kathryn and I have a long porch glider, most of these are between four and six foot long, but I specially ordered mine to be 7 and a half foot long. Constructed from redwood and has cushioned seats. It’s more like a couch than an outdoor piece of furniture. Kathryn goes into the closet she says, “I’m getting a blanket and an extra pillow. It feels a little cool to me, and once the rain starts it should start getting cooler fast.”
I do notice it has cooled off, as the cool air sweeps out from the thunderstorm. That wind seems to sweep the mosquitoes and other insects away as well. It makes it a lot more enjoyable to be outside just to watch the lightning. The sun set hidden by the dark and foreboding clouds to the west. Kathryn comes out carrying the pillow and blanket wrapped around her. She sets the pillow down getting my attention. With a giggle she opens the blanket to show she is nude underneath. She wiggles her hips and says, “I think my husband is overdressed.”
As I start to pull my clothes off Kathryn giggles and says, “If you take them off out here they will blow away.”
I walk in and continue taking off my clothes bringing my shirt with me. Now that I’m fully undressed I step back out onto the balcony and pull the door closed behind me. Kathryn giggles seeing my hardened manhood. She says, “I think my husband likes this idea.”
I slide in beside Kathryn as she wraps the blanket around me as well. Our lips meet as the hunger in me reaches its height. I hunger for Kathryn, and only she can satisfy it with her love. She cuddles in close to me, and the cool air makes the warm feeling of her body so much more enjoyable.
The sound of thunder is so much stronger now; the wind now carries a mist with it that chills the exposed skin of our bodies. This increases the contrast from where our bodies come together and where they don’t. As my hand travels over her it’s as if the skin underneath my hand instantly heats to my touch. Kathryn pulls back with a shiver, and her nipples hardened from the cool air and mist.
The first flash of lightning overhead lights up Kathryn’s beautiful face. The boom of thunder shakes the whole world around us. Her eyes are green and happy as she raises herself positioning my cock and situate herself as she slowly sinks down my manhood, enjoying every millimeter as it slowly forces her pussy open. She’s hot wet and tight compared to the cool air that did surround me. I do so much want to feel her warmth. I lean forward and pull her close into a long passionate kiss. Kathryn wiggles the last of me deep into her. We grind our bodies together giving pleasure to each other. Another flash followed by another boom and Kathryn begins to move her hips back and forth. We make love with no great urgency, just wanting to spend the time together in each other’s arms.
We’re making love for a very long time, as Kathryn has several orgasms and spurts wetting me several times. The smell of sex is strong even with breeze blows it quickly away. Kathryn has moved into a reverse cowgirl position so she can watch the storm as I play with her breasts. The storm seem to have lightened up some will last few minutes but as Kathryn approaches her orgasm and I do too huge bolts of lightning flashed across the sky. Kathryn in my orgasm hits us as the deafening sound of thunder vibrates are very souls.
Kathryn leans heavily into me breathing hard and she rises and falls with my breath. Our bodies tingle from the afterglow of our orgasms. Another deafening roar of thunder shakes us and I hear a small high-pitched squeal that has to be Sam. I look over my shoulder into the bedroom and see Sam standing in the middle of the room. Sam stopping there once she realizes the bed is empty. Sam stands there trembling is another boom causes her to scream again. Kathryn is noticed her screams in calls to her, “Sam it’s okay, it’s only thunder. It’s not going to hurt you my beautiful little Sam.”
Now that Sam knows where we are at nothing can stop her, she runs throws the door open and jumps into Kathryn’s arms. We’re both nude and covered in sweat. Again Sam doesn’t care she needs us to run the fear away. Kathryn’s close the blanket before Sam’s gotten there and she jumps into Kathryn’s lap and clings to her Mommy. When my hands slipped from underneath the blanket to hold Sam I feel her trembling against us. Kathryn slowly calms her down.
I finally ask, “Sam haven’t you seen a thunderstorm before?”
Sam shakes her head no before saying, “I lived in Oregon with my grandma. I never saw anything like this before.”
Sam is paying a lot more attention to the storm now that she feels safe in our arms. I have to admit their site to watch. This is easily the most intense thunderstorm we’ve had lately. Another loud boom causes Sam to bury her face into the blanket. She gingerly lifts her eyes back up to see what’s going on.
Flash of memory from my premonition I say before I even realize it, “Sam see the big oak tree near the end of the meadow. Sam shakes her head seeing where I am pointing. It’s almost like a countdown in my head as I point to the tree and tell Sam, “Watch.” I snap my fingers just an instant before a large bolt of lightning strike the tree sharing off several limbs only on the side nearest us. This off balanced the tree and then a gust of wind finishes the job as the tree tumbles away from us.
Kathryn and Sam so in shock at the site that they both don’t react until the huge boom shake them. They both squeal hiding their faces against me. I chuckle and say, “I guess we better get in now.”
I lift both in my arms and carry them as they giggle.
Once inside Sam notices the smell and giggles. Sam states, “You two were hugging each other and making funny noises again.”
Another loud boom of thunder and a squeal from Sam answers my question before I even asked. Too frightened by the storm to be alone right now, one of us will have to stay with Sam. I asked Kathryn, “Do you want to take your shower first or should I?”
The crack of rolling thunder and Kathryn’s eyes go wide. I know neither of us is going to have a shower until after the storm has finished. I take used pajamas and put them on. Lay back in the bed Sam immediately scrambles to my chest holding me tightly. Kathryn follows my example lays down in her pajamas beside me. Every flash of lightning Sam’s face is up with wide eyes. When the boom of thunder follows Sam hides her face against me.
After the next flash I count aloud, “one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three” boom and Sam hides her face against me again I tell her. “What were you afraid of Sam that was very far away?”
Sam doesn’t get a chance to answer is another flash fills the room. And I count aloud, one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three, one thousand four then the boom of thunder but Sam doesn’t hide her face this time. With a smile I say, “See Sam the thunderstorm is leaving it won’t last much longer.”
Sam asks, “How do you know Daddy?”
Sam gets her first physics lesson. I start by saying, “Sam you know thunder is the sound lightning makes, when you’re very close to the lightning the sound sounds like it’s the same time. But the light moves faster than the sound so the farther you are away from the lightning the longer it takes thunder to get to you.”
Sam’s face lights up with another flash more relaxed this time and she counts with me as we get to one thousand six the boom of the lightning reaches us. With a smile Sam asks, “That means is getting further away?”
I tell Sam, “The lightning is, the rain should start real soon.” And just as soon as I finish saying that the heavy rain began.
Again Sam’s eyes widen before she asks, “How did you do that Daddy?”
Kathryn echoes, “Yes, how I did you do that?”
With a chuckle I said, “Well if I told you. How would I have any surprises left? What you know the secret it’s easy, but for right now let’s get some sleep.”
I get two groans from my two loves that cause me to chuckle some more.
“Okay I guess I’ll tell you. I saw it in a premonition my beautiful Princess.” Kathryn knows which premonition I’m speaking of. But because Sam is now our life I wondered how much will change from that premonition. I see now how many things have changed; Marshall and Misty instead of having a wedding announcement in the same paper will probably have a birth announcement. Alyssa. Joan and Johnny now live with us, Kathryn’s and my wedding was on her fourteenth birthday instead of on her sixteenth birthday. We helped four of our friends so far to be financially independent. And the biggest change of all Sam. None of these changes Kathryn and I would undo for anything, especially Sam.
I continue, “Sam some things I saw about my future have come true. Other things are much better. Having you in my life is much better than what I foresaw. You’re the prize that our good deeds have won us. Maybe your Angel Daddy and Mommy knew we would help you from what we’ve done before. They changed my future to help you. I love being your Daddy Sam, and I would never change that. If they changed my future they changed it for the better.”
Sam with wet eyes says, “I love being your Princess Daddy. I love being your beautiful little Sam Mommy. I think they did change your future Daddy. I know Lester didn’t want to come here. But old Mommy wanted him to. She had to beg him to come. Then old Mommy made him leave me outside. Lester had whipped me a couple times because I ran away. Lester was very bad to me Daddy. I’m glad he’s dead.”
Caressing Sam’s back I say, “Me too Sam.”
Kathryn gives Sam a kiss is tears run down her cheeks. Outside the rain still falls but not nearly as having as it did before. Thunder is gone far into the distance and soon the storm will pass. Tomorrow will be bright and sunny just a little more humid and the downed tree will be the only signs of the storm tonight. Course my premonition told me of the treasure we will find. That needs returned to Sam’s great grandma.
Tomorrow morning bright and early before grandma has a chance to leave, I’ll take Sam over to discover her great grandma’s treasure.
It doesn’t take long for Sam finally relaxes and goes to sleep. Kathryn whispers softly, “Are we going to give the gold back? You know she’ll say you bought the land it yours.”
I whisper in return, “That’s why I will have Sam find it. I’ll make her say Sam’s family and since family found it, the gold is still hers.”
Kathryn giggles before whispering back, “That’s my husband, devious with a heart of gold.”
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Maria, with her mind control daughter, turns her virgin daughter into her lesbian lover.
A boy realizes he wants his sister.
Some boyhood adventures
The planet of Aghara-Penthay, where any female automatically has the status of slave, is the worst place in the galaxy to be a woman. Unfortunately for Lara, citizen of the female dominated world of Gaianesia, if she wants to save her homeworld by completing the mission given to her missing twin sister Gara, Aghara-Penthay is exactly where she must go.
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‘Man that was intense’ I said to myself as I woke covered in sweat. Slowly consciousness crept into my sleep addled brain as I recalled the events of my slumber. It was her again, the short raven haired beauty that I had been lusting after in my dreams for weeks now, her name is Jamie, she is also my younger sister. Pulling the covers back I swung my legs off the bed and reached down to throw on a pair of boxers for the ritual morning trip to the bathroom.
As the shower was warming up I leaned over the sink just staring at myself in the mirror. That’s when I first noticed it, my eyes were green not their normal blue. As I stared in shock wondering what could have happened I watched as they turned back into the blue I have always known. Figuring it was still sleep fogging my brain I shook it off and dropped my boxers to the floor as I stepped into the shower. I stepped under the water feeling it was over me wishing I was anyone but me. Don’t get me wrong, I lived in a nice house with a great set of parents and my sister Jamie. I did pretty good in school, had friends and a fairly healthy social life, but it was how I looked I couldn’t stand. I was your typical run of the mill nothing special. At 5’9” 170 lbs I was just shy of being actually noticeable.
This is where my recent obsession has come in. Unlike me my younger sister Jamie got a double helping of looks. Just a month shy of turning 16 she stands a short 5’2” about 100 pounds even , long straight black hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her breasts as I found out later were a C cup and had been for about the last year now. Her stomach and legs were tight and toned from hours of cheerleading practice. Basically she was a vision of pure beauty, and the only girl that actually paid me any attention. Ever since it got hot enough to tan and I saw her in her new bikini this year I have barely been able to contain myself around her. Constantly excusing myself to go jerk off to her or sneaking around trying to get glimpses of her.
Even now in the shower as my dream comes back to me I feel my cock start to rise. Not wanting to waste a good erection and wanting to relive that dream I shut my eyes as my hand starts slowly stroking myself to full hardness. I go back to the dream, Julie underneath me, her legs folded up as I piston my cock into her hard and fast. I hear her moans telling me how big I am when I realize that in the dream its not really me fucking her, its me but a lot more muscled and with a bigger cock. As I think about watching myself enter my sister over and over again something feels different to me. I open my eyes and look down at myself and instead of the usual 5 inch skinny dick I see my hand wrapped around a 9 inch long 2 inch thick piece of meat jutting out from my body. My eyes widen in disbelief as my cock and my forearm are now the same size. Stuck in shock I hurriedly finish up my shower grab a towel and run back to my room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed thoughts of insanity run through my mind. Something is going on and I need to know what. With a deep breath I open my towel revealing the same small dick I’ve grown used to over the years. Now I’m lost. I must be losing my mind. Knowing what I saw and felt was real I decided to try and figure out what could possibly be going on. Since it was hard when I saw the difference maybe I had to be hard again to see the change. Being in such an excited state from two denied orgasms it was relatively easy to bring myself back to full hardness despite the nervousness of the situation. As my cock grew I was filled with excitement hoping for the best but after a few moments my cock was rigid and only the 5 inches I knew. Feeling slightly defeated I thought back to what was different and besides the obvious of not being in the shower anymore the only thing different was that at the time I was imagining myself with that same hard beast I had plowing into my sister. That scene coming back into my mind I started wanting that cock again. I started imagining it on my body jutting out. I looked down taking in my small cock wishing it to grow and before my eyes it started to. Slowly it gained in length and girth until I was back to being massive.
Over come with happiness at the possibilities for me now I stroked hard and fast while keeping my sister in my head. My orgasm was swift and powerful, as it hit rope after rope of cum shot out from my tip coating my chest in cum. As I squeezed the last of my cum out I fell back onto the bed in a daze and slipped into unconsciousness.
Waking back up for the second time that day I found myself in ridiculously high spirits. Who wouldn’t be?? I can change anything I want to physically about myself. Or at least maybe anything. I had to know my limits with this. Looking down at myself I needed to get cleaned up. Seeing what time it was I knew my sister had already left for practice and she wouldn’t be back until late that night, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe myself down from the earlier orgasm.
While wiping myself down I looked into the mirror and started to play around. I started with my eye color again changing it from one color to the next finally deciding on brown. I then moved to my nose and just for shits and giggles I made it long and pointy like Pinocchio. Finally cleaned up I left my face the new way and walked back into my room closing my door. In my excitement I didn’t realize that my door didn’t completely shut. Now standing in front of my full length mirror I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw this ridiculous nose jutting out from my face.
Knowing that I basically had a do over at my disposal I started on becoming the way I always wanted to look. Adding a couple inches in height I was now 6 foot even. I set to work on my frame bulking me up a little bit and defining my muscles that would take months in a gym to achieve. Once happy with that I started on my face, not changing anything major just a little tweak here and there until I was happy. I enlarged my balls a little bit to match that of the destroyer now hanging limp between my legs. Once finished I memorized every inch of what I changed tweaking what needed it and leaving alone what was perfect. Taking a full look at myself I couldn’t have been happier. Looking like this there was no way girls would keep ignoring me. I would finally get laid.
Filing away what I wanted to look like I started playing around. Making myself fat and skinny, super tall and tiny like a midget. I added muscles and hair, took them away basically being absolutely ridiculous with my new found ability. Returning back to the new me I stood just admiring myself when all of a sudden it hit me. If I could change into anything why couldn’t I change into a chick. The thoughts of my possibilities started to excite me, bringing my impressive cock to life. I started off just seeing if I could do it. My chest losing its muscle as it started to expand out ending up with a pair of firm large breasts. Not being able to choose between the mirror and looking down I kept glancing back and forth as my hands came up to feel my first breast. My hands reaching their goal sent all the air out of my lungs and I fell back onto the bed slowly caressing my new toys. My nipples now even more sensitive began to harden under the movements of my hands. My cock was so hard it was actually beginning to hurt as I pinched down on my nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my throat. Leaving one hand to play with my breasts I moved my other down and slowly began stroking my cock imagining it was my sisters breasts I was playing with. Getting so into it I started moaning her name which in turn brought me immediately to orgasm my cock exploding and sending my cum shooting out right onto my breasts.
As I lay there in my after glow I started picturing my sister in my head. I closed my eyes forming a complete picture of Jamie in my head. I pulled on every memory I had of her forming a complete image of her in my head. Keeping my eyes shut I imagined her and pushed that image of her onto my body. I could feel things moving and changing and when it all stopped with eyes still shut I stood up. Slowly I opened my eyes and staring back at me in the mirror was my sister.
So stunned at this, all I could do was stare as I turned around and bent over trying to see everything I could. Finally I let my hands do what my eyes were doing. I laid back on the bed closing my eyes and just ran my hands over every inch of my sisters body. Going straight to my breasts I started caressing and squeezing finally getting the prize I had been aching for. Under the ministrations of my fingers I could feel my nipples harden, moving down to them I gave them a pull when I felt a wet heat coming from between my legs. Going into very unknown territory I slid one hand down my stomach and in between my legs. I could immediately feel heat emanating from my folds. Gingerly I began exploring lightly playing with the area rubbing my fingers up and down coating them in the juice of my excitement. My breaths were now beginning to come in deeper and more ragged as my excitement grew finally resulting in a loud moan as my probing fingers found my clit.
Now feeling flushed and more turned on in a new way than I have even experienced I began to rub my fingers in circles over my clit, going faster and faster until I couldn’t even breathe. The only option my brain gave me was to keep rubbing. And that’s when it hit. My entire body being sent into spasms I twisted around as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt washed over me. With one final wave of ecstasy washing over me blackness edged in.
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This is the second part Introduction To Sex.
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Both I and Tina went downstairs to join my parents and my Aunty Jane. They had stopped talking about the events of the year and there was food and drink on the table. As me and Tina started tucking into the food, my parents said that they were going to bed as they would like an early start in the morning to avoid the morning traffic. With the goodnights said all round, off they went up the stairs to bed. Aunty Jane seemed more than just jolly and I could tell that she had probably had a little more to drink than she usually would. Tina asked her if we could have a small drink of alcohol seeing as it was a special occasion. She said we could as long as it was only a small one. Tina poured all three of us a large glass of wine. I took a sip and it tasted like shit, but when you’re getting to drink something you shouldn’t, you sort of just drink it anyway.
Aunty Jane said she was going upstairs to change into her night clothes and was coming back down to watch a little television before going to bed. As soon as she went, Tina lifted her night dress up to her waist and asked my to lick her pussy. I wanted to but did I want to get caught by my Aunty or even worse what if my parents came down. I said “no put it away or we’ll end up caught.” Tina said “you can hear when someone comes downstairs because the top two stairs creak.” With that, Tina said she would listen out for the stairs. I really did want to but was it worth the risk ? Damn hell yes, there was no risk if Tina was going to listen out for the creaky stairs. She didn’t want to get caught either. I got on my knees in front of the chair and lifted Tina’s legs up. As her legs came up her pussy opened up slightly and I could see how wet she had become. I wasted no time and put my tongue straight into the little pink hole that was staring me in the face. In no time at all my whole face was sopping with the cum from her pussy. I used my finger to rub her clit while I was licking up, down and inside the slit of her pussy. I knew I was doing something right by the sounds that were now coming from Tina’s mouth. She was starting to let out little moans and groans and the odd oh yes. Time seemed to stand still as I worked my tongue and my finger around the beautiful little pussy that had just had its cherry taken away.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement coming from the back of the chair. Tina hadn’t heard the creaks of the top two stairs because she was in a world of her own. The movement I could see was the door that led from the stairs into the room. The room where I was licking my cousin’s pussy. I shot back as fast as I could and fell straight onto my back. Tina suddenly snapped out of her own little world, stood up from out of the chair and pulled her night dress down. The door opened and in walked my Aunty Jane. She looked at us and made a giggling laugh when she said “I thought you two would have grown out of that by now”. For a brief second I wondered what she was on about, but then I knew. I took my eyes off the door and looked up at the ceiling, only the ceiling wasn’t there. What was there was 2 legs either side of my face and the wettest pussy you’d ever seen at the top of them. I must have looked like a dirty little school boy peeking up a girls skirt. Aunty Jane asked me if I liked looking at Tina’s panties but before I had time to answer, Tina had said that she didn’t have any on.
That was it, I was done for. I expected my Aunty Jane to go get my parents out of bed and tell them what a dirty little son they had, but she never. She just moved to the front of the chair where Tina had been sitting, and sat down. Tina and I both laughed. I think it was more of a relief laugh than a funny one. Aunty Jane then said to Tina “Why do you squat down and let him have a closer look at your pussy.” “Ok” Tina said, and with that she squatted down and pushed her pussy back onto my mouth. I could hear the both of them whispering although I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I wasn’t really bothered what they were saying, I was getting to lick pussy.
I had only been licking Tina’s pussy for a couple of minutes when she got up, moved across to the other chair and sat down. Aunty Jane looked at me and asked me if I enjoyed what I saw. I think she already knew the answer to that one, because my cock had gone into boner mode and was standing straight up clearly visible through my thin pyjamas. Aunty Jane continued “I think you two need to learn the cycle of life and the joys that come with it.” With that said, Aunty Jane slid down off the chair onto her knees by the side of me. She tugged at the top of my pyjama bottoms and pulled them down far enough to expose my erect throbbing cock. I started shaking, panicking, what was she doing ? I thought about stopping her but that thought didn’t last long. Aunty Jane beckoned Tina over to the side of her, facing her mother with me laid down between them. Aunty Jane then wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly started jacking me off.
Fuck me!! I’d now convinced myself that I had died and gone to heaven and found the back street where all the fucks are free. She started telling Tina how this is what boys like to do when they want to pleasure themselves and how they like it even more when girls do it or them. She wasn’t wrong either. She showed Tina how to go on, then told her to take over. Tina placed her hand on my cock and continued to jack me off. Pre-cum was now starting to leak from the end of my cock. Aunty Jane had noticed it too and explained to Tina that it was a sign that I was getting aroused. Tina already knew this seeing as she had seen it an hour earlier but I just kept my mouth shut. “It needs to be cleaned off, and this is how to clean it” said Aunty Jane, and with that she leaned forward and popped the head of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue doing little circular motions licking up all the pre-cum. All of a sudden her mouth slid down over the full length of my cock, back up again and then back down.
The little feeling that builds up in your ball sack, travels up your cock and when it can’t take no more shoots cum out the end, had done its full cycle before she had got back to the bottom of my cock. Without warning, I was shooting hot streams of cum into my Aunty Jane’s mouth. She quickly took her mouth of my cock. But it was too late. I had emptied all I had into her mouth. She moved her mouth back onto my now wilting cock and released some of my cum back onto it. “That was a naughty cock” she said with a devilish grin on her face, but I think she knew that I was cumming before I did. She told Tina that she had swallowed some of my cum and had left some for her, on my cock. Tina lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. I could feel her jaw tighten on my cock as she swallowed the few drops of cum that Aunty Jane had left there for her.
Aunty Jane told Tina to suck my cock and at the same time to lower her mouth up and down the whole length of my cock. Even though I was now soft, the sensation that I was having was making my toes curl. “Let’s see if you can get him hard again” Aunty Jane mumbled. I looked at her as she spoke and saw her lifting up her night dress which exposed a completely bald pussy. With the toe curling blowjob and the sight of my Aunty Jane’s shaven pussy my cock was starting to twitch its self back into hard on mode. Aunty Jane sat back down in the chair and from what I could see, I’m sure she was playing with her pussy.
My cock by now was hard, but nothing like the Iron bar hard it was earlier but never the less it was ready for action. Aunty Jane told Tina to take off her night dress completely. She pulled it up over her breasts and off over her head. The sight was amazing. Even now as a grown man that thought of my cousin Tina, just turned thirteen stood above you completely naked blows my cock off every time. Aunty Jane got back up out of the chair and told Tina she was going to show her how to enjoy a cock inside her pussy. Aunty Jane stood over my cock facing me and lowered herself down towards my cock. She took hold of it with her hand and placed the tip of it onto the entrance of her pussy. I could feel the heat on the end of my cock when she lowered herself and the whole of my cock went inside her. There was no friction or anything, it slid in as a hot knife would cut through butter and the heat of her pussy was now all around my cock.
She started to squat up and down slowly, taking my cock back to her entrance before plunging back down its full length, all the time explaining to Tina what she was doing. Five or six squats later she lifted herself up off me and told Tina it was her turn to feel a cock inside her virgin pussy. Tina looked straight into my eyes and although we never spoke we both knew that an hour ago that statement would have been true. I looked down at my cock and it was soaked with pussy juice from my Aunty Jane. Did she cum all over my cock ? I was proud at the thought I had made her cum. They swapped positions and as Tina lowered herself towards my cock, I felt Aunty Jane’s hand guide my cock to her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto my length taking and inch at a time the rising back up again. Aunty Jane told her to take it bit by bit until she could get it all in. Tina’s pussy was just as hot as her mothers but it was definitely tighter and I could feel more heat as each inch went in. I was almost all the way in when I could feel that I could get no further in, something was stopping me. Aunty Jane told Tina it was time to lose her cherry and explained that the only thing that was stopping her now was her hymen. She told her to push down all the way and then stay there until the pain subsided. Tina pushed down all the way and I could feel my cock push through the barrier and into the other side.
Tina let out a stifled scream then just sat there impaled on my cock. Slowly she started up and then back down again until the pain had been replaced by pleasure. Her speed increased until she was at a rhythm that was comfortable for her. Aunty Jane had kept her hand near my cock the whole time and I could feel that as Tina was riding up and down on my cock, Aunty Jane’s fingers were rubbing Tina’s clit. “Cum for me Tina, let me see my baby cum” were the words coming out of Aunty Jane’s mouth between the deep breaths. I could see Aunty Jane’s other hand and it was between her own legs, pleasuring herself at the same time. At that moment, the ball sack feeling was telling me that I was about to make my own cum and I was getting close to the point of no return. “Aunty Jane, I cumming too” “Cum then baby, let both my babies come together”. I was almost there when Tina let out a moan and then arched her back. Her pussy tightened around my cock and sent me over the edge. Her pussy squeezed round my cock pulsing until every last bit of cum that I had left inside my cock, was squeezed out, then she slumped down exhausted on top of me. Now I know I had truly popped her cherry.
Aunty Jane asked us both if we enjoyed it. We were both to exhausted to answer so we both just nodded our heads. “Well your parents are going home tomorrow morning and your here for the rest of the week” Aunty Jane said with the most wicked of grins on her face. “Lets all go to bed and see what tomorrow brings”
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Me and The minister’s wife breaking commandments
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There I was, 5’9, I was very tall, a brunette and very skinny with my braces just being taken off a couple months ago so now I have a very pleasant smile. I am 17 years old and I have a younger brother who is 13 years old. He is a chubby kid who plays video games all day whereas me; I play baseball soccer and basketball. I am sports kind of girl.
My name is Alexandra. I always got boys attention at school but never did any of them ask me out. I had sports practices everyday afterschool and never got home before 6 on schooldays except for Fridays. My parents only get home at 6 so I never find my, “me time” during the week or on weekends except for on Fridays. Today was Friday and as I ran in my house after a long tiring week as the school day finished I checked my basement to see my little brother playing video games so I quickly ran upstairs to my room and shut the door to get some alone time finally. I started to undress and opened up my laptop to look at pictures of hot guys. I kept my sweater on but took my panties of and threw them beside me as I lie down on the bed with my laptop beside me. I started to see these ads for a dildo that vibrates and as I was intrigued due to me being tired of using my hands I checked it out.
I don’t know what possessed me to do something so crazy but I decided to buy the dildo but I was scared of when it would get to my house as I did not want my brother to see it. Just the taught of a dildo really got me wet as I rubbed myself while sliding my index finger inside my pussy while thinking of the dildo. The shipment said it would take a week so I excitedly waited for next Friday. As the long week went by daily excited going through my regular routine of school and sports, and school and sports finally Friday afternoon was here. I did not know when the mailman would be bringing this item so I tried to rush home as quickly as I could. After getting home around 2PM in the afternoon I waited by the window for 45 minutes and then I saw him walking to my doorstep. I quickly opened the door so he wouldn’t ring the bell and get the attention of my little brother who was just downstairs. After the awkward exchange I quickly ripped apart the box and ran to my room with my yoga pants forming a large wet spot. I quickly closed the door as I removed my sweatpants and my panties as I threw them on the ground. I ripped of my tank top under which I wore no bra and opened up the package as I stood over my bed with water practically running down my leg.
I inserted batteries in and it was ready. It felt a little cold so I decided to wrap the dildo around my mouth and warm and wet it up. After a little while I turned to my pussy and placed the dildo firmly over it and rubbed it up and down my slit. My dildo was the same color as my pussy a bright pink and then I flipped the switch on and it changed me…
“OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY”
I screamed as it vibrated over my clit and as I orgasmed as it touched me I started to squirt. I had never squirted before but was that feeling ever so amazing. I hoped that my little brother didn’t hear anything as I decided to shove the dildo in pussy as I began to have some fun with my back on my bed my feet in the air I took my right and began to slowly push through my pussy as I began to push in and out screaming at the same time. I then decided to place the dildo face up on the bed and I squatted over it as I spit in my right hand and rubbed my spit all over my pussy I dropped down on the dildo and bounced up and down on my bed “YES, YES, YES, YES” I screamed as I squirted over my bed.
I went to the washroom to clean my body and I took the dildo with me in there. After I hid the dildo under my bed and I went on about my day like a normal day. I ran down to make sure there was nothing suspicious with my chubby little brother who still remained there playing video games. I decided to go for a run after to keep my slim body slim.
A couple days past and I was excited to use the dildo so I decided I was going to skip soccer practice on Tuesday and rush home right afterschool and use my new toy. I quietly opened the door as I did not want my little brother knowing I was here. I put my bag down and slowly took step by step upstairs to my room. As I reached under my bed I couldn’t find my dildo. I had no idea what was going on “UNLESS, That fat piece of crap! Ohhh my god what if he tells mom and dad!!” I had no idea what to do, I checked again and again I looked everywhere. He still didn’t know I was in the house so I went back downstairs quietly. Then I opened my door which led to the basement where my little brother’s room was. I slowly crept down the stairs step by step I heard nothing… And as I was walking down I see my brother sitting on the couch completely naked with his but on the couch his feet in the air his hand on his dick and my vibrator rubbing around his butt as there is porn going on our big screen TV. It slightly turns me on as I see him rubbing his asshole with my dildo as he jerks of while his stomach is shaking. I slowly rub my pussy through my cotton sweatpants but then I make a creek in the floorboard as he sees me and screams, “ WAIT ALEX, WAIT WAIT WAIT…” his face turns completely red as he tosses my vibrator on the ground as he jumps to shut the TV off, “Weren’t you supposed to be at practice!!”
I then walk down the stairs as I pick up my dildo and stupidly saying, “Why the hell did you take this from my room!!” as he doesn’t answer I start to get embarrassed to as he now knows I masturbate with it. “I’m sorry Alexandra, I was going to wash it and put it back I didn’t mean for all this to happen” As we are standing in the awkward situation we here our parents have come home early as we hear their footsteps through the floorboards. “SHIT!” my little brother says, “Put some clothes on!!” I scream at my little brother, “I left them upstairs!!” he tells me as he sits with a pillow over his lap covering his penis. I quickly take of my pants and tell him to put them on as I usually roam around the house in my panties anyway but this time I feel really stupid as I am wearing bright blue panties which have now turned dark blue over my pussy as it is soaked. My little brother being the big kid he is squeezes into them and we pretend like we are playing video games as our parents just open the door leading to the basement staircase and peeks in to see us then leave for their room.
“Alex why are you so soaked, like the pants I’m wearing are really wet in a certain region”
“SHUT UP!! Now listen up we are not taking about this ever you got me?”
“Yes, yes but Alex why it so wet here?”
“Shut up Andrew” my little brother is so annoying at the worst times. But my panties are completely soaked and I know my little brother (Andrew) can see it. I tell him to quickly run upstairs and get his clothes and get back here with my pants. As he is upstairs I grab my dildo and put it at the side of panties. Andrew runs down as I stand up showing him my exposed self with wet panties and tell him to toss me my pants. Andrew takes of my yoga pants and I see his penis as it is still hard the vibrator accidentally goes off and we both are caught looking right at my crotch area. Andrews’s penis immediately starts shooting cum onto my thighs.
“I’m SO SO SO Sorry Alex, I’m so SORRY!!!”
I don’t even know how to respond at this moment I quickly take my yoga pants and wipe my leg stupidly once again as now there are cum stains all on the outside of my yoga pants so I can’t risk walking by my parents who are upstairs. Andrews face still bright red and shy with a boner sticking through the pants he’s now wearing I say, “Look Andrew its okay, just don’t worry about it you forget about this and ill forget about the previous incident…” as my parents yell, “ We will be down in a minute we want to see that new movie you kids have been talking about!” So I decide to flip my pants inside out and let the cum rub all over my leg as we are now going to be forced to sit down. But when I look at Andrew I see he is still super uncomfortable.
“Andrew just relax…”
“It’s not that Alex. I still have a boner after what I just saw and mom and dad are about to come and I know this won’t go away, HELP ME please!”
Not knowing what to do and really turned on, also wanting to see his dick again,
“Okay listen up just pull down your pants and just masturbate really quickly and get it over with” So Andrew starts with his belly jiggling his hand moving quickly now looking at my crotch through the side of his eyes he screams,
“IM CUMMING, IM CUMMING WHERE SHOULD I SHOOT IT?????”
I had not thought this through looking around everywhere not finding a tissue box insight and hearing my parents footsteps approaching the door I quickly pull down my yoga pants and grab my little brothers cock and aimed it at my soaking wet panties that are protecting my pussy as he shoots load after load after load hitting my pussy and pubic hair.
“Put it away! NOW!” I yell as I grab my pants and pull them up over my cum soaked panties and legs with a vibrator also hiding there. As my parents start to walk down the stairs I tell him to just be cool for a bit as we sit beside each other and stare at the TV.
My parents came and sat down for 30 minutes then got bored and left. I decided to stay and have a chat with my little brother…..
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I meet someone at Stone Mountain Park and go back to his house.
Tanya suffers from Catholic guilt and Ryan helps her to get over it.
Ch. 5 Honey, Journey of a TG Nympho
Story of a 14 year old, who is presented by the madam to a middle aged man
After successfully acquiring another slave I took a shower and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. It was at that time that it dawned on me that I had to make it so that one slave had authority over the other. The last thing I wanted was for them to decide that they no longer wanted to be slaves. Now I just had to make a decision on which slave I wanted to be the leader. On one hand I really liked treating Liz like shit and humiliating her with Tiffany because Liz had put me through so much pain when we dated, but on the other hand, I couldn’t get Tiffany’s blushing, humiliated, cum covered face out of my head. I finally decided that Liz would be the leader of the two slaves. As much fun as it was to watch Liz be humiliated, I really wanted to mess with Tiffany after she was so mean to Liz the previous night.
After making my decision I knew that for my next act I needed some supplies. That meant another trip to the sex store. What I had in mind for tonight was the best idea that I had yet. I went to wake up Liz and told her what her new role was.
“Liz, you have proven to be a good and obedient slave. Tiffany is my new slave and you will be the head slave. That means that you will be ranked above her. Do you understand?”
“Yes master. Thank you.” Liz replied
“However, anytime she misbehaves that will look bad on you and if she misbehaves too much you will be punished. Understand?”
“Yes master.” She replied, “Am I allowed to punish her?”
“Yes, but only when I tell you to.”
“Yes master.” Said Liz, with a smile on her face. I knew that she wanted to punish Tiffany for what she had done to her the previous night.
“Slave, we are going to the store. I need you to help me buy some items. I need you to get ready and be ready to leave in ten minutes. For every minute you are late you will be punished.” I instructed Liz.
“Yes master.” She said, hurrying to get ready.
The trip to the store went quickly and Liz performed beautifully. I was almost hoping that she would mess up so that I could punish her but Liz was quite the slave. I noticed that she was almost excited to do what I told her to, and I wanted to change that. She seemed to think that since I had made her head slave that her and I were partners in crime who were going to torture Tiffany. She needed to remember that she was still just a slave to me. But that could wait.
When we got back from our day of shopping I was ready to get back to work.
“Slave,” I said to Liz, “Go get Tiffany out of my room and tell her to bathe. When she is done, I want you to tie her to the bed with the ropes that you bought today.”
“Yes master.” Liz said with a smile on her face.
When I went up to my room I saw Tiffany tied with her arms and legs attached to each of the four poles on the corners of my bed, her nipples hard because the room was cold. It was at that moment that I realized the error of my ways. This entire plan had been forged so that I could humiliate Liz, and yet I made her head slave. She had blindfolded Tiffany even though I had not instructed her to do so. I decided then and there that Tiffany would be the head slave. However, I wanted to have a little fun first.
“Liz, leave the room.” I ordered.
“Yes master.” She replied. I could hear the disappointment in her voice.
Once she had left I told Tiffany my plan.
“Ok Slave. I have decided to make you head slave. However, Liz is currently under the impression that she is head slave and that you are the bottom bitch. If you would like to remain head slave, you have to let her believe this for a little longer. Otherwise, I will allow her to be head slave and she will be in control of you. Is that what you want?”
“I want to be head slave master.” Tiffany replied.
“Good. When I leave this room, Liz will come back. She will attempt to humiliate you and she will rape you. You will act as if you are not a slave and want nothing to do with her. In other words, you will act like you are being raped. Understood?”
“Um.. yes master,” she said with an uneasy tone, “but I don’t understand why I have to act that way.”
“Leave the thinking to me and play your role.” I ordered and left the room.
When I left the room I went to the living room where I found Liz kneeling on the floor. She was trying her best to look sexy for me. Dressed in a red and black lase bra with panties to match.
“Slave, I did not tell you to blindfold Tiffany.”
“Oh, I’m sorry master. I thought that is why you bought the blindfold.” She stammered.
“You will pay for thinking on your own. You are a slave.”
“Please master, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I’ll never disobey again.” She begged.
“Alright. If you complete this task that I ask of you I will not punish you at all.” I said.
Her eyes perked up as she waited for me to tell her what she had to do.
“Tiffany is a new slave and she treated you badly last night. You are now her superior and you need to show her that. You are going to go into that room and rape Tiffany. Humiliate her as she humiliated you. If you do a good job with this, you wont be punished. However, if you fail, my punishment will be harsh. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes master. I will make break her.” Liz replied. She was obviously extremely excited to get her revenge.
“Great, get to work.” I ordered.
Liz walked in the room slowly and Tiffany whimpered. The first toy she went for was the whip. Liz swung it down hard and laughed when Tiffany screamed out. The lash had gone right across Tiffany’s tits.
“Guess what bitch? You are going to learn to fear me. You are my slave now and I am going to rape you so hard that you aren’t going to walk right for a week.”
“Please Liz, please don’t do this.” Tiffany pleaded and was smacked across the face.
“You call me mistress you worthless piece of shit!” Liz exclaimed and whipped Tiffany four more times across her breasts.
Liz walked over and grabbed the biggest strap-on that I had told her to buy. She wasted no time putting it on but then did something that I didn’t expect. She untied Tiffany.
“Get on your knees and suck my dick.” Liz ordered.
Tiffany started to take off her blindfold and was instantly punished for it. Liz whipped her again, this time on her back.
“I didn’t tell you to take that off. Crawl around until you find me. If you take too long, you will be punished.” Liz commanded and Tiffany obeyed.
Crawling around franticly, tits touching the floor Tiffany finally found Liz.
“Open your fucking mouth you slut.” She ordered violently.
As soon as Tiffany obeyed Liz rammed the dildo into her mouth. She seemed as if she was trying to get all 12 inches down Tiffany’s throat at once. Violently thrusting the strap on deeper and deeper into Tiffany’s mouth as Tiffany struggled to keep up. Gasping for air Tiffany drooled all over herself and quickly her tits were soaked in her own saliva. After about five minutes of one of the most brutal throat fuckings that I have ever seen Liz pulled out and ordered Tiffany to turn around.
Tiffany obeyed and put her ass in the air, doggystyle, anticipating that Liz was going to fuck her. What she didn’t count on was that Liz was going to take her virginity. Tiffany had never been fucked in the ass before but knew that she had to obey every order that Liz gave her. This made her acting role much easier.
“What are you doing?!” Tiffany exclaimed, “Not my ass. Please mistress, PLEASE! No one has ever fucked me there. I’m begging you. Please don’t.”
“That was a big mistake slave. You are going to be punished for thinking that your opinion matters to me. Turn around and lay down.” Liz ordered.
Still blinded, Tiffany obeyed. She had no idea what was going on but she felt Liz using something to write on her body. She wrote everywhere, her face, her tits, her stomach, and even her pussy. Finally, Liz spoke.
“Stand up and follow me slave,” she ordered, taking Tiffany by the hand and guiding her in front of a mirror and ripping off her blindfold. “This is who you are now. This is what you have become.”
Tiffany looked at herself. Liz had used a permanent marker to write words like Slave across her tits and Fucktoy on her forehead. An arrow was drawn to her mouth that said Cumhole. Her pussy had an arrow drawn to it and was labeled Use me. At this point, Tiffany wanted to cry for real. She almost believed that this was the new her. But she remembered that she was just acting.
Liz pulled over a small chair and told Tiffany that she was going to make her bend over the chair and watch as she had her virginity taken from her. Living up to that promise, Liz bent Tiffany over and rammed all 12 inches of the dildo up Tiffany’s asshole. The only lube was the spit and snot that had come from Tiffany’s violent mouth raping earlier in the evening.
Tiffany broke down in tears from the pain and from the humiliation of being raped. She could no longer tell what was real and what was not. She knew that she was supposed to be acting but she was actually being raped. The pain was unbearable and lasted for well over 20 minutes.
“Take it! Take it you fucking slut! You probably like it you slave piece of trash!” Liz yelled at Tiffany, “Are you crying? You don’t get to have feelings, you are worthless! You are just a fucking slave!”
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to Tiffany, the assault on her asshole stopped. Liz pushed her over and left the room laughing at Tiffany as she cried on the floor. And the only reason I know that this is what happened in that room is because of the 10 video cameras that I had set up around the room taping the whole thing.
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ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE. THIS STORY IS A FANTASY LOOSELY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. ALL NAMES AND PLACES ARE FICTIONAL, AND ANY RELATION TO ANY PERSON, PLACE, OR THING IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT 2014—2019 BY THE AUTHOR AND UNAUTHORIZED COPYING OR OTHER FORMS OF REPRODUCTION ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR.
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Biker Lifestyle? Yes, I’ve lived it.
Train Ride
The alarm sounded to get me out of bed to face another day, not that I needed it I was already awake and getting ready to head off to work after being woken by my daughter Sophia practising her piano. I did not mind, she was a great kid and she had a real talent on the piano. I heard Lina, my wife of 10 years preparing breakfast in the kitchen as I rose and made my way into the shower. Some may have called my life humdrum but I was happy with my routine and more than content with my life. I was an executive in a large toy company with a gorgeous wife and a very smart daughter waiting for me when I got home every night from work.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the sandwich Lina had prepared on my way out of the house.
“Hey” Lina called
“Where’s my kiss?”
I turned and pulled her tiny frame up against me and kissed her hard on the lips, turned and hurried for the door.
“If I get caught by Mrs Sarno it’s your fault” I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Laughing to myself I turned and ran down the stairs only to see Mrs Sarno standing at her gate waiting for me. I cussed under my breath and then greeted her.
“Good morning Mrs Sarno”
“Well hello dear boy” she replied “it looks like the late train for you this morning Bello”
The dear old woman did not realise how much I resented that frequent statement of hers. You see there was the 7:45 train that was an express from my station to the city with only 2 stops on the way that took 15 minutes to get to work. If I missed this train the next was at 8 and stopped all stations taking 45 minutes to get to work, standing up and getting me there just in time to start work with no coffee or time to relax before I started. Sure the 7:45 got me there to early but I didn’t mind catching up with work mates over a coffee after having a comfortable trip into work but on average this happened once or twice a week if lucky and I owed it all to Mrs Sarno. She had made a habit of catching me nearly every morning for two years since we moved in to tell me all manner of stories. I didn’t have the heart to tell her she was making me late and keep moving and so most of my days began in a rush.
After hearing all about her eldest sons visit in the coming fall and all the plans they had made I ran to see if I could still make the 7:45. As I flew down the subway stairs I was just in time to see the 7:45 speeding off into the distance. I couldn’t help but cuss and take a seat to catch my breath for a couple of minutes before taking my place on the front of the platform with the slim chance that front position may get me a seat for my 45 minute trip.
The train arrived and I moved effortlessly into the carriage being pushed by the crowd more or less. As suspected I did not manage to be rewarded with a seat for the trip and so grabbed the overhead rail and tried to come up with a topic to occupy my mind until I arrived in the city. I closed my eyes and thought about the upcoming holidays and the snow trip I had organised for my two beautiful girls. I had to be careful that the trains rocking and swaying did not put me to sleep as I planned the trip in my head.
It was just after the train’s second stop that i became aware of something pressing into the front of my pants. I was used to being squashed in between strangers and also quite accustomed to otherwise awkward situations being the norm on these trips into work as there was a severe lack of space and nothing anyone could do about it. No one seemed to care much as they understood the situation and usually I did too. However this was different. I distinctly felt a fingertip running along the length of my penis on top of my trousers and then tracing it again before squeezing the now slightly firm tip between a finger and thumb.
I looked down but being a tall man of 6’5 could only see the tops of heads. I could not even put my arms down as I had a head nestled firmly under each armpit and was that tightly packed amongst the crowd that I was temporarily powerless do anything about the situation. I began to panic. What should I do? Who was doing this? What were they thinking? I was a happily married man who had always been faithful to my wife and now someone other than her was groping at my genitals. My body began to betray me as the rubbing continued and then to my disbelief I felt my trousers being unzipped and my penis bobbed out of my pants into the cool air. I felt my eyes bug out of my head and my heart began to race. I struggled to move away, to escape but to no avail. Then in one paralysing move I felt the now swollen head of my penis slip into the warmth of my assailant’s mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my head so as to not make a spectacle of myself.
My head raced with thought after thought. Who was doing this? Was it someone I knew? Was it a young person or old? Was it even a female? What if it was not? Was the guy that was looking at me from in front of the door two 5 metres away aware of what was happening? Was the fact that somewhere deep inside I was enjoying this indication that I was gay?
My assailant moved clumsily licking and sucking my rebellious member as it grew to full erection. I hoped and prayed that it was not a male mouth wrapped around my throbbing knob. I hoped it was a lady, a beautiful lady. Perhaps a supermodel that was longing for a sexual encounter that was out of the public eye so to speak. What was I thinking? I was trying to make this betrayal of my marriage vows acceptable. I was enjoying being fellated by a complete stranger, what kind of monster did this make me?
I pressed my eyelids down harder and tried to imagine that it was my wife with her mouth around my cock head. Sure it was, I mean it was our anniversary in 3 weeks and this was her present. Never mind that I had left her less than quarter of an hour ago in our kitchen and she had no way possible of making the train before me to set this up.
A delicate little hand massaged my balls as the mouth now began sliding up and down my length, exploring my genitals. Gently touching and teasing it and then become bolder with every move.
It felt fantastic then horrible then marvellous then perverted. I was experiencing a once in a lifetime encounter that others only dream of but at the same time betraying my wife and family, betraying even myself if I admitted to even an ounce of pleasure from this attack.
It seemed to go on for hours as my assault continued. Panic and guilt gave way more and more to pleasure as my assailant grew bolder and more skilful in their assault on my trembling shaft. I felt a pair of small hands on my buttocks as my abuser increased their intake of my penis and pulled me into their mouth. I bottomed out in their throat but they continued to thrust my cock in and out of their hungry mouth. I could not help but make comparison with my wife’s oral skill and was ashamed to admit that my attacker would be my preferred fellator if ever faced with the ridiculous choice.
My attacker increased the intensity of their assault stroking my shaft vigorously at the same time as sucking ferociously, hungrily on my throbbing cock head. Defenceless my body gave way and my treacherous cock exploded in my assailant’s mouth. Temporarily I thought that this was at least some payback for the disorder they had brought upon my life until I realised it was more reward than punishment as they sucked and swallowed every drop of my seed down their hungry mouth.
Had I let go of the overhead rail I would have collapsed in a heap over the crowd. Just then I faintly acknowledged the name of my station being announced over the speaker. My assailant had returned my disloyal member to its place within my trousers and now I would find out who the perpetrator of this unwanted attack was. As the crowd poured out of the carriage doors I looked down and then left followed by right but my desperate search revealed no clue as to who my attacker had been. There were many suspects but in reality everyone I laid eyes on could have been a suspect.
It could have been the beautiful blonde that no doubt was a model or if not could be if she wished or it could be the young man with the impeccably matched attire that had been lost to his my vision as soon as the ride had started. For all I knew it could have been the old Italian Lady that hurried away from the carriage looking back over her shoulder frequently as she left.
I sat on a chair in the subway trying to come to grips with the events of the last half an hour. I tried hard to convince myself that it was all a bad dream the more I tried the more it seemed like a dream come true.
All day I struggled foolishly to get work done with no avail. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I go to the police? What would I tell them? Would they believe me? Why would they? Had I done something to somebody to encourage this attack? Was it after all a loving yet perverted gift from my wife?
Over the next few weeks I got no answers and my questions became overpowering. I frequently thought that I must have been attacked by an experimenting youth or a lonely housewife and that it was a closed chapter. I wanted to believe that it was my wife but after more and more snooping that option became more and more unlikely. Part of me wanted to know who and why so I could place myself in their path of attack again and feel the soothing warmth of their lips upon my aching cock once more.
I chose not to go to the police and had all convinced myself that it was a one off event when it happened a second time.
I was late like the first time but had managed to get a seat. I sat between two old ladies with both of their husband’s big old asses in my face wishing I had not got a seat and doing my best to breathe. The train ride started and then stopped just as suddenly throwing everyone on the train forward with a jolt. As the train was so packed there was not much of an impact I imagine however I myself was thrown onto my knees on the floor. When I went to return to my chair someone had stolen my seat.
I was livid, I could not move and so would have to remain on my knees for 45 minutes until we arrived in the city and I had banged myself up against someone’s knees in the fall. The train started and I did my best to get m ore comfortable when all of a sudden a hand gripped the back of my head.
“What the……” I murmured as my head was drawn toward the knees that had been the cause of my throbbing headache.
Is my head drew near the knees parted and my face was drawn deeper and deeper in between the parting thighs until my face was hard up against this stranger’s pussy. Once more I struggled to free my hands and brake free but I was trapped by the crowd.
It was question time again. Was this the same attacker? Why would someone wear no underwear on the train? Was this person stalking me? What had I done to them?
My thoughts went back to the first encounter. I had struggled unsuccessfully and had missed some of the thrill this situation had to offer. I began to look at the situation from a different angle. If this was in fact my wife I owed it to her to satisfy her to the best of my ability and if not……….. Well I convinced myself that it was and dove in hungrily.
If this was my wife she had shaved since I had last seen her pussy. I could not see much but my attacker was soft and sweet smelling, she was clean and tasted delicious. She tasted of berries and was very small and tight. I knew it was not my wife now but chose to believe it was. I circled her lips clockwise and then back in the opposite direction with the tip of my tongue. My reward was nectar purer and sweeter than any I had ever known. I drank of it and then went in for more. I could tell that my assailant no matter how young or old was not use to the service I provided as she came easily again when I thrust my tongue in and out of her sopping wet slit. I sucked on her turgid clitoris and flicked it with my tongue bringing about her final orgasm before we reached the city.
As I clambered out from between her legs I caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on her ankle that was a heart with a name on it. I guessed it may be a friend or a relative that had passed away and tried to rise and see her face before she escaped but one of the fat assed Italian men got in my way and again my assailant escaped. But I had narrowed it down to a blonde airline stewardess obviously making her way to work, a nerdy looking college girl in a letterman jacket and a small woman with long silky black hair down to her backside with a hat on. They were all attractive in their own right but what was I doing? I was becoming more comfortable with this mystery mistress. I was becoming less of a victim and more of an adulterer.
At work all my thoughts were dominated by this mystery assailant, at home I grew more distant from my wife and daughter. I arrived late at work after taking an extra train ride hoping to bump into my mystery lover one more time. I was forced to take a couple of weeks off to sort out my affairs which I planned to do without my wife’s knowledge. I caught trains all day and all night and got home later and later. I told my wife work had picked up but the extra hours would not be forever. My deceit was my obsession and my obsession was becoming my downfall. I wasn’t eating but was drinking heavily. I had lost weight and looked like a wreck.
Then it happened as before, I was on the morning train that would normally take me to work. I was standing in the doorway surveying the crowd on board. There were many women that could have been my anonymous lover but none of them looked suspicious. The train moved off and I made sure my hands were above my head as was my practice these days. I did not want them to be pinned at my side. Although I was jammed tightly amongst other passengers I was sure I could not be trapped as before. There were only male passengers around me which frustrated me as I knew it meant nothing would happen today. The train reached the first of many stops and the doors opened. A few more sardines squeezed into the can and the doors closed tightly. This was the biggest crowd for a while and I was finding it hard to breathe. One of the men in front of me turned side on and his ass pressed against me, or so I thought.
Like the first time I felt a hand rubbing my cock through my trousers. My heart felt relief and my cock began to rise. My unknown lover freed my cock from my pants but who could it be? I looked about and realised that again my hands were trapped above my head and my assailant was not visible to me. This is what I told myself, this is what I believed. My cock was now resting on the soft smooth skin of a stranger’s ass. A hand grabbed and guided my cock between their cheeks. A silky smooth pair of pussy lips kissed the tip of my prick and hesitated. The train whistle blew and the train slowed suddenly at the next stop. Unexpectedly my attacker was impaled on my cock and her ass dropped as I felt her legs buckle and her body shudder. She composed herself and our bodies rocked back and forth in time with the movements of the train. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. I filled my assailant with my seed once and then continued. I barely began to shrink before the thought of what was happening and the feeling combined made me rock hard again. My lover came many times and refused to stop pumping.
Then as quickly as it happened the doors flung open at the last stop before the city and she was gone. I quickly zipped up my pants and ran out of the carriage. I was just in time to see a familiar hat and long black hair disappear off the top of the escalator and tried to run but was stopped by the crowd. I went to wipe the sweat from my face but noticed the blood on my hands before quickly exiting into the first bathroom I came across. I cleaned myself up and then sat in a cubicle.
How old was this girl? Why me? This had gone far enough and would only end in disaster it thought. I decided to head home and tell my wife everything and then I would go to the police and report it to. I headed across the platform and caught the first train back home very shaky and scared. I had been a fool but it was over now. I even felt better as I neared my house and walked up the steps.
When I went inside no one was home so I went upstairs to clean up. I put on some washing then showered and went to put on some fresh clothes. As I walked past Sophie’s room I caught sight of something that sent a chill up my spine. I walked in and across the room and from under her bed I saw part of the same familiar hat. I pulled it out and attached to it was a long black silky wig. The tattooed ankle flashed in my mind only this time I could see what was written clearly. It read ‘Daddy’. Om my god what had I done. I sat on the edge of her bed with my head in my hands but did not know she had come in until I smelt her………’berries’.
She walked across the room and pressed my confused and grief stricken face between her beautiful perky naked tits and said
“It’s ok Daddy, I will look after you. Everything will be fine”
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