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Stuffed Belly

(Some years ago, I posted this on another website. I’ve touched it up a bit for its 2nd debut here.)
Stuffed Belly
A Belly Tale
By
Paul Gazer
I found Penny sprawled on her kitchen floor in a ring of dead beer bottles and donut boxes, cradling her straining belly and groaning like a cow overdue to be milked. She was dressed, more or less, in men’s pajamas, but slopped beer had pasted the shirt to her undulant breasts and the elastic waist had slipped down the steep lower slope of her bulging gut, exposing her round, deep navel. The effect would have been stimulating if it weren’t for her obvious distress.
“Penny! What’s wrong?”
She stiffened at my voice. “G…g… gway!” The moaning turned into ragged sobs, and she clutched her stomach tighter. I sat down behind her head with my Legs stretched out straight on either side of her and heaved her shoulders until her head lay in my lap. She groaned, “No, no, no, no,” rolling her head back-and-forth uncomfortably on my crotch.
“Penny, uh, don’t do that – don’t.” I moved my hands forward to restrain her, then couldn’t find any landing areas that weren’t hills of belly or breast, so my palms ended up where the knobs of her hips would show if they weren’t an inch deep in flesh. I held on to her gently as her sobs decayed into shuddery snuffles.
A month before school had ended, my music teacher’d sent me to meet Penny because she was a good cellist who needed an okay pianist like me to work up some Beethoven sonatas. Her address turned out to be an ugly sandstone mansion Built around 1900. She answered the door herself because, it turned out, she lived there nearly alone. Her mother was long gone, and her big-shot father traveled constantly, leaving Penny with an old housekeeper who managed to stand up long enough to throw supper on the table before tottering back to the gin bottle in her room at the far end of the house.
We became friends during summer weeks of afternoon practice in the music room (it was that kind of mansion) talking mainly about the music we both loved. Penny never revealed anything really personal, except through that music. She played energetically, working her strong arms hard as she fingered and bowed and arching her back in the crescendos so that her thrusting stomach crowded the back of the cello. After a musical climax, a moist sheen would coat her upper lip, her breathing would deepen, and her blue eyes would sparkle with pleasure.
But she hadn’t sparkled on the phone today: “About practice? Um, just, uh, don’t come, okay, Eric?”
“Why not, Penny?”
Her voice had a leaden, hopeless sound: “Just….” She hung up.
Her tone of voice bothered me all afternoon until, at the supper table, I invented an evening practice at her house. At 18, I was the baby of four brothers and the only one still at home, so I got away with murder. My Dad tossed me the car keys without a question. Mom automatically said, “Finish your milk first,” reminding me of one reason I couldn’t wait for college in the Fall.
When my ring wasn’t answered, I pushed Penny’s door open and stood listening in the big foyer until I caught the sound of faraway weeping. I followed the sobs down a long hall and into the big white-tiled kitchen, where I found Penny beached on the floor with the bottles and boxes washed up around her.
And that’s how I ended up here with her head pressing into my groin. She’d quieted down a bit, so I ventured, “Can you get up, Penny?”
“Hunh-unh.”
“Why not?”
She peered at me with tipsy concentration. “Three reas’ns. One, I chugged eight bollsabeer an’ I’m not a sperienced drinker. Two: I ate two dozn donuts an I don’ feelvery good.” She thought solemnly, then added, “I am very, very full.”
“What’s the third reason?” No answer. “Penny?”
“If I get up you’ll look at me in my jamas.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
She muttered something like “fannully.”
“What?”
“CAUSE I’M FAT AN UGLY!” Penny’s eyes puddled up and tears spilled over her soft round cheeks.
“You’re not ugly.”
She nodded. “Such a pretty face, they all say. But y’know what the girls at school call me?. Jelly Belly.” She started to sob again. “P… p…preggers!” To distract her, I pushed her shirt tails up to her sternum and started rubbing the hard mass of her stomach beneath its pad of firm fat. “Ohhhhh,” she said, “feels good. My tummy hurts soooo bad.”
I continued kneading and caressing. “Because you stuffed it with donuts.”
“Ummmm. An’ beer.”
“No,” I said thoughtlessly, “the beer’s down here.” Shoving her waistband the rest of the way down, I pushed in the base of her belly smartly.
The effect was dramatic. A terrified look crossed Penny’s face and her voice dropped to a growl. “Don’t do that, oh, God, you shouldna… I gotta go, I mean I really gotta go. I, oh jeez, I don’t think I can hold it!”
“Then you have to get up!” Scrambling to my feet, I somehow heaved her 190 pounds sort of vertical. “Where’s a bathroom?”
“My room.” She staggered forward and almost fell. Without thinking, I draped her left arm over my shoulder, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and started walking with her. I could feel the weight of her big right breast bouncing on the back of my hand. Her pajama waistband was still riding just above her crotch and her big bare belly thrust out above it, wagging with every step. It really did look pregnant (or what I guessed pregnant must look like). I felt torn between guilt at spying on her and excitement at her abundant curves.
The trip up the grand staircase and down the hall seemed endless and Penny kept up a stream of terrified mumbling: “Ohgod, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna pee, jeez-o-jeez, I’m so embarrassed, I’m gonna let go, I’m gonna wet myself, I wanna die…” and so-forth.
She finally lurched toward an open doorway and I helped her across a frilly female bedroom to the bathroom on the opposite side. I walked Penny over to the toilet, turned her around, then unceremoniously yanked her pants down around her ankles. I pushed on her stuffed belly, right at the navel, and she abruptly plumped down on the toilet. I guessed I might as well finish the job: kneeling, I lifted one foot at a time and removed her pajama bottoms. It had been close: the pants were damp in the middle.
Penny looked down at me, her eyes widening as the situation penetrated the beer fog. “You pulled my jamas off.” She reached a hand to hide her crotch, realized that her big pot belly was on the job, then nervously rubbed the donuts in the extra bulge of stomach below her breastbone.
I faked an air of neutral efficiency: “You smell of beer and your shirt’s all wet.” Undoing the front buttons, I peeled her out of it while she protested feebly. I soaked a washcloth in warm water from the sink and started mopping her chest. Though remarkably large, her breasts weren’t flabby flesh bags, but gourd-shaped rockets that perched alertly on the shelf of her belly, pointing up and out as if ready for launch. As the rough cloth scraped a nipple, it rose erect, mirroring the action in my pants. I gathered the courage to cup her right breast and lift it, my hand trembling at its weight and taut warmth. Penny looked back and forth from my face to her nipple with a sort of stunned expression.
Breathing hard, I set the washcloth aside and said briskly, “Right: all clean.” Penny nodded automatically, her eyes still wide as blue poker chips. “Right, um, okay, Penny, weren’t you going to, um, you know, go?”
“Can’t.”
“But you almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Now I’m too embarrassed. You’ll… hear it and all. Go way.”
“Be sensible; if I let go, you’ll fall off the can. Here, straighten up!” At my tone of command, she did so, lifting her belly enough for me to slip a hand under it. I pressed upward on the tight flesh, massaging the hard balloon of her straining bladder. “Come on, baby, pee for me; that’s a good girl. Make a nice big pee.” I stroked and pushed on her warm, taut belly.
Penny looked at me with a sort of horror as I went on rubbing her gut, then a faraway look crossed her face, like a baby about to let go in its diaper, and she suddenly gushed and splashed into the toilet, on and on and on, while a red blush crawled up her plump cheeks all the way to her hairline. “Uhhhhhh,” she groaned, “good; oh, good.”
“Feel better?” Penny nodded. I wound toilet paper around my hand. “Up again!” She lifted her gut obediently and I reached between her thighs and patted her plump mossy mound. Without thinking, I pressed the paper between its vertical lips. After a couple of blind wipes, my fingers encountered some sort of inner bump. Penny sucked in a breath so deep and sudden that I stopped wiping her.
And there we froze, staring at each other, she propped up on the toilet, pink and naked, me kneeling with my hand between her legs and my finger pushing a button whose existence I hadn’t yet even heard of.
Whatever the situation may seem like today, it was inconceivable way back then, with Ike in the White House and Beaver Cleaver on the black and white tube. We crew-cutted, chino trousered, poodle-skirted high school graduates might brag about “getting to first base,” meaning touching a clothed breast, but anything racier wasn’t expected, and boasts about actual sex were dismissed as fiction. As for what was happening here in this very feminine bathroom, well, it was simply unthinkable. Penny looked down at my hand disappearing between her plump thighs with an amazed and frightened look as if she’d suddenly found herself flying a fighter plane.
As casually as I could, I pulled my fingers out and stood up. “Okay,” a pause to force the squeak out of my voice, then, “time to get you tucked in.” I held out my hands, “Grab hold.” She obeyed and I hauled her upright. Penny swayed and I was afraid her knees would buckle. “Can you walk?”
“Not without ‘ssistance,” she replied with droll dignity, and raised her right arm for support. Happy to oblige, I cupped her right breast to use as a handle and wrapped my other arm around her soft waist with my hand palming the convex lower slope of her bare, thrusting belly. I walked her this way into the bedroom, hoping she wouldn’t notice the painful boner prodding her bottom. At her bedside I flipped the covers back, turned her to face me, lowered her onto the bed, and lifted her feet up onto the sheet.
Penny lay back, grunted soft as a happy piglet, and then looked up at me like a little girl at bedtime. She said in a very small voice, “Don’t leave me alone,” and moved sideways to clear space on the bed. I smiled and sat beside her.
Not knowing quite what to do next, I started rubbing her big belly again. “Yeah, good, ohhhhhh, good!” she breathed. I massaged her slowly, moving my hand in widening circles until I was caressing the warm flesh from her sternum to below her navel. Like her breasts, her belly was too big and dense to collapse when she lay on her back. Starting at the hollow of her breastbone, it rose six inches in a shallow arc, continued south past the sexy well of her navel, then swooped down to meet the top of her pubic mound. My hand worked its way down to massage the tense flesh of this lower bulge and Penny buzzed like a purring cat, arching her back so her belly thrust even higher.
As my fingertips probed this swelling dome, I was amazed by its construction. Her belly had as many layers as an expensive mattress: taut skin on the surface, a pad of fat beneath it, then a tight, resilient sheath of muscle. That couldn’t account for the exuberant thrust of her paunch, which resembled a classic beer gut; so she must have had more fat in her body cavity, along with the usual organs. I pictured the mysterious tangle of small intestine in its three-sided frame of colon, all of it squirting and gurgling as it battled with two dozen donuts. Leaning down, I pressed my ear against her belly button. Sure enough, I heard a rumbling chuckle of liquids and gasses burbling away in the soft factory that distended her swollen belly. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. My head rode up and down with her every breath, and the sweet smell and feel of her big round gut was intoxicating.
“Eric!” I sat up guiltily to find Penny watching me with a horrified expression. “This is the worst thing ever happened to me.”
“Hey, you just had a few too many beers; it’s not that awful.”
“No, no; I mean you saw everything. The whole fat ugly mess.” Penny waved a hand vaguely at her exposed body.
“I meant what I said: you’re beautiful.”
Her look said, don’t patronize me.
I went on, “Such a pretty face indeed, and your body’s indescribable.”
“I’ll say!”
“I mean it!” I placed a hand outside each breast and pushed them together. “Your, uh… these are amazing.”
“Grotesquely big, and my tummy’s disgustingly fat.” She sounded like she was sobering a little.
“Not disgusting, but yes, it’s fat.” When she looked hurt I continued firmly, “Let’s get this straight right now.” I fondled the warm abdominal dome. “This isn’t a tummy or a stomach or a middle.” I started caressing it with both hands. “It’s a belly: a BIG belly. A round, smooth, warm, soft/hard, elegant belly that’s so sexy I can’t stand it.”
“You think I’ll believe this awful GROWTH is sexy?”
I swallowed hard at what I was about to say. “Penny, do you believe a thermometer when it takes your temperature?” A puzzled nod. “Okay, read the thermometer!” Grasping her hand, I pressed it on my groin where she could feel the rod of my cock, as rigid by now as a galvanized pipe.
Her eyes shot wide open. “Is that your, um…?”
I nodded. “Know what makes it hard like that?”
“Of course! Well, I mean, I’ve read and all.”
“You make it hard, Penny, you and your red mouth and your big pink nipples and your navel that I want to lick. Most of all, your big, wonderful, sexy belly makes it hard, so hard it hurts!”
She was absently probing my groin with her fingers. “You really mean this, don’t you?”
“I can’t fake it, Penny; the thermometer can’t lie.”
“Could I…” she was whispering, “…see it?”
I never imagined, I mean, not like this… but then I thought to myself, I’m looking at her naked and she didn’t even have a choice. Fair is fair. Standing nervously, I lowered my pants and shorts and let my shaft arch out like a fat flagpole.
Penny’s eyes got even bigger, if possible. “Will that thing really fit… uh, you know?”
The boys’ shower in the gym had reassured me that I was quite a respectable size; but Penny’d probably never seen a pecker in working mode, if at all. “So they tell me.”
She wrapped her fingers around my penis and kneaded it as if stripping a cow of milk. It had almost the same effect on me. “Easy, Penny! Whoa!”
“Why is the top turning purple?” she breathed.
“It’s all your fault – you and your plump, sexy body.”
For the first time, Penny smiled. Keeping one hand on my cock, she pushed the other between her luscious thighs. The smile grew and grew until a delighted grin spread all over her face, as if she’d just discovered something amazing and wonderful. “My sexy body,” she murmured. “My sexy boobies, my sexy tummy.”
“Belly – your big, sexy belly, and proud of it!”
“Oh, yes!” She thought about this and then a shy expression replaced the grin. “If you want to…” she spread her legs on the bed, “…it would be okay; I mean I’d let you.” The adrenalin burst made my head sing and my eyes see little fireworks. I had to focus hard to keep from coming in her hand. This was unreachable heaven – a solitary guy’s wet dream.
And then reality cut in. “Let go, sweet Penny,” I said, and when she did, I pulled my pants up and sat down again.
She had the betrayed expression of someone who’d discovered a lie that she wanted desperately to believe. “Don’t you want to, after all?”
“I want to so much I’m about to ruin my underwear. I want to so much I’m shaking all over and sweat is running out of my armpits. But I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still more than a little drunk. Because you feel so bad you don’t care what anyone does to you. Because we don’t have any protection.”
“From what?”
“Jeez, Penny, like a rubber. You want to have a baby?”
She nodded slowly as the idea penetrated, then shook her head.
“Tomorrow I’ll come back and we’ll have a real date, and maybe make out, and if you like me and if I’m lucky, you’ll let me cop a feel.”
“What?”
“And if you eat a bit too much, I might rub your belly. Then we’ll see what happens. Date?”
Penny’s smile was very sweet. “Okay.”
“Now sleep, and I’ll take something to remember.” Very slowly, I kissed her mouth, then lifted her breasts and kissed and sucked each eager nipple, then kissed her belly button, snaking my tongue into it so she giggled. A last caress of her warm, full gut, then I pulled the covers over her. “As you sleep, remember how beautiful you are; remember what you did to my thermometer. Sleep, sexy Penny.”
I was at the bedroom door when her light voice floated after me, “Eric?”
“Mmm?”
“Eight o’clock tomorrow?”
“Fine. Sleep.”
“Eric?”
“Yeah?”
“About rubbing my tum… my belly?”
“Mm-hm?”
“I have a dress that buttons down the front.”
“My pants work that way too. Sweet dreams.”
I got home to discover that I’d been at Penny’s no more than an hour. When I gave my dad the car keys he looked up from grading essays. “Was your rehearsal successful?”
Rehearsal? I’d forgotten my invented excuse to go to Penny’s. Suddenly, the word struck me as both wonderful and funny. “It was a thorough rehearsal, Dad; we practiced almost everything.”
Absently, “Good, Son. You two have a performance coming up?”
“Dad, I devoutly hope so.”
He looked puzzled, then shrugged and went back to work.
* * *
Promptly at eight the next night I was again knocking on the big pompous door of Penny’s house and wondering how a now-sober young woman would feel about a guy who’d sucked the nipples on her oversized breasts and caressed her beer-swollen belly while she lay there groaning helplessly. We hadn’t Gone All the Way, as folks so coyly put it then, because gentlemen in those ancient ‘fifties didn’t take advantage of ladies who were drunk and emotionally distraught. As the door finally swung open, I could only hope Penny would remember this and at least readmit me to her house.
She greeted me with a mumbled “Hi, Eric” and a nervous smile, refusing to look directly at me. Tonight, her curly auburn hair was brushed and her lovely face looked more or less recovered from last night’s stuffing. She wore a house dress stretched tight around her thrusting breasts and belly. There was a sheen of oil on her lips and she rubbed her fingers absently on the fabric covering her hips, leaving a stain. “Um, well, c’mon in. I’m in the rec room.”
It was a converted basement with wet bar, pool table, huge couch, soft lights, and the usual 17-inch black and white TV soundlessly showing a western rerun. The coffee table was littered with end-crusts of what we then called pizza pie. Penny plumped onto the couch and gestured for me to join her. “Hungry?” I shook my head. “Well…” A wan smile. “Here I am, pigging as usual, though I’m so full by now, I’ve got a tummy ache.” Leaning back, she rubbed her swollen stomach, just below the overhang of her outsized breasts
“So,” she resumed a bit too casually, “last night you saw everything, didn’t you?” I nodded cautiously. “Now you know why the girls named me Preggers.”
I couldn’t think of an answer. We stared stupidly at the soundless TV.
An uncomfortable pause, then, “Millie van Daan calls me ‘Guts!’ She’s the worst.”
“Um, sounds like it.” Looking at her legs propped up on the coffee table, I noticed how shapely they were, like a pinup girl’s except a size bigger.
Finally, Penny couldn’t stand the silence. “Big fat slob, huh? Say something. Tell me what you think.”
Instead of answering, I moved closer and started gently massaging her stomach. Penny stared at me a moment, then relaxed and let me do it. Feeling the firm/soft layers of her gut was exciting, but a button got in the way. I undid it and slipped my hand onto smooth, warm flesh. When Penny didn’t react, I kneaded her packed stomach for a while, then undid buttons above and below so I could caress her all the way across her pizza bulge. Penny grunted softly and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes of this, she said, “I could probably stuff in those last slices, but I’m too comfortable to move.” Taking the hint, I picked up a pizza wedge and touched her lips with its point. Penny opened her eyes and mouth. As I slowly fed her the pizza, her eyes brightened oddly. By the end of the second slice, she was breathing heavily, and when she’d finished the final slice she was shifting her hips uneasily on the couch and arching her back so that her distended belly strained the other buttons on her dress. “Oooh, that’s good,” she cooed, and a tiny line of olive oil dribbled down her chin.
I leaned slowly forward and licked the oil off; then before she could react I covered her rich mouth. Her kiss was clumsy at first, but as I tongued her lips, they parted and let me enter. After a long, moist engagement, we separated.
“Does that answer your question?”
Penny could only blink because she was breathing as if she’d just entered a footrace and won. Watching her heaving belly, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I undid the rest of her buttons and pulled the dress aside. There it was: a ripe, rising dome, veiled in white panties from the deep navel down, but arcing pink and shiny up to the base of a white bra as big and hard as a fortress. This erotic bag of fat and organs swelled with each breath like the throat pouch on a frog. When I resumed caressing her taut belly skin, Penny sighed and closed her eyes again.
As we lounged there in the low lighting, I rubbed her flesh in ever larger circles until my finger tips ventured inside the waistband of her panties. Penny stiffened momentarily, then relaxed; so I let the orbit of my exploration grow and grow until I could feel the bottom of her bra above and the first curls of pubic hair below. Continuing to massage Penny’s tense belly, I pushed her panty waistband down until it rode along the base of her gut. As I caressed her warm flesh, I leaned in for another kiss and this time her mouth instantly welcomed my tongue. After another long, wet communion, I settled beside her and went on stroking her swollen stomach, soft navel pit, and full lower gut. It was heaven.
Who knows how many minutes later she murmured, “Eric?”
“Mm?”
“‘Cha thinking?”
A long pause while I got my courage up and then, “If you really want to know, I’m disappointed.” Her belly stiffened suddenly. “I mean, here I am, actually touching your boobs, at least a little, but your bra’s so hard it’s like scraping concrete.”
The convex slope under my hand relaxed again, then shook with a silent chuckle. “I’ll have to stand up,” she said, and did. She reached her arms around her back inside her now-unbuttoned dress and struggled with her snaps. The move thrust her belly forward until she looked more pregnant than ever. When her bra cups loosened slightly, Penny grasped the tip of each one and slowly, hesitently upward so that her breasts finally tumbled out onto the upper slope of her gut.
Those breasts were indescribable imagine cantaloupe teased up in front into cones and faired in back into lush organic gourd shapes where they joined her chest. Imagine red/brown aureoles with nipples like swelling mushroom caps. Imagine shiny skin stuffed tight with flesh that swayed with every movement. Imagine sculpted bags so big that they should have flattened on her belly, but so ripe and gorged with substance that they pointed up and out as if straining to leap off her chest. I sat there and gaped like an idiot.
“Big and sloppy, huh? Elsie the cow, that’s me,” said Penny sadly. As if to prove it, she leaned over so that Elsie’s udders swung before me like a pair of great, lazy bells.
I stared at these vast elastic globes, hypnotized, swallowing repeatedly, then slowly captured one heavy breast in each palm. “My God, Penny. Your breasts are the most arousing sight I’ve ever….”
Penny dropped to squat in front of me, staring up into my face. She studied me intently for a long moment. “Tell me everything,” she whispered, tell me what you’re feeling.
I looked at the heavy breasts now overflowing my hands; I looked at the provocative thrust of the belly globe nesting between ripe thighs; I looked at shimmering hair and curving lips and wide blue eyes. And when I got my voice under control I said, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or want to see. Your breasts make my hands shake and my ears ring like I took ten aspirin. Your belly drives me crazy. I want to caress it, tickle it, knead it like warm dough. I want to pour honey in your navel and lick it out again. I want to rest my head on your swelling stomach and listen to your sexy guts bubble and purr. I want to push on what’s down below it until you open up and let me inside. I want you, Penny, so badly that I can’t express it.”
Penny grinned. “And you haven’t even mentioned my backside.” Then a strange thing happened: the grin dimmed to a smile and held there while tears welled up in her blue eyes, coursed down her plump cheeks, and splashed the bulging contours of her breasts.
“Penny, I didn’t mean…”
She shook her head, still smiling and flowing like a faucet. “‘S’all right, ‘s’all right.” I helped her up beside me on the deep couch; and held her for five solid minutes while she wept and smiled and wept some more.
I was helpless to deal with this, except to rock her gently and pat her shoulder like a dummy. “Was it something I said?”
“Was it ever!” Penny’s smiling and weeping ramped up to laughing and bawling until I was scared she’d choke or something. I was afraid she’d really come unglued. Eventually, however, she snuffled, wiped her eyes on a paper napkin, and honked loudly into several more. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “So.” She pressed her upper arms inward against her breasts, pushing them upward. “You don’t think they’re totally awful.”
By way of answer, I surrounded a nipple with my lips and sucked it upright. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“And you don’t think this giant gut’s disgusting.” Taking a deep breath and holding, she arched her back so that her belly rose to almost double height.
When she deflated for another breath, I swung around and lay with my head in her lap, ear and cheek pressed against her convex wall of soft/hard flesh. “My thermometer can’t lie,” I said, indicating the crotch of my pants.
Penny hesitated, then placed a palm lightly on my groin. “Feels close to freezing.”
“Wait.” As I lay there, my neck soaked up the warm softness of her thighs. My eyes caressed the looming bottoms of her great breasts floating above me like twin moons, my cheek marked the tension beneath her warm belly skin and moved with the rhythmic pressure of her breathing. My ear eavesdropped on an argument between guts and pizza, a struggle marked by gurgles, squirty hisses, and long insistent rumbles like distant summer thunder. The stuff surging through her snaking bowels was so intense that I could swear I felt small pushes on her taut belly surface, like a baby kicking. Those deep-gut quarrels were too erotic to resist.
“Hmmm. Up to 98.6.” She bent forward to look at me over her mighty breasts, shoving them down far enough to press my nose. “Whoa! Now you’ve really got a fever!” Struggling one-handed with unfamiliar buttons, (jeans had buttons then) she opened my fly and snaked her fingers down my own much flatter belly to my pulsing cock. “I want to see it,” she whispered and tried to push my jockey waistband down under my balls.
“Ow! Use the leg opening.”
“Sorry; what about this funny overlap in the middle?” She fingered it and giggled.
“Doesn’t work as well. Hoo-ee!”
“Okay okay.” Obediently, she pulled my briefs aside and guided my cock free. “Ooh!” she said. “You’re really sure it’ll fit?”
“It’s what I hear.”
“Is that a drop of pee?”
“No there’s valves inside that switch over.”
“Yeah, I read about that.”
“It’s well, guys call it jisum, and if you don’t let go pretty soon you’ll see an awful lot more of it.” An extra-loud colonic fanfare made my cock jerk dangerously.
“Mellie, she’s my only friend the other girl no one will talk to.” (Where did Mellie come from? I thought, fighting for control.) “Mellie said it tastes salty and I said how do you know? and she said it’s fun to suck on boys and lick it.” She rubbed my shaft gently with one fingertip. “It sounded dirty when she said it, but now….” Her voice trailed off into a speculative smile.
Now what? At 18, we were still virgins in those days, and even my big brothers’ stories of their conquests were long on brag but short on practicalities. Finally, I said in a half-strangled voice, “Penny, are you as uncomfortable as I am?”
“Tell you the truth, I’m kinda scared.”
“Me too, I guess, but I meant clothes. C’mon: let’s get up.” Untangling gracelessly, we clambered off the couch. “Are you scared of, you, know, doing it?”
Penny shook her head. “I’m not drunk and feeling bad, as you so gently put it last night.”
“Yeah, but you’re still fertile.”
Another head shake. “I just finished, um, you know, monthlies, yesterday.” Penny looked at me directly, as if resolved to tell an uncomfortable truth. “I’m really scared you’ll wake up and see how ugly… see me as I am.”
I returned her steady gaze. “Let’s test it out.” I helped her out of the open dress and lifted the mighty bra off her arms. “My turn.” I stripped my golf shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my pants suavely enough, but ruined it by nearly falling as I tried to get the pants off my ankles. Penny suppressed a giggle. Looking her in the eye, I shoved my briefs down past my erection and stepped out of them.
“Oh God.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still dripping.” Sinking quite gracefully to her knees, Penny whispered, “I want to see what Mellie meant.” And so she did.
And while she kissed my cock tip and licked around it, and pulled it, inch, by inch, between her curving lips, I looked down at the symphony of curves below me: the double arc of her big pink bottom, the twin torpedoes of her wagging breasts, the shallow parentheses of her sides above all, the swollen globe of her thrusting belly. Talk about the music of the spheres! As she moved her head back and forth to milk my shaft, her whole body followed and her stomach skin whitened as it pulled tight over her luscious paunch. Watching her gut strain rhythmically, I wondered if her navel would pop out; and as this erotic vision flashed by, her intestines erupted in a virtuoso solo a long, cascading arpeggio of burbling chuckles.
“Oh, God, Penny!” I pulled out of her mouth so suddenly that her lips popped audibly.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, but I almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Let’s go, then.” Rising, Penny lay down on the wide couch, spread her big shapely legs, and held out her plump arms.
It would be nice to report that our first lovemaking was a glorious communion, but we were virgins, as I said, and we frankly made a mediocre job of it. We fumbled and panted and giggled and slipped; but when we were finally through, Penny’s eyes shone.
“Did you, uh, make it?”
She grinned but shook her head. “Not quite; we’ll have to practice more.”
“Like our music.”
“VERY MUCH like our music,” she said emphatically.
We knelt facing each other on the couch, and I held her great hanging breasts in both hands. “God, you’re beautiful!” I was almost moaning.
Penny looked me in the eyes and started speaking softly. “I knew you must be out there someplace since I was twelve and realized I wasn’t just a temporary fat girl. I invented you when they sent me to the stout lady clothing section. I imagined you when they made me do push ups and play field hockey and the coach yelled at me and the skinny girls giggled in my face. I visualized you when the boys looked at each other and grinned and I sat by myself at dancing class in a dress like a friggin’ rain barrel. I didn’t know who you were or when you might show up, but I had faith someday you’d come.”
“Not much of a prince.”
“But close enough; I’ll take you!”
Rather than mumble some ‘aw shucks’ answer, I moved my arms up and held her silently.
* * *
On another night six decades later, Penny would sadly leave me behind; but between those life-changing evenings 60 years apart, I made her smile ten thousand times, I rolled with her in fragrant sheets, I swelled her belly triply great with babies, I played Bach and Schumann with her in soft summer twilights, and I paraded her through the world on my arm with public pride in my big round woman and grateful joy that I had found her.
I have written this short memoir for you in particular, because you belong to the happy few who know what shouldn’t be a secret: that the great-breasted, full-bellied women are the oldest tribe, that the fat ladies sing the lustiest songs, that the most abundant females are the sweetest in the hay, and that they have the biggest, truest hearts of all.

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the great war 3033 part 2

When Jack had just finished on the shooting range when “Jack how are you able to fire that weapon every one that has fired that weapons has been ether burned from the inside out or they were just killed out right.” Jack now noticed that he had been Found out and just said” I picked up the weapons and just started to fire. why is their something wrong.” jack asked. John was now on the phone to the president say that they had found one of the two Umbra and that he does not know what he is. “OK thanks for the work ask him is he wanted to be trained and if he does send him to the training yard or if he tries something shoot him.” John was surprised by the president request.
Lucie was was now panicking trying to find a way out when the fat drunken man from early came thought the door. “I see that your lying, now tell me what you are, or we have a problem on our hands” as the fat guy pulls out a gun and aims it at her. Lucie now fearing for her life started to feel a tingle in the pit of her stomach and it started to grow more and more until she could not contain it, when she let it out in a big burst of energy that killed every thing in the room. As the energy start to go she looked around the room she saw that every one was either burnt to a crisp or was just a pile of ash on the floor.
Jack was Just asked if he wanted to be train to be a guard for the U.I.S. Sek (united inter systems Sek) when Jack doubled over on the floor in pain it was as if something had just tried to pull energy from him as if it was trying to pull the built up energy from the gun as will as his life force. As the feeling started to fade jack felt weak and sick to his stomach as well as the felling of being empty.
when Lucie saw what happened she was over come with fear of what she had done and that she had to get far away from where she was. As Lucie starts to get up she hears something in the distant like an explosion that was getting louder and louder, when she looks the were the fat guy was standing all she see was a burnt out button that looked like it would be a dead man switch. Just as Lucie looks up she sees a bright light then a loud noise as she has to cover her ears because of her heightened senses. just as the explosion get to her she feels her skin turn in to something soft yet hard if such a thing was possible as massive surge of heat go thought her body making her feel warm yet slightly sad at this and what made it worse was that she didn’t know why she felt sad
Jack was just starting to get back up when, again drops to the floor but this time he can feel his body heat up and start to burn from the inside out as if something was trying to kill him with an a microwave. As Jack thought he was going to die the burning started to fade then all together stop as suddenly as it started, Jack starts gets back up just as John arrives with the medics to find him unscaved much to John amazement. when they get to a door Jack turn to John and ask “why did you chose me to guard you ship i’m just …” Jack ask before cut off by John “but you not human you can fire a weapon that others die from.” Jack looked started that they had fired the weapon with out changing the base firing mechanism as that is what make the weapon deadly to humans.
Lucie had just felt the heat from the base exploding when she again feels her skin turn back to normal if you can class her skin normal that is, Lucie looks around to find nothing but ruble and ash as well as snow in the distance. “where am I and what am I going to do now” she ask her self feeling even more lost than when she was brought to the lab. Just as Lucie was about to cry she remembered that her pod should be somewhere near her, Lucie started to look around when she saw a faint glint in the distance. Her thinking it was her pod starts to run to it but as she gets closer she realities even thought that it is her pod was broken beyond any sort of use at all, all she could do was salvage the life support to keep warm as she was now in the south pole and it would take her mouths for anyone to find her or find out about the lab blowing up.
6 mouths later
Jack was now the guard for the U.I.S. Sek and was also the best that any one had seen he beating all of his hand-to-hand training instructors even the advanced one which would of taken a normal person 5 years to learn, but the Umbra learned things 10 times faster than humans do and they also have photo graphic memory, this also help them become the most advanced life form during their time. Jack was also a crack shot and could shot a pin head of of a horse arse of corse they never tried that but the simulation they ran should he could do it if he wanted to which he never did.
Lucie was still in the south pole but she could hear the sound of rotary engines in the distances so she knew she would be picked up soon. She had been cannibalizing her pod to make shelter as will as the scrape metal to make in to a spear for fishing and hunting, as will as snow she could melt for water with the heater from the pod.
All she knew now was that she would be picked up soon but by the wrong people.

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Mind Control Part 1

Jason, Percy and Christopher Sims were walking home from school one day. Jason had shaggy golden blonde hair with electric blue eyes and was 5’11”. Percy had shaggy jet black hair with emerald green eyes and was also 5’11”. Christopher had shaggy brown hair with eyes that changed from electric blue to emerald green often and was 5’10”. Jason, Percy and Christopher were 14 and triplets. Jason was the oldest and born on March 12 at 3:00pm, Percy was born at 3:15pm and lastly, Christopher came awhile later that day at 4:50pm.
They see a white van parked across the street with 2 men in it but pay no mind as they were talking about football and why they thought the New England Patriots should win the Super Bowl. Suddenly the white van pulls over next to them when the driver rolls down the window. He had short black hair and a gentle face except for a scar on his left cheek with dark glasses covering his eyes. “Hey boys. Do you happened to know where 1487 Sunshine Avenue is?”
Jason and Percy stepped toward the vehicle to show the man where it was on the map while Christopher held back. His instincts told him to run but he didn’t want to leave his brothers behind. A split second later, the van door swung open and 6 men poured out of the vehicle.
Though the boys were strong the men were stronger with 2 men per boy. They were knocked out and brought into the van. The second the door closed the driver slammed on the gas pedal. In just 2 seconds, they were going 100mph speeding down the interstate.
When Jason woke up he found that he was in a dimly lit room with no windows. He was alone in the room except for his brother Percy and a man in a white lab coat. “Where’s Chris?!” Jason thought desperately as he felt a surge of protectiveness for his little brother.
Percy looked at Jason with desperate eyes as he realized that him and his brothers had been kidnapped. “What’s the guy in the lab coat going to do to us???” he thought fearfully.
The man turned toward them and pulled out a surprisingly large object out of his pocket that looked kind of like a gun but more high tech. “Jason, Percy this won’t hurt a bit.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” they screamed as he pulled the trigger. They fell into a trancelike state, they’re eyes wide and blank.
“You will obey my every command and will call me John” said the man in the lab coat.
“We will obey.” Jason and Percy stated in unison.
“When I snap my fingers you will be normal again but will still obey my commands.”
“Yes we will do as you say John.”
Snap!
Just filling up space so I can make part 2 conclude the suspense
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Diary

Becoming a Drug Lord

Js & Eva were married since they were 24 year old. Their life were normal like any other couple but 3 years after their marriage, recession hits and everything change. With the help of his lovely wife who were more than willing to be his drug lab experiment,
Js decided to put his PhD to good use….

Fiction

Motel Week Ending 2

Although this story can be read on it’s own, it is recommended you read the story ‘Motel Week’. The last story left off with a few possibilities for a conclusion. Here is the second of two possible endings. Neither ending would be considered the ‘True Ending’ just read them both and pick which one you like better. Both however; would be considered happy endings.

Fiction

Daddy’s Special Massage – Part 2

After the girls left this morning I had alternating bouts of intense guilt followed by intense pleasure reliving the memories of this morning, intense enough to give me a steady hard-on, which just started me on another cycle of guilt. After three weeks of fucking my daughter you would think I had resolved the guilt issue. I think I had gotten this far without thinking much about it because “our” sex had been all one sided. It had been more like masturbating. I rationalized that I had barely been entering her and she had been asleep so it wasn’t like I was really having sex with her. Or at least I had thought she was asleep. I kept thinking back to her words, “Daddy, are you fucking me again”? When had it started being “again”? Why hadn’t she said anything?
The sex this morning with Ashley had been fantastic. I did not know a girl her age could have an orgasm much less two. And what about Stacy? Was she suggesting what I think when she asked for a massage tonight? What am I going to do? She is almost a mirror image of her sister; tight body, perky breasts, great legs. It is not like it would be a hardship to have her lying naked on top of me. But if I did, what would Ashley think? Would she get jealous? Should I just stop this now? Could I stop this now? Should I have a talk with Ashley and let her know this is wrong and we cannot do it again? But it felt so good. I get hard every time I think about it and I’m thinking about it.
I kept drifting back and forth from the computer, trying to get some work done, to just staring at the TV. Right now I could not even tell you what was on TV. I can’t keep my mind focused on anything but Ashley’s nude body wiggling around on me and how great it felt to be finally buried deep inside of her. Are Ashley and Stacy talking about this? I should have cautioned Ashley to keep this between her and me before she left this morning.
It had started to get dark outside when my thoughts were finally interrupted with the girl’s noisy return. “Daddy, we’re home”. The quiet of the house was quickly replaced with the sound of the girls moving around, talking and laughing. As they passed my office door Ashley stuck her head in and said “Stacy and I decided you are taking us out to dinner after we take our showers. It was a really hard practice and we deserve it”. With a parting smile she headed down the hall to her bedroom.
I turned off the TV, saved the program I had opened this morning, though there were no significant changes, as I had not accomplished anything noteworthy all day and headed off to my bedroom to change for dinner.
At the restaurant I kept sneaking looks at the girls but everything seemed normal. There were no special glances between them or at me and the talk between us was all about their practices during the day, school in general and Ashley’s birthday coming up. After dinner we returned home and I made some popcorn and we sat watched a movie together.
After the movie was over we all finally drifted off to our bedrooms. I lay there for almost an hour wondering if Stacy was going to come in for her massage and what I would do if she did. I was a bit relieved and even more disappointed when she had not shown and was turning over to go to sleep when a faint knock came at the door.
I raised my head to look over my feet and saw Stacy standing in the doorway, “Yes”?
Stacy stepped into the room. “Daddy, it’s me. I’m ready for my massage”. Without waiting for me to say anything she walked up to the side of the bed and began pulling her t-shirt up over her head. She dropped the t-shirt on the floor and then stood by the side of the bed with one hand kind of covering one breast and the other nervously hanging in front of her, partially blocking the view of her pubic hair.
I was at a loss for words and just stared at her naked body trying to think of something to say, what to do. I was caught at that momentous crossroad; take the high road or the low.
Stacy was still waiting for an answer. “Daddy, it’s cold out here. Can I get in bed so you can give me a massage”?
My road was chosen. Without a word I reached over and lifted the covers so she could get in. I could tell she was a bit unsure of herself. She lay on her back and immediately pulled the covers up to her neck.
I thought I would give her another chance. I turned over on my side facing her. “Honey, are you sure you want a massage tonight”? She looked back at me and just nodded. I reached over and gave her a reassuring pat on the stomach.
“Daddy”?
“What honey”?
“Will it hurt”?
“Will what hurt”?
“You know, when you put your penis in me so I won’t slide off. It looked awfully big this morning. I don’t know if it will fit in me. Ashley said it would but it’s so big and long. I don’t know if it will fit but I could really use a massage. We had really hard practices today and I’m sore all over. Ashley says she feels really good the next day after you give her a massage”.
What all had they talked about? “Is that all Ashley told you”?
“Yes, and that I would enjoy it and feel much better the next day”.
I took my hand and started rubbing her stomach very lightly in small circles. “Honey, if there is any pain just let me know and I’ll stop your massage”. Just the touch of her skin had made my erection grow. I had been semi-hard as soon as Stacy came in the room. Now I was growing to that point where the brain was no longer part of the team.
She nodded her head and I continued the slow, light rubbing. I moved my hand up her ribcage to just below her breasts and then down to her hipbones. After a few minutes of this let my hand move down one thigh to her knee and then back up to her waist just above her pubic hair, crossed over to the other side and then down the other thigh. Each time I went down the inside of a thigh I would exert just enough pressure to slightly move her legs apart. After several passes I had her thighs spread several inches. The last few times I brought my hand back up her thigh I could feel Stacy lifting her hips up slightly against my hand. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had grown deeper and faster. She’s certainly getting over her nervousness. It is time to move on. Once my hand was back up to the middle of her waist I raised my hand so just my fingertips were brushing against her. I then moved my hand down so my fingertips were lightly moving in small circles through her pubic hair. The feel of her short, soft strands now had my cock at full-mast. I knew I was poking her in the hip with it and hoped she did not really notice what part of my body it was just yet.
After a few seconds Stacy giggled, “Daddy that tickles”.
“Is this better”? I carefully laid my hand down on her, cupping her mound with my palm and my fingers down on her lips. I slowly put pressure on my hand and very slowly began moving my fingers around on her clitoris.
I could here Stacy’s breathing stop for a moment. “Ye….” Her voice caught in her throat. “Yes, that’s better”. It took less than a minute for her pussy to get very wet.
She was now lifting her hips against my hand every time I put pressure on her.
“Daddy, why do you do this for a massage”?
“You said you were worried that I might not fit in you. This will help that part of your body relax some so I’ll fit”.
At this point Stacy must have finally noticed something poking her in the side. I felt her hand move lower between us and wrap around my erect cock. The feel of her hand sent an electric current through me. Stacy moved her hand slowly up my shaft squeezing as she went. She finally went back down and in a few seconds reached my balls. She moved her fingers around feeling my balls move around in their sac. She cupped them in her hand and just in time I realized what she intended and said “Carefully Honey, they are very sensitive. If you squeeze too hard it will hurt”.
She relaxed her grip on my balls and moved her hand back to the middle of my shaft. “Daddy, why does your penis get so hard”?
“It needs to be hard so it will go in a girl’s vagina and stay there”. That seemed to satisfy her as she just nodded to my answer. “Are you ready for your massage now”? I knew I was ready.
With a slight smile on her face she said, “Yes. What do I do”?
I moved my hand from her pussy and reached up to her shoulder to help pull her over onto me. “Just come over on top of me like you saw Ashley”. I used my legs to kick the covers off of us. Stacy lifted a leg to get on top of me and hit my cock with her knee. She laughed and said, “That kind of gets in the way doesn’t it”.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find some place to put it so it will be out of the way”.
As she lay down on me, my cock was pinned between our bodies with her pubic bone right in the middle of my shaft. She had her legs stretched out towards my feet. “Okay Honey, you need to move a bit farther up so you won’t be lying on top of my co..penis”.
I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up my body a few inches, freeing me. I then settled her back down so that the head of my cock was positioned right against her labia. “Let’s move your legs so you will be more comfortable. Pull your knees up until they are on either side of my hips”.
As she followed my instructions I could feel her pussy move down against the head of my cock. I had to fight the desire to thrust into her and get it over with.
Once she had settled in on top of me I began a general massage. I worked her neck and shoulders. Unlike the massage I had first given Ashley I made no effort to hide my erection and deliberately put pressure on her shoulders to push her pussy against the head of my cock. She expected this so it would not come as a shock. Over and over again I would feel her lips part so the head of my cock could just enter her and then slide out as I eased the pressure.
I then began working her back rubbing my hands down along her spine. This resulted in a steady pressure down on her body, which resulted in the entire head of my cock entering her. Once I reached her butt I would slip back out as I lifted my hands back to the top of her back and then repeated the stroke. Then an idea occurred to me. I worked down with just one hand, sliding into her. When I reached the bottom of the stroke I took the other hand and started at the top without releasing the downward pressure on her with the other hand. As I brought my other hand up for the next stroke my cock stayed in her and the new stroke then pushed me slightly deeper in her each time. She felt was so tight around me but without any friction. We were both so wet that I could just slide in and out of her. After a dozen or so passes I was half buried in her.
I turned my head towards Stacy and softly said, “Lift your arms above your head and I’ll get your sides”. Stacy followed my directions and moved her arms up over my shoulders. I took my hands and started at the swell of her hips and started rubbing up her sides. The pressure up caused her body to move up on mine and almost pulled me out of her. “No, don’t!” she cried and tried to push her hips back towards my cock. I stopped and pushed her down so I returned to my half-buried position in her. With that she relaxed and began pushing herself down on me in a very slow rhythmic motion.
Stacy turned her head toward me, “Daddy, it feels so big. Is it going to fit in me”?
I had been wondering the same thing but I was determined to find out. “I’m sure it will Honey. We’ll just go slowly.”
I moved my hands up by her armpits and instead of pushing her up I changed to a downward stroke. As I moved my hands down I could feel the swell of her breasts where they were pushed against my chest. On my second pass Stacy lifted one side up and I realized she must want me to reach for her breast. I moved my hand under her and lightly squeezed the side of her breast. She lifted up a bit more and I was able to reach her nipple. I moved it around between my fingertips very slowly. Each time I gave it a bit of a squeeze she pushed harder down on my cock. By this time I was almost completely buried in her. I had given up all pretense of a massage at this point and was now meeting her light thrusts with my own. Using both hands I lifted her up so she was sitting on me with her hands on my shoulders. I was now buried to the hilt in her.
While moving my hands around on her breasts I looked at her face. She had both eyes closed and her mouth formed a big “O” and I could hear little grunts coming from her as she rocked her pussy back and forth on me. Where I had shown Ashley how to move to get the maximum pleasure in this position Stacy did not need to be shown. She now began to move her hips back and forth very fast on me. I could feel it building in me and it was all I could do to not explode in her. I did not know if she was going to cum or not but did not want to ruin her first time for her by cuming first if she was. Stacy then sat straight up on me and started making sharp thrusts on me. She took both hands and dug her nails into my chest. “Oh, Daddy. It feels so hot”. I could feel her pussy spasming, grabbing me. It was all I could take. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down tightly against me, burying myself as deep as I could and began sending stream after stream of sperm into her, my body jerking with each shot.
After a minute or so Stacy collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. I grabbed her butt in my hands and gave her several small thrusts as the feeling gradually subsided. It was several minutes before either of us spoke. “Daddy that was a really nice massage”.
“Thank you Honey, any time you need one”.
“You seemed pretty excited Daddy. Did you squirt inside me”?
“Yes I did”.
“Is it okay if I sleep in here like Ashley did? That way if I am still sore in the morning you can give me another massage”.
“Honey, I’ll give you a massage any time you want”.
“That’s okay. Ashley and I talked about this. She said that if I liked massages that we could take turns. Ashley has practices on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays while mine are on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays. Then you can rest on Sundays”.
Stacy looked at me and smiled. “I had better get some sleep. Ashley and I are going out shopping with the our friends tomorrow”. With that she slid off of me, pulled the covers up, laid her head on my shoulder and quickly went to sleep. When she dropped off to sleep her hand had been resting on my chest but it had slowly slid down until it was resting in my pubic hair. That was creating a resurrection of the dead. I slowly regained my erection until my cock was lying across the top of her hand. When my cock gave a little twitch Stacy’s hand moved around and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. While I was trying to decide if she was really asleep a little girl snore escaped her.
Now here I am with a fully erect cock and a delightfully naked young girl laying almost on me. The way these girls sleep I could just gently pull Stacy over and satisfy this hard-on. No. It had been enjoyable with Ashley when she was asleep but it had been so much better with the two of them when they were awake. And it sounded like Stacy was expecting another “massage” when she awoke.
The next morning I awoke with the unfamiliar sensation of a hand grabbing my cock. Well at least it used to be unfamiliar. Opening my eyes I saw Stacy smiling at me. The covers were already off of us. “You sure took your time waking up. I have been playing with your penis for a half hour now”.
“Honey, for future reference; while penis is the correct word most people call it a cock or a dick. And remember that feeling you had last night at the end? That is called an orgasm or cumming”.
Stacy just smiled and proceeded to climb on top of me. “Daddy? Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck me”? Now there was a word I did not have to teach her. And it seemed that possibly my daughters were not as innocent as I thought. Where had the pretense of a massage gone?
After another half hour we were lying on the bed recovering our breath with Stacy still on top of me and me still inside of her when the door opened and Ashley walked into the room. She walked over to the side of the bed, smiled at me and said “I see you are making sure Stacy does not slide off either”.
I just smiled back at her. What could I say?
Ashley slapped Stacy on the bare butt, “Come on Stacy. You need to get dressed. We are supposed to be ready in a few minutes. Jenna will be here any time now”.
Stacy kissed me on the check and jumped out of bed and ran out to get ready.
Ashley stayed and smiled at me again. “Now don’t get too tired Daddy. This is your rest day. I have practice tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll need a massage tomorrow night. Oh, before I forget. Remember my birthday is next month. Last night we talked about what I wanted for my birthday. I’ve decided. I want to have a slumber party here in the bonus room”.
We have a bonus room upstairs that is huge. It runs the length of a three-car garage. “I’m going to invite four of my friends so with Stacy there will be just six of us. They will come over on Friday night, be here for my birthday on Saturday and then go home on Sunday. We’ll have pizza, watch some movies, listen to some music, play some games and eat some cake. That okay”?
I had been wondering what to do for her birthday so that took care of it for me. “That sounds fine with me. Who are the four friends”?
“Well you know Bobbi, Jenna and Sandy. The fourth is a new girl. She has been here for a couple of months and is on the team. She lives with an uncle and aunt here. She got in some kind of trouble at home and her mother sent her to live with her uncle and aunt for a while. She does not get out much. The aunt and uncle are really religious and don’t let her do anything fun. They said it would be okay to go to an all girl’s party though”.
“Well that sounds fine with me”.
“Thanks Daddy. You are the best”. I rose up for her kiss on my cheek but she took my chin in her hand and turned my head towards her and gave me a very un-daughterly though light kiss on the lips. With that done she turned and left the room.
Over the next three plus weeks we settled into a somewhat regular schedule; at night the girls would finish homework, listen to music or watch TV, talk on the phone with friends and then get ready for bed. Sometimes before bed they would stand outside my door talking about what they were going to do the next morning. Then Stacy or Ashley would come into my bedroom already naked and get into bed with me. Every now and then they would be really tired from practice and we would just go to sleep at night. But then by morning they would be well rested and we would enjoy each other before they left for school.
It was almost four weeks later, just a day before Ashley’s slumber party that Stacy asked me an unusual question. We had just finished having sex after waking up when she sat up on me and said “Daddy, can I ask you a question”?
“Of course, you can ask me anything”.
“What is a blowjob”?
That stopped me. How do you answer that one? But then we had been having sex for several weeks I should be able to answer questions like that. “That is when you have sex with someone and use your mouth. Where did you hear about that”?
“One of Ashley’s friends was talking about how she used to give blowjobs to her boyfriend and how much he liked it. I didn’t know what she meant. I don’t think the other girls did either. I did not want to look stupid and ask her”.
“Well Honey you aren’t stupid. It is just something you don’t know about. Is there something you want to know”?
She slid off to one side of me, bent her elbow and put her head in her hand and looked at me. “Yes. How do you use your mouth in sex”?
“Well what a girl does is she takes the boys cock in her mouth. She can suck on his cock, run her tongue around it and move his cock in and out of her mouth like it does in her pussy”.
I stopped and waited for her to say something. She looked pensive as she thought about what I had said. Then finally she asked, “Do you like it when a girl does it to you”?
“Yes Honey. If feels really good”.
“What happens if you get too excited and cum”?
“Well sometimes the girl pulls the cock out and lets it squirt on her. Some let him cum in her mouth and then spit it out and some girls just swallow it”.
Stacy got quiet. I could see she was processing the information. “What does a boy do to a girl”?
“Well it is kind of the same thing. A boy uses his mouth on a girl’s pussy until she has an orgasm. You know that one spot that feels extra good? He pays special attention to that spot”.
Stacy moved a bit closer to my stomach and started staring at my cock. I was completely deflated from our session and he was just lying there limply to one side. She reached out with one hand and took me between her thumb and her forefinger just above my balls. Moving her fingers back and forth just made me flop around. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and just sucking my cock right into her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling the head and then flicking back and forth across the head. As soft as I was she was able to suck my entire cock into her small mouth. But that was not going to last. The sensations from her tongue, and just watching my cock disappear into her mouth was rapidly bringing me back to life.
Stacy pulled me out of her mouth and flicked her tongue at the head of my cock a few times. “Daddy, you do like that. You are getting hard again”.
With a vigorous nod from me she moved over so her head was positioned directly above my cock and then slowly dropped her mouth down and engulfed me, her tongue swirling around the little helmeted guy. I let my head fall back on the pillow, closed my eyes and just lay there enjoying the sensations.
My eyes popped open pretty quickly when I heard Ashley’s voice. I looked up to see her standing next to the bed. She seemed a bit peeved with Stacy. “I thought I was going to get to go first”. Ashley could not have been too upset because she then pulled her t-shirt off and got in bed with us lying on the other side of me, across from Stacy. “What is it like”?
Stacy lifted her head resulting in a groan from me. “Don’t worry Daddy. I’m, we’re not done”. She had a firm grip on me so I was not going anywhere. “It’s kind of weird but then it was weird when Daddy stuck his cock in me for the first time too”. With a firm grip on my cock she pointed it towards Ashley’s face and said, “Here, you try. See what you think. I think the best part is it really makes Daddy jump around. I think he likes this better than putting it in our pussy’s”.
Now they were not asking for my vote but I thought I should try both methods several times to be sure there was a favorite. I think the song goes “Love the one you’re with” and my cock in her mouth is the one I’m with right now.
Ashley leaned forward and tentively licked the head of my cock. Stacy pulled my cock farther towards Ashley and said, “You need to do more than that”. Ashley looked up at me and then back at my cock. She reached out and replaced Stacy’s hand with hers. She then slowly lowered her head until the entire head of my cock was in her mouth. As she closed her lips around me her teeth bit into the side of me. That brought a quick intake of breath from me. “Be careful with your teeth. I’m not a hotdog”.
Ashley turned towards me and without taking me out of her mouth tried to talk, “Ou eel ike ah aut aug”. Both Stacy and I had to laugh. Stacy looked at her and said, “You should not talk with your mouth full”.
That made Ashley laugh and she bit me again. Stacy then reached out, took me in her hand and said, “Here let me do it for a while”.
“Sorry Dad. I’ll get better”.
All I could say was “Ok” as Stacy was again bobbing her head up and down on me and really working her tongue. She moved her hand away and motioned for Ashley to grab me and then with an up and down motion indicated to Ashley to stroke my cock up and down while she was using her mouth. I have died and gone to heaven.
What seemed like just a few minutes had to have been at least fifteen when I felt it building up in me. You know how time flies when you’re having fun. “Girls, I’m going to cum”. I needed to warn them. I knew girls did not like a surprise in their mouth when they were not expecting one.
Ashley nudged Stacy, “Hey, we’ve never seen Dad cum. Move your mouth I want to see what it looks like”. Stacy lifted her head off me while Ashley kept pumping my cock with her hand. As she picked up speed I began lifting my hips up to move with her hand. It was obvious to the girls that I was going to cum any second. They both moved closer above my cock to see what was going to happen. Between clenched teeth I forced out, “I’m cumming”. Ashley stopped on the down-stroke and gripped me tightly. The first shot went straight up a couple of feet in the air and fell back on Ashley’s hand and my stomach. They both gave an excited squeal as though they were watching fireworks. The second caught Ashley on the side of her nose. Stacy laughed at her so Ashley pointed me at Stacy and the next two squirts caught Stacy on the forehead and her cheek. The remaining cum just bubbled up an inch or so and ran down Ashley’s hand into my pubic hair.
The girls were laughing at each other. They both had cum dripping on their faces. The cum on Ashley’s nose had dripped down and was now covering her lips. She opened her mouth and slowly licked her lips tasting my cum. Stacy watched while Ashley licked her lips several times until the cum was completely gone from her lips. “What does it taste like”?
Ashley just pointed to Stacy’s cheek and said, “You have some on your face, try it and see. It’s not bad, just different”.
Stacy ran a couple of fingers across her cheek. I could see she had a big glob of cum on them. She brought her fingers up to her nose, sniffed and then put both fingers in her mouth, sucking my cum off them. Then she looked back at my cock which was still in Ashley’s hand. Stacy bent her head down to my cock and just sucked the head right in her mouth. I could feel her tongue running around me, cleaning me off. When she was finished, she rose back up, looked at me and smiled. Then she looked at Ashley, “I could do that again but I don’t think Daddy is up for it. I still don’t understand why they call it a blowjob. Neither of us did any blowing”.
While I laid there trying to recover my wits both girls jumped up and ran out of the room saying they had a bunch of shopping to do to get ready for Ashley’s party.
That night, even though it was a Thursday, neither girl came into my bedroom. They were much too excited getting ready for the party. I was a bit disappointed but understood. Disappointed because I thought the three of us should explore this oral sex thing again.
The girls had been bouncing around all day getting the bonus room ready for their slumber party. It was all cleaned up, vacuumed, movies and CD’s stacked and space made for sleeping bags. My job, as it had been explained so clearly by Ashley, was to stay out of the way. My only duty was to pay for the pizza when it arrived. I was looking forward to seeing the girls. We had all been friends for years, since middle school, that is the girls and their parents. I had not seen them in a few months and wondered how they were doing.
For the last hour the girls had been running around upstairs doing whatever last minute things girls do. Finally at 6PM I heard a couple of squeals that were either from them or a family of squirrels that had got in the house. The sound of several feet coming down the stairs and stopping at the door told me their friends had arrived. I peeked out the drapes and got a couple of surprises. I knew three of the girls. They had been friends with my girls for years. The fourth was a stranger to me and must be their new friend Carol. My first surprise was Carol. My girls and their friends were all petite with only Jenna as tall as 5’ 3”. Carol had to be at least 5’ 10”, almost as tall as me and looked to be a couple of years older than the other girls. She looked like a giant among the other girls. She had the kind of legs that you wanted to say “went all the way up”. My second surprise was what they were wearing. They all had on those low-rider jeans were the top was below the hipbones and you thought they had to shave their pubic hair just to wear them, and tops that barely made it below their breasts. Every time I see those pants on a good looking flat-tummied girl I have an overwhelming desire to slide my hand down into their pants and cup their pussy. Just watching the girls approach the door was starting to give me a hard-on.
Jenna, Bobbi and Sandy looked fantastic. They were in that category of “the same only different” if you know what I mean. They were all the same height as my girls, within an inch or so, but while Jenna was blond like my girls, Bobbi and Sandy were brunettes. I seemed to remember the three as stick girls, straight up and down. Maybe it was just the clothes they had to wear. That certainly was not the case now. They had those perky breasts and flat stomachs that you just wanted to slide your hand down until it dropped into their pants.
I quickly let the drapes fall closed. I was going to need a few seconds before I would be able to stand up and greet the girls. As the girls came in they all stopped and said hi before Ashley and Stacy ushered them off upstairs. Ashley yelled from the top of the stairs to be sure and order the pizza.
I phoned in the order for a 7:30 delivery and then settled back in my chair with my laptop. The sounds of laughter and music drifted down the stairs but they stayed in the bonus room. At a quarter to 8 the pizza arrived. I paid for it, grabbed some paper plates and napkins and headed upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs I turned the corner and started through the bonus room door. My jaw about hit the floor. I was prepared for a lot of bare midriff but what I was not prepared for were six teenage girls laying around on the floor in teddy’s watching music videos. While they were wearing matching panties it was very apparent that none of them were wearing bras. They all jumped up and ran over to get the food mixed with “Thank you’s”. I had a real hard time not staring at their chests. Carol came up and stood across from me while the other girls were bouncing around. Now, her chest deserved staring at. While she had large breasts, they were perfect for her body. They weren’t those humongous things that could incapacitate you if one swung around and hit you along side the head but they would certainly fill your hand with a little left over.
She just stood there and I kept thinking to myself, “Maintain eye contact. Don’t look down. You don’t want these girls to start spreading the word that you are a dirty old man. No matter how true it is.” With some difficulty I just smiled at her, and with Ashley shooing me out of the room, returned to my chair downstairs.
Over the next hour and a half one of the girls would occasionally come downstairs to get something, drink, plates, napkins, etc. They would smile and say hi when they saw me and then run back upstairs. I could not help but follow them with my eyes; breasts swaying, panties flashing, ponytails bouncing.
By 10 I had to call it a night. Another pass of one of the girls down here and I’d have my cock out in my hand beating off or I’d be chasing her around the house. I saved my work, closed the laptop and went upstairs. I passed the door to the bonus room on the way to my bedroom and took the opportunity to say goodnight (translated that means I took one last good look at half naked young girls). Everyone was facing away from the door engrossed with what was on TV so I took my time before speaking. Carol was nearest to me, lying on her stomach on the floor, legs spread slightly with her feet up in the air swinging to the music. I just stood there looking up the inside of her thighs. I must have made some sound, probably a sigh coming from my prick, because she turned over on her side and looked back at me.
With a little smile she said, “Oh, hi Mr. Hunter. Did you come to join the party”?
I tried to be nonchalant, moving the laptop in front of my ever-hardening cock. “You girls look like you’re all having a good time. I just wanted to say goodnight”. I stepped backwards out of the room to a chorus of “good nights” and went down the hall to my bedroom.
It turns pretty warm this time of year. Instead of running the AC I usually just went to bed with a sheet on. I lay there trying to go to sleep so the night would be over and I could stop thinking about those young bodies a couple of doors down the hall. I was not having any success. I kept picturing the girls in and out of those teddies, rubbing my hands all over their bodies, better yet, they rubbing their hands all over mine. My hand kept sliding down and grabbing my cock. At this point I could not get any harder but I really did not want to jerk off. With two girls just down the hall perfectly willing to remedy my situation I thought I would save it. But will one of them want to leave the party to come find Daddy and go for a ride?
After about 20 minutes or so I began to doze off. My erection had pretty much subsided. I was just at half mast at this point. I was about to turn over and go to sleep when something seemed different about the room. I raised my head and saw that my door was open. I had left it open a crack as an invitation to Stacy or Ashley in case they wanted to come in for a while tonight. Now it was fully open and I could see the outline of someone standing there. They were backlit so I could not see their features but there was no doubt as to who it was. She was a head and shoulders taller than the other girls.
“Carol? Can I help you”?
“Mr. Hunter, the other girls want me to go out and get some ice cream. Would that be okay? I can take Jenna’s car”.
I was getting a bit uncomfortable again. I was lying here nude with just a sheet on and the sight of Carol was making a tent in my sheet. I raised one knee a bit to conceal it.
“Are you old enough to drive? Do you have a driver’s license”?
With a little smile she said, “Yes Mr. Hunter. I’m sixteen and I have a license”. She took another step into the room and now the light from the street lamps played across her teddy. I had a perfect view of her breasts. Even though they were large they did not hang down on her. Thank god for athletics programs for our young girls.
Then I remembered we had ice cream in a freezer out in the garage. “Carol, you don’t have to go to the store. We have ice cream in an extra freezer out in the garage.”
Carol just looked at me with a pensive look. “Well that gives me some time then since the girls expect me to be going to the store”.
Walking closer to the bed Carol said, “Mr. Hunter. Can I ask you a couple of questions”?
What was she getting at? When I did not say anything Carol then said “When I first met Stacy and Ashley three months ago they did not know anything about sex. And I mean nothing. I could tell a joke or a story and they had no idea what I was talking about”. As she talked she slowly walked closer to the bed until she was standing right next to me. “In the last couple of months they have learned quite a bit, which seems strange when you think about it. They don’t have boyfriends. We are with them all the time at school.
The only guy they are around is you. Don’t you think that is strange?”
I did not know what to say. What was she getting at? Am I going to jail? Finally I had to say something, “Maybe they have been reading. They do read a lot”. That sounded lame even to me.
Carol just slowly shook her head with a smile. “I don’t think what they know comes from a book. Now I have been stuck here for months now away from my Da…, my boyfriend. I was used to some regular physical activity there. Now here with my “Born again” aunt and uncle I cannot even talk to a boy. This is the first time I have been with a male alone outside of school. Now for my second question: I don’t think you would like word to get out about Stacy and Ashley’s education so I think we can work out something mutually beneficial.” My silence gave her the encouragement she was looking for. She took off her teddy and panties and tossed them on the floor. I had still not said a word. I couldn’t think of any answer that could fix the situation for me. I was not sure I wanted it fixed.
Carol took my continued silence for a yes and pulled the sheet off of me and down to the foot of the bed. She then climbed into bed beside me. She reached over and took my erect cock in her hand and gave it a good squeeze. “I guess this answers my question for me”.
Another fork in the road and I made the same choice. I turned on my side and took one of her breasts in my hand and began caressing it; first one and then the other. I leaned over and flicked one nipple then the other with my tongue. Carol slowly began stroking my cock up and down. I left one hand on a breast let the other drift down her stomach until I reached her pubic hair. She spread her legs in anticipation but I wanted to play with her hair just a bit first. I teased her by taking little pinches of hair and giving them gentle tugs. After a few seconds I began rubbing my hand in circles on her pubic bone but ignoring her pussy. Her breathing had deepened and she was making some low moaning sounds in my ear. Finally she reached down with her hand and pushed my hand down to her pussy. “We do not have all night. I’m supposed to be going to the store for dessert”.
I began rubbing my fingers around her labia and clitoris and replied, “And dessert you shall have”. I started to pull her on top of me. I was used to Stacy and Ashley who were so small I felt I would crush them if I got on top of them. Carol pushed my hand back and commanded, “No. I want you on top of me”.
I was more than willing to comply. I rose up on my hands and knees and moved one knee between her willing thighs. After I was positioned between her legs I waited a moment and looked down at her. She was beautiful. Perfect skin, breasts, and legs and certainly had the right attitude about sex.
I was just about to move forward to enter her when she reached down with one hand and grabbed my cock and pulled me forward until the head entered her pussy and said “Now fuck me Da…, now fuck me!”
That was the second time she had said that. Was she going to say Daddy, or was her boyfriend’s name something like Danny, Dave?
I did not have the inclination to dwell on it. With just part of me in her I could feel her pussy muscles grabbing me, trying to pull me deeper. I was more than willing to help. Moving up higher on her I was able to thrust completely into her. She made a groan and pulled her knees up and I slid another inch deeper. She wrapped her arms around me and began thrusting her hips up to meet mine. I began a motion of thrusting as deep as I could in her then pulling back until I was almost ready to fall out then thrusting back into her. Each thrust in made her gasp. “Oh, you are so much bigger than, ah, my boyfriend. It feels so good to be completely filled”.
She moved her head around so her mouth was by the side of my head and then flicked her tongue around the inside of my ear. That got an immediate response from me of thrusting harder into her. “Oh, yes. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me”. Well that answered that question. I could feel her legs moving higher until she finally got her heels placed on my butt and began pushing with me on every thrust.
We had just pounded each other in that position for a good twenty minutes when she said, “Oh that feels so good Daddy”. A little cry escaped her. Then, “Yes Daddy, that’s the spot, right there. I’m so close. Don’t stop”. I was trying to pace myself and was not about to stop until she was ready. I was ready to cum ten minutes ago but I did not think that would be a good idea with her considering the story she could tell. The last thing I needed was an upset 16 year-old who knew I was fucking my 13 and 14 year-old daughters.
Of course there was no way I was going to stop. It would have taken the other five girls to pull me off of her. She began to give a little grunt with each thrust until she finally put her feet down on the bed, tensed up and then arched her back up off the bed, lifting me with her. Her face had tensed into a grimace and a steady moan was coming from her. After a few seconds she collapsed back on the bed followed by another push against my body and then she finally relaxed.
She wrapped her legs around me again and began pushing her hips against me. “You were very nice waiting for me. Now it’s your turn”. I could feel her pussy muscles begin to milk my cock. It was like she had me in her hand, squeezing. What kind of exercises are they teaching these girls? I could feel the tension building up in me. It was not going to take long. I slammed into her again and again, and then with a gasp I pushed as hard as I could against her bringing a small cry from her as I erupted in her. I buried myself as deep as I could in her as each stream shot out of me.
After a minute, always the gentleman, I tried to move some of my weight to my knees and elbows. Every now and then her pussy would give me a little squeeze and I would reward her with a small push back into her. It did not take long though before I was soft enough that I began to slip out of her as she squeezed.
She took my head in both hands and gave me a kiss. “Thanks. I really needed that.”
I kissed her back and said “I’m happy to oblige”.
“Well now that you are out of me you might as well get off of me. I need to go get some ice cream before they come looking for me”. With that I rolled off her and she slowly got out of bed and stepped into her panties and then put her teddy back on. She took the sheet and pulled it up onto me. Before leaving she stopped and looked at me saying, “And by the way; all of this, and I mean everything, will just be our little secret. And remember, I don’t go home until Sunday. I’m going to have to talk to Stacy and Ashley about having some “play” dates at your house”. With a little wave to me she walked to the door.
Then a thought hit me. Do the girls think she is going to the store in that teddy? The clothes she wore are back in the room with the girls.
When Carol went out she did not completely shut the door. She must have stopped in the hall because I could hear her voice. The girls must have come looking for her. I could make out some of her words because she was right by the door but could not quite make out what the other girls were saying. Did they catch her coming out of my bedroom? Do they know what was going on?
I heard Carol say something that sounded like, “I told you he would” followed by some whispering. Then Carol replied “Don’t be a….” I could not make out the last words. “That is what ……party …. for. ………..you all wanted…..your turn”. There was a bunch more whispering and at this point I could not make out even what Carol was saying.
Finally it got quiet in the hall and I figured the girls had returned to their room.
As I lay back in the bed and relaxed I could not help but compare Carol and my girls. They were all great in different ways. Nothing could replace what I was enjoying with Stacy and Ashley but Carol was great also. It was also nice being on top for a change. That thrill of being in charge. Though I’m not sure who was in charge with Carol.
With all these thoughts going through my head I almost missed the faint knock at the door. Was this Stacy or Ashley coming in? They knew they did not need to knock.
I was just beginning to think it was my imagination when I heard a louder knock.
“Yes. Who is it”?
The door opened and Jenna, followed by Bobbi and Sandy, stepped inside. What is going on? They just looked at me expectantly. I then heard a voice outside the door say “Go ahead”. It sounded like Ashley.
Jenna took a step closer to the bed, followed by Bobbi and Sandy and said, “Mr. Hunter. Can we ask you a couple of questions”?

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When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
Waiting to hear some positive comments and a bit of encouragement.

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