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Moms Dark Room

Mom’s Dark Room
I had wanted to have sex with my sexy mom for a long time. She was so sexy to me. She was tall, long hot legs, big nice tits 36c, dark hair, and I had seen her hot looking dark bush, peeking at her a many times. She had such natural beauty that you would have to see to believe. I was use to having my buddy’s stare at her and get boners. She knew she was beautiful and she too, was use to having men look at her. She had lot’s of men to chose from, but at home, she picked me to tease.
She had sensed I had the hots for her for a long time. I was the only one she could be herself around, and she loved to tease me with her sexy ways. She knew just how to make me get a boner and loved doing it. She knew I wanked thinking about her and that made her tease me more. “Did you sleep good last night?…I heard noises coming from your room, late last night.” she would say. She knew I had wanked about her and would tease me and try to get me to admit it. “Tell me about your dream last night dear, was it a good one?” I would give her silly answers, like I had dreamed about monster trucks or something. She would get behind me and say….”…MOM-ster trucks, did you say?”, and then poke me in the ribs.
I got to pay her back though. She was ticklish, and I would chase her through the house and corner her. She would get weak laughing, and I took advantage of that. My tickling her got me a feel of her tit’s a little, and any other place I could feel.
She would come close to letting me feel her, but not quite.
I would come up behind her and hug her while wrapping my arms around her. She always gasp…a little and then let me feel her tummy all around. She would let me do this for a while, as I could hear her breathing increase. I knew she was getting turned on. I was as tall as her. I would whisper in her ear and tell her how beautiful she was, how she smelled good, how her skin was so soft.
I listened to her heart speed up and her breathing get heavier and heavier. She would put her hands on mine and feel my hands move around her tummy, slowly working them lower and lower on her. She would jump slightly as I went lower. I would feel her pull my hands up slightly but I would keep going to push her to her limit. If she pulled firm, I would move them up to just under her tits, and work them up, feeling the under side of her bra. She let me go further up there and I would end up rubbing the undersides of her bra real good with my hands. By now she was panting and had closed her eyes. She would leaning her head back on me. I was making her hot, and we both knew it.
We lived just the two of us, dad died when I was little. I don’t think she had any good sex in along time.
One evening she was standing up in the living room just looking out the window. I started my same routine with her. This time she let me go further with her tits though. This time she had no bra on, short shorts, and tiny pull over top. She leaned her full body back on me, feeling my boner in her butt crack. She was really breathing heavy that evening. I keep going on her tits until I was feeling half of her tits with edge of my hands around her. She squirmed a few times, but did nothing to stop me.
It was just getting dark and we had no lights on yet. She put her hands on mine as usual, but this time she guided them up to a full feel of her naked tits for me under her little top. Now my boner really stuck out and she leaned back firmer on it. It got darker and darker in the house.
She then leaned up and took me by the hand to the den. She had black out curtains in there for her old photo hobby. She shut the door and It was pure black in there now. I felt around for the couch as she led me to it, and laid me down on it. She laid down beside me, put her arms around my neck and started to whisper very quietly in my ear to me:
(“….what happens in this room, stays in this room. I like it this way, because we’ll have no visual memory of anything that happens in here. Just the memory of things that are felt and heard, do you understand?”…) I quietly whispered: ’yes.’ (“…you and I both, have wanted each other for a very long time, and we both know it, and now we’re going to do just that…. , but only…. ‘my way‘, Ok?”) I whispered “ok.” She got up and pulled me to stand up and began to undress me.
I couldn’t see anything, but I felt her fingers unbuttoning my shirt. I reached over and pulled her top up and off with my jittery hands. I felt her undo my belt and pants, She sat me down as she pulled my pants, shoes, and socks off. I reached out and felt her shorts and unbuttoned them. I felt her sweet legs as I pull them down. She must have stepped out of them. Next I felt her panties. I slowly pulled them down and off. She played with my hair as I felt her pubic hair in front of my face.
I pulled her closer to me. I could smell her sweet perfumed pussy. I felt her spread her legs apart. My one hand held her ass cheeks as my fingers went between her legs, feeling her wetness. My other hand started feeling the warm pubic hair on her pussy and found her clit. She jumped a little as I massaged it. Her hands kept running her fingers thru my hair and I could hear her breathing really increasing. I slipped two fingers in her very wet pussy and felt the slick passage. I felt her step closer and pull my face to her clit. I stuck my face in her pussy and licked her clit. I heard a big moan as her hips jumped a little. I started licking around her clit. She moaned and started moving her pussy back and forth on my tongue.
(‘I thought about what was happening…
I was in a new heaven. All the years of wanting to have sex with my mom were starting to happen. She figured out the ’dark room’ thing so she would never actually see herself having sex with her own son. Pretty smart. She had wanted to have sex with me for a long time, but there was no way for her to get over that ’taboo’ line without bad feelings. Now, because she would never see it…this satisfied her.’)
Mom was thinking..
(‘….well this is working so good, I never see him, but I sure can feel and hear him now. I wonder if he knows how long I’ve lusted after my own son. I know for a fact that a lot of mom’s do it, but it rarely ever happens that they actually have sex with each other. Well I want it…and it’s happening now, finally. I’ve watched him grow and I’ve seen his nice dick a few times.
God I got so hot when I saw him undress with his door not fully closed a while back. I masturbated that night so good, thinking about him putting his dick in me. Right now the feeling of him licking my clit as I move my pussy in his face and tongue is making me so hot, I may orgasm right now.’)
I loved the way she moved her pussy. Feeling my hair and pumping my face. I could eat her all night. I can touch her now, and feel her pussy, so wet and a full bush which I love. I stood up and pressed my boner tight into her pussy. She moaned and twitched. She whispered: (“…oh god, it’s been so long since I’ve had real good sex…(gasp)…I’d forgotten how excited it makes me feel.
You know just how to make me want you. Let’s lie down on the couch baby. Make mom feel good for our first time. I’ve..(breath)…wanted you for so long, let me suck on you some first, I’ve wanted to that for so long.”)
She laid me down on my back, and I felt her hands feeling my body, and her warm tongue start licking around my dick. I reached out in the blacked out room and felt mom’s silky hair.
Now I ran my fingers thru her hair. She took her time feeling every inch of my dick and balls. I could feel her warm breath on my dick. She had wanted to suck me for a long time she said!…omg…if I’d only known. I quivered as her tongue went round and round the head of my dick. Oh god hurry mom, I want to cum in you and not cum before. I sat up and pulled her arms to me. I said: (“…oh god mom,… I can’t take any more,…. I want to cum in you so bad, come up here and roll over on your back.”)
I felt her warm breath travel up me and stop at my face. I just had to kiss her like she was the greatest girlfriend of my life. She kissed me back the same way. We gasp for breath as our tongues went crazy in our mouths. I loved every inch of her naked body on me, she was very very warm and it felt so damn good. We rolled over still passionately kissing. We only broke for air. I’d never felt mom so excited and feeling so hot on my hands. I ran my hands all over her body as she moaned and felt every inch of mine. It was so cool, I didn’t need to see her, I saw her with my hands.
She too felt the things that were always cover by clothes. Mainly my dick and balls. She kept feeling them over and over. I felt her wonderful tits and firm nipples that were always covered from my eyes, and the soft full bush between her legs.
I felt her smiling face with my hands, she was so excited and happy. As we felt us, she whispered again: (“…do you have any idea how many times I’ve masturbated thinking about you?”)
I said: (“….well I started wanking thinking of you when I was about 9..”). I heard her gasp!, then say: (“oh… my… god!…your kidding!”)
(“..no I’m not. You’ve always been the prettiest, sexiest woman the world to me.”) I said. She kissed me with so much passion we both got dizzy. I kissed her tits slowly and put her nipples between my lips and let my tongue encircle them . I felt her trembling hand guide my dick in her warm pussy. She gasp…as I eased it in. .We started in, fucking slow at first. Her hands went for my butt cheeks and guided me in further and deeper in her pussy. Her breath was right by my ear and I heard every breath she took. She moaned…(”….oh baby,…you feel so good in me…your making mom so happy, cum with me baby…(gasp)…oh god yes…. cum with me….”)
Our body’s took over from us and we started fucking faster as we both moaned and sucked all the air we could get. Her moans became more intense as she held me so tight, like she was going to pull my butt cheeks inside of her. I started to feel a big load coming up. She started to shake all over. Her moaning was almost a scream in my ear. She locked her legs around me and started shaking as she fucked me faster.
(Mom’s thoughts were racing through her head….
“…he feels so damn good in me, why did I wait so long….he really knows how to excite me and turn me on, better that I can ever remember. I feel a massive climax coming up and up. I want to feel him shoot his cum deep in me and fill my pussy with it…oh my god here it is..ooooooOOOO OH God’eeeeeee!!!”)
I fucked her as fast as I could until she screamed!….. when a huge shot of cum raced out of my dick, slamming deep in her pussy …my body pumped and pumped it in her as deep as I could. I could feel her head moving side to side as she moaned loud again. She squeezed my dick with her quivering pussy so tight and held it….my dick just kept cuming over and over. She had the most beautiful long moan I had ever heard……
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I woke up some time later, my dick still in her. I felt a weak squeezing from mom’s pussy on my dick. Her hands slowly rubbing my back, as she purred mmmm , over and over. We both fell asleep.
I woke up again, only on my back, I felt a warm wash cloth on my dick and balls. Mom kissed me, then gathered our clothes and we dressed in the dark room.
She went out first to go shower. I went out and sat down to rest. She walked by me later, fully dressed and paid no attention to me, like nothing had happened. We never said a word about it, outside the dark room.
Two days later I was getting ready to go hang with my buddy’s and mom whispered: (….”when you get back, why don’t go in the dark room, and then just close the door.”)
That was the signal.
A closed dark room door, meant one of the two of us was in there, and to come in for sex.
Oh jezzz, my dick started getting hard right then. I said back: (…”I think I’ll just come home early tonight”..) She just walked away smiling.
I went and hung out a little, but my mind was on that dark room.
I came back home and we both took showers and put on robes. Mom had this little grin on her face as she walked around in a sexy robe. She did a switch.
I was standing up in the kitchen and she quietly came in and turned the light out. She put her arms around me. Now she felt me around my waist. I put my hands on top of hers and she started feeling me up. She kept moving her hands up and started feeling my tits.
She played with my nipples and lightly twisted them. She started feeling lower and lower. I had no underwear on. I had a big tent standing out. Finally I took her hand and led her to the dark room, and closed the door. She whispered: (…”how did you like my feel up on you?”) I said: (“…that was so hot mom, you caused my big tent.”). She took off my robe, as I did hers. She felt my boner and I felt her kissing it. She already had the couch pulled out into a bed and now we had room to play.
We started kissing all the way down to the bed and we got in it. She took a breath as she said quietly: “…when was the last time your girlfriend gave you a real hot blow job..” I said: “ A long time ago.” Mom said: “I’ve never had a man give oral sex to where I climaxed, I want you to be the first..”
I said: “..get ready to have a great climax, I’m just the guy to do it.” She said: “..get ready to cum in my mouth real big, I’ll make it the best one you’ve ever had.”
We both took deep breaths as we kissed and felt our body’s. We wanted to get us so hot first, we started teasing with our tongues. I now knew her spots where she was most sensitive and made her hot. She knew mine too. We took our time and teased those places that made us twitch and moan. She said: “..oh….you like to tease mom do you?…well mom likes to tease you too…I’m gonna tease you till you can’t stand it.” I said: “..that’s just what I had in mind for you, I gonna lick you, kiss your pussy till you tingle all over, and then suck your clit till you scream.” She gasp!, then said: “..you won’t have any cum left to shoot when I’m done with you, I’m gonna suck it all out of you and swallow every bit of it down.”
We agreed that hot sexy talk was making us extremely turned on. She said: ..”I’ve never been able (gasp) to talk hot sex talk in my life, god it’s making me so fucking hot.” I said: …“How many guys can talk this sexy way to their moms, I’m loving this! I’ve dreamed about fucking you for so long, I may just have to play rape you and just take sex from you, I want it so bad.” She said: “…you’re the one who’s gonna get raped, I’m gonna make you fuck me all night by force if I have to.”
She was out of breath and turned sideways to start sucking my dick, but first she had to tease it. I pulled her pussy to my face and teased it with teasing licks to her clit. She shivered and squirmed. I moaned as she licked the underside of my dick’s head, letting her tongue just quick flick it. Her tongue flicked the very tip of my dick and then she would stop. Now I squirmed and my dick jumped. She massaged my balls with her hands and when she felt them start to pull up, she knew I was about to cum. She immediately deep throated me, all the way down, and held it.
I had no power left to stop my cum. I already had three fingers in her pussy and running my tongue around and around her clit. I started massaging her G spot real fast and sucked right on her clit, sucking it in my lips.
Two loud screams filled that room as my cum shot down her throat and her pussy squirted as it all came together. That bed shook as we twisted our body’s in ecstasy. I pumped more and more cum in her mouth, as she swallowed as fast as she could. Her pussy squirted more as her voice strained a long moan out and her body trembled with pleasure. We both shook and shook…. we couldn’t talk,….even to moan anymore…
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The next day…mom thought:
(’I went to work but couldn’t keep my mind off that dark room. Finally at noon, I locked my office door and I just had to reach under my skirt and rub my pussy. I had to masturbate. It was one of best and most intense ones I’d ever had.
I stopped on the way home and bought a vibrator, and kept it in my purse.’)
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My girlfriend, who was fair in bed now became a dud compared to mom. I told mom this and she said I would just have to teach her what a older woman knows so well.
I got an idea…
I would take her in the dark room and see if she got hotter and fucked better. I told mom my idea. She thought a while and then began to smile. She said to come in the dark room and talk. She kissed me so hot and she was excited. She whispered:
(…”can you tell her that another girl will be in here too?”) My heart started pounding. Having sex with my mom and my girlfriend too…..I lost my breath. I said: (“..oh my god….Linda, (my girlfriends) has had sex with another girl before, can you handle that mom?”) …I could hear mom gasp!…and said: (…”just tell her I’m a first timer, and she’ll understand that.”)
I was in shock. The last thought in my mind was that my mom would ever have sex with a girl. I told mom I would set it up and let her know the night.
Mom thought….
(‘oh god,…with all this taboo stuff out of the way, I‘m wanting all the things I could never have….I’ll teach this Linda a few things about him, and their sex life will get a lot hotter for him. She can teach me about having girl sex which I’ve always wondered about…I‘ve had hidden desires to touch another girls pussy, but suppressed them, but now I‘ll find out all about those desires…she’ll never know it’s his mom in here with us….oh my god….that sounds so exciting. I’m so wet already, I’m starting to drip my juices in my panties, I’ll have to go change them.)
I tongue kissed my mom so hot and reached down to feel her pussy. I felt ….soaking wet shorts. Wow, she was really turned on by this. She left the room and headed for the bathroom.
I talked to Linda and told her the set up in the hot sexy dark room. She really liked the idea. I then told her about a woman who had never had sex with a woman but wanted to, for the first time. She would be in the blacked out room too. Linda got so excited about a three some with another woman, she said her pussy was already wet.
It was all set. I told mom, who got a jolt in her pussy and shivered.
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Tonight was the night at 9pm, Linda would arrive. Mom put on her robe and went in the dark room and waited. Linda arrived all excited and I told her the ’other’ girl was already in the dark room.
She went in the bathroom and put on a robe she brought with her. I had her back in the room with eyes closed. I laid her on the bed and we started kissing and feeling us up. I called mom a made up name…Liz. I whispered: (“Liz, come on and join us.”)
I felt mom’s hands feeling my legs. I took her trembling hand and led her between us and laid her down. “Liz, this is Linda and she wants to have sex with you bad.” I said. Linda said: “Oooo you smell good Liz, let me have your hand.” Mom and Linda’s hands must have met. All I could hear was their heavy breathing. I reached out to feel what they were doing and felt Linda’s hand on mom’s tits as she massaged them. I felt mom’s hands feel for Linda’s tits. They were both getting real hot and soon I heard them kissing and gasping for breath. I felt out and felt both their legs wrapped around each other. Linda hand felt my face and pulled me into them. Now we had a 3 way kissing and tongue fest.
Those girls were hot!
We all were gasping for air as hands were everywhere feeling us. Then I felt Linda’s kissing go lower on mom as mom squirmed and began to moan. The next thing I heard was a licking sound. I felt Linda’s hair as she had dropped down and was licking mom’s pussy. Mom pulled me over and started kissing me with little moans in between our kisses. Mom moaned as she whispered: (“oh god, Linda knows just where to lick me so good, this is so hot, I want her so bad now. I have to know what‘s it‘s like to lick her pussy. ”) I felt the bed move and I felt Linda turn and put her wet pussy right at mom’s face.
Now mom and Linda were in a 69 position laying sideways, with Linda in between mom and I. Mom squeezed my hand as Linda lifted one leg for us. Mom took her hand and mine and we both felt Linda’s pussy. I took mom’s fingers and put them in Linda’s pussy. She was breathing so hard as we both played with Linda’s pussy. Mom whispered to me how hot Linda’s pussy felt inside and how thrilling it was to feel it all wet and slick. I took my fingers out of Linda’s pussy and put them in mom’s mouth. She moaned and sucked them over and over. She felt Linda lick her clit just a little and jumped and squirmed. I held mom’s head and pulled both our lips to Linda’s pussy.
We kissed and then mom started licking her first pussy… I felt her tongue gently enter Linda’s pussy and run her tongue in and out. Our tongues worked together tongue fucking her pussy. We then moved our tongues to Linda’s clit. Linda shook and she felt two tongues dancing around her clit. Mom’s fingers were now in Linda pussy and starting to massage her G spot. Linda was really moaning now as sucked on mom’s clit. Linda’s fingers found mom’s G spot and teased it just to make mom moan more. I turned and put my dick in Linda’s pussy from behind her. Mom face was now licking Linda’s pussy as I was fucking Linda. I felt mom’s tongue licking the underside of my dick as it slid back and forth in Linda.
Mom’s hot panting breath and her tongue on my dick was really a turn on and I was going to cum big as I felt my balls pull up tight. Both girls could tell it was coming and started licking each others clits fast. Linda was doing a 3 finger G spot massage to mom when it all happened….
Mom moaned loud and shook as Linda fast licked her clit, then I let go with a huge burst of cum in Linda as she shook and squirted. Mom began to shake as she moaned and licked my overflowing cum coming out of Linda’s pussy. I kept pumping and pumping as the feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, ever!
We all moaned as mom shook violently and squirted hard. This made Linda squirt again as mom moaned, trembled and shook some more. I heard the two girls moaning and I could feel them shaking and twisting their body’s together in another world of their own……
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To this day, mom, I and Linda return many times to that room, but,…. Linda always asks me… “Who IS that ‘Liz’ girl?”, and I always reply:
“Just a girl…. in mom’s dark room“……

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The Summer Job I’ll Never forget – Part 5

As the week moved along, I got the field work caught up and things on the farm were all going smoothly. Lori had to be gone for a couple of days to take care of some business in Lincoln and Alisha has been working on the books.

My Amazing Mason 7

Kaylee wakes up and finds out that she wasn’t dreaming, her deepest fantasies came true, but then something happened that made her so happy that she couldn’t stand it..

Sex-related poems

1.) SEX ( a poem I tried writing in a mans point of view)
Fuck me,
Suck me,
Make me pleased,
Let me make your wildest dreams.
Whip me,
Beat me,
Spank me please,
Kinky sex is all I need.
Harder,
Harder,
Harder please,
Make me moan with just one squeeze.
Grope me,
Hold me,
Kiss me please,
Just one chance to make me pleased.
2.) USED (a poem about losing my virginity at 12, to a 16yr old)
When we made love,
You were my first,
You were the best,
And I was your worst.
It hurt so bad,
It mad me all sad.
You didn’t even care,
Especially when you were done,
I bled, and I was scared,
You weren’t there.
I didn’t know what to do,
I couldn’t ask my mom,
And I couldn’t ask you.
I cried in horror,
I cried in pain,
I wished it was all over,
Before I went insane.

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The Ten of Them: chapter 17

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

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With death comes love

Yeah I know I’ve posted this like three times now BUT this is the final time I will post it, I chose to end it..Dont worry one day i will write a new story that will make each and everyone of you applaud me

My Amazing Step Sister Ashleigh

This this my first story, so please comment and rate! Feel free to PM me to let me know if I should work on a second part and edit some things to make it better.
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Hi, I’m Noah, I am 14 and quite inexperienced in sexual relations. With my dark brown eyes, short black hair, I’m about 5’ 4”, I’m not the worst pick there is. I’m not totally buff either but I’m at least within standards. I have a nice six pack and build and all but the best muscle on me is my 7 inch dick.  All of that is nothing compared to my older step sister, Ashleigh. She’s 16, is about 5’6”, with hazel eyes, and dirty blonde hair.  She looks like she’s got C cup breasts and she has a nice ass that jiggles and sways firmly when she walks around the house. I know it isn’t right to pay attention to her like that and I usually don’t, or at least I try not to since she’s my sister. Shes just so fucking gorgeous!
It began one evening after I’d eaten a late lynch. I was doing my science homework. What fuckin teacher gives homework on the last week of school!? Anyway, I thought she might be able to help me since she’s in a higher grader and stuff. It wasn’t hard, I was just too lazy and didn’t feel like getting my calculator out either for the formula math. Plus, I’d get the chance to be around her and maybe catch a glimpse of her cleavage if she leaned over. As I was walking out of my room I thought I’d try fake dropping my pencil across the room so she’d bend over and pick it up for me. I walked to her room down the hall but the door was closed. She probably didn’t want me to just waltz in there without knocking, but the TV was on so she wouldn’t even hear me so I just opened the door and walked in.  She didn’t like when I did things like this which is why we never got along like best friends like some other siblings do, but we were still okay with each other.
I saw no one was in there but here laptop was turned on on her desk. I decided I to see what she was doing on her there and wait until she came back from wherever she was. When I saw the screen I almost shat bricks, it was porn! I know that shouldn’t be abnormal to me since I watched porn everyday and jacked off once or twice too, but this was porn on Ashleigh’s laptop, not mine! I never thought she’d be the type of girl so mature, sophisticated and all to be watching this stuff. I was definitely turned on to know my step sister had a dirty mind of her own! 
I then on sat at her chair and started searching for videos to watch and jack off to. I was so horny now I’d forgotten I was within my sister’s domain and shouldn’t be doing that in there but I didn’t really give at the moment. After a few strokes I heard the shower turn off in her bathroom connected to her room. I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice she was in there when I first walked in and she was bound to come out any minute now  and see me jacking off to porn on her laptop….not a good place for me to be in.
In a panic I started shuffling my pants to pull and button them and I accidentally dropped her laptop! “Fuck”, I muttered. When I had my pants on good enough I picked up the laptop and quickly checked for any damage, there wasn’t any so I placed  it back on the desk in the same  position it was in when I had got there. As soon as I stood back up I saw Ashleigh fully clothed in the doorway looking at me with a scared expression in her eyes. She rushed over to  the desk and shut her laptop.
 “Noah, what are you doing  in here? The door was closed because I was taking a shower”, she exclaimed.
I stammered, “I needed some help with my science and I was just wondering if you’d help me Ash.”
“Yes, fine, but don’t come in without knocking or wait til I come back in next time.” I saw her glance at her laptop with a worried face, hoping I hadn’t seen what she was doing with it.
She took my hand and walked me out of her room. Before she turned around to close it her eyes flicked down and caught my hard dick bulging in my pants. I thought I saw her give a naughty smile as she turned away to close the door but I wasn’t sure. I was just glad I hadn’t been caught masturbating to her porn and that she wasn’t too mad at me.
While she was helping me with my work I couldn’t keep my dick under control. It was pitching a major tent as I was sitting at my desk. As I had hoped, Ashleigh had to lean over since I didn’t have another chair for her. She was wearing a blue tank top with a white bra underneath and I kept getting peeks at her cleavage. I loved whenever she’d write something I wasn’t paying attention to and her breasts would moved slightly with her soft, smooth skin. I wasn’t sure if she’d caught me looking but out of my trance I heard  her say, “Noah, are you paying attention?” I quickly looked at her and nodded my head. Then she remarked, “I meant to the lesson” with a smile while looking in my eyes. I didn’t say anything back out of fear that she’d caught me staring at her. I wasn’t gonna dare try that pencil idea I had earlier after everything that had already happened. It was then that I noticed my hard on was opening my zipper since I didn’t get to completely close it while I was pulling up my pants in her room. I quickly took my hands off my desk and covered my crotch. She took a look at my lap from the corner of her eye and smiled again. I saw her nipples were starting to get hard through the fabric and my dick made a sharp twitch in my pants. 
Ashleigh said “See it’s really easy to do but I’m not going to do all of it for you” and started to leave. When she got to my door she turned around, looked at me and said “Although it was fun, uh, helping you get a strong, hard start.” I heard her giggle a bit when she was out of sight.
What was that supposed to mean? Did she notice me staring at her? Did she know I had a hard on because of her and enjoy giving me one? Whatever it was I needed release and fast. 
As soon as I heard her door close I busted of our my pants and started beating off slowly to the thought of my sister wanting to turn me on. I was sitting on my bed and when I lifted my head in ecstasy to blow saying, ” Oh God Ash” and I saw Ashleigh standing at my door watching me. I was about to pass out from my massive orgasm and her scaring me shitless like that didn’t help. I wondered if she had heard me say her name when I started cumming but I was already streaming my load shot by shot out onto the floor. She stammered  “I-I think forgot my pencil in here and I came to get it back. I accidentally walked in- oh Noah I’m sorry .” She hurried in my room and looked for her pencil which had must have fallen on the floor when she left because a string of cum had landed across her pencil.
When she found it she bent over to pick it up while staring at my dick in my hand. She picked it up with her thumb and middle finger and as it came off the ground I must have imagined it because I think I  saw her quickly swipe up a bit my man juice off the floor with her index finger. She started to lean more towards the floor as of she wanted to lick it up but she hesitated, stood up with her hands behind her back, and backed up to the door. Ogling my dick she said “Again, I’m really sorry Noah. I didn’t mean to catch you but I didn’t want to interrupt your ‘fun’. Please don’t think bad of me it really was an accident.” With that she turned away and I saw her move her hands up to her face then she stuck her finger in her mouth then flicked the pen with her tongue. That quick sight caused my dick to jump in my hand again and one little rope of cum shot out onto the floor again.
I was just sat there trying to process what had just happened. How long was she watching, why was she staring at my dick the whole she talked to me, was it just me or did she actually taste my cum before she left? I was too baffled by all that had happened to think straight so I  got a washcloth and wiped up my mess from the floor and lied down on my bed. I knew things wouldn’t ever be the same between me andy step sister from now on. It sure wasn’t but I had no idea things would take a turn for the good. 
It was hard to fall asleep with everything that had occurred today so I dozed off pretty late. Late at night I heard someone open my door but I was too groggy to process everything and it all just seemed kinda like a dream. I was facing away from the door and I heard Ashleigh walk in. I knew it was her because she said “I was getting really cold in my room and I wanted to sleep in here so you could ‘warm me up'”.
I didn’t say anything but made some noise and she must’ve take that as a yes because she closed the door then took up my covers to slide in my bed behind me. 
I was snoring a bit and she probably thought I was still deep asleep because within moments she had her arm reached over me with her hand inside my boxers I sleep in fondling my cock and balls. Like I said, I was too groggy to realize what was really going on and my sister, in my bed, playing with me, was so unreal my mind decided this was just all a dream.
I was starting to get hard in my half sleep as she squeezed and felt all over my junk. “Oh fuck yes, just what I want. Your cum tasted so good earlier I just need to have it again” she purred. She then threw the cover off of us and slowly turned me on my back and crawled in between my legs. I felt her soft skin along my thighs and lower legs, she was naked! My erect cock was standing straight up in attention toward the ceiling. Ashleigh took her right hand and wrapped it around my shaft with a tight grip. She proceeded to move her thumb up and down then slid it along the crease at the crown of my head. Her left hand then cupped my balls which were getting hot with cum boiling up inside them and jiggled them a bit. I heard her whisper “Oh yeah, I want to taste your hard meat and hot  cum. By the way you were heating off to me earlier I know you want me to have it too. Even if you are asleep I can at least give you the best wet dream ever.” 
She then started slowly stroking my entire cock with her tight hand. I moaned a bit and she stopped for a second, smiled and continued at a faster pace. The hand on my balls began softly tugging at the skin and my pubes. My breathing increased and the blood began pumping hard in my dick. Ashleigh then used both hands to stroke me and moved her face closer as I felt her increased breathing on my head. Her twisting hands felt so good I don’t know how I didn’t fully awaken or even bust yet! The hand on the bottom stopped and gripped the base of my cock while the other pumped the rest of my dick furiously, focusing mainly around the head. 
After about 30 seconds of that, her hand released my based and her fingertips traced my tip as she kept pumping. I made some more noises in pleasure as I was about to explode and she went back to two hands with and even tighter grasp. “Oh my God, yes! Please cum now, I’m so thirsty for all of your hot juices” she moaned. Instantly I started shooting my load straight at her face, she was still pumping me so it landed on her chin, hands, arms, and some on my stomach. She was still trying to squeeze the rest of it out after I was spent and licked up her chin, and arms. She took each finger and slowly sucked off the cum then moved up to slurp up all that was on my stomach. “Fucking delicious” she said. 
Ashleigh got out of my bed an started to pull the covers back up but stopped. She leaned over and saw a little last bit of cum that oozed out on my head. I felt her the tip of her tongue slide into it and the her lips encased the head. The feeling of her sucking out what little left I had and help tongue swirling around was fucking marvelous! “That was wonderful” she said softly, “That better be a dream you’ll remember. Next time I think I’ll suck that fine cock while you’re awake.” That was the best feeling ever! But unfortunately since I was still dozing, it would have to be the best wet dream for me.
She pulled my boxers back on, then the covers under my arms. She walked over to my face and planted a few soft kisses on my cheek while squeezing her boob and rubbing herself, then slowly kissed my lips and walked out my room and whispered…. “Sweet dreams” with a smile on her face, licking her lips.
 
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my new submissive family – Part 4 Stacy’s training

Part 4
For the next couple days, Lisa asked me a lot of questions and slowly relaxed around me. My interaction with the rest of my new family is almost strictly related to food. The only exception is the need to wash off Tom and Mary. They seemed to have shit on themselves a few times. Both of them were begging and pleading for me to release them, but I didn’t think they were ready yet.
After another day, I decided it was time to test the programming. I set the recording to stop in just as I would enter the cell. I wore my robe and placed a taser in the pocket.
I walked into Tom & Mary’s cell. I walked up to the computer and clicked off the script, turned towards them and said. “How are my two slaves this morning?”
Both were looking at me trying to shake their heads “good”, their eyes locked on me. There was no hate in their eyes. If I were reading their looks correctly, they desired to know what I wanted them to do.
As I removed Mary’s harness and mouthpiece, she said. “Good morning Master. How may I serve you?”
“After I remove Tom’s harness, you both will find out.”
I removed Tom’s harness and mouthpiece and he stated “Thank you Master, how may I serve you?”
I started “I have a small task for you. You are going to teach someone how to suck my cock. You will explain to this student, that since they are my slave, they are to learn how to please me and that their first lesson will be to learn how to suck my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes master” they replied.
“We are going to start by showing Lisa how to suck cock.”
“But she is too young?” Mary replied.
At that point, I knew that the treatment hadn’t quite taken effect yet.
I instructed Tom and Mary to their table.
Tom turned around saying “No, I won’t get back on that fucking table! I refu…”
Tom’s comment was cut short from a violent shaking caused from the jolt of my taser.
“I don’t make requests. Mary, assist me moving Tom back onto his table. I want him to lie on his back.”
We placed Tom on his table we proceeded to secure his arms, legs and head. I handed Mary the Anal dildo and the nipple clamps. While I replaced the harness onto Tom’s head and inserted his mouthpiece and tongue clamp. I had Mary attach the other attachments onto Tom. I went over to the computer and started Tom’s portion of the program but with shorter pauses between jolts. In a matter of seconds, Tom woke up and realized that his nightmare had begun again. His ass, nipples and tongue were on fire and there was nothing he could do but scream.
I had not pleasured myself in a couple days so I pointed at Toms cock shouting at Mary “Start sucking” as I proceeded to step behind her. As Mary started to suck Toms cock, I slipped my cock into Mary’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Tom’s cock had responded to Mary. I pulled my cock out and had Mary climb up onto the table and sit on Tom’s cock. As soon as she had buried it all the way in, I stepped up and slammed my cock deep into her ass. I could feel Tom’s cock jump from the jolts right through Mary’s.
I hammered my cock unmercifully until I filled her ass with my sperm.
I quickly pulled out and told Mary to get up onto her table. As Mary walked to her table, she started to plead, “Master, I promise to do better. I will do as you command, just please don’t”
“Get on your table now” I commanded, cutting her pleas off.
Mary quickly got on her table. I tightened the restraints. I grabbed 3 of her instruments. The vagina dildo, and both nipple clamps. After I inserted the dildo and clipped on the clamps, I programmed the computer to randomly discharge the three points rapidly. Mary’s eyes opened wide and she screamed when the pain hit. I walked over and placed her harness on her head and inserted the mouthpiece. Mary was very cooperative, between the screams.
“I was very disappointed in the both of you. I gave you a task and you questioned it. You had doubts. Understand you no longer have children to worry about; they are my slaves. You do not have each other to worry about; you are my slaves. You will do what I tell you to do. Without hesitation! Trust me when I say, this punishment can get worse, much worse.”
The quick DP of Mary had not entirely fulfilled my needs and seeing Mary so eagerly wanting to please her master, I proceeded to stick my hard cock into Mary’s mouth. Mary did all she could to try to suck on my cock. The mouthpiece prevented her from biting my cock when the shocks hit. Mary clamped down on my cock with her lips and sucked with everything she could. Her tongue lapped and played with my cock like it was her final meal. It was not long before my cock was nice and hard. I shoved my cock all the way down her throat. Between her gags and the tightening of her neck muscles from the shocks, it was a pleasant feeling. I removed my cock from her mouth as she gasped for air.
Mary’s ass was still prepped from the previous fuck so I placed my cock head at her anus and shoved. I am not sure if she groaned because of me or a shock, but her ass tightened around my cock like a vise. The feeling of her ass tightening in irregular intervals was incredible. It felt like her body was a machine designed just to suck my cock into her ass. She was an electric anal cock vibrator. It wasn’t long before I unloaded into her bowels again. After I pulled my cock out of her ass, I replaced it with the anal dildo and also clipped the tongue clip. I also inserted Toms Cock tube before changing the program to include all of the attachments.
“Good night my pets” I said as I left to grab myself a shower.
Over the next couple days I watched Tom and Mary closely. I enjoyed fucking Mary while she was still plugged in. During the couple days, I gave then a few minutes occasionally to rest.
After those couple days ended, I decided it was time for another test. Stacey was trying to be defiant and not learning her Principles so she was going to be the instrument of the test.
I walked into the cell. They both watched me walk up to the computer and stop the programs.
“Good morning slaves. I have a new task for both of you. First, Posted on the door are your slave rules. You will need to start learning these quickly. Start with the Hand Communications and Positions. Second, Stacey has been denying her servitude towards me. She has already shown defiance to learning these Principles. Therefore I am going to place her in your hands. You are going to initiate her Sexual training. You are to abuse her, fuck her, suck her, slap her, and convince her that she is my slave and she is to serve me. I have verified that she is a virgin, so enjoy it. Train her well. I will provide you with toys. You will have 24 hours to complete her training. Do not fail me. Do you understand?
They both shook their heads yes.
I removed all the attachments and released them from their tables. I informed them that they had to be ready in about 16 hours and that they were also to shower, eat and grab some sleep. I would awaken them before their task was to begin.
“Yes Master” was all I heard before they quickly headed to the shower. I grabbed the computer cart and wheeled it into storage. I turned the monitoring system to the shower room and listened.
Tom: “I am glad the Master let us off the tables. I didn’t know how much more I could handle of that infernal machine.”
Mary: I am glad also. Stacey sure must have made the Master mad.”
Tom: “Well we had better hurry up and get some sleep or we won’t be worth shit. One thing is for sure, I don’t want to displease him again.”
Mary: “Neither do I”
They quickly finished their showers; dried off, wolfed down the food I left them. As I shut off my monitor, they were intently reading their rules.
I had a few errands to run that kept me out of the house for most of the day.
When I returned, I brought food for Lisa and Anna. I went to my study and took a look at Stacey. She was sitting on her bed staring into space. I turned on the video recorder to Stacey’s cell, gathered a few items together and headed to awaken Tom and Mary.
Both woke up as I opened their cell door.
“Good Morning Master!” they stated.
“Good Afternoon. Hope you slept well.”
“Yes Master, very well”
“Now here is a box of toys that you may need shortly. I wanted you to be ready when I need you. Mary, I want you to suck Tom and get him nice and hard, but do not let him cum. And as for you Tom, lick Mary’s pussy and get her ready also. I will return in a few minutes to collect you both. Be ready!”
“Yes Master!” they both exclaimed.
Stacey jumped when she heard me open her cell door.
“Hello my pet. How are you doing this evening?” I said
Stacey started to rattle off a bunch of questions “Where are my mom and dad? Where are my sisters? When are you going to let us go home? Why are you doing this to us?”
I cut her off saying “First of all, this is your home now. You are my property. Today is your first lesson. You are going to learn how to be a good sex slave. We can do this with me or with your parents. I would be the slow and easy way, or a fast and painful way with your parents. I prefer the slow way. The slow way is the least painful. Actually, it could be quite enjoyable for us both.”
Stacey cowered in the corner of her bed and shouted “I don’t care what way you want, you ain’t touching me you pervert! I am not your slave. My mom and dad would never do anything like that to me!”
“So you want it the painful way. I expected that since you have refused to learn your principles. I could give you a choice, I could chain you up and fuck you hard or I could bring in your parents to train you. I think I will just bring your parents”
As I turned to leave the cell I said “Be right back with your instructors“
I opened up Tom and Mary’s cell and said “collect your toys and follow me.”
As I walked towards Stacey’s cell, Tom and Mary were following closely behind like kids on Christmas morning.
As we entered the cell, I pointed down at the floor to the location I wanted Tom and Mary to stand. Stacey jumped up racing towards Tom and Mary shouting “Mom, Dad, What is going on?”
I grabbed Stacey before she could reach them. I scooped her up and held her away from them. She started screaming for help from Tom and Mary, but they remained frozen behind me. I threw Stacey down on her bed and held her there. I told her to stay on her bed until I leave and then she will be able to spend time with them.
“Let me introduce your instructors; Tom and Mary. You will refer them as your instructors. Tom, Mary, This is Stacey, your student. She is yours to instruct.”
I turned to head out the door I said “You have your task. I will check back later to check on your progress.”
“Yes Master” was the last words I heard as I walked out the cell and locked the door.
I walked down to my study and brought up the camera. I needed Stacey to be broken.
Stacey jumped up and ran to Tom and Mary jumping into their arms. “Dad, Mom, what is going on?”
Tom grabbed Stacey by the arm. “Did you refuse to serve the master?”
Stacey: “Of course. I wouldn’t let that asshole touch me!”
Tom reached back and slapped Stacey across the face. Stacey hit the floor and looked up in terror. Tom had never hit her before. Stacey looked at Mary expecting protection, but all she heard was “You should have listened to the Master. Now we will have to teach you how to act properly towards him.”
“WHAT! What has he done to you?” Stacey shouted
Mary reached over and grabbed Stacey by the hair, dragging her towards Tom. She pushed Stacey’s face towards his cock saying “And your first lesson is cock sucking. Open your mouth and start sucking!”
“NOOOO, MOM!” Stacey shouted. As Stacey said ‘mom’, Mary shoved Tom’s cock between her lips.
Stacey pushed against Tom’s waist with all her might to get away from them.
“OK, if she doesn’t want to suck, I guess we need to open up her other holes first.” Tom said to Mary.
Mary grabbed the cuffs from the box and quickly put Stacey’s hands behind her back. Mary rolled her over onto her back and sat on her face saying “If you won’t suck cock, lets see if you would prefer to start with sucking my pussy.”
Mary then grabbed Stacy by the arms and rolled her on top of her so that Stacey was face down looking at Mary’s pussy. Tom got above them and held Stacey down.
“Tom, now you can fuck her holes, and I get a great view!” Mary stated.
“When was the last time you ever got a chance to eat a virgin pussy Mary? You get her pussy ready and I will suck on her virgin ass. Of course, neither will be virgin much longer.”
Stacey couldn’t believe her ears. What has happened to her parents? They were talking about fucking me in my pussy and ass. How could they? Why are they raping me?
As Mary started licking on the pussy, Tom started sticking his tongue in Stacey’s ass.
They both playfully took turns moving back and forth between both holes.
“I think it is about time to deflower our student. And you have front row seating Mary.”
As Tom sat up and placed his hard cock at the wet pussy he said “I haven’t had a cherry in years. Not since I had yours Mary”
Mary started to lick Tom’s cock and Stacey’s pussy. Tom slowly started to push, as the head slowly disappeared into Stacey’s body.
“NO DAD! STOP, PLEASE DON’T!” Stacey screamed.
Mary reached down and grabbed Stacey’s head and pushed it into her pussy “You should be eating my pussy, not talking.”
As Tom pushed his cock in, he felt Stacey trying to squeeze him out. She was trying to prevent the invasion from her father. Tom felt her hymen resist and then finally succumb. Stacey screamed out in pain as she felt like she was being ripped in half.
Tom continued to push his cock until it had completely disappeared inside her pussy. As he pulled in back, Mary could see lines of blood on his cock.
Tom commented “Damn she is tight. I think she is even tighter than you were, Mary.”, as he continued his assault on the young pussy.
“Well, I was a couple years older and you had made me very wet before you stuck that beautiful cock into me. You didn’t have to hold me down to fuck me.”
Stacey couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. Nothing made sense. Why are they acting like this? Why are they hurting me?
Mary watched Tom slam his cock into Stacey repeatedly. Mary remembered the joy of him shoving his cock into her. The feelings when the Master shoved his cock into her in the garage. Tom looked so sexy fucking Stacey. Mary started to lick on Stacey’s clit.
Stacey stopped struggling. There was obviously nothing she could do to prevent this assault so she just gave up.
“Mary, I think she is trying to ignore us, don’t you think?”
“Well, I know she is not sucking on my pussy like she should, I think our student needs a little incentive to regain her interest into her studies. Why don’t you try the other hole?”
Tom pulled his cock out of Stacey’s pussy and raised it a little higher.
Stacey felt Tom place his cock at the entrance to her ass. She squeezed it tight hoping it would prevent him from what ever he had planned.
“NO, DON’T YOU DARE! STOP IT! YOU BOTH SICK! YOU’RE HURTING ME” Stacey shouted as Tom pushed.
“The more you resist, the more it will hurt. I will fuck your ass. You will get use to having a cock in your pussy and ass. Yours is my first virgin ass and I will enjoy it!” Tom shouted as he shoved hard. The head popped past Stacey’s sphincter muscle. Stacey screamed in pain and continued to scream for several minutes while tears poured out of her eyes. Suddenly, Stacey stopped screaming, stopped crying, and stopped moving. Stacey had given up. The people she loved had hurt her in ways she had never imagined.
This was what I was looking for. Stacey’s spirit had been broken. Now she was ready to be molded into my pet. I stood up from my desk and turned off the monitor. I grabbed some dinner and placed it in Tom & Mary’s cell.
Tom and Mary both looked up as I opened the cell door.
“Stop what you’re doing! Take all your toys and put Stacey on her bed. Return to your cell NOW.” I said trying to sound angry.
Tom quickly pulled his cock from Stacey’s ass and picked her up off of Mary. They removed the cuffs and put Stacey on her bed before quickly moving back to their cell. They both had looks of disappointment, confusion, and terror on their faces. They thought they had done something wrong, but they were not sure what it was. They thought they were going to be put back on their tables.
I followed them back to their cells. “You did good both of you. Here is some dinner. Since you’re both quite sexually charged, you may indulge yourselves for the rest of the night.”
Tom looked up at me inquisitively and said “But Master, we failed to train her.”
I looked at him “You proceeded as I commanded. Do not question the results. I gave you direction and you proceeded towards the completion as I needed. I determine when something is completed, I determine when you have been successful or if you have failed. You will finish learning your principles. From now on, questioning my commands will be punished. Now good night”
Both Tom and Mary said their good nights as I left their cell.
I headed back to Stacey’s cell. She has coiled up into the fetal position on her bed. She was not making a sound. I walked up to her and gently stood her up. I walked her from her cell into the shower room. I turned on the hot water and started to gently wash her abused body. Stacey just stood there with a blank look on her face. I washed and rinsed her hair. Then I soaped up a soft cloth and proceeded to wash her face, ears and neck. I stepped behind her, putting my chest against her back.
“You’re safe now.” I whispered into her ear.
I stepped back and washed her back and arms. Her body is so firm and soft. I stepped in front and started to wash her chest. My hands moving around those perfect mounds. I tweaked one of her nipples, but she didn’t respond. I continued to wash her stomach and waist. As I started to wash her privates, I motioned for her to spread her legs, which she did very nonchalantly. I was very gentle when I washed her abused pussy and asshole. Then I finished washing her legs and feet. I moved her under the warm water spray.
“Rinse yourself off and enjoy the warm water. I will return shortly with a towel.” I told her. I was going to give her some time to relax.
I went to my kitchen and put together some hot food and drink for us. I brought it down and placed into the larger living cell that will be Stacey’s new quarters.
As I walked into the shower room, Stacey was directing the shower towards her sore shoulders.
“Come here” I said as I opened up a soft towel, directing her to step into. She stepped into the towel and let me dry her body off. I turned off the water and directed her to follow me.
Stacey started to turn into her old cell, “No, this way” I said.
As we entered her new cell, I directed her to sit on the bed next to the table. I moved the hot dinner before her. She looked up at me.
“Go ahead and eat” I said
Stacey quickly devoured the first hot meal she has had in days.
After she finished I told her it was time to sleep. As I lay down, I had her lay down beside me, with her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her as I pulled the blanket over her.
“You’re safe in your Master’s arms” I whispered as I shut off the light.
At first she remained still, unsure, but after a while she relaxed. Her breathing slowed and she snuggled up tight.
By morning we both had moved. Stacey had rolled over and I was spooned behind her. Her head was cradled in my left arm and my right was wrapped across her chest up to her neck. She looked so peaceful lying there.
I started to lightly kiss her neck and shoulder. With my right hand I started to massage her shoulder and arm. She opened up her neck to me. Still not awake, as her body responded to my touch. I brought my hand down and gently rubbed her breasts. I could start to hear low moans coming from her. As my cock started to harden, I noticed that it was pressing between her legs. Her left leg was lying on top of my leg so I lifted my leg to place my cock against her pussy. I reached down and started to rub her leg moving slowly towards her pussy.
As my fingers started to rub her puffy lips, she spread her legs. This freed my cock allowing me to slide it up and down against her. I noticed that she was getting very wet and her breathing had deepened. While rubbing my cock, it had worked its way between her lips. All I had to do was press the head with my finger, allowing it to push its way into her. She was so wet, so hot, and so tight that I had to work hard to keep from slamming myself into her. I took my time, slowly inching myself into her. I would push in a little and pull back a little, only to push in a bit more. It seemed like an eternity before I was completely engulfed. I started long, slow and steady strokes. After a few minutes, Stacey started to push down on my cock as I thrust into her. She kept trying to speed things up, but I was determined to keep things at my pace. Several times I found myself trying to keep pace with her hips to prevent any movement within her.
Suddenly Stacey gave out a loud groan as she tried to burry my cock into her. When I looked at her face, she had a look of terror and ecstasy. Between the feelings that her body was feeling and the thoughts of me fucking her, she didn’t know what to do. Despite any thoughts of terror, her body was running on auto-pilot.
“Oh God. What’s happening to me? What are you doing to meeeee?” Stacey screamed.
I picked up my pace to maintain her state, but controlled it to preventing an orgasm. Soon she was grabbing at my waist trying to pull me deeper. She tried to move her hand to her pussy to rub her clit. I wrapped my arms around her to control her, holding her hands up above her waist. Stacey was trying everything she could to gain that sexual release. Anything she could to peak those unfamiliar, wonderful, terrifying, glorious, electric feelings running rampant through her body.
I stopped thrusting and said “Would you prefer me to stop?”
“Please don’t! Please don’t stop!” Stacey cried.
I started to slowly slide my cock out.
“You’re driving me crazy? Please fuck me. Fuck me hard!” She pleaded.
“Ask your master nicely and I might be merciful” I said mockingly
“Please Master PLEASE! I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK PLEASE FUCK ME!” she screamed.
“Anything? I don’t ask for anything.” I said, “I demand everything, total obedience and total commitment. Your entire body is mine to explore, to use, to enjoy for what ever I desire. Your only desire is to please me.”
“YESSS! ANYTHING YOU DESIRE MASTER, ANYTHING, EVERYTHING! PLEASE MASTER, SHOW MERCY!” Stacey screamed.
I grabbed one of her hands and moved it down to her pussy to have her feel my cock sliding into her pussy. I wrapped one of my fingers around her wrist and started to tweak her clit. My other hand started to play with her nipples while I sucked on the nape of her neck. I picked up my pace and started to slam my cock into her harder and faster. Stacey kept pushing down on my cock trying to drive me deeper into her pussy.
“MASTER!” Stacey screamed. Every muscle in her body was convulsing.
I felt that molten lava rapidly building inside me. With Stacey’s body clamping down on my cock, I released a flood of seed deep inside her, flooding her cavity with its first taste of my passion. I continued to shoot into her for several more thrusts and I stopped. Stacey’s body stopped moving momentarily as if she forgot how to breathe. Finally she remembered and grabbed a deep breath.
We laid still for several minutes until our breathing slowed down some. Stacey grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her.
“Master, I know this was opposite from what my mom and dad did to me, but will it always be this way?” She asked.
“No it will not always be this way; it can be better, or worse. But it is not up to you to judge. You are my sub, your goal is to give pleasure to me or whom ever I tell you to. Sometimes you will receive immediate pleasure, other times it will be delayed, or it may not be at all. That is not your concern; your only desire will be to please. Think about this, before this morning, you wouldn’t have even let me touch you, and now you were begging me to fuck you. Think what you could learn if you are willing to let me lead you, what you will experience if you serve me”
“Yes Master, please teach me to please you”
“Do you know how to suck cock?” I asked.
“I tried it once, and he said I was good” replied Stacey
“Well then let’s see just how good you are. Here is what I want you to do. I want you to make me cum twice, the first time within 10 minutes, and the second time about 30 minutes after you get me hard.”
Stacey nodded her head in excitement as she quickly leaned over to start. My cock was semi-hard after the fucking we had so I thought it wouldn’t be hard to arouse me, but I was wrong. Stacey clamped onto the head of my cock and started sucking it like a baby bottle. She actually sucked so hard that it hurt and her teeth rubbed several times. It was quickly becoming too painful to continue. It was a matter of a few seconds and I had taken about all I could.
I grabbed Stacey by the head and looked into her eyes saying “We have a lot of work to teach you. Sucking cock is about giving pleasure, not just how hard you can suck.”
I could tell Stacey was not happy that she had not been able to please me.
“Start like this” I said as I grabbed Stacey’s hand and placed her finger in my mouth. I started to suck lightly while running my tongue around her finger. Then I slowly started to slide her finger in and out of my mouth.
“It isn’t about intensity, but touch and feel. There is more to a cock then just the head as there is more to your mouth then just your lips. Use your tongue, your lips, your throat, but generally watch your teeth. Lick and suck the entire cock, the balls and surrounding area. Breath through your nose and you will be able to take a cock deeper.”
Stacey started to lick my cock head and then moved down the shaft licking and sucking. As she started to lick my balls, I told her to take extra care with them because they were extra sensitive to pressure and pain. She worked back up to the head and slowly slid it between her lips. She began to explore my cock with her mouth. She slid the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked lightly. Her tongue was licking my cock head while she pulled my cock in deeper. She began to fuck her mouth with this object of her desire. She looked up at me looked up at me and read approval of her performance.
I pulled my cock out and pushed her down onto the bed. I straddled her head, placing my cock back into her mouth. I then spread her legs and began to lick her beautiful pussy. It didn’t take long for Stacey to start moaning and grinding her hips. I could tell that Stacey was quickly approaching an orgasm so I let up on the sensations. Stacey lifted her hips trying to stop the torture that she knew had begun. As she began to calm down, I resumed my sucking and tonguing of her delicious pussy. I had a wonderful view of her asshole and ensured that there were plenty of fluids flowing down. After a couple minutes, Stacey was again approaching her orgasm, so again I stopped my lashing.
“Please Master, don’t torture me again. Please master, Let me come!” Stacey begged.
I started to play with her clit with my fingers while I said. “If you want me to let you come, you have two things to accomplish. The first is to work on pushing my cock deeper into your mouth until your lips reach the base. To do this, you will have to learn to overcome your gag reflex and breathe through your nose while sucking my cock. The second item for you to accomplish is to prepare your ass for me. Reach your hands around to your ass and feel. You will notice there is spit and pussy juice on your asshole. You will use your fingers, and rub those juices into your ass. Then starting with one finger you will begin to fuck your ass. Then you will make it two fingers, then three, and then finally four fingers. Once I have felt your lips at the base of my cock and you are fucking yourself, in your ass with at least four fingers, I will let you orgasm. Until then, I will neither let you rest nor orgasm.”
Stacey reached around and felt the juices that had overflowed from her cunt. Stacey started to complain, but was quickly overcome by pleasure as I began my assault on her clit. Several times I brought her close to her orgasm and then pulled back before she started to push my cock deeper into her mouth. Several times she gagged, but she kept trying to push it deeper into her throat. After the fourth time she approached an orgasm she had engulfed my cock entirely. Her hands had grabbed her butt cheeks, but she had not started to play with her asshole yet.
As she approached an orgasm for the fifth time, she pleaded “Master, please don’t make me fuck my ass. Please let me come!”
I ignored her pleas as I pulled back again. As Stacey moved her finger to her moist asshole, I resumed my teasing her clit. Soon she inserted her first finger into her ass followed shortly thereafter with a second finger. By the time I had her close to another orgasm, she had three fingers buried in her backside.
I started to back off, but she picked up the pace of her fucking her ass and I could tell it was bringing her close to her desired orgasm. I stopped licking her pussy therefore preventing her orgasm. Stacey quickly inserted the fourth finger and began to rapidly fuck her ass. Right at this time, Stacey shoved my cock completely down her throat. She had done what I had commanded, so I began to lick and suck on her pussy. As she approached her orgasm, I could tell she was going to do all she could to do to ensure that she reached an orgasm. Stacey again deep throated my cock and shoved as much of her hand into her ass as she could fit. I continued my sucking, to the point where Stacey’s body began to shake and stiffen. Stacey lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head trying to prevent me from releasing. After a few seconds I lightly bit down on Stacey’s abused clit sending her out of control. Her body straightened out and she screamed.
Stacey remained still for a several minutes. During this time I turned around and moved down between her legs.
Placing her legs on my shoulders, I placed the tip of my cock at her anus. Not giving her time to fully recover, I started to push my cock deep onto her ass. As I started to fuck her ass, she started to push back. Stacey quickly grabbed my legs trying to pull me in deeper.
“Oh God Master, Fuck my ass.”
After everything, I knew that I wasn’t going to last too long. Soon I could feel that familiar build-up. I could tell that Stacey was also approaching that point of no return. Stacey’s body tensed up again just as I began to flood her ass with my sperm. I slammed my cock deep into her ass one final time.
As my cock went limp, it popped out of her ass. I crawled up beside her as she cuddled up next to me.
“Not bad for a first day of training. Maybe tomorrow, I may have you come with me into Anna’s cell for her first day of training.”
“Master, Anna has no idea of the pleasures. I would be honored to serve you in any way I can”
Stacey placed her head on my shoulder as we drifted to sleep.

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Beth Pony girl 3 – Sunday

The last two days have been fantastic and today there are even bigger surprises as this old western town continues to host a very different adult fun fair. you should read the previous submissions before continuing.

In The Back of A Truck

I watched him from across the room, I pretended to watch the video game machine, and not really watch him watching me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a satin red jacket. His black hair was flipped on the ends and tousled. He was with one of my close friends; I wasn’t very sure how she had landed a guy that looked like this one. He was the new guy in school, new and very dark and handsome. He had a mysterious air about him that I decided right off the bat was just arrogance. Perhaps, he was just testing the water, I had news for him, he had picked the saint of the bunch of my friends, and I was the lowest of the bunch, the bad girl more or less. I moved around the video machines, aware that his eyes were on me at all times. The relationship with my friend as I had predicted was very short lived, he as indeed a bad boy according to her. He had come to her house afterschool. She lived on the farm just up the road from me, she had showed him the animals, taken him up on the hill behind the house and lastly apparently to her room. He had gotten “forward” according to her and attempted to touch her tits. I had to laugh when she told me this, how ridiculous. I had, had many boyfriends, while I was still a virgin I at least let the ones I dated for a while maybe touch my tits, and I didn’t freak out about as she was. She was going to break up with him but she was afraid to tell him. Worse she wanted me to talk to him and see if I could get him to stop being “forward” with her, and perhaps they would be okay. She had told me he was just a phenomenal kisser with the greatest set of lips, and the best tongue she had ever let explores her mouth. Begrudgingly, I agreed to talk to him. She gave me his phone number. That afternoon I got home, I pulled the piece of paper out of my jeans and was about to pick up the phone when I realized that my hand was shaking.
I sat for quite some time and tried to regain some composer to make a call. So I sat and calmly picked up the phone, I dialed the number and listened to the ringing in my ear. Two, three, finally on the fourth ring a woman answered the phone, I asked for him, she politely told me he wasn’t home yet, and she could take a message. I sat for a second, should I leave one? Yes, I decided I left my name and phone number and hung up the phone. I went to the kitchen to make something to eat I was starving; my only other activity was to go to the family room where my sister had the Electric Company promptly tuned in as she did every afternoon. The phone rang, I yelled that I had it, and ran to my bedroom; I answered the phone, “hello”. There was a pause, and he said my name, I knew it was him. He had sort of a quiet raspy voice that sounded like heaven in my ears. He sounded somewhat surprised that I had his number, and was calling him. We chatted about random things for a few moments when I decided to get down to the meat of the conversation. I told him that I was calling because my friend had asked me to, that she had certainly decided he was too forward and needed to break up unless he would stop. He asked me what I meant by that. I could feel my face heat up, what was I going to say? Finally I said, “Look y our touching her places that she doesn’t like.” He was quiet then I heard him chuckle. He told me that he was breaking up with her anyway, the plan was to meet me, and the only person he knew that knew me was her. Or so he tells me….
I was turning 16, a 16th Birthday party was what every girl at that age dreams of. My parents allowed me to invite as many as I wanted, they had a ton of food and drinks, and volleyball etc… The only problem was it was hotter than hell on my birthday. I had a nice tight pair of new Jordache jeans, the popular jeans of the 1980’s, a half shirt that was pink and purple stripped. We ate, had a good time, and toward the end of the night after the guy of my dreams cooked at the party we decided to retire to my basement for a game of spin the bottle. Of course secretly I prayed that the bottle didn’t land on him and anyone, and not me, I didn’t want my first kiss with him to be in front of anyone else. Low and behold as fate would have it the bottle landed on him and my cousin, she was more than willing to get her mouth on his, she made sure it was a long grinding kiss. I could feel my temper starting to rise, and she knew I had it bad for him the last few months since he had broken up with my friend. He and I talked every night, night after night for the last several months. Finally, he pulled away from her, rather forcefully, everyone laughed. Finally the night began to wind down, it was just he and I left at the house. I walked him outside to the truck it was dark finally and no one was out on our property as it was pretty large and not many neighbors in the area. We talked and I fiddled with my fingers, and was afraid to look him in the eye. He took his hand, and chucked it under my chin lifting it toward his face. His lips brushed softly against mine and then the kiss deepened, he pushed me against the truck as his tongue hit mine, and sent a shiver down my spine. The kiss lasted to me what seemed like a lifetime, and when we finally drew apart I gasped in cool air. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I sent him on his way that night, and went upstairs to my room; I lay in bed thinking about that long kiss, and what it had meant. He was the hottest guy I had ever kissed, hell he was the hottest guy I had every laid eyes on that wasn’t in a magazine. I thought more, and more about that kiss, when I touched my lips, I ran my ring finger over my bottom lip and down my chin to my neck. My hand trailed down to my firm, large breast I reached into my pink cotton gown and softly stroked my nipple. It was hard, and I softly pulled and then squeezed rolling it gently between my index finger and thumb. My pussy was throbbing, and most definitely wet through my white cotton bikini panties. I ran my hand down my flat bell gently, because that turned me on more. I reached the edge of my underwear and my fingers slipped into my panties. I could feel just the top of where my soft long hair started. I ran my fingers further feeling the top of my lips. I moved my hand down my lips gently stroking them. My fingers could feel the wetness that seeped from between my little slit. My breathing became shorter and heavier, I was turned on as I continued to think about his lips on my lips. I spread my legs apart, and moved my fingers into my parting pussy lips. I reached in and felt the silky wet skin of inner lips. They were slick and wet; I reached up and touched my little hard clit. I rubbed the right side of it in the spot that would make me reach orgasm. I stroked that spot until I could feel that hot feeling that started deep in my virgin pussy. It got hotter and wetter and I moved from my clit down my hot lips right into my tight little hole. It was wet, and hot and smooth; I put in two fingers and began to move them back and forth while the thought of his lips moving down my neck to my tits kept coming to my mind. Of course it hadn’t happened that way yet, I was a mess. The orgasm racked my little body, my legs stiffened, and my thighs tightening and trembled as a thick creamy cum ran from my pussy onto my fingers.
We had been dating four months, every chance we got no matter where we were, he was kissing me, I let him reach into my shirt and rub my nipples. I had even let him take my tits out, and put his mouth around my hard little pink nipples. He also had his hands in my pants as often as he could I let him rub my clit, and finger my tight little hole. His cock would be so hard through his jeans. I of course wouldn’t let him fuck me. But one day, after much torment about it internally I decided I was ready, I had been teasing him for months. I was just scared he would go away forever and not come back. And I loved him so I needed him to love me too.
We had talked about it, finally the night came, and we were out driving, and decided that we would go to an old deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Unrolling sleeping bags, I was a nervous mess, but I wanted him anyway. In the back of the truck he held me close, kissed my face, and down my neck. My heart was in my throat and beating until I thought it would surely come out. He made his way down to my breast, unbuttoning my shirt; he reached into my white bra and took out one tit at a time. He kissed them and lightly stroked the nipple with his hot tongue. I was beginning to quickly get wet. I knew that I need to do something for him, so I reached down and began to rub his hard cock through his jeans. He reached down and helped me out by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I reached in and took his hard cock in my hand. I stroked it slightly being sure to hit the head each time gently so I didn’t hurt him. He had my shirt and bra off before I knew it, and was unzipping my pants. His breath was hot on my neck as he breathed I could hear a ragged catch in it. He was so very hot, and I was so horny and wanted to give him my little cherry. He reached up and pulled off my jeans and stroked my hairy little pussy. He opened my lips up; I was so excited I was wet and wanting to feel him deep inside me. He ran his fingers closely along my lips and hit my clit, I quietly came. I’m not sure that he was aware that I had an orgasm. His cock was hard, and he slipped it into my pussy. I took a deep breath in as he moved to his own rhythm deep into my pussy. His cock was hard, and hurt as he stretched my pussy out. He kissed my face and my neck as his cum filled my pussy full.
The first time I had sex was not exactly spectacular, I was scared and cried afterwards but the second time he fucked me was the best sex I may have ever had.

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Me – 07

The Boy
For the first time in my life, I was at loose ends with myself. It was a strange sort of feeling. It was not only there didn’t seem to be nothing to do: I didn’t want to do anything. Now that there wasn’t no purpose in going back to Charlotte Ainsley’s house, there wasn’t any reason to anything.
Even worse, for the first time I could remember, Billy didn’t seem to be with me anymore. It was only after he was gone – of course, he had been gone for a long time now, because he died of a fever when me and him were nine years old – that I realized just how much I had counted on him being there, somewhere just behind my left shoulder. In my mind, you see, I was always checking with billy. What would Billy do? Or what would Billy think? Or what would Billy feel? About this, that, or the other thing. Most important of all, as I passed through a day of life, what would Billy see in that day, take note of, appreciate, and enjoy? I had got so used to living life twice over, once for billy and once for me.
For a week or more I moped around the house, getting up early in the morning only to look at all that empty time up ahead before I could rightfully sleep again. I didn’t go swimming, I didn’t go sailing, I didn’t go downtown to shoot a game of pool.
I didn’t want to work. Mr. Adams found out I was idle, so he called two or three times, trying to persuade me to take up the grocery route. But even when he offered me one raise after the other, I couldn’t take interest anymore in that line of work.
Which was just about the strangest part of it all. Because I did like my old ladies. I enjoy doing for them. Not on account of the tips and the nice presents, either, but because it’s just a good feeling to be appreciated in this world. And they did appreciate me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have my chances. Hardly a day went by that I didn’t get a phone call asking me to mow a yard or weed a garden. I told all these good friends of mine that, feeling under the weather as I did, I couldn’t see my way clear to take on a job of work just at this time. I tried to be nice about it. But I wouldn’t see my way to take on a job of work just at this time. I tried to be nice about it. But I wouldn’t see them.
It seemed like that Charlotte Ainsley, in doing her great piece, had used up the best part of me. She had burned me right down to the ashes, and all I had to show for it was the gold chain. I had that, at least; and I never took it off, except to take a shower, and I had got into the habit of fingering and feeling its heavy links as they hung down on my chest.
Not that I felt bad about what Miss Charlotte had done. I felt fine about it. Every time the thought crossed my mind of that statue being gazed on by thousands of people, it just made me feel great all over. The best part was, I knew that it would live forever, regardless of what happened to me. I would get old – why, I’d be thirty before you knew it – but the statue couldn’t get old. It would always and forever be sixteen, standing at full tilt and more alive than me.
I was empty. The magic that had been a part of me – it had been magic, too, for it seemed like any old lady in the need couldn’t take but one look at me without falling under its spell – had been transferred to the statue. So in one way Miss Charlotte’s statue had given me immortality, in another it had taken it away, leaving me a mortal man. No more to me than any other man.
The magic might now dwell in the statue; but it could still have its effect on my life. Because it was Charlotte Ainsley’s statue that brought Miss Ruby to me.
Two o’clock of a Thursday afternoon, hot and still. Out in the Gulf a thunderhead was building itself from the heat, towering there white and tall like a dream castle made out of hot air. No wind, so the sailboat or two I could see looked like they had been painted on the water. Just then, while I had been thinking for ten minutes I ought to go into the house and get a drink of water, a limousine pulled up to the gate. It was the longest and the prettiest automobile I had ever seen, sporting a special pain job of deep purple. Though I hadn’t ever seen one before, I knew from the hood ornament that it was a Rolls-Royce.
A tall fellow, old and settled-looking in his ways, though wearing a purple uniform to match the car, got down and came through the front gate that hadn’t been fixed for a good many years now, and so sagged on one hinge. He picked his way through the chicken droppings in the bare sand of the yard and stopped at the porch steps. Nobody around but me; my younger brothers and sisters down off in the willow thicket playing, Daddy downtown to enjoy the cool of the poolroom, Mama taking a nap in the back bedroom, which was the coolest place in the house.
He didn’t have any doubt that I was the man he had come to see, because, politely taking off his cap, he said, “Miss Ruby wants to see you.”
Like always these days, I was disinclined to go anywhere, do anything. “Who’s Miss Ruby, and where is she?” I asked.
“Miss Ruby is Miss Ruby,” he said. Then, nodding his head, “She’s in the car, waiting to talk to you.”
Having no desire to seem impolite, I figured I could bestir my laziness enough to walk that far. So I went out to the purple limousine, the chauffeur fellow following. When we got there, I still couldn’t see anything, because the back seat was shaded with window blinds. The chauffeur fellow moved around in front of me and opened the door.
“Get in here, boy, and let me have a look at you,” a deep, rough voice said.
I got in. The chauffeur fellow had left the motor running, so the air-conditioning had it nice and cool.
Miss Ruby was a woman big enough to match the size and deepness of her voice. Not that she was fat, though there was aplenty of that; just big, that’s all, her shoulders broad, her thighs like the twin boles of oak trees, and she had the chest of a pouter pigeon. Big hands, salted with flashing rings, and a broad face, pale in color, as though she didn’t ever let the sun get to her, and a tiny rosebud mouth that was as sweet and kind as her black eyes were sharp.
The automobile started moving. I said, “Wait a minute. I can’t be going nowhere.”
She didn’t pay me any mind; she was busy opening up a bar built into the back seat there, and putting ice into a silver cup.
“Want a shot of sour mash, son?” she asked, glancing at me.
“No, ma’am, I don’t drink,” I said politely.
She tossed back the shot and smacked her lips. “Better learn to drink, boy. At my age, sour mash is damn nigh as good as sex, and twice as handy.” She chuckled at her own saying, so I laughed too.
“How old are you, my boy?” she asked in a friendly tone.
“Eighteen,” I said, like I always did.
She kept on looking. “You’re a liar. Not a day over sixteen, and you know it.”
Well, now, how did she know that?
“Maybe you’re wondering why I’m here,” Miss Ruby said.
“Yes’m,” I said politely. “I reckon I am.”
She fixed herself another shot of sour mash and tossed it back neat, just one ice cube in the silver cup. Then she closed up the bar and sat back to study me.
“It just happened that I drove over today to visit an old friend, son,” she said. “Knew Charlotte Ainsley years ago in London, when she was first making her reputation.” Her whole body shook with laughter. “That was before she was less, I want you to understand. In fact, I didn’t know she had gone that route until I took note of that pretty girl she’s got living with her.”
She stopped, smacked her lips in remembrance of the taste of Jack Daniel’s, and went on.
“Saw that newest thing she’s done. Liked it. Tried to buy it. She wouldn’t hear of selling it, even to an old friend with the right size of money. Swore she couldn’t let it go except into a great museum, which she was sure it would do after her New York show this winter.” Miss Ruby’s chest shook with laughter. “Invited me to make the donation to a museum of her choice, but I don’t have a charitable bone in my body.” She stopped laughing as suddenly as she had started. “She’s right, of course. It’s a museum piece of the first water, if you don’t mind my saying so.” She chuckled all over herself again.
The limousine was creeping along slowly. We might as well have been in a private living room; the panel was closed between us and the driver, the window shades were drawn, the interior lit by soft hidden lights. There was music playing somewhere, soft and easy, just on the edge of hearing. Some automobile, all right; you couldn’t hardly tell that it was moving.
“Since I couldn’t own the work of art, I thought I’d have a look at the original. For some reason or other, Charlotte tried to keep you a secret. But I got it out of her finally, and since I’m a lady who makes up her mind in a hurry, I drove right over here.”
I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much to be said about all that she had told me.
Miss Ruby was still looking at me. “Did you like what she had done, once it was finished?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I liked it a whole lot.”
Well, boy, I’m here to view the original,” she said. “So flop it out here and let me see it.”
I didn’t move. She waited for an instant; then she reached over, squirming around in her seat, to unzip my pants. Her large hand plunged in and dragged Him out. You would have thought such attentions would stir His interest, but they didn’t. She began to manipulate Him.
“Are you always this slow, boy?” she said.
I put one hand to the gold chain to feel its heavy links. “No’m, I reckon not,” I said. “I just ain’t been feeling any too well lately.”
Her sharp eyes studied my face all over again. “Well, we’ll just see about that,” she said strongly.
I must tell you, she had a kindly hand, and you know how He’s got a mind of His own. Before I hardly realized it, willy-nilly there He was, all of Himself.
Miss Ruby gazed upon Him. “I’ll be damned,” she said. “I’d have bet a hundred dollars she improved Him some, though Charlotte swore not. She was, by God, telling the straight truth, wasn’t she?”
Letting Him stand by his lonesome, she started rummaging around on the rear-window ledge and finally produced the last free-standing model Miss Charlotte had made. She held the clay model on my leg beside Him, nodding in approval.
“Absolutely,” she said. “That’s a fine cock you’ve got there, boy.” She looked into my face, laughing at my expression. “I bought all her working models, son, talked her into letting me have those, at least. Two hundred dollars each. But I’ve got an idea exactly what to do with them.”
It hurt me to know that Miss Charlotte had sold even the working models. I comforted myself by thinking that they had, at least, fallen into hands that would appreciate their quality.
Miss Ruby put away the model. “How’d you like to work for me, son?”
I shook my head. “Like I told you. I ain’t been feeling so good lately.”
“Anything physically wrong?”
I started fingering the chain again. “No’m. Not that I know of.”
“Are you working now?”
“Ain’t doing nothing but sitting.”
“Know anything about boats?”
I showed a spark of interest for the first time. “I’ve sailed a good bit, like any other boy raised in Pass Robin.”
She nodded. “That’s just fine. Son, let me tell you something. That artist woman has wrong you dry, that’s all there is to it. But it’s time you got up off your ass and started living again. You won’t feel any better until you do.”
I didn’t say anything. But I was listening to her deep, rough, kindly voice.
“You’ve got something, boy, and it’d be a damned shame to let it go to waste. Now, working on a boat ought to be just the ticket. Especially the Liberated Lady.” She put her hand on my bare arm, stroking it down. Her big hand was surprisingly soft, surprisingly gentle. “You’d be gorgeous with a real tan, the good deep kind you can get only from living on a boat. My crew work naked most of the time, once we’re well out from port where no one can bother us.”
“You mean you’ve got a whole crew?” I said.
She chuckled. “She’s a big boat, seventy-five feet. Plenty of room for anything you might want to do.” She paused. “It’s a good life, son. The kind of life you need right now.”
I thought about it. It sounded good.
“Where is this boat?”
“I sail out of New Orleans.”
It sounded even better. I knew suddenly that I needed to get out of Pass Robin. Hadn’t thought about it until this minute. But I knew.
“All right,” I said, so quick it surprised me. “You’ve hired yourself a hand, Miss Ruby.”
“Now, just one minute,” she said, laughing and holding up one hand. “Got to try out first. Never hire a new hand without testing him.”
“All I know is sailboats,” I said. “But I . . .”
She wasn’t listening. Instead, she had picked up the voice tube and was saying to the chauffeur fellow up front, “Paul, that Holiday Inn we passed on the way in . . . stop there, please.” She cut an eye at me and added, “We might even stay the night, so book a nice suite.”
She hung up the voice tube, put her hand on Him again. I understood, by now, that it wasn’t anything like an examination for a mate’s license that I had to pass.
It was a luxurious suite, king-size bed and everything. Paul brought in a couple of suitcases – I learned later she never traveled without being ready to stop anywhere, for as long as she liked – and then proceeded to replace the motel sheets with purple-silk sheets. Gathering up the towels, he put thick purple towels in their place. Then he went away.
While Paul had been doing his work, Miss Ruby and I had sat in two chairs watching him. I felt sort of strange in all this elegance, wearing a sleeveless shirt – I had just torn the sleeves out, leaving it ragged – and a pair of khaki pants. I didn’t even have any shoes.
Miss Ruby heaved herself to her feet – standing, she was taller than me, and broader too, just the biggest woman I’d ever seen – and went to the bar Paul had fetched from the limousine.
Pouring herself a drink and knocking it back, she said without looking at me. “Strip off.”
I did. But I moved mighty slow about it, and didn’t have much to show when I stood naked. Miss Ruby turned around, after her second shot of sour mash, and gazed at me with a curious expression, like she didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
She didn’t say anything, just got busy taking off her own clothes. Which was quite a job. She was wearing this long purple gown, all the way to her ankles, and under it there was this girdle. Finally, tugging and heaving under the gown, she shucked herself out of the girdle, flinging it aside with a great sigh of relief.
“I hate that thing,” she said. “Don’t know why I wear it. But a woman’s got to have some pride, I reckon. Come here and unbutton me.”
The gown was fastened with a long row of buttons down the back. I was pretty much fumble-fingers, because I wasn’t all that anxious to gaze upon her huge nakedness. Getting impatient before I had worked halfway down her back, she stripped off the gown over her head, regardless of her careful hairdo.
“Come on,” she said. “Get on the bed.”
“Miss Ruby,” I said.
She turned sharply. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think I can do it.”
She looked at Him. “Boy, you’re mighty young to have that kind of trouble.”
I had my hand to the gold chain, the heaviness of the links so comforting. “It’s not that,” I told her. “It’s just that . . . I ain’t used to having to prove nothing.”
Her eyes rose to my face. “Listen, son, I’ve got to try you out before I hire you. But don’t think for a minute that a big fat ugly woman like me doesn’t need to get her ashes hauled, just the same as your pretty young things. Just looking at that thing, limp as it is, makes me feel like warm Jell-O inside.”
I couldn’t answer to that.
Her gruff voice got deeper and softer. “It’s all to do with Charlotte Ainsley, isn’t it?”
“Yes’m,” I said uneasily. “I reckon so.”
Her face turned soft, her rosebud mouth just as pretty as the mouth on a girl. “Come lie with me,” she said. “You don’t have to do a thing. I just want to hold you, that’s all.”
We laid down together on the king-size bed. Miss Ruby laid her arms around my waist, holding me close, stroking with her strong and gentle hands. It was not that she was trying to rouse me to my duty; just tender loving and a heartfelt care for the down feeling that dwelled so deeply in my soul.
I laid my head on her broad shoulder. I put one hand on her breasts, breathing deeply to take in the musky perfume she was wearing. That was a thing that Billy would have done: and suddenly Billy was with me again, breathing that scent just like I was. And so we laid together, the three of us, her and me and Billy, for the longest time, the air-conditioning whispering in the silent room. I took pleasure in the silk sheets, for I had never laid down my body on such fine sheets before.
At long last she spoke quietly. “You let that lesbian artist cut you down pretty good, didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t that,” I said. “I liked Charlotte fine. It’s just that . . .”
“Just that what?”
Held so lovingly, feeling the warm closeness of Miss Ruby’s great body, I could say it. To myself, as well as to her.
“It’s just that . . . I keep knowing myself a mortal man.”
Her massive arms held me more tightly. “Of course you’re mortal. But you’re a man, son. A real man. That’s what counts.”
I hesitated over the words. “But the piece of work that Charlotte made out of Him . . .”
“You wanted her to make it, didn’t you?”
“I sure did. But . . .”
“Listen,” Miss Ruby said. “You believe that piece of clay took it all, don’t you? You must remember that you’re a man, while it’s only a piece of clay. A great work of art, no doubt about that . . no real woman will ever be able to look upon it without feeling a tenderness and wanting down in her gut. That’s a mighty thing, all right. But . . .”
She raised up on her elbow to gaze into my face. “But that piece of clay can’t fuck a woman, son. Can’t go up in there to stir her up, make her know herself for all the woman she’s capable of being. You can. So you’re a mighty work of art yourself – just because you are so fragile, like a butterfly in your youth, you are human and you are mortal and you will not last forever.”
I didn’t say anything. She leaned to kiss me, and still she wasn’t trying to rouse me. A kindly kiss.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m trying to.”
I didn’t understand. But I had a feeling that Billy did, and Billy was with me again, and so that feeling was enough.
Miss Ruby lifted the weight of the gold chain in her hand. “Charlotte Ainsley gave you this, didn’t she?”
I wondered how she knew. “Yes,” I said. “When we had finished the work we had to do together.”
“Take it off,” Miss Ruby said.
“I don’t have to,” I said.
I rolled myself up and onto her, feeling her great legs part to let me sink into my place on her body. I took Him in hand, limp though He was, and put Him into her pussy. Then I just laid there and let Him grow to his natural size and heft, pushing at her warm flesh inch by inch, making His way into her. When I cocked my hips for the first stroke, she let out a long sigh, so that now it was me stroking her, comforting her, whilst she laid open under me, all that great size and all that great loving.
There came, then, the moment when it changed, when fucking Miss Ruby got to be like riding a hurricane wave on a skateboard. She just suddenly warped into it, such a big woman, and so passionate, all I could do was hang on, and the funny thing was, this big woman was small and tight inside, so I just filled her to the hilt.
Socketed home now, she started coming to me, and one thing led to another, the big waves shuddering up from deeper and deeper inside her, each wilder than the one before, until I just went crazy my own self, so that we rode together into the eye of the storm, where it was so quiet and peaceful you couldn’t believe it.
Still wrapped in each other, we slept for a time, then did it all over again, just like it hadn’t happened yet. After which, she picked up the telephone to order room service, steak and mashed potatoes and a great big salad for each of us. We ate, and did it again, then we slept some more and woke up in the dawn’s early light to put on the finishing round.
It’s hard to believe, but instead of getting satisfied, she grew more passionate with each trial. I had thought the first time was wild enough; but that last early-morning round, when she got up on her hands and knees, with Him into her from behind, I was afraid she was going to tear the bed down.
Over room-service breakfast, a double order of pancakes for both, she said sweetly, “Son, you’re a fucking genius. And got the equipment to match.”
“It’s just that I’ve been without,” I said modestly. Which was true. I hadn’t touched me a woman for more than a week.
She snorted in disbelief. “In fact, I intend to pay you twice what I’m paying the other boys.” She shook a warning finger. “But don’t let them know.”
“Regular wages is fine with me,” I said.
“You’re worth it.” She looked steadily into my eyes. “That is, if you’re prepared to go to work for me.”
That was how, for the first time in my life, I left Pass Robin and set out into the world to make my way.
It didn’t take but the first boat ride to find out what the Liberated Lady was all about. It wasn’t sailing, let me tell you that.
She was a beautiful thing, all teakwood and shining brass, with great big Chrysler engines. There was a lounge topside, glassed in all around, with tables and chairs and a bar and all, and down below, a galley all shining and clean, and four staterooms. Miss Ruby’s stateroom was a gorgeous place for a great woman, all purple, with a queen-size bed that took up nearly all the space.
The captain of the Liberated Lady was a weathered old woman, half the size of Miss Ruby but twice as loud, who was ugly as a mud fence in her seagoing breeches, made out of canvas, and her battered captain’s hat. But she, by God, knew how to run a boat.
The crew was me and three other boys, each in his own way a fine-looking fellow and proud of himself. They all three had those deep tans Miss Ruby kept talking about. I don’t aim to go into any detailed descriptions of the crewmen, because they kept changing all the time I was with Miss Ruby. In fact, one quit the day after I came aboard because Miss Ruby called me to her stateroom instead of him. He took it sort of personal, because Friday night had always been his, and he had come to count on it.
But, shoot, there wasn’t enough seamanship to working on the Liberated Lady to put in your hat, except for keeping the brasswork shining and the teak decks polished, which we did whilst docked in the marina. And here’s why, as I come to find out. On the Saturday, along about three o’clock in the afternoon, I noticed that Captain Phoebe was getting ready to put to sea. Then, in about half an hour, here come a bevy of ladies, arriving all excited and flustery in taxis or private cars, flocking aboard until there was a dozen of them, all told. Me and the other crew members – only three of us, now that one had left this morning – were leaning over the rail, watching the activity.
We were all dressed alike, in a sort of uniform, if what we wore could be called a uniform. It wasn’t nothing in the world but a sort of black bikini that didn’t cover up hardly nothing. I felt awkward and embarrassed being so undressed out there in public like that. The other fellows seemed well used to it, so I reckoned I could stand it too, given time.
Here they come, the horny old biddies,” said the crewman that had a sort of mean streak to him. (He didn’t last long after I got there; Miss Ruby threw him off the boat for beating up on a lady one time.)
“Now, there’s one I wouldn’t mind taking advantage of,” the redheaded fellow said.
He raised an arm and waved. So many of the women waved back, I couldn’t tell which one he was talking about.
I had my own thoughts, by now, what the Liberated Lady was all about. But those ladies coming aboard sure didn’t look like they could be all that hard up. Most were pretty young, and even the older ones were just as nice as they could be. Only two or three out of the whole bunch that a fellow couldn’t be anxious to get into bed with, and be proud of the chance.
For they were classy ladies every one, wearing beautiful clothes just exactly right for a seagoing adventure. You could tell money lay heavy in their backgrounds, because they had the look of ladies who went to the best hairdressers, whose bodies knew only expensive clothes, and all. There’s a way a woman walks who’s been raised rich like that; you can just tell at a glance that they are somebody.
We cast off and headed out toward Chandler Island. Once well away from the land, one of the fellows said, “Well, guys, let’s give the girls a thrill,” and shucked out of his bikini.
The other crewmen followed suit. And, hell, I’ve got to tell the truth, I didn’t see nothing remarkable between their legs.
The fellow with the mean streak turned to me. “Bashful, boy?” he said, leering. “Or are you afraid to show what you got?”
Now, I wasn’t all that used to undressing in front of other men. But, seeing no reason to be ashamed of myself, I stripped off the bikini and flung it to one side.
They stood silent. Finally, the redheaded fellow whistled. “Boy! Where did Miss Ruby find that?”
But, hellfire, do you think those ladies were out there cheering and carrying on over our nakedness? Don’t bet your life on it. As I quickly found out, they had already chose up partners and had three tables of bridge going in the lounge. From the expressions on their faces, so tight and grim, and the lack of social conversation – as I saw when I strolled past the windows to find out exactly what was going on – they weren’t playing for peanuts, neither.
So it’s gambling, I told myself. That’s what the Liberated Lady is all about. Which relieved my mind, because even if we split them up between us, it wouldn’t be the right thing to do to take care of the needs of four ladies one right after the other. At least, not in my book, because I ain’t no stud, and never claimed to be one.
This was the way it worked. Captain Phoebe just took the Liberated Lady out to anchor for the night. Early in the morning we’d come back in again; and that’s all the seamanship we ever had to deal with. The least patch of rough weather, we’d up anchor and come on in, because you take a lady that’s sick to her stomach, she ain’t going to take much interest in gambling.
A bridge-playing cruise, like this one, was a sort of kindergarten class. Only taking a house cut from each table, Miss Ruby actually lost money on bridge cruises. But when she spotted a lady with the right spirit, Miss Ruby would invite her confidentially to come along for the real action, which was blackjack or a roulette wheel, whichever Miss Ruby felt like running that particular night. She dealt her own blackjack and ran her own wheel, and I tell you, she was something to see sitting there in her purple gown – she never wore anything but purple – her big clever hands dealing the cards or twirling the wheel, and taking in and pushing out chips like they had a life of their own. The smallest chip stood for a hundred dollars. Those ladies were dyed-in-the-wool gamblers; when real gambling was going on, the crewmen might just as well have been so many alligators wallowing around on deck, unless a lady happened to bust out and decided to console herself with another kind of action. This one nice lady, every time she lost all her money, she’d take us all on, one right after the other. She always seemed to lose so quick, I wondered, sometimes, if maybe it just wasn’t her way of paying her dues to give herself a rightful shot at us boys.
The bridge was for pretty high stakes, too, just to break them in right. And Miss Ruby had her own little ways of making abridge cruise right interesting, because she wanted the ladies all stirred up and feeling risky. Only then could she find out which were the high-rollers, and which weren’t.
The bridge games had gone on all afternoon. As it came sundown, Miss Ruby broke out the liquor so the ladies could partake of a social hour. The crewmen hadn’t ventured inside the lounge, but stayed out on deck, getting our full tans. Miss Ruby fed the ladies – that’s when I found out there was a cook in the galley, and a steward to serve – and afterward another round of drinks, mostly fancy stuff this time, or a snifter of brandy.
Miss Ruby came to find me. “It’s time I showed you to the ladies,” she said. “Come along.”
I didn’t know what was about to happen, but, buck naked as I was, I followed. Miss Ruby shielded me from direct view by standing in front of me whilst she called them to attention by rapping a spoon against a glass.
“Ladies, I want to show you our door prize for tonight,” she said. “So pay attention now.”
They got quiet. I was still hidden behind her bulk – at least, pretty much so.
“Remember the lovely new pieces of art I picked up this week?” she said. She gave her hearty laugh. “I must say, each and every one showed proper appreciation.”
I saw, then, that on each bridge table, as a centerpiece, was one of charlotte’s models of Him. So that was why, as they were settling down to begin, there had been so much laughing and carrying on.
“Now I have a secret to reveal. I’ve found the original of those models,” Miss Ruby said in her deep, laughing voice. “And here he is, our newest crew member . . . if you’ll pardon the expression.”
With that, she stepped to one side, to show me standing there.
Not a sound in the room. The ladies looked at me, while I looked at them. And I want you to know, their eyes were so bright, their silence so appreciative, it stirred Him, so that He started coming to a stand. It seemed like an hour, though it was only a minute or two, at best, while those nice ladies watched Him rise slowly to his proudest.
“Now, that’s what I call a door prize,” Miss Ruby said. “And one of you lucky ladies shall win this lovely specimen for her very own. At midnight, a drawing will be held. The winner can reserve this grand cock for her private pleasure; or, if she so desires, she can auction Him off to the highest bidder.”
I want you to know, that stirred them up. A murmur of sound whispered through the lounge, along with a nervous laugh or two; and one lady, covering her eyes with her hands, blushed a bright red, blurting out, “Oh, I just came along to play bridge!” Which brought a general laugh.
Miss Ruby turned to me. “Pass among them and give each a ticket.” Which I did, Miss Ruby singing out, “No touching now, ladies, please, you’ll have to wait till midnight, just like Cinderella,” which made everybody laugh a lot more than the joke counted for.
As I went among them, handing each a numbered ticket, some looked at Him and some didn’t; one lady, I couldn’t tell which, because she did it from behind, sneaked her warm hand against the bend of my knee, then moved it up under my ass to barely touch my balls. Which caused Him to jerk and tighten. Didn’t see which lady; just knew she wore a lot of rings.
The minute I was through, I left the lounge, motioning secretly for Miss Ruby to follow. Out on deck, I said, “Miss Ruby, I think you’ve got me wrong. I ain’t no stud. I ain’t never done it on account of money, and I never will.”
Miss Ruby took me as serious as I had meant the words. “Son, you’re working for me, not the lady who’s lucky enough to win the draw. Then . . . it’s between you and her. But she’s not paying you. I am.”
“It seems like kind of a narrow line to draw, don’t it?” I said dubiously.
She put her strong hand on my arm. “You’ve always had heart for a needful woman, haven’t you?”
“Yes’m, I reckon so,” I said. “But . . .”
“But nothing. Do you think any of these women would have accepted an invitation to cruise on the Liberated Lady if they hadn’t needed something to brighten up their lives? They all knew in front, more or less, what was going down. So if the lady who draws you doesn’t happen to want you, she has the privilege of auctioning you off to somebody who does. The lady gets the auction money, not you . . . and some of these gambling women, they’d rather have cold cash than a warm cock any day of the week. Especially if they’ve been losing.” She squeezed my arm. She gave me her sweet smile. “Just remember, son. You’re doing it for me.”
I stood thinking about it. Then I looked her straight in the eye. “I aim to keep the right to turn down anybody I feel like turning down.”
It shook Miss Ruby. But then she nodded in agreement. “All right. If that’s the way you want it, I’ll let them know before the drawing takes place. In that case, the lady who wins the draw, or tops the auction, will have her choice of one of the other fellows.”
I felt relieved. “That’s fine with me.”
She patted my arm. “I admire you for your principles. So will the lady; take my word for it.”
I went up to sit in the bow for a while by myself. The more I thought about it, the shrewder I realized Miss Ruby was. If she had shown the door prize during the afternoon, whilst they had their minds on the game, it would have gone down wrong for sure. But after they’d had their drinks, and their dinner, and then some more drinks, everybody relaxed from the high-stakes gambling, just the very idea of such daringness put a thrill into them they couldn’t deny.
Now, I had always had the idea that ladies liked above all to be private in their doings – though I had known some who just had to brag about Him to a good friend. But, being in it all together aboard the Liberated Lady, it just sort of let them cut loose, so they were not only not afraid to let their desires show, they were actually egging each other on, daring any one of them to show herself less free and easy in the situation. After all, nothing that happened on the Liberated Lady counted in their everyday life; it was all great fun and deep games, a spice to the lure of gambling. And so I learned something about womenfolks I hadn’t known before; this waiting for the big event of the door prize made the bidding and the play of the hands heavier and riskier, their laughter was sharper, their faces were flushed, their eyes were brighter. There wasn’t a one of them but didn’t want the greater risk of winning Him.
When eleven o’clock rolled around, Miss Ruby stopped the tournament and invited the ladies on deck for drinks and dancing. Me and the other crewmen, dressed now in white trousers and dark-blue blazers, for it would have been indecent to dance naked with the ladies, danced in turn with each guest. Some couldn’t wait their turn, so chose up dancing partners amongst themselves, to much kidding, of course, by all the others.
There was a bright moon, full, making it just beautiful out there on the still water, with the soft, celestial music wafting us about the deck. I just knew that Billy would have appreciated the scene. Of course, I wasn’t much of a dancer, but, shoot, they just wanted to lay their bodies close and feel Him through the cloth of my pants. A couple of the ladies got bold enough, with the drinks and the music and the moonlight, to whisper that it would be the luckiest night of their lives if they happened to win His favor.
By the time midnight come around, and I made the draw out of a bar bucket, I had begun to feel appreciated all over again, so that I knew that, whoever won, I wouldn’t want to deny them their reward. Which was a good thing, because the lady who won me – the young, pretty thing who had blushed and covered her face at the very idea – didn’t know exactly how to take advantage of her good fortune.
“Oh, Lord!” she said helplessly. “What do I do now?”
Which made the other ladies laugh, let me tell you, and call out, “Auction, auction!” and “Highest bidder!” She blushed all the rosier, though, as I noticed, she couldn’t take her eyes off of me, which made me to think she liked the idea of winning, but couldn’t bring herself close to admitting it in such public fashion as the situation demanded.
“It all depends on whether you like money more, Mary,” Miss Ruby said in her loud, tough voice. “Remember, it’s your choice.”
Standing there in my nice white pants and blue blazer, I was wishing Mary would just take me by the hand and claim Him. It was not only that I figured she could use a sample of what He had in store; I didn’t relish the idea of being sold to the highest bidder. It might just curl Him up, sensitive as He was, if He didn’t fetch a good price. Of course, I reminded Him, we were her property to do with as she would, so it wasn’t my place to say anything. So I smiled at her and waited. But I did touch her secretly on the back, with the fingertips of one hand.
Which flustered her even more, if that was possible. She just couldn’t admit it to herself, so she jerked away from my hand and said, “I suppose I should put Him up for auction, I really should.”
Everybody laughed again, which only firmed up her intention. “Yes,” she said. “I think I’ll do just that.” She got a stubborn look to her face. “I’ll conduct the auction myself.”
“Honey, you just go right ahead,” Miss Ruby said. “It’s your show.”
Having made the decision, she turned bold as brass. Her eyes flashed to me. “You’ll have to allow the ladies to view the merchandise, dear.”
“You heard the boss, son,” Miss Ruby said. “Go down and take off those nice clothes. Then come to the lounge.”
Going below, I did as told. When I returned, Miss Ruby had taken advantage of the delay to move the ladies into the lounge and get a fresh drink into everybody’s hand. She was doing everything she could to make the affair a success. And succeeding.
So I walked naked into a situation that, with the feeling of sex and excitement heavy in the air, brought Him instantly to a fine, hard stand. The ladies applauded, their eyes bright and ready, at the sight of Him, as my owner took me by the hand and led me to the chair I was to stand on. Given the no-holds-barred atmosphere Miss Ruby had created so cleverly, they could all act out their desires like never before in their lives. Women are much more that way than men, I do believe, once given the opportunity to let go all holds and be their true selves. As long as it don’t count.
“Are you sure you want to offer that to the highest bidder?” someone called.
It was greeted with more laughter than you could imagine. My owner blushed again. “Well, I intend to place a reserve of fifty dollars,” she said. They all just hollered, making her explain breathlessly, “Because that’s how much I’ve lost tonight.”
Then, forcing herself to a brave, free gesture, she motioned for me to give her the gold chain around my neck, which she then proceeded to drape on Him. The weight of the gold links bowed his head, but not enough so the chain slipped off.
“Here he is, ladies, the finest stud in the land, all yours for the money. Do I hear fifty dollars?”
I wanted to tell her I wasn’t no stud, but I didn’t. Mostly, I think, because I was suddenly wondering if somebody meant to bid after all. Because didn’t nobody say nothing.
My owner, really getting into the action, stroked my hip with her hand, then reached to cradle my balls. I could feel her fingers trembling. “Fifty dollars for this fine cock, ladies, now don’t be bashful, let’s hear fifty dollars!”
“Hell, I’ll take Him myself at that price,” Miss Ruby said with a deep laugh. “Fifty dollars!”
“Sixty!” somebody sang out, and someone else “Seventy-five!” and it was rolling.
A weird feeling it was, let me tell you, to see how those old ladies took the spirit of the occasion. I don’t reckon a single one but didn’t get in one bid, at least, just to prove to herself she hadn’t laid back shy. The price went up and up, jumping ten and twenty dollars at a crack. But at last it come down to two determined bidders, and they didn’t care any more about letting it be known they were in serious need of winning Him and using Him. No more laughing, no more make-believe.
“Two hundred and fifty.”
“Two hundred and fifty-five.”
“Two hundred and sixty.”
It went over three hundred before one of the bidders held up her hand, stopping the action. “Will a . . . will a check be all right?”
“Table stakes,” my owner ruled sternly. “Cash on the barrelhead.”
The other bidder glanced in triumph at her opponent and said, “Three hundred and fifty,” making a twenty-five-dollar jump. Which was the price I went at.
The lady came forward. She didn’t look at me whilst finding the money in her purse. But I was looking at the winner.
A nice lady. There might be wrinkles in her neck, but she had a figure she had took care of for a long time. Beautiful eyes, too, and a nice, kind mouth. I began to count myself the lucky one.
Paid in full, she gave me a slow, deep look. Then she leaned to place her mouth on my naked him, leaving the mark of her lipstick, then stood away, lifting the chain from Him as she did so.
“My brand,” she cried out, turning triumphantly to the other ladies, throwing her head back, standing proud and unashamed. Which made the losers applaud such a good winner.
As I climbed down, she said quietly, “Go below decks, I’ll be along.” Then, to the group again, “I really hate to break up the bridge table,” saying it very seriously.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll play your hand for you,” Miss Ruby said. Her big laugh boomed out. “Either way, below decks or up here.”
I waited, sitting on the bunk in one of the staterooms; but in no time at all she stood in the doorway.
Her voice came low. “I . . . don’t know what got into me.”
Knowing she just had to tell herself that, I didn’t try to answer to it. Instead I said, “Did you bring my gold chain?”
“Yes.” She handed it to me. Her mood had changed entirely. “I’ve . . . never bought a man before.”
I put the chain around my neck and smiled at her. “I’ve never been sold before, either.”
She came closer. “Really?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “It’s my first cruise on the Liberated Lady.”
“Wonderful,” she breathed. “I thought . . .” And then, “Can I do . . . anything I wish?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I reckon so.”
She wasn’t satisfied with herself yet. “But Miss Ruby . . . she said you had the right to say no.
“Yes,” I said.
I was looking at her. Then she was looking at me. She suddenly caught a ragged breath. “Then . . . then take off my clothes.”
I did. Piece by piece, as slowly as I could, to give her time to get used to the idea of taking Him. It worked, too. When I had her naked, she just laid down on the bunk, lifting her legs and her arms to receive Him. In the first move, I went so deep it must have hurt, because she moaned and grabbed and hung on.
I want to tell you, that lady – I never did know her name, because she didn’t ever take another cruise – just wouldn’t quit. She wanted Him every way there was, on and on and on, and every time He thought He was through, she found out how to raise him from the dead.
Close to the end, she wanted to take Him behind. I didn’t know how she meant at first; when I did understand, I said, “Can a woman do it like that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes!” Then, “I never have, I’ve never dared ask for it, but I’ve always wanted . . . and you told me . . .”
“Ain’t I likely to hurt you?” I said dubiously.
“Yes,” she said wildly. “Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, damn it, hurt me to the quick,” and flopped over on her belly.
It did hurt, easy as I tried to be. She laid there, panting saying, “I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it, how can he stand it, oh, God, I can’t . . .” but when I’d back off, she’d say, “No, don’t quit, damn it, you’ve got to hurt me.”
Finally I just took the bull by the horns and rammed it home. She screamed so loud she must have been heard all over the boat. She laid limp under me, the cold sweat popped out all over her body, and it seemed like she just melted into the mattress, she went so soft and warm. When I started fucking, she began getting the deep comings like I had never known a lady to do before, her whole insides rippling and writhing.
When it was all over, she clung to me for the longest time, quietly weeping, and kissing my chest, and stroking my flanks with her hands, Him slid sideways into her true place, just laying easy in her soft pussy, and I knew for sure that she had got her money’s worth.
At which time she said, “So that’s how he feels,” and I said, “Who?” and she said, “The man I’m married to,” and then, “He’s that way. I didn’t know it until . . .” And she wept again, while I held her. But she never again came aboard the Liberated Lady.
That was my introduction to the Liberated Lady, where I stayed so long it come to be a way of life that satisfied me more truly than any I had yet known. I had found my place; and I knew it every day that I lived with Miss Ruby; maybe because there was something inside of me – or inside of Billy – that realized it couldn’t last forever, that it would all come to an end long before I was ready for an ending.
Which it did.

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Joe chapter 9

Joe, Amber and Bella are still sitting naked in his room… A little drunk from the bottle Amber brought.