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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me!


I sat there, in the kitchen, suddenly very nervous again. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn’t laughed, she had been kind, and interested, and considerate, and she had listened and asked intelligent questions. But then we had heard the car pull up outside and I had dashed upstairs to change – or just to hide. Now? I was sitting in the kitchen for a while. Waiting. Was this a good idea? I wasn’t sure. I nervously sipped on my drink and pulled my short skirt down, I didn’t want it showing my stocking tops.

I heard cheery laughter as Gemma chatted with Bob, and as he shared a joke about his dinner-with-a-client with his wife Carol. I had heard them go through and start talking quietly in the lounge, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then the door to the kitchen opened and Gemma came in and looked at me. “OK, dear? Ready for this?”


It had all started out so innocently that evening. I got home early, as I always tried to do when we had friends to stay. Carol and Bob were old friends, I had known Bob at college and he and I had been each other’s best man when we both got married within a couple of years of starting work.

Gemma and I had been happy for nearly twelve years, the usual ups and downs but we had worked to overcome them, and we had no reason to believe Carol and Bob didn’t share similar wedded bliss. But that evening when Carol had arrived early, to have a good chatter with Gemma before Bob came along later, we had learned that things were quite not as they seemed. I had been surprised when Gemma had called me in, to join in their discussion.

“I’ve told Gemma and she seems to think you should know too,” said the lovely Carol when I sat opposite her with my coffee.

I had been a little distracted, she was wearing a short skirt and I had always admired her legs. Gemma and I had often joked about that. But I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, not on her legs and her prominent bosoms.

“It’s Bob and I. We had a good talk last night. We’re thinking about a divorce.”

We were shocked to say the least. I had thought I knew them both very well, we were so often in each other’s houses and had been since just after our college days. I played golf with Bob, and all four of us frequently went down to the town pool for a swim when I really could admire Carol’s figure. And we’d all been to the cinema together, sometimes to the theatre. But, I realised, not so much recently, I remembered Gemma had commented on that a couple of days earlier.

I really didn’t know what to say. But Carol continued.

“It’s a collection of things really. We seem not to do so much together these days and – well – in bed, it just doesn’t seem to work anymore. I mean, it used to be so good … ”

At which she began to sob again. Gemma moved to comfort her, I myself stood up and walked over to kneel in front, to take her hand, to try to offer some support. Eventually she settled down and began to smile a little, difficult in the circumstances.

It was Gemma’s turn to speak.

“Alan, we have to help here, don’t we.”

I didn’t really see how, I mean it was between Bob and Carol really, OK we would help out in any way we could but I really didn’t see how. I looked at them both, two very attractive women in their mid-thirties, both somewhat upset. It was Gemma who surprised me by what she said next.

“Carol, you probably don’t realise this but Alan and I have been through this ourselves.”

I didn’t realise what was going to come next, or I would probably just have shouted ‘NO’ and run out. Carol looked across at me, then at Gemma.

“You two? Oh no, surely not, I mean, you and Alan, we’ve always looked at you as a sort-of role model where marriage is concerned. I mean, a couple of months ago I noticed you seemed a bit down, Alan, but since then, well, you’ve never seemed happier.”

I didn’t know how to explain, in fact she was so right, but things had changed in the previous two months.

“Well Carol. We had to talk it through, and we came up with a way of helping ourselves.”


“It was after we had watched a television program. I had an idea and Alan went along with it.”

No! No!

“Some people might think it a little unconventional but, well, in the privacy of our own home, as I said we came up an idea, it doesn’t affect other people and it works for us.”

No!!! Surely not. This was private, not for sharing. Not even with our nearest friends. Surely Gemma wasn’t going to tell Carol about this, about our secret. I looked straight at her, screaming ‘no’ with my eyes.

“Alan, I think this may be a good idea. To tell Carol at least, Bob won’t be here for quite a while yet. She can keep a secret, I trust her. And if it helps her to realise that someone like us can find a way through all the problems, well, I think we’re obliged to help. How about it?”

I sat and thought about it. Rather stunned. It was between Gemma and me. It was private, man-and-wife stuff, not for public consumption. Gemma had a point, I wanted to help Bob and Carol but was this the only way? Would it really help? I would be revealing all to Carol, maybe not to Bob, how would she react? On the other hand I had to admit that in a way I was rather thrilled by the thought of sharing it with another person apart from Gemma. Maybe I could do it.

“Alan, you can do it. Yes you can. Shall I tell Carol, do you want to be here when I do or would you rather go? You could go sort some stuff in the garden.”

Carol had recovered from her distress to some extent while we were discussing this. She looked across at me, then at Gemma, puzzled.

“Look, you two, I don’t want to cause even more problems. I mean, whatever Gemma is on about, Alan, if you’re not happy about it….”

“Alan, go on. I’m sure it will help, and I’m also sure you’d really like to. I’ll help. You go on upstairs and make a start, I’ll come and help in a minute. I really think it would be better to show Carol, not just to tell her. Please.”

And it was the way she said that ‘please’, that did it, she could wind me round her little finger when she said that, it was the look on her face when she said it, some combination of coy and sexy. I gave in, I stood up and went out and upstairs. Gemma joined me after a few seconds.

“Right then, Alan, I know you will enjoy this. You go and shower, I’ll get your stuff ready. So, shower I did.

When I returned to the bedroom Gemma had gone back downstairs again. I looked at what she had laid on the bed. I became just a little aroused, at the thought of what was to come and of Carol waiting downstairs. I set to it. About twenty minutes later Gemma came back to help with my preparation. She had worked part-time in a beauty salon when she had been in college herself and had become very skilful in make-up. After helping me she went back downstairs, and very soon I followed her.

I paused outside the lounge, then knocked gently on the door.

“Come in” I heard Gemma call out.

I opened the door and went in. Carol looked at me. I stood there, in front of her, rather differently dressed from what she had seen about an hour earlier. She looked me up and down. I felt very different too. My own hair was beginning to recede but the shoulder length deep brown wig I was wearing hid all that. The delicate clip earrings were different too, as was the ‘gold’ choker with a deep blue central stone. Gemma had done her usual excellent job on my makeup, I was thrilled with the overall effect of my bluish eye-shadow, thick eye liner and mascaras and the deep red lipstick, coated with a smooth lip gloss.

The clothing had changed too. No more shirt and trousers, I was wearing a sheer cream blouse with ruffles down the front between my ‘breasts’ and at the cuffs. It went well with the short tight black skirt and black stockings, held up by my suspenders. And the shoes, Gemma hadn’t realised which ones I was going to wear when she had done my make-up. I’d always loved high heels, for many years I’d loved to look at Gemma’s legs or Carol’s when they were wearing stilettos. And now I was wearing my own. I stood there, waiting to be inspected, my tight black basque holding me in, pushing my ‘boobs’ out, giving me a more-than acceptable figure. The little cap and frilly apron completed the effect – I was to all appearances a real ‘lady’s maid.’

Carol spoke at last.

“Wow! Alan, you look sensational – I never imagined ….. I wasn’t sure what Gemma was on about but this, well!! I don’t know how to say this, I hardly dare admit it but – Gemma – looking at Alan like this, I’m getting rather turned on!”

That was something new. And something which very much surprised me at first. But then I remembered the sort of comments which Gemma had made when she first saw me dressed, or at least the first time she saw me properly dressed. Made up that is, with nylons covering my shaved legs, with a tight basque or a waist cincher, able to show a proper female figure. In fact after she saw me for the first time Gemma had said I really looked like ‘a babe’. Gemma had liked it, maybe Carol did too.

In other circumstances I might have been really impressed that Carol found me attractive. In this case I was happy, maybe even thrilled, but not ‘excited’, not in a sexual way. The two girls persuaded me to walk round a little, to sit and to stand, then Gemma asked me to get them some drinks. I made each a vodka and lime, I decided there and then that if the chance ever came that was going to be ‘my’ drink. If ever. And it was then, just as we were talking about my dressing, and wondering if Gemma was going to ask me to join them for a drink, that we heard a car outside. Bob was back, from work.

I looked at Gemma, rather alarmed, this wasn’t supposed to happen, there was supposed to be another hour yet before he returned. I just had to get changed back, and quickly. I turned and dashed out and upstairs. I heard some shouting behind me but I didn’t wait to hear, I was in too much of a hurry. I just got into the bedroom and reached behind me to unzip my skirt when a hand grabbed mine from behind. It was Carol.

“Wait, Alan. Or should I say ‘Alice’. You’ve been so great so far, I want to know and I think Bob might too. Really, we do need help, Bob was getting rather desperate a couple of nights ago. And he was totally useless in bed last night. I know I shouldn’t be saying this to you or to Gemma but we do need someone we can trust. And you can trust us, both of us, too. Please. Come down. As you are. I’ll explain what is going on to Bob. If you can find it in you to help us this time, please Alan, I really don’t want Bob and I to have to go on like this.”

She was beginning to sob by then. I never could stand a woman crying, especially a friend. I just knew that, whatever the consequences, I had to say yes. So I did. Which is why, a few minutes later, I was at in the kitchen. Hesitant. Waiting. I could hear the girls and Bob talking next door. Presumably they were telling him what was going on. But how much of it? What was about to be expected of me? I heard Gemma’s voice calling out.

“OK, dear? Ready for this?”


I walked through into the lounge and turned to face Gemma. And Bob. I wasn’t sure exactly what the girls had told him, I hadn’t been able to hear properly what they had been talking about. Probably something about Gemma and me having had difficult times ourselves and of our pleasure in being able to work through them. But, from the look on Bob’s face, I could see Gemma hadn’t told him exactly how.

He said nothing for several seconds, then spoke, “Streuth Alan, You look sensational!”

Again, as with Carol, not quite what I had been expecting, Not laughter, not ridicule, not ‘Alan you look totally stupid’, nothing like that. I decided to maintain whatever illusion I had succeeded in creating.

“Good evening sir, may I get you a drink?”

It was the combination of the mild manner and the rather gentle voice which did it, I think, and Bob’s own obvious mental jump which matched the one I had made myself some months earlier. Not a massive jump, just an assumption about my name.

“Er – yes please – er – Alice, a whisky if I may.”

I smiled sweetly at Bob and turned towards the drinks trolley, pouring his drink and adding what I knew to be the right amount of soda. I turned towards him and noticed Gemma and Carol beaming at each other.

“Gemma, did you see that. You are a dirty old man, Bob Harris, I saw the way you tried to look up Alan’s skirt!”

Bob felt in some way caught out, he stuttered a little.

“Well – er – no, I was just looking – I mean – ”

“You were looking at his legs!” Gemma butted in.

The accusations were made light-heartedly but there was just a slight edge to what Carol was saying.

“Gemma, please, you have to say ‘she’ and ‘her’, after all it is a woman you can see isn’t it? And if you think her body looks good now you should see her in a mini-dress and sheer stockings!”

That broke the ice, all three of them collapsed in mild hysterics. I was just beginning to feel rather embarrassed, rather out of it, when Carol brought us all back down to Earth.

“Well, like I said, you really do look gorgeous Alice. If you’re being the maid maybe you’d like to freshen all our drinks and you can both tell us all about it.”

“Yes, do, Alice dear. And you can take off your cap and apron and come and have a drink too.”

I did another whisky and soda, and this time three vodka and limes, then sat down on the sofa next to Gemma. I carefully slid my legs to one side, trying to sit delicately, Carol smiled when she noticed my difficulty. We spent the best part of an hour chatting about my dressing, about how I felt being seen as a woman, and most importantly how Gemma and I thought it had helped us. We both had to admit – it wasn’t entirely the sex but that was an important part of it.

Making love as two women, with me often teasing Gemma’s cunt, with my long scarlet-nailed fingers or with my lips, basically playing at being two women in bed together, we loved it! Specially when we played with each other’s breasts, and even more specially when we both wore exotic and usually very expensive bras and panties. It was just fun! Carol kept asking about what it felt like, I am sure she was getting rather excited by images of me dressed in underwear. Maybe I was just flattering myself.

I had often wondered how things would have worked out if Bob and I had done things the other way round when we started double-dating, maybe me with Carol, Bob with Gemma. Could she have fancied me? And what’s more, did she in any way now? Even with me dressed like this? I was jolted back to reality when Carol came into the kitchen with me to clear away the glasses at the end of the evening.

“Well, Alice. It’s certainly been an interesting evening. Bob has enjoyed it, I can tell. Have you noticed?”

It did surprise me to hear her say that. She seemed to be saying something else but I didn’t really understand. I looked straight at her, she had a rather weird smile on her face. I was going to ask but she grinned even wider.

“Alan, you must have noticed Bob. His pants! He had a very large – well – boner! He kept looking at your legs and at your figure. You really do have a very good figure you know. Bob has been definitely very attentive, I’m beginning to get a bit worried about him!”

She was still grinning, thank goodness, not really seriously about her ‘allegations’ – I could well have worried if that hadn’t been the case.

Later that evening, as Gemma and I were getting ready for bed, I told my wife what Carol had said, I really wanted to know what she thought about it and whether she thought revealing all to Bob and Carol might have in any way helped them with their problem.

She did admit that she had noticed some sort of effect on Bob, and yes she had seen something swelling inside his trousers. We agreed that it was maybe not such a good idea to go on too much in the coming days about our own difficulties and how we had got through them in case it made Bob and Carol feel bad about telling us about their love life. However – we got some sort of an answer within minutes. As Gemma and I were making love, enjoying the feelings of each others’ underwear and long hair and the thrill of our painted lips caressing, we heard something from the bedroom next door.

The bed in there is our ‘second-best’ bed and it does creak at times. We heard a sound as if something was going on, then nothing for a minute, then a loud female -YES!. Maybe we had been some help!

The next few days passed by more normally. The nights were really not very special for Gemma and I at all, just interrupted by sounds of heavy activity in the other bedroom. It seemed we had stirred something in the two of them and generally during the day the two of them seemed more at ease. While they were staying we took Bob and Carol shopping in the more up-market areas of Birmingham, we ate out a couple of times, Bob and I even fitted in a round of golf one afternoon when the weather improved a bit and I managed to pull some strings at the club. We got back at about five to find the girls somewhat excited.

Gemma rushed and kissed me on the cheek.

“OK Alan. Fun time again, we’ve been shopping and Carol has got you a present or two.”

Carol grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs into the bedroom.

“Gemma and I were talking after you had gone out, Alan, and we decided. Both Bob and I would like to meet ‘Alice’ again, so I asked Gemma about buying you a dress – for a present. She told me about one you mentioned you’d seen a couple of weeks ago. It does took gorgeous, we’ve just GOT TO see you wearing it, Alan. And I want to help. Gemma agreed to let me do your make-up and so on. So. Strip, Alan, have yourself a shower, I’ve put some special shower gel on the shelf in the bathroom. So go to it. Girl!”

“Carol, Help! Do I have any say in this, I mean and what about Bob? What has he got to say about this?”

“Bob is going to love it, believe me. Certainly if the other night is anything to go by. Gemma has agreed. We haven’t even started on dinner so unless you want to starve tonight get a move on. I’ll be back up in ten minutes, Gemma and I have got some of your stuff out for you already.”

So I was stuck. Ganged up on. What Bob would make of it I didn’t know but I admit I was excited again at the thought of dressing in company. I had eventually enjoyed the evening earlier in the week. And I knew the black dress Carol had mentioned, Gemma had told me a couple of weeks earlier she wanted me to get it but I hadn’t had the chance to buy it yet. So I did set to it, the shower gel was indeed rather luxurious and very sweet-smelling. Very feminine. When I had shaved carefully – twice – I dashed into the bedroom and slid my panties on, pulling them up tightly to tuck my private parts in as tightly as possible.

Then I lay on the bed and carefully stuck my breast-forms in place. The previous occasion I had only slipped them into my bra but this time I wanted them to be secure, and more than that, carefully made-up to hide the edges. I did the make-up while I was waiting for Carol. Gemma was better at the facial cosmetics but I really had got the task of covering the seams round my ‘breasts’ down to a fine art. It was just very thin careful ‘plastering’ really! Carol was amazed at the sight when she did come into the bedroom a few minutes later.

“Wow, Alan, they look so good. I can’t see the join. It’s a good thing Bob isn’t here to see this at the moment. OK, get your bra on.”

After I’d done this I turned – to see Carol holding out a black satin ‘bustier’ – some sort of waist corset which was designed to hold me inwards in the right places.

“Er – Carol, I don’t really need that do I?”

“You wait, Alan. You haven’t seen the dress we’ve got for you yet.”

So I stepped into the bustier and pulled it up, round my waist, it reached up to just below my ‘tits’. And then Carol, from behind me, pulled the cords really tight – and nearly cut me in half. I grunted in surprise and exhaled at which point Carol pushed me in the back with one hand and pulled even tighter with the other. This time I did cry out.

“Alan, don’t worry, you need to do this. You need a tiny waist to look your best, believe me.”

I slowly recovered and began to breathe again, then I could speak.

“Streuth Carol, is this really necessary?”

“It is if you are going to fit into a size 10″

“A 10? Why on earth did you buy me a size 10. I’m a 14 really, though I can just about get into Gemma’s size 12 stuff sometimes. Why?”

“Because we had to get it, Alan, and it was in a sale, and the shop only had this size available in black, this or a 16. You just have to have a little black dress, every woman does, and you are going to look so good, believe me.”

She kept on saying that, I was not convinced. However I realised I had to go along with this and I was warming to the idea. Over the next twenty minutes Carol carried on with the transformation of Alan into Alice. She was obviously well primed by Gemma, knew where everything was and what to do for maximum effect. And she had a few ideas of her own.

“The 7-denier seamed black hold-ups were my idea, Alan, so that suspender buttons don’t spoil the line of the dress. They are long-line too, so they won’t show if you cross your legs. And the earrings, I got them for you. They’re only cheap costume stuff but they do the job very well, sort-of diamante pendants, they look really nice. Match the choker too, in the right light they’ll glisten as if they cost a million. Now, let me help you to get the wig on and the shoes, then let’s see how the make-up looks.”

The wig went on carefully, then the shoes. They amazed me. Gemma had decided I needed something a little more glamorous a couple of weeks ago, but these, well. They were high heels. VERY high heels, maybe 5″ or 6″, black patent stilettos. When I stood I was surprised how well I managed, walking around in them instantly as if I had worn heels like those all my life. At last Carol let me look in the mirror. I was amazed! Totally! She had done a good job, in fact she had done a brilliant job. The jewellery did sparkle and the whole effect, sexy black underwear and high heels, with the rather heavier and more provocative make-up than I usually wore in the house.

Something stirred down below when I looked at my reflection. I looked pretty good and I knew it. What would Gemma say to this?

“Carol, you have done a brilliant job, really, I’d never have believed it”

“Neither would I,” said a voice behind me. It was Gemma who had crept up the stairs and in to have a look. “I just wondered how you were getting on – and I see the answer is ‘famously’. Alice, you look sensational. OK Carol, where’s this dress you’ve got for my husband?”

Carol opened the wardrobe door and took out the dress on its hanger. Both Gemma and I breathed in loudly when we saw it. It was black, yes. But black p.v.c., and very short, and very small. Size 10 maybe but there was not a lot to it, Carol slid it off the hanger and pulled down the zip at the back.

“Right now, it is Alice now, isn’t it? Step into this and I’ll fasten it for you, let’s see how it looks.”

I stepped into the skirt and Carol tugged it up over my bum. I stretched my arms into the tight-fitting sleeves, then Carol zipped it up the back – not very far. And reached behind my neck to fasten the halter neck clip there. She fussed over the dress for a while, making sure I was tucked in properly and my bra was not visible. But an awful lot of my breasts were, it really was plunging between them, that dress and the bustier between them worked together to give huge bulging melons at the front. The back wasn’t much better, though my hair hung down below my shoulders there was a fair amount of bare skin showing.

I knew the answer I wanted to hear but I just had to ask, “Carol, can I get away with this, I mean, it’s rather risqué isn’t it?”

“Risqué?” butted in Gemma, “Alice, it’s positively obscene, it’s fucking lethal. I don’t know how you’ve managed it between the two of you but you’ve produced a sex kitten. Bob is going to positively love you, Alice.”

Bob! What would he think. I mean it was one thing to put on a skirt and a blouse and some make-up and to play at being a woman in the bedroom. But like this, heck, a couple of hours earlier I had been playing golf with him. This was something else.

“OK Alice, we’ll find out in a moment. Gemma, we’ll come down in a couple of minutes, I’ve got Alice’s makeup to finish and his – I mean her – nails to do. And – er – Gemma – that other thing we talked about. What do you think?”

Gemma looked at me carefully, then turned to Carol. “Are you sure?”

“Yes I am.”

“OK,” was all she said, and went out and down the stairs.

Carol sat down next to me to sort out my nails, it was a task I always enjoyed but usually found difficult, especially the end stages when I had seven or eight nails fitted. And that would certainly have been the case here. Carol wasn’t using sticky pads, she was gluing them on. And they weren’t my usual slightly longish nails, these were well over an inch long and they were scarlet.

“OK now, let’s finish you off, Alice, another coat of lipstick and liner pencil, then gloss. Then we’re done. Now. Have a final look.”

I did so and was not at all disappointed, the look was even more glamorous than before. Carol handed me a small black purse – I turned and looked once more in the long mirror. Internally I was terrified but really I was so thrilled. I had wanted to try to ‘look’ female, ever since Gemma and I had started dressing me up. And now I had my dream come true. I beamed at Carol.

“Wow, you really have done a great job, thank you so much.”

“OK Alice. Let’s see what Bob thinks.”

Now for the crunch. I carefully walked down the stairs, coping with the impossibly high heels better than I would have thought, and went into the lounge. I saw Gemma first, it was the first time she had seen the ‘full’ me. Then I saw Bob and he saw me. He stood up and gulped.

“Streuth Alan, you look totally sensational,” he said with real feeling, I could tell he meant it.

Carol had followed us down the stairs and gone past us, she turned and offered a whisky and a gin to us.

“Let me be your waitress this time, Alice. Please, sit down on the sofa you two, I want to see you together.”

So we did, we sat down side by side. Gemma and Carol were looking at us, it was Carol who spoke first.

“I’m sorry, Gemma, there’s no way I could dress Bob up in any way to look nearly as good as Alan does, he’s far too wide and much too tall. I mean in heels like those he’d be about 6 foot 10 nearly. And he’s too broad. But they do make a lovely couple don’t they.”

I may well have blushed, sitting there next to Bob, my legs crossed and showing off my nylon-clad thighs.

“You’re right” said Carol, “but I still think Bob can get some more fun out of this situation. Apart from what you have been doing in bed the past few nights that is.”

It was Bob’s turn to look embarrassed. “Sorry you two but, well, you know, I mean it’s the novelty of it, seeing Alan dressed like he was the other day, I mean, he looked really gorgeous. And he looks even better today doesn’t he?!”

Gemma stood up and disappeared upstairs for just a few moments, coming back holding her silk jacket, the one I had bought for her on a trip to Paris the previous year. “Try this on, Alice.” I did.

“OK you two, come on Bob, you’ve only had the one drink so you should be OK to drive.”

Bob and I looked at each other. Something was going on, and I could tell he didn’t know what it was either. Gemma smiled at us as we stood there side-by-side.

“Bob, you’d better take your car. Carol and I are going to change just a little more formal. I told you we weren’t cooking tonight, you’re going out with Alice. How about the ‘Grey Fox’, you’re not likely to meet anybody who knows either of you there. Don’t look like that, Alan, you know you really want to, don’t you? And we both want to see how you get on.”

Bob and I both realised simultaneously. They’d arranged a ‘date’ for us! We both, together, almost in synchronised voices, called out together ‘No’. But we hadn’t a chance. The two girls had decided. And though I was a little loath to admit it I was secretly in ecstasy just thinking about it. Being seen, in public, wearing such a promiscuous outfit. And with a man too. I couldn’t really tell what Bob thought about it but, just over fifteen minutes later we were walking hand-in-hand from the car park to the pub.

“Alan, look, we have to go through with this, let’s just get it over with. A couple of drinks and then we can go back to your house. OK?”

“OK Bob. As you say. But please, go along with this will you. I really don’t want to be caught, you know. I’d absolutely die of embarrassment even with strangers. Please, play along will you?”

I squeezed Bob’s hand to try to encourage him. Looking into his eyes I think I had misinterpreted what he was saying, he looked somewhat horrified. I realised it was the squeeze which had done it, a show of affection, not appropriate in the situation. But we still had to go ahead with this.

“Please Bob.”

He relented, just a little. As we approached the door he reached out to hold it open for me and smiled.

“After you, Alice.”

And I walked in. Into the pub. The Grey Fox, the lounge bar of. So there I was, with a man beside me holding my hand. A rather attractive man, I realised. And I saw the heads turn. To look at me. To look at my figure, my face, my hair, my legs. Inspecting all of me. And they saw a woman. I recognised the looks on the men’s faces, after all I’d done it myself, stared at a woman entering a room, looked and imagined myself with her. But there was more. I looked across at Bob. He was beginning to smile and I knew exactly where he was coming from. After all I’d been in that situation too.

Walking into a pub or a restaurant with Gemma, I’d felt pride as other men looked at my date, my woman, wanting her, it had made me feel good. And I wanted Bob to feel good too. I slipped my hand from his and took his arm, smiling across at him. He realised. I had to play a part too. We walked over to the bar. The barman came over to us immediately, even though I could see there were a couple of other customers he should have served first.

I smiled again at Bob and put on what I hoped was my very best and sexiest ‘Alice’ voice, “I think I’ll have a gin-and tonic, darling.”

Bob ordered my drink and a double scotch for himself, I realised he was probably more nervous than me, he had decided he needed a double. Which was surprising really, considering I was the one who was taking the real risk. I mean, I did stand out somewhat. There weren’t many guys who went out for the evening with another guy, at least not dressed as I was. From the bar I could see my reflection in the darkened window at the other side of the room. Not clearly but I could make out the main features, the tight revealing dress, the long legs and ultra-high heels, the long wavy blonde hair, the provocatively made-up face. I looked. And I thought ‘I like this’! I did.

The whole feminine appearance was turning me on, I could feel the tightness of my trapped organ between my legs. As I sat and crossed my legs, feeling my hem slide up a little over my thighs I realised the effect it was having. Not just on me but on several of the men in the room, they were getting excited too. I realised the feeling of power a woman can have over a man, appealing to his sexual instincts. My previous exploits had all been at home with Gemma. But here and now, this was something different.

I sipped my drink slowly, revelling in the experience and, to some extent, playing at it. Like when I noticed one guy looking at me, I slid my hand up along my thigh, glorying in the sensation as my long red nails moved erotically over my nylon-clad thighs, and I watched him squirm. And again as I teased another man by slowly circling my red lips with my tongue, my eyes smiling at him as I teased him to some extent. Bob settled into it too. We talked quietly, about what we felt like, he said that he had got turned on the other night and that he and Carol had better sex than they had done for a while.

He got us another drink and began to really warm to the experience. Then – he put his hand on my knee. I actually think he did it because he wanted to but he quickly leaned over to speak quietly to me.

“Alan – er Alice, I mean. We have to keep up the appearance, don’t we? Maybe we should be going soon.”

He didn’t need to say that – suddenly Carol and Gemma were there, beside us.

“Look, you two, I think you’ve done enough for now. And I’m just beginning to get a little worried about Bob’s motives,” said Gemma. “He’s had several drinks already and I know from experience what that can lead to. Come on Alice, Bob can’t drive, I’ll take you home, Carol can drive Bob.”

As she pulled into out drive some way ahead of Carol in our car, Gemma turned to me. “Well Alice, I could tell you enjoyed yourself. I knew you would. I’m really not sure how to react to seeing the two of you together, but if later on you and Bob – well – you know …”

She left the sentence unfinished. I was shocked. What had she just said? Had she really just given her permission for me and Bob – me and her husband, that is, to – well, it didn’t bear thinking about. I mean Bob was a guy, after all, and me? I was just a little confused. And I suppose I might have stayed confused until, ten minutes later as we all sat in our lounge again, having another drink, Bob put his hand on my leg again, and gently squeezed it!

It was my reaction which, thinking about it afterwards, was surprising. I looked across at Gemma to see her watching us – she smiled at me. I was feeling so aroused at that moment, the whole evening, the dressing, the drinks, the feelings in the pub, they all combined in my mind, I felt I knew at least something about what it must feel like to be a woman. To be looked at, maybe even admired, maybe even lusted after. I looked into Bob’s eyes – and I saw lust, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over towards him and, ever so gently, touched my lips to his. I wasn’t sure whether it was something I wanted to do but it was definitely something he wanted, I had seen that. And it was definitely pleasant at least, he responded by gripping my thigh harder and sliding his other hand round my waist to pull me towards him.

Our lips pressed together a little harder, then I pulled back. In my sexy voice I spoke.

“Wow, Bob darling, that was great. How about more?”

I moved in again and this time Bob definitely responded, sliding his hand right up inside my skirt and opening his own mouth to admit my probing tongue. This wasn’t just kissing, it was necking, and more still. I could feel the reaction inside his trousers as he became aroused and, out of sight of Carol and Gemma, my own right hand reached down to caress the bulge. This was moving into new territory.

It was Carol who spoke next, moving us not just into new territory but right off the planet.

“Er – Alice. Gemma and I had rather wanted to stay up for a while to watch a movie on TV. It’s a real weepy – Sleepless in Sacramento or something like that. You could stay and watch it with us if you like. But if you two want to – er – go somewhere else – don’t let us keep you.”

As we separated slightly I watched Bob. He had realised what was being said and, despite now being rather drunk, he rebelled against it. I could tell what he was thinking – he knew the ‘awfulness’ of what he had just done, he’d been kissing a guy, and in front of both our wives at that. And worse still I knew he had actually been enjoying it. And now, amazingly, his wife was actually giving me permission to make a move on him. Seriously. The total unexpectedness of the situation amazed me. Did I want to?

YES! I knew I had to take charge. I leaned over to gently slide my creamy lips over his briefly, then stood up and provocatively slid my hands down my sides to straighten my skirt, wriggling my bulging tits as I did so.

“Like what you see, Bob, my darling?” I picked up my handbag and leaned right down over Bob so that he couldn’t help staring right down my deep cleavage. “Do you, Bob? Fancy me do you?”

His breathing became heavier, mine too became rather erratic as I realised that it was me having this effect on him. OK I was surprised but I was also thrilled. It was me, Alice, who excited him. He wanted me, I know he did, but it was as a woman I had such an effect on him. I looked him in the eyes, he smiled. Yes, he wanted me too. I leaned over and whispered quiet in his ear.

“Are you up for this Bob, I can tell you are feeling really randy, your cock is swelling something massive in those trousers. How about it then? Am I woman enough for you?”

His initial reaction was one of surprise, of pulling back from the brink of wherever we were. But I was ready for that. As I sat down again next to him on the sofa. I turned my body towards him and slid my right leg right across his lap giving him an eyeful of my ‘fuck-me’ stiletto, my long black seamed stocking and a tantalising glimpse of bare thigh above my exposed stocking top. He really had no choice, he just had to reach down and grab my leg just below the knee.

I was ready, I wriggled so that his hand slid up over my knee towards my thigh, at the same moment covering his mouth with mine and working on it with my creamy red lips. Suddenly he did lose control, his own lips opened to admit my playful tongue. I wriggled more and felt his other hand begin to tease my breast through my thin tight dress.

“Is that OK my darling? How about it then?”

“Christ Alan – er – Alice, I don’t know. I really want – heck, I really do – want to ….”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t express his desire. So I did it for him. I stood up and reached down to pull his hand towards me and spoke, very invitingly.

“Come on, Bob my darling. Time for bed.”

Had I just said that? Of course I had! I was on cloud nine, revelling in the effect of my feminine wiles, on the guys in the bar and now on my best friend Bob. I wanted him. I didn’t look at the girls, just pulled Bob vertical and dragged him, not too unwillingly, after me. And up the stairs into the master bedroom. The room where Gemma and I had made love so passionately and erotically so many times. But now I was going to have a different experience.

I just didn’t give Bob time to think.

“Bob, my darling, can you unzip me please?” I asked, turning my back to him and moving close.

I expected him just to start to undress me but he had suddenly gotten into the swing of things himself. His right hand snaked round my waist and up to cup my right breast, his head buried in my neck as he kissed me. I turned and flung my arms round his neck. “Jeez, Bob, that is SO good!”

“Christ, Alan – Alice. YES!!”

We kissed again, hard again, and I felt Bob’s big hands pull on the zip of my dress behind me. I stood back and slid my arms out, letting the dress slide to the ground, then stepped out of it. I stood there, in basque and hose, heels and panties, just feeling ever-so-sexy. I could tell simply by looking down at Bob that he felt so too. I reached down and unzipped his pants, then slid my hand in and grasped his erect penis. It was the most gorgeous cock I had ever had the pleasure of touching – in fact apart from my own it was the first.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

My unsolicited sequel to DamonX’s story 8 Days.

So far, the deal between Damon and his fiancée Lacey, to act single for a week, has blown up in both of their faces. He’s pissed she cheated on the deal, lied to him, and tricked him. His reward for agreeing to the deal was supposed to be her virgin ass, on their honeymoon. On day one of their agreement she let the stripper she chose take her ass, and do lots more she’d always denied her fiancé. Damon sees it all and gets revenge by fucking the one person he’s not supposed to, his long time friend Jenna. When Lacey finds out, she decides to go to war, and behave like a total slut for the remainder of their deal.

The war goes Damon’s way, as he sabotages her affair, primarily by putting poison ivy in the bed, and adding hot pepper to her lube. She’s no longer able to slut around, and wants the deal to end. He just wants her gone. Lacey’s best friend convinces him to try to work things out, and guarantees he’ll be able to use his free pass, with her if nobody else. He does, and enjoys it. By Day 4, he’s had his friend Jenna, her roommate Nikki (and her virgin ass) and Stacy, the maid of honor.

We’ve also heard a lot of excuses about why she did what she did. Lying about her first time, tricking him into the deal, and giving her ass to the stripper (as well as sucking him off and swallowing, something else Damon never got). He’s still not buying it.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that’s been left hanging for too long, I’ll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don’t write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Lacey woke me around 6:00 am. She was calling my name out, from the bedroom. She was obviously miserable. I ran her a bath, and sat with her, scrubbing her clean. I changed the water, and had her sit in another tea bath.

“Where were you last night?” she asked warily.

“I came home around 9:00. I’d been over at Cale’s. When I got here, you were out of it. Stacy and I had a long talk. I slept on the couch, so I wouldn’t disturb you.”

She pouted. “I want to end the deal, baby. You were right. It’s not good for us. I’m sorry, Ok?”

“What happened to ‘going to war’? Being the biggest slut in the world?”

Her face screwed up, not a pretty sight at the moment. I saw the tears in her eyes. “You fucked Jenna! How could you? How can I ever face her again? I know you’re not going to give her up, you’re going to want to be friends. She’ll be around us, at parties, over for dinner. And she’ll have that damned smirk. God, that bitch loves to torment me. Rubbing it in how good friends you are. Now she’s fucked you, on top of everything else! Gave you everything, even before I could!”

“Only because you broke our deal.”

“I didn’t! How can you say that! I wouldn’t,” she whined.

“Virgin ass. It was supposed to be mine, and mine only, Lacey. You just threw it away for a big dick and six-pack abs.”

“You should have said something. I thought giving you my ass would be special, a wedding gift. You’d get to have me there.”

“It would have been, if you didn’t let the idiot have it first. You knew that hurt me, and you went and did it again!”

She shook her head. “You fucked Jenna, Damon. You know how I felt. Anybody but her. I told you that! Anybody! Just not her.” She pouted. “I would never do that to you. Never! How would you like it if I had fucked Cale or Jim? Have to see them every day, knowing they’d had me, and I let them do everything? How would that be?”

“Don’t blame me! I didn’t want any of it, remember? You’re the one that wanted to be single for a week. I said no, but then you promised me your virgin ass, so I went along. This wasn’t my idea. You just had to have a turn with your big-dicked stripper, didn’t you? I wasn’t good enough for you. Not buff enough, not enough cock. Fuck, I hope you’re happy with him.”

I got up, and she grabbed at my hand. “Please, Damon. Let’s end it before it gets any worse. I was wrong, Ok? Is that what you want to hear? I fucked up. You did too. Let’s stop.”

“I gotta get ready for work,” I told her.

She sagged into the tub. “Think about it, alright? I love you.”

~ * ~ * ~

Work wasn’t bad. A two hour ‘funch’ break with Jenna was good. Very good. She was in a playful mood, and loved hearing about me and Stacy. “Don’t get soft with Barbie. She lied and fucked around on you. She’s not worthy of you, and proved it. She’ll have a million excuses, but she gave her ass to her stripper. She planned the whole thing. A week before your wedding and she just had to fuck around. What a fucking slut!”

She lubed up her ass, and insisted I take it for a ride. She grabbed one of her toys out of her drawer, and DP’d herself, grinding a fat dildo up her pussy, while I reamed her good. I was getting spoiled, and I loved it.

I was lying beside her, while she played with my cock, looking for a little life. “Dump her, Damon. Dump her, and we’ll set up a play-date with Nikki. Two girls. I bet you’d love that. Six holes for the taking.” She giggled. “Might have to make an all-nighter out of it.”

She climbed on top of me, giving me a big wet kiss. “We’re going to have so much fun. Best friends and fuck-buddies. Does it get much better that that? I’m going to ride that fat cock raw!”

I accepted her hugs and kiss, playing with her tight little butt. But I couldn’t help thinking I wanted more than that. More than fuck-buddies. I wanted happily ever after, but it looked like that wasn’t in the cards.

~ * ~ * ~

Cale called me at work. “Everything’s in place. Looks like your girl went to the doctor. They were out for a couple of hours. Gave us plenty of time. Video, audio, the works.”

“Perfect. I appreciate it. Tell Fred thanks, I owe him one.”

“Maybe you could hook him up with one of those brides-maids. Choice meat.”

I laughed. “High maintenance. I’m not sure that would be much of a favor.”

“How did last night work out?”

“Incredible. Stacy’s an animal. Wild and wicked.”

“Better than plain vanilla Lacey?”

“Oh, God. No comparison. At least not the Lacey I know. The whore that fucked that stripper looked like she’d be fun to play with. Guess I’ll never find out.”

“You gonna try to nail another of her friends?” Cale asked.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Another ride with Stace would be incredible. I…I’m having mixed feelings about the whole thing.”

“No shit. I said you were an idiot for agreeing to the deal. With a woman that looks like that? She must turn away a dozen offers a day.”

“Does she? Turn them away?”

“Dude. Don’t go there. She might have fucked up, but you don’t really think she was cheating on you before, do you? She might be a stuck-up bitch, but none of us ever thought she didn’t love you. Damn, half the time she had that puppy dog look. I can only imagine a woman like that looking at me the way she looked at you. Naw, I don’t believe it. You gave her a free pass, and she abused it. Don’t look at it as more than that. You’d only be lying to yourself.”

~ * ~ * ~

I got home late after stopping for a beer. I’ll admit it, I was confused. Still pissed off as hell. A cougar sat beside me, and I bought her a beer. I chatted her up. I had no doubt I could have had her if I wanted, all the signs were there.

But I didn’t want to. I was almost ashamed. Maybe I should turn in my man card.

It was after 7:00, and I was surprised to see that Lacey was up and around, even cooking dinner. She acted bizarrely normal. “Hope you’re hungry,” she said.

“Starving. Let me change, and I’ll be out in a bit.”

I stripped down to shorts and a t-shirt, and joined her in the kitchen. “Smells delicious.” I reached around her waist for a hug, gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. Doctor gave me some, uh, pred-something. Said it looked like poison ivy. When I told her about the sheets, she gave me grief. Told me I should always wash everything new before using it. I feel like such a dunce.”

“Those are the biggest meatballs I’ve ever seen,” I teased.

“Too much TV. I was watching a show and decided to give it a try.” She lifted one up out of the sauce. About as big as a racquetball. Huge. She grinned. “Talk about torture. Seeing these? All I can think about is my special man.”

Yeah, I bet. I’m sure Brett would love to hear it.

She must have felt the vibe I was giving off. “Can we talk, honey? Really talk? I don’t think we have once since I got that stupid idea in my head.”

“Of course,” I said.

“After dinner. The spaghetti will be done in just a minute.”

We ate an amiable meal, both of us avoiding our issues. I helped her clear and wash the dishes, then she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. “I’m starting to itch. My forearm and the back of my thigh. Can you help me?”

“Another bath?”

“Some lotion should do, I think. I got a prescription.”

She put down a sheet on the bed, and stripped naked. She was looking better, the swelling around her face was almost gone. Instead of one huge red swollen mess, now you could see patches of rash. I took the cotton balls and cleaned each area with a little rubbing alcohol. Afterward, I applied the ointment, carefully, using my finger.

“Don’t get it on you,” she said nervously.

“I’ll wash my hands afterward. I’m wiping my finger with the rubbing alcohol after each area, so I won’t spread it. I’ll be careful.”

I had been at it for about 5 minutes.

“I had a long talk with Stacy,” she said softly.

I nodded.

“Is she right? Are you ready to dump me? Now, on the eve of our wedding, after more than a year?”

I sighed, dabbing her gently. “I don’t see much future for us. I don’t trust you anymore.”

“Because I lied about that first night with Brett? When I said I had no plans? I swear, I didn’t. Not for that night—”

“It’s not just one thing. It was everything. You blew that bastard at your party. Lied to me about why you wanted your week of being single. Lied about saving your virgin ass for me. Lied about your plans that night. You wanted to be able to fuck around, but you didn’t want me with Jenna, or any of the people I know. It’s just too much, as a whole. Never mind the shock of seeing how you’d totally give yourself to that asshole, act like such a wanton slut, when you’d never do any of that for me. You gave him your ass, sucked his cock. I never got any of that, but some stripper off the street did.”

She sighed. “We see things so differently. It is a problem. I was angry, furious, that you’d break the one rule I’d asked for, but I never thought it would mean the end of us. I love you too much, and thought you loved me.”

“Your one rule. The one you added, after we had a deal. After you had already lined up your gorgeous big-dick fuck God, then you say, ‘Oh yeah, you can’t have Jenna’. I still wouldn’t have, if you could have stuck with our deal.” I was irritated that she kept throwing Jenna in my face. She broke the rules first!

“You know, I could have overlooked the trickery, the deceit. Setting me up so you could have your lover. I could even overlook the slutty behavior with him. Begging him to use you, to treat you like a whore. But you promised me! You know I wanted your ass, and for a year you denied me. Then you made that promise to me. On our honeymoon, I’d get your virgin ass. One part of you that would be mine and mine only. Nobody else, ever. You lured me into your hateful deal with that promise. I agreed to let you experiment, see other men, as much as I detested the idea, because of that promise. And you gave it to him.”

She had tears rolling down her cheeks. “No, baby. I didn’t promise you I’d save it for you. That was part of the whole plan. To get me used to it, so it wouldn’t be miserable our first time. I wanted it to be incredible. My gift to you.”

“You did, Lacey. You promised me anything. And then you whispered in my ear that I would get to, and I quote, ‘fuck…your…tight…little…virgin…ass’.”

I sat back, having finished her front. “Flip over.”

She turned over, and I started another coat.

“I…I think it was a simple case of misunderstanding. Can you believe that? I thought you wanted my ass. I was eager to give it to you. I was. I…I might have said virgin, because it was, at the time. I didn’t understand that it meant that much to you. I figured you wanted my ass, not the fact that nobody had been there. You don’t seem to mind that you weren’t the first in my mouth or in my pussy. It’s not like it would be your first time doing a girl in the butt. I didn’t know. I wanted the experience, for us. I was afraid it would be bad, otherwise.”

“Experience? You could have used a dildo for practice. Not some bastard with a cock bigger than mine. Bragging about stretching you out. Promising him he’d keep getting it, long after the wedding.”

She rose up on her elbows, staring at me. “I never promised him that. I wouldn’t!”

“How did you put it? ‘You wouldn’t mind fucking a married woman?’ In your husband’s bed, stretching your holes out for him? Giving away what you promised to your cucky-fiance?”

“You were listening!” she shrieked.

“Taping it. I didn’t trust you, after all the lying. I had a recorder right over there on the dresser. For obvious reasons, don’t you think? Setting up cheat dates for after the wedding, with your big-dick lover?”

Lacey shook her head. “I was just teasing him. He was the one talking about getting together later. I never agreed. I wouldn’t. I didn’t want him to get mad so I just teased him and went along.”

“Sure, I understand. Wouldn’t want loverboy mad. Piss off your husband-to-be, your ‘cuck’ as you so nicely put it, that’s fine. It’s not like I matter. As long as the owner of the big dick is happy.”

She dropped back onto the bed, angry. “Couldn’t you give me the benefit of the doubt once? Just once? Don’t always assume the worst of me.”

“I gave you the benefit of the doubt from the very beginning. I went along with your asinine idea, trusting you, counting on you not to destroy everything. I was wrong.”

“So I guess you know what a wonderful time I had with Mr. Big Dick, yesterday. Enjoy the film?” she sneered.

“I hated it. If I was there, I would have killed him and taken my chance with jail. Why didn’t you get rid of the asshole? Was getting more of his cock that important to you? There are other big cocks out there you know.”

“I made my bed, I had to sleep in it.”

“Not much sleeping going on,” I said.

“What do you care anyway? Why are we even talking? You’re just going to dump me for your little tomboy whore.”

“If I didn’t care, would I even be here?”

She barked a harsh little laugh. “No. You’re not here because you care. You’re here because Stacy bribed you. That’s all. I don’t need your pity. If you don’t want me, I’m certain there are plenty of guys around who do.”

“Sure. Lots of them. Guys like loverboy. Go for it.” I slapped her ass. “All done. I’m out of here.”

“Where are you going?”

“What do you care? Have you once cared about me since you got that wild hair up your ass for big dick?”

“STOP IT! I didn’t care about the size of his dick!” she screamed.

“You’re a fucking liar. You loved it. Sucked him like you were desperate for it. How come I never got any of that? You acted like you were being tortured the few times you took me in your mouth. You loved the asshole’s big dick. I heard you. You told him so. Told him you could never go back to my little dick after having him.”

She started crying hard. “Just go, Ok? Go fuck some little floozy. Leave me alone.”

I stopped at the doorway, on my way out. “You know what the worst part is? I loved you. It couldn’t hurt this badly if I didn’t.”

I closed the door behind me and went to the living room to call Stacy.

~ * ~ * ~

“We can’t do it here,” she said. “Your place is out of the question?”

“I wouldn’t mind. I don’t think Lacey would appreciate it, but if you don’t care, I don’t.”

“Shit,” she mumbled. “Any ideas? Can we get a room somewhere?”

“Let me check around; I’ll get back to you, Ok?”

A call to Cale didn’t help, but he suggested Eric, who worked evenings.

“The place is a mess, but if it doesn’t bother you, go for it. The guestroom bed is made. Just clean up after, is all I ask,” he laughed.

He was right, the place was a mess. Took a few minutes to clear off the guest bed. Stacy opened the bed, looking at it nervously. “You don’t suppose he has some spare clean sheets, do you?”

Ten minutes later we’d found them and changed the bed. She was giggling. “I feel like a damn high-schooler, sneaking around.”

She didn’t look like a high-schooler. I helped her undress, and we climbed in the bed. Things were definitely a little weird.

“Awkward?” I asked.

She nodded. “I told her.”

“I know.” I held my arms out to her, and she came into them. I hugged her close.

“Can we talk a bit?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I take it things didn’t go well with Lacey?”

“Not so much. We just don’t see things the same. She thinks she did nothing wrong, she’s just misunderstood. We didn’t communicate well. She always planned on giving away her ass, the whole virgin promise didn’t matter. Sucking him like she’d never sucked me didn’t matter. Saying she’d fuck him after we were married, insulting me, making fun of me. None of it matters. Damn it! It matters to me.”

“Is it over, then?”

“I don’t know. Looking less and less likely it’s going to work out. Too many lies, deceits. I guess I’ve got a fragile ego. I need to be first, if I’m going to make her my wife. In bed, I come second to asshole in every way.”

Stacy pouted, while I toyed with her nipple. Nice tits on the girl. “When we talked, she really seemed like she wanted to make things right. Work it out. I thought she understood. I told her your issues.”

“Maybe she does. I don’t know. Even if she does want to work things out, I don’t see how. I don’t trust her, and I’ll be forever pissed that I get treated like a leper in bed, and she’s a total slut for that asshole.” I sighed. “I’ve been with four different women in the last week. Just guess who’s the worst in bed, by a long shot.”

She grinned, reached down and grabbed my nuts. “I know who it better not be,” she chuckled.

“No, Stace. I already told you, you’re nothing but amazing.”

“And that was on a couch. Now we’ve got a whole bed to work with.”

“I thought the couch was your specialty,” I told her with a little kiss.

“Improvising is my specialty. Wanna start?”

For Stacy, improvising included a surprising number of creative positions. Lying with her head hanging off the side of the bed, mouth open wide, allowing me to fuck her face, was a nice start. Bending almost in two, her ass and pussy pointed straight at the ceiling, allowing me the easiest of access, was something new and exciting, if a little acrobatic. She lowered herself, while I pounded her tight little pussy. I guess the stress of the position was getting to her.

“You know, stud, I have two holes open down there, no waiting.”

She laughed when I pulled out of her pussy in a rush, while she spread her cheeks. “Be gentle, Ok? I would usually ask you to lube me up, but I’m kind of scared of anything we’d find here.”

I used her own copious juices and my fingers to get started. Lathered up my cock in her wet pussy, and introduced him to his new home. She was tight. Tighter than Jenna, tighter than Nikki, although to be fair, we’d taken our time opening her up and getting her ready. Stacy groaned as I entered her, but asked for no mercy. I worked my way in, and was soon filling her with the entire length.

“Damn, big guy. Slow and easy for a while, alright?” she pleaded, when I started pounding her.

It was hard to resist taking her hard, but I dialed it back, until she appeared to be taking it well. “Ok?” I asked.

“Perfect. Now you can fuck it,” she said.

I pounded her ass, hammered it, and she eked out a lot of groans and gasps, but her fingers traveled down to her little pleasure button, working it over, while I took her. “God, you have a sweet ass,” I groaned, as I felt the end approaching.

She didn’t answer, moaning sweetly.

She cried out, and I felt her sweet orgasm as her ass pulsed around my cock. I groaned in harmony, as I pumped her full, slamming my cock home and enjoying the sweet release.

We collapsed on the bed together. She looked well used. Worn out. I don’t know if I’d ever been with such an energetic lover. I left her there, washing up in the bathroom, before returning with a warm, wet washcloth, and cleaning her.

She giggled. “Well aren’t you the gentleman?”

“Seems like the least a man could do for his lady.”

I lay down beside her and she rolled over into my arms. “I’m not your lady, stud. Lacey is. I’m just here paying her debt.”

“It doesn’t work that way, beautiful. This isn’t some debt. It’s betrayal, plain and simple.”

She cuddled in close, kissing me softly. “I thought we were past that, Damon. There’s nothing plain and simple about it. A series of stupid mistakes, but she never meant to hurt you.”

“I know you want me to believe that, but the lies! So damn many lies.”

“I don’t suppose you have any fault in this? Nothing you’re ashamed of? No mistakes on your part?”

She had me there. I was feeling bad about the condition Lacey was in. Yeah I wanted to interfere with her screwing around, but I certainly never meant for it to be as bad as it was. Hadn’t thought that one out.

“She got one good fuck, and one pretty miserable one. How’re you doing so far? How many girls have you had? Including your best friend, and hers? Doesn’t it balance?”

“It’s not about balance. It’s about trust and respect. She couldn’t respect me, to do what she did, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust her again. Trust her intentions, her words, even her actions. How am I supposed to compete with loverboy? My dick’s not going to grow two inches longer overnight.”

She kissed me softly, rubbing the subject of my latest concern. “Foolish man. There’s no competition, trust me. You’re a hell of a lover. Who do you think she’d choose, right now?”

“I saw her, Shelly. She’s never responded to me like that. Never. I can’t forget that. The memory won’t go away.”

“Maybe you can learn from it. Learn what she likes,” Shelly argued.

“Learn? She would never let me do the things he did. She acted like sucking me was a disgusting thing, while she adored his cock, making love to it, begging for it, taking it down her throat. She never let me near her ass, but she practically insisted he fuck hers, pleading for him to come in her ass. Once, once, I teasingly called her a slut in bed. I was cut off and slept on the couch. He called her every name in the book and she begged for more, telling him to slap her around, insult her. I squeezed her nipple to hard once, and she bit my head off. He slapped her face. She told him to do whatever he wanted, use her, but I get one bit out of line with what she allows me, and I never hear the end of it. Yeah, I learned alright. I learned she’s a whore and a slut, just not for me.”

“But she wants to be, Damon, don’t you see? She wants to be everything for you. She’s just too embarrassed and ashamed to let go with you. Afraid you’ll think less of her. I swear, she was doing this to break down her own barriers for you. We talked about it. A lot. She knows she’s, well, limited in bed. She doesn’t want to be. Not with you.”

“Words, Shelly. All I hear is words. The memories of how she is with me, and the images in my brain trump those words a thousand times over. I know what I saw. She loved it. Loved every fucking minute of it. Set it all up, through lies and trickery. Fucked that bastard in our bed. My bed, and laughed about it. Did all the things she never would do for me, and loved it. Can’t you understand how badly that hurts?”

Shelly climbed on top of me, her lips tattooing my face. “I know, Damon. She meant well. Think about it. If it worked, the woman on your honeymoon would have been an animal for you, and if you hadn’t walked in on her, all you’d ever know is that she was yours totally. Finally.” She slid down the bed, and started playing with my cock. “You hurt her worse, you know. Fucking Jenna. Her arch enemy, the one person she knew had a part of you that she’d never have, and you had to choose her, when you knew how much that would hurt. She’s pissed at me, but she’ll get over it. But Jenna, Damon?”

“She didn’t leave me any choice,” I argued.

“Bullshit. There are dozens of women out there-”

“Who she warned off from having anything to do with me.”

“-dozens, who’d happily give you a tumble. Many just to spite Lacey. It’s not like she hasn’t pissed off a few people. You’re a good looking guy. Hit any bar, and I’m sure you could find someone to spend some time with, it you weren’t too damn picky.”

“I never agreed not to do Jenna. She added that little bit after the fact.”

Stacy’s hand and teasing lips were starting to get a response. “You both were kind of stupid, if you don’t mind my saying. You should have talked it out, discussed your concerns, make sure you agreed on what your limitations were. You didn’t want her giving up her ass. She didn’t want you screwing around with people who would be part of your lives afterward. You didn’t want her doing it in your bed, she didn’t want you spying on her, knowing what she did.”

“I didn’t spy on her, damn it! She told me she wouldn’t be doing anything that evening, and I went home to my house, where I have every right to be, and found her giving herself completely to that asshole, in my fucking bedroom, on my fucking bed. Can you imagine anything more disrespectful?”

“Where was she supposed to do it, Damon?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Anywhere else. I don’t care. The fucker was bragging about it, fucking her in my bed. She was telling him how much she loved it too, how it turned her on, the lying, deceitful slut. Now I’ve gotta fucking burn that bed. Like I could ever sleep in it again, without having nightmares, remembering the slut she was, where she betrayed me.”

Stacy sighed. “Like I said, you should have talked it out. You both expect the other to be mind readers.”

“Mind reader? Really? There’s not a man alive who would put up with his woman taking a stranger into his bed. It’s the ultimate insult. It means you don’t care, you have no respect for them, you think nothing of the supposed intimacy between you. That was almost as bad as the lying and giving away her ass!”

She was having a difficult time getting me hard, but give her credit for being persistent. “Try to forgive each other. You’ve both done terrible things to your relationship.”

“It was all her idea.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here, with you. Your toy. She screwed up worse, I think we can all agree to that. Not out of cruelty or spite, but because of miscommunication. Still, she messed up, and I’m more than willing to help pay the price. Isn’t that worth something, Damon? I’m not a slut, I don’t fuck around, but I’m willing to do anything for you, if you’ll just keep trying.”

“Obviously, it’s worth a lot. She’d be gone otherwise. At least we’re still talking. Sort of.” I pulled her close. “Can we stop talking about it for a bit. It’s killing the mood.”

She gave my limp dick a squeeze. “I noticed. Let me see if I can help.”

I sat back and thought about who I wanted next, while Stacy did a pretty good job of getting my mind off Lacey. It didn’t take as long as I was afraid it would. She was sucking on my very hard cock, and looked up. “Where do you want it to go?”

“Where it belongs. Inside that delightful pussy of yours.”

She straddled me, and was off to the races. “I figured you’d go for the butt again. I don’t mind if that’s what you really want. Isn’t that what this is all about?”

I was ready to give up. “No. Hell no! Do I like that? Sure. Not better. It was all about the idea that it would be the one thing that was mine and only mine. I couldn’t be her first in anything else, but that? Her ass would be only for me. Something she saved for me. Not thrown away to some big dick asshole off the street. Don’t you get it?”

I got up and pushed her away, my cock wilting, thinking about her with him. “Never mind, Stacy. This isn’t working. I appreciate the effort. Let me take you back to your car.”

She looked angry, her face red. “So that’s it? You fuck me, then get irritated and toss me aside?”

I was tired of arguing. I pulled the sheets off the bed, the old and most recent sets, and she followed me to the laundry room. “I’m starting to think you’re not worth the effort,” she snapped. “I’m trying here, but you just don’t want to give at all. No compromise, nothing. It has to be Damon’s way or the highway.”

When I didn’t respond, she got nasty. “Maybe she needed a better lover. You ever think of that? Someone a little less selfish. All you care about is what you want. Not what she wants.”

I tried to ignore her, starting the washing machine, and heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Damon! She loves you. Why do you have to be such an ass about everything? So she got laid. Big deal. You don’t get to be the first in her ass. Well, boo-hoo. Most guys never even get any. At least you’ll get hers.”

“Get dressed. I’m leaving in two minutes. Or I can leave you here, if you prefer.” I was trying to contain my anger. I was.

“Fuck you, Damon! You don’t get to treat me like this! I’m not one of your whores!”

I finished tying my shoes. I walked into the kitchen and she was still yelling at me. “This is your problem you know. You don’t want to talk about it. Can’t communicate. Just whine when things don’t go exactly how you wanted. You made a deal, damn it!”

I finished writing my thank you note, and tucked it, along with a $20 under a refrigerator magnet. “Time’s up. I’m leaving.”

“We’re not leaving until I’ve had my say!”

“Jesus, you’re as stupid as she is. Say hi to Eric when he gets home.” I opened the door, ignoring her shrieking. I was pulling out of the driveway, when she ran out, naked, clutching her clothing. I put the car in park, let her get in, went back and closed the door she’d left wide open.

“You’d have left me! I can’t believe you! What an asshole.” she snapped, trying to pull her panties on.

I stopped the car in the middle of the road. “Get out, you stupid bitch.”

She sneered at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“If you don’t get out, I swear I’ll take those damn clothes away, take you downtown, and throw you out, naked.”

She stared at me, her eyes wide open.

“Now!” I yelled at her.

She leaned back in her chair, as far away from me as possible. “H… how am I supposed to get home?”

“Do I look like I give a damn? You just had to be a complete bitch. You couldn’t let it go, had to keep hammering at me. You’re just like her, think you can do anything you want without any consequences. Life doesn’t work like that. Everything you do has consequences. Hers means she doesn’t get me. We’re done. Yours is, I don’t give a fuck about you. Not after that tirade. Just get out, before I throw you out.”

“Please,” she whined.

“Too fucking late. NOW!”

She opened the door, and climbed out, wearing only panties, clutching her clothing to her chest.

I squealed the tires, pulling away. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and she was sitting on the curb, crying. Boo-fucking-hoo.

Damn it. She just had to piss me off! I backed the car up half a block, and pulled up beside her. Rolled down the window. “You have a phone, you know.”

She looked up at me, tears running down her face. “Just leave me alone, alright?”

I sighed. Put it in park. Walked around the car, and opened the door. “Let’s go. I’m sorry. I’m not in a great mood right now, and didn’t need you shitting on me like that. I’ll drive you back to your place, but you’ve gotta leave me alone. I can’t take it. Not after the week I’ve had.”

She got in the car, sullenly, and tried to ignore me. That was just fine, as far as I was concerned.

We were almost there, when she started to get dressed. “You’re gonna do it, aren’t you? You’re gonna dump her.”

“Can’t think of a single reason not to. The only thing I keep hearing is she loves me and it was a mistake. Or a lot of mistakes. Everything she does indicates the opposite. She doesn’t love me. Not even close. I’m not looking forward to a lifetime of mistakes from her, not like the ones I’ve had to put up with.”

I was just pulling up to her place, while she was getting her shoes on. “So I wasted my time fucking you. There never was a chance, was there?”

How wonderful. I was a ‘fucking’ waste of time. “You gained her a couple of days. There was a chance, but she blew that up today. Every time I gave her a new one, she threw it in my face. I asked her to end it, the day after she destroyed everything, and she refused. This isn’t on me. I tried. She’s the slut who betrayed me in every way she could think of.” I looked over at her. “You were a good friend. You made twice the effort she did. And you’re a 10 times better lover. I’m sorry I blew up. I… I just don’t need any crap right now. No more insults, no more humiliation.”

“You’re making a mistake,” she said, opening the door.

“Maybe. I just think making Lacey a permanent part of my life would be a bigger one. I’m sorry that fucking me was a waste of your time. I promise you, I won’t waste any more of it. Goodnight, Stacy.”

~ * ~ * ~

It felt good to know that I’d made my decision. I drove home, confident in what I was doing for the first time in several days. Entering the house, I was surprised to see Lacey seated on the couch, wine bottle in front of her, glass in her hand. She was wearing a robe, and I could see the evidence of her calamine lotion on her face and neck, and on the exposed part of her legs. I felt a little guilty. I should have just ended it after her first night betrayal. None of the rest of this would have been necessary.

“I spoke with Stacy,” she said calmly. She pointed to the glass of wine on the coffee table to her side.

Why not? It was as good a time as any. “That was quick.”

“It’s over, I guess.”

I sat down and picked up the wine glass. “Yes.”

“Nothing I can say to change your mind?”

“I think we’ve both said enough. I’m sorry. I should have said no to your plan up front.”

“No. I can’t let you take the blame. It was my foolish idea. I thought we were strong enough, but I was wrong. I’m sorry I hurt you. That was never my intention.”

“What was your intention, Lacey? And please don’t tell me it was to help us.” I know I should have shut up and let it go, but I couldn’t help myself.

She sighed, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Nerves, I think. I’m trying to figure it out myself. I was going to be with one man, the rest of my life. I knew I hadn’t done much, plain vanilla sex life. The girls made sure I knew that. I figured one last blast, a chance to let go for once. Honestly, I did believe it would help us, but that wasn’t why I did it. It was how I justified it to myself.”

She took another sip. “Why Jenna, Damon? You had to know how badly that would hurt me. It was the only thing I asked you not to do, and it was the first thing you did.”

“I was so angry. Seeing you in my bed, my bed, Lacey. Doing all the things you denied me. Letting him, hell asking him to call you names. The one time I did it, I was banished to the couch, and cut off for a week. How do you think that made me feel? Seeing you beg him to take your ass, telling him it was his, he owned it, when it was supposed to be mine. Only mine. Watching you with him, was like getting stabbed in the heart over and over again. It was as if you knew I was there, and was trying everything in your power to destroy me. After about the 20th knife wound, I was absolutely dead inside. So I went to my friend, and she helped me get over the pain. Yes, I did it out of revenge, after seeing what a horrible person you were. Lying to me about your evening, doing it in our bed, laughing at me while you did it. Giving him your ass that you’d promised me, that was just the last straw.”

“You weren’t supposed to know. If you weren’t there, none of it would have mattered. None of it. I didn’t understand the value you place on being in my butt first, but you wouldn’t even have known.”

“Maybe you’re right. If you hadn’t chosen to humiliate me by doing it in our bed, it’s possible you could have gotten away with all of it. The lies, the deception, giving away what you promised me.” She looked calm, but I saw her hand was trembling. “Why our bed? Why would you do that? And then to hear him laugh at me, how he was getting off on that. You just had to tell him you liked it too. How it excited you, fucking him in your fiancées bed. That broke my heart, Lacey.”

“It was foolish of me. I…I was nervous. It was convenient. He was already here, and to leave and go someplace else didn’t make sense. I felt safe here, in our home. I knew if anything went wrong, you’d eventually come home, and could protect me, take care of me. I had my phone by the bed, read to press speed dial if it got ugly. That was the only reason. Stupid, I guess. I felt safe here. Safe in our home, our bed.”

“Why lie about it? You could have told me you had a date. We’d agreed to it. Why the deceit? Tricking me. I know you sucked his cock the night before, at your party. I take it you worked out your deal then?”

“No, baby. I didn’t. I was a little bad. Bachelorette party bad. There were strippers there, and I had on my bride-to-be outfit. I got a lot of attention. Guys shaking their junk in my face. The girls kept pressuring me so I put my hand on one, stroking it a few times. Later, the idiot came by. I was drunk, he looked great. He put whipped cream on his big thing, and eventually I licked some of it off. That was it. No sucking. I don’t care what anyone else says. That was it.”

“I saw his card in your purse, when I went to get the gum. I knew it then. He was who you were going to do.”

She nodded. “I wasn’t sure yet, but he seemed like a good candidate. Yes, I let him give me his card. I figured a guy like that had to have a lot of experience. I could let loose for once, do some of the things I was afraid of doing, too embarrassed to do with someone I loved, who might judge me, think I was a slut. I wasn’t planning anything for sure. He called me. Said he was in the neighborhood. When he told me he was coming over, that he knew you were out for the night, I…I couldn’t say no. I knew it was mistake, as soon as I was off the phone with him. That wasn’t the plan.”

“Then why did you do it?” I asked, exasperated.

She shook her head slowly. “It all sounds so stupid now. In retrospect. If you hadn’t have seen me, who knows? But you did, and it all seems idiotic.” She took a quick sip of courage. “I wanted you to think it didn’t matter, that I might not even do it. I was never going to advertise it. I’d sneak it in during the day when you were at work. Trivialize it. If you asked me point blank, I’d lie. I’d say, yeah, I tried it. It was a mistake. I only needed you, which was the truth. So now you know. That was my flawed thinking. Do it, but keep it quiet, hidden, discrete, and never make a big deal out of it.” She laughed bitterly. “Fucking huge mistake.”

Note from the author:

My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them.

The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don’t read

“Shit!” I said quickly getting up. I was late, technically still early but with other things I wanted to do today. I was late. Quickly springing out of bed I gathered my morning work out bad and headed for the shower. As usual it was locked. “Dammit Chris!” I yelled at my roommate. He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end.

“Sorry Martin.” I heard from behind the door. He was a good friend, well my best friend. We had been friends since high school, that was almost ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy, he had fallen on hard times here in the big city and I decided to be a good friend and let him stay with me, till he got on his feet again. What I didnt want is the two hour visits to the bathroom. “Nearly finished.” he said as the door opened. “Done.” he said coming out. His blonde hair spiked with enough gel to make a playboy model jealous, he always wore skin tight clothes, which wasn’t always the case. When he moved in he was a fat pretty boy, but my healthy living had paid off and now he was a muscular pretty boy.

“One of these day I am going to buy you a skirt.” I shouted down the hall.

“Then he will be wearing mine too.” a voice said from behind me.

“Morning Roxy.” I said as I quickly launched myself into the bathroom. Quickly I got changed and brushed my teeth, changing into my gym clothes which were gray sweatpants and a white muscle shirt. Taking a quick glance into the mirror. Still looked the same even though maybe a little heavier than high school. 6′ 5 black guy, I worked out on a daily basis so I was in probably the best shape of my life, really low body fat, shaved head, dark brown eyes. I was fine with the way I looked and opened the door. Roxy stood there with her arms folded and yawning. She was Chris’s g/f they had been dating for almost a yr now. He said she would only be staying for a few weeks, it had been four months now. Not that I was complaining she was eye candy and by eye candy I meant it. She had fire red hair, emerald green eyes, on a tight 5’6 frame, long shapely legs and a nice ass, but her main attribute was her chest, they were huge, not just huge on the verge of humongous. 34H to be exact, I know because I helped do laundry and well one of her bra’s where just lying there. Sue me for looking! I pretended not to look or take interest but as a boob guy it was very hard. So I just pretended not to like her. “All yours” I said without looking at her.

“Thanks” she yawned. And off I went. Chris worked Part time at some big time law firm in the mail room. He had been there for almost a yr now and still hadn’t been promoted or gotten a raise. I told him to look for something else or show more interest in his job. But as they say you can’t lead a cow to water or some shit like that. I ventured out into the cold busy New York air. And ran the two miles to the gym. It was a fine day but I was late so I took it easy doing light weights and more cardio than normal, after I was satisfied I took the bus back to the apt. When I stepped in I heard the two of them going at it in their room. I sighed didn’t they know the walls were paper thin, the bed squeaked like it was about to break and I could hear him. God I hoped I didn’t sound like that, I thought as I got into the shower. I took a quick shower, quickly drying off and putting on my work clothes. I worked for a advertisement company it wasn’t anything big deal but hey it paid the bills and it was what I liked doing. This nice apt in downtown wasn’t cheap so whatever the two of them put in helped. Before they came I was just scraping by and was thinking of getting another job. Pulling the tie up to my neck, my monkey suit was complete. Coming out of the bathroom the rodeo was over as it usually was, it was sad actually, one night I actually timed them. From start to finish was just over three minutes. I knew it had started some of the arguments they had but hey none of my business.

I went downstairs to eat breakfast and heard the shower going. Chris came down his hair still spiky.

“Hey.” he said looking away as usual. He knew that I could hear.

“I should invest in sound proofing this place.” I smiled. To which he laughed.

“Yeah.” he said perking up. He looked at the time and quickly ran out the door grabbing his bike on the way. He usually biked it to work it wasn’t that far. I sat and ate my breakfast as Roxy came downstairs. She wore a business suit, black dress that came down just above the knee’s and a white top, with a black blazer over it. Her hair was curly and down to her shoulders.

“Hi.” she said.

“Hey” I replied. We did not talk much, we had a few conversations but it had to do with Chris and I.

“I’ve got a few interviews today, so hopefully one will pan out. Soon as I get enough I will be out of your hair.” she said bitterly while taking some OJ out of the fridge. I took a deep breath.

“Look” I said. “Your not a bother, actually I don’t mind you guys being here.” I said honestly.

“Then what the fuck is it then?” she said slamming the fridge door closed. “Because I am getting tired of walking around here on egg shells!” she was infuriated. There was that red head anger I heard so much about.

“Nothing.” I said. “I’m just not a people person.” I said again honestly. “The two of you walk around here all cheery and that’s just not me.” I shrugged. She looked at me still furious.

“That’s it?” she said throwing her hands in the air. “What the fuck kinda lame excuse is that?” she asked. She was right if someone gave me that excuse I would say the same thing. We lived in a large apt well not large but large for New York. And people what people? Two of them. One of which was my best friend.

“Tell you what.” I said trying to calm her before she exploded or turned into some red headed demon. “Tonight we will go out, all three of us and talk it out, obviously something’s wrong and I will admit that it’s mostly me, maybe Chris can up with an answer he knows me better than anybody.” I said to which there was signs of the storm passing.

“Ok but you better talk or …. urghhh” she said slamming the OJ bottle on the table, it burst open and spilled everywhere. She looked down at it.

“I’ll get it” I said. To which she grabbed a coat from the hallway and stormed out. Slamming the door. I waited for a few seconds, for my erection to fall. That was a turn on for some reason. Maybe it was because while she was standing there all I saw was her huge boobs swaying back and forth, her red hair tussling all over the place. As I gained composure I thought of other bullshit I could come up with tonight. I couldn’t say I was pretending to ignore her because secretly I wanted her. Chris had been my best friend for years. I couldn’t do that to him. “Fuck!” I screamed looking at the time. Now I was really late.

When I got to the office all I could think about was Roxy and what I was going to tell her. I tried putting it out of my head but every time I tried it popped right back in. Like one of those annoying songs that won’t leave, no matter what you listen too.

“Martin?” my co worker said.

“What?” I replied. I hated him with a passion. You know that guy at work that pisses you off just for the sake of pissing you off, but he doesn’t know he is doing it. Yeah? Well that’s him.

“Did you see that show last night?” he asked across the hall.

“If I have to tell you one more time. I do not watch television.” I said. I really didn’t there was no television in my apt except for the one in their room. I banned the horrible invention. It has turned many people into fat slobs that sit there and go into a coma for hours on end. Then complain that they are fat, well guess what. GET OFF THE FUCKING COUCH!!! There that’s my vent for the next few minutes. Anyway back to this asshole.

“Oh yeah. Well anyway they have this show… Ouch!” he said as I threw a book at him. “Alright fine.” he surrendered. Now where was I? Oh yeah Roxy. What could I do? I mean she lived with me right? Couldn’t go the rest of how ever long we lived together just arguing? I mean I could just kick them both out. Chris and I had been through a lot, I am sure we would remain friends. Damn it. Why couldn’t she be ugly or something. The day drudged on, we had a meeting to which I was very surprised that an idea of mine was going to make it to the television. When we got out of the meeting my boss patted me on the back.

“Congratulations.” he said. “Go downstairs and start throwing your idea at them so they can get started on it.” he ordered while walking away. Great! Downstairs that’s where I started filming and development. You have any idea how many takes it takes to get a kid to sit still for 30 seconds to eat a bowl of cereal that taste like a cardboard box? No? Well I do. ALOT! Or a dog to chase its tail, they really don’t like chasing their tail, I figured that out after a month of being here. I hated every moment of filming, the director said this then changed their mind to that. Go jump off a fucking cliff!

“Martin what brings you down here?” Adrian said. Talk of the stupid director.

“Hey Adrian. I have this for you.” I said handing him the papers from the meeting. I sat down in his office which was full of past advertisements for everything you can think of. Name it, it was up there.

“Whose the idiot that thought this bunch of bullshit up?” he said tossing the folder on the table.

“This idiot.” I replied with a smile.

“Seriously?” he asked his jaw dropped.

“Yeah. Angel said to get started on it asap.” I said. Yeah my boss’s name is Angel get over it.

“He did?” he said picking up the folder. “So what did you have in mind?” he said looking over at me. We went into a long discussion about my idea, throwing ideas back and forth for what seemed like hours. Which was more than half the day. I left happy finally we had seen eye to eye. It wasn’t going to be one of those cheesy commercials or high tech, just a normal commercial. Too bad I will only see it at work but hey, this was my job. I left work satisfied and took the subway home. Forgetting all about what waited for me when I got there. It was already dark when I opened the door. The two of them sat all nice and prettied up. “FUCK!!!” I shouted in my head as I saw them stand up. I cursed myself for bringing up going out. All I wanted to do was lie down and play some PS3. And before you start I have the PSMove so I dont actually lie down, it was a statement not an action. So shush it!

“You forgot.” Chris said. Damn him for knowing me.

“Yes and No I am not canceling. Give me a few to change and stuff” I said holding my finger up at Roxy who was on the verge of transforming to red devil. I went into my room grabbed some clothes and then into the bathroom. I could already hear the she demon already exploding. Taking a quick shower I wondered where to go. Then I remembered there was this nice rock cafe down the road. Walking distance served nice food, had couches and local rock talent performed on the stage. Easy fifteen minute walk, probably fourty five mins inside another fifteen back and voila. I smiled at myself for thinking about it. “Ok ready” I said.

“So where we going?” she asked. There was a hint of sarcasm in there but I ignored it.

“The new rock cafe down the street.” I replied to which both of them smiled. We had talked about going there, many times. “My treat.” I said opening the door.

“Phones.” Chris said pointing to the small table inside the door. Damn his rule. Anytime we went out we left our phones at home. He absolutely hated when phones went off in the middle of eating. I put my phone on the table. I saw theirs was already there. It was a nice brisk walk down there took longer than frigging fifteen minutes though more like a half hour. But we talked some more about Chris’s job heading nowhere and Roxy had a few interviews that went well. But all in all it was a nice walk. We entered the cafe which was a hole in the wall place. There were sofa’s and couch’s spread all over the place with tables in front of them. A small stage was in the corner and a local band was setting up.

“Take a seat anywhere.” a man with black hair, hell do I have to say it? Gothic looking. We sat in the corner and ordered some drinks and some light finger food.

“So talk.” Roxy said. Crap!

“Ok so the reason I said earlier is correct and Chris will tell you, I have never been a people person.” I began to say.

“The worst, he actually got into arguments with his own mother, still does.” Chris said nodding his head.

“But doesn’t mean that its a reasonable excuse for shunning you like I have.” I said.

“Correct” Chris chimed in.

“So if we are going to live together, I will try and try hard not to ignore you or pretend you don’t exist.. if you would hide those huge fucking tits of yours” I said. Well I didn’t say the last part out loud but thats what I meant. She smiled which in the light, looked stunning she had light make up on and her was wet and curly.

“Thank you, and I will try not to act all cheery.” she said and we shook on it. She sat back in the couch and took off her jacket. I looked at the stage then looked back at her. REALLY??? I said in my head loudly. Did she have to wear that? She wore a black sheer top with a black bra underneath. Yes you could see the bra or top or whatever it was. With a black skirt to mid thigh, and fuck me boots.

“Excuse me, that walk was a bit too long.” I said getting up. Heading for the boys room. I found a stall and slammed the door behind me. Holy crap they were bigger than I thought. And those legs how I would love them wrapped around me. “Calm down” I said to myself “you can do this.” That image was burned into my head. And there was nothing that could get it out. Wish I had my phone right now. I could call someone, anyone for a pretend emergency right now. Plenty of bars around here I could hide in for the rest of the night. But NO! The no phone rule! FUCK!

“Hey Martin you alright in there?” Chris asked.

“Yeah I am fine. Other than I want to fuck the living crap out of your girlfriend.” I said. Again last part not said.

“Ok just wondering the band started and the food is here.” he said.

“k be right there.” I replied. Man up! I said to myself shaking it off I stepped out of the bathroom. “Sorry.” I said trying not to focus on her or them. The lights dimmed as the band started playing. They weren’t bad not good but not terrible. I liked my rock a bit louder, heavier but it was good. We drank and began to talk and with the lights dimmed I barely could make her outfit out. We got to talking and I told them about my job and my idea that might make it to the couch potato tube.

“hey sorry to bother you but my friend over there wanted me to give you this.” a woman said to me. It was a note. I looked over at the friend. She was pretty nowhere near my type but hey if it was going to get me away from these two for a while. I looked over at them and they laughed.

“Go for it” Chris said. Roxy just stared at her then at her friend that delivered the note. If looks could kill they would be both dead. I just took it as the queen bitch syndrome and walked away. The rest of the night went well found out the woman wasn’t even close to being my type. Not into working out, loved reality shows and all that other crap but I stayed, the lights had turned back on for the next act and even from here I could make Roxy’s figure out. No way was I going back over there. Even if I had to stay and listen to reality tv 101. A few moments later Roxy and Chris waved at me they were leaving and I waved back. I waited for about ten minutes then said my goodbyes I took her phone number down and walked outside, throwing it in the nearest trash can I found. I walked the long way home stopping at a bar on the way. Slowly opening the door and heading upstairs to the room. I laid in bed.

“Fuck I can’t believe how big your tits are.” Chris moaned. No way not again! I said to myself pulling the pillow over my head.

“Come on fuck me” there was Roxy. And here comes the squeaking. Right on que the bed began its rhythmic squeakathon. I turned over to the clock. 1:41am.

Roxy: Come on fuck me harder

Chris: mm fuck.

Squeaky Squeaky.

Chris: Damn your so tight

Squeaky Squeaky

Roxy: Don’t stop keep going.

Chris: Fuck I can’t

Squeaky Squeaky.

Roxy: Damn it!

Chris: Im Sorry

I looked over at the time 1: 43am. Damn the boy needs help. I smiled and listened to them argue for a few minutes then dozed off. The morning came and I woke up to do my usual routine. Chris was again in the bathroom. I swear I was going to put a lock on the door so he couldn’t get in. Roxy came out with bed hair.

“Morning.” she said.

“Morning” I replied. We waited outside the bathroom.

“So how did it go last night?” she asked.

“Went pretty well, left the cafe shortly after you did and grabbed a few drinks.” I replied. I didn’t mention I left the woman there.

“Sounds good.” she said rolling her eyes.

“Got her number.” I said. Hopefully throwing off any scent she might have that I was interested in her.

She looked at me and gave me the thumbs up.

“Tell him to hurry up and when you finish, I will go in.” she said. She turned and went into their room. Chris came out and walked past me without a word. I got ready for the gym and headed downstairs. Chris was down there and was sitting at the table. He didn’t look too good.

“What’s wrong?” I said. Pulling up a chair.

“You know what’s wrong.” he replied. “Don’t act like you don’t” he said with angry voice. I took a deep sigh.

“Yeah I know.” I replied. This was not a subject guys talked about either you got it, or ya don’t and if ya don’t ya seek medical help.

“What can I do?” he asked. I looked down at the table.

“See a dr bro.” I said. “That shit is more mental that physical half the time, its not like you dont have the stamina I seen you run” I said. Which was true the guy was a gazelle. He looked at the stairs, then motioned for the door. We walked outside it was morning cold but not too cold. People walked by but paid no attention to us.

“I think she is too much for me.” Chris said. I looked at him with WTF face. “I never had this problem before. Remember Crystal?” he said. Do I?

“Of course the stick figure.” I said. WHAT? She was. She was like 5’9 or something and weighed like 112 lbs or slightly more or less, she was a walking stick figure. If you saw her you would agree.

“Yeah her.” he said. “I used to able to go forever and Mary before her. But Roxy from the very first time its like pfft! Two minutes tops.” he said looking down at the floor. I felt sorry for him but what could I say, I never had that problem. Oh wait.

“Cassandra.” I said in a low voice.

“That was high school.” he said.

“Nooo! We met shortly after college again and well it happened a couple of times.” I admitted. Ok I am human shoot me! I felt sorry for the guy and NO it didn’t happen with her it was weird, I just couldn’t get up with her very easily probably cause the bitch took my virginity and ran but still a man’s not a full man if he cant get it up, so she laughed.

“Seriously?” he said with a smile.

“Yes. Don’t smile its creepy.” I said.

“So what do I do? It’s causing problems.” he said.

“Like I said seek help. Its probably in that noggin of yours”

Please be indulgent, this is my first story and do go and comment, I’d really appreciate.

Thank you.


For an 18 year old, I was considered pretty sexual. I was always thinking about it, people could talk about anything and I would still be thinking about sex. One very annoying thing about it was that I was still a virgin.

Don’t get me wrong here, it’s not like I hadn’t been asked before. Being pretty small (5’3″), blond, blue eyes with 34C and pretty muscular, it did got me a few invites. But I guess I wasn’t ready yet or something or I wasn’t feeling like going at it with whoever came to ask. Anyhow, I was still stuck here, without a boyfriend, a very severe case of horniness 24/7 and nothing to work it out since I didn’t had the guts to go ahead and buy a dildo or a vibrator.

So my sex experience was pretty much limited to porn videos, sex stories and whatever sex scenario I made up. Talking about sex scenarios, those were a real headache.

For a little while now, I’d been imagining going at it with my best friend. No, it’s not that I’m lesbian, but I wouldn’t mind at all going down with another girl. Whatever, the problem was still there. I mean, how can you still look at your best friend with a total innocent face at school when every night you think about fucking her? And it’s not like she’d been inviting me OR giving me invitation, which made me wondering about what I should do.

Once, I invited her for the night, we’d been drinking a little, mostly coolers and beer, but not enough to really be drunk, even though we sort of laughed a little too loud. Anyhow, we were sleeping at my place, and yes, at 18, I was still at my parent’s house. But they were sleeping upstairs while Liz and I were downstairs, in the basement, with the door carefully closed. It was probably something around 2am and we were still feeling like running a whole marathon with all the sweets we’d eaten and all the movies we’d watched.

We were both sleeping in something a little smaller than a double bed. No need to say that we had to be pretty cuddled up together to fit in there. It was a hot summer night so we were only wearing loose t-shirts and panties.

We’d rented our first adult movie that night, which turned out to be a really bad idea for me. Seeing a small blonde teen in a slutty school girl outfit getting fucked by her very handsome Daddy made me really horny AND each time Liz or I moved, our skin brushed, a leg, a breast, an arm. A few times during the movie, she’d looked at me, I could see the lust in them, smell the sweet cream from both our pussies and I almost thought I’d finally get my hands on her. You guys can guess that it didn’t totally worked out that way, quite the opposite actually. I ended up with my back turned on her, trying to finger my soaking wet pussy without waking her up.

That night, I swore I would get her one day, get a chance at sucking her perky tits and licking her cunt.


“Hey there, sugar! I bought you a new swimsuit!” I told her as she opened the door at her place. It was cute, not very big, but cozy, with a pool and her parents were gone for the following week, which means I’d be spending those 7 days there.

The sugar nickname was just a running gag with the both of us. Since we didn’t have any boyfriends, we called ourselves with cute names like that. As for the swimsuit, it was just once in a while, we’d buy each other kinky stuff just to kid around and this time, I’d bought her a micro bikini. We had planned to spend the most of our time outside by the pool and so, buying a bikini was just following the order.

She looked at me from head to toe, stopping at the edge of my really short shorts, my bra which you could see the lace through the thin fabric of the shirt. I’m a big fan of kinky lingerie and like all the times I got to her place, I’d “forgotten” to put my bathing suit before leaving.

Her gaze then dropped to the small package I had in my hands, making the way between it and my eyes several times, trying to see if there was a catch somewhere.

“Come on, let’s go put it on, it’s gorgeous, I can’t wait to see you wear it AND it’s so hot outside, I really need to get in that pool and fast.” We ran upstairs to her room, yes, we both changed there like we always did whether we were at my place or hers.

“Alli, could you come here for a sec? I can’t tie this damn thing on properly!”

“Sure thing” I walk to her, trying not to stare so hard at her sexy ass which is not even covered since the bottom piece of the suit is a thong or not to stare at her breasts in the mirror. I reach her back, tying everything together. She slowly drops her hands by her sides and once I’m done, slowly turns around.

“Gee, I would NEVER wear that if my mom was around, you know that right?” she runs her hand in her short auburn hair while she turns.

“Of course” I smile devilishly.

“And you did it on purpose” she states, accusingly. I can see through her pretty blue eyes that she’s smiling though. She knows I always buy her kinky stuff and she loves even more to walk in front of me, hips swaying, showing off that gorgeous ass of hers.

“As I always do” She turns towards me, now walking backwards towards the pool, making it impossible not to stare at her almost naked and small tits. We both put our towels on the chairs and I go plug my radio and iPod on the gallery.

Liz looks at me and we simultaneously run and jump in the pool and cool water, laughing as we both come out, breathing hard. We swim for a little while, just enjoying ourselves, the sun, the warmth and the other’s company.

She leans against the side of the pool and I snuck up on her, putting both my arms next to her, imprisoning her. Liz is at most an inch taller than me but I’m more muscular than her, my tits a little bigger and I can feel her breathing faster as I press my body closer, feeling her body heat through the water.

“You know, that swimsuit looks really great on you”

“Ha, ha, ha, yeah, thanks, but I’ll have to hide from my parents”

“Then why don’t you save it for me? It’ll be our little dirty secret and your tits really look good in there” she blushed a little. I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper in a husky voice.

“I would so love to suck on those tits, I’m sure you noticed it, how I always stare. I would love to find out what color are your nipples, how hard they can get under my hands and tongue, if you would moan or whimper as I play with them” her breath is hot and short on my neck. I know she’s thinking about how it would feel, how far she would be willing to let me go, since it’s pretty sure I wouldn’t mind going VERY far with her.

I retreat, but not far, just far enough to see her face, the lust in her eyes and I’m certain she can see the same in my own. I lean closer again, close to her mouth this time, sharing her breath, trying to see if we would both dare to do what we’d obviously been thinking about for a little while. In a tentative move, she brings her lips to mine, kissing me gently, not sure of what to do. I let her go slow for now, there would be plenty of time to speed things up but for now, she needed some time to adjust.

Her hands are going up my chest, to rest on my neck, pulling my head closer, heating things up. I move one hand of my own, down her shoulder and onto her tit, squeezing it gently. She backs up a little, trying to catch her breath. I shove my mouth on her, pressing my tongue between her lips, getting our kiss from a little peck to a full French kiss. She loves it, responds to my touch.

She reaches behind my neck and unties my bikini top, reaching for my breast.

“Oh no, you aren’t going there yet” I whisper against her mouth

“Oh yes I am, if we’re doing it, then I will return the favour” The tentative girl is gone and the sexual woman is coming out.

“Why don’t we just go out so we don’t risk drowning hun?”

“Yeah, let’s go”

We kiss as we make our way outside the pool, reaching for bikini knots and making our best to untie them, our hands roaming on the other’s body, the first pair of hands we’ve ever felt that was that hungry. We pull and make our embrace savage, seeing who will go on the ground first to start on the bottom. Everything about our relationship is like that, not like other girls, more savage, less pink and flowers, grace and beauty. Liz ends up on the bottom, with me sitting in her lap. I smirk. I’d already planned my every move, imagined it so many times. I lean forward, taking her mouth hard, my body brushing hers everywhere since both our bikinis were long gone somewhere on the lawn.

I sneak my head down, tweaking and playing with her nipples a little before heading south. I can see in her eyes, she’s not sure about it, somehow hesitating.

“Shhh, you know how badly I want that pussy. Now close your eyes and feel” when she complies, my hand resumes its journey towards Liz’s cunt. I stop at the top of her mound, still kissing her, letting her adjust before really going there. I slip one finger down her slit, over her throbbing clit and down in her soaking folds.

“Gee Liz, why didn’t you told me you wanted this so badly?” I chuckle as I run my hand slowly up and down, getting it wet with her juices. While I play with her pussy, I start kissing her down her throat, her collarbone where she shivers, down to her breasts. I lick her nipples and then gently suck them in my mouth. I’m gratified by a very sexy moan, after a few licks, I decide to go even lower. I leave butterfly kisses down her stomach, dip in her belly button and go lower, to kiss her clit and suck it while I finger fuck her, slowly at first, then faster.

“Unh, unh, uuuuuunh” I just go on, with one of my hands on her pubic bone, holding her in place, while more and more of her pussy juice gets smeared onto my face. I look up to see her eyes closed, her head thrown back, back arched and her pretty little tits pointing up. God, I would always remember her like that; it was the sexiest sight I’d ever had. I take my fingers out of her cunt to lick her up and down, without even flicking at her clit. She groans her disapproval as she runs her hands in my hair, pressing me to her mound, pressing me to lick her faster, give some attention to her clit, which I do. It doesn’t take very long before I can feel her cunt muscles squeezing my fingers, her body shaking while her first climax hits her hard.

“Holy fuck, shit, feels good, feels so fuuuuuuuuucking good, I’m gonna come now, don’t stop” I lick her, even faster, just to keep her riding that wave a little longer, her juices now running down my chin, on my throat, between my tits.

I smile at her, seeing her expression of surprise and very satisfied.

“Damn Alli, your face IS really wet, come up here so I can clean you up” I obey and she kisses me hard, loving the taste of herself on my tongue. We flip, making me on the bottom and her on top, licking my chin and cleaning me, going all the way to my breasts when she sucks them like I did on her. I can feel my pussy dripping in expectation, this was so much better then I’d imagined. And that magic tongue was working wonders on my tits, I’d never thought they could be so sensitive, but damn, it felt good.

She looked at me, uneasy ” Alli… I sorta never did this before… I don’t really know…”

“Liz, I’m so horny right now, just feeling your fingers on my cunt will probably make me come” and with that, she went down at it, without preliminaries, but my pushing her tongue inside my very hot cunt.

“Oh god, fuck, yeah, come on, lick that dirty pussy Liz, I know you love it, come on” and already, I’m coming, licking her had made me so hot that just the feel of her tongue inside me had set me off, the climax hitting hard while I was breathing fast, not believing I’d actually done it, for the first time ever.

“Fuck that was… that was really good” I said, still catching my breath

“Yeah, but now let’s get cleaned up in the pool so we can be ready again for round two” she looks at me, grinning.

“Oh yeah, we are going to be spending one hell of a hot week” I chuckle, getting back in the pool and thinking of all the things we would do in a whole week.

Diary Entry 16/01/2012

They say as boys grow up all they think about is sex and pussy. Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it’s always on their minds.

In this case, the boy is a girl and that hot juicy pussy is a long, hard dick. But not just any ol’ dick. Oh no!

There’s one special dick belonging to one special man I desire.

A forbidden man.

A man who sees nothing of the quavering mess of desire I hide as my pussy pants and sucks at emptiness, my mind playing a high definition cinematic portrayal of me sinking at his feet and worshiping his shaft. Never has he suspected the fantasies I harbor of stroking and licking his masterful cock until his thick cum erupts onto my waiting tongue.

Why would he when I play the role of unassuming friend in his presence only to stroke between my thighs as his name whispers on my trembling lips behind closed doors?

No one else does.

And that’s the way it will stay until the day my inner lioness roars to life and confesses the salacious nature of my feelings. But while she lays dormant, I vow to suck his cock clean and be a dirty, dirty girl in the dark recesses of my mind!


“Hey! Get your lazy behind out here or I’m going to drink all the coffee.”

The threat makes me sit up in bed just as the annoying tool that signals morning beeps. My head instantly shrieks a protest and my eyes close against the light coming through the open window, the curtains blowing in the warm breeze.

I closed them last night.

Grumbling at Yuri’s sneakiness, I automatically slap at the alarm clock like I did a few minutes before and flop back onto the mattress, pulling my pillow over my head.

A consummate night owl, “not a morning person” does not begin to describe my temperament most mornings and I am downright cruel without that first sip of coffee. Therefore, it is no surprise that I have been late for more than one appointment in my lifetime.

My roommate, best friend and general pain in the butt, Yuri Alvin sees it as his mission to get me out of bed and at work at what he calls a “decent hour” since we moved in together four years before.

He takes his job way too seriously.

His only saying grace is his magnificent skills at making coffee just the way I like. That and the fact that my punctuality saved me from losing more than one client since I started my bakery/catering business last year. Otherwise no one would find the body after I was done with him.

The soft bass of his voice comes through the half opened door as he sings slightly off tune to the oldies jam playing on the radio. I burrow my head deeper into the covers with another grumble. No one should be that cheerful in the morning even if he has a voice that can turn the entire glacial system into a giant puddle. His accent makes everything sound just a little better, something I find entirely unfair especially when I am mad at him.

“Bri!” he calls, banging a spoon against a pan.

“I’m up. I’m up,” I yell the lie with as much energy as I can muster at the hour through a tiny opening in my makeshift pillow barricade.

Just one more minute…

“Brianne, don’t make me come in there.”

At the memory of the last time that happened, I push the covers aside with a muttered expletive. I will never look at a water pistol the same way again but then, neither will Yuri thanks to the split lip he earned for his efforts.

Feet safely encased in big bunny slippers, I throw a robe over the large T-shirt with an “I’m Tripping You If Zombies Are Chasing Us” warning across the front and lumber across the room. I am tempted to go out there with what was sure to be poofy hair and funky morning breath but female vanity pushes common sense at my still sleeping brain and I cross to our shared bathroom down the hall.

I do not glance in Yuri’s direction. If I see the smile sure to be on his face, the Miami homicide statistics will be up a notch.

Teeth brushed, the boogers cleared out of my eyes and a few brush strokes through my shoulder length curls later, I cross the length of the apartment. The kitchen and living room are separated by a horizontal island where Yuri leans, his bare feet stretched out in front of him and his fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee.

Amber colored eyes twinkle behind small framed glasses as his lips twitch suspiciously. He passes me a cup of coffee which I take gratefully and says, “Good morning, sleepyhead. I see your sunny morning disposition isn’t improving any.”

Ignoring him, I adopt his pose and take that first sip.

There are certain things that make life worth living and though I have been told my priories are whooped, coffee is definitely near the top of my list. My eyes roll back in my head and I moan as the black liquid sweetened by precisely two cubes of sugar hit my tongue. The taste, the aroma, the rich, dark color, the kick that powers every single cell every time I take a sip, I love everything about coffee. It is my addiction and I freely admit it.

Yuri’s chuckle forces my eyes open.

Full length jeans cover his long limbs and an unbuttoned plaid shirt is folded over his forearms. From his belly button, a thin line of hair runs down to disappear into the low hanging pants. His chest is smooth otherwise, the hardness of his pecs decorated by two small brown nipples.

Suddenly I feel far more awake and my cells stirred with heat that has nothing to do with coffee. Ignoring the sensation, I continue to study him under a hooded gaze.

The tanned quality of his skin shows his mixed heritage. Born to a Brazilian mom and a father of Jamaican descent, Yuri was born and raised in Maryland. His family moved to Miami when he was nine years old. We met in the fifth grade and have been best friends since I kneed a bully in the nuts for knocking him down.

His eyes are darker now though the teasing smile still plays along his lips. I notice the way he smells then. Hot, clean male and forest scented soap. It laces with the vapors coming off my cup and makes it brighter, more potent. Hundreds of times more addictive.

“In the land of the living yet?” he asks with a flash of straight, toothpaste commercial teeth that took years of orthodontist visits to perfect.

“Barely,” I groan and take another sip of coffee. “Why does it feel like I only closed my eyes a few minutes ago?”

“Maybe because you went to bed late last night?” he gestures at my still open laptop and notes lying on the couch. “These last nights are bound to catch up to you.”

“I had to take care of some last minutes details for a corporate event Lovely and I are catering later.”

Lovely St. Rose is my business partner and friend. Quite obviously the talent of our small business since I can’t boil an egg without running the pot dry, Lovely left the business end of things to me and we’ve made quite a growing success out of what so many doomed a failure.

“I’m glad business is doing so well but it’s okay to take some down time, you know.” He lightly bumps my shoulder with his and sends me a worried look.

“I know. I just really want this to work. I’m finally taking control of my life and-” I stop my tirade quickly as he watches me quietly. “I’ll take a vacation soon, I promise,” I finish in a tone that is too bright even to my ears.

“I’m proud of you, kiddo. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know.”

He is one of the few people who believed I could do this.

“Good.” He bumps my shoulder again and steers me toward our small dining table. “I saved you some breakfast,” he says, getting a plate from the microwave.

My stomach grumbles at the smell of bacon and eggs. “God, you’re too good to me. What would I do without you?” I moaned, biting into a crispy piece of bacon.

“I think you’d do okay. Besides, you’re too easy to please,” he replies, sitting in the chair opposite me.

“Says the man who gets excited every time a new episode of Man Caves comes on.”

A consummate geek, Yuri is an avid gamer, anime watcher and all around computer expert, his job as a network security administrator a testament to the fact. Absolutely horrible at fixing anything that did not come with software, he got his alpha male fix by watching the DIY Network religiously but especially loved that show.

“Hey, that’s a really good show,” he protests with a wounded expression. “You have to admit it’s extremely informative and I swear that cabinet came with all the wrong screws.”

Last week, he gave into the sudden urge to build something and bought a ready to assemble cabinet for the office we shared. After hours of grumbling, he admitted defeat and allowed me to help. We finished three hours, several bumped knees and lots of swear words later and still have several screws left.

“If you say so.” Liberally buttering my toast, I took a bite. “You missed it last night, by the way. I tivoed it for you. Was everything okay? I didn’t hear you come in.”

He usually called when he was going to be late.

“Thanks. I got caught up at work then Berry and I went back to her place.”

“Oh,” I say, averting my gaze.

He has been dating the aspiring model for the past two months. She is a tall, ebony goddess with an ass that made even the female population have to take a second look. Every time we happened to be in the same room, which was not often, she always placed a possession hand on Yuri and sent subtle glares my way. It is a scenario I am used to. While Yuri’s nerdy persona put off many girls in high school, his sudden physical transformation from pimple faced and scrawny to tall, dark and handsome got him noticed more often than not now.

“Did you wait up?”

At his tone I look up and the intensity of his gaze traps me.


Pushing the stray thought away, I snort, “I’ve got better things to do, Yuri.”

“Well, excuse me,” he says, his stare still too intense for my comfort. I am ready to squirm in my seat when he releases me and glances at his wrist. Standing, he states, “I’ve got to get to work.”

He stands and heads for the bathroom. I look down at my breakfast to avoid looking at the way his jeans mold his behind. I have almost been caught on one to many occasions.

“We’re out of milk and eggs. Can you get some on your way home?” Yuri calls as he emerges bare chested. I stuff a forkful of eggs in my mouth, thankful when he disappears into his bedroom.

“Sure,” I yell back around the eggs.

“We still on for tonight?”

It’s our tradition to watch a movie together at least one Friday every month. Though we can simply stream something on Yuri’s outrageously large flat screen television, we like to do it the old labor intensive way and search through the video store for good DVDs. It is amazing how hard those are to come by.

“Yup but we’re not watching another zombie or end of the world movie,” I informed him, not having to wait long for his expected outburst.

“Aw come on, Bri,” he whines, popping his head out of his room. “How can you not love all the gush and gore. That’s the mark of a good movie.”

“No, that’s just a recipe for giving me indigestion.”

He rolls his eyes before he disappears again. “God, you’re such a girl.”

“Keep the insults coming and we’ll be watching The Notebook again.”

“Uhhh,” I hear the fear in that long drawn out syllable and smirk. “You’re such a man?”

I laugh and he joins me.

A long sleeved fitted tee replacing the shirt, boots on and laptop bag sling from shoulder to hip, he emerges minutes later as I get up to rinse my dishes. Gathering the keys to his jeep, he stuffs his pockets with other little essentials. Looking at his watch, he points a stern finger at me. “You have exactly thirty three minutes to get to work. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, dad.”

“And don’t kill anyone on the way there either,” he says, referring to my driving skills which even I have to admit is a hazard to the general population on the best of days.

“Ha ha,” I reply sarcastically. “Really funny.”

He takes a half bow. “I do my best.”

Dodging my halfhearted tap, he kisses the tip of my nose- a habit he developed in our high school years-and heads for the door. It closes softly behind him.

In the bathroom, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Red shoulder length hair, green eyes, freckles over my cheeks, a combination someone once called totally unmemorable. At five foot two inches on plump female, I know I am no bombshell but I am comfortable with me, a process that took me many, many years to achieve.

Taking my robe off, I place it on the hook behind the door and pull the cotton over my head. The bikini panties came off next and as I place the items in the laundry basket I spot Yuri’s plaid shirt.

Bringing the material against my face, I inhale and let myself dream.


He comes in shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and riding low. Just as always, he was nude beneath and the head of his erect penis peeks above the lowered zipper. It glistens and I can almost taste the spicy heat of him.

I lick my suddenly dry lips.

His eyes follow the movement with an intensity that echoes loudly and mimics the too fast beating of my heart.

Caught in his spell, I watch his confident strut as he leisurely invades my space. His scent is heady, making my inner walls flutter wildly. His eyes blaze over me in a hot, possessive sweep and I feel like the sexiest woman alive. My nipples pucker in reaction and a warm flush spreads from head to toe.

He stops a few inches away. Holding my gaze, he tangles his fingers in the slightly darker curls manicured into a neat line at the top of my mound. His middle finger separates my nether lips on a path that leads to my gushing well. The roughened skin trails over my clit.

I grab the edge of the vanity to keep me from melting into a puddle and bite my lips.

His fingers come away dewy with the evidence of my arousal. He trails his fingers across my thigh, up over my quavering tummy and over the full cups of my breasts, leaving a shiny line in their wake. Drawing circles around my nipples, he coats them with the creamy substance. “Been thinking about me?”

The digits trail back down to my sex. My hips strain into his touch and he penetrates my core with deliberate slowness. “You know I have,” I pant.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He pulls his finger back only to return with a second.

“Yeah?” is all I can manage. I widen my stance and he pumps his fingers into me, his thumb tracing a small distance away.

“Oh, yeah. I can never get you out of my head, to tell you the truth.” With a twist of his wrist he somehow reaches deeper, touching a spot I did not know needed touching. “When I’m away from you all I think about is being near you again. To smell you. Taste you. Touch you. I go crazy with wanting you and only the thought of spreading you wide and fucking you until your voice goes hoarse from screaming my name makes this need bearable.”

“Oh God!” My wombs contracts with that first ripple signaling my imminent climax.

“Does knowing I can’t get the very essence of you out of my head make you want to cum? Does knowing my cock is always full and ready to sink into your tightness make you hot?”

“Yes, Yuri. Yes.”

“But you’ll wait, won’t you, baby?” He leans down and licks at the reddened tip of my right breast, his fingers suddenly curving at just the right angle. “Wait until I say that hot little pussy can cum?”

I lift to my tippy toes in reaction and he follows, his tongue expertly working my nipple, his fingers fucking me harder.

“Won’t you, Bri?”

“Yes,” the whisper trembles from my lips but I feel the contractions start deep and my muscles tighten in anticipation.

Yuri’s chuckles softly and removes the exquisite pressure.

“You naughty little lair,” he proclaims, capturing my lips in an unexpected movement that was both punishing and coaxing. Unable to deny his claim, I can only moan and enjoy his mastery.

He cups my behind and lifts me onto the wooden surface, stepping between my thighs. He takes his mouth away just as quickly as he gave it and sinks until his head is level with my womanhood.

His eyes teasing me, he licks a playful pattern just above my bud, his breath just feathering over it. Pushing my legs higher, he kisses the insides of my thighs, gently sucks my soaked lips, everything but places his mouth where I needed him most. All the while he praises me, encouraging more moisture to escape my core and drip down my ass cheeks.

My head falls back onto my shoulders, banging on the mirror, and knot my fingers in his hair. My nerves clamber for more but I am unwilling to give up the sweet torture just yet.

Just a little more…

I tremble and thrash beneath him until I can’t take anymore. “Please, Yuri.”

“Tell me what you want.” His fingers penetrate me on the same breath.

“Oh god, Yuri! You’re killing me.” I push my hips against his face but he still tortures me with the too soft touches.

“Tell me,” he commands.

“More. I want more.”

“You need to do better than that, sweetheart.”

“My clit. I need your tongue on my clit. Yes, right there.”

Holding the puffered lips open, he exposes my throbbing bud and devours it. It is not long before the pleasure begins to spiral out of control again but something keeps me from leaping that final inch and I beg, “I need more, Yuri.”

His eyes say he understands and without preamble a wet finger penetrates the tight ring of muscle between the globes of my bottom. Fingers and tongue lovingly lashing me in just the perfect balance, he breathes the words I need to hear and I become undone.

“Cum for me.”


Braced against the vanity, I cum and cum, feeling the thick drops run down my thighs.

Too soon the pleasure starts to retreat so, eyes squeezed shut, I imagine Yuri standing to his full height, one hand still finger fucking me. His cock free from its confines, he fists the length and jerks at it with furious strokes. My hand joins his and he spews thick globs of his semen onto my stomach.

I cry out Yuri’s name and my knees buckle as my climax takes on a new intensity.

My vision slowly loses its glazed quality and I rise, the pink-cheeked image in the mirror staring back at me sending a shiver down my spine. The flush extends to my breasts and lower. My eyes are too bright and my hair is mussed again.

“God, what if Yuri were to see you?” I ask the reflection. Irrationally, a fresh stream of moisture runs down my thighs. Turning away with a snort, I step into the shower and I turn the head onto the highest setting.

My secret obsession with Yuri started almost two years ago when walked in on him while he was having sex with his main squeeze at the time, a blonde whose language made sailors blush. Lyn, I think her name was.

After a dismal date with a man still obsessed with his ex, I came to the apartment early and found them going at it like there was no tomorrow. Lyn’s bottom held off the bed and her legs spread wide over Yuri’s arms, the woman begged him to fuck her harder as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts.

His cock was long and thick, so much so it looked like it hurt to receive but nothing but ecstasy showed on every inch of female flesh beneath him. Though covered by latex, the contrast of his dark length stretching the pink pussy was as arousing as the way he worked the mammoth tool into her.

The look of rapture on her face as she orgasmed almost sent me over the edge as well. As it was, I must have made some sort of sound and alerted them to my presence. While Yuri acted like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Lyn invited me to join them.

I escaped into my room with a mumbled, “No thanks,” and have not been able to forget his cock since them. It showed up in my dreams, both awake and asleep.

It is secret I go through great strain to keep and only the pages of my brown leather diary knows the need I hold for my roommate.

Many thanks to my editor, Sully 2818. Also, this story owes a great deal to my beautiful and beloved wife. :-)

This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.

*** CHAPTER 02 ***

I awoke the next morning with the dim light of sunrise just beginning to cast long shadows across the top of the tent. Sarah had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder and a slender arm across my chest. She looked angelic and adorable sleeping there. The warmth and softness of my cousin’s body against mine and the gentle sound of her breathing lulled me back into a state of half-sleep. I took a deep breath, savoring the subtle, comforting scent of the woman in my arms. It felt good lying there with her, but it was much warmer this morning than it had been the previous night, and it was soon too hot for me to continue lying in the sleeping bag with her. Disturbing her as little as I could, I slipped out of the sleeping bag. Sarah stirred a little, and I couldn’t resist giving her a light kiss on her lips. She smiled sweetly without opening her eyes. As I slipped my shoes on, I heard a van door and recognized the voices of my friends and family that had slept there.

As much frost as I was certain that I had seen inside the tent the night before, I expected that there would be a great deal of moisture inside of the tent that we would have to allow to dry out before we stored the tent for any length of time. Looking around, however, I didn’t notice any dampness on the inside of the tent’s walls. There might be dew on the outside of the tent, but the inside looked like it was ready to pack back into the plastic container we kept it in until the next time we needed it.

Someone was walking rapidly towards the tent. Looking towards the door that my sister had left partially open when she had vacated the tent last night, I saw Diana’s smiling face looking in at us. “Rise and shine!” Her cheerful voice filled the tent. “We’ve got coffee going on the campfire, and Erin and I are making bacon, eggs, and pancakes for everyone!”

Sarah yawned and stretched, and we both looked at Diana’s intrusion with good-natured humor.

“We’ll be out in a second,” I said as my friend disappeared towards the campfire.

Sarah lay in the sleeping bag, not quite ready to get up just yet. I was fully dressed, and if my help wasn’t needed with breakfast then there was no rush for me to leave the tent. I sat down beside my cousin. “So how did you sleep last night, Sarah? Are you still OK with what happened?” I asked her.

Sarah reached out and took my hand in hers. She spoke in a soft whisper that the other people outside of the tent wouldn’t hear. “I slept great. And the next time that you and I are alone somewhere where we can have a reasonable degree of privacy again, I’ll be happy to show you just exactly how OK I really am with everything that happened last night. So are you OK? No weird morning-after regrets about fucking your own cousin?”

“My only morning-after regret is that there’s not enough time or privacy right now for an encore.” I whispered back. Sarah smiled wickedly as she began unzipping her sleeping bag.

“Hey, John!” came Kim’s voice from the direction of the van. “Give Sarah some privacy so that she can get dressed, or she’ll be using you as an excuse to stay in that sleeping bag all day!”

Sarah chuckled and replied loud enough for everyone to hear her. “Yeah, John. Get out of the tent so that I can get dressed without you seeing me naked!”

I looked over at her. She wasn’t wearing panties under her t-shirt, and she grinned wickedly as she flashed her pussy at me. I began to move towards her, but she quickly closed her legs. She cackled quietly as she gestured me away with a shooing motion. I began making my way over to the door of the tent as she dug through her suitcase choosing what to wear that day. I couldn’t resist one last look back at the delicious curves of her bare backside as she bent over the suitcase, and I pondered my good fortune in having a cousin like Sarah.

Breakfast has always been my favorite meal while camping, and that morning was no exception. Diana is probably the best campfire cook that I have ever known, and breakfast was phenomenal. I sat beside Diana, and we discussed our plans for the night as she playfully rolled her bacon and eggs up in a pancake and ate her creation like a burrito.

We had about seven hours of driving ahead of us, so we could easily leave at 9:00 and be at Erin’s parent’s place at 4:30 at the latest. That would give us time to unpack, get settled in, and get briefed on the site. Assuming that we spent an hour at dinner, two hours on the walk-through, and an hour setting up, we would be ready to start the investigation well before sunset at 8:00.

I tossed my paper plate and napkin onto the fire. Heather and Erin had already finished eating and started on the dishes, which consisted of our well-used cast-iron pans, our battered tin camping cups, and the silverware. I thanked Erin when she offered to take my dishes, then busied myself with helping to disassemble and stow the tent, folding up the camping chairs, and loading everything in the back of the van.

I had just finished using water from my canteen to brush my teeth when Heather approached me, looking nervous. “John, could you take a quick walk with me?”

The poor girl looked scared to death, and I wondered if she was backing out of the investigation. “Sure, Heather. I’ll be right with you.” I returned my canteen and toothbrush to my rucksack, then returned to Heather. “It’s going to have to be a short walk. Everyone else looks like they’re almost ready to leave. Now, before we go, you know that nobody’s going to think any less of you if you want to back out of taking part in the investigation, right?”

“A short walk is fine,” Heather said. Something was definitely unusual in the way she was acting. Her voice sounded out-of-breath, and her cheeks were flushed. “And I’m not backing out of the investigation. I just have something I need to talk to you about. Now, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you OK, Heather?” I asked in genuine concern. “Is this about the…”

“I promise, I really am fine. I just need to talk to you,” Heather’s voice was pleading. “Let’s walk.”

“Hey, Diane, Heather and I are going to be gone for a few minutes,” I shouted at Diana even as Heather was leading me away. Diana responded with a wave in my direction. She was busy ensuring that the campfire was entirely out. I felt guilty about leaving when there was still work to be done getting ready to leave, but Heather clearly needed me.

Joining Heather, I let her lead me down the road. She was power-walking much more quickly than her usual unhurried pace, and I had to start out in a light jog for a few seconds in order to catch up with her as she headed down the reed-lined gravel road. After about a hundred meters, the road we were on met a larger paved road at a T-intersection. Heather still hadn’t said anything, and I began worrying. I briefly remembered Sarah hearing someone outside of the tent the previous night, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Did Heather know what her sister and I had done together last night? How would she be likely to react if she did, and what would those actions mean for me and Sarah?

After we crossed the paved road, Heather surprised me by keeping on moving straight into the woods on the other side of the road. She isn’t in the best of shape, and she was breathing heavily. I followed her into the woods, our feet making crunching, shuffling sounds in the fragrant brown leaves of the forest floor. She looked around. Seeing a large fallen log, she led me over to it. Taking a seat, she patted the log beside herself and gestured for me to join her.

“John,” she asked, “When you saw your sister’s tattoo last night, you looked like you might have already seen it. Had you seen her tattoo before then?” Heather was breathing hard, perhaps from exertion, perhaps from something else.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She wasn’t talking about me and her sister. Still, it was an unusual question to lead someone into such a private area just to ask them, and the nervousness that showed in her voice as she asked it was even stranger. I thought briefly about how to answer her. Did my dream count? “Well, I suppose, sort of.”

Heather nodded. My evasive reply appeared to satisfy her. “Yes, I suppose that I had sort of seen it before then, too.” Her voice was hushed, pensive, and nervous. She reached out with a warm hand that was trembling slightly, and took my own hand into hers. Pulling my hand to herself, she held it gently in her lap. Nothing too bold. Nothing that either of us could say was outside of the boundaries of normal behavior between cousins and old, close friends. Still, it wasn’t quite normal for us. “You know what’s kind of funny, John? Both of us had seen that tattoo before somewhere. But when I asked Kim if she had shown it to anyone before last night, she said no. Not even you.”

As we held hands, Heather turned her head and looked at me. Her piercing blue eyes met mine for a long moment. I could tell that she was thinking very carefully about how to word her next question. I met her gaze, and she looked away from me, unable to look me in the eyes. “John, did you and I… spend any special time together the night before last?”

The only time we had even seen each other at all the night before last would have been in our dream. Heather had to be referring to that, but the notion still seemed impossible. My breathing became heavier at the memory of our incestuous union as I nodded, but I worded my reply carefully. “Yes, we did. And as I promised you at the time, I will never forget it.” Again, my words would only make sense if we had both somehow, impossibly, remembered sharing the same dream. My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what her body had felt like during our forbidden lovemaking, and I could almost taste my cousin’s kisses again as I remembered what it had been like to be inside of her. But still, the careful wording of my answer meant that, if necessary, I could still save myself from embarrassment by pretending that I was talking about something else entirely.

Immediately after I answered her, I knew that my fears that she and I were discussing two entirely different things were in vain. Her hand tightened around mine, and we looked at each other for a long moment. She was breathing so deeply that I was afraid that she would hyperventilate, her shoulders heaving with every breath and the perfect, pale skin of her cheeks flushed a deep mottled crimson. She looked me in the eyes, meeting and holding my gaze. She was smiling and laughing nervously, but a few tears rolled down her soft round cheeks. She was completely overcome with emotion.

“I’ll never forget it, either.” Heather’s voice was quiet, choking on the power of the feelings that seemed to swell in her pounding heart. We stared at each other for a long minute, her hot hands clenching my own tight in her lap. “I’ll never forget anything about it, and I’ll never regret sharing that with you whether you’re my own cousin or not.” She chuckled nervously as she acknowledged the taboo nature of what we had done together.

“I love you, Heather.” I whispered quietly. I had spoken those words to her a million times before, but this time they meant something entirely different. My heart was pounding in my chest as, for the first time in our waking lives, my cousin and and I moved to kiss each other in a manner that was more than an expression of innocent familial affection.

Our lips met for the first time in our waking life. Her sweet, round, familiar face was pressed hard against my own, our lips and mouths silently communicating a life’s worth of pent-up love between us. We were blissfully drowning in an ocean that washed over us in sweet waves of tender passion. I tasted her sweet mint-flavored toothpaste as her tongue and mine hesitantly met. Both of us were nervous to be sharing the forbidden, incestuous kiss with our favorite cousin and childhood friend. Both of us knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again, and I doubted that either of us could believe that this was really happening. As we held each other close, our kisses soon gained in both confidence and passion. Soon, our lips sealed together in steamy bliss as we rejoiced in our shared love, kissing like a bride and her groom beneath a chapel of tall trees. Our breath soon had her glasses frosted with fog, and she giggled as she pulled them off and stuck them through the waistband of her pants as I leaned her back to rest on the log. My cousin and I held each other close, our tongues intertwining wetly, our arms stroking each others’ backs, our lips moving sweetly together as we kissed one another as lovers. Golden sunlight shone down through the leaves, and somewhere nearby a songbird was cheerfully serenading the two new lovers. Moving my lips, I kissed her chin, her cheek, and moved my lips to her neck.

Moving my lips from her mouth, I kissed the side of her neck and she let out a sweet, quiet gasp. I continued planting light, fluttering kisses upon her neck as her body pressed against my own. She moved her legs to place one on each side of the tree trunk that we lay upon and pulled me on top of her between her now spread legs. I lay between her legs, supporting as much of my weight as I could on the log behind her and savoring the feeling of my favorite cousin’s pelvis grinding against me as I continued kissing her neck. As our crotches pressed together, I could feel the line of her zipper rubbing against me through my pants, and the thought of what lay beneath her clothing had my penis as hard as forged steel. She inhaled audibly as she felt one of the hands that held her slide beneath her sweater and t-shirt to feel the soft, warm skin of her back beneath her clothing. The contact between my calloused hand and the soft skin of her back excited both of us even further, and our minds were clouded by a fog of passion as we continued rejoicing in our shared love beneath the leafy canopy of the beautiful old forest.

Her blue-jean covered pelvis ground hard against me as my beloved cousin’s familiar voice poured out in a feverish whispered rush. “Sweetheart, tell me what we did together two nights ago! Please, tell me! I need to hear you say it!”

“We made love, Heather. And it was the sweeter than I ever thought that lovemaking could be.” She uttered a high-pitched, inarticulate cry of joy at my words, pressing her mouth hard against mine in a sloppy, scalding-hot kiss that a week ago I never could have imagined we would have shared. “I have always loved you, Heather,” I whispered after long minutes of delighting in the blissful kiss, “and that night, you showed me exactly how much you have always loved me.” The erotic memories of making love to my sweet, innocent cousin had my cock straining at the crotch of my pants as though it might tear through them. I knew that even through our pants she could feel my hardness pressing against her sex as our bodies continued to grind together through our clothes. If only that clothing weren’t there!

Heather’s breathing came in ragged gasps. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Ohmygod!” she was whispering. My sweet, pretty cousin was so excited by our circumstances that I could sense that, even through our clothing, the contact between our genitals was about to bring her to orgasm. Her arms tightened around me with more strength than I thought that she possessed, and her pretty round face scrunched up as she let out an inarticulate gasp. Heather’s hips thrust up at me and then froze, her body trembling. She pressed her mouth hard into the shoulder of my jacket to muffle her gasping scream of joy and pleasure as her arms clenched tightly around me.

For long minutes, Heather held me close in trembling arms as her deep, ragged breathing slowly began to return to something that sounded more normal. “Yes, Sweetheart, we made love to each other. Oh, God, you really were inside of me! I got to feel you leave part of yourself inside of me to combine with my essence and create something beautiful together. I got to feel what it was like to have you make me the mother of your child! I felt myself claim you as the father of my own child. I have never loved anyone more than you, cousin.”

We kissed again. I wanted to add something to what she had just said and let her know just how special the experience had been to me, but I was too overcome with emotion to speak. For a long minute, we held each other in silence, savoring the feeling of each other’s body against us. My hand was still against her bare back inside of her shirt and sweater, my hand near the clasp of her bra. I could almost feel her heart beat against my chest as our soft breaths washed over one another’s face. Heather and I were each breathing in the comforting, familiar scent of our beloved cousin, and we were cherishing it even more than we ever had before.

Heather whispered to me, her words coming out in a rapid-fire torrent of speech as though she had either bottled them up inside of herself for far too long, or as though she was afraid that she would loose her nerve and never speak them at all if she didn’t do it at this very moment. “Sarah was right. I have always been in love with you for as long as I can remember! Even when we were small children, I remember how sad I felt when Mom told me I couldn’t ever marry you because we’re related, and I have always believed that I could never have you. But two nights ago, I got to taste your kisses and hold your body against mine with nothing between us. I felt every detail of making love to you. I got to feel what it was like to share an orgasm with someone that I have always loved more than life itsself, and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced! I woke up, and could almost still feel your body inside of me. Then, last night, I got up to go to the bathroom and I walked past the tent. I watched and listened as you had sex with Sarah, and I knew for certain that you have no qualms about real-life sex with a flesh and blood relative.”

Heather pulled my face to hers, planting a wet, sultry kiss on my lips. “Even inside the sleeping bag, even in the darkness, I knew exactly what the two of you were doing. I watched you give her what I have always wanted, and I’m not ashamed to tell you that I stood there and masturbated outside of the tent as I watched you. I knew that what you were doing with her was going to become a reality between us soon as well, cousin. Very soon. We would make love right now if they weren’t waiting for us back at the van.” Heather’s hot lips brushed my own, teasingly. She kissed my neck, and I gasped. “If they weren’t waiting for us, you could have me right here on this log. Maybe in the position we’re in right now, or maybe I would be bent over the log with you taking me from behind. Maybe I would be straddling you as you lay in the leaves. Most likely, I think we would try a couple of positions until we found one that we decided was our favorite,” my childhood friend whispered quietly in my ear, as though afraid that the magic of this moment was so delicate that even a loud word could shatter it. My head swam, and my mind was filled with remembered images of her sweet, nude body and my throbbing cock disappearing into the soft curls between her legs.

Heather’s voice was a barely audible whisper, her breath hot against my ear. “I heard you tell Sarah last night that you didn’t have a condom. Neither do I. And I’m not on the pill. As a matter of fact, I’m super-fertile right now. I felt myself ovulate last night. I’m pretty sure that even if the head of your penis so much as brushed against my vagina, if even a drop of your pre-cum got inside of me, I might get pregnant just from that. But if we had the time right now,” Heather held me close, her voice quiet and strained with nervous emotion, “none of that would stop us! I felt you get me pregnant two nights ago, and it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt! Cousin, I would make love to you until you came inside of me just like you did in the dream we had. We have always loved each other, cousin. We could always be together! We could live together like a husband and wife and raise our children together. But soon, no matter what else is going on, we’re going to become more than the closest of friends and more than the most beloved of relatives.” She kissed me again, her hot, sweet, breath washing my face with the scent of campfire smoke and minty toothpaste. “We’ve always been inseparably close, but we’re going to add a completely new element to our love, and we will become even closer. We’re going to feel what we shared together two nights ago again and again. And we are going to love each other for the rest of our lives.”

We were both trembling. I couldn’t believe that I had just heard those words come out of her mouth. Sweet, innocent, responsible Heather, who didn’t like to go to parties and who had just gotten into graduate school with a 3.9 overall GPA, was willing risk everything for unprotected, forbidden, incestuous sex with her own cousin. She looked at me with wide, frightened, doe-like eyes, as though afraid of being rebuked or laughed at. Instead, I pulled her closer to me.

“I love you, Heather. And soon we will make love. I promise. But can we use some sort of protection? I’m not sure that our mothers will be as happy to have us make grandchildren for them right now as they seemed about the idea in our dream.” I chuckled lightly.

She flashed her brilliant old familiar smile that I have seen a million times before and always loved. “Sure we can use protection. But you had best get some soon if you want us to use it. I’ve always been in love with you, but I thought that because I was your cousin you wouldn’t have me. I’ve waited my whole life for this, and I don’t want to wait another minute if I don’t have to.”

I could see in her eyes that she had told the truth. She would have let me make love to her then and there, without protection and while her body was at its most fertile. I knew that everyone else was waiting for us back at the van and would soon be wondering where we were, and I knew that if I made love to my sweet, beloved cousin there would almost certainly be serious, life-altering consequences for it. But I remembered what it had been like to make love to her two nights earlier. I remembered her beautiful, soft, chubby body as she gave herself to me, and I wanted nothing in the world more than to have sex with her then and there, to plant my seed deep inside of her and make her my own forever. I pulled her closer to me, savoring the feeling of the woman I loved in her arms. After a lifetime of seeing each other almost every day and sharing a million innocent and happy memories together, suddenly getting just a few more minutes alone with my cousin seemed like the promise of heaven. But I couldn’t let myself get her pregnant. She would let me, but I couldn’t do that to her. We had to go back to the van now, while we still had the willpower to stop this.

“I love you, Heather,” I breathed quietly into her ear. I couldn’t resist kissing her soft lips again. I doubt that I could ever get tired of kissing her lips. “But everyone else is waiting on us.”

“OK,” she whispered. But we still clung to each other, neither of us moving. Again, we moved to kiss one another on the lips. In soft, slow, sultry movements our moist lips moved together. My cock was straining hard against my pants as Heather’s tongue and mine slowly caressed each other, and her hand reached down and gently stroked my hardness through my pants. I raised my hips to avoid crushing her hand between us as I gasped into her mouth, and she increased the pressure of her hand against my manhood. Then I felt her fingers on the zipper of my pants as we kissed even more passionately, our saliva being freely shared as our tongues writhed together. I heard and felt my zipper being slid open, the cool air greeting the hot flesh of my cock. Then, I felt my cousin’s soft fingers gently reach inside my pants to caress the skin of my penis.

Our kisses became sloppy and animalistic as Heather freed my cock from my pants and ran her soft hand along its length. I didn’t care if it was wrong. I didn’t care if it was incest. I didn’t care that people were probably waiting on us, and I didn’t care that neither Heather nor I had any protection available to us and we weren’t in a position to raise children together at this point in our lives. The thought of pulling out of her once we began to make love was unthinkable. All that mattered at that very moment was our all-consuming need to consummate our love, to feel myself bathed by the sexual fluids of my beautiful cousin as we expressed our desire and passion for one another in the most natural way we could.

As my beloved cousin stroked my naked cock in her warm, soft hand, I had two choices. I could end this now and protect both of our futures, or I could reach for the button of her pants. Once her pants were unfastened, I had no doubt what she and I would do together, and my heart leapt into my throat as I imagined what that would be. My hand seemed to move of its own volition towards her waist, and I felt the crotch of her jeans beneath my trembling fingers as she sighed sweetly into my mouth. Even through the thick denim, I could feel the heat and humidity rise from her excited sex as my fingers fumbled with the button at the top of her jeans. Those jeans were separating my cousin and I from what we wanted most in this world at that moment, and she raised her hips to give me easier access to the button and zipper that held them on her.

I had never wanted anything more in my entire life than to make passionate love to Heather then and there, consequences be damned. And if we had a child as a result, then we would love that baby and raise it as any couple would. But I couldn’t stand the thought of her promising future going out the window. I loved her far too much.

After I broke our long kiss, I looked deep into her pleading, sparkling blue eyes. “We need to go back to the van, Heather,” I said breathlessly.

“All right,” she replied. Her voice was quiet as I sat up and tucked my manhood back into my pants As I looked into her sad eyes, I could almost see reflections of what we both wished could have happened between us there in that beautiful forest.

We held hands for a bit while walking back to the road.

“I’m glad that we did that, John. I’ve been wanting some time alone with you for the last two days, and I feel better now that you feel the same way towards me that I feel towards you. I was afraid that things between us were literally just a dream on my part.”

“I’m glad, too, Heather.” We smiled at each other, and squeezed each other’s hand.

“You know that things are never going to be the same between us,” Heather whispered. “But I hope that you know that, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you more than anyone in the world.”

“I’ll always love you, too, cuz.” I said with a grin.

Heather and I arrived back at the campsite just as everyone was finishing up a walk-through of the area to ensure that we hadn’t left any belongings or garbage behind. Satisfied that we had left our campsite the way we had found it, we hit the road.

We still had several hours of driving ahead of us. I sat in the van in the back, between Diane and Heather. As the van made its way down the road, it gently rocked back and forth. Erin was driving, and from the front of the van some quiet Christian instrumental music was playing. We had scarcely driven for an hour when Heather lay her head on my shoulder and drifted into sleep. Her soft, warm body against mine and the soothing sound of her gentle breathing soon had me nodding gently in my seat. Diane glanced over at Heather and I with drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, she rested her head upon my other shoulder. Why were we so tired? Didn’t we get enough sleep last night? And those were the last thoughts I had before I drifted into blissful unconsciousness.

I found myself with Diane and Heather in the familiar clearing, but now it was daytime outside. Brilliant yellow beams of sunlight filtered down through the green needles of the fragrant pine trees and danced upon the soft carpet of verdant grass. At the edge of the clearing, the massive trunks of pines the size of California redwoods towered up to the sky. Among the trees I saw tendrils of wild grape vines and ivy. The woods seemed full of a dense fog. Diane ventured towards the forest and stepped into the greenish-gray mist.

“Are we where I think we are?” Heather asked me with nervous excitement.

“I believe so!” I replied with a wicked grin.

Heather’s soft blue eyes met mine as her mouth curled into a wicked smile. ‘We’re dreaming again, so you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant,” she whispered quietly enough that Diana wouldn’t hear her. “at least not in real life. Here, I’m probably already carrying your child!” She smiled giddily. “And, now, nobody is waiting for us.” Looking around and seeing Diane’s back disappear into the woods, Heather kissed me.

“Holy shit, this is the thickest fog I’ve ever seen!” Diane’s voice came from the fog.

“I would not go much further, if I were you,” came a deep baritone voice from nearby. “Diana, would you mind if I led you back to your friends?” I turned and saw the muscular, white-bearded form of Acratophorus gently leading Diana out of the woods by her hand. “In this world, you really can fall off of the edge of the planet into oblivion. Oh, don’t look so alarmed. You’re native to a different reality, and would simply awaken back in the van if that happened.”

“Who are you, and where is this place?” Diana asked him.

“Forgive me,” the god said with a dramatic bow to the ladies. “My name is Acratophorus, the Giver of Unmixed wine. You might have heard me referred to as Dionysus? Bacchus? Yes, I can see that you’ve heard those names before. Regardless of what you call me, I’m the god of wine and revelry. Never mind. I’m a god that hardly anyone worships anymore, despite the fact that your culture would be well-suited for it. There are mortal musicians that have been dead for several generations and still have more followers than I do, and there are far more people that have heard of the latest celebrity gossip in your world than have heard of me.” He said the words with a merry twinkle in his eye and a good-natured chuckle at his own self-deprecation. “It’s nice to meet you, Heather. Anyone beloved of my friend John is dear to me as well. And it’s a pleasure to meet John’s other best friend as well, Diana. That’s a lovely name, by the way. That’s what the Romans called one of my half-sisters. She always preferred being called Artemis, but I think that Diana sounds much prettier.”

“And this place? You should ask the local deity that I put in charge here what he wants to call it.” Acratophorus gestured towards me. “I made this little reality just for John, and here he has powers second only to mine, which effectively makes him the ruling god of this world since I have no intention of doing much with it. He can will things into and out of existence and do whatever he likes here, in exchange for a few tiny favors that I need him to do for me some time soon. This place is his, and the reason it’s so small is because he hasn’t yet had the opportunity to add on to it. As the god of this world, he can construct it in whatever manner pleases him. In just a moment, I’ll leave you all alone to go explore… anything here that needs exploring, I suppose. But first, may I please talk to John in private for a moment? Here, John, follow me into the woods, but first I would like for you to think of a bench beside the ladies here. Any kind of bench. Get a picture in your mind of what you want. Yes, what you’re visualizing will work wonderfully. Don’t look so surprised that I can see what you’re thinking, I’m a god! You know that. Now, just will the bench to exist.”

Diana and Heather looked on in amazement as the silhouette of the bench that I had been visualizing appeared on the ground near them like shimmering, sparkling liquid gold. I gasped along with Diana and Heather as the ornately carved marble bench I had been visualizing appeared precisely where I had imagined it!

“Good, God, John! How the fuck did you do that?” Diana exclaimed gleefully.

I was just as surprised as the ladies and I looked behind myself and shrugged to my friend as Acratophorus took me by the elbow and led me off into the mist of the woods. We wandered through the ancient pine trees as the swirling gray-green mist closed thicker around us. Soon I could hardly see anything more than a foot away from myself.

“Yes, this should be far enough.” Acratophorus stopped. Here, half-obscured by the mysterious fog, the ancient god regarded me gravely as he appeared to mysteriously float in nothingness. It reminded me of the primeval chaos of some ancient pagan creation story. “John, may I borrow your pocketknife for a moment?”

I gave him a questioning look, but seeing that no explanation appeared to be forthcoming I whipped out the large folding lock-blade that I had carried since I had been in the Army, and I flicked the long, meticulously-honed blade open as I handed it to him. He took it from me and held it in both hands for a long moment, looking intently at the blade and murmuring quietly in some strange foreign tongue. He most certainly wasn’t speaking in English, and I doubted that he was even speaking in ancient Greek. For a moment the blade glowed a bright, yellowish white that seemed to radiate a rainbow-like aura through the mist around it like sunlight shining thorough a prism. As I watched in surprise and confusion, my knife gradually returned to its original appearance.

Acratophorus tested the edge with his thumb. “You certainly do like to keep a blade sharp. I haven’t held a knife with an edge like this in quite some time.” I smiled at the compliment. “Be careful with this thing,” he admonished as he deftly flipped it into the air and caught it by the flat of the blade, handing it back to me. “Consider this the first of several treasures that I’ll bless you with. Among other things, the blade can’t break or get dull, here or anywhere else. You’ll find that your knife now has other magical properties as well, but I’m afraid that I can’t tell you about them at this point without the risk of causing both of us a great deal of trouble. I wish that I could tell you more, but I hope that you will come to understand everything soon. I can tell you to take good care of this knife and keep it close to you, because you’re going to be doing a lot of good with it very soon. In particular, I can think of a few souls that have been suffering in darkness for a long time that are counting on you to help them, and your friends will need you as well.”

The muscular old god looked at me grimly as he clapped me on the shoulder. His manner reminded me of some of my old Army buddies before dangerous missions. Some of them had clapped me on the shoulder just like the ancient god just did before we loaded into our vehicles and headed out. And some of those brave young men were now resting in military cemeteries. Taking me by the shoulder, Acratophorus led me back from the misty forest and into the sunlit clearing.

“I wish that I could stay and chat for a bit longer, because there’s a lot that I do need to tell you and soon, but I am desperately needed elsewhere if my plans are to succeed. After centuries of boredom, I’ve suddenly found myself without a moment to spare. Well, I’ll leave you, your friend, and your cousin in peace. Take all the time you want. Erin won’t stop to refuel the van for another three hours, and the rest of your friends will be content to allow you and the ladies to sleep.”

Diane and Heather both looked at Acratophorus as though they were about to ask him questions or say something when he began fading from sight. With a smile like the Cheshire Cat, Acratophorus disappeared into nothingness.

My friends looked at where the ancient god had stood and gaped at the empty space where he had stood only seconds before.

After a long moment of silence, Diane spoke rapidly to me in her excitement. “So, that guy is some ancient Greek god, and he gave you the powers of a god as well? What the fuck, buddy? You became a god in an alternate reality and didn’t think that this was something that you should mention to your best friend? I shouldn’t have to save up my beer money when you should be able to turn water into wine, right?” She chuckled gleefully. “So you just created this bench by willing it into existence, and that guy says that you can actually build an entire world just like that?”

“Well, Diane, how do you propose that I should have started a conversation with you on the whole ‘I’m a god in another world but here it’s all I can do to keep my car running’ thing?”

Diane and Heather both laughed. “You know that I’m just messing with you, buddy!” Diane said.

“I suppose that I did make the bench there,” I said thoughtfully, “but I’ve never willed a world into existence before. I would kind of like to put some thought into exactly what I would like to add on to this place before I do too much,” I replied.

“As far a what to create, maybe a pretty little woodland stream with a cozy little cabin beside it?” Heather suggested. “Kind of like that painting that I’ve got hanging up in my room? Please? Think of it as a gift to me, and practice for whatever you feel like adding on later. And I wouldn’t stress too much about the pressure of creating your own little world. I’m pretty sure we’re all dreaming, which means that momentous decisions aren’t something to worry much about. Plus, if you really are the ruling god of this place, then if you screw something up too badly I’m sure you’ll be able to fix it, right?”

Diane chuckled. “While you’re making the land, just remember to keep the volcanoes and earthquake-ridden fault zones to a minimum. When you’re working on the flora and fauna, go light on things like mosquitoes and poison-ivy. And if things get too badly out of hand, remember that there isn’t much that a nice cataclysmic flood can’t fix. So, Heather, you really think we’re all dreaming? I’ve never been in a dream that felt this real before! Everything around us looks, sounds, feels, and smells real to me, and we wouldn’t really all be able to share a dream together, would we?” Diane walked over to Heather. “Can I pinch you?” she asked her playfully.

Heather never responded to the question, because we were interrupted by a brilliant flash of golden light that exploded from the woods. Old habits die hard, and both Diane and I dropped into low crouches at the sudden brightness. You can know on an intellectual level that you’re in a safe pace, but it’s hard for anyone that has been a veteran of close combat to ever truly feel safe again. Only Heather stood to feel the refreshing rush of warm air that flowed over us from the beautiful forest. There before us, we could see that the mist had receded from the woods. And, through the trees, just as I had envisioned it, was a merrily bubbling stream and a picturesque little stone cabin that was weathered and moss-covered as though it had been there for centuries. Diane and I followed Heather as she ran giddily towards the cabin. I couldn’t help but watch her perfect butt bounce as she ran and remember our interactions from that morning.

Heather pulled the weathered oaken door open into a cozy single room with a large bed in one corner, not far from a large old-fashioned stone fireplace that had a crackling fire burning merrily in it. A small oil lamp flickered on the wooden table at the edge of the room. Herbs were drying in bunches that hung down from nails in the rafters, lending a fragrant smell to the room. I walked into the cozy, dimly lit space.

“Well, welcome home, cousin!” I said with a smile, hoping to distract myself from my wicked thoughts. Here I was, with god-like powers and in the company of two beautiful women, both of whom I cared about deeply and both of whom cared deeply about me. I wouldn’t use my powers to seduce them. But what if not using my powers to seduce them involved not visualizing what it would be like to make love to them or wishing for it? That would be easier said than done under any circumstances. And deliberate efforts to not think about seducing them had roughly the same effect as the old joke about “Try not to think about a pink elephant.”.

“It’s perfect!” Heather exclaimed gleefully as she admired the cabin. “Thanks, John!”

Diane gave Heather and I a funny look as Heather pulled me into a full kiss on the lips and I returned it, but my best friend was too polite to say anything.

“So,” Diane began, “This really is a dream, right?”

“Well, kind of,” I replied.

“And I’m dreaming it, right?” Diane said, staring at me.

“I suppose that all three of us are dreaming right now.” I said.

“Sure,” Diane said dismissively as she flopped back on the bed, her eyes squinted shut and her forehead knit as though she were trying to reason through a difficult problem in her head. “Well, I’m having the most realistic dream I’ve ever had before. I hope that neither of you mind if I’m going to try to change the content of the dream a bit.”

Both Heather and I laughed at the intense concentration that was written on Diane’s face. It was anyone’s guess what she was trying to do, but nobody could fault her for lack of effort.

“Diane, I don’t think that’s going to work for you. Listen, buddy. I just made the cabin for Heather. Why don’t you tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen for you?” I offered.

“Fine,” said Diana in a frustrated tone as she opened her eyes. “If this is going to be the most realistic dream I’ve ever had, then I would like for this to be a dream with some sex in it. I haven’t gotten laid in ages, and ever since I made out with you last night I’ve been hornier than a dog in heat! If I can’t fuck you in real life, then you had best fuck the living shit out of me here in this dream so that I can at least have something to think about the next chance I get to masturbate.”

So much for not visualizing sex and wishing for it. But I took some relief from the fact that the ladies seemed interested in sex even outside of this reality, and Diana brought up the topic here.

“You know,” Heather offered thoughtfully, “I’ve been thinking just about the same thing.”

“But the only guy here is your cousin! Don’t you think that you’ll feel kind of weird when you wake up if you let yourself dream about sex with him? Run on and leave the two of us alone,” Diana pleaded.

“I’m in love with him, and he feels the same way about me Doesn’t it make sense? You know how much John and I have always meant to each other. And in regards to feeling weird after dreaming about sex with each other, John and I have had sex dreams before where we didn’t just have sex, he actually got me pregnant, at least in this reality. And when we woke up, not only did we not feel weird about it, it actually led to John and I making out in real life this morning. And I just about got him to do it with me while we were awake.”

Diana looked at us both with wide eyes. “Dude, you were making out with your own cousin?” she said in shock.

There was no sense in hiding what had happened from my best friend. And if Heather and I were in love, it was only a matter of time before we had to tell everyone. “Yes, Diana. That’s what our little walk was about. She’s right. We were making out.”

Diana grinned at us. “Now I know I’m dreaming.” She squirmed on the bed as she contemplated the notion. “You know, that’s actually kind of hot!” she said with a wicked, wide-eyed, excited smile.

“I’m in love with him, Diana,” Heather repeated quietly. “Whether we’re cousins or not, I’m in love with him.”

Diane was silent for a long moment. “You know that I’m in love with him too, right?”

Heather didn’t answer.

“Since this is all just a dream anyway, can we share him?” asked Diana pleadingly. The moment seemed filled with quiet tension.

“Ladies, don’t I get a say in this?” I asked.

“NO!” they replied suddenly in laughing unison as they rolled over, pinning me to the bed from either side. It was as though my question had magically dispelled the tension in the air.

“You and I are going to finish what we started last night!” Diana whispered hotly into my ear as she kissed the right side of my face and climbed on top of me, grinding the crotch of her blue jeans against my hard cock through my pants. “I’m on the pill, so there’s nothing to worry about, and we’ve both waited way too long for this!”

I saw Heather stand up and fold her thick glasses, placing them on the rustic wooden table. I watched, mesmerized, as she pulled her pink sweater and white t-shirt over her head to reveal the soft flesh of her pale torso. She was beautiful in a rubensque, curvy manner that unmistakably marked her as a woman among women. She smirked at Diane with a cocky grin. “You’re not going to finish what you started with him last night as long as you’ve got your pants on!” Heather said cheekily as she unzipped her blue jeans and slid them off of her smooth, shapely legs. Wearing only her socks, bra, and panties, she climbed back onto the bed and kissed me hotly, her sweet wet tongue in my mouth. This wasn’t a mere kiss between cousins. This was a kiss between two people that had loved each other for a lifetime and were taking that pure, beautiful love that they already had to a sublime next level. “Besides, Diane, I’ve literally known him since we were babies together, and so I’ve waited a lot longer for this than you have. And I’m NOT on the pill, and I’m probably already pregnant with his child, at least in this little alternate reality we’re in!”

I felt more than saw Diane stand up, and heard the sounds of clothing being shed. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled, and felt Diane pull my pants off. “Fine, Heather. You fuck him first. I’ll watch him fuck his cousin before he fucks me. But after you’re done with him, it’s my turn.”

Heather and I broke our kiss just long enough for me to shed my shirt. I was immediately aware of the warm softness of her feminine belly pressing against my abdomen, and the cool, smooth texture of her satin bra pressing against my chest. Reaching behind Heather, I unfastened her bra with one hand. With the other, I reached down, feeling the supple curves of her ample buttocks through her soft cotton panties as she gasped into my mouth. I pulled her bra off, freeing her soft breasts. She sighed, a musical, high-pitched “Oh!” as I rolled her over and sucked one of her pink nipples into my mouth as my rock-hard cock ground against the crotch of her panties.

Heather rolled over, pulling me on top of her. Our mouths moved together, kissing with intense heat and passion, as my hand moved across the warm softness of her breasts, down the soft skin of her adorably chubby belly, down under the waist of her panties, and into the treasure that rested between her legs. She moaned into my mouth as I felt the moist lips of her vagina part to accept my touch to her most intimate region. Everything about my cousin’s pussy was delicious heat, wetness, and sweetness. Everything about her body was delightful warmth and softness. Our mouths were moving intently together as she ground her slippery pussy against my hand.

Suddenly, Heather and I were startled to feel her panties jerked down her legs. “If you’re going to finger your cousin in front of me, you should at least let me see it!” Diane whispered hotly as she pulled the soft cotton panties off of Heather, revealing the heart-shaped nest of curly dark-blonde hair that surrounded her genitals. “You know, I’ve always known that you and Heather were close, but somehow if you were fucking a cousin I would have expected it to be Sarah. Heather just seems too sweet and quiet to do something like that.”

“I had sex with Sarah last night,” I said with a grin in between kisses with Heather as my fingers moved inside of my cousin’s slick pussy.

“So, John, how did your best friend end up being the only one around that wasn’t getting some hard dick? Do you have any idea how horny I’ve been lately?” Diane asked with mock-annoyance.

I looked over at Diane. My beautiful best friend stood near the bed, completely nude. Her curvy, shapely body was a perfect combination of soft femininity and sturdy athleticism, and she was exquisitely beautiful. Her flawless white skin was delicately enhanced with beautiful, artistically executed tattoos that complemented her natural beauty. She smiled at me as she tossed Heather’s panties into a corner. “Like what you see, John?” She said in a boldly husky voice. She ran her hand down to the dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair that framed the moist slit between her legs. “Good. Because our days of being just friends are over. Today, you’re going to find out everything you’ve always wanted to know about your best friend’s pussy. How does that make you feel?”

I couldn’t answer, and I doubted that Diane really wanted or needed me to. The kisses between Heather and I were feverish, our hands frantically taking in every square inch of our lover’s body. It took every bit of my self control not to remove the fingers that my sweet cousin had welcomed into her body, and replace them with my rock-hard cock. “Let me kiss you between your legs, Heather.” I whispered breathlessly.

She nodded her assent, and soon I found myself between her wide feminine hips, my head between the supple flesh of her soft thighs as I eagerly lapped the honey from her moist slit. Her unruly pubic hair gently tickled my face, and I inhaled delightful lungfuls of Heather’s sweet musk. Her scent intoxicated me with arousal as I buried my face in the wet deliciousness of her nether region. She had been so wet that her pubic hair had cool beads of moisture that I felt against my nose and lips as I licked and sucked at her heavenly pussy. I delighted in the delicate aroma of my own cousin’s most intimate parts as I held her tender petals open, sometimes running my tongue up and down the insides of her moist pink slit, sometimes driving my tongue as deep as I could inside of her birth canal. Her sultry gasps and moans rewarded my efforts, urging me to please my oldest and dearest companion however I could. I carefully lubricated a finger with her sweet fluids, and reached inside of her, exulting in the feeling of the ridged texture of her inner body. I curled my finger upward inside of her, feeling a slightly rough patch of flesh on the top of her vaginal wall, and applied gently pressure downwards towards her pubic bone as I carefully licked and sucked at her vaginal opening and clitoris. Reaching around with my other hand, I gently traced a finger around the bottom of her clitoris, lightly massaging her perineum.

A thousand memories from the life that we had shared since birth flashed through my mind, reminding me of how much I had shared with Heather over the years and how much I loved her. My tongue traced delicate circles under the hood of her erect clitoris, lightly flicking her glistening pink nub while my fingers worked on her, inside and out. Her gasps were becoming increasingly frantic. “Oh my God!” she yelled as I went for broke and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, massaging it in a circular motion with the rough top of my tongue. “Ok!” She gasped as she came hard, her body wracked by convulsions and her hand tapping my shoulder as though she couldn’t take any more.

There is something so beautiful that it’s almost magical about the vaginal fluids of a fertile woman. Her natural nectar becomes thicker, richer. It is delightfully slick, like clear melted butter, but with the delicate muskiness of fine wine. It is rich with her natural pheromones, which can melt the hearts and resolve of even the strongest men. A scent that whispers of something safe, natural, nurturing, beautiful, and supremely desirable. As Heather’s fluids bathed my tongue and her scent filled my lungs, I had never before felt such love and infatuation for any woman, or such need to claim her and be claimed by her.

As I gave my cousin’s sensitive clit a break, I felt a hand wrap around my cock, and then I was shocked by a delicious, hot wetness that I felt engulf my manhood. Looking down, I saw that Diana was lying on her back with her head between my legs, sucking my hard cock deep into her throat. Her legs were spread and I could tell that her free hand was working frantically to please her sopping pussy. Diane’s eyes were closed as her mouth moved over my rigid cock.

“Are you ready to go again?” I asked Heather as best as I could as Diane expertly sucked my engorged manhood. Heather nodded, and again I buried my face between her legs. I was sexually excited beyond what I had once believed was humanly possible, and based upon the amount of sweet nectar that greeted me between my cousin’s legs I wasn’t the only one that was experiencing unusual levels of arousal.

I ate her pussy like a man that had been dying of thirst drinking the clear, sweet water of a desert oasis, delicately tracing my tongue over and around the hood of her clitoris. I lapped and sucked between her legs, drinking her precious life-giving nectar, and delighting in the warm slickness of her sweet vagina, the tickle of her pubic hair against my face, and the texture of her swollen labia against my tongue. Her musk drove me mad with unspeakable desire. I needed to mate with this beautiful woman that I loved so much and that I had been blessed to have as a cousin. As these thoughts burned in my mind, I felt my best friend’s mouth moving expertly along my manhood. My body was trembling, and I willed myself not to ejaculate deep into Diane’s throat as as I licked my cousin’s most intimate parts. I couldn’t cum. Not yet.

Reaching beneath Heather, I felt the smooth pink skin between her pussy and the delicately puckered rosebud of her anus. I continued to eat her pussy as I gently traced a finger along the accessible portion of her butt crack, ever so gently running a finger around the outside of her forbidden hole as she thrust her pussy up at me. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, cousin, I love you!” she shrieked. I felt her clenching my hand between the perfect softness of her glorious, milky-white butt-cheeks as she unleashed an unintelligible cry of ecstasy and came again in my mouth, blessing me with even more of her sweet fluid. I exulted in the taste of a woman that, if she was not already bearing my child in this world, would be doing so very soon.

I couldn’t wait any longer to make love to my cousin. I hated to wipe the fluids from my mouth because they had come from Heather, but I knew that she would appreciate my kisses more if I did. I wiped my own mouth with a blanket, and then pulled my cock from Diane’s mouth and positioned myself between Heather’s legs. She nodded at me eagerly. My cock was soaked by Diane’s saliva, and Heather was wetter than any woman I had ever seen before. With one gentle push, I was sheathed entirely in the slick, moist depths of her warm, tight, unprotected pussy. We both let out a gasp of relief as we received what our bodies so desperately craved.

“That’s it, John!” Diana said with wild, excited eyes as she turned to watch Heather and I, my best friend’s fingers working frantically between her legs. “Fuck your cousin! Fuck your own cousin without any protection and cum inside of her!”

The cabin was filled with the wet sounds of frantic copulation between my cousin and I. Heather and I mated, our mouths meeting together wetly in deep, passionate kisses, the soft plumpness of her ample belly making slapping sounds as my abdomen met it again and again. I felt the slick tightness of her vaginal walls clench possessively around my manhood even as I claimed her insides with deep thrusts. At that moment, Heather and I belonged to one another completely. “Oh, cousin!” Heather cried out. “Oh, cousin, I love you so much! Please, cum inside of me! I want you to make certain that I’m pregnant! Plant your love deep within me until my belly swells with our child! Oh, please, make me a mother! Oh, pleeeease… aaaaah!” She never finished the sentence. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt the slick walls of her drenched birth canal clench hard around my cock. Heather cried aloud as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Her fingers tightened across my back and her soft legs clenched with all of her strength to pull me as deep into her trembling core as I could get. I could feel the tip of my hard penis pressed against her cervix, and knew that I was feeling her anatomical holy of holies, the most intimate part of her most intimate parts. Here was the entrance to her womb, the opening into the sacred chamber where the child that we would create together would grow. The slit at the head of my cock was sealed tightly against the natural portal that led from my cousin’s vagina, through her cervix, and deep into her womb. If she wasn’t already pregnant, just beyond that womb my sperm would find a ripe egg traveling down her fallopian tubes, and my cousin and I would be bonded together eternally as parents. As my beloved cousin’s screams of inarticulate pleasure resounded within the cabin, I felt a hand lovingly and gently caress my testicles from behind.

“Cum inside of Heather, John. Make sure you’ve gotten your own cousin pregnant! God, I can’t believe I get to watch this!” Diane whispered hotly as fingers that were slick with her own glistening moisture worked frantically between her shapely legs.

I felt like I was experiencing the creation of the universe. I felt my entire existence compressed into a singularity; all that existed was the act of fertilizing my beloved cousin’s precious womb. And then that singularity exploded. “I love you, Heather! Yes, please let me be the father of your child! Please, cousin, have my baby!” I cried out as I felt the contractions begin within my own body, and I groaned with unspeakable pleasure as an ecstatic electricity filled my brain and washed over my entire body. Spurt after powerful liquid spurt erupted from my body deep into the fertile core of my cousin’s drenched insides. I could almost feel her womb drinking my semen, sucking every drop that I could provide for the sacred purpose of creating life within her. Our orgasm seemed to last for ages, an all-consuming, mind-blowing experience that would be impossible to describe to anyone but the two of us who shared it.

Afterwords, I lay there, still sheathed deep inside of my cousin’s hot, slick birth canal, and still rock-hard. My penis was still occasionally pulsing as my cousin and I continued to share our life-giving gifts with one another. “I love you, Heather,” I whispered softly. Just a few weeks ago, I had known that Heather was the dearest human being in the world to me, but I had never taken even a moment to contemplate what it would be like to have her as a lover. Now that I knew what it was like to completely give my heart to someone that I trusted and loved completely, I couldn’t imagine ever not having Heather as both my cousin and my lover. Perhaps even some day my wife and the mother of my children in the real world as well, no matter what anyone said about it.

“I love you, too.” Heather whispered dreamily. She smiled beatifically as she lay beneath me, her pretty round face bathed in post-orgasmic bliss. “God, I feel so… I feel so complete! John, this is just so perfect!” she said as she kissed me. “But for now, you’ve got someone else waiting on you.”

“You’re sure you don’t mind?” I asked Heather with some surprise. I didn’t expect to have the energy to even move after an orgasm like that, but I recovered more quickly than I ever would have thought possible. I suppose that being a minor deity in an alternate reality has its perks.

“I don’t mind!” Heather said. “She’s your best friend, and a deal’s a deal. I got to make love to you first, and now it’s her turn.”

I groaned painfully as I eased my sensitive cock from my cousin’s slippery tunnel, and couldn’t resist kissing Heather’s soft lips again as I saw our mixed fluids trickling gently out of the sacred folds at the center of her vulva. I considered the implications of those warm, slippery fluids flowing together so freely. Our mixed fluids seemed to symbolize our merged hearts, and I felt hesitant to give myself to anyone but my cousin.

So I told him. One day I thought why the hell not it’s not a bad secret you might as well tell him he’s your best friend and he will accept you for who you are. Wait, not who I am, what I’ve done. A few years back I flirted with this guy Jose. I’m not gay, I just like attention, but he was so he gave me it. One thing lead to another and I offered to blow him–if I’m going with a dude I might as well utilize the penis aspect! Jose was intrigued but it was my ass he wanted (Ive been told i have a nice one). I was almost considering letting this guy pop my anal cherry when he suddenly got weird and told me what we were doing was wrong. Now me and my best friend Michael are both straight. I’ve pretty much always struck out with girls but I do want one. He has always consistently had a girlfriend and always waves his sexual exploits in my face. He really likes me as a friend though and tonight we were sitting on my couch in my living room and he was asking me to tell him everything. He didn’t like his best friend keeping secrets from him.

“Come on Franky you gotta tell me everything” he emphasized the last word.

“I pretty much have Michael but there’s just one thing I could never tell you… It’d change the way you think of me.”

“What are you a republican or something?”

“Psh far from it!”

“What!? Tell me!”

“I dunno…” I knew it wouldn’t be bad but the words stuck in my mouth and I couldn’t speak.

He laughed “did you accidentally fuck a guy or something?”

“Uhm…. Not exactly?”

“Not exactly!?”

“I mean no I’ve never touched a guy or anything but…” I watched him very carefully. He had suddenly become very seriously and was waiting for me to finish my sentence. “Well once I almost did.”

“That’s awesome. How?” I didn’t see what was awesome about it but I was thankful for the positive response.

“I guess it sort of happened. We had a thing for a while I guess.”

“What guy?”


“Oh yeah he’s so gay.”

“Not according to him”

He was silent for a long time. It made me nervous.


“Sorry… Just you know, processing. Are you… Gay?”



“No. it was just a one time thing, see this is why I worried about telling you.”

“I believe you don’t worry. I’m just- who was the girl?”

“The girl?”

“Yeah I mean who was on the receiving end. The submissive?”

“Oh… Well I guess that was me” I was so ashamed. It was true I wanted nothing to do with a guy unless it was their cock entering me.

“Huh, I never saw that. Interesting. You’re such a manly guy except… I mean”

I knew what he meant. I was was one if the unfortunate males diagnosed with gynecomastia… Meaning I had tits. I always said once I reached eighteen I’d have them removed, but surgery is expensive and in truth I’d grown fond of them. They didn’t hang well in a t-shirt but when the clothes were off they were beautiful, and I’d dated girls with smaller tits. Squeezing them and rubbing them always added so much to my masturbating sessions I don’t know how I could part with them.

“You mean except for my breasts” I frowned.

“Yeah I mean no offense or anything it’s just… I’ve always noticed you had them and… Fuck”

“I know. I should get them removed. I can’t even take off my shirt in public”

“No! They’re beautiful. I mean they’re nice, I think you should keep them. I’ve always just sort of…”

“What?” I demanded. I was still shocked from him calling them beautiful.

“I always kinda wanted to feel them. But you always push me away when I try to mess with them.”

“I don’t like being teased”

“I never meant to tease you I just wanted to feel what they’re like. You’re so lucky having a set on you”

I scoffed, the last thing my tits made me was lucky. “Well if you like them so much you can have them.”


I laughed. “If I could give them to you sure but they’re stuck on.”

“Well can I feel them at least?”

“Sure I guess.” I didn’t see the harm in it if it made him happy. He reached a hand over and set it awkwardly on my chest, and then after a moment squeezed my breast through my shirt.

“Can I?” He asked and I wasn’t sure what it was but I nodded anyways. I had no objection to being touched by a friend. He ran his hands down my shirt and then entered and slid back up to my breasts. My tits resting in his palms as he squeezed. “Oh man” he said “those are awesome. Just like a girls! Except hairy.”

“Feel them as long as you’d like. Just don’t do this in front of people.” I lifted my shirt over my head since it was awkward and he showed no signs of boredom with the activity. He weighed each one in the palm of his hand.

After a while he asked “do you think you could turn? I could cop a better feel that way” he didn’t even sound like himself, this was getting a bit weird for me. It’s a strange position though getting your breasts massaged, saying no now wouldn’t exactly make much difference. I mean so what he wants a different angle? The guy likes boobies, there isn’t anything gay about it really I like mine too and I can tell you that is the best angle.

“Ok” I turned and he switched hand and moved his arms underneath mine. Now he was holding the lump beneath my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezing just a bit too hard ever so often.

“How’d you get these?”

“I dunno it’s hormonal I guess. I think we should stop.” I was extremely uncomfortable, not because he’d been touching me for so long but because it was starting to feel good and my dick was getting hard.

“Ok.” He immediately let go. I turned to him. “Sorry if that was weird” he said.

“No it was fine.” I admitted. “I like being touched, just how long do you need anyways?” I laughed and he did too but I knew from my experiences with girls that I could lick squeeze and suck those things for hours. Girls seemed to like that. I caught myself wondering what it would feel like to have Michael’s mouth on my nipples…

“Honestly I’d love to play with them again if you ever let me.”

“Okay sure. Ill think about it.” It really had been enjoyable.



“There’s another part of you I’ve always been interested in.”

I looked at him shocked. “Interested?”

“I mean… It’s your ass. It’s so round and tight. Kinda perfect really.

Oh my god was Michael gay!?

“The kind I always wanted to find on a girl but I can never find a girl with a nice ass like that.”

Okay phew, he’s not gay. I know he likes girls and besides he’s always been an ass man, I’m sure it’s just his thing.

“You want to touch that too!?” I was shocked.

“No! No… I mean wait are you offering?”

“No I am not.” Touching my ass was too far.

“Okay. I just wanted to see it. Out of your pants.” I thought about it. I suppose he has never seen my bare bottom.

“Isn’t that gay?”

“Aren’t you the one who almost slept with a guy?”

“No… I mean not really. Jose wanted to-”

“To what? Fuck your ass?”

“I mean yeah he was sorta into anal and all but I never-”

“Would you have?”

“I thought about it.” And my thought about it I mean I’d experimented. First by rimming with my fingers in the shower, then sticking one finger up…. Then a other. “But only for him.” For some reason I’d been willing to do anything for Jose. Sometimes he used to call me his bitch. I enjoyed that.

“But not me?”

“Well I mean. I’d always wanted it to be him. But I guess you can see it.” Already without a shirt, I pulled my socket shorts down and exposed my ass.

“That’s hot” he said strangely. I turned to face him. He was rubbing himself through his shorts. “Turn around he said.” I did as I was told. “Bend over I want a better look”

I knew this wasn’t the best place to view my ass but it bent over anyways. “Don’t try anything”

“I wont. So when you said you wanted it to be him, you meant You wanted him to take your virginity?”

“My anal virginity yeah. I’d still have my virginity with girls because I wouldn’t have entered anyone.” I could swear I hear his pants strap snap.

“Man your ass is perfect Franky. A little hairy but man.” I though I heard something tapping repetitively. What is he doing? I turned my head. His dick was out! And he was masturbating. He didn’t even notice me look he was so concentrated on my ass. His dick was six inches long, uncircumcised. Nothing amazing but still it was the first time I’d seen another guys penis hard. And stroking!

“Are you sure I can’t touch it?” He pleaded.

“Alright go ahead.” The tapping stopped. Immediately his hands were on my ass, each one massaging a cheek. It felt amazing, sometime he’d stretch them apart exposing my asshole I’m sure, and sometimes he’d push my cheeks together oh god I was enjoying this too much, this was not good. He started moving his hands up which was surprising, he was massaging my lower back, I was still on my knees bent over on the couch for him.

“So what did you offer to do to Jose?”

“I only told him I’d ooooh” he hit a great spot in my lower back kneeling it so my stomach was pushed to the couch mile my ass still stuck up in the air “I’d suck his cock for him.”

“I can’t imagine you sucking cock, what would you do?”

“I’d lick it I guess. Whatever he told me.”

“Whatever?” He was working his way up to my shoulders, and I felt his shirt brushing up against my ass.

“Yeah I mean ahh” right between my shoulder blades. “I was kind of his bitch”

“Bitch!? That’s awesome!”

I laughed “that’s what he said.” Suddenly he moved further up to my shoulders and as he did so his torso move with him and his shirt moved forward and was replaced with his six inch dick which slipped past my butt cheeks. He rubbed it on my crack back and forth. Precum I could feel dripping on my low back. His cock was still out!? I was surprised.


“You wanna be my bitch too?”

“No Michael stop.” He did.

“Come on man, you have such a fine ass.”

“I can’t. I always-” I’d always imagined Jose with his beautiful tan body. Entering me. Loving me. Not some friend who wanted to fuck, someone who really liked me. Regardless of gender. “Look… I can suck you off I guess if you like.”


“Yeah. I mean I’ve never done it before. Come here. I turned around and it just now registered that I had been fully naked for the whole charade. I can’t blame him for trying to fuck me I’m sending all the wrong signals.

I turned and looked at his cock. How was I going to do this? I had to put that thing in my mouth? “Uhm sit down.” He did.

Maybe he’d let me back out now. But looking at his eager face I knew he wouldn’t be happy. After all, shouldn’t I want my friend happy?

I got down on my knees and stuck my tongue out. I licked the underside if his dick from base to tip. Salty. I’d always been curious about this, I’d spent many a night jacking off the the thought of Jose’s tan member in my mouth, but now here was Michaels in front of me. I licked all around his cock. “Oh god ” he murmered I smiled up at him, glad someone was enjoying it. I swirled my tongue around the head and tickled the sensitive underside “fuck!” He groaned. I giggled. I like this. I wrapped my lips around the crown of his hard head and pulled back a little, and repeated the process licking his slit while my lips ran along his head sucking it towards me. I licked down his shaft again “lick my balls!” He exclaimed. I did. I was truly his bitch now.

Finally I put my whole mouth around his dick and tried to slide it in my mouth but I gagged and went back to licking. I tried several times but I always gagged. Fuck I thought. Maybe anal would be easier. “Close your eyes I said” if we were doing this, it would be my way.

I slowly lowered myself on his cock. He smiled when he felt my tight anus on his cock head still slimy from my saliva. I had to push myself down and still it barely entered. I relaxed and breathed and focused on opening up for him. Finally I slowly and painfully slided his cockhead in. Then I delicately sat until my balls were rested on his.

“Thank you Franky. Thank you.” No need to thank me. It felt amazing! Another human was inside of me! If never been so close to anyone in my life. Truly I love my best friend.

I straightened my leg and suddenly his cock slid out of me. It felt strange like going to the bathroom except a big void was left behind. I immediately sat back down, a bit too hastily, an it hurt.

I eventually found a rhythm moving up and down and his hands groped my tits as i bounced. my dick was so fucking hard! but I grew tired as much as I love the feeling and just sat there with his cock deep inside of me. He started thrusting but it was too awkward. I noticed my cock oozing Precum.

“Can we change position?” I asked. Sure he said. I got off and he grabbed my ass, but I had a different position I wanted. I lay on my back on the couch with my ass hanging off the edge. I speed my legs “fuck me like this” I asked.

He had to bend to his knees but I loved his eyes looking in mine as I felt his cock enter me again. I could tell he’d fucked before… I wonder if he could tell it was my first time. He held my legs as he drilled into me. “Do you want to fuck me after this he asked?”

“No” I moaned. “I’m waiting for the right girl.” At that he leaned over and kissed me. A romantic long wet kiss. If felt weird kissing a guy. Very awkward. His lips were shaped different. But he meant it and that’s what mattered. He loved me in that instant and he kept on kissing me as he jerked me off. The stimulation was too much. Look at me, living oh my wildest sexual fantasy which had always been about Jose with my best friend Michael and I still had yet to fuck a girl… At least I was getting a good lesson.

Between his hand-Michaels hand!- on my dick and his cock deep in my ass I couldn’t last. I came and came all over his hand and my belly. I felt my ads go tight around his cock and his dick spasm and he shot load after load in my ass. He stopped thrusting, pushed in deeper and collapsed on top of me his dick still in my ass. His mouth went first to my lips and then to my nipple.

“God. I love your tits”

“They’re yours” I told him. He smiled and kissed me.

And then the door opened. My parents were home! I heard my mom gasp. And that’s where they found us. Naked except for his shirt, kissing with his cock still inside of me.

Sophie was smart. One of those girls who was so smart she raised the IQ level of whatever classroom she was in. Once she raised her hand and started to analyze the reading in her clear, soft voice – sometimes letting out a small laugh at herself – all the guys began jumping over themselves to come up with smart things to say. Of course the guys were paying more attention to her looks than her brain. She had a certain way of dressing which was stylish and yet unpretentious. Soft fabrics, loosely draped and sometimes lightly patterned; below the belt, tight, practical jeans in dark colors. Her clothes did nothing to flaunt her figure but they couldn’t conceal it either. Her legs were slim and thighs smooth, ass small but perfectly rounded and firm. Her breasts, natural, and slightly large for her frame, made soft mounds in her loose shirts. Her hair was a dirty blonde, hanging below her shoulders and wavy. She pulled it back in a simple ponytail or let it drape onto one shoulder. Her face was pale and her eyes, dark brown, always seemed to have a slight smile. Her cheeks carried a light flush, and her lips parted slightly when she was lost in thought, which was how I often saw her.

The three of us were in our second year of college: me (Mark), Sophie, and Darien, my roommate. I hadn’t lucked out in the housing lottery and scored a single for myself, nor had I had the foresight to secure an apartment off campus. So I was stuck sharing again, but at least the room was decent. Larger than the typical narrow college-dorm setup, my bed was at a right angle across the room from Darien’s and there was plenty of space for our two desks, and the inevitable mess of clothing, textbooks, hard drives, and snacks that accumulated around the permanent fixtures of the hookah and the bong. Yes, we smoked in our room – religiously – and as long as Darien set aside a small supply of weed as tribute to our RA, no-one cared, and no-one was the wiser.

Sharing a room definitely put a crimp in my sex life. It was hard to be spontaneous and hook up with random chicks (which always felt like was happening all around us – whether it was or wasn’t) when I couldn’t even guarantee a private place to come back to. Still, we made do, and by the end of winter Darien had the luck, the looks, and the guts to ask out Sophie, and have her accept.

Darien was a music major, who could practice piano diligently for hours and get up to crazy hijinks in the same night. I was still torn at that point; was I going to major in history, political science, english? I was wandering, caught in my own head a lot. To Darien’s quiet confidence, fair hair, solid smile, you can contrast my black hair, the slouching gate, cynical attitude. I had a certain dark handsomeness, and I was capable of being charming, but only in bursts – if you ran into me in the halls or on the quads I was more likely to be frowning. I ended up a creative writing major, and I think that’s why it has fallen to me to tell our tale.

Darien and I liked to go to the midnight movies at the student film center: bizarre old noirs, blaxploitation films, Kurosawa flicks, you name it – they were all good, and they were even better high. We soaked up every experience we came across that year – with the confidence to get around campus and our city, and finally getting an idea of where we sat in the social stratum of the college, we were unstoppable. We found mind-blowing art and music, tripped on drugs I hadn’t even heard of before leaving my sleepy high school (Molly? Did they name the drug after a chick?), and explored the forgotten corners of the city. By the springtime Darien had brought his car to campus from home – so he could commute to an internship, he told his parents – but the real reason was so that we could soar around the city at all hours, windows down, drunk and high, blasting hip hop radio. It’s a miracle we never ran into trouble.

When Darien started dating Sophie she slid easily into our routine. She had a fierce curiosity, and while she came across as reserved and almost shy in her demeanor at first, it was impossible to embarrass her, and if anything she pushed our explorations and the crazy streaks in our behavior even farther. She took herself seriously, and by extension, took us seriously. It was easier to get into bars and clubs with her winning smile, and that was the year I fell in love with house music. By the time the school year was wrapping up, the friendship of the three of us had matured into a really tight bond. When Sophie and Darien wanted alone time, I would wander, and come back around 2 or 3 to crawl into bed with them sleeping soundly across the room. In the meantime I would go to the apartment of some friends of ours, go get laid myself if I was lucky, or borrow Darien’s car and just cruise up and down the shoreline.

Did I forget to mention the beach? As the weather got warmer, the beach quickly became our favorite spot. We would go late at night when no one was around, smoke a joint and drink a few beers, look at the city skyline on the curving shore, and plunge into the water to give ourselves a cold, exhilarating wake up call; emerging, all of our skins would tingle as if slapped. Feeling fresh, one of us would declare to mutual agreement that it was time to light the next joint. Sometimes I would bring a girl, too, other times some of our other friends would join us, but even when it was just me, him, and Sophie, it was never awkward. Thinking back, I suppose these nights at the beach were the first time I saw Sophie’s body. Perhaps I’d had a glimpse in the hazy predawn, her getting dressed across the room, turned away – but at the beach we would all strip to our underwear, and emerge soaked to lie that way in the sand. She wore practical bras, modest panties; it was dark; I was too busy soaking in the night to really lust after her on these nights.

Eventually something did change in our friendship, in such a subtle and unexpected way that I don’t think I noticed at first. Darien had declared that it was his summer goal to go out on a boat. Like, a yacht. Now, obviously none of us had a boat, nor did we want to spend money to book a boat tour or fishing boat – besides, the commercial experience wasn’t what he was looking for, Darien explained. We quickly realized that none of us knew anyone with boats; that nobody we knew knew anyone with a boat; or that if they did, they weren’t about to tell. So we hatched a bold plan.

It was a gorgeous day in the middle of May. We had finished classes and it was still several days before we had final exams. The chances of us studying were practically nil. We gathered, geared up, and made sure we had plenty of supplies. I was hauling a bag of ice in my backpack. Sophie had gotten a handle of fancy rum from the local liquor store – they made most of their money selling to college students anyway. Darien had weed and rolling papers. In our minds, these were the essentials for a trip on a boat. We drove down to a marina, a place we’d passed many times on the coast road that was well stocked with fancy yachts and their fancy owners. We wandered down the dock, sweet-talking our way past the light security, and set up our little stake out.

The traffic was brisk, as it was one of the warmest, breeziest days of early summer and folks were itching to get out on their boats. But we were waiting for the right people to approach. It had to be young people, obviously. And not too buttoned up. We waited until the right gang came walking down the dock. It was five people, two men and three women, who appeared to be in their early twenties. The men had grizzly partial beards, were wearing sandals and brightly colored bathing suits. One had on a Chuck Klosterman t-shirt. The women wore loose t-shirts, beach shirts, under which were obviously bikinis. As they were coming into view, Darien gave Sophie a nudge in her ribs and she entered her routine. Pressing her phone to her ear, she cursed out the imaginary person at the end of the line.

“What do you mean you can’t make it?”

“Well – we’re out here already! What are we supposed to do?… It’s your boat, we can’t just take it for a go. Do either of you guys even know how to sail?” We shook our heads – it was true, we didn’t.

“Come on, blow it off, just come down here! It’s a beautiful day, we’ll have fun. We’re sitting on the dock just waiting for you. Oh, god, you are so predictable. You owe me one, Dave!”

She spat the name Dave with such virulence that it was all Darien and I could do not to crack up. For the next several days, whenever we intended to express irritation we would end our sentence with a fierce Dave!

The ploy worked. The guy in the Chuck Klosterman shirt overheard. He wouldn’t have said anything, had Darien not made an offhand comment in his direction. Something along the lines of, “Have a good time guys, maybe we’ll see you out on the water some other day.”

Of course (I’ll just call him Chuck) Chuck had to stop and hear the story. We kept the fiction as simple as possible, not pretending to be anyone other than ourselves. The only thing we invented was Dave, our supposed stupendously wealthy friend who was supposed to take us out on his yacht and had ditched us to go golfing with his uncle. We struck it off immediately with these guys, and combined with the bribe of rum (they had only brought two six-packs! Amateur hour) they agreed to take us out on their boat.

That was an incredible day, and there was something incredibly sexy about it too. The boat belonged to Chuck – he was a 25 year old investment banker and apparently rolling in money. His friend Dylan was an old buddy from his firm, and it turned out the women were almost as much strangers to them as we were. One of them, Lauren, had met Dylan at a club where Dylan and Chuck had bottle service, and had brought two of her friends along with her for this boating trip because she was nervous about being alone with the two men. We made a merry band. We drank like – well, like sailors. We got along fabulously, intoxicated as much by the sun and breeze as the rum and weed. Because of course, we got high. Bonkers high.

But that was also the day I began to see Sophie in a different light. The whole atmosphere was sexually charged, from the skimpy bikinis of the women added with the thrill of our boldness, the excitement of the intimacy we were plunging into with these strangers, and the general intoxication. An undirected, heady sense of lust squeezed at my chest. Everyone was feeling it to some degree or another, and teasing abounded. Dylan was well muscled and tanned, while Chuck was slightly lankier like me or Darien. All three of the women were gorgeous, Lauren breathtakingly thin and blonde, with bright blue eyes, small breasts and an impossibly perky ass. She was from rural pennsylvania and was red blooded; she told us about the two shotguns she kept at home, for god’s sake; but we forgave her because she was just so damn cute.

Rachel and Drea were brunettes. Rachel, with breasts almost too large for her bikini, was shameless about propping them up between her forearms, jiggling them slightly with the motion of the boat. Drea had a shock of short dark hair, and perfectly bronze skin. Her bare neck looked ripe to be suckled and her bikini, strapless, was by far the most stylish. She gravitated towards Chuck which left Rachel to mercilessly tease me throughout the day. Dylan and Lauren escaped belowdecks for a reckless and uninhibited fuck after she’d sat on his lap for the better part of an hour. Perhaps Chuck and Drea hooked up eventually too but I never saw Rachel again – she was older, classier, and honestly not my type.

It only added to the sexual charge on the boat hearing the muffled sounds of Lauren being ravaged by the athletic Dylan. And Sophie and Darien were feeling it. Modest earlier in the day, Sophie had slowly undressed to match the other women, wearing a dark bikini that I had never seen before, the top tied loosely around her neck. It did little to conceal the shape of her pale, ample breasts, round, with just a slight buoyancy. At some point Darien had rubbed her down with a tanning oil that the girls had passed around, both embarrassed by and relishing the pure sexuality of the action. I hadn’t been able to tear my eyes away (though I did get the satisfaction of doing the same for Rachel). Now her skin gleamed slightly with the oil’s sheen, catching the light in its breathtaking whiteness and it was impossible to look away.

Naturally shy about her body, it took Sophie much of the day to open up, but she was not immune to the effects of the booze and weed. First her posture slackened and she allowed her legs to open wider. Later she leaned her head against Darien’s chest, which squeezed her left breast up against his side. He put an arm around her and rested it on the outside of her ass. Their eyes were both half closed, Rachel and Drea were cracking up as they wound their way through some office story, and it left me free to feast my eyes on my roommate and his girlfriend.

Sophie had that dreamy, lost-in-thought look, tempered by a quiet smile. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Soon Darien began stroking up and down the outside of her leg, lightly gripping her ass, and in response, she snuggled closer to him. Her breasts were pushed together, her cleavage seeming ready to burst out of her bikini. Then he gently moved his hand over to the inside of her leg, continuing to gently caress her, his hand straying as far as the edge of her bikini bottoms as she widened her legs slightly to give him access. Her breathing was accelerating, making her breasts rise and fall and allowing me to hear the faint intakes of air from my position across the boat.

For a moment I saw the potential for the afternoon to turn into a full blown orgy, and I was shocked at myself. I didn’t want to fuck Sophie, did I? I didn’t even want to watch Darien fucking her, that was their private business and their friendship right then was the most important thing to me in the world. Yet I was aroused, my head spinning with arousal actually, and I didn’t know what to do. This blatantly sensual image was the last thing I had expected from my music major roommate and his brilliant, slightly shy girlfriend. But then again it was an incredible day. At last to my relief, Sophie sort of poked Darien in the stomach and he withdrew his hand to rest comfortably on her hip. She snuggled closer to him and whispered something in his ear and that was that. It was soon time for another round of drinks, and they were roused, laughing again with the group.

A beautiful evening slowly darkened the horizon and after we had drank, and laughed, drank some more, and even danced, we finally finished the rum and Chuck guided the boat back to port. We exchanged mutual assurances that we should do this again sometime. We even swore up and down we would take them out on Dave’s boat sometime. Darien took Chuck’s number and visa versa and as far as I know, they never talked to each other again. I took a drive that night to clear my head – yes, I should interject here to stress that driving drunk as much as I did in college is probably not wise – and let Darien and Sophie have some privacy. I couldn’t shake the image of Sophie in her bikini from my head. There were only a few days left in the semester but I found myself determined – aching, actually – to get laid. So even as I continued hanging out with Darien over the following days, I found excuses to make my way to random parties, looking for girls I knew and trying to meet new people.

These efforts culminated on a Thursday night, the night that turned out to be so memorable for all of us. The next day, Friday, we were moving out of the dorm. I had sensed Sophie feeling a twinge of emotion as the semester wound down, not liking the prospect of having to separate from Darien, even though they would be able to see each other over the summer. It felt like the end of an era in a way, and I think it felt especially like that for them. So that Thursday night, they went out to have a special evening, just the two of them. They dressed up and went to a fancy restaurant downtown, had a delicious dinner, and then went to a nearby club where they danced their hearts out before sneaking off to the roof to smoke a joint and watch the city lights blinking out. They were infatuated, heads swimming and the night just slipped by. I learned all this later.

I on the other hand went to a house party that migrated to a frat party, that migrated to another house party well off campus, at a place where I’d never been. I was smoking cigarette after cigarette on the fire escape, something I don’t normally do, with all my senses reeling. Slightly drunk, I felt like the experiences I had had all year were washing over me all at once, filling me with an intense sense of gratitude for the incredible friendships I’d had, but also a sharp disappointment that I had no love story, no girl to pull close to me as I was going to sleep that night.

I shook these feelings off, though I still felt them tingling in my spine, as I turned on the charm and tried to get laid. I spotted a girl off by herself struggling with a lighter, and I smoothly raised mine to her lips. Soon we were laughing and I was finding myself attracted to her. She was severely bony, wearing a cropped t-shirt that left bare a stretch of her midriff, and jeans that hung so low on her waist that I could see the bones of her pelvis peeking above the washed out blue waistline. Soon I had tucked a finger through one of her belt loops and pulled her towards me, sucking her lips, grabbing her ass and mashing her pelvis against my leg.

She led me to the bathroom where I was ready to drop my pants and fuck her up against the sink – instead she pulled out a thin pouch from her back pocket, laid out two lines of cocaine, and handed me a dollar bill. I had never tried coke before. I mean, there was plenty of it going around, but it had never been offered to me so directly. I did a line and so did she, and we made out some more; soon I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a finger down to press against her pussy. She responded with loud but somehow mechanical moans. I was feeling the effects of the cocaine, my blood racing, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. But it was then that she decided to vomit.

The toilet was right there, thankfully, and she had good aim. There was no mess, and she soon had freshened up, looking like nothing had happened. But the moment was over, the coke running through my blood was making me restless and the small bathroom felt hot, and cramped, with a faint, unpleasant new smell. I excused myself and I suppose she found someone else to fuck that night.

I made my way back to the dorm; it was around two in the morning so I felt sure I wouldn’t be interrupting Darien and Sophie. Still I lingered outside and smoked the rest of my cigarettes, just drinking in the night air, feeling feelings.

When I tiptoed into my dorm room, I was surprised to find there was no-one there. I thought maybe Sophie’s roommate had already moved out, and so the two of them had gone to her room. But Darien hadn’t mentioned anything about that. I stretched out and tried to fall asleep. I had a hard-on but didn’t feel like masturbating. I kept seeing the slightly hollow eyes of the coked-out girl from the party, and hearing her unenthusiastic moaning. I didn’t fall asleep until three or maybe four in the morning, and even then I didn’t sleep deeply.

I heard them the moment they came to the door, listening to Darien fumble with the handle then quietly ease the door shut behind him; hearing their whispers. I snuck open one eye and I could tell it was almost morning, maybe 5 o’clock – a predawn light was filling the room and turning everything into a sort of greyish pink. It was a fantastic light and one I rarely see, not being much of a morning person. But at that moment, I was not watching the light. I was watching Darien and Sophie.


Accidental discovery leads to blowjob heaven

Quirky little tale, which I had a difficult time categorizing. Basically a blowjob harem story. There’s a wife involved, and her sister, somewhat. Not enough to categorize as incest, and more than just a loving wife tale. I went with group sex, since there are several partners.

This is an entry in the EARTH DAY STORY CONTEST 2013. Quite long, it would normally be at least two, maybe three chapters, but the contests only accept standalone stories. Hope you enjoy it.


I exited the greenhouse, my latest treasures cradled in my hands. The hybrids were doing nicely, thank you very much, and it was time for me to test the results.

It only took a few moments for me to ensure that Brooke wasn’t around. She was exceedingly tolerant of my hobby, allowing me both the time and finances to indulge it. There are not a lot of wives out there who would let their husbands build three separate greenhouses on the back of their property, and spend a couple of hours each day lost in them.

Of course, I made sure she got some benefits out of them. Fresh herbs, exotic vegetables, bouquets, orchids. My Grandma called it a green-thumb; if it grew out of the ground, it would flourish for me.

The one thing my wife would not tolerate was the risks I sometimes took. Like I was about to. I made a paste of the smaller berries, removed the skin of the larger ones, and combined them in the mortar. I selected my treasure, Lymania Brookiana a unique subspecies of the Lymania Bromiliads I had discovered on my botanical safari in Brazil’s Amazon. In exchange for a week spent at Ipanema and touring Rio, I was encouraged to disappear into the selva with my guides, searching out new and interesting plants.

One of my guides, an ancient by any measure, had been excited by the discovery of the unusual Lymania, with distinctive deep blue flowers. He’d pinched a couple off, and handed one to me, then popped the other in his mouth, gesturing for me to do the same.

I did, which is exactly why my wife would kill me, if she ever joined me on one of my annual excursions into the interior. I chewed the flower, almost flavorless, observing my native mentor. He was grinning, then reached into his backpack, searching for a while, before coming out with a small shaker. He shook it over his hand, releasing a few small white granules, and passed me the device. I glanced over at the translator who grinned. “Salt,” he said. “Taste.”

Curious, I shook out a little and licked my hand. “Nothing,” I told him. It was totally tasteless.

His grin was enormous, when he took the shaker, and upended it over his mouth. He shook his head quickly, wincing. “Salt.”

Passing me the plastic container, I used more, licking it up. Nothing but a hint of a subtle sweet flavor. The ancient laughed, waving the flower.

Could it be possible? A new flower, with properties similar to Thaumatococcus, or Synsepalum dulcificum, except instead of changing sour to sweet, it turned salty to nothing? It should be possible, something like Amiloride, blocking the salt taste-bud receptors.

I was exceedingly familiar with Thaumatococcus and Synsepalum dulcificum, two very different plants, both named Miracle Fruit although the Synsepalum was more recognizable by the name. They were one of my primary fields of study.

This was new. At least I believed so. There were several of the plants growing in the area we were in, and investigation found one with several pups ready for harvesting. I carefully removed them, and placed them in my care carrier, protecting the fragile roots and moistening them. I took an abundance of pictures, and logged the GPS location. I spent a moment marveling at nature, and it’s infinite variety and miracles.

A year later, in my greenhouse, I had seven flowering plants. Seven. I’d named them after my incredible wife, of course, although nobody knew that yet. Shortly, these plants would pup again, and I’d have a sustainable colony.

For now, I held several of the small flowers in my hand, and it was time to verify the plant’s properties. I tasted a bit of sea salt to give myself a baseline. Yep, very salty. Rinsed my mouth, gave it a minute, then chewed a flower. Tested again.

Not salty. Hint of sweetness, maybe, almost invisible.

I was so excited that I was almost shaking. A botanist’s dream.

I placed a few of the flowers into the mortar, and ground it into the miracle-fruit paste with the pestle. Dipping my finger into it, I sucked it clean. Very sweet, too sweet.

I cut a lemon in half, salted it heavily and bit into it. Damn! I could have been eating a nectarine! Took another bite, and laughed out loud. I was going to be famous. Well, not Einstein famous, but I’d get my own little footnote in horticultural history. Sure, there were already almost 3200 Bromiliaceae identified, the pineapple and spanish moss the most famous, but still!

It was a night for celebration. My wife should be back from her evening Yoga class any moment. I cleared the dining room table, and brought one of my precious plants in as a centerpiece, misting it carefully, and placing it to be as visually pleasing as possible.

A few seconds with my paste and some food coloring, and I had a ‘pâté’ cracker for an appetizer. Our best china was set out, with a half lemon, half grapefruit, steamed brussel sprouts, sardines, a pretzel stick, 90% Dark chocolate and of course individual salt cellars. Three glasses were set out, one contained a strong Cabernet Sauvignon, another tonic water, the third cider vinegar.

I tasted things several times myself, to make sure the taste conversion was still happening, and to determine the duration of the effect. I knew the Thaumatococcus effect could last for hours, and my first try with the Brookiana had endured all afternoon.

At my desk, I pulled out the little placard I’d made on the printer, listing family, genus and species, with the dedication to my patient partner. I placed the draft of my scientific publication with it. I had photos of Olaf Bromelius, and Lyman Bradford Smith, accompanying the photo of my wife on Ipanema beach.

I was trembling in anticipation. Seven years of education, six more of research, and I had hit the jackpot. Sure, new plants are discovered all the time, but with rare, useful, even unique applications? That was something very, very different.

Brooke entered the house, chatting on her phone, tossing her gym bag to the side of the entrance. Her hair was still moist from her shower. I practically ran her over in my excitement.

She laughed, that beautiful joyous laugh of hers. “Gotta go Deb, Nathan’s here, practically bouncing off the walls. Something’s got him wired. Love ya.”

She accepted my embrace, returning it. “What’s got you in such a glorious mood?” she teased.



“Then have I got a surprise for you!”

I sat her at the head of the table, in my usual seat. The plates were covered with our best cloth napkins, a temporary wall surrounding the centerpiece.

She was chuckling, enjoying the surprise. “What gives?”

I removed the cardboard from the center of the table. “Ta-da!”

She gave me a patient smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s you!”

She looked at me quizzically. “Me?”

“Lymania Brookiana,” I told her excitedly. “A new species!”

She looked surprised, and excited. “You named it after me?”

“Of course! It’s the most amazing thing. You’re not going to believe this.” I uncovered the tiny plate at her side, exposing the ‘pâté’.

“Eat! Eat!” I encouraged her, removing the covering from my own serving, and popping the cracker in my mouth.

She picked it up, smelling it. “What is it?”

“A surprise. The most wonderful surprise in the world. It’s you.”


“Eat! Please!”

She indulged, me as she usually did. “A little too sweet I think,” she said afterward.

I felt like a kid with his first bicycle. “Have a drink,” I told her, the three glasses uncovered the whole while.

She reached for the tallest, the vinegar, the grin I was wearing was in danger of splitting my face.

She looked at me oddly, then took a sip. “Apple juice?”

I giggled, reached over and removed the cover from her plate. “Taste! Everything!”

She looked stunned. “What kind of meal is this?”

“Please, Brooke. Trust me, it’s the greatest meal ever. Eat!”

I uncovered mine, and took a bite out of the grapefruit, a sip of the tonic water, and popped an entire brussel sprout in my mouth. It was like Halloween. Candy everywhere.

She hesitantly dug into the grapefruit, and took a bite. “Not bad? What kind is it?”

“Secret,” I giggled. “Go ahead.”

She picked up the brussel sprout, not one of her favorites, and took a bite. A shocked looked appeared on her face. She finished it, then lifted the lemon, biting into it.

“What…what’s going on, Nate?”

“Isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s all wrong…”

“Sugary? Sweet?”


“It’s you, baby. The magic of Brooke. Take anything sour, bitter, salty, and turn it into a sweet joy.”

“How?” she asked, taking her time to taste each of the items.

Lymania Brookiana,” I explained, “With some Thaumatococcus and Synsepalum dulcificum.”

“English please, Dr. Greene.”

“Miracle fruit and Brookiana flower.” I jumped up, and gave her a hug. “It’s amazing. Blocks the salty taste buds, and converts the bitter and sour buds reactions to sweet.”

“You… you discovered this?”

“Not the Miracle Fruit, just the Brookiana. We discovered it. In Brazil last year.”

She bit the pretzel, then nibbled the dark chocolate. I saw her close her eyes and savor the treat.

She stood, and walked over to me, her toned body driving me crazy. She sat in my lap. “You are the most amazing man. You did this, all the years of research, and time slogging through jungles and swamps, countless hours in your greenhouses, and you named it after me?” Her eyes were tearing up.

“Of course, baby! Without you there would be none of this. I’d be nothing. Just another professor, in a mediocre college, bored to death. You’re my Brookiana. You make my entire life a miracle.”

She reached out for her wine glass, and passed me mine. “To the most wonderful man in the world.”

“I can’t drink to that,” I told her. “Let’s drink to you, and to your plant. The Brookiana. Rosette the color of your luscious lips. The flowers as blue as your eyes, as soft as your skin, as miraculous as your love.”

“I’ll drink to my man, my husband, and the love of my life, or not at all,” she said firmly.

We clinked, and drank to each other, our eyes locked.

She was as beautiful as the day I met her. Natural, no artifices. Glistening long dark hair, worn free. Mesmerizing blue eyes which shifted colors with her mood. Heart shaped face, dazzling smile as big as the sky, button nose as cute as a three day old puppy. And she was mine.

“You’re staring,” she teased.

“I… I still don’t know how you’re here with me. How I could ever deserve you,” I confessed.

She shook her head, smiling. “Still? After all these years? You don’t understand?”

“You’re brilliant, beautiful, charming. You light up a room with your presence. You could have anybody.”

“You’re right,” she grinned. “Anybody. So why wouldn’t I choose the best?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips convinced me once more, I was blessed and fortunate beyond my wildest imagination.

Her actions, moving in my lap, wearing those crazy tight yoga pants, made my blood boil. Her stretch top only enhanced the glory of her breasts, exaggerating the narrowness of her waist. She was feminine beauty incarnate.

She grinned. “I think somebody likes me.” The wiggle of her butt in my lap was driving me crazy.

Her eyes gazed into mine, and I saw the love and lust both, giving me goosebumps and setting my heart racing. She stood, and took the arms of my chair and twisted it so I was seated sideways. She dropped to her knees, and started unbuckling my belt, aggressively, anxiously. In seconds my pants and boxers were around my ankles.

She grabbed my shaft in her hands, and looked up at me. “Do you have any idea how much your desire excites me? And the thought that you would dedicate your life’s work to me? My own plant?”

I shook my head as she started making love to my cock.

It was almost as big a surprise as my discovery. We had a great love-life, but oral sex was rarely performed, and only for a few minutes in preparation of the real loving. I didn’t need it now, I was already hard, but she was kissing, rubbing, and licking my shaft like it was the most important thing in the world. Each time she’d look up at me with those dazzling eyes, my heart would skip a beat.

She stopped, pulled my hips out to the edge of the chair, so my shaft was sticking out more than it was up, and placed her lips over the head. She looked up at me, big blue orbs capturing mine, merciless, as her mouth slowly engulfed my swollen rod.

All the way to the back of her mouth, holding it there, pushing, before drawing back again, her tongue encircling the head before releasing me.


“Shh,” she whispered, smiling at me. “Let me adore you for a while. I know you love this. After your incredible gift, I’m ashamed I don’t do it more often.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wouldn’t be that long. Not the way I was feeling.

She devoured me again, teasingly slow, before moving faster, her mouth traveling the length of my shaft, driving me to unheard of feelings of pleasure.

I brushed her hair back from her face, the idea of missing even a moment of the visual banquet unimaginable.

Her hand stroked me, caressed, fondling and holding my balls, encircling my shaft, a sensuous counterpoint to her demanding, loving mouth.

“Brooke…” I moaned, the impending finish both desperately needed, and hated for ending the moment.

She extended her arm, palm forward. Talk to the hand.

My legs were trembling, toes digging into the rug. My hands clenched the arms of the chair hard enough to hear the wood whimper. I fought it, fought the release, clinging to the last moments of the glorious sensation, stiffening, clenching my ass cheeks, tightening my PC. Just a little longer, not yet. Not…

“Oh, God, Baby!” I groaned, my entire body stiffening under her precious gift, moments from release.

I reached down to push her head away, and she slapped at my arm, eyes proclaiming her love, her need for me in that moment.

Only once before had I finished in her mouth, and that time an accident. She hadn’t been furious, but she was clear that she didn’t enjoy it, and preferred if it didn’t happen. No demands, no threats, just a simple request, which of course I acceded to.

“BROOKE!” I cried out, a jolt traveling from the base of my spine, through my tightening balls, and up my trembling shaft. I erupted in her mouth, gasping, hunching over her head, thrusting into her mouth repeatedly, until the agonizingly wonderful pleasure spasms ceased.

Her eyes were open wide, in surprise, her cheeks hollowed, as I felt her swallowing. Swallowing. Taking my essence into her body, completely, without restraint.

She pulled away gasping, and clambered up my body like an Amazonian capuchin. She placed her mouth over mine, her slippery tongue piercing my lips.

I was shocked by her action.

She pulled away. “Did you see? It’s… it’s what you said, a miracle.”

She kissed me again, her tongue delving deep into my mouth, exploring, leaving no corner untouched. I recognized it then, the subtle taste, familiar, but not. She pulled her face away, staring into my eyes. “Tell me.”

I was trying to place it. “Custard?”

She shook her head, grinning. “Crème brûlée! Light caramel, powdered sugar. Exactly like the one on our cruise. Thick, creamy…”

“My cum?”

She laughed. “You’re wonderful, magical seed.” She jumped up and took me by the hand, pulling me out of my chair, almost falling over with my feet tangled in my pants.

“Come to bed, marvelous man. Claim your woman, take me, love me, and leave your wonderful dessert between my lips.” She was tugging my hand, almost skipping, so achingly desirable

Her eager mouth brought me to life again, and I made love to her, with all my soul, a perfect union. I closed my eyes, yielding to my senses, each short thrust into her body a voyage of delight.

“Say its name,” she whispered.

“Lymania Brookiana.”

“For me.”

“For you. Everything I do is for you.”

Her eyes teared up. “God, I don’t deserve you. Why are you so good to me?”

I stopped mid-stroke. “Don’t deserve me? Are you insane?”

“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered, thrusting against me, “Please, Nate!”

I started moving again, “I’m the lucky one,” I told her.

“No baby. No you’re not. I’m selfish. Not much of a housekeeper, can’t cook worth a damn. Wicked temper. I spend far too much of my time with my friends. I know so little of what you do. I never really cared to learn. How selfish is that? It’s your life, and I never made an effort.”

I sunk my cock into her, deeply, holding still, feeling her body react.

“We are perfect together. Yin Yang, you are everything I’m not, and we complete each other, don’t you see?” I kissed her lips, slowly piercing her again.

“You’re outgoing, I’m an introvert. You’re considerate, I’m forgetful. I’d have no friends without you, no status in the University without my perfect wife fighting for me, making the connections, pushing where I wouldn’t. You don’t need to know the minutiae of my research, yet you encourage me, allow me the time and resources to follow it up. Never once have you complained, no matter the cost.”

“It’s your money, baby. From your position, from your grants, from your family. I bring in nothing,” she said softly.

“It’s our money. Ours. And you understand and give me a freedom few women would. You spend time with your friends, and with your activities, but it costs us nothing. We still have our time together. Wonderful vacations and weekend outings, long quiet evenings, so much. Don’t ever say you don’t deserve me!”

I don’t know where the anger came from, but I’d lost the moment, softening, no longer making love to my wife, just leaning over her, growling.

She climbed out from under me, and crawled into my arms. I held her, ashamed at my outburst.

“I…I forget how much you love me,” she whispered. “It’s scary. Hard to feel worthy, sometimes. A little stifling.”

She squeezed me tightly. “It… It’s so much. Too much. Naming your discovery after me. Immortalized, and for what? For being an affectionate and patient companion?”

I pulled away from her, disturbed. What had happened to my incredible, confident wife? Where were these words and thoughts coming from? “You know that’s not right. You are so much more. The love of my life, my reason for being.”

She sighed, laying back on the bed, her exquisite body stretched out on display. “You don’t understand. You can’t.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”

She patted the bed next to her and I reclined beside her. “Hold me, Nathan?”

I pulled her into my arms. She rarely said my full name, and when she did, it usually preceded something important.

She leaned her head against me. “We were equals. You loved me, I loved you. You were a handsome man, intelligent, maybe brilliant. You had a good job, and an interesting hobby. You’re liked by our friends, maybe not adored, but well-liked.”

She caught her breath. “I’m a good wife. Not hard to look at. I keep myself in shape. I’m affectionate to my man, and I always try to remember to place him first in my life. I support what you do, without reserve, and enjoy the fruits of your labors. In exchange, I do what I want, buy what I need. Drive a fabulous car. I’m spoiled rotten.” She gave me a little smile. “Not complaining, you know. I felt I deserved it, I guess.”

She shivered. “But now… now you’re so much more. You see that, don’t you? You’ll be famous. Be offered better positions, more important ones. Government grants. Our friends won’t think of you as the professor. You’ll be the famous Dr. Greene. I can’t help but think of the applications of your find. It has to be invaluable. It will change you, change us. I’ll be Mrs. Greene, not Brooke. Trophy wife. I’m… I’m no longer your equal.”

“Crazy. You’re talking crazy. Nothing will change. Nothing between us, and our friends. I’ll get published, sure, but it’s far from the first time. Maybe some grants to explore the benefits, applications and side-effects of our discovery, but I’ve had grants before. You are the same Brooke you’ve always been, and I’m the same Nate. You’ve always been more than I deserved. Maybe, finally, I’ll be worthy of you.”

I saw the tears in her eyes. “Poor deluded man. You’ve always been so much more. Why can’t you see it?”

“I see perfectly well. You are my soul-mate, in every way I can imagine. It’s horribly clichéd, but you complete me. You know that.”

“Do you honestly think so? Honestly?”

“Absolutely. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

She leaned into me, her lips meeting mine tenderly. “Make love to me Nate. Make it perfect, like only you can.”

I did. Slowly and intimately. Felt her surrender totally. As she had since that first time, so many years ago. Tutoring me in the ways of love, dragging me out of my shell, kicking and screaming.

Afterward I held her, feeling her warmth, our connection.

“Do you like making love to me?” she asked softly.

“More craziness,” I teased. “It’s amazing.”

“I… we don’t do much. Do you want more? I can be whatever you need, you know. More often, different things. Do you have fantasies, things you’d like to try?”

I pulled her slender body close. Brushed my lips across her. “You’re my fantasy come true. Sure, I’d like to make love a little more often, but what we have is wonderful. What you did, with your mouth? Unbelievable. How about you? What do you want?”

“I want to make you happy. Be the woman you deserve.” She grinned. “If you can get me some more of that magic stuff, I’ll be blowing you a lot more.” She blushed. “I never really liked to do that. The taste, it… it made me nauseous. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why?”

“I should have put up with it. I know you liked it.”

“Never! Why do something you don’t enjoy, something so one-sided, when there’s so much we can do together?”

She grinned. “I know something I want to do together, right now.” She gave me a firm push backward, and in moments she was straddling my head, her mouth engulfing my soft cock, initializing the mysterious metamorphosis from flesh to stone.

Interesting. The fruit concoction didn’t change much about the way she tasted. Maybe just a little, like one of those fruit laced waters, a hint of sweet.

It was a playful war, to see who could distract the other to the point of uselessness. The feel of her mouth on me was too new, too powerful, and I found myself failing her, head resting on the bed, moaning my pleasure. She wiggled her hips now and then as a reminder, and I’d resume battle, knowing damn well I was outgunned.

I whimpered as the end approached, and her efforts sped up, demanding, until I surrendered, filling her mouth again.

She sighed, rolling off me. “Different that time. Good but different.”

“The effect of the Synsepalum berries wears off quickest. That may be what’s happening,” I explained after giving it a little thought.

She grinned. “Still, pretty fan-fucking-tastic.” She rolled over onto me, her face hovering over mine. “We’re going to be doing that a lot more often. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” I squeaked.

She laughed at me, her mouth covering mine, my hands wandering over her incredible body. I knew our play time wasn’t over yet.

* * *

Each day I’d mix up a new batch. I was careful with how much I denuded the flowers, but there must have been 20 to 30 little florettes on each of several stems, so I wouldn’t be running out any time soon.

After the second batch, and a scientific taste test with my shorts around my ankles, I was scolded. “Very different. Still sweet, but without the nuances. What did you change?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing. Maybe the quantities of each.”

“How much of each?” she demanded.

“I don’t know, a few berries, a couple of flowers, some scrapings.”

She pouted. “You’ve got to do better than that, Nate. I want the first one back. You’re the damn scientist, how about a little precision, repeatability.”

Suitable chastened, for the next few days I was very careful with how much of each ingredient I used, and Brooke performed at least two taste analyses each night. We’d make love in between, and I was as happy as I’d ever been.

The sixth day she grinned at me, after I provided her sample. “That’s it. Real close at least. What was different from yesterday?”

“Two more small berries, and one of the larger.”

“A little less of one of them, and we’ll compare again tomorrow.”

That statement left me a little disappointed. I figured that meant we were done for the night.

She looked at me and giggled. “Poor boy. You look like someone just stole your favorite toy. No way we’re done tonight. Not after getting this close. You up for two more?”

“I figure I will be, if you want.”

“I want. I definitely want.”

* * *

“Nope, that wasn’t it,” she said, wiping her chin. It had been a big load. “Berries or fruit?”

“One less berry.”

“Add it back, and reduce the amount of the fruit tomorrow.”

* * *

While playing among my babies, I decided to make a little something for myself. I wasn’t 18 anymore, and the action I was getting was more than on my honeymoon.

A little research had me searching through my garden. From the Amazonian selection, I carefully removed some bark from a Muira Puama bush, peeling off the stringy soft under-bark. From the opposite end of the Amazon, in the highlands of Peru, the black Maca-maca root, boiled and mashed, provided a base paste.

The East Asian section provided a few leaves of Epimedium. Now if I just had some Pausinystalia yohimbe bark and a Ginkgo Biloba tree. Some Turnera diffusa leaves wouldn’t hurt. The last one I could get my hands on pretty easily. I put a reminder in my iPad to pick up a few from Saul.

That evening, after I went over my changes with Brooke and discussed the availability of new Brookiana flowers from one of the plants about to bloom, we had a quiet intimate dinner. She still had the plant in the middle of the table, and wouldn’t let me have it back.

“Why the pictures?” she asked.

“Namesakes. Olaf is credited with the discovery of the Bromiliad Family, Lyman with the Lymanis Genus. Brooke will forever be known as the discoverer of the Brookiana species.”

“But I didn’t!”

“We did.”

“I wasn’t even there. I was getting a tan on the beach!”

“Damn nice one. Pretty small bikini line. Tiny. Trying to make me jealous?”

“If I stayed by the pool, I might not have had any tan-line at all,” she teased. “The lotion boys would have liked that.”

My home-made natural Viagra was not the tastiest concoction ever made, but the rapid resurgence of my erection, was deeply appreciated. It was the first night that Brooke assured me I had the components correct in what she referred to as our Miracle Mess. I’d mixed it with a little strawberry marmalade to take a bit of the sweetness out, and to provide a more palatable and visibly appealing carrier.

She told me she was going to suck me dry, and was astounded when she found herself working on my fifth erection of the night, almost as hard and firm as the first.

“You’re sure feeling manly tonight. Five?”

I laughed and confessed to making my own creation. I saw her face turn red, her temper rising. “You know I don’t like you experimenting on yourself.”

“All tried and true solutions, none with less than a thousand years worth of history. You think I’d chance losing what we have going?”

She seemed to calm. “You’re sure about this stuff you’re making?”

“Of the ingredients? Pretty much. Quantities and dosage, that’s another question. I might have overdone it a little. I swear I could go all night.”

She rolled over onto her back, beckoning. “My jaw’s getting tired. How about you do a little of the work, Don Juan. Just remember where to make the deposit.”

It was after 3:00 am when I was done with her. Brooke’s body was a glowing, glistening mess, thoroughly used. She even assented to the final deposit between her luscious legs.

She had the sweetest little smile on her face, as she lay there, exhausted. “Damn. Hope you kept good notes on that concoction. Half doses in the future, but we may want to go the full route when we have a whole day to play.”

* * *

With our mixtures isolated and measured, we toned things back a little after that. Skipped two nights, and most evenings I was back to two deposits. When she was feeling playful, she’d leave me a little message. “Dose up.” The half dose seemed a little light, and we ended up with a little more than 70% of the first attempt before we agreed we had it right. That was typically good for four turns, a fifth if she was willing to put in the effort.

Her words the first night were haunting me. About my discovery changing us. I rewrote my paper, limiting it to the plant itself, and leaving out what I’d discovered about the unique properties of its flower. I could always release that later. I submitted it for peer review, had a few colleagues over to show them what I had. Sent some clippings off for analysis. Within a few weeks of my revelation to her, I had submitted it for publication.

* * *

Thursday’s were my late days. I had a 4:00 pm lecture, that usually got me home a little after 6:00.

When I got home, I found Brooke in the kitchen with her sister Allison. Allie was a lot like Brooke, with lighter hair, and about two inches shorter. Three years younger than Brooke’s 29.

My wife greeted me with a hug and kiss, and I got similar treatment from her sister, if a little less intimate. Not much, I have to admit. “Dose up,” Brooke told me softly. “And double the Miracle Mess.”

I looked at her in surprise.

“She doesn’t believe me. Doesn’t think it’s possible.”


“We’re going to prove her wrong. Trust me, we’re not getting carried away, Ok?” She gave me another kiss as reassurance, then gave me a nudge toward the backdoor.

Before I hit the greenhouse, I dressed down, getting comfortable, and started my preparations. We made our mixtures fresh each day, not knowing how it would keep. Something else we’d have to experiment with.

I thought about that, and decided that there was no time like the present, so I made a quadruple dose of the Miracle Mess, and a similar amount of what she jokingly called, my Phoenix Cream.

By the time I was finished, the girls were setting the table.

“That’s the plant?” Allison asked, looking it over.

Lymania Brookiana,” Brooke said proudly.

“And he discovered it?”

“Last year, when we went to Rio.”

Allison pouted. “Jesus, you two! Vacation in Rio, and get famous at the same time.”

“Not quite famous yet,” I said.

“You will be, if what she says is true.”

We were feasting on a simple steak dinner, small filets, twice baked potatoes, fresh green beans from my garden area. When we were done with the meal, Brook and her sister cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher, while I prepared the ‘treats’. I’d already taken mine, since I’d discovered it needed at least an hour or so to take effect.

Brooke filled the lazy-Susan with taste samples, similar to our time. I made toast points, each with about a teaspoon of the Miracle Mess.

Allison looked hers over. “This is it? Strawberry Jam?”

Brooke chuckled. “Try it.” She lead the way by downing hers.

My wife grabbed the lemon, and salted it heavily. “Here. Take a big bite.”

Allison shook her head. “No way. You’re crazy.”

Brooke went ahead and did it. “Mmmm, delicious.”

Rather than be subjected to sibling ridicule, Allison took the lemon and bit into it, as least as much as Brooke had done. The surprise on her face was gratifying. “Holy shit! You weren’t kidding. That’s so weird!”

After that the sisters sampled everything, laughing and joking around.

“Oh my God! The chocolate’s heavenly!” Allison purred.

“I know! 90% pure cocoa, smooth and sweet as a Hershey bar.”

I was getting a little nervous, wondering if the taste test was going to finish there. Especially after I’d been ordered to dose up. I’d taken a little extra just in case; pretty much the first night’s quantity.

When they were done playing, I saw Allison looking at me oddly. She looked over at her sister. “The rest is true, too?”

“Every word of it.”

“You swear?”

Brooke stood and took her sister by the hand. “Better than that, I’m going to show you.”

Allison pulled back. “N…No, Bee, I can’t. Mike would kill me.”

Brooke tugged her along. “You won’t. I will. You just get a taste.”

“That, that’s gross!” Allison said.

“Crème brûlée,” Brooke said, dragging her sister along. I followed in their wake.

In our bedroom, my wife pulled a chair over near the bed. “Sit. There. Don’t say anything.”

Allison sat down, and I could feel myself flushing, my cock already rising.

My experience with the opposite sex was limited, at best. Some early fumbling and then the exquisite joys of my wife, were the sum totals of my history. This was far outside my realm of knowledge.

Brooke turned me so my back was to the bed, a couple of feet from her sister. She opened my pants, and pulled them down. I was already tenting my boxers.

“Naughty boy. No stage-fright for you I guess.”

I was at a loss for words, when my boxers joined my pants on the floor. I glanced over at Allison who’s eyes were fixed on my crotch.

“Nice one, huh?” Brooke teased.

“Very,” Allison said softly.

My wife took hold of it, and looked up at me. “Don’t hold back, Ok? I don’t want to be here all night.”

“You did tell me to dose up,” I reminded her.

She chuckled. “Don’t want to be here all night for the first one.”

“Not much chance of that.”

She and her sister both remained fully clothed, while I was ordered to remove my shirt as well, leaving me naked. Damn awkward.

“It’s alright, baby,” Brooke said softly. “It’s for science.”

With that, her mouth captured me, and she went to work. The last few weeks had worked wonders for her abilities, and I was the lucky beneficiary. After a couple of minutes Allison was rubbing between her legs. “Damn, Bee!”

Brooke turned sideways a bit, looking over at her sister, and slowly drove up and down my cock. Fuck that was hot.

“Close,” I warned her.

She looked up at me, pretty eyes sparkling. She turned back to face her sister, and used her hand and mouth together to finish me.

“Brooke,” I gasped.

She only sped up.

I groaned loudly and exploded into her mouth. She sucked me gamely, swallowing quickly, then I watched her move her hand under her chin, and she dribbled my juices into her palm. Allison dropped to her knees beside her sister, took the palm between her hands, and lowered her lips, her eyes looking up at me. She licked her sister’s hand tentatively, and I saw the quick widening of her eyes. She licked it again, and again, until it was clean.

I was still hard as a rock when Brooke pulled her face away, her free hand stroking me casually.

“Well?” Brooke asked.

“You evil bitch. This is what you get to come home to?”

“I told you,” Brooke laughed.

“Not crème brûlée. More like a… a soft-serve vanilla custard.”


Allison nodded, her eyes watching her sister’s hand. “He’s ready for another?”

Brooke nodded. “Four or five if we want.”

“Or six,” I told her.

“You didn’t!”

I nodded shamefully.

She laughed, and Allison looked perplexed. “What?”

“Nature boy has another little concoction of his own. Phoenix cream. It’ll raise the dead over and over again.”

“You’re kidding.”

Brooke shook her head. “Not in the least. Fucking more miracle stuff. The first time he almost killed me.” She turned and licked my shaft. “Need to leave, sis? Or want to stick around for another taste.”

Allison checked the clock. “I’ve got time. How long?”

Brooke looked up at me. “This one, maybe 10 minutes. We should probably get on the bed. By the third one, my knees are killing me.” She gave me a quick suck, and a push. “Go on,” she said.

I laid back on the bed, putting a couple of pillows behind my head. Usually, after the first one, we’d make love, saving the finish most of the time. I didn’t think that was going to happen.

Brooke stripped down to her panties. “Don’t want to embarrass you,” she told Allison.

Allison laughed. “Oh, really? I can see Nate naked, watch you suck his cock like a pro, and even taste his cum, but you’re worried about panties?”

Brooked giggled and kicked them off. “Not if you’re not.” She climbed on the bed and patted the space beside her. “C’mon, don’t be shy. There’s not going to be any screwing going on.” She gave her sister a wink. “You can even get comfortable if you want.”

Allison chuckled, “Not as comfortable as you.”

Brooke shrugged scooting around me, before grabbing my hard cock. “Whatever you’re fine with, I am.”

“How about me?” I reminded her.

“What? You’re going to complain?”

“It’s a little weird,” I confessed.

“God, Nate! I thought you’d be climbing the rafters in excitement.”

“I just don’t want things to be awkward between any of us.”

My wife sat up facing her sister. “You’re cool? We can stop any time you want. No weirdness.”

Allison nodded. “I’m good. I can draw the line.” She was down to her bra and panties, when she climbed toward me. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine softly. “I’m fine, are you?”

I grinned. “You’re a hell of a lot better than fine, Allison.”

I loved her smile, a mirror of her sisters. “I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you.” She kissed me again, intimate, but not passionate, a hint of tongue, without raping my mouth.

I heard Brooke laugh. “He liked that. It’s time. I’m going in.”

It was a hell of a view. My gorgeous wife making love to my cock, while her sister watched from mere inches away, her chin resting on my thigh.

“For someone who swore they’d never give another blowjob, you seem to be pretty good at it,” Allison said softly.

Brooke stroked me. “Practice. What do you think Nate? A dozen a week?”

“Maybe a little more. A lot more that first week.”

“No way!”

Brooke nodded, her warm mouth engulfing me. I felt I had to set the record straight. “Half the time we make love, and then she finishes me with her mouth.”

“After you’re in her?”

I nodded.

“Wow,” she whispered.

I didn’t last the 10 minutes. Not with the sexy sister and a new set of tits practically staring me in the face. Damn that bra. On top of that, Brooke wasn’t playing around. She was working it hard.

“That’s it,” I moaned.

Brooke started working the finish, driving me crazy. I was inching ever closer. She pulled her mouth off, pointing my cock up my body, and stroking me rapidly. “Give me a big one, Nate. Blow for me. Show her.

I held back a little longer, struggling against the inevitable, until I gasped, and shot my load, the first couple of ropes doing a respectable job, landing halfway up my chest.

“Jesus,” Allison whispered, as I continued, my cum pooling around my belly, filling my belly button.

“A lot, right? That dose thing seems to make him come tons. Didn’t start that way, but after about a week, Boom!”

I wasn’t even aware of that, always finishing inside Brooke’s mouth or her sweet pussy. I wondered if it was Ginkgo, Yohimbe or the Turnera diffusa. Perhaps it was the continued application. I’d have to look into that.

Brooke looked over at her sister. “Go ahead. What are you waiting for?” She closed her mouth over my cock head, sucking gently while her sister gave me a tongue bath.

“Amazing, hug?” Brooke said a few moments later.

“Incredible. Literally. I can’t believe it. I’d be as big a cum slut as you, if Mike was leaking ambrosia.”

Brooke joined her sister, and watching those two pretty faces and sexy tongues in such close proximity was driving me nuts. Allison grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I almost jerked away. Almost. Instead I gave her a gentle squeeze.

Brooke was paying attention. “Allie…”

“God, Bee. I’m so fucking worked up. Just a touch.”

“A touch. That’s all. You gonna tell Mike?”

Allison stopped and sat up. “Geez. What am I doing?” She looked down at my naked body, and semi-hard cock. The little show I’d been watching had been doing wonders.

“Shit, is he ready for another one?” Allison asked.

“You bet. My guess is at least three, probably four more.”

“No fucking way.”

“It’s a miracle, I told you. My husband is a fucking genius.” She giggled. “The Plant Whisperer. They tell him all their secrets.”

“Not gonna argue that. I just… it’s so hard to believe. All of it.”

“Still think I’m lying?” Brooke teased, her mouth moving down, licking my shaft, her hand playing with my balls.

“No. I’m sorry about that. It’s, well you know, impossible.”

“I know.”

Allison got off the bed. “You mind if I stay a little longer?”

I know I didn’t.

“Of course not,” Brooke replied, teasing me with her tongue.

“Let me call Mike. I’ll be right back.”

She got up, and left the room.

“Surprised?” Brooke asked.

“Knock me over with a feather.”

She giggled. “I wanted to know if it was the same for anyone else. That and she didn’t believe me. You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, baby. Not mad. Stunned maybe.”

She took me in her mouth, watching my reaction. By the time Allison returned I was raring to go.

“Everything cool?” Allison asked.

“I told him.”

You told him? Everything?

“Yeah. I’ll have some explaining to do, but, Jesus, Bee! This is like being there when they made the first phone call. It’s history.” She casually reached behind her and opened her bra, removing it while approaching the bed. Amazing.

“I know. And we were first. How fucking cool is that?” Brooke seemed to not even notice the change in clothing. Or lack thereof.

“Way cool, sis. You gonna blow him again?”

“Yeah, unless you wanna help.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No. No fucking, Ok?”

“Of course not. That would be cheating.”

Stupid me, couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “Blowjobs aren’t?”

Allison looked up at me blushing. “They would be, but I kind of said I might.”

“And Mike’s cool with that?”

“It’s science. History. I swear. I’d never do it otherwise.”

Brooke looked up at me. “Live with it, stud.”

“You’d be willing to do that?” I asked her, worried.

“I… I don’t know. It’s not like sex. It’s, you know, a once-in-a-lifetime event. We’re here for the first time.” She sat up. “I’d never cheat on you, I hope you know that. I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want me to. I swear.”

My cock had been wilting while I thought about her with someone else. Like Allison was considering doing.

“I… I don’t know if I could handle it,” I confessed.

Brooke grinned. “You’re never going to have to worry about it. We’re lucky. I’m the wife of the man who invented the miracle. How the hell is anyone else ever going to compare to that?”

“No shit,” Allison said, her hand joining her sister’s around my shaft. “Luckiest bitch in the world.”

Brooke smacked her playfully. “Stop calling me bitch, or no more treats for you.”

“C’mon, sis! I’m just teasing. You’re the best sister there is, letting me be second.”

“You gonna keep yappin’, or you gonna earn us another treat?”

I groaned as Allison held my cock and licked it from base to tip. “Jesus, Bee! You see how fast he got hard for me?”


Brooke climbed up the bed, and joined me, watching her sister blow me. “Nobody but you, baby. You asked me if I’d do it, in a hypothetical situation. Not friggin’ likely. You’re the miracle worker. I’m all yours, and nobody else’s. Forever and ever. Got it?”

I nodded.

“And you’re all mine, right? Not gonna let fame and fortune go to your head.”

“All yours, baby.”

She giggled. “Except for maybe the occasional friendly little sister blowjob. But only if I say so!”

“Fuck,” I groaned. Little sister was talented.

Brooke cuddled me, her head on my shoulder, watching. “I thought I’d be more jealous. I didn’t think it would go this far.”

“You’re not?”

“A little. Nothing to be worried about. She’s not going to steal you from me, is she?”

I moaned, as Allie changed things up a bit. “No. Not a chance.”

I was getting close, when Allison’s phone rang. Brooke jumped up and got it. “Mike,” she said.

Allison looked up at me, my cock buried in her mouth. She pulled off softly, and put her hand out for the phone. She got up, lifting it to her ear. “Hi baby,” she said, walking out of the room.

Brooke took her place, sucking me for a couple of minutes, until Alice returned. “It’s driving him crazy. You mind if he comes over? I’m not sure he believes it either.”

Brooke looked up at me. “You Ok?”

“Panties,” I said.

She blushed. “Of course. Maybe lingerie. That would be pretty hot, but not over the top.”

“Then it’s Ok with me.”

“Tell him yes,” Brooke said. Allison gave her sister a huge hug, and I got a quick kiss. “You guys are the best. We’re going to owe you big time.”

She grabbed the phone. “Yes. Now… I don’t know, is she asleep?…Ok, get my phone book and call Caitlin. If she’s not available, go down the list… Hurry…I love you too, so much you don’t even know.” She hung up and turned back to us.

“Can I finish this one? I’m not sure how I’ll feel doing it in front of Mike. I know I told him I might…”

“Go ahead. I think studly would like that,” Brooke said.

Allison took her place, and it took her a couple of minutes to get me close again. Her phone chirped, and Brooke got up, looking at it. “Mike. Brenda’s on her way. He’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

Allison looked up at me. “Can you finish before then?”

“Absolutely. You’re amazing.”

She grinned. “Text him, ‘Thanks, can’t wait.’”

Brooke cheated. While her sister did her best, my wife was whispering to me. “Do it, baby. Come in her mouth. Fill my rotten sister’s hot little mouth with your seed. Show her. Let her see what I get. All the time.”

She started nibbling my ear, her tongue teasing me. Allison looked up at me with her sister’s blue eyes, pleading.

“Soon,” I gasped. “Very soon.”

The teasing whispers continued. “Do it baby. For me. Let me watch you come between my baby sister’s naughty married lips. Watch her suck you dry. Make her get you hard again, so her husband can see.”

I groaned, and without warning lost it.

Allison took it gamely, purring sweetly as she drained me. She looked up at me and her sister, then closed her eyes slowly savoring me.

“Gentle,” I groaned, when she sucked a little too hard.

“He gets a little sensitive right afterward, once he’s done a few,” Brooke said.

Allison kept going, refusing to let me go, fighting to keep me hard. She did an admirable job, and I was stiff by the time she surrendered my cock.

She sat back on her heels, showing me her breasts. “Damn, I could do that forever. It’s so different, not worrying about whether he’s going to come or not, but anticipating it, wanting it. Earning that sweet treat.”

Brooke laughed. “What did I say?”

“I know, I know. You gonna keep rubbing it in?”

“No. Just this once. What did you think?”

“Died and gone to heaven. I’m fucking dripping. Mike is going to get so damn lucky. I’m going to leave him a blind, shriveled up shell.”

Brooke hopped off the bed. “Quick. Let’s get decent.”

I relaxed, watching for a bit, then got up and grabbed a beer. The taste was off, thanks to the treat. I thought about it, and made up two more small samples for the girls.

“We should have a good hour or more,” I explained, and put the crackers and Miracle Mess on the bed-stand. “But just in case, you can reload here.”

Allison giggled, looking at herself in the mirror, wearing my wife’s teal baby-doll. Brooke was wearing the red one. I saw they were both wearing the matching panties, but their tits were showcased nicely behind the transparent material.

“Presentable?” Brooke asked.


“You’re Ok with Mike seeing me like this?” she asked nervously.

“A little late for that, isn’t it? Besides, after what Allison did, I owe him that much.”

Allison twirled around, then jumped in my arms. “You owe him nothing. I owe him. You did us a favor. Don’t forget it.”

Weird logic but I wasn’t going to complain.

She dragged me down to the bed, tickling my tonsils. Brooke got up and smacked her on the butt. “Behave.”

Allison climbed across me. “It’s just a kiss. Hell, I just blew him, and I’m gonna do it again!”

Brooke hopped on the bed. “Don’t forget whose he is.”

“Like either of you would ever let me. No, he’s yours. And I’ve got Mike, and couldn’t ask for a better husband. Shit, he let me be here didn’t he?”

Brooke nodded. “We’re both pretty lucky, huh?”

Allison was kissing me again, while her sister teased my alter-ego, when the doorbell rang. The sister’s looked at each other, and tore off toward the door like banshees, laughing and pushing.

I decided the courteous thing to do would be to put on my boxers, and be a good host. The girls each had an arm, and he looked dazed, walking into the living room.

“Hey, Mike,” I said, giving him a handshake. He looked down at my tenting boxers. “That’s the fourth one,” Allison said.

“No shit?”

“Nope. Lots more where that came from,” his wife teased.

I popped into the kitchen, returning with a beer, and a surprise. I handed him both. “Eat that. It probably won’t kick in until you get home, but otherwise, she’s going to wear you out something fierce.”

He took it, looking at it oddly. “What is it?”

“Nature’s gift. Crappy tasting, but worth it.”

He shrugged, and ate it. “An hour?”

“About that.”

The girls laughed, and Allison jumped over and gave me a hug and quick kiss. “You’re the best, Nate. Thanks.”

I just grinned. We sat down in the living room, and I thought things were going to get weird, but Allison was bouncing off the walls. “It’s incredible, baby. Incredible. One little teaspoon of Miracle Mess, and cum tastes like pure candy.”

“Crème brûlée,” Brooke said.

“Vanilla custard soft serve,” Allison said. “I swore she was lying. I thought it was impossible. Boy, was I wrong!”

“You tasted it?”

“A lot. We had to make sure. I mean, nobody else has ever had this chance. It’s a fucking miracle. She’s gonna do him again, and I’m gonna help. You don’t mind, do you?”

He looked ill at ease. “Now, here?”

“Yeah. He’s ready.” She leaped in his lap. “We’re making history, honey. I was the second. The second ever! Do I have the best sister or what!”

Brooke was on her knees beside me, her hand stroking me through my boxers. “You gonna help us change the world, Mike? Make blowjob believers out of women everywhere?”

“It really changes it?”

Allison shook her head. “No. The cum is the same. I mean, well not exactly the same. There’s a lot more of it after you take a dose of Phoenix. But to us, it tastes different. You explain it, Nate. It’s sciency stuff.”

Sciency. Cute. “Three ingredients, one of which I only discovered a year ago. I think the most important one. It blocks the receptors on the taste buds. Lots of taste buds, you know, sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and umami. Sweet and umami are the only pleasant ones. This blocks the salt, and converts the sour and bitter to sweet.”

He looked confused. “So it changes the taste?”

“After they take it, for a couple of hours, the only things they can taste are the sweet and umami, which I guess is kind of like meaty or milky. Some say savory.”

Brooke was being evil, and she had pulled my cock out of my fly, and was nibbling on it. Mike looked stunned, watching her. Allison gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll do you next, honey. You’ll see.”

She walked over on her knees, and Brooke took me out of her mouth, aiming my cock toward her sister. Allison didn’t hesitate to take it in her mouth. Brooke leaned in and licked the base of my shaft.

I looked up and Mike was moving his chair for a better view. “That’s your fourth?” he asked.

I nodded. “I’m not sure I needed the extra help with these two.” I was glad to see there was no anger, disgust or any other negative feeling. What I saw was curiosity, and maybe a little excitement. I was able to relax a bit.

He shook his head in wonder. “When did you guys start?”

“About two hours ago,” I said. After getting the first three out of the way in a hurry, I was enjoying this one.

Brooke backed off. “Mike? Be a dear, and get the two snacks off the bed-stand in my bedroom, would you?”

He nodded, still looking dazed. He returned after a minute and walked over to the girls. Brooke took hers, and ate it. Allison looked up, her mouth full of cock, and put out her hand. Mike gave her the cracker, and she released me with a pop. “Thanks, baby. You’re the best. Why don’t you get comfortable? You’re getting your own treat in a minute. And I’m swallowing.”

Brooke reached out and placed her hand on his thigh. “A bottle of water? From the fridge. Please?”

He nodded, and when he got back the girls had switched off, with Brooke doing the sucking, her sister doing the base licking. My wife pulled away and accepted the water. While she was taking a long drink, Allison didn’t waste any time taking her place hoovering my cock.

I was beginning to feel really good. Not close yet, but on my way there.

Allison took the water bottle, and had a long drink. Around that time, Brooke decided that the boxers were overkill and she tugged them off of me. The girls giggled, foreheads bumping, mouths vying for the right to suck me. Lips pressing against my cock head, and against each other.

Mike groaned, and I saw he had stripped down to his shorts, and was stroking himself. Nope, didn’t look like he’d be a problem. Thank God. Girls were messing with fire.

Brooke won, and Allison leaned over, nipping her on the shoulder. “Meanie! You get it all the time.”

Brooke didn’t reply, just sucked me harder.

I watched Allison pop up and run over to her husband. “Don’t come. Don’t you dare come! That’s mine. We get to see if it’s different with a different man.”

The word ‘we’ struck me.

Allison gave her husband a big kiss, and swatted his hand away from his cock. “Patience,” she said. She skipped back to us, as cute as could be, and Brooke relinquished her position, allowing Allison free rein.

My wife hopped up on the couch next to me, nibbling my neck. “Baby?”

“Mmmhmm?” I replied nervously.

Her lips caressed my ear. “I’m not going to blow him, but can I have a taste? To see if it’s different?”

“How?” I asked, curious how she wanted to do that.

“From Allison, of course. I won’t even touch his thingy if you don’t want me to.”

“Do you want to?”

She shook her head. “No. Not really, but I want to taste it, if it’s Ok. I have to know.”

“Spell your sister,” I told her.

She gave me a quick kiss, then got back on the floor, giggling as she dislodged Allison.

“Greedy!” Allison whined.

I grabbed her arm. “Up here a sec, gorgeous.”

She grinned at me, and climbed on the couch, giving me a kiss. “What’s up, Dr. Handsome?”

“She wants a taste of your husband. Did you two already arrange this?”

She blushed, looking across the way. “Not from the source. I’ll hold it in my mouth, and give her some.”


She gave me a poke. “It’s not like, Nate! It’s an experiment. Science. We’re the first. The first to do it once, and the first to see if two men are different. Historic. You’re not going to deny her that, are you?”

Brooke had turned things up a notch, and I was finding it harder to maintain a conversation.

“No sucking?”

She shook her head. “Of course not. He’s only a, what do you call it? A subject. You’re the inventor. The baseline. Everything’s compared to you.”

“You’re Ok with that?” I said, moaning a little afterward.

She grinned. “Ok? Ecstatic. This is the coolest thing ever. Candy cum. And you did it. You made it all possible.”

She kissed me, big, curling my toes, even distracting me from Brooke’s efforts. When she was done, she nibbled my lips. “Gettin’ close?”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped.

“Can I finish you?”

“Share,” I managed to say. “Like with him.”

“Sure. That would be cool. Practice.” She kissed me again, then knelt at my side, whispering in my wife’s ear.

Brooke lifted off, giving me a momentary respite, before Allison took over, with a vengeance. My wife rose up, and gave me a quick kiss. “Thank you. I promise you won’t regret it. I promise.”

“You’re welcome. You know I love you, right?”

She grinned. “Do I ever! God, you’re so damn good to me.” Another quick kiss, and she was back helping her sister.

Less than 30 seconds later, I was ready. “Time,” I warned Allison.

She picked up the pace, stroking my cock, head bobbing up and down. With a groan, I felt the pressure peak, and I let go, firing into her hot little mouth.

When I finished, Allison carefully pulled off my messy cock. Brooke took a moment to clean me up, then she lifted her face to her sister, who was waiting patiently, mouth closed, naughty little smile blessing her features.

The girls leaned toward each other, and their mouths connected. Stayed that way. A long time. I heard a groan from across the room, but couldn’t spare the brain cells to think about it. I was in heaven. Both the sisters’ eyes were closed, and I couldn’t tear mine away. They finally pulled apart, grinning at each other, lips wet, mouths sealed. I saw Allison swallow first. “A lot.”

Brooke waited a few more seconds, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back. Swallowed deeply. “Yeah. Hard to believe it’s number four.”

Allison nodded. “The same?”

“Pretty much. Maybe a little stronger than the last one. You think?”

“No difference for me.”

“You gotta try what I did. Tilt back and let it coat the back of your tongue, it tastes different, stronger.”

“Better?” Allison asked.

“No. Maybe. Definitely different.”

I spoke up. “The back of the tongue, I think is where the bitter taste-buds are most prevalent. You should try the sides, where salt and sour are heaviest. The salt may not make a difference, since they’re blocked, the others are converted.”

“Oh,” Allison said. “That’s good to know. Anything else?”

“The soft palate on the top back. It has tasted buds too. I’m not sure if any one type are more evident there.”

“So the difference in the back, might be a different conversion, bitter to sweet, than the sides, sour to sweet?” Brook asked.

“I think so. I’m not an expert on taste-buds.”

Allison laughed, climbing up and giving me a quick kiss. “You’re our expert, buddy. Fuckin’ genius!”

Not much of a genius, I thought. Little ol’ brown man in Brazil was the real genius. I just put things together.

Allison got up, and started walking sexily across the room, then stopped cold. “Damn it, Mike!”

“Sorry,” he said.

“Crap. I thought I told you not to come! That was mine!”

“I tried, but then… you kissed her.”

“Oh, honey,” Allison said, kneeling before him. “It wasn’t really a kiss. Not like that. It was part of the experiment. Research. We had too.” She reached up and pulled his briefs down, exposing a messy, soft dick.

“Long kiss,” he said. “I… I could have lasted through a short one. I almost did.”

She grabbed his hips, and scooted him forward. “Brooke,” she called out.

My wife crawled over, looking back at me, wiggling her butt. I knew how I wanted to work off my next erection. I mean, I love a blowjob as much as the next guy. But sometimes a man has to have some pussy. Especially as sweet as hers.

Allison leaned down and started licking up the mess on Mike. He groaned, his eyes wandering back and forth between his wife and Brooke, who had taken up position leaning against his leg.

After a minute or so Allison sat up. I could see she had done an admirable job of cleaning up her husband, and he was starting to respond to her actions. Brooke leaned across his leg, and the two wives lips met again. Briefer, maybe only 20-30 seconds. They pulled apart.

“Different,” Allison said firmly.

“Completely,” Brooke confirmed.


My wife nodded. “Subtler. Not as sweet.”

Allison nodded in agreement. “Kind of like Angel food cake batter. Not as vanilla.”

Brooke took her time thinking about it. “I don’t know. Pancake batter?”

Allison shrugged. “You know it’s different for both of us. Still, a whole lot better than the real stuff.”

Brooke laughed. “Hell yeah. Might not be my dream dessert, but still, I could do that.”

I spoke up. “You know, honey. We customized the mix for what you wanted. It might be different for others.”

I saw her light up. “Yeah. I bet you’re right! It could be very good, but if we took the time and effort, maybe we could make it great for them. Could we do that?”

That wasn’t what I was thinking. “We have to be careful. Until we have the next plants, we have a limited supply. As far as we know, there’s a fixed amount in the world. I only saw maybe a dozen plants in Brazil. By next year, we’ll have more than has been known to exist.”

Mike and Allison were watching us in obvious interest.

“Please, honey. She’s my only sister. It’s a good experiment. To see if there’s more than one optimal mix.”

“It took us weeks, and we were only trying to get back to a combination we’d already hit on by accident.”

Allison seemed to have enough of the conversation. She ran over to me, climbing on my lap. “Please, Nate? We can be patient. It doesn’t have to be all at once. Make it perfect for me. Please?”

I looked from her across the way. “Mike?”

He nodded quickly. “Whatever she wants. I want to be her dream dessert. However we can help, you just let me know.”

“When we find it, you’ll share it with Brooke,” I said, already knowing there was no way I was going to deny my wife’s wishes, or her sister’s.

Allison threw her arms around my neck, kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Thankfully, she and her sister had somehow taken care of most of the evidence of Mike’s flavoring. I realized my own taste might not be converted anymore. I shuddered.

She clung to me, her lips against my ear. “You’re the best brother-in-law ever. Ever. I’m going to make sure you know it.”

I chuckled, hugging her back, then swatting her butt. “Go try your husband again.”

She sat up grinning. “You think it might be working by now? He’s usually one and done.”

“Allison!” Mike whined.

She blushed and went back to her husband. “It’s Nate, honey. He’s a scientist. He had to know that. Know how the Phoenix affects you. For the science. There’s nothing wrong with that. You know you rock my world.”

“Once,” he griped.

She laughed. “Not anymore! You’ll see. We’re going to owe him. Owe them both.”

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

“Maybe nothing. How often do I blow you?”

“Dunno, a few times a year.”



“How’d you like the real deal, all the way, swallow and everything, a couple of times a week.”

“Is that really what we’re talking about?” he asked.

“At least. He finds the perfect mix, and I may not be able to stop myself. Morning, noon and night.”


“Hell yeah! We can be like them. Suck you off. Get you hard. Pound the hell out of me, then give me another treat. Would you like that?”

“More than once a week?”

She laughed. “Baby, we might be talking more than once a day!”

He looked down at Brooke, who I was surprised to see was tugging on his dick, to little effect. “She’s serious?”

“Maybe exaggerating a little. The first couple of weeks it was crazy. We’ve toned it down a lot, no more than, what did we say, Nate? Maybe a dozen times a week?”

“A little more,” I told her.

Allison turned toward me. “You said it takes about an hour. It’s been almost 40 minutes.”

“It takes me about an hour. I don’t know how it’ll affect him. We’re all learning here.”

“Can we do you again while we’re waiting? New baseline.”

I blushed. “I want… uh…”

Brooke stood laughing. “I know what you want big guy. The real thing, right?”

I nodded.

She grabbed my hand, and helped me up. “We can still share the finish? Allison and me?”

“You want that?”

She nodded. “It’s for the science tonight, honey. Tomorrow, all the sweet pussy you want, finish where you want. But tonight…”

Allison stood beside me, grabbing my arm. “Science only. You don’t get to fuck me. Only Mike gets to. You know that.”

“Of course,” I told her.

“Good. I don’t want you to forget when you’re all worked up or something. Don’t you dare screw this up.”

“I won’t Allison. Don’t be silly. Hell, you’re hot as the hell-hole where I found the Brookiana, but I’m not a cheater. Don’t even think that. I’m… I’m offended that you’d think I might.”

She grabbed my arm tightly. “Don’t get angry, baby. Please. I just have to make sure. You understand, right sis? I can’t risk my marriage. This is science. Not lust or crazy sex, or any of that shit. It’s research. We can’t forget that.”

I put my arm around her waist. “Of course not. I promise, Ok? No fucking any of the subjects except my amazing wife.”

Allison teased. “Not even someone sharing most of the same DNA as her.” She paused. “Hmm, I wonder if that changes the results?”

I looked back and saw Mike watching. Oddly he seemed proud.

* * *

Mike sat in the chair, observing, while I saw to my wife. I made her keep the babydoll on, but I don’t imagine that hid much. Allison joined us in the bed, teasing, reaching in and touching us where we were joined. When the position was right, she did the same with her naughty mouth.

“Don’t come in her,” she warned every now and then.

“I won’t Allie, I told you.”

“Don’t forget.”

“Give it a break, baby. I’ll stop.”

Brooke was seriously worked up, coming for me a few times. On my fifth erection of the night, I knew this one was for the long haul. Fucked her pretty little brains out.

“Break,” she gasped, after a huge, screaming orgasm.

I pulled out of her, and Allison had my cock in her mouth within moments.

Brooke rose up on her elbows. “Thanks, Allie. That was a little intense.”

Mike had scooted his chair up right next to the bed. “Is this new too? Or was it always like that between you guys.”

Brooke straightened out the bottom of her outfit, covering up. A little late, but I appreciated the effort.

“It was always wonderful. Always. But like that? No, that’s new. Five in one night?” She turned to me. “Did we ever do five in a row?”

“Honeymoon. Indonesia,” I said, caressing Allison’s hair.

“No, that was five, no, six in a day. But spread over the whole day. Breaks in between.”

I nodded.

She turned back to Mike. “All new. No blowjobs, hardly ever. Certainly no swallowing. Yuck.”

“Brooke…” I said cautiously, not liking where that line of discussion was heading.

“C’mon, Nate. He should know. He’s part of it now.” She turned to Mike. “First time in my mouth, it almost made me sick. Swallowing’s definitely new. We sometimes had three tries in a night. I’d guess half the time, the last one never finished. Now four is common, all to completion, and if I had the stamina or time, we could go five, six easy.”

She turned to me, reaching out and brushing her sister’s hair back. “How’s she doing?”

“Excellent. Still a ways though.”

“Want to work me a while?”


She got on her hands and knees, facing Mike. Any idea of covering up her breasts were pretty much shot, the way her scoop neck top hung down. I eased Allison off my cock. She pulled away reluctantly.

“Don’t come in her.”

I chuckled, lifting her up and giving her a big kiss. “You were wonderful. If it wasn’t the fifth time…”

She giggled. “I know. What’s the sixth time like?”

Brooke laughed. “Only once. It was eternal, slow and easy, mostly on our sides. I loved it.”

I was behind her, and slid in easily. “You did? You didn’t say anything. I thought you were just letting me get off.”

“Silly. I loved it. Intimate, loving. The way you held me, couldn’t get enough of me.”

“You didn’t come much,” I reminded her, stroking steadily, looking down at that perfect ass.

“All comed out,” she chuckled. She stopped. “Hey Mike! That’s new.”

He grinned. “Yeah, steel pipe hard, too.”

Allison squealed joyfully, getting on the floor between his legs. “About time,” she teased. “How long’s it been like that?”

“Just a minute or so.”

“Horn-dog. It was seeing her tits, wasn’t it?”

He blushed. “A little of everything.”

Allison turned to us. “You still don’t get to come in her, Nate.”

“It’ll be a while, gorgeous. Ok?”

“Don’t forget.”

Her head disappeared into his lap, and he leaned back sighing.

Allie rose up. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Love it.”

“Good. Don’t ever forget why you’re getting it.”

“I won’t.”

“No crap, later, right? I don’t want you getting all weird on me.”

“You gonna keep sucking me?”

“Drain you dry, husband of mine.”

“Then you’ll never hear a complaint from me. Now suck,” he said, pushing her head down into his lap.

“Mike! Be gentle with her. She’s going to need time to get used to all this cock,” Brooke griped.

Allison lifted up. “Mind your own business, Bee! My man wants to fuck my face, he’s got it coming. You see how he is. Letting the science come first. He understands. Some men wouldn’t. Not like mine.” She rose up and kissed him on the lips. “Best fucking husband in the world.”

“With the best wife ever,” he said, holding her face in his hands. “God, I love you.”

She giggled. “You better. Cause there’s going to be a whole lotta loving going on, and it sure as shit better be all for me!”

She turned back to Brooke. “He ever gets it anywhere else, you guys are gonna cut him off, right? No Miracle Mess, no Phoenix.”

Brooke was starting her cute little grunts, that told me I was getting to her. “You’re… my… sister,” Brooke gasped.

Allison crossed the short distance, and kissed Brooke on the mouth. I felt my wife shudder with pleasure. “Best sister ever.” She turned back to her husband. “You heard.”

He shrugged. “I heard. Doesn’t matter. Why the fuck would I ever go anywhere else, when I have you?”

She laughed, arms enveloping him. “You mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course. I can’t believe you even brought it up.”

She pouted. “I’m sorry, honey. Be patient with me. I’m feeling a little insecure. I’m not used to any of this. I mean, really, sucking another man? Even for science. It’s not easy. If it wasn’t so important…”

He hugged her. “Hush, Angel. I understand. I wish you didn’t have to. I do. But think! What you’re doing, it could change the world. This is so important.”

She nodded. “You do understand.”

“God. Of course I do! I saw you, you know. How it excited you. Sucking him. Sucking me. The way you shared it with your sister. Figuring things out. It’s… It’s magical. To see how it makes you feel. Knowing that you’re going to feel that way with me.”

He looked over at us. “Fucking greatest thing I ever heard of. I… I don’t know how to thank you guys.”

I just nodded. “Family, Mike. Who we going to share it with, if not family?” I had a nice little rocking going, pounding Brooke sweetly. I grinned as I felt the first of the preliminary orgasms course through her. Nice, but I wanted the big one. Not gonna come ’til I get that one.

Allison’s head was in his lap, and she was working her magic. He stretched out, his hand on the sides of her head, directing her.

Brooke had another one, little louder, announcing it cutely with a piercing whine.

“You’ll take care of my girl, right? She’s…she’s special you know,” Mike said, brushing her hair back, looking lovingly on his wife.

“Of course. Brooke’s sister for Christ’s sake. We wouldn’t do anything to screw with that.” I grabbed Brooke’s hips and pounded her, listening to the next one build nicely.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, a little difficult. Even knowing how important it is. Science. You said it takes a long time to develop the right mix.”

I laughed. “Dude! Wake up! She’s got to be working with you, not me. It’s the perfect mix for you!”

He looked surprised then slowly grinned. “No shit?”

I had to stop in mid-stroke, laughing. Brooke was rocking hard, pounding her pussy against my cock. I guess she didn’t like the interruption. “Damn. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. Most of the work with Allison will all be with you. Starting immediately. I’ll brew up a new batch for her tomorrow.”

He shook his head. “I’m such an idiot. I should have known. Forget I ever said anything, Ok? Look, I’m not a scientist. Just an A/C guy. This is all a mystery to me. I trust you.”

I nodded, long-stroking my love. “Forgotten. I won’t let you down. Whatever it takes, I’m gonna make it perfect for you.” I laughed. “And cut that ‘just an A/C guy’ crap. You own the fuckin’ business. Earn twice what I do.”

He was distracted, eyes closed, thrusting up into Allison’s willing mouth. “Uh… good,” he moaned.

I had Brooke where I wanted her, starting to tremble, each little groan a sexy sign.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Mike growled, holding Allison’s head down and coming for her. After a few seconds, he groaned and leaned back, spent.

I watched her sit up, and turn to Brooke. She grabbed her sister’s head, and pressed their mouths together. I heard Brooke whimper and her body started fighting me. I held her, slamming my cock home, while she had the big one, crying out into her sister’s mouth.

I slowed, calming her, calming myself, I was getting damn close.

Allison was giggling. “Fuck, that was cool. Feeling her come like that.”

She climbed on the bed, on her side, facing Brooke.

Brooke had collapsed, flat on the bed, and I moved my legs outside hers, enjoying the different feeling, the tightness. Grabbed hold of her tight buns, and started ramming her.

“Whattaya think, sis? Different.”

Brooke sighed beautifully. “Different from my guy’s. Same as before. Pancake batter.”

“Yeah, I think so too. More though.”

“Mmmhmm,” Brooke purred.

Allison turned on her back, watching me. “You’re gonna make it better? Make it perfect for me too?”

I nodded. “Gonna come soon,” I said.

That had Allison up in a heartbeat. “Not inside her! Pull out! Let me finish you.”

“Share,” I reminded her.

Her face was resting sideways on her sister’s creamy butt. “Of course. Don’t be stupid now. You’re a fuckin’ genius for Christ’s… Mmmph!”

A hard cock was a good way to shut her up. I loved the girl, known her forever. Cute little co-ed when I met my wife. Brooke in miniature. But damn she could talk.

I was enthralled by the view, my wife’s impeccable ass, a chin rest for her adorable sister, whose mouth was doing quite the job. I pulled out, sliding back into Brooke, making her moan for me. A dozen or so strokes, before Allison was back to reminding me.

“Not in her, damn it!”

Back into Allison’s sweet mouth. Fingers in her hair, a little rougher than I was used to with Brooke, but Allie seemed to like it.

“We got another one. Over here when you’re done,” my wife said.

I saw that Mike had moved his chair a little closer, and Brooke’s extended hand was stroking him. Maybe she felt guilty. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Just keeping him ready for her, baby.”

“I… know,” I gasped.

Close now. Back into Brooke, earning a sweet moan from her, and a whimper from Allison. Harder now. Close. So close.

“No, Nate. Not in….Mmmph!”

Holding the pretty sister’s head. Right on the verge. “Now, Allison,” I groaned.

She was drooling on her sister’s butt. So damn hot. I thrust firmly, and started coming. She backed off a bit, sucking me, taking it all patiently. When I was done, she pulled away carefully, smiling, and winked at me. Before I could soften, I pressed back into Brooke, pushing deep, stroking into her.

I watched the sisters’ mouth’s meet. Allison inched closer, hugging her big sis. Their heads turned slightly, mouths shifting. I saw a flash of whitened tongue. They pulled apart, but their tongues continued to caress each other, then they were back together, firmly. Allison was holding Brooke’s head, kissing her now. Deeply. Brooke’s amazing body responded, and I felt the flutter of an orgasm around my shaft.

Allison had her hand between her own legs, whimpering, while she kissed her sister. I pulled her lower body over, parallel, the two women pressed together. I leaned over, my unflagging erection on its last legs, but doing its best to keep up. One arm beside my wife, the other between Allison’s legs. I rubbed her, helping her achieve what she needed. Her entire body shook, and she cried out, her sound muffled by Brooke’s lips.

I gave her cute little tush a squeeze, and rolled off. My cock was going to need some serious help before it would be useful again.

Allison was on her knees again, servicing her husband. Brooke groaned then rolled over on top of me. “No more full doses,” she mumbled, cuddling in close.

“You need another taste of Mike?” I asked.

“Uh-uh. We know it doesn’t change.”

“Have fun?”

She hummed sweetly, squirming against me. “A lot. Learned a lot.”

I thought about the effort of getting it up again, and having another go. “I think this experiment is over, don’t you?”

She seemed to stiffen in my arms. “I… I guess we overdid it, huh?”

I could feel her nervousness. I had to wonder how much, if any of this the girls had planned ahead of time, and if I’d ever really know. Sisters. It changes the whole equation.

I kissed her shoulder softly. “It’s Ok. I think it needs to end now before it gets any weirder.”

I could tell she was sore from her movements, but she gamely climbed out of the bed, and knelt beside Allison, whispering, her face only inches from where Mike’s cock was sawing in and out of her sister’s mouth.

Brooke stood up, and Allison did moments later, to Mike’s obvious chagrin. Allie helped her husband up, and gave him a hug. “C’mon honey. Nate has wisely pointed out that our experiment has finished. We don’t want this to become weird or awkward do we?”

“But baby…”

“Baby, nothin’! We’re not going to cheapen this. You’re taking me home, and we’re going to see how many times the Phoenix rises. I think you’re going to like that.”

“We’re going to do this at home, too?”

“Of course! That’s the whole idea, doofus. It’s a gift they’re giving us. Let’s not seem ungrateful.”

Mike was grinning large. “What are we waitin’ for? Let’s go!” He picked her up, hugging her to his body. In his big arms, she seemed weightless.

She laughed. “Clothing would be nice.”

While Mike got dressed, Allison climbed onto the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “You’re not mad, are you? Overstaying our welcome?”

I gave her breast a little teasing tweak. “Of course not. You’re always welcome, you could even use the guest bedroom if you like. It’s just that I need my bedroom back.”

She nodded. “You’re still gonna make my stuff?”

“Of course. Work it out with your sister. I’ll make up a batch whenever you need. We’ll work out balancing the ingredients as we go.”

Allison bounced off the bed, and picked up her neatly folded stack of clothing. “I’ll return the babydoll tomorrow,” she told her sister.

Brooke chuckled. “You better check with your husband before you do. I think he likes it.”

We cleaned up and shut things down, crawling back into bed half-an-hour later.

“We can do it if you want,” she said.

I chuckled, she giggled. We laughed at each other and the situation, until our sides were aching. Every time we tried to stop, we’d end up in tears again.

“Stop, Nate!” she gasped, hugging her sides.

“…if you want…”

It wasn’t even that funny. We were tired, our emotions in a quandary, nervous, anxious, too many things. We finally calmed down and I pulled her into my arms.

“It’s over,” I said softly. “No regrets, no recriminations, no blame, nothing. I won’t even ask how much of that whole thing you and your wicked sister planned ahead.”

“Would we do something like that?”

I pressed my lips to hers, shushing her. “Honesty, Ok? It’s over and we’re both Ok with it.”

She nodded, hesitantly.

“You want me to make a mix for your sister?”

She nodded again, more adamantly.

“I’m not going to make a habit of getting blowjobs from your sister, and you won’t be ambushing me. Alright?”

She started to speak, to deny it I imagine. “Alright.”

My wife fidgeted. “She didn’t believe me. I had to share it with someone! It’s just too big to keep it all to myself.”

“I get it. It’s Ok. Even kind of fun.”

“She likes you. Always has.”

“Stop, Brooke. You’re more than enough for me. I’ll take most of the blame for this. Making super-secret sex potions was bound to cause a little trouble. I didn’t mean for that to happen. It was just about us. I don’t want the whole world to know about it.”

“Alright,” she said sleepily.

We were quiet, half asleep. I couldn’t get the nagging little feeling out of my head. “Did you intend for your baby sister to blow me all along?”

“Nathan! Do you really think I’d do something like that?”

“You’re not going to give me a straight answer are you?”

“You know I’d never lie to you, honey. Never.”

“I’ll take that for a yes on the sister, and a no on the straight question.”

“Would I do anything to hurt our marriage? You know I love you, right?”

She was grinning mischievously.

“Rotten girl.”

“You love me.”

“Goodnight, Brooke.”

She kissed my chest softly. “You’re welcome.”

* * *

Things settled into a bizarre situation after that. Most evenings, Allison would stop by. We’d tinker with the ingredients, and I’d make her up a new batch. The sister’s had come to the conclusion that another test had to be made, and Allison was the perfect subject.

“You’re kidding right?” I said.

“No, honey. Think about it. It makes perfect sense.”

“Why would you want Allison to give me daily blowjobs?”

“It’s not like that! Don’t cheapen it. We need to know if the perfect combination needs to be customized for the man, or for her. If it’s for her, then one mix solves all her issues. If it needs to be customized for the man, then each guy she blows would need a different mix, for the perfect result.”

It was good logic. Hard to assail. We only had two women, and I didn’t want Brooke to be testing that hypothesis. She pounced on that.

“If you want me to do it, I will. I’d rather it was her. Besides, she’s going to do it for Mike anyway. All we have to do is keep track of each new sample, and when we find the right solution for Mike, we’ll know if it’s the same for you or not. Killing two birds with one stone.”

“What about Mike?” I asked.

“Whatever we need to do, he said, remember? He understands completely. It’s not like she hasn’t tasted you already.”

That was my new life. Early evening mixes, and a blowjob from Allison, before she went home to test on her husband. She left as soon as she got me off and wrote down the results. Dinner and quality time with my wife, then off to bed for some personal testing.

I had acquired additional components and was tweaking and testing the Phoenix mix a few times a week. We were getting better at making the mixes, and determining how fresh they needed to be. Like in all things, the difference between fresh, natural ingredients, and store bought, was night and day.

I had to laugh at the process for determining when the mixture was no longer effective. Allison got new combinations each time, so she couldn’t be used for testing. It fell on Brooke’s slender shoulders.

We were in bed, getting my first blowjob of the evening. As wonderful as ever, she finished me in less than 10 minutes. I saw the surprise in her eyes, as she swallowed, making a face.


I stifled a laugh. “How many days was that?”

“Nine,” she said, getting a drink of water. She stood looking at me. “Hey! I could have tested that by just tasting a lemon, couldn’t I?”

“Your idea, baby. Not mine.”

“Crap. Well nine days is the limit.”

“We should see how it lasts in the freezer,” I said.

“Lemon test. Ok?”

“Of course. Whatever you want.” I grabbed her, dragging her into bed. “Was it really that horrible?”

She struggled a little, then surrendered, cuddling into me. “I guess not. It’s just I was expecting my wonderful treat. Not that.”

I gave her a little kiss. “You know, I dosed tonight. You asked me to.”

“God, I did, didn’t I?” She got all lovey-dovey. “I don’t supposed you’d be willing to take it out on my poor little pussy tonight, would you?”

“Baby, there’s nothing I’d like better.”

“Better than my blowjobs?”

“I love your blowjobs. It doesn’t compare to making love to you.”

She grinned. “It doesn’t, does it?”

* * *

It took three weeks before Allison was happy. On Fridays, I’d started giving her a Phoenix mix for Mike.

“Keep it in the refrigerator. It should last at least a week. It should be good for two good doses.”

Good doses?” she asked.

“Too much for one dose. You can try stretching it out to three if you want. If you do, let me know how that works.”

She had her own treat in her hand. “We think this is the one?”

“It should be. Let us know.”

“In the living room?” she asked.

I went to the couch, and dropped my pants. She ate her Mess, and went to work. She was getting better, that’s for sure. We were getting pretty consistent. Seven to ten minutes to finish me, if she was serious about it. I relaxed, watching her pretty face devour me with gusto. I have to hand it to her, three solid weeks of near daily blowjobs, and it was far from a casual repetitive thing. Each time, she did her best to make it memorable and wonderful. What a great sister-in-law.

When I finished for her, I glanced at the clock.

“Eight minutes, Forty-two seconds,” Brook announced, taking notes.

“Nope. Last Tuesday was still much better,” Allison said. She grinned. “That one was outstanding. By far the best from either subject so far.”

“I guess that confirms the ideal mixture has to be matched to both the woman and the man,” I noted.

Brooke sat next to me, reading the notes. “The two ideal mixtures are pretty far apart.”

Allison sat on my other side, snuggling up to me. I put my arm around her shoulders. She responded by taking my cock in hand and playing with it. “I’m kind of sad. Looks like this is the last of our experiments.”

Brooke updated her notes. “I don’t think so. We’ll have more experiments, they just won’t be as often.”

“Really?” Allison asked eagerly.

“Sure. Probably as least one a month. Still so much to learn. Adding different components, different carriers. How each independent part of the mix handles storage. Best generic mix, if we don’t want to go full custom. Averaging a mix for multiple lovers. God, it goes on and on.”

Allison gave me a quick peck. “That’s great! You can count on me. Now it’s time to go see if this is the one for Mike.”

Brooke walked her to the door.

“One experiment a month?” I asked.

She climbed up in my lap, with a quick kiss. “I didn’t want to cut her off cold turkey. I’m sure I can come up with something.”

* * *

My life was blessed. Everything going my way. I had a surprise for my wife, just arrived that morning. Finally.

I entered the house, and was greeted just inside the door by Allison. She took my briefcase and coat, then delivered a huge hug and a kiss. She rubbed against me, and I felt myself responding. I always did. Sweet Allie had that kind of effect on me. So much like her sister.

“You’re late,” she said. I noticed she was wearing one of their matched lingerie outfits. I had Mike to thank for that, he’d gone a little crazy outfitting them. Brooke confessed he’s spent over a grand on the two of them. I didn’t remember it being an extended experiment night. Black lace usually indicated it was.

“Sorry I’m late, but I have a surprise,” I said.

She took my hand in hers, leading me to the kitchen. “He’s here!” she called out. She gave my hand a squeeze. “So do we. Don’t be too mad at her, Ok?”

In the kitchen, Brook was waiting for me, looking guilty. She was wearing the matching black lace babydoll to the one Allison had on, the only differences were where the strategic lace patterns were placed. She knew it was one of my favorites.

“Welcome home, honey,” she said, and I suspected it was going to be a bad one. She had that guilty look.

“Hi Nate,” a voice said nervously, and I saw her friend Debbie peaking around her, dressed in the white version of the sister’s outfits. It was a little tight on her.


She ran to me, leaping into my arms. “Please, don’t be mad baby.”

I looked past her, where her best friend Debbie stood, obviously nervous. The nearly transparent outfit did little to hide her substantial charms.

“What’s going on?” I said softly.

“She doesn’t believe us.”

“I thought we were going to keep it a secret, remember?”

She nodded, slowly. “It was an accident. She overheard us. Challenged us. Called us liars. Said nobody can come seven times in one evening. No way cum could taste as amazing as we claimed.”

Allison stood beside her sister. “She made fun of you, Nate! Called you plant boy. No way I… we could let that stand!”

“Why not? What do we care what she thinks?” I argued, and I saw that the sisters may have gotten their friend to dress the part, but it was clear that she was skeptical. She had that look. “I am plant boy, aren’t I? It’s how I make my living. Although I would prefer Professor Plant Boy.”

“Please, Nate. All it takes is one little test. Prove her wrong.”

“So let her taste the lemon, the sardines, the vinegar.”

“Nice try, Nate,” Debbie said smirking. “But I’ve already read about Miracle Fruit. Been around a while. Doesn’t change anything. Even read where some people have tried it with blowjobs. Doesn’t do a whole lot.”

Allison had my arm clutched in her hands. “See? We need to show the bitch!”

Debbie’s face darkened, but Brooke interceded. “Stop it, Allison. Don’t call her names. You didn’t believe at first, remember? Hell, I didn’t. Pretty incredible.” She looked up at me. “Pretty please, Nate? For me. She’s my best friend. She’ll keep it a secret.”

Debbie rolled her eyes, and I have to confess, her attitude was getting to me. “You spoiled my surprise,” I told her.

She looked shocked. “What surprise?”

“Give me a second.” I went back to the living room, and opened my briefcase. Pulled out my letter, and the magazine. Opened it to the bookmarked page.

Back in the kitchen, I held it out for her. “Official. Name approved and everything. Lymania Brookiana is officially a new species.”

Both sisters squealed in joy, and I was enfolded in several square feet of lace covered sister flesh. Pretty wonderful. I highly recommend it.

Brooke grabbed the magazine and ran over to Debbie, waving it. “See? It’s official!”

Debbie nodded. “That’s great. Congratulations, really. Pretty impressive. Doesn’t change a thing. No way it does what you say it does.”

Allison brought her lips near my ear. It meant standing on tip-toe, so it wasn’t very subtle. “Show her, Nate. She’s divorced. It’s not hurting anyone. Nobody to get permission from. One quick blowjob and we can shut her up good.”

Debbie was my wife’s best friend. Not my favorite of her friends by a long shot. I always thought she was a bit of a man-hater, not that she didn’t have some justification, if the stories of her divorce were true.

Cute, but not all that. Nothing like Brooke or her sister. Little heavy, but I have nothing against soft. More cushion you know. It was the whole package that bothered me.

I didn’t like her all that much, didn’t find her very attractive. Certainly had no need for anyone else in my life. So why was I starting to find the idea appealing to me?

“One,” I said.

Brooke laughed, clapping her hands. “That’s all. It only takes one. Then Allie and I will take care of the rest. Dose up, big boy. We’re making a night of it! We’re official!!”

Allison opened up the refrigerator, and handed me a paste covered nacho chip.

“Looks different.”

She blushed. “Same ingredients, but I’m working with Bee on the delivery. Let me know what you think.”

I took a bite, and was pleasantly surprised. She had gone away from the sweet, and it tasted more spicy, hot, with a nice bite. I smiled. “Dangerous. I like it. I could even eat more. That could be disastrous.”

She beamed. “Really? You like it? It’s good?”

“Very good. Where’d this idea come from?”

“Mike hates the taste of the original. I was trying to make it at least a little palatable.”

“You did that and more. Come here, gorgeous. Give us a kiss.”

She leaped on me, arms around my neck and I got a nice big juicy one.

“You guys have an open marriage?” Debbie asked.

“Hell no!” Brooke snapped. “This isn’t about sex. It’s research!”

“Making history,” Allison added. “I would never cheat on Mike!” She grinned. “Do you have any idea how important my help is? I’m only the second person ever to verify it works! I was the first to discover that different mixes were needed for different men. The first to find out that it works differently on different women.” You could hear the pride in her voice.

Brooke nodded. “We wouldn’t know half the stuff we do if not for her. Best sister in the world.”

“Your husband has no problem with pimping your mouth out?” Debbie asked.

“Of course not! Don’t be crude. He’s been in on it from the first. He understands the importance. Hell, he’s the biggest beneficiary. I sucked him off more in the first two weeks of experiments, than I had in my entire marriage up until then. He’s ecstatic. Gives me crap if I’m late getting over here for evening research.”

Brooke chuckled. “More crap if you’re late getting back with the results.”

“No shit. Good thing he’s out late tonight. Watching that damn pay-per-view fight. Gave me the Ok to make a night of it, if I want.”

I freed myself from the sisters’ clutches. “Let me clean up and get comfortable, and I’ll be back in a few.”

Debbie looked like she was getting a little nervous, for the first time. Good.

* * *

I didn’t rush it. Showered and all. Walked out about fifteen minutes later dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. If it was only Brooke and Allie, I wouldn’t have bothered.

My wife intercepted me. “You ready? The Phoenix hasn’t kicked in yet, has it?”

“I don’t need it for the first couple, you know that.”

She lowered her voice. “I know, but there’s a lot more, once it does. You figured out why yet?”

I shook my head. “No, but we don’t need a lot for a taste, do we?”

She turned her back to the room, stopping me. “It’s not just the taste she doesn’t believe. It’s the performance. How you respond so quickly, how you provide big load after big load. The number of times you can do it.”

I started to get suspicious. “Trying to show me off? How big a dose did you give me?”

She blushed. “Just a little bigger than the first one.”

“Damn it, Brooke! We can’t go messing with ever larger doses. It might have some bad side effects. I can’t believe you’d do that to me! You’re the one who’s always been so picky about my experimenting with stuff.”

She pouted. “We know the big dose doesn’t bother you. It’s only about 20% more. It’s not like we’re doubling it or anything.”

“Christ. What if it won’t go down? What then?”

“I got Allie here to help me. We’ll take care of it. We’ll be gentle, I swear. Don’t be mad, baby.” She looked sad.

I pulled her into my arms for a hug. “I’m not mad. But I hate these kind of surprises. You could have told me.”

“Sorry,” she said, but I doubted she really was. “Let me take care of the first one, get it out of the way. I’ll take my time, milk it. When you’re ready for the second one, the Phoenix should have kicked in. Alright?”

I sighed. I could fight it, or go along. Rather than make a big deal of it, I decided to give in to my wife. Not like she never did anything for me.

“Alright. Whatever you want. I’m trusting you. But Debbie’s the last one, got it? I don’t want the whole world finding out about this.”

She nodded. “Thank you so much. You’re earning some pretty big brownie points. You’re not going to regret this.” She took me by the hand, and stood me in front of the middle of the couch. She pulled my boxers down, and gave me a teasing push, so I’d sit back.

“Start him up, Allie. Not too much yet. Just get him in the mood.”

Allie grinned. “Time to get Messy,” she giggled. She grabbed her Miracle Mess, dark blue I noticed, before she downed it. She knelt in front of me.

“Blackberry?” I asked.

She nodded. “Like I said, we’re working on the delivery. Fresh blackberry hides the weird sweetness better than the strawberry.”

With that out of the way, she started teasing me. Licking, kissing, rubbing, stroking. She was good at that.

“Tease,” I murmured.

She giggled. “You know you love it.”

Brooke had brought Debbie over to watch. “This is a normal one. It’ll taste the same for Allie and me, but it won’t have as much volume. Once the Phoenix kicks in, he’ll get that fast recovery, and produce a lot more, thicker too.”

Debbie nodded, watching my cute little cock-tender at work. “What’s this Phoenix you keep talking about?”

My wife got them both seated, Debbie close to me, Brooke on the other side of her. “We got two things going on here. The Miracle Mess is what makes it taste so great. The Phoenix helps him.”

“Like Viagra?”

Brooke nodded. “Yeah, but a little different. At least for Nate and Mike, they come more. Get it up easier, like Viagra. Each one seems to last a little longer, but I guess that’s normal.”

“She really acts like she likes it,” Debbie said softly.

“Oh God, of course she does. We love it! Earning our treat, each action getting it closer and closer, knowing what’s in store at the end. It’s amazing, Deb.”

She got up, and tapped her sister on the shoulder. “My turn, Allie. You see if you can explain it.”

The sisters swapped places, and Brooke only teased a little before taking me in her mouth. I released a little pent up moan, and settled back.

“Sexiest sound in the world, huh?” Allison said.

“What sound?”

“That moan of his, when you know he’s getting into it. First clue that we’re on our way.”

“This isn’t some stupid trick is it? You like doing that?”

“Not until a few weeks ago,” she giggled.

“Seriously. No bullshit. It can’t change it that much, can it?” Debbie asked.

“You’ll see.” She leaned over to talk to her sister. “We gonna give her a taste of the first one?”

Brooke pulled off, grinning, her hand stroking me wonderfully. She had such a nice touch. “Tiny taste. Just a hint of this one. Enough to incentivize her to get the full experience.”

Her face disappeared back into my lap, earning another undeniable moan.

“You don’t want me to do that do you?” Debbie asked, nodding toward my wife.

“Up to you. You wanted to know. Gotta earn it,” Allison answered.

“I don’t like it.”

Allison put her arm around ‘Doubting Debbie’. “We’ll help. We didn’t like it either. She really didn’t like it.”


I added my two cents. “Maybe a couple a year. Only finished in her mouth once. Never swallowed. Made sure I knew it wouldn’t be good if I did.”

“And now?”

“How many times that first week, Nate?” Allison asked.

“God, I don’t know, maybe 20? Easily a dozen a week since then.”

Twenty! From zero to twenty?” Debbie exclaimed.

“It wasn’t zero,” I said.

“How do you expect anybody to believe that?” Debbie whined.

“Nobody is supposed to. It’s just for us. You were the damn eavesdropper,” Allie snapped.

“Not on purpose. You weren’t being very quiet about it.”

“We were alone on the deck. Nobody was supposed to be around. It’s her own backyard.”

Debbie blushed. “Hey, I said it was an accident.”

Brooke was beginning to get more serious about her efforts. I knew she could get me off in as little as a few minutes, but between her and Allison, it had already been close to ten. I guess she figured she’d waited long enough.

“Doesn’t he ever come?” Debbie asked.

Allison laughed. “You say that now? Wait until you see number six or seven. Jesus, it’s a lot of work to earn that one. First one is on average 8 minutes and 20 seconds.”

“You track that kind of stuff?”

“It’s science, Debbie. Science and research. We track everything. Hell for a few days me made him finish in a cup so we could measure the volume. God, I hated that. Hell, Mike hated it even more. So much better direct from the source, or at least from on his skin.”

“Getting close, honey,” I told my generous wife.

She adjusted the pace, knowing what I needed to finish. Only took another 30 seconds or so after that.

“You took your treat, right?” Allison asked our guest.

Debbie nodded, and I could see how nervous she was getting. I wanted to reassure her, but I was too far gone. “Now,” I groaned.

Brooke’s mouth eased back until only the head was between her lips, but her mouth cranked me through the finish.

“So…good,” I groaned, delivering her reward.

Brooke took her time making sure I was done, and pulling off. She got up, and Allie jumped over and took her place, doing a final clean up. I knew she was just trying to get a free taste.

My wife stuck her finger in her mouth, and pulled a sticky finger free. She offered it to her friend. Debbie stare at it in distaste, as the cream ran down Brooke’s finger. Brooke swallowed. “Do it. You wanted to know. Thought I was lying.”

Debbie’s eyes blazed, and she took Brooke’s arm by the wrist and pulled it closer. She lowered her mouth over the finger, sucking. And sucking. Clinging to the hand.

“Fuck. No way!” Debbie gasped.

“What was it like for you?” Brooke asked, teasing.

“What do you mean?”

“What did it taste like? It’s different for all of us. For me it’s just like the crème brûlée we had on our first cruise.”

Allison’s head popped up from where she was making sure I didn’t lose my entire erection. “Vanilla custard soft-serve.”

Debbie hesitated. “Tapioca pudding.”

Brooke laughed. “That’s cool. You got something to say to me, bestie?”

Debbie blushed. “I’m sorry. I was wrong, Ok? I mean, seriously? How in the Hell is anybody supposed to believe this? Fuckin’ impossible.”

“Not quiet impossible. Now say it. My husband is a genius.”

Debbie grinned. “Big dicked, tasty genius. Always was kind of a hunk, but this? Sweet Jesus, you’ve got a keeper.”

A hunk? I didn’t think she liked me at all. I put my arm around her. “Thanks.”

She laughed. “Shut up dickhead. That wasn’t for your ears. As far as you’re concerned, you’re still plant boy.”

“I can deal with that. Not much of an insult, really.”

She grinned. “No, after this, I guess it isn’t. You really discovered this all on your own? Whole new species and everything?”

“Not totally. There’s a little old native man down in the Amazon who clued me in on the… special properties of the plant. But I get credit for believing him, and putting it to the test.”

Debbie looked over to where Allison was leisurely sucking. “He’s still hard?”

“Oh yeah,” Brooke answered. “If he’s dosed, the first few hardons don’t need much help. Even if he isn’t, he can still sometimes get a quick second one. Having you here with us I’m sure helps.”

“Me? Right. We all know how he feels about me. Doesn’t hide it much.”

My arm was still around her, and she was leaning against my side, enjoying Allison’s show. I gave her a squeeze. “She’s right.”

“What do you mean, right?”

“You here. I like it. Got me hard. I’m looking forward to it.”

She blushed again. “I haven’t said I’m going to do it yet.”

“Are you?” I asked.

“You want me to, don’t you?” she teased.

“Yeah. Hell if I know why. You’re right. We’re always prickly with each other.”

She giggled. “That’s a good word for it. If you ask me nicely, I might do it.”

“Oh really? If you ask me nicely, I might deprive my wife and her sister, and let you do it.”

“Bullshit! Let me do it? You wish, motherfucker.”

Such a rotten attitude. “Never mind then. Allison this one’s all yours. Brooke, baby? Wanna grab me a beer?”

“Sure, honey. Don’t be mean to my friend while I’m gone.”

I could feel Debbie fuming, but she hadn’t pulled away. She mumbled. “No way I’m gonna ask to give a blowjob.”

Allison popped her head up, chuckling. “Cause you haven’t had the full effect. I’ve been known to beg.” Her face settled back down for a second then she stopped, hopping to her feet. “My knees hurt. Let’s take this to the bedroom, studly.”

I let her drag me along, and Debbie followed. Brooke was right behind us. I climbed in the bed, and Allison removed her top, climbing between my legs wearing only her panties. Debbie nervously sat on the bed beside me.

Brooke passed me the open beer. “Don’t spill any this time.”

“Sorry. It only happened the once.”

My wife removed her top and after hesitating a moment, she removed her panties as well.

“Brooke!” Debbie shrieked.

“Relax. It’s just my husband, sister and best friend. Everybody here’s seen it before.”

Debbie just shook her head.

I reached for her, and she resisted a bit before allowing me to pull her down. “C’mon Debbie. If you’re going to stay, you might as well be comfortable.”

She rested her head on my shoulder. “There’s nothing ‘comfortable’ about seeing those two taking turns sucking your cock. Pretty damn weird.”

“Not like you’ve never done it. It’s just a blowjob.” I said.

Brooke poked me in the side. Maybe I’d overstepped my bounds.

“I haven’t. Not by choice,” Debbie said softly.

“He didn’t mean anything, Deb. He doesn’t know,” Brook said softly.

“I’m sorry, if I was out of line. I swear, I was only trying to relax you a little,” I told our guest.

“He… he would make me. Especially if he was drunk,” Debbie said. “I hated it.”

I brushed her hair back, looking down into her open face. I could see the hurt. “Why are you here? I wouldn’t do that to you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I… I just couldn’t believe they like it. I know Brooke never did. That turnaround? Unbelievable.”

“You don’t have to do it. If you want to know, Allison will share with you. Won’t you Allie?”

She nodded, unwilling to stop.

Debbie chuckled. “Damn. She sure doesn’t seem to mind.”

Brooke reached across my body, rubbing Debbie’s arm. “He’s not like your jerk. Never forced me. Wouldn’t dream of it. Never even asks for it, much,” she teased. “Not that he wouldn’t drop a hint now and then.”

Debbie turned her head and looked up at me. “What’s the big deal anyway? Isn’t the pussy enough?”

I was getting a little distracted, and reached down, caressing Allison’s head. “Ease up, sis. Too distracting.”

She slowed her motions, looking up at me for approval.

“Yeah, that’s nice,” I told her. I turned back to Debbie. “The pussy is wonderful. Spectacular,” I chuckled, reaching over and giving Brooke an affectionate squeeze. “Blowjobs are different. Honestly, as far as just the feeling goes, her pussy beats it all to hell.”

“Then why?” Debbie whined.

“It’s everything else. The visuals are simply amazing. A beautiful face, taking me willingly? Damn, that’s hot. That and all the different feelings. The teasing, although it drives me crazy, is fucking incredible. Mostly, though, it’s just the idea that she’ll do it for me.”

“‘She,’ meaning your wife?”

“Yeah. It’s different with her. I mean, I love Allison to death, sweetest sister-in-law in the world. And she gives great head.”

“Obviously,” Debbie interrupted.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.” I looked down at Allison. “You know I love it right? You’re wonderful.”

She lifted up, stroking my cock. “Of course. It’s pretty obvious when you’re on the receiving end of this, that you like it. It’s cool, Nate. She’s your wife. It should mean more.” She grinned. “But that was still a little mean. Seriously, dissing me in the middle of a blowjob? I’m going to have to punish you now. No more Mrs. Nice Guy.”

She went after my cock with a vengeance, sucking hard, her tongue working the head, her hand stroking me. She started getting sloppier, noisier, and abruptly took me all the way down her throat.

“Jesus!” I gasped.

Brooke laughed. “Way to go Allie! All the way!”

Allison deep-throated me for the first time, and I thought my head was going to explode. All thoughts of Debbie disappeared.

“Fuck, Allie, you’re gonna make me come,” I groaned.

She mixed it up, sucking, stroking, taking me deep. Driving me crazy.

“Allie,” I moaned. The single word more a prayer than a warning.

She backed off, stroking me rapidly and I stopped resisting. I was moaning my release, as I filled her sweet talented mouth.

Brooke was gentle cleaning me, as her sister pulled off and climbed up the bed. Allison reached out for Debbie’s hands, and made her sit up. She was smiling, glancing at me smugly, when she reached for Debbie’s head, and leaned forward, bringing their lips together.

I thought Debbie might resist, but she went along easily. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but they did it for a long time. When Allison pulled back, she was grinning.

Debbie sighed, and laid back down on my shoulder. “Impossible,” she murmured softly.

“Where the fuck did you learn that, naughty girl?”

Allison crawled over me, taking over my other side. “I am married, remember?”

“Lucky ass, fucker.”

She chuckled, cuddling in close. “Yeah, he is. He knows it.”

“You gonna teach your sister that?”

“We’ll see. I gotta have something, you know. She’s got such a big fucking head start. You love her. How am I supposed to compete with that?”

I laughed, gazing down at my beautiful wife. The Phoenix had kicked in, big time. I was harder now than I was before my first one that evening. “C’mon, Allison. We’re not competing are we? I love what you do.”

Brooke sat up, stroking my cock. “See Debbie? Number three. Hard as steel. I wasn’t lying was I?”

Debbie shook her head. “Alright, already. I was wrong. Way wrong. I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Ok? Jesus, who would ever believe this?”

“Still Tapioca pudding?” my wife asked, before settling back down over my cock.

“Yeah. Grandma’s, just a hint of cinnamon.”

Cinnamon. Umami, that almost made sense, I thought.

Allison was rubbing up against me, teasingly. “Hey Nate. How come you never really play with my boobs, other than a quick feel now and then?”

I felt myself blushing. “I… uh… I feel kind of guilty. It’s not really part of the research.”

My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and she pulled my hand over her breast. “Geez, it’s just tit! I’ve gotten better gropes on the dance floor. It’s cool, alright? Pretty much everything short of fucking is.” She lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine. Sweet little teasing kiss, hint of tongue.

“You know, Nate, I could use a little help now and then. I get super horny doing it. It would be nice if I got to come once in a while,” Allison said softly.

“I’ve seen you come.”

“Sure, but not on my own, Ok? You’re touch would help a lot.”

“Isn’t that going a little far?”

“You got a problem with that, Bee?”

Brooke stopped long enough to answer. “No fucking.”

“See? Mike’s cool, sis is cool. You know I’d like it. How about it?”


She shook her head. “Doesn’t have to be this moment. That’s not what I’m saying. Loosen up a bit, that’s all. I… I’d like to sometimes feel I’m more than a willing mouth for you.”

Shit. I pulled her up, and kissed her warmly. “Sorry if I ever made you feel that way. You’re so much more, you know. Amazing, really. I didn’t want to push the boundaries, understand?”

She nodded, grinning. “Sure. You’re a nice guy. That’s why it’s Ok. But before I put that sexy mouth of yours to use, you’re gonna have to shave for me.”

“Mouth?” I squeaked.

“Hell yeah. What you did to her, last week? Holy shit, that was hot. You had her climbing the walls. I thought the neighbors were going to call the police! I’m definitely looking forward to a little of that.”


She pulled up, grinning. “It’s not fucking, is it?”


“Then what the fuck, Nate! You gotta start contributing a little here. Leavin’ sis hanging all the time? Man up, already.”

She leaned down, licking my cock teasingly. “Whattaya think, Debbie? Wanna give it a try?”

I could feel her tremble, and she looked up at me.

“I’d like you to. Very much,” I said softly.

“I won’t be very good,” she mumbled. “Not like them.”

“It’ll be wonderful. Just keep those pretty little teeth of yours out of action, and everything will be fine.”

“I… I’d like to try, but I might not be able,” she said.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with. I understand. Brooke can help you.”

Brooke reached out her hand, and Debbie got up and crawled her way. My wife, stopped her over my leg. “On top of his leg. When there’s two of us, it drives him a little crazy, pinning him down like that.”

“Troublemaker,” I whined.

She laughed, and took up position on the other one. She stroked my cock, and leaned her head next to Debbie’s. I could hear her whispering but couldn’t make out the words.

Debbie leaned over and took my cock in her hand. Her eyes were glued to it. She stroked me carefully. “Damn, he’s hard.”

“He’s really excited by the idea of you doing it.”

“You think so?”

“Nate?” my wife asked.


A tiny hint of a smile made a brief appearance on Debbie’s face. She moved closer, and I saw her tongue reach out. She gave me a little lick, and I groaned.

“See?” Brooke said.

Debbie smiled for real. She looked up at me. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“A lot.”

She moved lower, gazing up at me, and licked me from the base to the head. I stifled my whimper, wanting to feel her mouth around me.

Debbie giggled. Brooke was whispering to her again, and she started kissing my cock, rubbing her face, her lips against it. “Big hard cock, wants me, doesn’t it?” she teased.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned.

“Gonna give me a treat?” she asked, kissing the head. “Warm yummy treat?”


She opened her mouth, hovering over the top. She started downward and stopped, pulling back a little. Her tongue lashed out, circling the crown. “I don’t know… you said I had to ask for it.”

“I’m asking, Debbie. Suck me. Please.”

She grinned, kissing the head. “Aww, that’s sweet.” She licked me again, listening to my wife’s coaxing. “Maybe just a little suck. It’s way too big for my mouth. Never had one this big. Kind of scary.”

For someone who didn’t give blowjobs, she was the consummate tease. “Suck me Deb,” I pleaded.

She laughed, whipping her streaked blonde hair back with a quick turn of her head. “Big strong guy, Dr. Genius, can’t wait to feel my hot, innocent mouth. My first voluntary blowjob. You like that idea, don’t you? Being my first. Making me want you like this. If you didn’t taste so god-damned good, you wouldn’t stand a chance, you know.”

Her mouth was almost on top of the head, and I could feel her warm breath with each word she said.

She suddenly plunged her mouth down, until I was brushing the top inside of her mouth. She pulled away almost as quickly. “There. Was that what you wanted? My hot mouth on your big, fat, juicy cock?”

“Again. More,” I pleaded.

“More? You want to fill my mouth? Choke me on your huge prick?”

I nodded, a little ashamed.

She pressed her lips to the head. They slowly opened, and her mouth descended ever so slowly, deeper, until I could feel the pressure at the back of her mouth. She sucked firmly as she worked her way back up and off. “More than that? I can you know. I never liked it, never wanted to. But I did it. I took it all. You might be a little more difficult. Longer. Thicker. Want me to try?”

“Jesus, Debbie! You’re killing me!”

She grinned, then took me in her mouth, bobbing up and down, slowly at first, then more rapidly. Deeper, until she was making nasty little grunting noises each time. I saw her spittle dripping down my shaft. She closed her eyes, and pushed hard, a couple of more inches disappearing. She opened her eyes, and looked up at me. She turned her head, struggling, and settled further, deeper, her lips stretching out. She stayed there for several long seconds, before pulling away quickly.

“Damn,” she gasped.

“Fucking amazing.”

She looked up at me, grinning. “Think I can make you come for me?”

“I know you can.”

“Not yet,” she laughed, and passed my cock to my wife.

Brooke didn’t hesitate to take the messy thing in her mouth, head bobbing beautifully. Debbie slowly crawled up the bed. She moved her head over mine, gazing down into my eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I really felt like you meant it. You liked it.”

“I loved it. You’re pretty damn amazing, when you aren’t being a pain in my ass.”

She laughed, and didn’t resist me when I pulled her head down for a kiss. It started slow, gentle. A ‘getting to know you’ kiss, that turned passionate after a bit.

“Finish me?” I asked.

“You wanna come in my mouth?”

“I do.”

“Make me swallow it?”

“Not ‘make’ you do anything. It would be the most amazing gift if you did.”

“Ask me nicely,” she said. I could see she wasn’t joking. This was important to her. I could understand why.

I brushed my lips against hers. “Please, Debbie. Suck me, finish me. Take all I can give you. Please, I’d love to come in that sexy little mouth of yours.”

“I don’t have to, you understand? If I do, it’s only because I want to,” she whispered, staring into my eyes.

“Your choice. I have no say in the matter. I’d love it if you did, but understand if you won’t.”

She smiled slowly. “You do taste pretty good. No more in my throat though. I don’t like that.”

Odd. If she didn’t like it why did she do it? “Whatever you want, beautiful.”

“Don’t hold me down at the end,” she said anxiously.

“Of course not.”

“Don’t forget,” she whispered, slowly backing down the bed.

“I’ll hang onto his arms,” Allison said.

“No. He has to choose not to.”

“I won’t, I promise,” I told her.

She climbed on top of my bare leg, facing my wife. “Can I finish him? Do you mind?”

Brooke lifted up, stroking me. “I’d like you to.” She leaned over and kissed her friend on the cheek.

Debbie took over stroking my cock, once again licking and teasing for a while. More damn whispering from my wife, and Allison couldn’t leave well enough alone, nibbling my ear, and putting my hand on her tit again. “Give her a good one, Nate. Make it special.”

I groaned as Debbie’s mouth settled over my cock. All the attention was getting to be too much. “Not long,” I warned.

She looked up at me, and I could see a combination of excitement and nervousness. She kept it pretty basic after that, warm sweet mouth moving up and down, her tongue pressing against me on each stroke. Her soft hand stroking me in tandem with her mouth.

“Close,” I groaned, trying to keep my hips still, wanting to drive back into her throat so badly.

Her blonde hair fell over her face, and I instinctively reached down to brush it back. Exposing her eyes, I saw her looking at me nervously.

I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand, gently. “Thank you,” I gasped, pulling my hand back. Her hand darted forward, grasping my wrist, and pulled it back to her head. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she suddenly pushed all the way down, making me gasp.

“Nate!” Brooke snapped.

I started to pull my hand away, and Debbie grabbed it again, pulling it to the back of her head. She pulled off, until just the head was between her lips, and pulled my hand down hard, pushing her face forward, until her lips were pressed against the base.

Nathan” Brook gasped, slapping my hip sharply.

Debbie bobbed her head over the bottom few inches, holding me in her throat, until I gasped.


She released my hand, and pulled back, tilting her head and catching the load against her cheek. Her hand stroked me, milking me, drawing every last drop out. Once I finished, she held on for a few seconds, then backed off, her lips slowly closing around the tip of my cock, before she sat up. I could see tears in her eyes. She closed them briefly and I saw her throat move as she swallowed.

“God Damn it Nathan! What the hell was that?” Brook practically screamed, sitting up on my leg, glaring at me.

“Sis…” Allison started.

“He was perfect, Brooke,” Debbie said. “Perfect gentleman. He wouldn’t, even when I let him, putting his hand on my head like that. Don’t blame him.”

“But you said…”

“I know. I… I wanted to feel it, for a second. The way he responded. God, I could feel how hard he got, how bad he wanted me. Kind of erase the bad times.”

“Incredible,” was all I could say.

Debbie grinned. “Not bad for my first time, huh?”

I laughed. “You’re rotten, you know that?”

She grinned, and climbed up the bed, nibbling on my chin, kissing my face. “I bet that’s not what you were thinking just a little while ago.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“You liked it?”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“You always come that much, on your third try?”

Allison giggled. “Pretty much, greedy guts. You didn’t share. We share around here.”

Debbie pouted. “But it was my first one…”

“Yummy?” Brooke asked.

Debbie giggled. “D-double e-licious.” She licked her lips naughtily. “Takes me back to Christmas dinner dessert, at Grandma’s.”

My wife climbed up my body, and her face appeared before mine. Pretty hot, three pretty girls looking at me from only inches away. “You scared the crap out of me,” she said.

Debbie reached over and hugged her. “It wasn’t him. All me. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t think I’d do that.”

“You’re Ok?” Brooke asked.

Debbie leaned over, and kissed my wife on the lips softly. “More than Ok. Thanks. I’m really sorry I ever doubted you. Shit, no wonder you do it all the time. A girl could get used to that.”

“It’s not the same is it,” Allison spoke up. “Knowing there’s a yummy treat at the end, it makes me want to go crazy on him.”

Debbie nodded. “Yeah. I can see that. Especially when he’s so good about it.” She looked up at me. “Who knew? The asshole’s really not that bad.”

“Yeah,” I teased. “And the bitchy friend could suck the chrome off a tailpipe.”

“You liked it. You know you did. Don’t be a coward now, admit it.”

“Never denied it, did I? You surprised the hell out of me, I’ll give you that.”

She gave me a quick kiss. “Who gets the next one?”

“Hey! We only gave you one to show you it was true. It’s ours.” Allie griped.

Brooke laughed. “Mine, really. But I wouldn’t mind sharing every now and then. This doesn’t become a habit though, understand?”

“Bee…” Allison whined.

“What? You complaining? It was only supposed to be the one time for you, now I can barely get you out of my house!”

Allison pouted. “You don’t mean that do you? You don’t want me here?”

Brooke leaned over and kissed her on the lips, softly. “I love you like a sister, Allie-”

“I am your sister!”

“-but every one for you, is one less for me. You have a husband. You get all his and some of mine too.”

Allison seemed suitably chastened. “You… you want to share Mike?”

Brooke shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t do that to you. But this one’s mine. I choose to share or not.”

Allison nodded her head slowly. Me? I’m a genius, remember. Kept my mouth close. No way I was getting involved. Even if it was my cock.

Brooke hugged her sister, kissing her again. Longer, more seriously. “I love sharing him with you, sis. Maybe even more than I do now. But if I want to let Debbie have a little…”

“I know,” Allison whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Brooke laughed. “No you’re not. You’re greedy. It’s Ok. We’re all going to get a lot tonight. We dosed him good.”

Allie grinned. “We did, didn’t we.”

“Yep. And he’s hard as a rock right now, pressing up against my belly. I think he likes us fighting over him.” She looked up at me, eyebrow raised.

“I love you, Brooke. Best wife in the world.”

She smiled. “Good answer, bub. I guess you did immortalize me. Brookiana. All official and everything. You want a little of your wife’s steaming hot pussy, big guy?”

“You know I do. I always do.”

She sat up, and slipped me inside of her. “Happy now?”

I nodded eagerly, grinning, earning a giggle.

She started rocking on me, and Debbie spoke up. “I guess it’s hers now,” she pouted.

Allison nodded. “It’s always hers. This is the fourth one. He’d wear our jaws out if we only blew him. This way she can take care of him, but we still get to enjoy the finish.”

“After he’s been inside of her?”

“If you don’t want to share, you don’t have to. But after the first three or so, he gets the real thing for a while.” She sat up and pulled her panties off. “The good news is, we’ve got permission to play more. At least I do,” she smirked. “We’ve let that sexy mouth of his go idle for far too long.”

She straddled my head, and I saw her sexy little opening up close for the first time. It settled lower, until it was in reach. I licked her, and felt her tremble, earning a little moan from her. “Damn,” she gasped. “About fucking time.”

She pressed down against my face, and I did what I could. She must have been really worked up, it was only a couple of minutes before she was coming for me, grinding against my mouth. She rode my face through a second one, before she climbed off, breathing hard. “Next time, we shave you.”

My wife was riding me hard, working my cock. She looked at me grinning. “You did good, Nate. Ready?”


Debbie’s leg appeared over my head, and I jerked back, surprised.

“It’s Ok, honey,” Brooke said, as she disappeared from my view, replaced my another strange pussy.

Her best friend was a little harder to get off, and I was ready to come, by the time she’d finished shaking. I pushed her away, “Soon!” I gasped out.

I felt the cool air as Brooke pulled off of me, then alternating sucking. Both of them, I could tell. Debbie shifted, and I could feel by the way her hand pulled my cock forward that she was participating too. My cock felt like a joystick, alternately pulled in three directions, for a little sucking each way.

I was struggling to hang on, but didn’t stand a chance. “Gotta…”

The mouth disappeared, and my cock was stroked. I grunted as I shot my wad, feeling it splash on my belly. A few seconds later I felt the tongues descend, cleaning me, someone sucking my cock for a bit, finishing up, then it was cool air again, and hot tongues on my flesh. I pulled Debbie’s hips back, and attacked her ornery pussy, making her squeal for me. I liked that.

She pushed back against me, and I was surprised with how quickly she came the second time. She climbed off of me, turned around and kissed me. “Another first.”

“No way. You’re what, 28, 29, married once, and never had your pussy licked?”

“Not like that. Not to finish. I never came on a man’s tongue before.”

I wondered about her saying ‘a man’s’ tongue. Naughty thoughts. Shame on me.

They gave me a short break, handing me my beer, while they sat around my waist, hands playing with me casually. The sisters told Debbie about the research, and creating an optimal mix.

“You mean it gets better?” Debbie asked.

“Probably. Dumb luck that his first attempt was pretty close to the perfect mix for me. Took us better than a week to replicate it.”

“Three weeks to find mine. One for him and another for hubby,” Allison added.

“Wow. Can… can we find my mix?” she asked.

“You want to? It’s not easy. You might have to work for weeks to nail it,” Brooke teased.

“If you didn’t mind,” Debbie said.

Brooke gave her a hug. “I’m just teasing. Of course we can. You understand, it’s just us, right? Nobody else gets to know.”

“Of course. I swear. I won’t tell a soul.” She giggled. “Hell, who would believe it? I didn’t and you’re my best friend!”

Allison’s a tricky one. She stretched out on the bed, laying on her side, head resting on my belly. Debbie was laying beside me, head-to-toe, gabbing away. I reached down and caressed her rear, rewarded with a cute little wiggle. I felt movement on my cock.

“Allie, we’re giving him a break,” my wife warned.

“But it’s right there in front of me,” her sister pouted. “Just a little teasing…”

“A little, that’s it.”

Right. Number five was raring to go not two minutes later. Allison pouted and left before number six. The other two replenished their treats before continuing. Deb insisted on finding out if seven was really possible. It was after 2:00 am before she acknowledged it was. Brooke let her stay the night, but I was a bit of a hardass, insisting that I only slept with my wife.

* * *

Four weeks. Debbie was a friggin’ perfectionist and it took a full four weeks before we got her to agree we’d found her mix. I was getting suspicious, since at the end, we were working with a mixture very much like the one she’d started with.

The first two weeks were nuts. Brooke and I had at least one ‘guest’ over every day, and I was wondering if a guy could get tired of blowjobs. No, seriously. No relaxing when you get home from work. Come in, undress, get sucked. Day in, day out. And that was just the start of it. Getting dosed nearly every day, since Debbie didn’t have to go home like Allison did.

I was getting chafed, and cranky. Had to put my foot down.

“Girls, I love you both. I do, but I need some time with just my wife. At least two days a week.”

Both girls pouted but didn’t put up a fight. “It seems like you guys are tag-teaming me. Whenever one is absent the other’s here.”

Allison nodded. “You need takin’ care of.”

“No sweetie, I don’t. I have Brooke for that. She does a perfect job.”

Brooke was sitting back, staying out of it. She had already addressed the issue once, but the push-back was so hard, she didn’t want to cause trouble with her sister and best friend. She left it to me to be the bad guy.

“C’mon, Nate,” she had argued. “You make the decision, and they’re not going to put up a fuss. I mean, seriously, they get mad at you, and they’re shooting themselves in the foot. Besides, right now, you can do no wrong with either.”

I accepted her analysis, and made the point.

“I don’t want to be dosed every day either. I’ll give you three nights a week, and both of you can come over. One more night for each of you alone. How’s that?”

“Alone? Just you and me?” Allison asked.

“No, gorgeous. Alone, meaning without Debbie here. Brooke will always be here.”

Brooke coughed, getting my attention. “I wouldn’t mind a break either, to be brutally honest. How about once a week or so, I’m optional. We can alternate weeks between them.”

“Brooke…” I whined.

She leaned over and hugged me where I was sitting. “I’ll be here. Let them do the lion’s share of the work. After the last couple of weeks, my pussy is so sore, I’m getting scared to come to bed.”

“That sounds fair to me!” Allie said.

Debbie nodded her assent.

Two weeks later, our plan seemed to be working out. Brooke and I even took one of our days off and did nothing. No sex at all. It was refreshing. We both looked at each other the next morning, feeling guilty. It was our day, and we’d passed.

“Not mad are you?” she asked.

“No. I loved holding you last night.”

“Me too. We need some more of that. Could we, uh, plan the same for next week?”

I chuckled, and pulled her into my arms. “It’s a date.”

Weird. Planning on when we weren’t going to have sex.

We’d found Debbie’s mix, and we were all together, for a little celebration. It was the day after Brooke and my second break day, and I was feeling my oats. Took a full dose of the Phoenix, and headed straight to the bedroom. “I need naked women, in my bed, now.”

They started giggling, undressing on the way, nibbling their Magic Mess.

My first stop was the bathroom, for a close shave. Ever since they ganged up to shave me on the bed, in the middle of our research, I made sure I had that taken care of. Debbie had even set up a skin care regimen for me, and I applied the lotion to my face, ever mindful of the grief I’d get for any chafing that occurred.

The last few days had started my mind wandering down a strange path. Their desire and need was beyond anything that ‘candy cum’ could explain. I was fearful there was an addictive element to our mix. I was tempted to wean Debbie off of it for a while, to see how she’d handle it.

But not right then.

On group days, Brooke had started the habit of letting our guests duke it out for first rights. Debbie and Allison had come up with the elegant decision to rotate turns, and Allison was waiting eagerly for me to get ready.

The whole business was becoming surreal. Allison, or Debbie would blow me, while the others cuddled in and talked about the progress in our experimentation. I’d taken a back seat to the sisters, letting them come up with ideas for testing. They took it all so seriously, notes, spreadsheets, short write-ups. A friggin’ Powerpoint slideshow last week. They seemed to be together, plotting, all the time. Made me a little nervous.

I was content with the way things were, and enjoyed Allison’s attention. She finished the first one, and Brooke rolled over and opened her notebook. “Did you get that Deb?”

“Nine minutes, twelve seconds,” Debbie responded, giving Allison a quick kiss and taking her place between my legs.

Allison took her place cuddling. “No significant variations. Yummy.”

She and I kissed for a while, playful. Brooke dragged her fingernails across my chest, a subtle reminder to share the affection. I turned to her, pulling her close. “What’s for dinner?”

“Thought that after this one, we’d get comfy, share a bottle of wine until the effect wears off, have some chinese, then back to science. That work for you?”

“Any success with timing the duration of the effect?” I asked. It was their latest line of study.

“Some. Definitely one of the sweet converters goes first. Around two, two and a half hours with a standard batch. Still not terrible tasting at that point, just not perfect anymore. Within half an hour, it goes to hell. Things still taste weird for at least another hour afterward. Taking it before bed, no problems, but during the day, there’s about a four hour windows of effect. Ideal for the first two, then degrading after that.”

“Mmmhmm,” I nodded, losing my attention for a bit, as Debbie proved she could take me deep on demand.

Brooke pouted, and I saw her nudge Deb’s shoulder with her foot. “Easy girl, we’re talking business here.”

Deb mumbled an apology, and turned it down a notch.

“You back with me?” Brooke asked.

“Of course,” I told her, stealing a quick kiss.

“‘Of course’ my ass. Pay attention, or the girls go home.”

“I’d still have you, right?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Can you think of any way to cut the duration of whatever’s lasting longest without changing the mixture and disturbing the taste?”

I gave it some thought, while Debbie did her best to distract me. Allison was being good for once. I gave her perky bottom a squeeze.

“Maybe. Age the ingredient. It seems to lose potency over time. If we age the single ingredient, almost surely Thaumatococcus, we might be able to do that. Why don’t you try keeping it in the frig for a few days, and use it then?”

She nodded, marking her notes. “Few days, like three?”

“Sure. We have to start somewhere, it’s an educated guess, then we work from there.”

Brook looked across at her sister. “Where we at with Debbie, time-wise.”

“Ten minutes, but you know the second one is so inconsistent,” Allie said.

“Yeah, but it might show us some trending.”

“How about some wifely attention,” I teased.

She grinned. “A couple of minutes. One of them has to finish you, I didn’t get treated yet. Saving it for later. I want to enjoy my wine.”

She scooted down and got Debbie to trade places for a while. “What do you think, Allie. That face of his looks awfully empty.”

Allie pouted. “You know the rules. Not ’til number three. Too much distraction when we’re still working the research.”

Debbie was rubbing my cheeks. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom. You using your lotion?”

I nodded, my attention back on my wife’s sweet performance.

Debbie noticed and pouted while she snuggled in. “Doesn’t matter what I do, does it?”

“Matter how?” I asked.

“You’re always going to prefer her.” She nodded down the bed.

I hated that crap. It didn’t come up very often, but every once in a while. “Debbie, how many times to I have to tell you that you’re wonderful? I love what you do. But Brooke’s my wife. I love her.”

Deb’s fingers circle my nipples. “You don’t love us just a little?”

“I love you like crazy, you ornery thing. I’m in love with my wife. Since day one.”

Allison chuckled. “Brookiana. We know. How many of your fellow plant discoverers named their finds after their wife? Not many I could find.”

“You looked?”

“Yeah. You’re in a rarefied group. I get it. It’s cool. I’m not yours, I’m Mike’s. Heart and soul. I wouldn’t expect to be on the same level as sis. You see me gettin’ jealous again, tan my ass.”

Debbie was blushing. “Easy for you to say. You’ve got Mike. These two are all I have.”

Allison reached across and took her hand. “And me.”

Debbie smiled. “Yes. You too. Sister in crime.”

“I need a change. Gettin’ close,” I warned them.

Debbie was up in a flash, takin’ Brooke’s place. My wife was back at my side, delivering a little kiss. “Happy? God, you’re spoiled.”

I grinned. “Yes. Thank you. I needed that.”

“Your harem not enough for you?” she teased. She knew the answer, but I always liked to remind her.

“They’re wonderful. They’re not you.”

She gave me a poke. “Damn. I don’t know how, you slick talker, but you actually have me believing it.”

Allison giggled. “Duh! Of course you do. It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?”

“Jealous much?” Brooke teased.

“Do I have to remind you, I get two men?” Allison smirked.

“Answer the question, bi-otch.”

Allison gave her sister a poke. “Alright. A little. Don’t go gettin’ all swelled head about it.”

Brooke grinned. “S’okay. I get a little jealous too. Lucky girl.”

“Close,” I mumbled, reaching down and caressing Debbie’s soft hair. It was an offering. About one in four times she liked it rough. If she moved my hand to the back of her head, I’d give her what she needed. This wasn’t one of those occasions.

Brooke got up, giving me a quick kiss. “I’ll get the wine ready. See you in a minute.”

As soon as she was gone, Allison captured my mouth with hers and practically raped it. “I’m so fuckin’ horny tonight. Take care of me tonight, Nate.”

I groaned, and filled Debbie’s warm mouth. She eased me through the finish, gently, and cleaned me afterward. I relaxed, and watched her climb up the bed. Allison waited with open arms, and Debbie slid into them, their mouths meeting, as they shared the aftertaste. I watched, rolling onto my side, and rubbing my hand over their naked bodies.

“That’s the one,” Debbie finally said. “Absolutely perfect.” She climbed onto me, kissing me ardently. “I know that was a lot of work. You didn’t have to do it. I appreciate it.”

“You’re worth it,” I told her.

She chuckled. “You never would have said that four weeks ago. You could barely stand me.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you drove me crazy. But you were always Brooke’s friend, and a good one. Don’t think for a second I don’t notice things like that. Your friendship alone earned you that and more.”

“Are we friends now?” she asked softly.

“I think so. Good friends, even if you still are a pain in the ass sometimes.”

She bit my lip, tugging, teasing. “I think so too. Thanks. Beast.”

The wine and dinner was nice. The girls talked about the taste of the food as their treatment wore off. Brooke and I didn’t have that issue.

“What’s your schedule, Deb?” Brooke asked. It was Wednesday. We knew that Allie was good until about midnight.

“Yours ’til you kick me out,” she said, sipping her wine. She chuckled. “So weird, the taste of the wine changing, as the evening wears on.”

“I’ve got clean-up duty,” Allison announced. One of the benefits of having her and Debbie around. They always pitched in.

“Need help?” Debbie asked.

“Nah, I got it. It’s your celebration night, remember? We found your mix.”

Debbie glowed. “Hell yeah. Better’n my birthday.”

She was showing the effects of the second bottle of wine, but hell, we were all among friends. A little buzz never hurt.

It was halfway through number four for the evening, that things took a decided twist. Sweet Allie was riding my face, while my wife was handling things below. I felt Brooke moving for a change of pace, and Allie gasped.

“Bee! That’s so not fair!”

I may not be the all that aware of my surroundings, once the girls get me going, but I knew instantly. “Brooke!

Her face appeared above me, next to her sister’s cute butt, while my cock was being ridden. “Relax baby. She’s not married. I don’t mind. On some of these long nights, I could use a little help sometimes. We won’t be making a habit of it, but every once in a while…”

“I didn’t want that,” I told her, a little irritated. Not that I didn’t enjoy the feeling.

“I know. That’s why I cheated a little.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s been three years for her, baby. Three years. Since before her divorce. I thought she was done with men for good. She needs this.”

“This? Wouldn’t it be better with someone who matters to her? You know, love?”

She shook her head at me. “For a genius, you sure are dense. No, this is perfect for her. Trust me.”

Allison climbed off my face, and snuggled in, pouting. “I can’t believe you,” she snapped at her sister.

“Allie, you know it has to be this way. You love Mike. You’re not going to cheat on him.”

“What if he said it was Ok?” she asked.

“Don’t. Don’t ask. It’s not fair to him. Let’s be happy with what we have, alright?”

Allison popped out her bottom lip. “I don’t have to like it.”

I laughed, cuddling her close, while Debbie did her pogo stick imitation. I opened my arms to Deb, and she laid down on my body, her hips still working away. I got two hands full of soft ass cheek, lifted her, and drove my cock into her body.

“Nate, Nate…” she gasped, and thirty seconds later she was coming. The sisters were encouraging her, caressing her body. I wasn’t ready for the tears that followed.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked nervously.

Brooke gave me another of those looks. “Just hold her, dumbass.”

I did as requested, still hard, it was number four after all. I kissed her face, rubbed her back, and slowly pumped her ridiculously tight pussy. “Thanks, beautiful,” I whispered softly. More friggin’ tear works.

I used her well. She rose up after a bit, riding me hard, then it was back to my arms again, letting me do most of the work. I felt her trembling, and the feel of her coming for me, brought me close.

“Soon,” I whispered, looking over to my wife.

“Inside her,” she answered.

“Really?” I gasped, gripping Deb’s ass, and slamming up into her.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, baby. Really. Please.”

I didn’t bother asking Debbie. She could have moved if she didn’t want it. I was getting a little rougher, pounding her, using her ass like handles to drive her down onto my cock. She was whimpering beautifully, as I slammed home, erupting. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my essence pump out, and into her soft body.”

I guess things got a little weird after that. Brooke took care of me the rest of the evening. Debbie was pretty clingy, tucked into my side, and not moving for hell or high water. Allison was Allison. Wanted a mustache ride after a bit, then insisted on finishing me when I got close with Brooke. My wife let her have that one, since she had to leave soon.

With Allie gone, Brooke got me up again, and insisted I give Debbie a ride, letting her have the bottom. It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but I would have preferred my wife. I think she knew that. I was kneeling upright, Debbie’s muscular legs held open in a large ‘V’ while I plumbed her tightness. I was learning what she liked, and worked her through a couple of smaller orgasms to a nice big one. I took it easy on her, as she came down from that one.

Brooke parked herself behind me, arms embracing me. I felt her lips against my ear. “I owe you for this one,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

I turned and look into her eyes, “You know I’d rather…”

She put her finger over my lips. “Shh. I know. We all know. Still, she needed this.” She kissed my neck. “Lay on her, make love to her, be tender, Ok?”

I took my directions, and did as requested. It wasn’t a difficult task. I’d grown to like her a lot. And physically, she felt awesome. Not too active, but very accommodating.

Debbie’s hands were creatures of curiosity, touching me, running over my skin, squeezing fondling. All over the place. I was still a good way from finishing, and I enjoyed her, kissing her face, pressing my lips against hers, sharing her breath. She came for me a few times, always seemed to be on the edge, moaning sweetly, each stroke forcing her breath out a little. I would feel her nails dig in as she got close, and I’d pound her a bit harder until I pushed her over that edge.

Near my finish, Brooke didn’t even say anything. She simply knelt beside me, and pushed my hips back down when I started to pull back. “I’m close,” I said softly.

“Fill me, darling,” Debbie pleaded.

Sounded like a plan, and I did as she asked, groaning as I drove her into the mattress. When I finished, I was zonked. I laid on top of her for a long time, resting, catching my breath. It seemed her lips never left my skin. When I felt she was uncomfortable, I rolled off of her. Brooke took the initiative to clean me up.

That was the first, and only time so far, that Brooke let anyone spend the night with us in our bed.

I knew things had changed.

* * *

* * *

I woke slowly, worn out from another full dose night. A familiar feeling had been the impetus for my rising. I saw the covers raising up and down, as a talented mouth completed its mission, draining me.

“Best damn alarm clock in the world,” I teased.

“Your presence is required in the analysis room.”

Sigh. I never had signed up for this. A quick shower, not much more than a rinse, and I slipped my robe on. Time to greet the world. A few dozen steps and I was out of the residential wing.

“Good morning, Dr. Greene.”

“Morning Tina. How’s my favorite intern doing this morning?”

She giggled. “I’m not your favorite.”

“Favorite intern,” I repeated.

“Only intern. Doing good, not as good as you today,” she teased.


“Oh yeah. You best get your buns in the analysis room pronto, boss. Wifey’s on a rampage. The Dragon is free.”

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. And the morning had started so well.

Allison walked up to me with a quick drive-by hug, and a kiss on the cheek, as I marched down the hall. “You still alive after last night?”

“No thanks to you,” I teased.

She handed me my mug of coffee, and I watched her walk back to the preparation room. The short dress made the walk a thing of beauty.

I place my hand over the reader, and opened the door when it unlocked. Brooke was standing there, chewing out the receptionist.

“No exceptions! None! I don’t care what her excuse is!”

I wanted to go up and give the young thing a hug and reassure her, but I knew better. If Brooke was this agitated, there had to be a reason.

She turned to me, and I saw her calm down a little. “Sorry I had you woken early,” she said.

“Never mind me, what’s the problem. What can I do?”

She stood and looked through the two way glass in the luxurious ante-room. “Anything wrong with that picture?”

There were four women seated, watching a video. Each had one of our attendants with them, taking notes while the women spoke.

“It’s the first Monday. New group.”

“The Heinz girl canceled, remember? Recognize anyone?”

It was hard to tell, most of them were in profile. I recognized two immediately. I’d been looking forward to their arrival. The brunette had graced enough movie placards to be instantly recognized. The red-headed trophy wife was a repeat. Only our second of those ever. Kind of a surprise if you think about it. The woman in the back turned to speak to her attendant.

“Oh my God. Are you kidding me?”

“I wish I were. No appointment or anything. Waltzed in here like she owned the place.” Brooke was very ‘not’ pleased.

“She give us her referral?”

“Nope. Her head of security said it was top-secret. We had a hell of a time keepin’ him in the lobby. His buddies are at all the exits.”

“Fuck. We don’t need this.”

“No shit. What do you want to do?”

“Let me talk to her, alright?”

“You’re gonna take her, aren’t you?” Brook snapped.

“We do have an opening. She knows. She’s here. All we can do now is damage control.”

“It has nothing to do with who…”

“No. Of course not. I can’t believe you still ask.” I teased.

She cuddled up to me, giving me a soft kiss on the lips. The receptionist had the sense to slip away while the Dragon was distracted. “I can’t help it,” she pouted. “Jesus, look at them!”

“Why, when I have you?” I reminded her.

“You think you can fix this?” she asked, her concern evident.

“No. There’s no fixing this. All we can do is roll with it, and try to minimize the fallout.”

“I’ll have her brought to the Teal Room, when she’s finished. You going to start her on the process?”

“I figure we’re going to have to, don’t you?”

She nodded, and opened up the mini-fridge. “Eat up. I imagine you’re going to need all the help you can get, today.”

I took my dose, sipping my coffee, shaking my head. Of all the dumb luck.

Forty minutes later I was waiting in the small room anxiously. I’d been subjected to a lot these last few years, but nothing had prepared me for this.

I stood as she entered, charm and grace in her every movement. I had an urge to drop to one knee. She smiled opening her arms for an embrace. “The mysterious Dr. Greene. I’m so sorry for intruding like this. I hope you understand. It’s so hard for me to get away from, well, you know. For a week? I had to leap at the opportunity. Forgive me?”

Goosebumps broke out on my skin as she entered my arms, and I received a kiss on the cheek. I took her hands and guided her to the leather chair opposite mine. “Of course, your hi…”

“Dee. Call me Dee, please.” She had a delicious smile. “You’ll be able to fit me in? I understand you only have a very limited number of openings each month.”

God, she was beautiful, and so naturally charming. “Never a doubt, was there? Of course we’d love to accommodate you.” I leaned forward. “You have no referral. May I ask how you found out about us?”

“Research. I have some, uh, rather unique tools at my disposal.”

“Not to seem crass, but how much do you know?”

Her blush was knee-weakening. “I understand you have the ability to help a woman, um… enjoy certain acts. I’d like to be able to give my husband that gift for our first anniversary.”

I smiled. “Dee. We’re very informal here. The level of intimacy required demands that. I hope I don’t offend you.”

“Oh no! Please, Dr. Greene, think of me as just another client. I understand this is your world I’m intruding into. A very, very exclusive clientele. By all means, be frank. I’m not a child.”

“Our clients leave her loving to give blowjobs. Everything about it. In particular the taste. That’s our special niche. Is that what you understood?”

She blushed again, hands absently rubbing each other. “Precisely.”

“You understand how?”

“Some kind of special food, isn’t it?”

“It is. It is customized for most of our clients, so they have the greatest experience possible. It isn’t absolutely necessary, the standard version works quite well and is considerably less expensive.”

She nodded. “The price is no issue. I imagine the customized version is best. I’d like that if possible.”

“This may be a surprise to you. Please understand, all of our clients know what they’re getting into before they get here. Still, over 90% select the customized product. But they know what they’ve signed up for.”

“You make it sound so mysterious. You’re beating around the bush. Please, don’t hold back on my account.”

“Dee, to customized it, you will be required to deliver blowjobs daily for the next week. Multiple.”

I could see the shock set in. “To… to whom?”

“If you had brought your partner, to him of course.”

“But he could never get away! You said ‘if’. There’s an alternative?”

“Yes. There are only two of us. Myself, and Mr. Reed.”

“It… it’s required?”

“Only if you customize. With the standard version, we only require one blowjob, to verify its efficacy on you. I’d be willing to waive that, in your case.”

She was quiet. “Why would 90% choose customization, if that’s true?”

“I’d suggest you speak with one of the advisors. My wife would be happy to explain it.”

“I don’t have to decide now?”

“I’ll need your response in the next few hours. The customization process involves three other clients this session, you understand. Any delay would affect them as well. We can’t afford to waste a day.”

“I… I believe I would like to speak with someone, if it’s not too much trouble.”

I stood. “Wait here, please. If you need anything, you only have to press the buzzer. The back door goes to a restroom, if you are so inclined. Someone will be with you very shortly.”

Outside the door, I was having trouble catching my breath. My palms were sweating. I wasn’t there 10 seconds before the sisters braced me. “What’s the deal?” Brooke asked.

“She doesn’t know much. Came in her basically blind.”

Allison laughed. “You’re fuckin’ kidding me!”

“Not at all. She wants to understand why customization is such a popular option. Could one, or both of you speak with her.”

“Sure,” Brooke said. “She got to you, didn’t she?”


Allison giggled. “We get it.” She turned and faced her sister. “He hasn’t been like this since the second month.”

Brooke laughed. “Oh, yeah. That was a hoot.” She gave me a hug. “Just another woman, remember that. I saved Hollywood for you, she’s in the Rose Room. Mike has the other two. No partners this time. That’s starting to become a disturbing pattern.”

They walked past me through the door I’d just departed, and I continued a few steps down the hall.

“Dr. Greene,” the stunning brunette said, her perfect smile illuminating her face. “I’m so damn excited, thank you for handling me personally.”

I accepted her hug, and she gave me a nice little kiss. “You understand the process?”

She nodded. “Signed everything. Now I’m a nervous Nelly. Like my first time on stage.”

I opened my robe, removing it and placing it over the chair. “You’ve already taken your first treatment?”

She was peeling her clothing off. “Less than 10 minutes ago. God, I can’t wait to find out if it’s true.”

“You can leave your clothing on,” I said.

“I’d rather not, if that’s Ok? Weird bein’ fully clothed with you nekkid and all.”

“More than Ok. Thank you.”

She giggled, dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth. “Thank you,” she mumbled around my hardening cock.”

Ten minutes later she was gazing up at me in that familiar adoration I still hadn’t grown used to. “My God. You are a genius! And you say it gets better?”

“Almost always. There’s about a 5% chance that the first sample is very close to your optimum mix.”

“Mmmm,” she purred, now sitting in my lap, her naked body curled up so cutely. “Can we do it again?”

I kissed her lips. “We most definitely will. This afternoon. After you’ve been suitably spoiled for the day. First, we need you to meet with the analyst, who will collect the information necessary before making your first custom variation.”

“How long? I mean, if I wanted to do it again, how long would it last.”

I held her body in my arms. The whole world would be jealous if they knew. “It’s only a trial dose. It lasts less than an hour. You’re regular treatment will usually give you two to three hours of enjoyment. We’ll know before you leave.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Incredible. I… I want to thank you for taking me on. It’s a pretty rarefied group, I reckon.”

“Less than 50 a year, worldwide.”

She turned and cuddled in. I pulled my robe around her shoulders. To this day, I have no idea why so many of them respond this way. The need for closeness, intimacy. Almost universal. It clearly had something to do with Brookiana. Without it, they were nothing like this. But years of research still couldn’t explain it.

“Not a bargain though, is it?” she teased.

“We’ve yet to have a client who didn’t believe it was worth it,” I reminded her.


“Not yet. The lovely red-head with you today? She’s here for the second time. New husband, new mix.”

“I don’t understand that part. If it’s customized for my husband, why isn’t he the one here with me?”

I thought that was a strange comment. “He was certainly welcome. It actually makes it much easier.”

“Really? But Jenni… my sponsor said I had to come alone.”

Shit. “No dear. I’m sorry there was any confusion. If you’d like we could reschedule you when he’s available.”

She didn’t think it over long. “We’ve already started. I’d hate to have to wait another six months on the list. We can do it without him, right?

“Certainly. It’s why you’re required to provide a semen sample ahead of time. We analyze it and compare the results, extrapolating the differences from our baseline. When you leave here, you’ll have a mixture that is dead-on perfect 95% of the time. You’ll also have three variants which you’ll be asked to test with your partner. There is a small chance one will be even better. Let us know if that’s your case. You’ll be only the eleventh person to need the final adjustment.”

“Sure you wouldn’t like to go again?” she asked, nibbling my neck.

“I’d love to, but I’d be doing you a disservice.” The 15 minutes winding down period was near complete. “Please, let’s get dressed and get you ready for the geek squad. They’ll do their magic, and I’ll see you promptly at 4:00 pm.”

She turned in my lap, delivering a toe-curling kiss. I accepted it graciously. I was expecting it. “Thank you, Dr. Greene,” she whispered.

“Nathan. Please call me Nathan,” I snuck a look at my notes, “Angel.” Part of the process was to give each of them their very own affectionate little nickname.”

She grinned for me. “Am I going to be your Angel for the next week, Nathan?”

“I sincerely hope so.”

* * *

I left the room, and had a cold juice, straight from greenhouse number 7. I always needed a few minutes after the first test.

Allison found me. “C’mon, lady like that is not used to waiting.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me along.

“She’s staying?”

“Never a doubt was there? Not once they know.”

Still hard to wrap my brain around. I entered the Teal room, and my wife got up, and gave me a kiss. Her lips brushed my ear, “Gentle with this one.”

She closed the door behind her, and I could see how nervous our guest was. “Relax, Dee. Please.”

“God, I screwed up, didn’t I. Waltzing in here unannounced, like I knew everything.”

I smiled and held her hand. “It’s fine. We’re happy you’re here. Truly. We want the best for you.”

“Your wife is very kind.”

I almost laughed. If she’d seen her earlier, she wouldn’t be saying that. When the Dragon is wakened, it’s a scary thing. “The brains behind all of this.”

Dee smiled. Damn, such a beautiful smile. Not that I, and the rest of the world, hadn’t seen it a million times. “You’re far too modest, Dr. Greene. She made it very clear who the resident genius is.”

“A little discovery. This? Our little enterprise? That’s the women.”

“Your wife and her sister?”

“And their best friend. The three of them. I’m just along for the ride.” Conversation was good at this point, calming.

“Brooke, she said, we would be starting immediately.” Our guest was blushing mightily.

“Yes. A quick test, and then an afternoon of spoiling before we do our first experiment.”

“I… I should do it now?”

“As long as you’re Ok with it, now would be good.”

She nodded. “I don’t have much experience. Almost none.”

I chuckled. “That’s part of why you’re here, isn’t it. We’ll have training sessions, and bring you up to speed.”

She nodded. “I’m embarrassed,” she admitted quietly.

“If I may be so bold, please, come here, sit on my lap.”

She did, and I held her, my arms trembling. “You’re shaking,” she whispered.

“You’re incredible,” I confessed.

I saw the little smile. “Please, my researchers have shown me who walks through your doors. I’m a plain old city girl.”

“You make my heart race. Your charm, beauty, grace, it’s devastating.”

She leaned into me. “Dr. Greene! I thought this would be purely professional!” she teased.

“Ninety percent of the time it is.”

“And with me it isn’t?” Her hand slid inside the front of my robe.

“No. Purely pleasure, on my part. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

She laughed, and kissed my cheek. “I sincerely doubt that. I’ve seen the video testimonials.”

I reached down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She watched quietly. “I… I didn’t know that was necessary.”

“It isn’t. Stop me if you must,” I whispered, nibbling her ear lobe.

“This is all private, correct? Nobody will ever know.”

“Only your presence is known to the others here. What goes on behind closed doors is absolutely secret. You have my word.”

I was peeling her shirt off, and she helped me. My hand gravitated to her bra enclosed breast. I heard the rush of her breath. “Dr. Greene,” she gasped.

“Nathan,” I reminded her. “I’m going to undress you now, and then I’ll remove my robe. After that, you’re going to suck my cock.”

She nodded timidly. “You’ll show me?”

“I doubt I’ll need to. I’m certain you’ll pull it off with the grace and panache you manage with everything else.”

I kissed her then. Kissed those lips. Felt her tongue against mine. Melded with her, while I removed her bra, exposing her august breasts. She trembled as I lifted her off my lap. She stood nervously, while I removed my robe. I sat back down, hips thrust forward. “On your knees, please.” It felt sacrilegious just to say it.

She didn’t hesitate. Her hand moved to my shaft, stroking it.

“You took your treat, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“Then it’s time,” I glanced at my notes. Somebody had a sense of humor. No, Princess was not going to be her nickname. “baby girl.”

She looked up at me, and put her lips over my cock.

“Stop. Don’t start like that. Relax, become familiar with it. Learn it, love it. Tease me a little first, only then should I be graced with the wonder of your mouth.”

She changed before my eyes, her regal veil falling away, replaced with a young woman’s curiosity. She held it, tilted one way than another. Brushed it against her face. Her lips pressed against the shaft lightly before her tongue reached out and teased me. I groaned.

She backed off. “Did I do something wrong?”

I chuckled. “Not at all, baby. You did something very right. I knew you’d be a natural.”

She grinned. “You liked that?”


She licked me, slowly the full length. “And that?”


Several minutes she spent, learning to tease, observing my reactions, playing me. She was adventurous, pulling the skin, shaking, squeezing. Kissing and licking. She knelt upright and pressed my shaft between her breasts. Rubbed her nipple over the head. An absolute natural. Wouldn’t it figure? Blessed.

“More,” I suggested.

She looked up. “My mouth?”


Her lips captured me, just the tip, her tongue playing before she tested her ability to take more. I groaned, and her eyes, those magnificent eyes, lifted up, watching me, dancing with humor and joy. She knew now that the groans were in appreciation.

My third of the day. That usually meant a good 15 minutes or more, but not today. Not with her.

She pulled off. “Tell me what to do. If I do anything wrong.”

“It’s perfect. I swear. Very few others can make me feel like this.”

She grinned. “That’s quite the compliment, isn’t it Nathan?”

“The truth. Please, I need to feel your mouth.”

She took me eagerly, and although her technique was weak, her energy and desire made up for much. Her mere presence was the kicker.

“Shortly, Dee. I’ll come for you. Have you done this before? Had a man come in your mouth?”

She kept sucking, but shook her head no.

“You’ll feel it when I do. I want you to turn your head slightly when you feel me coming for you, and take it against the inside of your cheek, not down your throat or you might choke. Can you do that for me?”

Though I’d said it a few times before, and practiced it, I had difficulty getting the words out.

She nodded, looking up at me with those fabulous mesmerizing eyes.

“Hold it in your mouth afterward. At least five seconds before you swallow. Understand?”

She nodded again.

“Finish me, baby girl.”

She moved faster, her head bobbing up and down, her hair bouncing sexily. I took her hand and placed it on my shaft below her mouth, and she started stroking me, a little awkwardly to be honest. Didn’t matter.

“Soon,” I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust against her.

A few more seconds, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I never wanted it to end, but nature determined otherwise. “Now,” I gasped.

She pulled back and did as I suggested. I erupted in her mouth as if I hadn’t come in a week. She gamely held on, swallowing once, but holding the rest. She pulled her mouth back when I’d finished.

“Show me.”

She looked up at me, eyes sparkling, and opened her mouth, displaying the milky deposit.

“Close your eyes. Savor it a moment. Got it?”

She nodded, eyes tightly shut. I caressed the ivory skin of her face.

“Perfect, now swallow.”

She did, then opened her eyes smiling. “God, it’s true. All true.”

I helped her stand up, unbuttoned and unzipped her sheath skirt. Pulled it down her legs, and peeled her pantyhose down. Her hand rested on my shoulder, while I removed her panties, and helped her step out of them. I sat back in my chair, and drew her into my lap.

I saw the look. That look. From her. I held her close, bathing in it. She clung to me. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“My pleasure,” I teased.

I caressed her body, while she cuddled in, kissing my body, my shoulders, my neck. My lips.

“Was I Ok?” she asked softly.

“I’ll let you know when I wake from this dream, baby girl.”

She giggled, while I fondled her. “Am I really your baby girl, Nathan?”

So predictable, so wonderfully predictable. “All week long.”

“Could we… could we do it again?”

Sometimes exceptions must be made. “I’d love that.”

She did better, and I lasted longer. Twenty minutes later, I was cuddling her, brushing her hair back. Full adoration mode had kicked in, and I wasn’t going to fight it. I mean, seriously. Who would?

“We must get dressed now. The analysts will be waiting to take your comments, and prepare your next batch.”

She pouted, and kissed me hard. “Later?”

“Yes, 4:30 pm. I’m looking forward to it.”


“Absolutely. Go on now. Put some clothing on you little harlot,” I teased.

She gave me a tender slap. “Is that anyway to talk to your baby girl?”

“When she’s naughty? You bet. Clothing. At least until you hit the spa.”

She laughed, such an endearing laugh, and dressed. I escorted her out of the room, where her attendant was waiting. The young woman glared at me. “We’re late.”

I pulled Dee’s face to mine, and kissed her. “Soon, baby girl. I’m counting the minutes.”

She kissed me back, and I saw her veil reappear, as she stood straight, once again, a little more than human.

Brooke was beside me within moments. “Forty-five minutes?”

I blushed. “Sorry.”

She shook her head, but she was smiling. “Full seduction pattern, I imagine.”

“It seemed appropriate,” I confessed.

“God, you’re such a man.”

“Your man.”

She nodded. “Don’t forget it.”

Yolanda appeared at my side, tapping her clipboard. I sighed. The responsibilities that came with being a figurehead. I gave my wife a quick kiss, and started my rounds.

“Kitchen, Allison wants to show you the latest results in blister-pack MM,” Yolanda read.

Allison was professional in her domain. Resisted teasing me which I knew was difficult. The women might ride me ragged, but in the business setting, she maintained her managerial demeanor.

“What do you think?” She said, placing the pack in my hands.

Six inches by four, the sheet contained four single served Miracle Mess one hour servings. “Shelf life?” I asked

“Thirty days,” she said grinning.

“Thirty days? How? I thought we were limited to two weeks?”

She leaned back against the counter, basking in her success. “You’re not the only staff genius, you know.”

I took her in my arms, profession appearance or not. Gave her a huge kiss, crushing her to my chest. “You never cease to amaze me, Allie. What would I do without you?”

She laughed. “Teach mediocre students, and hide out in your old greenhouse.”

I stole another kiss, and thanked her staff, before Yolanda was tapping her clipboard again. “Dr. Greene…” she urged.

She lead me to the lab, where Debbie was standing before the centrifuge. Never one to stand on protocol, she leaned back against me as I wrapped my arms around her. My hands settled over her swollen belly.

“Any news?”

She laughed. “Nothing like Allie. First Mondays are always a pain, with all the rush work to handle our guests.”

She turned, her arms around my neck, belly pressed against me. “I think we’ve narrowed down another of the base combinations.”

“How man does that make?”

“Eight so far. Linda is convinced there are no more than twelve.”

I looked over to where her chief scientist was seated, watching us with a grin on her face. “Twelve?”

Linda nodded. “With these eight, we achieve a 90% efficacy for,” she glanced at her paper. “approximately 82% of our clients. I believe with ten we’ll surpass 90/90.”

“Almost makes full customization obsolete,” I observed.

She shook her head adamantly. “Of course not! Nothing beats perfection. There will always be clients willing to pay dearly for that last 10%. It will allow us to provide the customization much quicker.”

Debbie patted my bottom. “We’ll talk later. You’re behind, and we’ve got to deal with the first test results. Get moving, handsome.”

I allowed her to chase me from her lab, and Yolanda fell in step, as we headed to the greenhouses. As my personal assistant, and fellow botanist, this was her domain. She gave me quick updates as we passed through the eight minor buildings, being seen, and chatting with the workers.

Heading toward the final building, I was once more reminded of the extent of security that Brooke insisted on for our crown jewels. I pressed my hand to the glass beside the entrance, and greeted Jewel, our head of security. She waved me in with a grin, and I passed through the second doors, into the greenhouse. I waited patiently as Yolanda stripped, walk naked through the anteroom, and dressed in the proscribed skin-tight leotard. She joined me within a couple of minutes, and I walked through the aisles of Lymania Brookiana in various stages of growth. The harvesting was in the 3rd quadrant but I was more interested in the business behind the secondary door at the end.

We identified ourselves and passed through. “Any changes?” I asked.

She shook her head. “None of the hybrids are displaying the characteristics we desire so far. I have great hopes for the H133′s.”

There were no workers present. Only Yolanda and I were allowed in this room. I inspected the charts. “No problems holding down the fort this week? You know how bad it gets for me.”

She laughed. “Don’t go looking for pity from me, Dr. Greene. I saw who walked through the doors today.”


“Yes sir.”

I’m not going to give up. I’ll get her to call me by my name someday. “Everything looks in order. Anything else scheduled before lunch?”

She shook her head. “Spa visit from 2:00 to 3:00, then prep for our guests.”

We headed out, “Sir?”


“Are you content with my performance?”

I almost stumbled. “More than content. What brings that on?”

“You know my second year review is in two weeks. Full benefits. Do you have any concerns that would interfere with my advancement?”

“Hardly. You’re doing a damn good job of making yourself irreplaceable.”

I lost her on the way out, as she went through the inspection and clothing change again, to ensure that nothing went in or out of the building. We picked up where we’d left off on our way across the grounds.

“I’m entitled to customization as part of the benefits,” she said quietly.

So that’s where this was going. “You’ve certainly earned it.”

She grinned. “A quarter million dollar bonus? Isn’t that the going rate?”

“I repeat. You’re worth every penny.”

“Sir, would you be willing to be my agent for customization?”

“I thought you had a young man?” I reminded her. Unless things had changed.

“The standard mixture works quite well with him.”

I stopped, and turned to her. “You’re losing me here Yolanda.”

For perhaps the first time ever, her cool, controlled persona slipped. “Brooke and Debbie both believe I could be a managerial asset. At a level with them, with your approval.”

“Indeed you could. You all but run the Greenery as is.”

“They’d be willing to cede me a share, if I would take the job.”

Big surprise. I was shocked that my wife hadn’t brought it up.

“I’ve asked them to keep it secret, while I thought it out. I never expected to be here past the first year, and my doctoral thesis.”

“I’m pleased you decided to stay. You must know that.”

She nodded, and I got the biggest surprise of the day. She moved close to me, her hand resting on my arm. She gazed up into my eyes, hesitant, nervous. “It would include membership in the ‘club’, if you were willing. Would you be willing, N…Nathan?”

“The club?”

“Brooke, Debbie, Allison. Your women.”

“Allison is not my woman, Yolanda.”

She nodded. “Those with intimacy privileges,” she said softly, closing the gap between us, until her body pressed against mine.”

“They’ve discussed this with you?”

She nodded. “I… would stay, take the role, commit myself fully, if you would accept me. I would be honored.”

I reached out to her, my hand brushing her cheek, watching her lean into my touch. I’d never been familiar with her. This came as a total surprise to me. “I need to confirm this with my wife, you understand.”

She nodded, face upturned, eyes blazing. How had I not known how she felt?

I held her chin, and pressed my lips against hers gently. A first for us. I felt the tremors pass through her body. “The honor would be mine.”

Her eyes misted, and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her clipboard was digging painfully into my back, but I ignored it, hugging her in return. “Two weeks until you’re review?”

“Yes…Nathan,” she whispered.

“Let’s get through this week, and we’ll move it up to next Monday. No need to observe protocol on this.”

She pressed her head against my shoulder. “Thank you. I won’t let you down, I promise.”

“I know that. It’s fitting. You have the responsibilities, only appropriate you have the title and benefits.”

She pulled away, wiping her eyes. She checked her watch. “You’re tardy, Dr. Greene. You’ll be late for lunch if you dither any longer.”

I laughed, giving her a quick kiss, surprising her. “Time spent with my favorite botanist is never dithering.”

She grinned and gave me swat on the rear with her clipboard. “Go! I won’t have the club angry with me. Not now!”

I laughed as I headed to the veranda for what should be an interesting discussion.

* * *

Lunch was us five. The sisters, Mike, Deb and me. I took a lot of teasing. It was worth it.

Mike was glowing. “I only wish it was more than twice a year,” he whined.

I had no sympathy. “It’s your business. You could take more time off. I’d appreciate the help.”

He glanced at his wife, who was enjoying the garden’s produce. “I told you, it’s fine by me. Not like we can’t afford it.”

Mike nodded. “Four weeks a year wouldn’t hurt the business. Rodney’s pretty much up to speed by now. You sure you wouldn’t mind?”

I laughed. “I’d welcome it. Believe me.”

We were almost finished when the little ones came rushing in. Their daughter, Heather, a six year old heart-breaker, led the way, three year old David, toddling along on her heels. Brooke turned and captured our son, devouring him in kisses.

I looked around our estate, from the porch where we ate. Our guests were relaxing poolside, before their spa appointments. Two of the four were topless. I had no doubt all three would be by the end of the week. Debbie got up, and came over to give me a kiss. I rubbed her swollen belly. “Back to the lab for me. I wish just a couple of them would bring their significant others. Make my life so much easier.”

“Poor baby. Do I need to remind you whose idea this was? Couldn’t keep one little secret could you?”

She blushed. “Like you have room to complain. Especially this week.”

“I’d give it all up tomorrow.” Small lie, I’d give it all up at the end of the week. I was going to enjoy this one.

“No way, Jose. We made a deal. Four years to go, then whatever we want,” Brooke said, rocking our son in her lap.

Debbie gave me a quick kiss. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much this afternoon.”

I turned toward the sisters. “Yolanda?”

Brooke blushed. “She finally got up the guts, huh?”

“What’s this about ‘club’ membership?”

The two sisters grinned at each other. “She’s been in love with your for two years,” Brooke said. “We haven’t had anyone working with us with a tenth of her talent. Seems a small price to pay to keep her on staff.”

“Price to pay? You’re pimping me out!”

Allison leaned over and grabbed my arm. “C’mon, Nate. We know you like her. It’s no big deal. She’s a perfect fit.”

I shook my head. “What a mess. I don’t need any more complications.”

“She’s not a complication. She’s an asset. Please consider it.”

I find out my wife had been cheating with my best friend for ten years.

This story has everything nasty you don’t want to read. It is a cheating wife, a cuck husband, lies, retribution, lesbian sex, black girl/white girl and black girl/white man sex, possible incest and maybe a little orgy too. Did I forget to mention light bondage, reluctance, blackmail, cock sucking, cum drinking, pussy eating, pregnancy, anal, pregnant sex, and I am sure that there is something else to piss people off.

It also has a very stupid man.


My name is Delano Collins and I am a rich employer and I am an asshole, ask anyone. They will tell you that since my wife was caught cheating on me I have become a monster, especially to women.

The fucking slut was my first and only and I took her cherry and she got mine. But my best friend, some years older than us, got to her before I could get a second bite of the apple and she loved it, from him.

The first always sucks for two virgins. For me it was too fast and for her it was pain and nothing else. Well the damn condom broke and then came off when we did it. When he got to her he at least knew how to fuck, Donna was already healed from the first fuck and tearing of her cherry and that is what they did until she turned up pregnant and I got the privilege of marrying the slut. He had been pumping cum into her daily, but I did not find that out for a long time. But it gets worse.

Ten years later she finally said she wanted to do both of us, my best friend Jim and I, at the same time and actually tried to but I said “fuck no” and that is when I learned from them that they had been fucking almost daily since he first did her more than ten years ago, less than a week after I took her cherry. No, I never had any idea she was fucking him until she and he told be after their botched threesome attempt. Hell she even fucked him when she had her period and if he did not want that she would give him her ass or would suck him off because she did not want him to go without. I went without all the fucking time. What a friend Jim was. What a fucking cheating cunt Donna was. I never got her ass or a blow job, not ever.

I filed for divorce and she demanded child support and all the other stuff and of course Jim was there to support her, I was counting on that.

Court was interesting. First it was a public record and second transcripts could be freely distributed without reference to invasion of privacy or defamation laws. But as it turned out even I was surprised at the depth of their betrayal.

I took the stand and was able to say on the record what I wanted to say to her; and since she and good ole Jim was there I could say it to them both at the same time and they could not leave as my lawyer had them both under subpoena. They could not answer back until I left the witness stand.

The issue became one of support and that was an issue for the equity side of the court so I was able to get a lot of bullshit in.

“Donna, I don’t have any idea what you were thinking. We were both virgins and then you went off and had sex with Jim. You kept having sex with him until you found out you were pregnant. You refused to have sex with me after that first time until after we were married, so I had sex with you once and Jim did you at least twice a day for more than two months. It was not until we got married, then it was only our wedding night that you had sex with me again. That was my second time to have sex and I knew I was not very good but thinking back I now know that you sure as hell were experienced, but I was too stupid to realize it then. You could have at least helped me out with a suggestion or two.

“Of course sex with me was not good. We should have been learning together, experimenting together. Reading books and laughing at the pictures and trying it out until we got it right. We should have been renting some porn to see all the things that get done and experimented with them ourselves. Maybe even gotten some kinky things and experimented with that too. But you already had someone to do that with, my good friend JIM! I now realize you already knew all about anal so if we had done it you would have had to admit that an open ass was not because you had been passing some real big turds recently.

“I just realized that my best friend Jim drove you to the wedding. Deny it if you can my devoted wife, you married me with his cum in you? [Donna only looked down as did Jim; they denied nothing.] Shit, other than the first time was I ever first?

“I was working ten to twelve hours a day and my good friend Jim was there with you, helping you out around the house and with the landscaping. As a landscaper he had a lot of free time. Now I understand why you only wanted sex at night with all the lights out, and never in the morning before I left for work, that way I was fucking in his cum wasn’t I? You immediately went and cleaned yourself out after you were with me but you sure as hell did not do that with him. You wanted to be fresh for Jim and took a shower in the mornings and I got sloppy seconds at night every time, which was not all that often. You never took a shower before you and I had sex in the evening, you were too tired to have a shower then. But then again I never saw your naked body so he could mark you up and I would never see it.

“Damn Donna how many times did I eat you with Jim fresh inside of you? Shit you did not have a problem helping me learn to eat your pussy!

“I was going to school at night, running home to be a good husband and taking care of you and the baby and you just kept fucking good ole buddy of mine, Jim.

“I was taking care of you when you were pregnant, but you did not feel like sex you said, but you were fucking Jim every day. So I cared for you and he fucked you and me at the same time.”

During the hearing on child support I served Jim with an alienation of affection complaint, changed the grounds of the divorce to adultery, and denied parentage of June, which just happened to be the name of Jim’s mother, as I found out during the hearing. I had been waiting for them, it was an ambush.

I had some video and lots of audio. I had been planning to leave the whore a few months before but when I heard about her wanting both of us at the same time, well that was great for the viewing audience; her asking and demanding and me saying no. I heard them planning to try and get it so I stuck around to get it on video. No I was not fucking her during those months after I found out, and she did not even notice.

How did I find out? That was an accident. I had little tape recorders all over the house, no one paid attention to them. I used them for work and school, and I was still studying because Donna wanted me to have this promotion so she could make me buy her a bigger house. I guess her and Jim needed more room. I was working so much I hardly spent any time at the house. Jim sure spent time there. The grounds looked great as he had to pretend he was doing something when he was fucking Donna.

Well I got a new small recorder and evidently it had something called VOS. How the hell did I know that it means “Auto Voice Recording?” How the hell do they get Auto Voice Recording from VOS? You guessed it, they talked and I listened. Soon all the recorders everyone was so used to seeing lying around were all VOS and I had it all. Toward the end I got crazy and put in video too.

Shit, my good friend was at my house every day fucking my wife. I had days of their fucking and bad mouthing me. My good friend and my loving wife loved to belittle me and ridicule me. Hell they fucked when I was there. I would be doing the cooking on the grill and one would go one way into the house and Jim would head out the side to go and get something out of the truck and they would have a quickie. They thought it was funny to hit the garage from different directions and knock off a fast fuck of less than five minutes and then leave and come back to me with Donna full of Jim’s cum. She would kiss me after she sucked him off too; she said that it got her so hot that she had to find a way to fuck Jim again. The recordings were crystal clear.

One time I heard, on one of the recordings, him ask her if I had recently screwed Donna because he did not want sloppy seconds and Donna said: “You know I would never do that TO YOU.” They both laughed about it. Hell, they even went into June’s room and fucked more than once and no June was not there; not my baby.

You are beginning to get a feel for how deep the betrayal went and how deep my desire to get revenge went to meet it.

It was then during my testimony that I got a real surprise when my daughter said from the audience.

“But dad, mom said you knew all about it. Mom said I should not talk about it because it would make you sad to know that I knew.” June said.

A little more information came out and it was determined that June did not have a memory of Jim and Donna NOT having sex. Her earliest memories were of “Uncle” Jim and Donna NAKED and KISSING. She saw them doing things she never saw her mother and I doing. I did not believe in kids seeing sex, they grew up fast enough as it was. The other reason is she was doing things with Jim she said she would never do with me and if she started to and already knew how to do them when she did them with me I, even as stupid and blind as I was, might figure it out that she was a cheating whore. Ok, she did not exactly say that last part, that one I figured out on my own. Evidently seeing mommy and “Uncle” Jim in the saddle was just a “ho hum” moment for her, she had seen it so many times, like daily.

“June you never told me anything.” I yelled.

“I’m sorry daddy, I just did not – - well mom said that” and June stopped talking.

“I’m glad you did not get your grandmother’s name, you are worse than your mother. You mother and Jim stabbed me in the back, you stabbed me in the heart.” I told her.

I looked at my attorney and said “burn the bitch down.”

I saw the eyes of my attorney, they glowed almost red and I am sure somewhere on his body the number 666 appeared. I think he actually came in his pants he was so excited. He lived for this. I had just offered him fresh red bloody meat and he was actually salivating so much he was dripping on his tie.

I know that a lot of people call lawyers bad names and say they are blood suckers and would eat their own young but I feel that those who express that should only use nice, friendly, loveable lawyers. Me, I want one that has just consumed his own newborn for breakfast and is looking for my opponents for desert. You have the warm fuzzy lawyer, not me.

Then I looked at June, then ten years old, and Jim and Donna. “That is no longer my daughter. She is definitely a product of a lying cheating whore and a back stabbing piece of shit that pretended to be my friend. Hell, you piece of shit you couldn’t even quit fucking her after we were married.”

I was almost held in contempt of court but I later found that the judge had been raped during his divorce and hated a cheating wife.

On the spot my attorney, who was loaded for bear, amended the Petition to add a cause of action for Fraud, plus, in the alternative to the divorce, seeking an annulment. He added recovery of all sums spent on raising THEIR daughter, the value of my support for Donna under the theory that I never would have supported her to be another man’s whore and raise their kid if they did not commit fraud to get me to marry her, denial of all support and I sought the damages be confirmed to be fraud, so that they could not be discharged in bankruptcy.

June never came back to court after a stipulation was entered that Jim and Donna had been having intimate conduct in front of June from her earliest memories, which had to be at least eight years. I never saw June again.

A little recess for lunch and at one thirty a few more witness came to the stand, including the DNA report and birth records showing June to be a full term baby and the sample from June did not have my DNA in it. I had submitted it to the lab a few months before the divorce was filed. I remember the day that I got the kit. My secretary Susan was surprised but went over the instructions with me. I told June that I needed to check her for the flu and I needed her to rub the stick with a cotton ball at the end on her inner cheek. She was pissed and took the stick and ran into her room, slamming the door. Seconds later she came out and angrily thrust it into my hands. She then signed the little paper for me. I did not understand why she was so mad, but who can figure children at ten; especially girls.

After the negative DNA on June from me, Donna’s attorney immediately surrendered and stipulated that Jim was the father. That was enough. That means Donna was pregnant with Jim’s baby when she married me.

I already had the financial documents to show reasonable value of the home, food, clothing and her car and all the other shit Donna just had to have for herself as well as for June. Funny that good ole Jim never contributed anything except sperm and dirty sheets, to our household. I added interest to it.

You know the rest. June was not mine, I did not have to pay support but I was restrained from seeing her, like I ever fucking wanted to see the conniving duplicitous little bitch. An annulment was entered in the court records and the birth certificate was amended to show Jim as the father and my name, first and last name was removed from the records. Donna and Jim’s attorney was shell shocked, he was a nice guy type of attorney. His case had turned to shit in front of him. He had managed to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory, or so he thought. He even stipulated to immediate entry of judgment, just to be a nice guy.

But that was only the beginning.

I bankrupted Jim and took everything he had for his support contribution for ten years plus the alienation of affection suit and his complicity in the fraud which resulted in my marrying his whore and raising his kid, all with his knowledge and participation. I guess I was lucky that Donna had some problems and then could not have any more children or I would have been raising a bunch of the whore’s bastards. My attachment of his assets did not pay the entire judgment, it hardly put a dent in it, and a fraud judgment cannot be discharged in bankruptcy. Each year it would grow at the interest rate established at law for unpaid judgments, usually ten percent.

The debt would follow him and Donna for the rest of their lives as I made sure to renew it every ten years. Donna ate it big time too. The granting of the annulment means she was not entitled to alimony either, plus she had to pay for the value of the support SHE received for over ten years, which included fair rental value of the house I bought, food, clothing, and punitive damages and added to that was the amount she owed to me for raising HER AND JIM’S DAUGHTER! She tried to argue the value of her services to the home and the judge just laughed at her and told her a fake wife, screwing someone else every day in the family home and contributing nothing but occasional sloppy seconds and having him eat Jim’s leavings was not worth anything to the husband, then he doubled her amount owed to me as additional punitive damages. I had no obligation to keep the house, so I sold it and I got all the money.

After the decision I spoke with Donna and Jim, they wanted a word with me. It did not go as they planned.

“You stole my youth, you stole my innocence, and you took more than ten years of my life. I intend to make sure no matter where you go that everyone knows what and who you are. For the rest of your lives everyone you work with, every neighbor you have, every church you go to, every club you join, will be provided with transcripts of the hearing and the evidence. How many men will want to socialize with either of you, especially a back stabbing piece of shit like you Jim? How many wives will accept a cheating whore like you around their husbands? But then again Donna, being the three team slut she is, she will get more than enough friends. You can always try swinging like Donna wanted and maybe you can get AIDS and experience a slow and painful death. You stole my life and now I am going to take the rest of yours in payment. But you will know I am taking it, minute by minute, you will dread the new day knowing what you will see when people look at you and know what you are.” I told them.

Donna went running out of the court house crying and Jim just looked at me as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. I’m sure that isn’t how they expected this little conversation to go when they asked for it.

Pursuant to the judgment entered that day, this was the last night they would spend in my house and Jim would spend it with her, now without my potential interference. He had this landscaping business with about ten guys working for him. He did not worry about the judgment yet, he was numb and he figured this would work itself out. He did not have millions of dollars and figured he would just hide assets until I forgot about it.

While he was outside the courtroom having a few words from me someone had waived a bloody dying rat in front of my lawyer and he followed the bait. First he followed it to the court clerk where he got thirty ‘abstract of judgment’ needed to actually collect money. Then using them he got thirty writs of attachment.

Then he followed the dying rat to the Marshal’s office where he paid to have them served the next morning, some even sooner, on the bank accounts of good ole Jim as well as on all of his other assets. See I knew Jim for years and knew everything about his secrets, except his fucking my wife. At nine the next morning five different banks were hit all at once. We cleaned his accounts out. We did not even let checks that were going to come in to get paid. I got close to a million dollars, most of it hidden and with no taxes paid on it. We also got bundles of the stuff from safe deposit boxes. And it was tax free to me because it was recovery of past payments by me, as in recovery of capital, which was not taxable.

When good ole Jim’s workers went to their respective places of work that day following court they were met by a Marshal who demanded from the business they went to service all of the money the client’s owed to ole Jim as part of the attachment. When they got the money they took all of the tools and the truck and any equipment of Jim’s that they could find. His workers had to find their own way home. The Marshal even took the employee cell phones which were bought by Jim’s business.

A nice man called a “keeper” was put in Jim’s office and all mail and any money that came in went to him to pay the judgment and this lasted for the next two weeks, until the money quit flowing from Jim’s clients, who were not getting any service as ole Jim did not have any trucks, tools or employees. A keeper was also assigned to each bank to collect all money that came into his accounts for the next two weeks.

The morning after that court day we were moving at flank speed and ole Jim was just having his wakeup coffee for the last time in my home. Since Jim owned his building I attached that too, and took everything but the walls and the chair the “keeper” was using. I even sold the phone number of his business to another landscaper who was in competition with Jim, so now all calls to Jim went to his competition. I did the same with the cell phone numbers of Jim’s employees on the possibility that they were doing business on the side and had people call them. I even sold the business name, and website so anyone who looked it up would be directed to the new buyers landscaping site with a note that Jim was no longer in business.

Jim should have spent the night at his house instead of mine with the whore Donna, because then he would have known that a writ of attachment was already served that evening and everything but the walls, ceilings and floors was taken. The officers knocked, rang the bell and when no one answered they broke the door down and I had movers take everything to impound. They even took Jim’s special safe; that I happened to know about and tool great pride in disclosing as it was behind a false wall, which I just happened to open for them. I got the cash from the safe and the drugs were booked as evidence. Jim was going to have a little problem with that drug stuff. A pound of cocaine and two pounds of Marijuana is not a minor offense. Hell the Marshal’s even took the carpets.

Jim was arrested the next day and did not have money for a lawyer; he used a public offender. Yes I know it is a defender but I just like offender better.

I filed a Lis Pendens and locked up any attempt to sell the house or his office. The bank went nuts. I took over the payments on the house and office building then sold them.

In less than twenty four hours following the judgment Donna went from a millionaire’s whore to the slut of a very poor and broken man awaiting trial for a number of crimes. I was loving every minute of it.

The three of them were going to move away but Jim’s little problem got him twenty years for trafficking in drugs. He is still complaining that he was framed.

I went into business for myself. I was already pretty successful, having a degree in engineering and an MBA. Like I said I worked hard and went to school to provide for my family, but I really did not have one. But it prepared me for life. It was a pretty easy transition. Of course Donna got none of that in the divorce.

Here I am, ten years later, rich, and an asshole and hating every married slut I see. But I did not forget them. Every six months I found out where Donna was and sent everyone in the neighborhood a DVD with the court records on it, including the testimony, some of the audio I had as well as the video. Eventually I even gave them their very own web site, but initially it was sending everyone the DVD’s. She did not stay long in any one place.

Even when Jim got out after six years, the prisons were just too crowded, I made sure everyone knew he was a drug dealer and would take your wife if you turned your back on him. Jim was still on parole and would be for fourteen more years.

I promised myself that I would take at least five years to concentrate on building my business and then when I had enough money I would begin my revenge on women, all women. I did get a lot of money from the attachments on Jim’s property, but I wanted more, lots more.

Did you know the word “women” is actually a contraction of three words “woe” and “to” and “men?” It should be spelled “wo’men” and that would show it missing is the letter “e” and the word “to”. Woman is a contraction for “Woe to men,” because that is what they sure are, nothing but woe. Ok, I made that up but that is what I think, fucking cheating cunts.

It was in the third year that my secretary buzzed me and said my daughter was on the phone and wanted to speak to me.

“Tell her exactly this. I was never married. I have never had a daughter. I don’t know who she is and I never want to hear from her again.”

My secretary, Susan, told me the girl started crying and said “ok” in a soft voice and then hung up. Thank God the back stabbing little shit never called back.

I decided I needed sex and used whores. Screw upscale escorts, I wanted whores that I could treat like whores. I never was kind or gentle and never cared about their feelings; I just fucked them until I got off and then left. The more degrading I could make it for them I did it. I never hit or beat them but I let them know that I thought they were lower than shit. I would fuck them, get my nut, and have them blow me hard, take their ass, cum again and just walk out when I was done. No “thank you,” no “that was great,” no bull shit about “you look good today,” I just got up and left. When I was done I was fucking done.

I called married women hanging out in a bar looking for some action, “cheating cunts” to their face. I was not a popular guy and I did not give a rat’s ass.

A few whores refused to see me again even thought I paid top dollar and never hurt them; I made them feel that bad. I was happy when I heard that. You have to be a real mean mother fucker to hurt a god damn whore’s feelings. One whore told me I did not know how to fuck a woman and I told her I did not give a shit how she felt, I was only looking out for me. “I can tell” was her response.

It was a few days later that I decided I needed to know how to fuck. I mean I knew how to stick it in and all that but nothing great and I never had a chance to learn; that was Donna’s fault. I had wanted to make love to Donna but all I got was a fast fuck because she was making love to Jim while I supported her and the bastard. Donna was like a whore I had to be nice to because the little sex I was getting and paying top dollar for was not worth a shit.

I paid a lot of money to learn how and do it all so I would never again be found deficient. I was not looking to make some whore happy; I was looking to be good enough to make a married slut come back for seconds. I had an above average cock, a little over seven and a half inches and plenty fat but for some reason Donna the whore only wanted Jim, or both of us. Ok, I had to grow into it; I was pretty young when we did it the first time. I gained a lot in length and girth but it did not matter to the whore, she wanted Jim so now she could have him, once every six months during the mandated conjugal visit. I did get that “I love you” bullshit but we all know that means, “I want to fuck other men but I want you to support me and the bastards I give birth too.”

Well by hard work and a little idea I now have money, and that means power, and that equates to my getting some big time payback on the fucking part of the world that pisses sitting down.

Susan was a married woman and had been working for me since I started my business. She was a secretary and I brought her over into my new business from my old firm where she was also my secretary.

Even when I first met her I spotted her right away as a good target for sex, but then I was happily married and stupid. It was about eight or nine years down the road and she had been with me all that time. She knew a little about me and knew I was an asshole but I never hit on her. Now I knew enough about her to get some payback on the female of the species, and I would start with Susan. She was a warm up for me. In sports you would call it a tune up game.

Since a woman had a hole and she was a woman I decided to fuck her and turn her into my company whore. She was having some problems at home and I knew about them, she liked to talk; what a stupid cunt.

She was a crier too. It took months to move her along slowly. I broke the mold and began to be nice to her, because all she needed was someone to be nice. She began to talk about how her husband did not listen to her and so I listened to her. She complained that she would do things for him and he never said “thank you” or complimented her so I said “thank you” and gave her compliments on her work. Then I slipped in a few compliments about her dress, her hair, her figure, her beauty, her nails, her perfume. Hell I complemented everything but the smell of her piss after she ate asparagus; she ate it up.

I would smile when we were alone and that was more and more because I promoted her to my assistant so she was always alone with me in my office. I would touch her arm and reassure her about what ever she needed at that time. She began to talk about the lack of touch and affection at home and I would hug her and she would get tearful around me. I would move the back of my hand over her face, pretending to move a hair that went astray, but she knew I was just touching her. What a fucking chump. With any luck I would have her fucking my clients by the end of the year.

She was a nice looking woman, nothing to write home about, well maybe an honorable mention. Five foot six, one thirty, thin, red hair, maybe “B” cups, very fair skin. When I started my revenge she was about forty five. I know she was an old cunt but I needed practice and she was there.

She was particularly depressed one day when I decided to move on her. She was crying and I was holding her and I just happened to kiss her neck and then her cheek telling her that it would be alright, we would get through it together. Cunt’s love that “together” crap. Her ears and lips next followed and in just moments we were involved in deep passionate kissing. I pulled her ass and that moved her pussy into me and she began grinding against my cock. We broke the kiss and I smiled and kissed her tears. She ran from the room crying again. I smiled, it was going so well.

Susan came back in the room still upset. I was sitting in front of my desk in one of the guest chairs and she walked up to me.

“I’m sorry, it is that I have been having such a hard time and my husband is just being so difficult, he isn’t even touching me, you know, like a husband should.” Susan said.

I reached out and touched her leg and smiled at her. “It’s ok Susan, I’m sure it is not your fault. Your husband is an idiot” I said talking softly and I ran my hand up and down her leg. Her nylons looked and felt wonderful. She was hot and I could feel her need to have some intimate contact with someone she respected and maybe feared.

My hand went higher and higher until I lifted her much to short skirt and began to feel the skin of her upper thigh. She had been wearing shorter and tighter skirts lately. She did have a nice tight looking hot ass. It was obvious she was looking to be a cheating cunt and this was just part of her act. She was wearing thigh high’s; “perfect” I thought. She was breathing hard and my hand moved inside and she unconsciously moved her legs slightly apart. Now she was most vulnerable and at the same time most likely to run.

My hand found the silk of her panties and my fingers began to move through the crease of her pussy, stopped only by the sheer silk. Her panties were wet and she still was rocking back and forth over my fingers.

“You are a beautiful woman Susan and there is no reason for you to go without companionship, warmth, affection.” I said with as much fake concern as I could manufacture, as I felt her panties get even wetter.

“I’m a married woman, oh no, don’t do this. Please stop, please?” Susan begged.

“Stop what?” I asked as my finger slid under the panties, which being silk had no elastic leg hole. “This? Should I stop this Susan?” I asked as I slid a finger up and into her wet engorged pussy lips and into her cunt. With my thumb I strummed her engorged clit.

“You don’t want me to stop Susan, you need this. You need this for your own peace of mind. You deserve some pleasure in life, you are a beautiful and loving woman and you need to be loved, you deserve to be loved.” I told her as I pulled her panties down and they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them without my asking. What a whore!

Susan was shaking and lost her balance and put her hands on my desk for support. “Please stop. I am begging you to please stop. I am married. I never cheated on my husband. Please don’t do this.” Susan begged.

The cheating whore should beg because by now her skirt was up around her waist, my pants were off and I was standing right behind her. My cock was right at the entrance to her pussy, after I rubbed up and down her wet slit, and I just had it touch her cunt hole, that is what it was. It was not a pussy or a kitty; it was “a nasty cunt of a cheating whore”.

“What do you want Susan? What should I do? I just want to give you comfort, I just want to give you want you deserve. I want to take away your pain Susan.” I told her. What I did not say is you deserve a fucking divorce and have your ass kicked out of the house for being the whore I am going to turn you into. This would probably be one of the few times I could do her bareback before I turned her out with the customers.

I know she felt my cock and her resolve was dissipating. She was shaking. She moved slightly looked back over her shoulder at me. My face was one of compassion, love, concern, I practiced that look in front of a mirror for just such an occasion; I was an asshole, I already told you that.

“Oh God, please forgive me.” Susan said as she just pushed back and my cock slid deep into her adulterous fuck hole.

“It is ok, He will forgive us both.” I lied. I did not know one way or another but now I had my first private slut.

I began to fuck into her, slowly. I even reached around and undid her blouse and bra to let them fall to the floor. For some reason I liked that she still had the nylons and skirt on. Even her old small tits felt good hanging there so I played with them and told her how wonderful they felt, how loving her pussy felt to me.

I gave her a good slow fucking, changing up on speed and angle, just like I was taught. There was no love involved, as she would soon find out but I lied and pretended that there was. When I felt that nasty whore cunt start to spasm I pumped into her harder and with more speed; we needed to cum together. I then fucked her good and hard, like I would a whore. Let’s give the cheating cunt the complete whore feeling, I thought.

As she started to hit her orgasm I grabbed her hips and pushed into her cervix and unloaded. She actually yelled out. Now the people in the office would know she was a whore being fucked in my office.

We had this little Japanese lady working in the office filing documents and she would learn Susan was my company slut. It was even better than that because she and Susan were friends and she even brought Akemi into the company. We did not have a lot of employees in the office, most were consulting in the field, but Akemi would know her friend Susan was my slut and that was enough for now.

Susan fell onto the desk and I held and kissed her neck, just like a lover. What fucking garbage. I should just fuck her ass and make her scream but I wanted her degradation to last a long time.

“I’m not on the pill. I need to get a morning after pill.” Susan told me.

“No worry Susan, I had a vasectomy, you are safe with me.” I said.

You could see the worry leave her face when I said that. I turned her around and sat her on my desk and I was between her legs and I began kissing and caressing her, adoringly playing with her breasts, make that “tits,” telling her how I felt about her and that she was a good person. She was dripping cum on my fucking desk. I should have made her lick it off but I didn’t. I guess I was not that big an asshole, yet. Actually if I was truthful I would have told her she should be stoned to death for cheating on her husband, but I was on a mission and that resulted in my cock getting hard again just thinking about ruining her marriage and I fucked her looking at her. Pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt, looking lovingly into her eyes, another look I perfected, and lying my ass off about what a wonderful person she was, and how this would not effect her marriage; if anything it would make it better, stronger. I wanted to puke in the trashcan just saying that shit.

This time it was a longer fuck. I even pulled a cushion off the chair and laid it down for her to lean back on. I put her legs over my shoulders after first resting them in the crook of my arms, and gave her a good fuck, because that is all it was to me, just a fuck. I could see it in her eyes, to her it is love. I left her clothes on her because it made her more of a whore in my eyes.

The next day I continued my seduction. It was not over by any means. She was still concerned and feeling guilty. She had never cheated before. She loved her husband. It was a mistake and we should just go on like it never happened. Of course I agreed, it was a mistake but I told her that my long smoldering feeling for her overcame my resolve and I could not stop myself, and bullshit like that. The cunt ate it up.

Before the day was over I had fucked her two more times and in between she sucked my slimy cock hard again for the second fuck and after the last fuck she sucked it clean. Tomorrow would be another day.

“Oh Susan, you have really nice breasts, maybe tomorrow you can leave to bra off, it would be very hot.” I said with a smile. She smiled back and waived and walked out for the day. Forty five and had nice breasts, now that was a fucking joke. Actually they may not have been all that bad. They were sort of firm and she never had kids so they were a bit of ok.

The next day she showed up with a white silk blouse and no bra. Her tits bounced when she moved and looked hot. The more she moved against that silk the bigger her nipples got. They were already big but they got fatter and darker. She never had kids so her tits did not look all that bad, actually they did look hot. Hey nothing wrong with her making me hot, she was going to be ruined and my whore at the same time; as long as I got my pleasure what the hell.

“Del, I hope you don’t mind but since I was not wearing a bra I thought that maybe I should not wear any panties either.” Susan said.

“Le me see” I said as I sat her on the desk and lifted her little skirt up. Susan you are not only not wearing panties you are not wearing any hair either. It looks like a teenage pussy.” I told the forty four year old as I bent down and began to slowly lap at her cunt and suck her clit too. I did have cunt eating lessons so I put them to work and it was nice not having to worry about disease when I was doing it. Now that I think about it this was the first woman I went bareback with since I divorced the whore.

“Oh Susan, you taste so good. I could eat you all day.” I said as I reached up and undid her blouse and opened it so her tits were out and I played with her nipples. She was a stupid cunt to believe it but she actually did taste really good. I decided that I would indulge in eating her pussy more often, for my pleasure only of course.

I felt her orgasm a number of times, drank a little nectar which was really good tasting, then when she was relaxed I dropped my pants and laid my cock on her slit.

“Do you want this? Tell me my sexy little slut, is this what you want?” I demanded.

“I’m not a slut!” Susan said indignantly.

“Not yet, but with some practice you might get there.” I said back.

“Just fuck me Del, please, just fuck me hard.” Susan said.

I gave my new slut what she wanted. I fucked her good and hard, no finesse, no style, I just pounded her until she screamed and everyone in the office knew that my slut was getting fucked by me again and again.

“What am I doing slut? Tell everyone what I am doing?” I demanded.

“Fucking my pussy. Dell is fucking his slut’s pussy.” She screamed and came again.

This was going to be fun. One married whore down and one hell of a lot to go.

Susan walked out into the office, her blouse was open and her tits were bouncing all over the place. She had cum dripping down her legs and a smile on her face. She announced by the way she looked that she was the office slut, Del’s slut.

I fucked her again that day, calling out to her from the door that I was horny and needed a good fuck. Susan came on the run, tits bouncing. Damn she turned into a fucking whore over night.

The next day she was in full slut whore mode. She could care what people in the office said. She came in, dropped to her knees and sucked me off and drank my cum. The whore even left the door open so Akemi could watch.

“I was hungry boss.” Susan said with a smile.

A few hours later I walked her out, tits fighting each other in a see through blouse and those old nipples puffed out in passion. My office was actually behind my house. Out the back door of my office and across the parking lot and into my house’s back yard and then into my house and that was my commute. It was not a big office but it was two stories and all mine. The house was bigger than the office. Actually the house was very large and I just cut part of the back yard off and made it my commercial space for the office.

I told Akemi, the Japanese woman who worked for me, that I was going to be home fucking my slut. She blushed but acted like I said something no more offensive that we were going to Burger King.

We went home, I stripped her naked and fucked and sucked the entire day. She called home and told her husband that she had to work late and I was sliding in and out of her pussy doggy style when she made the call. I was pulling on her nipples and rolling her clit with my fingers all through the conversation. I did notice she did not say “I love you” when the conversation was over. I made sure to put her over the top before she fully disconnected. I hoped her husband asked her about it. I lied and said she could use the home phone which was blocked, but that was a lie, it was my home number and it was not blocked. Her husband would have all the evidence he needed that the call came from my home.

From that time on she was my personal whore. I knew what was coming but she didn’t, and I did not care. I fucked her daily, sent her home full of my cum, and let everyone know when we went out for lunch that I was fucking her. No, I did not say it, but I did squeeze her tits in front of people and even fingered her at lunch when the mood struck me. A few guys wanted a piece but I wanted my slut whore clean for me. She could give her husband sloppy seconds, for me she was clean and I don’t fucking share, Donna my whore wife wanted that and I didn’t so I dumped her, her bastard and her fuck buddy.

Six weeks after she started being my slut she came into the office crying. She missed her period and she was pregnant. She was almost forty five [yea right] and too damn old to have a baby. There was no mistake, she had taken four tests and they were all positive.

She wanted my help, and I was going to give it to her. She wanted an abortion.

“I thought you said you were fixed Del?” Susan demanded.

“I lied.” I told her.

She stood there with her mouth open.

“Well I’m going to get an abortion.” Susan said.

I smiled and hit the play button on the computer. I had been waiting for this day and I had it cued up for a long time, just waiting.

“You are not going to kill my baby.” I told her.

Then the show started. It was highlights of her being my personal slut, yelling for me to fuck her harder, walking around the office with her tits bouncing and my cum dripping down her legs and a few of me balls deep in her ass. Let’s not forget pictures of me fucking her in the office and in the home. I even had movies of me fucking her as she talked to her husband saying she was working late. I had audio of both sides of the conversation with me fucking her, pulling her nipples and her having an orgasm, as they talked.

“You are my whore, my slut, and now you are my pregnant whore and if you hurt my child I will post hundreds of hours of you being my private slut, on the net. I will list your real name and address and your husbands name and his home and work numbers, and that is just for a start.” I told her. Damn I loved fucking up her marriage.

Susan cried and plead and said she would do anything I wanted but she needed an to abortion to save her marriage.

“You will already do what I want and there is no way in hell I am going to let you kill my baby. You are pregnant and you will take care of yourself and you WILL have my child. When you talk about your marriage I presume you mean the one you are in when you fuck me and get pregnant, that marriage?” I said.

She was broken. She was crying and I left her alone. She went home to tell her husband she was pregnant with my baby. She was back in an hour. She looked like hell.

“I told him and he kicked me out. You cost me my marriage Del, why did you do that?” Susan forlornly asked.

“Because you are my slut and I wanted to breed you. I don’t need a reason with you. Get your ass to the house and clean up, I will be there soon.” I told her. She walked out the door and to the house where she had spent so many carefree hours being the whore of a man not her husband. I thought it was fitting.

Actually it was pretty cool having a pregnant woman who actually had my baby in her. Since her husband kicked her out I just kept her at the house when she was not working. Yes, I made her work. Hell I might need a blow job or a fuck at the office. Women had babies forever and they worked, this slut could work too. After all she was my fucking slut.

I took her out and got her some clothes that very day. I got her some almost decent stuff for work but she was going to get fat in a hurry. I made sure to get her some cheap whore outfits to wear for me; she was after all my whore.

I got to fuck her to sleep, wake up in the middle of the night and fuck if I wanted, and give my morning wood a nice place to get polished. At first I was not sure if she got off but you can’t fake what happened to her. If she was faking she was doing a damn good job but I did not care. But I made sure to give her my best. After all she was like bating practice and my next slut would have to get my A game in the beginning just like Susan did.

I was going to keep her around for “afters” so that she could raise my child so I wanted the old cunt in relatively good shape so I did all that crap that women need done with the oil and shit.

I got sort of hot with the oil and rubbing her body and that belly swelling. She was an old bitch so the doctor prescribed extra stuff, but the truth was I was hot for the old bitch. She was a good fuck, could suck like a Hover and never said no. So yes, I made sure I had a good time and she and the kid was kept healthy.

I had to keep buying her clothes and the bitch was expensive. I wanted to dress her like a whore, but for some reason I kept getting her these cute mommy things to wear. Special clothes that made her look good and not like a slut. I don’t know where the hell my head was fixing the whore up to look good.

Susan told me that she thought with her being pregnant that I might need someone else to fuck so she took it on herself to find me some new pussy. I told her to start looking but I would have to agree.

Susan began to think she was not sexy, you know all pregnant women go through that. I told her she was beautiful carrying our baby. Where the fuck did that come from? What I wanted to say was that she was a fucking fat whore and I could not make a fucking quarter off of her she was so bad, but I just ended up telling her she was beautiful. Shit!

I still fucked Susan all over the house and office. Old or pregnant, she was randy as a Billy Goat. She also had that pregnant woman in love glow and I was pretty randy myself every time I looked at her. At the office I discontinued any pretense, Susan was my pregnant whore and she lost her husband and was getting a divorce because of it. I did not give a shit. Susan pranced around like a pregnant slut should. She showed herself off at every opportunity, even when we were out. Susan glowed and I went into daddy protect mode with her. Shit I wanted to act all big and bad but it was not working.

She stuck that pregnant belly out all the time and rubbed it. I would rub it and her tits too. Hell I even lifted her skirt in front of Akemi and fingered her pussy and gave it more than a few licks. I am positive that Akemi saw me fucking Susan more than once.

Susan told me she had a possible; Akemi. Akemi verified that she had seen Susan being fucked by me and getting blow jobs and she never said a word about it but never looked away either. She said it made her hot, or that is what she told Susan.

Akemi was having some family problems Susan said and was at that time in her life when she did not feel desirable. Akemi was almost forty five years old, just like Susan. I told Susan her idea had possibilities. Akemi would be another tune up game for me, until I hit the big time and started doing the young ones, and screwing up their marriages. I also decided that ones from outside the office, those I would turn into real sluts and make them whore for my clients too.

While we planned a way to get to fuck Akemi, Susan went through with her divorce. She got nothing but then again they had nothing. Susan even gave up her married name and chose a new one, Collins. It was a good choice since the baby would have Collins as her last name, because it was my last name. No I did not marry the slut, she just changed her name.

Akemi was not a hard play. It did not take long before she was bent over the desk getting it from the rear by me as she ate my pregnant Susan. I got to play some real sick nasty fuck games with those two at the office and at home.

I decided to end it fast this time. One day Akemi was at the house. She had her ass in the air and my cock buried balls deep inside of it and she was eating Susan until she was screaming. It was kind of cute to hear Akemi scream in orgasm into Susan’s cunt as Susan screamed out her own orgasm and I joined them by bellowing as I filled Akemi’s ass with cum. Akemi was a real butt slut for me.

Akemi soon found out that I had camera’s everywhere when Akemi got her husband on the phone as I fucked her. She did not realize it but I sent him a link to a site that showed me fucking her as Susan ate her pussy as she talked on the phone to the hubby. In a corner of his computer screen it played a collage of Akemi and my fuck scenes.

Akemi had no idea why her husband was yelling and calling her vile names until I opened a screen that showed her what he was seeing, including me fucking her as she talked to him on the phone at that very minute.

Akemi reacted differently than Susan did. With typical Asian stoicism, accepting the inevitable, she put her arms around me and kissed me deeply, and said in Japanese and then in English to fuck her hard and cum deep inside her married pussy and to give her a white baby. Then she looked at the picture screen to make sure her husband saw it and gave him a good screaming orgasm to remember her by as I shot cum in her not for long married pussy. Damn near busted my ear drum when she screamed and started bouncing around. She was always a screamer but that one was loud. Evidently she loved that her husband saw it all. On the end she bent down and after kissing Susan started sucking her pussy too. What a fucking slut.

The divorce was done in Japan. Akemi moved in with Susan and me. Now I had two sluts and I used them both as I wanted. They were great fuck toys. I have to admit that I really enjoyed my time with both of them. I was once fucking Susan when she was on her back and Akemi was looking on and I pulled her in and gave her a deep kiss when she returned.

I could see that Susan was looking longingly at that kiss and it came to me that it was Akemi she wanted to kiss so I sort of pushed Akemi to her face. Akemi took the hint and moved down to Susan, who put her arms around Akemi’s neck and pulled her in for a deep soul kiss. All this time I was rocking back and forth in and out of Susan.

Then I bent down, careful to avoid Susan’s bulging stomach and I began to nurse on her fattened tits. Susan was moaning into Akemi and I kept sucking. Then I pulled Akemi away from Susan and brought her mouth to mine and after a kiss I pushed her down to Susan’s bloated tits. Akemi nursed as I did at the same time. Susan was pumping up into my cock. But Susan wanted something else and I could see it in her eyes, which were pleading with mine.

I lifted Akemi and sucked a breast and then moved her so that she was close to Susan’s head. Akemi did what she knew Susan wanted and spread her legs and put a knee over her head and Susan pulled Akemi’s pussy to her mouth. Now Akemi and Susan were both on the verge of orgasm and I was too.

I traded kissing Akemi, sucking her tits, and doing the same sucking with Susan. This was the first time Susan had her tits sucked as she ate Akemi and I was fucking her. This was a lot more than the routine “forced” sex from before.

Soon all three of us were making love together. Damn, there is that love word again. For some reason we did that a lot now.

About the time Susan was a month or so away from delivery I told Akemi to go off birth control. Evidently she did not like hearing how I lied to Susan and Susan got pregnant without knowing it and had been taking the pill. I already knew that so I did not mind, after all I needed a toy always at the ready.

Now I told her that as my slut, I wanted her to go off the pill, it was time for her old ass to get pregnant. She walked over to me in that little sexy Asian walk women seem to know how to do, and kissed me and lifted her skirt; she did not wear panties and pulling my cock out sat down on it. As she rocked back and forth on me she smiled.

“Del, I went off the pill three weeks ago. I don’t know how much longer I will be able to get pregnant. I am getting pretty old for that. We better hurry. Actually you better hurry.” Akemi said with a smile.

Susan and I did everything we could to make sure we got her pregnant. An orgasm is the key. While I could give them to her, having Susan eat her as we fucked just added to it.

I would eat them both after I fucked them, before I fucked them and when I was fucking them. The last one would require a brief fuck break; I just love eating a sweet wet pussy. Susan was getting close and I made sure to talk to our little girl, usually through the vaginal megaphone.

I was beginning to act all gooney. I mean running around and worrying about how Susan felt and what she needed. I would just stare at her and our daughter all the time. I was losing the battle to only think of her as a cheating whore.

Akemi spent a lot of time talking to her the same way. I soon realized that they seemed to take some of the pressure off me. I could do twice a day without any problem but with two women that means only once a day for each and they needed more than that. Pregnant they were just extremely randy.

Then I realized that I could actually do it three or more times a day if I wanted too. I loved morning and midnight sex so I hit that every day and then there was once or twice during the day. What happened? That was easy, they put me into training. If you can train to run a marathon, or do an iron man, you can train to fuck and as long as you are not always cuming, just enjoying the feeling of a warm pussy surrounding your cock, you can fuck forever. After all, a cock is just a muscle you need to train to stay hard and nature wants that to happen anyway.

These two had no shame. They would finger each other and eat cunt and suck tit faster than I would and do it in such a way as to dare me not to join in. Hell I was representing all men everywhere and more than once I literally fucked them to oblivion. Ok, they fucked me to oblivion. I would wake up between the two of them, with one or both glued to my neck with their lips and a leg over my leg. Susan would have that belly on me and I could feel our little girl moving around and I just wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I think I did more than once but I sure hope she did not hear that shit.

Susan was so fucking horny when she was pregnant I could not believe it. I was enjoying finally being with a pregnant woman I made pregnant. I went above and beyond and Akemi was there with me helping and adding to our bonding and enjoyment.

This was no hit and run quickie action. These were long drawn out love sessions where we each tried to give the others pleasure and they understood that I could only cum once and then needed a rest so they basically decided who would get the cum shot. That is really a bonding event between a man and a woman, and I wanted it with them so it was always one then the other, unless they decided otherwise.

Just to keep things even when I did the oiling on Susan I did it on Akemi too. Funny, I could go from one pussy to the other and they did not get those yeast infections that are so prevalent. I guess it is all that pussy rubbing they did with each other. At the end of a session my sluts and I were full of, and covered with, the same mixture of oil, pussy juice and cum. It was all over the place. We even had a set of pull off sheets so that we did not have to sleep in the wet spots.

Between the two of them acting like whores I was beginning to fuck three or four times a day, every day. They kept my energy up, kept me fed, had be back running to stay in shape as well as some lifting, and in everything, took good care of our babies and me.

Shit there was one hell of a problem I now had. I really wanted to hate them and use them but somehow it was not working out that way. Every day that we did the “my slut” thing, every time I said it; well it seemed like play acting. I did not feel it anymore. The last thing I wanted to do was turn them out and make them service my customers. I did not even want other men looking at them much less fucking them.

How do you keep that whore part up when you sleep together, wrapped around each other every night? When even in your sleep you search out the others to be close too and end up holding them both? When you say “I love you” without thinking about it and hope it was soft enough that they did not hear you and you pray they did not say it back.

You make breakfast and laugh and tell jokes and discuss the pregnancy of Susan and then Akemi talks about getting pregnant soon. You talk about the baby and your plans for her and what kind of school you want her to go to. There are clothes you look at when you walk in the mall. Hell they even cried before she was born and when I asked why they said our daughter was going to be married soon.

The women talk about how good I am to them and all the silly little things I do to keep them happy. They talk about how much I love them to be pregnant and how great a loving father I am going to be.

We read together and go to the movies and out to dinner. We dance and go to the park and feed the ducks in the ponds and play with the children at the petting zoo. We played games, card games, board games, guessing games, you name it and we played it and they cheated together when they felt they had to win, or just wanted to win; I loved it. They made me laugh.

I don’t exactly remember how it happened or when it happened but I seemed to quit treating them like whores. I guess I would have to watch that shit in the future when I fucked up other marriages.

Then there is fixing up the house and stuff like that. Buying baby clothes and getting them little gifts. Going to the mall and paying attention to what they like and when they are in a different store you run back and buy it and then hide it in a pocket and put it on the table someplace in the house for them to find. You have to make sure you get one for each, not the same thing either, something they wanted individually because you want them all to know you love them equally.

Damn it, I am a fucking bitter fucking asshole; I am not someone that women chuckle about because I am fucking cute! I have to quit that gift thing. At least it should be some silk crotch-less panties, not real gifts. This has got to stop or my reputation for being a complete asshole to women will die a slow and painful death. Then some women might even find me attractive.

Then there is lunch and they decide what I can eat and it was at one other those that they jointly decided that I should go back to running every day, not just a few days a week. It was another fucking setup. They are right of course. My stamina gets better and better. Every decision appears to be made for me and my independence is slipping away from me, except those dealing with business, those I make, sort of. The worst part is that I am beginning to like it.

As we got closer to the day of delivery we were talking about names for the little girl and I suggested Mary, my mother’s name and also the name of a favorite aunt. Ok she was not really an aunt but like some second or third cousin of my mother, but she was always real sweet to me and never forgot a birthday or Christmas, or graduation. She was always around when I was younger. I remember that she did not like Donna. We all have a relative like that, for some reason she picks you as a favorite. Susan rejected it out of hand. Susan and Akemi decided on Elizabeth as that was my grandmother’s name. So that is what they decided on. Now what kind of shit is this? I am the man of the fucking house and the head of the office and I am the owner of the business. I own the home we live in and now I am being told what name my daughter will have? I don’t believe this shit.

That day I assert my authority and spanked Akemi. I would have spanked Susan too but she is too close to her due date. Then just to show her who is the man I let Susan sit on my cock, and rock back and forth, she likes that, but only after I eat her bald pussy.

I made Akemi sit on my face too and then just to really show who was boss after Susan had a nice little cum, I tossed Akemi on her back and jumped into the saddle and took her for a little spin. She always loved the change up when we fuck especially speed and angle and she goes nuts when I pull all the way out and slide in again, it is like the pleasure she gets when we first start fucking, you know that “first penetration” pleasure. When it was over I had given her little Asian Eggs a nice sperm bath. Damn it, I am the fucking man in the house and I give the orders to my sluts.

It was not long until we needed someone to help with the housework. I mean little Elizabeth was just such a cute baby and I loved helping deliver her. I sat in the hospital for two days, having Akemi bring me clothes and taking showers in Susan’s room. Susan had to stay a few extra days to get the tubes fixed, she was getting a little old for babies and she might have problems if she tried again. I did not mind and told her I would still love her and she was so beautiful.

Did I just say that to Susan? I can’t believe I said that shit. None of this is going right.

When we got home there was a little black girl there as a cleaner/house keeper. Well not all that little, but definitely black. Akemi is only five foot and maybe one hundred and ten pounds but nice and round. I love making love to her and can’t wait for her to get pregnant.

What the fuck is that? Making love to her, did I really write making love to her? She is a fucking cheating slut and she is my slut and I don’t make love to her, I knock the fucking whore up! Something is really wrong with the way I feel.

But Helen is five foot three and maybe that same one hundred and ten pounds. She is a hard body, with great small tits that just stick out, a hard bubble ass, and long strong dark legs. She has a pretty face, no make that beautiful, and has green eyes, deep pale green eyes. Her lips are full and succulent, I dream of having them on my lips and on my cock.

What the fuck am I talking about? I have a new daughter that I had with my slut Susan, who now has my last name so it can be the same as our daughter. In six weeks she is going to be back being my fucking slut machine. I have this hot Japanese slut that I am knocking up and am I really taking about the hot black chick that is there to clean the house?

Shit if Susan and Akemi did not spend a lot of time eating each other’s cunt I would never be able to keep up. So now I need a black girl of eighteen or twenty?

Well Helen was cute enough but I had other things in mind and Elizabeth was it. She was a darling little girl and I was having a great time with her. There were times when I held her that I remembered another little girl who broke my heart, but that was now almost ten years ago.

Now Elizabeth was the sweetest little thing you can imagine. We even slept with her in our bed. I would lay awake for hours just watching her breathe. Now I was sleeping with three women, that way Susan could feed her and I could change her and Akemi could suck my cock and I could fuck her pregnant pussy. Yes she was pregnant now. That would have to end when Elizabeth became aware of her surroundings, but until then I had them all with me. At times I would ignore Akemi and Susan and just hold Elizabeth in my arms as she slept.

Six weeks after Elizabeth was born I finally got to fuck Susan again. I really missed it and to my shame I did not fuck her as I actually made love to her. Damn it, she was a cheating whore why was I making love to her?

Akemi was getting a good fucking too and between the two of them I was getting lots of sex and having fun too. We all played with the baby and laughed as she got older, even Helen laughed with us. We all fed her when she got a bottle but she preferred Susan’s tits, but so did I and I am sure that Akemi got a taste too. But then we could have pay back with Akemi.

We all did the same things together so we were always right there with the others. It was like a really large unrelated family, if you get my meaning.

Susan needed new clothes and so did Akemi and what the hell, Helen got some too. Elizabeth had more clothes than Paris Hilton because I just could not quit buying things for her.

It was about six months into the life of Elizabeth that I came home early to a new experience. Isn’t that the way it always is?

I walked into the bedroom and saw a little lesbian sex happening. Now this was not in itself unusual but Susan was naked on the bed with her tits dripping milk from a recent feeding. Akemi was naked on the bed with her legs open and her cute pregnant belly out and her breasts all puffed up and she was getting her bald Japanese pussy licked by HELEN!

Helen was naked, black ass in the air and her face between Akemi’s legs licking her pussy. When she heard me she stopped and looked over her shoulder to see what it was. Everyone was looking at me. Helen with her large lips and big doe eyes and her dark coffee skin looked at me with those eyes and then Akemi turned her head gently and pushed it down back to her pussy. Then Akemi moaned a little and laid her head back on the pillow and began to float into the pleasant sea of getting her pussy well eaten by another woman. Helen gave a similar contended moan and went back to Akemi with pleasure, and wiggling her black ass.

I thought, “What the fuck? I can use a black slut as well as anyone else. I will just get over then and power fuck that hot black pussy.”

I got right behind her, my clothes already off, and was ready to ram it home when I remembered that look. It was sort of passion, and questioning, and pleading and acceptance, all in one. I reached out and touched her outer thigh, running my hand over it gently. Then I felt the swell of her tight round brown ass, it was soft and firm and the skin glowed and was so warm. Then I had to run my fingers through her brown crack and felt the heat and wet. I licked it off my finger.

My cock was hard as iron and I was going to ram it home but then I just slid the head up and down the wet engorged black lips watching the secretions glisten on both of us. Helen was making some funny mewing noises.

“Baby, are you sure you want to do that first?” Akemi asked. “She has never had a cock; don’t you want to just taste a little chocolate virgin pussy first?”

Well they were right so I bent down and grabbed two hands full of virgin black ass and spread her gently and began licking up and down her slit. Helen was wiggling around and soon I was sucking with my mouth all over her small black virgin pussy, mons and all. Then I would lick, suck, and nibble gently, very gently, on her clit. I felt her cum a few times, and drank some virgin pussy juice and it was delicious. But she was a lesbian and got eaten all the time by women who knew how to really eat pussy, so since I had something no woman had, unless it was on temp loan from a man and he was attached to it, or I hope he was, she was going to get it from me now.

Sliding my cock gliding up and down her wet slit and finding the hole I plugged it with the head of my cock and left it there. She was very tight. Then I removed it and saw the head all wet and stroked it up and down her slit and did it again but going in a little further this time.

Now Akemi and Susan were both watching me with a smile. I am not sure of what they thought was going to happen but this was something they liked. Ok, I liked it too. Akemi was feeling pretty happy and Susan had that pleasant, I just fed the baby look; and me, I was getting the little head happy, but there was something else.

Susan was looking serious now. At her age her breasts no longer looked like they did at fifteen, or twenty five, or even forty five before the baby. Now they had gone from full to empty and they sagged and she was embarrassed and had her hands over them, like she was ashamed.

Here I am sitting there on my haunches with my cock a few inches deep into this very hot black girl/maid and I am admiring my woman who just gave me a baby. Helen was less than half Susan’s age but I was admiring Susan and the body that gave me a baby. She moved her hands away from her breasts and sort of lifted her chest and I smiled and she smiled back. Akemi saw it too and smiled too. She and Susan were the same age and she saw in my eyes desire and love for Susan and knew it was for her too.

Susan moved to me and we kissed. I pulled out a little and moved back into Helen, but a little deeper. It was like Bordeaux filling in a chocolate candy, except it was wet and very hot. We continued to kiss and I slowly rocked back and forth into Helen.

Susan broke our kiss and I leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth and sucked it dry, watching Susan feel the intense pleasure of having her breasts emptied. As I did it I felt myself sink as deep into Helen as was possible. It was like hot quicksand, it just sucked me in. Damn she was tight.

I moved all the way out and then back in, with a gently push until I was at bottom again. The forth or fifth time I did it, I was strumming Susan’s clit with my hand and she began to orgasm as we kissed, and as deep into Helen as I was she started to spasm, which caused Akemi to orgasm from the vibrations on her clit from Helen’s mouth. It was one of the great moments of my life.

Susan slowly moved back onto the bed pillow and looked at me with a cat that ate the canary look, smug, satisfied, and contented and in love, in love with me, and I think Akemi too. Funny, but Akemi looked the same way as Susan.

By now I was stroking doggy deep into and out of Helen. Then I pulled out and went into missionary. I don’t care what anyone says, the best way to make love to a woman is to look her in the eyes and join your soul to theirs; and that is what we did.

We got a rhythm going, which I promptly broke, as well as the cadence of my strokes and the angle. At seven and a half I was not the largest man on the planet but I was pretty thick, and Helen was getting the benefit of that, as was I. I could not believe how tight she actually was.

Akemi came over and kissed us both and we sucked her tits. I even bent over and licked her pussy and kissed our little son and nuzzled him through Akemi’s stomach.

It was all too much for Helen and I and I unloaded as deeply into her as I could possibly do. As I was cuming she joined me and we were glued to the other with arms and legs.

As we lay their together Susan and Akemi joined us in the hug and lay. I was a bit heavy for Helen so I rolled off and kissed Helen and then Akemi who was next to me. I made sure to rub the baby.

Now I had a horny pregnant Asian woman, a horny white woman who just had a baby and did without for six weeks, and one hell of a hot black girl, who had no problem fucking a man who was, well older, than she, as she ate the pussy of another pregnant woman more than twice her age. Wow that was way hot.

Alone they all could have killed me; all at once they were even deadlier. I began to appreciate that they found intimacy with each other a blessing for my health and well being.

I had told myself that I was going to whore the next one out to my clients but that did not happen. I did not even try or think about it. The girls just did what they did and I just did what I did, which was fucking all three of them, eating all three of them, and the worst part was talking to all three of them.

Shit, the talking was the worst. When you talk to people you actually have to listen some time too but then, damn, they become people and not just a whore for you to fuck. Shit we became friends and then lovers, but I tried to hide that from them.

They began to develop personalities and their qualities came out and they treated Elizabeth with such love and devotion. Three women who never told me no never told Elizabeth no either.

Shit, shit, shit, my plan for reeking havoc on the females of the world was going nowhere fast. Yes I was fucking three and had two pregnant, one already delivered, but that was not what I was hoping for. Shit I was not fucking anyone, every time I was with them I was making love. No matter what game we played I was making love. I knew that one or all of them would break my heart and I did not actually care.

I would come home and find contentment. At work I did not yell at any of the women but Akemi and Susan and Helen made sure everyone knew I was their property and they were mine. Where had all my plans gone? Yes Helen was there too as was little Elizabeth. I was never actually alone and I mean never.

I still contacted everyone around Donna and Jim and I still attached their wages every time they got a job. I still attached every asset they had and had it sold. If it cost five hundred dollars to hold a Marshal’s sale and I only netted fifty dollars then their debt increased by four hundred and fifty dollars, plus interest. Yes it cost me money but I just wanted to fuck with them.

We were about a month away from Akemi giving birth to Delano Jr. and we had this great meal. Then I remember floating and next I felt my face touched with something wet. It was a warm wash cloth and I could see Susan looking down at me and smiling. I smiled back and tried to stretch and reach for her but I could not; I was restrained.

Now I have to admit that I did have a moment or two of panic. Ok I had a lot of panic. I had broken up two marriages, was fucking some black chick that I was falling in love with just like I was in love with Susan and Akemi, and now it was time for payback, I just knew it.

“Kiss Elizabeth good-night Del.” Susan said as she held her out for me to kiss. Being a creature of habit I did, I always kissed Elizabeth, I could not help it. It was a conditioned reflex like yawning. Elizabeth was there and she got kissed. She was just so beautiful, I could not stand to be away from her, which was one reason she slept in the same room as us, at least for now, at least when were not in the throws of hot four person sex. No child should have to listen to that.

Now Elizabeth was in a warm tit milk stupor and would be down for the night, almost. Tonight she would be put into the other room with a monitor showing and listening to what was happening. We even had a little device that fit on her ankle that monitored her heart beat, just to make sure she had one.

Before Susan left she wanted me to take some pill but I shook my head to stop her from putting it in my mouth. “Baby, it is ok” Susan said and she showed me the blue pill. Yes I knew what it was. Now I figured it was going to be a long fuck session and I took my medicine, twice. They had big plans I thought, but after I took the second one I was beginning to wonder if they were going to give me a heart attack.

After the water I was given to drink by straw I was given something else to drink out of a straw; it was a strawberry milkshake.

“This is for a little energy” Helen said. “A little treat.” She added.

Susan left with Elizabeth and then came back into the room alone. She was smiling.

“Baby, this is a ‘come to Jesus’ moment. Or a ‘Sister Soldier’ moment, or even a ‘reality check’, but we need you so you can’t move because you may not actually like what will happen and what we have to say. We are not going to physically hurt you baby, but you have to listen and see, to help you understand.” Susan said.

“We are with you every night and we know that you cry in your sleep. We know you still hurt even if you don’t know it. We love you and all of this we do because we love you so much.” Helen added.

“Del, you are not a bad woman and marriage destroying man; you are a wimp. There is nothing wrong with that, you are just a nice guy. That is a good thing. That is why we are here, because you are a nice guy.” Akemi said.

“Del, you did not ruin my marriage; it was already dead. You did not seduce me, I seduced you. I had been trying for years to get you to notice me and make a move but you just sat there. I was about to get naked and run into the office and beg you to fuck me but then I got an idea; actually we all got the idea.” Susan said. Then she went on.

“You did not need to blackmail me, I was already yours. We have access to your tapes since the beginning and there was no way you could actually do anything with them. My husband had been cheating on me for years and yes I was faithful, sort of. I was not having sex with him because he was fucking everything with a hole and apparently he did not care if the person had a hole in the front and the back or only one in the back. He hit me and constantly yelled at me. He gambled the money I worked for away and did drugs. I was with him for two decades and I still don’t understand why I stayed. You were my way out but not just that; I fell in love with you.

“He did not throw me out when I went home. I told him I had another man and I was carrying his baby and I was leaving him. I just turned and walked out. There was nothing I wanted from that place. We had no credit cards, we had no credit. We had one used beat up old car and I left that in the drive of the rented apartment. I gave the landlord written notice that day and cancelled everything with my name on it. And you did remember that I have all of your records, including your medical records. I knew when we started you had not been fixed. I got pregnant on purpose to see what you would do and if you would like to be a father. I was betting my being a single mother or a woman with a loving mate and I was hoping you would be the man I thought you were and you are.

“I came back to you that day in a taxi. There was no way in hell I was going to hurt our baby, I wanted it more than anything. Yes you played the blackmail thing and your little slut whore game but I knew then it was all bravado.

“And what did you do that day? The big bad seducer and impregnator of women bought me a new wardrobe. Yes some was sexy but it was me that picked them out not you. I kept telling you not to spend all that money but you were just so happy to be doing it. You bought me things, beautiful things, that I would only wear once or twice because I would be growing so fast, but you wanted me to have them. You wanted me to look like a loved woman and I did.

“That night you held me in your arms and made love to me. Yes you talked big but you made love to me over and over, just like you had been doing from almost the beginning. Sleeping with you is like being in a warm safe blanket, you feel wonderful and secure and loved.

Do you realize that it was me and not you that suggested I go without a bra? It was me and not you that left the door open and yelled every time you fucked me. You think it was an accident that I got pregnant and changed my last name to yours? And when I complained that I was fat and ugly you told me I was beautiful, you held me and kissed me and despite not wanting to say it, on more than one occasion you whispered so softly that you loved me. The big bad seducer of women, what a joke.” Susan ended.

While this little dialog was going on Susan and Akemi were kissing me and telling me how much they loved me. Helen did join in but she did spend a lot of time with her black lips wrapped around my cock, which was good and hard. But her story was different but she did come and we kissed more and more too.

I raised my head to kiss Akemi and she moved closer to me so I could kiss little Del still in her belly. Then she moved her pussy over to my face and I licked and sucked her as she spoke. It was hard to talk with her pussy in my face, but I could listen easy enough. She was just lightly rubbing my lips with her pussy and Helen was sucking my cock.

‘I can’t stand it” Akemi said and she moved back quickly and with practiced precision, sat her pregnant self down on my cock, which was being held at just the right angle by Helen, for immediate and painless insertion.

“You did not ruin my marriage either.” Akemi said. “The reason my husband kept going back to Japan for business is that he had another family there. He had a few women and some kids by them. I found out right after I married him. I tried to have children with him but I didn’t have any. I really tried believing that it would bring us together, but it did not happen.” Then Akemi smile and said, “It was not me, I asked the doctor, it was him. He thinks he has children, he can’t have children; they are not his.

“Susan and I are lovers and have been for more than ten years. Your seducing Susan and then me was part of a plan. We knew you were a nice guy, we knew about your divorce and the public record. We were the ones sending out the DVD’s and the attachment orders, it was not a secret from us. No one else knew, but we did. Susan broke your computer code and read your diary and we knew what to do. Yes it was not really a diary, just a jumble of thoughts but with everything else, we picked you.

“And your big punishment was to spank us and then give us as many orgasms as we could handle. Wow, what a punishment. We love to be spanked by you, because you do it with such care and love. You never hurt us, it is just a big game to get us naked so you can play with our butts. Del, you have become a master of holding out. At first we thought it might have been us but then we realized that it was you training yourself to stay hard for more than one woman at a time. That was so sweet of you to do for us baby. You punished us by making love to us. Look how you treat me now? You love me and treat me better than any wife could expect, and we are not legally married.

“And in case you are wondering, Helen was always part of the plan too.” Akemi finished.

While all of this was going on I was treated to many delightful events and feelings. Watching your pregnant woman rocking back and forth with your cock in her is one of them, her breasts swaying, with a little smile on her face from the pleasure of it all.

Then there are the other two, who spent a good amount of time kissing me and each other as well as kissing Akemi. Then Helen moved over and started licking where Akemi and I were joined and Akemi with the help of Susan moved off of me and Helen suck my cock down into her mouth. She positioned herself in such a way that I moved my head and tried to get to her pussy to eat and noticing she moved to give me access and I licked her beautiful brown pussy until she had an orgasm.

Then I watched as Helen smiled at me and everyone else and Akemi sat back down, impaling her pregnant pussy on my shaft.

“You see what you did baby?” Susan asked. “A big tough woman hater you are. The first thing you wanted to do when Helen sucked your cock was to give her pleasure and suck her pussy and you even gave her an orgasm but didn’t cum yourself. That is why we love you; not for the sex but for the way you want to take care of us. But there is a lot more baby. Now we have to put a scarf over your eyes so we can play a little game.” Susan ended.

The scarf was silk and I could not see through it but I could smell it. My women had given it their personal scent, I was sure of it. It was not exact but I was sure it was the combination of all of them.

“Now here is the game” Akemi said as she moved still on my cock. “First kissing and in the end you tell us who kissed you.”

I felt one then another then another then strange, well there is a lot of things I may not get. We kept kissing until Akemi said, ok we start now. Four kisses and tell us who. By this time Akemi was off my cock, she could not bend and kiss me, our baby in the way. One of my girls took her place of that I am sure.

“Ok the first was Susan, and then Akemi and then Helen and then one of you went a forth time, but I am not sure which one.” I said.

I was not told the correct answers and we went to the pussy test. Now I did like this one, I liked it a lot. The practice was a pussy over my mouth and some licking and tasting and then another and another and it kept up until I was lost in the count. By now I had tasted all of them a number of times so the contest started. The combined smells, juices and tastes on my face and tongue and in my nostrils threw off any memory that might have existed. Then it started.

I guessed Helen, then I was not sure but then it was Susan and Akemi. Again I was not told if I was correct.

We did breasts next and I did my guessing. One set appeared to be really big and heavy that confused me. None of the girls had real big breasts.

The last was my cock. First it was cock sucking and then guessing and then it was a little cowgirl on my cock. I was damn happy for the chemical assistance. Again with all the up and down and on and off before the game actually started I was on sensory overload. They did give me a little rest between contests so that I would not shoot too soon. Chemistry or not this was a tough way not to cum; I was ready most of the time.

Being restrained just seem to add to the game, but I did feel some additional tension in the air.

When it was over I still had my cock inside of a very tight pussy and then there was the kiss, obviously from lips I was not used to. Those lips smelled and tasted of the same pussy I had been eating as did all the women, they loved to eat each other too. Then there were breasts on my chest during the kissing. Then she got up and let me lick her a little so I took the opportunity to find and suck her clit some and after a few moments got my mouth around her and sucked gentry until she had a small orgasm. Then she kissed me and moved back onto my cock.

Now then tension was so heavy the room was thick with it.

“Baby I am going to take the blindfold off. You still are restrained. We love you baby, just listen and don’t hurt yourself. Please baby remember that we love you, we all love you so much, and this is all for you.” Susan said as she took the blindfold off with hands that I could feel clearly shook.

The next words I heard ripped at the very core of my being.

“I love you daddy” said the beaming face of a much older and mature June.

I started to struggle to force her off but she was impaled on me and all that moving around was not something that was going to make my cock go down. If anything I got harder.

“June, what the hell are you doing? Get off of me right now.” I said. Even ten years later I could recognize her.

Her body had changed though from ten to twenty. She had huge breasts. I knew my family and no big tits there, they must be from Jim’s side of the family, I thought.

“My name is not June daddy; it is Mary, Mary Collins. I changed it as soon as I turned eighteen. I am named after your mother. Don’t fight it daddy, I know all about it and you. Susan and I have been talking since I called you all those years ago, even before then too daddy.”

Mary was rocking on my cock, not hard, but just enough to give us both pleasure.

“I loved you so much daddy. You have no idea how it hurt me to find out I betrayed you. But you forgave me immediately, I know you did, and I loved you even more for it.

“How many ten year old girls are given scholarships to special schools for gifted students and the scholarship includes school and non school clothing as well as books and computers, transportation to and from school. That scholarship included riding lessons, ballet lessons, and music lessons and any other lesson I wanted as well as trips to Europe.

“Even when mother and that man had nothing and were broke I still had my scholarship and it even included room and board if I wanted and meals even if I didn’t want to live at school.

“I never called that man father or dad, or even uncle after I left the court that day. I never spoke with him again, not one word. If he went to hug me I pulled away before he got to me. He disgusted me even at ten years of age after I learned the truth of what he and that woman did to you. I love you and they hurt you, and they lied to me so I would hurt you too, and that was all I needed to know.

“I chose to live at school and yelled and screamed until they agreed. I never let anyone call me June I made them call me Mary and I never answered to that man’s last name. I told them my name was Collins and I did not care what their records said.

“I preferred to never go to their home, even after they got married. I stayed at the school even during holidays but then something happened to me that I did not expect; I fell in love. I was already in love with you but I met someone else and we were deeply in love and still are.

“You are my first man daddy. I am a virgin, but without a hymen, that is long gone. No, a boy did not do it, a finger did and it was another woman.

“Susan, and Akemi and I planned all of this out. They love you and loving you myself I knew how it happened. But I was afraid, so I needed more information and I needed someone I trusted to see if you were like they said. I needed to know everything about you and how you might treat me. How you treated Susan and Akemi was a good indication.

“But daddy, even though you are not my real father, you are my daddy, I sent someone I trusted to find out about everyone, I sent someone who would tell me the truth, I sent my lover to be here with you, I sent Helen, and she was in on it almost from the beginning. You did not even approach her and eventually we had to get you to see she was a sexual being and having sex with Susan and Akemi. Even then you did not hurt her and you treated her like the virgin she was. You were kind and gentle and I knew you had not really changed.” Mary said.

“And I know about the pictures too. I know about the books, one for each year, pictures of me at school, graduations, awards, playing sports, you have every year of my life from our separation. Year books from school, report cards, even birthday cards you never sent me but saved where you wrote how much you loved me and forgave me. I know you love me daddy, even if you are not my father.” Mary added.

“There is one last thing. I am the one who turned the VOS on with your recorder. I eventually knew something was wrong and thought you did not really know, so I turned it on. If you knew about it then you would do nothing. If you did not know about it then you could decide what to do.

“It was Susan that gave me the idea. Yes I have been talking to Susan for many years; she always answered your phone even before you got your divorce.” Mary said.

All of the women in my life had betrayed me, had lied to me, had tied me to a bed and foisted this reality on me. Hell even Susan had shown them all my hidden diaries and photographs and mementos of Mary. Yes I loved her and wanted to take care of her. They were all looking at me, with some apprehension. Then Susan, my first lover Susan, the mother of my daughter, who did not let me name her Mary because there was already a Mary Collins, moved in close and kissed me and I kissed her back moving my head into hers. She smiled and moved back and all of my women kissed me, with Mary last, but still rocking on my cock.

“Baby, you need to know one more thing. I helped that little scene at the trial with Mary saying she did not know you did not know. That was my idea too. And the phone call after a few years, we pushed just a little too hard. We all knew about you paying for everything for Mary and I thought that you might be ready for contact but you were still hurting. Mary never got your exact message but we kept talking all the time.” Susan added.

I did not even realize that it happened but I had moved my arms around Mary and held her to me and listened to her as she cried in my arms and I cried with her.

“You are the only man I have had and the only man I ever will have. You are not my father but you will be the father of my children, our children. Helen and I are both twenty and finished with college, gifted you remember? You even paid for her to finish school with me, although Susan took care of the bills. Sorry daddy, but I think you should know. Not a night has not passed that I have not cried in my sleep dreaming of losing you daddy.

“You have a choice again daddy. You can kiss me good-bye and I will leave, you can kiss Helen and I good-bye and we will leave, or you can roll me over on my back knowing that I finished my period just two weeks ago and I am as fertile as I can be right now, and we can start on making you the real father of my children.” Mary said.

I rolled her over, told her she was never going to leave, that I loved her and always would, and after a few orgasms gave her eggs the warm bath they needed. I am sure that between our all crying and my cuming deep inside of her, we made a baby that night. I could not believe how right it felt, to have her back with me.

When she was finally done and I was shrinking, despite the pills, she smiled at me and said “I think I need to finish this way” and moved me close to her head and began to suck my cock clean. I was going to do the same to her when Helen moved into the way, kissing my cum from Mary’s pussy.

The I saw Mary put her arms around Helen’s waist and pull her over and Helen opened her legs and straddled Mary’s head. Then Mary, white hands on black skin pulled Helen’s pussy, her lover’s pussy, to her face and I could see how Mary was between Helen’s engorged black pussy lips. Looking I could see Helen’s black face between Mary’s white legs.

It was so hot looking that I revived immediately. Mary saw and taking a hand gently tried to move my body close to her and Helen. I wanted to fuck Helen, I wanted to slide my cock over Mary’s tongue and into Helen’s pussy as my daughter sucked on her black clit. I wanted to feel us cum together.

Mary pulled at me and my cock was there at the entrance to Helen’s pussy and I could feel her black pussy lips on my cock helmet as Mary licked the underside. Then Mary opened her mouth and sucked the head of my cock and then placed it at Helen’s hole and I pushed it in.

Helen looked up at me and I bent over and kissed her, tasting myself and Mary, as well as Susan and Akemi on her cum drenched mouth.

“Mary and I are on the same cycle. I decided I would quit taking my birth control pills before my period started. I am as fertile as Mary is.” Helen said. And then almost as an after thought she smiled and said, “I changed my last name to Collins two months ago.”

I was already at her entrance and bent over her and I just slid my cock into her and she moaned, smiled and went back to eating Mary as I told her I hoped to make a baby in her too tonight. Helen stopped and looked up at me and smiled, with a face full of my and Mary’s juices. You probably already did this morning she said as she went back to exciting her lover, Mary.

Finally we finished, or at least I did. I was exhausted. I turned to lie next to Akemi as she was near giving birth and needed the closeness as did our baby. I found Mary had taken my other side and I held her too. Susan and Helen took their places next to Akemi and Mary. I suggested that maybe I should take a shower as I smelled of sex but Akemi said this was our scent and we all had the same scent, it was us. We went to sleep.

It was not that I heard it, more that I felt it. I got up without waking the others and went to see Elizabeth. She had not begun to fuss but I knew she would. I picked her up and held her and stroked her little face and checked to find she needed a little change. She was still out, like only a baby can be and was not in the slightest upset by the fact all of us were in the house or that I had interrupted her favored sleeping position. It would be that way with all of our children, I would feel it rather than hear it and come to care for them; after all I was their father and protector.

I did all the standard things and got her diapered and ready for sleep when I felt the first contact. Standing next to me and smiling was Susan and Akemi came up to the other side. Then Helen and Mary came over and each stroked Elizabeth’s face. Mary took Elizabeth in her arms, and Elizabeth did not act alarmed and remained asleep.

Mary carried Elizabeth into our bedroom because that is what it was, our bedroom, and put Elizabeth into bed with all of us. I guess we are going to need a new and bigger bed. We slept through what was left of the night. Elizabeth did wake up hungry and when I held and kissed her and put her on Susan I noticed three other pairs of eyes looking at me.

“Is this the way it was with me daddy?” Mary asked. “Is this the way it is going to be?”

“Yes baby that is what I did with you, except I bottle fed you but I cared for you. And yes, this is the way it will be for all of our children. The children will be OUR children, not your children, or Helen’s children, or Akemi’s or Susan’s children, they will be all OUR children. You will all be mommy and I will be daddy no matter which child it is that calls. I can’t be any other way.” Del told them.

I would have two virgins, two women who would love me no matter what happened, would be my best friends and lovers and would join my unique little family.

I had started this journey thinking all women were cheating whores and bitches. Yes I did provide for Mary, she was only ten, and well she was only ten, and I had loved her from the time even before I saw her. I did not give up on her. I am glad to know she realized it from the beginning.

Susan and Akemi were too old to have more children but wanted to have some anyway, and because they loved me I was to be the father. But one was enough at their age and since Susan had been talking to Mary all those years, they began the discussion that eventually hatched this part of their little plan.

Susan and Akemi did confess to being a lot older than they said but I never asked what their real age was, I just did not care. I loved them and they loved me. Suffice it to say they were separated from me by more than the years I was separated from Helen and Mary.

We have a very big bed, a very big bed.

Akemi had a beautiful son for us and all the women doted on him, and I can’t blame them at all, he is a real looker and I doted on him too, just like I did and do with Elizabeth and all that followed them. I went from lonely to sublimely happy.