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The first thing I noticed upon returning to my senses was the peculiar
sensation of lying supine in a strange location. I was still naked but on a
soft surface, much like a bed. The lighting was a bit dim, the
surroundings seemed feminine, and the linens were perfumed. My wrists were
locked into fur-lined shackles and confined above my head, with both ankles
being fastened to the bedposts at the other end in a similar fashion.
There was a good deal of laughing and revelry coming from an adjacent room,
all of which seemed to be female voices. It sounded like a party. I
strained to hear some of the things being said, but all of the chatter was
interspersed with giggling and wasn’t too lucid. After a short period of
time, a woman poked her head in the door and called out to the partygoers
after noticing my emerging consciousness.
“Gina!” the voice said. “He’s awake!” She abruptly closed the door and
began conversing with someone in the hall. I tried to shake the cobwebs
from my head as I seemed to hear the assemblage of voices move away. When I
had almost drifted to sleep again, the door opened and an attractive woman
came inside.
It was the woman who had prosecuted me in the courtroom. She had changed
from her business suit into blue jeans and a sweatshirt, but my body still
tensed in mortification at her presence. She smiled sweetly as she sat upon
the bed, and roughly grabbed and pulled my face towards her as I began to
glance away.
“You can look at me, Daniel,” she said, smiling infectiously stroking my
hair lightly. “In fact, I want you to look at me!”
“What happened? Where am -” I was still a bit groggy from whatever drug
they had used to sedate me in the courtroom.
“The jury retired after you deprived us of your conscious presence,” Gina
said, matter of factly. “You were subsequently convicted of first degree
rape. It took them about fifteen minutes to decide.”
“Well, why–why am I here? Where’s my own attorney? What-what’s going
on?” I strained against my bonds. “Why am I tied up like this?”
“You’re here because I wanted you here.” Gina licked her lips and trailed
her fingernail sensuouly down my neck. “I defeated you in public before
the world, and now it gives me enormous pleasure to defeat you in private.”
“What are you talking about?” I raised my head as much as the restraints
would allow. Gina smiled.
“Minutes after the unanimous verdict was read, the world’s various
governments ordered the full implementation of a global policy of male
management. That order is being carried out as I speak, with males
worldwide being separated from one another and segregated into small groups
for transport to labor camps at diverse locations.” I groaned and leaned
back as Gina’s light touch danced about my erect nipples.
“In fact, Daniel, you are now something of a pariah amongst the male
population.” She continued to rub me softly, with my own humiliation
heightened by my arousal. “Some of them speak of inflicting bodily injury
on you. Others talk openly of murder. They consider you weak and
worthless, a poor representative of your own gender.” Gina suddenly reached
down and cupped my scrotum, giggling audibly as she stared into my eyes.
“Which, of course, is what you are. That’s why we targeted you for
prosecution and for this demonstration.” Gina brought my thickening organ
to a fully erect state with some skillful stimulation, much as she had in
the courtroom. She continued to speak.
“We will, naturally, fully protect your safety and provide you with a
comfortable existence. You will never have to work in the camps with the
other males. In fact, you won’t be allowed to work at all. Which is why
you’ll probably never again see another male in person for as long as you
live. From time to time, we’ll take pictures of you apparently living a
life of luxury and leak those photographs to the males in the camps.” She
grinned from ear to ear as I squirmed in agony. “Keeping the males angry at
…End of the part5. To be continued..

Mark broke off the kiss and reached for the cookies. Slowly, he
crumbled them along the center of her chest, watching them fall
against her glowing skin.

“Santa, you’re getting messy again. You really must clean up
after yourself.” She grinned at him. She watched him as his
head dipped down, licking up the crumbs slowly, his beard softly
rasping her skin. “Mmmmm, yes. Now, don’t miss any.” He looked
back up at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and made a
show of licking very carefully between her breasts catching each
small crumb.

“Sorry-no milk there for the cookies. You’ll just have to get a
glass.” She grinned back. He answered her by nipping her
engorged nipple.

“Tease.” She sighed. “Is this my Christmas present?”

“Oh, no, it’s mine.” He licked another line up to the tip of
her breast catching the last of the cookies.

“While I love all this attention, this really isn’t very
comfortable, sweetheart.” She said wriggling against the carpet.

“Hold that thought,” as he got up and strode quickly to the
couch, removing the shams and the afghan they kept there for
chilly nights.

Gently, he lifted her head up and put the pillow under her.
The crumbs were gone, and she turned to her side. He laid down
beside her, pulling her naked back against his chest, then
wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

“I love you,” he murmured as they watched the fire. She pulled
his arm tighter around herself in response.

“The fire is nice. It’s almost hypnotic.” She said. “I could
almost sleep here, if the floor wasn’t so hard.” She added.

“I was thinking the same thing.” They listened to the crackle
of the fire, his hands gently caressing her abdomen and the
undersides of her breasts. She took his hand and brought it to
her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its
wanderings.

“Lets put the air mattress down here next year. After the kids
go to bed, we’ll put it up, and sleep in front of the fire…a
new
Christmas tradition.”

“Will I be able to eat the cookies in bed?” he squeezed her.

“No crumbs in my bed!” she grinned, turning in his arms and
kissing his jaw.

“Actually, that would be nice…then I wouldn’t have to drag you
upstairs to give you your Christmas present, since you require
more comfort than the floor. You know, now that I think about
it, it would probably be safer too, with the fire and all.”

She nodded sleepily against him, “The kids are going to be up
at the break of dawn.”

He sighed, then stood up and placed the grate in front of the
fireplace.

“Did you put out Santa’s Letter?” she asked.

“Yep, right on the cookie plate, properly covered in cookie
crumbs.” He paused. “I’ll race you upstairs…and whoever wins
has
to give the other their Christmas present tonight.” He smirked.

“Oh, no. You promised me.” She giggled, tossing the pillows for
him to put up as she raced him up the stairs.

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I know I should not be writing this letter to you, but it is the only
way I can get my message across to you. I have been going through this
for the last six years trying to decide to write this letter or not,
but i cannot stop myself now, so here it goes. You know somewhat what
type of person I am, but I really have two personalities, one for home
and the other for work. You pretty well have to do this to keep sane
working at Overland, you know this.

For the last six years, ever since the first day I worked at Overland,
I have had stronger and stronger feelings for you and what type of
person you are. You are a very special freind to me, and have made a large
influence to me and my life in the time I have known you. You probably
know that I am not too good at relationships with woman, you can tell
this from my last little stint with a Girl named “Tracey”. You are really
the only woman I have had as a man- woman realtionship with in the last
few years. I guess my problems really started when I met this girl named
Dawn, you remember her of course. When I was somewhat seeing her, I could
not help myself from falling in love with her, and I mean deeply in love,
more then she will ever know. I have a tendency to do that with most woman
I meet and go out with, it is just one of those problems I must deal with.

What I am trying to say is that I am not falling in love with you, you
have no worries there. You have a good marraige and two great kids, I
would never want to get in the way of that. What I am saying is that is
I need a Woman to understand what I am going through, and that is I know
deep down inside I will never have a successful relationship with a woman.
Don’t get me wrong I love woman very much, I’m no fag if that’s what
you think, in my opionion they can all go fuck themselves. I dont mind
people being different races, different colors, or different religions,
but when a person is not straight, count me out on liking that person,
just my feelings. I know now that I will never Marry and I will never
have children, both of which I most desperatly want, because I know it
would make my life all that more meaningful. What I am not saying is that
I don’t find you a turnoff though, I find you incredily attractive and
Boy Oh Boy, if I or you were ten years older or younger, I wouldn’t wait
a second to make my move on you. You know I am not a pervert or anything,
because if I was I would of tried something on you years ago. I hope I am
not scaring you by writing this to you, I would not do anything to harm
you or anybody, you know that. But everyday when I see you I can help
myself but wonder what It would be like to be with you, yes sexually,
but more importantly, emotionally.

Yes, sex is one of the most important things in a relationship to me
and to most persons, but if you cant link with someone emotionally in a
relation- ship, its not worth it. God I hate writing this, it is so hard
even to write it down, it would be impossible to say it to you. It kills
me everyday to see you and wonder what it would be like to be with you.
I know everybody has fantasies about most people that they are around,
its normal. You probably hate to admit it and probably never would, but
admit that you have had a fantasy about me. Maybe not I dont know, but
most people do have them. I am not asking you for anything, because it
would ruin our relationship that we have now and would complicate things
further more. I just wanted to tell you my feelings about you, before
I told you upfront and scared you, which is the last thing I want to do.

I just wonder sometime what It would be like to make mad passionate
love with you, to make you’re every dream come true, and to fulfill
you like no other man ever has. It is something I think about when I am
at work, why do you think I spend a lot of time around you. And why do
you think I like bugging you all the time, because I cannot get enough
of your attention. You probably notice that I don’t ever hardly look
at you much, because when I do. all I think of is you and I together.
You know how tough it is when you give me a neck massage, I swear,
and I’m not lying. Every time you do that, I walk away with a Hard On,
No Kidding. That is what you do to me, you drive me nuts sometimes,
I just wonder what it would be like to sneek away somewhere at work
and make love to you, but I know you’re not into quickies. But just to
be with you would probably kill me, it has been very long since I made
love to a woman, if you can beleive it, it has been over 5 years now,
god its been over three years since I even kissed a woman.

I hope you understand my feelings toward you now, I am very glad I
have told you this, and maybe I can get on with my life in the way of
having a meaningful relationship. I’m sorry if I have hurt you in anyway
by writing this to you, but it had to be said.

From your dearest friend.
Kevin

In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some
girls from a Catholic school. I had my eye on the
prettiest one for a long while. Her name was Mary. At
sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a lot
of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization
that we had nothing in common. I asked her out and she
accepted. She was overjoyed at my attention. I was
overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I
couldn’t understand anything she was saying due to the
noise on the bus. I just nodded my head.
Now I’m sure you think you know what comes next. Young
boy finds carnal bliss. Well, I didn’t find it with Mary.
Her cool head prevailed (luckily for both of us probably)
and we never got past first base. We were looking for
different things. She wanted to go out and do things with
me. I wanted to find out what her breasts looked like. I
was working six days a week and she was keeping her blouse
on, so we had no basis for a relationship. Selfish person,
I got what I deserved.
I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could
have turned out differently. It left me with a desire to
fulfill my teen-age dreams and go all the way with Mary or
someone like her. I thought about her in that cute school
uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the
knee, the white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought
about the one time I saw her bra down her shirt. I thought
about the one time she bent over a little too far so that
her dress went up just enough for me to see her white
panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no
Mary despite the fact she had gone to Catholic School. She
did remain a virgin until after she graduated high school,
but between that time and the time I met her, she turned
into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also
an incredible mind reader, so I shouldn’t have been so
surprised by her birthday present to me.
I went over to Ginger’s house on my 27th birthday. She
opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from cumming
on the spot! There she was, almost as if taken from my
fondest memories, wearing the white blouse, white socks,
and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair
in a school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed
against her shirt. Her cute ass gave shape to the skirt.
Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an innocent hug and
said, “I’m curious about sex. Could you show me how?”
There were no sweeter words she could have said. I’d
been waiting years to be able to explore the pleasures of
sex with this fantasy figure. I wanted to savor this
experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and tension I
felt, hoping to get into Mary’s pants.
“First”, I said, “there’s the kiss. Open your lips a
little and put them against mine.” She stood on tip toes
and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her, careful to
stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along to her lips
and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough
and soft and wet. She wouldn’t reciprocate at first, then
she started to get into it. As usual, she brought me close
to cumming, just with her lips and tongue against mine. Oh,
did she make me hard!
I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone,
“That is called French kissing”.
She jumped up and down. “Oh, that was fun! It made me
feel so juicy inside.”
I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But
how I longed to show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness
was for. I said, “I liked it too, you sure are a good
kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to go to
second?” I nodded in the general direction of her chest.
Ginger played coy. “Well, I don’t know, maybe just a
little, to see what it’s like.”
I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of
it. Ginger really doesn’t have much besides nipples, which
is a real turn-on for me. Her breasts were pretty much
lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded training
bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn’t
doing much good.
“Gee, I don’t feel a thing”, said Ginger, confirming my
fears. “There must be more to it than this. If it’s second,
it should be better than first.”
“Well let me try this”, I said, unbuttoning the top
button of the blouse. I put my hand down the front of her
shirt and into the bra. Ginger let out squeals of delight
and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her nipples to
erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and
down, over her breasts to her waist.
I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. “Oh, but
then you’ll be able to see my breasts!”, she said.
I begged her, “They feel so wonderful, please let me see
them! It’s not really second base unless I can kiss them.”
She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting a
typical 16 year old, I fumbled with the clasp in the back.
I let the bra rest on her shoulders and placed my lips on
her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple,
nuzzling it’s wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and
sucked it bringing sincere moans from Ginger.
I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if
she’d like to find out about third. She asked what third
was and I told her it was “petting below the waist”. “That
sounds like fun!”, she said.
I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands
anywhere she wanted. She put one on my thigh, not the
boldest of moves. I put a hand on her dress, feeling her
soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway up her
thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the
dress, feeling naked thigh.
I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my
post-pubescent life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool
skirt, inches away from the mysteries of pleasure I longed
to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher and higher, up
into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate
cotton fabric that foretold of delights to come. Meanwhile,
Ginger’s hand had slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my
wonderfully hard cock.
“Oooh, it’s so hard and long!”, she said, exploring
outside my zipper.
I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in
lifting up her dress. She was sitting with her legs
together, so, although I could see her beautiful panties,
her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke
out cutely from the sides of her undies.
Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants.
“Wow! It’s got this big fat head on top and all these
veins,” She stroked it, making believe she didn’t know how
excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a hand
down the front of her panties.
I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and
stroked it with the rotating motion that always makes
Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my hand and began to
hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat,
shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep
up the pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass
in the air and I stuck my cock under her skirt. I pushed
her panties to one side and thrust my rock hard cock into
her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock with
a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my
hips slapping against her ass.
Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes,
pushing the pink cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I
held back for as long as I could, but, finally, I found
myself unable to hold back from consummating my fantasy of
fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped
shut. My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing
cock and into my warm, sassy and fun friend, Ginger.
I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year?

“Suddenly I feel someone standing behind me and there are hands on
each side of my waist and a very hard cock pressed into my ass through
the dress. He starts dry-fucking me through the dress, jabbing his cock
into the crack of my bum and rubbing around in circles, all over my ass.
After a minute or two, I hear Mack in the doorway saying, ‘What a slut!’
and I notice Tony is with him. I know it’s Steve banging away at my ass.
I feel like I should protest but the cock humping at my bum feels
very good. I let Steve rub against me for awhile.”

At this point, my cock was throbbing in Cathie’s ass and my hips twitched.
“No,” Cathie said. “No fucking. Just hold still.” Her ass clamped down
hard on my cock. I steeled myself and held still. I couldn’t look down
at my cock in her ass or I was sure I’d come instantly so I stared off
into a dark corner and just listened.

“Eventually I pull away from Steve and, without looking him in the eye,
I walk back into the living room. Tony is just putting on a record he
asks me to dance. I feel like I can’t say no, even though I find him
least attractive of the three. The whole album is slow and sexy and I
can see Mack and Steve sitting on the couch. Tony behaves himself for
awhile and I think he’s probably shy. He isn’t.”

“After a few minutes he has his left arm around me and his right hand
on my left tit, rubbing the nipple. Then he puts both hands on my ass
and pulls me toward him. I can feel his hard prick against my cunt and
I’m embarrassed again because he’s pulling my dress up at the back,
giving his buddies and good view of his hands wandering over my panties.
I feel like I want to tell him to stop but I don’t say anything.”

“I need to fuck you,” I told Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait, Goss. Wait until we both explode.”

“Argh,” I answered.

She continued, “When the song ends, Tony lets me go and we both stand
there. A new song starts and Mack says, ‘My turn.’. He and Tony change
places and before I know it, Mack has me pulled up tight against him.
Immediately, he pulls up the back of my dress and begins massaging my
ass through the silk panties, making sure my back is towards the couch.”

At this juncture, I felt Cathie sigh. She pulled slightly away from me,
sliding part of my cock out of her ass. Mesmerized, I watched my cock
emerge. Suddenly she pushed back and held tight. I groaned. Not moving
was almost painful.

Slightly breathless, Cathie said, “So we’re dancing for awhile and I’m
getting my bum felt up by this stranger while his friends watch and I just
ignore it. Well, it’s hard to ignore but I pretend nothing is happening.
I also pretend not to hear when Tony says, ‘Pull her panties down,
Mack.’.”

“Sure enough, still swaying to the music, I feel Mack’s hands move up to
my waist under my dress and take hold of the elastic top of my panties.
Slowly, in time to the music, he drags them down over my bum and they
drop to the floor and I step out of them. Now my bare ass is pointing at
the two guys. Mack is just holding the hem of my dress up as we continue
to dance.”

I jabbed my cock in and out of Cathie’s ass a few times before she
clamped down and forced me to stop.

“When the song stops,” she continued, “Mack steps back and looks me in
the eye. ‘We’re all going to fuck you,’ he says. Coming partially out of
my sexual coma, I say, ‘I only want you, Mack.’. He says, ‘Prick teaser.
You’ve been coming on to all of us all night and now you want to shut
my buddies out. You deserve a spanking. In fact, you deserve three
spankings.’ I say, ‘Oh, no, please.’ and he says, ‘Shut up and bend over
that footstool.’. He pushes toward the armchair and the footstool. Like a
dream inside my fantasy, I kneel on the carpet and bend forward over the
footstool. My dress rises up and all of them can see my bare ass again.”

“Mmmph,” I said, pulling my cock almost all of the way out of Cathie’s
ass, then pushing it all the way back in. “That’s cheating,” said Cathie,
moaning.

“First Mack kneels beside me to my left and flips my dress up over my
…End of the part3. To be continued..

“It’s no big deal for you,” she answered. “All you have to do is pee.
I’m the one who has to sit under it and get wet. Do you think you can
do it?”

“If I have enough beer, I’m sure I can do it,” I answered. “I’m just
not sure I want to do it.”

“Well, have another beer and think about it,” said Cathie. I got another
beer and thought about it. In the meantime, Cathie grabbed the dish
towel and started drying the rest of the dishes. I stood in the corner
and stayed out of her way.

“If we did it, how do you think we should do it?” she asked.

“Hmm?” I said, too embarrassed to say anything.

“Should I have my clothes on or off?” she asked. “Should I lay down?
On my back or my front? Maybe I should kneel down in front of you,
like I’m going to suck your cock?”

“Whatever,” I said. We went into the living room and sat down on the
couch. Cathie clicked the TV on with the remote control and we found
ourselves watching the news. She curled up with her legs tucked under
her body, facing me from the other end of the couch. I sat sprawled out,
slouching, on the other end. I was wearing my blue elastic track pants
and a floppy gray sweatshirt.

After awhile, I became uncomfortable as Cathie stared at me. She was
looking at the stretched crotch of my track pants.

“Yes?” I asked, somewhat exasperated.

“Are you full yet?” she asked eagerly.

“No,” I said sullenly, although I could feel a slight heaviness in
my bladder.

She jumped up and headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get you another beer,” she
said, disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later she was back,
depositing two bottles in front of me on the coffee table. “Drink up,”
she encouraged me as she settled back on her side of the couch.

“Yeah,” I said, going for another bottle. “If I keep this up, I won’t
be able to do much tonight.” This was a somewhat forlorn announcement,
since I knew I didn’t have much choice in any matter that night.

She was tucked up on her end of the couch again. “All you have to do is
pee,” she said. “It’s not like I’m expecting marathon sex or anything.”

“Sooner or later,” I agreed.

I was finishing the sixth beer when the news ended.

“Don’t you have to go yet?” Cathie sounded frustrated.

Although I did have to go, I said, “No.”

“Wow,” she said, a smile dancing around the very edges of her full
lips. Her brown eyes twinkled. “I never noticed your capacity before.
It’s amazing.”

“Practice,” I bragged, my eye teeth floating.

“Not even a dribble?” she asked, smiling at me.

“No,” I was gritting my teeth.

“I’ll get you a beer,” she volunteered, jumping up and running into the
kitchen before I could object. I looked at the ceiling and thought that
eventually I’d have to give in. Still, I was determined to hold out as
long as possible.

She came back with three beers, two for me and one for her. We watched
a half hour sitcom and I made a point of not laughing at anything.
In spite of myself, I gobbled down the seventh and eighth beers.

“So what are you going to do?” Cathie asked finally, perched like a
vulture on the other end of the couch. “Are you going to pee on yourself?”
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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>Sure… send it my way. Like I said… I remember pregnancy… I wished HE
>would have found me attractive then… of course, I looked and felt like a
>beached whale…
>
Gee. . . Sounds like my wife felt.
I was looking at her, so radiantly pregnant, and so gorgeous,
and she was complaining that she looked FAT!
To me, a glowingly pregnant woman is the most beautiful thing
in the world. It gave me a constant hard-on, and she couldn’t
understand it. The other thing that it did, is make me envious.
God! how I wished that I could take her place for a while.
(So did she, and she told me so. . . repeatedly.)

I always have fantasies about being a girl, and getting and being
pregnant. If I was a girl, I probably would have been knocked-up
at age-11, and continuously pregnant since then, during the times
I wasn’t nursing. I guess, it’s really a good thing I WASN’T born
a girl. Anyway, that’s why so many of my stories involve
little girls fucking their fathers. Where else would they even have
a chance, that someone who really loved them, was the one who got
them pregnant? (This always assumes that the little girl seduces
the man, not vice-versa, as usually happens in real-life. Oh well,
that’s why it’s a story.)

Pete finally pulled out of me, and I felt like I’d been fucked by a
horse! Jill moved down and licked my pussy from behind. I was beyond
orgasming just then, but it felt good. Jill told me that my pussy
stayed wide open for a few minutes and she stuck her tongue in my gaping
cunt hole. Chris wasn’t finished, and she started sucking Pete’s huge
cock. I just watched for a while, too exhausted to move, and Jill’s
tongue felt sooooo good! Pete was only half hard, but he was still
huge. About 9 inches I’d guess. I watched Chris suck most of him down,
choking slightly. Jill sat up and rolled me over, kissing me and
letting me suck her tongue like Chris had done mine. I love Jill, and I
realized it then, and I wanted to leave with her just so we could hold
each other and kiss all night. Chris started sucking Jeff, and Pete was
fucking her. I wondered where these guys got their stamina. Jill laid
me in her lap and caressed my tits while we watched. Chris was kneeling
with Pete behind her and she sucked Jeff’s cock all the way down. Both
the guys were getting into it when Chris changed the game. “Fuck my ass
with it! Shove it up my ass!” She moaned to Pete. “Are you sure?”
Pete said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “FUCK MY ASSHOLE YOU PRICK!
CUM IN MY ASS!” Pete slowly slid that huge cock in her ass. Jill and I
moved over to get closer.

Neither of us believed what we saw. Oh, sure, Jill and I had both had
our boyfriend do that, but never with such a huge cock! Chris grunted
as though she were passing a big bowel movement, and then Pete’s cock
slid up her ass. I put my hand on her stomach and I could feel her
getting filled. Jill had one hand on her pussy while she watched, and
my own asshole itched with at the idea of his huge cock there. Pete
moved in and out slowly, holding several fingers around the base so he
wouldn’t hurt her. Chris started moving her ass faster and faster, and
Pete just stayed still, letting her fuck his cock. I was still fucked
out, but my pussy was so wet watching, I started fingering my own pussy.
Jill laid down and started sucking Chris’s tits and I sat on Jill’s
tits, rubbing my wetness over her big tits. I was watching Pete’s cock
slide in and out of Chris’s ass in amazement. Jeff groaned and I could
see Chris jerking his shaft up and down into her mouth. She sat up
suddenly and kissed me, Jeff’s sperm flooding my mouth as a surprise.
Her breath was ragged in my mouth, her ass full of Pete’s pumping cock,
and a lot of Jeff’s sperm ran down our faces and onto my tits. Chris
moaned into my mouth and shuddered. She was coming and I knew why.
Jill’s fingers were rubbing her cunt. Jill grabbed the sofa and moaned,
her hips were shaking, and she put her face down on Jeff’s still stiff
cock. Pete pulled out of Chris’s ass quickly, making her cry out. He
stepped over Chris’s back, straddling her and jerking his cock. I was
wondering what he was doing, and slid back, letting Jill begin to sit
up. Pete turned towards me and shot a thick stream of his cum against
my tits. Then another. What didn’t land on me, dripped onto Jill below
me, or Chris’s back. Pete spermed again, and hit my mouth and cheeks.
It felt good, and when he stopped, I looked down at Jill. She had some
on her cheek, but most of it had landed on her big beautiful tits. We
licked each other off, and Jeff, Pete and Chris all watched.

Finally, laying in Jill’s arms, I looked over and saw that the three of
them were cozied up together too. My ass was up in the air and Jeff
came over to me stroking his still hard cum slick cock. I knew I wanted
him to fuck me again and started to wiggle my ass towards him. Jeff
spread my legs and pressed his hot cock up my cunt banging me with hard
fast strokes. I began to get off again and Chris crawled over to me and
got up under my legs and began to suck and lick my clit while Jeff
pounded his hot shaft up my quivering pussy. I began to climax again
and Chris made Jeff pull out before he shot his load. Spreading my ass
cheeks Chris put Jeff’s throbbing cock against my asshole and told him
to fuck my anus. I had been fucked up the ass before but the feeling I
got when Jeff pressed his hot stiff meat up my asshole was too much to
be believed between his hot cock rammed up my asshole and Chris with her
hot tongue on my clit and her fingers up my pussy I thought I would die
from the pleasure. Jeff reamed my asshole with hard pounding strokes
until I was continually in an orgasmic trance and finally filled my butt
with his thick creamy sperm as I flooded Chris’s mouth with my hot pussy
juice.

That night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had with more than one person.
Jill and I saw Chris several times after that, but now that I’m going to
USC now, we share an apartment off-campus so we can sleep with each
other all the time. We’ve both shared a guy or two, but we have the
most fun with each other or just our respective boyfriends. Somewhere
in the back of my mind, I always knew that one day Jill and I would kiss
passionately. Several times come to mind during our high school days
when I thought about doing i, but thought it would offend her. She says
the same thing. I dearly love Jill, and she loves me too. We both
still like guys, but there are times when all we want to do is hold each
other and kiss and touch, without a big rush. The guys we’ve shared
have told us that we’re two hot girls, especially when we suck their
come from each other’s pussies. I love doing that, because I know it
gives Jill lots of pleasure and she comes so much. Now I have to go.
Jill and I are going to bed, and recounting this has made me hot and
wet. For you gals out there just thinking about it, don’t be rushed.
If the girl you like touches you a lot and makes lots of very direct eye
contact, just brush her breast a little. If her eyes dilate and her
nipple gets hard, let it come naturally. That’s the best way. For you
guys, if you’re lucky enough to know a bisexual girl, let her have some
room. There are times when a woman can make you appreciate a man even
more.

Shauna



My name is Carol, and I’m twenty five, and I work in a shop in the
center of town. I think I’m very nice looking, for I have a first class
figure, and I like sex more than anything else in the world.

I am bi-sexual, and found that out some time ago, and making it with
another woman is very nice. But, to be honest, for a real thrill, for
the best possible orgasms, I go to a man, for I only feel really happy
and satisfied when I have a nice red hot cock inside of me.

Well, although I had made it with other women, I always had this
secret desire to have a threesome, a man, and me, and another woman, but
try as I might, I had been unable to get it together ….. until a few
days ago that is.

I was out shopping when I ran into Jane, and I hadn’t seen her for
ages. She is the same age as me and we used to fuck with each other
quite a lot, and then we sort of drifted apart.

We were both pleased to see each other, so we went into this little
coffee bar for a drink and a chat.

“Where do you live now?” I asked, for she had moved out of town six
months earlier.

“I’ve moved back,” she said. “I live just around the corner from
you. I’ve only been back a few days, and I was meaning to look you up.”

I stared at her across the table, and then picked up my cup. She
looked lovely with her long blonde hair and her sexy eyes and her lovely
smile. Just looking at her reminded me of the times we had fucked, and
thinking about that made the juices cream up inside me.

“Perhaps we could get together again sometime?” I suggested.

“That would be nice,” she said, she nodded and then she smiled. “I
remember how lovely your pussy used to taste,” she went on. “I loved
going down on you and licking your cunt.”

“I loved the taste of your sweet pussy also,” I said, and looked at
her and added. “how about getting together again?”

“I live with this man called Bill,” she said.

“Oh.”

“But come around and see me, Carol,” she said. “Come round and we’ll
have a threesome. I’m sure you’ll like Bill, he’s a great lover, with a
huge cock, and I’m sure he’d really love to get his cock inside you.”

“You always did say what you were thinking, Jane,” I said.

“No point in beating around the bush,” she replied. “look, here’s my
new address, come around this evening; meet Bill, and if you like him
then we’ll all get it together.”

“If you like him, them I’m sure I’ll like him,” I said.

“He has the tastiest cock that I’ve ever sucked,” she said, and she
stirred some sugar into her coffee.

“I like good tasty cock,” I replied.

“Yes, I know you do,” she said. “Not only has he got this huge cock,
but he really does know how to use it.”

“That’s nice,” I whispered, and the thought of a threesome that very
evening was making me very wet indeed, so wet that I thought my panties
would be a real mess when I got home.

“Look, come around about eight this evening,” she said, and she
finished her coffee and stood up. “I’m sure you’ll like him, and anyway,
I’m really looking forward to sucking out that pussy of yours again.”

“And I’m looking forward to tasting your cunt cream once more,” I
…End of the part1. To be continued..

BTW, the story is NOT about LYNN’s suffering, but JOE’s. HIS hurt, is the
one that’s supposed to break your heart.
Think about it, having to do that to someone you love, in the HOPE that
it MIGHT save her for someone else. To be willing to make someone you
love, and had hoped to have love you, hate you, so that they’ll survive.
“Greater love hath no man. . .” I think that being willing to give up
the love of someone for their well-being, is at least as great, and THAT’s
the point I was trying to make.

I’ll admit, I WAS trying for shock-value, when Joe “did-in” her mother.
I wanted to raise at least a LITTLE doubt in the reader’s mind, whether
or not they had figured Joe out right.
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IN>Frank,

IN>Re whether Lynn was hoodwinked, yes, I think
IN>Joe and her mother did a good job of convincing the trusting
IN>starry-eyed girl that she was actually given up to a degenerate,
IN>and that he would enjoy her, and then kill her.
IN>Joe’s suffering is evident. Maybe you could put the “greater
IN>love hath no man…” quote in the story. It is both dramatic
IN>and succinct of the feelings Joe must have gone through before
IN>Lynn came over and all was patched up.

I would like to. I just can’t think of a neat way (or place) to put it in.
I’ll re-read it, maybe I can. Hmmmm. maybe afterwards, in a comment by
Lynn, or June. I’ll have to think about it. It’s a nice Idea, but I want
the story to flow smoothly. I’ll try. No guarantees though.

IN>For my own version of “what is right” you might
IN>also add in the epilogue that Lynn finished HS on the honor roll,
IN>despite her bulging belly.

Good point. I’ll fit that in somewhere at the end. “After finishing
High-school, Lynn has worked her way through college, and is now working
on her doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the
kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together. Now that the oldest
is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find interesting things to do
together while still maintaining a presence in the house.”

Something like that. I’ll have to work on it. Any suggestions about this,
or the other will be appreciated. I think, that if I put in that Lynn’s
working on her doctorate, then her finishing high-school (honor-roll or not)
would be superfluous. What do you think?

IN>Everybody seems to live and make love happily ever after.
IN>Does Joe continue as a professional top?

Yes, but in later years it becomes more of a side-line. His main line
becomes designing and supplying bondage clothing and accessories, with
Lynn as his main model. Do you think this needs to be in the story?

IN>do Lynn and June become his beautiful and kinky assistants?

Lynn does, as explained above. June is closer to being a “top”, than
a “bottom”. Sometime she helps him with a fantasy with Lynn. June remains
as kinky as ever, but with her own twist on things. How and why and where
she gets those kids of hers, are each stories in their own right. Joe
THINKS almost all the kids are his, but he’s not sure about at least 2 of
them. June likes to keep him guessing. (BTW, outside of the story,
for your information only, they ALL are. June loves him just as much
as Lynn does, and wouldn’t dream of cheating him. Make him THINK they might
not be his, yes. Actually HAVE anyone else’s kids, no. Joe suspects this.)

IN>Does the huge family move out of the soundproof apartment?

That’s a bachelor apartment. What do you think? One-bedroom, bath,
kitchen and tiny living-room, plus the one extra “dungeon” room. Of course,
the owners have bigger, fancier apartments, at sky-high rentals. No, they
moved to a small fixer-upper ex-farm-house, at the outskirts of the city.
By the time the story ends, with the three of them working on it, they’ve
…End of the part4. To be continued..

Dryad
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We have huge pine trees in our backyard. We’d been talking for years of getting rid of them. They’d drop needles all over our yard, as well as the yards of our neighbors. We couldn’t cut them down ourselves; they were too large, and with our luck we’d hit our house, or worse the house of a neighbor.

So we did what all suburbanites do, and called a tree service. My husband was at work, and my mother took the children so they wouldn’t be in the way and get hurt. I let them in early in the morning. The crew drove the heavy trucks into the backyard. They had one truck with a chipper on it, and one truck that held the cherry picker that raised them up high to top off the tree.

The crew included 4 men. They were all young, in their twenties, and very muscular, as you’d expect them to be. The crew chief was in his late 20’s, with short dark hair, and dark eyes. His smile was infectious, and soon, he had me feeling at ease.

I watched for a while, while things were explained to me by the various workers, answering my curiousity. It started to get warmer out, so I brought them out some drinks, to much applauded thanks. Since there were 4 good sized trees, I had been told they would be there the day. As the sun grew higher, Mike, I found the crew chief was named, called lunch break. The cherry picker came down in a loud hiss of hydraulics, and he hopped out and smiled at me. I offered my kitchen to the guys, knowing it wasn’t often they were able to get out of the sun and heat, which they all gratefully accepted. I looked at the cherry picker, knowing of my fear of heights, but also intrigued with the machine. I had surruptiously been watching Mike as he wielded his chainsaw high overhead, and had been getting warmer and warmer; a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

Mike was still outside, getting things together. I strode up to him, smiling sweetly. He smiled back, “What’s up?”

“Well…..I was wondering if you’d help me.” I smiled. I was still feeling my way through this half-hatched plan. It was wild, fantasy material, a bit of my former self that had been buried since my marriage.

“sure, what do you need?”

“Well, see, I’m afraid of heights. And I was wondering if maybe you could take me up in the picker. I know you can do it from the basket.” I smiled, hopefully sounding innocent, yet giving a hint of what I was thinking.
He looked at me quizzically, as if he wasn’t sure he was reading me right. My smile brightened as I saw he was reading me between the lines.
“Oh, sure, I think we can do that…You’d get a great view of the neighborhood.”

We walked over to the basket, where he lifted me over the side and deposited me in as if I were a feather, and I shivered at his touch. He climbed over the edge as well, and reached behind me, in the close confines, leaning into me, to grasp the belt there. “for safety,” he replied, winking at my quickened breath. He attached his and I found I had quite a free range of movement with it, which afterwards I thought should have been painfully obvious, considering what they needed to do in the basket.

He pressed the button, and I felt the hydraulics jerk as we began our ascent. He studiously looked the other way, looking out over the horizon. I was beginning to be unsure of what I was doing. After all, maybe he was just being nice…and he wasn’t aware of my limited seduction. I started to bemoan my lack of practice. Then, we were at the full height, and indeed, you could get a fantastic view of the whole neighborhood. He came to my side, his breath fluttering my hair as he pointed out various features of the land. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and looked at him.
“feeling adventurous?” I smiled as I slid down before him.

His eyes widened as he began to understand me. “discretion, right?” Well, I had to ask, after all, I am married. He nodded mutely, dumbstruck. The sides of the basket now hid me from view, and anyone looking up would assume he was by himself. I smiled up from my kneeling position, seeing only him and the blue sky above. I reached for his belt, and his hands settled over mine, helping me. I could feel his hardness pressing against his work pants, so I reached my hand in to keep the zipper away as I tugged it down. I looked up when I heard his soft moan. I smiled, as I dragged his pants and boxers (gotta love a man in boxers) to his knees.

His cock sprang out before me. I looked at it, smiling dreamily. Its one eye couldn’t seem to focus on me, as it kept bouncing around trying to get a better look. Its head was purple, flat and wide, silently begging for my attention.

So I gave it. No pretense, no complications. I took the head into my mouth quickly, my tongue flicking at the eye. I sighed softly, missing that which my husband long ago had decided was unnecessary. I slid my mouth lower, wondering if I was still as able. I bounced up and down on it a few times, but did finally manage to deep-throat his 6 inches, moaning deeply when his cock jerked in my throat. I looked up to see him holding either side of the basket, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration.

I began to swallow. Long hard swallows that squeezed his head in my throat. I smiled against his cock as I heard him moan rather loudly. I slid back up to his head and then off, blowing lightly at his tip and watching it jerk in response.

“Wow, where did you learn that!?” He shuddered in amazement, “Your husband is one fucking lucky guy!”

I snorted in derision, “he’s been turning my blowjobs down for years…why do you think I’m up here?” I smiled, the dove my head lower, and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I savoured the tightness of his skin, the taste of his sweat. He began to buck against my face, his cock sliding against it, as I sucked his balls. I looked and could see his knuckles getting white from the strength he was exerting. I took pity on him, and frankly myself, and latched back onto his hard, heated cock. My tongue swirled in mysterious patterns along the underside, my lips tightly over his head, as I began to truly suck. The suction was so great, I felt his balls tighten further, and my hand went down to squeeze them lightly. My other hand, wrapped around behind him, as I squeezed his ass.

I smiled as I felt his hands stroke my sun heated hair. I felt his confusion, trying to decide whether to pull me closer, or push me away. I took the choice from him, sliding back down to his base, continuing to suck and heard his gutteral moan. I took his hands from my head, and placed them on either side of my face, offering silently. He took my offer, beginning to quickly fuck my mouth, I moaned, feeling him shudder at the vibration. I got hotter and hotter, knowing he was close, knowing how close we were to others. He started to buck into my mouth, his smooth gait suddenly breaking down as he neared completion. I let my teeth gently graze and catch the underside of his head, my lips closing tightly as he exploded into my mouth, groaning loudly. I swallowed greedily, drinking as shot after shot of his salty sweet cum poured into my mouth. I slid back down to his base, sucking him cleanly off, absorbing the last spasms of his orgasm, before releasing his cock, and standing up.

It was at that moment the other workmen came out. They hollered up to me in their jovial way, “How’d you like the view?”

I grinned back, winking at Mike, “oh, its spectacular!”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001

In keeping with the theme, there’s a lesser known reprise to the song, “Its My Party”; Called “Judy’s Turn to Cry.”

Thanks Sir Fozzie for the great read…just hope I did your version Justice:).

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“Johnny!” Judy yelled. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she pulled on his arm.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, you Shrew. You never wanted me. I was some fucking prize. Well, you’ve got a prize now, you bitch, so just shut the hell up. I’m doing what I should have done ages ago.”

The rest of the restaurant was silent. Judy wedged herself out of her seat. Her burgeoning belly hit the edge of the table. At least one person in the audience smiled a bit smugly. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Unlike most women, pregnancy did nothing to accentuate her features. Her face was mottled and swollen, and her hair had none of that expensive bottle shine that it had known. It hung lankly down her back, pulled away from her face with a cheap clip.

“Well you didn’t exactly have a problem when you wanted to fuck me, now did you? It was all, ‘Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby!’ Well. That’s what you got and don’t you forget it! It was soooo easy to get you from Dana, just a little ass wiggle and a flash of tit, and you were drooling. Pathetic!”

Johnny walked across the restaurant as Judy continued to hurl threats to him. He stopped at the table where Dana was sitting, attempting to look like she wasn’t paying attention, but failing miserably.

He looked smaller than Dana remembered. His shoulders seemed to have caved inward, like someone who’d been beaten badly by life. She had heard that he’d lost out on the scholarship he’d wanted. She wasn’t a vindictive person; she had hoped he’d get it. Perhaps being in college would’ve made him grow up. Then she shook her head.

“Hey baby.” She looked up at him, astounded. The other diners seemed to collectively hold their breath.

“Can I help you Johnny?”

He had the grace to look ashamed. He flung a look over his shoulder. “Don’t mind the banshee.” He paused for a moment. “I missed you babe. You knew how to treat a guy right. Not like that.” he jerked his head in Judy’s direction.

“Yeah, I guess there is more to life than getting laid, eh Johnny?”

He stood silently in front of her.

“Is there something you wanted Johnny? Or did you just want to irritate your blushing bride?”

“Why didn’t you give it to me, huh? I saw the grin on Mike’s face…I KNOW you were givin’ it up to him. Baby we were so good together! Everyone said so!” He pleaded with her.

She could see Judy behind him with a stunned look on her face. Her anger flushed face faded to a stark white.

“Johnny. Go back to your wife. Mike makes me happy. He doesn’t play games with me. Which is exactly why you and Judy are perfect for each other.”

“Dana. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded, then his face hardened. He rushed past Dana to Mike, who’d just returned from the bathroom. “You! This is all your fault!” He launched himself at Mike, who stood still.

“Do you need another lesson, Johnny? You hurt her once, she doesn’t want to be hurt again.” He ducked Johnny’s roundhouse swing.

The restaurant customers watched avidly, as Judy burst into tears, trying to pull Johnny away.

“Let me go, you dumb bitch! If it weren’t for you, Dana would still be with me! Ever since I got involved with you, my life’s gone to shit!” In a rage, he raised his arm to hit her, then noticed everyone watching. His hand dropped quickly to his side.

“I think it’s time you left. You need to consider what’s important now. Take some responsibility for your own actions. You have a baby you’ll need to take care of.” Mike said steadily, watching Johnny take a deep breath.

Johnny looked at Mike, then at the rest of the audience. He turned quickly and walked out the door.

Judy stepped up to Dana. Mike watched, leery. “He still loves you, you know. As much as he can love anyone. But he’s mine.” She scowled through red-rimmed eyes. “So you stay away.” She sniffed, then she too turned away and followed him.

“You okay sweetheart?” Mike put his arm around Dana’s tense shoulders. “We can leave if you want.”

“Nah. Just a shock is all. The best thing that ever happened to me was him dumping me.” She smiled at him, and kissed his chin. “How else would I have gotten you?”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

“You have no idea how many times I pictured you like this.” He
said.

He leaned over her, kissing her passionately again, her arms
wrapping themselves around his neck then down the tight muscles
of his back.

It was then she felt it, the hard ridge of a scar over his left
shoulder blade. She broke off the kiss suddenly and asked him
quietly. “Is this why you’re home?” in a small, scared voice.
She watched him nod in the half light. She clung to him harder,
realizing how close she was to losing him.

“I promised I’d come home.” He whispered. His eyes looked
suspiciously bright, but it was only a moment before his head
dipped to her breast again, nuzzling their warm curves before
taking it into his mouth. His fingers danced across her skin,
remembering each curve, each dimple. His tongue followed suit
and her hands reached for his shorn scalp. She wiggled beneath
him, until he found her core. She whimpered. It felt so good,
but it had been so long. She pulled on his shoulders, pulling
him up against her length.

“Please just make love to me. I’ve missed you so much…” She
breathed.

He pressed gently but insistently at her center, his arms
supporting his weight over her. He slid smoothly into her.
Slowly he built her up, then stop when he felt her getting to
close. She pulled the pillow over her face, alternating muffled
screams with deep moans. Finally in frustration with his
teasing, she pressed him back, riding him hard, fast until she
screamed unmuffled in climax then fell forward onto his chest.
Sean pulled her into his arms, and pulled the comforter over
them.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Michael came in dragging his blanket. “I
thought I heard you yell.” His eyes opened wide when he saw his
father in bed. He dropped his blanket and launched himself at
Sean.

“DADDY!! I knew you’d be here! I knew you’d be here!” Sean
hugged the little boy close to his chest.

“And how did you know that, Kiddo?”

“Well, you promised that you’d get me a gift from over there.
And well, Santa isn’t here yet, and we haven’t fed the
reindeer…”

“Well, then, I guess we better hurry and put out those oats! We
don’t want Santa to forget whose house this is!” He smiled at
her over his head. “Let me get some clothes on, Mikey, and go
get your coat on.” Michael scampered out of the room.

“I’ll just be a few minutes.” He leaned over and kissed her,
then pulled on his pants and grabbed a coat from the closet. In
the light, she could see the large scar, and she shivered in
fear. How he survived from such a large hit was beyond her, but
she thanked God that he was back with her. Cursed the Army for
not letting her know he was wounded, but knowing Sean, he’d
asked them not to tell her, to spare her worry.

After they came back up, and a potty break, Sean tucked Michael
into bed, reminding him that Santa couldn’t come if he wasn’t
asleep.

“I love you daddy.” He murmured quietly.

“I love you too.” He whispered over him and he kissed Michael’s
cheek.

Once he was out, Sean went into their bedroom, and pulled the
Christmas presents out of the closet.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

_She was gone._

He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly wended its way down his
cheek, as he began to pack her things.

The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He remembered how happy
she was, how she felt in his arms as they danced around the room. The material was soft,
clingy, sensual; like her. It floated around them, reminding him of their own wedding
day, when her veil floated around them as he swept her in his arms. He sighed softly,
inhaling her lingering scent.

Maybe this was a bad idea. It was too soon, too raw a wound to clean out now. He
didn’t want to lose what he had left of her. He closed the half filled box and headed out
the door.

He found himself walking. Not quite aimlessly, but meandering nonetheless. He ended
up in the city park, a grand old place. He walked the avenue of ancient oaks that soared
above him in an arch. The squirrels tittered at his feet, playing some sort of squirrel
soccer with a nut. He smiled slightly, remembering how she would always throw them
the saltines she invariably kept in her oversized purse.

They met in this park, near the large central fountain. It was right after the war. He had
come home, feeling lucky but feeling so very tired. She made him want to celebrate, to
_Live_. Her dark sparkling eyes, always so full of fun. She used to chase him around the
fountain until he reversed gears and would catch her. She would rock in his arms,
slightly out of breath, her breasts against his chest, as she tiptoed up to sneak a kiss.

It was as he was wandering that he bumped into her; Sandy, Denise’s best friend.

“Mr. Allard, I’m so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too young. I’ll miss her”
She said empathetically, her hand on his arm. He was unsure whether it helped or made
him angry.

“Thank you,” he said forcing a slight smile. “It was quick; she didn’t suffer much.” _Kid,
what did she know?_ She fell into step with him.

“This place,” he shook his head, “it was so special. Did you know, Laura and I met here?
I proposed to her, at the fountain.” He chuckled slightly. “I was never so scared. I shook
so bad, I actually dropped the ring in the fountain.” Sandy smiled at him. “I could see
you doing that. I bet Mrs. Allard just laughed.”

He nodded, smiling in memory, “We both jumped in, running our hands around looking
for it. She was so wet….” His voice trailed off, realizing to whom he was speaking.

Sandy reached out for his hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay. It’s important to remember her
that way. I’m not exactly the little kid you remember,” she pointed out softly.

And to his chagrin he noticed her obvious warmth and personality. A body young enough
to remember its soft curves but old enough to understand them. _She had to be what?_ He
thought to himself idly, _29? Yes, must be since Denise was._ With dusk quickly
approaching, it had begun to rain softly and he observed her nipples harden as the cold
water soaked her thin peasant blouse before shaking himself out of his reverie.

Sandy smiled at him, softly, empathetically. She took the hand she held in hers, and
placed it over her breast. “It’s okay.” She murmured softly. His fingers trembled, first to
pull back, then to rest over her breast. _So soft._ He shivered in memory, remembering
when Laura had given him her virginity. A very private moment, one he didn’t list when
he explained why the park was so special. Laura felt so soft under his hands, his fingers
pleading as his mouth couldn’t do. And she gave, God, did she give.

They ran through the rain, ran into the hemlock stand. The thick branches gave them
cover from peering eyes and the falling rain. He leaned low and kissed her softly, putting
all his boiling emotion into it. His hand caressed her face, memorizing each detail, the
soft slope of her jaw, the curve of her neck.

She leaned into the kiss, pressing her firm breasts into him, her arms wrapped around his
neck, open and giving. She showed him with her body, reminded him he was alive. Her
leg went up to link into his. Their lips parted, their noses touching when suddenly they
lost their balance and she landed on top of him. They laughed out loud, and she rubbed
his bottom, making the minor pain glow into something more substantial. They rolled in
the soft loamy dirt and dried needles that made their temporary bed as satiny as expensive
sheets. They smelled the damp spring rain, as their heavy breaths curled over their heads.

He pressed into her, kissing her, but suddenly shy. _What next? Should I? Can I?_ So
tender of her, even now adoring her. Her hands told him though, pressing his shoulders so
his lips were within reach of her chest. His lips covered a chilled nipple through her thin
shirt, warming it with his tongue. Emboldened by her shifting sighs, he laved the
opposite one with the same attention. Her body writhed beneath his, her hips pressing up
to meet his.

“Please.”

It was only a whisper. He heard it though, rejoiced in it. She would be his. He continued
to trail down her soft stomach. Her skirt was bunched up, and he could see her exposed
thighs. He gently knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Her hands
reached for his hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at her core, feeling the dampness on
her panties that had nothing to do with the rain. Her hands reached down to help him,
peeling them downward, down with her stockings. He sighed at the sight of her. The
scent of aroused woman, spring rain and hemlock would always make him remember.

He flicked his tongue on the outer ridges, enjoying her moans and squirms. He breathed
in her scent before nuzzling her core. Her body silently shuddered in response, and he felt
her lips spasm quickly. So silent, so different from the girls he’d met in Europe. They
had to announce to the world. Her orgasm was silent, just for him. His tongue fluttered
over her clitoris, lengthening her joy, until she whimpered low and he felt her pull upon
him, pulling him down.

He knelt up, trembling, wanting everything to be right for her. He pressed his head
against her opening, rubbing it softly against her wetness, before pressing slowly into her.

His body was shaking with the amount of concentration to retain his control. Slowly he
pressed into her warmth. Never had it felt like this. So warm, so tight. He pressed in
fully, before sliding back out just as slowly. Her moan of desire stirred him, and he
pressed back in. Slowly he built up the tempo, until he got lost in her, lost all control.
And then with her soft sighs, he too had his release.

As he came down, he opened his eyes. Sandy was beneath him, smiling softly. He was
stunned, even a bit embarrassed. It seemed so real, but it wasn’t Laura. _Laura…my
Laura…She’s gone. _

He collapsed onto her waiting, soft body, and wept, Sandy’s arms wrapped around him.
**************************

To be followed shortly by a mirror story, “Return” from Sandy’s point of view.

Copyright Dryad 2002 (gbbjg@yahoo.com) http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad

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