He offered her a massage, an offer he knew she never resisted. As she positiioned herself in front of him, she could feel that there was noticable bulge in his tight jeans. His hands felt so smooth running accross her back and shoulders. Every minute her panites getting wetter from his touch. Her glass soon ran empty, she started to feel very drunk, yet she conceeded when he offered to pour her another.

About two sips into her second glass she just could not resist the urge to reach back casually and rub. Luckily he took hints better in person than in texts. He asked her to take off her shirt, knowing she had nothing under it except her 34 DD breasts. She quickly obliged convicing herself it was nothign more than wanting a better massage. Telling him to mind the ground rules she had set afterall she was engaged.

Not even minutes later his hands soon found themselves to her chest. He began rubbing them in a circular motion which soon led to him just trying to encompass them completely in his warm hands. He started pinching her pierced nipples commenting on how nice her breasts were. She laughed at him telling him how she had always had the same boobs, asking him why he never seemed to notice them when she was a freshman.

He finally kissed her neck something she had been waiting for the whole time. Feeling his hot breath on her ear he whispered, "I always wanted to touch them but I was too shy." She couldn't believe it, her suspicions had been true! She quickly turned around doingwhat she had waited so many years to do, she finally kissed him. It was a deep and hard kiss, catching him off guard. 

Feeling quite confident she dropped off the couch onto her knees in front of him. She soon realized he had on a complicated belt and as inebriated as she was she had to ask him to assist her with it. Finally after minutes of struggleing his 8 inch cock sprung loose. She quickly moved it to her lips. Not wanting to waste a moment.

In between moans he was able to breathlessly able to explain that he had not been with a woman in over 7 months. She couldn't control herself and decided she needed to give him a release eventhough she knew she was cheating, it just felt so right. Flicking her tounge over the slit and her mastered deep throating soon drove him to cum. Spurt after spurt of hot salty cum erupted as she swallowed it all. He whimpered as she licked him clean.

He looked at his phone surprised he has missed 13 calls from his family. Over an hour late to HIS welcome home party. They quickly dressed as he rushed out the door. She gave him a final kiss telling him she needed to find him a single friend. 

 

“I had a wonderful time this evening…” she began as she held out her hand to him to shake.

 

He did not wait for her to finish her speech, but slipped his hand around the back of her neck.  He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers.  At first she resisted, but her sexual desire combined with the wine he had pushed at her all evening soon over powered her sense of proper deportment and she relaxed into his arms.

 

She was more than just a big girl, she was fat.  Her size had limited her social life and left her naive about dating situations.  She only knew what she had read, or seen in movies, or fantasized about when she was alone and her hands were massaging her breasts or exploring between her legs.

 

He was not like her at all.  He was successful, good looking and experienced.  As she relaxed, he opened her mouth with his tongue and his fingers brushed her face and neck.  He was in no hurry.  He had been confident that he would fuck her from the moment she agreed to have dinner with him.  They worked together and she had been positive that this would be a professional meeting.  She had no intention of letting anything romantic develop, but he had little interests in her intentions.  He knew women’s bodies.  She was late twenties, maybe thirty.  The office talk and his observations assured him that no one was mounting her, and from her manner, he guessed that no one had touched her in years if ever.

 

The evening had gone well.  She didn’t know how to drink, or socialize, but all indications were that she was naturally obedient.  She said she didn’t drink, but he had poured wine for her and when he told her to drink it she had done as he had instructed.  He had told her what to order.  Early in the evening, his directions could have been mistaken for suggestions, but as evening and the wine flowed, he became more and more assertive.  Now at her door she was submitting to his stimulating touch.  He could feel her desire for him to get on her breasts.  She was even starting to squat a little, spreading her legs, and he could smell that she was soaking through her panties.

 

“Invite me in” he commanded.

 

“It’s late, and my mom…” she started to protest, but his gentle finger pressed to her lips and silenced her.  He reached around her and turned the knob on the door.  He motioned with his head and she preceded him into the small one story house.  The living room and the kitchen were separated by a small breakfast bar that seemed to function as the dining room table.  In the center of the living room was a sofa that faced a large television that sat against the opposite wall.  The cushions on one side were compressed far more than the other.  It told him a lot about how she and her mother spent their evenings.

 

He went to the counter and set down the half empty bottle of red wine he had brought with him from the restaurant.  He found a large glass in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the bottle into it.  It all took less time that she needed to cross the room to the sofa.  He intercepted her before she could sit down.

 

“Aren’t you having any?” She asked as he stepped in front of her before she could plant her self in her usual position.

 

“Where is your bedroom?” he asked, ignoring her question as he thrust the glass into her hand.  “Drink some of this; it will help you relax.”  She did not answer his question, but her glance down the hallway that lead from the living room told him what he needed to know.  “Come along now.  I’m going to fuck you.”  He was gambling that she was drunk enough to respond to his direct approach.

 

Her mouth opened in shock, but her hips moved forward indicating that her body was far more willing than her mind.  Before she could say anything his hand grabbed the back of her neck and he pressed his open mouth against hers.  His tongue pushed through her lips and his free hand slid down the front of her low cut dress.  His fingers slipped into her bra cup and began working on her left breast.

 

He withdrew his tongue and lifted his mouth off of hers.  Her open mouth was panting now and her eyes were looking longingly into his. She put her free hand on the breast he was working on to hold him in place, and encourage him to continue.

 

“I want to be gentle” he said.  “I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to do exactly as you’re told.”  Her eyes were glazed over and she just nodded at his command.  The instruction was carefully said; calculated.  He had been preparing her for this moment all evening.  He had perceived weeks earlier that she had a natural tendency to be submissive.  He had watched all evening as the alcohol had stimulated and strengthened the natural tendency.  By tomorrow she would feel differently, but for tonight she was his.

 

He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her arm just above her elbow and moved her off down the hall way toward her bed.  Her resistance was half hearted at best.  The hallway was narrow and she was staggering from her inebriated condition.   There really wasn’t room for him to walk beside her and he was forced to withdraw his hand from her tit.

 

“I should tell you” she apologized, “I haven’t had a lot of experience with this.”  He smiled and stifled the urge to laugh at her obvious understatement. 

 

He wondered if it was more from her being shy, or her being fat that had limited her social life.  It was probably a combination.  If she went to bars with friends, she would have been the fat girl that a group of guys would have always joked about.  Who was going to fall on the grenade?  She was astute enough to know the jokes were about her, and so she probably did not go out with her friends, if she even had any.  Women were even harder on fat women than men were.

 

His hands brushed her hair and he kissed her again.  It was not necessary.  He knew her pussy was already wet enough to penetrate.  Even without her own juice, he had brought enough lubricant to keep her screaming for half the night, but he liked what kissing did to her.  His kisses also distracted her while he unzipped her dress and his hands explored her.

 

He had her out of the dress in almost nothing.  Her breasts would probably have been quite small if she were not so fat.  The nipples were almost nonexistent; just dark red patches lying flat on over inflated tits.  It further confirmed his theory that she had not seen much action even when she was younger.  Young boys would usually mount anything, but they usually liked to suck tits, and the sucking usually developed the nipples.  Maggie’s looked as if they had never been touched.

 

He got the bra off and was working on the slip when he encountered a little resistance.  She said she was not comfortable with him seeing her body, and wanted to keep the slip on.  Well, her mind was not completely gone.  He wondered what would have happened if he had insisted.  It was not worth finding out.  Her body was not something he needed to see to help with his erection anyway.  His cock had started to stiffen before they left the restaurant.  He had been ready since he had told her to invite him in and she had submitted.  He was hard enough to pop the cherry of a twelve year old.  It didn’t matter to him what she looked like.  He was only interested in the warm wet hole between her legs, and filling her.

 

He pulled a pillow off the bed from under the comforter and dropped it on the floor at the edge of the bed.  Normally he liked the first fuck to be from the front between the legs.  He preferred to strip a girl down always keeping his cock buried in his underpants until his hips were firmly between the woman’s thighs, and he had her arms pinned above her head.  Then when she was helpless he would pull down his under ware and let her see what she was about to get.  Women always panicked when they saw his cock.  Usually they would struggle and try to stop him before he shoved it into them.  He would kiss them to stifle their protests, and force himself into them as they desperately struggle to close their legs.  

 

He had never met a woman that had not found his first penetration painful.  Even the black whores in Southern Africa panicked when they saw him.  He was long and he was thick and stiff as an iron pipe.  When they panicked they struggled, and then he would rape them.  He loved forcing their little holes open and stretching their tunnels.  He was big enough to fill any woman he had ever met, and he knew what he was doing well enough to force an orgasm from even the most reluctant.  They usually cried when he went in screamed while he pumped them and in the end begged him not to pull out.  He especially loved married women.  A few nights in the sack with him always made their husbands worthless to them.

 

Maggie was different.  First of all, she was no ninety pound weakling.  She lifted a couple hundred pounds every time she stood up.  Subduing her might prove more than he was up to and secondly he knew that the more a woman had to be forced, the more humiliated she would feel the next day.  He had to work with her at the office, and he wanted to keep on using her after tonight.

 

“Get down on your knees and pull down your panties” he instructed. A little pressure on her shoulders overcame her reluctance and he turned her around in front of him.  He had taken off his shoes at her front door, and now a little pressure on the back of her knees from his bare foot convinced her to get down into position for him.

 

She bent forward and put her hands on the bed to steady her heavy body as she lowered to knees.  He stripped his shirt and jeans as she reached up under he slip and pull down her panties.  She got them down to her knees before he was kneeling behind her.  His chest pressed against her should blades as he ordered to bend forward.

 

Her bed was high enough that her knees lifted off the floor as her as her stomach pressed down on the edge of the mattress.  He hooked the waist band of her panties between his big and first toe and pulled them down to her ankles and off of her feet.  So far she was presenting nicely.

 

His hands slid up her thighs over the thick layers of cellulite.  She was soaking wet and the scent of her desire was heavy on her.  She groaned as his fingers spread her.  Like the rest of her body, she had big lips puffy with fat.  His finger slid down her crack as she spread her legs.  In the dim light he saw her chubby hands gripping into the comforter on the bed as he lightly touched her clitoris.  He reached into the pocket of his jeans where he had abandoned them on the floor and brought out a small tube of KY jelly.  She was plenty wet, but he was planning a long session, and didn’t want to take any chances with her getting sore.

 

His left hand held the back of her neck as he slid the fingers of his right back up toward her hole.  She was struggling to keep quiet as he played with her.  Mostly he just rubbed her lips and teased her clit and vagina opening.

 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

 

“Yes” she moaned.

 

“I like my women to ask for it” he explained.  “Go on, ask me to fuck you.”  She turned her head and looked up at him confused.  “Go on, say it; ‘please fuck me.’”

 

“Please…” she was hesitant, but his encouraging expression gave her courage.  “Please fuck me” she said.  With that he pushed his middle finger into.  “Oh my god” she cried, slamming her fist into the mattress.

 

She wasn’t a virgin, but he doubted that she used tampons.  He moved his finger around in her, rubbing her exploring her.  She was easy to arouse.  If she had ever been fucked, it had been by a very small man.  Well, it was time for her to learn the facts of life.

 

She was gyrating her hips beneath him encourage his finger.  He tightened his grip on her neck and withdrew his hand.  He pulled down his under ware and guided his cock to her lips.  He had enough experience to find her tiny hole without assistance, but he wanted to rub the head of his penis on her before penetration.

 

“Try to relax and spread your legs” he ordered.  “It will make it easier.”

 

“What…” suddenly she realized it had not been his cock in her before.  “No” she cried as she felt the pressure of the head against the hole that was far too small to him.  His cock was nearly a foot long and as thick as her wrist.  The dark read head forced its way into her.  He tightened his grip on her neck enough to hurt.  It was all he could do to hold the big woman down.

 

“No… No, take it out” she begged.  “It’s too big.  It hurts.”

 

“Lie still and spread your legs” he suggested.  “I will make it easier.  I’ll take it out when I’m done with you.  Now be a good little girl and lie still while I pump you.” 

 

Once the head broke through the tight little ring of her vagina entrance it was easier to push more of it into her.  He knew from experience that once he got at least four of five inches of his cock up her it would be more painful for her to move than to stay still: then she would stop struggling and let him fuck her.  All women worried about their pussies and she would submit rather than risk damaging her cunt by squirming.

 

She felt good and he considered abandoning the gentle approach in favor of something a little more satisfying, but he had invested a lot of time in getting her into this position, and he had more long term plans in mind.  He decided he would be gentle as long as she cooperated, but if she needed a lesson in obedience he again give hard fucking more serious consideration.  For now he settled for a slow steady pumping.  He could feel the conflict in her body.  Being stretched was painful for her, but on the other hand, his cock was rubbing places that had never been touched.  Slowly arousal was winning.

 

“Please stop” she begged.  “Please you’re too big for me…”

 

“I’m sorry” he replied.  “I know it hurts a little, but I’m going to fuck you.  I know it’s not your fault you have such a small cunt, but you are never going to be any good to me if I don’t stretch you out a little.  Try to relax and don’t fight me.  Don’t make me force you.”

 

She lay still and took it.  His dominant attitude seemed to increase her arousal.  She began to groan each time he pushed into her.  Soon she was trembling and swinging her knees under him.  She griped at the comforter on the bed as her first orgasm consumed all of her feelings.

 

When it ended, he lay still on top of her forcing himself not to explode in her.  Her first climax had taken less than half an hour.  He gave her ten minutes before he started up on her again. The second climax came quicker that the first.  Her discomfort was subsiding, and the huge cock buried deep in her stimulated her more than her mind could control. 

 

He kept at her giving her only brief rest periods between each session, never withdrawing from her.  After the third orgasm, she was panting, but she never complained as he just kept using her.  Finally he informed her that he was ready to fill her and that he was going to get a little rougher.

 

“Please don’t cum in me” she begged.  “I’m not on birth control, and I think I might be fertile.”

 

“Shhh…” he said.  “Don’t think about that now.  I’m going to breed you; it’s the way a woman is meant to be fucked.  Just concentrate on what I’m doing to you.  This is going to hurt.”

 

He lifted slightly and drove his cock straight down into her G spot.  She gasped as and tried to lift up off the bed, but his hands on the back of her head held her down and he began pumping her hard as he held her down by forcing her face into the mattress.

 

Each thrust slammed into the end of her tunnel.  He moved his hips to the left and raked the head of his penis along the right side of her vagina and then repeated the move on the other side.  Finally once more down into her spot, and then he drove hard straight into her.  She screamed in pain, but her vagina clamped down on him in a gut wrenching orgasm.  Her ass started bucking uncontrollably on the bed and he began pumping her full of the white cream.

 

When he finished he collapsed on her soft body, his weight adding to her own against the bed.  She lay perfectly still beneath him to exhausted to move.  His penis softened in her, but its length remained.  Eventually he pulled it out of her like a foot of rope.  Semen flowed out of the gaping hole it left behind and ran down her leg.

 

“Go clean yourself up” he said as his hands on her shoulder helped her straighten up.  More seminal fluid flowed out of her as she closed her legs.  Her heavy thighs came together but the white liquid continued to flow out of her open pussy hole and ran down the back of her legs.  “Be sure and wash yourself inside.”

 

She waddled off to the bathroom.  He heard the water running.  She was taking a shower.  He turned the covers down and stretched out on the bed.  Now he heard other noises, faint and muffled coming from the hallway.  He would have investigated if he had not figured out what they were.

 

She expected that he had gone when she finally came out of the bathroom.  Her eyes were dilated from the lights in the bathroom and she was blind in the darkness.  She made her way to the bed before he spoke.

 

“Kneel down on the floor again” he instructed.  She jumped back and nearly fell over in surprise.  He ignored her discomfort and repeated the instruction.

 

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw him swing his legs over the edge of the bed.  He reached out and took her hand pulling her forward.  She came to him dropping to her knees onto the pillow he had set out for her between his feet.

 

“Open your mouth” he commanded.  His cock had stiffened again in her absence, and he bent it down toward her with one hand as he put the other on the back of her head and pulled her forward.  She tried to protest, but the end of his penis was already forcing itself into her mouth. His penis was still wet from being up her pussy.  “Be careful to keep your teeth off me.  My cock is very sensitive.  Use your tongue and the roof of your mouth.  Make it feel like a pussy.” 

 

He took her hands and wrapped them around his shaft.  Her chubby fingers could not reach all the way around.  Even with the head deep in her mouth, there was still room for both of her hands on his shaft.  It was all she could do to get her mouth around the thick penis he forced her to take.  He showed her how to rub him and kept her head moving up with both of his hands gripping her hair.  She protested and squirmed, but just as a young boy can control a twelve hundred pound horse with a bit in its mouth and rope on its head, the big girl had no choice but to suck him.

 

“Swallow it” he ordered.  His cock throbbed in her mouth he shoved her head forward driving the penis deep into her and making her gag.  It was a simple decision; swallow or drown.  She gulped again and again as he pumped her full.  When he finished he released her and she jerked her head off him.  She coughed and scurried back to the bathroom.

 

“I’m going to be sick” she mumbled.  He followed her and stood in the doorway as she knelt in front of the toilet. 

 

He considered mounting her from behind and fucking her.  If she did actually did vomit it would cause constrictions in the vagina and that could be interesting, but he decided that might be a little to graphic for her.  She waited, but the urge to regurgitate never came and eventually she picked her self up.  He handed her a damp cloth to wipe her face and then the half empty glass of wine to finish.

 

“I didn’t like that” she complained when she had finished the wine.  “Don’t you ever…”

 

“You will get used to it” he interrupted.  “Come on back to bed.  I’ll give you the last one in your pussy.”  He took her by the wrist and led her back to the waiting bed.  She crawled on to the bed and he lay beside her.

 

“How long has it been since you have been fucked?” he asked.  She hesitated.  She had no intention of telling him about the one other experience she had had, but she found her self answering anyway.  There was something about the way he told her to do things, she just obeyed.

 

“Almost fourteen years ago” she began.  “It was after my junior prom.  I wasn’t going to go.  No one had invited me.  Then my best friend told me she had fixed me up with this really cool guy.  He was a senior, and he was almost nineteen.  She said he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to take me.  I was really young and stupid, or I just wanted to go so bad I never thought about why anyone would want to go with a fat girl like me.”

 

They had gone to the prom.  Maggie’s mom had gotten her a new prom dress.  It was white, with a low neckline and an even lower back.  It was altered to fit her and it hid her real size and weight well.  Kevin had been attentive and danced with her and brought her red punch to drink that he spiked from a flask that he kept in the breast pocket of his tux jacket.  He generally took good care of her.  She had talked with girls that were the dates of other cool guys and she was on top of the world.

 

They left around one.  Kevin had borrowed his father SUV and they drove out of town and parked in a deserted place near the cemetery.  Maggie had assumed he was taking her home.  It never occurred to her that he had other plans.  She was just fourteen.

 

When they stopped he told her to get in the back.  That was the first time she asked were they were.  He got out and came around to the passenger side of the car and almost pulled her out of the seat.  She had told him no when he opened the back door of the truck and she saw the inflated air mattress in the bed in the back.

 

“Look” he said.  “I kept my end of the bargain.  I showed you a good time at the dance.  Now it’s your turn.  Get in and pull up that pretty little prom dress of yours.”

 

“What are you talking about?” She demanded.  “What bargain?”

 

“Angela said you would put out if I took you to the prom” he explained as he turned her toward the opening and pushed her forward.

 

She stumbled and crawled into the back of the van on her hands and knees.  She was shocked.  Her best friend had pimped her for a date to the prom.  At first she just couldn’t believe it.  She went numb.  By the time she got her senses back she was on her knees on the mattress and he had pulled her skirt up over her hips.  She turned to push him off, but he pushed her sideways as she turned and she fell on her side.  He grabbed her ankles and rolled her onto her back.

 

“No… No… Stop it…” she had demanded, but then he pulled out the knife.  It glistened in the moonlight.  He had only intended to use it to cut off her panties, but it terrified her so much that she froze.  His hand slid down her inner thigh, and she opened her legs to avoid being cut.  Probably if she had brought her foot up and kicked him in the face she could have knocked him out of the SUV and then got out and beat the crap out of him.  She had relived the scene in her mind a thousand times since it happened.  Each time she came up with something she could have done to change the outcome, but at the time she opened her legs and he believed it meant that she was willing despite what she had said.

 

He cut the center panel out of her panties and then the side allowing him to move the protective cloth out of the way and expose her.  He threw the knife aside and lay down between her thighs putting his weight on her chest.  He pushed his mouth on hers as he used his hands to unbutton his pants and take out his penis.  She felt his fingers fumbling with her lips and searching for her hole.

 

“Well, well” he said.  “You really want this don’t you?  You’re wetter than a half fucked slut in whore house.”

 

It was all he said.  Then he rammed his cock up her.  He ripped through her hymen and opened her up.  He was probably completely unaware that she had been a virgin.  He pumped away at her for a few minutes and then ejaculated.  He probably never even noticed that she was crying.

 

After he finished he kissed her quick, put his hands on her breasts to push himself up and jerked his cock out of her.  He crawled out of the truck, pulled his pants up and got in behind the wheel.  He left her in the back and drove her home.

 

When he opened the back of the truck she was still laying there with her dress up and her legs open just as he had left her.  Blood and semen were running out of her.  She was numb from the experience.  Her friend had promised him he could fuck her if he took her to the prom.  He had taken her.  She had let him fuck her.  She guessed that made her a slut, or maybe a whore.  It was so totally opposite of how she had considered herself.  It changed her forever.

 

“Listen” he asked as he pulled her dress down.  “If you can keep a secret, I would be willing to see you again.  Just for sex, I mean.  I kind of liked fucking you, even though you are fat and all.  I was thinking if you wanted, I could come do you a couple times a week or something; maybe Wednesdays after football practice and Sunday nights.  Of course, it would have to be our secret.  I mean, I wouldn’t want kids at school to know I was doing a fat girl.”

 

Her face reddened with anger.  He mistook it for embarrassment.  She stomped off toward her front door.  The truck peeled away before she reached it.

 

Her mother had said hello and asked her how it had gone without looking up from the TV.  If a commercial had not come on at that instant she probably would not have turned and saw the blood stain on the ass of Maggie’s dress as she walked toward her room.  Her mother may have never realized that her daughter had been opened that night.

 

Maggie said that she hated Kevin and what he had done to her, but she told the story with so much detail, that Dran realized that she had relived the experience again and again.  It was probably her favorite masturbation fantasy.

 

Dran rolled over on top of her.  She was to fat to do a proper missionary fucking, but he arched his back and brought his penis into position for penetration.  He laid his chest on top of hers and put his hands between her legs to spread her thighs, mimicking her first sexual experience.  Just as before she was wet and he drove his cock deep into her.  She gasped as he began fucking her for the third time.

 

“No… No…” she whispered, more to herself than for him.  She was well aware that he was not going to stop but it reinforced that she had no choice, and that was what she needed to start her orgasm.

 

He had intended it to be quick.  He wanted to try to match her first experience.  He was hoping that he would get substituted for Kevin when she played with herself, but her moaning caused him to delay.  She was going to come again and he wanted to feel her giving it to him.

 

He finally did put another load into her just after she climaxed and got off her and pulled out of her.  She attempted to get up to go wash out her cunt, but he pushed her back down.  The last glass of wine, the orgasm and the lateness of the night had left her exhausted and unsteady.

 

“Leave it in” he advised.  “I had a vasectomy several years ago.  You will not get pregnant.”  She tried to look shocked and accusing, but sleep was coming on her fast.  He pulled her night gown down and covered her with a sheet.  He kissed her on the forehead and told her good night.  “I think we should give your pussy a few days to rest.  Let’s get together next Tuesday for another session.”  She only half heard him.

 

He pulled on his pants and put on his shirt on leaving the buttons undone.  He slipped down the hall barefoot.  He noticed the thick carpet was matted down just outside of the bedroom door and had damp spots.  The house was dark as he made his way through the living room toward the front door.

 

“Did you enjoy my little girl?”  The old woman’s voice was not a complete surprise even though he had not seen her on the couch.

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he replied without turning around.

 

“Took you long enough to get off on her” the voice was accusing.  “I suppose it’s a little tough her not being the centerfold type and all, but don’t you dare just disappear now and never come to see her again.”

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he was not about to explain himself to the old lady or anyone else.  He took three more steps toward the door and reached for the handle.

 

“Does your wife know your not working late tonight?” The old woman asked.  Dran froze in his tracks.  “Oh yes, I checked you out a little when Maggie told me she had a business meeting with one of her coworkers.  She may be a little inexperienced, but I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”

 

“I don’t take kindly to treat or innuendo” Dran replied.

 

“You just treat my daughter nicely and I won’t get involved with your affairs” she offered.

 

Dran’s opinion of the old woman shifted as he began to see her as a mother wanting to protect her daughter than just an old busybody who liked to masturbate to the sounds of live porn.

 

“Maggie is grown woman” he said.  “She knows her own mind, but if you wish to fill in your calendar, I believe she is busy next Tuesday.”

 

Maggie’s mother got off the couch and crossed the room to meet Dran properly.  She was wearing a house coat over a thin night gown.  She was not at all like her daughter.  She was thin and in great shape.  She looked to be in her late thirties, but she had to be at least mid forties, possibly pushing fifty.  She stepped up to him and held out her hand.

 

“My name is Angela” she said holding out her hand and offering a new begining.  As she did so, her robe fell open in the front.  She made no move to close it.  “I am very protective of my daughter, maybe to protective.”  Dran took her hand and held it more than shook it.

 

“My name is Dran” he said, “but you already know that don’t you.”

 

“A woman is told her whole life to cover up her body” Angela explained, “especially the area between her legs.  It’s easy for a woman to get the idea that there is something wrong with her; maybe she is ugly under her clothes.  You can imagine what it does to her when a man seduces her and she gives him what he wants and then he never calls or wants her again.  She could start to think that when he got her clothes off he saw something he didn’t like.”

 

“I suppose that could happen” Dran replied, “Although it has never happened to me.”

 

The nightgown that Angela wore was very shear.  Unlike Maggie’s fat round breasts, her mother’s were smaller with long nipples that had been fully developed either by a baby’s sucking or extensive massage from the man who fucked her.  Her breast sagged slightly, but not a lot considering her age.  He stomach was flat and she had recently shaved her pussy hair.  She looked good for a woman of any age.

 

He said goodnight again and made his way out to his small SUV.  He lived less than two miles away and at one AM, there was almost no traffic.  He slipped into his house, showered in the down stair bathroom and left his clothes in the laundry room.  He was naked when he climbed the stairs and slipped into bed behind his wife.  He had been careful to be quiet so as not to wake her, but she turned over and crawled under his arm to sleep on his chest.

 

“How was it?” she asked.  “I gather you got her into bed.”

 

“It was ok” he said.  “She is small.  She is going to need some work to stretch her out so I can use her properly, but she is naturally submissive and I think if I take my time with her she will be very cooperative.”

 

“You are going to see her again then?”  Her voice sounded hopeful.  “You made her come didn’t you?”

 

“Oh yea, I made her come” he sighed.  “You can never really know how a person will react, and I suspect that tomorrow she will be feeling used and angry.  She will stomp around, and have a lot of nasty things to say, then Saturday, she will calm down, and by Sunday she will be itching and start masturbating again with a whole new set of fantasies.  By Monday she will be much nicer and ready to get fucked again by Tuesday.”

 

“I’m sorry” Shaminie said.  “I know you don’t really like fat girls.  I guess it isn’t all that much fun for you, but I really appreciate having the night off.  If I was just a better wife…”  He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  It broke her chain of thought and ended her apology.

 

“Unfortunately” he explained.  “The only person I really want to fuck is you.  What she looks like really doesn’t matter.  Even if she were this skinny little Pilipino girl that looked exactly like you I would still rather mount you.  She is naturally obedient, and she has a tight pussy, that I will stretch out to fit my penis and I think I can train her spread for me.  I told her Tuesday.  I think with proper schooling I can use her Tuesdays and Thursdays.  That will give you a couple nights week and it will be good for both of us.”

 

“Do you want to fuck me now?” she asked.

 

“I’m fine” he said.  “We can wait until morning.”  She squeezed him and kissed his pectoral muscle.

 

“I love you” she said.

 

“I love you too” he said and kissed the top of her head.

 

He slept until almost six.  She was already in the shower by the time he finally awoke.  He slipped out of bed and joined her.  She stood almost five feet tall and maybe weighed ninety ponds soaking wet.  Her skin was naturally a light brown and she had long flowing black hair.

 

She lifted her leg and put her foot up on the soap dish dispenser that was mounted in the shower wall.  It gave him better access to her.  He was erect when woke up.  He was always erect when he woke up.  Shaminie braced herself against the wall with one hand and bent over.  With the other she reached between her thighs and spread her lips.  He bent his knees to lower himself to the level of her cunt.

 

“Ahh…” he groaned as he shoved the full length of his cock up his pretty little wife.  The motion was smooth and steady and he went up in one long push.  He reached around her and grabbed a breast in each hand.  They were small, tight and perfectly proportioned to her small body, with nipples that he had developed with years of sucking.  He steadied her as he began to pump. 

 

“Hmm…” she let out and animal cry as he penetrated her.  The water from the shower fell on the back of her head and shoulders and streamed down her slender back.  It collected in her butt crack when he pushed into her and splashed on the floor of the shower when he backed out.

 

“You feel so good” he cried as he felt her vagina tighten around him as he forced her into an orgasm.

 

They had been married for almost five years.  She had been a virgin on their wedding night.  She was a small woman, and he had spent months stretching her slowly and had been rewarded with tunnel that had molded itself to his exact shape.  Everything he did stimulated her.  Unless he finished quickly, fucking her made her come whether she wanted to or not.  It was one of the most dominate things he did to her.

 

He ejaculated at the peak of her orgasm, and then bent over her to hold her and kiss her shoulder at the base of her neck.  The water shifted and poured down his back now.  She put her leg down and slow straightened up.  It only caused him to pull a couple inches out of her.  He remained half squatting behind her with his knees outside of her legs.  She turned her head to kiss him.

 

Once again she felt a wave of guilt for wanting him to use another woman so she could have a couple evenings a week without sex.  Worst of all, she hated that it had to be a fat thing with no social skills or life like this Maggie, but he had been right.  It was not fair to a woman that had other prospects.  Beautiful women would only be a short term thing at best, and they often came with complications.  Maggie was perfect.  Maggie had a simple choice; spread for her husband, or shove a rubber cock up herself and spend the rest of her life without sex.

 

He cooked breakfast for them while she finished her shower and dried her hair.  As they ate they talked about everything.  Her works, his work, the dinner party that Andrea was having on Friday, even the trip to London they had planned for July.

 

“I have been designated as co-chair on the Henderson case” she told him.

 

“When did this happen?” Dran exclaimed.  “I though you were just assisting.”

 

“Friday” Shaminie exclaimed smugly.  “The partners did not like the way Benson was handling it.  I think I would have become prime council if Benson had not brought in the account.”

 

“You deserve it” he said frankly.  “You have done all the work on that case.  Benson is just a sycophant.” 

 

“So how is your new design coming” she asked.  “Did Pendergrass look at your ideas?”

 

“Actually” he explained, “I think that one is going to cost the company another twenty thousand.”

 

“What” she exclaimed.  “How did that happen?”

 

“Pendergrass liked my ideas” he explained.  “They applied for patent, and it usually costs about that much by the time the lawyers get done with all the paper work.”

 

“You goose” she said.  “The circuit worked; that’s fantastic.” She reached across the table and slapped him playfully on the arm.  “What is that fifteen now?”

 

“Well” he said, “the first one was a lot more exciting.  It’s kind of boring now.”

 

“Don’t make light of this” she demanded.  “Most engineers spend their whole careers without a single patent with their name on it.  You have fifteen with this company in just the past five years.  The intellectual property that you have brought to them alone must be worth ten or twenty million.”

 

“Well the attorney fees eat into some of that” he joked.

 

“I always said” she reminded him “that if Radon engineering would use Allen, Loci, and Heart we could get you a discount on legal services.”

 

“Oh yea” he said.  “I could just see you telling Benson to write patent disclosures and standing in line at the patent office to file papers.”

 

“Well” she countered, “he’s worthless as a defense attorney.”

 

After breakfast they washed dishes together and then she bent over the arm of the couch so that he could fuck her one last time before he left for work. 

It was quick, too quick for her to cum.  That was fine with her.  Her orgasms affected her strongly and she had dozens every week.  After he finished she licked his cock and kissed him goodbye.    Actually it could be argued that he didn’t really cum either.  He had ejaculated.  That wasn’t actually satisfying, but it was enough to prepare him for the day. 

 

He needed to ejaculate to function at work, in life, or in anything he did.  He needed to cum so he needed to fuck.  She was his wife, and so she presented herself for him to use.  She understood this when they were married, and he had only needed to reinforce the understanding once.  She understood that if she refused him she would be forced.  He loved her; desperately loved her, but in bed she was his to use.  They had the most wonderful marriage in so many ways.  He was attentive.  He listened to her; he cared about her and her life.  He had rescued her from an empty existence that had no future in Cebu and he had brought her to America.  He had helped her get through school and had helped her study for the bar exam.

 

Their life was perfect except for one thing – sex.  She would have been happy to open her legs for her man once or twice a week.  He took her three or four times a day, more on weekends.  The last thing he did before he went to work was fuck her.  The first thing he did when he got home from work at night was fuck her.  After the first fuck of the evening which was usually quick, often in her mouth, they would eat, or go out or go for walks along the beach or to a movie.  He was always with her when they were together.

 

Then they when they got home they went to bed and he fucked her.  This was usually a longer session.  It often went on for hours.  He would make her cum several times.  If she was tired, or not in the mood, it didn’t matter; her body belonged to him.

 

Then they would sleep.  Sometimes he slept through the night, sometimes he woke up at two or three in the morning.  He insisted that she sleep naked.  He would rub lubricant on his cock slide up behind her and shove it in her.  He didn’t care if she woke up or not.  She always woke up.  If she was tired or he knew she had a big day ahead of her, he would try to be quick, if not he would make her come.  Then they would go back to sleep, often with his penis still in her.  When he woke up in the morning, she got fucked again.

 

Her mother and sister told her that all men were like that during the honeymoon, but by the end of the first year, they lost interest.  She had half believed them.  They had been wrong, dead wrong.  After almost five years, he wanted her more than ever.  Her mother had told her it was a wife’s duty to present to her husband.  She was raised that way.

 

He liked her pussy most, but once in a while he came in her mouth, and Friday night she always got it in the back.  He was gentle with her when he butt fucked her and she was sure that he didn’t really like it that way as much as in the front.  He always had to go slow and it was hard for him to make her cum that way, but still on Friday night the water based lubricant was replaced with more industrial strength grease that allowed him to force his penis between her small well formed butt cheeks.  She took the full length of him up her ass and he came deep in her bowels.  Now that her rectum was stretched out enough to take him without pain, she didn’t dislike it.  Sometimes she actually found it more arousing.  She was his slave, and it turned her on to know that he was going to fuck her and she had no say in the matter. 

 

It also turned him on.  Dominating the woman that he was pumping was a major part of what made him cum, really cum.  It was what made sex satisfying for him, and gave him the release that he needed to function without constantly fighting the urge to jump anything with a pussy.  It allowed him to treat women as fellow human being; as equals, as people, more than just something to mount.  That was extremely important to him.  Respect for other people, both men and women was one of his most important values and the only way he could function was to fuck the shit out of his wife everyway.

 

Maggie got to work late on Friday and Dran was in meetings all morning after nine o’clock so he did not see her.  He went to lunch with the partners to get told how wonderful he was by people who could not possibly understand what he had invented.  He cared nothing for their praise, or their commendation, but he had to do the political thing so they didn’t get in the way of his design work.  It was five o’clock before he was alone in his office and Maggie came in to see him.

 

“I hate you” she began.  She was almost crying.  “You raped me.  You got me drunk and you raped me.”

 

“Please sit down” he said.  “We should talk.”

 

“I never want to see you or talk to you again” she wailed.

 

“Is that what you really want?” he asked.  “We went on a date last night, and it ended with sex.  I suppose you can remember that in several different ways.  You can think of this as date rape or as just sex, or maybe even good sex.  The past is often what we make it.  You are a woman.  Women need to be fucked.  Your track record is not that great at this point.  Currently you have had two dates in twenty eight years.  At your current frequency you will be fucked again when you are almost forty five.  Is that the life you want?”

 

“You raped me” she reiterated. 

 

“Is that the past you want to remember?” he asked.  “Both of your dates concluded with intercourse.  I understand that it turns you on to feel forced, but do you want to make the sexual fantasy into a reality?”

 

“I was raped.  I was” she demanded.  “Alright, I wanted it last night, but Kevin forced me to have sex when I didn’t want to.”

 

“I know” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her to a chair.  He put his chair in front of her and touched her face gently.  “That was fourteen years ago and he is still raping you.  For all those years you have hid in your room with just your fingers for company and you have relived that experience.  Is that the way you want your life to go?”

 

 “No, I guess not” she confessed.

 

“I’m offering you something different” he said.  “Couple nights a week…”

 

“You’re making fun of me” she said.  “Men want cute pretty little things.  I’m fat.  Even if I wasn’t fat, I’m not pretty.  You don’t want me.”  He stood up in front of her and undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.  He took her hand and held it against his rigid pole inside his briefs.  “Oh my god” she gasped.

 

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he asked.  “You’re the only woman here.  You’re right, some men need big tits, a sexy waist and a cute ass to get hard, but men are not all the same.  I need a woman who knows how to be obedient, who spreads when I tell her too.”  Maggie was breathing through her mouth and rocking her hips back and forth on the chair.  Feeling him, hearing his encouraging words had her wetting again.

 

“Do you think I am as pervert?” she asked honestly looking up at him with big cow eyes.

 

“I don’t know” he replied honestly.  “Depends on what you think is perverted.  I don’t really care if you are.  I enjoyed fucking you last night.  I’d like to do you on a regular basis.  I think with a little training and practice, you would make a pretty good bitch.”  The rough words should have shocked her, but she was already aroused and her pussy was demanding she spread her legs.

 

“You’re married” she almost cried.  She pushed herself up off the chair and walked toward the door.  “You just want me for sex.”

 

“Yes” he replied. “I suppose that’s true.  My wife is a wonderful woman that I love very much and I do want you for sex.  The question is what do you want; sex with me a couple times a week or chocolate and romantic movies with your mother.  Or maybe you prefer lying alone in bed fantasizing about being raped while you rub yourself.”  She reddened and hung her head too embarrassed about the secret she had guessed to lash out at him.

 

“You used me to cheat on your wife” she countered in desperation.  She was trying to make an argument for leaving seem reasonable.

 

“I don’t think I would call it cheating” he said plainly.  “Think about it.  If every day for five years, your husband did what I did to you last night, would you feel cheated if he gave you the night off and worked over some girl that hadn’t been laid in fourteen years?  Our date last night was my wife’s idea, but this isn’t about her.  Go home Maggie; think about what you want in your life.  I’m hoping to see you on Tuesday.”

 

She left his office and he also packed up his computer and went home.  Shaminie was waiting.  She was naked, lying on her stomach on the bed.  She had taken a laxative to clean herself out and lubricated her rectum in anticipation of his attention.  He told her about his conversation as he lay on top of her and slowly forced his cock up into her.  In a few minutes she was scream and bucking beneath him trying to encourage him to fuck her harder.

Unfortunately, my quandary continues…

The question is this: Do I go to the state fair this weekend with Julia, the woman who is basically my sister-in-law, and who I’ve had the hots for for the last several years (and who I think has the hots for me too)? And if I do, do I make a mess out of everything – meaning, am I reading into her invitation what I think I am, and do I act on it? Or, am I just a complete and total idiot who’s thinking with his dick?

Decisions, decisions.

Now, the invitation may be very innocent. Realistically, I know it probably is, and that I’m just a big, over-sexed dork. I’ve been pondering the repercussions of tagging along for the last week; ever since Julia sent me the email reminding me about the fair and asking me to go with her because her husband (herein known as ‘Hubby’) won’t. Hubby and my girlfriend Diana – his sister – both seem okay with the idea of Julia and I spending the day – and possibly night – together, alone and unsupervised.

If you read part one of this story, you’ll understand my issues. If not…well, let’s just say that Julia and I have a history of some uncomfortable/embarrassing situations together. Little things scattered here and there over the years. Stuff that’s never amounted to anything, really.

Or maybe I’m wrong.

 

I’ll let you read part one and decide for yourself if I’m just reading things badly, because my cell phone’s ringing, and I should probably answer it.

The caller-I.D. says it’s Julia.

Looks like I might have to give her an answer without the benefit of your help.

***

Well, she asked me again. Sounded all excited; gushed on and on about how much fun we were going to have. I might have smiled.

I said yes. That I’d love to go.

She said she’d pick me up tomorrow, right at noon.

I said I’d be here waiting. Then I hung up and called Diana to let her know and felt guilty during the entire call, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

***

When I woke up at nine, Diana had already left for work. I took a quick run, stretched, ate a banana and a bowl of granola, loaded up on my allergy medicine and jumped in the shower. Soaped up, rinsed, and dried off with minutes to spare. The sun was shining and it was already warm out, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, packed a day bag with some warmer clothes, and by the time I finished, the doorbell was ringing. I slipped into a worn-out pair of cracked leather hiking boots, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

I found Julia with her hands up, pressed against the glass panel of my front door to cut the glare from the sun, peering into the dark house. When she saw me come down the stairs, she grinned and waved. She was totally Gap-ed out: wearing a pale blue, fitted, button-down blouse over a white v-neck t-shirt; the blouse open down just past swell of her breasts and tucked into a tight pair of new khaki walking shorts. Her legs were shaved smooth and still tanned a golden brown from the anniversary vacation she and Hubby had taken to Hawaii a few months ago. Her weight was slightly on the upswing – her breasts were enormous and wobbled as she waved. The sight of her tits bouncing around in all their cannon-ball sized glory made my mouth go dry; dry enough that I had to lick my lips to get the moisture flowing again.

I cleared my throat, waved back and unlocked the door. Opened it and let her in.

She took off her silver-framed racing sunglasses, folded them and tucked them between her breasts. My eyes followed her hand, lingered on the glasses. Vaguely, the Little Devil that lives in my head informed me how lucky they were to be able to rest there. My Little Angel reluctantly agreed.

Julia caught me looking. Smiled. “Hey,” she said, eyeing my pack. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.” I tore my eyes away from her cleavage. “Just let me find my cell phone and my…uh, my sunglasses.”

“Okay.”

She followed me into the dining room (the scene of our last – and my most embarrassing encounter, when she and my mother in law had walked in on me one morning while I was jacking off at the dining room table), stretching as she walked.

“I already packed lunch and stuff for us. You don’t have to bring anything.”

“Really?” I mumbled, and unplugged my cell phone from its charger, and tucked it away in its own little pouch on my bags’ strap. I patted the pouch to make sure everything was secure, and found my sunglasses under the pile of junk mail scattered on the tabletop.

“Um-hmm.”

“I didn’t even think about food, just brought some warmer clothes, in case…” I turned around in time to catch Julia with her elbows up over her head, bent at an angle with her forearms wrapped down behind her neck, still stretching.

Pushing her chest out at me.

Her blouse and t-shirt came un-tucked, pulled slightly out of the waistband of her shorts. Flashed her tan belly, her tiny little waist. I trailed off, stared. She threw a sly, flirtatious grin at me. I blinked and had to lick my lips again.

“Oh, okay.” She yawned and jingled her keys. “Ready?”

“Sure,” I said, thickly. “Let’s go.”

                                

I followed Julia out and locked up. She was parked right at the front curb. She bweeped her new gold Land Rover unlocked. I tossed my bag in the backseat next to hers, and we piled in and buckled up. The soft leather seats crinkled under us as we got comfy. She stuck the key in the ignition and fired the SUV up, turned to me and gave me another grin.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

I nodded as the climate control came on, blasting us with cool air. The stereo blipped on too, something loud blasting out of the speakers. Alannis Morrisette, I think. She turned it down low enough that we could talk without shouting.

“Me too,” I said.

She smiled, pulled out into the street. “Really?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not just being nice, and going with me because no one else would?”

I raised my eyebrow in best Spock fashion. “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, slipped back on her sunglasses. I found mine and followed her lead: it was bright enough out that I’d have a nice headache later if I didn’t.

“I don’t know, just…,” she frowned, looked kind of sheepish. I decided to pry a bit.

“Just what?”

“Greg and Diana thought it was funny.”

Ah, Greg. Otherwise known as Hubby.

I tried to sound flippant. “Funny, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I want to go.” I turned, gave her my honest eyes. “It sounds fun.”

She turned to me and smiled. “And there’ll be barbecue.”

Our own private joke.

“Ah, God. That’s right. That’s how you got me to come along.”

Julia grinned and checked her rearview mirror, signaled to get on the freeway. When she turned her head, I took the chance to really look her over. She had settled easily back in her seat, used her right hand to steer the big SUV with. The smooth, round muscles in her legs tightened and relaxed as she drove. She was wearing expensive new sneakers with no socks; a delicate, golden ankle bracelet dangling around her right ankle. Her seatbelt was strapped across the middle of her chest, crossing right between her breasts, defining them; making them seem even larger. I could see the outline of her bra through her t-shirt; it looked white and lacy. Nice.

With the air-conditioning on full blast, it was quickly getting cold in the car. Her nipples poked out through the thin material of her blouse.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and turned my attention to the road in front of us. The fairgrounds were a couple hours away, even if we had light traffic. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember ever spending more than a few minutes alone with Julia, ever; in all the years we’d known each other. What the hell were we going to talk about?

It was going to be a long drive.

***

We stopped once for gas, at a dilapidated quickie-mart/burger-chicken-and jo-jo joint. Julia asked the scrubby guy in battered overalls who came out to pump our gas where the restroom was. He dug a grimy key out of his pocket, grunted, and pointed to a door on the side of the building.

“Be right back,” she said, and gingerly took the key from his grease covered fingers.

I went inside to pay. A cowbell jangled when I opened the door. The clerk barely even looked up, all his attention riveted on a video security monitor set on top of the cluttered counter. I poked around the store for a minute and found a couple bottles of water, which were the only items other than beer that didn’t look too out of date.

It took the clerk a second to divert his attention from the monitor when I plopped the bottles on the counter. He snuffled snot and pinched the tip of his zit-infested nose with grimy fingers. Punched a button on the old manual cash register twice. “That’ll be two-ninety-eight.”

I dug out my wallet. “What’cha watching?”

His eyes went wide and he snuffled more snot and glanced down at the monitor, then over at the door. I noticed a dusty VCR tucked into a cubby hole under the counter, right under the monitor. The machine was on and recording.

He looked nervous, antsy that somebody was talking to him. “Nothin’.”

“Aw, C’mon, don’t be like that…” I tried to peek, but he had the monitor turned away at an angle, so I could just see a blur of motion on the black and white screen. The screen was sectioned off into four separate feeds and looked live, piped in from somewhere, but not from the store.

The clerk leaned over the counter, peered out at the guy pumping the gas. I caught a whiff of bad B.O. “Okay, here.” He gave me a conspiratorial wink, turned the monitor my way. “Check it out man.”

I squinted and leaned over the counter, wondering for a second what I was looking at. Then my mouth fell open.

“We got some hidden cameras set up in the bathroom. Here, there’s sound, too.” He touched a dial on the monitor. And suddenly I was listening to and watching Julia sit and pee, from four distinct angles.

I looked up at the clerk. He grinned at me and nodded. He was missing his front teeth. Most of the others, too. “Pretty cool, huh?”

It took me a second to answer. I just couldn’t stop staring. Julia finished peeing, and I watched her wipe. I tried to scope out where the cameras were placed: I figured there was one hidden in the wall above the sink, probably hidden behind the mirror; there was one mounted in the middle of the ceiling; and another one right behind the toilet, about waist-high. And the crowning achievement: one camera planted right inside the toilet bowl – giving us a bird’s-eye view right up Julia’s naked butt.

“Uh…yeah.” I mumbled, and glanced at the VCR. “You record this stuff?”

“Yeah, well…” He looked uncomfortable again, as if he knew this could get him in deep shit, but he couldn’t help but show off. “Just the girls. Y’know, the cute ones. No dudes.”

Julia stood up, completely unaware of the cameras, her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Shades of me at my dining room table. I caught a quick glimpse of her pubic hair as she pulled up her panties. Lacy and white – her panties, I mean – matching her bra. Her pubic hair just looked light and gray in the monitor.

I heard the clerk sigh happily. I felt something stirring, down south in my pants. Julia flushed and stepped to the sink, washed her hands.

“Nice, huh?” He asked.

I raised both my eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess. Just try not to get caught.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.” He nodded and carefully turned the monitor away. “Anyway, the water’ll be three bucks.”

The cowbell jangled and the gas-jockey poked his head in. “Y’all done in here? Tank’s filled up and yer girl’s back from the toilet.”

I smiled at the clerk, nodded at the monitor, and pulled out a fifty. “I’ll pay for the gas she bought too.”

The clerk gulped. I actually heard it. “Uh, okay…” he half turned to the gas-guy. “What pump was that Mel?”

“Three.”

The cowbell clanked again. Mel’s head disappeared from view. The clerk pinched his nose and rang me up. “Uh, that’ll be Forty-four-oh-five, with the gas.”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, then he leaned closer. I smelled more B.O. He jerked his eyeballs towards the security monitor and practically whispered, “Hey man, uh, was that your wife in the john, or whatever? I mean, shit, I didn’t…”

“Nope. Don’t worry about it.” I handed over the bill and a nickel. He shrugged again, confused, and gave me some crumpled singles back. I slapped them back down on the counter and pointed at the VCR. “Keep it. Consider it a tip. Enjoy that video, okay?”

He paused, confused. “Yeah, uh, okay.”

I turned to go.

He scooped up his money, shouted after me, “Hey! Have a nice day, mister!”

***

I found Julia leaning on the Land Rover’s fender, one foot up on the bumper, letting the sun shine down on her upturned face. She gave me a slow, lazy wave and peeled away from the warm car.

“What took you so long, Cowboy?”

“Cowboy?”

She grinned, and I handed her one of the bottles.

“Mmm, thanks.” She cracked the seal and took a sip. “Yeah, Cowboy. We are going to the state fair, you know, to check out the horses and stuff.”

“Oh, right. Horses. Cowboy. I get it.”

She gave me a pat on the shoulder and scooted by me, skipped around the front of the SUV to the drivers’ side. I felt her touch all the way down into my already excited crotch. Standing a few feet away from me, the scrubby guy who’d pumped our gas spit a hunk of green tobacco juice onto the pavement and watched Julia’s ass until she’d walked all the way around to her door. She opened her door, I pulled open mine. We jumped inside.

“So,” she said, clicking her seatbelt back into place. “What took you so long?”

“Ah, well, the guy inside…was telling me about his…home movies. I guess we had something in common.”

“Huh. Interesting stuff?”

“You’d be surprised,” I said, and shut my door.

Julia started the SUV. I rolled down my window. The clerk had joined the gas-guy by the pumps, and they were both staring after us. The clerk was sporting a fair-sized boner in his coveralls as we drove off.

***

It was well after two in the afternoon when we finally pulled into the fairgrounds’ jam-packed parking lot. It took forever, but we finally found a spot open way in the back of the lot. Julia was muttering to herself during the entire ten-minute hunt.

She gave a frustrated sigh. “Doesn’t anybody work anymore? And look at all these kids. Shouldn’t they be in school?”

I laughed and looked around at a sea of wooly-mustached men with big belt buckles riding their Wrangler jeans, cowboy hats on their heads; chubby women with puffy hair, fake tits and tight acid-wash jeans; and the kids running around with filthy, snot-covered faces.

“Hey, it’s redneck land, remember? I don’t think any of these people went to school.”

We stepped out of the Land Rover into the crowd, got our bags and strapped them on. I took a big, deep breath, expecting to smell the fresh country air people are always talking about. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that fresh country air smelled a whole lot like ripe cow shit.

Give me some nice fresh smog anytime.

However, to my surprise, I did notice a lot of nice new BMW’s and Lexus’s and a bundle of big, expensive SUV’s mixed in with the standard jacked up trucks.

Julia stepped around to my side of the Land Rover and we made our way into the flow of the lemmings. The smell of cow shit got stronger the closer we got to the entry. When we reached the line at the main gate, we had a small tiff over who was going to pay for our tickets. Julia put her foot down.

“No way. I invited you, remember? And you already paid for gas. That probably cost a bunch.” She pulled my hand away from my wallet and pushed in front of me. The ladies working the booth looked on, bemused. “This is my treat.”

I knew when I was beaten. I held up my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

Julia smiled triumphantly. “Two adults.”

The lady at the register held out a hand. “Fifty seven dollars please.”

Wow, I thought. Sixty bucks to smell fresh cow poop.

Julia didn’t seem to bat an eye. She just forked over the money and grabbed the tickets. Then she took me by the arm and led me through the turnstile, where a weathered-old geezer ripped our tickets, and into the fair.

At least, I think she did. All I was aware of at that point was her arm twined in mine, and the press of her warm body against me. Giddy and stupid, sprouting a sudden boner that was so hard and throbbed so badly it hurt like hell.

I hate to say it, but I spent most of the afternoon like that.

***

We’d come all this way to see the horses, not smell the cow shit. I found this out right away. Julia told me that she’d grown up on a farm, raising and riding the big animals since she was a little girl. She talked as we walked, giving me the fine points on raising show horses. I think I already knew most of what she was telling me from conversations with Diana, who grew up much the same way. And, also like my conversations with Diana, all the information on the subject blew out of my head as soon as it went in.

 We wandered around the straw-strewn cement paths, moving with the flow of the crowd, pausing now and then at little booths hawking crummy doodads and dodging dirty kids with cotton candy smeared faces, until we found an auction going on.

We stopped to watch for a bit.

“Did you ever ride?” Julia asked.

“Not really. Well, once, when I was a kid, on a vacation with my folks. We stopped at some place on the coast and went riding for maybe an hour or so.”

“Did you like it?”

I shrugged. “Kind of, I guess. All I really remember is that my horse just wanted to eat and kept drifting off into the bushes.”

“You’re supposed to control that.”

“Yeah, well. I figured the horse knew what it was doing.”

“Ah, my little Cowboy.”

She smiled wistfully. Crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned on the wood railing separating the auction crowd under their canvas awning from the pathways. We were quiet for a minute. I watched her watch the animals, thinking, ‘My little Cowboy’?

“Do you miss it?” I asked. “Being a farm girl?”

“Sometimes.”

Another quiet spell. Before it got uncomfortable, Julia looked up at me. “Did Diana tell you that Greg and I were going to try and have another baby?”

“Uh, no,” I blinked. “I don’t think so.”

She turned her attention back to the auction. Quiet again. I wondered where that comment came from, and how the hell I supposed to respond. I cleared my throat.

“So…three, huh?”

Julia nodded. Watched a chestnut colored horse nicker and snort. The horse pee’d in the straw, its huge shlong flopping. I stared. “Suddenly, I feel a little inadequate.

Julia laughed at me, then got serious again. “I told Greg I wanted to get a dog.”

Okay, now I was getting confused. So…

“A…dog.” I was really lost. “I…”

“Uh-huh.” She made a face. “For the kids. They’ve wanted one forever. But Greg hates dogs. He said he’d rather have another baby. And he was ready for me to have my tubes tied after we had Ronnie.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say. So I said, “Oh. So you’re saying her really doesn’t want to get a dog.”

“Mm.”

“But…” Tentative, here. “You’re going to have another kid instead.

“Mm-hmm.”

That seemed to answer that. I watched her chew on her lip. “So…do you want more kids?”

She took a minute to answer. “I don’t know. I…sometimes I have a hard time with being a mom.”

“I can imagine…”

“I had a really bad pregnancy with Ronnie. And after, too.” She hugged herself tighter. “I got really depressed. Greg and I almost separated.”

Diana had told me all this, in confidence. I wasn’t supposed to know.

“We’re okay now,” she continued, “at least, I’m okay. More or less. We’re still working on things.”

I knew what that was like.

Julia looked up, searched my face. Blurted, “Why haven’t you married Diana?”

“What?”

“Do you love her?” Julia turned slightly. Shifted closer. “You’ve almost been together as long as me and Greg. Why haven’t you gotten married?”

“Um. Well…”

“Greg told me that Marlene offered to pay for your wedding and your honeymoon if you did.”

Ah, yes. Marlene and her good intentions. What a god-awful no-win situation that had been.

“Yeah, she did.”

“But you didn’t.”

I shook my head. “No, we didn’t.”

“Why?”

I sighed, exasperated. “Julia…”

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I was getting grumpy. “Good.”

She changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”

I hadn’t eaten anything since my bowl of granola that morning. My stomach was doing flip-flops. That was probably what was making me cranky. Low blood sugar.

“Oh, yeah.”

***

We paid another ten bucks to enter a beer garden. For our ten dollars, we got a pair of red tickets – scrip – to use for one drink each. I got a foamy, lukewarm cup half full of dark ale and Julia got a small cup of hard lemonade.

The lady who served our drinks pointed at me, then at Julia. “Hey, are you two related?”

“Uh,” I glanced at Julia. “No…”

“Wow. You really look a lot alike, like you could be twins, almost.”

Julia’s head jerked back half an inch. “We do?

The woman nodded sagely. She reached out and patted the back of Julia’s hand. “Oh, honey, yes you do. Mary!” She called to her partner, busy ringing up the customers at the end of the line. “Look at these two and tell me they aren’t brother and sister.”

Mary pushed her bifocals back up her nose and examined us. “Yep. You’re right Deb.” She pointed at Julia, then at me, twirling her finger in a circle. “It’s right there in the noses and the eyes.”

“Honey, I am never wrong about these things.” I handed Mary our scrip as Deb leaned over the canvas covered table. “I’ll bet a dollar to donuts you kids are tryin’ to spoof us. You here with the rest of your families?”

I looked around, whispered. “Actually, Deb, you’re right. We are brother and sister…But we have kind of a…” I trailed off.

“Kind of what?”

I glanced at Julia, who was staring at me. I gave her a quick grin.

“We have a little secret.”

“Oh! Really! What kind of…secret?”

“Well…”

Deb’s sweaty face flushed pink with the prospect of being let in on our big secret. I lowered my voice even more.

“Now, this is just between you and me, Okay?” She nodded gravely. I motioned her even closer, and then blurted in a loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “We’re also having a passionate, torrid affair.”

                               

Deb’s eyes popped open, horrified and scandalized. I took my plastic cup full of warm foam and held my finger up to my lips. “Shhhh…”

I hooked my arm around Julia’s waist and whisked her off into the crowd. Leaving Deb behind, sputtering in indignation. “Well I never…”

Julia covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders were shaking, trying hard not to laugh. I took a sip of my drink and licked away the foam mustache. Julia grinned up at me. “That wasn’t very nice.”

A few steps into the crowd, I reluctantly let go of her waist. “Yeah, well. Nobody ever said I was a very nice guy.”

We made our way to an empty, shaded picnic bench off in a corner of the tent, as far away from Deb as we could get. We sat and I helped Julia unpacked her bag. We pulled out a ton of food. Almost enough to feed almost everyone in the beer garden.

“I made sandwiches and potato salad.”

“Wow.”

Julia grinned and gave me a turkey and cheese sandwich wrapped in wax paper. I un-wrapped it and took a bite. Rolled my eyes back into my head and made a yummy sound.

“Mmm. That’s good.”

She opened a small container of the salad and pushed it towards me. Handed me a white plastic spoon. “Here, try some of this.”

I took a bite. Manic-depressive or not, the girl could cook. I know it was only potato salad, but it tasted like heaven. We ate in a companionable silence for few minutes. Just the sound of our chewing and my yummy sounds. I finished my sandwich and crumpled the wax paper into a ball, shot it into a wastebasket.

I cheered for myself. “Score!”

Julia giggled, reached over and wiped my cheek with her paper napkin. She pulled away, looking sheepish.

“Thanks mom.” I said.

She pointed at my lip. “You…had some mustard, right there…” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Mustard can leave a nasty stain.”

“Mm.”

“So…” Julia picked at the yellow blob on her napkin. “Have you ever…ever had a mad, passionate affair?”

“What?”

“You know,” she cocked her head Deb’s way.

“Oh, you mean a passionate, torrid affair,” I corrected her. Trying to gauge where this was going.

“Right. Sorry.”

She stared at me, and kept nervously playing with the napkin.

I blinked first. “Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You mean…while I’ve been with Diana?”

“Well, yeah. Or…any at all, I guess.” She shrugged.

“Julia…why? Have you?”

She glanced away, tore tiny shreds of paper that blew away. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Mm.” She nodded, glanced back at me. “But…”

“But?”

She cocked her head again, stared at her hands, then at me. “There was a guy who I thought…you know…that maybe I could’ve. If things had been…different.”

My head was spinning. “Julia…”

She pushed away from the table and started cleaning up. We’d been sitting for longer than I thought. The warm sunlight around us was slowly turning a dull gray and the air was cooling; the shadows growing longer in the grass around the edge of the tent’s rigging.

Julia threw away the garbage and strapped on her pack. Took a quick, sharp breath, and tried a smile. “C’mon, Cowboy. Let’s go have a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

***

I stared up at the giant wheel spinning above my head. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and it was dark enough now that I couldn’t make out the people in the top seats, except for some tiny, dangling legs. Julia was buying more scrip for the rides.

“Oh. Shit,” I said.

“What?”

I was getting dizzy just standing there. “Jule, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“You’re telling me that my big, strong Cowboy is afraid of heights?”

All around us, kids were squealing, being spun and dipped and flung around in the dilapidated looking rides. Guys that looked like escaped mental patients and ex-dock workers ignored the cries, hawking cheesy prizes that were probably worth less than the price of a ticket to play whatever the game was. Creepy loud organ music blared from speakers mounted on wooden poles everywhere. Lights began flickering on. I could faintly hear a live band playing some twangy country song off in the distance.

“Uh, no. But…”

“But what?”

“Does this thing look safe to you? I mean…”

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into line. I followed her reluctantly, but that warm tingle was back, sending vibrations from her fingertips down my arm and into my crotch. The line wasn’t long; Julia handed our Carny/ex-con two of the red tickets and whispered something to him that I didn’t catch.

He chomped on the stump of a cigar and grinned at me, then ushered us onto a thin wooden seat, leering down at Julia’s tits as she scooted by him. I was more than a little surprised he didn’t help Julia up with a hand on her ass. Instead, he simply watched us buckle in and then pushed a slim metal bar down in front of our waists until it locked. The paint on the wheel and the seats was dull white, trimmed with gold and red, and flaking off.

“Have a nice ride, boys and girls!” He smacked a lever, and we scooted backwards off the platform. A second later, and my feet were dangling into space. A cool breeze blew the smell of buttered popcorn and cow poop our way as we lifted into the air.

Julia leaned back and closed her eyes, content. The stupid seat rocked and tilted. The ground was already far enough away that I couldn’t jump for it without breaking something important. She seemed fine; I thought I was going to puke.

“Hey Cowboy,” Julia reached over and patted my leg. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said.

Her hand stayed on my thigh. “Sure?”

I nodded tightly. “Yep.”

She sighed and wiggled her butt. The stupid seat wiggled and creaked. “You know, I had my first kiss at a fair.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She snuggled up and leaned her head on my shoulder. “On a Ferris wheel.”

That peculiar burning sensation flooded through me again. “Oh…well. Huh.”

Julia smiled and snuggled even closer, pushed her hand down between my legs. She gave the inside of my thigh a gentle squeeze, and I felt her breast press softly against my arm. We reached the apex of our climb, and the fairgrounds spread out underneath us, lit up and sparkling like a jewel in the twilight.

The mechanism controlling the wheel suddenly bucked and clanked and groaned, and the wheel stopped turning, with our little carriage rocking right at the top. I think I saw Julia hide a grin.

“Well, look at that,” she whispered in my ear. “Maybe we’re stuck.”

“You’re kidding, right.”

She laughed and unbuckled her safety belt. Her hand slowly moved up the inside of my thigh. I jumped. The damn seat rocked violently until I settled down. Her hand stopped moving.

Now it was resting on my crotch.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing, to tell her to put her safety belt back on, that she could fall and get smooshed, or whatever. And then she jumped me.

***

It took me a second to realize her tongue was already in my mouth. She’d pushed hard against me, one arm wrapped around my neck and her hand playing with my hair while she kissed me; all the while gently rubbing my crotch with her other hand.

My mouth felt like it was on fire.

And my crotch…

I was awkwardly pinned against the thin wooden slats that were the side of our carriage. She’d practically crawled right into my lap. The hand that was insistently massaging my cock stopped for a second and fumbled around until it found mine. She pressed my hand hard against her belly and slowly pushed it upwards, guiding it to her breast.

Her shirt came un-tucked. I touched warm, smooth flesh and heard a low, animal growl come from deep in Julia’s throat. My hand finally began to move on its own and found her breast, cupped in a sheer lace bra. Her nipple poked into my palm, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, God…” She pulled away from me, panting, and went to work on my zipper. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you forever…”

I didn’t fight her. Julia’s hands reached into my shorts and pulled me out. She stroked me until I was nice and hard, smiling a mischievous little smile. Her eyes were wide and luminous in the dark.

“W-what…?

She bent and kissed the tip of my cock, poking well up past my belly button. “I was just thinking…you don’t have to worry about the horse’s dick.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Julia, I…ahhhh…”

She slipped the head of my cock into her silky, wet mouth, and I almost screamed. The carriage did a little jig as she slowly took me in, wiggling her body even closer to me, slurping greedily. She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft, tickling me with her tongue, and then eased down on me, letting me slip the rest of the way into her mouth, deep into her throat. She pulled back slowly and pushed her fingertips down into my shorts; lightly stroked my balls with her fingernails.

The carriage squeaked as she worked me. I tried to relax, but the tension from knowing I was maybe just a loose, rusty bolt away from death wouldn’t let me.

Still, it barely took a minute before my orgasm boiled up and over. I could’ve sworn I shot a garden-hose full of come into her mouth. I thought she was going to suck me inside out, and my balls kept on pumping. Energizer balls.

Eventually, I slumped back onto the wood slats, drained. Julia sat up, braced her hands on my chest and tilted her head back. She swallowed hard a couple times, licked her lips, and then laughed and collapsed against my chest.

“Shit, Julia,” I groaned.

“Did you like that, Cowboy?”

“Ah, fuck. Yeah.”

She relaxed, snuggled close. Put a hand on my chest. “So…I guess we finally cheated.”

I nodded slowly. “I guess so.”

She toyed with my shrinking cock. The Ferris wheel’s motor clanked and we lurched forward. I was too wiped to care. Julia tucked me back into my underwear and tried to zip me up one-handed. It wasn’t working.

“Why don’t we just leave everything like this,” She giggled. “I like it.”

I laughed with her. She tilted her head up.

“You remember that morning when I…”

“Walked in on me?”

“Mm. In your dining room.”

I felt my face flush. “Yep.”

“God.” She kissed the soft spot under my chin. “I wanted you so bad that day.”

Her blouse was open, rustling in the breeze, and her t-shirt was stuck up over her tits. I pulled it back into place. The wheel stopped again, with a crunch of gears. Below us, the Carnie/ex-con was letting people off. 

“Uh, really?”

Sometimes I amaze myself with how stupid I can be. Julia hooked one of her legs over mine. I felt the warmth in her crotch burn into the top of my thigh. The carriage rocked us gently.

“I emailed you all my fantasies of you bending me over your table, and you taking me from behind. Remember?”

I nodded. Diana had read those emails.

Julia looked up at me again. Put a cool hand on my flushed cheek. I wondered how it could have felt so hot before, but now so sweet. “I liked sending you those.”

My tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. “I liked them too.”

“You know, I used to sneak into the bathroom after Greg went to bed and play with myself; thinking about you reading my stories.”

Oh, I said. Huh. Suddenly my entire vocabulary had reduced into a series of primeval, one-syllable grunts.

The wheel groaned again, and we lowered a few more feet before coming to another bouncing stop.

“Do you think Diana figured it out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. At least, she came pretty close. She teased me a lot about this trip.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I don’t think Greg has any idea.”

Gears shifted. We dropped again, getting closer to the crowd waiting in line below. I shifted and adjusted my junk so I could zip up. Julia sat up straight and slipped back into her safety belt. She held my hand as we spiraled the rest of the way down.

***

The Carny/ex-con was still chewing the stubby cigar butt when we jerked to a final stop. He popped the bar off our laps and let us out. He gave me a wink when I passed.

“Come on, boys and girls! Nothing to be afraid of here! Just good, clean fun on the Ferris wheel…!”

***

We meandered around for a while longer, clinging together. The reality of the blow job Julia had given me was already fading like an old memory, the only reminder a slight dampness in my shorts, and that lingering, tingling buzz that had settled in my gut.

She led me out of the maze of tents and stalls, towards the amphitheater, and the loud country twang emanating from within. Streams of guys in cowboy hats and their dates filed towards the gates. Julia tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go in!”

“You like country music?” I wondered.

She shook her head. “Hate it. I just don’t want to leave yet. And this way I can call home and have an excuse for being late.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Another forty or fifty bucks later, we were inside, leaning against a tent post and sharing a beer. A few beers and a lot of bad songs about cheating wives, broke-down trucks and runaway dogs later, Julia was pressed into me with her arms wrapped tight around my neck. She wiggled her ass in time to the music, digging it into my crotch; and damn it if my little friend didn’t just perk right up again. I don’t know how long we spent like that, but the band was coming out for its encore when we stumbled back out into the deserted night.

We headed towards the parking lot, along with a few other stragglers. The cleanup crew was out, sweeping up junk, replacing the trash bags in the garbage containers. I was so light-headed I could barely walk, but I knew I wasn’t drunk.

Halfway down an ill-lit path, Julia swerved and pulled me into a tent that had been closed down for the night. We snuck through an opening in the flap and found ourselves right where we’d watched the horse auction earlier that afternoon.

She came to me in a rush. My blood was already pounding, and this time I kissed her back hard, crushing her soft lips with mine. We kissed and eventually came up for air; our hands moving and squeezing and probing; until her nimble fingers found my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell in a heap on the ground. Our packs followed, and I yanked open her blouse, popping buttons, and practically tore off her t-shirt, giving me my first good view of her lacy white bra. In the feeble light, I could just make out the dark, circular outlines of her nipples through the sheer silk. I ran my hands over her breasts lightly, gently caressing, marveling at how heavy and full they were.

Her nipples pricked my palms, and I bent slightly and bit down, tasting her through the silk lace, feeling the rubbery tip of her nipple harden in my teeth.

Julia was gasping, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms over my head, heard her sigh as she pulled it up and off. She pushed me away and pulled my underpants down in a rush. I sprang out, my dick already hard and throbbing. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall, then turned away from me and bent over, pulling her lacy panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away, spread her legs and offered herself to me.

I looked down on her mindlessly, like an animal in heat. My cock was twitching, aching and red, engorged with blood. It pulled me toward her, like it was alive.

Julia reached around and grabbed me. Guided me to her most private spot. I groaned as the head of my cock brushed her soft, blonde thatch of pubic hair and slipped easily past her pussy lips. She grabbed hold of the wood railing to brace herself, and I pushed hard with my hips. She was burning so hot that entering her was almost painful; but she was also deliciously, slippery wet, and it seemed that her body sucked me inside her.

I shoved until I was completely buried; then I bent and rested on her back so I could run my hands freely over her entire body. I reached up, snapped her bra apart where the cups met and let her breasts hang free. I reached a hand down between her legs and found her pussy lips, spread them apart and fingered her sharp little clit. She moaned and jerked at my probing fingers.

I nuzzled her neck and whispered roughly into her ear: “Now it’s your turn.”

Julia was already gasping small, quiet cries; her hips were jerking and her legs were beginning to tremble. I reached around her belly and caught a heavy breast in my free hand, and then I held on for dear life.

***

We emerged from the tent not long after, dazed and rumpled and satisfied. Julia clung to me, her head on my shoulder and arm around my waist, her hip bumping into mine as we walked. We made our way to the main concourse and joined a small knot of people being ushered out by the event security staff. The parking lot was practically empty. When we got back to the car, it was well past midnight.

“It’s late.” She said. “Think we should call home and then go find a hotel?”

I grinned. “Sure.”

“Here.” She tossed me her keys. “I’ll call, you drive.”

“You okay?”

“My legs are…a little wobbly.”

I grinned some more. I unlocked the Land Rover and we piled in. Julia found her cell phone and called home. Woke up Greg and told him our plan. She turned her face slightly away from me and lowered her voice to a murmur. Rested her forehead on the window. Spoke softly for a bit, and then she wished him good night.

I did the same thing with Diana, more or less. Then I stuck the key in the ignition, started the ‘Rover and followed the last of the cars out of the lot.

***

I woke up early the next morning, naked, sprawled out on a damp mattress in a cheap hotel room. The old alarm clock on the nightstand next to me said it was just after six a.m. Julia was lying in the crook of my arm with the rumpled bed sheet tangled in her legs, breathing softly through her open mouth. Our clothes were scattered around the room, on tables, chairs – mostly on the floor. The air-conditioning was off and the room was already getting warm.

I eased my arm out from under her head, felt the pins and needles as my circulation slowly returned. I grimaced and rubbed the pain away. Julia mumbled something and scooted into the warm spot on my side. She rolled over and latched onto my pillow, dragged it under her chin and got comfy again. I watched her for a moment, admiring her lush, muscular curves, the sharply defined tan lines around her hips and over her breasts.

The pungent smell of our sex hung in the air like a fog.

Something Swan had said a long time ago popped into my head: Always get the proof, or no one will ever believe you. I stood and rooted in my pack until I found my cell phone. I turned on the camera feature and snapped a few rather intimate pictures, photos that I’m sure neither Diana or Greg would have approved of. I typed out a text message, attached the best of the pictures, and messaged the whole bundle to Swan. He messaged back while I was sitting on the john. Wrote:  Damn! Get that girl to sign a voucher and film something! We can use this shit!   - S

Julia was still asleep. I deleted the photos and the message, then took a quick shower to wash away the previous days’ sweaty funk and dried spunk. I dressed in my clean change of clothes, grabbed the key card and ran downstairs to a twenty-four hour deli. The fat, bald guy planted on a stool behind the counter was more interested in the rancid hot dog he was stuffing his face with than the security monitor. I guess there wasn’t anybody in this bathroom worth looking at.

I bought some fresh fruit, pastries, and a couple cold bottles of water, and ran back to our room. I tossed the key card on the small table by the window.

While I was gone, Julia had pulled the sheet up around her chest and was lying curled up on her side. I jumped on the bed and kissed her bare shoulder, worked my way up her neck to her earlobe, nibbled gently. She moaned, rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Hi,” I said, and kissed her, lightly working my way around the hollow of her neck. She tilted her head and purred.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Breakfast?”

“Mmmnn.” She smiled and let the sheet fall to her waist. “Not yet…”

She reached out for me, pulling at my clothes. I threw the sheet out of our way and forgot about breakfast.

***

Our trip together ended Saturday, right about noon, when Julia eased the Land Rover to a stop at the curb back in front of my house. A sprinkler was on, swirling rainbows of water onto our lawn. Diana’s Subaru was parked in our driveway, the engine ticking.

We sat in the car for a bit with the windows cracked, quiet, letting the breeze cool us. Eventually Julia sighed.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask for a goodbye kiss,” she said, eyeing the cooling Subaru.

“Might not be the best idea.”

The front door opened. Diana stepped onto the porch and waved. I smiled. Julia smiled. We were all waving. Uncomfortably. It seemed like we’d been gone for months, instead of only a day.

My arm was already bored with the waving. “Time to go.”

I grabbed my pack and slipped out of the ‘Rover, felt grass crush under my feet. A few of my neighbors were out in the sunshine, tending to their already perfect lawns for the first time that spring. The growl of lawnmowers and the sweet smell of cut grass permeated the air.

I shut the car door and took a deep breath, thinking that this was how the country should’ve smelled like...

Then I sneezed. Diana and Julia both laughed, and knew I was home.

***

Well. There you have it. The entire, uncensored story.

That was the last time I saw Julia for several weeks. We both got busy with the usual life type stuff. Swan and I got a sweet offer to make a film from someone we’d bits and pieces of work for. A real movie – not a bad porno or cheesy television commercial or cable thing, but a real motion picture, produced with real Hollywood money, shot on location in Los Angeles.

And instead of getting that dog her kids wanted, Julia missed her period. We weren’t able to spend much time together, after that.

Now Swan and I are living in L.A. full time. The movie is in the can, and now we’re in the editing process, working to finish for a spring release. Diana and I broke it off a few months ago. The stress and anxiety of trying to keep a long distance relationship going made the situation impossible, and she was settled back home, just didn’t want to make the move.

So here I am, a little more than nine months later, single for the first time in years, albeit finally gainfully employed, at least for the time being. Sitting at the kitchen table in our shared apartment in Venice, eating a quick lunch and checking out an email that Julia just sent me.

Looking at pictures of her bouncing new baby boy.

Julia says that everyone thinks the baby looks just like her. Maybe so. It sure doesn’t look anything like Greg.

Julia’s folks bought a sailboat and moved to Marina Del Ray not too long ago. In her email she says that she’s making plans to come and visit them with the baby, and she was wondering if it would be okay if she dropped by for a couple days while she was here…

Well.

I haven’t answered her yet.

Now, this didn’t seem to work real well the last time I tried it. But why don’t we put this to a vote? Let me know what you think I should do, folks; if I should ask her to come, or not. And maybe we’ll talk some more, later.

~ Dev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     We sat at the bar and talked for an hour or so until this annoying couple came over and started blabbing on and on. At that point, I touched her leg as if to say 'can you believe these people?' But she took it differently. She put her hand on my leg and started rubbing. At that point, I was like, 'let's go drink from my mini bar.'

     She said, 'let's go.' As we walked out, I could see angry, jealous men staring at us. I was even more turned on. As we walk out, I decided to test the waters. I grabbed her arm and told her to kiss me. She was all over me.

     I'm a good looking guy, but this chick was legendary. I was thinking, all I have to do is get her up to my room now. We get into the elevator and start kissing again. She took off her heels, which made her my height, and started on my neck.

     As soon as we get into the room, she sits on my bed and unbuttons my jeans. With her smoothe, white hands, she reached into my pants and pulls my cock out and takes it into her mouth. I can't believe it. I'm looking up at the ceiling thinking, 'this is unbelievable.'

     She was so gorgeous that I would have been happy just eating her snatch. She wouldn't wait long enough. We tested every position. I even put my cock in her butt. And what a great ass it was.

Oh, and I sucked her great toes, too.

     And the thing was, I had just been with a 42 year old the night before. I was on a roll. This was just a Saturday night. We had two more nights together. But on Sunday morning, she and her aunt was in the food court. She was wearing a pair white jeans. Her ass looked fabulous. I was thinking to myself, 'my cock was in her ass the night before.'

     The last night together, Monday, we fucked for about 3 hours. She saved the best for last... after some good sex, she asked me to finish by jerkin off. when i got near climax, she took over and swallowed ever drop.

     We talked a few times after that and tried to set up a long weekend, but it never happened. but of the women i've been with, she truly is the best I could have hoped for.

later

I sat at my desk and somehow my hand found its way into my jeans. I started stroking my tingling cock as I played each video.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the guy in one of the pictures who was fucking a Latina slut with a fat pussy to kill for. The guy was fucking and sucking her brains out after they’d just met her minutes ago at a park.

Why can’t things like that ever happen to me? The guys in porno flicks have all the luck. I’d love to fuck a hot slut that I just met, but stuff like that never happens to me.

I forced the thought out of mind and forced myself to think about the videos of Tatiana. Just as I was getting into it, my leg started vibrating. My pager was going off.

I work for a plumbing company. I’m on call during work hours, so I spend most of that time doing whatever I want until a call comes in.

I swear those people have the worst timing. They always call when I’m deep into something I enjoy, like jacking off, for instance.

I called my dispatcher, Susie. She said, “Victor, let me run a name past you: Lydia Newman. Does that name ring a bell?”

“No, should it?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s a customer that you serviced just a few days ago and she’s already calling back complaining that her pipes won’t stop leaking since you came out there.”

My hard-on was dwindling away. I started pulling my jeans back up as I scrolled through my mental rolodex of customers that I’d serviced in the last few days. I remembered Lydia Newman.  She was a fox, a few years older than me but sexy as hell and very flirtatious.

I said, “Susie, I apologize about the pipes, but they were working fine when I left and she seemed happy. She even gave me a twenty-dollar tip.”

“Regardless of that, she still made a re-call, so this time I want you to get it right. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She read off Ms. Newman’s address. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but for some reason, that address didn’t sound right.

“Be prompt,” Susie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every curse word I could think of.

I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wanted—no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn’t have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet.

Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Lydia’s house seemed different too. This neighborhood was a lot nicer than what I remembered. This was a more expensive area with great landscaping and houses the size of small apartment buildings. It didn’t look familiar at all.

Something just wasn’t right.

She even answered the door in a strange way—on the first knock. I usually had to wait a minute for the customer to get to the door.

But the person who opened the door was indeed the woman who had been flirting with me a couple days earlier. The only difference was she looked a lot better today. Her makeup and hair was done and she was wearing some kind of one-piece, wrap-around skirt that looked like she’d taken it out of an old Japanese movie. It was very colorful and showed an ample amount of cleavage.

“Hi, you called?” I said as I struggled to keep my gaze focused on her eyes instead of her breasts. My cock started sliding down my leg.

She stepped to the side to let me in. “I think I have a leak under the sink. You could come take a look at it,” she said. She closed the door and locked it.

I wasn’t sure if Lydia remembered me, but she showed no signs of recognition.

I followed her through the house and complimented her on it just to see her reaction. There was none. She just said thanks and kept leading the way.

We arrived at a small bathroom just beyond the stairs. “It’s in there,” she pointed.

I took a look in the half-bathroom. There wasn’t any water on the floor, nor a bucket under the faucet to catch leaking water. “Under the sink?” I asked, dumbfounded.

I sat on the floor to get a better look, examined every inch of pipe carefully. “I don’t see a leak.”

“Well, there’s gotta be because I’m feeling all wet all over,” said Lydia.

I looked up. She had that sexy expression from days ago when she was flirting with me and I thought maybe she was doing it again. There was something sexual in the way she said her last statement.

“Excuse me?” I chuckled.

Her wrap-around was split in the front and I could see glimpses on her bald pussy as she smiled and stepped over my outstretched legs.

My cock reacted immediately and started sliding a little farther down my thigh.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Lydia.

She kneeled in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. She opened the skirt fully, revealing a pouty cunt with traces of juice between the lips.

“Oh, my god!” I blurted.

It was obvious what she wanted and I felt the same way, plus I was still very horny from the videos I'd seen.

She placed her hand over her snatch. A red fingernail disappeared between the swollen outer lips, and then reappeared as she slowly masturbated in front of me.

“It’s wet all over. See?”

I slid forward as my cock grew even stiffer. I touched her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and spread her thighs a little wider.

I touched the tender mound, then started thumbing along the outer lips and let my thumb slip between them. She was right. It was saturated. She was hornier than me, if you can believe that.

Her breathing got heavier and her legs started trembling. “Do you think you can fix it?” she moaned.

“If I can get my tool out, I’m sure I can do something about it.” It sounded corny, but that’s what they would have said in a porno.

She stood, said, “Come with me.”

I followed her to the living room. She motioned for me to sit on the couch. She kneeled between my legs, unzipped my pants, and reached inside.

“Is this your tool?” she joked, but her mood turned serious as she fondled my cock. She was surprised at how big and thick it was and I wasn’t fully hard yet.

She pulled it and started kissing and licking it. She closed her soft lips around the head and slid her tongue from side to side, and then she started going down, down further, and down some more until she’d consumed almost the full length of my shaft. My cock grew to full erection inside her mouth.

She pulled it out, kissed it, and resumed slurping the bulky meat stick.

“Yeah. Yeah, oh, suck that,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back and let her have her way with it. The air was filled with the sounds of her lips smacking on my cock.

When I opened them I noticed the pictures on the entertainment center. None of them were pictures of Lydia.

That’s when it all made sense. This wasn’t her house. She had borrowed a friend’s house to fuck me away from home. But why?

I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Lydia had her lips pressed firmly on my cock.

Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, “Let me help you get out of these pants.”

Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck at home.

I lifted my pelvis off the couch as she pulled my pants to the floor.

Now I could open my legs wider and give her better access to my cock. She took my prick whole to the back of her mouth and pulled it out with a loud pop.

“Oh, yeah.”

“More comfortable?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

We went on like this for minutes with her deep-throating me, kissing all around my cock, slurping my balls, and stroking pre-cum out of my cock so she could savor its flavor.

When she was done, my whole pelvic area was soaked in her saliva and my cock was jumping like crazy.

She stood up and turned around. She bent over reaching between her legs for my dick. She started stroking it up and down, keeping it rock hard as I stared at her beautiful ass and the pussy lips that decorated the middle of it.

She rubbed the head along the lips. It was hot like an oven, and very tight, yet the head slipped in and out without a problem.

Lydia was teasing me, making me want her more by the sight, sound, and feel of my cock head slipping around and about on her wet cunt.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let it slip inside. It was an easier entry than I’m used to. Lydia’s pussy adjusted quickly to accommodate my girth, which was remarkable considering she was holding her legs pressed close together, which made her hole seem that much tighter.

She kept easing back on my hard prick until I felt her ass cheeks touch my hips. My cock was throbbing inside her. I don’t know if she could feel it, but it was driving me nuts with the desire to cum in her pussy.

She started moving. It was an in-and-out motion at first, and then she started grinding from side to side, enjoying the pleasurable width of my eager cock.

“It’s so good,” I said. “Yeah, ride my cock. Ride it. Ride that pussy on my cock.”

She started bouncing and grinding more aggressively. Soon, we were both moaning in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight!” I grabbed a handful of ass and aided in bouncing her wet pussy on my hard dick.

My balls started tightening and I prepared myself for what I thought would be the best orgasm of my life. But just as I was reaching my peak, she stood up and my cock fell out with loads of shiny pussy juice covering its entire length.

Lydia lay on the other couch and opened her legs wide, then parted her sweet pussy lips and waited for me come plug her pink hole.

She was gorgeous and so erotic lying there in such a compromising position. She started fingering her clit as I entered her. She kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Her pussy felt good with her on her back but I liked it better when she was riding me backwards on the couch. As tight as her cunt was now, it seemed much tighter before. Then I figured out why.

“Pull those legs back for me, baby,” I ordered.

Both legs went skyward, straightened out, and touched at the ankle.

The space in her hole decreased by half and I could feel the walls squeezing firmly against my meat.

I started easing in and out of her once more. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Lydia’s moaning kept getting louder as she mirrored my movements. Her toes curled up and I knew she must be having an orgasm.

“Ooh, yeah,” she whispered through heavy breathing as hot pussy juice spilled all over my hard cock. “Some more…I wanna leak some more,” she moaned.

She had no idea how sexy she looked cumming all over my cock right now.

I could feel an orgasm growing inside me. I started fucking her snatch harder, my hips smacking her tender ass.

“You’re just making me wetter. Yeah, yeah,” she cried out.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“All over my face.”

The thought of cumming all over this married slut’s face was all that was needed to bring me over the edge. Cum started welling inside my balls in a tension-filled moment as I continued pounding Lydia’s sweet muff.

“I want to taste it,” she said.

That was it! Hot Damn!

“Come here,” I said.

She brought her head around and licked at my shaft as she stroked it.

I could feel cum making its way up my rod. My eyes grew wide open so I could take in every erotic second of what was about to happen.

Lydia grabbed it with both hands and started stroking harder as white spoo splattered all over her eyes, face, and mouth. Her face twisted into an expression that resembled a lunatic as she eagerly milked me of every drop of cock juice.

She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my sensitive cock head and used it to smear cum all around her lips.

She looked up at me. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just thanked her.

“You’re welcome,” she said in that sexy whisper of hers.

I told her she could call me anytime, but she was already planning on calling me the next time she needed her “leak” fixed.

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