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She chuckled, “Would you like some tea?” she asked smiling as she held up the box Lemon Ginger Herbal.

“No thanks,” I smiled.

“Ginger ale?”

“Ginger is hereby forbidden in this house.”

“Aww, I thought maybe you might want to give me a figging one day.”

“No, I’m not that cruel.”

“I’m sorry Doug, I didn’t know it was going to actually hurt.”

“That was a true pain in the ass.”

“I can kiss it better, if you like?”

“Tonight.” I said.

“Now I feel bad,” she said. “Let me make it up to you tonight. We’ll exchange one pain in the ass for another one. I’ve never done anal. I’d like to try,” she was grinning at me, “what do you think, would you like to fuck me in the ass?”

We both looked down at my sweatpants which were bulging at the front and broke out laughing.

“I take that as a yes!” she howled.

I hugged her. When our laughing subsided I gave her a kiss. “What are you going to wear for Sunday dinner?” I asked as I held her in my arms.

“I’ll sort myself out, don’t you worry.

“Did you really think that I tried to humiliate you?”

“I didn’t know what your motivation was. Now I know.” She hugged me tightly as smiled as she looked up.

“I didn’t need to go through a frikkin’ Spanish Inquisition, you could have just asked.”

“I hadn’t planned on it. I just wanted to suck your cock with my finger in your hot ass. It didn’t quite work out that way.”

“No and in the end, you’re going to get it – in the end.” I let her go, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.

“I should get you to pour this into my ass.”

“Go peel some potatoes,” she said.

I pulled out the bag of potatoes.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” she said, “you had a call on your house line while you were in the shower. She handed me the note. Her handwriting was perfect, girly even.

Your neighbor Jim called.
Jim and Julie Cavanaugh are going to the Caribbean tomorrow for 16 days. They’ll be back on the Wed.
Please keep an eye on the property. You have keys to get in if you have to. No deliveries are expected. Please pick-up mail and newspapers.
Gomez and Lulu will be in the kennel.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I said.

She grabbed the note and reread it. “It makes perfect sense to me,” she had a questioning look in her face.

“Jim is my neighbor. Great guy,” I said, pointing my thumb to the left, “that’s his house right there.”

She stared at me.

“Julie is his neighbor, on the other side. You know the big house two doors down?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s a widow. Her husband died four or five years ago.”

“So?”

“He’s married, his wife’s name is Cora.”

She just stood there.

“Why the hell would the two of them be going on holiday?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’ve got a thing going.” She suggested.

“Very strange goings on around here,” I answered.

“And this is coming from a guy that just got a figging?”

*

I sat on the couch reading the Sunday paper and drinking a beer. I had my new dress shirt and my new pair of slacks on. She came down the stairs. Black high heel shoes appeared first, followed by black see-through shiny stockings, a skinny black skirt to just above her knees, her sleeveless white cotton blouse had holes cut out to permit her boobs to garishly stick out. The nipple rings contrasted to the nipples and areola which were painted bright red. Her lipstick was the same bright red. Eye make-up was way over the top in a combination of black and red.

Somehow the tattooed arm fit right in.

The overall look was something she had clearly contrived for herself. She did a masterful job. My cock pressed in my pants.

When she made it the bottom of the stair she did a slow pirouette. The stockings had a vertical line down the back of each leg.

She looked like a complete vamp, a total slut. My cock jumped up immediately, pressing further into my pants. She was my own private, walking fuck-fest.

“Wow!” I said, standing up to adjust my cock. I held out my hand. “Don’t you look absolutely delicious?”

She smiled demurely and held out her hand to take mine. I could smell perfume. She had fake nail extensions, painted bright red.

“Anal cherry red,” she said. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” I answered enthusiastically.

She walked off swaying her bum. “Ooo…the table is set nicely,” she said.

I was the one who was trying to transform her? She had me squarely under her thumb and fake painted thumbnail. The fact of the matter was that I couldn’t be happier.

I carved the roast beef and dished up the dinner for both of us. I held the chair out for her to sit. She had bought a new red candle stick. I lit it.

Sunday dinner was rare prime rib roast beef, roasted potatoes, roasted parsnips, Brussels sprouts, fluffy Yorkshire pudding and lots of rich thick gravy. A little dish of horseradish sat on the table.

The meat could be cut with a butter knife.

We both went back for seconds.

I had a hard time concentrating during the whole meal. Escort Those bright red nipples were beckoning me, almost taunting me. She grinned every time she saw that I was staring. What a devious cunt.

“Sunday dinner,” I said as we finished up the meal, “is now my most favorite time of the week.” We stood to clear the plates away.

She looked over her shoulder back to me as she slowly rubbed her bum cheeks with her hands, “But you’ve not had your dessert yet.”

“I am so looking forward to dessert.”

“So am I,” she smirked at me, “everything’s ready. All clean.”

“Wanna do dishes later?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ll need tissues and some olive oil,” she replied as she walked off to the living room provocatively wiggling her ass.

Stepping into the living room I saw Caitlyn standing facing me, legs spread shoulder width apart. She had slipped her skirt off. The stockings were held up by a garter belt. She wore no panties. Her pussy was bare. Little pussy rings glistened underneath.

My cock popped to attention right away.

“Strip naked for me Doug,” she cooed, “and then come and lick my pussy.”

In about a nanosecond I was naked sitting on the floor below Caitlyn’s crotch. I saw a smile of sweet satisfaction as she pulled the back of my head towards herself. I cupped her bum cheeks. I was suddenly overcome by her aroma and her taste. My tongue darted everywhere. I knew that I was supposed to be pleasuring her. I wasn’t. That was all about me. I was being greedy, lost in the need for more and more Caitlyn juice.

Caitlyn was oblivious to my selfishness. Her hips rocked up and down and side to side as she pressed the back of my head. I could hear a low moan. After a few moments of self-indulgence I became cognizant of the fact that Caitlyn’s thighs were quivering. She continued to press my head and flex her hips.

It really was my first opportunity to explore Caitlyn’s pussy in the shaved condition. Earlier that afternoon, yes my tongue was there, but my mind was a little pre-occupied. Sitting there on the carpeted living room floor with my face surrounded by black stocking tops and her soft bum cheeks, I could really make out the difference that shaving caused. Every fold was smooth, silky, naked, almost more vulnerable. More intimate. I was loving it.

Her quivering had become a tremble.

I pushed my tongue as deep into her vagina as I could manage. From her bum to her clit I licked her with my tongue flattened. Just the tip of my tongue teased every tiny bit of her labia and then her clit. I collected more Caitlyn juice as a reward. I gently sucked on her clit.

“Aaaauugh,” she jerked and pressed my face into herself. “Nnnaagghh” she jolted again. My chin was soaked. I kept sucking on her clit. “Haaagh” she gasped as she shuddered and let go of my head.

“I need to sit down,” she said. I could see her face was red. Her chest was heaving. Apparently she liked that. She sat on the floor in front of me with her legs wide opened and her weight on her arms behind her. After her breathing normalized a huge grin washed across her face.

There’s always something just a little bit ridiculous about porno films. The girl is naked yet is still wearing high heels. I’m afraid for the leather couch when I watch it. Yet watching Caitlyn on the carpeted floor wearing high heels, sexy black stockings held up with a garter belt and the blouse with the boob cut-outs was anything but ridiculous. She was sexy as hell! My cock was as stiff as can be.

She rolled herself onto her knees and pressed her chest and face to the carpet. She wiggled her bum and said, “Come on Doug, fuck my ass.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. Her bum hole was a pinkish brown. Little creases converged to a small opening. She flexed it out at me several times. I poured a little olive oil into my palm and smeared my cock with it. My lubed fingers found her bum hole. I tickled it with my finger. It flexed inwards in reaction. Just the tip of my index finger slip in momentarily. She wiggled her bum. With a bit more oil on my finger I smeared all around her anus and then pushed the finger in. At first to my second knuckle and then all the way in.

I wiggled and rotated my finger, “You okay?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, “feels funny. Different.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

I oiled my finger again and pressed it back in, wiggling it from side to side. When I added a second finger Caitlyn’s head came off the carpet and her back flexed.

“You okay?” I could feel her tighten on my fingers. I held them inside her.

She paused for a moment before answering, “Yeah.”

With two fingers I twisted, flexed and pulled in and out. Her bum hole relaxed after a few moments.

“Feels nice,” she said.

I pulled my fingers apart inside her bum while rotating my hand. She continued to relax.

I pulled my fingers out and wiped my hands on some tissues. Kneeling behind her I asked, “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

As soon as my cockhead slipped in her head lifted off the floor again. I knelt motionless Escort Bayan holding onto her hips. She lowered her head again. I watched her bum hole relax.

The urge to slam my cock into her was almost overwhelming. I had to control my emotions and think rationally. One screw up on my part and I could ruin my chances of having anal sex with her forever.

I pushed forward slowly. The skin of her anus followed. I slowly pulled back drawing her anal ring out. I pushed forward a little further and stopped. I watched her intently. I pulled back again and forward and slowly forward and back, each time watching her bum hole follow my glistening cock. I held for a few moments longer and then pushed forward until I was all the way in. She was tight around my cock. It was fantastic.

Caitlyn made no sound except for her breathing. I held my breath.

I swear I could feel her pulse on my cock.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded. Her face was pinkish red. What a trouper. I knew that she hurt.

I held my cock inside her motionless for a few moments. Slowly I slipped it in and out and side to side. She seemed to relax a little. With my cock all the way inside her I held myself motionless again.

Just a little, she pulled herself off my cock and then pushed back. After a moment she did it again. And then again.

What a delight to watch.

Slowly I started fucking her ass. What bliss. She started fucking back.

She shifted herself a little on the floor. I could feel the motion of her rubbing her clit.

That was all the green light I needed.

With each stroke the tempo increased. Not just mine. She was gyrating her ass into me as I fucked her. I couldn’t believe that she was loving it.

The tell tale quiver in her thighs came back. My breathing was heavy but I paced myself. I couldn’t believe how tight her ass was around my cock. Her face was red. Her eyes closed, nostrils flared.

I needed to hold off cumming until she did. It was a challenge. The sight of my cock plunging into her ass was too erotic. I tilted my head and gazed at the ceiling. That didn’t help, it only focused my mind on the feeling of her sphincter on my cock.

Her quiver turned to a tremble. I knew she was close. I could feel her rubbing her clit with vengeance.

“Yeah…fuck…my…ass…yeah…yeahhh…Auuughhh!” Vise-like her asshole clamped down on my cock, I was fully inside her. Her back and belly arched upwards. She relaxed for a fraction of a second, “Auugggggh” again she clenched.

It was too much. I came inside her. My hips were out of control as I squirted over and over.

The room was filled with our combined guttural growls and sharp intakes of air. My spasms synchronized with her contractions.

I fell in a heap on her back. My motion pushed her bum forward so that she was face down on the carpet. I was lying on top of her with my cock still in her ass. We were both gasping for air. I moved slightly.

“No! Leave it in!”

I complied. I kissed her neck.

“That was fucking awesome,” she said, “I like that.”

I turned my face to the heavens above and mouthed a quiet thank you.

“You’re awesome Cate,” I whispered in her ear. I kissed her neck.

A few moments later my cock slipped out of her bum hole. Cum oozed out. Such a glorious sight.

“Shall I feed it to you?” I asked.

“Not from my ass, that’s gross.” Her index finger and red painted fingernail replaced my cock. She swirled it in and around her bum hole playing with the cum. I’m sure she wasn’t aware that she was moaning in pleasure as she did it.

A few minutes later, for the first time, tissue was used to clean-up after sex.

I was still naked and she was still skirt-less as we cleaned up the kitchen.

I had my finger in her ass as I climbed the stairs following her up to the bedroom. The garter belt, stockings and heels perfectly framed her bum. She seemed to enjoy the finger, she certainly didn’t complain.

*

The shop phone rang as we were having lunch the next day.

“Hello,” I answered it.

(“Doug, it’s your sister.”)

“Sally! How are ya?”

(“I’m great. Don’t worry nothing’s wrong.”)

“Where are you?”

(I’m at the airport. My connecting flight to Chicago has been delayed so I’m jumping in a cab to go see mum and dad. Can you meet me there? It would be really nice to see you too. I can only spend an hour there before I’ll have to get back to the airport.”)

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

(“Great, I really miss you.”)

“I miss you too. Love you. See you in about forty minutes.”

I pulled my shop coat off, grabbed my keys and said “Caitlyn, I’ll be back in about two or three hours. I’ve got my cell phone.” I jumped in the pick-up truck and took off to see my sister.

From the airport she’d be at mum and dad’s before I would.

She is married with three kids, my nephews and niece. Naturally, I’m always feeling guilty because I don’t see my mum and dad often enough. But at sixty six and sixty seven, they’re still doing okay. Bayan Escort God bless them. Sadly I only rarely see my sister and her family.

We had a pleasant visit. It was very strange for just the four of us to be together, without her husband and her kids, although I love them all very dearly. I couldn’t remember that last time it was just the four of us. We all hugged and kissed before my sister and I had to return to the real world.

I got back to the shop just before three. The black Yaris wasn’t there. Caitlyn wasn’t there. I called her cell. She didn’t pick up.

Just after four, the shop phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered it.

(“Doug Jenner?”)

“Yes?”

(“My name is Dennis Progue, I’m Caitlyn’s dad.)

“Is she okay, where is she?”

(“She’s in the hospital. She’s been in an accident.”)

“What?!…Is she okay?” My knees started to shake.

(“She’ll be okay, she’s been banged up. Her car’s a write off.)

“Oh my God.” I needed to sit down. I was going to faint.

(“What happened?”)

“What do you mean? I have no idea.” I was breathing heavy. How could he be asking me what happened?

(“She’s completely distraught, she ran through a red light and got t-boned, luckily on the passenger side. The mini-van that hit her is a write-off too, but it appears the woman who hit her is fine. Her air bags went off.”)

“How bad is she banged up?” My world was going grey.

(“A couple of broken ribs, some minor cuts, a bunch of bruising. Her head is fine, spine’s fine. She’s very shaken up. Why wasn’t she at work and why did she run a red light?”)

“I don’t know. What hospital is she at?” With a bunch of deep breaths I knew I was going to be okay.

He told me.

“All I can tell you is that I went out and I was back three hours later and she was gone. That was completely unlike her. And she wouldn’t pick up her cell phone when I called. I thought maybe she went for groceries or something. I was getting a little worried.”

(“I’m calling you from her cell phone right now. I think they might be discharging her tonight.”)

“That’s fine, I’m going to see her right now.” I was panting.

Back down the highway I went shaking the whole way. I met Dennis and her mom Jenny standing outside the little room Caitlyn was in. They were obviously worried and upset.

Caitlyn had bandages on her face with traces of dry blood below. Her bottom lip was blue and swollen. The nose ring was gone. Clearly she’d had a nose bleed. She had a shiner in both eyes. Her right arm was in a sling. She had a neck brace pad around the back of her neck. There was something wrapped around her ribs below her sweater, which was bloody. Her pants were off and she had a big bandage on both knees and her right ankle.

Tears welled in my eyes. I thought I might faint.

“Caitlyn you poor thing.” I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Do you still love her?” she mumbled through swollen lips.

“What?”

“Sally. Do you still love her?”

Oh fuck.

“Caitlyn. My sister’s name is Sally. I went to see my sister, not my ex-fiancé.”

“What?!…Fuck off! Fuck right off! You fucking bastard!” She was shaking in the bed.

“Hey, don’t be blaming me.”

She started crying.

Dennis interjected, “What’s going on?” Her mom looked like she was in shock.

I turned to face them both. “I had a fiancé named Sally. My sister’s name is Sally too. My sister’s connecting flight was delayed and she and I met for an hour at my parent’s house this afternoon. Caitlyn overheard the phone call from my sister and thought I was talking to my ex-fiancé. None of that would matter, if your daughter wasn’t desperately in love with me.” I turned to look down to Caitlyn, “Isn’t that true Caitlyn?”

Tears were streaming from her face as she nodded.

“Do you love her too?” Jenny asked, her face even more in shock.

I brushed Caitlyn’s forehead, there was dry blood in the hairline. “I do, but not when she’s stupid like this.” I smiled at her.

She tried to smile back through her blue swollen lip. Tears were still flowing.

“Are they going to discharge her tonight?” I asked Dennis.

“That’s what they said,” he answered, “the Doctor’s going to come by one more time.”

“Should we let Caitlyn decide where she wants to go home to?” I asked.

“I think so Doug.”

The three of us turned to look at Caitlyn. Through blackened, teary eyes she slowly raised her slinged right arm and pointed a crooked finger at me.

Thank you lord.

I looked around the little room. I could see her shop coat in a plastic bag next to the bed. “What happened to her pants?” I asked.

“They cut them off.” Jenny answered.

“We’ll need to buy her some sweatpants or something,” Dennis suggested.

“No,” I said, “I’m going to buy her a skirt. A flowery one.”

“Fuck off!…fuuuuck offfff!” came the response.

Dennis said in a low voice to me, “I’m glad she’s going home with you.”

As we drove home Caitlyn asked, “Is it true?”

“It what true?”

“That you love me?” Her voice was a little hesitant.

“Yes, it’s true. I love you Caitlyn.”

“I love you too Doug.” Tears were streaming down her face.

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The Ghost-Boy Chronicles 6

Clones Gone Wild

On a Dark & Rainy night in Wisconsin, a lone figure meets up with another on a suspension bridge that stretches across a river. A streetlight shines down on the two, revealing that one is most likely a scientist, because of how he’s dressed, and the other is possibly a businessman because of his suit & trench coat.

“This is quite the unusual meeting place, isn’t it?” The Businessman says.

“Let’s just say, I wanted our meeting to be discreet.” The scientist tells him. He then picks up a briefcase and hands it over to the Businessman, who takes it and opens it up. He sees various documents, notes & blueprints. He grins and closes the case, before picking up his own briefcase & handing it over to the Scientist.

“And where do you want the money to go to?” The Businessman asks.

“VladCo Industries, my good man.” The scientist replies.

“No problem.” The Businessman says. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Dr. Thornton. Glad you finally decided to sell your inventions to my company.”

“Believe me, sir. The Pleasure is all mine.” The Scientist says. As he turns away to leave, his eyes begin to glow eerily. After a moment the glow fades, and he leaves the bridge.

He takes a long walk with the briefcase in hand, until after a couple of hours, he arrives at an apartment building. As walks into the building, he journeys down the stairs into the basement. He stops in front of a metal door, and after a moment it slides open to show a sophisticated laboratory, equipped with mostly ghost hunting & studying tools. At the end of the room is a Ghost Portal. Almost an exact replica of the one located at Fenton Works. He walks into the room, stopping once he reaches the center. He looks around with a sinister grin on his face, and then he begins to tremble. A moment later, a ghostly figure appears and starts to pull itself out of his body. It’s a dark, shadowy figure, at least until it’s fully freed from the Scientist. The figure then slowly reforms itself to show that it’s Vlad Masters a.k.a. Plasmius.

The Scientist begins to regain his consciousness. “Wh-what? What’s going on? This isn’t my Lab!” He says, still a little dazed. “Where am I?”

“I’m afraid you do not need to know that information.” Plasmius says. The scientist turns to him, then jumps back in horror as he sees his form. “And Dr. Thornton…you’re now of no more use to me.” With that, Plasmius shoves the Scientist towards the Ghost Portal. He stumbles through, and goes screaming into the ghost zone, unable to stop himself. Plasmius grins as he grabs a remote off of a nearby table and flips a switch, closing the door to the Ghost Portal.

“Another pawn sacrificed for the good of the game.” He says, before he turns away from the portal. He walks back over to the table, which also has blueprints and plans lain out, when he hears a voice.

“You threw him in the Ghost Zone? Escort You know humans can’t survive inside of there.”

Vlad smiles as he looks over his plans. “Ah, always the compassionate one. I forget that’s one thing you have in common with your ‘cousin’, dear.” He presses another button on the remote, causing a platform to lower down. On the platform, trapped in a chamber, is Dani Phantom, the clone of Danny Phantom that Vlad created.

“Hmm…one of these days, I should teach you how to play chess.” He tells her.

“And when I get out, I’ll teach you how I’ll put my foot up your…” Vlad presses a third button on the remote, and Dani gets electro-shocked before she can finish her sentence. She falls to her knees, as Vlad continues.

“Just like Danny.” He says. “In fact, too much like him. And that’s the problem my ‘daughter’. You were born & raised to be his superior, yet you’re turning out just like him.”

“Thanks for the complement.” She says, as she slowly stands up, smiling at Plasmius. He looks at her with a sinister scowl.

“Don’t worry. Your similarities to young Daniel will soon be a thing of the past once I’m done…training you.” He says, growing an evil smirk on his face. “For you’ll be needed for my game of chess.”

“Training me? Chess? What do you…?” She doesn’t finish. Or rather she can’t, as Vlad increases the voltage, shocking her more. He then presses another button on the remote that activates a ventilation shaft in the chamber, and sends in a green mist. As Dani tries to fight through the pain, Vlad just watches on. No look of caring or compassion on his face…just coldness.

“Know this, my child.” He says quietly. “You are no pawn.” He watches on, as Dani fights through the shocks, she slowly begins to form a green ghostly glow around her body.

The Next Day…

In the Locker Room at Casper High School, everything seems normal. It’s lunchtime, so most everybody is outside or in the cafeteria. Except Dash & Kwan, who are having a little ‘pep rally’ Paulina. She’s on the bench deep throating Kwan’s Cock in her mouth, as Dash pounds her pussy relentlessly.

“Yeah, you like that?” Dash says. “You like it when I do it like that? You want more? What’s my name? What’s my…”

Paulina takes Kwan’s rod out of her mouth and cuts him off. “Would you shut up, Dash? You’re ruining the moment.” She says.

“Yeah, dude. Just let her work.” Kwan adds. Dash sighs and continues to drill her pussy, as Kwan shoves his Cock back into Paulina’s mouth. She goes back to working on Kwan’s Cock, but in the back of her mind, it’s not who she’s thinking about.

“Dammit, these two are twigs & amateurs compared to Inviso-Bill.” She thinks. “Where are you, Ghost-Boy? I need your Cock in me again!”

As the three go at it intensely, they don’t realize they’re being watched. A few lockers down stand Danny & Tucker. Both of them invisible, thanks to Danny’s ghost powers. Tucker Escort Bayan raises his PDA in order to record the event, but Danny slaps his hand down.

“What’s your problem, man?” Tucker asks. “This is pure gold.”

“That’s not the point.” Danny says. “As I was saying, I think I turned Paulina into a nympho or something.”

“COOL!” Tucker says. “Think of what she’ll do for me when I offer to do her Math Homework.”

“Tucker, this is serious!” Danny says. “We have to figure out…” He stops talking when he notices he can see his breath. “Oh, no. Ghost in the school!” Danny grabs Tucker and drags him out of the locker room, leaving Paulina, Dash & Kwan back alone. Danny & Tucker ghost through the walls until they reach the Janitor’s Closet. Danny turns back solid along with Tucker and peeks out of the door to see the Box Ghost, chasing some of the students down the hall.

“Heh, this should be a piece of cake.” He says. “I’M GOING GHOST!!!” A beam of light appears at Danny’s waist, and then splits in two. One goes upward, and the other goes down. Both beams transform him into Danny Phantom, Ghost-Boy Superhero/Menace. He jumps out of the closet and faces down the Box Ghost.

“Alright, now are you gonna get into the Thermos, or do I have to waste 5 seconds of my time.” Danny says with a smirk.

The Box Ghost stops right in front of him. “Not this time, Phantom.” He says. “For I, THE BOX GHOST, have discovered my future. And you, will not be in it!”

The Box Ghost puts his hands close together and begins to create an orb of energy. After he gathers enough energy, he forms into a cube and fires it at Danny, who barely avoids the blast. Danny looks at the small crater the blast created in shock.

“Wait a minute, Box Ghost isn’t supposed to be able to do that.” He says. “That only happened when he…” Danny starts to remember to where he saw that done before. “That Box Ghost from the alternate future. But how did he learn…” He doesn’t get the chance to finish, as he spots another cube blast fired his way. He leaps out of the way and counters with a Ghost Ray. Box Ghost quickly creates a large cube shield to block the blast, giving Danny enough time to pulls out the Fenton Thermos.

“Time to end this quick!” He aims the Thermos at Box Ghost, who pushes his shield towards Danny. Danny realizes it’s another cube blast and tries to dodge it, but ends up getting hit. The Fenton Thermos is sent flying into the air, all the way down the hall…until it’s caught by Sam, who just arrived on the scene. She’s carrying a box, which she then drops to the ground and begins to stomp on.

“HEY, BOX GHOST!!!” She yells. “BOXES SUCK!! I PREFER BAGS!!!”

Predictably, this infuriates him. “STOP YOUR CONTINUOUS ABUSE TO THAT NOBLE BOX!!!” He orders as he charges her. Danny, who just recovered from the blast, sees Sam distracting Box Ghost. He uses his speed to make it to Sam before he does, then grabs Bayan Escort the Fenton Thermos.

“Here’s some more bad news for ya.” He says. “Where your going, doesn’t have any corners.”

He opens the Thermos and the Box Ghost starts to become sucked inside. He tries to fight out of it, but it’s no use. He’s sucked inside of the Thermos. The force sends Danny into Sam, then sends them both flying. They land way down the hall, with Danny on top of Sam. They lie there for a moment, as their eyes meet. Danny smiles nervously, as he notice how he’s landed. Sam begins to feel Danny’s hardening cock between her legs. Thoughts fly through her head of what she could do with Danny, but their interrupted when Tucker’s voice is heard.

“Hey, Guys!” He says, causing both of them to jump to their feet. “Uh, Danny? Maybe you should go back normal before you start another riot.”

“Good idea.” Danny says as he transforms back into his human form. He turns his attention to Sam. “Thanks for the help, Sam.”

“Hey, I was in the neighborhood.” She says, jokingly. Just then, the bell rings. Students start to file back into the school, going to their respective classes.

“School bell, better get to class.” Danny says. “See ya after school, Sam.”

Both Danny & Tucker head off to their class, which they have together. Sam stays behind, smiling & waving. As they turn the corner out of view, Sam smashes her fist into a nearby locker door.

“I was so close!” She says, referring to feeling Danny’s Cock rubbed against her. “I could’ve said something. I should’ve said something!” She calms herself down, then comes to a conclusion. “That does it. Tonight, I’m getting some Phantom in me. No matter what!”

At that moment…

Back at Plasmius’ lab, he’s just walked into the main area. The chamber holding Dani is now completely filled with the green mist, and nothing can be seen inside. He pulls out the remote from before and presses a button, which causes the green mist to get sucked out of the Chamber. He looks inside, and a huge smile forms on his face as he sees Dani, but now an older version of herself.

“What…what did you do to me?” She says, noticing a change in her body.

“I’ve made you more powerful.” He says. “You see, the problem was that you were too young for your powers to be effective against young Danny. So I’ve aged you. To be exact, you’re now the exact age that he is. Down to the very minute.”

Dani begins to notice her powers are amplified. “Yeah…I am feeling stronger.”

“And now, with your newfound strength, comes a newfound obedience to me.” He says with a grin. “And you can show that obedience, by destroying your cousin, Danny Phantom!”

As he says those words, Dani’s eyes begin to glow a green eerie glow. “Yes, Father. I will destroy Danny Phantom.”

Vlad presses a button on his remote once more, opening a secret door to the chamber and allowing Dani to walk out. She leaves the chamber, then flies out of the lab, ghosting through the walls. Vlad turns back to the table with his plans, and begins to look over them.

“And the game begins.”

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It’s just been Daddy and I since I was little. So I guess it makes sense that we’ve been so close. I was one of those girls who talked about marrying my father. People thought it was cute! Now, most girls grow out of that phase, but I never did. The other girls started getting crushes on the boys in school, but not me! Even then, I knew there was only one man for me.

Thinking back, there was never any question in my mind that we would end up together. I knew other girls would be grossed out, but it always felt very natural to me. We loved each other, we loved spending time together, and he was perfect! Why would I want anyone else? Any other man would always be compared to my father and found wanting. Why struggle to look for a cheap knockoff when I could have the original?

However, the thought of actually fucking my father always felt very wrong. That’s what made it so hot! I never masturbated to anyone but him, or sometimes older men who bore a slight resemblance. I somehow convinced myself he looked just like Russell Crowe, and I covered my walls in posters of him. My dad doesn’t really look like Russell, he’s a bit overweight, and not that handsome. But I was always telling dad that he looked like Russell. Then I would talk about how Russell was the hottest guy ever. Dad always just laughed, he never seemed to take the hint!

Showing dad how I felt about him became my mission in those years. I would cuddle with him on the couch, wiggling my body up against his under a blanket. Then I would rest my head on his broad chest and stare up at him until he noticed. He would usually smile and say “Quit it Lily”. Then I would giggle and say “no”. Then he would smile and kiss my forehead.

I would take any opportunity to flirt with him. I’d look at old photos of him and say “Daddy you used to be so cute what happened” I would punch him playfully, he always responded by saying “I’m going to get you back!” and chasing me. I’d run, shrieking, making sure to shake my butt as I ran. Daddy would catch me and pin me to the ground, tickling me. Then he would whisper “I’ve got you now Lilypad” into my ear. Lilypad was his pet name for me when I was younger. I don’t know why, but I get a little wet every time Daddy calls me that now.

As my body developed, I made sure to show off at every opportunity! I’d walk from the bathroom with just my towel wrapped around me. I was always dropping stuff in front of him just to make a big show of bending over to pick it up. Daddy must have thought I was such a clutz! I’d wear panties and bras to breakfast in the morning. Eventually he would chastise me and ask me to cover up. I loved this! It let me know he was noticing me! I would giggle and say “why Daddy?” “You know why, Lily!” he would reply. “Ok Daddy but you’re no fun!”

I knew I had to make myself look sexy for Daddy to want me. I watched hours of makeup tutorials so I could look all grownup for him. I started getting eyelash extensions, and pedicured nails. Not to be conceited, but I know I’m a pretty girl. I have long curly brown hair and a nice round ass with C Cup breasts. I’m only 5’1, I’d like to be taller, but I do think it’s so hot how Daddy towers over me. Lots of boys at school ask Escort me out but I turn them all down. They call me names like ice-queen or frigid-bitch, but I don’t mind. I know I’m going home to Daddy!

I loved making Daddy take me to the mall. These were my favorite days because he had to pay attention to me all day!! I would hold his hand and drag him from store to store. I loved trying on clothes for him. I would put on a summer dress and give him a twirl finished by a cute pose. I’d try on tight jean shorts and miniskirts, then turn as if I was looking at myself in the mirror, but really I was just showing Daddy my butt.

I feasted on the attention I got from grown men. Other fathers, shop attendants, creepy old pervs, they all couldn’t keep their eyes off me. I didn’t care about them, I just loved showing Daddy that other men found me sexy. After I caught a man leering at me I would look up at Daddy and grab his arm and squeeze it, as if to say, See! They want me, why don’t you?

Sometimes I would make my dad try on clothes. He always protested, but would humor me. This was a rare time where I could tell him how hot he was to me without sounding weird. One time I made him try on a slimming patterned button down shirt. He came out of the dressing room looking so fine! “This shirt is for a man 20 years younger and 30 pounds lighter!” he protested. I put on a cutesy little girl voice and said “Ohhh no Daddy, I love it, you look so cute and sexy! You have to buy it! Please, for me Daddy, pleaseeee!” Then I made a puppy dog face and stared up at him, batting my long lashes. He gave in, of course, he always gives in eventually!

I loved walking out of the mall carrying all the bags of clothes and makeup he bought me. I loved showing the other girls what a generous loving Daddy I had. And I loved kissing him on the cheek at the end and whispering “thank you Daddy” then giving him a long hug, pressing my breasts into his stomach.

My worst fear is that Daddy will meet someone before I have a chance to make my move. He’s gone on a few dates, and I’ve made it very clear I don’t approve. I pout and stop giving him all my normal affection. I don’t cheer up until he offers to take ME out on a date. I love my date nights with Daddy! I want to look sexy for him, but I know if I dress too sluttily he won’t let me leave the house! Stepping over that line is so thrilling!

Let me tell you about our most recent date. We were planning on getting dinner at a nice Italian place and seeing a teen romcom after. I wore a tight pink dress that stopped mid thigh, paired with tall black boots. My dress had buttons down the front, I left the top three unbuttoned to show off my breasts.

I walked down the stairs to see Daddy looking sooo fine. He was wearing a suit jacket and the button down shirt I had made him buy! And I could tell he’d spent a lot of time trying to make his unkempt hair presentable. Daddy gave me a once over and frowned. “No daughter of mine is leaving the house dressed like that!” He reached down and buttoned the three top buttons of my dress. “That’s better, now you look like a little lady.” The graze of his fingers against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

The Escort Bayan night flew by. At dinner I excused myself to the ladies room. Looking in the mirror I took a deep breath, then unclasped the three top buttons on my dress again. As I sat back down at the table I half expected Daddy to be angry, but I could see a new look on his face as he looked at my breasts.

“Lily, Do you know what the people here are thinking about right now?”

“No Daddy”

“The way you’re dressed, are you my daughter ,or are you my girlfriend.”

My heart raced, I couldn’t speak. My dad just stared at me for a moment. “Is that what you want? To be my girlfriend?”

My whole body was shaking now. All I could do was nod meekly. “It’s what I’ve always wanted, Daddy.”

My Daddy just stared at me with a new hunger in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he signaled the waiter for the check. He placed his hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed it tightly. He leaned over and whispered “You’re going to make me a very happy man.” I blushed. My heart was racing at a million miles a minute!

Daddy escorted me out of the restaurant in a hurry. He kept his arm wrapped around me tight the whole time. He opened my car door for me, and smacked my ass as I got in. I’d awakened something new in him!

Daddy got in the car, forcefully grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into him. He wrapped one hand around my neck and kissed me. Now I’d spent years imagining my first kiss with Daddy, my first kiss ever! It was even better than I’d hoped: warm, tender and forceful. He held my neck tightly with one hand, while the other roamed around, pinching and squeezing my body. Daddy broke off the kiss and looked right into my eyes “I love you, Lily. You are absolutely perfect. Everything a father could wish for”.

As Daddy drove me home, I just gazed at him dreamily. I was the luckiest girl in the world! He parked the car, and as I got out, he picked me up and carried me over his shoulder into our house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He gave me a few playful spanks as he carried me. Daddy roughly tossed me onto the bed. He climbed over me and pressed himself against me. Putting his hands around my neck he kissed me passionately. I was in heaven! Daddy tore off my dress, ripping it in half. He is so strong! Then he threw off his clothes, revealing his enormous cock.

I had never seen a hard penis in person before, let alone an 8” monster like his. “Daddy, that thing is going to tear me in half” I trembled. He grabbed my neck tightly with one of his enormous hands, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I don’t care. This is what you wanted, Lily. You act like a dirty little slut, This is what you’re going to get!” His grip on my neck tightened. “Your body belongs to me now, and I’m going to do whatever I please with it!” he growled.

“Get on your knees and show me how much you love me” I knelt before him, my whole body was shaking now. Suddenly I was having second thoughts, I didn’t know if I could do this. His penis was so intimidating up close! Daddy must have been able to sense what I was thinking because he grabbed the back of my head and guided my lips to his dick. “It’s Bayan Escort too late to back out now, get to work!” Looking up at Daddy I could tell he enjoyed seeing me trembling with fear. And nothing turns me on like making my Daddy happy.

So, I gingerly put out my tongue and touched the bulbous head. I heard Daddy groan in pleasure. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just started swirling my tongue around, like I was french kissing. This went on for a moment, until I felt Daddy’s hand pushing my head into his dick. He wanted me to put it in my mouth? I obliged, which elicited more groans from Daddy. I started bobbing my head up and down. Wow, he really seemed to love that!

I felt Daddy’s hand guiding my head away from his dick. “That was wonderful, you’re a natural cocksucker. Now lay down on the bed” I was so happy, I loved compliments from Daddy! He stood above me for a second, his hungry eyes roaming over my body just lying there on the bed waiting for him. Then he grabbed my panties, and ripped them off my body. I was totally naked for Daddy now!

He began to roam his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts, smacking my ass, doing as he pleased with his property. I began to moan. His hands found their way to my pussy and he began to rub it, just grazing over my clit every time. I was so worked up! I begged him to put it in, I didn’t care if it ripped me in two!

When Daddy finally slid his cock in me it hurt. Like a lot. I felt a white hot pain emanating from my pussy. I looked up at Daddy and saw the gleam in his eyes as he watched me writhe in pain under him. Daddy liked hurting me! Then he started forcefully pumping into me, shoving his cock deep inside of me on every thrust. I could feel it smacking against my cervix.

Daddy started lightly choking me as he rammed into my body remorselessly. I felt like I was being split in half! And the weight of him pressing on top of me was almost too much to bear! But as he pumped his massive cock into my pussy, I felt overwhelming pleasure wash over me. This is where I belonged. Daddy leaned down and whispered into my ear ‘I love you, Lilypad’ This was too much for me, I started orgasming so hard. It was so intense, I passed out.

When I awoke I was lying against my father. He had both arms wrapped around me tightly. I could feel his warm cum inside of me. I have never felt more complete! I gazed up at Daddy lovingly and asked “Are you going to make a baby in me?” Daddy laughed. “Maybe someday, sweetheart, but not right now. I had a vasectomy a few years back, don’t worry” Daddy gave me a nice long kiss.

“Let me tell you how it is going to be from now on. You sleep in here with me now. Clear?” Daddy started stroking my hair affectionately as he spoke.

“Yes, Daddy”

“When I give you a command, you will follow it or be punished.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You are mine now, and I am a jealous man. I am the only one you can be with, clear?”

“You’ve always been the only one, Daddy”

“Good girl. Be good and you will be rewarded. If you are bad I’ll punish you like a dumb whore. ”

I looked up at my Daddy lovingly, my head nestled into his large hairy chest. “ I love you Daddy, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Daddy just laughed and gave my ass a little slap. “You’re mine now Lilypad, you don’t have a choice.”

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His kisses trailed down her neck, not ending until he reached her
breasts.

He cups one the large breasts in his hand, massaging it
delicately. His lips move to her left nipple, sucking on it the second
his lips envelope it.

His free hand trails down her stomach, down to her pants. He pushes his hand inside roughly as his hand reaches its destination. His hands go underneath the fabric known as her panties, fingering her at that moment.

He releases his hand from her breast, taking off her pants slowly. Once they are off, he throws them across the room. His erection prods her covered , making her pull off the fabric. But it only reaches her knees before he pushes her on her back, forcing his swollen length inside the heavenly hole. She gasps at first, but that gasp turns into a moan as he begins thrusting. He holds up her leg as he goes deeper inside of her, her growing moans pushing to go faster. He lifts her ankles to her shoulders after two minutes pass, his length pushing deeper and harder into the girl… no the woman underneath him. He thrusts as deeply Escort as possible when the girl’s climax approaches, but suddenly pulls out his length. The woman groans at this, but he quickly slips himself underneath her, back to him. He enters her again, his cold hand cupping her breast again. His large member pulls in and out of the heavenly bliss at a inhuman pace.

He thrusts harder when he hears her pleased moans. The hand that was
once clutching the sheets for support came up and cupped the woman’s
wildly bouncing breasts.

He thrusts into her wildly, the woman’s moans elevating in noise. He releases one of her breasts, lifting her left leg up to deepen the contact his member had with his partner. Finally, he wraps an arm around her stomach, his grip on her breasts and over her abdomen tighter than a vice. The heavenly tight hole clenches, and the boy pours his seeds into the woman, hearing her pleasured scream.

He pulls out of her, pinning her down and positioning his length between the valley known as her breasts. He cups both of her breasts, squeezing them between his length. He begins slowly pulling and pushing in and out of her breasts. After five minutes he begins thrusting at a dramatically increased pace, now moaning loudly.

The woman leans up, putting her tongue inside of his dick-hole. The boy moans even louder at that moment, Escort Bayan now thrusting wildly into her breasts. Then, when he almost reached his climax, he releases her breasts, pushing his length into her mouth.

She begins sucking almost immediately, slowly at first, then started sucking so hard that the boy felt as if his dick was about to be ripped off. He groans after a moment, thrusting his whole length into her, reaching into her throat with it. He explodes his seeds into her mouth, breathing hard once he releases the last seed of his climax.

The woman flips them over, mounting him. She positions himself, pushing his still hard length into her opening. She moans as it fills her. SHe grabs his shoulders, grinding her hips against his. Then she begins riding him wildly, nearly choking at the sheer size of his length. The boy leans up, sucking hard on her nipples. She screams, riding him faster. As the boy thrusts up when she pounds down on him, their bodies glistened in the dim light in the room. After five minutes, the boy begins feeling the woman pound down onto him even more. He clenches his teeth, holding in the loud moans that would emit from his throat. Then her walls close around his member, and he cums at long last, feeling as if he were squeezing his release from him.

He positions himself behind her, lifting her knees in the air. He Bayan Escort thrusts deeply into her, biting hard into her neck. Her pleasured whimpers only make him thrust even more wildly. He thrusts into her, drilling her with his length going in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts, and her moans turn to screams of both pain and pleasure as the boy bites down even harder into her neck. Her delicate hands grab the back of the boy’s head to hold onto, not only his head, but her own consciousness.

She screams her pleasures at the top of her lungs, piercing the air. She feels his length drill into her again, making her clench her eyes shut from the pleasurable waves reverbrating inside of her.

He releases her neck from his teeth, moaning as she screamed. Her walls close around him, and he barely holds himself before releasing.

He lifts her ankles to her shoulders in the same position, thrusting even deeper inside of her than all the other times combined. Now they scream, their voices filled with curses and groans.

They clench the parts of their bodies that they hold onto; The woman the boys head, and the boy the woman’s ankles. He thrusts his whole length inside her, feeling the walls close on him again.

He releases every last drop of his cum inside her, and the woman’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her body finally giving into exhaustion.

They fall asleep after collapsing, the boy holding the woman in her
tight embrace from behind, cum spilling from her hole.

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There is very little sex in this story. The story talks about sex but it doesn’t go into the details that a lot of you want.

Over 17,000 words; 34 pages long.

I am not a farmer nor have I ever spent a single day working on a farm. Please don’t nit pic the details of this story and tell me, ‘that’s not the way it’s done on a farm.’

Down on the Farm

Edward Johnson stood on the front porch of his family’s two story farm house surveying the surrounding countryside. The first rays of sunlight had just lit up the seemingly endless golden wheat fields that lay in front of the house. To the side towards Becky’s house was almost a half mile long field of seven foot tall corn stalks. The only sound that broke the morning silence was that of a tractor somewhere off in the distance.

Most city folk were now just waking up to start their day but not Ed, he was a country boy. He had been awake since four thirty this morning helping his family milk the fifty or so head of dairy cows.

Ed was a country boy having grown up on a dairy farm in the upper mid western part of the United States. His parents thought that he was a good boy always there to lend a helping hand with the endless chores on a dairy farm.

His family owned about six hundred acres of land of which about one hundred acres was used to pasture cows and the rest was planted with crops mostly corn and wheat.

Their two story house was on a long dirt road off the main highway that they shared with two other farm families. His closest neighbors were the Anderson’s who lived down past his house about a half mile and the Green’s who lived down past the Anderson’s, about a mile from Ed’s house.

Mr. and Mrs. Green were a young couple in their late twenty’s with three young children, the oldest being eight years old. The Andersons had a son, Matt who was seventeen and a daughter Becky who was the only other kid on the road that was close to his age. Ed was thirteen and Becky was twelve. Ed was the youngest of the Johnson children having two older twin sisters Sara and Sally who were fifteen.

Ed was at that awkward age just before starting puberty. He was a tall almost five foot nine scrawny kid who had amazingly grown five inches in the past six months. His bones had grown but the rest of him wasn’t quite there yet. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw an almost embarrassing body. His knee and elbow joints looked adult sized but from there his arms and legs tapered down to about half that size to pitifully small arm and leg muscles.

Becky could hardly contain herself looking at Ed’s skinny carcass. She laughed as she told her mother, “Ed is so skinny he looks like a scarecrow.”

“Becky!” her mother scolded her, “you shouldn’t talk about Ed that way.”

“I’m sorry mom; he just looks so funny especially when he wears shorts.”

“Go ahead and laugh now Becky but in a year or two when his muscles catch up to his bones he’ll probably look a lot like his father.”

Becky’s eyes grew large. She had always thought that Mr. Johnson was very handsome. “Really mom?”
She nodded her head as she told Becky, “Like father like son. You just wait and see; the girls will be flocking around him begging for his attention.”

She looked at Becky and was quiet until she was sure she had her full attention and said in a low stern voice, “Ed likes you Becky.”

Becky looked away from her mother’s gaze while turning a deep shade of crimson and shyly said, “Aww mom, he does not!”

“Oh yes he does Honey, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Becky was also at that awkward age just at the beginning stages of puberty. She was a petite five foot two with deeply tanned arms and legs from spending endless hours outside. Her mother had bought her two training bras a few months ago when her breasts began developing, signaling the beginnings of womanhood. Becky thought that the bras were too confining and uncomfortable so on most days she didn’t wear them, choosing baggy shirts to cover her budding breasts.

Becky locked her bedroom door and removed her clothes looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her door. Her breasts had grown only slightly in the few months since her nipples swelled. Her areolas were only slightly pinker than the surrounding skin of her breast.

She often looked at her mother’s C-cup breasts and wondered how long it would take for herself to have as large of breasts as her mother. She tightened her stomach muscles and smiled, happy to see the girlish outline of her abdominal muscles. She ran her hands over her hairless body starting at her stomach and moving slowly up and over her breasts feeling a shiver of excitement when her fingers came in contact with her sensitive nipples
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Being so isolated from other kids and the town; Ed and Becky became best friends and playmates from very early on in their lives. Both of their houses had long driveways off the dirt road and it was easier and shorter to cut through the corn field to get between each other’s houses instead of walking down the driveway and along the road. A long creek ran between the houses on the property line about half way between Ed’s house and Becky’s house.

It was an early fall day shortly after Ed was finished with his morning chores when he called Becky and asked her to meet him at the creek. He ran through the corn field until he got to the creek at the property line. Ed and Becky called it a creek but the only time it had water in it was for a few days after it rained. It was more of a drainage ditch that was about fifty feet wide and about 10 feet deep. It was covered with mostly oak and poplar trees of all different sizes, Ed and his father liked to hunt squirrels there.

Ed crossed the creek to Becky’s side and waited. She soon came running out of her corn field and started walking toward him. Becky was a very pretty girl; Ed secretly thought that she was the prettiest girl at the school although he didn’t tell her or anyone else that.

She had long blonde hair that she always kept in a high ponytail. She had a beautifully tanned healthy complexion, sparkling blue eyes and always had a nice smile whenever she saw him. He had noticed lately that she smiled at him with a genuine smile that could only be generated by someone who was truly happy to see you.

She was slender with toned arms and legs from doing endless chores that they were both required to do living on a farm. The weather was warm and she was wearing a pair of short cut off blue jeans and a blue and white checked blouse. As she got close to him she flashed that smile that he thought she had reserved just for him and said, “Hi Ed, what’s up?”
He smiled back and said, “Not much Becky. Are you done with your chores?”
“Yes, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Do you want to go to the swimming hole?”
Years ago their father’s had used a backhoe to clean out some downed trees out of the creek and they stacked a few of the cut logs across the creek like a dam that made a small shaded swimming hole about twenty feet wide and about fifty feet long. It was only about five feet deep at its deepest spot.
The swimming hole was about a quarter mile down the creek toward the back of the field so they started walking that way. They talked on the way mostly about the movie they both had seen in town last Saturday afternoon.
As they got closer Ed saw movement at the swimming hole and crouched down. Becky had seen it too and crouched down beside him.
She whispered, “Who is it?”
He moved his head back and forth trying to find a place to see through the thick brush while whispering, “I don’t know I can’t see from here.”
They both stayed low to the ground and hidden behind the brush and high grass as they snuck in for a closer look. They crawled on their hands and knees through the tall grass as they got to within one hundred feet of them. When they found a small opening in the brush they saw that it was Becky’s seventeen year old brother Matt and Marsha a sixteen year old girl who lived on one of farms behind theirs on the next dirt road over from them.
Matt and Marsha were on the opposite side of the creek sitting on a small grassy ledge that was next to the logs that formed the swimming hole dam. They were locked in an embrace holding each other and kissing.
Becky and Ed looked at each other both trying to hold in the laughter that if let out, would give their position away and probably end up with both of them getting a thumping when Matt caught them. They both sat on the ledge kissing when Ed noticed Matt’s hand move up over Marsha’s blouse and onto her breast. Ed and Becky both watched as they saw Matt’s hand squeezing and rubbing her breast.
Matt broke the kiss and quickly moved to his knees as Marsha lay down on the grass facing him. She started to giggle as Matt reached for her shorts and pulled them and her panties down and off her legs. Matt quickly undid him belt and pulled his shorts down below his knees. He was facing the two spies’ and Ed could feel his face blush as they both saw Matt’s hard penis pointing straight up.
Ed looked at Becky but she was too embarrassed to look back at him. Ed saw that she was blushing too. Marsha spread her legs and Matt lay down on top of her. Holding his body off her with one hand he grabbed his penis and poked it between her legs. Marsha squealed as Ed and Becky watched his penis disappear inside her. Matt put both hands down on the ground one on each side of Marsha’s shoulders and pumped his penis back and forth in and out of her. Marsha lifted her legs up high in the air and both Matt and Marsha were groaning and they had smiles on their faces like they were really enjoying themselves.
Ed whispered real soft into Becky’s ear, “Let’s get out of here before we get caught.”
Staying low to the ground they slowly backed away from the edge of the creek. When they both got to the edge of the corn field they crouched and went in. They were a few rows in when they stood and both ran fast towards Becky’s house.
They emerged from the corn behind her house and ran into the barn. They went up the ladder into the hay loft and fell onto the hay bales out of breath. They lay on the hay in silence both too embarrassed to talk about what they had just seen.
On many occasions both of them had seen the bull mounting the cows but today was the first time that Ed put two and two together and realized that people mated too.
They both shyly looked at each other and Becky said, “Why were they doing that?”
Ed answered, “I’m not sure but we’ve both seen the bull mounting the cows.”
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess people do it too.”
Becky, with a serious look on her face said, “I never thought about it before but I guess that’s were babies come from.”
Ed began to look at Becky in a different way. He looked at the smooth contour of her jeans between her legs wondering what she looked like down there. He knew she didn’t have a penis like he did and he remembered some of the guys at school saying that girls have a pussy but he had no clue what it looked like. He glanced at her chest and for the first time he noticed small round half globes. ‘Becky has boobs!’ He thought to himself but they were not nearly the size of Marsha’s or his mother’s.
It was an awkward few minutes as they sat in silence stealing glances at each other’s bodies.
Becky finally broke the silence by asking, “Ed have you ever kissed anybody?”
Ed was surprised at the question but managed to answer back, “No not really, just my mom but I don’t think that counts. How about you? Have you ever kissed anybody?”
She answered, “No me neither.”
She looked at him shyly out of the top of her eyes and asked, “Do you want to kiss me?”
He smiled and sat up on the edge of the hay bale and said, “Sure.”
Ed had secretly wanted to kiss her for a long time but he had been way too shy to ask her.
Becky sat up and moved a little closer to him and they both slowly leaned in closer to each other. They both puckered up and moved closer to each other until their lips met. It was incredible; they both could hear their hearts pounding inside their chests. The kiss seemed to go on forever but Becky pulled back from him after just a couple of seconds and made a loud smacking noise of her lips.
They looked at each other and smiled. Becky puckered her lips again and leaned back towards him and they kissed again this time they kissed for about ten seconds. She broke the kiss opening her eyes and asked, “Did you like it?”
Ed grinned at her and nodded his head quickly. She smiled back and moved over closer to him until their hips touched. She put her arms around him and they kissed again. He was nervous but put my arms around her and hugged her tight as they continued kissing.
Ed thought about what he had seen down at the swimming hole. While Matt was kissing Marsha he moved his hand from her waist and touched her boob. He wasn’t sure but as he thought about it more and more he thought maybe Becky wanted him to do the same thing.
He moved his hand slowly from her waist up toward her boob. When his thumb bumped into the side of it Becky broke the kiss and pushed him away so hard that he fell off the hay bale and landed on his butt hard. Becky had fire in her eyes when she screamed, “What are you doing?”
She felt embarrassed, shocked, ‘what was he trying to do?’ she screamed to herself.
Ed looked up in shock at her and said in a soft voice, “I’m sorry Becky I thought that you wanted me to…”
Becky was now fuming mad at him. She stood and turned away from him and stomped her way over to the ladder at the edge of the loft and looked down into the barn. Mom said that boys would want to touch her sometimes and that she shouldn’t let them. She thought that Ed and she were good friends and she never expected him to be the one to try. ‘I hate him!’ She screamed to herself.
Ed stood up brushing himself off but he didn’t dare walk over to her for fear she may turn around and slap him. He said in a meek voice, “I’m sorry Becky do you want me to go?”
She stood there in silence for a few seconds and then turned toward him. She was looking at the floor with her arms crossed high on her chest hiding her breasts from him.
Becky was his best friend and he had known her for as long as he could remember. Most of his fondest memories included her. He had a bad feeling in his chest that he had ruined their friendship and she would never want to see or talk to him again.
She continued looking at the floor and spoke slowly and softly. “I’m sorry I pushed you.” He saw a tear roll down and off her cheek. “It’s just that…” Becky’s emotions were out of control and she began to sob.
Without looking at him she turned and quickly climbed down the ladder without saying another word.
He ran to the ladder and shouted down to her, “I’m sorry Becky. Please don’t be mad at me.”
She remained silent and when he got to the bottom of the ladder he looked through the open barn door and watched her running to her house.
He was very depressed as he slowly walked toward his house through the corn, no longer caring if he ever got home. He spent the rest of the morning sitting at the creek then slowly continued walking towards his house thinking about Becky until it was time to milk the cows. That night when he went to bed he couldn’t get the day’s events out of his head. He tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning finally falling asleep around two a.m.
It was getting close to harvest so he spent the next week helping his dad get the equipment ready to go to the field.
The Saturday before harvest his parents took him to town and dropped him off at the theatre to watch a movie. Ed was waiting in line at the concession stand with some friends when Becky walked into the lobby with her girl friends. ‘Wow!’ He thought she was beautiful, dressed in a short skirt and a clingy not too tight knit blouse that showed off her athletic body. For the first time in a long while she had her hair down. The long blonde curls of hair ran down the sides of her face partly covering her eyes giving her a mysterious sexy look.
Ed looked around at the other girls around the lobby and in his opinion she was by far the prettiest girl in the lobby, in the whole town for that matter. He looked around at the other boys in the lobby and some of them were staring at her. His jaw was clinched tight and his heart had an empty sad feeling as he felt a tingle of jealousy.
He had thought for the last week about what he would say to Becky when he saw her again. He had practiced his lines over and over in his head. He was planning on apologizing to her again but he couldn’t do that with her girl friends around because of the questions an apology would raise. When she walked by him he didn’t know what to do so all he said was, “Hi Becky.”
She was silent and didn’t smile at him when she looked at him for just a passing second and continued walking with her girlfriends into the theatre. ‘Damn’ he said to himself, ‘she’s still mad at me’.
His mind was in a fog when he took his seat in the theatre. He stared at the movie screen for an hour and a half but all he could think about was Becky. He told himself again that he had really screwed up. He thought back to that day in the loft and wished with all his heart that he could change what happened.
He was surprised when the lights in the theatre came on at the end of the movie as he quickly stood and searched for Becky. She was with her friends laughing and walking up the isle on the other side of the theatre. The movie had ended and he had no idea what it was about.
He was waiting alone outside the entrance of the theatre for his parents to pick him up. Becky was waiting a short distance away in a group of girls for her ride home when a couple of boys from his school moved over to them and started talking. The girls were all smiles looking at them and giggling amongst themselves. He listened but was too far from them to hear what they were talking about.
He stared at Becky with his mouth open when she looked at one of the boys and flashed that smile at him that he thought she reserved just for him. She looked through the circle of people at him and the smile left her face when she caught sight of him. She coldly stared at him for a few seconds while he silently mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’. She showed no reaction to him and turned her focus back to her friends and began smiling again.
He silently sat in the back seat of the truck and wished that he hadn’t wasted him money going to the movie. His mother sensing something was wrong asked him on the way home if he liked the movie, he lied and told her that he enjoyed it.
The following Monday the harvest started and Ed was happy to be distracted from thinking about Becky. It took two hours in the morning to milk the cows and then he ate breakfast and was in the field before seven. The only break came in the early afternoon when his mother brought him his lunch/dinner.
He drove his father’s truck back to the barn around six and helped his mother milk the cows and clean the barn. With just the two of them it took over three hours to finish the milking. He was exhausted when he fell in bed around ten thankful that sleep came easy for him for the first time since the day in the loft. He didn’t dream that night and it seemed like he had just closed his eyes when his mother opened the bedroom door at four a.m.
Day after day it was the same thing, milk the cows, stack the hay bales, milk the cows and sleep. Every muscle in his body was sore when they finally finished getting the wheat harvested. The bales were stacked in three large covered piles in the field and he sighed knowing when they finished harvesting the corn they would have to get all of the bales stacked in the barn and hay loft.
They were a few days into the corn harvest when a change in the weather gave them a chance of rain in the forecast. Everyone except Ed and his mother went to the field from before sun up until midnight to try and finish before the rain. All he had to do was take care of the cows and the barn. When mom came back from the field after giving everyone breakfast she came in to the barn to help him milk. They finished up around ten and he went in the house to help his mother prepare lunch for everyone.
Just after noon someone knocked on the door and Ed went to answer it. He opened the back door and was surprised to see Becky standing there. She half smiled at him and said, “I need to talk to your mom.”
She walked past him into the kitchen and said to Mrs. Johnson, “Dad lost one of the drivers, can you spare anyone to help out?”
The rain would be here in forty eight hours and his mother knew they needed every minute to get their corn in. she was about to tell Becky no when Ed said, “I can do it mom.”
He was hoping to score some points with Becky and this was the perfect opportunity to try and make it up to her. His mother had a surprised look on her face and said, “No Ed, you’re too young to drive the big trucks.”
He protested saying, “I’ve got my FHP and dad let me drive last year and I’m pretty good with the tractor, please mom I can do it.”
Becky and his mother were both staring at him and he could tell his mother wasn’t sold on the idea yet. “Honey,” she said, “that’s a lot of weight to be driving on the road.”
He was thinking of a way to convince her when an idea came to him. “How about you ride with me on the first run to see how I do?”
Then Becky said, “And then I’ll ride with him to make sure he doesn’t drive too fast.”
“Please mom I’m thirteen and dad drove when he was thirteen, remember him telling the story?”
She sighed and said, “I don’t have time to ride with you, but if Becky… Let me check with your father.”
She went to the CB radio and told him that the Anderson’s needed a driver and she was thinking about sending Ed. There was a long pause and when his father finally came back on the radio he said, “Ok, call Miller and have him escort him the first couple of trips.”
Deputy Miller was one fourth of the county’s police force and a good friend of the family having grown up with Ed’s father. Last spring when Ed took his Farm Husbandry Permit test Deputy Miller cut him no slack. It took two days but Ed drove each piece of equipment on the farm until Deputy Miller was satisfied he could Escort safely handle it.
His mother had a worried look on her face when she read him the riot act. She grabbed and held his shoulders and said in a stern voice, “Ed that truck isn’t going to drive like the pickup, when it’s loaded it’s going to be very heavy and you have to go very slow around corners and leave plenty of time for slowing down and stopping.”
She looked at Becky and continued, “Make sure he goes slow and keep an eye on the brake pressure. Deputy Miller will be on channel nine. You do the talking Becky.” She looked back at him and said, “And you keep both hands on the wheel when you’re not shifting gears.”
“Yes ma’am we’ll be careful.”
Ed and Becky headed out the door and started running toward the truck. The empty truck was parked in the field close to Becky’s house. Ed started the truck and put it in gear, let out the clutch and they rumbled off toward the corn combine. He said to Becky, “Where does he want me.”
She picked up the CB mike and said, “Dad its Becky, Ed’s driving the truck where do you want him?”
Mister Anderson came back on the radio and said, “I’m almost full bring him under the loader as soon as you can.”
Mr. Anderson waved at them as soon as they got along side. Ed shifted into low and looked back and forth between the combine and his forward path matching the combine’s speed. Mr. Anderson had a bird’s eye view of the truck bed and gave him instructions over the radio when to move forward and when it was full. He finally came over the radio and said, “Ok Ed you’re three fourths full be careful.”
Becky switched channels on the CB radio and said, “Deputy Miller this is Becky Anderson, Ed’s heading to the road.”
When they got to the highway Deputy Miller was waiting with red lights flashing. There were two cars stopped on the side of the road as he slowly turned onto the main highway and headed to the grain elevator. They lumbered along at a blistering thirty miles per hour on the three mile trip with Deputy Miller leading the way.
With both hands on the wheel he looked at Becky and said, “Becky I’m sorry.”
She didn’t look at him but said in a loud voice, “Shut up and keep your eyes on the road.”
He sighed and did what she told him to do. After a few seconds she said, “We need to talk about it but not right now. You need to concentrate on what you’re doing.”
The three mile trip went without incident. Deputy Miller pulled up next to Ed when he got out of the truck to unload. He got out of his patrol car and asked, “Did everything go ok Ed?”
He said, “Yes sir, no problems.”
“Good! Your speed limit is thirty miles per hour with your emergency flashers on. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Don’t let me catch you going any faster or there will be hell to pay.”
It’s not unusual for young teenagers to drive on the highways during the harvest under close supervision. Most of the locals monitor the CB radio to find out what going on in the area. When Becky called Deputy Miller the news spread like wild fire, just about the whole county knew there was a rookie driving on the road.
Ed unloaded and was escorted back to the field. There was no small talk between Ed and Becky, the only time she spoke was to tell him to ‘slow down’ or ‘be careful’ and a number of other orders. He was disappointed that Becky didn’t want to talk to him but he understood that she didn’t want to distract him while he was driving thirty tons down the highway. He was just happy that she cared enough to ride with him.
They made four round trips that afternoon two of which were without an escort, stopping only to get a bag lunch from Mrs. Anderson. Ed got a radio call around six p.m. from his mother telling him to come home to do the milking. At nine o clock just before they were finished milking his mother told him to go back to the Anderson’s and drive the truck. Becky was waiting at the truck when he got there.
They made two more round trips to the elevator that night before they quit for the night just before midnight. Because of the darkness, Deputy Miller escorted them on both trips.
He didn’t remember walking into his bedroom that night because he was so tired. It had been a long twenty hour day and he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Ed’s mother woke him up at four thirty the next morning and despite sleeping less than 5 hours he felt energized. One way or another today would be the last day of the harvest. He took a quick shower and they ate breakfast before he and his mother started the milking. Before seven o clock his mother shooed him out the door with a smile and said, “Go help the Anderson’s.”
Becky and Ed once again shared the same seat in the truck. She wasn’t dressed in work clothes like she was yesterday. Today she was dressed up in what he thought would be more appropriate to wear to school or to the movies. He wondered if she dressed up because she knew that she would be riding with him again.
Ed wanted to score some more points with Becky so when they got to the highway with the first load he said without looking at her, “You look very pretty today Becky.”
Ed was trying everything he could think of to get back on her good side but she still had a look of contempt on her face whenever he looked at her.
She glared at him saying, “Thank you. Pay attention to what you’re doing!”
In the early afternoon they could see the rain on the horizon heading their way. It was going to be close; they still had about three hours before all the corn would be harvested. Ed was pushing the speed limit that deputy Miller had given him. Every time he got the truck up to thirty two miles per hour Becky would tell him to slow down. It didn’t matter in the long run because the last of the corn was in the elevator with fifteen minutes to spare before the heavy rain came.
Ed parked the truck where he had found it yesterday but before they got out he asked Becky, “Can I call you tomorrow?”
Becky was relieved that the harvest was over and she had calmed down since the incident in the loft last week. After spending a couple of sleepless nights herself she realized that Ed was just copying what they had seen at the swimming hole. She had kept up the act of being mad at him as to not appear to be too easy. She knew in her heart that she would soon release him from the agony that his face showed whenever she looked at him.
She smiled at him with that special smile for the first time since the day in the loft. “Yes you can call me but tomorrow is harvest feast so I’ll see you then.”
“Wow that’s great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Ok bye and thanks for helping out.”
She turned and started running to their dairy barn to help with the milking. Woo-hoo! He said to himself with a silly grin on his face. Ed was in a good mood running back to the house in the rain. Becky was no longer mad at him and he felt like a conquering hero returning from the battlefield to the thunderous applause of the people he’d saved.
The next day the Anderson’s invited Ed’s family to their house for the annual harvest feast. Ed had pulled his own weight during the harvest and Mr. Anderson and his father treated him differently after that day. Becky watched and listened as her father praised Ed for a job well done. He was given more responsibility around the farm and he was also given extra freedom.
After dinner Becky and Ed walked outside and slowly headed to the barn to talk. As soon as they stopped he turned to Becky and said his well rehearsed line, “Becky I’m real sorry that I touched you and I promise that I’ll never do it again.”
She thought for a moment, “That’s ok Ed, you don’t have to promise.”
She looked at him with softness in her eyes and a sly grin on her lips, “Ed, I really like you and someday I may want you to touch me but not right now.” She continued with a serious look, “I’ve thought about what happened in the loft Ed and I understand that you were just doing what we saw at the swimming hole.”
She threw her arms around his chest resting her head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly. Ed was a little surprised by this move; he gently put his arms around her not wanting to offend her. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, “daddy said that we did a real good job and he was proud of us.”
She moved her face up to Ed’s face gazing into his eyes, beckoning for him to kiss her. He looked into her deep blue eyes unsure as to whether she wanted a kiss. Becky sensing his uneasiness, closed her eyes and puckered her lips. They kissed.
Ed and Becky’s friendship changed that day. She no longer looked at Ed as a playmate but as a friend of the opposite sex and as a likely future boyfriend. They returned to their lives no longer running across the field to see each other on a daily bases. Ed saw Becky at school and he often asked her if he could sit with her at the movies. She always said yes and they would hold hands in the darkness of the movie theatre.
Just a few days before Christmas that year, Ed woke up as usual at four thirty and went to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother and father were talking and concerned because of the weather. The weather forecast called for heavy snow and near blizzard conditions starting that night.
“Ed,” his father said, “We need to get the cows and horses into the barn and get prepared for bad weather.”
Ed nodded his head and asked, “Ok, what do you want me to do.”
“Before milking we need to close the pasture gates and open the doors to the barn. The cows can stay in the corral until the weather gets too bad for them to stay outside.”
The milking went as usual that morning and the cows were all accounted for and moseying around between the corral and the barn. At lunch the weather radar showed that they were going to get hit by the center of the storm and they could expect ten to twelve inches or more of snow with high winds and near blizzard conditions. It started snowing late in the afternoon and there were several inches already on the ground when they went back to the house after the evening milking.
The following morning Ed heard the wind howling as he got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. When he looked out the backdoor window he hardly recognized the yard. Snow was drifted around the pickup truck and the house.
After milking Ed started shoveling snow away from the front and back doors of the house. He sighed when he realized that after the snow blew back in he would have to do it again in a few hours.
During lunch they received a call on the CB radio from Deputy Miller. “Break one-six for the Johnson farm.”
“Go ahead for the Johnson Farm.” Ed’s father answered.
“This is Deputy Miller. There’s a jack knifed truck on the interstate that’s blocking traffic. Drifting snow has blocked the road and there are people stranded out here. Can you help?”
“Ten-four Miller, it will take a few minutes for us to get geared up. I’ll bring my GPS and portable CB and contact you in route.”
“Ten-four, Anderson farm did you copy?” Miller said.
“Ten-four,” Mr. Anderson answered, “We’ll contact you when we are in route.”
“Girls,” Mr. Johnson said to Ed’s two older sister’s, “pack up some jackets, hats, gloves, and blankets so the people will be warm on the ride back here. Ed get some warm clothes on, you’ll drive the snowmobile with the toboggan on back while I drive the tractor with a hay wagon.”
Ed got dressed and helped his father hook a hay wagon to the tractor. The weather conditions were horrible with blowing snow and the wind chill hovering around zero Fahrenheit. Ed looked toward the house from the tractor shed which was only one hundred and fifty feet from where he was standing and he could just barely see its outline. He retrieved the bags of clothing from the kitchen that his sisters had packed and tied them down on the toboggan.
Ed followed close behind his father as they slowly drove to the GPS coordinates given to them by Deputy Miller. It was more than a mile ride which consisted of driving across the two fields on the other side of the road and pushing down the fence with the front tires of the tractor to gain access to the interstate.
Ed saw the jack knifed eighteen wheeler blocking the road and deputy Millers SUV. They slowly drove around the truck and began seeing other vehicles stopped in various places on the road.
Ed stopped next to the first car and the man behind the wheel got out and asked, “Can you help us? I have my wife and two children in the car.”
“Yes sir,” Ed said trying to talk louder than the wind, “I’ll take you to my house that’s about a mile from here. Do you have warm clothes for the trip?”
He thought for a moment then yelled back over the wind, “My wife and I will be ok but I could use something for my two kids.”
Ed went to the bags and got two blankets and gave them to the man and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Ed went to the next car and gave them some clothes and told them they would be going to his house when everyone was ready to travel. Ed and his father loaded twelve people on the wagon while the family in the first car rode on the snowmobile with him.
The father and his eight year old daughter sat on the toboggan wrapped tight in a blanket. Ed put the six year old boy in front of him while his mother sat on the seat behind him. He yelled over his shoulder, “Put your arms around me and hang on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
Mr. Johnson with Ed following close behind followed the tracks they made on the way out and headed back to the farm house. Upon arriving Ed’s mother and two sisters came out the door to help. Ed took off his helmet and handed the boy to his sister as the mother and father unloaded. They entered the house through the kitchen where Mrs. Johnson had every coffee cup they owned sitting on the counter ready to give everyone either coffee or hot chocolate.
The young twenty something mother who rode back with Ed looked surprisingly at him and said, “Goodness, you’re just a teenager. I thought you were a full grown man.”
Ed was at a loss for words to say and smiled as his mother said, “He does the work of a full grown man, I’m very proud of him.”
“And so you should be.” as she hugged him saying, “Thank you for rescuing us. I was getting worried about freezing to death or starving.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ed shyly said, “You’re welcome.”
The woman introduced themselves to Ed and his family. Mr. and Mrs. Peters and their children Tammy and Mike lived it a large town that was locate about fifty miles down the interstate.
It was a chaotic scene in the kitchen with well over a dozen people standing around not knowing what to do. Mrs. Johnson spoke up, “Everyone is welcome to have some coffee or hot chocolate and have a seat at the table or in our living room.”
Mr. Johnson then spoke, “Folks I need those jackets and blankets back, there are more people out there that we need to go get.”
Ed and his father headed back to the interstate and rescued nine more people. All totaled they had twenty five people at their house including the truck driver and Deputy Miller while the Anderson’s had rescued twenty two people.
Mr. Johnson along with Mr. Anderson, Deputy Miller, and the truck driver once again went back to the interstate with the large four wheel drive tractors to pull the eighteen wheeler back on the road to allow the snow plow to get through.
Ed had thirty minutes to relax and warm up before it was time to start the milking. He, along with his two sister’s and the Peters went to do the milking while Mrs. Johnson and several volunteers began cooking dinner for thirty people.
It was slow going at first for Ed as none of his helpers had been this close to cows before let alone had ever seen the complex machinery needed to milk them. After the first set of cows was milked they began to get the hang of it and the work proceeded at a faster pace. When they finished, Ed checked the almost full milk tank and realized there wasn’t enough room for the morning milking.
They next went to the barn to make sure the cows were fed and settled in. Mr. and Mrs. Peters watched in awe as he and his sister’s bucked the eighty pound bales of hay down to the cows while snapping the twine in one fluid motion.
They all returned to the house to find a noisy scene. There were people in every room in the house with lines outside each of the bathrooms. Dinner had to be eaten in shifts as there weren’t enough chairs or plates for everyone to eat a once. Ed’s turn to eat was with the Peters family that rode with him on the snowmobile.
Mrs. Peters remarked after taking a drink of milk, “Oh wow, that’s the best tasting milk I think I’ve ever had.”
Ed smiled at her and said, “That’s fresh from this morning’s milking, it hasn’t been skimmed yet so the butter fat is probably higher than you’re used to.”
Mrs. Johnson had allowed some children to sleep in Ed’s bedroom so he quietly went to his closet and gathered the things he would need to spend the night in the barn with the cattle.
Around midnight it stopped snowing and the snow plow followed by the milk truck were able to get through around two in the morning. Ed returned to the house after the milk truck emptied the milk tank to help his mother with breakfast.
Some of the people were eager to return to the vehicles so he began ferrying families back to the interstate on the snowmobile. After breakfast Ed took the Peters family back to the first car that he had stopped by yesterday. Mr. Peters shook Ed hand telling him thank you.
Mrs. Peters hugged him tight and said, “Thank you Ed, I’ll never forget what you and your family did for us. Every time I drink a glass of milk I’ll be thinking of you.”
Ed smiled, “Yes ma’am, it was nice meeting you and your welcome.”
Ed didn’t realize the impact that he and his family had on the Peters family until a week or so later when they received a thank you letter and a Christmas card in the mail from them.
It had been a long and stressful forty eight hours in which Ed had received little to no sleep. After all of the travelers were ferried back at their cars, Ed went home and fell asleep. His mother didn’t bother waking him for dinner or the evening milking, he slept through to the next morning when it was time to do the milking again.
The unusually cold winter passed and the new spring came.

Mrs. Anderson and Becky were invited to Ed’s house for coffee by Mrs. Johnson on a nice warm spring day. Ed was in the yard with his shirt off mowing the grass with the push mower as Becky’s mother parked their truck in the driveway.
“Oh my my,” she said to Becky mock fanning herself, “would you look at that handsome young man over there!”
It was the first time since last summer that Becky or her mother had a look at Ed without heavy winter clothes on. Ed had put on some weight over the winter and no longer had that skinny carcass that he saw in the mirror last year. Mrs. Anderson remembered the conversation she had where Becky thought he looked like a scarecrow.
“You still think he looks like a scarecrow?”
“Stop it mom,” Becky said while playfully slapping her arm, “you’re embarrassing me.”
They got out of the truck and Ed waved, “Hi Becky, Mrs. Anderson. Mom’s in the house.”
They knocked at the door and were greeted by Mrs. Johnson. As they all sat at the kitchen table Mrs. Anderson thought she would have some more fun at Becky’s expense. “Becky and I were noticing that handsome young man in the yard.” She smiled at Becky and continued, “What happened to that scarecrow that you had last year?”
Both ladies laughed seeing it made Becky uncomfortable and watched her turn a shade of red.
Becky protested her treatment, “Stop it mom!”
“He’s growing like a weed and eating like a horse.” Mrs. Johnson explained, “He’s almost six feet tall and he gained thirty pounds over the winter.”
“And it looks like it was all muscle.” She laughed, “You’ll soon have to put a fence up to keep all the girls away.”
“Mom!” Becky groaned turning a deeper shade of red.
The back door opened and Ed walked in. Becky looked up and noticed the sweat on his face and chest rolling down to his deeply carved AB muscles. ‘Mom was right’ Becky thought to herself, he looks almost like his father. She felt a flood of moisture between her legs and a tingle of excitement which made her even more embarrassed.
Ed used his shirt as a rag wiping most of the sweat off. He smiled at her and said, “Hi Becky.”
She smiled back as he walked past her to the refrigerator for a big glass of ice water.
Mrs. Johnson looked at Mrs. Anderson and said jokingly, “He didn’t even notice us. I guess he only has eyes for a certain lovely young lady.”
Ed hearing this stopped drinking in mid gulp and said, “I’m sorry Mrs. Anderson it’s nice to see you too.”
”That’s ok Ed,” she said while laughing, “You have your priorities in the right place.”
Both ladies laughed as Becky gave her mother a dirty look. She didn’t want her mother to embarrass her further especially in front of Ed so she stood and walked out the door in a huff.
Ed finished his drink and walked out the door after her. He caught up to her behind the house and asked, “Hey Becky what’s wrong?”
“Mother’s!” she said sulking.
Ed chuckled, “What did they say?”
“Oh nothing much, they were just teasing me.”
“About what?” he asked trying to pry it out of her.
“Well, if I tell you do you promise not to get mad at me?”
He looked into her eyes and said in a serious tone, “Becky, I could never get mad at you.”
“Well,” she said trying to say it as delicately as she could, “please don’t get mad but last summer I told mom that you looked like a skinny scarecrow and when we saw you this morning she teased me about it.”
He chuckled again and said, “Ya I know what you mean. I looked at myself in the mirror last year and thought the same thing.”
She smiled, “Thanks for not getting mad.”
“How about now?” he asked holding his arms out to give her a good look at his shirtless body. “Do I still look skinny?”
She grinned as she moved her eyes slowly from his toes to his head and teased, “Well maybe a little but you look very handsome.”
He stepped closer to her and put his arms around her and hugging her. “Thanks, that was nice of you.”
Becky went up on her toes and put her arms around his neck and hugged him back. She strained her neck looking up at him wanting him to kiss her. He bent his head Escort Bayan down to meet her lips and they kissed.
He noticed as she pressed her breasts into his chest that they seemed to be much larger than they were last year. Ed had a warm fuzzy feeling and was enjoying the sensation of being pressed up tight to Becky. They stayed in the embrace after the kiss and Ed said in a soft voice, “As long as we’re being honest I should tell you that for a long time I’ve always thought that you are the prettiest girl in school.”
Becky smiled and put her head against his chest and hugged him tighter.
They released their grip on each other when they heard the back door open. Becky’s mother called out to them in a loud excited voice, “Becky, Ed where are you?”
They heard the concern in her voice and ran around the corner of the house, “What’s wrong?” Becky said.
Both ladies were running towards the truck parked in the driveway, “Mr. Green is hurt,” Mrs. Anderson yelled, “hurry, we’ve got to go!”
All four of them jumped into the Anderson’s truck and they raced to the Green farm as fast as the dirt road would allow. As they drove up the driveway they could see Mrs. Green waving her arms down by the milking parlor. As the truck slowed Ed opened the door and ran to the barn to find a very chaotic scene. The milking equipment was running, all three of the Green children were crying and Mr. Green was sitting on the ground holding his leg.
“Damn,” He said through clinched teeth, “I think my leg is broke.”
Mrs. Anderson having some first aid experience surveyed the scene and asked. “Can you stand on your other leg?”
“Yes I think so.” He said.
Ed squatted down behind him and lifted him to his feet, then Mr. Green put his arm around his neck and he hopped to the truck with Ed’s help. They got him into the back seat and Mrs. Johnson said to Mrs. Green, “Go with them, we’ll watch the children and take care of things here.”
Ed watched the truck until it was out of sight and then went back to the barn. Becky was holding the youngest child who had stopped crying but was still sobbing.
“Take the children to the house,” Mrs. Johnson said to Becky, “and check to see that everything in the kitchen is off.”
Ed and his mother spent the next two hours finishing the milking and cleaning the barn. As they walked to the house Ed’s mother said, “Mr. Green is going to need a lot of help.”
“Ya I’ve been thinking about it and if you can handle things at home I’ll come over here and help out.”
Mrs. Johnson smiled at her son and had a feeling of pride. At his young age he already understood that the work needed to be done. He didn’t protest or whine about it he just sucked it up and would do what was necessary to help out. The cows didn’t care if you had a broken leg they needed to be milked twice a day, period.
For the next six weeks Ed was there every morning at four thirty to do the milking. It didn’t take long for the tight knit farming community to find out about Mr. Green’s situation. Phone calls were made and a ‘duty roster’ of sorts was set up. Every day someone different showed up to help out. The milk went out, the chores were done, and the Green farm barely skipped a beat.

It was a few years later. Ed was seventeen and a strapping young country boy who stood six foot two inches. He weighed in at one hundred and eighty pounds of solid muscle with not an ounce of fat. Becky, at sixteen had also matured into a slim trim five foot six inch blonde beauty.
They weren’t officially a couple, no ring had been given but most of the other student at school knew them to be a couple. Whenever there was an event or a gathering of friends, Ed and Becky always arrived and left together.
Mrs. Hall, one of the beloved teachers who had taught school for more than forty five years was retiring at the end of the school year. A large picnic was planned for the first week in June to celebrate her retirement. She had taught just about everyone who lived within thirty miles of the school including both Ed and Becky’s parents.
The picnic went well with everyone wishing her happiness on her retirement. Many stories were told by her during the picnic much to the embarrassment of some of her past students.
Mrs. York, the teacher who also doubled as the principal, began the search for a new teacher to take the place of Mrs. Hall. There weren’t many inquiries into the position and the few who did inquire politely declined after they found out how isolated the school was. It was over forty miles to a town that had a population of over five thousand people and the discount stores that we are all familiar with.
In mid August with just a few weeks before school was to start they finally found a qualified teacher who had just graduated for college. With the absents of apartments in the area they had promised her a small house in which to live that wasn’t too far from the school building on the out skirts of town.
Ms Karen Allen was a twenty two year old single mother of a three year old boy who had grown up in a big city a few hundred miles from there. Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Johnson were members of the school board so they were the welcoming committee that met her upon her arrival. Ed, Becky, and her brother Matt also went along to help her move into her house.
Ed, Becky and the others were there waiting when Karen, with her parents following her, pulled into the driveway of her new house. Everyone greeted each other and Mrs. Johnson gave her the keys to the house after she unlocked it.
The house was clean but it needed to be painted before she could move in. Karen along with her parents surveyed the single story two bedroom house and decided on the colors to paint the rooms. Ed, Matt, and Mr. Allen stayed and prepared the house to be painted while the women drove into town to get the paint from the hardware store. When they returned everyone grabbed a brush or a roller and the painting was quickly finished around noon.
Becky didn’t do any painting, Karen’s son Mark had found her to his liking and it became her job to keep him entertained and away from the painting. All of the other school teachers showed up after the painting was finished with a picnic lunch and to meet their new colleague.
After lunch, everyone pitched in and helped carry in the furniture. Karen and her mother stood just inside the front door and directed where all of the furniture and boxes were to go. The kitchen and bathroom were given a good scrubbing and the beds were assembled. After the physical work was finished Ed, Matt, and Mr. Allen walked out onto the front porch.
Mr. Allen asked, “Where do you two live?”
Matt pointed down the road to the east and said, “Down that way about a half mile. You turn right on the dirt road, Ed lives on the first farm and I live on the second farm.”
“That’s good to hear; my daughter will have some friends that live close by.” He then asked, “Where’s the school house from here?”
Ed pointed down the road to the west and said, “It’s down that way about two miles. Just on the other side of town. You should have passed it on your way here.”
“You mean that small red brick building?”
“Yes, that’s it.” Ed replied. “There are only about sixty students in five classrooms. I heard my mom say that Miss Karen will probably be teaching fourth, fifth, and sixth grades.”
” Wow, that will be a big change for her.” Mr. Allen said, “The high school Karen went to had almost two thousand students.”
Matt chuckled and said, “There isn’t two thousand people total within forty miles of here.”
Mr. Allen sighed and said in a concerned voice, “I hope she’ll be ok way out here.”
Ed hearing his concern said, “Don’t worry Mr. Allen, folks take care of each other out here. Either Matt or I will keep the grass cut in the summer and the driveway plowed in the winter. Next weekend we’ll being her enough firewood to last the winter. If something goes wrong with the house or her car we can take care of that too.”
Mr. Allen patted Ed on the shoulder and said, “Thanks, that’s a load off my mind. I was real worried when she took this job. I tried to talk her out of taking it.”
It the late afternoon, most everything of Karen’s was unpacked and the furniture was arranged. Everyone except Ed and Becky left for home to do chores and the milking. Just before they left Mrs. Anderson invited them to their farm for dinner. Around six the Allen’s followed Ed and Becky to the farm for dinner.
Ed and Becky brought their guests down to see the milking parlor and the herd before dinner. Little Mark had become attached to Becky and she carried him on the tour to keep him out of the mud and manure. They were all fascinated with the milking equipment. Becky held little Mark up close to the fence so he could get a close up look at the cows. They all chuckled as Mark screamed when one of the cows stuck her tongue out and tried to lick him.
That evening when Ed and his mother drove home she said to him, “They’re nice people; I think she will be a good teacher.”
“Ya I think so too. Mr. Allen was worried about Karen being way out here all by herself, but I told him that we would look out for her.”
“That was nice of you to say Ed. Oh by the way; did you see the way that little Mark took to Becky?”
“Yes I saw. She held him quite a bit.” Ed said.
Mrs. Anderson sighed, “Becky is going to be a good mother someday. She has the natural instincts of knowing what a child needs.”
She grinned at Ed and said, “She’ll make you a good wife.”
Ed was at a loss for words. He looked at her with an open mouth not knowing what to say. Ed’s mother let the conversation hang and they rode the rest of the way home in silence.
The following day Karen hugged her parents and said good bye to them as they left around noon on their trip home. Mr. Allen told Karen what Ed had told him the day before about helping her out if she needed it.
Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Anderson, and Becky came by just as they were leaving and picked up Karen and little Mark. They all rode the forty miles to the discount store for their weekly groceries. Karen had just put two gallons of milk into her shopping cart when Becky stopped her.
“Karen, you don’t have to buy milk, we’ve got plenty.”
Karen smiled and said, “Oh, this is going to be difficult getting used to having fresh milk all the time.”
Becky added, “Don’t buy any fruits or vegetables either. Next week we’ll be doing the canning, you’re welcome to come over and help. I sure mom and Mrs. Johnson will share some with you.”
“You mean you do your own canning too?”
“Yes we put up enough to last the whole year plus we sell a lot of it during the summer.” Becky added, “Did you notice the peach and apple trees in your back yard?”
“Really?” Karen said, “No I didn’t notice.”
“Ed and I will come over next week and help you pick them and we’ll get them canned.”
The following Saturday after Ed had finished the morning chores he drove their late seventies Dodge Power Wagon over to the Anderson farm and Matt, Becky, and Ed filled the eight foot bed to overflowing with firewood.
When they arrived at Karen’s house, Ed was thinking about what his mom had said to him the other night, he noticed when little Mark saw Becky he ran to her and put his arms up wanting her to pick him up. She picked him up giving him a kiss on the cheek.
They spent the next hour stacking the wood near Karen’s back porch. Karen helped out but had to stop and rest a few times putting her hands on her lower back massaging the muscles.
Karen said to no one in particular, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this country work.”
Becky smiled as she continued stacking firewood, “The day has just started, after we finish here we have to get the peaches and apples picked, mom and Mrs. Johnson have already started canning.”
Karen groaned as she started stacking the firewood again. After the peaches and apples were picked, Karen and little Mark followed the truck over to the Johnson farm. They parked close to a small shed that was on the far side of the milking parlor. Karen noticed several dozen large containers of all shapes and sizes sitting outside the door filled with every kind of vegetable imaginable.
Karen, referring to the vegetables asked, “Where did all of this come from?”
Ed pointed behind the shed and said, “We have a garden over there. Come with me and I’ll show you.”
They walked around the shed and Karen’s mouth fell open when she saw what must have been a five acre garden planted with every kind of vegetable imaginable. Karen stopped dead in her tracks and said, “Wow, that’s the biggest garden I’ve ever seen.”
“Yes it’s pretty big and the Anderson’s have one just as big. My dad and Mr. Anderson are over there right now picking. If you like, I’ll come over to your house next spring and help you plant one.”
“You would do that for me? Thank you Ed.” Karen said, “Usually everything that I’ve ever tried to grow has died.”
“It’s not that difficult, once the soil is prepared right, it will grow.” Ed smiled at her then joked, “We’re farmers you know.”
They walked back into the shed and Karen saw five large pots of hot water sitting on a large wood burning stove, all of the women were working on different parts of the project.
Karen said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. What do you want me to do?”
Karen worked with them until late into the evening canning every type of food imaginable. When she arrived back home she was exhausted but very excited of the day’s events. After she tucked little Mark into bed she called her mother.
“Hi mom,” she said in an excited voice, “You’ll never guess what I did today!”
“You sound excited honey,” Mrs. Allen said, “What did you do?”
“Well, first thing this morning Ed, Matt, and Becky came over and we unloaded a huge truck load of firewood. Then we picked all of the ripe apples and peaches off the trees behind my house. I didn’t even know there were fruit trees back there!”
Karen continued talking a hundred miles an hour to her mother,” We brought them over to the Johnson farm and canned them!”
Mrs. Allen talked to her daughter for more than an hour that night. She was happy and relieved that the Anderson’s and Johnson’s had so readily accepted her daughter and included her into their daily lives. After the call was finished she told her husband how happy she sounded.
It took another two days of work before all of the canning was done. Karen helped carry the completed jars into the cellar for storage and was amazed to see several hundred jars of preserved food plus several large bins filled with potatoes.
“Anything you need Karen just ask and you can have it. With all of the work you’ve done we consider you a full partner.” Mrs. Johnson said. “Next year when you have a garden you’re welcome to bring everything over here and we’ll all work together to get it canned.”
Karen was amazed at what the Johnson’s and the Anderson’s gave her to bring home to stock her pantry. In less than a week of her arriving, she felt like she had known them for her whole life.
The following week Karen was invited back to the Anderson farm and helped in the slaughter of an eighteen hundred pound bull. She was horrified watching Mr. Anderson shoot the bull but that was soon forgotten when the steaks were placed on the table ready for packaging. The steaks were cut and packaged while the scrap was ground into hamburger meat. Once again Karen was given enough meat to fully stock her freezer.
Becky mentioned to her, “You might want to think about getting a deep freezer; we usually butcher one or two bulls a year.”
The following week school started. This would be Ed’s senior year and Becky’s junior year although they would be in the same classroom. They continued their same morning routine of Ed driving to pick up Becky and then the Green children on the way to school.
Karen brought her son Mark to school with her and he stayed in the preschool room which was next to the junior/senior classroom. On the second afternoon of class little Mark suddenly appeared at the doorway to the junior/senior classroom looking for his mother. He was rubbing his eyes and looked to be ready to take his afternoon nap.
When he saw Becky sitting at her desk in the front row he immediately went to her, crawling up into her lap. The teacher smiled at them and continued teaching class. After just a couple of minutes he was fast asleep in Becky’s arms so she quietly carried him back to the preschool room and set him down for his nap. After that day it became a regular routine of Little Mark coming into the class and falling asleep on Becky’s lap.
Karen became a regular at the Johnson and Anderson farms. On Saturday mornings she would meet some of the other teachers in town and eat breakfast with them at the dinner.
When the school was closed for the harvest she showed up at the Anderson farm and stayed busy helping with the cooking and chores. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would ever milk a cow or clean manure out of a barn, but it happened.
The weekend after the harvest was finished all efforts turned to the annual fall festival. The weekend long event featured calf roping, horse riding and milking contests plus a full years worth of bragging rights as to who made the best pie, preserves, bread, and dozens of other eatable delights with the winners going on to the state fair competition.
Ed and Becky’s favorite event was the dance that was held on Saturday night. After all of the morning and afternoon judging was finished Becky left for her friend’s house that lived close by to change her clothes for the dance.
A month ago Becky and her best friend Lori had a long talk about sex, marriage, and Ed. Becky confessed to her that she was in love with Ed and someday wanted to marry him but didn’t know how she was going to get him to be more serious about her. She wanted Ed to make a commitment and give her a ring so that everyone else knew that they were going steady.
“Lori, I’m worried that when Ed graduates and I’m still going to school next year that he might find someone else and I’ll lose him.”
Lori seemed to be searching for the right words to say, “You need to show him just what he will be missing if he loses you. If you flirt with someone else, jealousy may make him make a commitment to you. But if you take it too far, he may give up on you thinking that he has lost you.”
“How can I make him jealous?” Becky asked. “
“We need to go shopping and find a nice dress, one that he wouldn’t expect you to wear and get your hair done up nice.” Lori offered, “And next month at the fall festival dance you should be real friendly with some of the other boys. When Ed asks you to dance a slow dance tell him that you promised someone else a dance. But you need to be careful Becky, don’t push him too far. You may push him into someone else’s arms.”
Ed and a few of his friends were talking and waiting in front of the dance hall for their dates to arrive. When Becky arrived for the dance and got out of the car and Ed couldn’t believe his eyes. Becky was dressed in a short sleeveless little black dress that fit her like a glove, complete with black high heel shoes. Her hair was made up and her makeup looked perfect.
The other three girls that were with her were dressed in similar dresses but in Ed’s eyes they couldn’t hold a candle to the way Becky looked. As soon as they saw them they all stopped taking and one of Ed’s friends said ‘holy cow’ under his breath, Ed was thinking the same thing.
If you were standing off to the side looking at the four young men you would have seen them starring at their dates with their mouths open in disbelief. Ed felt a stiffening in his groin and was nervous as Becky walked towards him. He had to tell himself to close his mouth and smile at her as she got close to him.
“Wow Becky,” he said as they hugged each other, “You look beautiful. Where did you get that dress?”
Becky gave him a quick kiss on the lips and said, “This old thing? I don’t know I must have picked it up somewhere in town.”
Becky was nervous as they walked into the dance hall. Earlier in the day she had asked one of her school friends Mike to save a slow dance for her in hopes of making Ed jealous. Becky didn’t want to watch Ed during the slow dance so it would be Lori’s job to watch Ed and tell her how he reacted to her when she was dancing with Mike.
About half way through the dance Becky’s chance came. They had just finished dancing and were on the edge of the dance floor when the band started playing a slow song. Ed moved towards Becky to start dancing with her but she put her hand to his chest stopping him.
Becky said, “I promised Mike a dance, I’ll be back in a little while.”
She turned and started walking across the dance floor in search of Mike. She smiled to herself as she heard Ed say ‘but Becky’, she ignored him and continued walking.
One of the other girls at the dance who had a crush on Ed had been watching them very closely all night. Nancy saw that Becky had stopped him from dancing with her and walked away. She quickly walked over to Ed saying to herself ‘now’s my chance’.
Ed was still watching Becky walk across the floor when Nancy grabbed his hand and said, “Hi Ed, will you dance with me?”
Nancy caught Ed off guard; because she had a hold of him and already started dancing he put his hand on her waist and they danced. Nancy grabbed his hand and moved it around her back and stepped in close to him pressing her breasts tight against his chest.
Ed was busy watching Becky dancing with Mike while Nancy guided them along the edge of the dance floor towards the back of the building. Nancy saw Becky look at her while she was dancing with Mike so after about a minute, she fanned her face with her hand and said, “I’m a little warm, I need some fresh air.”
She latched onto his hand and pulled him out the back door. Ed wasn’t thinking clearly and followed her to a tree a few yards away from the open back door. She pushed him against an oak tree and pretended to be cold.
“Burrr,” she said rubbing her arms, “it’s a little chilly out her.”
She reached her arms around Ed, leaned into him and gently pinned him against the tree.
“Ed please warm me up.”
When she heard the slow dance music end she put the side of her head against Ed’s chest and watched the back door. As Nancy suspected, Becky appeared at the back Bayan Escort door about ten seconds after the song ended. As soon as Nancy saw her she quickly moved her face up to Ed’s face and kissed him on the lips.
Ed didn’t see Becky but when he realized what Nancy was doing he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back and held her at arm’s length.
“Nancy, what are you doing?” He didn’t wait for Nancy to answer and said, “I’m going back inside.”
Nancy grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop and said, “What for Ed? Don’t you like me? Besides, Becky is probably inside kissing Mike right now.”
Ed didn’t answer her; he pulled his hand free and walked back into the building. Just inside the door he stopped and scanned the crowded room searching for Becky. He saw Mike on the side of the room talking with his friends but Becky wasn’t with him. He finally saw her walking out the front door while talking with her friend Lori. He walked towards her a quick as he could having to side step around several people in the crowded room.
When he got to the front door Lori grabbed his shirt sleeve with her fist and said, “You two timing son-of-a-bitch.”
“What are you talking about Lori? Where’s Becky?” Ed asked.
“She saw you kissing Nancy, you asshole.”
Ed pulled his shirt out of the grip of her hand and walked out the front door. He saw Becky sitting in the back seat of her friend’s car crying as it left the parking lot. He watched her leave then walked back in and grabbed Lori’s arm.
“What’s going on Lori? Is somebody trying to set me up?” Ed asked with a firm tone to his voice.
Lori played dumb, “What do you mean?”
“Why did Becky all of a sudden decide to slow dance with Mike?” Ed knew that whatever he said to Lori would get back to Becky so he carefully continued. “And why did Nancy show up two seconds after Becky left? And what’s with that dress she was wearing tonight? She has never worn anything like that before.”
“Does Becky want to dump me for someone else?” Ed thought for a few seconds and said, “Or was Becky trying to make me jealous?”
Lori played dumb again but she knew that Ed may have figured it out, but she wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that. It would be up to Becky to tell him the truth about what happened.
The only thing Lori couldn’t figure out was why Nancy had chosen that moment to hit on Ed? For Becky’s sake Lori was going to get to the bottom of this and confront Nancy.
For the next thirty minutes Lori looked everywhere for Nancy but she couldn’t find her. The dance was winding down and Lori decided to wait until morning before church to talk to her.
Ed wasn’t in a good mood after he talked with Lori. Everyone at the dance was laughing and having a good time. He didn’t want to be around people right now, especially happy people so he left the dance and drove home. On the way, he kept going over the events of the night.
At the beginning of the dance he thought Becky seemed to be preoccupied with something. He thought that she may have been self conscious about wearing such a sexy looking dress. Then he thought, maybe she wanted to date someone else and talked Nancy into coming on to him. By the time he got home he had thought of three or four possible reasons why Becky had walked away from him and went to dance with Mike.
Ed pulled into the yard and shut the truck off. He sat in the truck for a while and suddenly remembered a conversation he had with his dad a while back, ‘Son, women are strange creatures, they say one thing but mean another and they expect men to know what they’re thinking about. I’ve tried to figure them out my whole life and I’m still as clueless about them as I ever was.’
Ed walked into the house, when he passed his mom she asked, “How did the dance go?”
“I don’t know mom,” Ed said with a confused look in his face, “Becky went home with someone else. I’m going to bed.”
His mother got out of her chair and followed Ed up the stairs. “What do you mean she went home with someone else?”
Ed sat down on his bed and told her what happened at the dance, including when Nancy kissed him. “I felt like a heel when she left me standing on the dance floor and went to dance with someone else.” Ed sighed and couldn’t look his mother in the eyes, “I don’t know mom, the only thing I can think of is Becky want to date someone else.”
Becky was dropped off at her house and was still crying as she ran up the steps to her bedroom past her mom and dad and closed the bedroom door. Becky mom tried to ask how the dance went but Becky flew by so fast she knew something was wrong.
She got up off the couch to go talk to Becky when Mr. Anderson asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
“It’s girl stuff; I’ll go talk to her.” She answered.
Mr. Anderson shrugged his shoulders and continued watching the television program.
She walked up the steps and knocked on the door. “Becky can I come in?” she asked.
Not hearing a response she opened the door and saw Becky lying on her bed crying. “It can’t be all that bad honey. Sit up Becky; we need to talk about it.”
Becky sat up on the edge of the bed and when her mother sat next to her she put her head on her shoulder and cried. She put her arm around Becky and asked, “Tell me what happened.”
Her crying turned to sobs and she said, “I tried to make Ed jealous by dancing with someone else and when a slow dance started I left Ed standing there and went to find Mike to dance with. When the dance was over Lori told me that Ed went out the back door with Nancy.”
She began crying again as her mother tried to comfort her said, “There, there, Becky, it will be ok.”
Becky continued, “When I went out the door to find him, I saw him kissing Nancy.” She began crying harder on her mother’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry honey,” She said softly,” we’ll figure out what to do.”
She brought Becky two Tylenol PM’s and a glass of water but it didn’t help much. Becky tossed and turned all night not getting very much sleep.
Ed’s mother wanted to find out what was happening between Ed and Becky so she called Mrs. Anderson. They talked for several minutes, both giving their side of the story they had heard. At the end of the conversation they both decided to stay out of it and let Ed and Becky sort it out.
The following morning before church Lori found Nancy at the church and roughly pulled her to the side to talk. “Nancy, what the hell were you doing out behind the dance with Ed?”
“That’s none of your business Lori!” Nancy said.
Nancy started walking away but Lori stepped in front of her and said, “Oh yes it is! Becky is my best friend and you and I both know that Ed and Becky are a couple. You had no cause to kiss him.”
Nancy was getting nervous as she saw from Lori’s posture that she was ready to fight if necessary to get the truth out of her. Lori wasn’t going to let Nancy leave until she told her what was going on.
“Look Lori, I saw Becky refuse to dance with Ed and then walk away from him to find someone else to dance with. I saw my chance and went to ask him to dance with me.”
“What did you do outside?” Lori demanded.
Nancy sighed, “I had Ed off balance and I knew Becky would come looking for him so I waited for her to show up and then I kissed Ed in front of her.”
“You devious little slut,” Lori said while clinching her fists,” I should kick your ass right know.”
“They aren’t exclusive!” Nancy said trying to justify her actions, “I like Ed too! Besides,” Nancy lowered her voice and looked away, “he broke off my kiss and threw me aside and went back into the dance looking for Becky.”
Lori gave her a disgusted look and left her standing there.
Becky was nervous on Sunday morning when she rode to church with her parents. She usually sat with Ed during the service but she didn’t know what was going to happen when they saw each other.
When they arrived, Becky saw the Johnson’s but Ed wasn’t with them. The two families greeted each other and Mrs. Johnson said to Becky, “Ed wasn’t feeling well this morning so he stayed home.”
Becky sat with Lori and she told her what Nancy had said, “Ed wasn’t thinking straight after you went to dance with Mike. Nancy was waiting for you to show up out back and she kissed him so you would see and get angry at Ed. He must have pushed her away just as you turned around and came back in. He couldn’t have been out there for more than a minute or two alone with her.”
“Oh no, this didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would, what am I going to do Lori? Becky asked.
“There’s only one thing you can do. You’re going to have to tell him the truth and hope he forgives you.”
It was a long church service and a long ride home for Becky. She knew she would have to call Ed and apologize to him for her actions last night.
“Ed! Telephone!” Mrs. Johnson yelled up the stairs.
Ed walked into the kitchen and asked, “Who is it?”
She had her hand over the mouth piece of the phone and said, “It’s Becky.”
Ed stopped dead in his tracks, not knowing if he wanted to answer it or not.
Mrs. Johnson knew that Becky was probably going to apologize for her actions last night, but Ed was thinking that she was going to tell him that she wanted to date someone else.
“Edward!” his mother said in a hushed voice, “Don’t throw a lifelong friendship away because of what happened in one night! You need to talk to her and listen to what she has to say young man!”
Ed’s mother called him Edward only on very rare occasions, usually when she was upset with him or when she had something important to say.
Becky didn’t want to talk to him over the phone, preferring to talk face to face, so all she said when Ed said hello was, “Ed we need to talk, will you please come over to my house?”
Ed sighed and thought for a moment before he answered, “Ok I’ll be there in I few minutes.”
When Ed drove up the drive way he saw Becky sitting on the front porch. He still had a sick feeling in his stomach that she was going to break up with him. He parked the truck and walked to the bottom of the porch steps and stopped. Becky didn’t look good, her eyes were red and she was having a difficult time smiling at him.
Ed didn’t smile back at her he just said, “Hi Becky, what do you want.”
She stood at the top of the steps with her arms crossed and said, “Hi Ed, Your mom said you weren’t feeling well this morning. Are you feeling better now?”
Ed didn’t like the small talk, he wanted Becky to get it over with and get to the main point of why she called him over. “No Becky I’m not.”
Much to his dismay she continued with the small talk.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I don’t really know Becky; I think my heart is broken… Or it’s going to be.” Ed said without smiling.
He had had enough of the small talk and wanted her to get to the point.
“Get it over with Becky; say that you’re going to say.”
Ed saw a tear run down her cheek as she said in a shaky voice, “I need to explain to you what happened last night.”
She walked down the steps and stood in front of him and continued. “I was trying to make you jealous, I thought that if you watched me slow dancing with someone else you would make a commitment to me and give me a ring to show me that you really cared about me.”
They stood facing each other in silence for several seconds. At first Ed was relieved that she wasn’t going to break up with him, but as last evenings events flashed across his mind he became annoyed. He couldn’t remember ever been angry at Becky but he was now.
“That’s it Becky?” the more he thought about it the angrier he became.
“So you just left me standing in the middle of the dance floor looking like an idiot while you went off looking for someone else to dance with? And then you didn’t want to talk with me and drove home with someone else, all because you wanted to make me jealous?”
“I’m so sorry Ed, will you please forgive me?” She said as she opened her arm wanting to hug Ed.
When Ed saw Becky move toward him he stepped back a couple of steps and said, “Why would you want to play a silly game like that? We’ve known each other for a long time Becky, when have I ever looked at another girl? You should have told me what you wanted; I can’t read your mind Becky.”
Becky didn’t have an answer for him; he looked at her for a few seconds and said, “I guess we’re done here.”
He turned and said ‘damn’ under this breath as he walked back to his truck.
“Please forgive me Ed,” she cried, “I’m sorry.”
He ignored her and left in a cloud of dust down the gravel driveway. When he got to the end of the driveway he stopped. He wanted to be alone, he didn’t want to go home and listen to his mother preach to him so he decided to drive towards town.
When he got to the school building he pulled into the parking lot and went to one of the picnic tables and sat. He was alone for about an hour when he heard a car pull in and park. He looked up for a second and saw Nancy get out of her car and walk over and sit at the next table to him.
“Hi Ed.” Nancy said.
When she didn’t get an answer she said, “I take it you and Becky aren’t getting along so well.”
Ed still didn’t respond to her so she continued talking, “I’m sorry for what I did last night, but when I saw Becky walk away from you I thought I would take my shot… I like you Ed; I like you a lot… You have always been nice to me and I thought I had a chance with you when I saw Becky leave you standing there.”
Ed finally spoke, “You don’t need to apologize Nancy, you didn’t do anything wrong.” They sat and talked for the next hour until it was time for him to go home and do the afternoon chores.
That night at supper his mother tried to find out what happened but when Ed said he didn’t want to talk about it so she let the subject drop.
The next morning Ed went to Becky’s house to pick her up for school. When she got in the truck, Ed’s book bag was on the seat next to him. Becky tried to move it so she could sit next to him but he put his hand on it not letting her move it.
Becky tried to apologize twice before they pick up the Green kids but Ed didn’t say anything and they rode in silence all the way to the school. When they were dismissed for lunch Becky was momentarily side tracked by little Mark wanting a hug and kiss from her.
When she got outside she saw that the picnic table where she and Ed usually ate lunch was empty. She looked over to the next table and saw Ed eating lunch with Nancy and two of her friends. She saw Nancy say something to Ed and he looked at Becky for a second and then continued talking to Nancy and her friends.
Becky was heartbroken; a tear rolled down her cheek as she turned around and went back into the school to eat her lunch. Becky was in a miserable mood. She thought back to all of the happy memories she had when they were growing up together.
She knew that Ed was right; she had nothing to fear of him finding another girl. She remembered on several occasions when one of her friends tried to hug him or flirt with him and he wouldn’t flirt back. Becky couldn’t think of a single time when Ed even jokingly flirted with any of her friends.
When school was over Becky stayed behind for a few minutes and talked to Karen. When she went out the front door of the school she expected to see that Ed had already left for home but when she looked he was still there waiting for her.
Nancy was waiting by the door and said, “Hi Becky, can I speak to you for a minute please?”
”Sure Nancy.” Becky said in a weak voice.
“I want to apologize for kissing your boyfriend on Saturday night.” Nancy said, ” I have always liked Ed and when I saw you walk away from him… well I should have said something to you before I went outside with him. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks Nancy, but I don’t think Ed is my boyfriend anymore.”
“You’re wrong Becky; I’ve talked to him yesterday and today. He’s miserable without you, give him some time to cool down and he’ll come back.”
Becky smiled at her and walked to Ed’s truck. When she got in she saw that the book bag was still on the seat next to him. It was another silent ride home.
After they dropped off the Green kids Becky said, “Ed, will you ever be able to forgive me?”
Ed sighed and slowly said, “Yes Becky I forgive you.”
Her face lit up with a big smile as she said, “Really Ed? You forgive me?”
“Yes, under one condition.” Ed wasn’t smiling; he stared straight ahead at the steering wheel and continued. “When you walked away from me and then left the dance without talking to me you hurt me real bad Becky.”
Ed looked at Becky and held his hand up to stop her from talking. “Don’t ever do anything like that again. If this is going to work, we need to talk to each other.”
Ed moved the book bag off the seat and Becky quickly slide over and through her arms around him. “Oh Ed, I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
Ed wrapped his arms around her and they kissed for several minutes.
“Lori said that you are worried about me finding someone else.” Ed, said, “When you and your friends got out of the car at the dance, the only one I saw was you. I don’t even remember what color their dresses were Becky.”
Tears of joy ran down Becky cheeks as she kissed Ed again.
“Lori also said that you wanted something from me so everyone else will know that we are together. If you want, we can go to town next weekend and you can pick out a nice ring or,” Ed said while taking off his class ring, “you can have this.”
Ed held the ring out to her and continued, “It’s too big for you…”
Becky took the ring from him and said, “This is what I want, don’t worry I’ll make it fit.”
Becky slid the ring on her big finger and made a fist so it wouldn’t fall off. She wrapped her arms around Ed again and hugged him as hard as she could and said, “Ed, I love you… Do you love me?”
Ed smiled to himself and said, “Becky, I’ve been in love with you since the third grade.”
That fall Ed invited Becky to his senior prom. With only five seniors in the school, tradition had it that the surrounding area all got together and had a prom with about twenty couples in attendance.
After the prom Ed asked Becky, “What do you want to do?”
Becky said in a casual voice as she through her arms around him, “I want to make love to you.”
Ed was surprised and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes Ed I’m positive, I’m ready to make love to you.”
Ed looked at her dress and was trying to think of a place they could go where she wouldn’t get it dirty and ruin it. He watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out a key and showed it to Ed.
“What’s that for?” He asked.
Becky grinned at him and said, “It’s the key to Karen’s house, she went home to visit her parents this weekend.”
”Wow, ah… does Karen know that we’re going to be there?”
“Yes,” Becky smiled.
As Ed pulled into the driveway Becky said. “Pull behind the house so no one sees the truck.”
They walked into the house and Ed said, “I better call home and tell them I won’t be there. “
Becky giggled and answered, “You don’t have to, they already know you aren’t going to be home tonight.”
“Ed groaned, “Does everybody know what we’re going to do tonight?”
“No,” Becky said, “They think we’re going to an after party, sorry I lied to them.”
That night Ed and Becky completed their bonding, they both lost their virginity to each other in a whirlwind exciting night where they both explored each other’s body.
THE END
Epilogue:

The year after Becky graduated the Green family moved back to her family’s home as Mrs. Green became the heir to her father’s company. It was an exciting time for Ed and Becky, Ed proposed to Becky and of course she jumped into his arms telling he yes.
The Anderson and the Johnson clans put the down payment and co-sighed for the Green farm as a wedding gift to them. After all, they wanted their grandchildren close by.
Almost a year to the date after they were married Becky gave birth to Edward Thomas Johnson and about a year and a half after that Rebecca Lynn came along. The farm was making money and everything was going well until the dead of winter in the year after little Becky was born.
Ed was climbing up the silo ladder when his foot slipped on an icy rung. His leg went in between the silo and the ladder and he lost his grip. With his leg jammed between the silo and ladder he fell backwards and became trapped upside down unable to pull himself free.
Becky watched in horror from the kitchen window as the events unfolded. She called her mother screaming for help and put the children into a playpen and raced to Ed’s aid. She went up the ladder and put her shoulder behind Ed’s back and with all of her strength lifted him up until he was able to grab the ladder with his hands. She supported his weight while he used him good leg to climb back down to the ground.
Ed was diagnosed with a hyper extended knee with torn ligaments. The doctor told him that it would take six months or more until he could walk without crutches. Ed was worried and told Becky while in the hospital that he didn’t know how the chores were going to get done. Becky told him not to worry that they had lots of friends.
Up until Ed’s accident he didn’t know just how well respected and how many lives he had touched in his past. Ed and Becky’s family did all of the work for those first few days and when the community found out; there was somebody there every day to help.
Three weeks into Ed’s recovery Karen’s parents showed up telling them that they had taken three weeks of vacation and were there to help. The very day that the Allen’s left, the Peters family, who Ed had rescued when they became trapped in a blizzard, showed up with some vacation time to help out. Even the Green family came back and pitched in for a couple of long weekends.
That summer on a nice warm Sunday afternoon, when Ed’s knee was healed to the point where he could walk without crutches, he was sitting on the front porch keeping an eye on his two children in the yard. Becky came out the front door carrying two glasses of lemonade. She sat down next to Ed and handed him a glass.
Ed sighed and said thank you to Becky as a tear ran down his cheek.
Becky saw the tear and asked, “Is everything ok?”
“Yes, everything is perfect Becky.” Ed took in a deep breath through his nose and said, “Do you smell the lilacs? And take a look at that view.” Ed said pointing to the horizon. “I’ve got two health children and the best woman that any man could ever ask for…”
He reached over and took Becky’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I must be the luckiest man in the world.

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Cottages and Couples

The music is playing softly in the background as I sit at the computer and do some editing to my photos. We recently took a weekend trip to the cottage with our friends, and I took along my camera equipment. I knew that with the beautiful lakes and scenery around us, I would want to take advantage of it and get some great shots.

The first 20 or so pictures were of when we first arrived, unpacking the truck, laughing at trying to get organized, our friends arriving, all of us cooking dinner, sharing a bottle of wine at supper, even the campfire that we had later that night and as I was editing the pictures, I started to day dream about what had happened that night.

Our friends had already gone back into the cabin and gone to bed, and we had stayed out to watch the fire burn .The weather had been so hot lately, that even the nights were staying warm, and with being on the lake, a midnight swim would not go amiss and either would the fact that we didn’t even change into our bathing suits, we just stripped and went in naked under the light of the moon.

The water was so refreshing, and everything was just so calm and serene. We lay there floating on the placid water, feeling the water flow over us. The lake isn’t that deep, so we can go out pretty far before you can’t touch bottom anymore. I loved feeling the water all over my body; it just felt like a million tiny tongues licking me. I was starting to get a bit tired now that the water had relaxed me, so I headed over to the dock to just lean against it and rest my body, but still be in the refreshing water. Our dock is the type that starts on the beach and extends into the water, so it is not very high, you could actually lean against it and still be sitting in the water, and that’s what I was doing. You were still floating around on your back, and I knew you were on your back because I could see your stiffening cock silhouetted in the moonlight. I don’t know what you were thinking about that made you hard, but that’s okay as I was pretty aroused looking at you and would put that erection to good use.

Your eyes were closed and you were thoroughly enjoying floating around in front of me, but I made you open your eyes when I snuck up and stroked your hard cock. You immediately opened your eyes and stood up. That grin came across your face, the mischievous one, the one where I don’t know if I should run and hide or the one where I should just give into you. This time I decided it must be the one that I give into. You grabbed my hips and pulled me into your arms, wrapping yourself around me. Your hands found my ass cheeks as I wound my arms around your neck, planting little kisses on you as I nuzzled into you.

You walked me backwards
toward the dock and thank goodness there is a towel there. You laid me down on the towel and start kissing my neck, your tongue leaving little swirls as you go. I could feel your cock sliding back and forth across my thighs as you moved your lips around my neck. I could feel your moist breath on my shoulders, and I felt your lips trace my neck. Your tongue followed your kisses caressing my shoulders and neck. I didn’t really want to kill the mood, but I wanted to get this on either video for something to watch later or at least a few pictures.

I stop you and explain what I want to do. I go and grab my camera and set it up for night exposure. I want to have some shots of you against the moon. I pose you at the end of the dock by having you stand side ways, the moon behind you and your cock pointing straight out. It’s a very sexy picture. I’m starting to get moist just watching you. I next have you lay down on your back, your hands behind your head and your cock standing at attention against the moonlight. You’re like an Adonis. Even though we are in our late 40’s early 50’s, our bodies are still in good shape and we enjoy touching and looking at them. I have you pose for one last shot and this one is a bit tricky. I have you lay down on your back, but your knees are bent up and your legs are wide open, this time I have you grasp your cock and give it a couple of strokes, the picture turns out perfect, now its time to use the light from the moon to put a bit of intrigue into some fore play.

I position my camera on a bench, check the exposure and turn the video on. I do a test video by having you kneel down, face the camera and stroke your cock. The lighting is perfect, everything can be seen and the affect is gorgeous. Video on, I return to where I was laying on the dock, and pull you to me.

You are kneeling over me, your cock just slightly touching my slit as you slide your body up mine. You start kissing my neck, and slowly I feel your tongue slide down my chest and as you slide down I feel your cock slide against my legs, leaving a little trail of juice from the wet tip. I let out a gasp as I feel my breast heave with anticipation and tingling. Your lips are on my nipples, sucking, licking and your tongue starts to flick them, making them swell and grow hard. I arch my back to meet your hot mouth, loving the way you suckle my nipples, taking the whole breast into your mouth, flicking the nipple with your tongue, rolling it around, pulling it with your lips and tenderly biting it. My hands have a hold of your thighs, pulling you close to me. I can feel your hardness sliding back and forth on my belly and when you start to move down my body your cock slides between my legs, rubbing on my clit. You are teasing me, letting your stiff cock slide back and forth against my clit. It is driving me crazy. I reach up and grab your cock wanting to slide it into my wet pussy, but you push my hand away and whisper to me “not yet”.

You take my hand and raise it above my head, slide your tongue down between my boobs and straddle me. Your hard cock is now resting on my belly, little droplets of wet leave a trail on my stomach. You slide your cock up between my boobs and slowly start sliding back and forth. Droplets of wet make the sliding smooth and you make a valley by pushing my boobs together, the feeling increasing the hardness of your smooth cock. Your thumbs play with my nipples as you slide back and forth, each stroke increasing the strength of play on my nipples. I can feel my pussy getting wetter, and my free hand wanders down to my clit. I slide my fingers over my swelling clit, feeling the wetness that has begun to seep out. I slide a finger into my hole, making sure it is covered with my juices and then I offer it to you. You take it in your mouth and suck it clean all the while you are growing harder as you slide between my tits.

My fingers find my pussy again and I start to rub my clit, feeling it grow as I rub. My other hand is holding back my lips so that I can have full access to my clit and hole. I rub little circles around and around, and slide my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, feeling the juice that has started to flow. You start to slow yourself down, as you are getting too close to cumming. You slide your cock out from my cleavage, your hands still kneading my tits and your thumbs still pulling my nipples, you sit back a bit, my hands being pinned under your legs still rubbing my clit and feeling my juices. You bring my hands up and close them around your hardness, I can feel you throbbing, pulsing in my hands. You slowly move my hands up and down and I am applying a bit of pressure each time my fingers hit the head of your swollen member. Steadily I pump faster, sliding up and down and squeezing your hard cock, faster and faster, I hear you gasp and I know you are ready to orgasm. I slow down and concentrate all my efforts on the head of your cock, squeezing it as I wrap my two fingers and thumb around it. I can see the first droplets forming and oozing out, I pump once, twice, and the third time I hear you groan and watch as you arch your back and grab the back of my up raised thighs. You cum shoots out and lands in the valley between my tits. It’s hot, thick and so delicious. You rub my nipples with it and caress your cum into my tits. I get the last few drops off the tip of your cock and suck them off my fingers.
You roll off onto the dock beside me, still panting a bit but with a huge grin on your face. It had been a while since we were that spontaneous, and it was perfect. We both got up and slid back into the water to get refreshed and rinsed off, knowing that this was only the beginning of what would be a gorgeous night of making love and rediscovering ourselves.

We finish up our swim, I grab my camera, you put out the campfire and back into the cottage we go. Our friends have been in there the whole time we’ve been outside, and we expected them to be asleep, but that was not the case.

The cabin has two bedrooms, and they sit on either side of the bathroom, which is located at the back of the cabin, so when you walk in the front door you are in the living room/kitchen/dining room area. If you go down the hall off the main room, you will find the first bedroom, which is the guest room, then you find the bathroom and then our room.

As we went down the hallway towards our room we could hear what we thought was the TV on in the guest bedroom, but as it turned out it was our friends enjoying themselves. We stood outside their door and listened in as they enjoyed having oral sex. We could hear someone sucking, kissing and moaning Escort while someone else was gasping for breath. While we stood there listening to our friends, our hands started to grope each other. You came up behind me and the only thing between us was the towel that I had wrapped around me, and suddenly I felt the towel fall. You had tugged it off me, and now your arms were wrapped around me from behind.

Your fingers were twisting my nipples, your cock was pressing into my ass and your lips were on my neck kissing me. You started grinding your hips into me and I could feel your prick getting hard again. Your fingers slid down my stomach to my clit where with one hand you separated my pussy lips and the other hand started pulling and rubbing my clit. I let out a little gasp and knew that if we didn’t move to our bedroom that we would end up having sex in front of our guest room door. I pulled myself together not wanting to move your hands, but knowing I had to, I grabbed your hands and the towel and pulled you into our bedroom, closed the door quietly, turned on the stereo and grabbed the massage oil. I pushed you down on the bed, popped the top off the oil and dribbled it down your chest to your stomach, then down your stomach to your already stiff cock. I straddle you and start to rub the oil into your shoulders, chest and stomach. I stretch out your arms and massage them both with oil. I slide down and straddled your thighs and massage the oil into your stomach, hips and pelvis. When I touch your hips and pelvis you arch your back and rise up to meet me. I massage the oil down along your cock and around your balls, giving them a little squeeze and hearing you give me a little moan. I grab the oil again and dribble some onto your thighs and slide down your legs and continue pouring the oil on you. I am sitting across your feet and my hands are massaging your thighs and then sliding down to your calves and then back up again, brushing against your balls and cock. I finally take your hard cock into my hands massaging the oil into it. Stroking up and down and stopping to give the head an extra squeeze I keep massaging until I know you are going to cum.

I know you are getting close because you are moaning, and your hips are thrusting your cock into my hands. I stop massaging you and guide your hands to my wet pussy. I take your finger and slide it between my pussy lips, feeling the wet that has started to form, to feel my hard clit getting harder as I press against your hand. I take your one hand and when I rise up over you, I guide your two fingers inside me and once inside me I slowly ease down to sit back on your thighs with your fingers inside me. I move my hips back and forth to make your fingers glide in and out of me. You take your other hand and flick my clit, making it stand up harder, your two fingers sliding in and out making my pussy wetter and wetter. Your fingers are making me so hot and wet, I pump them faster and faster feeling my muscles start to tighten around them knowing that I’m finally going to get my orgasm. I push harder and harder, hearing my juices swish with every stroke of your fingers. My legs are parting wider and your fingers are going deeper. I feel that stirring in my belly and know that I am going to cum. You sit up and brace me with your one arm around my back and drive your fingers into me faster and faster. Your face is buried in my tits with your tongue and lips sucking my nipples. I start to quiver and moan and feel my body tense with a perfect creamy, wet, hot orgasm. You hold my body still as it spasm with each wave of my orgasm. Your fingers still sliding in and out of me, wetter and wetter, I finally stop quivering as you slide your fingers out of me and immediately put them in your mouth and suck my juices off. I can feel my cum oozing out of my pussy and making little droplets on your thighs. Panting and still shivering, I wrap my arms around your neck and lower myself down onto your thighs again, rocking back and forth with you until my shivering subsides.

Your cock is sandwiched between our bodies, hard and ready to go. I raise myself up and rub my clit against your cock. I grab your shoulders to steady myself and slowly lower my pussy over your cock, sliding you in with ease. My pussy is so wet from my orgasm that I can hear the juices as I slide up and down your hard post. You put your hands on my hips and guide me up and down on your cock, each time you go a little deeper and a little faster. Your hands come off my hips and grab my tits, rolling my nipples in your fingers, your mouth sucking them and your hands kneading them. You slow down and pull your glistening hard cock out of me. You grab a hold of my waist and shimmy down to the edge of the bed and put your legs over the end and position my legs so that they wrap around your waist. My arms are around your neck and I slide them down and grab a hold of your forearms and lean my body back. My pussy opens and you guide your hard prick into my hole. As I lean back further I feel you go deep, so deep that it causes me to moan. I extend myself a little more backwards by hanging onto your hands. Your hips are grinding into me now and I meet each of your thrusts. My legs pull you deeper into me, feeling you grow even larger while you start to pound me harder. The juices of my sopping wet pussy keep your hot poker lubed slick and push out of me as you push into me.

I want this feeling to last as long as it can and I know I’m going to cum again because your stiff cock is hitting my g-spot, my legs are starting to quiver and my stomach muscles are starting to tighten. I slow down a bit and thrust against you hitting my sweet spot each time, and each time I get closer to gushing again. I finally hit my peak and I shudder and slam your cock into me, squeeze my legs around your waist and throw my head back as the wave of my huge orgasm over takes me. It’s a good thing you have a hold of my arms as this time my body goes limp for a few seconds because my orgasm is so intense. You grab me around the waist again and lay me down on the bed so that I can recover before we go at it again, because I know we are far from finished.
Your hands are caressing and massaging my legs, working up to my pussy and I feel your fingers circle my clit, rub it and slide into my hole. I am lying back with my eyes closed and not knowing what you are doing only feeling what you are doing. I feel your hot tongue licking my pussy lips as you raise my legs up to open me wide to you. Your fingers are still probing me as your tongue makes little circles around my clit, your teeth biting it, your lips sucking it, and you lapping up the juices that escape every time you pull your fingers out of me. I hold your head to my pussy pushing you harder into my clit so your tongue can find the sweet spot and it doesn’t take long before I cum again. It is only a little orgasm, but it still felt good.

You slide up my body, I can feel your cock dripping with pre-cum and I know that you are hot for my hole. You roll me over and spread my legs and come up behind me and slide your cock into my hole. I raise my ass up to meet your strokes and feel your balls slap against me as you start to pound your hard cock into me. You have one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip pulling me into you. I reach back and fondle your balls and feel the wetness of my juices on them. I squeeze and roll them in my fingers and hear you moan when I do it. Your pounding is getting faster and deeper now, with every stroke you start to make a growling sound. When I hear that sound I know that you are close to cumming and I start to squeeze your cock with my pussy muscles. This intensifies your thrusting and all of a sudden I feel your grab my nipples as you bend over me and slam into me deep and hard, and your body shakes. The hot cum splashes inside me with such intensity that it fills my pussy and starts to drips out. You keep thrusting and I can feel you cumming again. You give my nipples one last squeeze, and your fingers slide down to my pussy and slide into my hole along with your cock. You pull them out and bring them to my lips where I suck our cum off them, the salty sweet warm creamy juices that our bodies have made together. Your cock is still in me but has started to lose its hardness, and your fingers keep sliding in and out of me until I can’t take it anymore and lower my ass feeling you slide totally out of me and slide behind me panting still from having a huge blasting explosion of cum.

The both of us are so tired that we just pull the blanket over top of us, our bodies entwined and fall asleep, knowing that we had a great night, with pictures and video to watch over and over again and know that tomorrow there will probably be more adventures to come.

Morning arrived and we must have been exhausted, as we hadn’t moved all night. The blankets that had covered us were still on us and our bodies were still entwined. You got up and jumped into the shower and I followed needing to have the hot water wake us up. Dressed in our normal attire for the cottage, which consisted of a t-shirt, and shorts for you and usually a bikini top and cotton skort for me, we headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Our friends greeted us with coffee already made and it was just a matter of making all of us breakfast. All of us were in need of a hearty breakfast Escort Bayan and it showed with the amount of food that we ate. It was suggested that we do a bit of hiking today, so we decided on making a picnic lunch, put it in our cooler bags with some cold packs, along with a couple of bottles of wine, a couple of towels and away the four of us went.

The terrain in our cabin area is a combination of boulders, bush, and small-secluded clearings. We have an area that has a huge, huge boulder that is used for a look out and this is where we decided we would meet up for lunch. We took to the trail and decided that we would take one trail, while our friends took a different trail, even though along the way the trails intersect and cross each other. Off we went, the air was crisp, the sun shining between the trees was glorious, and it was nice and warm. I grabbed my camera out of my bag and made sure it was ready for anything that we may come across on our hike. The nice thing about our area is that it is somewhat private, there isn’t another cabin for a few miles, and so you really don’t see anyone else around. We had hiked for about an hour and I needed to have a rest, grab some water and wipe off a bit of sweat. You already had your shirt off and I could see the sweat trickle down your chest, so it was a good thing we stopped for a breather and a nice drink of cool water. We were about to get started again when we heard some giggling noises coming from an area just ahead of us. We slowly and quietly snuck up to where the noises were coming from and realized that our friends had had the same idea of stopping for a drink and to get toweled off a bit, but they were more than toweled off, they were laying on their towels and he had his head buried in her pussy and she had her mouth full of his cock.

We stopped and just stood there and took in what was going on in front of us. I slowly raised my camera and turned the video on and just watched the show as it unfolded. Our friends had come to one of the secluded parts of the trail that is only marked by an overhanging willow tree. Once you turn off the trail at the tree you can find a small grassy area with a large flat rock that sticks about 2 feet high out of the ground and it is about 10 feet around. It’s a great place to throw down a blanket and meditate as the willow branches fall like a beautiful green curtain around the rock. Our friends had found the rock and like I said they had thrown their towels down and were buried in each other. They were completely oblivious to us being there, and we were only standing maybe 5 feet away from them, but it didn’t matter, they were so busy with sucking and licking pussy and cock that they didn’t hear or see us. We stood there in silence while I videoed their passion and knew that we would have something to watch later that night with them.

With the show over, we snuck back to the trail and headed toward the flat boulder for lunch. We arrived in time to get everything setup, wine open and lunch made. Our friends arrived about 15 minutes later and we all enjoyed the wine, the food and the conversation, knowing that what we saw we would share later on after supper.

We casually talked about the hike, and while we were relaxing and letting our lunch settle, I perched myself on one of the boulders that was away from where we ate, dropped my top and lay back feeling the sun on my body, warming it through and bringing it alive feeling the breeze blow across me. If it weren’t for the fact that our friends were just a few feet away, I would have dropped my shorts as well, but I was enjoying the breeze as it blew up the legs of my shorts and across my pussy, you see I didn’t wear underwear, so if I brought my knees up and opened my legs a bit, everything was open to the breeze. You were busy putting the stuff away from lunch and didn’t notice that I was sunbathing on the rock, until you happened to stop and look up to find me lying there just a few feet away.

You were a little surprised to see that I had taken my top off because our friends were not that far away from us. When you came over to me you just looked at me in astonishment, never had I freely laid there in the sun with my top off and people around, but as you stood there, close enough for me to reach out and touch you, I just smiled at you and rubbed the inside of your leg, letting my hand wander up higher and higher. You slowly moved closer to me, and my hand made its way up your shorts to rest on your cock. I gave it a little squeeze and you gasped. You froze immediately not wanting to attract attention to what I was about to do.

You slowly sat down beside me, my hand still up your shorts and you just placed your hand on my boob and without creating any attention you started to squeeze my nipple. You moved your hand from nipple to nipple, squeezing and pinching me until they went red and hard; all the while you are smiling and talking with our friends. Our friends then decided that they were going to go a bit further down the trail and packed up their stuff and headed out.

Once they were gone, I wrapped my fingers and thumb around your cock and gave it a good squeeze. I can feel you getting hard, so I keep squeezing your cock and then shift to your balls and give them a little massage. Each time I squeeze your cock you squeeze my nipples and they are standing erect and hard. I take my hand out of your shorts, sit up and face you. I pull your shorts down and see your cock spring out. I pull you towards me and guide your red cock head into my mouth. My tongue finds the slit and works its way in and out, licking and sucking you as I take you into my mouth. Your hands lace themselves in my hair, holding my head against you, guiding me back and forth while I suck you, lick you, and nibble your hot cock. I can hear you breathing heavier, and I hear a little moan when I flick and nibble the very tip of your cock. As much as I love the feel of your cum, I don’t want you to cum in my mouth, so I slow down the pace, slide you out of my mouth and slip my hands around your hot rod, and start to pump you and feel you grow harder.

The boulder is quite hard under me, so I get up and lay the towel down on the grass and we lay down. I can see the outline of your hard cock poking through your shorts, begging to be set free, so I pull your shorts down over your cock and grasp you roughly and start to pump you again. Your hands wander to my stomach and slide down the front of my skort. You pull back the skirt part and your fingers probe for my wet pussy. I feel you slide a finger into my hole and slowly draw it back out. My legs immediately open wide for you. Your hand slides under the waistband of my skort and probe around till they find my clit, rubbing it until it grows hard. You roll onto your side facing me, my hand still stroking your cock and keeping it hard, but you take my hand away, pull down my skort and bend your head down so that your tongue probes my clit, dancing along its edge, sucking at its peak, your fingers all the while sliding in and out of me, going deeper finding that special spot. My hand grabs your head and guides it to the fleshy area just below my clit, that’s my favourite place, my most intense place for orgasms. Your tongue laps at my hole drinking in the wetness that has started to ooze, brought on by the attention that my pussy is getting.

Your fingers feel so good, sliding in and out of me, along with the heat of your tongue on my lips and clit. I don’t want to cum, but know that I am close; I want us to explode together. I push your head away, pull your fingers out and pop them into your mouth, open my legs wide and set astride you, slowly sinking your cock into my hole. I am well lubed from your fingers being there, and you slide in so smoothly. I lower myself and lay on you, kissing your neck and chest as I go, finally reaching your lips where we have a slow passionate kiss, as my hips start to grind with yours and my thrust meet yours as you bring your body closer to mine while pushing your pulsating cock into my hot, soaking pussy. We pump faster and faster eagerly awaiting the explosion that we know is coming hard and fast. I feel that tightening in my stomach and know that I’m on the edge, as I arch my back and start to shudder when I feel my hot cum start to flow and just as I start to shudder I hear you growl with the onset of your explosion of hot cum into me. We both are shaking with the eruption of our sex juices combining together creating one hot, velvety, thick cream of love. We keep pumping our bodies together until the last ounce of energy has been expelled. I collapse on top of you, breath coming hard, bodies wet with sweat, and the cream of our afternoon delight trickling out of my cunt as your cock slips out.

As soft slumber overtakes us for the moment, I lay there on top of you, feeling your heart beating, listening to your breathing slowing down, and feeling the warmth of the sun on our bodies. As reality sneaks back to us we gather our clothes, towel and the rest of the picnic stuff and head back to the cottage. We both jump into the shower and get ready for our company to come back.

While we are waiting for our company to come back, I upload the video I took earlier of them on our hike and add this to the video I took last night of us on the dock. Tonight the movie of the week Bayan Escort is going to be the hits of the weekend. I just get the editing done and the video burned onto a disk and our friends walk in, smiling and telling us how great the hike was. They excuse themselves to go shower and change and we start supper. I am still turned on by what happened this afternoon and I let you know this by rubbing against you as you prepare the salad for supper, and just to tease you even more, I stand in front of you on the other side of the kitchen island and slowly unbutton my shirt revealing my ample cleavage bursting from my bra. As I continue to undo my shirt I lean over the counter and pop my tit out and rub it against the counter and feel the coolness hit my nipple. You just stand there in disbelief and stare at what I just did, and with my nipple hard I pop my boob back into my shirt, button it back up and finish helping you with the salad.

Dinner was great, steaks on the barbeque, grilled vegetables, nice romaine and tomato salad and of course a nice bottle or two of wine. Dinner finished, dishes cleared, coffee on, we all strolled out to the front deck. The night was warm and we all enjoyed our coffee while watching the sun go down. You walked down to the fire pit and started a small fire, just enough to roast marshmallows to make Smore’s. We all laughed at that, ‘cause you’re never too old to make Smore’s. While we were roasting our marshmallows I explained to our friends that I had a special video to show everyone tonight for entertainment, and I explained to them that it was something that only the four of us would enjoy. This intrigued our friends and they started to ask me questions about it, but I wouldn’t tell them anything other than they would enjoy it.

Dessert was finished and you put the fire out and I suggested that we all go back inside, change into our jammies or whatever we would be most comfortable in and then we would watch the movie. So off to our bedrooms to change into something comfy, and in my case my button down night shirt, something very accessible and in your case, your comfy pajama shorts, the ones with the button missing on the crotch flap and only being held closed by the elastic band in the waist.

Our friends returned wearing very comfy night wear, he wearing just cutoff track pants and her wearing a pair of baby doll pajamas with a very low neckline, so that when she bent forward you could see her tits and with him, when he sat down you could see the outline of his cock. We opened another bottle of wine, and I had thrown all the large pillows onto the floor along with a couple of blankets and we all gathered there for the video. You turned down the lights, lit a couple candles, and started a small fire, just enough to take the chill out of the air as it was starting to cool down. With everything set, I pressed play and sat opposite our friends to watch the reaction on their faces to seeing our love making session last night on the dock along with the pictures I took of you in the moonlight. As the video of our love making progressed, I saw the surprise on our friend’s faces and they couldn’t stop watching. I watched how they unconsciously started to caress each other as they sat there leaned up against the pillows. His hand was rubbing her thigh through the material, while her hand was rubbing his bare thigh. You were sitting there watching them as well knowing that they were totally oblivious to either of us being there. I could see that your cock was starting to spring up, and I just gave it a quick rub, just enough to say that I’d be giving you more later so please be a patient cock and behave. You gave me that grin and knew exactly what I was doing. They were starting to get into the video as I watched their hands move to skin on skin. His were up her thigh and probing her pussy, while hers was stroking his cock through the front of his shorts. As the video went on I couldn’t help but get wetter and wetter, so I took the plunge and grabbed your cock through the opening of your pj’s where the button was missing. I then slid down in front of you and filled my mouth with you. You were rock hard, and I could feel you throbbing each time I plunged you into my mouth, sucking, licking, and biting you. I held you in my hand and licked your red head, driving my tongue into the slit, biting the ridge and sucking your first drops of dew as they oozed from the tip of your hot cock. Your head was back, your eyes closed, and your hands were holding my head in place, guiding me as I fed your muscle in and out of my hot mouth.

I popped my tits out of my nightshirt and guided your hot cock between them. This is one of your favourite places to be, and I felt you start to move your hips up and down to thrust your cock and feel the friction that it creates when you rub between my tits. Each time you thrust your cock up my tongue met the slit and licked it, this sent shudders down your spine. Your thrusting was getting faster and I could hear and see you starting to get close to cumming. Meanwhile our friends had assumed the 69 position and were enjoying sucking each other. I looked at you and shook my head and whispered “no not yet”, and with that I slowed you down, gave your cock a little kiss and put my tits back in my nightshirt. I pointed to the video and whispered to you that we would cum together when the next video played. Our friends were still enjoying themselves, and once in awhile they would come up for air. On one of these occasions we heard a gasp and that’s when they realized that the video after the stills of you, was of them making out earlier today. You had been waiting patiently for this video to start all the while stroking your hard member. They again were amazed at what they were watching, but seemed to enjoy the effects that it was having on them. They went back to sucking each other and then I saw her pull his cock up and she then straddled him, and he pulled her top off and buried his face in her tits, sucking and biting her nipples while she rode him up and down, her holding on to his shoulders and squatting over his hard large cock. Your stroking was getting faster as you watched them get off on each other, so I knew it was time for some action of my own. I unbuttoned my nightshirt all the way exposing my tits and pussy, and I lay down with my legs facing you. I lifted my left leg and placed it on your shoulder while my right leg bent opening my pussy wide.

You turned, one hand still pumping your cock and the other hand sliding fingers into my hot wet hole. I could feel the wetness growing as you slid your fingers in and out, and then you would lick them off, slide them back in my hole and then pinch my clit. My hands were on my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples, making me moan and grind my hips into your probing hand. I couldn’t take much more and I pulled you to me, my leg still across your shoulder, you turned and in one swift move you drove your hot cock into me, going deep with each stroke. You grabbed my other leg and put it up on your shoulder as well, and this only opened me more, and I felt you reach my sweet spot, the tip of your cock teasing each time you pounded into me. My nipples were rock hard, as your hands squeezed and pinched them, I reached down and grabbed your balls and squeezed them as they slapped against my pussy. We had a fuck fest going on, our friends were grinding into each other, their moans and sighs, getting louder, so you knew they were getting close to cumming. I could feel my body start to tighten and you could feel my cunt grip you as my orgasm built with each thrust that you did. I could feel your cock grow harder and harder and I could hear your breath getting faster and I knew that it wasn’t going to be long until we would be gushing with our cream together. I heard the groan and gasp as our friends started to cum together, and saw how their bodies shook with each spasm as it passed through them, then I felt my spasm start and as it did I felt you thrust into me really hard with your hot cum hitting the walls of my cunt and mixing with the cream of my cum as our bodies shook with huge, creamy, ambrosia orgasms.

Just as this was all happening the video was showing our friends climaxing on the big screen as well, talk about art imitating life and vice versa. All of us were well spent and lay relaxing with our partners, no one saying anything, no one really moving, no one really looking at each other. I slowly got up and put my nightshirt right, bent down and put your cock away in your pj’s, hit stop on the video and poured more wine. I handed you your glass and took a long sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my parched throat. Our friends were basically doing the same thing, she getting her jammies back to normal and him putting his cock back in his pants, so I poured them more wine and sat back.

We all agreed that the video was a hit and that we must do it again before its time to close up the cottage for the winter. A plan was hatched to meet back here at Thanks Giving and make sure the video camera has fresh batteries along with the camera. Wine drank, bodies spent, we blew out the candles, put out the fire and returned to our rooms where we knew that one of two things was going to happen, either more sex or sleep, in our instance it was sleep.

As I got back to editing my photos a grin stayed on my face, knowing that we are all looking forward to Thanksgiving, and the turkey will not be the only thing that will get laid out on the table that weekend, that I am sure of.

The End.

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From:Maui Ben
Subject: Date With Arden

My Date With Arden by Trainerboy

The decision had been made. I had watched him walk to and from the showers
with his dick swinging thru football season and basketball season and now
almost thru baseball season. I dreamed about how long and big his cock
must be when its hard, and just had to find out. I had tried every trick
in my book but hadn’t gotten to first base. So I made the final decision.

Hi to all from trainerboy. I’m a 17 year old high school senior. I’ve
been the head trainer for out sports teams for two years so have seen most
of the good looking guys in school in the nude, have had the opportunity to
massage and give rub downs to some and have even given blow jobs to a few.
But Arden Delta had eluded my every advance.

Arden is a model black student. Great athlete and great student.
Handsome, polite and Always willing to please. But he wasn’t the least bit
interested in a another guy. But I dreamed of what his cock must look like
when its hard and how it must feel going down my throat. I decided I was
desperate and that called for desperate measures. I had messed around with
my girl friend, trying on some of her clothes and we both decided that I
made a passable female so my plan was to go down to the teen club that
Arden spent a lot of time at and seduce him. I new the consequences would
be hard. That first of all he would probably beat the shit out of me when
he found out the tongue he had been sucking on was a guys. And next, all
of his black buddies would know I was a slut and would probably forced me
to be the bang for their gang. (A thought that didn’t entirely turn me
off.) But I decided I had to take the chance.

One Friday after I heard that Arden and his long time girl friend had
broken up and I immediately decided that the next night I would put my plan
into action. Mid afternoon next day I went over to my girl friends house
and we started getting me ready. First I showered and Marsha shaved every
hair off my body including around my balls and cock and my head. Next I
tried on her mother’s wigs and found a chestnut colored one that fit
beautifully. Then she fixed me with panties and bra, medium short skirt
and blouse. I had no tits and didn’t want to chance wearing anything in
the bra so it was just for show. Then Marsha applied makeup. When she was
finished I looked at myself in a full length mirror and really liked what I
saw. I hoped Arden would also. About 9 pm Marsha dropped me off at the
club and my adventure was about Escort to begin.

I walked in to the club and looked around finally spotting Arden with a
group of his friends. I poured my self some punch at the refreshment table
and started chatting with a couple of girls I didn’t know. Then a couple
of girls I knew at school headed for the girls room so I followed. I
decided it was time to find out if I was going to be recognized. The girls
looked at me as I walked into the room but didn’t say anything except Hi.
I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I had past the test. I went back out
to the club just as they announced a girl’s choice dance. I thought it’s
now or never and headed for Arden. Just as I got to him another girl
approached him but I grabbed his hand and smiled at her and said “I got her
first.” Arden kind of laughed but followed me to the dance floor.

“Don’t I know you?” he asked quizzically. “You look very familiar.”

“I know we have never met,” I replied. “I sure wouldn’t forget meeting a
hunk like you. I’m from Martinsville just here for a visit so thought I
see what your club was like.”

We were dancing a slow dance and I did everything I could do but climb his
frame. I rubbed my body on his and held him so tight we were like one
person, dancing around the floor. I began to feel a little bulge against
my stomach and rubbed it when ever I could without being to obvious. Arden
started responding by pushing it harder and harder against me.

When the band started playing faster songs we headed for a table so we
could talk. I made sure I sat next to Arden and ended up resting my hand
on his leg. He turned to sort of face me and put his arm on the back of my
chair. I kind of leaned towards him and suddenly our faces were only inchs
apart. I wanted to kiss him so bad I could hardly hold back. Then without
any warning Arden leaned forward and place his lips on mine. I just about
fell of the chair. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I was in
heaven. Just as quickly Arden stood up and took my hand and said,

“Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ve had just about all I can take of the
crowd.”

“OK,” I replied. “Let’s go.”

When we got in his pickup, Arden looked at me and took my face in his hands
and then planted a kiss on my mouth. And I mean a kiss. I was putty by
the time we came up for air. His hands were all over my bra and I was just
about to go for his cock when he broke off our embrace and started the
engine.

“Let’s find someplace a little more private,” Escort Bayan he said.

“Yes let’s do,” I panted.

I knew I had to move fast once we stopped because his hand was going to be
up my skirt very quickly. If I didn’t have his cock out of his pants and
maybe already sucking it the evening was going to be all over. So the
moment we stopped and Arden reached for me I planted a kiss on him the same
time my hand was finding the bulge in his pants. I rubbed it while he was
once again rubbing my bra and as his hands moved down towards my crotch I
kneeled down on the floor between his legs and started undoing his pants.
His cock was hard and long and I could taste the precum as I took it in my
mouth and gently started sucking it. Arden began to moan and move his
hips, starting to fuck my mouth with the big black tool. I was in complete
extascy, making luv to the man and cock I had dreamed of. But also well
aware that the end could come at any time. After 15 or so minutes of rapt
attention to his cock, he put his hands under my arms to pull me back to
the seat. Then his mouth was on mine and his tongue penetrated my lips and
just as quickly his hand was up under my skirt.

“What the fuck,” he hollered. “You’ve got a cock too. What the fuck is
going on here, I cant fucking believe this.”

With that he pushed me away from him and glowered at me.

“Answer me, What the fuck is going on.”

I decided that the only chance I had was to be honest and point out that he
was really enjoying my blow job and hope that he wouldn’t beat the shit out
of me so I said,

“I’m Byran,” as I pulled of my wig. “I’ve watched you all year and
everytime I see you walking across the dressing room with that beautiful
body and beautiful cock I’ve wanted to suck it and make luv to it. I’ve
tried to get thru to you that I wanted a relationship but you didn’t pay
any attention to me.”

“But I’m not a fucking fag or queer for Christ sake,” he stated. What made
you think you would get away with this, anyway.”

“I was just hoping,” I replied. “I’ve wanted to give you pleasure so bad
it was worth the gamble.”

“What all did you think we would do?” He asked.

“I wanted to suck your cock and maybe drink a load of your cum, and then I
wanted you to fuck my boycunt.” I said.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him and said “I wanted a piece of
ass tonight and a piece of ass im going to get. When I get thru you may
have wished you hadn’t started this little game.”

I knew I was about to get really fucked Bayan Escort and fucked hard. He was mad as
hell and wasn’t going to be the least bit tender. He pushed me over on my
stomach and practically tore my panties off. No spit, no lube nothing he
put the head of his cock against my asshole and pushed. When the head
entered it was like a hand grenade going off in my butt. Pain was
unbelievable. Worse that the very first time. He pushed and pushed until
he was completely buried in me and then started moving it in and out, in
and out. It felt like a post attacking me. When it was all the way in it
felt like it was coming up my throat. He hammered my cunt for about 10
minutes before I felt his cock grow and then felt his hot cum filling me.
After he finished cumming he left his cock in me until it had lost its
hardness. Then he pulled out and sat back to regain his breath.

“Thank you Arden,” I whispered. “Was I so bad.”

“No, you were pretty damn good actually.”

“Can we still be friends?”

“Yeah I guess so as long as you never tell anyone about this night.”

“I promise,” I assured him. “And maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I don’t know about that,” he said.

I had a package of hand wipes in my purse so I took a couple out and
started to clean His cock.

“Well in that case, I want to continue the blowjob right now,” I said. “If
I’m never going to get to play with this and suck this again, I want to
finish you tonight.”

Arden settled back and scooted forward on the seat so I could reach his
cock with my mouth and play with his balls with my hands. Only seconds
went by before he was fully hard again and I was thoroughly enjoying making
luv to his tool. I rubbed his balls as I sucked and licked his cock and
when it was evident his climax was close I relaxed and let him settle
down. Finally when both his hands were behind my head and he was fucking my
mouth in rhythm with my movements his balls got hard and his cock got
bigger and I knew I was in for a big load.

“Please make me cum this time. Please take my load,” Arden begged.

I increased my speed and pressure on his cock as it grew bigger in my
mouth. Then I felt the first hot sticky string of cum hit my throat.
There was so much I almost gagged but adjusted and started swallowing.
Shot after shot I gulped down. Mouthful after mouthful of delicious cum.
His cum session must have lasted 20 seconds and I luved every bit of it.
The Arden laid back in the seat completely drained.

“You are one great cock sucker Byran and also a great piece of ass,” he
panted.

“I’m yours any time you want me,” I said.

Let me know what you think of my stories at itsbeenfun99 at yahoo dot com

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Cole Gets a Surprise

Cole Givens heaved himself up and down with great, ragged, moist, sweaty breaths as the young girl’s body below him made appropriately cushioned wet noises but the feeling had left him. A minute or two ago he was okay. A moment ago he was…he was there, right there, but now something had intervened. The movement was good but something was just not right.
Eighteen she said back at the Shell Key Bar. Cole thought as he squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples. That had turned into seventeen and only just seventeen when Cole did the math off of her driver’s license but he wasn’t complaining and neither was she when she saw either the color of his cash or the size of his need out in the parking lot. Cole ‘s penis was large and that always impressed to girls. Nothing like a big stiff cock on display to get a woman wet.
Then it was a ride back here and a wonderful prelude of discovery. Stripping her velvety soft body was an adventure and a promise. The beginning was easy, it always was, but now all Cole was managing was to enlarge some rug burns on his knees and wrists. The magic, omni feeling had vanished! He had to concentrate.
This dizzy little bitch was in for an experience when he finally managed to… And all he needed was a little more…a little more. Just….
“Oh! ” He exclaimed as he ground his fingers into her buttocks in desperation. It was so close and so…gone! It was just… so mother fucking gone!
Cole felt the desperation as his erection cooled. He thought about the girl next. Arranged as she was he could see the entirety of her sex. At the top of his vision was her anus. Moist and ripe it was moving in and out against the butt plug he had insisted on at the start and she was teasing him, teasing him harder with every little upward jerk of that thick black vinyl plug. His erection began to grow again at the sight of her sex. The girl’s cunt was wet enough and as he watched a drop of her lubricating juices dripped onto the couch leather.
Cole spread those pink lips and stretched them wide. It was time and slowly he reinserted his penis. So warm, so soft against his skin he entered her further and further and quickly he was bottomed out against her cervix. Cole pressed deeper and the girl emitted a short gasp. He was hurting her and so Cole gave her another deep push eliciting another gasp of pain. Her pain excited him and later tonight she would be voicing more than just gasps. Later tonight…
But his erection was cooling again. No matter how hard he tried, no matter which direction he pushed or pulled…even with his free hand helping at the base of his penis it wasn’t working. He just couldn’t…
Something wasn’t working. It just wasn’t. This was taking too long. He had to concentrate better. That was it. Concentrate! Concentrate and stroke evenly, smoothly, just like always…concentrate!
Cole gathered himself one more time and tried with all he had. He focused. He fondled, he probed and he moved. He even moved with her…feeling her feeling him. He listened to the slurpy wet slapping noises and the tactilely expectorated little girl whimpering sighs but still the concentration he needed escaped his psyche into the room at large. It all evaporated in a confusion of images, all of it. He simply could not focus.
It had never been this difficult for him to do that before but recent events now filled Cole ‘s Escort thoughts to overflowing at every corner and even the ample charms of this pale vacationing sylph were not enough to drive them away. He centered himself and his thoughts and tried again…and again…and mightily, he squeezed his erection harder and tried one more time and then…it was over. Not finished, not completed, but…over.
Cole pulled himself free of her cunt and rolled back to a sitting position on his heels as he heard the girl pull her head out of the cushion. As she came up for air she asked.
“What’s the matter, daddy?”
But Cole Givens, the successful developer, didn’t want to discuss either his failure or his inadequacy. He spoke in clipped phrases.
“It’s nothing. Just some business I’ve been worried about. We’ll finish it later.”
The vestiges of a rare smile feebly attempted an uncertain je ne sais quoi as he playfully slapped the girl’s warm, damp and exceedingly ample rump.
She looked petulant as Cole Givens made his excuses. To him she appeared far from satisfied in learning that she still had not grown enough as a woman to be capable of driving other thoughts from her lover, but what can you really tell from an expression.
Cole thought that she retreated into herself as he was speaking but as he reasoned it…she was showing youth. That was the way he preferred them. The younger they were and the more inexperienced, the better.
The girl headed off towards the bathroom as sounds of someone knocking at the door startled Cole Givens. He wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Yes?” He said as he hesitantly approached the door.
“Mister Givens…Jake sent me Mister Givens. We gotta talk.”
Shit! Cole thought as he chewed at one of his knuckles. It was some damn functionary of Jake’s. Now? Now what?
Cole thought for a moment. With Jimmy in the hospital Cole Givens believed that whoever it was couldn’t be very dangerous and so he dismissed the man imperiously and at volume in the otherwise quiet room.
“I’m afraid it’s inconvenient right now. I’m busy! Tell Jake I said, come back in the morning”
Cole listened but there was no reply from the other side of the door. While unexpected, that was easy, too easy, however Cole was too impatient with his own frustrated needs to overanalyze things. In fact, he wasn’t thinking clearly at all since right now, at this very awkward and inopportune moment Cole Givens felt his need beginning to rise once again. He fondled the smooth skin of his penis and pulled his foreskin back from his well lubricated tip. He could smell the girl’s cunt and that smell excited as no other earthly perfume could. With thoughts of the girl bound to the bed upstairs he tickled his glans until pre-cum began to dribble out. It was coming back.
Walking back into the living room with his penis jutting out proudly he was determined to finish what he had started but the girl was still in the bathroom futzing around. She would be back soon enough though. He could wait…until then.
Cole Givens lit a smoke and sat down to enjoy and anticipate. He felt good again, not quite omni yet but very much getting there. There was nothing quite like a cigarette to clear the thoughts, help you focus, help you enjoy. He exhaled the warm comforting first drag into the center of the room and waited for his little tourist to return. That was when he heard the noise.
It Escort Bayan almost wasn’t a noise…not exactly that is. It was more of a wrenching dragging kind of thing but it was muted in a way and coming from the back of the house. At first, Cole thought it might have been the girl wandering around in the dark and so he went down the hall to find out. Cole Givens was halfway to his own bedroom when a door leading to his private study was kicked and splintered into the hall. The door was followed by one of the largest men Cole had ever seen and he came through that doorway fast.
“I said we gotta talk Mister Givens. That means right now.”
Cole ‘s erection cooled rapidly and then shriveled as the larger man approached and then grabbed him by the arm.
“That why you’re so busy Givens. You got time to play with yourself but no time to talk to Jake…Huh?”
“No…Uh you don’t understand…I wasn’t…I’m…I’m sure Jake….”
“Look, Mister Givens, the last time you talked to Jimmy. The way I see it is you got off easy. Now, you talk to me…And Mister Givens…If-you-bullshit-me-I’ll-hurt-you.” The man said as he batted a fake towards Cole ‘s crotch. “Jake said if I had to, it was okay.”
“Look,” Cole said as he instinctively pulled back. “…I don’t know who you are but Jake hasn’t called me and I’m….”
“I’m Sally Levesque Mister Givens. I work for Jimmy and Jake. I do all kind of things for them…special things and Jake don’t need to call. He sent me instead. When he does that it’s better he doesn’t call first.
“I don’t think he trusts you Mister Givens…No! He don’t! Not after what happened to Jimmy.”
“I don’t know anything about that. I….”
“That’s a good start, real good but that’s what we are going to find out Mister Givens.” Sally Levesque leaned in closely to say. ” Just-what-happened-to-Jimmy. Jake is real concerned about that and he thinks you might know something.”
“But I…I didn’t have anything to do with that. After Jimmy left here I never saw him. I didn’t even know he was going to see the commissioner until after DiLauro called here…”
“The commissioner called you Mister Givens?”
“Last night…Last night he did. Yes! It…It was late. He talked about a…delivery and a message.”
“He told you Jimmy was there?”
“No. No he, he…he didn’t. He told me the delivery was…it was short. He said the delivery was short and made accusations and then…I think I might have mentioned …uh. I can’t remember.”
“That would not be good if you mentioned Jimmy, not good at all. Now listen real close Mister Givens. You are going to need to remember. Jake is going to insist on that. Now get your pants on so I don’t have to look at that little thing. We’re leaving.”
Cole Givens knew that any resistance was going to be fruitless. All he could do was tough this out. Jake would understand. Cole knew he had not been absolutely honest about events but there was a way to spin that. There always was. Jake would understand.
Cole querulously edged past Sally Levesque and past the broken door into his bedroom where he started putting on the same clothes he had just removed in advance of his efforts with the tourist girl.
Strange, she still had to be in the bathroom and probably was staying quiet after all the commotion. She must have heard the conversation with Sally and was probably afraid to come out. That would be logical…It would be smart. Still, Cole wished Bayan Escort that he could get her out of the house. He was still evaluating the risks when Sally Levesque entered the room.
“C’mon…You playin’ with yourself again Mister Givens? Speed it up! Jake is waiting.”
It was plain that Cole had little choice. He hurriedly fastened his belt and slicked at his remaining hair and then Sally pushed him towards the front door. The girl still hadn’t showed as the door slammed shut.
“We’ll take my car Mister Givens. That way I can always bring you back…if your story checks out.”
A forlorn Cole Givens looked back as the car accelerated down the drive. At that moment there was little he could do but hope he would ever see this place again and that the girl would not rip him off during his absence. If he had been better able to focus on particulars of the scene, Cole Givens might have been able to identify that same tourist girl looking out of the bedroom window during his departure. He might even have been able to see the cell phone pressed to her ear. Of course there was no way he would have been able to hear what she was saying. If he could then he would know for sure that he had been taken by a pro. Oh well, Cole Givens had quite enough to worry about at that moment without more complications.
* * *
Darlene Delacroix lit a cigarette and dialed before watching the dark colored car recede down the drive. While waiting, she idly fingered and then absently shook the small cloudy vial of ketamine hydrochloride that would now be unnecessary. She breathed a sigh of relief and a moment later her call was answered by a man in a phone booth not far away.
“He’s gone…I don’t know. Some other man was here…some big guy. He broke in really and then he took Givens away. Said he was taking him to Jake…”
The person on the other end of the line spoke and asked a question but Darlene Delacroix did not have a definitive answer. She just said.
“I guess but we’ve got some time. When will you be here?”
The answer must have been what she was hoping to hear for a moment later the girl just said. “Okay…okay…I’ll be here.” And the conversation ended.
She closed the phone and toweled again briskly at her short hair. Although the shower and douche was brief she had still been able to wash the man’s smell away from her skin if not from her memory and now she began to dress. Thankfully she had fresh underwear in her purse. A girl had to be prepared after all.
To watch her from a distance she certainly appeared to be quite young. It was genetics really but she always had been able to give that singular impression when needed. Playing an impressionable tourist girl was far from a difficult task and this man had simply believed what she presented and what he wanted to see. The predictable creatures, they usually did, Darlene thought.
It was false though, all of it. From the tips of her ‘playful pink’ lacquered toes to the fruity bubblegum she habitually chewed, all the way to the ‘hello kitty’ accessories casually arranged inside her purse, Darlene Delacroix was a seasoned and well paid professional in the art of giving a man exactly what he wanted. She was also a gifted graduate in journalism from Columbia University. This was her third assignment working with Tom Sawyer and for enduring the twenty minutes of groping, which was all that Cole Givens could provide it was one that paid very well. After all, college loans were expensive.
She lit another smoke and went back to primping as she waited, oblivious to the man watching from outside.
* * *

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Spin Dinner Party Ch 4

“How about another dip in the hot tub? Anybody interested?” I asked.

That sounds perfect. Alex, you going to give John a blow job this time?” Cara said giggling.

Alex gave Cara a stern look and before Alex could say anything Cara added, “I was just teasing and maybe hoping a little bit too.”

We all stripped off our clothes and headed out to the hot tub. Cara’s long lean figure instantly had my cock at full attention.

Alex wasn’t lying, my wife, Amy has a spectacular ass, especially when she is bent over but it is nothing compared to Cara’s. Cara’s ass is rock solid and forms a perfect heart when she bends over, with her thin tight pink pussy lips peeking out between her thighs.

Amy grabbed me and held me back for a second.

“Babe, remind me to read you Maria’s texts later, you want to hear what she had to say. Maria and Javier want to get together with us again as well, either with just us or one of the other couples from last night,” Amy said. Then turned and followed Cara and Alex out to the hot tub.

My head was reeling as I followed two naked gorgeous ladies and their flawless butts out to the hot tub.

We all got in the tub and as horny as we all were for each other, there was a few moments of awkwardness.

Cara grabbed Amy and said, “Sexy lady, I need to have you for dessert.” Cara proceeded to lift Amy onto the edge of the hot tub deck and buried her face in my wife’s willing spread open legs.

Cara ran her tongue up and down between Amy’s swollen lips. Every time Cara ran her tongue over Amy’s clit Amy would moan and grunt. Amy was doing everything she could to spread her legs as far as possible for Cara’s hungry mouth and tongue.

Alex got up on the edge of the hot tub deck next to Amy and held one of Amy’s legs open for Cara. Alex was rock hard and his long cock was sticking straight up.

Amy reached over and wrapped her small hand around the base of Alex’s rod which left two or three inches exposed sticking out of the top of her hand.

Alex was focused on his wife and her cunt eating skills.

My cock was rock hard watching Cara’s perfect round ass swaying from side to side as she attacked my wife’s pussy.

I shifted my eyes to watch Amy’s hand on Alex’s cock. She wasn’t stroking it; she was just holding it in her hand. His engorged cock head looked like it was pulsating he was so hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock head.

Then Amy’s comment about how good Alex’s cum taste, popped into my head. My balls tingled with the thought. Without realizing it I was licking my lips. The thought of having his swollen cock head in my mouth crossed my mind and I found myself moving towards the three of them.

Alex said, “Get in there John, fuck that hot Irish cunt. Leave no doubt she is your whore.”

That snapped me out of my thoughts of having Alex’s cock in my mouth.

I moved in behind Cara and drove my cock balls deep into her tight young fuck hole.

Cara when wild.

She looked up at Alex and said, “your wife is John’s Irish gee bag. My cunt has never felt so full and stretched tight. I can’t get enough of his fat cock.”

Then she buried her face back in Amy’s pussy.

I was ramming my cock into Cara as hard as could and she was taking every inch over and over. Every time I buried my shaft in her hole she would squeal and grunt.

I looked over at Alex’s cock and Amy had started stroking him. I looked just in time to see him erupt with a huge stream of cum. His cock looked like a cum fountain as his first squirts shot straight up in the air. The rest of his load dribbled out and down his cock for Amy to rub into his shaft.

Cara tensed up and exploded with her own orgasm. Her vaginal walls squeezing my cock as she climaxed.

Cara instantly pulled off my cock and turned around to take me in her mouth. Looking up at me with her big blue eyes she said, “feed me, baby. I want all you have to give me. Make me take your load and complete my training as your gee bag whore.”

Cara was rambling in her husky Irish brogue again and it was hard to understand her at times. She kept calling herself gee bag and I made a mental note to ask Alex what that meant.

I emptied my load in Cara’s mouth and she sucked every last drop out of my balls and continued sucking my cock until I couldn’t take anymore and pulled my cock out of this gorgeous horny slut’s mouth.

I looked up to see Amy licking and sucking Alex’s cock. I heard her say, “Your cum is too yummy to waste.”

It was almost 9:00 now and it finally looked like we were all spent. We soaked in the tub for a while longer and then got out and dried off.

“I don’t want this night to end,” Cara said

“You horny slut, just think about next month and the ten days we have together at Desire,” Amy said.

We chatted a bit more and then it was time for Alex and Cara to leave. Not that I wanted her to, but there is always tomorrow I thought.

When we got to the door Amy said, “Did you two really Escort drive over here naked?”

Alex smiling said, “Yep, my horny wife didn’t want to waste any time getting naked. You should have seen the spot she left on the car seat.”

“Hey, I couldn’t help it. My fanny has been fluttering since we left the party last night. It is still fluttering, even as sore and thoroughly fucked out as it is,” Cara said her blue eyes burned into me.

Amy opened the door and Alex darted out to the car and opened the doors.

Cara smiling, sauntered out to the car. Taking her time as if she was hoping the neighbors saw her.

Amy and Cara blew each other kisses and we watched them drive away.

Amy looked at me and said, “Well, did you have fun this weekend babe? Sorry, you had to endure that boring dinner party with all my spin girlfriends.”

With a smile on my face, “Yeah it was ok.”

Amy punched me in my arm and said, “Come on, you better have something left in that fat cock for my cunt.”

We went upstairs to our bedroom and crawled into bed. Amy was up on her knees instantly and in her deep husky voice said, “Fuck your horny wife’s hot cunt like the slut you made her for your fat cock.”

We fucked each other with wild abandon like it was our last night on earth. I was surprised either of us had anything left, to be honest.

When we finished I said, “Damn you are still the best piece of ass I have ever had.”

Amy kissed me, “Well this piece of ass belongs to you babe and I will never say no to you. You’re the love of my life, babe.”

We were cuddled up and I asked, “Babe, did you seriously tell Cara you are ok with me fucking her whenever I want? What about our rule of only fucking other people when we are together?”

“Cara is your one hall pass, well for now that is. You do have to tell me all about it as soon as you get home though ok? And I mean detailed description. You don’t have to tell me in advance but as soon as you see me afterward you have to tell me and you have to be fucking me while you tell me about it, so don’t let your hot Irish whore leave you empty for your wife.”

I looked at her perplexed. This was an entirely new situation.

Amy noticing my look said, “Babe, all of my friends tell me how lucky I am to have you, and they are right. I feel like the luckiest girl alive. Besides being the best fuck I have ever had, yes that includes when Jack fucks me with his long fat cock, you take care of me in every way possible. You feed my soul. So I shouldn’t deprive my friends of enjoying your sexual prowess. Just so long as you tell me about it afterward. To be honest, I get really hot thinking about you fucking one of my girlfriends, especially without me knowing. How she thought she was seducing you, but all along you had my permission to fuck her brains out. Just remember, afterward, you have to come home and fuck me the same way and tell me all about it while you empty your balls in my cunt.”

Amy said, “Crap, almost forgot.” Amy grabbed her phone

“What?” I asked. My head spinning with all of this.

“The text from Maria earlier. Besides saying how much fun she had last night she was very disappointed that Javier interrupted you and her just as she was about to have you in her hot fat Hispanic taco. Damn, she has big fat pussy lips. “

Laughing I said, “Yeah right, she didn’t look disappointed at all. What did she really text you?

Amy rolled off of me and got her phone and read the text.

“Amy, thank you again for last night. That was the most fun I have had in a very long time. All our girlfriends are so sexy. That was the first time I have ever had a woman eat my pussy. Last night convinced me I have been missing out. I have fantasized about women all my life, but such things are frowned upon in the Hispanic culture. Would you and John like to get together with Javier and me sometime? Just the four of us? Or maybe just me, you and John? Which is what I would truly prefer. I was disappointed that Javier interrupted John last night. My pussy is muy caliente for his fat cock. I can’t stop thinking about spreading my legs for John. I hope that’s ok Amy. Lisa texted me this morning and said how much she enjoyed last night and especially when John fucked her, but then, it looked like she enjoyed fucking every one of the husbands last night. I don’t think she missed any of them.”

I looked at Amy shocked. Last night when Javier pushed me out of the way, I figured Javier didn’t want Maria fucking anybody else either that or Maria was craving her husband’s large cock.

Amy smiling said, “See babe, all my horny girlfriends want to fuck you. It’s just like all the couples we play with. We start out saying we are soft swap only and next thing you know, the women are either jumping on you or begging me to let them feel your fat cock sliding into their hungry cunt hole.”

“Well I am a giver,” I said sarcastically

“Yes, you are babe. You give it to me the best I have ever had and you just made Cara your dirty Escort Bayan Irish whore. Cara had mentioned to me how much she wanted to let go and be treated like a whore but I had no idea she was going to let go that much or tell you she was your whore now,” Amy said.

I said, “Ok, let me get this straight, you are totally ok with me calling Cara tomorrow and tell her to come fuck me at my office?”

“Yep, just as long as when you get home you bend me over and tell me all about it. I want to hear stroke for stroke how you fucked that tight pink cunt of hers,” Amy said in her husky voice.

Smiling I said, “I kind of get the feeling you want me to be your hot husband.”

In the lifestyle, some couples play a scenario called “hot wife.” The wife is allowed to go out and date other men or women on her own. Then when she gets home she tells her husband all about who she fucked and how much she enjoyed it. Some go so far as to venture into a cuckold lifestyle. Not something either Amy or I am interested in.

“Well you are my hot husband and for now, you have a hall pass with Cara and only Cara. Play your cards right and I might add Maria to your dance card too. From the sound of her text, she would like that, but don’t jump ahead. For now, it is just Cara,” Amy said.

My head spinning with all of this and the image of Amy taking Jason in her ass and Alex in her pussy popped into my head.

“Hey, by the way, what made you give up your ass to Jason? That was quite the shock, and so fucking hot. Cara’s pussy clamped down on my cock so tight I literally thought she was trying to milk my cock when she watched Jason enter your ass.”

Amy turned beet red and said, “I don’t know why. Alex just kept whispering to me how hot and sexy I looked and what a great ass I have. It was a shame I didn’t let Jason fuck my ass. Then Jason started massaging my asshole and it felt really good. I was so horny by then I just went with it. Alex kept whispering that if I liked Jason’s thumb in my ass, his cock would feel even better.”

My cock was rock hard again as Amy told me how it happened.

“Alex then whispered to me that I should go get some lube. Before I knew what I was doing I was handing the lube to Jason and he was lubing up my ass. When his swollen cock head entered me, I saw stars. I was expecting it to hurt like hell, but it felt incredible. The more of Jason’s cock that entered me the more I wanted. Then when the two of them started fucking me in unison I could feel their cocks rubbing against each other inside me. I came so hard I couldn’t believe it and didn’t want it to stop. When Jason said he was about to cum I came back to earth and didn’t want the mess of that so I told him to pull out,” Amy was breathing heavily now and her voice was cracking and husky with lust.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I couldn’t believe it, after all the fucking we had done today we had one last fuck in us. Amy climbed on top of me proceeded to fuck me like she was riding a wild horse.”

When we finished, Amy said, “Now don’t be getting any ideas about fucking me in my ass. Jason’s cock is just the right size, your cock is too fat. Alex’s might be ok though, although he is long, but not nearly as thick as you. I understand why Cara loves you stretching that tight little cunt of hers with your beautiful thick cock.”

“One other thing, I didn’t appreciate you telling them I have sucked cock and fucked a guy,” I said.

“Sorry about that babe, it just kind of came out. I knew when I said it, it was wrong of me. I am sorry,” Amy said softly.

“That’s ok, babe, it’s not like you made it up,” I said laughing.

Giggling Amy said, “Well I wouldn’t mind watching you and Cara suck Alex’s cock together, and then Alex and I can suck your fat cock.”

“Stop, my cock is sore and if you keep going I am going to need to shove it into your hot cunt again,” I said.

Amy was just about to say something when my phone chimed with a text.

“Who’s texting me at this time of night,” I said.

I opened my text to see a number I didn’t recognize.

Opening the text I read, “John, my wife didn’t want you to forget she is your dirty Irish whore. Her Irish fanny is fluttering for your fat cock” Attached was a photo of Cara sitting in the car, still naked and her legs spread. Her pink Irish pussy in full display, still swollen and wet. Her clit is fully engorged and needing attention.

I showed it to Amy and she said, “Damn that looks good enough to eat, oops I did. So you going to fuck her tomorrow babe?”

Laughing at my wife, “Babe, I think I am going to need at least a day or two to recover. Plus let’s see how Cara feels about all of this once she has some time to think about it all. You remember the first time we played, while we had a great time and you and I fucked like rabbits for weeks afterward, we did have some second thoughts about doing it again.”

“I was just teasing Babe, but I am serious about the hall pass. You should take advantage of that before Bayan Escort I get jealous of you sticking your cock in that gorgeous Irish whore,” Amy said with a smile.

We snuggled up and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning came around way too fast. Amy and I struggled to get going, but I did sneak in a quick morning fuck.. Always a great way to greet a Monday.

The day dragged on but it finally came to an end and I head home. Cara’s perfect naked body and creamy tight pussy kept me distracted most of the day and I got very little work done. Normally I stop by the gym after work on Monday but today, I just wanted to get home.

When I pulled into the garage I noticed Amy’s car was already parked, which was odd as Monday is spin class with her friends.

I entered the house to find Amy laying on the couch in her workout outfit.

“Hey babe, what are you doing home? Spin class canceled today?” I asked.

“Oh, I went, but Barb was the only other girl from my group there. She was only there to say she wasn’t going to stay for the class. She asked if I had heard from any of the other girls. She told me Lisa spent all day Sunday on her back with Isaac on top of her. She is very happy our plan worked out so well. Told her we had Cara and Alex over for dinner yesterday, I didn’t mention Kristie and Jason came over as well, or that we all got naked and fucked,” Amy said.

“So you didn’t go because none of the other girls were there? That doesn’t sound like you, missing a spin class because the rest of the group didn’t show up,” I said.

“Well, to be honest, my coochy is sore and my asshole is really sore and tender. It’s like someone stuck a cock in my ass yesterday,” Amy said laughing, then went on, “How come you aren’t at the gym? You always go on Mondays too. Did you fuck Cara today and needed to come home and tell me all about it?”

“Oh lord no, not that she wasn’t on my mind all day and the thought of bending her over my desk would be fun. But I am bushed and just wanted to come home and relax,” I said.

Amy laughing at me said, “What’s a matter stud? That twenty-eight-year-old Irish whore of yours wear you out yesterday? You better start eating more Wheaties, or you are going to have some unhappy ladies Friday.”

“What’s happening Friday?” I asked.

“Cara and Alex are coming for dinner along with Maria,” Amy said.

“Maria and Javier both right?” I asked

“Nope, Maria told me Javier is going out of town Thursday until Sunday for a custom home builders show in Vegas. Maria said she should get to have some fun too, seeing as she knew Javier would be having fun in Vegas,” Amy explained.

“So she is coming over without telling Javier? Are we sure we want to get in the middle of that?” I asked slightly concerned.

“What, she is just coming over Friday afternoon to sunbathe with me and then have dinner with all of us. What on earth do you think is going to happen?” Amy asked very sarcastically.

Laughing at her response I said, “Can you pick up the jumbo-size box of Wheaties tomorrow, please? I think I am going to need it.”

We had a nice dinner together but the topic of conversation was the spin women. Amy’s phone had been buzzing non-stop from the moment I got home.

I kept asking her what was up but she said, it was girl talk and mind my own business. I finally gave up asking and turned on the TV. We both turned in around 9:30 and Amy’s phone continued buzzing. She finally got up and went into the other room to continue the text conversations that were going on between all the women. I was dying to know what was going on, but I knew Amy would tell me in good time.

Tuesday was a rather bland day. We were both up early and off to work.

Wednesday morning started much the same as Tuesday, we were both off to work, and another day slogged by. My head still spinning with how things had evolved from the dinner party. My cock got the better of me and I texted Cara asking if she was going to the gym tonight. She responded instantly that she would if I wanted her to and then asked if there was anything special I would like for her to wear so I can work her out.

My cock got hard and throbbing when I responded to tell her she looks great in anything she wears and looks even better naked.

She responded saying her fanny was fluttering thinking about the workout she hoped I would be giving it later this evening.

I couldn’t help myself I had to go the bathroom and rub one out, Cara’s simple words had me so hard. I blew a huge load and for a few seconds I contemplated telling Cara to come to my office right now as I needed to fuck her, but when I came out of the bathroom the sales manager reminded me we had a conference call with one of our top customers. Mumbling to myself like a little kid that just got told there was no more ice cream I went back to my office.

The workday was finally done and I rushed off to the gym. I was disappointed when I got there that Cara was nowhere to be found. I thought, crap, I am going to have to work out for real.

The gym was busy like it always is right after work. I started my workout and was in the middle of my first set when I heard the guy next to me let out a low whistle and say, “Holy shit she is hot.”

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