An Accidental Quarantine Ch. 03 – Final

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Thank you for reading this series. I have enjoyed creating this story.

This episode will close the door on Thomas and Sarah’s quarantine adventure but will, perhaps, open another for Thomas.

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The days march on in quarantine. Thomas and Sarah lose track of what day it is as they revel in each other’s company. The days are full of burgeoning lust and brilliant conversation. The torrid nights leave them fuck drunk, and the mornings are erotic and tender.

The day 10 check up by the department of health was uneventful—no fevers, no symptoms. Day 14, a Friday, arrived and the final check from the department of health was done by early afternoon. Neither had symptoms and Thomas and Sarah were advised they free to leave the apartment!

All this freedom, but where were they going to go? The bustling metropolis of New York was eerily quiet. Museums are closed, restaurants are closed and bars are closed. Despite this, they ventured out and walked around Thomas’s neighborhood enjoying the afternoon sunlight. Even though the day was fading, the sun on their skin felt so beautiful.

They walked a lot that afternoon—ambling along arm in arm or hand in hand talking. This was to be their last night together, as their trip was supposed to return the next day, and thus their time together would be over.

Thomas had to get something off his chest.

“Sarah” he began, “these two weeks have been amazing. We’ve known each other for many months and it has been a blessing, but during these weeks you have given me so much more than I could have ever expected. Confidence, passion, creativity and even fearlessness.”

Thomas continued, “You have given me back a sense of myself, the confidence that I have passion and love to give and that I deserve it in return. More than your friendship and the special bond we’ll always share from this experience, that confidence is something I can never fully repay.”

“Despite not being able to go where we planned, this has been an amazing time.”

Sarah stopped Thomas and took his face in her hands, “Thomas, you are a wonderful human, a wonderful lover and an incredible father. You deserve happiness and contentment.”

She kissed him deeply, tongues dancing, breath suddenly ragged, arms wrapping tightly around one another. They were immersed in only each other as if underwater. No cared that they carried on for several minutes. If it was a normal Friday in New York they would have been accosted in a “New York Minute” but not today.

The kiss reluctantly broke and they resumed their walk, heading back to the apartment.

While walking, Sarah said “I am happy for you, and proud of you for opening yourself up to me, and to love. What do you think life will be like for you now? What do you seek?”

Ever pensive, Thomas was silent a moment before answering. “I search for fulfillment. Emotional,

physical, sexual fulfillment. It sounds selfish when said out loud, but part of that is achieved through

giving. Achieving fulfillment through giving it to another. I’ve raised kids, sacrificed for a family,

provided for family. I would like a partner who understands and has a similar perspective. Gaining

through giving.

I don’t want to be on Tinder or Match or any of that. I feel like I am open to receive now when I wasn’t

before.”

Sarah nodded thoughtfully, saying “Gaining through giving, can I use that sometime?”

Thomas laughed “Of course! By the way, don’t think you are getting rid of me even with this opened

heart. I will still be booking you up once a month!”

Sarah laughed and added “We will have a hard time topping this stretch, but trying will sure be fun!”

They returned to the apartment and wanted to freshen up before dinner. Sarah showered first, then Thomas.

When Thomas came out of the shower, he was just in a robe and he meandered to the kitchen. Sarah was at the stove waiting for a pot to boil. She was naked save for an apron. It was an incredible sight. The contrast of her long dark hair against her flawless skin was striking. As were the sensuous curves of her butt and the sides of her breasts. The apron was tied loosely and she was seemingly lost in thought.

Thomas’s robe parted as his cock swelled. He came up behind her and leaned to her ear while pressing himself against her.

“Turn off the stove” he whispered firmly as his hands slid under the apron and up to her delightful C cup breasts. Her nipples were hard instantly as his hands brushed over them.

He nibbled at her ear, and kissed his way softly down her neck and along her shoulder. His hands continued to stroke her gently, now one hand on her breast and another drawing gentle curves down her abdomen toward her smooth mound. His deft touch and whisper soft kisses brought out goosebumps all over her. He was only a few inches taller than her 5’5″ frame, but yet seemed more imposing in this position.

“I love the way you touch me” she Escort bayan said. “I cannot get enough of it.”

His hands continued to tweak and tease her, he pulled her back into him and she felt his rigid cock press between her cheeks. One of his hands untied the apron, and he used the other to pull it off of her.

She was gently grinding her butt against his hardness, and she reached behind her to pull his robe the rest of the way open.

“I need you” he moaned.

“Take me here” she whispered.

He spun her around, picked her up and turned to put her on the butcher block island behind him. Her legs were spread and she lay back, mostly supported by the island. His robe fell to the floor and they were both naked.

He took the apron he had taken off her and covered her eyes with it, gently tying it around her head as a makeshift blindfold. “I promise I won’t hurt you” he whispered. “I just want to tease a little.”

She was breathing heavily as his fingers gently traced up her calf to tickle her behind her knee. She giggled, and he took his hand away. Several seconds passed with no sound and no touching. She writhed and whined, aching for his touch. He watched her perfect breasts rise and fall with each breath, and her beautiful pussy gathered moisture as she became more aroused.

His next touch was halfway up her thigh tracing toward her pussy while blowing on it with the gentlest of breath. She quivered as his hands neared her core when he abruptly stopped. Next he took his fingers and traced her collarbone and down through her cleavage. He took a clean pastry brush from the drawer and brushed gently over a nipple. They both gasped at how quickly her nipple stiffened, and it was aching to be devoured.

Thomas touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Sarah reacted like a small shock passed through her. After doing the same to the other nipple, he paused a moment. Her breasts were heaving. He placed his mouth at the top of her breast, consuming as much as he could. Sarah cried out in ecstasy, and began to grind her groin against Thomas.

Thomas continued to tease her with feather light touches and kisses. He kissed a trail down her belly to her mound. He randomly kissed each petal of her glorious flower, doing so to heighten the sensation. Sarah was going crazy with the removal of her sight and the random jolts of pleasure generated by touch. Several more passes with lips and fingers had Sarah on the verge of cumming.

Thomas could sense this and he decided to end the tease. He bent low, blew delicately on her flower and then, with a firm tongue, licked from her perineum to her clit. This elicited a near scream as she grabbed his head and held it to her pussy. He licked and kissed her labia as she gyrated her hips. His tongue dove into her silky sweet depths, searching for the source of her copious wetness.

His tongue rolled up to her clit and flicked it as her breath became jagged and ragged. He gently pursed his lips around her clit and gently sucked and her moans rose in pitch. Two fingers found their way into her folds and curled just enough to touch her spot. She went off like a rocket.

“Ahhh! I’m cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnngg!”

She continued “Oh, oh, ohhhhh THOOOOMMMMAAAS!!”

Her walls clamped on his fingers and she quivered from head to toe. Her pussy was flooded with her nectar, and Thomas drank from her deeply.

He paused and rose and removed the apron from her eyes. She sat up urgently and took his mouth in hers in a passionate, almost angry, kiss. Tongues lashed against each other as each moaned into the others mouth.

“Oh my god, where did that come from?” She demanded. “I need you now Thomas, please?” she pleaded, as she grabbed his turgid cock and stroked it.

He grabbed a condom from his robe and was sheathed up in a second. There was no more teasing. He was achingly hard and she was ready.

He speared into her pussy in one smooth thrust and both cried out “YES” in ecstasy.

He held himself in her for a moment, and they kissed feverishly. Their bodies were tight together now, holding each other in this most intimate and passionate embrace. They broke their kiss and Thomas began to stroke himself into her firmly.

The collision of their bodies shook the table.

The room filled with muffled moans. Their tongues danced while their fingernails dug into each other. With panting and ragged breath they urged each other on. Sarah begged for more, imploring Thomas to push further and faster into her.

The climbed the mountain toward their climaxes when Sarah, her mouth frozen in an ‘O’ leaned back and rolled her eyes back as the orgasm finally arrived. Thomas felt her pussy clench and ripple around his steely shaft. He stopped thrusting and held tightly to her. She bucked and writhed for several seconds before finally taking a deep breath and letting out a long wail “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH YYEEEESSSSS!”

And she continued “UNGH! Oh God! More, please more!”

Thomas Bayan escort started to drive into her again in earnest. Though he had been close to cumming, this pause gave him just enough recovery to carry on to give her one more. Onward he pushed, sliding into her slippery slick sex again and again.

They grunted in unison as their bodies collided rhythmically. “Unh…unh…unh!” “Yes…yes…yes!”

Sarah cried, “Please come with me! Pleeeeaaaassseeee!”

Thomas had been holding back, but with that he let go with a groan that lasted several seconds “Ahhhhhh! Oh my god!” He swelled and burst inside the condom as Sarah shrieked with her own orgasm. She laid back fully on the island, quivering with delight.

As both came down from their highs, Thomas shuddered and fell onto her. His hot breath was on her heaving breasts. Both were a satiated, spent, sweaty mess.

They shared some tender kisses before disengaging and cleaning themselves up. Cooking wasn’t going to happen. Dinner that night became takeout in their bathrobes with plenty of fine wine and giggles; and sleep washed over them quickly.

The last day of their time together dawned as a gorgeous spring morning with bright sun and gentle breezes filtering in the bedroom window. Both Thomas and Sarah were awake early, freshened themselves up and lay again together in bed talking, laughing, tickling and teasing.

Thomas upped the ante by taking Sarah’s hand and gently kissing each fingertip. She then took one of his hands and gently sucked the tip of each finger into her hot mouth. Thomas closed his eyes as she did that and could almost imagine that velvety soft mouth on his cock, quickly bringing him to hardness.

He opened his eyes again and leaned into her, kissing down her neck, along her collarbone and down to her full breast and firm nipple. He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, which brought out a soft moan from Sarah.

He moved closer to her, pressing his full length against her body, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Thomas’ hands firmly but softly caressed her curves. He could not get enough of her. Her skin was smooth and firm, yet soft and sensuous. He palmed her breasts in his hands and further teased her nipples to aching hardness with his palms.

He kissed his way down her body, teasing her navel with his tongue before continuing his journey to her treasure. Her skin was glowing in the morning light with the flush of her arousal. Even before he reached her mound, she was lifting her pelvis up to meet his kisses.

He reached her core with his kisses and he pulled her to the side of the bed, him kneeling on the floor and her legs on his shoulders. With a firm tongue he dove into her depths, feasting on her sweet, musky treasure. Thomas licked up and down her pussy, flicking his tongue across her clit briefly, causing Sarah to jolt and shriek with pleasure.

He then locked his lips on her clit and hummed–and the vibrations triggered a staccato of expletives from her as she came hard. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” she exclaimed.

“OH MY GOOOODDDD! AHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK! Yes, yes yesssssss!” Sarah continued. Her words turning to gibberish “Ohmy ohhh, ghnuuuk unnnnnnggggghhhhhh!”

She writhed and bucked as Thomas held on for the ride. As Sarah quieted down, a gasp filtered in the room from the doorway. Thomas looked up from Sarah’s pussy just as Sarah tilted her head all the way back to see the housekeeper, Maria, standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.

“Well shit” Thomas thought. He quite suddenly remembered that he had arranged and prepaid for his housekeeper to clean his apartment on Saturday (that day) so he would arrive home to a clean place. Maria was certainly not aware of the change in plans.

Maria has worked for Thomas since he moved in. She is of Brazilian descent, 5’7″ and fit. Over time, Thomas came to know that she is 36 years old and divorced with teenage son. She has an alluring look, a sexy accent and a very firm but curvaceous body. She was sexy, there is no doubt about it, but she was also kind. Maria always made time to chat with Thomas after she finished her cleaning. She would enjoy a cup of coffee with him at times, and he welcomed their friendship.

There is no question that Thomas was attracted to her, and he thought she often had a sultry look in her eyes when they spoke. He also noted that her nipples were often hard when she was there, as if she was aroused. His better angels kept him from acting on any of his impulses, though there were many nights where Thomas gained release while thinking of her.

Thomas and Sarah are busted. Maria is clearly surprised but curiously not leaving. Maria recovers her senses enough to say “Hello Thomas, I am sorry to interrupt you.” but still does not make a move to leave.

Sarah recognizes Maria’s interest right away, and encourages Thomas to continue what he’s doing. “I think she likes to watch. Go on.”

Thomas Escort begins teasing Sarah again with his mouth, and Sarah, still very much aroused from her orgasm and now this new sensual twist, reacts immediately, urging Thomas on. “Yesssss! Oh you are so good at that! Put your fingers in me!”

Thomas flicks her clit with his tongue and inserts two digits in her velvety hot folds. Sarah squirms, pants heavily and shrieks as he curls his fingers to touch her g-spot “Aaahhhiieeeee! Oh Goooodd!”

Sarah turns quiet a moment as she arches her back off the bed and grinds her pussy against Thomas’s face. Her core is trembling as the sensations ricochet across her body. She settles down and regains her breath and moans “OK, you need to stop!”

Maria has still not moved from the doorway, eyes still wide and mouth slightly agape. Her hands are gently stroking her own body. Sarah looks at her, and beckons her with a finger. Maria, almost in a trance, comes to the edge of the bed where Sarah has stood herself up on her knees. Sarah whispers something in Maria’s ear that Thomas cannot hear while she lightly traces her hand up from Maria’s wrist to her bicep. Maria’s reaction to the whisper and the touch is palpable. Her breath catches, her nipples distend further.

Thomas has gotten himself up off the floor and is standing, naked and aroused, watching the two of them and their brief exchange. Maria walks to Thomas and wordlessly places her hand behind his head and pulls him into a kiss. Not a chaste peck, but a primal, passionate plunge of tongues and moans and nips. Their passion explodes and drenches them as if in a rainstorm, consuming them in the deluge.

Thomas ran his hand under her tank to cup her breasts. Maria broke the kiss long enough to shed her top and sports bra to reveal her glorious globes. Proud D cups with half dollar sized dark nipples stood out from her olive skinned, tightly toned frame. Her nipples were firm and erect and Thomas latched onto them with one hand and his mouth.

Maria was on fire. She had not been touched like this in too long, and her own hands were grabbing Thomas tightly around his head and back, clutching him to her. She pushed Thomas’ head to her other breast so his ministrations could be equally applied. Her breath came in heaving gasps as if she’s held her breath too long and is gulping the air for the first time.

Thomas had twenty thoughts running through his head, and all escaped when he felt another hand on his raging hard cock. Sarah had joined the fun and started to gently stroke him as he worshipped Maria’s breasts.

All three paused for a moment as Thomas begins to tease Maria’s abdomen at the top of her yoga pants. He slides just the tip of his finger under the waistband, and glides it along her belly below her navel. Maria shuddered at the sudden delicacy of that touch and the proximity of his hands to her fiery core.

Sarah and Thomas each now take a nipple in their mouths while each pushes down Maria’s pants and panties over her firm butt, down her muscular legs, to pool at her feet. Maria is now naked and panting.

As his hands rise from the task of taking Maria’s pants off, he traces the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. She shudders again and nearly doubles over from the sensations at her breast and near her core. Maria’s mound is bare save for a small, neatly trimmed triangle pointing down to her treasure. Thomas brushes her pubic hair gently, and brings his hands up to embrace Maria again, diving in to a deep kiss.

Thomas, Sarah and Maria lay down on the bed and begin to lick and nip and kiss each other all over, drawing out moans and giggles. Thomas lays back and Maria seizes the moment to take his cock into her mouth. She takes Thomas deep in her mouth quickly and then begins to slowly and steadily rise and fall along his shaft, bringing exquisite torture along the way. She draws out the pleasure with a swirl of her tongue at the tip and a slight hum when he is fully engulfed in her. The wet warmth of her mouth is rapturous.

Sarah guides Maria around to straddle Thomas’s face while Maria sucks him, and he takes his first taste of Maria’s incredible nectar. It’s sweet with an ever so slightly spicy flavor that is at once intoxicating. Thomas takes long languid licks before firming his tongue and piercing her wet pussy with it. Thomas lifts and drops his head slightly, fucking her with his tongue. Maria responds by dropping her hips to his face to grind him into her deeply. She can no longer concentrate on sucking him, and she is bucking on his face while Thomas fondles her breasts and tweaks her nipples.

Sarah, seizing the opportunity, sheathes Thomas’ cock in a condom and mounts him swiftly. Sarah quickly takes him all the way to the hilt and begins to grind her pelvis against him, holding herself up with her hands on his chest.

Maria’s pace picks up as she nears her crest and she pushes down on Thomas’s face one last time and wails “Ohhhh yeeeesssss ssssooooo gooooood”. Maria continues grunting through her orgasm “Unh unh unnnngggggghhhhh” and releases a torrent on Thomas’ face that he gulps down like a starving man. She quivers and cries some more as she comes down from her peak.

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Robert Finely was forty four years old. His hair had already begun to thin, rather than fight a losing battle, he went and shaved his head bald.

He keeps his black moustache trimmed nicely, it connects to his nicely trimmed goatee. His eyes are shallow and brown in color, with a distinguishable, slightly wide nose. His ears where average.

He was depressed looking around the surroundings of his mobile home. He had on a grey jogging set just to remain comfortable.

As he just bent down in the center of his small kitchen and sobbed so bitterly. He heard the knock on his door. He dried his eyes while proceeding to it.

Making sure his eyes were clear, he heard the tapping again. He opened the door to see his daughter standing outside.

He thought, ‘might as well write a check out right now.’ But said. “Melissa, im surprised to see you, please come inside.”

Melissa was into goth, she kept her skin pale by avoiding the sun like a plague. She has always been very opinionated, from the time she was little.

She is eighteen now, about to start college at the university of Florida. She loves to keep her black hair strait and sleek, she has a small a size cup, stands at 5’4″ and she is skinny with big green eyes, because she wears contacts.

Her face was similar to her mom. She was wearing that black choker around her neck, a black box style dress with fluffy ruffles on her shoulders which came down halfway to her thighs and black, decorative pantyhose with combat boots.

She took a seat and she seen her dad getting out his check book. Melissa replied. “I didn’t come here for money, dad. I wanted to check in on you.”

Robert looked shocked. “This is new.”

Melissa looked over his wardrobe saying. “You’ve given up?”

Robert took a seat in his lazy boy recliner and propped his feet up while saying. “Me and your mom have been together for twenty one years. I can’t just jump back in the dating scene.”

Melissa laughed. “Mom isn’t being so noble, dad. So why are you?”

Robert explained. “Well, mom didn’t give a shit about me, she wanted freedom. I on the other hand loved her. Those feelings don’t go away overnight.”

Melissa turned on his television. Then said. “What, were you blind?”

Robert sighed. “Your worried about me, Melissa, my dear girl. You have college, a lifetime of experiences ahead of you. I will be alright, live your life to the fullest.”

Melissa asked. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Robert kakkled. “No, um. Melissa I just don’t want to discuss my personal life with you, how about what are you going to study?”

Melissa smiled. “I am looking forward to the Philosophy classes to learn more about Socrates, Aristotle, and Ghandi to name a few of my influences.”

Robert said. “Wow! How am I going to keep up with this conversation?”

Melissa laughed. “Dad, you know a little about Ghandi, he was a man who dedicated his life to non violence.”

Robert replied. “Yeah, that is all I know of him.”

Melissa said. “Remember Bill and Teds, dad.”

Robert said. “I don’t think that movie had a clue on who Socrates actually was.”

Melissa said. “Well, you can teach me about the Oakland Raiders.”

Robert said. “How about we just watch T.V.”

Melissa replied. “But, there’s shit on, dad.”

Robert said. “Then pick out a dvd, I will pop us up some popcorn, we can have a movie night, or afternoon.”

Melissa said. “That sounds fun.”

Robert went into the kitchen and Melissa was looking through all his titles displayed below the dvd player. She read the titles and thought. ‘Just a bunch of Escort bayan cop movies.’

She opened one of the compartment doors and found something private. But she read the title, Daddy’s Good Girls and was shocked at first.

But, she did see how sad her dad was. So she asked. “How long for the popcorn?”

Robert was still looking for a package. Melissa seen him walking towards the living room so she gently closed the compartment.

Robert replied. “I’m out of popcorn.”

Melissa saw an oppurtunity. “When you mentioned popcorn, dad. I got a craving.” She did her best manipulative stare. “Would you please go to the store and get some?”

Robert responds. “All you had to do was ask, no need for the eyes. I’ll be right back.”

Melissa seen him going for the keys and watched him grab the checkbook, she even watched him load up in his chevy truck.

Then she opened the container and pulled out the naughty dvd.

She turned the T.V. to hdml 1 and loaded the movie into the dvd player. Then sat back on the couch. This is a funny little situation for Melissa.

On one hand, it would make her dad less freaky if there wasn’t a girl on the movie that resembled her. On the other hand, a secret fantasy of hers she really wanted her dad to share. So finding that girl could be very arousing.

So as the title screen came up and the motions of fucking being displayed on a smaller screen she went to chapters. Letting them play to see what the girl looked like.

The fourth chapter, was what she was secretly hoping for. The model’s name was Kat, she had the same strait black hair, and body style as herself.

She sat down on the couch and hit play. Thoughts filled her mind, imagining her dad jacking off to this scene made her so horny.

Melissa decides to make both of their dreams come true.

Robert had finally pulled up in his driveway and as he was opening the door, the sounds inside made him as white as a ghost. He fumbled with his keys while his mind worked on explainations.

He thought. ‘I forgot to take it back into my bedroom.’

He finally opened the door and quickly pushed stop, realizing which scene had just played. He said to himself. ‘Oh dear.’

But, he heard jumping on his bed and he dropped package of popcorn on the ground and ran to his bedroom. Like that opening scene, his daughter was jumping on the bed.

Melissa made a slight change, she done it completley naked. He knew he should turn away, but the beauty of his exposed daughter drawn him in.

She noticed him there. “Oh, dad you caught me jumping on your bed, i’m in trouble.”

Robert was shocked as she landed down on the bed and was looking at him with those cute eyes.

Robert found himself taking off his sweat shirt and jogging pants with his underwear at the same time. He then remembered the movie and thought. ‘Does she actually want a spanking?’

So there was the voice inside his head of being appropriate with his daughter, but in this situation, the excitement of a fantasy you never thought possible is now lying sideways on your bed.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed to see what Melissa would do. Admiring her nice little ass as she got up on her hands and knees to come to the end of the bed.

She crawled onto his lap, poking her ass in the air and she said, seductively. “I’m ready, dad.”

Robert’s heart beat with excitement as he looked at the beautiful folds of his daughter’s pussy. Wanting to lick around them and taste inside.

With his thumb, he played around with them then stimulated her clit for while. Hearing Melissa moan brought Bayan escort his cock fully erect.

Melissa said seductively. “Dad, your big cock is poking me.”

He fully savored the moment and raised his right hand as far as he could. Then he brought it down with force as his hand landed on her naked buttocks.

Melissa wailed out in pain as Robert kept smacking her making blotches of beet red skin appear. Melissa tried to squirm away, but Robert held her down with his free arm.

Slap after slap was releasing her love juice which began trickling out along her thighs. It caught the eye of Robert who was overcome with excitement.

So he picked her up off of his lap and had her in his arms, he kissed her passionately feeling her daughter’s tongue follow suite.

Then he placed her back on the bed, belly down with her head at the end of the bed.

Robert commanded her. “Bend your knees and grab a holt of your ankles and don’t let go.”

Melissa seen his eight inch thick meaty cock and realized how different things were happening than what she thought. But she grabbed her ankles and lifted up her head.

Robert replied. “Good girl. You ready for my cock?”

Melissa said. “Yes dad.”

With his left hand he took holt of her bottom jaw. His right hand pushed up her forehead as his hard cock then entered in her open mouth.

It went in halfway, he rested it there for only a second before pushing it deeper into her throat. Her reaction was to let go and push him back with both hands.

As his cock came out a string of slobber had followed before snapping. His member was plenty wet.

Robert just said. “Grab your ankles.”

As Melissa complied, she couldn’t help the rush of excitement which came over her. Again his hands opened her mouth wide and he slid in his 8 inch penis.

He gently glided it back and forth before plunging it in as deep as he could go. Melissa began to drool heavily as he held it there for about five seconds before withdrawing his slobber filled cock completely.

Thick globs of white, bubbly slobber ran from her mouth onto the floor as she caught her breath just to feel his hands take holt.

He plunged his cock back and forth before going in as deep as he could go, then he held it there as her mascara started to run. Then he pulled out and thick strands of slobber covered his cock.

Melissa was coughing, but trying to hold back from puking. Robert noticed this and said. “You can let go of your ankles now.”

Melissa was overwhelmed by how much she enjoyed her dad throating her like that. And, to her joy she heard her dad say. “Lie down with your head at the head of the bed and spread for your special treat.”

So she hurried and wanted to show her dad how flexible she was, so she actually stood up and went into the splits putting her arms out in front of her legs, then lied down.

Robert’s eyes said the whole story. Then he crawled on his hands and knees and then when he was over his daughter’s wet pussy he bent his head down and let his body rest comfortably on the bed.

He played around with her soft warm lips with his fingers before his eager tongue indulged in the taste of his daughter.

He spent his time licking around those beautiful folds while his daughter was clearly lost in lustful bliss. With his finger he teased her clit loving the cute motion of her hips.

Robert kept licking around and then would stick his tongue inside her love hole, loving the taste of her precious pearls. The build up was getting to the point where Melissa couldn’t take it.

She moaned out and released Escort her legs, which wrapped around his back and her hands grasped around the top part of his head and the bottom.

Using her hips she positioned her awaiting clit on his tongue and she moved her hips in and out while sweat began to pour from her body.

She pumped her hips as fast as she could her breathing became sporadic enjoying the sensation of his tongue hitting on her awakened clit.

Her face turned beet red as she couldn’t help but let out a loud yell. Robert’s eyes enjoyed the stream of white cum which ran out from her love hole.

His tongue lapped up the salty goodness and he savored the taste as it slid down his throat.

He asked Melissa. “Can you get back in that position?”

Melissa quickly done as he asked, throwing her legs back and bringing her arms forward. Robert loved what he seen as he got on his knees and put his hands down on each side of her.

His eyes couldn’t pull away while his throbbing cock edged in closer to feel the soft, warm pussy snug around his head. He pulled out to feel it again.

The look on his daughter’s face as she anticipated the pounding was so inviting he gladly abliged. Robert felt her love juice beginning to coat his balls.

Her slight. “Ohhh aw oh oh oh.” Had him clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

There was a slight jiggle to her erect nipples he couldn’t help but to bend over and suck each one in his mouth. He then pulled out quickly, knowing how close he came to ejaculating.

Melissa was wanting more. “Please dad! Stick it back in.”

Robert clenched his legs as he replied. “That’s not helping.”

So while he was waiting to cool down, he started licking around her lovely wet lips, then his tongue played with her clit a while before he sucked it in his mouth and ran his tongue back and forth across it.

He fed off his daughter’s moans of pleasure then realized that his cock kept getting excited. So he opened the night stand drawer and pulled out some lube.

Melissa said. “What are you going to do with that?”

Robert explained. “If I stick it in your pussy, my cock will explode with sperm. I don’t want to take any chances. So, I am going to cum in your ass instead.”

Melissa was nervous. “I have never had that kind of sex before.”

This made Robert wish he could last a little longer, but he said. “Trust me, girl. I will be easy with it.”

So Melissa said. “Okay dad, now go easy.”

Robert rubbed down her tight hole and then the tip of his cock. She kept the position and Robert enjoyed the sight of her tiny asshole.

He put his hand on his cock and barely let it penetrate inside. Seeing Melissa’s face turn bright red and her biting down on her lip to keep from yelling.

He rested right there for about a minute before pushing a little more in. In which his daughter wailed out in pain and finally pushed Robert’s cock to let go.

He worked it in gently as streams of hot cum shot deep in her asshole. Though it hurt, Melissa loved the look of pleasure she gave her father.

She turned over and got on her knees asking her dad to scoop it in his hands as she contracted her ass muscles and the sperm began to trickle out. He caught every drop that came out and carefully kept it in his hands.

Melissa lied down with her head hanging off the bed and she opened her mouth sticking out her tongue. Robert slowly moved away his hands and the sperm seemed to stretch out to her awaiting mouth.

With her hands, she scooped up her dad’s cum from the sides of her face then while he was watching, licked her hands clean.

She was happy to see her dad fall over on the bed out of exhaustion. So she curled up with his arm around her and looked lovingly into his brown eyes.

Then she asked. “Is it alright if I move in?”

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An Accidental Quarantine Ch. 03 – Final

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Thank you for reading this series. I have enjoyed creating this story.

This episode will close the door on Thomas and Sarah’s quarantine adventure but will, perhaps, open another for Thomas.

***

The days march on in quarantine. Thomas and Sarah lose track of what day it is as they revel in each other’s company. The days are full of burgeoning lust and brilliant conversation. The torrid nights leave them fuck drunk, and the mornings are erotic and tender.

The day 10 check up by the department of health was uneventful—no fevers, no symptoms. Day 14, a Friday, arrived and the final check from the department of health was done by early afternoon. Neither had symptoms and Thomas and Sarah were advised they free to leave the apartment!

All this freedom, but where were they going to go? The bustling metropolis of New York was eerily quiet. Museums are closed, restaurants are closed and bars are closed. Despite this, they ventured out and walked around Thomas’s neighborhood enjoying the afternoon sunlight. Even though the day was fading, the sun on their skin felt so beautiful.

They walked a lot that afternoon—ambling along arm in arm or hand in hand talking. This was to be their last night together, as their trip was supposed to return the next day, and thus their time together would be over.

Thomas had to get something off his chest.

“Sarah” he began, “these two weeks have been amazing. We’ve known each other for many months and it has been a blessing, but during these weeks you have given me so much more than I could have ever expected. Confidence, passion, creativity and even fearlessness.”

Thomas continued, “You have given me back a sense of myself, the confidence that I have passion and love to give and that I deserve it in return. More than your friendship and the special bond we’ll always share from this experience, that confidence is something I can never fully repay.”

“Despite not being able to go where we planned, this has been an amazing time.”

Sarah stopped Thomas and took his face in her hands, “Thomas, you are a wonderful human, a wonderful lover and an incredible father. You deserve happiness and contentment.”

She kissed him deeply, tongues dancing, breath suddenly ragged, arms wrapping tightly around one another. They were immersed in only each other as if underwater. No cared that they carried on for several minutes. If it was a normal Friday in New York they would have been accosted in a “New York Minute” but not today.

The kiss reluctantly broke and they resumed their walk, heading back to the apartment.

While walking, Sarah said “I am happy for you, and proud of you for opening yourself up to me, and to love. What do you think life will be like for you now? What do you seek?”

Ever pensive, Thomas was silent a moment before answering. “I search for fulfillment. Emotional,

physical, sexual fulfillment. It sounds selfish when said out loud, but part of that is achieved through

giving. Achieving fulfillment through giving it to another. I’ve raised kids, sacrificed for a family,

provided for family. I would like a partner who understands and has a similar perspective. Gaining

through giving.

I don’t want to be on Tinder or Match or any of that. I feel like I am open to receive now when I wasn’t

before.”

Sarah nodded thoughtfully, saying “Gaining through giving, can I use that sometime?”

Thomas laughed “Of course! By the way, don’t think you are getting rid of me even with this opened

heart. I will still be booking you up once a month!”

Sarah laughed and added “We will have a hard time topping this stretch, but trying will sure be fun!”

They returned to the apartment and wanted to freshen up before dinner. Sarah showered first, then Thomas.

When Thomas came out of the shower, he was just in a robe and he meandered to the kitchen. Sarah was at the stove waiting for a pot to boil. She was naked save for an apron. It was an incredible sight. The contrast of her long dark hair against her flawless skin was striking. As were the sensuous curves of her butt and the sides of her breasts. The apron was tied loosely and she was seemingly lost in thought.

Thomas’s robe parted as his cock swelled. He came up behind her and leaned to her ear while pressing himself against her.

“Turn off the stove” he whispered firmly as his hands slid under the apron and up to her delightful C cup breasts. Her nipples were hard instantly as his hands brushed over them.

He nibbled at her ear, and kissed his way softly down her neck and along her shoulder. His hands continued to stroke her gently, now one hand on her breast and another drawing gentle curves down her abdomen toward her smooth mound. His deft touch and whisper soft kisses brought out goosebumps all over her. He was only a few inches taller than her 5’5″ frame, but yet seemed more imposing in this position.

“I love the way you touch me” she Escort bayan said. “I cannot get enough of it.”

His hands continued to tweak and tease her, he pulled her back into him and she felt his rigid cock press between her cheeks. One of his hands untied the apron, and he used the other to pull it off of her.

She was gently grinding her butt against his hardness, and she reached behind her to pull his robe the rest of the way open.

“I need you” he moaned.

“Take me here” she whispered.

He spun her around, picked her up and turned to put her on the butcher block island behind him. Her legs were spread and she lay back, mostly supported by the island. His robe fell to the floor and they were both naked.

He took the apron he had taken off her and covered her eyes with it, gently tying it around her head as a makeshift blindfold. “I promise I won’t hurt you” he whispered. “I just want to tease a little.”

She was breathing heavily as his fingers gently traced up her calf to tickle her behind her knee. She giggled, and he took his hand away. Several seconds passed with no sound and no touching. She writhed and whined, aching for his touch. He watched her perfect breasts rise and fall with each breath, and her beautiful pussy gathered moisture as she became more aroused.

His next touch was halfway up her thigh tracing toward her pussy while blowing on it with the gentlest of breath. She quivered as his hands neared her core when he abruptly stopped. Next he took his fingers and traced her collarbone and down through her cleavage. He took a clean pastry brush from the drawer and brushed gently over a nipple. They both gasped at how quickly her nipple stiffened, and it was aching to be devoured.

Thomas touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Sarah reacted like a small shock passed through her. After doing the same to the other nipple, he paused a moment. Her breasts were heaving. He placed his mouth at the top of her breast, consuming as much as he could. Sarah cried out in ecstasy, and began to grind her groin against Thomas.

Thomas continued to tease her with feather light touches and kisses. He kissed a trail down her belly to her mound. He randomly kissed each petal of her glorious flower, doing so to heighten the sensation. Sarah was going crazy with the removal of her sight and the random jolts of pleasure generated by touch. Several more passes with lips and fingers had Sarah on the verge of cumming.

Thomas could sense this and he decided to end the tease. He bent low, blew delicately on her flower and then, with a firm tongue, licked from her perineum to her clit. This elicited a near scream as she grabbed his head and held it to her pussy. He licked and kissed her labia as she gyrated her hips. His tongue dove into her silky sweet depths, searching for the source of her copious wetness.

His tongue rolled up to her clit and flicked it as her breath became jagged and ragged. He gently pursed his lips around her clit and gently sucked and her moans rose in pitch. Two fingers found their way into her folds and curled just enough to touch her spot. She went off like a rocket.

“Ahhh! I’m cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnngg!”

She continued “Oh, oh, ohhhhh THOOOOMMMMAAAS!!”

Her walls clamped on his fingers and she quivered from head to toe. Her pussy was flooded with her nectar, and Thomas drank from her deeply.

He paused and rose and removed the apron from her eyes. She sat up urgently and took his mouth in hers in a passionate, almost angry, kiss. Tongues lashed against each other as each moaned into the others mouth.

“Oh my god, where did that come from?” She demanded. “I need you now Thomas, please?” she pleaded, as she grabbed his turgid cock and stroked it.

He grabbed a condom from his robe and was sheathed up in a second. There was no more teasing. He was achingly hard and she was ready.

He speared into her pussy in one smooth thrust and both cried out “YES” in ecstasy.

He held himself in her for a moment, and they kissed feverishly. Their bodies were tight together now, holding each other in this most intimate and passionate embrace. They broke their kiss and Thomas began to stroke himself into her firmly.

The collision of their bodies shook the table.

The room filled with muffled moans. Their tongues danced while their fingernails dug into each other. With panting and ragged breath they urged each other on. Sarah begged for more, imploring Thomas to push further and faster into her.

The climbed the mountain toward their climaxes when Sarah, her mouth frozen in an ‘O’ leaned back and rolled her eyes back as the orgasm finally arrived. Thomas felt her pussy clench and ripple around his steely shaft. He stopped thrusting and held tightly to her. She bucked and writhed for several seconds before finally taking a deep breath and letting out a long wail “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH YYEEEESSSSS!”

And she continued “UNGH! Oh God! More, please more!”

Thomas Bayan escort started to drive into her again in earnest. Though he had been close to cumming, this pause gave him just enough recovery to carry on to give her one more. Onward he pushed, sliding into her slippery slick sex again and again.

They grunted in unison as their bodies collided rhythmically. “Unh…unh…unh!” “Yes…yes…yes!”

Sarah cried, “Please come with me! Pleeeeaaaassseeee!”

Thomas had been holding back, but with that he let go with a groan that lasted several seconds “Ahhhhhh! Oh my god!” He swelled and burst inside the condom as Sarah shrieked with her own orgasm. She laid back fully on the island, quivering with delight.

As both came down from their highs, Thomas shuddered and fell onto her. His hot breath was on her heaving breasts. Both were a satiated, spent, sweaty mess.

They shared some tender kisses before disengaging and cleaning themselves up. Cooking wasn’t going to happen. Dinner that night became takeout in their bathrobes with plenty of fine wine and giggles; and sleep washed over them quickly.

The last day of their time together dawned as a gorgeous spring morning with bright sun and gentle breezes filtering in the bedroom window. Both Thomas and Sarah were awake early, freshened themselves up and lay again together in bed talking, laughing, tickling and teasing.

Thomas upped the ante by taking Sarah’s hand and gently kissing each fingertip. She then took one of his hands and gently sucked the tip of each finger into her hot mouth. Thomas closed his eyes as she did that and could almost imagine that velvety soft mouth on his cock, quickly bringing him to hardness.

He opened his eyes again and leaned into her, kissing down her neck, along her collarbone and down to her full breast and firm nipple. He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, which brought out a soft moan from Sarah.

He moved closer to her, pressing his full length against her body, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Thomas’ hands firmly but softly caressed her curves. He could not get enough of her. Her skin was smooth and firm, yet soft and sensuous. He palmed her breasts in his hands and further teased her nipples to aching hardness with his palms.

He kissed his way down her body, teasing her navel with his tongue before continuing his journey to her treasure. Her skin was glowing in the morning light with the flush of her arousal. Even before he reached her mound, she was lifting her pelvis up to meet his kisses.

He reached her core with his kisses and he pulled her to the side of the bed, him kneeling on the floor and her legs on his shoulders. With a firm tongue he dove into her depths, feasting on her sweet, musky treasure. Thomas licked up and down her pussy, flicking his tongue across her clit briefly, causing Sarah to jolt and shriek with pleasure.

He then locked his lips on her clit and hummed–and the vibrations triggered a staccato of expletives from her as she came hard. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” she exclaimed.

“OH MY GOOOODDDD! AHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK! Yes, yes yesssssss!” Sarah continued. Her words turning to gibberish “Ohmy ohhh, ghnuuuk unnnnnnggggghhhhhh!”

She writhed and bucked as Thomas held on for the ride. As Sarah quieted down, a gasp filtered in the room from the doorway. Thomas looked up from Sarah’s pussy just as Sarah tilted her head all the way back to see the housekeeper, Maria, standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.

“Well shit” Thomas thought. He quite suddenly remembered that he had arranged and prepaid for his housekeeper to clean his apartment on Saturday (that day) so he would arrive home to a clean place. Maria was certainly not aware of the change in plans.

Maria has worked for Thomas since he moved in. She is of Brazilian descent, 5’7″ and fit. Over time, Thomas came to know that she is 36 years old and divorced with teenage son. She has an alluring look, a sexy accent and a very firm but curvaceous body. She was sexy, there is no doubt about it, but she was also kind. Maria always made time to chat with Thomas after she finished her cleaning. She would enjoy a cup of coffee with him at times, and he welcomed their friendship.

There is no question that Thomas was attracted to her, and he thought she often had a sultry look in her eyes when they spoke. He also noted that her nipples were often hard when she was there, as if she was aroused. His better angels kept him from acting on any of his impulses, though there were many nights where Thomas gained release while thinking of her.

Thomas and Sarah are busted. Maria is clearly surprised but curiously not leaving. Maria recovers her senses enough to say “Hello Thomas, I am sorry to interrupt you.” but still does not make a move to leave.

Sarah recognizes Maria’s interest right away, and encourages Thomas to continue what he’s doing. “I think she likes to watch. Go on.”

Thomas Escort begins teasing Sarah again with his mouth, and Sarah, still very much aroused from her orgasm and now this new sensual twist, reacts immediately, urging Thomas on. “Yesssss! Oh you are so good at that! Put your fingers in me!”

Thomas flicks her clit with his tongue and inserts two digits in her velvety hot folds. Sarah squirms, pants heavily and shrieks as he curls his fingers to touch her g-spot “Aaahhhiieeeee! Oh Goooodd!”

Sarah turns quiet a moment as she arches her back off the bed and grinds her pussy against Thomas’s face. Her core is trembling as the sensations ricochet across her body. She settles down and regains her breath and moans “OK, you need to stop!”

Maria has still not moved from the doorway, eyes still wide and mouth slightly agape. Her hands are gently stroking her own body. Sarah looks at her, and beckons her with a finger. Maria, almost in a trance, comes to the edge of the bed where Sarah has stood herself up on her knees. Sarah whispers something in Maria’s ear that Thomas cannot hear while she lightly traces her hand up from Maria’s wrist to her bicep. Maria’s reaction to the whisper and the touch is palpable. Her breath catches, her nipples distend further.

Thomas has gotten himself up off the floor and is standing, naked and aroused, watching the two of them and their brief exchange. Maria walks to Thomas and wordlessly places her hand behind his head and pulls him into a kiss. Not a chaste peck, but a primal, passionate plunge of tongues and moans and nips. Their passion explodes and drenches them as if in a rainstorm, consuming them in the deluge.

Thomas ran his hand under her tank to cup her breasts. Maria broke the kiss long enough to shed her top and sports bra to reveal her glorious globes. Proud D cups with half dollar sized dark nipples stood out from her olive skinned, tightly toned frame. Her nipples were firm and erect and Thomas latched onto them with one hand and his mouth.

Maria was on fire. She had not been touched like this in too long, and her own hands were grabbing Thomas tightly around his head and back, clutching him to her. She pushed Thomas’ head to her other breast so his ministrations could be equally applied. Her breath came in heaving gasps as if she’s held her breath too long and is gulping the air for the first time.

Thomas had twenty thoughts running through his head, and all escaped when he felt another hand on his raging hard cock. Sarah had joined the fun and started to gently stroke him as he worshipped Maria’s breasts.

All three paused for a moment as Thomas begins to tease Maria’s abdomen at the top of her yoga pants. He slides just the tip of his finger under the waistband, and glides it along her belly below her navel. Maria shuddered at the sudden delicacy of that touch and the proximity of his hands to her fiery core.

Sarah and Thomas each now take a nipple in their mouths while each pushes down Maria’s pants and panties over her firm butt, down her muscular legs, to pool at her feet. Maria is now naked and panting.

As his hands rise from the task of taking Maria’s pants off, he traces the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. She shudders again and nearly doubles over from the sensations at her breast and near her core. Maria’s mound is bare save for a small, neatly trimmed triangle pointing down to her treasure. Thomas brushes her pubic hair gently, and brings his hands up to embrace Maria again, diving in to a deep kiss.

Thomas, Sarah and Maria lay down on the bed and begin to lick and nip and kiss each other all over, drawing out moans and giggles. Thomas lays back and Maria seizes the moment to take his cock into her mouth. She takes Thomas deep in her mouth quickly and then begins to slowly and steadily rise and fall along his shaft, bringing exquisite torture along the way. She draws out the pleasure with a swirl of her tongue at the tip and a slight hum when he is fully engulfed in her. The wet warmth of her mouth is rapturous.

Sarah guides Maria around to straddle Thomas’s face while Maria sucks him, and he takes his first taste of Maria’s incredible nectar. It’s sweet with an ever so slightly spicy flavor that is at once intoxicating. Thomas takes long languid licks before firming his tongue and piercing her wet pussy with it. Thomas lifts and drops his head slightly, fucking her with his tongue. Maria responds by dropping her hips to his face to grind him into her deeply. She can no longer concentrate on sucking him, and she is bucking on his face while Thomas fondles her breasts and tweaks her nipples.

Sarah, seizing the opportunity, sheathes Thomas’ cock in a condom and mounts him swiftly. Sarah quickly takes him all the way to the hilt and begins to grind her pelvis against him, holding herself up with her hands on his chest.

Maria’s pace picks up as she nears her crest and she pushes down on Thomas’s face one last time and wails “Ohhhh yeeeesssss ssssooooo gooooood”. Maria continues grunting through her orgasm “Unh unh unnnngggggghhhhh” and releases a torrent on Thomas’ face that he gulps down like a starving man. She quivers and cries some more as she comes down from her peak.

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An edited copy of my 2011 story. I want to thank my terrific editor “Midtown Kitten” for her story editing.

I hope you enjoy.

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It was a Thursday evening and I was just finishing choir rehearsal, where we were practicing for our upcoming spring concert. After leaving the church where we rehearsed, I walked across the parking lot and got into my BMW. It had been a long day and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. In fact, I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and it was now 10pm. I knew I shouldn’t be eating this late, but I remembered there was a small neighborhood bar not far from the church that would still be serving food. I had eaten there once before and although the food was only marginally passable, they also had a reasonable selection of wines by the glass and I decided to head over.

When I walked into the place, it was empty except for two couples at tables and a woman at the bar with long, brunette hair. Even though she had her back to me, something about her still looked familiar. When I sat down on the stool next to her, I realized it was Holly, a second-soprano from the choir who was new to the group and had only been to a few rehearsals so far.”

“Hello, Holly,” I said, smiling at her. I think I startled her as she was finishing up a glass of white wine.

“Hello,” she replied, wiping her lips with a napkin.

“Would you mind if I sit here and keep you company?”

“No, please do. I would welcome company,” she replied.

I guessed that Holly was about 5’4″ and in her mid-40’s. She was wearing a cream-colored top and loose-fitting khaki slacks, and from what I had seen of her at choir practice, she never wore much makeup and usually dressed conservatively. Looking at her now, I saw that she was slim and quite attractive, with lovely blue eyes.

“My name is Jack,” I said, not sure if she recognized me or not. “I am in the baritone section.”

“Yes, I knew that,” she said with a smile. “Grabbing some late dinner as well?”

“Yes. No time to eat before rehearsal.”

The bartender came over at that moment with Holly’s salad and to ask me what I wanted to drink. I responded that I would have the steak tips medium rare and a glass of the house “cab.”

“Can I get you another glass of wine?” I asked Holly.

“Sure, that would be nice. Yes, thanks,” she responded. She seemed a bit nervous and shy.

I asked the bartender to bring her another glass of the white wine she was drinking, and we began chatting as dinner arrived. Holly had moved from Columbus, Ohio six months earlier. She was a fourth-grade school teacher with no children of her own and had been divorced for ten years. Throughout our conversation, she looked down at her salad, avoiding eye contact. Her voice was quiet, and it was difficult to hear her at times over the sound of the bar TV. She was finishing her third glass of wine, and I had just finished my steak tips. I asked her if she would like another drink.

She rolled her eyes and looked down again at her almost finished salad, then said, “I probably shouldn’t, but OK. Thank you.” This time she looked into my eyes for a couple of seconds and smiled before looking away again.

I ordered another glass of wine for both of us — her fourth and my third. It was now about 11:30pm and the bar was empty except for the two of us.

She took the first sip from her freshly refilled glass and asked quite suddenly, “Jack, are you single?”

“Divorced. Eight years. I have two girls, they’re 17 and 20. They live with my ex back in Connecticut,” I responded.

She giggled, as some of the wine sloshed over the rim of her glass.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Well, to be honest, I thought you were gay.”

I laughed. “You know not all men who sing in the choir are gay. In fact, there are at least four of us who are straight…” I paused slightly. “I think,” I added, with a broad grin.

She laughed again. She did have a pleasant smile and beautiful eyes.

“An honest mistake,” she said. “You are way too cute to be a straight baritone.”

“Well, thank you. I think?” I replied with a smile, and we clinked our wine glasses together.

“And you look like such a boy scout,” she added with a laugh, her eyes twinkling.

“Hey, wait one minute. I am not a boy scout,” I said with mock disdain. “If only you knew me better you would think differently.”

With that, the conversation took a more personal turn. We were both a little buzzed by the wine and the conversation flowed openly.

Holly had broken up with her last boyfriend a year prior, and that was one of the reasons for her move to Florida to start a new chapter of her life. She dominated this part of the conversation as her initial shyness was melted away by the alcohol. Her husband was abusive and had many affairs. He belittled her looks and barely touched her during their 17-year marriage. Her last boyfriend had not been much better. He was an older workaholic Escort bayan and had a prostate problem that left him impotent. She shared that she was very sexually frustrated but had trouble meeting “nice men.”

“Like you,” she ended with more than a bit of a slur.

“Remember I told you that I was not THAT nice. No boy scout here,” I emphasized.

“Come on. I don’t believe you,” she continued.

Then I made what should have been a mistake, but the wine was talking through me. “Well, have you ever been to a nude beach?” I shot back.

She shook her head no and her eyes widened slightly.

“I have,” I said. Then I asked, “Have you ever made love in a public place?”

Again, she shook her head, her mouth slightly open.

“I have,” I said.

“Well, that is not really all THAT bad,” She said, again slurring her words.

I had to keep my voice down to keep the bartender from overhearing because unfortunately, the wine had taken full control of my tongue. “Well have you ever had sex with multiple partners at the same time? Have you ever been to a swinger’s club?”

Now I knew I had shocked her. Her mouth was wide open, her head steady and her eyes fixed on mine with a dead stare.

A couple seconds later she whispered, “Really?”

“I probably should not have shared that with you,” I said. At the same time, I thought that if this got around the choir, it would not be good. Not good at all.

“I am not judgmental,” she said in a serious, low tone. “How did you get involved in something like that?”

Well in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.

I spent the next half hour and another glass of wine each telling her about my swinging experiences to date. My last serious girlfriend was an experienced swinger, and swinging had always been a fantasy of mine, so she introduced me to “the lifestyle.” We had gone to the Trapeze Club in Fort Lauderdale. The “Trap” was known as one of the top swinger’s clubs in the country.

Holly continued to listen in fascination. I, however, began to feel uncomfortable sharing all the details with her. During the entire conversation, her face was stoic, and I couldn’t read her thoughts.

The bartender came over and asked us to settle up our tab as he was closing up.

“I don’t think you should be driving home. Can I call you a cab?” I asked Holly as we walked out the door. She was staggering.

“No need,” she said. “I live just down the block from here.” She was having trouble speaking and I was having a hard time understanding her.

So, I walked her home. She lived in a little condo on the fifth floor. I helped her open the door with her key.

Just before entering her apartment she asked, slurring her words, “Jack, can you take me there?”

The wine had made my mind a bit slow. “Where?” I asked.

“You know… that Topessie Club.” And with that, she pulled me to her, pressed her lips to mine and kissed me longingly. Her tongue pushed past my lips and mingled with mine.

She was having trouble standing, and she almost fell through the doorway threshold.

I caught her and helped her inside. “You need to get some sleep. You have school tomorrow, and I think you will not be too pleased with me at 5:30am when you need to get ready.”

“Stay?” she whispered. She was nearly passing out.

“Not tonight, thank you,” I said in a soft voice. There was some boy scout in me after all, I thought. “Can I get a rain check?”

She nodded, eyes half closed, and I walked her into her bedroom where she dropped on top of the bed and immediately passed out. I locked her front door and left. Walking back to my car, I considered my options and decided that a cab would, in this case, definitely be the best approach. Twenty minutes later I was in my condo. I quickly stripped off my clothes, took four aspirins and as much water as I could drink, and fell face first onto my bed. I had meetings the next morning, and I was sure that I was not going to like my wake-up call at 7am.

—–

The next morning, I was suffering. I don’t drink that much, and alcohol affects me more as I am getting older. I thought about the night before and wondered how Holly was doing. It was 8am, and she would already be in school, assuming she didn’t call in “sick.” I hadn’t thought to get her phone number the night before, so there would be no way to reach her. I liked Holly and hoped I hadn’t stepped across the line. What people say and do after several glasses of wine is not always a reflection of their actual personality and nature.

I would have to wait until rehearsal next week to talk with her again.

—–

I thought about Holly and our conversation all that next week. She was my type – sweet and innocent with a sensual side which I don’t think she had ever fully explored. And she did have those lovely brown eyes and a great smile.

Thursday finally came around again. I came from an earlier business meeting, so I was a bit late and the rehearsal Bayan escort had already begun. I walked in and saw Holly sitting with the other second-sopranos in the third row. She looked up at me and then she immediately looked back down at her music. No smile crossed her face.

Nuts, I thought, I screwed that one up. Sober reality must have prevailed. Damn, I made a mess of that opportunity. I was hoping to get to know Holly better, and I was afraid that my openness of my sexual past at the bar had turned her off.

I sat down in the baritone section, pulled my music out of my bag and began to sing with the rest of the choir. I occasionally looked over at Holly, but I could not catch her eye during the rest of the rehearsal.

After the rehearsal ended, I looked for Holly again, and saw that she was chatting with a couple of other women in her section. I decided that maybe the best course was to walk to my car and go home rather than waiting to talk with her. Maybe it was better not to embarrass Holly with a memory that she would rather forget.

I left the rehearsal room and was almost to my car when I heard, “Jack, do you have a second?” from behind me.

As I turned, I saw Holly finishing her short run to catch up with me.

“Hello, Holly,” I said. “I wanted to say hello to you after rehearsal, but you looked like you were involved in a conversation and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Oh, no – we were just talking about one of the concert dates coming up. I wanted to catch you before you left.” She looked around to see if anyone was in earshot and she lowered her voice. “Jack, I just wanted you to know how embarrassed I was at my behavior last week. I had WAY too much wine and wanted to let you know that I hope I did not say anything that you found…” She looked up, searching for the word. “Inappropriate.”

“Absolutely not!” I responded with a smile.

She immediately broke into a wide smile and her eyes twinkled in the reflection of the parking lot lights.

I continued, “And I hope I didn’t step over the line in what I said. I also had a lot to drink and shared some things that I should have kept unsaid.”

In response, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “I am very glad you’re not a boy scout,” she whispered in my ear.

I hugged her back and said, “Would you like to have dinner with me on Saturday?”

She pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. Then with a grin she replied, “I would love to.”

We exchanged phone numbers, and I walked her to her car and watched her drive away. I was looking forward to Saturday evening.

—–

Saturday did not come quick enough. I arranged to pick up Holly at her condo at 7:30 pm. I went to her door and knocked. She opened the door and gave me an immediate hug and a lingering kiss on the lips.

“You keep that up and I am not sure we will get to dinner,” I said through my broad smile. That kiss nearly made me dizzy.

As I recovered, I noticed just how amazing she looked. She had a cream-colored sundress on, with strappy, high-heeled, light brown shoes. I hadn’t seen her in a dress before and this one showed off her amazing legs and terrific calves.

“Wow, you look great!” I said as I stepped back and eyed her from head to toe. “I am certainly a lucky guy to have such an attractive date.”

She blushed and looked down. “Come on, let’s go,” she said.

She picked up a large shoulder bag which served as a purse and locked the door. As we went to my car, I was a bit puzzled. The rest of her outfit was so perfect, why carry such a large bag?

—–

I had made reservations at a lovely little seafood restaurant just North of Fort Lauderdale near the beach. We had a delicious meal and a bottle of wine. We talked about her childhood, music, and traveling. Holly had not traveled as extensively as I had, but we shared a number of the same overseas destinations.

As we waited for our bill, she leaned over the table, took my hand and said, “Jack, you know that club you told me about?” She stopped and appeared to take a deep breath “I want you to take me there.”

I was struck speechless for a couple of seconds. I replied, “Sure, if you want to. We can go there sometime.”

“Tonight” she shot back quickly. “Let’s go there tonight.”

I looked into her eyes. She was serious!

“Are you sure?” I stammered. “It is a bit of a… for someone who has never done anything like…”

She squeezed my hand and leaned over to plant a heart-stopping kiss on my lips, followed by her delicately probing tongue.

“I am VERY sure,” she said as the waiter arrived with our check. “I need to powder my nose. I will meet you at the car, OK?”

I nodded and stood as she left the table, heading for the ladies’ room. I sat back down and gave the waiter my credit card to pay for the meal. He returned with my card a few minutes later. I wrote in the tip and signed the receipt. Holly had not returned. I got up from the table and crossed Escort over to the front door. Holly was not there. I went out the door and headed to my car which was parked nearby. She was not there either. I turned around and began to head back to the restaurant. As I looked back at the front door, my heart stopped.

There was Holly in a tight, short, light-brown metallic, dress. The hem revealed two-thirds of her thighs. The dress top was tied around the back of her neck, and the strips of material in the front barely concealed her breasts and plunged down below her belly button. She had those same sexy, strappy shoes on, but they looked completely different with this outfit. She was still carrying the shoulder bag in one hand, but over her shoulder was a small evening purse on a long brass colored chain.

“Well, how do I look?” She did a slow 360-degree turn modeling her new outfit.

The back of the dress almost showed the crack in her ass. She looked hot. Very hot!

“You look fucking good! Pardon my French,” I said, staring at this incredible vision.

She smiled and looked down. “Good, I’m glad. I wanted to look sexy for you” she said with an impish smile on her face.

She walked up to me and kissed me deeply. During the embrace, I noticed two things; First, she was either wearing thong underwear or none at all and second, her lovely breasts I now knew were about a “C” cup and were straining to slip out of their thin, metallic strip retainers.

“Let’s go,” she said, handing me the large bag, which I now understood contained the cream-colored dress she had been wearing before.

I put the bag in the trunk of my BMW and off we went to the Trapeze Club.

—–

In the car, I explained to Holly that the Trapeze Club was a BYOB place, which meant we had to stop at a wine store. We found one not too far away, and I bought a couple of bottles of Champagne, as well as another bottle each of red and white wine.

All the way to the club, Holly kissed my neck and put her hands between my legs, teasing my crotch and causing my cock to expand in my slacks. She was slightly buzzed, but not drunk this time.

We pulled in front of the discreet building that housed the club. I turned to her and said, “Are you sure? You can still back out now.”

She responded with a smile and by simply getting out of the car as the valet opened the door. I watched her sweet little ass as she exited.

There were two Bentleys, a Rolls, and a Lamborghini waiting for valet service just outside the front door. I knew that being a Saturday night, it would already be very crowded with the usual upscale clientele. We walked in and the hostess at the front desk checked us in, labeled our bottles with my membership number, and gave us matching plastic wristbands to indicate that we were a couple. With that, we entered the club.

—–

We found two seats at the back bar and gave the female bartender our two bottles of Champagne and the wine we had brought.

I asked for two glasses of Champagne, and we sat down to watch the crowd. It was a mixed group of all ages, body types, and nationalities. The dance floor was full, and all around it, four flat-screen TVs were displaying porno films.

Holly immediately drained her first glass of Champagne and asked for another.

“Slow down,” I said, stroking her back. “It will be no fun if you fall asleep.”

“Just a bit nervous I guess,” was her reply, as her eyes surveyed the activity in the lounge area.

“Let’s dance,” I suggested.

Holly put down her second glass of Champagne and followed me onto the dance floor. We worked our way to the center and found a place to dance. It was some Latin song I did not recognize.

Holly was an incredible dancer. On the dance floor, she told me she had taken dance for years and had considered, at one time early in her life, going into dance professionally. Her well sculpted, muscular calves made sense to me now. She turned around and put her back on my chest, and we continued to dance to the music, all the time my cock growing harder against her nice, firm ass. My hands moved slowly from her shoulders, delicately over her breasts, down her tummy and to each side of her belly button. She turned her head to kiss me, and I heard her release a slight moan.

In front of Holly was an attractive woman with shortish gray hair in her late-40’s or early-50’s dancing with a slightly overweight woman in her mid-30s. The woman with the gray hair was watching Holly with interest. At one point, when Holly and I turned to dance facing each other, the gray-haired woman brushed against Holly’s back suggestively.

We finished dancing a couple more songs and headed back to our drinks at the bar. I asked Holly if she was having a good time and she responded by taking a mouthful of Champagne, kissing me and exchanging the bubbling liquid between our two mouths. Again, she surprised me. I kissed her neck and felt up her thigh. Well, mystery solved, I thought. She was wearing a micro thong, and she was already very wet.

After another couple sips of Champagne, I asked, “Have you ever been with another woman?”

She reacted in surprise, “Of course not.”

“Ever think about it?” I continued.

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My name is Peter, My wife and I have a very good sex life, from threesomes (My wife Kate and I with an other man) and a couple of foursomes. One night while having Dinner I ask Kate “You know it’s not very fair you and a three some with two men, a couple of times but I never had a threesome with two woman”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I want that and it would be nice if it happened very soon.”

Kate answers “O.k. who would you wants in bed with us.”

“I have planed and picked the other men in bed for you, you pick the woman and plan when and where, you just tell me where to be and at what time”

Couples of week went by and I still have not heard a single word about my surprise threesome. “What is happening with my threesome, Kate?”

“I did not have the time to plan anything yet.”

“Come on it does not take 2 hours to plan.”

“O.k. then, this is what we’ll do, on Saturday May 10Th you go and play golf with John and when you get back everything will be ready, all you have to do is to walk in to the house and come into the bed room and I will be in bed with the other woman”

So of course, I have to ask, any same guy wants’ to know. “Who will she be?”

“You will find out when you walk into the bed room in two weeks.”

That must have been the longest two weeks of my life, be finally the day is here. I get a tee of at noon, so I told Kate that I would be home at about 6:00 p.m.

I have never played golf so bad in my entire life, John kept asking me what was wrong and after the fifth time I told John what was going too happened when I got Escort bayan home. The only thing John told me was “You luck bastard.”

I finally make home at about 6:30, and walked in the house and striped on the way to the bed room. As I get to the room the door is locked and everything is very quiet, so I just opened the door to find my wife in bed with Mary. Mary for those of you, who have not read my other stories, is John’s wife.

“What is Mary doing here?” I asked

“She will be the other woman for you today.”

“Does John Know?”

“Yes he knows, why do you think he called you to go play golf today, didn’t you find odd that John call and asked you to go, when you always have to ask him”

“John is o.k. with this?”

“He told me that it’s o.k. since we had a threesome with him a couple of months ago, and as he put it, I fuck his brains out so Mary should do the same with you. Now that you are naked and that we both can see that from the hard on you have you are ready sit in this chair and let ‘s start”

I run the chair that I was told and sit down, Mary get up and give me a hot and passionate kiss, at the same time I feel Kate tie-up my arms and legs to the chair. Mary breaks the kiss and starts to kiss my neck then chest well she was making her way to my Penis. When Kate was finish tying me us she then her too gave me a hot and passionate kiss, then see looks at ma and with a sexy voice says “I will now blind fold you, so you will not see what is going and be surprised at what will happened.”

When the blind fold was on (I could not see any thing) Bayan escort I felt two tongs on my raging hard on. As the woman took turns sucking the other would lick my balls or kiss me I have not clue how long this lasted but it was FUCKING amazing. Then all of a sudden they stopped and took off my blind fold, but kept my tied to the chair. When my eyes got into focus I could see Kate and Mary in bed with someone between them, but there back was to me.

“Who is in bed with both of you?” I asked in a bewildered voice.

Just then this stranger turns around and I see that its’ John The same John that I played golf with earlier, that was in bed with them.

“I asked you for a threesome not a foursome, Kate” I yelled out.

To this she answered “yes a threesome, a threesome including Mary myself and John, you get to sit in the chair and watch.” When we’ll be done, if you stay quiet and don’t disturbed you I will let you masturbate while you watch the video of this.”

“What video, and where is the camera”

“I forgot to tell you, I will untie one arm and you will video tape.”

Kate then getup and hands me the camcorder and extra battery. She turns around and goes back to bed gets in the doggy style position and snaps her fingers just then John gets behind her and Mary lays down with her pussy in front of her Kat’s mouth. She turns to me and says “Turn on the camera and you better do a good job taping this or you will never touché me ever again.”

I do as I am told since I would like to fuck my wife some time in the future. John takes hold of his prick and pushes Escort in to her with on problem at the same time Kate lowers her mouth and starts to eat Mary’s pussy, in not time the were moans coming for every, then John snaps his fingers everything stops and Kate turns around, now Kate has John’s prick in her mouth and Mary is eating out Kate. This was incredible to watch I wanted to blow my load just watching this very well planed sex game, but I was told to tape so that what I did anyways I was tied up. That out of nowhere I could head Kate start to moan harder and harder there it is my wife if Cumming and I am behind the camera and another woman is doing to her, almost at he same time I hear John moan and he stiffens her back as if he exploded his load, He pulls out of Kate she turns to me opens her mouth to show me John’s cum and then swallows it all.

I then turn my attention to Mary which at this has not cum yet, Kate sees this and says “You will not get to touch her; she has her good friend to help with Cumming.”

Mary reaches under the pillow and pulls a huge vibrator turns it on and within seconds has a major orgasm.

The three of them get up and leave me there tied up to the chair and went to wash up. A couple of minutes later Kate walks in the room and says “I will untie you now, and you can go lie in bed and watch what you taped and do yourself if you want.”

I lay down with the knowledge that if I watched this I as going to masturbate, but at this very minute I did not feel like it and turned around and fell asleep. While in my sleep I feel some one pulling on my prick, I opened my eyes to see this amazing blond with a body that won’t quit and next to her a fire hot red head. In the door way Kate was standing there and says “There you go they are here for you now you have fun, see you later.

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You need to read valentines surprise to see how this all began.

*****

I was on my way home from work when I decided to visit my aunt Sydney. I called her to let her know that I’m on my way.

“Hello Sydney.”

“Hello lover. How are you feeling?”

I’m alright. I just called to let you know I’m coming to your house.”

really, what would you like to do lover?”

“First I’d like you to suck my dick in your front yard. That means I want you totally naked waiting for me to pull into the driveway. I’ll be there in ten minutes my little cunt.”

“I’ll be waiting lover.”

Sydney dashed upstairs to get ready for me. She came to the door just as I pulled up. She laid a towel on the grass and waited for me to get out of my car. I walked up to her and she fell to her knees and undid my pants and started to suck my dick.

“That’s a good little cunt. You love your bottle don’t you?”

“Yes lover. Your little cunt loves her bottle. I’ve been a good little cunt please cum in my mouth lover.”

She sucked my dick until I came. I came hard in her mouth. Sydney swallowed every drop of cum that came out.

“Mmmmmm that was good lover.”

We went into the living room and she laid down on the sofa and spread her legs. I started to lick her clit and massage her dripping wet hole.

“Oooh lover that feels good.” she said as I nibbled on her clit. “Fuck me lover. Fuck your little cunt with that massive dick of yours.”

I slowly slid my dick deep inside her dripping wet pussy and started to fuck her.

“I have a surprise for you lover.”

“Really what is it?”

“This is Rita and she wants you to fuck her like you fuck me.”

Rita came toward us. When she saw my dick she fell to her knees and started sucking my dick like Escort bayan she was worshipping a god. After I came in her mouth she got on her hands and knees so I could take her from behind. I slid my dick deep inside Rita’s dripping wet pussy.

“OH MY GOD BABY IT’S TOO BIG! YOUR STRETCHING MY PUSSY BABY!”Rita said as I pounded that tight little pussy of hers. “I GIVE YOU MY BODY TO DO WITH AS YOU PLEASE! FROM NOW ON I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE YOUR SLUT YOUR WHORE! WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE! CALL ME WHATEVER YOU WANT AND I’LL ANSWER TO THAT NAME!” Rita squealed. “I’M CUMMING BABY! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING OH MY GOD!”

“I now have two little cunts to fuck.”

“YES BABY I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT, I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT, I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT!” she screamed as I came deep inside of her.

“Your turn Sydney. I’m going to fuck you while you lick my cum from Rita’s pussy.”

“Yes lover.”

As I fucked Sydney she sent Rita over the edge licking the cum out of her dripping wet hole.

“YES LOVER! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME! WEAR IT OUT LOVER WEAR THIS PUSSY OUT! I’M CUMMING LOVER I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!”

As Sydney came so did I.

“Rita lick my cum out of Sydney’s dripping wet pussy.”

As Rita licked Sydney’s pussy I slid my dick into Rita’s asshole.

“OOOH BABY STRETCH MY ASSHOLE AND WEAR IT OUT! WEAR IT OUT AND FILL IT UP WITH THAT WARM CUM OF YOURS!”

I fucked Rita’s asshole hard and when I came her ass was overflowing with cum.

“Sydney lick my cum out of Rita’s asshole.”

“As you wish lover.”

Just like Rita I pounded Sydney’s asshole hard.

“OH YEAH LOVER WEAR THIS ASSHOLE OUT. WEAR IT OUT LOVER WEAR IT OUT! WEAR IT OUT LOVER WEAR IT OUT!”

I came hard filling Sydney’s Bayan escort asshole until it was overflowing with my cum. Rita licked my cum out of Sydney’s asshole.

“That was wonderful my little cunts just wonderful.”

This became a regular thing that always started with my dick being sucked in the front yard and my little cunts did as they were told.

I was at home enjoying my vacation. I was watching television when the doorbell rang. When I answered it there stood aunt Sydney.

“Hello my little cunt.”

“Hello lover. The reason I’m here is because I really needed to see you. Don’t worry I didn’t tell anyone that I was coming to see you.”

“Alright tell me what you need.”

“What I need is that massive dick of yours deep inside of me.”

“Interesting because I was just about to call you. I need my dick sucked and a clit to nibble on.”

“We know each other so well.”

“Don’t just stand there come in and have a seat.” Instead of sitting on the sofa Sydney got on her knees and started to suck my dick. It always feels so wonderful when she wraps her lips around my dick.

“Mmmmmm lover you taste so good. Cum in my mouth lover.”

as she said that I did. When Sydney sat down I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Making it easier for me to get to her clit. I removed her skirt, spread her legs and slowly started to lick and nibble on her clit.

“Yes lover that feels so good. I’m gonna cum lover.”

Just as I slid my tongue into her dripping wet hole she came.

“Give me that massive dick of yours lover.”

she got on her hands and knees and I slid my dick deep inside her dripping wet hole and began to fuck her.

“Yes LOVER FUCK ME! FUCK ME LOVER FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!”

At Escort the same time my mom came in through the back door. She also heard Sydney squealing.

“SYDNEY!!” mom yelled.

“Elizabeth what you doing here?”

“I came to see my son. I now see why you’ve been smiling a lot. How long have you been fucking my son?”

“About six months now. You should let him fuck you. Believe me he’s wonderful.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. Lover show your mom what you’re working with.”

I stood up so my mom could see my dick.

“Oh my you’ve grown into a big man.”

“He’s very talented with his tongue also.”

“Show your mommy what you can do.”

“Okay mom.”

Mom stripped down to her birthday suit. She leaned back with her legs spread exposing her clit. I started licking her clit and stroking her hole with my fingers. She arched her back as I ran my tongue over her slit and around her clit.

“Yes baby make momma cum.” Mom came the moment I slid my tongue into her dripping wet hole. I bent mom over and took her from behind.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD BABY! IT’S TOO BIG! IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’RE MUCH BIGGER THAN YOUR FATHER!” She squealed. “BABY YOU’RE STRETCHING MOMMA’S PUSSY! FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCK SYDNEY!”

That was all I needed to hear. I fucked her long and hard.

“I’M CUMMING BABY!”

“So am I.”

“FILL MAMMA’S PUSSY UP! FILL ME UP, FILL ME UP, FILL ME UP!”

With that I came hard and kept pounding her tight dripping wet pussy.

“BABY I GIVE MY BODY TO YOU TO DO WITH AS YOU PLEASE. FROM NOW ON I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE, YOUR SLUT, YOUR WHORE, YOUR FUCK TOY. ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO BE. YOU CAN CALL ME ANY NAME YOU WANT AND I’LL ANSWER TO THAT NAME!”

“You like Sydney are now and forever my little cunt!”

“YES BABY I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT. I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT. I’M YOUR LITTLE CUNT!”

“I want both of you to suck my dick until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes baby.”

“Yes lover.”

From that moment on I became my mother’s lover.

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Maybe Later

Continuing a tale of three fantasies: A rewarding life can be lived without a partner, a satisfying life can be lived without sex, and deserved rewards always await those who are patient.

*

Louann recommended “Phil’s Fish Market and Eatery,” down on the wharf, as they returned to Moss Landing late in the afternoon. “I’ve eaten here often,” she said, “and all my friends come here. Everybody loves it!”

Led to a table in a quiet corner, they each ordered a glass of Campari. Brett studied the menu for a moment. Louann studied Brett. “The Salmon Marsala looks good,” he considered. “But what do you recommend? Do they have any specialties?”

“Oh no, Brett, you’ve got to have their Cioppino! It’s to die for,” she urged. “That’s what I’m having.”

“Cioppino? What in blazes is Cioppino?” the Connecticut Yankee asked.

“It’s a fish stew,” she replied. “It’s made from crabs and mussels and scallops and shrimp, together with whatever fish happens to be the catch-du-jour. I’m going to get the lazy man’s version — it comes with the seafood shelled and the crab legs cracked. Otherwise you better make sure you get a bib!” Then she smiled, “You’ll get the bib — and the tools — even if you don’t ask.”

“Sounds adventurous,” he commented. “OK, Cioppino for two it is then.”

After placing their orders, Brett suggested checking in with Linda back home in New England. “It must be nearly 8:30 there,” he said as he glanced at his watch.

Louann was wide-eyed. “How much are you going to tell her?” she said with a look of surprise. Brett winked.

“Hi Lin,” he began at length. “How was your day?”

“Hi Brett,” his wife answered. “Hey, it was a day, sort of like all the rest, nothing special. What are you guys up to?”

He filled her in with a quick summary of their Big Sur drive.

“Sounds like you had a good time,” Linda said. “What are you planning for the evening?”

“We’re going to pick up movie or something — oops, Louann’s shaking her head… I think she’s already got one,” Brett responded. “I think I wore out your sister today, walking all over Point Sur. Hey, I’m going to hand this off to her. She’ll fill you in on the details. Love you, Lin!”

“Love you, too, Brett,” Linda said. “Just think, it’s like you two are having your birthday dinner together. You two have a great night together.” That weird tingling started again, but Linda willed it away.

“OK, kid. Here’s your sister,” he said, and with that he handed the cell phone off to his table mate. What’s with the birthday crap? he thought.

Louann and her sister talked for several minutes. Brett studied his sister-in-law as he sipped his wine. Impressive woman, he concluded.

As she handed Brett’s cell phone back to him, she looked perplexed, and if she questioned what she had just heard.

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Louann and Brett quietly sipped their after-dinner wine. He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “Louann,” he asked, “I think this is a good time and place to talk about some things.”

“That damn elephant again?” she grinned.

“Yeah, and it’s a whole herd of them by now.”

Brett looked down at her hands tenderly clasped in his. Beautiful hands, hands over which he had long fantasized. His wedding ring glinted in the softened light of their isolated booth.

Louann was touched by the tender moment as she waited while he struggled for words. Silently she was thankful she hadn’t taken the lead in this needed conversation.

“I have a problem,” he began. “I think you have one too.” He raised his eyes now to meet hers.

“There’s an incredible woman seated across from me, one whom I am blessed to have had accompany me on an unbelievably great day, one whom I find stunningly attractive.”

Louann felt tears coming to her eyes. No one had ever spoken so earnestly to her, not Antonio, no one.

“But as blessed as I am, I am damned that the incredible woman is not my wife. Worse, she’s the sister of my wife!” Brett’s eyes brimmed now with tears.

Amid the tears, they leaned across the small table and brushed each other’s lips.

“Louann,” he said, “would it be more comfortable for both of us if I booked myself in at the Captain’s Inn back there? Their sign said there was still a vacancy when we came in here.”

Brett had offered an out. They had both danced around the fidelity issue last evening, they had tested it today, and it would doubtless hang over them this evening.

Louann knew in an instant what her answer would be. Looking him straight in the eye, she didn’t flinch. “Nope. You’re my house guest. I don’t think that will be needed. We’re mature adults who can control ourselves.” But in her heart she wasn’t so certain. A conspiratorial smile crept across her face and she shot him her signature raised eyebrow.

Brett grinned in return. It was the response he had hoped for.

Linda’s closing wish hung in her Escort bayan sister’s mind all through dinner. Now, as they drove toward Louann’s home, she mentioned it to Brett, “After she told me she loved me, she said something about celebrating our birthdays, and hoping we have a great night together. She almost sounded wistful.”

“Hmmm,” Brett said, “she said the same thing to me, just before I handed you the phone. But I think she just wishes she was here, too.”

“No I don’t think so, Brett. It was almost like she wanted us to have… um, to ah…” Louann knew her face was getting red in the twilight as she tried to say to have sex. She recovered and continued, “It’s as if she knew about last evening. This afternoon, too. Am I reading too much into what she said — or has she set us up?” Louann mused aloud. It’s as if Linda knows what might happen… as if she wants it to happen!

“Wow, I hadn’t considered that interpretation,” he said. “You could certainly think that.”

“It’s like she has been setting us up,” Louann contemplated. Brett slowly shook his head in wonder. Perhaps Louann is right, he thought. Does Linda know what I’m thinking? Man, that’s spooky!

Handing Brett the “Elizabeth” video she picked up on her way to San Jose to meet him, Louann said, “Hey, you’re a clever guy. Get this going.” While he fiddled with her TV and video player, she got down two glasses and poured them each a wine.

“Shall I make some popcorn or something?” she asked.

“Not on my account,” Brett replied, “but don’t let me stop you if you want some.”

“Hey Brett,” Louann queried, “would you mind if I took a couple of minutes for a quick shower before we sit down for the evening?”

“Mind? Hell, no! In fact, I could help. I could wash your back. And stuff.”

Louann fixed him with what she hoped was an alluring smile, “Hmmm… Maybe later,” she mused.

Louann’s mind wandered as she basked in the warmth of her shower. Much as she would hate to admit it, she was as nervous as she was excited. She began to think that “Maybe later” might be very soon now. Her mouth went dry, grasping that the virginity she had guarded so valiantly since her early teens might possibly soon be bestowed on the man in her living room. Oh Louann, she thought, don’t even think of such a thing. That man is your sister’s husband! What about the unspoken bond with your sister?

Yet still, she reasoned, Linda seems to have abandoned the intimacy part of her marriage to Brett. She had seen evidence of it, and Brett had confirmed its reality today.

Quietly she wondered, if Brett again showed any interest, would she welcome him with the single, most personal gift she had to offer, that of herself?

Louann’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she was light-headed and weak-kneed. She giddily washed her body, and wherever she touched rejoiced in anticipation.

She glanced in the mirror as she dried herself and tried to imagine what a guy, what Brett, could find attractive about her. Don’t worry about it, Lou, she assured herself, remembering what went on all day, it’s obvious he likes what he sees. She applied deodorant under each arm, then reached for her favorite fragrance, dabbing a little under each breast. Then, with a wicked grin, she dabbed a drop into her pussy hair.

Brett sipped his wine in the quiet den. Faintly he could hear water running, then, not long after the water stopped, something else, something unfamiliar. It certainly sounded like Louann might be humming, something he had never heard before.

Life just isn’t fair, he mused. Three thousand miles away, there’s a woman who absolutely abhors sex, and thirty feet away there’s a woman who, unless I’m kidding myself, would dearly love to have sex.

I’m in the middle, he considered. I’m married to the distant woman, the woman to whom I’m bound by my wedding vows. But that attractive woman in the other room is, I think, attracted to me. And, truth be known, she looks pretty darned good to me too.

Linda’s words echoed again in Brett’s conscience. “Happy birthday, and have a great night together,” were her parting words a couple of hours ago.

Louann soon returned, now in her pajamas and that frowsy robe from this morning. “Wow,” Brett said softly, “you smell great! But there sure aren’t any pretenses about that robe. You must love the heck out of that old veteran.” She smiled as she sat near the end of her couch. Seated already at the other end, Brett started the movie.

Neither Louann nor her guest followed the movie too closely, only vaguely aware of Cate Blanchette’s and Ralph Fiennes’ flirtation and play as Elizabeth became The Virgin Queen. Louann replayed in her mind the hugs and kisses as they walked Point Sur, she felt once again the touch of Brett’s hands through her clothing on her breasts. She remembered the bulge in Brett’s pants, a genuine and unambiguous affirmation, by a person she respected, of her sexuality, Bayan escort something she had questioned in her advancing age. She tingled all over again, and she was sure she was damp once again, though she had been completely dry after the shower a few moments earlier.

Brett, too, was soon in reverie. He remembered the joy of her hands, those hands he found so incredibly sensual, as they touched his neck and his arms. He remembered the press of her generous breasts against his chest as they hugged. He recalled the saucy repartee as she urged him to adjust his equipment there on the Point. His pecker remembered, too, rising and straining and ready once again. Oh man! he thought. I ought to excuse myself for a shower, too, he thought, a quick cold one!

Alright, he thought, let’s make a move and see where it takes us. He took another sip of his wine, actually more a gulp than the sip he had planned. As he tried to keep from choking, and thinking he might distract her while he tried to adjust himself, Brett flopped down on his side, his head pillowed by Louann’s thigh.

Louann struggled to appear calm and collected as she absent-mindedly tried to watch the video on her TV. She picked up “Elizabeth” the day before, on the way to pick up her sister’s husband, knowing that Brett, like her, was interested in historical things. Her mind, however, raced to collect her thoughts, for Brett, her brother-in-law of twenty-odd years, lay next to her, his head on her lap.

“For God’s sake, don’t fart,” he said as he plopped his head onto her thigh.

Louann laughed, as much to mask her surprise at his action as at his attempt at humor. “OK,” she said, “but you have to promise not to bite anything.” Indeed, she noticed that her right breast hung within easy striking range of his smile. At the thought, she felt her nipples stiffen against her clothing.

“Hmmm…” he mused. “I’m not sure I can promise that.” Then, straining to see around her generous bust, Brett caught her eyes and added, with a devilish grin, “But if I can’t control myself, I promise only to nibble.”

After a moment, he shifted onto his side so he could see the movie, and as he did, he nudged her breast with the back of his head. Louann wasn’t certain, but it looked like Brett tried to mask something in his pants as he rolled to face the TV. Louann wondered if the nudge was intended. Part of her, at least, hoped it was.

Hmm, Brett thought, as the back of his head brushed her boob, she’s got a bra on under her pajama top. Why would she do that? Then he thought of his Aunt Callie. She had big boobs, and his mom had chuckled that Aunt Callie wore a bra to bed so as not to smother poor Uncle John during the night. He hadn’t understood what Mom meant at the time.

Louann flinched as he dropped his head onto her thigh, and he worried that he’d screwed up with that move. But as he rolled onto his side once more to watch the movie, she relaxed, and so did he. After a few moments he began to softly caress her thigh, at least what he could reach, with his free hand.

Damn, he thought to himself, this isn’t very comfortable. Indeed, he was lying partly on his arm, and he knew it would go to sleep pretty soon.

Louann could feel Brett’s breath on her thigh, and his hand stroking her knee was heavenly. But they were driving her nearly crazy. She reached for the controller and raised the volume a little and tried to focus on Elizabeth Regina. Regina? Vagina! Oh crap! she thought.

Without even noticing she was doing it, she started stroke Brett’s hair. And ear. And cheek. Now it was Brett who approached craziness.

Louann, the retired business leader, reached again for the controller and took a deep breath. After a moment, Louann, the newly sexual woman, clicked off the Virgin Queen. One virgin queen at a time in this room is enough, she decided.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, “Brett, do you remember the night when you and Linda were dating and you kissed her belly button?”

Brett froze for a second, wondering first what she knew about that night, and second, where in the world she was going. He spun around onto his back and tried to remember that time, thirty years or so ago. “Umm, yeah, I think so.”

Louann’s right boob was just above his nose, and Brett realized that if he raised his head a smidgin he could actually nibble her nipple, however many layers of clothing lay between it and his lips. “What brought that up? How did you know? What do you know?”

She ignored his questions. “When she got home that night, she was so excited that she had to tell somebody. I have thought about what she told me ever since,” she continued, softly and slowly. She quickly added, “And if you dare call it obsessing, you may go to your room right now!” Grinning, she pinched his cheek as a warning.

As he peered past that distracting protrusion, he thought, Humph, isn’t that how you define obsession? but he decided it might be fun to let it Escort go and see where this was leading. “How she squirmed and squealed!” he recalled with a smile.

“OK, buddy,” Louann informed him, “first, you need to sit up, right near me here.” She patted the couch beside her. “And second, you gotta promise not to tell anybody.” It occurred to her that she was about to break the same promise that Linda asked of her those many years ago. However sobering the thought was, she continued with resolve.

Brett snuggled up next to her and nodded, dumbstruck by what was happening.

“What we’re going to do is the same thing you did with Linda back then,” she instructed.

“I remember well that I came away with as bad a case of blue balls as I ever had.” As an afterthought, he added with a grin, “until today, I mean.”

“Umm, I’m not sure how to answer that, sailor,” Louann smiled. “Maybe later,” she added with a throaty chuckle.

With that, she grasped the back of his neck with those hands that drove him crazy, and drew his lips to hers in a fervent and hopeful embrace. Brett wrapped his arms around her as he returned the embrace with equal ardor. It was a kiss without end, as if they had never kissed before, and as if they had kissed forever. Their tongues touched, hesitant at first, then with a frenzy of passion.

As they broke for a breath of air, Brett’s lips found her cheek, then her earlobe.

“No,” Louann whispered, “eyelids next, please.”

Brett was puzzled but readily complied, and touched his lips first to one eyelid then the other.

“Now the earlobes?” he asked. A ragged moan was his answer, and he again kissed a ring-adorned earlobe. From there he kissed her neck, firmly under her hair, then tenderly under her chin.

“You’re doing fine, sailor,” Louann approved, and kissed Brett’s forehead, at the moment all her lips could reach. She began to slip sideways on the couch. As Brett followed, he fell atop her, and his lips now encountered the collar and top buttons of her pajama top. He tried pushing past the obstruction, pressing his kisses through the light fabric of the top.

In a flash of inspiration, he closed his teeth around the top button to bite it off, but Louann gently pushed him away. As he straightened up a bit, she fixed her eyes on his and slowly unbuttoned the top button.

“Care to help?” she asked.

It was Brett’s turn to growl and nod his head. He reached a hand to each lapel of the flimsy top and was about to rip it apart when she stopped him.

“Whoa, slow down there, cowboy. I may want to wear this old rag again sometime.”

Brett grinned and quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons.

Louann felt a thrill course through her body. As nearly as she could remember, this was just the way Linda had described it so long ago.

Brett continued to attack with fiery lips on the tops of her breasts. Hmmm, he puzzled to himself, I wonder what her memory says about this damned bra.

Louann had closed her eyes and leaned back in ecstasy. This is where he’s supposed to fumble with my bra, then I’ll help him by taking it off. She nearly giggled aloud in anticipation.

Brett leaned back, looking in awe for a second at the valley of cleavage he was greeted with and the generous, soft orbs of skin it lay between. He caught sight of a stray drop of sweat running down Louann’s chest, into that very valley, and leaned forward to catch it on his tongue, licking upwards and following its path upward to her neck. He marveled at how even Louann’s sweat seemed sweet.

He continued to nuzzle the unyielding brassiere awaiting a clue from his director. He remembered the desire he had harbored for so long, that he wanted to squeeze and suck and nip those tits, and now, so near that goal, frustration was mounting. Neither hearing nor sensing a suggestion, he lifted the bottom of Louann’s bra and slid his hands underneath to cup her waiting breasts.

“No, no,” Louann cried, “take it off. You’re supposed to take it off!” With that, she arched her back, and he slid his hands behind her and easily undid the clasp. Brett’s nose was buried against her sternum, deep between her still large breasts, just as Louann imagined so long ago, and she was still right even at her almost fifty years.

Oh crap, Louann thought. I was supposed to help him with the clasp. But the feel of his hands caressing her breasts and the surprise of his tongue sweeping up her chest more than made up for the deviation from the script.

“Hang on a minute,” she said breathlessly. “Would you go turn that light off? I guess I’m an old prude, but I’m not quite comfortable undressing in front of you.” She thought to add, I don’t remember ever having undressed in front of anybody since Linda was my roommate back home.

Brett tried to avert his eyes as he stood up but couldn’t help glance down on his slightly disheveled sister-in-law. Inwardly he chuckled, for her rumpled robe had slipped and wrapped around her throat, her open pajama top revealed her bra up around her neck, and her pajama bottoms had ridden up past her knees and showed a well-defined camel toe at her crotch. Ow, he thought, that can’t be very comfortable!

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Warning – To those of you who accessed this story through the ‘Winter Contest Portal’, please be advised that this is an ‘Incest Category’ story.

It is also a story that touches on the war in Iraq and as the Holiday Season fast approaches I hope all of us, whether in the U.S, Britain, Australia or Canada or wherever, take a few minutes to think of, and pray for, the boys and girls, the men and women, who are serving their countries selflessly and under great danger in foreign lands.

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Dec 10th

We were slowly recovering, Dani and I, painstakingly putting back together the shattered pieces of our life, trying to somehow work out a way to go on. It was at eight a.m. on December 10th, a cold bleak Maine morning, when the final blow hit, the eerie, tinny ringing of the hall phone heralding the news we’d been fearing since he’d left.

An agonizingly painful and slow death of a wife and mother, a vicious rape of a kind but innocent virgin, and now this, a valiant boy struck down, an innocent claimed by warring factions, a pawn in some bizarre, international dance of death.

“Oh Daddy, I need you. He’s dead Daddy, Johnnie’s dead,” I heard, a forlorn wail of sadness leaking from the phone into my ear, “They blew him up Daddy, some muslim”

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I started, such inadequate words, I thought, surely a Father, even a grieving Father, should be able to do better than this, should somehow be able to protect his loved ones…………not just let them die and suffer. ‘Fuck you God’, I screamed internally as I tried to offer solace to my lovely daughter miles away on some forlorn Marine base.

“I’m on my way darling,” I finally told my nineteen year old daughter, mother of a three month old son, and now suddenly a widow. “Do you have someone with you? I’ll be there tonight Jacqui; we’ll call you from the road…….it’ll be alright, I promise,” I ended.

Turning, the phone dead in my hands, I saw Danielle, my youngest, only eighteen and already twice this year she’d been smashed by fate. “Johnnie?” she whispered, new lines of grief already etched on her young face.

“It’s not fair Daddy, it’s just not fair,” she sobbed, leaning listlessly against me, and every tremor that shook her body was a silent accusation that reverberated through me.

We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps.

Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp, excited at the prospect of serving his country.

Neither his father nor I could dissuade him from the Corps, he had always wanted to join the Marines, serve his country, be a man……”I’ve got to go Mr. Scouries,” he’d argued with a young man’s uncomplicated view of the world, “Somebody’s got to defend us Sir, we can’t just let them insult us, bomb us, kill us.” And now he’s dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family.

In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. ‘If only we had caught it earlier’ her Doctor told me, ‘then maybe we could have done something,’ he had added. ‘Fuck you too Doc’ I had thought as I watched Julie fade before my eyes, months of pain finally culminating in a horrible death, her youngest daughter, a high school senior, suffering silently as her Mom slowly disappeared.

John Jr.’s birth in August had lifted us all, given us a reprieve from our sorrow, an opportunity to believe in life again. But his Dad had already left for Iraq before his son’s birth and the nightly visions of death and mayhem we saw on CNN gave us all a forbidding chill.

And then Dani! She’d always been the true innocent, someone who was always happy and smiling and kind and helpful and sweet; simply put she was the best of us, the person we all tried to secretly emulate. Just seeing her smile of approval, or her happy laugh produced by something we did, was enough to make your day, and even though the youngest in the family, somehow it was she who was its essence.

Her cell phone was still working when she came-to that night, moaning from the black eyes, the broken tooth, the pair of cracked ribs, and as she struggled to call her Father, to call me, she had felt the blood seeping from her shattered cunt, her savagely split rectum.

“Daddy, please I need you, they hurt me Daddy,” were the words I awoke to, and Dani’s sobs and moans still haunt me months later, and I know that nightmare is still her true reality, the wound reopened again by Johnnie’s stupid death.

That night she had insisted that I bring her home, ‘no police Daddy, no hospital’, she’d cried, only finally Escort bayan agreeing to let her aunt, a nurse, come and see to her. The body mends of course, and slowly she recovered, but it was obvious something had dramatically altered within her and as the weeks passed, I feared I’d never find the old Dani again.

She saw me cleaning the rifle one night, surprising me when I thought she was asleep and simply sat opposite me and said, “I want to be there Daddy, when you do it.” Two nights later two boys, eighteen and twenty, died, and as I dropped their weighted bodies into Benjamin’s swamp, I felt no hate for them, just a sad remorse at the waste they’d made of their short existence.

Three weeks after the accident Dani announced one night, in a cold and completely disinterested voice, “I’m not going back to school Daddy, I’m finished. Finished with school and men and……….. Can I stay with you Daddy, always?”

In the weeks since, she had improved somewhat, and slowly I was trying to nurse her back to happiness, but it seemed to be only the stream of pictures that arrived from her sister, pictures of her new born nephew, that awakened her broken soul.

I often woke up in the mornings to find Dani wrapped around me, the nightmares of the darkness having driven her to her fathers bed, relieving the days of her childhood when she’d race fearful to her parent’s bed at the first roar of the thunderstorm.

Strangely, none of us had ever thought of Dani as a sexual creature, she had always been the shy tomboy to her sister’s ‘high school queen’ vivaciousness. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty.

Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5’8″, she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she’d find a man and lover for her life.

Often in the mornings I’d watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds between sleep and arousal, to see the young girl again before the veil of sadness slipped film like over her eyes.

I had made some small progress, and although she absolutely refused to see professional help, as the days and weeks sped by, I was able to get her out more and more, for shopping, meals, errands etc., and had felt that with the imminent arrival of Jacqui for Christmas that the worst was over.

And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love.

As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, “Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?”

“Its complicated honey,” I started, unsure myself, “But the President, his advisors, believe that for democracy, for freedom to”

“But they lied Daddy,” Dani interrupted, “About the nuclear weapons, the chemical weapons”

“He’s trying to do his best,” I offered lamely.

Miles later she began again, “But Daddy, we shouldn’t torture people should we?”

“No sweetie, Americans should never torture anybody. It’s not our way, it’s against everything we believe,” I answered, sure for once, knowing in my heart where I stood on the torture of human beings.

“Why doesn’t he just stop it Daddy, he’s the President?”

“You know Dani, I have the feeling that soon he’s going to sit down one day, and no matter what his advisers have told him, he’ll just announce to the American people, ‘That’s it – we’re not torturers – we’re stopping today’, period.

We were quiet most of the rest of the way, both of us wondering how we’d find Jacqui and how we could help her in her time of need.

Dec 10-17th

Johnnie was buried in a small, white picket fence surrounded cemetery, set gently in a little woods just outside his hometown in Maine on December 17th, 2005, a nineteen year old boy who had proudly served his country.

It had been an almost impossible week for all of us, from the second we knocked on the door of Jacqui’s small, rundown apartment in Jacksonville, North Carolina until the first shovel full of dirt was tossed on Johnnie’s casket and a spit and polish Marine handed Jacqui the folded up flag of the country her husband had fought for.

We had cried and talked, filled out endless military and government forms, driven a thousand miles, had a wake in both North Carolina and Maine, buried a husband; and during this nightmare the only thing that kept us going was John Jr.

I’d walk in on Dani playing on the floor with her nephew and see a light in her eyes I hadn’t seen in over a year, and she’d simply explain to me, “He senses how we feel Daddy; you’ve got to be happy, truly happy, when you’re here with John.”

And we all were, the three of us always turning to John Bayan escort when we needed a lift, and I loved watching Jacqui feed her son, his eager lips stretching to catch his Mommies teat. And strangely, when we got back to the farm, we were happy, the three of us spending our evenings alone together, and finally free of the constant visits and condolences we’d received during the day, we drew sustenance from each others presence.

Dec 19th

“What’s wrong with Dani Dad?” Jacqui asked when she caught me alone, two days after the funeral.

“What do you mean sweetie?”

“Something’s wrong with her Dad,” she insisted.

“Well first Mom, and now Johnnie…….she’s”

“There’s something else Daddy. Why isn’t she in school anyway? She’s supposed to be at college. She started in September.”

“She didn’t like her course dear. She couldn’t study or concentrate……… she’ll probably go back next fall.” I stonewalled, not wanting Jacqui troubled even more.

“I’ll ask her then,” she replied and then turned to go.

“No Jacqui please, you’ll hurt her,” I pled.

“Then tell me,” she demanded.

“Sit,” I ordered, still undecided whether to add to her troubles.

“Daddy?” she finally asked.

“She was hurt honey. She was hurt after her first college dance. Two boys, they…..”

“They what?”

“Dani was beaten up Jacqui,” I whispered, struggling to get each word out. “She was beaten and raped and left lying broken on the road”

“Oh Daddy, you should have called, I would have come. Oh poor Dani, she’d never been with a boy before,” she sobbed.

“You’d just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn’t want to bother”

“But she’s my sister Dad. And what’d the cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven’t I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything.”

“She wouldn’t go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she’d kill herself if I made her.”

“But………. Who are they Daddy? God, I’ll fucking kill the bastards,” she screamed.

“It’s okay now Jacqui,” we both heard whispered from the doorway, and turning saw Dani standing watching us.

“Oh Dani,” Jacqui cried, rushing to embrace her little sister, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

As I watched my two girls sobbing in each others arms, I wondered for the thousandth time that year why we were being punished, just what thing had I done to wreck such havoc on my loved ones.

Finally Jacqui pulled away from her sister, and demanded angrily, “Who are they Dani, what are their names, I swear I’ll”

“They’re buried in the swamp at the back of old man Benjamin’s farm, Jacqui,’ her sister finally said.

“What? But……….. Daddy!”

“It’s best you don’t know Jacqui,” I argued, “It’s over now.”

“Did you make them suffer Daddy? Really suffer?” she demanded harshly.

“They were just mad dogs Jacqui. You don’t make mad dogs suffer honey, you just put them out of their misery,” I said sighing.

“And you?” she asked her sister, “Are you alright? Can I”

“I’m okay Jacqui, it’s just that I’m scared, I’m”

“C’mon Dani,” she said to her sister, leading her away, “We’re going to talk.”

I heard the two talking late into the night and found myself relieved they had each other, that perhaps they could cure each others sadness.

Dec 21st

“You like watching John Junior breastfeed, don’t you Dad,” Jacqui all of a sudden asked, looking at me staring at her sons hungry lips sucking from her distended teat. We were sitting in the den when she asked her question, the three of us spending quiet time together after dinner, a routine we had fallen into the last week, finding life bearable now only in each others presence.

“Yes honey,” I answered, meeting her gaze.

“Is it my tits you like watching?”

“Jacqui!” squawked Danielle.

“It’s OK Dani,” I interrupted, “And yes Jacqui, I love watching a woman’s bare breasts, they’re one of God’s greatest designs. Their roundness, their perfect shape, the beautiful dark circles, the little fat nipples….. And yours sweetie, with Junior tugging thirstily, they’re”

“Daddy!”

“Shhhh Dani,” laughed Jacqui, “There’s nothing wrong with the human body.”

“Do either of you remember drinking from your Mom?” I asked pensively.

“I was too young Daddy,” Dani answered in a little girl’s voice.

And seeing Jacqui also shake her head I told them, “My earliest memory is of my Mother’s breast; even today I can remember her taste, her smell, her feel, her laughter, the room she fed me in”

“It’s impossible,” argued Jacqui, “You can’t remember that far back.”

“I know honey, but …….. I do, its there, in my brain,………… it’s the oldest recollection I have…….whenever I see a baby at his mother’s breast, its there,” I finished.

“I wish I remembered it, with Mom I mean,” Dani interjected wistfully.

“I Escort remember you, you little scamp, so hungry, so fierce when you sucked from Mommy,” I remembered laughing.

“What about me Daddy?” Jacqui demanded, as both of the girls watched me raptly.

“You were a quiet one, honey,” I said grinning, the joy a happy memory brings coursing through me, “So serious as you sucked, concentrating and never wanting to let go and let your Daddy have any.”

“What? You didn’t drink Mommy’s milk did you Daddy?”

“Of course Dani! Your Mom loved it when I tasted her, when I sucked from her leaking nipples, when I had her milk in my mouth.”

“But was there enough left for Jacqui? For me?” asked my fascinated daughter.

“Well, you look pretty healthy honey, so I guess”

“Do you want to taste me Daddy? Would you like to taste my milk?” Jacqui blurted out, an excitement in her voice.

“Jacqui!” exclaimed the again incredulous Dani.

“Well. What about you Dani,” Jacqui challenged as she completely opened her blouse, exposing both her full, ripe breasts to our gazes.

‘Jesus,’ I muttered under my breath as we both gaped at Jacqui’s perfection.

“But I’m a girl,….. I mean an adult, ……. I couldn’t,” stammered Dani, clearly flummoxed by her sister’s offer.

“But wouldn’t you like to know what a woman’s milk tastes like, feels like,” she enticed. And then moving to sit next to Jacqui, she added, “Someday your baby’s going to drink from you Dani,”

“But Jacqui,” she protested as her sister pulled her head to her chest.

“Come here. Put a hand under it Dani,” she directed her sister, “Cup it, yes, yes just like that. Open your lips, ummmm, yes that’s nice, so nice, suck me Dani, drink my milk,” she begged her younger sister.

Watching my Danielle lapping at her sister’s breast stunned me, the paternal love I felt for my two girls suddenly superseded by a desperate hardness in my groin, an unnatural lust to possess them both.

I could see Jacqui looking at me as her sister sucked, and knew she understood what was happening in my brain, had noticed the hardness in my pants and yet I saw a tenderness, even an invitation in her eyes as I turned away ashamed.

When Dani finally finished suckling, she lay back languidly against me, and with a thin trickle of milk sliding down her chin, murmured, “It’s good Jacqui, so good. I can’t wait,…. I mean, I want my baby………..to drink from me….I want to feel,”

“Would you like to feel Junior feeding from you?” Jacqui offered.

“But, I don’t have any milk for him, I”

Lifting her baby from her bed, Jacqui replied, luring gently, “Just for a minute Dani, just to try it, take your sweater off. Its fun you’ll see,” she added laughing.

“But,” she started to protest, even as her hands moved to pull her sweater over her head. She turned to quickly look back at me as she sat, just covered only by a lacy bra. “I’m embarrassed Daddy, don’t watch,” she whispered, her face blushing crimson, “Maybe I shouldn’t”

“Shhh Baby,” I whispered as I unhooked her and slid the thin silky straps from her shoulder, baring a perfect chest, two ruby tipped cones, proudly firm with puffy aureoles that made me tremble and wish it was I who was going to feed.

“God, you’re gorgeous, they’re beautiful,” her sister gushed.

“I’m ugly,” Dani whispered back, “Boys hate me, they”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re perfect,” Jacqui answered as she brought her son to Dani’s quivering breast, and laughed as Junior latched hungrily on.

“Ohh, oh God Jacqui, it feels weird, good, oh wow,” she enthused until the baby released her teat and looked up angrily; ready to wail his protest at her milkless tit.

“I’m sorry Johnnie, your Auntie doesn’t have any milk for you today,” she laughed, as she brought her little nephew to her lips, kissing him happily. “I’m going to though,” she promised.

“Whoa there young lady,” I interrupted, “You’ve got to find a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, make love, become pregnant, then feed your baby.”

Dani came out of her reverie at my words, and at first I feared she was about to cry, but then she all of a sudden said, “I could get artificially inseminated Daddy.”

“Are you nuts?” Jacqui screeched at her sister, just beating me to the punch, “You’re going to find a handsome boy and fall in love and”

“No I’m not,” she hissed back. “I’m never leaving Daddy, the farm, the,” she added, a sad despair in her voice. The sisters slept together again that night and each time they spent a night together it seemed to bring them ever closer to their old selves.

Dec 22nd

The next night at dinner Jacqui innocently asked, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey.”

“It’s maybe not my business, but I,”

“Go ahead Jacqui,” I laughed, “That’s never stopped you before.”

“That’s for sure,” added her younger sister.

“Its about sex Daddy,” she said smiling.

“Yes?” I answered tentatively, wishing immediately she had chosen some other topic.

“Do you miss not…………. I mean, what do you do now that Mom’s not here?….. I mean, do you have sex with other women?”

“JACQUI!” screamed her sister, “Mommy just died.”

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Warning – To those of you who accessed this story through the ‘Winter Contest Portal’, please be advised that this is an ‘Incest Category’ story.

It is also a story that touches on the war in Iraq and as the Holiday Season fast approaches I hope all of us, whether in the U.S, Britain, Australia or Canada or wherever, take a few minutes to think of, and pray for, the boys and girls, the men and women, who are serving their countries selflessly and under great danger in foreign lands.

*

Dec 10th

We were slowly recovering, Dani and I, painstakingly putting back together the shattered pieces of our life, trying to somehow work out a way to go on. It was at eight a.m. on December 10th, a cold bleak Maine morning, when the final blow hit, the eerie, tinny ringing of the hall phone heralding the news we’d been fearing since he’d left.

An agonizingly painful and slow death of a wife and mother, a vicious rape of a kind but innocent virgin, and now this, a valiant boy struck down, an innocent claimed by warring factions, a pawn in some bizarre, international dance of death.

“Oh Daddy, I need you. He’s dead Daddy, Johnnie’s dead,” I heard, a forlorn wail of sadness leaking from the phone into my ear, “They blew him up Daddy, some muslim”

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I started, such inadequate words, I thought, surely a Father, even a grieving Father, should be able to do better than this, should somehow be able to protect his loved ones…………not just let them die and suffer. ‘Fuck you God’, I screamed internally as I tried to offer solace to my lovely daughter miles away on some forlorn Marine base.

“I’m on my way darling,” I finally told my nineteen year old daughter, mother of a three month old son, and now suddenly a widow. “Do you have someone with you? I’ll be there tonight Jacqui; we’ll call you from the road…….it’ll be alright, I promise,” I ended.

Turning, the phone dead in my hands, I saw Danielle, my youngest, only eighteen and already twice this year she’d been smashed by fate. “Johnnie?” she whispered, new lines of grief already etched on her young face.

“It’s not fair Daddy, it’s just not fair,” she sobbed, leaning listlessly against me, and every tremor that shook her body was a silent accusation that reverberated through me.

We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps.

Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp, excited at the prospect of serving his country.

Neither his father nor I could dissuade him from the Corps, he had always wanted to join the Marines, serve his country, be a man……”I’ve got to go Mr. Scouries,” he’d argued with a young man’s uncomplicated view of the world, “Somebody’s got to defend us Sir, we can’t just let them insult us, bomb us, kill us.” And now he’s dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family.

In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. ‘If only we had caught it earlier’ her Doctor told me, ‘then maybe we could have done something,’ he had added. ‘Fuck you too Doc’ I had thought as I watched Julie fade before my eyes, months of pain finally culminating in a horrible death, her youngest daughter, a high school senior, suffering silently as her Mom slowly disappeared.

John Jr.’s birth in August had lifted us all, given us a reprieve from our sorrow, an opportunity to believe in life again. But his Dad had already left for Iraq before his son’s birth and the nightly visions of death and mayhem we saw on CNN gave us all a forbidding chill.

And then Dani! She’d always been the true innocent, someone who was always happy and smiling and kind and helpful and sweet; simply put she was the best of us, the person we all tried to secretly emulate. Just seeing her smile of approval, or her happy laugh produced by something we did, was enough to make your day, and even though the youngest in the family, somehow it was she who was its essence.

Her cell phone was still working when she came-to that night, moaning from the black eyes, the broken tooth, the pair of cracked ribs, and as she struggled to call her Father, to call me, she had felt the blood seeping from her shattered cunt, her savagely split rectum.

“Daddy, please I need you, they hurt me Daddy,” were the words I awoke to, and Dani’s sobs and moans still haunt me months later, and I know that nightmare is still her true reality, the wound reopened again by Johnnie’s stupid death.

That night she had insisted that I bring her home, ‘no police Daddy, no hospital’, she’d cried, only finally Escort bayan agreeing to let her aunt, a nurse, come and see to her. The body mends of course, and slowly she recovered, but it was obvious something had dramatically altered within her and as the weeks passed, I feared I’d never find the old Dani again.

She saw me cleaning the rifle one night, surprising me when I thought she was asleep and simply sat opposite me and said, “I want to be there Daddy, when you do it.” Two nights later two boys, eighteen and twenty, died, and as I dropped their weighted bodies into Benjamin’s swamp, I felt no hate for them, just a sad remorse at the waste they’d made of their short existence.

Three weeks after the accident Dani announced one night, in a cold and completely disinterested voice, “I’m not going back to school Daddy, I’m finished. Finished with school and men and……….. Can I stay with you Daddy, always?”

In the weeks since, she had improved somewhat, and slowly I was trying to nurse her back to happiness, but it seemed to be only the stream of pictures that arrived from her sister, pictures of her new born nephew, that awakened her broken soul.

I often woke up in the mornings to find Dani wrapped around me, the nightmares of the darkness having driven her to her fathers bed, relieving the days of her childhood when she’d race fearful to her parent’s bed at the first roar of the thunderstorm.

Strangely, none of us had ever thought of Dani as a sexual creature, she had always been the shy tomboy to her sister’s ‘high school queen’ vivaciousness. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty.

Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5’8″, she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she’d find a man and lover for her life.

Often in the mornings I’d watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds between sleep and arousal, to see the young girl again before the veil of sadness slipped film like over her eyes.

I had made some small progress, and although she absolutely refused to see professional help, as the days and weeks sped by, I was able to get her out more and more, for shopping, meals, errands etc., and had felt that with the imminent arrival of Jacqui for Christmas that the worst was over.

And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love.

As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, “Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?”

“Its complicated honey,” I started, unsure myself, “But the President, his advisors, believe that for democracy, for freedom to”

“But they lied Daddy,” Dani interrupted, “About the nuclear weapons, the chemical weapons”

“He’s trying to do his best,” I offered lamely.

Miles later she began again, “But Daddy, we shouldn’t torture people should we?”

“No sweetie, Americans should never torture anybody. It’s not our way, it’s against everything we believe,” I answered, sure for once, knowing in my heart where I stood on the torture of human beings.

“Why doesn’t he just stop it Daddy, he’s the President?”

“You know Dani, I have the feeling that soon he’s going to sit down one day, and no matter what his advisers have told him, he’ll just announce to the American people, ‘That’s it – we’re not torturers – we’re stopping today’, period.

We were quiet most of the rest of the way, both of us wondering how we’d find Jacqui and how we could help her in her time of need.

Dec 10-17th

Johnnie was buried in a small, white picket fence surrounded cemetery, set gently in a little woods just outside his hometown in Maine on December 17th, 2005, a nineteen year old boy who had proudly served his country.

It had been an almost impossible week for all of us, from the second we knocked on the door of Jacqui’s small, rundown apartment in Jacksonville, North Carolina until the first shovel full of dirt was tossed on Johnnie’s casket and a spit and polish Marine handed Jacqui the folded up flag of the country her husband had fought for.

We had cried and talked, filled out endless military and government forms, driven a thousand miles, had a wake in both North Carolina and Maine, buried a husband; and during this nightmare the only thing that kept us going was John Jr.

I’d walk in on Dani playing on the floor with her nephew and see a light in her eyes I hadn’t seen in over a year, and she’d simply explain to me, “He senses how we feel Daddy; you’ve got to be happy, truly happy, when you’re here with John.”

And we all were, the three of us always turning to John Bayan escort when we needed a lift, and I loved watching Jacqui feed her son, his eager lips stretching to catch his Mommies teat. And strangely, when we got back to the farm, we were happy, the three of us spending our evenings alone together, and finally free of the constant visits and condolences we’d received during the day, we drew sustenance from each others presence.

Dec 19th

“What’s wrong with Dani Dad?” Jacqui asked when she caught me alone, two days after the funeral.

“What do you mean sweetie?”

“Something’s wrong with her Dad,” she insisted.

“Well first Mom, and now Johnnie…….she’s”

“There’s something else Daddy. Why isn’t she in school anyway? She’s supposed to be at college. She started in September.”

“She didn’t like her course dear. She couldn’t study or concentrate……… she’ll probably go back next fall.” I stonewalled, not wanting Jacqui troubled even more.

“I’ll ask her then,” she replied and then turned to go.

“No Jacqui please, you’ll hurt her,” I pled.

“Then tell me,” she demanded.

“Sit,” I ordered, still undecided whether to add to her troubles.

“Daddy?” she finally asked.

“She was hurt honey. She was hurt after her first college dance. Two boys, they…..”

“They what?”

“Dani was beaten up Jacqui,” I whispered, struggling to get each word out. “She was beaten and raped and left lying broken on the road”

“Oh Daddy, you should have called, I would have come. Oh poor Dani, she’d never been with a boy before,” she sobbed.

“You’d just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn’t want to bother”

“But she’s my sister Dad. And what’d the cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven’t I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything.”

“She wouldn’t go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she’d kill herself if I made her.”

“But………. Who are they Daddy? God, I’ll fucking kill the bastards,” she screamed.

“It’s okay now Jacqui,” we both heard whispered from the doorway, and turning saw Dani standing watching us.

“Oh Dani,” Jacqui cried, rushing to embrace her little sister, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

As I watched my two girls sobbing in each others arms, I wondered for the thousandth time that year why we were being punished, just what thing had I done to wreck such havoc on my loved ones.

Finally Jacqui pulled away from her sister, and demanded angrily, “Who are they Dani, what are their names, I swear I’ll”

“They’re buried in the swamp at the back of old man Benjamin’s farm, Jacqui,’ her sister finally said.

“What? But……….. Daddy!”

“It’s best you don’t know Jacqui,” I argued, “It’s over now.”

“Did you make them suffer Daddy? Really suffer?” she demanded harshly.

“They were just mad dogs Jacqui. You don’t make mad dogs suffer honey, you just put them out of their misery,” I said sighing.

“And you?” she asked her sister, “Are you alright? Can I”

“I’m okay Jacqui, it’s just that I’m scared, I’m”

“C’mon Dani,” she said to her sister, leading her away, “We’re going to talk.”

I heard the two talking late into the night and found myself relieved they had each other, that perhaps they could cure each others sadness.

Dec 21st

“You like watching John Junior breastfeed, don’t you Dad,” Jacqui all of a sudden asked, looking at me staring at her sons hungry lips sucking from her distended teat. We were sitting in the den when she asked her question, the three of us spending quiet time together after dinner, a routine we had fallen into the last week, finding life bearable now only in each others presence.

“Yes honey,” I answered, meeting her gaze.

“Is it my tits you like watching?”

“Jacqui!” squawked Danielle.

“It’s OK Dani,” I interrupted, “And yes Jacqui, I love watching a woman’s bare breasts, they’re one of God’s greatest designs. Their roundness, their perfect shape, the beautiful dark circles, the little fat nipples….. And yours sweetie, with Junior tugging thirstily, they’re”

“Daddy!”

“Shhhh Dani,” laughed Jacqui, “There’s nothing wrong with the human body.”

“Do either of you remember drinking from your Mom?” I asked pensively.

“I was too young Daddy,” Dani answered in a little girl’s voice.

And seeing Jacqui also shake her head I told them, “My earliest memory is of my Mother’s breast; even today I can remember her taste, her smell, her feel, her laughter, the room she fed me in”

“It’s impossible,” argued Jacqui, “You can’t remember that far back.”

“I know honey, but …….. I do, its there, in my brain,………… it’s the oldest recollection I have…….whenever I see a baby at his mother’s breast, its there,” I finished.

“I wish I remembered it, with Mom I mean,” Dani interjected wistfully.

“I Escort remember you, you little scamp, so hungry, so fierce when you sucked from Mommy,” I remembered laughing.

“What about me Daddy?” Jacqui demanded, as both of the girls watched me raptly.

“You were a quiet one, honey,” I said grinning, the joy a happy memory brings coursing through me, “So serious as you sucked, concentrating and never wanting to let go and let your Daddy have any.”

“What? You didn’t drink Mommy’s milk did you Daddy?”

“Of course Dani! Your Mom loved it when I tasted her, when I sucked from her leaking nipples, when I had her milk in my mouth.”

“But was there enough left for Jacqui? For me?” asked my fascinated daughter.

“Well, you look pretty healthy honey, so I guess”

“Do you want to taste me Daddy? Would you like to taste my milk?” Jacqui blurted out, an excitement in her voice.

“Jacqui!” exclaimed the again incredulous Dani.

“Well. What about you Dani,” Jacqui challenged as she completely opened her blouse, exposing both her full, ripe breasts to our gazes.

‘Jesus,’ I muttered under my breath as we both gaped at Jacqui’s perfection.

“But I’m a girl,….. I mean an adult, ……. I couldn’t,” stammered Dani, clearly flummoxed by her sister’s offer.

“But wouldn’t you like to know what a woman’s milk tastes like, feels like,” she enticed. And then moving to sit next to Jacqui, she added, “Someday your baby’s going to drink from you Dani,”

“But Jacqui,” she protested as her sister pulled her head to her chest.

“Come here. Put a hand under it Dani,” she directed her sister, “Cup it, yes, yes just like that. Open your lips, ummmm, yes that’s nice, so nice, suck me Dani, drink my milk,” she begged her younger sister.

Watching my Danielle lapping at her sister’s breast stunned me, the paternal love I felt for my two girls suddenly superseded by a desperate hardness in my groin, an unnatural lust to possess them both.

I could see Jacqui looking at me as her sister sucked, and knew she understood what was happening in my brain, had noticed the hardness in my pants and yet I saw a tenderness, even an invitation in her eyes as I turned away ashamed.

When Dani finally finished suckling, she lay back languidly against me, and with a thin trickle of milk sliding down her chin, murmured, “It’s good Jacqui, so good. I can’t wait,…. I mean, I want my baby………..to drink from me….I want to feel,”

“Would you like to feel Junior feeding from you?” Jacqui offered.

“But, I don’t have any milk for him, I”

Lifting her baby from her bed, Jacqui replied, luring gently, “Just for a minute Dani, just to try it, take your sweater off. Its fun you’ll see,” she added laughing.

“But,” she started to protest, even as her hands moved to pull her sweater over her head. She turned to quickly look back at me as she sat, just covered only by a lacy bra. “I’m embarrassed Daddy, don’t watch,” she whispered, her face blushing crimson, “Maybe I shouldn’t”

“Shhh Baby,” I whispered as I unhooked her and slid the thin silky straps from her shoulder, baring a perfect chest, two ruby tipped cones, proudly firm with puffy aureoles that made me tremble and wish it was I who was going to feed.

“God, you’re gorgeous, they’re beautiful,” her sister gushed.

“I’m ugly,” Dani whispered back, “Boys hate me, they”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re perfect,” Jacqui answered as she brought her son to Dani’s quivering breast, and laughed as Junior latched hungrily on.

“Ohh, oh God Jacqui, it feels weird, good, oh wow,” she enthused until the baby released her teat and looked up angrily; ready to wail his protest at her milkless tit.

“I’m sorry Johnnie, your Auntie doesn’t have any milk for you today,” she laughed, as she brought her little nephew to her lips, kissing him happily. “I’m going to though,” she promised.

“Whoa there young lady,” I interrupted, “You’ve got to find a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, make love, become pregnant, then feed your baby.”

Dani came out of her reverie at my words, and at first I feared she was about to cry, but then she all of a sudden said, “I could get artificially inseminated Daddy.”

“Are you nuts?” Jacqui screeched at her sister, just beating me to the punch, “You’re going to find a handsome boy and fall in love and”

“No I’m not,” she hissed back. “I’m never leaving Daddy, the farm, the,” she added, a sad despair in her voice. The sisters slept together again that night and each time they spent a night together it seemed to bring them ever closer to their old selves.

Dec 22nd

The next night at dinner Jacqui innocently asked, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey.”

“It’s maybe not my business, but I,”

“Go ahead Jacqui,” I laughed, “That’s never stopped you before.”

“That’s for sure,” added her younger sister.

“Its about sex Daddy,” she said smiling.

“Yes?” I answered tentatively, wishing immediately she had chosen some other topic.

“Do you miss not…………. I mean, what do you do now that Mom’s not here?….. I mean, do you have sex with other women?”

“JACQUI!” screamed her sister, “Mommy just died.”

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Warning – To those of you who accessed this story through the ‘Winter Contest Portal’, please be advised that this is an ‘Incest Category’ story.

It is also a story that touches on the war in Iraq and as the Holiday Season fast approaches I hope all of us, whether in the U.S, Britain, Australia or Canada or wherever, take a few minutes to think of, and pray for, the boys and girls, the men and women, who are serving their countries selflessly and under great danger in foreign lands.

*

Dec 10th

We were slowly recovering, Dani and I, painstakingly putting back together the shattered pieces of our life, trying to somehow work out a way to go on. It was at eight a.m. on December 10th, a cold bleak Maine morning, when the final blow hit, the eerie, tinny ringing of the hall phone heralding the news we’d been fearing since he’d left.

An agonizingly painful and slow death of a wife and mother, a vicious rape of a kind but innocent virgin, and now this, a valiant boy struck down, an innocent claimed by warring factions, a pawn in some bizarre, international dance of death.

“Oh Daddy, I need you. He’s dead Daddy, Johnnie’s dead,” I heard, a forlorn wail of sadness leaking from the phone into my ear, “They blew him up Daddy, some muslim”

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I started, such inadequate words, I thought, surely a Father, even a grieving Father, should be able to do better than this, should somehow be able to protect his loved ones…………not just let them die and suffer. ‘Fuck you God’, I screamed internally as I tried to offer solace to my lovely daughter miles away on some forlorn Marine base.

“I’m on my way darling,” I finally told my nineteen year old daughter, mother of a three month old son, and now suddenly a widow. “Do you have someone with you? I’ll be there tonight Jacqui; we’ll call you from the road…….it’ll be alright, I promise,” I ended.

Turning, the phone dead in my hands, I saw Danielle, my youngest, only eighteen and already twice this year she’d been smashed by fate. “Johnnie?” she whispered, new lines of grief already etched on her young face.

“It’s not fair Daddy, it’s just not fair,” she sobbed, leaning listlessly against me, and every tremor that shook her body was a silent accusation that reverberated through me.

We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps.

Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp, excited at the prospect of serving his country.

Neither his father nor I could dissuade him from the Corps, he had always wanted to join the Marines, serve his country, be a man……”I’ve got to go Mr. Scouries,” he’d argued with a young man’s uncomplicated view of the world, “Somebody’s got to defend us Sir, we can’t just let them insult us, bomb us, kill us.” And now he’s dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family.

In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. ‘If only we had caught it earlier’ her Doctor told me, ‘then maybe we could have done something,’ he had added. ‘Fuck you too Doc’ I had thought as I watched Julie fade before my eyes, months of pain finally culminating in a horrible death, her youngest daughter, a high school senior, suffering silently as her Mom slowly disappeared.

John Jr.’s birth in August had lifted us all, given us a reprieve from our sorrow, an opportunity to believe in life again. But his Dad had already left for Iraq before his son’s birth and the nightly visions of death and mayhem we saw on CNN gave us all a forbidding chill.

And then Dani! She’d always been the true innocent, someone who was always happy and smiling and kind and helpful and sweet; simply put she was the best of us, the person we all tried to secretly emulate. Just seeing her smile of approval, or her happy laugh produced by something we did, was enough to make your day, and even though the youngest in the family, somehow it was she who was its essence.

Her cell phone was still working when she came-to that night, moaning from the black eyes, the broken tooth, the pair of cracked ribs, and as she struggled to call her Father, to call me, she had felt the blood seeping from her shattered cunt, her savagely split rectum.

“Daddy, please I need you, they hurt me Daddy,” were the words I awoke to, and Dani’s sobs and moans still haunt me months later, and I know that nightmare is still her true reality, the wound reopened again by Johnnie’s stupid death.

That night she had insisted that I bring her home, ‘no police Daddy, no hospital’, she’d cried, only finally Escort bayan agreeing to let her aunt, a nurse, come and see to her. The body mends of course, and slowly she recovered, but it was obvious something had dramatically altered within her and as the weeks passed, I feared I’d never find the old Dani again.

She saw me cleaning the rifle one night, surprising me when I thought she was asleep and simply sat opposite me and said, “I want to be there Daddy, when you do it.” Two nights later two boys, eighteen and twenty, died, and as I dropped their weighted bodies into Benjamin’s swamp, I felt no hate for them, just a sad remorse at the waste they’d made of their short existence.

Three weeks after the accident Dani announced one night, in a cold and completely disinterested voice, “I’m not going back to school Daddy, I’m finished. Finished with school and men and……….. Can I stay with you Daddy, always?”

In the weeks since, she had improved somewhat, and slowly I was trying to nurse her back to happiness, but it seemed to be only the stream of pictures that arrived from her sister, pictures of her new born nephew, that awakened her broken soul.

I often woke up in the mornings to find Dani wrapped around me, the nightmares of the darkness having driven her to her fathers bed, relieving the days of her childhood when she’d race fearful to her parent’s bed at the first roar of the thunderstorm.

Strangely, none of us had ever thought of Dani as a sexual creature, she had always been the shy tomboy to her sister’s ‘high school queen’ vivaciousness. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty.

Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5’8″, she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she’d find a man and lover for her life.

Often in the mornings I’d watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds between sleep and arousal, to see the young girl again before the veil of sadness slipped film like over her eyes.

I had made some small progress, and although she absolutely refused to see professional help, as the days and weeks sped by, I was able to get her out more and more, for shopping, meals, errands etc., and had felt that with the imminent arrival of Jacqui for Christmas that the worst was over.

And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love.

As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, “Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?”

“Its complicated honey,” I started, unsure myself, “But the President, his advisors, believe that for democracy, for freedom to”

“But they lied Daddy,” Dani interrupted, “About the nuclear weapons, the chemical weapons”

“He’s trying to do his best,” I offered lamely.

Miles later she began again, “But Daddy, we shouldn’t torture people should we?”

“No sweetie, Americans should never torture anybody. It’s not our way, it’s against everything we believe,” I answered, sure for once, knowing in my heart where I stood on the torture of human beings.

“Why doesn’t he just stop it Daddy, he’s the President?”

“You know Dani, I have the feeling that soon he’s going to sit down one day, and no matter what his advisers have told him, he’ll just announce to the American people, ‘That’s it – we’re not torturers – we’re stopping today’, period.

We were quiet most of the rest of the way, both of us wondering how we’d find Jacqui and how we could help her in her time of need.

Dec 10-17th

Johnnie was buried in a small, white picket fence surrounded cemetery, set gently in a little woods just outside his hometown in Maine on December 17th, 2005, a nineteen year old boy who had proudly served his country.

It had been an almost impossible week for all of us, from the second we knocked on the door of Jacqui’s small, rundown apartment in Jacksonville, North Carolina until the first shovel full of dirt was tossed on Johnnie’s casket and a spit and polish Marine handed Jacqui the folded up flag of the country her husband had fought for.

We had cried and talked, filled out endless military and government forms, driven a thousand miles, had a wake in both North Carolina and Maine, buried a husband; and during this nightmare the only thing that kept us going was John Jr.

I’d walk in on Dani playing on the floor with her nephew and see a light in her eyes I hadn’t seen in over a year, and she’d simply explain to me, “He senses how we feel Daddy; you’ve got to be happy, truly happy, when you’re here with John.”

And we all were, the three of us always turning to John Bayan escort when we needed a lift, and I loved watching Jacqui feed her son, his eager lips stretching to catch his Mommies teat. And strangely, when we got back to the farm, we were happy, the three of us spending our evenings alone together, and finally free of the constant visits and condolences we’d received during the day, we drew sustenance from each others presence.

Dec 19th

“What’s wrong with Dani Dad?” Jacqui asked when she caught me alone, two days after the funeral.

“What do you mean sweetie?”

“Something’s wrong with her Dad,” she insisted.

“Well first Mom, and now Johnnie…….she’s”

“There’s something else Daddy. Why isn’t she in school anyway? She’s supposed to be at college. She started in September.”

“She didn’t like her course dear. She couldn’t study or concentrate……… she’ll probably go back next fall.” I stonewalled, not wanting Jacqui troubled even more.

“I’ll ask her then,” she replied and then turned to go.

“No Jacqui please, you’ll hurt her,” I pled.

“Then tell me,” she demanded.

“Sit,” I ordered, still undecided whether to add to her troubles.

“Daddy?” she finally asked.

“She was hurt honey. She was hurt after her first college dance. Two boys, they…..”

“They what?”

“Dani was beaten up Jacqui,” I whispered, struggling to get each word out. “She was beaten and raped and left lying broken on the road”

“Oh Daddy, you should have called, I would have come. Oh poor Dani, she’d never been with a boy before,” she sobbed.

“You’d just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn’t want to bother”

“But she’s my sister Dad. And what’d the cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven’t I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything.”

“She wouldn’t go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she’d kill herself if I made her.”

“But………. Who are they Daddy? God, I’ll fucking kill the bastards,” she screamed.

“It’s okay now Jacqui,” we both heard whispered from the doorway, and turning saw Dani standing watching us.

“Oh Dani,” Jacqui cried, rushing to embrace her little sister, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

As I watched my two girls sobbing in each others arms, I wondered for the thousandth time that year why we were being punished, just what thing had I done to wreck such havoc on my loved ones.

Finally Jacqui pulled away from her sister, and demanded angrily, “Who are they Dani, what are their names, I swear I’ll”

“They’re buried in the swamp at the back of old man Benjamin’s farm, Jacqui,’ her sister finally said.

“What? But……….. Daddy!”

“It’s best you don’t know Jacqui,” I argued, “It’s over now.”

“Did you make them suffer Daddy? Really suffer?” she demanded harshly.

“They were just mad dogs Jacqui. You don’t make mad dogs suffer honey, you just put them out of their misery,” I said sighing.

“And you?” she asked her sister, “Are you alright? Can I”

“I’m okay Jacqui, it’s just that I’m scared, I’m”

“C’mon Dani,” she said to her sister, leading her away, “We’re going to talk.”

I heard the two talking late into the night and found myself relieved they had each other, that perhaps they could cure each others sadness.

Dec 21st

“You like watching John Junior breastfeed, don’t you Dad,” Jacqui all of a sudden asked, looking at me staring at her sons hungry lips sucking from her distended teat. We were sitting in the den when she asked her question, the three of us spending quiet time together after dinner, a routine we had fallen into the last week, finding life bearable now only in each others presence.

“Yes honey,” I answered, meeting her gaze.

“Is it my tits you like watching?”

“Jacqui!” squawked Danielle.

“It’s OK Dani,” I interrupted, “And yes Jacqui, I love watching a woman’s bare breasts, they’re one of God’s greatest designs. Their roundness, their perfect shape, the beautiful dark circles, the little fat nipples….. And yours sweetie, with Junior tugging thirstily, they’re”

“Daddy!”

“Shhhh Dani,” laughed Jacqui, “There’s nothing wrong with the human body.”

“Do either of you remember drinking from your Mom?” I asked pensively.

“I was too young Daddy,” Dani answered in a little girl’s voice.

And seeing Jacqui also shake her head I told them, “My earliest memory is of my Mother’s breast; even today I can remember her taste, her smell, her feel, her laughter, the room she fed me in”

“It’s impossible,” argued Jacqui, “You can’t remember that far back.”

“I know honey, but …….. I do, its there, in my brain,………… it’s the oldest recollection I have…….whenever I see a baby at his mother’s breast, its there,” I finished.

“I wish I remembered it, with Mom I mean,” Dani interjected wistfully.

“I Escort remember you, you little scamp, so hungry, so fierce when you sucked from Mommy,” I remembered laughing.

“What about me Daddy?” Jacqui demanded, as both of the girls watched me raptly.

“You were a quiet one, honey,” I said grinning, the joy a happy memory brings coursing through me, “So serious as you sucked, concentrating and never wanting to let go and let your Daddy have any.”

“What? You didn’t drink Mommy’s milk did you Daddy?”

“Of course Dani! Your Mom loved it when I tasted her, when I sucked from her leaking nipples, when I had her milk in my mouth.”

“But was there enough left for Jacqui? For me?” asked my fascinated daughter.

“Well, you look pretty healthy honey, so I guess”

“Do you want to taste me Daddy? Would you like to taste my milk?” Jacqui blurted out, an excitement in her voice.

“Jacqui!” exclaimed the again incredulous Dani.

“Well. What about you Dani,” Jacqui challenged as she completely opened her blouse, exposing both her full, ripe breasts to our gazes.

‘Jesus,’ I muttered under my breath as we both gaped at Jacqui’s perfection.

“But I’m a girl,….. I mean an adult, ……. I couldn’t,” stammered Dani, clearly flummoxed by her sister’s offer.

“But wouldn’t you like to know what a woman’s milk tastes like, feels like,” she enticed. And then moving to sit next to Jacqui, she added, “Someday your baby’s going to drink from you Dani,”

“But Jacqui,” she protested as her sister pulled her head to her chest.

“Come here. Put a hand under it Dani,” she directed her sister, “Cup it, yes, yes just like that. Open your lips, ummmm, yes that’s nice, so nice, suck me Dani, drink my milk,” she begged her younger sister.

Watching my Danielle lapping at her sister’s breast stunned me, the paternal love I felt for my two girls suddenly superseded by a desperate hardness in my groin, an unnatural lust to possess them both.

I could see Jacqui looking at me as her sister sucked, and knew she understood what was happening in my brain, had noticed the hardness in my pants and yet I saw a tenderness, even an invitation in her eyes as I turned away ashamed.

When Dani finally finished suckling, she lay back languidly against me, and with a thin trickle of milk sliding down her chin, murmured, “It’s good Jacqui, so good. I can’t wait,…. I mean, I want my baby………..to drink from me….I want to feel,”

“Would you like to feel Junior feeding from you?” Jacqui offered.

“But, I don’t have any milk for him, I”

Lifting her baby from her bed, Jacqui replied, luring gently, “Just for a minute Dani, just to try it, take your sweater off. Its fun you’ll see,” she added laughing.

“But,” she started to protest, even as her hands moved to pull her sweater over her head. She turned to quickly look back at me as she sat, just covered only by a lacy bra. “I’m embarrassed Daddy, don’t watch,” she whispered, her face blushing crimson, “Maybe I shouldn’t”

“Shhh Baby,” I whispered as I unhooked her and slid the thin silky straps from her shoulder, baring a perfect chest, two ruby tipped cones, proudly firm with puffy aureoles that made me tremble and wish it was I who was going to feed.

“God, you’re gorgeous, they’re beautiful,” her sister gushed.

“I’m ugly,” Dani whispered back, “Boys hate me, they”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re perfect,” Jacqui answered as she brought her son to Dani’s quivering breast, and laughed as Junior latched hungrily on.

“Ohh, oh God Jacqui, it feels weird, good, oh wow,” she enthused until the baby released her teat and looked up angrily; ready to wail his protest at her milkless tit.

“I’m sorry Johnnie, your Auntie doesn’t have any milk for you today,” she laughed, as she brought her little nephew to her lips, kissing him happily. “I’m going to though,” she promised.

“Whoa there young lady,” I interrupted, “You’ve got to find a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, make love, become pregnant, then feed your baby.”

Dani came out of her reverie at my words, and at first I feared she was about to cry, but then she all of a sudden said, “I could get artificially inseminated Daddy.”

“Are you nuts?” Jacqui screeched at her sister, just beating me to the punch, “You’re going to find a handsome boy and fall in love and”

“No I’m not,” she hissed back. “I’m never leaving Daddy, the farm, the,” she added, a sad despair in her voice. The sisters slept together again that night and each time they spent a night together it seemed to bring them ever closer to their old selves.

Dec 22nd

The next night at dinner Jacqui innocently asked, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey.”

“It’s maybe not my business, but I,”

“Go ahead Jacqui,” I laughed, “That’s never stopped you before.”

“That’s for sure,” added her younger sister.

“Its about sex Daddy,” she said smiling.

“Yes?” I answered tentatively, wishing immediately she had chosen some other topic.

“Do you miss not…………. I mean, what do you do now that Mom’s not here?….. I mean, do you have sex with other women?”

“JACQUI!” screamed her sister, “Mommy just died.”

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