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The New Teacher II

The girls might have been able to have their way with Mr. Cunningham before, but he’s going to put a stop to their antics now, or so he thinks.

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This is my first story on this site. I’ve been a fan of this site for a while, and I think it would be really hot to post some of my sexual exploits

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The New Guy in Town

As I should’ve guessed by now, having lived most of my life in Arizona, the monsoon wasn’t as close as I’d thought. I’d sped home to get under cover before the rain started, only to be greeted by wind and thunder and lightning. It all looked ominous, and it smelled like rain, but I could’ve stood outdoors with my face up, staring at the clouds, and stayed that way for a long time without ever getting wet. I sighed and went inside. My landlords’ three cats, already terrified by the ominous rumblings outside, suddenly remembered it was dinnertime, and set up an unearthly howling, the weather temporarily forgotten.
I gave them twice as much wet food as they were supposed to have in the evening, figuring that if the little furballs went into a digestive coma afterward and missed the storm, it would be better for all of us.
I’d been housesitting for three weeks while my landlords escaped the heat in San Diego. This was a great arrangement; in exchange for eliminating the rent on the guest house I leased from them in back, I could stay in the house, if I chose, and my only duties were to entertain and look after the cats, collect the paper and mail, and just keep an eyeball on the place. I could live with this plan for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of the summer.
I went into the guest bedroom where I sometimes spent the night and changed out of my work clothes, stripping entirely before slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top. If there had been other people around, I would’ve kept on my underwear, but it was hot and muggy, and I didn’t need to have anything binding around me. I would’ve considered wandering around the house naked, except I wanted to keep the window shades open and watch the storm let loose, if it ever did.
The cats had already demolished their food and disappeared for the evening as I came back into the living room. I sifted through the mail and found a mistaken delivery, to the new guy across the street. I thought that I could drop it in his mailbox tomorrow morning, but as I looked out the front window, I saw that he was in his front yard, dutifully raking up leaves and debris even as the oncoming storm tried to thwart his efforts. I paused and stared at him a few minutes.
Damn, he was cute! I’d already discussed this with my landlords, a gay couple, and we three were in total agreement. His name was Theo, and he was a professor in the fine arts department of the university. He was Greek, either by birth or by heritage, and he was one of those dark fellows, not very tall but well made, with curly black hair, and a beard and mustache. The few times I’d approached him to give him another piece of errant mail or to exchange phone numbers, in case of an emergency, he seemed nearly as shy as I. He spoke with a trace of an accent, and perhaps this made him reluctant to say much of anything to a stranger, but he smiled easily, I think, when I wasn’t too bashful to look away.
How stupidly bashful could I be as I felt myself tingle in several places as I looked at him, though? He was wearing the traditional summer uniform of the neighborhood, t-shirt, shorts and sandals (a departure from the more popular rubber flip-flops), leaving me with a pleasant view of his legs and bare arms. I wondered if he had a girl friend (my landlords wondered he had a boy friend); so far we’d only seen Theo and Theo alone, and one of my landlords had smiled at me before they’d left for the coast and mentioned something about hope springing eternal as he cocked his head in the direction of the house across the street.
“Fuck you,” I told him sweetly, waving good-bye to them both. Who was anyone kidding? I’m nobody’s cover girl. I enjoy food and loathe exercise. It’s boring as hell. Even if I was at my ideal weight, I doubt that it would be in keeping with the good old American standard of anorexic girls being the ones all the guys are looking for. All the women in my family have breasts and hips and butts, and none of that would go away if I dieted into oblivion. (The one time I did lose weight, the only man in my circle of friends and acquaintances who showed any interest in the new, svelte me was a guy with an established reputation of screwing anything female. There was talk that he’d go after boys, too, and I believed it. He did have a prick the size of my vibrator, and he could stay as hard as it for an incredibly long time; on the other hand, he had about as much personality as a vibrator, and the best thing about fucking with him was that I didn’t have to keep one hand on him to make sure that he stayed in place.)
Depressing memories and realities aside, I thought that I might as well be the good neighbor and give Theo his letter and warn him about the storm. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys, turning on the porch light and a side light in the living room for good measure before locking the door.
“If you stay out here much longer, you’re going to get hit by lightning,” I said by way of hello. “Where in the world did you find garden tools with metal handles?”
“The last owner left them in the storage shed,” Theo said, looking at the rake in his hand. “You don’t think this is a good idea?”
“I think that there’s a reason for Home Depot selling wood-handled rakes and stuff. It’s about to let loose anyway,” I added, looking up at the sky. With the clouds, gray and grayer and nearly black, swirling above us, a deluge seemed imminent.
“All right.” Theo moved the wheelbarrow to the side of the house, in front of a gate that he said was padlocked from the other side. He tried to gather up the loose tools to carry them into the house and into the shed in the back, only he had more than an armload, and I volunteered to help. We exchanged a rake and a hula hoe for the letter I’d intended to give him, and I followed him through the front door. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor and look after my yard.”
I smiled at his back, slowing as he put on a few lights; the stormy pre-dusk had undermined any natural lighting afforded by open windows. “Everyone thinks that you’re doing a good job,” I assured him. He was happy hearing that and in the spirit of neighborliness, offered to give me a tour of his house. My smile was a little more self-conscious then. “I’ve already seen it. Whenever a house goes up for sale in the neighborhood, everyone makes it a point to investigate it.
“But, I like all of your bookcases,” I rushed to add. The living room was sparsely furnished, as was the rest of the house, but the longest stretch of wall in it was filled with tall bookcases, probably custom-built, most of them filled with hundreds of books.
“You like books? Me, too. This is the first house I’ve ever owned, and I swear that it will be the last. I don’t mind traveling, but I hated to pack up and move every few years. You see that I don’t have much furniture, so that wasn’t a hardship, but I got tired of seeing my books disappear into box after box. You can come over some time and look through my books, if you like.”
I murmured in agreement and we went through the house, out into the back yard. As Theo put away the tools in the small shed, I surveyed the yard. It was long and narrow, like the entire lot, and while the previous owners hadn’t spent nearly as much time working on it as they had the front, at least they’d put in some trees and allowed them to become established. Theo closed the shed and noticed me observing the back forty. He sighed.
“I don’t know what is to become of all this space,” he announced. “Here,” he indicated the small patio that we were standing upon and which ran the width of the back of the house, “I am having a spa put in, and making a grape arbor over half of it, but the rest –” He trailed off, as though those projects would do very little to improve the yard overall.
“Oh, I think this is nice. There are a lot of trees.”
He nodded. “Yes, good ones, too.” He led me out into the yard and we stopped by each. Like in the garden that I hoped to have one day, all of the trees were fruit-producing, and the previous owners had found some that I would’ve doubted to have much success in the desert (what one can do with drip irrigation and grey water!). There was an apple and an apricot, two lemon trees, a tangerine, and a lime tree. “I wish I could have an olive, right by the patio, but somebody told me I cannot.”
I explained to Theo that the city council had banned fruit-bearing varieties of olives, but he might plant a sterile one. He shook his head. “I know they are messy, but why have an olive tree with no olives?”
I nodded. “I know what you mean. But there are still a lot of old trees in town, and just about anyone who has them will let you pick as many as you want. I’ve done that before, and cured them.” Not in a few years, admittedly, but when I had, they’d turned out as good as any in an expensive deli.
“You have!” Theo’s face lit up, a bright spot in the gloom. “My mother made olives, and my aunts in Greece still do. I’ve helped, a long time ago, too. Perhaps we can go olive-picking this autumn.” I was ready to agree to anything, seeing that lovely smile. I commented that he might consider a pomegranate tree near the patio for shade and some privacy around the spa. He liked that idea, and just as a very loud and sustained roll of thunder washed over us and we looked at each other, both of us thinking that it was high time to leave the back yard, I noticed something odd over his shoulder.
“What’s that?” I asked, already having a good idea. I walked around him and went up to a stone sculpture, a little taller than I. It was standing near the back corner of the yard. It appeared to be a column, carved smooth on four sides, so that, except for the point at the top, it might be a very short obelisk.
On its top was the head of a satyr, bearded and crowned with grape leaves. Tendrils curled around its stone horns. The sightless face was calm and serene, very nearly unsatyrlike, only that the sculptor had given the tiniest curl to one side of the mouth, so this fellow was not quite as tranquil as he first let on.
“This is another reason for me staying in one place,” Theo chuckled, “my little herm. The nuisance weighs a lot, more than I, and I think he gets heavier with each move. I think he wants to settle down.”
“I think he’d be happy here, with all the trees.” I tried not to look down the front surface of the column.
“When things are more put together, I am going to move him to the patio, so he can enjoy it as well as I. He’s not going to be relegated to this lonely little place for much longer.” Theo patted the stone satyr on the shoulder.
“He’s – it’s very nice. I’d guess that he isn’t an original.”
“Oh, ho, not at all! He’d be in the Louvre or the British Museum if he were, or maybe even the Getty. No, I bought him in Greece years ago. He’s copied after some classic herms, but he isn’t quite in keeping with those. He’s made more for the tourist trade now.” Theo reluctantly pointed to the place I’d tried to avoid looking. “Today’s people are more prurient than the old Hellenes.”
Well, since he’d pointed, I might as well look. Most pictures that I’d seen of herm, or ones that were part of museum collections, had some indication of genitalia carved in the otherwise unadorned column. What I remember seeing were bas-relief depictions, or merely outlines, of an erect penis with a very symmetrical set of testicles balanced beneath.
No such false modesty for Theo’s herm. This statue’s genitals were three-dimensional, standing away from the column boldly in a thatch of carved pubic hair, and accurate in every detail. The fellow was uncircumsized and erect, pointing wickedly to the sky, yet the head of his penis was still somewhat encased in his stony foreskin. One could almost imagine that if a little patience were practiced, the glans of that erection would peek completely through, smooth and round and very, very hard.
A shattering clap of thunder had me imagining that in the next few seconds, either Theo or I would be struck by lightning. We weren’t that unlucky, but the thunder seemed to have opened the clouds at last, and we found ourselves in the middle of a downpour. “Back to the house!” Theo cried out to me, taking my hand and pulling me to him, in that direction. I didn’t think he needed to be that dramatic or that blunt, because I had no intention of standing out here any longer.
By the time we reached the patio, we might as well have run a mile in the rain. We were both drenched, and I followed Theo’s example and kicked off my sandals on the stoop before going into the utility room. Theo was laughing at our appearances (“wet desert rats!”) and he pulled two towels from the drier, handing me one as I tried not to drip too much on the floor.
I took the towel Theo had given me and made a few sweeps of my hair, giving it more attention than I wanted (it was only wet hair, after all) when I caught him watching me. The movement of my arms had called my unbound breasts into play, and my chilled nipples might’ve raked the thin cotton of my tank top had the wet cloth not clung to them possessively. Because of this, my newly-hardened nipples were mercilessly outlined, only decent due to the fabric that was rain-plastered over them. With an inward sigh, I put the towel over my shoulders, like a shawl, affording a curtain to this delicious little peep show.
“You said you like books. Let me show you something,” Theo suggested in a brittle voice, obviously wanting to change topics, spoken or observed. I followed him into the master bedroom. It was larger than most, the space at the foot of the bed capable of holding a pair of chairs clustered around a low table. There were a number of coffee table-style books on it, and Theo handed me the top one. “Here is my most recent work. Photos and text are both mine.” His eyes darted in the direction of the master bathroom. “If you want to look at it, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I smiled and took the book. As he disappeared, I settled myself on the poured-concrete footboard of the platform bed; it seemed more comfortable that either of the chairs in the room. I pulled the towel from my shoulders. It was already clammy, and I had enough of that from my top and shorts. I began to skim the pages of the books, bright, bold colors of Greek villages and the Aegean sea. I couldn’t stop thinking of the herm outside, or its shameless erection, being lashed by an Arizona monsoon, and I thumbed through the book, wondering if there might be any photos of Greek sculpture.
I glanced up as a heard a peculiar noise come from the bathroom. I couldn’t recall if Theo had closed a door, but the bath itself was recessed, and one had to go through the equivalent of a walk-in closet to reach it. As a result, privacy was assured even without a door.
Nevertheless, I nearly dropped the heavy book as I saw him reflected in a full-length mirror against one wall of the closet. Theo had pulled off his shirt. I don’t know where it had gone. His shorts were pooled at his ankles. He was leaning against the bathroom counter, his face screwed up in an inscrutable expression as both hands hovered over his groin.
He had grasped his fully erect penis, and although it was obscured with his actions, it could only be described as generous. The head was crimson and obviously bloated, ready and eager to bore into any willing female (or male, if my landlords had anything to say in the matter). I slid the book down to the floor, propping it against the footboard, never taking my eyes from this graphic demonstration. Without diverting my eyes, I pulled my top up to my armpits, releasing my breasts.
I attacked my nipples then, grasping each one between prodding fingers, the aureoles round and pebbly as the firm nipples swelled even more at the vigorous attention. We each pleasured ourselves for a little bit, my tits trembling and shaking as the crotch of my shorts was caught up high between my legs, growing wet with my juices. At other times, were I to stand up suddenly, I’d be embarrassed to have to recover the fabric from between my ass cheeks, but there wasn’t a thought of shame in me right now.
I gasped as I suddenly realized that Theo wasn’t masturbating, but trying to ease the blood from his erection. He was taking deep, open-mouthed breaths, attempting to calm himself, and with distress I began to see his penis pale, softening a little in his grip. My groin lurched at the spectacle, and I could feel the lips of my vulva alternately open and purse, begging to accept this rod if it were only offered. Even if he didn’t have fucking in mind, why on earth didn’t he relieve the tension in his groin the good old-fashioned way? There were towels within arms’ reach, and he’d no doubt feel better if he were only to allow nature to take its course.
My mind raced. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic, thinking only that Theo ought to be treating himself more gently. With each soundless gasp that escaped through his lips, I could swear I saw Theo’s erection flag a little more, the purple hue of animal passion drain into the ashen color of civility. I squeezed my breasts to my chest and suppressed a deep sigh, even a throat-seizing groan. Maybe I shouldn’t have — maybe I should’ve called to Theo in this uncontrolled way, calling him to me like a stallion to a mare, a dog to a bitch in heat. After all, it was no mistake that I (yes, me!) must have caused this wonderful, sexual response. My hips were jutting forward, and I took a deep breath.
“Theo, can you come here a minute?” I said in a raised voice. I could see him pause, distracted by me, and this brief respite allowed his unruly penis to try and recover its former glory. Oh, God, I saw it jerk hard in his hand! I felt a phantom prick, and big as the one he was trying to suppress, working its way into my cunt as a matching pulsation twinged between my legs.
“A moment,” he replied, working again, now with more fervor on controlling his desire.
“No, now, please.” Each word was a sentence, a calm but irrefutable command, and I was pleased that I’d had the good sense to make my request in a sane manner. I watched as he pulled his shorts up his legs clumsily, and I grinned as I noticed, him walking back to the bedroom door, that he’d only drawn the garment over his front; his firm, perfectly-formed ass refused to be bound unless he made a stronger effort to conceal it. I leaned back on the footboard, and when he ducked his head around the door to see what I considered so important, his face froze in surprise.
My breasts were still exposed; I’d left them on their own to argue our case as I’d pulled the crotch of my shorts to one side with my left hand. With my right, I teased open the folds of pink skin and gave a tiny cry of pleasure as I located, then gently pinched my swollen clitoris. It was as excited as his penis, only I wasn’t doing anything so foolish as trying to stop the ecstasy I was feeling. Knowing that I had his undivided attention, I toyed with my clit for a few moments before I eased my index finger between the moist lips of my vulva, into my vagina. I trembled, partly for show, mostly for the fierce sensation I’d given myself. The walls of my pussy sucked at my finger greedily, and my pelvis rocked my buttocks on the hard seat.
I’d fixed my eyes upon him the moment his head had appeared around the doorway, but as I masturbated, my eyes focused and unfocused dreamily upon his face. Perhaps that made the fact that I’d never displayed myself so explicitly for anyone as I was doing now easier for my rational mind to accept.
“I’m sure there’s something that would feel even better than this.” It took a lot of effort for me to say this without slurring my speech or moaning like a banshee. I pulled out my finger, and a wet, soaked sound of lust accompanied it.
“We hardly know each other.” That was certainly true. If I intended this to be our first sexual encounter, what had been our first date, or our courtship? Looking at the erection on that herm?
Theo didn’t leave his hiding place, but I could see in the mirror that his ass quivering as he pulled himself against the door-jamb. No doubt he was pressing his cock against it, a final attempt to conquer the unconquerable. Was it as hard as I’d first seen it? Oh, please, I silently begged any higher power that smiles upon these salacious matters, let it be so!
I swallowed hard and forced some saliva into my dry mouth, so when I spoke, it wouldn’t sound like a rusty latch. “We know each other well enough to know what we need.” Yes, there was want there, but there was also a need, possibly greater than we could imagine or dared to admit. I stood up, a little wobbly; my toes burrowed into the carpet, steadying me, and I waited a few moments before slipping my shorts down my legs, stepping out of them defiantly. I heard him start to make another excuse, and I silenced it with a groan, as my hands went to my chest, massaging my breasts and sliding under the soft skin of them.
“Please, Theo,” I said in a weirdly detached way. No, I wasn’t detached from the request; I was only begging politely.
I let him watch as I pulled at my nipples with my extended fingertips until they were as hard as I ever remember them being. I stood still then and offered the rose-tipped flesh to him. “Your herm is ready for me,” I said quietly; if he didn’t like what he saw, a chunky but extremely horny woman standing in his own bedroom, I doubt that the herm would give a damn. There was naked commitment in my voice, “If I have to, I’ll go out there and take care of myself.”
I was dead-serious, and Theo knew it. I think that we could both imagine me walking bare-skinned across the yard, defying the rain and the thunder, my feet and legs spattered with mud, my hair plastered in strings to my back and shoulders. I squirmed as I imagined myself embrace the column, my feet unsure in the slurry of gravel, sand and mud, but then straddling the constant erection, wet with rain, and a moment later, wetter with my lascivious urges. I groaned as a clap of thunder rolled over the house.
Please, Theo, I prayed, I want it this way.
I held onto my breasts as Theo surrendered, coming out of the bathroom/closet, still maintaining a partial modesty. I think his prick was the only thing keeping his shorts at his waist. He faced me, dark eyes drinking me in, and in spite of his protests or attempts for reason, I could smell not only his fresh sweat, but the underlying aroma sex that emanated from him. No man smells like that who doesn’t want to act upon such desires. I felt his hands touch the tops of my breasts, and I released them to his warm, willing hands. “What tetas!” he murmured, obviously pleased. He leaned down to kiss each one hello, rolling the nipples around in his wet mouth like hard, sweet candies. “Such tetas! So lovely!”
I murmured a thanks and pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Without a struggle, they came away and dropped to the ground, while his erection defied gravity and prudence. It was as bold as when he’d first tried to restrain it, and it hovered expectantly in front of me, as if knowing exactly where to go. This close, I was immediately intimidated by the size of it. All those unromantic and accurate terms for it raced through my mind: boner, club, schlong. Even if I disregarded such vulgarities, I was facing no less than a big, fat cock.
Theo looked up from my breasts and chuckled. “Now a little frightened?” he asked. He might’ve been teasing me, questioning my motives, but his thumbs massaged my nipples, very wet with his saliva, and I doubt that he wanted me to change my mind now.
“Maybe, a little. It’s been a while, that’s all,” I replied as bravely as I could, but yes, I was frightened, too. It was beautiful and terrifying, all at once.
“Yes, for me, too. That’s why he’s so lusty.” Theo put his mouth against my ear. “But he’s always this big.” He finished this statement with a warm chuckle.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want – you,” I whimpered and put out my hands, taking the erection in them both and placing it between my thighs. I didn’t angle it up to penetrate me, not yet, but merely settled it along the length of my groin, so Theo would realize in very little time how hot and wet he was making me (and had already made me). Now, having straddled my own living herm, I embraced him, my arms around his shoulders, my hands twining in his dark, curly hair. My breasts crushed to his chest, and he released them to slide his palms over my broad hips.
Each large hand grappled with a buttock, eventually pushing them in rhythm so that his hips ground against mine. “What lovely round cheeks you have. Nice juicy handfuls!” He kneaded them like dough, as his penis jerked and bucked against me, eager to find its deep, dark refuge. It very nearly hurt as it stabbed up at me, and I wondered if Theo were in pain, the blunt, eager head trying over and over to find a sanctuary.
The two of us bravely kept it at bay, focusing on each others’ panting mouths with their probing tongues and parted lips, or on my nipples, nestled in the mat of dark hair on his chest, or my buttocks, massaged with growing desire. Here was our missing courtship, a little unorthodox by our quick undressing but passionate and loving, nevertheless. Oh, he had a nice ass, too, maybe a little too round for some womens’ tastes, but dished in nicely upon the sides, unbelievably sexy under my touch. My fingers trembled as I explored him. His skin was hot to the touch.
I cried out as a bold knuckle, which had been pressing delightfully against the bud of my anus, withdrew to allow a fully-extended finger to waggle its way up my rectum. The cheeks of my buttocks closed hard around the intruder’s hand, but not before I had realized how quickly (and effortlessly) he had entered me. “Ah, do you like me knocking at your back door, to play there, or not?” Theo asked; the rapid, easy penetration had suggested one thing, but my tightened bottom another.
“I’ve got to get used to it.” He wiggled the coy offender in place. It felt awfully good. I smiled at him and rotated my ass in reply. “That’s a nice start.”
“Then I’ll do it more,” he promised. He might’ve, had I not been nearly knocked from my feet by a massive pulsation of his penis. I shuddered at the sensation, crying out in surprise, and he let go of my rump. His finger dallied its way out of my butt, tickling me between my cheeks. “I think it best if we relax on the bed.” I nodded and stepped back, the turgid head of his erection dragging itself wetly over my vulva and clitoris. I shivered and moved quickly to the bed, tossing back the covers and sliding onto it on my belly, reveling in the coolness of the linen sheets. Theo was a bit more reserved, as there was no way to lie on his stomach without great forethought.
I rolled onto my back and brazenly splayed open my legs. “Are you always this accommodating?” he chortled.
“Oh, God, never before,” I confessed to him with complete honesty. That was true, and I hoped that he believed me, but it was also true that I was seduced by his maleness, wanting and needing it beyond all reason. “You are just so – ” I fought for the right word, and didn’t find it, ” – nice. Sexy. Handsome. Horny – I mean, you make me horny.” I groaned and massaged my breasts, not caring how I looked or what he thought; I had been transported to ultimate desire. I’d nearly been there before, watching him clandestinely from across the street, then masturbating in my bed, imagining how he might feel and how he might fill me if he were to lie between my legs.
“I am so hot, I can’t stand it,” I breathed. My hips rolled up, the lips of my groin winking open for him.
Maybe I should’ve calmed myself down then and given some thought to just kissing and cuddling together on the wide bed, or, allowing him to suck on my nipples more, but all of my body was concentrating on my genitals, and they nearly cried for satisfaction. “I need you, Theo.”
He nodded and held his ground. How he could just stand there, nude, erect, oozing a thick, big bead of precum –
“You can make love to me,” I said, “but if you just want to call it fucking, that’s all right, too.” No commitments, just sex. If that was all that happened, I’d be unhappy about it, but it had happened to me before and I’d survived. This time felt the best of my previous sexual encounters, and I feared most it coming to nothing. Even now I had astounding memories to treasure.
“It is all the same,” he said with a sultry smile, approaching the bed, “fucking, rutting, making love. I will do all that to you. Would you like that, little one?”
I only groaned a positive reply, the erect penis hovering over me. My hips levered up, hungry and needy, and I kept them suspended as the slick head of his hard erection finally kissed my pussy lips in welcome. His strong hands supported my buttocks in a warm hammock. Then flesh made way for flesh, softness for hardness, and when I came to rest upon the mattress, I was pinned there with a delightful, demanding pressure upon me and within me. I cried out my first orgasm then, with just the head of his cock within me, opening the passage in a tender but relentless manner, pushing the lips apart. Theo hardly minded my wailing, and stared lovingly at me until it and my climax passed, his cock-head tenuously anchored within me. Then there was a long, slow introduction to his organ, my vagina stretching and clasping around it. It was a tight fit, but he went with the utmost ease, until the root of his penis pressed hard to my throbbing clitoris, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be my last climax.
His first orgasm was swift. Barely four complete strokes passed before he muttered something I couldn’t understand, then a stiffening of his whole body, as though his cock had taken control of him. A hot fullness followed with a coarse groan from deep in his chest.
Theo cradled me in his arms, his head and chest slightly raised over mine. The barest tip of his tongue played over my lips, and when they parted, it slipped in to touch the hard and soft interface between my upper lip and my teeth. Such a small, nearly innocent gesture, yet I was already beginning to undulate against him, desiring him again. “Ah, little one, what a lively creature you are,” he laughed low, retrieving his tongue and pushing his lips to mine.
“I’m hardly little,” I replied. There wasn’t much difference in height, and his solid, just-over-slim build made me uncomfortable with my proportions.
“Well, I want a term of endearment for you, and I thought that one was not too familiar.” I laughed aloud at that; we had just endured bone-shattering orgasms in each other’s arms, we were sweating like plow horses, my pussy was oozing the thick cream of his semen, and his penis looked as though it had been iced like a cinnamon bun. If that wasn’t familiar, Theo had a different dictionary than the one I used. I think he caught the irony, and he cocked his head. “Shall I call you dear one?”
“That’s nice,” I smiled, settling back on the pillows. “I like little one, though. It sounds fine, coming from you.”
“I shall call you all manner of sweet things, and show them to you, too.” His smile was big and very white against his beard and mustache. He kissed me again, impulsively, and trying to maintain this cavalier aura, he jostled me in his arms. There was an additional thrust of his groin against my hip. “Tell me, little one, if I had not come to my senses, would you have gone outside to be satisfied by the herm?”
The worst part of the storm had passed, but there was a steady rain pattering on the window above us. His eyes studied me closely, and I could be nothing less than honest. He had seen me naked and desperate, unashamed by acting like a whore in front of a near stranger. “Yes, I would’ve gone out there,” I replied, “but I only would have been relieved by the herm. Here I was satisfied. By you.”
He blinked at me several times; although he smiled, his eyes were somber. He was trying to find something to say, but nothing seemed adequate. I felt the pulse of his penis on my skin, and I moved a little into it, and it responded with an immediate thickening. I sighed in pleasure at this small victory, his desire returning as quickly as his erection. Now he found words. “Shall I satisfy you again, dear one?” I had already slipped from his grasp and assumed the posture of a woman in heat. With a chuckle, he replied with that of a man in need, in lust.
We ate the sausage and mushroom pizza in bed, not wanting to be far from it in the event our sexual appetite returned, although we would’ve used any willing surface to support either one of our backs. Theo had gone to answer the door, even though I teased him that he wouldn’t be able go five minutes without an erection. He’d tossed the comforter over me to hide my charms from his all-too-easily persuaded eyes, and turned his back on me as he slipped on his shorts. I’d planned to fix him when he returned, and arranged myself in all my naked glory in the center of the bed. Propped up on pillows and cushions, my index and middle fingers were deep in my pussy as I heard him humming, coming back to the bedroom. He’d anticipated my trick, and he was already nude, half-erect, as he came into the room.
He balanced the pizza box on the foot-board and climbed into bed beside me. “Such a wicked thing,” he nuzzled my cheek, pulling my hand from between my legs. “I thought we both decided we were hungry.”
We had, and I might’ve made some flippant comment about preferring lowly pizza to sex, except I could only watch and let out a thin sound of desire, as he took my offending fingers and sucked them dry, one by one, never taking his eyes from me. “What a lovely appertif,” he sighed, savoring each one. I thought it best to restrain myself during dinner, and we sat together like old college friends, sharing a glass of Coke as we ate over the pizza box. In spite of our remarkable reserve, the pizza was slippery with cheese, and we each suffered our share of spattered tomato sauce and the errant mushroom slice. A quick lick here or there served for a hasty clean-up, but we’d benefit from a real shower after dinner.
Theo put aside the pizza box and the uneaten portion and I rolled onto my belly, feeling pleasantly but not overly full. The gnawing sensation from having missed dinner several hours ago had been appeased, and I was returning to my reverie at being naked in this wonderful fellow’s bed. I turned up my head as he lay beside me, and he kissed some tomato sauce from the corner of my mouth. “Would my little one like a shower?” he said, reading my mind.
“That would be nice.” I could hear the rain continue outside, slowing at last. I certainly didn’t want to go home. To prove that point, I swayed my bottom a little, and Theo ran his hand from my shoulder, where he’d been tangling it in my hair, down my spine and over my buttocks, letting it remain there. The very tips of his fingers dropped into the curving crack. He leaned forward and nuzzled my shoulder.
“Do you know what a hoplite is, little one?” he asked me lazily, the pads of his fingers pressing against my buttocks almost imperceptibly. While I don’t think I reacted outwardly, I heard a catch in my inner voice. Had he read my mind again? I murmured a yes, and found myself spreading my legs apart more than slightly so that the cheeks of my ass moved apart as well. Theo rumbled a laugh in his chest and took advantage of this development; his fingertips touched lower against my flesh, coming to rest on the narrow strip of tissue that formed the separation between my buttocks. “Do you know how they loved?”
I raised my head and looked at him over my shoulder. “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Your beautiful bottom seems intrigued by such things.” To prove his point, a single finger touched my anus, resting there lightly but persistently, like a dragonfly on a blade of grass. I let out a hiss of desire. “You see?”
“Yes.” I hoped that he might put a finger in me again, as he had done while we shared our first sensual embrace, but he didn’t. “I’ve only done that once before, Theo,” I told him matter of factly. “Actually, it was done to me. I’d said I was interested, and about all I did from that point was to get on my hands and knees. The next thing I knew I had the guy’s entire dick up my ass.” I said this as quickly as the encounter had been for me. “It hurt like fire, and there was blood afterward.”
“Oh, your poor bottom!” he said empathically, regarding it with a certain sadness. “What an idiot he must’ve been.”
I shrugged, acknowledging his assessment of my previous encounter. “Well, it didn’t happen again.” That one experience hadn’t completely soured me on the idea, and I smiled at Theo. “I’m not unwilling, with the right person, and the right touch,” I said quietly. The dragonfly pushed against me very nicely, and I sighed, a smile curling my lips.
Theo drew me from the bed and took me into the bathroom, which had a separate shower stall and bathtub. We decided on a shower, the bathtub really only made to accommodate a single person – we’d wait for that new spa to explore our lust underwater. Our initial soaping brought Theo to a proud erection, as large as it always was, just as he’d whispered into my ear. I was a little anxious, but I’d been consumed with pleasure during our first intercourse. Now he was unerringly patient, massaging my buttocks and my thighs, rubbing my belly and breasts with an erotic massage that in time made me willing to do anything with him.
With a generous handful of liquid soap and warm water, I turned my back on him, leaning against the glass of the shower walls as he gently pried my cheeks apart. I fondled his penis and positioned the swollen head against my skin. I finally gathered up my courage let go of it and pressed my hands to the glass, forcing myself to breathe evenly and deeply. In this position I had to trust Theo entirely.
Each exhalation from my lungs was a form of relaxation, and I felt the turgid knob of his erection rest low between the cheeks of my soapy buttocks. I tried not to tense up. I’d licked and sucked it in bed, and it didn’t seem so threatening there. On the other hand, my mouth could open a lot wider than my ass, which seemed to have a particularly stubborn mind of its own, particularly at a time like this.
A few moments passed, and now I felt Theo press the glans against me with a heavy, deliberate tension. My sphincter widened gradually and stayed that way. No relief, no respite. I heard myself mewling and crying, tiny sobs, but I wasn’t going to say no or stop. More pressure. Please don’t let it be pain, I prayed, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Water from the shower spilled into my open mouth. More pressure. “Oooh,” I moaned, locking my knees so I wouldn’t jerk away from between Theo and the wall.
There was a sudden ease in the pressure, only a tiny bit, really, but a notifiable change, and I heard Theo laughing in the rush of water. My sphincter was stretched open and being held there by the width of his erection. Theo’s hands slipped around me, taking hold of a heaving breast.
“Look, dear one,” he urged me, “see how pretty you are in the mirror.” He could see me pressed against the clear glass of the shower door, and as he saw my smile in the reflection, he squeezed my breasts.
“You look so happy. Even your tetas are happy.” My nipples were hard and pleasingly sore with his kisses and nips. “And how is your little pearl? Is it happy, too?” One hand reached down between my legs, coaxing my clit out of its fleshy sheath with a few tempting strokes.
I leaned against him, trying to watch us. “Are you in all the way?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
“Oh, my heavens, no, little one. A little at a time. No more this time. This is a strange, exotic place for both of us. We need to go slowly so we can explore it.” I reached behind me and discovered that only the head of his penis had penetrated me; the shaft was nestled between my cheeks. “You see? Just my juicy purple plum on top – it feels good just like this, doesn’t it?”
I could hardly argue with him. I was pleasantly opened, and my mound was being fingered expertly. I began to respond to that, which in turn, tightened my anus around his erection. He grasped at the tightness, which only served to spur me to another spasm of passion. We took turns gasping for air, and after an brief but intense interlude of squeezing and massaging and prodding, we came one after the other, my body leaning heavily against the glass, water cascading over my shoulders and back, my clit burning down to my toes, while Theo cried out like the thunder, delivering wave after wave of come into me. He carefully leaned on me, as the spasms passed through his penis and into my body, and already I was anticipating the next time we joined this way, taking his erection just a little deeper into my body, locking it into me ruthlessly.
I moved in a week later.

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Rest Area bonanza

I am a happily married man. During my youth, I experienced some oral sex with other young men. As I grew up, peer pressure caused me to repress my urge to suck cock. I have never been sexually attracted to men in a kissing/hugging kind of way. The feel and taste of a stiff cock have been all I have craved, along with the feeling of a stiff cock in my ass. Obviously, with a wife that is very traditional, the opportunities to pursue and satisfy these urges has been next to impossible. My wife gives okay head, but she does not like the taste of cum, does not want to wear a dildo and perform anal on me and thinks allowing me to taste my own cum from her hand, after a handjob, is gross. I repress my needs for years at a time, jacking off to x-rated videos and fantasizing about sucking a stiff cock. I have used a variety of dildos and devices to satisfy my anal desires, also.
I had not been able to suck cock for over a year, and I was on my way home from work after a long second shift. It was after midnight as I drove down the expressway. I had about a 30 minute drive home and was extremely horny. I had my cock out of my pants and was stroking it as I drove down the road. It felt soooo good to hold that stiff cock in my hand, but I knew that I needed the feel and taste of another mans cock before too long. As I drove down the road, I passed a rest area on the opposite side. I remembered that I had walked in on quite a scene of cocksucking and fucking there a few years ago. My wife was in the car and I had to resist the urge to participate. Remembering that time, I decided to turn around and go back to the rest area to see if anyone was there.
I had a company logo shirt on, so when I got out of the car I turned it inside out so the logo wasn’t showing. I wanted to be anonymous. I noticed a few cars and trucks in the parking areas and figured there might be some action inside. I walked into the mens room and found it to be empty. I was quite surprised and disappointed. I decided to sit in one of the stalls and wait to see if anyone showed up. I left the door open a bit and pulled my cock out. There were no gloryholes in any of the stalls, so I figured this was the only way to advertise my intentions.
I had a good hardon going when I heard the door open from the outside. I peered through the opening in my door and watched a young man walk past. Our eyes met momentarily as he passed by, but he didn’t stop or make any move towards my stall. I could see him through another opening where the panels of the stall came together. He was at one of the urinals, relieving himself. He was in good shape and appeared to be clean. Cleanliness is a must with me. Upon finishing, he flushed and turned around. He had zipped his pants up. I was hoping he would turn around with a stiff cock and a big smile on his face. Oh well, maybe the next guy. I watched him walk back towards the door to the restroom. Upon reaching my stall, he stopped and opened the door slightly wider. I was holding my stiff cock. He looked at me and looked down at my cock and said that the cops had been working the rest area quite a bit and that no one dared to anything in the stalls anymore. He said that there was a low area, past the auto parking lot, where guys could do just about anything at night without being seen by anyone above. It was also adjacent to a wooded area that provided a quick exit should any police patrols show up. I asked if he would like me to suck his cock and he motioned with a wave of his hand to follow him. I quickly stood up and stuffed my cock back in my pants. I followed him across the parking area and down a slope to an area with picnic tables. It was pitch black and my eyes took a minute to adjust. I soon made out about 10 men in the area. One guy was bent over a picnic table with another guys cock pounding his ass. There were several other men standing around them, assumably waiting their turn.
The young man I followed down turned and asked if I still wanted his cock. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and difficult to get out. He finally reached in and wrenched it out for me. What a spectacular cock! He had about 8 thick inches, clean and cut, sticking dead straight out of his pants. I could smell the musky man odor and my mouth was watering profusely. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and slid the head into my mouth, sliding my tongue along the shaft until I had engulfed as much as I thought I could. I began sliding my mouth and tongue back and forth, sucking and slurping. He waas moaning a bit already. I could taste a bit of precum forming on the end of his cock and kept swallowing it as I worked the shaft.
I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye and removed his cock from my mouth to turn and look. It appeared that my actions and his moans had brought some attention from other men in the area. I had 5 or 6 guys standing around us, watching me suck this beautiful cock. Several of them already had their cocks in had and were slowly working them. I turned back to the cock in hand and slid it back in my mouth. God it was big! I pushed myself to get all of it in my mouth, but I still had a couple of inches left. Suddenly, I felt his hand reach behind my head and firmly grasp it. He held my head and thrust his hips forward. His cock slid down my throat, producing a gagging reflex. He pulled back out and thrust in again. Again I gagged. He kept it up until I finally was able to take his whole cock into my mouth and throat. I felt a bit of discomfort when he was completely in me, but the joy of eating the wonderful stiff cock was almost unbearable. He removed his hand from the back of my head and I continued to suck him balls deep in my mouth and throat. I could feel his head getting larger and his shaft starting to pulsate. I knew I was going to taste a delicious load of cum any minute. I quickened my movements to bring him to climax. He moaned loudly. All of a sudden, he pulled out and shot a huge rope of cum over my shoulder. He shuddered and shot a second load, which partially landed on my shirt. I finally grabbed his cock and started sucking again as his third spasm overcame him. I didn’t get a lot of cum from him, but it was still delicious. I milked his cock until it softened. He finally pulled out and stuffed his cock back in his pants. He whispered a quick thanks and walked away. I was about to stand up and walk back to my car when one of the bystanders walked directly in front of me with his stiff cock at attention, just inches from my mouth. He asked if I was still hungry. Without hesitating, I took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t quite the size of my last cock, but he was definitely turned on by the action he had been watching. His cock was leaking precum immediately and after only a couple of quick minutes he blew a big load that hit the back of my throat hard. I grabbed both his ass cheeks with my hands and sucked his cock deep in my mouth, sucking and swallowing his load. He bucked like a bull, with cum spraying my mouth over and over. I didn’t miss a drop. After he stepped away, I looked around and realized that I would be there for a while. There were at least 5 more guys with their dicks out of their pants, standing in line. I took each one of them in turn until I had sucked off a total of 9 cocks. Some of them insisted on spraying their load on me and some let me swallow their wonderful cum. I was a mess when I was done. I walked back to the rest room and washed up. I got back in my car and continued home. I pulled my cock back out of my pants and began reliving the night, slowly stroking my cock until I came. I shot my load so hard that it actually hit the headliner of the car and went all over my shirt. I took my finger to the headliner, wiping it clean and sucking the cum off as I drove. I ended up throwing the shirt in the laundry when I got home, so my wife wouldn’t find it.
It will probably be another year or so before I finally get so desperate for a cock fix. Hopefully, you will be one of the many that will benefit from my night to let the urges come out.

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Daniels Revenge Part 2

Daniels Revenge Part 2
Karen was motionless as she recovered from her orgasm.
The voice taunting her about her bodys’ vulnerabilty to stimulation and that she would be having more orgasms.
That despised her to no end. This monster!! Taking advantage of her in that way! She knew it was only natural for her body to react to the vibrator in that way. She knew she was being raped. But how can it be that this fiend could want it to be pleasurable for her.
“Coward!” she thought to herself.
Once again she heard movement from behind her. What could possibly happen next?
Daniel moved back to the table. He silently laughed to himself. He had made Karen cum in no time at all. He had given her pleasure now it was time for the pain.
He picked up the harness from the table. Attached to it was a 10 inch long and soda can thick dildo. He buckled the harness around his waist and tightened it so that it would not slip down.
He turned around to see Karen struggling slightly against her restraints. She was trying not to bring attention to herself.
That did make him laugh out loud. His laugh metallic because of the synthesizer, scared Karen because she knew she had been caught.
“Listen to me very closely” Daniel started saying ” the next part of our day is now starting. Please feel free to scream as loudly as you want. This will hurt. But it wont kill you”
Karen cried out sobbing “please dont hurt me. I’ll do anything you want.”
Daniel thought to himself “Can you give me back my heart?”
“I AM going to do anything I want” Daniel said.
Karen realized that he was right. Again she tried, without success, to struggle against her bindings. It was to no avail.
As she was struggling she felt the pressence of her captor behind her. And the hardness of the dildo attached to the man. Daniel hit the small of Karens’ back with the length of the dildo.
She felt its weight and size and shuddered. It caused her to fight violently against her restraints.
Karen was crying in earnest now. She was scared. She felt the large rubber dong smack her ass again. A hand now grabbed a handful of her long curly brown hair and wretched her head back to her attackers head.
Daniel whispered to her “Fuck you bitch” and let her hair go.
Karens head fell forward and rested in her outstretched arms.
Sobs came from mouth.. “Please, I beg you! Dont do this.”
Daniels’ response was to spread her ass cheeks apart and lick her tiny asshole.
Karen shook as the tongue probed her asshole. The tongue slowly drawing circles around the pink hole. Daniel prodded his tongue into her now wet ass. It was so tight. He knew this was gonna hurt and hurt badly.
Daniel withdrew his face and tongue from Karens’ ass.
Karen felt the head of the giant dildo press against small opening of her ass. She could feel a cold slimy liquid dripping down the crack of her ass.
“Dont do this! Please, I beg of you” Karen cried. Tears streaming out of her eyes into the blindfold.
The response of her attacker was more pain than she had ever felt before and that included giving birth to Angela.
Daniel grabbed Karens’ hips as he nudged his dildos’ head against her pink asshole. Karens’ pleas and begging infuriated Daniel. She hadnt listened to his pleas long ago.
Karen let out a blood curddling scream. She felt the large intruder rip through her puckered asshole fast and hard. The pain caused more tears to flow and more screams.
Daniel smiled as he heard Karen scream. He looked down as the cock was buried about 5 inches in to her ass. He pulled Karens hips back into the mammoth cock to take its full length.
Karen was seeing stars as she felt the cock go deeper into her ass. She knew she was screaming but couldnt hear herself. The pain was excrutiating. She felt the cock being slowly withdrawn from the depths of her ass. She felt relief as the cocks head was pulled back to just inside the opening of her asshole.
Without warning, the dildo was rammed to its base back into her ass. Karen felt the air leave her lungs. She couldnt scream.
Daniel started fucking Karen as hard as he could muster. Long deep strokes. All resistance had left Karen. Her head was limp in her arms.
Daniel stopped fucking Karens’ ass after a minute or two. He had done his damage for the time being. She was sobbing. Mumbling “no, please stop. It hurts”
Daniel pulled the large cock out of her ass. Looking down as he pulled the last inches out, he noticed the cock was no longer skin toned in color but a mixture of brown and red. The large head plopped out.
Daniel walked over to the table and unhooked the harness. He let it drop to the floor.
Karen heard it fall to the ground even through her sobs. It was a loud thud that brought her out of her dizziness. Her ass was hurt. She felt the air hit her opened hole as soon as the giant cock was pulled out. She felt the ooze coming out of her still gaping asshole. She tried to close her hole with her sphincter muscles but it hurt too bad.
“This is going to be cold” she heard that damned metallic voice say.
With that, she felt the wetness of a towel wiping her lower body down.
She felt the towel wipe clean her ass and legs.
Daniel cleaned her up. Her ass was a mess. He had caused her only a fraction of the pain she caused him. But he cleaned her.
When he was done cleaning, he looked down. She was clean and her asshole was only slightly gaped.
Daniel lowered his head and lightly kissed her ass cheek.
Karen didnt say a word but her only thought was……..
“What the Fuck!”

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Tease_(1)

Licking slowly, bottom to top , wanting only never to stop,
lick so slowly ’round the base, um so good want a taste?
Suckng softly, just the tip, careful now its starting to drip.
slide it slowly, between my lips, tastes so sweet, I’d hate to miss.
One sweet drop, there on my hand, I’ll lick it up then on with my plan.
Sucking harder faster now I want it all and I want it now.
Deeper now to the base, I have it all in my face, almost there, ohh
Now I’m done , eating popcicles is so much fun.

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A Quiet Friday – Her Story (Parts 1 and 2)

I had chosen him to teach me about sex. He showed little reluctance, as I coaxed him into my trap. His desires and hormones finished the job for me. I guess making love with him had always been in the cards, but I had no idea what an education I was in for.

What follows is parts 1 & 2 of a four-part story.

Sex Joke

3 Eggs And A Little Cash!

A women on her deathbed called her husband and instructed him to look under their bed and open the wooden box he found. He was puzzled by the 3 eggs and $7,000 in cash he found in the box, so he asked his wife what the eggs were for.
“Oh those”, she replied, “every time we had bad sex, I put an egg in the box”.
Not bad, the husband thought to himself, after 35 years of marriage, then he asked, “But what about the $7,000?”
“Oh that”, she replied, “every time I got a dozen I sold them.”

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OLD COUPLE EXCHANGES ORAL SEX

An old married couple was sitting in their rocking chairs enjoying a beautiful sunset when the old man looked at his wife and said “fuck you!”
A few minutes passed when the woman turned and said the same thing to her husband.
After about half an hour of this the old man said “I’ll never understand why kids today like this oral sex so much!”

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1 – My Gym Teacher

Note: This happened nearly a decade ago, so it may not be exactly what was said, but everything that happened is pretty well spot on. For anyone looking for a story littered with sex, it doesn’t start for quite a while. While the characters are all real, the names are not. This is my first story and I accept any criticism, whether it’s on style or any typos that may be found. Enjoy!
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When I was growing up, I never really thought of myself as an attractive guy; at 5’9” and 180 pounds, I definitely could have gone for a few more walks. To top it off, I had glasses, was a pretty big nerd, and sat around most weekends playing video games with friends… until we became interested in girls. My best friend, Bill, was always a hit with girls; he was your typical jock with a well-toned body and all of the cool girls drooling over him.
Eventually, my relationship with Bill led him to encourage me to hit the gym with him after school on a daily basis. In no time at all, I had shed 15 pounds, and was starting to get the faint hint of a six pack, to go with some nice bicep definition. While I gained this new image for myself, however, I was still a bit of a geeky stoner; I preferred the company of a joint, Zeppelin, and video games to the company of girls. In an ongoing effort to get me to fit in more to his liking, Bill changed a big part of my life again.
Being his best friend since childhood had its perks, and I was openly welcome to run with whatever crowd I pleased. Part of Bill’s pull was getting into keggers and house-parties being thrown by people in the grades above us. I hadn’t shied away from his peer pressure up to this point, so we started going to parties every Friday and Saturday, with Bill always seeming to leave with a different girl. All of these parties had a good result for me too: my first girlfriend, Emily.
Emily was 5’7”, about 120 pounds, and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed goddess in my eyes. I was a sucker for her to the extreme. She didn’t have a car, so I would pick her up and drop her off, and generally drive her everywhere she needed to go, which was initially acceptable for me, because I got to be seen with one of the most attractive girls in my school.
It wasn’t long before I was getting regular blowjobs at lunch and sex four or five days of the week. After school, we would rush over to either one of our houses, depending on whose parents were working later that day, and pretty much fuck for a good couple hours. I was definitely not Emily’s first, but I was more than adequate in her eyes. While not having the biggest dick in the world, I definitely am above average at 8.5” with moderate thickness. How could life be any better for a teenager?
The answer to that is Mrs. Curtis. She had been a gym teacher at the high school for about 20 years, and was entering her mid-late 40s by the time this story really takes off. Mrs. Curtis was not your typical female gym teacher; she was not in the greatest shape, she was not the first older lady you would pick to fuck if you had your choice, and she was honestly pretty annoying. But there was something about her, a certain ‘it’ factor, that screamed ‘I want to fuck every one of you young studs right now’.
There were legends, in fact, of numerous trysts Mrs. Curtis had had with former students. As the rumour went, Mrs. Curtis had been caught fucking the school’s accountant by one of her soon-to-be graduating students, and he had blackmailed her into fucking him regularly until he went off to university. While there was really no way to prove this, as it had supposedly happened in the first five years she had started teaching, there were a lot of students claiming that they had gotten blowjobs from her, with a few even claiming they had fucked her after school. I figured most of them were full of shit. After all, no one even had any proof that she had ever fucked the accountant, or that she had ever been blackmailed by any students in previous years. Despite all of this, she was definitely a frequent mention whenever we talked about what teachers we would fuck, and how bad we’d give it to them.
During the last week of school before Christmas exams began, Emily was talking to her friend Sarah in the bathroom, assuming they were alone. As she related to me later, she was telling Sarah how full I made her feel when she was on top, and how much she loved when I would squeeze and slap her ass raw when we were fucking. She was in the midst of telling Sarah that she was going to consider letting me fuck her in the ass when she heard stifled laughter from one of the stalls. When Mrs. Curtis came out of the stall, Emily went beet red and rushed out of the bathroom to let me know what had happened, and how she was just going to die if her parents found out that their perfect little Christian angel had been fucking since she was in junior high.
Sensing the urgency of the situation, I decided a visit to Mrs. Curtis was in order. After school, I knocked on the gym’s office door, and was quickly told to enter. As Mrs. Curtis looked up from the papers on her desk, a large, impish smile spread over her thin lips.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stenson”, she asked while leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.
“Uhh”, I stammered, trying to find the courage to say what needed to be said. “Emily told me that you overheard a private discussion she was having with Sarah in the bathroom this afternoon, and I was hoping that we could maybe come to some kind of agreement.”
“What kind of agreement did you have in mind? She was pretty descriptive about some very inappropriate things.”
I felt my collar start to tighten, and was very aware of my heart beating.
“I was just hoping that you wouldn’t tell Emily’s parents about our relationship. They’re pretty strict, and they don’t know that we’re having sex. They think she’s still a virgin and saving herself for marriage.”
That mischievous smile immediately returned to her face.
“You can relax, Robert.”
“Please, call me Rob… most people do.”
“Well… Rob”, she paused, adding extra emphasis to my name, “I think your secret is safe with me.”
“Thanks a lot, Mrs. Curtis. Her parents would probably ship her off to a female boarding school if they found out.”
I started to relax a little, looking out at the gym, and becoming very aware that we had been talking for a few minutes – the school was quickly starting to clear out, and even the faint sound of lockers slamming had becoming less often by this point.
“Well thanks again, I really mean it,” I told her, trying to make sure she understood how genuinely happy I was with her decision. “Emily’s just real private about this sort of thing.”
“Not the way she was telling Sarah, she isn’t,” Mrs. Curtis retorted.
“Well, I gotta go… Emily is probably looking for me.” I took one last look at that devilish smile on her face, knowing I would be thinking of her momentarily when I was fucking Emily. As I was turning to leave her office, she quietly muttered my name.
“Rob,” she sighed, before I could get back out into the gym, “…just one more thing, young man”.
“Anything, Mrs. Curtis. I definitely owe you big for this.”
“I need some help cleaning up after school, especially when your team has basketball practice.” She rose and took a few steps towards me, lightly grabbing my elbow and pulling me into the gym.
“Whenever the boys finish practicing, most of them just hit the showers and take off, leaving me to clean up all the balls and cones by myself.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis,” I responded, sighing with relief that her task was something of relative ease. I was worried she was going to ask me to help with the upcoming girls’ volleyball tournament that was being hosted at our school all day Saturday and Sunday. Compared to that, sticking around after practice for a couple minutes was only fair.
The rest of the week went by very smoothly; I would stay after school for a few minutes to help her clean up. She was very grateful, and always thanked me with a smile. Not the same smile as when we’d had our conversation, but a genuine smile to display her appreciation for my assistance. Every day when I’d go home, I would picture myself fucking Mrs. Curtis while Emily was lost in our lust. I even went so far as to insist on fucking her doggy style more often, so that I could imagine it was Mrs. Curtis instead.
I would pretend her small ass was full, partially because Mrs. Curtis could stand to lose a bit of weight. I would pretend her breasts were bigger, more suitable for a woman who had two children. I would push Emily’s head down into the bedding, and fuck her for all I was worth. While she was getting off again and again, the only thought that crossed my mind was how I wanted to make one rumour into reality.
On the afternoon of the last day of school before exams, I had stopped after finishing up with Mrs. Curtis to once again extend my thanks. She wished me a happy holiday, and said she’d appreciate my help in the new year, if I was willing. I told her I’d have to think about it.
That afternoon, Emily was giving me a rather good blowjob; she could almost deep throat me, and had gotten pretty good at using her hands in unison with her mouth. I told her I was going to cum, and as usual, she screamed that she wanted it on her tits or her face. I was very willing to oblige, and immediately shot three times on her boobs, and then another four on her face. The last shot got her right in the eye, and she screamed.
“What the fuck, Rob?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t think I was going to cum that hard.”
“You’re an asshole. You’re probably going to laugh about it with your faggot friends later, aren’t you.”
“Relax, it was an accident. If I wanted to do that, I’d have done it ages ago.” I looked down at her as she was scrambling to stand up and find something to clean up with.
“Go fuck yourself, Rob. You think that just because you have gotten more popular this year, and you’ve worked out and gotten in shape that you’re hot fucking shit all of a sudden”. She continued to scream at me, which ended up having rather dire consequences for our relationship.
Unbeknownst to either of us, Emily’s mother had gotten off work early and had run upstairs thinking that her daughter was in some kind of trouble. When she slammed Emily’s door open, she was greeted with the site of my cock, still half erect, and her daughter wearing nothing but panties. To top it all off, her little angel still had not wiped all of my cum of her chin or tits, so she got quite a look at something pretty awful.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She screamed at Emily, seeming almost oblivious to me standing still naked less than five feet from her.
“Jesus Christ, Mom, you’re supposed to be at work!”
Emily began to scramble for her blanket, while I slowly edged towards my clothes, heaped in the corner of the room.
“Don’t fucking move, young man,” Emily’s mother turned to me, “if you think that you’re going to just sneak out of here, you’ve got another thing coming!”
I went into immediate survival mode, thinking faster than I ever had before.
“Look, ma’am, I mean no disrespect, but I have a pretty good feeling that your husband is going to shoot me where I stand if he happens to come home early, too.”
“What’s your point?” She shot back at me.
“My point is that, while I am partly responsible for this situation, there were two consenting individuals here, and I don’t think it’d be very fair that I get in trouble here and at home too, when you inevitably call my parents.”
“You have one minute, Rob, to get dressed, and get the fuck out of here!” She continued to scream at me.
As I stumbled around, trying to get my boxers and pants on as fast as I could, she quickly caught on to my little ruse.
“You better leave your address and phone number here, young man. I want to be sure that your parents find out what’s been going on.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“And don’t you fucking think for a second that I won’t go to the school board asking for your information if you end up giving me some fake numbers. I will track you down in a fucking heartbeat, young man!”
I did what any smart person would do – I gave her my real number and address, threw my shoes on, and drove home as fast as I could, so I could try to tell my parents before she did, thankfully I was successful. While my mom was busy berating me, and being concerned whether we’d used protection, which we had, my father was busy grinning from ear to ear, and sneaking me a thumbs-up whenever my mom wasn’t paying attention to him. While my dad obviously thought it was hilarious, I understood when he had to agree to ground me for the entire three-week Christmas vacation.
At first, it wasn’t such a bad deal; I couldn’t really do anything, since I had no homework, but I also wasn’t allowed out to see friends, which meant I didn’t have to go out in the cold. Suffice to say, it was a pretty boring few weeks, and I was actually excited about going back to school for the first time in years.
When I got to school that Monday, I had no idea the disaster that was waiting for me. I hadn’t been able to use the phone or computer, so I was completely out of touch with what had happened over the holidays. As it turns out, Emily did get transferred to a female boarding school that wasn’t even in the same country. I was pretty upset, and Bill definitely noticed.
“Dude, you’ll get over it soon enough – there’s definitely enough pussy in this school.”
“Yea, I know. It still sucks though… I’m going from pretty much daily fucking to nothing. I haven’t even fucked in over three weeks because of this shit.” I felt pretty low right then.
As we turned the corner, I knocked Mrs. Curtis right on her ass.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Curtis! Are you alright?”
“I think so,” she responded, as she slowly got to her feet. “I think I might have sprained my wrist. You boys go on your way, and enjoy your lunch. I’m sure you have a lot to catch up about,” she winked at me as she rubbed her wrist and brushed past us down the hall.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Bill asked.
“I have no idea. Whatever, dude. I gotta take a leak before History – save me a seat,” I told him as I quickly went to relieve myself.
After school, I decided to check and see if Mrs. Curtis was alright. When I poked my head in her office door, she had an ice pack on her wrist, and it looked pretty swollen.
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Curtis,” I told her.
She jumped up, startled at the sudden company.
“It’s ok, Rob. It was an honest mistake, I’m sure”, she flashed me the cheery, reassuring smile. “I could use a hand again, though… probably for a week or two.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis. I couldn’t let a poor, helpless lady putter around the gym with only one good hand,” I smiled at her, as she faked a frown, and then quickly laughed at my playful humour.
After a moment, Mrs. Curtis seemed to get serious.
“How come you never joined the basketball team, Rob? I know you’re not as tall as some of the other guys, but you’ve gotten into pretty good shape this year, and you’d probably be a good asset to the team with your endurance.”
“To be honest, Mrs. Curtis, basketball’s never interested me. Outside of gym class, I’ve never really played much.”
“Oh, I see what’s going on,” that dirty smile slowly appearing on her face. “You suck!”
I felt myself blushing a little, knowing she understood completely why I didn’t play on the team.
“It’s ok, Rob. You’re pretty good at baseball and lacrosse, you can play those too.” She was clearly trying to restore my confidence.
“I’d love to be on the basketball team, Mrs. Curtis. Most of those guys have been on it all through elementary and junior high, though. I haven’t put in the practice to compete on that level.”
“Well maybe you could spend the rest of this year learning how, and make the team next year with ease?” She was definitely pushing the subject – I knew she had some kind of angle that I wasn’t sensing.
“I guess I could. I don’t think I’d like to be seen taking basketball lessons, though. That’s pretty embarrassing for a guy who’s spent the last few months at the gym, you know?”
“Well maybe you could get one of the teachers to teach you. I’m pretty sure that one of your teachers played in university. In fact, I’m positive one of your teachers played…” she trailed off, curiously looking around the room, before making eye-contact and bursting out into laughter.
“You played college ball?” I asked her, clearly in disbelief.
“Just because I’m 5’2” doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. My team made it to the national semi-finals in my senior year, so I think I might know a thing or two about playing.”
“I had no idea…” I struggled to find the right words to say, “I guess if you had time, I’d definitely love to learn!”
“Well how about we start with some basics today, and we’ll go forward as my wrist gets a little better? Thankfully, it’s not my shooting hand, but it’s still probably too sore to work on some of the fundamentals.”
She quickly began to show me some of the basics about dribbling, shooting, and passing. Whenever she told me to watch her, she had her head turned, and had no idea that I was fully eyeballing her tits and ass through her gym clothes.
By the end of the week, she had started to teach me about intricate ball control.
“One of the most important things you will ever do in this game, is boxing out. You essentially use your body to keep whoever is guarding you at maximum distance from the ball.”
She was in a rather seductive position, even if she didn’t know it. She was in a half-squat, with her ass sticking out right towards me.
“Don’t just stand there,” she scolded me, “get up here and play some D!”
I quickly walked up to just behind her, making sure there was some room between my cock and her ass. She quickly threw my carefulness out the window, however, and began moving back and up into my cock, grinding her sweet, round ass into it every time she bumped me. She spun around me, and threw an easy layup in the basket.
“What’s the matter?” She asked. “Clearly you were playing better than that yesterday!”
“I got distracted. Sorry,” I offered a weak apology for my poor attempt.
We got back into position once more, my dick starting to become engorged with blood. She bumped right into my cock again, noticeably lingering for a moment, before pushing off, and bumping a few more times. She stopped dead in her tracks after a few bumps, with my now erect cock wedged right between her cheeks. She casually dropped the ball, letting it bounce a few times, before she slowly turned her head and looked me dead in the eye.
“Is that what distracted you,” she asked me, slowly reaching one hand behind her ass to grab my throbbing erection.
All I could do was mutter “Uhh” a few times, while she decided to take full control of the situation.
Turning her body around, she grabbed my cock threw my basketball shorts with both hands and whispered something so barely audible, that it still resounds in my head today, “…Fuck me, she wasn’t kidding.”
This left me a little confused, before she managed to gain my attention, looking through my eyes, right at my exposed soul.
“You better come to my office, so we can discuss what just happened,” she quickly snapped me out of my trance.
I assumed she was going to apologize profusely, and reassure me that ‘these things happen’, and it’s all a part of puberty – the usual health class spiel. Instead, she continued to tug me, leading me by my stiff cock to her office. The second we got into her office, she quickly turned around, locking the door. She then proceeded to turn the gym and office lights off, and closed the blinds, allowing just enough light in from outside so that we could see each other.
“You can’t tell anyone about this. Ever. I could get fired, Rob. I could go to jail. I have two kids to think about.” She continued to blabber, seemingly almost in tears.
“You kept my and Emily’s secret,” I slowly responded. “I think it’s only fair that I keep yours.”
She looked like she’d been stabbed through the heart, and tears finally began to run down her cheeks.
“That’s not entirely true, Rob,” she began to sob hysterically.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you ever wonder how it was a little odd that both of your parents and Emily’s mom were all home so early at the same time?”
The realization of what she had just told me was like a punch to the stomach. My knees immediately felt week, and I quickly sagged to the floor in complete disbelief.
“I’m so sorry, Rob. I never wanted you to find out about that,” she looked at me, pleading through her tears.
“Then why the fuck would you do it!” I found myself suddenly screaming at her.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, Rob… you have to have heard them. Every year, I hear girls whispering about it in the bathroom. Every year, I hear immature little fuckers bragging about how they’ve fucked me.”
“You’re saying rumours, but I don’t know if I can trust you right now,” I spat at her, my words like a corrosive acid to her emotions.
“You want the truth, Rob? I’ve been married to the same man since the summer after high school. I love him with all my heart, and he is my true love, the one that I will always be with,” she trailed off, letting that thought linger momentarily. “But, he’s not always home, and I’m finding myself wanting more every year that passes. Even when he does have time to fuck me lately, it just doesn’t satisfy me. You won’t fully appreciate your penis until you’re older, Rob. The fact that you can probably fuck for hours with minimal breaks. The fact that you can probably cum five times and still be hard enough to keep going.”
I didn’t quite understand her point, so I just stared at her with a very doubting look on my face.
“I never fucked that accountant. I was at a staff party just before graduation that year, and I was very drunk. He was trying to take advantage of me out behind the bar, when a student, Joe, walked past. Joe told him to fuck off, and made sure I was ok. He helped me regain my composure, and then got a cab and personally walked me to my door. I thanked him by offering him inside for a drink, as my husband was on a business trip.”
“And that’s when he fucked you?” I cut in rudely.
“No, Rob. Joe is gay. He genuinely was concerned that I was in distress. He told me I deserved much better than being raped in alley. I had seen him in gym class though, Rob. He was about as hung as you are. I knew then that I had to have him, at least in part. I begged him, Rob. I begged him to fuck me, and he absolutely refused. After a while, I finally managed to convince him to let me jerk him off. And while he was enjoying that, I blew him too. But he never fucked me, the thought was disgusting to him.”
I had been so lost in arousal by her story, that I didn’t even notice that she’d taken off her gym clothes and was crawling towards me wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“And that’s all that you’ve ever done. You’ve been faithful to your husband all these years, despite blowing a gay dude, and all those things are really rumours?”
Her hands were slowly sliding up my legs as she bit her bottom lip and nodded at me.
“When I heard Emily saying how fucking big you were, it brought me back to that night. I knew I was going to fuck you, I wasn’t going to let a cock this big get away from me again. When you told me what Emily’s parents would do, I knew immediately what I had to do. I’m sorry she got sent away, but I was being selfish. Now I know it was for the best.”
I quickly stood up, startling her. As she looked up at me and began to pull my pants down, I reached my hand up and backhanded her across the face.
“What the fuck?” She was clearly shocked at what I had just done.
“You deserved that,” I said coldly, as I pulled her back onto her knees by her hair.
With tears in her eyes, she looked up at me, cowering a little in anticipation of being struck again. I tightened my grip on her hair, while slowly pulling her towards my still covered cock.
“You said you had to have it. Get to fucking work,” I yelled at her, animal rage taking over.
She quickly licked her lips and pulled my basketball shorts of, licking the outline of my cock through my boxers. I pulled her back roughly with her hair and leaned in to kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, and biting her lip hard as I pulled away.
She clearly was not used to being treated roughly, and appeared slightly dazed until I let go of her hair and pulled my boxers off, kicking them onto her desk. Grabbing her hair once more, I slapped her face lightly, showing her I meant business.
“Open up and get what you’ve been after, slut.”
A glimmer appeared in her eyes and she immediately tried to deep throat me, choking on her first attempt. As she tried to pull me out of her and try again, she got a quick realization of who was in control. Grabbing her hair even tighter, I began to pump half of my cock in and out of her mouth.
“Take your bra off, slut. I want to see your tits flopping around when I really start to fuck your face.”
She immediately unhooked her bra, letting her slightly sagging tits free from their constraint. I grinned briefly, before starting to fuck further into her mouth. Her hands were flailing wildly, trying to find something to push against, but I wasn’t allowing it, as I entered her throat, pushing roughly until she looked like she was about to pass out.
I pushed her onto her back and barked at her to lift her hips, to which she weakly complied. Ripping her panties off, I was surprised to be greeted by a completely smooth pussy. I quickly shoved two fingers into her cunt, sliding in effortlessly – she was soaked.
In a moment of empathy, I quickly asked her if she had any protection.
“Don’t need any, just fuck me already!” She screamed at me, pushing her hips up to try and force the situation.
As I lined my cock up with her pussy, I roughly grabbed both her nipples, pinching them hard as I plunged into her pussy. She wasn’t lying about her husband’s lack of sexual appetite; despite having two kids, her pussy was tight enough to grip my cock like a glove. I immediately began pounding her pussy for all I was worth, sweat dripping off my brow right onto her face. I hooked my arms underneath her armpits, grabbing her shoulders from behind. Leveraging myself for deeper penetration, I could feel her pussy start to spasm around me, I held my cock deep to enjoy the show her quivering was giving my hard cock.
As her orgasm subsided, she looked absolutely drained; for a gym teacher, she wasn’t in the greatest shape. I took this opportunity to get my final revenge on her for fucking my relationship with Emily up.
“Get ready for the big finale, Mrs. Curtis,” I snickered as I stuck three fingers into her mouth, met by her greedily sucking on them, and covering them with her saliva.
I proceeded to spit on her little asshole, roughly pushing one finger in, followed by the second, and the third after a moment or two.
Still recovering from her massive orgasm, she managed to gasp at me, “I’ve never been fucked in the ass…. please… please don’t.”
As I pulled the three fingers out of her ass, I leaned over, kissing her once more, before shoving my three wet fingers back into her mouth. As she quickly realized what had just happened, she began to squirm underneath me, which I stopped with a vicious slap on her ass.
As she cried out in pain, I took my cock and plunged it into her virgin asshole, grabbing her throat from behind.
She began to choke and cry, not fighting back at all, seemingly acknowledging that this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. After a few minutes of punishing her even tighter asshole, I decided she had had enough being treated like a piece of meat and gave her a proposition.
“Mrs. Curtis,” I began, slowly catching my breath from the thirty minutes of hard pounding I had just given her.
“Melanie,” she responded, meekly.
“What?”
“After what we’ve just done, I think it’s ok for you to call me Melanie,” she muttered, completely defeated.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “Melanie, would you like to suck my cock, knowing that I’ve just spent the last five minutes in your shithole?”
Hesitating for only a second, she nodded her head twice.
I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, my cock poking her in her stomach. I slowly leaned it, and gently kissed her on the lips, with my closed mouth. Holding the back of her head lightly, I pulled her towards me and hugged her close, my cock now pushing up and resting just inside the bottom of her bosom.
“Why are you being so nice now?” She noticed the quick change in my actions.
“When we do this again on Monday, I don’t want you to hate me,” I responded, slowly cupping her large ass.
“We’ll be doing this again on Monday either way,” she told me, slowly dropping back to her knees.
Not even bothering to wipe my cock off with anything, she pushed me into her chair, and slowly wrapped her lips around my tool. She proceeded to give me the most sensual blowjob I’ve ever received. Cupping my balls gently, she slowly bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue over my throbbing purple head before bobbing back down once more. Within a few brief minutes, I told her I was going to cum, and she just nodded.
For the first time in a month, my cock erupted not by my own hand, and it felt incredible. Melanie swallowed the entire load, not missing a drop, before straddling over my still hard-cock on her knees and slipping her salty tongue into my mouth.

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Redemption

Redemption
It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular Wal-Mart instead of the one in my hometown twenty miles away, but I did.
I felt a sense of dread pulling into the parking lot: I used to work at this store six years ago, and there were a lot of bad memories weighing very heavy on my mind. Six years ago, I had completely made a mess of my life, and the Wal-Mart was the epicenter of what I had done. Six years ago, I entered into a sexual and emotional relationship with Renee, a co-worker that ended badly because she couldn’t tell me the truth, and used me to break up her marriage. To make matters worse, I was in management, and she was one of the people under my direct supervision, a serious violation of the company policy. Basically, I was offered the option of quitting and the company wouldn’t say anything about my violation of the rules, or be terminated and every prospective employer told of my transgressions. I took the first option.
I spent the next six years trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but being lied to completely by someone I cared about, finding out about that from her jealous husband with a baseball bat one evening in the parking lot threatening to rearrange my face or anywhere else he would decide to smack me, did a lot of emotional damage to me. In the last six years, I had tried to “get back on the horse that threw me” a few times, but I couldn’t trust anyone. Every relationship would fall apart, one woman telling me that I was on an “emotional island that no one could get to,” which was the truth. I was hell-bent on hurting someone like I was hurt, getting my revenge for what had happened to me if not on the one that hurt me, then on somebody, and I didn’t give a damn who it was. Even my best friend and roommate was a victim of my anger. Amazingly, Mary understood and forgave me for what I had done to her.
I found a parking place for my Blazer and shut the engine off. I pulled a Camel Light out and my Zippo, and with shaking hands lit up. I sat in the seat and smoked, trying to force the dread and anger down. Finally, the cigarette was burned to the filter and I stubbed it out, rolled my window up and got out of the truck. ‘All you have to do is get what you need, pay for it and get out. It’s only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. You can do this,’ I thought.
The entrance doors slid open and I walked in. As I walked in, the first person I saw was Carrie, and I smiled. Back a lifetime ago, when I first started there I was a cashier, and Carrie was my trainer. Over a short period of time, Carrie became one of my best friends. She was about an inch taller than I was at five feet eleven inches, and from what I remember from what she told me one night at work seven years ago, weighed one hundred seventy five pounds, and she didn’t look like she weighed any more or less. But here’s the thing: she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her; she was a ‘workout freak’, working out on her home gym four nights a week after work. She was a year younger than I was. The first thing most men would remember if they saw her would be her chest, with what I would guess was at least DD size breasts, or her spectacular heart-shaped rear end. Yes, her titties and ass were spectacular, but what most men neglected to see was the area above them. With long, dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a pair of full very kissable lips, and what I thought was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, Carrie had an aura of sex appeal shining around her very brightly. I joked with her once that she could give a saint a hard-on. She could be an outrageous flirt, especially with me. In my defense, I could give it back just as well. The only reason we never went beyond flirting was the fact she was married and trying to be faithful to her husband, whom I had met on a few occasions and took an instant dislike to, along with their three kids, whom I loved as if they were my own. I say trying because she told me about a few instances of cheating she had had, and many temptations, including me.
She was working at a register. Tonight, she was wearing a pair of tight black Levi’s 505 jeans and a dark blue knit sweater over a black turtleneck. I quietly walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” one of our cheesy lines we used to flirt with each other. She finished with her customer, and then turned to me and said with a smile, “You couldn’t handle me, stud,” then hugged me tightly. “How are you, Douglas James?” she asked me when she let me go. Carrie was the only person who called me by my given name; everyone else called me DJ.
I smelled her perfume; it was the same scent that drove me nuts one night, threatening her that I was going to drag her to the back room and rape her. Her response was, “You can’t rape the willing, big boy,” and stuck her tongue out at me. After six years, it still had the same effect.
“I’m better now that I’ve seen your beautiful face, Carrie. How are you doing, babe?” I asked her.
“Well, as you see I’m still here. And, single. I’ve been divorced for a year now,” she replied showing me her left hand which looked bare compared to the way I remembered it with an engagement ring and wedding band. “My shift is over in thirty minutes, are you busy?”
“I’m open, especially for my best girl. I’ll wait for you. I just need to get something to eat for supper,” I replied.
“No you don’t, Doug. You’re coming with me. The girls missed you too. If I told them I saw their Uncle DJ and didn’t bring you to see them I’d be playing Hell for a while,” She said sternly, but with a smile. How could I refuse that offer? I missed her girls too.
“Okay,“ I said softly. “I’ll be right outside.” Carrie squeezed my hand and said,
“Don’t disappoint me, Doug, and not be there in thirty minutes.”
“I won’t, Care-Bear,” I said and kissed her cheek.
Thirty minutes and another cigarette later Carrie walked out of the store. “Where are you parked?” she asked me. I pointed in the general direction of where my truck was at. Carrie took my hand and said, “Come on, I’ll drive you over there, okay?” I smiled and we walked hand in hand to her car. Before she unlocked her car, she turned to me and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for nine years,” as she moved in and kissed me tenderly. I could feel the electricity pass between us. I kissed her back. My tongue slipped inside her mouth and tickled her tongue. She moaned into my mouth. When she pulled away, we were both out of breath.
“Was it worth waiting nine years for, honey?” I joked. She kissed me again and said, “What do you think, baby?”
“I’m thinking I could do this all night, Carrie,” I said. She smiled sexily and said,
“I know we could do more than that all night, darlin’.”
I followed her to where she lived. Carrie handed me her keys and said, “I’ll be right back, the kids are across the street. Make yourself comfortable, honey.”
She turned to walk away. I pinched her tight ass. She squealed in surprise and said, “Behave yourself!!”
I laughed and said, “That would be so boring!” I went inside and sat on the couch. About thirty seconds later the door flew open and I was assaulted by three female munchkins. “Uncle DJ!! We missed you so much,” Danni, the youngest said as she jumped into my lap and hugged me fiercely. The last time I saw her, she was five years old and cute. Now, she was eleven and already a heartbreaker with blonde hair and blue eyes. Emily, who was fifteen and a beautiful young woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her youngest sister said as she hugged both Danni and I, “Mom missed you too, Uncle DJ. When you left, she cried for a week.”
“So did I, Em. I missed all of you,” I said after I swallowed the lump in my throat. Cassie, who was thirteen and a younger version of her mother said,
“Well, don’t do that again, Uncle DJ,” as she hugged me tightly.
“I won’t, baby girl. I promise,” as my tears fell. “I love you ladies.”
Cassie kissed my cheek and said, “We love you too, DJ. Don’t cry, okay? Otherwise, we’re all going to be crying right along with you.”
Carrie came through the door and said, “All right, kiddoes. Don’t smother Doug now. Supper will be ready soon; you need to get your chores done before then, all right?”
The kids grumbled about it, but headed upstairs to get ready for supper. Carrie turned to me and said, “You okay, Doug?”
“Sorry, I just lost it there for a minute. I’m all right, babe. Promise,” I said shakily.
Carrie kissed me and said, “Come on and help with supper, darling. Oh, and molest me a little bit, stud,” as she rubbed my dick through my jeans.
I got up from the couch and said, “How about I just molest you a lot, Care-Bear?”
Carrie smiled and said, “That sounds good too, Doug.”
I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Carrie from behind and kissed her where her neck and shoulder come together. She threw her head back and moaned softly as I trailed kisses up her neck to her earlobe. My right hand was caressing her DD cup tits, while my left hand was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. My hard dick was rubbing against the crack of her ass. When her jeans were loose, Carrie took my hand and thrust it inside to feel her soaked panties.
“Imagine working an entire eight hour shift like that, baby. I was like that at work just wanting you. I’d have to finger myself at lunch so I wouldn’t go insane for wanting to feel your hard dick inside my pussy, your tongue licking my clit, your hands on my titties, and wanting to swallow your hot cum. I was like that five nights a week for three years, just hoping and praying for tonight. I want you; I need you to fuck me senseless, Doug. Please, baby, I’m begging you!!” she cried.
I turned Carrie around to look her into her brown eyes. I saw the fear of rejection in her eyes. I kissed her tenderly and said, “I’m yours, Carrie. But not just for tonight, okay? I care about you too much to have a one-night stand with you. Wherever this relationship goes, is fine by me, if you want me.”
With a tear in her eye, Carrie said softly, “Yeah, I want that. I missed you so much, baby.”
I wiped the tear off her cheek and said, “Shh, Carrie. I missed you so much as well, honey. I thought if I just disappeared it would be easier on everybody. I was wrong. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere without you and my ladies, okay? I promise I’m not going to leave you alone again.”
Carrie whispered, “Doug, I’m going to hold you to that,” and broke down crying. As I held her, the floodgates in my soul crashed down and I was crying too. Emily came downstairs and found us standing in the kitchen hugging each other and crying. “What’s wrong?” she asked us. Thankfully she didn’t notice her mother’s jeans were open, or at least she didn’t say anything about it.
I said, “Nothing’s wrong, baby girl. Everything’s perfect.”
She turned around and left. I heard Cassie’s voice ask, “What’s going on with Mom and Uncle DJ? I heard Momma crying.” Then I heard Emily answer her. “I think Mom and DJ finally figured out they love each other.” Carrie and I looked at each other and I said, “I think she’s right, babe. What do you think?”
Carrie smiled through her tears and said, “I think so too, Daddy DJ.” I chuckled and said, “Daddy DJ. I like that,” before we kissed each other. We finished making supper and Carrie went to her bedroom to change clothes before supper. She came back wearing the same jeans, but wearing a white button down man’s dress shirt. Damn, but she looked good. Hell, she could make a burlap sack look good.
At the dinner table, Danni insisted that I sit at the head of the table and Carrie sit at the opposite end. As Cassie said the blessing, I looked up at Carrie. She looked up at me with a smile and mouthed, “Love you.” I mouthed it back smiling and winked at her. Cassie finished the blessing with, “And thank you for bringing Doug back to us, we really missed him and we love him a lot, especially Mommy.”
I chuckled and said, “Amen!!”
We all pitched in to clean up after supper, and went to the living room. Emily sat next to me on the couch and said, “I know you’ll be good for Mom and she’ll be good for you too. Take care of us too, okay, Doug? We all love you, and right now, we all need each other. But tonight, you take care of Mom. Make her feel like a woman again.” She kissed me lightly on the mouth, got up from the couch and said, “Cassie, Danni, give Mom and DJ a kiss and let’s give them some alone time, okay?” Cassie and Danni kissed their mother and I and went upstairs. I mouthed to Emily, “Thanks,” and she came over to me and whispered in my ear, “Make her scream your name for me, Doug. I love you.”
“Love you too, Emily,” I said, shocked.
Carrie looked at me and said, “What was that all about?”
I smiled and said, “You’ll find out soon enough, lover. Now, take me to bed before we go insane for each other.” Carrie stood up and I took her hand in mine. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Before we went in, I stopped her and said, “Carrie, I loved you from the first time I ever saw you nine years ago. It took me nine years to finally realize it. I apologize for my stupidity.”
She smiled at me and said, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn’t see it either until tonight. I love you, Doug.”
“And I love you, Carrie. Let’s rip the roof off this joint, baby!” I said.
She led me into the bedroom. We stopped at the foot of the bed. My heart was beating fast and loud in my chest. I whispered, “I don’t want to disappoint you, baby.” She kissed me and said,
“You won’t, honey.” Her hands went to the front of my shirt and started to unbutton it. Then she ran her hands lightly over my chest. “You feel so good, Doug.”
Meanwhile I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her tits which made her groan with need. My left hand went around her back and unsnapped her black bra while I continued to softly squeeze her left tit with my right hand. I could feel her nipple stand up under the lace cup. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and kissed where the straps had been. Then I stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. Amazingly, her breasts did not sag at all. They were capped by brown areolas that were half-dollar size with quarter inch nipples that were standing very proud. Carrie’s stomach was very tight, and even after giving birth to the other three women I loved, not a stretch mark to be seen.
“Carrie, you are beautiful,” I said in awe. She smiled and grabbed my hand to pull me closer to her. Her hands slid across my shoulders and my shirt fell to the floor. Then they moved lightly down my back to my ass. She cupped her hands under my ass and said,
“Have I told you that you have a very nice ass?” she asked me, smiling. That was one of her favorite flirt lines with me, but this was the first time she had ever touched it.
“Yeah, you have but flattery will get you everywhere with me, babe,” I chuckled. I cupped my hands under her ass and said, “Have I told you that your ass is superb?”
With a smile she said, “No, you used to say, ‘Wow’, whenever you were behind me, you perv.”
“Well, then I apologize for being a perv,” I chuckled.
“You can perv on me all you want, baby. But the first time your eyes wander I’ll dig them out with a rusty spoon, lover. Got it?” she said very seriously.
I looked in her eyes and said, “I promise I won’t look at another woman, Carrie.”
She smiled and said, “Good, just so we understand each other. And I promise to never look at another man. You are the only man for me.”
With a lump in my throat I said, “I love you too, Carrie.”
She reached between us to my belt and unbuckled it then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then she reached into my boxers and grabbed my dick. “Careful with that, babe; it’s on a hair trigger right now,” I said.
With a sexy smirk on her lips, she said, “Well, then I better defuse this monster then, huh?” She dropped to her knees and pushed my jeans and boxers down. My seven inch dick popped out like a jack in the box. I heard her gasp then say softly, “Holy shit, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” Then she kissed the head and licked the shaft. I gasped out, “Oh Carrie, I’m cumming!” She engulfed my cock in her mouth as I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my semen and cleaned me off. Carrie then said, “You weren’t kidding about a hair-trigger, were you, lover?”
I hung my head in embarrassment and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Carrie. It’s been six years since I’ve been with anyone.”
Carrie stood up, kissed me and said, “Doug, it’s okay, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It was wonderful. And I’m touched that you waited so long.” She kissed me again and said jokingly, “I knew I was a talented cocksucker, but I didn’t know I was that good!”
I laughed and held her close. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to either side of her face and kissed her tenderly. My right hand moved down and cupped her breast. My thumb rubbed her nipple softly. Carrie moaned in my mouth and broke the kiss. She arched her back; giving me more room to manually worship her twin mounds of womanhood. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and first fingers softly. Carrie gasped and said, “I knew you were good with your hands; I had no idea just how good you really are with them.”
I looked into her eyes. There was a very wild, burning look in them, a look that I had never seen before. Those twin fires looked like they could consume me completely, and in my mind I welcomed being burned by them, and they kind of scared me with their intensity, but in a good way like a thrill ride at an amusement park. I thought, ‘This is going to be one hell of a ride, and I want to ride this ride forever.’
I let go of Carrie’s right breast with my left hand and moved it down to the button of her Levi’s. I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I moved both hands to her hips and slid her jeans off them. What I thought earlier was panties were in fact a jade green thong trimmed in black. On the front of her left hip was a small rose tattoo.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, babe?” I said quietly.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Carrie giggled. She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. On the right cheek of her ass was another tattoo, this one of another heart, but at the top of it, there was a gold halo, and at the bottom of it there was a black forked tail!
I chuckled and said, “So tell me, how much of an angel are you?”
Carrie looked over her right shoulder at me and said huskily, “How much of an angel do you want me to be?”
I laughed and said, “Just enough to love me, babe. Otherwise, let the wild child run.”
She shook her ass and said, “Hell, yeah!!” Then Carrie bent over and untied her sneakers. I saw her pink asshole peeking at me from behind the string of her thong. When she straightened up, she turned and put her hand flat on my chest and pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed. Carrie dropped to her knees again and lifted my left foot up and pulled my boot off, then did the same with the right foot. She moved closer to me, grabbed the waist of my jeans and boxers and pulled them off. While Carrie did that, she licked me from my stomach to my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shivered.
“Oh god,” I gasped. Then I felt her lips on mine. Her kiss was butterfly soft. Then she whispered, “Doug, look in my eyes.”
I opened my eyes. I saw a very sweet softness in them, the look of love. “I haven’t been so happy since the moment Danni was born,” she said softly, her voice quavering. There was a tear at the corner of her eyes. I kissed the tears away.
“This is only the beginning, Carrie. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world. I can’t even begin to say how much I love you.” I said just as softly. I felt a rush of emotion blow through me like a soft summer breeze. With my voice breaking and my eyes full of tears, I said,”I’ve never been so happy, or this loved, ever. I’m positive that I waited my whole life for right now, for you. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up, because I don’t want to live without you.”
“You won’t have too, Doug. This is real. I love you so very much,” she said. She pulled me into her arms and held me as I cried, overwhelmed by the depth of my emotions. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me softly.
Finally I was drained. I raised my head off Carrie’s shoulder. Carrie smiled and said, “Look at us, crying like babies. But they’re tears of happiness, not sorrow or pain. We’re one hell of a pair, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are. A perfect pair,” I said. “But, we’re here crying instead of what we came in here to do, which is having wild sex. What are we waiting for?”
Carrie stood up and said, “For me to finish losing my clothes, it looks like.” She stood up, hooked her thumbs in her thong, and peeled it off. I stared at her in awe. Her brown pubes were trimmed in a heart shape. Carrie’s clit and inner lips was peeking out of her outer lips.
“Oh my god, absolute perfection, like the rest of you,” I said. Carrie smiled sexily and said,
“I’ll take it you like?”
“Just come here and I’ll show you how much, darling.”
I lay down in the middle of the bed. She crawled on the bed towards me like a cougar stalking its next meal. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to my head. Carrie straddled my head with her legs, and then squatted down, bringing her pussy to my mouth. I smelled her arousal; it smelled better than her perfume ever could. I kissed her outer lips, which made her jump and gasp. Then I wriggled my tongue between them and French kissed her opening. I sucked on her lips and licked around her clit, carefully avoiding it. Carrie wiggled around trying to aim her clit to hit my tongue. We played this cat and mouse game until Carrie growled,
“God damn it Doug, quit fuckin’ teasing me already!”
I chuckled and gave my lover what she wanted and more. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. My hands were holding her ass cheeks tightly. I felt her start to tremble, and then I heard her scream out my name.
“Jesus, Doug!!! I’m



CUMMING!!!” The last word came out like a wail. I thought, ‘There you go, Emily. Mission Accomplished.’ Her legs collapsed and all of her weight was centered on my head. I pushed up on Carrie’s ass and pulled my head out. Carrie’s hands were holding the headboard. Her head hung down between her shoulders, and she was panting. Her whole body was trembling. I moved her down to lay her down. I lay down beside her. She put her head on my chest. I held her against me with my left arm and stroked her hair with my right hand.
Finally, she lifted her head to look at me. “You OK, babe?” I asked her. Carrie slowly smiled and said,
“I’m better than OK, lover. That was fantastic. Honestly, I’ve never cum that hard or that quickly ever.”
“I guess I inspired you, huh?”
“Smartass,” she giggled. I chuckled and kissed her forehead. Her left hand moved down to my cock and stroked it gently. In a few minutes I was hard as an iron bar. Carrie got up and straddled my hips and lowered herself on my love pole. We both groaned as her wet pussy gripped me tightly.
“It feels as good as I dreamed it would,” Carrie said with wonder. She ground her hips against mine, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. Her breathing got ragged as she approached another orgasm. I felt the muscles in her pussy contract and grab me almost painfully as she came again. Carrie collapsed upon my chest, her face against mine. I caught her bottom lip in my mouth and sucked on it.
Somehow, I flipped us over. Now I took control of our fucking. I pulled almost completely out, and then slammed back in. She grunted and wrapped her legs around my waist. I alternated between long slow strokes and fast short strokes.
“Fuck me, Doug. Fuck me hard!!” Carrie said through gritted teeth. I started pounding her cunt hard. I went crazy on her. I heard the slapping sound of our skin as I was drilling into her pussy. I felt my balls tighten up. I grunted,
“I’m gonna cum, Carrie!”
“In me, Doug, YES!”
With a furious growl, I emptied my balls into her. My eyes rolled back into my head and I saw stars. I must have blacked out for a second because I opened my eyes and Carrie was smiling at me. I rolled off Carrie and flopped on the bed. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me.
When I could breathe again, I said, “I’m sorry, Carrie, I just went crazy there.”
“It was what we both needed, Doug, a whole lot of crazy. It was good. No, it was great. I don’t want to sound cheesy, but thank you.”
“It wasn’t cheesy, Carrie. I’ve never had it so great. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, get us a smoke out of the nightstand. We need one, don’t you think?”
“Yes we do.” I found her pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter and lit up two of them. Carrie took a deep drag and said,
“I’m sorry, I wanted tonight to be romantic, you know, with candles and rose petals. Or so I dreamed. I wanted to seduce you like in those romance novels you used to give me shit about in the break room.”
I took her face in my hands and said, “Look at me and listen, okay? It wouldn’t matter if you seduced me or tried to rape me, which wouldn’t have happen because I would have been too willing, by the way. It was special for both of us. It was perfect. Honestly, this was the first time I’ve made love, understand? With anybody else, it was just fucking. But with you, this was more than physical actions for me. For the first time in my life, this was an emotional


.coming together. I love you like I haven’t loved anybody before, ever.”
Carrie’s eyes filled with tears. I kissed her tenderly then whispered, “You’re my angel, and you and the kids are my everything.” I held her until we fell asleep.
Sometime during the night we woke up and made love slowly and tenderly, and fell asleep with her head on my chest. The next thing I remember was the insistent beep of an alarm clock. I looked over at the nightstand and saw it said 5:30 am. Carrie raised her head and smiled at me. “‘Morning, sweet thing,” I said.
“Hi, baby,” she replied. She got up and shut the alarm off. “Come on lazy bones, time to start the day.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and off the bed. We went to the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet. I heard the sound of piss hitting the water. I turned to leave, but Carrie grabbed my wrist and said, “Where are you going?”
“I was going to give you some privacy,” I replied.
“After what we shared last night, we don’t have anything left to hide from each other, baby.” She wiped herself, stood up and said, “Your turn.” I stood in front of the toilet and started to piss. Carrie grabbed my dick and aimed it into the toilet, which was getting difficult quickly because I started to get hard. We both laughed like hyenas at this.
Carrie started the water in the shower and we got in. I grabbed the shampoo and stood behind her and washed her hair. “Doug, you’re spoiling me,” she sighed. I kissed her neck then asked her,
“How did you sleep, darling?”
“I slept very well, because the man I love fucked me senseless last night, how did you sleep?” Carrie asked.
“Better than I have ever slept, because the woman I love was next to me.” Carrie kissed me and said,
“Today is my day off, baby. What’s going on with you today?”
“Well, there are some things I’d like to show you today, but not until this evening.”
“Doug, we don’t have to make love just in the evening, you know,” Carrie giggled.
“No, silly, these things we kind of need to have clothes on,” I replied with a smile. “Besides, I want you meet some of my friends, and check out what we do when we get together. I think you might like it.”
“Sounds good, do I need to get dressed up for this occasion, or what?”
“Whatever you decide to wear is all right baby, it’s not like we’re going to a ball or anything. I do have to ask you if the kids have school tomorrow, because this will be a late night. I’d like the kids to meet them too, if that’s all right.”
“That is perfectly all right, Doug. I’m happy that you want to include them,” Carrie said.
“I love them as much as I love you. From now on, we’re a package deal. Besides, the kids will probably get a kick out of this.”
After breakfast and the kids got on the bus, I said, “Come on, there is somebody you know that would like to see you.”
We drove in my truck to my hometown and pulled up in front of Mary’s Music World. We walked in. Jeff Healey was playing over the speakers in the ceiling. Eve, my roommate’s niece was at the counter. Eve was 19, standing at five feet even and had a pierced lip and dressed up Goth. Her pixie face lit up and said, “Hi, DJ!! You are in big trouble, mister. Mary is mad as hell that you didn’t come home last night and didn’t call her. You better go see her; she’s in the guitar room playing that new Les Paul that came in last week.”
I introduced Carrie to Eve as my girlfriend, which made Carrie smile. I led Carrie to the guitar room and heard Mary playing the opening to Ozzy Osbourne’s ‘Crazy Train,’ and I knew I was in for it. Mary never played Ozzy unless she was pissed. Mary turned around and saw us. Mary was five feet five inches tall, had a petite build, blonde hair, green eyes and a very bad temper when crossed. Mary and I had been friends for fifteen years and we worked at the same Wal-Mart at the same time. Mary quit after I had and opened Music World and it was very successful. She abruptly stopped playing, put the guitar down and said to me, “You know how to dial a phone, fucker? I ought to put my foot in your ass, but I won’t, because, finally, Carrie and you finally figured out you were supposed to be together.” Mary turned to Carrie and said, “It took you two long enough,” then hugged Carrie. Carrie hugged Mary and said,
“Well, we weren’t too smart about that, until now. And it was my fault he didn’t call; I had him rather occupied last night.”
Mary chuckled and said, “Well, I forgive you. Him, not quite yet.” I hung my head and said,
“Mary, I apologize for not calling you and telling you I wasn’t coming back. Please forgive me.”
She hugged me and said, “Well, all right. You are forgiven. Go and sin a lot with this woman, you silly man.”
The three of us sat and talked and laughed over people we all knew and some of the crazy things we had seen at the World of Wally. I got up and picked up the guitar that Mary had been playing, turned the distortion knob on the amp it was plugged into all the way up and the tone knob all the way down and played the first ten chords of Black Sabbath’s ‘Ironman.’ The instant I hit the first chord, Carrie’s head jerked up and she watched me with wonder. I put the guitar down, shut off the amp and Carrie said,”Wow. Now who is the one full of surprises?” Mary said,
“He’s actually quite good. I’ve tried to get him to join the band, but Mister Shy over there thinks he sucks at playing. What do you think, Carrie?”
“You’re in a band? That is so cool!! And yeah, my man is pretty good with that guitar, among other things.”
Mary laughed and said, “I don’t even want to know, girl!! Well, at least not in front of him, anyway.” I hung my head in embarrassment. Mary laughed and continued, “The band is rehearsing tonight. Well, that and a jam session. DJ usually comes with me and goofs around on a couple of songs. Will both of you come tonight? No pressure, if you’re busy that’s all right.”
I replied, “We’ll be there, us and the kids if that’s okay.”
Mary smiled and said, “Great!! It’s the usual time and place, DJ. And I’ll bring your Strat from the house, okay? Now, I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’ve got to run the store so Eve can get a break. I’ll see you later!” Mary hugged me and whispered in my ear, “You be good to her, DJ. I’ll kill you if you fuck it up.” I believed she would, too. I knew she could.
That evening, we pulled up in front of Jerry’s Bar and Grill. Jerry and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, been in more trouble than either one of us would ever admit to, and at one time dated the same girl. Jerry got lucky and married her, though, the bastard! Anyway, Tuesday nights Jerry closed up at 7 and let the house band, Box of Rox, rehearse, jam with their friends, and have a good time. Mary, as you probably guessed, was the lead guitar player. If there was one thing she could do better than play guitar, it was singing; she had a soaring voice that would make an angel cry. Eve, her niece, played the keyboards and sang backup vocals, although she could handle lead vocals pretty damned good as well. John was the rhythm guitar guy, but he could trade licks with Mary, and often did. He worked in Mary’s store doing instrument repair and between him and Mary, taught me how to play. Jerry’s cousin Bob was the bass player. He was a very intense person, being known to stop a bar fight with just a stare. Plus, Bob stood nearly seven feet tall and could bench press six hundred pounds. Bob didn’t say much, he let his bass talk for him. The final person on stage was Jeremiah, the drummer. He was a little guy; he barely stood five feet four inches tall and thin as a rail, but strong as an ox. Drummers have a reputation for being wild and crazy, and Jeremiah used to live that way. Until that day he met Eve in the store two years ago and they fell in love at first sight. He quit drugs, cut way back on his drinking, and pounded out his aggression on the drum set instead of breaking noses and legs. Jeremiah and Eve got married last year and were devoted to each other.
I introduced Carrie and the kids to the band. Danni walked over to Bob and asked him for a hug. Bob picked her up and hugged Danni. One look at his face and everybody knew his heart melted. Danni had made a friend for life.
Six months went by. In that time I had moved from Mary’s house to what by now Carrie called our home. Our sex life, if anything, got even more fantastic. And our love for each other deepened even more. But, to me there was something missing. Again, it took the wisdom of a young woman for me to figure out what the hell it was. One Friday morning Carrie was at work and I was at home doing homework for one of my classes for the next week when the phone rang. It was Emily’s school calling, telling me that Emily was sick and needed to come home. So, I went to pick her up.
As I drove away from the school, Emily turned to me and said, “Doug, I lied. I’m not sick. I needed to talk to you about something.”
“All right, I’m not going to yell about your cutting class and I’m not going to tell your mom about it, but you should tell her. So, what’s on your mind?”
“Doug, are you ever going to ask Mom to marry you? Danni and Cassie and I love you, and we’ve talked about it. You are a great guy, and you’ll be a great dad to us. I mean, you’ve done more for us than even our real dad has ever done. And I’ve never seen Mom so happy. She loves you a lot. And I know you love all of us. You’re already moved in, why not make it official?”
I felt like I had been hit between my eyes with a hammer. This now fifteen year old young woman was smarter about affairs of the heart than anyone I knew. Then I felt stupid. How come I couldn’t figure out what the missing piece of the puzzle was?
Finally, I answered Emily. “You know, I haven’t the slightest clue why I haven’t done it yet. But, now I feel stupid for not doing it. You’re pretty smart about these things; you figured out that your mom and I love each other before we did. I, dear Emily, bow before your feet as an unworthy fool.”
Emily laughed at me and said,”You may kiss my ring, fool. So, are you going to ask Mom?”
“Yes I am, but I want to do it right.” By this time we were home. “I want to surprise her, completely blow her away with this. But I haven’t an idea that’s original.”
Emily said, “I have an idea, but let’s eat first. Then let’s work on this. Why don’t you order us a pizza, if that’s okay?”
As we ate, Emily told me her idea. It sounded fantastic, but it I would need a lot of help to pull this off, and a lot of luck. So I called the one person who could bring it all together: Mary.
“You’re damned right you need my help, DJ,” Mary said. “Don’t worry about a thing; I’ve got it under control. Congratulations on finally getting it together.”
I hung up the phone, and told Emily, “Come on, sweetie. I need to talk to someone about this.”
We drove across town to where Amy, Carrie’s mother, lived. I wanted to do the right thing and ask her for approval. Amy answered the door and let us in. I came right to the point.
“Amy, I want to ask Carrie to marry me, but I want your permission to do that. I know that normally I’m supposed to ask her father, but he’s dead. So, I’m asking you.”
“Doug, I’m touched and honored that you are doing this. And yes, you have my approval. Do you have a ring yet?” I admitted that I didn’t, that Emily had only set me right an hour ago. Amy smiled and said, “Yes, my granddaughter has that gift, doesn’t she?” She left the room, and then came back with a ring box. “This was my mother and father’s wedding set. I would like you to have them and give them to my daughter.” She kissed my cheek and said, “You’re a great guy. I feel blessed that my daughter found you, and that you’re now a part of my family.”
With a lump in my throat, I said, “Thank you, Amy.”
“Call me Mom, Doug, you’ve earned it.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
As we drove home I said, “I hope your mom says yes, and we can pull this off.”
Emily turned to me and said, “Have a little faith, Doug, this is going to work. Trust me, and trust Mary, okay?” She squeezed my hand, and then said, “I love you, Dad.”
Holding back my tears I whispered, “I love you too, Emily.”
It was two weeks later that I set the plan in motion. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. The band wouldn’t be playing the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but Jerry wanted them (and us) to come out and have a good time there, he considered them a part of his family, and wanted to do something for them for the holiday. Mary lent me her favorite acoustic guitar, and I practiced what I wanted to do, sneaking down to Music World to do this. When I put that guitar in the back of the Blazer, Carrie asked me, “Why are you bringing that one for?” I replied, “I heard a song that I think the band could use, and there’s a lot of acoustic guitar in it.” Emily smiled secretly when she heard my explanation. Cassie and Danni were in on this as well, and they were sworn to secrecy. I was nervous, and it showed. Carrie asked me what was wrong, and I told her it was because I had to sing the song.
“Oh, come on, DJ. I’ve heard you sing in the shower, and you’ve got a good voice,” Danni said from the back seat.
Carrie laughed and said, “I have to agree with Danni. You can sing pretty good, babe.”
“Well, I thank all of you for thinking that,” I replied. “I just hope everybody else thinks that.”
“The only one that matters is you, Doug, “Carrie said. “If you think you’ve got a good voice, that’s all that matters. Even if you sucked, you still would sound good to me.”
“Thanks, Carrie, I love you too.”
When we got to Jerry’s, Eve hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?”
I whispered back, “I sure as hell hope so.”
She smiled and said, “You’ll do fine.”
I said to the band as I plugged into Mary’s wireless amp and put on Mary’s headset microphone, “I told Mary about a song I heard on the radio I think you could use. She wanted me to play it for you to see what you think, okay?”
That was the cue to Eve. She counted out loud to four, then began to play, her keyboard sounding like an accordion as she played the intro to ‘Maria Elena’ by the Smithereens. I began to play as she sang in her contralto voice, “Little girl, little one, he gave his heart to you. In this world you’ll never know, a love that is so true.
I sang the bridge: “I will love you all my days, that’s how it got to be. I believe in true love ways, Maria Elena.”
Eve and I continued to play and sing the song the same way, Eve singing the verses and I was singing the bridge. As Eve sang the last verse, I stepped off the stage and walked to the table where the four women in my life were sitting. Carrie’s eyes were as wide as saucers; the kids were smiling. Jerry was standing behind the bar holding a video camera taping the whole thing, wearing a shit-eating grin.
I sang the final bridge and the song ended. As I dropped to one knee and reached in my pocket for the ring, there was silence; everybody else in the room was in on this.
I opened the ring box and said, “Carrie, you’re the first woman I’ve ever truly loved. And you’ll be the last. I’m only going to ask you this one time: will you marry me?”
Carrie’s hands flew over her mouth and she gasped. Her eyes were full of tears as she lowered her hands and whispered, “Oh my god


.,” then shrieked, “YES!!!”
Emily took the guitar from me as Carrie jumped up and ran into my arms. We stood in the middle of the floor holding each other, kissing and crying tears of joy. The bar broke out in cheering and clapping. Jerry yelled out, “Gather around, everybody!!” Jerry grabbed a bottle of champagne, poured glasses for everyone (except the kids), and said, “I propose a toast. To the happy couple!” Everybody toasted us.

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