Mr. Marx had other problems than his daughters' pregnancy to occupy his mind.  His work at the factory had ended when the plant had closed down.  That had happened just after the first of the year.  The family had gone through most of there savings while Mr. Marx searched for new employment.  The truth is told the Marx family had a stack of unpaid bills when a strange miracle happened.  There home was broken into.  Now few people would think a burglary was any type of miracle but for the Marx it worked out as one.  For there house was the first but certainly far from the last.  There break in started the rash of robberies that caused Smithson security to be founded.  And Mr. Marx was able to get work.  And what the heck not much was taken from there house anyway.  Mr. Marx under went extensive training in home security installation. In April started to again receive a paycheck.  It’s an odd coincidence that within a matter of a week the Marx family went from celebrating there good fortune to finding Mandy passed out (and pregnant) in the park.

By July Mr. Marx saw the end on the horizon.  This was before Mandy’s doctor appointment.  In May and June there had been more overtime at work then anyone could handle.  Smithson had hired more and more workers to meet the public demand.  By July there was no new hires' and the overtime was drying up.  The owners of Smithson tried to find new customers or new products but it seemed Smithson was the proverbial big fish in a small pond.  They considered moving to a more populated area but there were too many security firms there already.  Smithson’s profits would continue to decrease till they sank in that small pond.

By mid July layoffs had started.  People who had bought the security systems based on the fact that they would be getting a reliable paycheck from Smithson now found themselves out of work and in debt.  People were mad that they were out of work and took it out where ever and when ever they could.  A rumor was started that Smithson, the company who only a few months earlier was looked on as the towns' savior, was actually in some way responsible fore the crime spree.  That was when the story of Mandy Marx’s Immaculate Conception started circulating.  The Pastor of the church who had announced that he would be retiring filled his last sermons will tales of lies and deceit about the sin of sex outside of marriage.  Although he never mentioned the Marx family and Mandy in particular by name everyone knew who he was condemning.  The Marx family quit attending service and accepted the first offer they received (a very low offer) and in just over a month Sandy would be watching there moving van dwindle in the distance.

Sandy had watched all the Molnar’s stuff be moved into there home only when the last box was brought in did the trance that had kept Sandy staring out the window break.  Sandy then went to her room and logged on to her computer it was time to share what little information she had acquired with “Friend”.

Sandy’s email was short and to the point.  She told of the tacky furniture she saw being moved into the house.  How Mr. Molnar seemed to have an older model computer but that his sons seemed newer.  How Judy had few possessions outside of a bed and dresser.  She reported that she had seen only one box taken to Judy’s room and supposed it must be Judy’s clothes.  Only one box of clothes Sandy looked around her room and thought her own flashy clothes would fill at least 5 or 6 boxes.  She concluded her email by saying that she was sorry she couldn’t supply more information.  Then she sent her email.

Sandy was more than a little surprised when she got a reply to her email almost instantly.  She saw from the address that it was from the school but who could possible be at the school on a Saturday at just past 6PM.  She couldn’t think of who “Friend” could possibly be but she figured who ever he is he must have a key to the school.  The response was a pleasant one.  It stated “Be pleased that Judy has few things to take up her time and mind as that will give you more room in her life.”  Sandy read the simple sentence then read it again then a third time.  It was confusing in its simplicity but she figured it meant that she should be happy that Judy’s life was simple as that way she could show her all sorts of new things.

Sandy wondered about how she could fill all the empty space in Judy’s life only till she looked at the clock.  It was closing on 7 and she had a date.  Mike was taking her for burgers and she figured Paul would most likely tag along.  She wondered if she should dress for comfort or dress to tease.  She figured dressing to tease would be her best option as she had been dressing for comfort the last few times they went out but now with Judy here she might need the boys to do what she wanted.  Sandy considered what to wear fairly carefully.  She knew she’d be with 2 guys.  That after going for burgers she figured they’d take her to the theater; some dumb action flick was on there.  She knew there main reason for going to movies like that was to ogle some big chested star in a tight little outfit, boys were so predictable.  She knew that at the movie she’d be sitting between the boys so she wanted something that both could enjoy and still not get them kicked out.  She chose a slightly loose tank top that both boys could access with out being obvious.  She decided to wear cutoffs to go with the top as she doubted the boys would get too worked up in the theater to try for more.

Sandy had figured right.  Mike pulled up in his jet black 4 x 4 truck Chevy truck.  As he got out Sandy saw Paul get out the other side.  Paul trotted to catch up to Mike.  At the door Mike rang the bell.  Mike’s eyes lit up as he saw how Sandy had dressed for him.  In the back Paul leered at Sandy.  It was secretly thought that Paul had been the dad of Mandy’s baby.  But that was a closely guarded secret that gave Paul a thrill.  They all climbed into Mike’s pickup and off they went to a local drive in for burgers.  Sandy was happy how both boys kept sneaking peeks at her chest.  After eating they started the fairly long drive to the theater.  Mike tells Paul to get out the joint he has stashed.  Sandy thinks if she gets stoned it may be tougher to stay in control.  Mike said he knew they’d all love the flick it was called Boats and Babes.  Sandy thought “oh god for that I’ll need the joint”.

Arriving at the theater Sandy had a pleasant buzz going.  Even though she tried not inhaling on the joint, she wanted to keep control, enough slipped into her to mellow her.  Mike and Paul were well stoned and found everything very funny.  The theater they were going to, actually the only one in a 25 mile radius was located in the middle of the town’s business district.  Not surprisingly the two neighbors of the theater were a fast food restaurant on one side and a game arcade on the other.  After Mike parked they were left with a short walk to go see the movie.  As they passed the arcade Sandy was pleased to notice that many young (and some not so young) heads turned to watch her.  She realized then her nipples were up and making appealing bumps in her tank top.

There was an elderly lady in the ticket booth that looked at Sandy with some disapproval.  Mike had his wallet out but Sandy thought that as stoned as Mike was that it would be a chore for him to understand the woman and also to figure out how much to pay.  Sandy took Mikes wallet and approached the booth.  The movie was rated R so technically Sandy should not have been allowed in to see it.  She acted bored asking for the tickets.  Although the woman in the booth might have asked if Sandy were old enough to enter Sandy was saved when the woman recognized Mike.  She regularly attends high school football games and Mike is something of a star.  The lady whispered to Sandy “isn’t that Mike Sorenson?”  Sandy told her it was and the lady made a tsking sound.  She added “he's taking a date to this type of movie?”  Sandy said it was his turn to pick, and the woman thought Sandy was a fine young lady for agreeing.  Sandy, who under normal circumstances can be gruff, realized she was acting like a fine young lady and fought back the urge to giggle.  “My god the right amount of pot may be the best thing” Sandy thought to herself.

Inside the theater Mike and Paul would have marked themselves as stoned to anyone who chanced to observe there behavior.  Giggling they ran right for the snack counter.  Sandy on the other hand was into people watching.  She hadn’t much listened to the title Mike had told her, and paid no attention to the signs in the lobby, she just new it was a guy flick and a place to test her feminine wiles.  As the boys decided on which food and drinks they wanted Sandy circled the lobby in much the same way a shark would.  She was pleased by the reactions she elicited.  Guy’s eyes were drawn to and held by her protruding nipples.  Girls on the other hand were busier hitting there staring boyfriends and reminding them they were there on a date.

Mike and Paul finally got there selections and armed with arm loads of goodies were ready to find a comfy spot to sit.  Unattached guys were disappointed to see Sandy walk with the boys into the semi darkened theaters.  The attached guys were disappointed to but they hid the fact better.  The girls were just relieved.  Mike knew right where he wanted his group to sit.  He led the way down the left hand aisle almost but not quite all the way to the front.  Most couples like sitting in the back of the theater as they think it offers more privacy for there petting sessions but Mike reasoned with the doors right there and everyone passing by it would be like groping in the lobby.  Groping in the lobby was fun but Mike wanted a little more than just squeezing Sandy’s tits thru her top.  Arriving at the fourth row he stopped and waited for Paul to enter first.  The sections closest to the wall feature only four seats this close to the front so no one would want to get in to them.  And since it wasn’t a kid flick the first few rows would be empty.

Paul entered the row first so he’d be sitting on Sandy’s left hand side and Mike would be on Sandy’s right hand side.  They had just sat down when the lights dimmed and the curtain opened t show coming attractions.  Mike and Paul made rude comments about the latest G rated movie coming out.  There comments were mostly garbled as they constantly kept filling there mouths with more food, a symptom of the munchies.  Sandy stayed quiet for the most part only giggling occasionally and an especial rude or gross comment.  Sandy marveled at all the goodies the boys had bought and at how fast they were disappearing.  By the time the actual movie was starting the boys had polished off what for most people would have lasted more than the length of the movie.

Sandy did her best to suppress her groan as at the start of the movie Pamela Anderson bounced across the screen in a skimpy outfit.  She remembered seeing Barb Wire with the boys and knew her hopes for a nap were gone.  She felt a hand from each side snake its way under her to and squeeze her boobs.  She didn’t say or do anything to slow the boys down.  After all she had wanted to use tonight to strengthen her control over the boys so maybe old Pammy was the ticket.

Sandy let the boys grope her not doing anything in return till the gropes became more insistent.  At that point she let her arms drop off her seats arm rests and drop onto the lap of each boy.  She lightly rubbed the boy’s bulges and the gropes returned to a more easy level.  Sandy had long ago learned that when the boys groping grew more frenzied, that corresponded to what was on the screen, then and only then would she move to the next level in satisfying the boys.  First level was letting her hands drop in there laps and lightly rub there bulges thru there pants.  Level two was where she opened there pants and rubbed through there underwear.  The third level was when she slipped her hand into there briefs and felt bare cock slowly.  Level four was when she had it out and slowly stroked it.  The fifth level was usually the last level.  It was the level where she stroked faster and the boys could cum.  She reached level five rights at the climax of the movie.  Using her hands like an expert race car driver she slowed the right and speeded the left till both boys reached the point of no return at the exact moment.  She was secretly pleased that Pam wasn’t on the screen as the boys had there orgasm as both boys were looking at her and not the screen.

With the enormous amount of food the boys had purchased, but like boys they had grabbed very few napkins.  Sandy had cum on both her hands and no where to wipe it.  She solved her problems by licking her hands clean, which the boys thought was very erotic.  Sandy reflected that cum didn’t taste to bad a little slimy and kind of salty but all in all not to bad.  She just thought taking a boys cock in her mouth was kind of gross.  She couldn’t stop thinking about them peeing from there cocks.  From the looks on the boy’s faces she knew her plan was a success and that the boys would do anything she asked them too.

As Sandy was having her date things back at the Molnar home were much more sedate.  Pastor who had taken over the small family room and turned it into more of an office.  He had set up his old computer; it hadn’t taken long, and was polishing the sermon he would be delivering the next day.  Pam Molnar was busy puttering around the kitchen making brownies from scratch as a thank you gift to the Demmer family for there helps on moving them in.  As for the kids Judy was lying on her bed reading and Jimmy was working to hook up his much more complex computer in his room.

All seemed normal but appearances can be deceiving as the kids would learn sooner or later.

In Jimmy’s case he had only one thought on his mind.  To get his computer up and running so he could go online and rejoin the medieval role playing game that he had come across earlier in the summer.  As he made the connections he noticed his dad had set up an AOL account and was not using the little local service.  Jimmy was ecstatic as he was worried that a little Podunk server out in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t give him a fast connection to his game.  When jimmy went online he got the message that he had mail.  He figured he knew what the mail was but took a second to open it anyway and yes it was a welcome to AOL.  Jimmy then opened his role playing game but before he could do more than open it he heard “You have mail”.  Now he was certainly confused.  No one had his email address so how could anyone be emailing him?  Confused and curious Jimmy opened this new mail.  It said, “Welcome to Worth Jimmy.  I’m so glad to see you like role playing games.  You seem cool.  When I play I like using the name Gandalf, but because I like thinking so far ahead most call me Master Mind.  I look forward to playing with you.  By the way your sister is really hot!  It was so cool when you had her show how big her boobs are with your box trick!  Well, I just wanted to say hi to the newest player.  Let the games begin!  (Signed) Gandalf.”  More confused now than when he had opened the email, Jimmy soon lost himself in his game and forgot the email.

Meanwhile in her room Judy lay deeply engrossed in the latest mystery thriller she was reading.  Judy was a passionate reader.  Most folk thought that the fact that Judy was so shy and introvert was caused by her dads being over protective.  This was not completely accurate.  Judy’s shyness actual sprung from a trauma that had happened much earlier in her life.  Judy was 6 at the time.  She was out behind the parsonage playing in the sandbox her dad had built for the kids.  Mom was inside doing dishes while some cookies browned in the oven.  Mom watched Judy by looking out the window of the sink, knowing Chicago was a dangerous place.  Judy was playing happily by herself and mom was humming to herself.  That’s when the timer on the oven dinged.  Mom turned to the oven and checked the cookies, the kitchen was small it only took a sec.  She turned back and was horrified.  A large black man seemed to have materialized out of thin air.  He was standing in profile to the window so Pam could see both the man and Judy.  And oh my god he was exposing his genitals to her precious, innocent baby.  And Judy was not running away screaming but was staring wide eyed.  Pam ran to the back door.  The sight the greeted her was more than Pam could take.  Judy was extending her arm and was close to touching the big black penis!  All Pam could do was scream thank god that was enough as the man didn’t so much flee as disappear.  But Pam’s last look at him and the thing she’d always remember was his evil grin.

That was why Judy laid on her bed with her only friend, the latest mystery thriller book.  It was the only place Judy could go without mom or dad being right with her.  She hoped that now since they had moved to and easy going peaceful place maybe her parents might let her have a friend.

Judy was totally unaware that she was being watched.  Mr. Marx having been employed by Smithson, and so getting a big discount, had put the most elaborate security on the house where his family, and now the Molnars resided.  Although cameras watched her every move in the house there was another pair of real eyes watching her.  These eyes were unaided by cameras and relied on binoculars.

Gus Gulley was another neighbor of the Molnars.  He had been a police officer when he worked but was forced into early retirement.  Most people didn’t know the reason Gus retired.  Gus had been married and had had a daughter.  As she grew and developed Gus took, what some might say was an unhealthy interest in her.  Most days Gus’ patrol car would be cruising the area of the high school when it let out.  Gus also patrolled lover’s lane.  Trying to catch young girls in various stages of undress having sex.  His wife had had enough and left Gus taking there daughter with her.  Gus in a private interview was given 2 choices.  He could spend time in therapy (as he was suspected of molesting a girl) or he could accept early retirement.  Gus took retirement.  He then moved to Worth where he was unknown and there were no rumors about him.  He explained his retirement was do to a run in with prep.  The people of Worth felt safer with Gus around and had welcomed him with open arms.  Gus spent his time building his collection of porn always seeking pictures and stories of young “cumsluts”.  This night with no curtains up he had his binoculars trained on Judy’s window and were snapping a few digital photos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doc thought about his own secret.  In the small town of Worth he was most likely the first or second most respected man.  But he had a secret dark side too.  The truth of that matter was John “Doc” Demmer loved women.  And even though he had a beautiful wife and family Doc couldn’t help himself when he saw another woman he had to look.  Whenever the urge overtook him in a public setting John always was discreet with his memory he could take in everything vital about the feminine form at just a glance, and then he was able to study the image his mind created for him.  No one would suspect he was studying the curve of a women’s breast or her deep cleavage in his mind.  But it was often true John Demmer had a tit fetish.  Whenever he saw a woman his eyes were drawn as if by magnetic force to that woman’s breasts.  It didn’t matter if the woman was 10 or 90 he had to look.  Only his superior intellect and charm kept him from being caught.

John Demmer was, since about age 13, searching for the most perfect set of breasts in the world.  At 13 he thought those perfect breasts belonged to his sister’s best friend.  Every time she came over he was secretly watch her dreaming of seeing her large breasts naked.  He finally achieved his goal when his sister’s friend had spent the night.  All it cost him was a couple leg cramps (and a mess to clean).  He had spent 3 hours hiding in the bathroom cramped bathroom linen closet.  Since then he had found several sets of boobs which he thought were perfect all the way through college and medical school.  When ever he saw a perfect pair he made it his quest to see them bare.  He rarely failed his quest.  As first a good looking boy then going on to become a doctor he seemed to have few problems separating a female from her blouse and bra.

A couple years out of medical school and trying to establish his own practice he met Kathy Moore.  The meeting was purely accidental.  Kathy had left her small home town and went to the big city dreaming of the excitement and adventure (and romance?) that would be hers in a major metropolitan area.  Instead she found herself being an overworked underpaid waitress.  She had a crappy little studio apartment that she could barely pay the rent on.  She was either at work or at home almost all the time.  She was working a double shift one night; she needed the money as her rent was already late, when John Demmer’s car had broken down near the restaurant.  He had come in only to use the phone and call for service when, he quite literally bumped into Kathy.  John had not expected to feel, what he thought, were a perfect set of boobs.  He had gotten directions to the phone and had turned and taken a single step when he collide with Kathy.  She had been carrying a large tray of food raised up high to squeeze through between the closely packed tables.  John had been pointing to where another waitress had said the phones were when his hand met Kathy’s breast.  Shocked Kathy dropped the tray food went everywhere.  Kathy’s boss was horrified and even though John offered to pay for all the ruined food Kathy’s boss fired her on the spot.  Less than 6 months later Kathy Moore became Kathy Demmer and they had moved back to Worth.

But just because John married Kathy didn’t mean he gave up looking at breasts.  It only meant now he needed to exercise caution.  As now as he watched the Molnar family, unobserved, he was able to take a closer look.  Judy’s breasts were hidden by her shapeless sack dress once again but Pam’s clothes showed that mom had a very nice set too.  Pam might be older and a few pounds more than her ideal weight still it was obvious where Judy’s curves had come from.  Doc started imagining what both mother and daughter might look like naked.  Just the thought put a contented smile on John’s face.

John had always loved to talk about women’s breasts.  In college he and some dorm buddies had actually made a chart ranking each girl they met.  If you didn’t know a women’s name you had to learn it to put her on the chart.  The chart ranked the women not by a number (like a 1-10 scale) or stars but by bra cups.  The ultimate was 5 full bra cups.  Very few women had ever rated a 5.  Judy was a distinct possibility to top the scale and even a little heavy Kathy could be a 4 cupper.  John no longer kept a chart but one of his dorm buddies lived in Worth.  He was the only person in Worth that John could share secrets with.

Norm Johnston was that man.  He had settled down from his wild college days.  His secret was that he wished he could be more like Doc.  He knew about Doc’s affairs and his still never ending quest to find the perfect boobs.  After graduating college with a CPA degree he found that girls where not as attracted to accountants as to young doctors.  He sometimes wished he had gone to medical school but Norm couldn’t stand the sight of blood.  Norm had moved back to Worth right after college and is a successful accountant handling several large farm accounts.

Norm married hometown girl Sally Parker.  The Johnston’s was not a perfect marriage as Norm preferred more full breasted women and in the breast department Sally was lacking.  Norm married her because after getting drunk and having sex with her (he had failed with his date) Sally had announced she was Norm’s girlfriend.  Not wanting to stir up trouble, Sally’s dad was an early client, Norm didn’t correct her.  When Norm finally built up his courage, and his client list, he told Sally that he thought they should see other people.  Then Sally dropped a bombshell that she had missed her period.  She was pregnant with Norm’s child.  Norm’s choices were limited he could either marry Sally before she showed signs of pregnancy or risk a scandal that might ruin him both personally and professionally.  Norm opted for the altar.  And Sally Parker became Sally Johnston.  A month after there wedding Sally came home from the doctor smiling and happy saying that it had been a false pregnancy.  By then it was too late for Norm.  Divorcing the daughter of one of his best clients was never an option.  Sally did prove fertile.  She bore Norm 4 children over time.  The eldest David, named after Sally’s dad, was a bit slow in school and rarely was seen with other boys.  Then came Billy and Bobby, they are identical twins.  Both boys seemed to have been born with an overabundance of energy.  They seemed to be always on the go and since they are identical twins they seem to be everywhere at once.  Then finally there is Amy.  Amy was a complete surprise.  Doctors had informed Sally that after the birth of the twins that she would be unable to have any more children.  Amy was a gift from god.  The daughter Sally had always hoped for.

John Demmer was pulled back was his reverie when he realized Rich and Pam Molnar were approaching.  They had noticed him out at his car and feared their dinner invitation was about to be canceled.  Maybe Doc had an emergency.  Pam was especially worried as if dinner was cancelled she knew Rich would expect her to whip up a roast for Sunday dinner.  This would involve hours of work for Pam.  She had so looked forward to a nice relaxing day of letting someone else do the work.  Pastor, without hesitation but with a look of concern asked the big question.  “John is everything okay?  Are we still on for dinner?”  John was smiling as he replied, “Oh yeah everything’s great just that meeting your family at church several members of the congregation expressed an interest in wanting to know all about you and your family.  So Dinner has been changed to Wolf Woods and has become a barbecue.  But don’t worry I can do magic with a grill and I’ve got a mess of thick juicy steaks for us.”  Pam was elated.  Dinner at the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ would have been fun but she’d be expected to offer to help Kathy in the hot kitchen.  But a barbecue meant the men did all the cooking she could just relax.  Plus with more people she’d be at the center of attention.  John suggested that Pastors family change and then Rich could drive his car and follow the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ out to the woods.

Back at there house Pastor informed the kids of the change in plans and that they should change into light clothes they could play in.  Jimmy was excited.  Judy was a bit nervous after what had happened in church.  Pastor changed into a short sleeve shirt and slacks but kept his collar on figuring he would be more Pastor than Rich today.  Kathy chose a light print blouse (you could almost make out her bra through her blouse) and shorts.  Judy chose her thickest t shirt; under this she wore a full bra, and shorts that were almost knee length.  Jimmy picked a tank top and cutoffs.  As Jimmy changed he noticed a flashing light on his computer indicating he had mail.  He quickly logged on to see what the message was.  It was from Gandalf telling him he did an inspired job at the church and that if he continued to show initiative Jimmy would rise in through the ranks of Gandalf’s legion.  And wouldn’t it be funny after what happened in church if Jimmy could sprinkle some of that joke itching powder he got in Judy’s bra that way if Judy perspired her boobs would itch.  Imagine how everyone would laugh at that sight!  Smiling Jimmy logged off thinking of being near the head of a great legion in an upcoming magical war.  He vowed that he’d follow Gandalf’s orders, he was now sure Gandalf was not Dan or Doug   He took the itching powder statement as an order and since Judy was still in the bathroom he could slip into her room unnoticed.  Jimmy had no way of being sure which bra Judy would wear so he sprinkled a small amount of the powder in each.  He moved quickly before Judy got out of the bathroom and changed.  Pastor started calling for the kids and with Judy being last, as usual, they came down changed and hurried to the car.

The woods proved to be the perfect place.  Abundant room for the gathering along with many activities for people young and old a like.  There was a volleyball net up, and horseshoe pit and a playground among other things.  Along with plenty of wooded area if someone sought solitude.

Judy upon seeing the number of vehicles parked at the entrance to Wolf Woods groaned almost silently.  Pastor, again demonstrating that he was right for his calling, intuitively knew what was wrong.  Pulling into a parking space he told Judy she had nothing to worry about.  That a lot of the cars were families, probably having picnics of there own.  He indicated the woods telling her she had nothing to worry about cause if the crowds proved too much she could always go off and be by herself and still be within easy ear shot if he called.  Judy felt a little calmer she wanted to be a brave little solider for dad.  “But why are my breasts starting to itch?” she wondered to herself.

Back in Chicago Judy was considered a fine baby sitter.  Younger children were easier for her to relate too.  They mostly wanted stuff because they needed it, like a diaper change or to eat or have a mess cleaned up.  But at some magical point, she wasn’t exactly sure when, people started wanting stuff they didn’t need.  As her body had changed and developed she came to understand this all to well.  That man when Judy was 6 had changed her childhood.  But it had been her mothers fault too.  Pam wanted to keep Judy in a plastic bubble so nothing bad could ever touch her.  But the bubble kept the good away too.  Sandy had never had friends.  Never been on a date.  There were a whole lot of never's in Judy’s life.  About the only place her mom had taken Judy was to the nursing home Pam volunteered at 3 times a week.  Judy was happy there.  Whenever she was there she worked hard and was quite pleasant no matter what was asked of her.  Judy reflected while there on something her mother had told her.  That as people got older they become children again.  And yes Judy understood that.  They needed help eating and walking, they needed help into the bathroom (some even wore diapers).  Judy thought of helping at the nursing home as if it was baby sitting, and she liked baby sitting.

Jimmy wasn’t the only one who received email after church.  David Johnston had also made a new contact in April.  David’s new friend signed his emails “Cyber Punk”.  His emails had mainly been about rebellion.  Cyber Punk had parents just like David’s.  They didn’t trust him with the simplest responsibilities with out following behind and checking up on him.  David was really insulted the few times his parents had asked Sandy to baby sit him and his siblings.  Sandy wasn’t even a year older plus she was a bitch after Mr. and Mrs. Johnston went out.  Sandy would think nothing of getting on the phone and staying on for hours.  Sandy experimented on Mr. Johnston’s computer.  That was the one thing David didn’t mind.  She’d go to sex chat rooms that David had no idea even existed.  David learned about them by spying on Sandy.  One time he even saw Sandy take her top off and sit there in just her bra.  He had jerked off that night to the image of Sandy’s, admittedly small, breasts in her lacey bra.  In April David finally convinced his parents that he needed a computer of his own, and because Mr. Johnston was tired of his computer being in use when he needed it, David got his own computer for his room.  David had agreed his brothers could use it to but everyone understood it was David’s computer.

Cyber Punk was good at hooking David up with porno sights.  And like Cyber Punk, David’s taste in pictures was large breasted young girls, preferable wearing a few loads of cum.  Since connecting with Cyber Punk David averaged masturbating 3 to 4 times every day.  Cyber Punk also provided David with several story sites.  But David, not being much of a reader, only really liked stories of control.  Ropes and chains were cool, and even sort of medieval, but David’s favorite type of control was mind control.  Cyber Punk thought that was so cool and that he loved those stories to that’s why he sent so many of those sites.  Had David been smarted he might have seen how Cyber Punk was leading him to be just the way he wanted.

On this particular Sunday Cyber Punk’s email to David was slightly different.  It asked “Did you (David) enjoy the show at church.  Do you think Judy was hot?  Did you see how big Judy’s boobs were?  Bet you wouldn’t mind Judy being your baby sitter.  Bet you can’t wait to get to the woods and check out what Judy’s wearing.  Want to have some fun?  Maybe get a better look at Judy’s boobs.  Have your brothers think they started a water balloon fight.  Then watch for your chance and drench Judy’s chest.  You’ll get such a cool view.  To bad she’ll be wearing a bra or it would even be cooler!

As the big picnic/barbecue began Pastor was most pleased by the large turnout.  It seemed even the people not affiliated with the church had decided to come out to meet him and his family.

The crowd of strange faces greatly increased Judy’s nervousness.  Everyone was shaking her hand saying how happy they were to welcome her.  Was it her imagination or did most of the guys, young or old, sneak a peek at her chest.  Her over sized t shirt hid her curves, of that she was certain, and she had picked her thickest bra so her breasts were well hidden, but they still peeked.  And why were her boobs itching more!  She knew she was in the woods but ants couldn’t have gotten in her bra, could they?  Judy felt close to panic and tried to catch her parent’s eye to let them know she needed to be alone but they were enjoying the spotlight.  Finally Judy couldn’t take it any longer and mumbled something that could have been “bathroom” and hurried to the Port o Potty.

Once in the cramped stall she felt blessed relief at being alone.  But her boobs still itched.  But her boobs were the only thing that itched so how could ants have gotten in her bra?  She decided to investigate.  She pulled off her t shirt, then unhooked her bra and removed it as well.  She looked inside the cups of her bra.  There seemed to be tiny brown spots on the white inner lining.  Could this be what was making her itch?  Where had they come from?  Had mom done laundry?  Maybe there was something in the water or the washer.  With her bra off Judy decided it was a perfect time to see if she could rub away the itchiness she still felt.  She had just started when a banging started on the door.  Judy jumped before she realized it was just someone knocking to see if the bathroom was open.  She knew she needed to get dressed so others could use the bathroom.  She looked down for her bra, but it was gone!  Her head swiveled searching the cramped little portable bathroom but didn’t see it.  Then it hit her, the only place it could be.  When she had jumped her bra had slipped between her legs and dropped down the partial full hole.  It was gone.

Judy groaned she supposed she could reach into the hole and retrieve her bra but it would be in no shape to wear as any number of people had already relieved themselves in the bathroom.  Judy pulled on her t shirt hoping, but not being able to check as there was no mirror, that it covered her adequately.  Upon leaving the bathroom Judy was met by the man who had knocked.  He smiled at her but when his eyes met her chest his smile changed to grin.  Judy knew right then that she needed to get away be by herself.  The t shirt was not thick enough to hide the fact Judy was braless under it.

Judy looked to wear her parents were she had noticed a couple trails leading back into the woods behind them.  She discarded the idea of escaping that way as she would have to go right through the largest part of the crowd.  Looking the other way was a fairly large open are where a few people were swatting a volley ball around.  And in the distance she saw kids running around playing.  She’d still have to pass people but there would be less people this way and maybe the kids wouldn’t even notice her.  Her mind made up she started that way.

She had seen the openings for a couple trails they were just past where the kids were playing.  Keeping her head down, she didn’t want to appear rude; she hoped to not interact with anyone.  She wondered what she would say to her parents about what had happened and why she had taken off.   She wasn’t watching where she was going but knew by the squeals of young laughter she was close to where the kids had been playing she looked up to see where the trails opened from.  The sun was beating down and she raised her hand to shield her brow as she saw a sign.  Just then a boy ran past.  He was being chased.  The boy doing the chasing had something in his hand.  He threw it at the boy just as the boy darted past Judy.  Judy had no time to react.  A water balloon burst fully on her now braless chest.  The t shirt stuck to Judy like a second skin.  To anyone with eyes Judy’s boobs were visible through the soaked t shirt.  A boy he seemed bigger than the others stood rooted to the spot staring open mouthed.  Judy was frozen, not from the water that was very cold, but in shock.  Seconds pasted before Judy yelped, crossed her arms over her chest, and bolted into the woods.  She neither knew nor cared where she was going.

David was standing on the path that led into the woods.  His eyes bulged.  His mouth dropped open.  And hardness formed at his crotch.  All this happened in the few seconds Judy stood frozen arms spread wide.  When Judy bolted forward she soon realized that running with only one arm covering her boobs proved best, it allowed her better balance and speed.  The path entering the woods was narrow with shrubbery at its beginning.  David was standing in the middle of the narrow path.  As Judy brushed by David, her free arm inadvertently brushed the boy’s crotch.  Judy never even realized it had happened.  To David it was another story.  David had never had anyone touch him there; he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips.  Already Judy was to far away to hear it.  David grabbed his own crotch and not caring if he was observed or not whipped down his shorts.  He grabbed his cock; it only took 3 strokes before his warm white gooey fluid was painting the leaves of the bush next to him.  David’s orgasm seemed to last forever as his testicles continued to pulse with huge spurts of cum.

David didn’t know it but he was observed.  He had been having a water balloon fight with his twin brothers, Billy and Bobby, they had run on ahead but at Judy’s loud yelp they turned back.  They turned just in time to see the new girl put her arm over her chest and run, brushing past David, into the woods.  Then something totally unexpected happened.  Their big brother David, whom they thought was totally cool, dropped his shorts right out in the open.  The boys thought David had to pee.  Stuff shot out of his dick but it sure didn’t look like urine and it came in spurts.  Was David rubbing his dick as the stuff came out?  The boys weren’t sure what was going on but there own hands had gone to there respective crotches and rubbed some imitating David only with their pants up.

With so many voices able to be heard from where the 3 boys were it is impossible to say how many other sets of eyes witnessed what David had done but one set was a certainty.  Sandy had kept a close eye on Judy.  She was searching the new girl for strengths and weaknesses.  Sandy saw that Judy could be disturbed by large crowds; Sandy had watched Judy hurry off to the bathroom.  Sandy watch from a small distance away as Judy left the port o potty.  She blinked a couple times making sure she was seeing right but yes Judy’s boobs were definitely bouncing more after she left the bathroom then before she went in.  Sandy discreetly followed Judy wondering what more she might see.  She saw David chasing his brothers.  Those clowns were behaving like little kids having a water balloon fight.  The twins were running apparently out of ammo.  David was holding a huge water balloon but it was fairly obvious he wouldn’t catch his brothers.  That was when Judy crossed the boy’s path.  Judy getting soaked and David’s reaction proved too much for Sandy she collapsed behind a tree laughing.  Sandy knew she’d want to share this with “Friend” as soon as she got home.  If she could ever stop laughing that is she thought?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was doing homework at my desk which faced out the window. She was reading on her bed. I tried to not stare at her, but seeing her in her pj's with wet hair and no make-up, there was a raw beauty and sexuality that was driving me crazy. I started to picture her rubbing her nipples through her bed clothes. I thought about her taking off her clothes seductively and walking, no almost prancing around in her panties with her large breasts heaving in the air. I thought about her rubbing her pussy through her pantied leaving a nice darkened wet spot with her cum. I just kept thinking about it, going more and more into my own little world until I saw her moving. At first it scared me because I had been staring out the window at her and the last thing I needed was Lora thinking I was a perv, or knowing I was one, truthfully.

But then I looked again, and I couldn't believe it. She was rubbing her tits right there in front of me! I couldn't believe my luck. Here I had never seen her so much as change her shirt and now she was rubbing herself. I just sat and watched as she tenderly played with each nipple, a little pinch here, a little twist there. But as I was watching, she stopped. She went back to her reading for a little bit, turned off her light and went to sleep. I on the other hand jerk my cock so much that night, it was red the next day. Some of you guys know what I'm talking about.

Well the next night, I made sure to be in my room in case of a repeat performance. She, again after a shower to clean up from pom practice, looked positively gorgeous to me and while waiting for something to happen, I started day dreaming again. Much along the same lines as the last night but with the nude prancing playing a more prominent role. I was startled back to reality when she got up from her bed. I thought for sure I had been caught, but she paid little to no attention to me (no surprise), walked to the middle of her room, dropped her shorts, revealing an amazing navy blue thong that wasn't a slutty g-string but framed her ass quite well, and took off her shirt letting loose those wonderful C cup tits I had beat off to so many times. After standing there unsure for a second, she began to parade around the room in a way that made me think there should be a pole in there. But as I was watching the best show of my life, I began to think: last night I pictured her playing with her tits and she did, tonight I pictured her walking around the room naked and she did. Could it be? A smile flashed across my face.

I concetrated as much as I could with the display going on in front of me, and pictured her licking her fingers and rubbing her little bud nipples. It worked! Her nipples now wet and erect, I pictured her reaching down and placing her hands on her cunt underneath her panties. I wanted to wait to reveal that precious pussy for a minute. Seemingly sensing my intentions, she reached down, put her hands on her pussy and began to rub the outside. After bringing her up to the point of orgasm and backing her off a few times, I decided it was time to see that sweet cock-holder (I know it's a lame name, but I was a dork remember?). I commanded her mind to get back on the bed and remover her thong slowly. I was about to bust a nut, but she subconciously teased me, taking her sweet time. When I finally saw it, I almost passed out. To my knowledge, she had never had sex before, but she had a shaved beaver, which to my limited knowledge at the time, meant that preferred it that way.

What followed is pretty much a blur to me. I know I had her finger herself to a positively explosive climax. I know I had her lick all of her fingers clean. But the rest really is hazy in my memory. All I know is, standing 5 feet inside my room, I shot cum out my open window watching it.

Taking it up a notch

The next day, I determined I was going to talk to Lora about the previous night. I was scared shitless, but I decided to do it. We often drove to and from school together to save money on gas. I chickened out in the morning, but resolved to do it on the way home. It was the longest day of school in my life. But 2:30 finally came and we met at her car to go home. While she was driving, I commanded her to not be insulted or angry when I asked her about it. She would be embarrassed, sure, but she would not get angry at me for simply walking into my room and seeing her pleasuring herself.

"Lora?" "Yeah?"

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but last night, I walked into my room to do some homework and I saw you.....uh.....dancing in your room."

Her face went immediately blood red. "I wasn't in my room last night," she said, feebly trying to deny what she knew I saw. "I fell asleep on the couch."

"Lora, I know it was you. Our rooms are like 15 feet apart."

"Ok, fine. It was me. But Russell, I never do that. I don't know what came over me. Please tell me you were a gentleman and turned away." There was desperation in her voice.

"Yeah, of course," I said, lying to try to keep from hurting her. "Actually, no. I didn't. I saw everything."

"Russell!" she whimpered, almost crying. "How could you stand there and watch me? I don't even want to know what else you were doing!"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. It's just that you're so beautiful and..." at this point I started commanding her mind, "I've always had this crush on you. So when I saw what you were doing, I couldn't resist."

I had been telling her mind to soften towards me and find me more and more attractive. "I just saw you and couldn't help picturing myself there with you." I thought I saw something change in her eyes, so I played my boldest move yet: I leaned forward and kissed her, clumsily shoving my tongue in her mouth. And I reached up and took hold of those amazing breasts I had wanted for so many years. She didn't pull away, instead reaching down and grabbling my crotch! I was in heaven. Needless to say, that was the first of many times that Lora and I fucked our brains out, but they're private, only to be shared between the 2 of us, at least for the time being.

TO BE CONTINUED....

  Sandy’s parents were one of the reasons she got away with most everything she did. In rural Iowa there is no more important job than Town Mayor, unless you’re the only Town Doctor. John Demmer was both the only doctor for miles and the town mayor. He was probably the most respected man in Worth Iowa. Although he wasn’t rich by city doctor standards he was one of the most well off men in the area. John Demmer’s wife a former high school prom queen her name is Kathy. She is a regular church volunteer and although no one would say it to her face, she is also the town’s biggest gossip. Along with Sandy the Demmers' have 2 boys, Dan (15) and Doug (12). Both boys’ biggest achievements were hitting the highest levels on the latest Play station video games.

  So as Sandy watched the moving van dwindle in the distance she already knew the house next door would not be empty for long. The Church Pastor had announced his retirement. The house would be filled by the new pastor and his family and she already knew the exact makeup of that family; The pastor Rich Molnar, his wife Pam Molnar, their daughter Judy (she is the same age as Sandy 14), and a son Jimmy (12). The pastor, a missionary of 15 years, met Pam Cermak on the last year as a missionary.  She would become his wife. Then Pastor Rich was assigned to a parish in Chicago. He hated it there. He was used to seclusion and the hustle and bustle of the major metropolitan area unnerved him. He petitioned often to be reassigned to a rural parish especially after the births of his kids. For a 50th birthday present his request was granted, reassignment to Worth Iowa.

  Now Worth Iowa, if you took an aerial portrait, in 1950 and today would look much the same then as now. A peaceful area where most everyone knows everyone, Worth and the neighboring town had a relaxed way of life. Doors were rarely locked keys left in cars an easy going area. At least it used to before the crime wave. Crime has recently raised its ugly head in this idyllic area. Stores and homes had been broken into. Nothing much had been taken but many of the residents felt “violated”. A security company had opened a branch office just outside Worth. Smithson Security offered high quality surveillance, alarms, and remote control locks at affordable prices. In most cases no money down was permitted. Soon residents of Worth and the neighboring towns were forcing Smithson Security to hire more men to just try to meet the demand. The owners were extremely pleased and saw security offices popping up like McDonalds franchises in there dreams. The retiring pastor even established security in the church after a break in where chairs were knocked around.

  Three days after Sandy had watched the moving van pull away it was back. Sandy wanted to be the first to see the new neighbors and sort of evaluate them. Sandy had hurried to the window to watch (she had no intention of doing any lifting or carrying). The rest of the Demmer’s had gone out to meet the new neighbors and offer a hand.

  Sandy who considered she to be the hottest girl in town wanted to check out her new competition in Judy. If Judy turned out to be hot Sandy had 2 different plans in mind. The first was to make her an ally they were going to a bigger school this year and she might need the help. The second was to make Judy’s life a living hell. Of course if Judy was an ugly duckling the second option would be the only available option.

  Sandy first saw Judy mainly standing around. Sandy wondered what was wrong with the girl, its August and Judy is standing around in a big baggy sweat shirt. Heck it’s like 100 degrees out. Sandy watched as her 2 brothers talked to the new boy. They seemed to have hit it off like they were old friends. Well, she guessed the boy is kind of cute; he might be fun to tease. His sister had a cute face but god with that sweat shirt she must be hiding the fact that she’s fat. But then Sandy saw the boy, Jimmy Molnar she thought that was his name, he picked up a box that didn’t appear too heavy. He picked it up with ease but he was pretended it weighed a ton. He stumbled a few steps and it looked like he was going in Judy’s direction. It seemed he would fall but the box was kind of small. What the fucks going on Sandy wondered. At the last second Jimmy thrust the box out as he fell. He had forced Judy to take the box as he fell and Judy thinking it was really heavy braced herself as she wrapped her arms around the box. When she did it caused her sweatshirt to pull tight on her. And oh my god! Sandy thought Judy wasn’t hiding the fact she was fat she was hiding the fact she had huge boobs! This has amazing possibilities Sandy thought to herself.

  Sandy’s brothers stared their eyes bulging. Jimmy looked at Dan and Doug and mouthed see I told you. Dan turned away quickly he was trying to hide the fact he was adjusting himself in his pants.

  Sandy stood at the window watching. She hardly moved more than to slip back a little so it wasn’t too obvious she was watching. Sandy new the house the Molnar’s were moving into as her former best friend Mandy had lived there and Sandy had spent considerable time there. From the window she was watching from, and aided by the fact that there was no curtains yet anywhere in the house she could see into almost every room in the house.

  Sandy watched her dad and brothers as they helped the Molnars unload the truck. Sandy wanted information. “Information is power” that line had come in an email she received today. The email was from someone signing a friend. She wasn’t sure who was sending the emails but she saw they came from the school on the local server. She had been getting mail from “Friend” for months now. This memory had been triggered when she watched Pastor Molnar carry a computer into the house. She took note that he put it in a small room that was no where near the bedrooms.

  “Friend” had told Sandy that she needed a friend and that this mysterious e-mailer would be hers. At the time she thought that that was ridiculous as of course back then she had Mandy. But she had learned that real people could not only be friends but could be so much more, they could be foils and dupes. Sandy needed people who could take the fall if she ever went too far and got in serious trouble. She had thought that her inner circle, which was her and Mandy along with 2 older high school boys Mike and Paul covered her but since Mandy had been burned she new she needed a replacement. Who could be a better replacement than Judy? Her dad being Pastor would make everyone instantly believe and trust her. She could be a strong ally but of course she would have to remain a tool to Sandy.

  Standing at the window Sandy let her mind wander as to just how Mandy had gotten burned. She remembered how it had started clear as if it had been yesterday and not almost 4 months earlier. It was the first day of May and a Friday. Iowa had suffered through a very cold and rainy April but with the changing of the calendar it seemed Mother Nature had decided to smile again.

  The day was crystal blue and warm in other words a perfect day. Sandy heard her dad leave, as the area doctor he left very early each morning. She had been waiting for her dad to go because she wanted to dress sexy for the great weather and she knew that only his objection would stop her. Sandy for the most part could easily control her mom and brothers. Hearing her dad go, Sandy got dressed selecting her tightest jeans to compliment her bright pink halter top. Looking in the mirror she was pleased to see the bumps her only semi hard nipples made in the top. She giggled and said “the boys will be drooling and staring”. Then Sandy went down for breakfast. Her brothers were there and it pleased Sandy that she got the reaction she expected. They were only her brothers but she liked to test outfits on them to see their reaction. Kathy Demmer, Sandy’s mom’s reaction was also what she expected. Her mom said “um... a... Sandy, do you think that maybe you might want to wear something else today?” Sandy just told her it was the latest style and that all the kids were dressing this way. Sandy of course got her way.

  Sandy arrived at school like a queen as everyone stopped and stared. Mandy, a pretty girl in her own right said she couldn’t believe what Sandy was wearing. Mandy told her that Sandy was going to have every boy in school with an erection. Both girls giggled about that but both new it was close to being true. The thing that changed this day from a fun teasing day was Mr. Dean.

  Mr. Dean had warned Sandy before about paying attention in class and studying as she was close to failing. Sandy knowing that the final exam would make up most of her grade didn’t really listen to the warnings. She would just bat her eyelashes and promise to buckle down. On this day Mr. Dean made the class groan as he announced a pop quiz. He said it was a last chance for people needing to improve their grades before the final. Mr. Dean stared right at Sandy while saying this. Sandy’s mind had jumped a month ahead and was already on summer vacation as her day dreamed about making more than her classmates hard. She took the test, but if she was asked later she wouldn’t remember a single question from it.

  Class ended and Sandy turned in her test. Mr. Dean asked her to stay behind while he quickly graded her test. He shook his head while grading her test. He said “I thought you had buckled down as your homework has been much improved but I’m afraid this test will assure you of a place in summer school and that even a perfect score on the final won’t save you”. Sandy was horrified. She knew that having had Mandy doing her homework might not have been her best idea but it had gotten old man Dean off her back, but summer school no this can’t be! “I won’t let it be!” she screamed in her own head. Sandy slipped her hand up like she had an itch on her neck. She went around the desk standing very close to Mr. Dean. Leaning close she asked him “isn’t there anything I can do to pass”. She had moved even closer to Mr. Dean. As he turned to tell her she had been warned his arm brushed against her halter top. Sandy had not been scratching an itch when she had rubbed her neck but instead had been loosening her top. Mr. Dean’s light brush was all it took for Sandy’s top to fall completely away. He was shocked. Sandy acted horrified, but made no immediate attempt to cover up. She called Mr. Dean an old pervert; she said that she knew from all his looks that he wanted her boobs. Sandy looked at him with her tits still exposed she said that she was going to tell her dad and that he would be out of a job. Mr. Dean sputtered and wasn’t sure what had happened but he wanted to make it clear he wasn’t a pervert. He told Sandy he'd give her a pass if she never came near him again. Sandy left the room with a self satisfied smirk on her face after fixing her halter.

  Later when Sandy was with her friends (Mandy, Mike and Paul), she told them the whole story; about how she didn’t need to study for the final now. Paul said he wished he had a beer to toast Sandy’s victory over Mr. Dean. Mike chimed in saying “this calls for more than a single beer this calls for a party!” Paul laughing says “Mike to you everything is a reason to party.” Mandy looked at Paul she had a secret crush on him. She didn’t want the others to know because Sandy liked being in charge and Mandy was a bit of a mouse.

  Later that night the friends met up again in the park. No one quite knew how but it seemed Mike had a source that he could tap into to get alcohol. Most nights it was just a few beers but tonight was a celebration and he’d brought a large bottle of Jack Daniels. Everyone had a beer and Sandy repeated the story now under a canopy of twinkling stars. Sandy and Mike were close together laughing and doing some cuddling. Paul and Mandy stayed separate not wanting to cause trouble in the group. (Whenever Mike wasn’t around Sandy cuddled with Paul) Mike had passed around the Jack Daniels whiskey. He had taken a drink and Paul wanting to be like Mike imitated him by taking a big drink. For the girls it was different. Sandy looked like she took a big drink in the dark but had covered the bottle with her tongue so almost nothing left the bottle. Mandy trying to be like Sandy took a drink but immediately started coughing. The boys laughed. Sandy told Mandy she needed to just get more used to the taste and to take another drink. Mandy did as instructed and took a second drink. Sandy was aware of Mike’s wandering hands and knew she had best remain sober.

  As the night grew later Mike’s hands became more insistent. He already had Sandy’s halter loose enough that he could paw her bare boobs. Sandy knew trying to control anyone after they had been drinking was a dangerous possibility. Each time the whiskey had made its rounds Sandy only had a few drops but always pretended to have drunk as much as Mike and Paul to make Mandy feel obligated to keep up. Soon both Mandy and Paul were quite drunk and not sure what was going on. Mike was drunk too but he knew what he wanted to go on. He was now drunkenly tugging at Sandy’s clothes. Paul had passed out. Mandy was sort of in and out (her drinks had been much smaller). Sandy was not totally sober but she was sober enough to control the situation.

  Sandy reached down and rubbed Mike’s crotch. He was already hard. Sandy had in the past given him hand jobs to control him. This time a simple had job to a drunken Mike would never be enough as he was tugging at her pants already having gotten her top off. Sandy changed positions forcing Mike to move with her. She took out his cock. His monster he called it Sandy giggled at that as it wasn’t really a monster. Sandy had moved so she was right next to Mandy. Mandy was dressed more comfortably in a t shirt and loose gym shorts. Sandy stroked Mike’s cock till he mumbled drunkenly “all the way tonight baby”. Mike never saw Sandy slip down Mandy’s gym shorts and panties. She continued to stroke him moving him closer to Mandy’s unprotected vagina. Holding Mike’s cock at the entrance to her friend’s vagina she moaned now baby now fuck me hard. Mike rammed his cock home not even realizing that the pussy he was fucking was not Sandy’s. Sandy rubbed his balls and after a few moments Mike had the biggest orgasm he would have in his entire life. Mandy had come around for some of it and had moaned “oh Paul” before passing back out; after he came Sandy told, the now on the verge of sleeping, Mike that they needed to go home. She adjusted Mandy’s shorts back up covering her then left with Mike, leaving Paul and Mandy passed out with the bottle of whiskey by them. Later in the night Paul would wake up and go off looking for Mike. Mandy would be found the next morning sleeping alone in the park.

  Mandy would receive 2 weeks grounding for her escapade (but the actual results of that night would be far worse for her). A couple months later feeling ill Mandy would find out from Dr. Demmer that she was pregnant, No one would remember that night of May 1st except Sandy. It wasn’t long till Kathy Demmer found out and the inevitable conclusion that she spread the news through out town that Mandy was pregnant and looking to abort the baby. In the religious town of Worth this was horrible news. And soon Mandy’s family sold there house in disgrace.

  Sandy watched as the trailer was emptied but the information she got was that the Molnar’s had cheap tacky furniture and that the dad had an older computer but the son, Jimmy, had his very own computer. She could tell Judy had very little in her room. Sandy contemplated that although there wasn’t much to go on to tell her about Judy she could still use what she learned. And hey if she couldn’t maybe “Friend” could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've just begun to study the curse, but have verified a few facts. All children born of "THE CURSED ONE" will be born sterile. My brother won the prize for his work in testicular cancer. His study wasn't altruistic. He was born with "immature testes syndrome." What that means is that his physical development was normal, but he didn't produce sperm. The sperm generator just never got started, same thing for his vas ducts, they weren't there. The vas duct might have been fixed by surgery, vasectomies are reversed routinely these days, but it wouldn't have made a difference. Like all my half sisters, I've been born with immature ovaries. We all seem to have a great love of children, and... it's very painful.

 

The exception is the cursed one. My current theory is that some enzyme is released as a cursed one dies. Somehow, that enzyme is absorbed by the child who kills him, probably through the blood. That enzyme triggers the development of the testes, and voila, a new Cursed One is created. Does it sound strange that one mutation could be transmitted through so many generations? Well, think about it, every single ancestor of every single living human lived long enough to pass along his or her genes or... you get the point.

 

There's just so much I don't yet understand about the process. Why is The Cursed One driven to mate with so many different women? Why do the women he mates with begin to hate him almost as soon as they become pregnant? Why do all his male children go into a homicidal rages in his presence?

 

I sure it is biological, but I'm also positive that it's nothing like a pheromones or some sort of mind control. The Cursed One is THE Alpha Male and people react to that. If all my siblings are literally THE one in approximately one hundred twenty-seven million, the Cursed One is so far beyond us as to be literally incalculable.

 

I know how that sounds, but let me tell you about the current Cursed One. He's too modest to tout his own achievements, but let me list a few before he became The One. He was a world class athlete. He was offered multi-million dollar professional contracts in soccer, basketball and baseball as soon as he finished high school. He was considered the top college football recruit in the country. Each year there are only three or four high school seniors who score a perfect 1600 on the SAT college entrance exams, my brother was one of them, but he did it as a junior, a year early.

 

He chose to go to the US Military Academy at West Point where he graduated first in his class. He fought in the last two wars and became the most decorated hero in US Army history, surpassing the great Audy Murphy. Yes, Col Brown is The Cursed One! At the time he resigned his commission, he was the youngest full colonel in the Army. He left to become tenured in only two years at Rice University, one of the top ten schools in the country. Oh, and by the way, he is without a doubt the best looking man anyone has ever seen. He was absolutely charming, a moral paragon, incredibly funny, and his voice would earn him a starting role in any opera company in the world. Even before he became THE Cursed One, he could have almost any woman in the world to have his children, now...

 

Col Arlan Brown:

 

Call me cursed. I would gladly trade with Ishmael on the hunt for Moby Dick. Hell, I'd trade places with Ahab. I'd even trade places with Oedipus, whose story is a lot closer to mine. I hadn't a clue who my father was. I'm almost certain my mother never knew his name. I was conceived less than five minutes after they met. No, my mother wasn't raped, nor was I the product of a commercial transaction, my mother was an intact virgin when they met. I was conceived in my mother's virgin's blood, born bloody, and became what I am because I was infected by my father's blood as he died.

 

Unlike Oedipus, I didn't marry my mother, I never got to know her. She was killed in an airliner crash before my third birthday. She was almost nineteen when she died, which makes her sound like some sort of besotted teen, but she wasn't. Even pregnant with me, she managed to graduate first in her class at a prestigious, and very expensive private school. She applied to Harvard, and was flying home from Boston, triumphant, after her interview when her plane crashed. I was raised by my grandparents. My Pops was the best dad a man ever had! I had an aunt/half sister who was a few weeks younger than me. Neither of my grandparents got a good look at my father's face. He just waltzed into their hotel suite conceived my sister/aunt, then conceived me, and left without saying goodbye. They didn't call the police. No one ever told me about that night, until after the bombing. I wish they'd explained it to me, it might have saved innocent men psychic trauma.

 

I know I sound cryptic, but that's not my intention... I guess the easiest way to explain is to tell you my story. My grandparents were wealthy even before the settlement from the airline. My grandfather, Pops, made his fortune as a land developer/home builder. I had an exceptionally good childhood and early adulthood. I joined the Army right out of high school and loved it. I had the world by the tail and I was the envy of every man, until my marriage fell apart at age thirty-five.

 

I had married a breathtakingly beautiful woman I'd met at a West Point dance my final year. It was only after our second date that I learned her brains were more impressive than her body. Although she was almost two years younger than me, she was just finishing her MBA at Harvard! She was the other half of my heart, and she loved me almost more than life. To this day, especially to this day, I can't say a single negative thing about her. Except, perhaps she should have been a shade less loyal. I wouldn't trade all DeBeers' diamonds for a single day of our marriage, but I wish she'd left me a few years sooner. She would have been happier that way.

 

Why did our marriage fail? It was my fault. No, I never cheated on her, even after the heat of the battlefield when the urge is so strong that infidelity shouldn't count. I loved her too much. She was the only woman I'd been with and I wanted it to stay that way. Our marriage failed over our children... more correctly, the lack of them.

 

After years of trying, we began to have tests. She was embarrassing fertile, she could have gotten pregnant from a men's room toilet seat. I was shooting blanks. I had more testosterone than the whole French army, navy and air force combined, but the sperm generator was "immature". My wife was loyal, she begged me to adopt, but I couldn't stand the idea of raising a child that wasn't mine. Ironic huh, but that's part of the curse too.

 

My most noble act during the noble part of my life was to divorce her while she was still young enough to have kids of her own. If, as the old country-western song goes "one takes the bow the other takes the blame," I did my best to take all the blame. I told her that I'd fallen for another woman. I offered her all my worldly goods as a settlement but she refused. She fought the divorce tooth and nail, even after I produced an exceptionally skuzzy woman I claimed was my true love. Hell, even after the divorce I couldn't even get hard for another woman, what irony.

 

Right after the divorce, I resigned my commission, I took a job as a teacher. I wanted to give back, and be around young people. If I couldn't have my own children, I wanted to leave my mark by my influence on others'. I think that's part of the curse too.

 

It was a good if quiet life. I had more money than I could spend. My grandparents had both died leaving only my "aunt" and me to split their fortune. I didn't know that aunt was my half sister at that time, although she did. She knew the whole story, because she'd gotten itfrom Pop just before he died. She said Pops was trying to shield me. That was one of Pops few errors in judgment.

 

The night it happened, I was walking home from campus, after the party to celebrate my gaining tenure. I was a little too 'happy' to drive, but my house wasn't far from the school. I was walking past the ROTC building when I sensed a man behind me. Furious, I whirled just fast enough to get knifed in the lung instead of the heart. Because of my history, I have a concealed handgun permit. Somehow, while he repeatedly stabbed me, I drew my gun, shoved it into his chest and shot him. He pulled me down with him, and I lost my gun as I hit the ground. We were both covered in blood and when his mingled with mine, my world changed. A wave of energy nauseated me, and I passed out in a pool of my own vomit.

 

I didn't see him stagger to his car, smash it into the ROTC building and explode. The explosives in the car destroyed the building, his body and made the whole thing look like the work of a suicide bomber. The "car bomb" was his contingency to cover his identity in case his attack on me failed. He didn't want the police to suspect that the man I'd killed was my father.

 

I awoke in the hospital hooked to more tubes and wires than a whole room full of computer servers. A dozen monitors beeped and chirped in a syncopated cacophony of alarm. I felt weak as a kitten and preternaturally alert. More alarms and bells blared, and staff materialized like characters beamed from a Star Trek rip off.

 

They spoke medicalese to each other, not exactly ignoring me, but too excited to pay much attention to me. I tried to force someone to talk to me, was immediately enveloped by fatigue and drifted back off to sleep.

 

When I awoke the second time, I wasn't as weak, but I was dead dog tired. Bushed! I was also hungrier than I'd been in my whole life. The alarms had been reduced by an order of magnitude, but still more than enough to summon an army of medical personnel. This time there were security types with them. They didn't look like regular police, more like FBI.

 

The medical types were even more absorbed by the -- what ever their instruments were telling them, than last time. The agents eyed me with that lean and hungry look that so bothered Caesar.

 

The one closest to my bed asked the stunningly obviuos, "Are you awake Colonel? Do you know where you are?"

 

I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, only croaking sounds came out.

 

Finally, I managed to whisper, "Food."

 

One of the younger female medical types heard me and dashed out of the room. The agent poured me a glass of water, addeda straw and held it up to my mouth. That, was when I discovered that my hands were bound to the bed by those thick leather restraints that hospitals use. Why?

 

The female appeared with a glass of one of those milk-shake diet food supplements and I chugged the whole thing through a straw.

 

Slightly stronger, I said, "Thanks, please sir, more."

 

She laughed and disappeared again.

 

The medical types went crazy pushing the agents out the door, The female appeared again, glanced at all the monitors, as she gave me my second glass. Again I downed it without a pause while she studied a monitor over my head that I couldn't see. She barked an order that sounded like a series of chemical compounds, and several of the staff left turbulence wakes as they hustled to obey.

 

The young woman, who I'd assumed, in my chauvinist way, was a nurse, turned out to be Dr. Allison Dickson, the head of the whole department. A young orderly appeared with several cans of the diet supplement and a bucket brigade formed as I chugged a dozen cans.

 

Feeling only slightly stronger, I managed, "Where am I, what happened? Why am I still starving?"

 

The last question ledto several orderlies dashing from the room. It also seemed to have exhausted me, and I drifted back to sleep.

 

When I awoke the next time, it was very slowly. I became aware that my throat had some sort of tube crammed down it. Not fully awake, I pulled the thing out. It felt like I'd pulled internal organs with it. I bellowed loud enough to temporarily drown out all the electronic chirps and beeps.

 

I expected the full contingent of medical personal to appear like the genie from the lamp. Instead, Dr. Dickson rose from a chair next to my bed.

 

She looked at my hand, shook her head in awe then asked, "Are you feeling better? Are you still hungry?"

 

I thought about it, realized that I wasn't hungry. I felt different, but not hungry. I checked my hand to see what had surprised her and discovered that it had a torn leather restraint on it.

 

Nodding at the torn restraint she said, "You've been tearing those regularly. We've been contemplating surgery to install a peg. You've gained almost sixtypounds, not that we can see where it's gone. Your body fat percentage has actually gone down. The breakthrough was when you woke up and said you were hungry. No one had noticed you were suffering from extreme malnutrition. Starving to death right before our eyes. You seemed to stabilize an hour or so ago. I think we're over the hump, but we don't have any idea what's caused this. There are some gentlemen from Homeland Security who are very anxious to talk to you, if you feel up to it."

 

Looking at the doctor, I was struck by two thoughts simultaneously, she was beautiful, and she was a younger version of my aunt. More alert, I wondered why I'd thought she wasn't in charge last time. The aura of command radiated on her like sweat on a marathoner. All of that authority was focused with laser intensity on me.

 

Responding to her unasked question, I tried to assessmy physical condition and delivered the succinct line, "I feel funny."

 

She smiled wryly and said, "I'm not surprised. Early on we thought you might have been the target of a terrorist attack and not the ROTC Building. We pumped you full of every type of antibiotic and tranquilizer we thought wouldn't kill you. Not having any idea what we're facing, we gave you everything but the kitchen sink. We'd still like to run some more tests on you. There are other physiological changes that have been going on that we can't explain. Your weight gain being the most obvious. However, the only signs of pathogens have been you lack of energy. "

 

What followed was a week of medical torture, and Homeland Security interrogation. The Homeland people at one point got rather combative. I didn't have any explanation for why a "terrorist" would attack me before blowing himself up in a building. I didn't want anyone to know that I was certain I'd killed my father. I rather thought that was a hallucination and didn't care to undergo a full psychic exam on top of having every orifice prodded and poked. They did pull out most of the tubes and wires, but the tests were never-ending.

 

My first clue tothe curse came on my last day in the hospital as I was waiting to be released. The medical people had reached a dead end and I was going stir crazy. One of the Homeland Security people became belligerent. He was insisting that I must have some idea what my attacker looked like because I had his blood on my gun. I'm not in the habit of lying, and because I was lying, I lost my own temper. When I roared back, the man acted like a defeated cur.

 

The vision scared me, and using some of my service privileges, I demanded that the army medic I summoned escort them from my room. As they left muttering, a 'pink lady'volunteer came in to help me get home. Getting home involved more than a cab ride, since I'd been flown to Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington D.C. Because of one more foolhardy acts during my Army career, I was entitled to free transportation on military aircraft, so oneof the staff had made arrangements for me to get back home that way.

 

Flying military is a hassle, and I only do it if I'm going to a base for some reason. Since money wasn't a problem, I'd asked for a hospital volunteer who might know something about booking flights to help me.

 

As she walked through the door, the curse erupted. Need drenched every cell of my body. My cock got harder than and diamond edged drill bit, and as thick as a core sample. I was dumbstruck! The woman was very attractive, but not beautiful. She was mid thirties, and looked more like one of those TV moms than a sex sensation. She was dressed modestly, her figure trim, her hair and make-up understated. She was far from the best looking or sexiest woman to enter the room that morning. Several of the nurses and younger doctors who had made a point of calling on me to say good-by, were more attractive. Several of those made sure I knew they were 'available', and left notes on how to contact them. Yet I hadn't reacted like I wanted to rape any of them.

 

The woman couldn't hide her awareness of my reaction to her. Her eyes got wide and for a second, I expected her to run screaming down the hall. Instead, she shocked me. She walked back to the door to my private room, but instead of leaving, she closed it behind her, then leaned against it to lock it, and announced, "I'd planned to stop taking the pill at the end of this cycle."

 

I swallowed hard; I was trembling more violently than during that foolhardy moment I mentioned earlier. Which was the most scared I'd been in my life up to this point. I couldn't speak. I just stared at her.

 

As the silence lengthened she said, "If you don't have to leave town today, you could come to my house tonight."

 

I blinked hard, she looked disappointed but continued, "My daughter is in a wedding tonight, but she'll be home later; you can stay for her if you'd like."

 

She paused again and then pleaded, "Please!"

 

Her eyes never left mine, but I think she saw my erection pulse. I knew she was aware of my musk when she wrinkled her nose. I've always had a strong crotch odor; I'm the guy that "personal deodorants" were designed for. Now it smelled like I hadn't changed underwear in a month.

 

I was embarrassed. I intended to apologize, instead I said, "Get me a rental car and directions to your house. I'll be there at seven." I was flabbergasted that I used my 'command voice.'

 

I hadn't meant to sound so demanding; I just knew that I had to get her out of the room, I was holding on to my control by my finger tips.

 

She gave me a lottery-winner's smile and gushed, "I'm so honored, we'll be ready for you. I'll have a rental here within an hour. I'll have a map to my homein it for you. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

 

She hadn't placed any untoward emphasis on the word "anything" to make it suggestive, but I knew her offer was all inclusive. I waved my hand in dismissal. I wasn't being rude, but the only words I thought I could form were along the lines of, "Turn around, drop your panties and bend over!"

 

When she left, closing the door behind her, I felt my blood pressure drop to normal levels. What didn't drop was my erection, or my awareness of that woman. I pictured her hurrying down the hall, rushing to get me a rental car, using her cell phone to call someone to help her. I hadn't been the only one in that room who needed a personal deodorant. What I didn't know was the curse was the cause.

 

Less than a half hour later a male orderly arrived to help me checkout. It was as smooth as the Army could make it. The Army takes care of its own, and I would always be welcome. I didn't see the woman, but a top of the line luxury car was waiting for me as I was wheeled to the hospital exit. The keys were in the ignition and a rental agreement was on the front seat. One of those computer maps was evident, and the GPS system had her address programmed into it. I checked the rental agreement, it was in her name. Mary! I was listed as a driver, operating under my insurance and license. I have no idea how she got that information, I assume the hospital had it, or perhaps she had access to my wallet.

 

As I started the car, I checked the clock. I had five hours to kill before I was due at her house. I thought about going straight over there, but I was sure she wouldn't be home. I don't mean to imply that I had some sort of ESP connection with her, I didn't. I had just had strongest feeling that she wanted me as much as I wanted her and that the time she'd given me was the earliest she could make herself available. It was all non-verbal, but stronger for that reason. I knew that she was going make me her top priority and the devil take the hindmost. She had wanted to get pregnant before she entered my room, and when she saw me, she decided that I was to be the father.

 

Later I wondered why that little fact didn't bother me at the time. I knew I couldn't give her a child. Even if I could, I wasn't the type of man to make a baby and abandon it. I believe that all babies need their fathers living with their mothers. I wasn't the type to lie to a woman or to take advantage of her. Yet, I was acting worse than a penned bull next to whole herd of fresh cows.

 

Now, I that I was feeling a little more normal, I tried to decide should make my own flight arrangements. After a small internal debate, I decided I wanted to stay the night in Washington. I had some very good friends here, working at the building of fives. (The Pentagon has five concentric, five sided rings, each, five stories tall.) Those jerks at Homeland Security had classified my presence in Washington as 'secret', so I hadn't seen any of them. I knew I wasn't being fair in my resentment of those agents. I knew that what happened to me wasn't part of the war on terror, but they didn't. I admire the job they're doing to keep us as safe as we are. Still -- I had buddies in town and I wanted to see them.

 

I drove out to the Pentagon, showed them my service ID. I'd forgotten that the hospital personnel had attached a small miniature service ribbon to my civilian suit. It was the pale blue one with all the white stars. The sentry checked my ID saw the ribbon and rendered a very snappy salute. It embarrassed me that I couldn't return the honor since I wasn't in uniform. I tried to hide my annoyance when he directed me to VIP parking lot. I'd told the sentry that I didn't want any honors, I was just there to see some buddies, but the halls soon filled with folks being deferentialanyway. My buddies arrived and we went to one of the cafeterias, where I ate too much and practically drownedin bullshit. I felt wonderful. I missed the service, and was almost tempted to try to go back.

 

Before I realized it, it was time to fight the traffic to Mary's house. She lived in Georgetown, one of the most posh sections of Washington. When I got there the house was one of the more impressive, and I wondered why I didn't feel in the slightest intimidated. I had money, all I needed, but this house bespoke serious wealth. The kind that gets you listed by Forbes Magazine as one ofrichest in the country. I parked in the driveway, and as I rang the bell, I wondered if there were servants. As I waited a whole host of questions surfaced. Why had the security gate been open? Had this woman worn a wedding ring? Why was she a volunteer at Walter Reed? This kind of money wrote checks; they didn't spend their time taking care of soldiers. Could she be an employee here? It never occurred to me that she might have sent me to the wrong place, just as it never crossed my mind that the solid man who opened the door was anyone other than her husband!

 

Our eyes locked and I took the man's measure. I had never believed in the 'Alpha Male' theory, but this man was an Alpha Male's alpha male. He exuded confidence and power. I liked him immediately. I didn't know why his wife was willing to cheat on him... openly! As our eyes locked, I knew something else. He would defer to me. Itook charge. I wondered that his deference didn't make me feel uneasy. I hate wimp husbands. The idea of a man watching me take his wife sickened me. I realized, after a second, that this man would never do that; he'd kill the man who tried to hang horns on him.

 

As he looked at the floor and shuffled his feet, I wondered again. An idea flitted through my mind that perhaps he had a problem that even Viagra couldn't fix. He exuded ex-military and I wondered if he'd given more to his country than any country should ask. If that was the case, he was the type of man who wouldn't stand for his wife running around behind his back, he'd meet them at the front door in person. He'd kick their ass if they weren't up to his standards. No, I shook my head, while that image was right, this didn't feel like that sort of situation, and they had a daughter. I couldn't understand what was going on. He didn't want me here, didn't want me to see his wife, but he wasn't going to stand in my way. I then wondered if he'd cheated and this was a condition of her staying with him.

 

Whatever it was, I didn't want any part of it. I was just about to offer my excuses and leave when Mary appeared. It happened again. I went into full rut, practically pawing the ground.

 

Her husband might as well have been an automatic door opener, except I heard him growl, "Don't make me watch this!"

 

Irritated at the distraction, I said, "Go sit quietly in your chair, stay there until I'm done. Don't get out of it except to go to the bathroom."

 

I wasn't aware of using my command voice, or what I was saying. I only know because of what happened later and what they told me.

 

I saw Mary flash a look at her husband, it was lament not lust. I've never seen a look show such remorse, and regret. I didn't see him leave, but her regret gave me the slimmest margins of control.

 

I looked at her closely, and I said, "Did I miss-read you? Did you have another reason for inviting me here?"

 

It didn't seem possible for a face to change so quickly.

 

She positively beamed, "I didn't think you'd come for me. I was hoping you'd come, but I thought it would be for Kristin, our daughter; she should be ovulating," her face positively radiated, "I did tell you I'm still on the pill; not that it matters."

 

I know now that the curse wasn't at full strength yet, or I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from taking her on the floor, right in front of her husband. I would have had no more control than baseball headed for the bleachers. No more control than my father had had with my mother. When the curse completely controlled me, going a week without impregnating a woman would send me into a state similar to the Viking berserkers. Encountering a woman who wanted to have a baby, with me in full rut, and not doing the deed on the spot would be like trying to stop a sneeze once it was started.

 

I didn't understand all that at the time; ignorance is not bliss. I think the reference to her daughter drained some of my pressure as well, but I wasn't sure why. With that control came serious confusion. "What do you mean about your daughter?"

 

She smiled, "I thought you had turned me down, that it was my daughter that brought you here. She is one of the bridesmaids, but if you want her now, I can go get her for you. By the time I get to the church the service should be over."

 

I felt my pulse rate surge, that hollow excitement began in my chest, the one I always got just before the biggest of games or the smallest of combats. Before it overwhelmed me, my voice of reason kicked in. "Are you offering your daughter to me, knowing she might get pregnant? What is this? Some sort of sick game? What kind of slut are you? How old is your daughter? I had visions of some junior high kid. Does she know what her mother has planned for her?"

 

It was the second major misjudgment since I stepped through the door. I normally don't make those sorts of mistakes, but I was thinking with the wrong head. It would be months before I learned enough to prevent the curse from leaving behind the havoc I was in the process of creating that night. At the time, I let a mild concern about the willingness of a child to engage in a slut mother's plan lead me into a greater mess. "Just tell me where the wedding is, I'll see if she's -- suitable."

 

I'd meant to say 'if she's old enough and willing'; what I said had a very different connotation. I still hadn't gotten with ten feet of Mary, much less touched her. If I had -- I would have left.

 

As I left the house, I told her I'd return; her husband never crossed my mind. But then I didn't know that he was virtually chained to his chair, unable even to speak. I'd like to think that I wouldn't have done that to a man I detested; I know I would never have done it to someone I respected. Despite the shortness of our meeting, I respected Mary's husband. I'm pointing this out to show how the curse was influencing me, not just those around me.

 

Safely out of sight of Mary, my other head began to do some of my thinking. Mary and her husband obviously wanted me to get her or her daughter pregnant. I tried to come up with a rational explanation of why they'd want that. Seeking to eliminate false modesty, I could see why someone might want a smart war heroto father their child, but that just didn't ring true in this case. Nor could I explain why she and her husband were trying to make me think that I had some sort of power over them... No, I realized that they weren't trying to make it JUST over them, they were trying to convince me that my attraction extended to everyone. I don't believe in things like witch-craft, spells or mind-control, but I wondered if she was using some sort of pheromone to control me. Certainly, I could smell her excitement, but at some instinctive level, I knew that it wasn't something like pheromones.

 

With that though, I was so close, I so wish that I'd been able to unravel the clues to the curse as I drove to the wedding. Instead, I reviewed my actions since I'd left Mary the first time. I'd encountered any number of women, and I hadn't noticed that any others seemed anxious to have my baby. If I had only known... the saddest words in the English language.

 

I've never crashed a party in my life. Part of that is I can't remember a party I wanted to go to that I hadn't been invited to. It never even occurred to me that I was crashing now. When I got there, the reception had already started. There was a large engagement picture of the happy couple as you signed in. I studied the pair. Their happiness was obvious. The young man looked promising. No, nineteen year old could ever be described as an alpha male type, but the promise was there.

 

No doubt influenced by the curse, I decided that instead of trying my 'appeal' on Mary's daughter, I would confirm my lack of 'appeal' by trying to charm the bride. I joined the end of the reception line. When I reached to shake hands with the bride, I tried to project the same desire for her I'd felt for Mary.

 

I was embarrassed, but relieved when all that happened was that she gave me a look that said, "You must be one of Steve's people, I'm so glad you're the last one."

 

When our hands touched, what she said aloud, was, "I can't tell you how excited I am that you're here. I'm flattered beyond words."

 

Giving me a conspiratorial look she added, "Would it be alright if I talk to Steve privately about how we're going to do this and get back to you? I don't want to hurt him, please?"

 

The pleading was now as evident on her face as in her voice.

 

Startled, I moved to shake hands with the groom. As our eyes locked. I saw that same surge of anger that I'd seen in Mary's husband. This time it was gone much faster, and a pleading expression replaced it.

 

He whispered, "Please don't let anyone know. It's my wedding day -- couldn't you wait till we get back?"

 

Again, I felt an irrational surge of anger. I'd always encouraged subordinates state their cases vigorously, yet now I was getting furious when an unreasonable act of mine was being challenged!

 

I replied in my command voice, but pitched so only he could hear, "Bring her to Mary's house as soon as you can get away."

 

As I saw acceptance in his face, my anger evaporated and I added, "You don't have to let anyone know, leave at the normal time."

 

The part of me that still wasn't controlled by the curse was aghast that I was telling a groom that I was taking his wife on their wedding night.

 

Trying to soften my intolerable action I added, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

 

The relief on his face was so profound I fled before he could embarrassed us both by an inappropriate display of gratitude.

 

Those were mistakes in judgment numbers three and four. I've probably been that wrong about that many people before in one day, but I don't remember when. Never have there been the consequences like the one caused my miscalculations.

 

Again, once I got out of sight of the bride, I seemed to come to my senses. Realizing that I didn't know Mary's last name, and since she wasn't at the wedding, I figured there was a better than even chance the bride and groom would have no idea where I'd told them to meet me. The further I got from the young couple the more outrageous the whole idea seemed.

 

Determined to leave before someone recognized me, and before I could make a bigger asshole of myself, I almost ran over Mary's daughter. She had the same coloring and the same solid good looks. She was older than I'd hoped. A young woman in that age range where guessing was impossible. She could have been as young as sixteen or as old as twenty-seven. I don't know how she spotted me, but she'd blocked my path.

 

Standing with arms akimbo she said, "You're Col. Brown aren't you? The man my mother told me about?"

 

Once again my system flushed with lust, my hands moved to rip her clothes from her. My body planned to take her right there in the lobby, my hand actually grasped the neckline of her bridesmaid dress before my brain caught up with what I was doing. Using every erg of the iron control I'd been taught at West Point, I forced my hand to my side. So locked had been my eyes with hers, that it took several more seconds to realize that she hadn't been prepared to struggle. In fact as my hand dropped, it appeared she was about to remove her dress on her own.

 

I was breathing hard, trying to hold a semblance of control, images of her mother and the bride, naked and draped open in the same bed flashed through my mind. Normally, an image like that would ensurean erection. Curiously, it had the opposite effect. I'd just learned that one way to control what I now call it THE FLUSH is to remember that you have waiting and willing partners. As I struggled for the decorum that I expect of myself, I saw fear creep onto her face.

 

In a trembling voice she asked, "Don't you want me? I didn't believe mom when she told me what she'd done. I thought it was some sort of sick practical joke. Then I saw you talking to Edna and I knew. Mom said that if you came, it would mean you wanted me, please don't change your mind now!"

 

As I looked in her eyes, I had my next insight into the curse that will control the rest of my life. This young woman also wanted my child. By displaying THE FLUSH as I'd done, it encouraged her. If I didn't at least give her the opportunity to try to get pregnant, it would be worse than an Olympic favorite, prepared to compete watching the event cancelled. No worse than that, far, far worse. It probably would make this bright, cheerful young woman suicidal.

 

I understood that, temporarily I had the ability to say no to Kristin, but she would bear a heavy price if I never gave her the opportunity. I marveled at the arrogance of that concept, but I knew that I was right. As much as it bothered my sense of ethics, I knew that I would need to -- Then as if from nowhere, I felt a new concept develop. While the attraction between us was far more powerful than what I'd felt for my wife on our honeymoon, but it might be possible to postpone consummation for a few years.

 

I asked, "How old are you Kristin?"

 

Her smile was blinding. She knew she'd won. She knew I'd give her the opportunity to have my child and I could see her tension drain.

 

Ebullient, she gushed, "I'm 17 but I'll be 18 in less than a month! Mom was only fifteen when she got pregnant with me. We De Mille girls produce good kids young. Tonight would be fine, a monthdoesn't matter!"

 

She might not want to wait, but -- I wondered just how old the bride was, if her bridesmaid was only seventeen. It might be another out.

 

Looking at her I promised, "I'll come back for you the day after your eighteenth birthday. If you aren't already pregnant or --"

 

I paused and tried to think, there was something else that could keep me away, but I quite grasp what it was. I left the sentence incomplete, it didn't matter the promise was made.

 

She studied me intently, making sure that I wasn't trying to use a verbal slight of hand, then shocked me by asking, "Did you offer Edna a baby?"

 

I nodded, I hadn't known the bride's name, but now, Edna would know where to find me. I hurried to my car, and drove aimlessly for the next couple of hours trying to understand what was happening to me. Doing my best self-analysis, I decided that I could sense when a woman wanted to have a baby, or was at least open to the idea. I knew that when I Flushed I was broadcasting my desire to father that child. What I couldn't figure out is why any woman would respond to such an outrageous arrogance.

 

Around midnight I thought I'd managed to regain a measure of sanity, and with a growing sense of horror I headed to Mary's house, still determined to find some way to mitigate the evil I'd set in motion.

 

Despite my best intentions as I rang the front bell, I felt THE FLUSH blossom as Kristin opened the door. Seeing her and not one of my two intended, I felt it ebb. Although I didn't understand how, I was grateful to gain some measure of control. Unfortunately as soon as I'd FLUSHED, every one of my plans had been subsumed by my passion; leaving me physically and emotionally drained. Even as that mindlessness receded, I could only remember the barest outline of what I'd intended to do. I remembered planning to send Edna and her husband on their honeymoon, concentrating my lust on Mary. There had been more too it, but I couldn't remember. I did remember rationalizing that since she was already a slut, I would use that to limit the damage at least a bit.

 

Entering the foyer, I saw all of them. Mary stood by herself, Edna huddled with her arm locked through her groom's arm. Kristin walked to her mother's side and looked like she also wanted to hold her mother's hand for comfort. As I closed the door behind me, I FLUSHED again. I have no memory of moving but suddenly I had my arms around Mary. As I pulled her to me her scent repulsed me. It was the foulest odor I've encountered in my life. Much worse than the exploded stomachs and putrid odor of rotting corpses, I've encountered after battle. I shoved her from me, a different kind of rage descending upon me.

 

"You have sperm in you! When did you get it?"

 

I had no idea where that had come from, or why it caused such furious revulsion.

 

She was horror struck, her expression pleading for understanding.

 

She was near tears as she said, "Please it was five nights ago, my husband -- I didn't know you then. I didn't know it would matter, I'm not pregnant."

 

I heard my voice growl, "Sperm can live for six days inside you. I will not be polluted by another!"

 

That sounded true, incredibly stilted, and arrogant, but true. However, it wasn't a piece of information I'd ever remembered reading, and I certainly wouldn't have bet a plugged nickel on its validity. Some tiny portion of my rational brain filed away the datum that any woman who had living sperm inside her was safe from The Curse. Although as Mary proved, that woman wasn't safe from her attraction to me.

 

As a waves of fatigue engulfed me, I learned something else about the curse. I didn't know what happened to me when I broadcast my desire, but it physically drained me. I was almost as tired as I'd been that first time in the hospital. My brain was so leaden; I was near the hallucinations stage. I'm not trying to excuse what I did next, but I'm trying to explain. I crossed to Edna and smelled her. She smelled like honeysuckle and Jasmine, but I knew she wasn't wearing perfume. She was sweet and ready for me. I wasn't ready for her.

 

"I'm going to have Kristin help me to the guest room. I need to rest, take a nap. When I'm ready, I'll call for Edna to join me," turning to the bride, I added,"While I'm sleeping show hubby you love him... nothing that could contaminate you. He can suckle you, kiss you, but don't do anything that might let a single sperm come in contact with you-- from anyone!"

 

I saw the stricken face of her husband, remembered my promise and said to him, "Use Mary when you want Edna. She's a slut; it won't matter. Cum in her, it'll take the pressure off, she'll do anything you want."

 

I turned to Mary and said, "You will take care of all of his sexual needs until he can make love to his wife. Make him very happy. It's your audition for me. If he isn't ecstatic, I won't be back for you... or for Kristin. I want you leaking from all three places. It's the least I can do."

 

"Now," I said in my command voice, making sure I had everyone's full attention, "all of you go watch dirty movies, have sex, whatever until I send for Edna."

 

I didn't know what I was saying, I was babbling, I just wanted them to relax until I called for Edna. I wanted Edna and her groom to be able to enjoy each other to the extent they could. I never thought that Mary would do anything with him before I woke up, I assumed they would retire to one of the bedrooms after Edna came to me. It also never occurred to me that they were going to the TV in the den. Going to the den where Mary's husband was stuck in his chair. I wouldn't have done that to him. I certainly didn't intend to make Kristin or her father watch Mary... do what she did.

 

When I was a second lieutenant, my squad was cut off and in continuous contact with the enemy for thirty-six hours. That's the only time I ever remember having more difficulty thinking. I never considered that the groom might not want to have sex on his wedding night with someone else. I will never forgive myself for ordering him to make love to another in front of his bride. I certainly understand why she hates me now. I don't understand why she still came up to me when I called for her.

 

As Ilay on their guest bed I dreamed, and I begin to learn. The curse was worse than my most terrifying nightmare. I was THE Alpha Male! I wasn't even subject to challenge. My children would be the pinnacle of human evolution. That fact was somehow communicated when I felt 'the flush.' Most women would be drawn to me at a sub-conscious biological level, desperate to have my child. Most important, they would love and raise my child as their own. Sounds like some adolescent boy's wet dream doesn't it. It's a horrible curse!

 

The curse is that it is ONLY biological. The curse doesn't make the women like me, or desire me. They want my sperm, some are willing to literally crawl on bare hands and knees over broken glass to get it. But, once they've got it, and are pregnant, they aren't in the least hesitant to let their true feelings erupt. The same is true of the men. They won't try to hinder me, or try to kill me later. They will just consider me as fondly as they would someone who had used drugs on their loved one to get her pregnant! That woman will get pregnant. The only thing 'magical' effect of the curse was that any fertile woman I slept with, will have my child. It won't matter if she were ovulating at the time or not. It wouldn't matter if she were on the pill or not. That was a universal response to my unique DNA. It causes ovulation, almost like some sort of fertility drug.

 

That same DNA causes other responses; all my children will hate me. I don't mean the normal child/teenager friction, I mean we can't live in the same house, even newborns. This response is transmitted through the placenta to the mother. So, even if the mother and I married for love she'll hate me while she's pregnant. Were I to marry, my wife and I could have a loving day once every nine months, tops.

 

Then there's another little part of the problem. Should I encounter a woman who is trying, or even has just decided to have a baby, I will sense it and I will respond like a sex starved sailor given the privilege of the harem. My only defense to the urge is if I either have a previous engagement, or I've created a child in the last few days. Because both Mary and Edna had decided to become pregnant, and I hadn't had sex since my divorce, neither they or I had a chance.

 

Last but certainly not least, should I get a healthy non-virgin pregnant, she will have a girl. All of my daughters will be barren, and will hate me. My sons are worse; their DNA will induce a rage if they ever encounter me, and they'll try to kill me. I think it has to do that in order to produce a son, my sperm must pass through the woman's blood, for example an intact virgin. Female blood destroys the 'female' type sperm.

 

It's all biological, geared to the survival of the child, and the benefit of the human race. Each year hundreds of millions of children are born. By any criteria you chose to use, my thirty or forty children will be the top thirty or forty born that year. That's good for the species. Yet there's no danger that a 'super species' will evolve because they're sterile.

 

The child's DNA level distaste for me, that is transmitted by the fetus to the mother helps rebuild the bond to her real mate. The child, even as a newborn will be a daddy's girl, or boy in the extreme. Which also helps bond the family to give the child the support it needs from a 'Daddy', that's only aided by the child's extreme antipathy for me.

 

It all makes perfect sense biologically, but it dooms me to a life with no companions, male or female. I'm driven to have children, to want the very best for them, to attempt to make sure that they have everything they need. I yearn to be a 'Daddy' yet I can have no part in raising them. Could there ever been a man more cursed?

 

When I awoke, I had two overwhelming needs, the first was to procreate, the second was to find out if my dream was true... and if it was, some way to fix it.

 

Mrs. Mary De Mille:

 

It is extremely painful to remember what happen that night in our den.  I've always thought of myself as a moral woman.  I've had my lapses, I'm thirty-four and my daughter is almost eighteen.  Still, despite all the problems, my husband and I have been happily married for eighteen years.  I'm not sure that our marriage will survive to our nineteenth anniversary.  I desperately wanted another baby; I just never thought that I'd ever be an unwed mother …

 

I had known my husband all my life, but he didn't know I existed until I seduced him when I was sixteen and he was twenty-two.  We both lived in River Oaks, one of the wealthier sections of Houston.  He was the local golden boy.  He went to the exclusive The Kinkaid School and was a senior when I was in seventh grade.  He was all-everything, and of course, my fantasy.  After he graduated valedictorian, he played football at Rice.  Several polls selected him as an all-America, but since he was in ROTC, he went into the Army instead of the NFL.

 

He came back to Houston Christmas looking like a modern day cavalier in his Army dress mess uniform but I managed to catch his attention at one of the Christmas parties.  (I had what they are now calling a costume malfunction, back then we called it flashing.)  I'd just turned sixteen, and was already a junior at The Kinkaid.  (I'd skipped fourth grade.)  I told him I was a freshman at A&M and he never found out any different until I discovered I might be pregnant three weeks later.  I know he didn't want to marry me, but I made it work.  He was my sun and my moon, and by any standard, we had a very happy marriage.

 

The only problem was that since I'd had Kristin so very young, I had trouble getting pregnant when we decided to try again just before my thirtieth birthday.  What followed were four years of frustration and tests.  Finally, I had micro-surgery to repair some problems with my plumbing, only to begin having wildly erratic menstrual cycles.  The doctors recommend that I go on the pill for three months to see if I could get them regulated.  When I met Col. Brown, I was on my third month.

 

I've tried several times to explain my attraction to Col. Brown, and I can't.  I know that I love my husband, I would never do anything to hurt him, I'd never dreamed of being unfaithful, but it was like I was Cinderella and Col. Brown was the prince.  Saying no simply wasn't an option.

 

I'd done everything I could to raise Kristin to understand the dangers of getting pregnant before she married, but when I came home from the hospital, I told her that she had the most wonderful opportunity.  She was scandalized by what I was saying, but then she hadn't met him.  When I told Rodger, my husband, he thought I was playing an elaborate practical joke.  He had attended several military soirées where Col. Brown was a guest of honor, and knew his history.  He admired him immensely, although they'd never been introduced.  My husband isn't easily impressed; he's built the family business to a size where he has personal meetings with Presidents, Princes and Potentates.  Generally, they end up marching to his drum.  When Col. Brown walked through our front door Rodger looked like he'd been pole axed.

 

I wasn't surprised when Rodger agreed to leave the room after Col. Brown arrived at our house.  We Americans have the idea that all men are equal, and they should be as far as rights and the law is concerned, but Col. Brown has no equal.  I spoke with Dr. Dickson at Walter Reed.  I've heard her theory that out of all the billions of males on the planet somehow he is the #1 male by any measure, by orders of magnitude.  I don't understand all that, I just know that I was bowled over by just meeting him.

 

When I asked Rodger about it later he said, "I had always believed that if I couldn't win a fight, I could hurt the other guy enough that he'd back off.  That whatever he won, wouldn't be worth the cost I'd force him to pay to win.  I'd make sure the other guy knew fighting me would, at best be a Pyrrhic victory.  When Col. Brown walked in, I knew I couldn't win, and my best shot wouldn't faze him.  What was worse, since I'd seen him in person several times I wasn't prepared for the force of his personality one-on-one.  He was just overwhelming.  I would have gone after any other many with knives, guns or brass knuckles, with him, I was almost ready to give support him.  I was actually grateful that he wasn't going to make me watch what I was willing to allow."

 

I was grateful Col. Brown sent Rodger away too.  I was acting like a preteen around a rock star, and I didn't want my husband to see that.  When Col. Brown left to get Kristin, I went upstairs to get ready.  I still wasn't positive he was going to be willing to get me pregnant, but I wanted to be prepared.  First, I showered, and I took my time washing.  In fact, I was so careful washing my twat that it almost constituted masturbation.  I didn't think that Col. Brown would go down on me, but I'd been smelling myself ever since I'd met him, and I wanted to be fresh.  I then took a long soak in a bubble bath using scented oils.  I shaved my legs and under my arms.  For the first time, I was tempted to shave my twat.  Roger had asked me to do that once, but I had resisted.  I had a horror of being in a car accident and having someone else see me that way, and yes my mother always insisted that I have clean underwear on before I left the house.  I actually had the razor poised when I decided that I didn't want Rodger to know that I'd done that for someone else when I wouldn't do it for him.

 

After my bath, I redid my make-up and hair.  Then I had to decide what to wear.  I have a few Victoria's Secrets outfits, but I didn't have the courage to wear them.  Besides, those were for my husband and I didn't want to give that, even to Col. Brown.  I thought about several dresses, but I wanted to show off my figure and the only ones I had that did that were not something you'd wear around the house.

 

Finally, I decided on a jacket and trouser outfit by Bernard Zins.  The trousers were loden green with full leg and a regular raise waist.  They didn't have pockets and I thought they showed that I wasn't carrying any extra weight.  I chose an almost black Dana Buchman pullover blouse that make it clear that I wasn't wearing a bra, and would allow easy access to my very average boobs.  The jacket was a black and white tweed with a notched collar and three buttons.  The jacket would let me cover what the blouse showed if Col. Brown was only interested in Kristen.  I didn't own a thong.  In the past if I didn't want to show a panty line I would normally wear pantyhose.  Tonight was not a night for pantyhose.  Feeling a bit guilty, I borrowed one of Kristin's thongs.  When I finished dressing I thought I looked as good as I could for someone my age.  I added some aquamarine and diamond earrings, a wide gold bracelet and almost added a necklace and broach before I remembered that it might get in the way.  I finished the package with few drops of Sabi Parfum to make me irresistible.

 

My timing was almost perfect; I had just gone into the guest bedroom to turn down the sheets when I heard Kristin arrive.  I called her to help me and we lit some incense sticks and a few candles.  I wasn't actually that big on incense or candles, but I had a horror that Col. Brown might make our baby in our marriage bed and the incense and candles would be a good excuse.  I didn't want to share that bed with anyone else.  I know that sounds irrational, but somehow I was able to separate getting pregnant from lovemaking and from my marriage.  I was doing my best to seduce the man, but I knew that after I was pregnant, I'd only want my husband.

 

We'd just finished when Edna and Johnny arrived.  Edna looked radiant, as all brides look, but I think the idea of creating a new life with Col. Brown gave her a special glow.  Johnny didn't look happy, but that was certainly understandable.  It was horrible timing, but that was just the way things worked out sometimes.  I was trying not to be discouraged by her.  I had no doubt that Col. Brown could get two women pregnant in one night, but would he want to?  Kristin had already told me that he wasn't going to be with her tonight, but what about me?  I would be honored to have Edna use our house, but I didn't want to be overlooked.

 

I knew about men's fantasy of having two women at the same time, and I was determined that if that was the only way I could get what I wanted I would be the third wheel.  I was trying to visualize what that would entail when the doorbell rang.  Kristin rushed to open it and I stood there in the foyer as he walked in.

 

I know that many women have fantasies about working in a brothel, I never have.  The idea of walking out with my "sisters" to stand in front of a customer hoping to be picked is nightmarish.  Yet that is exactly how I felt as he entered the foyer and closed the door behind him.  Kristin walked over and stood by me I knew she wanted to take my hand.  I on the other hand, was trying not to do a hip thrust while pushing out my breasts.  I was wishing I'd worn my wonder bra, or something more daring than the thousand-dollar outfit I had on.

 

Col. Brown looked at us and he shuddered with need.  I was standing there with two other women and suddenly I felt like the most desired woman in history.  My need for him hit me with a force I couldn't comprehend.  Being wanted has always turned me on, but I've never felt this needed in my life.  It seemed a life or death matter, and I knew that while this man could have any woman in the world, it was me that he needed, desired.  I felt my twat swell with moisture and my nipples pushed against the silk of my blouse.  I walked to him and I turned to jelly as I felt his arms encircle me.

 

Just as my nipples made contact with his shirt, he thrust me away and looked disgusted.  He looked at me like you might look at a strange dog's poop on your sidewalk.  He yelled about having sperm in me and I wanted to deny it, but Rodger and I had made love on Tuesday night.  I was horrible embarrassed to admit that, but mortified to discover that it meant he wasn't going to give me a child.  When he talked about six days, I was determined to douche in the wild hope that I might be 'clean' by tomorrow before he left.

 

I was so focused on that that I almost missed what he said next.  He called me a slut, something that I'd never been called, even when I was pregnant at sixteen.  Then he was telling me that I had to audition with Johnny!  I was so mortified that it wasn't until after he left that the other shoe dropped for me.  I was going to have to 'audition' in the den.  The den where Rodger was watching TV!

 

The others began moving towards the den, but I stood there in shock.  Realizing that I needed to talk to Rodger before they arrived I asked if they knew where we could find one of the dirty movies we'd been instructed to watch.  Edna said she had a DVD in her suitcase that she'd been given as a gag gift.  Johnny volunteered to go get it.

 

I begged Kristin and Edna to give me a few minutes with Rodger alone before they joined us.  Then I hustled to see if I could get my husband to go to the library while we used the TV room.

 

When I entered I saw him staring, eyes fixed on the Fox News Network.  I was afraid that he might look diminished after Col. Brown, but he didn't.  He was the same strong man I'd married.

 

 I came over and knelt down beside his chair and said, "Honey, do you think you could go into the library for a little while."

 

I paused trying to think of a way to explain what was happening and he answered in a whisper, "I've been ordered to stay here and be quiet, I won't leave unless he changes those orders.  Surly there are enough rooms for you to use without coming in here.  Is he going to give Kristin a baby too?"

 

I felt an invisible hand clutch my heart, "No, he's going to wait until she's eighteen."

 

I paused and I felt him relax a bit.

 

Then he said, "He's a good man, but I almost wish he wouldn't wait, I'd like to see both babies born around the same time.  I appreciate him not taking you in our bedroom, when he comes in, I'm sure he'll let me go to bed.  I'll ask if I can take my eighteen year old Glenfiddich Scotch with me."

 

He looked at me intently, his eyes burning holes into my brain, I hadn't been this scared or upset since that morning I'd sat on the commode about to learn I was pregnant.

 

I wanted to cry at the pain I saw in his face, but his voice was even when he continued, "Mary, I'm going to get so drunk that I won't remember a thing that happened after I got home.  I know I get amorous when I get drunk, so if I do anything to you tonight, I want you to forgive me if I don't remember it."

 

I could feel the tears rolling down my cheek, I tried twice to form words but my throat wouldn't work.  I couldn't meet his eyes any more and I looked away.

 

"I'm not going to be leaving this room tonight either.  I, uh, I'm not presentable right now for him.  I … uh …"  I broke down crying and Rodger picked me with his incredible strength and set me gently onto his lap.

 

Wrapping his arms around me he said gently, "Is it something we can fix?  Will he come back for you?"

 

I nodded my head still unable to speak.  Rodger voice showed relief, "I've got to say I'm glad he's not going to be with you tonight.  I'll make it a point to travel a lot in the next couple of months that'll make it a lot easier on me too.  I don't want to know when it's going to happen, it'll be easier if I can pretend it never happened."

 

My heart was breaking and my soft sobs turned to horrible wracking boohoos, great gasping things that would have been melodramatic if my pain had been any less.

 

"Rodger," I managed at last gaining a small measure of control, "He's going to give Edna a baby.  He feels terrible about doing that to Johnny on his wedding night, and so he's given me to Johnny, in here!  He thinks I'm a slut!"

 

I felt every muscle in Rodger's body tighten, and I heard a growl of pain and fury deep in his chest.  I felt his body prepare to bound from his easy chair and I automatically rolled out of it so he could.  He began to hyperventilate as he struggled to rise.  I threw myself to my knees beside his chair.  I took his right hand in mine and bathed it in my tears.

 

"Please don't Rodger, I don't want to lose you."

 

I managed to mumble my chest heaving as I cried.  I couldn't stand for him to blame himself for his inability to act.

 

I knew every fiber of his being wanted to challenge Col. Brown and we both knew that would be fruitless.  It would only humiliate him more than what was already happening  It wasn't until much later when we realized that had he challenged Col Brown, he would have cancelled his orders.

 

I've often used the phrase, "I'd give my right arm..." At that moment, I would not have suffered a severed limb.  However, I literally would rather have been horse whipped that what Col. Brown was forcing me to do.  Yet, I didn't have the will even to oppose him, to ask him to relent.  I didn't know if my willingness to do this was based on my desire for a child by him, a grandchild by him or simply because he'd ordered me to do this horrible thing in front of my husband.  I knew I no desire to ever 'be' with anyone but Rodger sexually, yet whatever the source of my motivation to follow Col. Brown's orders it was stronger than my will, and best intentions.  I would hate every second, but I would do it.

 

I'd like to think that I might have found some way to succeed in my struggle to oppose what Col. Brown had ordered, but at that moment Kristin, Edna and Johnny came into the room.  Carefully ignoring Rodger and me, the newly weds sat on the couch between the two easy chairs in our home theater room.  I went to the bathroom and tried to repair my make-up while Kristin got everything set up to play the DVD.

 

My tears under control, but my make-up hopeless, I went to my recliner to the left of the couch, carefully not looking at the three on the couch or Rodger in his recliner on the other side.  The "movie" started and it was as bad as you might expect.  It was triple X and thankfully the dialogue was skimpy at best.  It mostly consisted of a couple trying to see just how many positions they could try out.  As a honeymoon gag it was perfect, as something to watch in that situation it was horrible.

 

I couldn't help but see, out of the corner of my eye, that Edna and Johnny were getting into it.  His hands were roaming, but carefully above the waist.  She had opened her blouse and unhooked her bra.  Even doing my best not to watch, it was far more erotic than what was on our wide screen.

 

Even if I hadn't been able to see it, no one could miss the sounds as he began to suckle her.  I heard him ask if she could cum from what he was doing and she shook her head.  I couldn't hear what he whispered but she shook her head again.

 

There was more discussion and I heard him say, "Please I want you to cum for me before you go to him."

 

The sounds of his suckling started again and Edna added new sounds of her own passion.  I glanced over and saw that she was using her own hand to stimulate herself through her pants.  I turned to watch, not because of any voyeuristic desire, but because I knew it would be seconds before I was take her place.  She shuddered and pushed Johnny away.  I was almost certain she hadn't had an orgasm, but she wanted to get away from Johnny before there was any danger he might have one.  She couldn’t take any chances that a premature release might contaminate her with his sperm.

 

She shot me a look of pain, then a silent plea that I wasn't sure I understood.  I knew she didn't want me to be with Johnny, but I think she wanted him to be so occupied that he wouldn't think about what she was doing upstairs.  I tried to convey in my smile that while I was going to do this, I had no desire for her husband.

 

Aloud I said, "Edna, I think that perhaps you might be more comfortable waiting in my chair, why don't we switch places?"

 

I didn't have to look at Rodger to see the tears on his cheeks.  I had never seen Rodger cry and it was like a knife twisting in my guts rolling my intestines into knots.  He was carefully centering his entire attention on the TV, but when I lowered my footrest to get out of my recliner, I saw him squeeze his eyes shut.

 

Edna had been sitting in the middle of the couch next to Kristin.  I couldn’t do that and motioned for Johnny to move over letting me sit next to what was now Kristin's chair.  He reached over, squeezed Kristin's hand and made a space for me to sit next to him.

 

I was only thirty-four, but Johnny had been coming over to our house since he was in pre-school.  Edna and Kristin had been friends and soccer teammates forever.  Edna and Johnny were only a year ahead of Kristin in school, and despite what I'd just seen, I couldn't think of him as anything other than the little kid I'd made jelly sandwiches. I couldn't believe that I was sitting down next to him to be a wife substitute.

 

It wasn't until that second that I remembered that Col. Brown had said he wanted me, "leaking from all three places," or he wouldn't be back for me or for Kristin.  I do oral for Rodger all the time.  I've never let him come in my mouth, and I don't do deep throat.  I tried once but I ended up throwing up.  Still, as long as he doesn't force it too deep, I enjoy it.  I like the way it gets him excited.  My girlfriends think it's odd that I don't like him to go down on me.  I'm so sensitive down there that his tongue tickles me, and I'm so scared I might pee on him; it makes me a nervous wreck.

 

Now, I was going to have to let Johnny cum in my mouth, and something I've never done with Rodger--- anal!  I did let him try once, but it hurt me so much, even before he got it in that he stopped without my asking.  I was so grateful, his concern for my feelings is one of the things I love about him.  Now I was going to have to accept that pain from Johnny.  What's more I was going to have to do it with my husband in the same room.  Somehow, I was going to have to find a way to keep from showing that pain or it would kill Rodger, or he'd kill Johnny!

 

We sat on the couch for several minutes watching the DVD.  The machine was set to repeat, but was so monotonous that I wasn't sure if it had yet.  Johnny's hands were in his lap and mine were in mine.  I was so upset just thinking about what I had to do, that I was almost trembling.  Because I was distracted, it took me several minutes to realized that Johnny was trying to edge away from me, our hips weren't touching anymore.

 

I'm almost never an aggressor with Rodger.  I don't have to be.  Frankly, I love the feeling of being wanted and I always respond to it.  I took a deep breath, and shifted, trying not to let Kristin see what I was doing.  There was no way I could make mad unrestrained sex, much less wild if unwanted adultery, with my daughter sitting on the same couch with me.

 

"Kristin, do you think that you could bring your father that special bottle of Scotch from the bar?  The one in the round tube, and while you're up would you bring me a light blanket?  I'm afraid I'm a little cold.  And, uh, you might want to bring yourself a cushion, I'm feeling a bit tired and I might stretch out here on the couch."

 

It was the thinnest fiction, but it was the best I could do.  I'd never seen Rodger drink to get drunk, but I hoped it wouldn't take him long.  I decided we'd wait until he passed out, and Edna left.  Even if Kristin was still in the same room, I could use the blanket to hide what I was doing from her.  As she left, I switched sides, so I could turn my back to Rodger when the expected began.

 

What I didn't expect was for Johnny to lean over a whisper him my ear, "Mrs. D, I hate what I'm going to do.  I don't ever want another woman except Edna, but he told me I have to use you when I want Edna, that I have to cum in you.  This is making me sick at my stomach, especially in to do it front of Mr. D and Edna but I don't have a choice."  He made a sound that was half a choke and half a sob, "Him wanting Edna makes me kind of proud in a strange way, and we wanted children right away.  It's why we were getting married so young; with our trust funds, it's not like we have to wait until I can earn a living.  I'm sorry as hell about our wedding night, and I resent that he made me come here with her, but this … with you, is sick;  it's like doing it with my mom."

 

I understood exactly what he was saying, and would have told him so if I wasn't holding my tongue between my teeth to avoid making a sound.  As soon as he'd moved to whisper in my ear, his hand had moved to cup my right breast.  When he finished talking, he moved down to kiss my neck.  At the touch of his lips I jumped so hard I almost bit my tongue off.  I was as rigid as a board, and I felt like if I moved I'd shatter, shooting splinters all over the room.  I turned my head fractionally and I could see the muscles in Rodger’s jaw clench and unclench.

 

My right hand flew to cover my mouth, like a little girl who accidentally said a bad word.  Although Rodger was staring straight ahead, I know he was watching.  His lips began to move and I knew he was cursing under his breath.  He'd been told to be quiet and he was following orders, but he was scaring me.  Johnny began to fondle my breast and my nipple.  Because of the coolness of the room that nipple was already hard.  I couldn't bear the thought that Rodger might think I was responding to Johnny.  Johnny was trying to be sexy, but while he wasn't hurting me, it felt like the technician positioning me for my last mammogram.  He kissed my neck, right below my ear, a place I've hated to be kissed since a boy, whose name I've mercifully forgotten, licked me there in the sixth grade.  At that time I'd run screaming to the teacher for a towel to wipe off the germs.  With Johnny, it made my skin crawl and I wanted to turn and bite his head off.

 

I took a deep mental breath.  This wasn't going to work, I not only had to get very intimate, I had to do a good job.  Johnny was enough of a gentleman that he'd no doubt be very complimentary of my "performance" even if I acted like a dead log.  However, I knew right down to my bones that he would be honest, to a fault, when he answered questions by Col. Brown, no matter what its effect on Kristin and me.  I'd never been good at faking passion; Rodger was so good I didn't have to.  He could still make me wet just by locking eyes and cocking an eyebrow wickedly.

 

I suddenly had a horrible image of what my future would be like if I were to go through with all this only to have Col. Brown use my lack of enthusiasm as a reason not to give Kristin and me a baby!  The thought didn't do a thing for my passion but it did wonders for my motivation.  Rodger could only forgive what I was doing if we won in the end.  I glanced at him again, and he was the picture of a man absorbed in a TV show – except for those muscles clenching and un-clenching in his jaw.  I used my right hand to adjust my jacket to shield what Johnny was doing to my breast.  It was the smallest of fig leaves, but it let me pretend that Rodger didn't see.  I bit my lower lip and tried to enjoy the mauling of my boob.

 

It only took a second to realize that would never work.  As soon as I opened my jacket, Johnny began jiggling my boob like it molded Jell-O.  I pressed my jacket into his hand, forcing him to stop playing with me like the kid he was.  His response was to pinch my nipple, something else that I hate.  They are so sensitive I can barely stand to have Rodger lick them.  I love the feeling when he takes in a mouthful of me and that sort of hard contact, but pinching them is just painful, not sexy.  I couldn't contain a small yelp and I saw Rodger whip his head around, his eyes boring holes into Johnny.  He didn't say anything, he just stared hard, his eyes narrowing, his lips thinning.

 

I didn't have to hear him say the words, 'That's my woman you're manhandling and if you hurt her you'll answer to me,' to get the message loud and clear.

 

I felt Johnny tense and I heard him swallow hard.  I had to grab his hand to keep him from moving it off my breast.

 

When I did, I saw Rodger nod curtly to Johnny turn back and resume his fascination with the second or third showing of the very short porn DVD.  Johnny acknowledging that I wasn't a toy, unceremoniously and a bit defiantly moved his hand from my breast to my legs.  I had them crossed but he jammed his hand between them a few inches below my crotch.  The last thing I needed was for Johnny to take out his anger at Rodger's rebuke on me.  I was determined that we would never see Johnny or Edna after this night, but I couldn't afford for the two men to erupt into open warfare.

 

As Johnny pushed harder I uncrossed my legs and allowed his hand to shoot up and cup my mound.  He was gouging me, and it was very uncomfortable.  I felt my face turn scarlet as something in Johnny's body language let me know Rodger was watching Johnny's hand touch me where no one but Rodger had ever touched me.  I'm not sure what I would have done if Kristin hadn't finally gotten back with Rodger's Scotch and a light blanket for me.  She hadn't brought a cushion for herself, instead she had a small pillow and second light blanket.  She wrapped herself up, turned her back to us and pretended to be trying to go to sleep.  For the first time since Johnny had touched me, I looked over at Edna.  She had tears streaming down her face and mouthed, "Sorry," when she saw me looking at her.

 

Johnny had his back to her but some reaction from me must have let him know what Edna was doing.  He turned and looked at her.

 

She whispered, "Not like that Johnny, Mrs. D doesn't deserve that, don't make it harder on her.  You understand what I need to do, I understand what you need to do, and what she has to do for Kristin.  It's not her fault."

 

Johnny actually blushed, the pressure on my twat stopped being hostile.  Twisting so I had my back to my husband I covered us both in the blanket then I pulled him to me and gave him the best kiss I had.  I let my tongue slip between his lips and tenderly explored his mouth.  When his tongue responded I did my best to caress it.  Steeling my nerve, I moved my right hand down to his crotch and I felt his erection.  He broke our kiss and gave me the funniest expression.  It took me several seconds to understand. I realized that Col. Brown had said I was a slut, and Johnny was afraid he didn't 'measure up.'

 

I leaned into him, pressed my mouth to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "It's very nice, I'm going to enjoy my time with this."

 

I gave it a gentle squeeze.

 

I felt him relax.  Johnny had no way of knowing that this was only the second penis I had ever taken into my hand.  It was a little smaller than my husband’s, but I had no idea if it was nice or not.

 

I whispered, "Johnny, I'm not a slut, I never have been;  you'll be my second.  I would never do this except for Col. Brown, but it is going to happen so let's just make the best of it."

 

I felt him relax a little more, and his finger caressed my slit through my designer slacks.  Now, his touch was different … firm but gentle.  I sighed very softly, I wasn't being turned on yet, but at least he'd stopped turning me off.  I sensed motion behind me and twisted just enough to see my husband take another long swig from his bottle.  He wasn't chugging it, quite, but it was a heck of a way to treat two-hundred dollar a bottle Scotch.

 

Johnny snaked his other arm around behind me, pulling me to him.  I felt his hand move under my blouse and cup the same breast he'd mauled earlier.  This touch was also different, he was taking my measure as a woman.  His hand was warm and his touch was sure.  His eyes met mine and they let me know that he liked what I had.  That knowledge sent a small shiver to the center of my sex.  We kissed again, and I remembered seeing a fire starting demonstration with flint and steel as a young girl scout.  The leader hadn't created a single spark but a whole shower of hot embers.  Deep inside I felt the first glow of an ember; this young man, barely past the age of scouting might get an indecent fire going yet.

 

Johnny lifted my blouse and ducked his head to take my breast into his mouth.  His lips were warm and as his tongue probed my nipples;  I was struck by how different it felt from when Rodger suckled me.  I ran my fingers through his hair drawing him to me, and I couldn't help but think that he was young enough that I might have nursed him as an infant.  That thought was as effective as a bucket of cold water on the sexual flames I'd been trying to build.  I squeezed his penis through his pants.  There could be no more effective reminder that the mouth at my breast wasn't an infant's, but it didn't help.

 

Touching the skin of Rodger's cock was always a turn on for me.  Feeling the heat of it in my hand always ignited my fires.  Summoning my courage, I unzipped him.  At first I tried to do it slowly so as not to make noise.  However, as each tooth unsnapped it sounded like a Las Vegas dealer shuffling a deck of cards.  Reaching inside, I found the opening in his boxers and a second later, I touched it.

 

I felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, my eyes were suddenly opened.  This cock was going be inside me.  It was going to be a part of me and my vagina cringed at the thought.  I almost gagged and my anus puckered as I remembered again where else this cock was going in a few minutes.  Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheek, and I knew that I would not be able to summon true passion.  I would do my mechanical best, but I didn't want this thing inside me, and I certainly didn't want what came out of it.  I just wanted this whole day to be over.

 

Johnny was searching for the zipper to my slacks, so I released his cock and reached behind me to unsnap and unzip.  It was a little difficult to do one handed, but I managed.  I never thought about what Rodger was seeing as my pants opened.  I did however, look into Edna's eyes and her tears matched my own.  I couldn't stand to face her and I twisted, pulling Johnny with me so I faced the TV again.

 

Johnny's hand slipped into my opened pants.  I felt it glide over my pubic hair and I opened my legs to allow him to touch my most private of places.  I managed to keep the blanket pulled about my neck, as I felt Johnny's finger find my opening.  I didn't realize that the blanket was resting on top of his hand, that Rodger could see every motion as Johnny fingered me.  Johnny's head was covered but the outline was clearly over my breast and blanket didn't cover the wet sounds of his mouth.

 

Unaware of the spectacle I was providing, I opened my legs further to give him room.  I wasn't completely dry, but if it had been Rodger's finger I would have asked him to wet it.  But if it had been Rodger's finger, there would have been no need to ask him to use his saliva.  Using what moisture I had, Johnny twirled my clit and it wasn't quite painful.  I pressed my hand on his to show him I wanted him to finger me more, to get me wetter before he tried to stimulate me that way.

 

As he pushed into me again, I grabbed his cock and I tried to think of times when I'd been especially turned on.  The finger inside me pinched that sensitive skin, and my mind snapped back to the first time Rodger and I … I started to say made love, but the fact is that we fucked like rabbits.  We'd gone down to Galveston and were at his family's beach house.  We'd had Chinese delivered and were on the couch watching some silly movie.  I had been wearing slacks that day too, and they were on the floor with my panties.  The subject of birth control never came up.  Rodger thought any college girl would be on the pill and I thought you couldn't get pregnant your first time.  As Rodger had entered me, my hymen tore.  It had felt like a little pinch but I was so hot I didn't even flinch.  Rodger was so hot he pounded me like a two-dollar whore and we both loved it.

 

It was only after we were finished that I realized that I'd bled like a stuck pig.  Rodger was so apologetic and embarrassed.  We had to get cleaning fluid to keep the couch from staining.  We used a towel the next time, but it wasn't needed.  Kristin was conceived that first time.  The rest of the time Rodger used condoms but it was a case of closing the barn door after the horses were out … hmmm that is a strange backwards metaphor, but remembering the episode had gotten me wet and Johnny's finger now circling my clit felt almost good.

 

Being careful to keep the blanket over me, I shifted and lifted to get my slacks and my thong off.  Again, I never thought about what the image of those clothes on the floor looked like to our respective mates.

 

While I was taking mine off, Johnny unbuckled and unbuttoned then pushed his pants and boxers down to uncover what I needed.  I crawled over him and grasped his cock.  He was wetter than I, and I used that moisture to get my slit wet.  Looking over the top of his head, I positioned his little head at my opening.  I didn't want to see his face, and I certainly didn't want to see any of the other people in the room.  I pushed down, feeling my vaginal lips separate as he began to enter me.  As his head pushed into my intimate passage, I felt my walls expand, and my skin pinch.  I was still dry, and this was more painful than losing my virginity.  I concentrated on my memories as I bobbed trying to use his moisture to wet me.  I pulled back fractionally, then pushed down on him so I could get more of his unwanted cock into me.  After a dozen painful little jabs, when he was about half way in, my own juice finally released.  I've always been what Rodger calls a juicer, and now I needed every drop.

 

It seemed an eternity later when my bottom rested on his legs, I got no clitoral stimulation in this position, and I was going to have to do all the work to make him cum.  Still, I could use the springs in the couch to help me bounce on him when he got close.  I lifted my blouse and offered my breasts to him.  He cupped my right and took my left into his mouth.  I pulled his head to me as I took long strokes almost pulling off him before I would push all the way down to his legs.  The third or fourth time I did that, I clearly heard the slapping sound of my bottom on his legs and I was too embarrassed to continue.

 

I gritted my teeth; I hated the feeling of him inside me, but the only way to get him out was to give him the pleasure of my body.  Yet I refused to let my husband hear the wet sounds of our joining and think that I was getting any pleasure from this.  With all of him inside me, I began to rotate my pelvis in the classic fuck motion, but I wasn't sure I was giving him enough stimulation to cum.  Certainly, it wasn't doing a thing for me.  His hand and mouth on my boobs felt nice but his cock might just as well have been a turd inside me.

 

It was at that moment that I had a visual image of what I was doing.  I had another man inside me, I was rutting like a bitch in heat and both our mates were less than six feet away.  I also remembered for the first time that my daughter was hearing everything too.  I stopped moving my hands covering my face in shame.  As I stopped, I became aware for the first time that Johnny was thrusting up into me, or perhaps he started when I stopped.  His movements were frantic and almost before I understood what was happening I felt the first spurts of his orgasm.

 

I'll never know where the impulse came from, but I literally hopped off him and the couch.  I fell to my knees and showing more coordination than I'd ever shown in my whole life, I got my mouth around his cock in time for the last spurt to land on my tongue.  I used my teeth to scrap it onto my lips before I wiped it off with a tissue.  I used the same tissue to clean the leakage between my legs.

 

By the time I'd finished my brain had caught up with what I was doing and I whispered very softly so Rodger couldn’t hear, " Col. Brown was just using a euphuism with his ‘leaking’ comment, an extremely crude way to say that I was totally available to you.  What just came to me was that while I have to fulfill the letter of his orders, I don’t have to do it literally.  Johnny, I understand that I need to have you cum in all three places in me, but that doesn't mean that we have to do this three times.  Or that somehow I have to hold your sperm in my mouth.

 

His eyes got big and for the first time a wry grin split his face, speaking in a normal voice he said, "No, and while he told me I had to use you, there's no reason that what the junk  has to be mine!"

 

That hit me like a thunderbolt.  I'd only been worried that it wouldn't be possible to get Johnny to three orgasms in the time that we had available.  I couldn't look at Rodger;  I had just acknowledged that I had another man's semen coming out of my mouth and vagina.  I still needed to have anal sex to fulfill my command but unless Rodger took the initiative, I would never have the courage to approach him.  I know how irrational that sounds, but it wasn’t a rational time.  My husband will help me to an orgasm with his fingers if I don’t come while he’s inside me, but he’s always very careful not to finger me when I’m ‘messy.’  Now I was messy from another man.  I didn’t want to have anal sex with Johnny, and I had to have anal sex.  As ridiculous as it sounds I couldn’t ask Rodger to take me that way, because I was too embarrassed and I was afraid I would gross him out.

 

"Mary, I'm a little chilly, would you mind sharing your blanket?  You could sit in my lap if you'd like."

 

His voice was carefully neutral and it showed only a hint of the scotch he'd consumed.

 

My heart felt like the weight of the world had been lifted.

 

"I need to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back."

 

I wrapped the blanket around me and hurried to the half bath just off the den.  I did need to pee, but I mainly wanted to wash my mouth and my bottom before I went to my husband.  As horrible as all this was, he was my rock, and I thought this meant we were okay.

 

As I was finishing, I heard Edna, get up from her recliner and say, "I think I'm going to go upstairs and use the bathroom."

 

She then quietly left the room.  I hoped Col. Brown was ready for her.

 

The first thing I noticed as I crawled onto my husband's lap was that he was completely soft.  The second thing I noticed was that he turned his face away when I tried to kiss him.  I could feel tears well up again and I buried my face in his neck I was so ashamed.

 

He whispered in my ear, "Why don't you use that sweet mouth of yours on my cock, and then we'll see if I can help you with your little problem."

 

His voice carried that same carefully neutral tone, like a drunk trying to convince a cop that he hadn't been weaving.  It was not the voice of a loving husband, and it wasn't the tone that I'd ever heard in our bedroom.

 

I’m not exactly sure what I’d expected from Rodger, I knew we’d both be a bit inhibited having anal sex in front of others.  I think it was because I needed to be loved so much by him at that moment that it hit me so hard.  I wanted to be re-assured, to be cherished to be loved and I’d gotten more attention from Johnny.  I didn’t understand, and I began to cry … again.

 

I couldn't see his expression through my tears and in the dim light, but I couldn't miss the way he was pushing me off his lap.  I felt a cold vacuum where my heart was supposed to be as I fell to my knees and waited for him to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip.  I kept telling myself that no matter how bad this coldness from my husband was, it was better than having to do this with Johnny.

 

I was battling my tears as I lowered my head to take him in my mouth.  I don't remember him ever being this soft or this small.  If it hadn’t been his scent, I might have thought I had a stranger in my mouth.  It felt so unnatural to have all of him in my mouth and have room to spare.  I wasn't sure what to do!  I'd always had to bob to get all of him in, even when he was soft.  Now it was like he'd shrunk and all I could think to do was to roll it around in my mouth with my tongue.

 

For almost two full minutes, nothing happened, and then when I was sucking with all my might, I felt a twitch.  I redoubled my efforts to wrap my tongue all the way around it while pressing my lips as tight as I could.  It twitched again and it was the size I was accustom to having when he was soft.  Now I was on familiar ground, I knew what to do.  Although it took longer than I ever remember in the past, I was able to get him to full hardness.

 

For the first time I looked up to see how he was responding and he was looking into space.  I bit my lower lip.  My every instinct was to bolt from the room.  To bury myself in my pillow and cry myself to death, but I wasn't allowed.  I had the blanket wrapped around me like a skirt, and I held it as I slowly stood.  He still wasn't looking at me and I couldn't hold back a sob.  Trying to feel like a robot on remote control, I turned so I had my back to him.  I wet two fingers and rubbed them on my anus.  Then, shifting the blanket so I could present my bare bottom to him, I maneuvered into position.  Gripping his cock, I sat back into his lap guiding it to my virgin ass.

 

The tip pushed into me and there was a terrible pain, but it was nothing to the pain I was feeling where my heart should have been.  I pushed out like I was trying to fart, a girlfriend had told me that would help and it slipped inside me.  I had to stop several times to let my rectum adjust to his size but once he was in me, it wasn't as uncomfortable as I had always imagined.  In fact I might have enjoyed the full feeling if Rodger had so much as put his hands on my hips.  Instead, his hand clutched the arms of his recliner, his knuckles white.  He never made a sound or said a single word.

 

I used my legs to 'bounce' as soon as I felt I'd adjusted to the intrusion, and again, mercifully, I felt my husband cum just minutes after I started.  Using my last reserves of willpower, I waited until I felt him give his last twitch then I stood, wrapped the blanket around me and fled to the bathroom, where I curled up on the floor and cried.  My husband had just treated me worse than he would a whore off the street.  I almost, almost wished I’d done it with Johnny.

 

I don't know how long I was in there, at least forty-five minutes.  Long enough for the mess on my thighs to dry and cake.  When gained a measure of control, I used a washrag and the sink to clean up part of the mess.  I had to move to the toilet to finish.  I wasn't leaking from Johnny, I don't thing he actually got much inside me.  My rectum was burning and I felt like I had a touch of the runs.  I must have used a half roll of paper.  The real problem came when I tried to clean my face.  Every time I looked in the mirror, a new crying jag would overtake me and that led to farts, which meant I had to clean myself all over again.

 

When I finally got control of myself, I came back out to the den and everyone was gone!  I felt a stab of terror and my mind couldn't deal with what my eyes were seeing.  I think I screamed, because the next thing I knew Kristin was there holding me.

 

"It's okay mom, Col Brown's gone, Edna and Johnny are gone too.  Dad is upstairs getting cleaned up.  I was just activating the security system.  Col. Brown gave us a number to call when we're ready.  Everything is fine he’s going to give us what we want.."

 

Everything was not fine; my husband had just told me he didn't love me, even if he hadn't spoken a word.  I'd been humiliated and I didn't know how I was going to stand it.  Thank God that Rodger walked in at that second and took me in his arms.

 

"Mary, my sweet Mary, we're going to get through this, I know you're upset, I'm upset too.  I love you, but I need to be alone for a little bit.  Kristin going to stay with you, I'm going down to the gym and work off a bit of mad, then I'll join you if you want.  We'll talk tomorrow."

 

He released me and walked away.  It was only then that I realized how stiffly and unnaturally he'd held me.  His body had spoken much louder than his voice.

 

I blinked hard, twice as I realized something else.  Rodger had used a tone of voice I've only heard three times in our marriage.  All three times, it was in the middle of huge fights and he told me he was leaving for a drive, and if I tried to stop him, he would use force.  I never know when to stop in a fight and those few times I'd gone too far and Rodger needed to get away and cool down.  Each time he'd driven off and come back a few hours later and we'd worked things out.

 

Now, I needed desperately for him to hold me to tell me he was coming back.  I felt so filthy and I needed him to help me get clean.  I broke down when he turned the corner without looking back.

 

Kristin was supporting me with her arms when she whispered, "Come on mom, let's get you into a shower, you smell a bit rank and you'll feel better when you're clean.  Then we'll talk;  daddy's not going to leave, but you can understand why he might want to be alone for a bit, surely."

 

Honestly, I didn't want to understand, I wanted my rock with me to support me and I hated myself when I broke down and cried the way I was now.  I was very sore, but I also needed for my husband to make love to me.  I wasn't horny in a way I'd ever been before, but I'd been asked to choose between a first class round the world cruise and my husband inside me … there just wouldn't be a decision to make.  I still felt that terrible emptiness inside, and only Rodger inside me could fill it.

 

When you have no choice, you can do things you never though possible.  I would not have believed I could walk, even with Kristin's help, up the stairs and then to our bedroom suite.  I'm sure I couldn't take off my blouse and jacket, much less find a way into the shower.  Kristin literally held me up as the hot water pulsed over me.  I had no more strength than a baby as she began to use the shower wand to clean me.  It didn't even register at the time that she used the hardest setting and for all practical purposes gave me an enema and douche.  She washed my hair and my face, then moved me into our two-man tub with underwater jets.  Kristin joined me and as I let the water pulse over me, I felt my mind go mercifully blank.

 

I'm not sure I slept, but when I became aware of my surroundings again, Kristin was giving me a cup of coffee made with twice the cream and three times the sugar that any sane person puts in, just the way I like it.  I still felt extreme ennui, but I'd recovered from the seamless void I'd retreated into.  I wasn't even aware that my eyes had never stopped crying.

 

Kristin helped me out of the tub and dried me off with one of the big fluffy towels I love, then helped me into my favorite nightgown, the one I call my Mother Hubbard.  I know I was acting catatonic, but actually, I felt more like when they'd given me too much pain medicine after Kristin was born.  Except that then, even with the all the body changes, I hadn't felt as empty inside.

 

I think Kristin was leading me to bed when I felt Rodger's arms around me and his cheeks next to my neck.

 

His cheek was wet, which made no more sense than when he said, "Mary, I'm so sorry, I've always thought I was strong enough for anything, but I wasn't strong enough to keep from raping you."

 

I whirled and I slapped him so hard my hand stung.  I had no idea I was going to do that, but I certainly knew why.

 

 "Don't you ever use that term for what you did!  Is that why you wouldn't hold me or love me?  Didn't you know how much I wanted you then?  Do you think it mattered where?  Oh you damn fool!"

 

I thrust my self into his arms, and much to my surprise I cried.  I know it's hard to believe but I probably had only cried two dozen times since I got married, but these were tears of relief.  What Johnny had done to me was a kind of rape, not by Johnny but by Col. Brown.  What my dear Rodger had done was an act of kindness.

 

I don't remember Kristin leaving but Rodger and I were in bed alone.  He told me that the anger he'd needed to work off hadn't been at me but at himself.  He told me that Col. Brown had come and apologized to him, and to Johnny.  He'd offered to talk to me but Kristin had begged him not to.  “Mary, I don’t understand it, I accept that he’s a better man than I, but I don’t understand how I react to him.  When we were in the den and … and Johnny and I were doing what we did, I was resolved to kill him.  I knew I couldn’t do it myself, but I swore that if it took every dollar I had or could borrow I’d hire enough people to kill him.  Then, Edna came down and he talked to Johnny and I saw Johnny slug me, then they shook hands and they left smiling.  Seeing that smile I was almost ready to kill Johnny too.  I don’t want that man in my house, ever.  Edna’s welcome, but he’s not.  It’s not his fault, but …

 

Rodger, took several seconds to compose himself, then continued, “He came over to me and we talked about the child you and I are going to have, to raise.  He made me feel proud of what we’re going to do, and I felt so sorry for him.

 

"I'm not sure what's going on with him Mary, I don't think he understands it either.  He said that he had been reacting to everything like he hadn't slept in three days.  He gave me the most heart felt apology I've ever heard.  He forced me to spill the spleen I’d bottled up over what he’d done.  He almost had tears in his eyes and asked what he could do to make it right.  He gave me a blank check on himself, and it was everything I could do to keep from tearing up.  Then he forced me to slug him in the gut.  It felt like I was hitting a brick wall but I was able to forgive him.  I never had to forgive you, you didn't do anything wrong.  I just wish I'd had …"

 

I'd never hit my husband, except for that slap but I did then.  I hit him as hard as I could in his stomach.  He wasn't expecting it and he curled up into the fetal position for almost a minute.

 

When our eyes met, I said, "Since that seemed to help you with Col. Brown maybe this will help you with me.  I will allow you to apologize, one time for being a bad lover in the den, I will not hear of anything else!  If you ever try to imply what you did earlier, my next shot will be lower … and I don't want to cut off my nose to spite my face."

 

I knew I'd hurt Rodger, but as the last words registered I saw that gleam in his eye that told me he understood.  We made love, it was very private and it was wonderful.  Just before Rodger entered me I had asked him to give us a baby and we made love to make life.  That's a special tenderness that can only happen when you first make that decision.

 

I was still on the pill and I know intellectually that I didn't get pregnant that night.  I got pregnant two weeks later while Rodger was on a week-long business trip.  I'm glad I'd talked to Edna and knew what to expect.  I've been more emotionally involved in a pap smear. 

 

I was nervous when I answered the door for Col. Brown.  He was a stranger and he felt like a stranger, not someone coming to share my body and give me a child.  I had prepared a guest suite with candles and soft music just in case he wanted them, but I don’t think they even registered on him.  We went up to a guest suite, and we didn’t even hold hands.  He told me to lift my dress and take off my panties.  He twirled his finger to show me that I was to turn around.  He told me spread my legs, bend over and brace myself on a chair.

 

I’ve already said that I don’t enjoy oral sex.  So the closest I came to any emotion was when he kneeled behind me intending to do just that.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to prepare myself.  As odd as it sounds his tongue lapping and mashing my twat lips wasn’t even sexual.  A different texture and I might have been washing myself with a flannel.  He seemed more interested in working his saliva into me than in sexual stimulation.  I felt that pinch that I knew was ovulation, and I must have reacted, because he asked me if I’d just ovulated.  He stood used his hands to adjust me for his entry and pushed into me.  I was surprised that his entry was very easy, I was so lose I could barely feel him.  He wasn’t small, the largest of my small sample, but I would have sworn I would have been very dry and very tight.  As soon as he was fully inside me,  he came.  Normally I would have thought it was a case of premature ejaculation, but as he pulled out I heard him mumble, something I couldn’t quite hear, and somehow I knew that he’d come to expect sex to be nothing but minimalist procreation.  I went to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out, he was gone.  It was the oddest experience I’ve ever had, and I don’t just mean sexual experience. 

 

He had apologized when he came in the door and aside from instructions on taking off my panties; the only things he'd said to me were about loving the child.  I would have been devastated if he hadn’t come, but I was very glad he was gone.  I've said I don't cry, but when I heard the longing in his voice for a child, he promised never to see … well to use a tired old phrase, "I felt his pain."

 

That was a week ago, and my period is a week late.  I had been due to start the day after Col. Brown and I ‘got together.’  I talked to Dr. Dickson about it and she said she thought that an enzyme in Col. Brown’s body fluids acts like a fertility drug causing women to ovulate.  I don’t know abut that I just am sure I did.  Johnny and Edna are back from their honeymoon and she is pregnant.  So is Kristin, yesterday, just after midnight on her eighteenth birthday.  I keep trying to be unhappy about that, but I can't be.  We have the resources to raise that child, and any man that Kristin marries would have to accept a cuckoo in his nest anyway, so this might make it easier.  Honestly, I'm more upset that she'll be having a little girl than a little boy.  I had no idea she was sexual active.  Rodger has had a few bad days, I have had a few nightmares about what happened in the den, but none since Col. Brown apologized to me.  Call me Pollyanna, but I believe that tests that don't break you make you stronger.  We have three wonderful little girls coming into our lives that will truly be special, probably the top three babies born this year worldwide!  On the scales of my life, that joy is like a cannon ball and the pain is like a feather.  The only one I really feel sorry for is Col. Brown.  I don't like him very much, but I do feel sorry for him.

 

 

 

 

Last April she had gotten her first email from the mysterious “Friend” she had been instantly intrigued.  A faceless person who seemed to understand everything Sandy was going through.  It was like she didn’t even need to say things.  It was like “Friend” knew and understood her deepest thoughts.

Back then Sandy’s biggest concern was of the string of robberies.  She had lots of possessions and she hated the idea of losing any.  The fact is “Friend” supplied stats and info about the robberies that had helped Sandy convince her dad of the need for a security system.  With Dr. Demmer purchasing an elaborate security system was crucial to having almost every home in town getting there own.  Dr. Demmer was considered a trend setter and a very wise man.  So people felt safe following his example.

Sandy recalled how “Friend” had actually correctly predicted Mike’s need to go all the way and in his own way “Friend” had helped to protect Sandy’s virginity.  Mike had kept his own secret after that night, one he shared with only Paul.  To Mike Sandy was the most exciting girl in the world but… she was a poor lay.  That when she had been giving him a hand job getting him ready she had never been more exciting.  That was one reason he had kept going but when he had entered her she didn’t seem to respond.  He was humping but she wasn’t working with him.  Truth is told he felt it was like sticking his cock in a tree stump.  The tightness felt great and he knew he was her first but from the waist down it was like she was paralyzed.  It was almost like having sex with 2 different girls or that Sandy had just changed personalities.

Sandy often thought about who her special “Friend” might be.  She suspected friend was a shy boy who had a crush on her and this was how he let his feelings out.  But somehow that just didn’t fit.  She had asked “Friend” to talk about who he (or perhaps she) was.  “Friend” never answered any questions about him/herself.  Wouldn’t even say whether “Friend” was male or female or even give an age.  Sandy fantasized that she was chatting with an all powerful oracle or maybe an angel.

Sandy hurried over to her computer hoping if she sent the email now “Friend” might not notice her tardiness.  She knew, deep down inside, that “Friend” would know.  Heck the flashing light on her computer showed she had a message.  She tried fooling herself by thinking I could have gotten an email from anyone that’s why the lights blinking.  She logged on and even her slight hopes were dashed there was an email from “Friend”.  This one was a little different.  The return addresses on the previous emails, at least the ones she remembered checking had come from the school.  This one had as its return address the church.  She had never gotten a message from the church before.  Was it a coincidence she was just thinking about angels or was it something more?

The content of the email hit Sandy like a punch in the stomach.  She felt a little sick after reading it but forced herself to reread the short email.  It said “Sandy I have tried to be your friend but still you forget about me.  Maybe next time I should just let Mike and Paul rape you.  I told you to write me after your date last night without fail.  I did not receive an email from you so I think it best if we stop chatting.  I like to think of myself as kind hearted so I will give you only one chance.  If you want our chats to continue be at church for mass and pray for forgiveness.  If your not there or are late I will know and we will never speak again.  I need to know I have your absolute trust and that you will always do what I tell you no matter what.  I’m trying to guide you and to do that I need our wills to be one.  (signed) “Fading Friend”.

Sandy felt horrible.  She was on the verge of losing her best friend, her confidant, her advisor, her angel.  She couldn’t take it after losing Mandy to lose “Friend” too.  She looked at the clock it read 8:50 and thought oh no please go no!  Mass started promptly at 9.  She was still in her night shirt.  She hadn’t showered.  Her hair was a rat’s nest.  Her breath was morning breath.  And she only had 10 minutes and the church was a 5-10 minute walk away!  Sandy jumped up and ran to her closet.  The first dress her hand closed on she pulled out and put on, then she grabbed her hair brush and ran for the front door.  Her family had already left for church.  She hurried down the side walk dry brushing her hair knowing it wasn’t doing much good as she encountered plenty of tangles.  She wasn’t even aware of what she was wearing only that it was a dress.  As she arrived at the church she got plenty of attention and many openly stared at her.  She saw her family and hurried over to their pew.  Sandy hadn’t been to church in 4 years.  She genuflected upon entering the pew then dropped to her knees in pray.  She had once known the words to some pray but they escaped her now.  She only hoped if “Friend” was watching he/she/it would approve.

While Sandy had still lay slumbering next door the Molnars were up early.  Pastor had left to meditate at the church, which was in fact his church now.  He had shared with his wife how he had planned to call her and the kids up to the altar to introduce the whole family at once to the congregation.  Pam Molnar thought it was a fine idea but advised him to let it be a surprise to the children.  She was worried Judy would be too nervous and that Jimmy might dream up some kind of stunt.  Pam kissed Pastor as he left and started breakfast for the family.

Judy had awoken to a room filled with sunlight.  She remembered falling asleep while reading; her parents must have just let her sleep.  Judy was hot from lying in bed in direct sunshine still in her baggy and hot sweatshirt.  She got up and pulled it off.  She stretched and sat there a few moments trying to get used to her surroundings.  It hadn’t hit her that mom hadn’t put curtains up in her room.  She wanted to take a shower so without thinking she stood and unhooked her bra wanting a fresh bra for church.  She was slipping it off when she heard a noise and glancing toward her door she noticed it was partially open.  Judy jumped was someone spying?  She quickly turned her back to the door but because the room was small doing that made her face directly in front of the window.  She realized anyone might look in on her (Gus was watching and taking pictures).  She grabbed her robe and quickly pulled it on.  Judy gathered her stuff and decided changing in the bathroom was the best idea.

Jimmy had gotten up earlier than Judy.  Over the past couple years he had gotten the habit of getting up logging on and checking his emails to see if he had been sent any news on his role playing game.  If he had stopped to think a moment he would have been less hopeful as no one knew his email address here, well almost no one.  There was Gandalf he was almost certainly Dan or Doug the boys next door.  He laughed to himself at there referring to themselves as Master Mind.  He could teach these dumb hick boys a few tricks in the role playing game.  When he opened his email he was elated to see he had a message.  Yup it was from Gandalf just like he figured.  But the message seemed strange.  He frowned then giggled as he read it.  It started out with a suggestion on what he was doing wrong in the game “…take the right fork and although the axe is most powerful don’t forget the bow…”  But then it changed it told him (it actually sounded like an order) to go take his shower immediately, he wouldn’t be sorry, and then come back and maybe he’d have another email.  Jimmy figured why not he had to shower before church anyway so why not right now.

Jimmy showered quickly wondering what the email meant about not being sorry he showered right now.  Would he get another email?  How would Dan or Doug know what he did inside his house?

Jimmy had finished his shower and was hurrying back to his room anticipating what he might find.  He was passing Judy’s room.  Her door was partially open.  Curiosity got the best of him and he peeked in.  “Holy Cow!!!” there was Judy in her bra and she was unhooking it!  Jimmy watched as her perpetually tanned breasts, Judy just had a naturally darker skin tone, came out of her bra cups.  He would curse himself later but he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as her brown nipples were exposed to his eager eyes.  Judy had heard something he dashed into his room, the bulge in his underwear pointing the way.  But how?  How could Dan or Doug no he’d see Judy’s boobs (complete with nipple shot thank you very much).  Could Gandalf be someone or even something else?  Maybe Gandalf was a real wizard!  Maybe he could see the future and know what’s going to happen!

Jimmy was rubbing his bulge as he hurried to his computer.  At 12 Jimmy wasn’t a stranger to masturbation but he seldom did it.  The risk was great that dad might walk in.  He rechecked his email and sure enough there was a new email waiting for him.  He opened it and read.  “Judy’s boobs are awesome man!  I bet you liked your up close look!  Bet you need to rub out a load right now.  Hell I bet you are right now!  Well don’t worry the old man already left and what the heck you got that wet towel to clean up.  Go for it dude!  Just remember I did you a favor by letting you get a look so you owe me.  Your dads going to call the whole family to the altar at church today.  Trip and push Judy so she leans over the communion rail then every body will get a look at how big they are.  Course they won’t get the view you got!  Don’t let me down if you want any more free looks.  (signed) Gandalf.

The bells signaling the church service is beginning can be heard.  The congregation is still buzzing over Sandy’s entrance in a bride’s maid’s gown that her mother had been storing in Sandy’s closet.  It looks ridiculous on Sandy.  And look at her hair it’s a mess.  The comments running through the congregation range from giggles to outrage.  The one person most pleased from Sandy’s entrance is Judy.  Judy had felt like everyone was staring at her checking out the new family.  Since that day when she was 6 and her life had changed she was never good in public situations.

Pastor Molnar walked out and greeted the congregation.  As was the usual he then read a list of announcements, most were just who was in the hospital, and who had gotten back home, and a church supper.  When he finished the announcements he asked his wife and children to join him so he could introduce everyone at once.  Pam, of course, expected this but the children’s reaction were quite different.  Judy looked close to a panic attack.  Jimmy looked a little confused.  How could Gandalf have known?  He must be a real wizard.  Jimmy decided right then he must do as Gandalf ordered.

Pam led the way up to her husband.  The group had chosen to sit in the 5th pew as that would be a respectful distance.  Passing the first pew and turning to walk to her husband Pam was a little distance in front of her children.  Judy being shy was dragging her feet and Jimmy was right behind her.  As soon as mom had turned the corner and before Judy could Jimmy tripped and accidentally pushed Judy forward.  Judy could only stumble one step forward before she hit the communion rail and had no chance of stopping herself.  The communion rail hit Judy in the stomach.  For a moment Jimmy thought he had pushed her to hard and she’d go over.  He hurried and grabbed Judy to keep her from doing just that.  Judy’s formless dress pulled tight at the waist and a large portion of the congregation was treated to Judy’s large breasts, outlined by her dress pulling tight, hanging down.  Jimmy had exceeded Gandalf’s instruction because by seeming to help her he had actually held her there a few extra seconds.

As father introduced his family Judy’s face was crimson mask from her blushing.  She couldn’t bring herself to look up.  If she had she might have seen a large portion of the congregation was indeed looking at her now shapeless chest and remembering what they had seen.

After service was almost as bad as the entire Molnar family had to stand at the exit and shake hands.  Most smirked at Jimmy, either thinking he was a clumsy young man, or thinking he had planned what he had done.  Most smiled at Judy trying to keep eye contact, most failing at least a little and glancing at her chest.  For the parents it was mostly “Nice sermon Pastor” and “Ma’am” to Pam.

Gus Gully was at the back of the line of parishioners exiting the church.  If any friends and neighbors were watching they’d have commented about how his limp seemed much worse today.  Gus wasn’t hurting more than usual but he was going for sympathy from the Molnars.  Gus had been receiving his own emails from a mystery source.  His emails have alternating return addresses one is the local liquor store, another is a bar Gus frequents, and another is from an adult bookstore and novelty shop almost 50 miles away.  In each case he had been given times when looking out his window, with his binoculars would be to his advantage.  He had thought it was all a joke.  He only followed up on the first one because he was low on cash and just sitting home anyway when the time rolled around.  So he had looked out the window expecting nothing.  He got a shock and a thrill when he saw Mandy out there Giving Paul first a hand job and finished him in her mouth.  Her blouse was wide open and her little breasts buds stood out.  Gus whipped his own cock out and stroked it hoping he could get off before the show ended.  It was a little hard to see and he remembered much to his chagrin, the email had suggested binoculars (later emails would suggest a camcorder with a tripod).  After that first email Gus never missed doing as he was instructed.  The emails he receives are signed Dark Knight, he thinks maybe it’s from some old cop buddies.

Last night Gus had been instructed to watch the Molnar house.  After watching Judy read and marveling at the sight of the way her sweatshirt had pulled tight outlining Judy’s breasts he had a ding.  He had received an email.  He had been idly stroking his cock but not much about the view was changing he decided to check the email.  The email was from Dark Knight it instructed Gus to get some sleep as he had an early morning on Sunday.  Gus was confused early morning hell Sundays he slept till noon.  The email said Gus would enjoy the sunrise watching it break on Judy’s peaks.  Gus decided he should try for a little sleep.  Dark Knight had instructed Gus to set a clock for 6AM.  Gus found sleeping difficult but didn’t want to jerk off till his mysterious emailer said too.  At 6 Gus woke he looked out the window Judy was just waking up.  Then oh god she pulled her sweat shirt off.  Gus had his cock in his fist stroking but after a stretch Judy turned her back to the window.  Gus mutter over and over, “oh please turn around let me shoot my big load on those big melons come on big tits…”  As if by magic (he didn’t know Judy had heard a noise she quickly turned and faced directly at the window.  For a moment the rising sun showed directly on Judy’s exposed breasts as Gus watched.  Gus let loose his biggest orgasm in as long as he could remember.  Saying “oh thank you god” as he came.

When he went to his computer an email from Dark Knight was waiting.  It said “Wasn’t that a Kodak moment.  Bet your facing a big clean up.  But you better get a move on.  Time to thank god in person you’re heading to church.  So clean up and don’t be late.  Oh and by the way I think your injury is going to be an extra bad today better bring your cane.  Who knows you could check into getting some domestic help, some young female domestic help.

So as Gus hobbles toward the church exit he drops his cane he grabs for it but his hat falls.  Judy comes to his aid catching both the cane and the hat.  Gus smiling looking only into Judy’s eyes says “Oh thank you little lady I could sure use someone like you to stop over and do a spot of housework maybe even cook a little”.  Pastor has heard about Gus and everything he’s heard has been positive.  When Gus adds “that he might be able to pay Judy a little something out of his disability pension”.  Pastor jumps in saying Judy is starting school tomorrow but maybe something could be worked out for after school.  Gus senses their hesitancy and jumps in saying you could all come over I guess you could see first hand why this old bachelor could really use a hand.  “Well perhaps we could pay you a small visit” Judy’s mom chimes in.  When Gus says we could go there right now, he knows Pastor cannot leave the church till he makes sure the candles are all out and the church is secure.  Is pleased when Pastor says “Well I suppose we might stop by in about half an hour but we’ll only be able to stay a moment as were expected at the mayors for dinner.  Gus is elated and says “Fine, fine that would be just fine”.

Gus hurries home he wants to make sure things like his binoculars are away and anything else incriminating.  Gus is not a slob but knows that making that impression would show how desperately he needs the help.  He puts ketchup on plates and sticks them in the microwave till the ketchup hardens and it resembles old unwashed spaghetti sauce.  He piles dirty dishes in the sink.  He dumps mostly clean clothes in a laundry basket by the door to the basement like its too painful for him to go down stairs and wash clothes.  He is shooting for the moon but even if he is shot down he expects Pastor’s wife will come over and clean for him.  She may be getting a little old for his tastes, Gus prefers young well endowed girls, and maybe a few pounds past her prime but he can still see the hottie in her.

Gus’s house usually fairly tidy is a mess when Pastor’s family arrives.  Pastor chuckles “saying it’s not too bad”.  Pam, Pastor’s wife, is looking around like a contractor preparing to bid on a job evaluating the home.  Judy is standing quietly but at least her head is up and she’s mostly smiling.  Jimmy seems to be the most truthful one when he says “oh gross!”  Pam finally says with an embarrassed grin on her face “you might need a whole cleaning crew if the rest of the house is like this”.  Gus is still pretending his arthritis is flaring up says “please look around all you want I have nothing to hide.  But if you don’t mind I need to take a rest”.  Pam is still evaluating the living room and kitchen.  Pastor checks his watch.  Jimmy seems bored.  Judy is watching Gus through lowered eyelids.  Gus takes advantage that Judy is the only one looking and takes out a bottle of pills.  He makes a production out of trying to get up.  Judy asks “Mr. Gully can I get a glass of water for you sir?”  Gus settles back and says smiling “you’re an angel child a real down from heaven angel”.

Pastor reminds his wife of there commitment as she starts wandering toward the stairs.  She tells her husband that Gus really does need help.  But maybe the job is a little big for just Judy.  Pastor agrees it’s a big house and big job but he indicates Judy who is bringing Gus a glass of water.  “I think she made her first friend here I think this might be good for her.  Pam smiles and can do nothing but agree.  She say’s “well the final decision is Judy’s”.  They ask Judy and she says it might be could having something to do.  Dad cautions that school work comes first and if Judy’s grades slip she’ll have to stay home.  The Molnar family leaves for there dinner date promising to send Judy over after school the next day.  Gus is a very happy man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

about 2 weeks later matthew was in his boring school not paying attention to his boring class except staring at the hot girls ass who sat in front of him. But he did here something when the teacher assigned group projects  o shit he though now i gotta do a stupid project and fail probly... he was surprised when he herd that he was grouped with Alohi and Megan " hell ya he thought"

after class megan came up to him and said meet me and alohi at my house after school so we can get this stupid thing done "ok" matt said.

when he got dropped off at megans house he walked in and rememberd he had those 2 pills his stepbrother had given him and thought this may be his chance. the door opened "come on in said megan i told my parents we wud be working on the project for about 2 hours so they went out. "cool" matt said "wud u like some soda?" " sure" megan led him to the living room and there was alohi the hottest hawian girl he had ever seen kinda short with dark brown hair and the best ass a guy cud ever fuck" as he sat down megan set down 3 cans of soda for them then she said " mattt me and alohi have to go upstairs for a minute cud  u hold on?" uhh o..k? said matt " she laughed just hold on a min" "ok" they walked up and matt new this was the chance he had to do it he quickly pulled out of his bag the two pills and put them into each of the girls drinks he hoped that they were quick dissolving. he sat there getting a hard on just thinking about if it worked.

When they came back they sat there drank soda and talked about the project matt was talking to alohi at the time when suddenly he saw her eyes blink 3 times fast" "are you ok she said" she said yaa i just feel a little weird" "me too said megan" Matt smiled and knew it was working" he then looked at megan and said "megan your so fucking hot" and quickly leaned in for a kiss" the pill over took her and she and him kissed for about 4 mins matt then grabbed her breast and squezed it. "HEY!" she said what are u doing she pushed his hand away "what" matt said " you dont like it" NO! she said "but you do like it" she then had a quick look like she was unsure of herself" he then leaned in for a kiss and they started kissing again" Megan was going out with a boy named kevin they havnt had sex but word around the school was that they were planning too

Megan said :" stop if kevin finds outt..." matt then said " you are quickly forgetting about kevin and replacing those thoughts for lust for me" she then said "no what is going on" matt said" nothign you have always felt this way for me hvnt you" Megan said " no" " matt then started to finger megan  "no she said with her certanty gettting weaker and weaker" "No? said matt you want it this is what you want" "oo" she moaned "megan" said alohi what are u doing?" Matt quickly looked at alohi and said "you are forgetting everything and replacing all your memorys and thoughts with lust for me and megan you want us to fuck you and you want to fuck us so bad" alohi said"no" "no" no" matt moved in and grabbed her breats and kissed her "yes" said matt" "matt fu fuc.. fuck me" said alohi: "alohi" said mat "yes?" "tell me that you want to give me control u want to let me do whatever i want to you" "i want you to do whatever you want to me mat i want ur body" said alohi

by this time megan was already fingering herself

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