My name is Richard and I have a story I would like to share with you all. It's about an event one year ago on Christmas Eve involving my gorgeous daughter. Before I explain the memorial events of that day, I feel it's best to describe Eve (my daughter) and myself.

I am 36 years old and weigh in at a little over 200LBS. I am 6'1” and visit the gym regularly and because of that, am in good shape. I am Caucasian, have green eyes and blond hair. I am clean shaved. Now I won't boast and claim to have the biggest cock known to man (or women) but I am equipped with 7” of meat.

My daughter Eve... she is extremely beautiful. She is 15 now. She started to blossom at an early age just like her mother. She is about 5'5” and is also extremely fit. She has been in Tae-Kwon-Do since she was 5 years old so she works out a lot. She has blue eyes and blond hair and the sexiest smile. She has flawless C-cup breasts and the cutest ass imaginable!

It all started the morning of the day in question. It was early, around 7AM and we were getting ready to go see her mother. We divorced three years ago because of her addiction to cocaine and her affair with a guy named Alec. After a long and exhausting legal battle, I gained complete custody of Eve. Unfortunately, she was granted supervised visitation rights to Eve five days a year.

I had finished showering, shaving, and had already dressed in my nicest suit. I have always been an extremely classy person but I tried to look even better every time we visited that cunt Eve called a mother. I wanted her to feel like the two-cent-cum-guzzling-gutter-slut she really was. Eve however had just finished her shower when I called out to her. What is it with female species and why do they always take an eternity to get showered and dressed? I went downstairs and made poured myself another cup of coffee.

About forty minutes later, give or take an hour... she finally came downstairs. By then, I had finished three or four cups of coffee and read the morning paper. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I laid my eyes upon her. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black skirt which I thought was a little two reveling and matching top. Her blond hair flowed freely down her back, stopping just above her ass. She had put on some makeup which added to her dazzling beauty.

'Morning Dad!' she exclaimed as she came over and gave me a hug and a small peck on the cheek. As she did this, unintentionally she gave me a birds eye view down her shirt. Without realizing it, I stared for quite some time. Finally, I was awoken from my trance to her breaking the embrace and asking if I had made her a hot chocolate like I usually do in the morning.

'Sorry Eve... it completely slipped my mind this morning..' I said in a sympathetic tone, suddenly feeling like I had failed as a father. She perked up and said I could make it up to her with breakfast and a hot chocolate. I happily agreed and finished my coffee.

At this point, it was almost 9AM and we were running a little late so I suggested we leave. I made a short dash up stairs to grab my wallet, keys, and coat. On my way down, she apparently had grabbed her coat and purse and was waiting at the entrance to the garage. 'Hurry up! I am hungry!' she said while pouting and making me feel guilty. 'I am coming, be patient!' I cheered back, reaching the door and opening it.

'Are we taking the Wrangler or Tacoma daddy?' she inquired. I made a motion towards the Wrangler and before I had even reached the drivers side, she had already taken seat and got comfortable. 'Very funny. Now move over. You are not driving...' I said, trying to sound in charge. She faked a sniffle and started to climb over the small obstacle. My Jeep was a manual transmission and I had included a nice center divider. As she climbed over it, she inadvertently shoved her ass towards me. It was only there for a few moments before I was finally able to climb in and get situated.

After we got settled, I started to open the garage door. To my total and utter surprise, a foot of snow came rushing in. 'The weather channel said we were going to get a few inches...' Eve chipped in and caused me to groan. I should have taken a look before we even got dressed. I unbuckled myself and stepped out of the Jeep to get a better look at the situation. Not only did a foot of snow blanket the ground, but it was still falling. It had turned into a complete blizzard. I made my way back to the Jeep and informed Eve to call her mother and tell her we can't make it. The expression on Eve's face told the story. She was delighted with the information. I can't say I really blame her. 'I'll call her right away daddy!' she said and climbed out of the Jeep. As she made her way inside, I glanced back towards the icy hell outside and whispered a soft 'thank you god...' before closing the garage door and made my way back inside behind her.

A few hours had passed after I ended the conversation with Eve's mother with a simple 'Fuck off and have a great day, cunt!' on the phone. The bitch deserved it after calling me an incompetent father who told his daughter to lie about being snowed in and that she would see me in court. I yawned and decided a nap would be a good idea so I started to make my way up stairs. As I passed by Eve's room, something caught my attention immediately. I heard a soft moaning coming from her room.

Her door was slightly ajar which I thought was somewhat odd considering she usually kept it completely closed. As I peeked through the door, what I became a witness to changed my life forever. Spread out on her bed, Eve laid nude. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily and covered in a sweat. Her breasts were in full view and her nipples were hard. Every so often, I could hear a moan. As if that wasn't enough, she was holding a blue vibrator against her clit!

I had never considered my loving innocent daughter in a sexual way until that moment. God forgive me, I am going to hell when I die. I became a voyeur for the second time that day. And now I craved my daughter in a lustful and sinful way. I don't know what came over me as I watched Eve, but I reached down and released my cock and started stroking it. I could tell she was nearing climax and I wanted to be there with her. As I watched her violate herself, I stroked my cock with renewed abandon. Finally, she came and her moans became louder. I watched as she buried her face in her pillow to silence her pleasure. I couldn't resist anymore and finally blew my own load. I attempted to catch it but was too slow and most of my seed landed on her door and the floor. I panicked and used my tie to clean it up as quickly as possible before making a hasty retreat to the secrecy of the bathroom.

For about twenty minutes, I leaned against the sink and tried to make sense of what I just witnessed. 'She is your daughter! It's incest! Don't even think about it!' I said to myself over and over. No matter how hard I tried, the image of Eve on her bed masturbating, of her nude body... my sexual desire was more than present. Finally, my other head won it's victory and I came to the realization I needed her. I would have her and she would enjoy every second of it.

I went downstairs and got myself a bottle of water. On my way back up to prepare, I passed Eve. She still looked flushed but managed to tell me she was getting something to eat. 'Of course she's a little hungry after all that!' I thought to myself and claimed I was a little tired and was going to take a nap. She said after she ate, she was going to do the same. It was almost too good to be true. I would take a short nap and with any luck when I awoke, she'd be passed out and asleep and I would make my move. I headed upstairs and went directly to bed, after setting my alarm to go off one hour later.

I awoke to an irritating but all too familiar beeping and quickly turned it off as not to wake her. After chugging the bottle of water and waking up a little, I quietly crept across the hall and into Eve's room. She was asleep just like I had hoped. Making little noise, I moved to her bed and looked down at my sleeping beauty. I condemned myself and my behavior and accepted my fate. I knelt down and gently fondled her breasts through her nightgown. They were so soft... I had to feel them. I slowly lowered the covers down to her ankles, and traced my hand up along the insides of her leg, lifting her nightgown with it. To my shock, she was wearing a real lacy pair of panties but I decided to wait and continued moving her nightgown upwards. After it was just above her navel, I reached under it and cupped one of her breasts. They felt great... soft, but pert. I couldn't resist and pinched one of her nipples.

I guess the fondling of her breasts had started to wake her because the next thing I knew, she was looking up at me with a horrified look. 'STOP!' was all she had time to say before I climbed on top of her and silenced her with a quick smack. As horror filled her face, and her eyes grew bug-eyed, I knelt down and whispered 'It'll be great.. Just enjoy it..'. I knew my words would do nothing to calm her. Without hesitation, I tore at her nightgown. She was sobbing uncontrollably and yelling at me to stop, and telling me this was wrong. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

After shredding her nightgown to pieces, she laid exposed. Her breasts uncovered, and the only thing covering her most sacred part was a lacy pair of panties. Leaning down, I took her left nipple between my teeth and nursed on it. My tongue circled and flicked at it. If this did condemn me to hell, then so be it. I'll gladly surf the lake of fire. She was trying to push me away but I would not be denied. I reached up and took hold on her hands, holding then both without too much effort with one hand. With the other, I reached down and slid it into her panties. I heard a small gasp from her when my finger touched her clit and started gently rubbing it. I moved upward, my hand still buried deep between her legs and tried to kiss her. She moved her head to the side evading my attempt.

I pulled my hand from between her legs and grabbed a hold of her jaw and made her look at me. I pressed my lips against hers and allowed my tongue to dance on her lips. Her refusal to obey angered me further so I reached up and pinched her nose closed. After a few moments, she had to open her mouth to breathe and I took advantage of the instant. I shoved my tongue into her mouth to free explore and moved my hand back down to her breasts, where I fondled each.

I leaned back and broke the kiss, and moved her arms down. I pinned them to her bed using my knees and my weight and looked down at her. 'Daddy... please... this isn't right! Let me go! I won't tell anybody! I swear! PLEASE' she sobbed, looking up at me. It was obvious she was hurt and scared but I didn't care. I removed my shirt and reached down, ripping her panties. It took me a few moments but finally I managed to tear them off. By now she had shut her eyes tightly and was again screaming. This time however, I took the remains of her panties and shoved them into her mouth. I was tired of hearing her.

I climbed off of her and went for a pillowcase. Before I knew it, she was off the bed and making a mad dash for the door. I reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her to scream through the gag. I shoved her back onto the bed and quickly restrained her hands behind her with the pillowcase. She was thrashing about, screaming something mad. I think she said something about never forgiving me but I doubt I'll ever know for sure.

I picked her up into my arms and carried her across the hall and into my room. I threw her onto the bed where she curled up into a fetal position. 'Don't worry baby... I promise I won't hurt you. Daddy just needs this. You'll like it baby. Don't resist.' I said trying to be as soothing as possible. Why I wasted my time, I really don't know. It was fruitless. As I made my way towards her, an idea came to me. I smiled towards her and moved to my closet. I retrieved a tripod and video camera. It took me a few minutes to set it up and I am pretty sure I ruined my bootleg of Star Wars: Attack of the Clones but the movie sucked anyway.

After positioning the camera just right as to capture every moment, I moved towards the bed. I stripped my clothing off and reached out, grabbing her by the hair. Pulling her from the bed, I forced her down to her knees and removed her panties from her mouth. 'Have you ever given a blow-job before Eve?' I asked, looking down at her with the kindest expression. Her eyes were focused on my imposing cock but somehow she managed to to whisper 'No'.

'Good, then this will be a first. Taste it..' I whispered, looking down at her. She looked up at me, pleading with me not to do this. 'Now..' I said, sternly. I pulled her head closer to my member using my grip on her hair. She squealed a little but I think she got the message. She stuck her tongue out timidly and gently touched the head of my rock hard cock with it. 'Oh yes baby girl... now lick the shaft..' I moaned. Obediently, she allowed her tongue to explore and run along the bottom of my shaft causing me to groan.

'Good girl... now take it into your mouth... bite me... and you will regret it...' I said, pulling her head back a little. She groaned and looked up at me, again begging me not to go through with this. I used my free hand to rub the head of my cock against her lips and asked her to take it into her mouth for a second time. Again, she refused to part her lips and instead looked away. I pulled on her hair hair, yanking her head back. As she went to scream, I silenced her by sliding the head of my cock into her mouth. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was ready to cum. She tried to pull her head away but instead, each time she did.. I pulled her closer, feeding her my cock. 'Suck on it like a lollipop and use your fucking tongue!' I barked at her, my grip on her hair becoming ever tighter.

After awhile her refusal ended. I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose. I pulled out long enough for her to take a giant gulp of air before I pushed my cock back into her mouth. This time however, she did not resist. She started sucking on my cock, using her tongue to massage it. 'Oh yes...' I said, tilting my head back. I released the grip I had on her hair causing her to sigh around my cock. 'Now move your head up and down, and don't stop...' I whispered, the sensations she was giving me were unreal. She learned fast, and was now giving me a great blow-job. It was obvious she was repulsed but I didn't really care about how she felt.

The familiar sensation in my balls told me I was close, and I looked down at her. My hand was replaced on her head, and my fingers wrapped through her hair. I don't think she expected what came next. Without warning her, I bucked my hips against her face. My grip on her head tightened. I came hard, shooting my cum into her throat. She started gagging around my cock but I held her still, emptying my seed into her mouth. After a few moments, being sure I was spent... I pulled my cock from her mouth. She started chocking up my seed, and was trying to spit it out. I placed my left hand over her mouth, and used my other to pinch her nose. 'Swallow it...' I said, staring down at her. I don't know what it was... something primal perhaps... but I needed to see her swallow my cum. I wanted to watch the expression on her face.

As she did, the look on her face was a true Kodak moment. Her eyes were full of shame and sorrow. I couldn't help but smile. After a few moments, I pulled her to her feet and then threw her back onto the bed without the slightest concern for her well being. I needed to be in her... I needed to make her mine. I wanted her to know she was mine... that she belonged to me. As I climbed onto the bed with her, I know she knew what was coming. She moved to kick me away but I grabbed her ankles and forced her legs down. Her rebellion was short lived because two quick smacks across her face again brought her still. She was shaking now, unable... no unwilling to speak. She knew the consequences. Resistance was futile and Eve knew it.

I moved between her legs, and slowly ran the head of my cock along her slit for a few moments, once in awhile grazing her clit. To my absolute amazement, she was already wet and I swear I heard her moan once or twice. Could it have been that deep down, despite her morals... could it have been that somewhere inside of herself she was enjoying this? I didn't ponder it too long. I slowly pushed forward, allowing my cock to slip into her young, wet pussy. Damn, what a snug fit. To this day, I have never sampled a pussy quite as tight as hers. As I slid deeper into her, I hit a barrier. Realization dawned on me that my little girl was a virgin. She was still holding her V-Card. I stopped for a few moments, and leaned forward. Hovering over her, I slowly reached under her and untied the pillow case easily enough. I then reached down and grabbed a hold of her wrists. I slowly moved them up towards her head, and leaned close.

'Wrap your legs around me Eve... I won't lie... this is going to hurt a little. I promise the pain will subside after a few moments.' I whispered. Obediently, she wrapped her legs around me and locked them together. This brought a smile to my face. She hadn't said a word... hadn't protested... hadn't screamed. She laid still, looking up at me. I moved to kiss her, my lips pressing against hers. She returned the kiss without being forced... willingly she returned it. Without warning, I pushed forward and broke her barrier. She screamed, which was expected. I held her tight, my lips firmly pressed to hers almost muting the scream. I stayed still for a few moments allowing her to adjust... allowing her to become a full woman. I could feel a small trickle of blood run down my cock and stain the silk sheets below us.

I pulled away from her, looking into her eyes. Tears leaked like running faucets. I released one of her arms and used my thumb to wipe them away. Her makeup was stained. She looked like a cheap whore. She looked so beautiful. I guess that's what drove me. I pulled out, and plunged back into her. She moaned loudly at the new sensation. I released her other arm and braced myself. Her arms wrapped around me, her nails dug into my back. I thrust deeply again into her, moaning in my own pleasure.

'Baby girl... you have a great pussy! Daddy loves your pussy!' I moaned with each thrust, the one after becoming harder.. going deeper. I wasn't concerned with positions. I didn't care about her enjoyment. There would be plenty of time. After awhile, my thrusts became savage... going in quick and hard. She was now constantly moaning. I knew it wouldn't be long before her pussy milked my cock. At the last second... before I came deep within her.. I withdrew. Moving quickly, I moved up the bed and knelt next to her. My hand became a blur, jacking my cock hard and fast. Within seconds, I shot my third load of the day. Her eyes clenched shut as my spunk covered her lips, nose, and chin. Some even covered her right eye. Eve had truly been frosted on Christmas Eve.

After milking my cock dry... I laid down next to her. My fingers gently caressed her skin. I took her right hand and brought her fingers to her face... running them through the cum on her lips. Without me speaking, she parted her lips slightly and took her cum covered fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. About twenty minutes passed and I finally fell asleep, Eve cradled in my arms. I awoke the next morning to find Eve's cum covered face, now dry... looking directly at me. Her eyes held no emotion like they once did. She hadn't moved all night... I knew this was the beginning of a new life. Not a life of father and daughter, but rather a life of master and slave.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Her breasts had been sensitive since she started developing at the age of 12. The boys had all noticed the changes in her body as she grew her boobies.  It didn’t take long for them to begin to move in on her. At first it was only a brush across her tits, and when she didn’t seem to object the older boys began to caress and play with her tits every chance they got.  Soon she would sit in the back row of seats on the bus and let the boys lift up her blouse and bra. She loved it when they sucked and licked her nipples.  At school they would find an out of the way corner and a couple of guys would shield her and another boy.  He would enjoy her breasts and she rubbed his cock through his pants.  Her parents kept a very close watch on her while she was at home; they thought it was safe to send her to school.  By her senior year she was sneaking into the boys’ bathroom between classes, giving as many blowjobs as she could while the other boys played with her breasts.  She hadn’t let them fuck her because she was afraid she would get pregnant and her folks would throw her out.  

 

“What are you going to do while I am gone?” her husband asked.  He had just found out that he was going to be gone on a business trip for 3 weeks.  Dennis worked on an office internet security team.  Normally they sent the ‘underlings’ to set up the network for a new business, but this was a major company and the CEO demanded the top men in the company come to install their system. 

 

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he packed his bags.  “I don’t know” she replied as she looked down at the baby attached to her left breast.  “Allen doesn’t want my breast as often as we need him to if I am going to keep lactating for you.”  The baby was falling asleep while he nursed on her breast.  She could feel that her breast was still full of milk.  They had decided that they would keep her lactating as long as possible, forever if they could manage it!  But with Dennis gone and Allen not nursing enough on her, she was afraid that she would dry up before he got home.  Dennis loved drinking her milk as much as she loved having him do it.  “I guess I will just have to use that damn breast pump.” 

 

“I know how much you hate that thing.  Maybe you could find someone to help you keep your milk coming.  If you found someone that I wouldn’t feel was a threat to our marriage…..” He said with a smirkish grin.  She knew what he had in mind; he had always talked about watching her with another woman.  She had sampled that kind of life style when she was in college, she had been happy in a bi situation. But when she met Dennis they drifted away from that group of friends.  “You are going to have a hard time relying on just your vibe rater for company while I am gone.  I know you; you need the human touch daily!”  He grinned from ear to ear.  He was right and she knew it.  Her mind began to race at the possibilities.

 

“Do you mean that I have your permission to find someone to take me to bed while you are away as long as it is someone you won’t feel threatened by?”  She held her breath as she waited for his answer, but she knew he was going to say yes by the look on his face.  They had shared their fantasies of voyeurism and 3 somes but neither of them had tried anything outside their marriage.  

 

He loved to listen to her tell him stories about her sex adventures.  He told her how much he would have loved to watch her with the boys on the bus and in the bathroom.  He never got tired of her telling him about the sex she had with her roommates and their boy friends in college.  Dennis had only had a couple of girl friends before he met Anna.  He had been shy.  The large size of his cock had scared the girls in high school.  It wasn’t until he was in college that he found a girl that got excited by his very fat 10 inch cock.  She only let him fuck her once, she said it made her to sore.  She tried to suck him off but could only get the head of his huge manhood in her mouth.  Their relationship didn’t last long. 

 

When he met Anna he was afraid to show her his dick.  She finally got him alone and gave him her breasts. He was relieved to find that she was not startled by the size of his dick. After his experience in college he was afraid of hurting her.  He was a gentle lover.  He brought her to two glorious orgasms without sliding his dick into her.  “I need that!” she said and rolled him over to straddle his fantastic organ.  From the top she could control the strokes and the depth.  They made love all that night and most of the next day.  She could barely walk when the finally came out of the bedroom, but was back for more that evening.  They had been together every since.   

 

“If you set the camcorder up so I can watch when I get home.  And you have to call me every night and tell me what you have been up to that day.  I am going to be working with two straight laced guys and my prudish boss, I‘m not going to have the possibility of finding any ‘extra activity’ while I am gone.  My gun is going to be loaded for sure.”  He had his suitcases packed and set by the door.  Looking at the clock by the bed he knew that he only had 20 minutes until he had to leave to pick up his boss and head for the airport. 

 

He gently lifted the baby off of her lap as watched as the nipple of her breast popped out of his mouth.  “Takes after his old Dad, keeps that tit in his mouth as long as he can.” Anna laughed.  Dennis carried him into the nursery and softly laid him in the crib.  “I’m going to miss you too!  Take good care of Mommy while I am gone, okay? ” he whispered to the baby and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.  His little mouth was still puckered as he made soft sucking noises, nursing in his sleep.

 

Quietly, but almost running he returned to the bedroom.  Anna was lying across the bed with both of her breasts bare. Dennis was hurrying so fast he nearly fell on her to get to her breasts.  Milk was running down the side of her boobies.  Allen was 9 months old now and wanted solid foods more then breast milk.  Dennis nursed on her in the morning before he left for work, and again at night before they fell asleep in each others arms.  Nursing always lead to more, and the sex was very intense since she started lactating.  It had been fantastic before but her orgasms were out of this world now.

 

Dennis greedily sucked on her titties as he drank every drop of her milk from both breasts.  His hand had found its way into her panties, and was softly massaging her clit.  Loud moans and high pitched squeals escaped from her lips as his fingers caressed the lips of her pussy.  Anna had trouble keeping her exuberance under control when she was having sex.  The neighbors all knew when they were having really good sex.  The soccer moms in the neighborhood did not approve of her and the ‘old bitties’ gossiped openly about her.  The husbands all smiled and when their wives were not around they said hi.  The guys chummed up to Dennis hoping to get just a little closer to Anna without giving their wives an excuse to give them hell about her.   He knew this and he gave them enough little tidbits of information about their sex life to keep them panting and patting him on the back.   Anna had made two friends since they had moved in, the lady next door was an average middle aged woman that kind of took the role of Mom when they moved in.  And there was a woman a block over that was really slutty.   She was about their age, but with all the make up and raunchy clothes she looked much older.  Dennis knew that if he wasn’t careful around her she would be all over him.  She was absolutely not Dennis’ type, but she was good to Anna.

 

 

“You know that I wasn’t just kidding about someone helping you with your breast milk, and what ever sex you need while I am gone!”  Dennis breathed in her ear as she shivered close to the edge of her orgasm.  He probed her ear with his tongue then began nibbling around her ear and breathing heavily.  He knew that this could push her over the edge into an orgasm.  He had three fingers driving in and out of her pussy and his thumb was rubbing her clit.  The room smelled of raw sex, he loved that smell.  Anna let out an enormous groan as he felt her pussy walls gripping his fingers.  “Oh baby, if my fingers could cum they would be shooting in you right now.”  Her juices washed over his hand.  He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted her nectar then put them into her mouth, she sucked her own juices and licked the palm of his hand.  She knew he loved it when she tasted herself. He gave her a deep lingering kiss.  Her body was still quaking with after shocks from her orgasm. 

 

He moved off the bed, pulled her soaking wet panties off and tossed them on the floor.  Next his pants and under shorts hit the floor releasing his massive 10 inch cock.  He knelt between her legs and gazed at her beautiful body.  It had only been a matter of weeks after Allen was born that she was back to her perfect ‘bikini’ shape.  Dennis was amazed that she had been able to avoid getting even one stretch mark.  He was the luckiest man on earth!  But how was HE going to make it for 3 weeks without her.  He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the length of her slit.  Her clit was still super sensitive so she jumped and screamed every time his cock came in contact with it. On the down stroke he teased her ass hole.  She loved it when he slid a finger or two into her ass when he was entering her doggie style, but his dick only got her cunt.  She was afraid of letting him ass fuck her.  Dennis didn’t seem to mind, but it always excited her to have him press his big cock against her little pucker.

 

“Slide it in baby, I want you deep in me!” Anna groaned loudly.  Dennis liked to tease her with the head of his dick, but today he was running out of time.  This was the last time he would be inside that lovely, soft, tight pussy for 3 whole weeks.  He plunged his cock deep into her dripping pussy.  He felt her cervix as he slammed in.  “YES!” she screamed, “Fuck me hard!  Oh gawd yes, fuck me, fuck me!”  

 

Dennis didn’t hold back, he drove his cock deep into her over and over.  He knew that she would be sore when they were done.  He loved to see her full round breasts bounce as he drove his cock into her.  He fucked her harder then he ever had before.  It scared him that he would be away so long, and he had just given her permission to screw around.  He trusted her….but the thought of his gorgeous wife fucking someone else while he was being a monk frightened him as well as turned him on.  “Oh baby I love fucking you!”   he said as his dick began to bathe her pussy with his cum.  Anna was cumming too.  The walls of her pussy were gripping his cock and milking his cum from him, like he did her breasts.  Normally she would cum 4 or 5 times while they made love, but today they couldn’t continue, he had to go.  He hesitated, but finally pulled his dick out of her sopping pussy.  How he would have loved to stay there all day.   

 

“Did you really mean that as long as I tape it for you to watch when you get home that I can have sex with anyone that I don’t think will make you jealous?” she asked as he got off the bed and began to dress. 

 

“Yes, I mean exactly that!”  He tried to keep his voice level so that she would not pick up on his fear, just the excitement.  “I trust your judgment.  You know how much I love you, and I know how much you love me!  But I also know how much you need to be fucked.  You have been wearing my poor dick out for 4 years now.  It is looking forward to a little vacation.”  He said with a rough laugh.  She jumped up off the bed and threw her arms around he neck.  “It’s a good thing I drank all your milk or I would have to change my shirt again before I leave.”  She laughed as a tear ran down her cheek. 

 

“I love you! How am I going to make it until you get home?  I am going to miss you soooo much!”  He held her close and kissed the tears from her cheeks.  Then he gave her a deep, longing kiss.  It was hard to let her go, but he knew that Herb would be waiting for him and if he was late he would have to put up with his nasty attitude for the entire trip.  He stepped back and patted her pussy and gave her tits a lick.  “Take good care of these for me till I get back.  I will be back just as soon as I can.  Maybe if we work really hard we can get this done and be home sooner.” 

 

He picked up his suitcases and walked down the stairs.  As he put his bags in the trunk of his car he looked around at the other men leaving for work.  They were all looking up at his bedroom window.  “Hurry home baby, I will miss you” Anna hollered out the window and waved at him.  Dennis just grinned and waved back.  Anna had not bothered to put any clothes on to wish him off.  The neighborhood men were drooling at the sight of her naked breasts bouncing as she waved to him.  The bedroom windows were low enough that they could almost see the small patch of hair she left at the top of her well trimmed pussy.  None of the men moved.  They were frozen in their tracks staring at the lovely sight in his window.  He knew that she would stay there until he drove away, and the guys would not leave until she moved out of the window.  Dennis laughed and blew her a kiss as he drove out of the driveway.  He knew when she left the window because he could see the men in his rear view mirror finally getting into their cars to leave for work.  How many of them are going to have to jack off before they get to work he wondered.  Anna knew that the guys lusted after her.  She gave them a peek when ever she could without causing them any trouble with their wives.  She knew the women were getting their kids ready for school and day care.  This was a chance to let Dennis see her tease the guys on the block.  She was sure that he also knew that none of these guys had any chance of ‘helping’ her with her problem. 

 

As Anna turned away from the window her mind was racing!  Who would she get to ‘help’ her out?  She hadn’t been in contact with any of the people she had relationships with in college since she met Dennis.  As soon as she met him she knew he was the one for her.  This would take some thinking.  Until then she would have to make due with that damn pump and her vibe rater.  I sure hope it doesn’t take long to find someone that Dennis would approve of she thought with a grin on her face.

 

As she stepped into the shower to wash off their morning love, she tried to make a list of people Dennis would not be jealous of when he saw them drinking her milk and eating her pussy. Bonnie, their neighbor, was one of the few friends she had here.  Bonnie and Kent were in their late 50’s but they had gotten very close.  Was this something that she could talk to her about?  They had discussed a lot of personal things, but……well maybe. Anna would have to think about that later.  The water was spraying on her nipples. Mmmmm, that really felt good.  As she rubbed the soapy washcloth over her breasts she could feel herself tingling again.  Her soapy hand drifted down to her dripping pussy.  By the time she had herself clean she had two more orgasms.  Neither as good as with Dennis but sometimes a girl had to take care of herself. 

 

  

 

            

  

 I also clocked at this time my aunts oldest daughters father-in-law was visiting and paying a lot of attention to my aunt. Not being totally nieve I kept a canny eye on this situation expecting voyeur opportunities to develope in this quarter.

My aunts oldest brother always visited on sundays to see their perents who lived with my aunt,but most of the time he went to his sisters part of the house to tell her his latest sexual escapades being that he was in a difficult marriage and went elswhere for sexual satisfaction,one of the canteen ladies where he worked.

I listened intently though inobtrusively to these stories, finishing up with a severe boner,especially when he told aunt about a day when she got a bit lippy with him in front of his mates,so they grabbed her tipped her upside down,pulled her knickers to one side and gave her ten minutes with a canteen size sauce bottle as a dildo. He emphasized "canteen lady" took the full length and that the girth was bigger than his wrist. My aunt, I noticed was gigglling and virtually gushing excitedly. I wondered whether he planned getting her excited enough to try and fuck her,his own sister.

 There was a grandfather upright chair opposite the easy chair my aunt always sat in. I found this an excellent vantage point to glimpse her knickers when she changed position. I made a point of being in this chair after uncles visits because she constantly wriggled showing more than usual and a severely damp patch on the gusset. This dampness in turn made the airtex material more see through and her pubics more highlighted... Down to the cellar for a wank always followed.

 The cellar had new steps outside,so the original steps in a cupboard behind the grandfather chair was a young voyeurs dream.

 About this time I had an experience which made me nearly vapourize. Uncle left,on sitting down after seeing him off, aunty's legs opened much wider than usual,her gusset was to one side and there before me was a complete half of her pussy with the pouting lips pink and puffed up with lots of jet black hairs. (to the cellar PDQ) An iron bar had nothing on the hardness of my cock!

 Relieved but still hard,I moved to the unused cellar stair for some more vision of her pussy and to start another wank. Drat, I heard voices, its ok just a visit from the daughter's father-in-law and just when my aunts being all flashy. He's sat where I was but my vantage point is low enough to see through below the seat part. There it is again, a full flash,he must have seen it,could this be the moment I've anticipated, he gets to fuck her? She's obviously as horny as hell. I decided, she must have known she was doing it when she flashed for me. I'd been suspicious about this before,but loved it anyway.

 I catch some of the talk... "Fathers in the other room,be careful"  Eh,what did I miss while in the cellar! Another flash, he says,"go on" her hands go between her legs pulling the gusset completely to one side. There it is before my very eyes, her complete cunt. Youthfulness tripped in,I shot my load without putting a hand on it, honest.

 It was like when we were kids, she says "now you" no zips at that time,he's fumbling with his fly buttons, she giggles like a girl,then "fuck me its bloody big"... he "and fucking hard" He's off the chair and moves to her. He gets close to her ear,...fuck I can't hear what he's saying,but I can see the action,she's touching his cock,he's put his hand on her cunt,looks at his fingers and says,"fuck me you're soaking" She says,"shhhh, we can't do it here,we may get caught if father here's the noise" Thinks me, What noise!

 Aunt, "come on,we'll use the cellar" Fuck! do I bolt down the garden or stay to watch. What I know but she obviously doesn't is, her father,my grandfather has gone to his allotment digging anyway and gran's an invalid and can't walk so they could have risked it.

 I stay,but hidden in the stairs i quickly move down to a better vantage point. The cellar has an old dining table, a treadle sowing machine and seat,the rest is old clothes and other junk. Although I didn't know the terms at the time,will he be a lover or a "wam bam thank you mam" type?

 They arrive, luckily for me its going to be against the table. He's in close now forraging up her skirt, A WAM BANGER I think, her bums on the table,on my side her skirt is well up,white thigh and now her belly is naked,he's desperateley getting his fingers in the waist band of her knickers. Lift your ass he says, go steady she responds. He's chewing around her neck,while he tugs at the knickers.Fucking hell he says,more aggresively,lift your ass higher so I can get these fucking things off you.

 She puts her hands back and on the table,he wrenches the knickers round and down over her bum cheeks,amazing his cocks out and flopping around like a flag pole,his trousers have dropped round his ankles. The stairs where I'm hidden has bricked in sides, I've got my cock out and with the sight of all my aunts sexual tributes my cum squirts against this wall.

 He thrusts at her,I'm watching intently for it to go in her so I know how to put it in when the chance comes, A mixture of curiousity and excitement. She's panting but says "wait,get that sowing stool" he puts it by her,she puts one leg up on it...Even better its on my side,I'm now able to see her hole and his cock at contact. Its all slippery and shiny with what I later learnt was called love juice (precum)

 Then in it went,know fucking about,right up to the hilt,he grabbed her ass cheeks,then I understood what she said earlier about noise! boy did she squeal on that cock. She swore,screamed continually that she was cumming,she grabbed the cheeks of his ass and kept saying squirt it in,then she said fuck! its right up in my womb... didn't appreciate what that ment then.

 Then his thigh and ass muscles went into spasm,he stopped thrusting but gave little jerks and I noticed his asshole was twitching like my dogs did with the bitch down the street. "Fuck,I needed that" aunt said,but don't think its a regular thing,you just caught me right. You'd better fuck off before someone see's us... that was a laugh for me, sssh!

 With that he pulled it out pulled his trousers up and left. My aunt pulled her bum back on the table still with her legs open and was looking down at her cunt, like me watching all the goo run out of her. Talking to herself she said "you should have rubbed my clit more you prick" I didn't understand that bit then. She stepped out of her knickers and off she went upstairs,I sneaked out my hidding place and looked at the juice on the table.I couldn't resist a taste,my first but not last. In know time grandfather turned up with his spade to put it away. What have you spilt on that table? quick as a flash I said I don't know aunt spilt it. Not a bad answer for a kid I thought. He walked off mumbling she never cleans it up after her. Perhaps his nose wasn't to up to it because there was a distinct smell of cock and cunt. I wonder?

My first offering.

 More later then.

          “It won’t be long now Stacy.” Betty assured continuing, “Soon you’ll see that adults, or people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their clothes off. I get horny just trying to guess what kind of action I’m going to see. Maybe a couple of women will go at it in the bedroom. I like to watch the wives engaging in Lesbianism, sometimes one or both will gush on other’s face. I like to watch hot fucking and sucking session’s period; ‘Girl on girl, boy on girl, girl with a dog.’”

 

“Wait a minute,” Stacy interrupted somewhat distressed asking, “You’ve seen these people doing it with dogs Betty?”

 

“Oh no just the women do it with the dogs; and boy do they get naaassty…!” Betty explained with an exaggerated hunching of her hips clearing any doubt for Stacy.

 

“That sounds gross.” Stacy said wrinkling her nose as she unconsciously squeezed her clitoris. Stacy didn’t want to let Betty know that she has no real experience with sex or that she masturbates, even though she knows Betty does.

 

“Maybe we’ll be lucky one of them will get it on with their dog, and you’ll see what I mean, ‘that really does make me wet my panties.’ Especially after he sinks that huge kno…” Betty paused not wanting to scare her new and innocent friend off, because she has plans for Stacy’s virginity. “When he slips his cock into her cunt!” Betty said impishly, her voice breathy as she spoke turned and smiled warmly at Stacy adding, “More likely two couples will be on that bed in matter of minutes!”

 

Stacy didn’t answer, she just looked at Betty closely, and she found that impish delight in her face strangely arousing. She felt nervous, and little guilty about peeking through the bedroom window; and yet she felt aroused by both the naughtiness of what they were doing and by how excited Betty was. She must’ve been out of her mind to agree to accompany Betty on this voyeuristic prank because she knew that at some point she would say something and Betty would find out that she was a virgin; but glad she did because of these new and delightful feelings she was having inside her stomach. Still she was feeling a twinge of guilt as Stacy thought, “It isn’t right to spy on people engaged in sexual activities, or any kind of private activity, for that matter.” Yet it was still mysterious and exciting, sneaking around in the dark, and watching people do nasty things to each other things that she had never seen. Eventually she surrendered to her hungry curiosity and the tingling warmth growing in her groin as she sat with her new friend Betty impatiently waiting for something to start.

 

“We’re in luck,” Betty whispered excitedly, when the first couple entered the room hand and hand smiling. “I’ve seen this couple in action before, with them selves and others.” She commented knowingly adding, “they’ll go down on each other before they fuck, they always do. I know you’ll get a big bang out of watching that. They may even go sixty-nine, before he puts the blocks to her.”

 

Stacy interrupted, “What do you mean sixty-nine and put the blocks to her?”

 

“He has a ‘big…! Cock…!’” Betty said, with emphasizing ‘big cock’, as Betty looked through a wide circle she made with her parted thumb and fore finger and then spreading her hands disclosing his length adding, “That is when they both eat each other out. Now remember just whisper and don’t get too close to the window I don’t want them to find out that some one has been watching them.” Betty cast a smiling glance at Stacy while she stared wide eyed through the window.

 

“Yes I’ll be quiet.” Stacy answer peering through the parted shade. She was certain that she had slipped and let on to her virginity and was glad that Betty had apparently not noticed her slip and stopped talking, as there was a long silence. Not that she thought the couple that had entered the bedroom could hear. It was warm; the windows were down and the air-conditioning was on, and music was playing, and they were laughing and giggling about something as they walked into the room. Stacy even felt a little pang of regret because they wouldn’t be able to hear as well.

 

The man and woman both looked to be in their late thirties. He was tan, and dark haired with other good-looking features like powerful arms and a big round chest. It was the huge bulge in his pants that captivated Stacy and that wet stain at the end of the bulge. The lady was quite short, and stocky, not fat just big boned. She had a very pretty face, with big dark eyes and thick black eyebrows and full sized lips covering her shiny white teethe accented by her long wavy raven black hair. Her breasts were large yet pert, topped with large fleshy nipples their outline could be seen clearly as they jutted through her sheer blouse.

 

Stacy continued to stare as they began to undress them selves, standing close and keeping their eyes on each other as more and more flesh was revealed. The woman’s breasts (or titties), as Stacy knew Betty would call the big twin mounds that were poking straight out, even without the bra. Soon she saw the man’s cock, also poking straight out her mouth gaped as precum started oozing out making a long string and dangle a bit before dropping. In a matter of seconds the man and woman were both completely naked. Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as the woman dropped to her knees in front of the man and grabbed his cock with both hands and started licking all around the big head and suckling loud enough for them to hear.

 

“She’ll suck his dick till it gets real hard,” Betty whispered. “Then he’ll work his mouth all over her pussy before they fuck. She won’t blow him off all the way. That’d mean that she’d have to wait for him to get another hard-on before they fuck. Look at that!” Betty hissed as the man’s penis vanished into the woman’s mouth.

Stacy could think of nothing to say as she watched in awe; but thought she’d put up a fight if somebody tried pulling her away from the window now, she was panting and looking and wanted to see more… much more. The woman had started licking the man’s hairy heavy hanging testicles. The man tapped the woman’s head lightly and she pulled back, her parted lips glistening wetly in the light.

 

Betty whispered with impish glee, “Did you see that?”

 

“No, what did I miss? I just looked away for a moment!” Stacy hissed.

 

“That long stringer of precum; see it hanging from his dick?” Betty enthusiastically pointed out, adding, “This guy shoots off the biggest loads I’ve ever seen.”

 

“Oh! God! Do you think he pulled it out of her mouth in time?” Stacy gasped.

 

“In time; what do mean?” Betty asked curiously.

 

“Well before she got it in her mou…?” Stacy stopped talking as the woman slurped the long stringer onto her mouth. Stacy now knew that she had just given away her secret and quite easily.

 

Pointing out Betty added as she looked at her friend, “She had to have sucked at least a mouth full of his precum before he stopped her. Don’t you get a mouthful from your boyfriend?”

 

“This boy was trying to get me to suck his penis like that and he promised that he wouldn’t cum in my mouth.” Stacy hissed trying to stay quiet looking at the ground she knew that Betty had to have figured it out by now and then quietly added, “I almost did but mom drove by and called me to the car.”

 

“I’ve seen this lady take that dick out and suck it ‘Off…!’ And swallow every drop.” Betty loudly whispered, coyly adding, “This is your first time to see it huh? Till now it‘s only been those dorky pictures in health class?

 

“Yea. I’ve done some kissing, and petting, but never been touched except on my tits once by that boy who tried to well you know.” Stacy embarrassingly admitted.

 

“That’s OK just watch the window we’ll have some fun and we’ll talk later.” Betty assured and stroking Stacy’s hair softly Betty whispered, “That boy told you a lie; they start leaking as soon as they get that thing inside a hot hole; and it don’t matter what kind it is.” As the couple climbed onto the bed and Betty whispered, “They’re getting more comfortable.”

 

Stacy had figured that out herself. She was already feeling sexy-hot from what she’d seen and was already creaming her panties. That’d be embarrassing if Betty found out but some how Stacy knew that Betty knew. Stacy’s heart leaped into her throat when the man got on his back, the woman got on her hands, and knees suspended her face over his jutting cock. She licked the big red knob of a head some, then balanced on one hand and arm while she used her other hand to hold the hard fleshy dick steady, by grasping the thick base of the shaft swallowed the full length of the thick shaft pushing her nose deep into his dark curly hairs of his scrotum.

 

Betty gave Stacy a long look sizing her up thinking what would she do to her virgin friend first? One thing was certain Stacy was to be hers ‘first’. Betty shuffled a little closer, and put her arm around her shoulder. As Stacy looked away from the window at Betty, Betty pointed and saying, “Look see how the tip is creaming.” She looked back quickly, her mouth just gaped, and Betty coyly added, “Yes she is going to go down on him again anyway.” Stacy moved a little closer to Betty as she tenderly squeezed her shoulder and pulling her closer.

 

“Is she going to swallow his juices?” Stacy asked in a weak shaky whisper.

 

“Yes! I do too why waste it it’s just good clean protein.” Betty twittered.

 

The woman in the room opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen gland. The girls could see her cheeks sink inward as she suckled the large gland and it was clear by the way her mouth moved that she was drinking his precum. She only kept the knob in her mouth for a few seconds, clearly working it with her tongue. Stacy glanced at the man’s face and saw his lips moving. She assumed he told, or asked, her to stop sucking, and the woman backed off. The man parted his legs, raised, and spread his knees. The woman went down; and began kissing, licking, and dragging her teeth across his large hairy scrotum. She took one testicle into her mouth and sucked and then she pushed that testicle out; and sucked the other one into her mouth, and then she stretched the skin between her teeth. The man stroked her face, her dark hair, and squirmed about the mattress as she teethed his scrotum.

 

“I’d forgotten about this; this wife likes to tongue assholes,” Betty whispered. “Soon she’ll be giving his ass a good tongue bath.”

 

Betty had hardly finished giving the information before the woman was performing analingus upon the man. Stacy felt that she should be disgusted with the woman, and herself for getting a strange kind of thrill from watching, but she wasn’t. She’d read some where that anything a man and woman did sexually for pleasure was perfectly acceptable. She certainly wasn’t qualified to argue with the so-called authorities.

 

The man had pulled his legs up to his chest spreading his butt cheeks with hands. The woman licked all over the anal region in small circles, getting closer to his puckering anus. Stacy and Betty had perfect views; they both gasped as the woman jabbed her tongue into the hairy brown hole.

 

“She has her tongue ‘in’ his ass, Stacy!” Betty hissed straining to be quiet and then confidently stated, “You can bet your beautiful little butt he likes it! Look at how fast he is panting. I’ve had my ass licked like that and it is nice… I’m telling you the sensations of having your pussy or butt licked are beyond wonderful especially when you get a good long licking!”

 

Stacy wasn’t surprised or shocked by Betty’s confession. She knew that her new friend had been around. That was one reason she’d been so eager to cultivate the friendship and glad that Betty was more than willing to let her into her life. She was tired of just reading about sex, and masturbating Stacy wanted to find out about sex first hand. She hadn’t gotten the nerve do anything herself, but she was vicariously thrilled by Betty’s stories of her sexcapades. Stacy looked at Betty and marveled at how womanly her young body was; full breasts or titties, as Betty would say, wonderfully full face, soft fleshy lips, auburn hair, and slender yet wide body. Just enough fat to round her out with no flab. Stacy was glad Betty told her about the local swap club and brought her for a peek. Maybe she would double date with Betty as she suggested. Her musing was interrupted by Betty’s gentle nudge in the side.

 

“Are you enjoying yourself, Stacy? You haven’t said one word since we started peeking!” Betty said with a smile.

 

“Oh yes I am mystified I never dreamed of these things. How many boys have you been with? Have you ever used your tongue like that, Betty?” Stacy whispered a tremble in her breath.

 

Laughing low in her throat, Betty said, “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies! I want ‘some’ secrets. I’ve teased more than I’ve been with, and I’ve never asked someone to do something I wouldn’t do in return.”

 

“That’s answer enough,” Stacy said, smiling and musing over the idea of kissing Betty.

 

“You aren’t disgusted with me, are you?” Betty posed and asked whispering coyly, “Are you excited maybe even getting hot between your legs?”

 

“No I like you!” Stacy said, looking back into the bedroom. “What you do is your own business and Betty, you know damn well I enjoy listening to your stories. And yes I am getting really turned on watching!” she whispered.

 

The shade was up only about four inches, and there was more than enough light for Stacy to see Betty’s flashing dark eyes when she turned her head to look at her. Betty shuffled a little closer put her arm around Stacy’s waist and whispered into her ear, “Have you started creaming in your panties yet? I’ve soaked mine to my thighs!”

 

“God! Yes! Betty I’m oozing more than I ever have, I ache deep in my stomach, and my nipples are hard ‘so hard’ they hurt.” Stacy trembled as she whispered raspyly as her embarrassment and shyness were being melted away by her budding passion.

 

Betty left her arm around Stacy’s waist while they watched on. The man had straddled the woman after she’d gotten on her back. One of his hands was kneading one big breast and he was tonguing the other mound. The man’s tongue flitted around and into the nipple making it hard. Stacy had become vividly aware of her own stiffly erect nipples. They were poking against the restraining bra. Stacy wished she was alone so she could masturbate probably just touching her spiked breasts with her fingers would start her coming like crazy. As soon as she got home she’d finger the hell out of herself. Stacy felt her face flush turning hot and knew that Betty was reading her feverish mind.

 

“That’s what I call all right,” Betty said, letting out a little low laugh again. “That horny swapper’s going to take time for some tit-sucking!”

 

The man sucked the nipple through his teeth and soon greedily engulfed the whole firm nipple with his suckling mouth. The woman squirmed on the mattress, lifting and squishing the breast against the man’s mouth. Soon he moved over and lavished the same attentions upon the other thrusting mound of taut-tipped flesh. Stacy wondered, as she had so many times before, just how it’d feel to have her own titties tongued and sucked. She was starting to swoon as she asked Betty in gasping whispers, “What does it feel like?”

 

“What does what feel like?” Betty teased knowing full well what Stacy wanted to know.

 

“To have some one kissing your breasts!” Betty asked in a raspy whisper.

 

“That feels damned good, Stacy! You know what; it feels four times better when both titties are being sucked on by two different mouths!”

 

“You… You had two lovers at the same time?” Stacy timidly asked as her mind raced over the images. She knew that Betty couldn’t really read her mind, even if it did seem that way. She wished she were as experienced as Betty is. The worrying about taking so many important steps and not knowing how to take them, knowing she would take them even if they made more worries of different kinds. Once a girl went all the way she could never retreat, and she’d had the romantic dream of saving herself for her husband ever since she thought about marriage.

 

Betty slid her hand to Stacie’s cheek, put her lips close to her ear, and passionately whispered, “Shhh do you really want to know what it feels like, to have a mouth suckling on your nipples? To have a tongue slathering between your legs?”

 

Paralyzed by both the shock at Betty’s question and her passionate thirst to know the answer caused a stammering, as she looked into Betty’s eyes, “Oh au uh y-y-yes… God…! yesss! Betty I do I really do!”

 

“Shhhh… I know a perfect place really close,” Betty coaxed.

 

“Oh I feel so weak, and dizzy; my heart is racing.” Stacy hissed, as she reached for Betty to steady herself and asked her voice turning weak with insecurity, “Will I still be vir…?”

 

Betty interrupted coaxingly, “Shhh it’s ok I can get you to cum and yes you will still be a virgin.” Betty gently cupped Stacie’s cheek and kissed her and purred, “Come on it’s real close. I promise it won’t hurt at all and you will really love it! But lets watch just a little while longer.”

 

The man left the breasts and trailed his mouth down along the woman’s squirming body. He snaked his tongue around, and into the deep belly button tugging on the hairs that surrounded it with his teeth; then kissing, and licking, his way lower, skirting around the long, thick dark pubic hairs, going near one of her rounded hips, and on down to her inner thighs when she parted her legs. After tonguing both thighs he then ran the flat of his tongue up through her fanning labia, and suckled on her clitoris.

 

“That’s enough for now.” Betty whispered and led Stacy away to her secret hiding place in the trees. Hand in hand they quietly walked into the dense stand of trees not a block away from the window where they were watching the adults playing. Inside the trees there was a hollow a chair, a padded lounge, a small table, sat in a thick padding of moss and on the side of the clearing was a low lying four-stalked tree with one of the stalks cut away forming a wonderful settee. The lush bed of grass and moss had little white flowers all over and ran up the sides of tree.

 

“What do you think of my secret spot?” Betty murmured.

 

“It’s beautiful, almost like a room outside.” Stacy admired.

 

“I’ve been coming here since forever, to play house, play with my dolls when I was real young. I’ve only brought my close friends here,” Betty cooed as she stepped behind Stacy and wrapped her arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear adding, “No one can see in here night or day but if we make too much noise people might come in and find us.”

 

Stacy lingered within Betty’s tender embrace her eyes closed as Betty suckled on her ear, and whispered, “That feels so good, you are making my insides tremble and turn warm.” She turned to face Betty asking, “Is there a special place to go pee?”

 

“Not special but I go over there by the big tree stump.” Betty said, pointing to an old rotted stump, and beckoned for Stacy to wait, “Here Let me help you take your sweat pants off.” The baggy pants, and soaking panties slipped right over her sneakers.

 

“Hummm…” Betty purred as she held Stacy’s panties to her nose taking deep breaths as she quaffed and cooing sang, “Stacy your love juice smells really sweet!”

 

“No body has ever said that to me before.” Stacy said coyly as she squatted by the stump and started to ‘pee’ a light trickle at first then turning to a healthy flow as she relaxed and looked at Betty and smiled. When done she used her sweatshirt tail to wipe with.

 

Betty stood and peeled her shorts off, saying, “Listening to you pee made me half to go too.”

 

They both giggled and looked at each other as Betty stood and walked toward Stacy, with a wet smile. She put one hand to the small of her back pressing Stacie’s belly to hers the other behind her head holding her face upward as she leaned over to kiss her parted lips. Hesitantly at first Stacy put her hands upon Betty’s shoulders. Her eyes were wide open with uneasiness that soon faded. Stacy closed her eyes as the kiss lingered on, a warmth spread through out her young body, and she began to melt into the arms of her young lover.

“Ewwww! Oh! That feels wonderful Betty,” Stacy sighed as Betty slid her mouth down to her neck to suckle the soft skin under her chin. She moved both hands inside Stacie’s sweatshirt grasping both her bra snap and shirttail and with a single movement they both came off.

 

Betty purred with impish delight, “You have beautiful titties, ooh you have big nipples that are already hard.” She looked as she placed the shirt between the tree and Stacie’s back shielding her soft skin from the rough bark. Betty lavished Stacy with an other lingering kiss, this time suckling both Stacy’s lips one by one inside her mouth and then slowly plying her tongue to every fold every space, pressing her body to Stacie’s

 

“Pheeeww…! Au God…! Ewwww!” Stacy gasped loudly as Betty sucked her fleshy nipple through her teeth pressing her face into the newly formed mound, while plying the other pliant mound with her fingers. She was sending shudders racing through out Stacie’s young body. Betty moved her soft wet tongue between Stacie’s breasts sliding it to her belly button, and lifted her left leg and put it on the tree stalk next to her fully exposing Stacie’s genitalia.

 

“Oohh…! God! Oh! Au! Au God…! Betty Au…! Betty! Betty god Betty…!” Stacy cried out loudly as a spontaneous orgasm exploded inside her when Betty pressed her mouth to her erect clitoris and suckled. Stacy grasped at Betty’s hair with both hands and held her face into her pussy as her sweet cream flowed from inside her writhing body onto Betty’s face. Stacy gasped for every breath shuddering as the orgasm eased.

 

Betty stood up her face glistening with Stacy’s creamy juices and held Stacy in her arm listening to her breathe nuzzling cheek to chin silently the two girls embraced a few moments.

Stacy raised her lips to Betty’s and gave her a lingering kiss, and whispered in her ear, “That was beautiful Betty I didn’t know how delightful it could be. You knew exactly where and how to touch me to make me cum, and so easily.”

 

“Oh Stacy it isn’t that I know something you don’t or have a magic touch,” Betty warmly whispered between the tender kisses she lavished on Stacy’s face, “It is simply you were ready to be touched that way and more importantly you wanted to be touched by ‘me’.”

 

“Yes I did and do want to be touched by you; I’ve liked you, ever since the first time I ran into you at the store, I’ve wanted to spend time with you.” Stacy purred as she nuzzled.

 

“I’m glad you want to be with me, I like you too. I know we are going to be best friends for a long time.” Betty whispered as she stroked her friends hair, and face.

 

They lay together quietly a few moments savoring the tender kisses they shared, and the warmth they felt together. The two of them looked up at the same time and giggled and Betty said, “What do you think the adults are doing?”

 

“I don’t know. You want to see?” Stacy snickered.

 

“Oh yea, I bet they haven’t even started to fuck yet” Betty laughed out loud, as they both quickly scampered back to the window with impish delight, “Shh ‘Shh’ quiet remember I’ve never been caught.” Betty cautioned.

 

They got to the window just in time to see a woman lurch upward and groan loudly, as a hard dick entered her rectum. There were five people in the room now three men and two women, one of the men had just slid his dick all the way into one woman’s rectum, while the other woman suckled at her clitoris. One of the other men had slipped his hands under her legs, behind her knees, and folded her legs back until her thighs were mashed against her titties, and was feverishly shoving his dick into her pussy. Stacy wasn’t sure that she’d want to be placed in such a position she’d feel so exposed but she found it to be a very arousing sight. She’d never had such a good look at these intimate acts; and to have so many people touching you seemed so strange yet so enticing, so nasty she felt her belly warm and wetness spreading on her panties again.

 

Stacy’s attention was focused upon the penis. It looked to be at least eight inches long, and very thick, as it slid into the woman’s rectum. It wasn’t too big for the woman because it slipped right in. She noticed a thick canal form in the middle of the shaft.

 

Just then Betty nudged, and pointed hissing, “Look Loook!” Excitedly yet quietly whispered, “See how his sack is getting tight and that tube inside the shaft is forming?”

 

“Yes and the veins on his penis have gotten much bigger and the whole thing looks much harder and bigger .” Stacy hissed in amazement.

 

“Yea he is about to cum Oh! Right…! Yeasss…! Oh! There he goes, see his butt squeezing and his shaft inflate and deflate,” Betty gasped adding, “See how the shaft goes soft and hard?”

 

“Yes! Yes…! Oh God yess…! I see it moving like it is flexing. That’s what it looks like when it cums?” Stacy hissed tightly.

 

“Yea…! That guy is squirting sperm into her with each flex,” Betty assured.

 

“Oh! God Betty I want to feel a dick cum inside me!” Stacy said; in a loud whisper, stopping short, as the second woman started to move.

 

The second woman also had big breasts, but they were hanging slightly, not unattractively, and her legs were long and shapely. Her pubic hairs wet with a glistening glaze. They were thick, dark, and parted back from her wet, meaty, vaginal lips. She went to the other end of the bed and grabbed the second man’s dick and testes with both hands. The second man already had a throbbing erection the tip wet from oozing precum. His cock looked to be only about six inches long, and not as thick. She sucked the whole length into her mouth sliding her tongue down, and around his testicles.

 

Betty started excitedly poking Stacy in the side and hissed loudly pointing to the third man as he rounded the bed from the far side of the room, “Ooo…! Loook! Loook at the size of that thing will you.”

 

“Shh! Shh! They’re going to here you. He must’ve cum already there is so much goo coming out of his dick. Damn that thing is ugly.” Stacy hissed straining to be quiet.”

 

“No he hasn’t; he is just hot he hasn’t started yet.” Betty whispered smiling, quipping, “That thing is ugly but I bet she is about to fly into heaven when his hot sperm starts gushing onto her cervix.”

 

Stacy was glad she wasn’t in her bedroom right then she was being thrilled by all she has seen so far and now watching the third man positioning him self behind the second woman made her start creaming her panties. Stacy watched intently as the second woman crouched on her knees sucking the second man’s dick and massaging his testicles. Stacy’s mouth gaped wide as the third man started to press the head of his large cock into the woman’s vaginal opening. He took only a few very short quick strokes and buried his full length.

 

“That’s enough to make any girl cream her panties!” Betty whispered excitedly, and assuring, “I’m wet to my knees!”

 

“I’m about to cum again with out touching my self” Stacy panted as she moved closer to Betty and behind whispering as she nibbled Betty’s earlobe, “I have more cream coming out of me than I thought I possible!” While putting her face cheek to cheek, Stacy slid her hand into Betty’s panties and found her genitals were completely covered with her copious sweet cream clinging to her fingers as they slithered over her engorged genitalia finding her vaginal opening. Betty’s vaginal muscles convulsed gripping Stacy’s fingers as they penetrated her opening, while she rubbed her thumb over her clitoris.

 

Betty stuffed two fingers into her mouth and bit down hard in an effort to stifle her gasps as her vagina dilated and hot sweet cream gushed from within covering Stacy’s hand.

 

 The two young girls looked into the window as they both heard the woman call out loudly “Yesss! God yes! Shove it in all the way in!”

 

Their mouths gaped the two girls were in awe as the huge cock head sank into the pliant vaginal opening followed by the thick fleshy ring of skin that was bigger than the head; soon the whole shaft was buried inside; again and again withdrawing his full length and pushing it in.

 

Both girls stared wide-eyed and gaping mouthed, as the man pulled it part way out showing a shinny wet shaft covered with a thick glaze. Stacy started urinating uncontrollably when the man forcefully shoved it back in.

 

Betty tugged on Stacy’s sleeve, and beckoned, “Come on quick we’ve made too much noise.” They both moved back into some trees several feet away and watched the house a few minutes, and no one stirred.

 

Betty said, “That was the first time I’ve taken anyone with me. We were kind of loud; I don’t think they heard any thing, so we don’t half to worry.”

 

Stacy sighed, “God! Betty my vagina feels like a balloon has been blown up inside me, and my lips feel all tingly.”

 

Betty leaned over and kissed Stacy, and cooed. “I’m glad you liked my little secrete. That was some nice fingering you did too.” And she asked, “What are you doing this weekend?”

 

“Nothing much.” Stacy said, “What do you have in mind?”

 

“What would say to a sleep over for the weekend?” Betty asked adding, “My parents are going to be gone for most of the weekend starting Friday afternoon. I’ll have the whole house to myself; just tinker and Mytoy.”

 

“That sounds heavenly.” Stacy said and with a little trepidation said, “I don’t want to lose my virgi...”

 

“I won’t deflower you with a strap-on or try anything like that.” Betty interrupted and assured as she nibbled on Betty’s earlobe blowing her hot breath across Stacy’s neck as she whispered.

 

“I guess I sound like a whoosy.” Stacy said weakly.

 

“Not at all! I totally know what you mean. I didn’t lose my virginity to a toy either. Well I haven’t seen any one walking around outside.” Betty noted and looked over at Stacy and smiled warmly.

“Lets go back and see what they are doing in a little bit.” Stacy warmly cooed as she tugged at Betty’s arm.

 

Betty rolled on top of  Stacy cupped her face with both hands and gave her a deep throat French kiss. Stacy moaned while lifting and spreading her legs allowing Betty’s body to slip between them and as she folded her legs around Betty’s waist rocked her hips up grinding her clitoris into her pelvic bone. Betty’s mouth muffled Stacy’s sighs as her tongue snaked into all the moist folds she could find. Both of them lay on their backs breathing quite heavily after breaking the kiss and stared at the stars for a few minutes.

 

“I’m sure that we’re going to see some gay stuff now,” Betty whispered. “Female gay stuff, that is because I’ve never seen any of the husbands going at each other.”

 

Betty was right. The man lifted his head and grinned at the second woman and man and left the woman he’d been lapping. She opened her eyes and smiled as the other man moved from between the second woman’s legs, and the second woman was taking the first man’s place, and started sucking on one of the first woman’s thrusting titties as both remaining men left the room and the two women by them selves.

 

Stacy didn’t say anything, but was one hundred percent ready to watch. She wondered if Betty was going to have an orgasm without touching herself, she was trembling so as she watched. The woman’s head was bobbing and her hair was swirling as she performed the intimate oral act. As the two men left they shut the door and the second woman was swishing her fingers inside her friend’s meaty labia and in a few minutes the first woman’s body was squirming and breasts heaving to her deep breaths as an orgasm washed over her.

 

“She’s coming, Stacy! Jesus, would I ever like to be in her place and have those sweet fingers splashing in my juices, and those lips suckling at my breasts! It’s really great to be fingered down there with a tongue and lips working away above! A lapping tongue and a sucking mouth below and fingers plying my hard nipple works really good too. And, to settle any curiosity you may have, yes, I’ve had my pussy sucked and lapped by females and males!”

 

“I can still feel your tongue dancing on my clitoris and how tightly my muscles squeezed. It felt like my insides were being squished out through my vagina.” Stacy softly whispered as Betty gazed open mouthed through the open window.

 

Just then the bedroom door burst open and a large dog bounced in eagerly licking both women’s faces, and sniffing at their armpits, butts and pussies. Whining and moof moofing and prancing all over the room as the women spun around trying to hider their privates in what was obviously an act of false modesty. He jumped up on the bed back down to the floor and then upon both women in turn sniffing and snorting at their mussed hair; his tail wagging feverishly as both women playfully petted him as they pushed him down.

 

As soon as the dog popped into the room Betty was so surprised she jumped up and dropped back to her knees gripping her crotch tightly and Stacy stared dumbly as she struggled to keep her gaspings quiet.

 

As Betty regained her composure slinked behind Stacy wrapped her arms around her waste and whispered hotly into her ear, “We are going to get a treat…!” and held her tightly as they watched the show unfold wide eyed.

 

In a few seconds both women were on all fours on top of the bed as the huge black and brown haired dog sniffed and licked at both their hairy butts and pussies, all four hairy arm pits, and their faces and still taking long sniffs at their mussed hair. He was acting like a young child in a toy store with daddy’s charge card as his tail thwacked the headboard loudly; and as the minutes passed it became obvious which toy he was going to buy.

 

“Oh my god…!” Stacy gasped tightly. “Betty look how he is so intently licking at her butt and vaginal opening. It is like the other woman isn’t even there! Oh…! My…! God that is so nasty looking yet it is making me so very hot. What do you think is making him lavish her so much and not the other woman?”

 

“As my friend at the horse ranch says ‘that mare is in season’.” Betty quipped and then asked, “Can’t you see how beet red her mons are and those bright red pussy lips are really puffy.”

 

“I see her sure but isn’t that from having all that sex?” Stacy questioned and asked, “How would a dog know any way?”

 

“Maybe but my money is on her being in… ‘estrous’” Betty hissed knowingly as she exaggeratedly hissed the word estrous and added, “Dogs can smell a female in heat weather she is a dog or a human; and that scent drives them crazy!”

 

“It sure looks like he really wants her look how feverishly he is feeding on her juices; and still her juices are running down her legs and covering his jowls!” Stacy huskily whispered.

 

“Oh yea he wants her something awful; but then so does she, see how she is sweating and look at her trembling did you see how her pussy gapes when that tongue passes over it!?” Betty recounted and asked, “You’re creaming your panties now aren’t you?”

 

“Oh god yes…! Betty I am wetter than I ever thought I could get I’m soaking down to my knees!” Stacy breathlessly admitted and then with a pleading whisper begged, “Oh betty would you please slide your hand inside my panties and finger my clitoris?”

 

In a teasing manner started moving her fingers over the smooth skin between Stacy’s belly button and the elastic band of her panties and moved her other hand up to her breast and asked, “What will you give me?”

 

“I’ll give you anything! I’m coming over this weekend I’ll be your slave! Just please finger my clitty!” Stacy gasped.

 

“My slave huh? What will you do for me? You have to say!” Betty quizzed as she slipped her hands into Stacy’s privates.

 

“I’ll suck your clitoris, I’ll lick your butt, I will try my best to get you to come!” Stacy pleadingly assured.

 

“Shhh.” Betty said as her fingers hit both hot spots.

  Stacy’s eyes closed as Betty’s fingers danced so tenderly yet firmly on Stacy’s aching clitoris and nipple. She didn’t notice The raven haired beauty’s skin bristling with goose flesh and sweat beads as she rolled onto her back. Stacy was oblivious to the feverish whinings from the dog as he impishly licked the strange woman’s sweated flesh stopping only long enough to quaff deeply at her armpits and lick her sweat as it ran down her sides.

 

Soon Stacy’s breath started gusting through her nose and she grasped both of Betty’s hands as her body tensed from the orgasm washing throughout her body. She laid her head back on Betty’s shoulder as the orgasm eased and started softly kissing Betty’s neck.

 

“Look quick!” Betty urged just as the dog stuffed his snout into the woman’s bushy pussy and eagerly licked up her sweet cream as it poured out.

 

As Stacy opened her eyes she gasped loudly hissing, “My god her whole body is quaking and she is thrashing about!” Then quickly bit her knuckle in an effort to be quiet. As Stacy went silent the woman started gasping for every breath and moaning loud enough for them to hear over the music and through the closed windows.

 

“Oh…! God…! Betty are all doggy penises that big?” Stacy hissed as the dog turned sideways to the window showing his half exposed penis.

 

“No; but that dog has one big cock!” Betty excitedly whispered singing, “That bitch ‘is…!’ in heat!”

 

Soon the dog straddled the woman as she lay on her back and began licking her neck, ears, and face; while spraying her with his scent as he lavished her face with his tongue.

 

“Betty! Betty look he’s pissing on her!” Stacy exclaimed as she hissed straining to be quiet.

 

“He is marking her with his scent; that means he is really ready to mount her!” Betty explained and then directed, “Look at her face tell me what you see.” 

 

“She has a beaming smile; as if she were in second heaven!” Stacy exclaimed adding, “She really does liii…” She went mute and covered her mouth with her hands as the animal’s tongue started darting in and out of the woman’s open mouth.

 

He soon began to sniff and lick at her armpits again as well as snaking his tongue along her sides and working his way to her pussy. While sniffing licking and snorting the woman lifted and spread her legs wantonly inviting him to continue to lick he just lifted his head and let out an exaggeratedly loud whiny growl and jumped to the floor and let out a series of muted barks followed by another whiny growl.

 

Betty hissed as she squeezed Stacy’s nipple and clitoris, “It’s show time!” 

 

“Oowha…! Wha…! Wha…” She went mute and her eyes widened blinking as she looked on.

 

The raven haired beauty slinked to the floor and was now on all fours half on and half off the bed resting her head on the dark creamy textured skin of the second woman’s breasts. She was a dark haired and dark skinned big eyed beauty too. There was some Spanish or Italian blood in her; a little more chubbier but still not fat.

 

The huge dog was now frantically pacing back and forth licking the full length of her body and whining as he paced; hopping on and off from one side then the other. He would leave his front leg draped over her waste as he licked at her under arm for a while and then he would lick tenderly at her face and ear.

 

“Oh…! My…! God…! Betty his penis has gotten so big!” Stacy whispered excitedly.

 

“Shh…! That is just the tip!” Betty calmly whispered and nibbled at Stacy’s earlobe.

 

“There’s mo…!” Stacy stifled herself with both hands.

 

As she did there came from the other side of the window a blast of gleeful screeching laughter followed by deep raspy gruntings of ‘Ughs!’ and ‘Ahs!’ and ‘Yeses!’ and ‘Oh god yeses!’ as the moose sized dog mounted her and started shuffling and shifting his position. His tail was arched so far back it touched his back exposing a perfectly round ass-hole and large hairy sack swinging back and forth as he probed her buttocks with his cock; taking short quick strokes as he searched for her sweet spot.

 

“We can’t see anything!” Stacy hissed. Her words filled with the unmistakable sound of disappointment and then added, “I really wanted to see that thing go into her! How will we know when it does?”

“We will.” Betty assured adding, “Don’t worry we wi…” she was cut off by the woman’s loud gusty groan as the beast lunged forcefully against the woman’s buttocks; his tail swished between their legs as his cock penetrated her vaginal lips.

 

The animal’s probing turned to long powerful thrusts as he pushed his member deeper into her vaginal sheath. Both the dog and the woman were groaning and grunting in time to his rapid forceful thrusts. There was a loud slapping sound as his hairy hunched collided with her buttocks; his nose was buried in her long black hair. Her loud grunting and moaning was now being muffled by the mouth of the second woman as she held her lips to her’s kissing her passionately.

 

In just a few minutes the animal’s thrust turned convulsive and loud growling grunts erupted from deep inside his throat as his hot sperm filled her vaginal well. The three lovers lay quietly for a while; the beast being the first to move when he gave a sharp yank, and splawoosh…! Out plopped his cock along with a gush of both their love creams which he quickly started licking up first his penis and then all over her thighs, buttocks and vagina.

 

Stacy’s eyes blinked wide and her mouth gaped as the loud wet squelching suck sounded when he yanked his penis free leaving a sperm soaked gaping vagina. Tendrils of their juices ran down her thighs, and her body would lurch as his tongue snaked across her thighs and genitals. Both of the young girls watched in silent awe.

 

From inside the room they heard, “Oh Marie I’ve had that dog’s cock inside me a hundred times these past few months…” She paused as she sighed loudly and went on, “and every time it gets better and better! My god just thinking about it makes my skin groin ache!”

 

“I know Silvia I am so glad we added him to our fun and games…” Marie paused as they kissed and nuzzled and then added, “I was hoping that it was me that came into season because I really wanted to feel that cock thrusting into me.” Then Marie paused as she mused over something and then smiled saying, “I think George has gone and gotten me pregnant.”

 

Stacy pushed away from the window ledge and both girls walked briskly into the tree line.

 

“What’s wrong?” Betty queried as she followed.

 

“I feel so dizzeee…” And Stacy  swooned into Betty’s arms. Betty could bearly hold her but managed to let her down softly and held her till she came around a few seconds later.

 

“Did you see her?” She asked as she looked around through her half open eyes and then said, “I am so dizzy everything is spinning. Did you see she really… really liked it.” She recounted breathlessly.

 

“Yea she sure did! She came hard and wet!” Betty sang as she agreed and then teasingly asked, “You want to know something else?”

“What! Yes…! Tell me!” Stacy pleaded.

 

“It ain’t over yet either!” She paused as she petted Stacy’s hair and face smiled and added, “That mammoth hound is going to mount her at least another six times quite likely more than that!”

 

“Do you think she will have another orgasm?” Stacy asked quietly as she regained her composure.

 

“Honey she is going to cum several times over tonight!” Betty assured. Just then loud riotous screeching laugher erupted from the room they were watching and Betty said, “See what I mean?”

 

“I never thought till tonight that a woman would like an animal inside her. Hell until tonight I’ve never seen animals do it before.” Stacy admitted. They both looked at the house as the woman let out with a bunch of loud grunts and ‘Ughs’ and ‘Oh gods’ followed by a long silence.

 

“This is going to go on all night!” Betty informed adding, “I haven’t seen anyone walking around so I don’t think they heard us.” She paused as she looked around and asked, “You’ve never seen any other animals not even dogs or cats doing it?”

 

Stacy got an embarrassed smile on her face as she replied, “Only little birds in the trees and oh yes I saw a rooster jump a chicken once.” She paused as she mused over a memory and then said, “It is so hard to imagine a woman liking what that dog is doing right now!”

 

“It’s terribly oh so wonderfully nice, honey! Someday you’ll know just how nice it really is! Some females are really, really good at eating and fingering pussy, and any male with an ounce of brains and a real desire to make a girl happy sexually will eat pussy and try to do alright before fucking it!” Stacy remained silent as Betty paused and then continued her expose`, “but all they really want to do is stuff their dick in you and cum; but it takes a dog to do it best! A dog wants to drink your love juice. Sure he wants to stuff his dick into your pussy, but he will make you cum first! And then lick you clean afterwards; but a boy just gets up pees and runs off.”

 

“You sound like you have had a dog licking your vagina!?” Stacy asked in disgust and amazement and still smiling warmly.

 

Betty looked at Stacy for a few seconds and asked, “You won’t get disgusted with me will you?”

 

“No! Not at all; its Friday now I am your slave!” She sang and kissed Betty’s hand and in a sultry voice added, “If you had a penis I would give you my flower right now; if you were a dog I would let you spray me all over with your scent, and claim me as your bitch. I swear!”

 

“I’ve gone all the way with a dog and more than once a lot more!” Betty admitted.

 

And with that said Stacy rolled onto all fours wriggled her ass and said, “Mount me you dirty dog mount me and hump me hard!”

 

Betty giggling impishly climbed on sunk her teethe into Stacy’s ear and wrapped her arms around her waste and started play humping and growling, while Stacy stuck her tongue out and panted like a dog.

 

“Oh Stacy I do wish I had a penis so I could spray you with my scent and claim you as mine.” She whispered as she licked at Stacy’s neck.

 

“We can! We can pretend! Lets go to your secret place!” She proclaimed with gleeful excitement in her voice.

 

“What? How?” Betty stammered some what puzzled as she stood.

Both girls raced to the clearing once inside Stacy stripped bare and laid down on her back and urged, “Quick you strip too!” and in an instant both girls were completely nude.

 

Looking down and smiling licentiously at Stacy Betty asked, “Now what?”

 

Smiling back luridly lifted her and splayed her legs exposing her loin to Betty’s gaze and cooed, “You play like you are that dog and lick me all over and go pee-pee on me and we can pretend that that is your scent.”

 

“Oh you’ll just get grossed out and hate me later!” Betty said.

 

“No! No I won’t! I promise; I’m your slave, look!” Stacy pleaded as she parted her legs farther and there just inside her parted vaginal lips was a shimmering white dewy pearl. As Betty looked she slowly dropped to her knees between Stacy’s legs and watched the wet pearl grow inside the perfectly round opening of Stacy’s small dilated vagina.

 

“Say it again.” Betty urged softly knowing that Stacy belonged to her.

 

“I’m yours.” She cooed and then whispered warmly, “Take me, mark me with your scent, and claim me as your slave.”

 

Betty pushed Stacy’s thighs to her breasts leaned down and sucked the fruit of Stacy’s lust into her mouth and with her tongue coated kissed Stacy on her open mouth sliding her tongue in for a long sensual kiss. Both girls caressed each other’s face and combed each other’s hair as they ran their fingers through it. Betty sat up on all fours and started letting little squirts of pee trickle out and splash on Stacy’s belly. Betty giggled and started spinning in circles excitedly just like the dog in the room and letting go of little squirts; hitting her in the face the breasts, on the arms and legs and stomach. She then moved to the side and nudged Stacy on the hip with her nose and she obediently rolled over and Betty sat on her fanny and let the full stream splash onto Stacy’s anus and flow over her vagina.

 

“Ooohh…! That feels nasty and strangely wonderful!” Stacy purred.

 

With a wriggling shuffle Betty pulled Stacy under her saying as she giggled, “Now it your turn to pee on meee…!”

 

 With tentative squirts scarcely a trickle at first; she twittered as she scootched around wetting her belly, legs, and breasts she hissed, “This feel so strange I’ve never gone pee-pee on anyone before.”

 

“I’ve never thought of it as spreading my scent around before either.” Betty twittered and then purred, “Just relax and let it out. I’ve been peed on before, it happens sometimes when a girl climaxes; yes… even to grown women. That’s my girl.” She sang as Stacy’s trickle turned to a full flow.

 

“Ooo it has turned cold out here!” Stacy said as she shivered.

 

“Well I guess; we’re all wet!” Betty agreed with a snicker.

 

“I wish tonight didn’t have to end but I do need to get back home.” Stacy said sadly as she grimaced and as a smile beamed asked, “You think they are still going at it?”

 

“Yea. Maybe. I bet that is one pooped pooch if they are.” Betty sang with a laugh in her voice.

 

“What are you going to tell your mom if she asks?” Stacy queried.

 

With a giggle quickly sang, “Having sex with my new girlfriend Stacy! What you are you going to tell your mom?”

 

“Out walking and talking with my new friend Betty and forgot the time. You’ll really tell her you were having sex with another girl?” She asked as she wrinkled her nose.

 

“It will put her at ease; she prefers that I have sex with other girls or masturbate because that way she doesn’t have to worry about me getting as she puts it ‘knocked up’.” Betty said slyly.

 

“Oh I would be grounded for ever if my mom found out I had sex with anybody male or female.” Stacy said regrettably and with a cheerful note added, “So I will see you this afternoon after I finish my chores around the house and we will spend the whole weekend together. My parents won’t mind I am sure. And yours?”

 

“Not even a little in fact they will be gone most of the weekend and even if they are home they will be glad to see you and have you over.” Betty assured firmly. So they dressed kissed one last time and went their separate ways into the night.

 

End pt. 1

 

If you are still with me thank you for your time. I hope that you liked my story I am surely having a lot of fun writing it. Part 2 is in the oven and needs one more basting before it is ready to be read. The setting is steamy very steamy.

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