Jopop Pub

My Husband Fred and I have been married for just over twelve years now.We got married right out of High School at the young age of eighteen. We were both virgins for our wedding night. I had given a few blowjobs and jerked off some guys in High School. But Fred was the first that I went all the way with. Fred also had played around with a few other girls, but I was his first. We’re both thirty years old now.
As soon as Fred turned twenty-one he got a good job driving a semi truckover the road. At first I didn’t care for his job. He would be on the road sometimes three weeks at a time. I didn’t like being home alone all this time. Then about five years ago he got put on this more local route. Now he’ll leave out on Sunday night and is back home Friday night and off the weekends. Sometimes he’ll even get home in the middle of the week. So I like this a lot better. Now we get some time to do things together.
Fred is also in the Teamsters Union so his pay rate is really good. It only took us four years to save up the money to make a good down payment on our home we now live in. We have a nice two-story home with a great in-ground pool and hot tub out back. Our back yard is fully fenced with a seven foot high brick fences. It’s great for back yard pool parties and all the homes around us are all one story. So we have very good privacy from the neighbors in our yard.
Oh yes, a little about me. I’m sure you don’t feel like reading about my house. As I said I’m thirty, and I have very light brown hair. I think the right word is dishwater blond. I’m 5′2″ at 97lbs. my numbers are 34B-23-32. I try to make it to the gym four or five times a week just to stay in shape. I’m told by people all the time that I look the same now as I did in High School. But in High School I was an A-cup, so my breasts have gotten a little bigger. But not as big as I would like then to be. I wouldn’t say that I’m a real sexy dresser. Don’t get me wrong I have some outfits that Fred likes me to wear that makes men’s eyes pop out. I mostly wear them if Fred and I are going out or if he asks me to dress up for him. Around the house I just dress like a normal house wife dresses. Now out by our pool, that’s another story. I love small little bikinis to sun and swim in. Most of my bikinis are string bikinis with full backs, I don’t really care for them thongs but I do have a few of them. And with the high fence it’s real easy to get in some topless sun bathing. My name is Jody but most of my friends call me Jo.
Right after we moved in a couple about the same age as us moved in next door. Bill and Sue turned out to be great neighbors. We would do the cook out stuff on the weekends with the four of us. They didn’t have any kids either so it really worked out good for us. Sue and I got to be the best of friends. We would spend hours upon hours lying out in my back yard sunning. Some days we would be drinking most of the day. Bill would be pissed at her when he came home to find her over at my house all shit faced. We got drunk one day and laid out topless all day. It was hot as hell out and we both burned the living shit out of our nipples. After that day we always made sure we had sunscreen on our breast and nipples. I think we both had the best-tanned breasts in town. We always laid out together.
Then over a year ago out of the blue one-day Bill’s job told him that he had to move to the East Coast. We couldn’t believe that our best friends had to move away. The deal was that Bill could come back to his old job in four or five years. So they just decided to rent out their house until his job ended out east, then move back in. So it really wasn’t all that bad. We were just going to be apart for some time, but would end up back together in time.
Fred and I waved good-bye to Bill and Sue a month or so later as they pulled out of their drive on the way to their new home. It was a very sad day for me. They told us that they had rented the place to these two college kids. And they would be moving in, in a week or so. It was two guys both of them twenty years old.
Bill said for us to call them right a way if them two started screwing up the place or having a lot of parties.
A week later I seen a van pull in next door and two guys started hauling in their stuff. Both of them were very good-looking kids. Nice tans and looked like surfer guys. One had real long blond hair and the others head was just about shaved.
As time went on we would talk from time to time as we met out in the front yard. Then one weekend Fred asked them over for a cook out.
They both said hell yes, we love home cooking. We had a good time and got to know one another a little better.
Their names are Tom and Allen and seem to be really nice. The four of us sat around the pool drinking most of the day. From time to time we would each take turns jumping in the pool to cool off. My bikini for the day wasn’t my normal little skimpy thing that I wear. I picked one that had a full bikini bottom and a top that covered more that normal. But this didn’t stop these two from checking out my breast every few minutes. I to was starting to enjoy the sight these young studs climbing in and out of the pool. I could see they both had nice sized lumps in their wet swimsuits.
I was super horny by the end of the day. After we said our good-byes for the night, I about raped Fred once we got in the bedroom. Watching them young tan bodies all day really got to me. I told Fred the drinks made me horny. But as Fred was screwing me I couldn’t get Tom and Allen out of my mind. My mind was going all over the place. I was thinking how good it would feel to have one of them fucking me right then. Or how much I would like to give them head. Just about then Fred picked up speed at screwing me. In my mind it was Toms hard cock pumping in me. Just as Fred started cumming in me, my orgasm took over my body. Oh God did I ever need that orgasm.
After that day I started doing a little spying on the studs next door.Being that our house was two stories it was real easy for me to spy on them out in their back yard tanning. I couldn’t believe that I was getting this turned on over these young guys. I couldn’t wait for Fred to get home and take care of me after I would be checking them out all day.
One day I was out in the pool most of the day. I had on one of my scanty little white string bikinis. I just went in the house to fix myself a drink when the doorbell rang. Not even thinking of how I was dressed I went to the door. I opened the door to find Allen standing there. His eyes locked on my very hard nipples that were sticking out from the cold air-conditioning. My wet next to nothing top didn’t do much to hide my nipples. You could just make out the pink of my hard nipples through it.
Not taking his eyes off my nipples Allen said, Hi Jo how are you? He had a coffee cup in his hand.
I said I’m doing well, don’t tell me that you came over for a cup of sugar, and laughed?
Allen’s eyes then dropped down to little bikini bottom. I could feel his eyes burning into my crotch.
He then said, oh no, I need some flour, could I get a cup from you?
Again I laughed and said sure come on in.
I could feel Allen’s eyes on my ass as he followed me into the kitchen. Now I was starting to enjoy teasing this young fellow. I knew that I should have slipped on my robe, but that would have taken the fun out of this. I filled up his cup with flour and told him I was just about to fix myself a mudslide, would he like one?
Allen said sure, I’d love one.
After I fixed two drinks I said let’s go out by the pool; it’s to cold in here.
So we moved outside, I was hopping my hard nipples would go down out here. As we sat and did the small talk thing Allen’s eyes wouldn’t stop moving up and down my body. This sure didn’t help my nipples to go down any. I was really getting turn on teasing him like this. I was surprised when I looked over and could see that I was giving him a hard on. I couldn’t believe that I was doing that to him. Hell I’m ten years older than he is, but he seemed to like what he was seeing.
Allen was asking me how I like married life, how long Fred and I had been married. Then he was telling me how good I looked for being married twelve years. And he wished he could find a girl that looked as hot as me. He said he broke up with his girl friend and was looking for a new one.
He said that it’s to bad that I’m taken or he would jump right on me.
I laughed and said ,well if I wasn’t married I think I would let you jump on me.
We both then laugh and Allen killed his drink and said, I better get going before I make a fool out of myself and say something goofy. I walked him to the door, making sure to walk in front of him and shaking my ass the best I could.
After Allen left I was so horny I didn’t know what to do. I had not masturbated in years. Fred wasn’t do home for another day. I went up stairs to the master bath and slipped out of my bikini. I got in the shower and took the sprayer out of its holder. I sprayed the warm water right on my very hot pussy. I would play with one of my hard nipples then my hot little clitoris. My mind was thinking about Allen’s hard cock and how I had turned him on. I sank two fingers deep inside my pussy as my hips now started pumping in time with my fingers. I was thinking it was Allen’s young hard cock pumping in me. I started spraying the warm water right on my clit as I now sank a third finger inside myself. In no time at all I started moaning out my orgasm. My whole body was on fire as I came and came. I was shaking all over it felt so good.
Once I stepped out of the shower I was looking at myself in the mirror.I was thinking what the hell am I doing getting so turned on by these younger guys. Fred would have a baby if he knew I was lusting over the boys next door.
The next weekend Fred and I went out for a nice dinner and took in a movie. We got home very late and called it a night. I woke up around 2am and had to go to the bathroom. I got up and went pee and was returning to bed. As I was walking down the hall I happened to look out the window. I saw light shinning out of one of the windows next door. The curtains were wide open and from my high viewpoint I could see right into the bedroom. I could see someone lying on the bed what looked to me like watching TV. It took a few seconds to get my sleepy eyes focused on what I was looking at. I couldn’t see the person head so I wasn’t sure if it was Tom or Allen. They just had on white boxers and he had one hand down inside of them. Then I saw that the show on the TV was some porno stuff. Some girl was giving a guy a blowjob just then. I could tell that who ever this was, was playing with them self inside their boxers. Then all at once they bent down and took off their boxers. As they removed them I seen the long blond hair and knew this was Allen.
Oh my, was this ever a turn on. Allen laid back down and was flopping his half-hard cock all around. My hand went up to my hard nipple, feeling it through my silk nightshirt. My other hand dropped down to the crotch. I could feel myself getting hot and wet right through my blue lace panties. I took a few steps down the hall to look in and make sure Fred was still sleeping. He was snoring away so I went back to the window to watch Allen. By now his cock was as hard as a rock. He had his hard around it pumping up and down real slow. I had never in my life seen a man masturbate before. I was squeezing my breast and rolling my nipple all around. I slipped my other hand down inside my little panties. My hot pussy lips were all slippery from my juices. I started running my index finger up and down my hot little slit. Making sure to rub my hard wet clit each stroke. I run my other hand up under my nightshirt. I was playing with one breast and nipple then the other. I couldn’t believe this sexy show that Allen was putting on for me. Allen was now pumping his cock faster and it looked to be getting even bigger. It looked to be even bigger that Fred’s cock. I started slipping my finger in my hot pussy then dragging it over my clit right in time with Allen’s pumping hand. Oh God I’m going to cum right here in the hallway. I could see the head of Allen’s cock getting bigger and turning all purple as he pumped even faster. I knew it wouldn’t be long and then it happened. His hot white cum started flying out of the end of his hard cock. A big goop of cum landed on his belly near his belly button. Then more came flying out and landing on his belly. Then even more came running out, covering the head of his cock and started running down it. His cock was all slick with his own cum as he still pumped on it.
Seeing all this sent me right over the top. My legs got weak as my own orgasm burned its way through me. I don’t know how loud I moaned as I came, but I was lucky Fred didn’t hear me. My pussy was soaking wet, as I was cumming. I fell up against the wall as I kept rubbing my hard wet clit. After my orgasm passed I looked back out the window again. Allen now had a towel cleaning up his cummy mess. Boy this young guy sure did pump out a lot of sperm. After he was all cleaned up his light went out.
After this little show and my great orgasm all I knew is that I needed to be fucked and right now. I went back in the bedroom and pulled off my silk nightshirt and got in bed. I pulled the covers off Fred and started playing with his cock inside his under shorts.
He woke up and said, what the hell you doing, go to sleep, pulled the covers back on and turned on his side.
I reached around him and started playing with his soft cock again.
He pushed my hand away and said God dam it, go to sleep.
I said fine and got back out of bed. I got the flashlight and started going through Fred’s dresser drawers. I knew he had one of them vibrating rubber cocks that he’s used on me a few times. If I could find it I would just use it on myself. “Bingo” it was in the bottom of the last drawer I checked.
With the rubber cock in my hand I went down stairs to the living room still dressed in only my see-through blue lace bikini panties. I laid down on the carpet in front of the love seat. I had never been this horny in my life, as I was right then. I turned on the vibrating cock and started rubbing it over my hard nipples. My other hand went down to the wet crotch of my panties and started rubbing my clit right through them. Oh it felt so good as I slowly moved the vibrator down my body. Once the tip of that thing hit my clitoris through my panties I moaned out that I was cumming. God I came so quickly I couldn’t believe it.
I then pushed my panties down and kicked them off. I took that vibrating rubber cock in my mouth like I was sucking it off. Once I had it all wet I moved it down between my legs. Fred has used this thing on me maybe ten times. Each time he did, I’d tell him it’s to big, to not stick it inside me, just rub it on my clit. But tonight, I was more than ready to have it stuck in me. I started running the head up and down my wet slit. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I lined it up with the entrance of my pussy. Slowly I pushed the head inside. It was too big to go right in so I pulled it out a little and tried again. This time I gave it a little harder push, my pussy opened up a little more and the head popped in. I moaned out and raised my hips up off the floor. This was the first time that I ever fucked myself with this rubber cock. I was asking myself why I hadn’t tried this before.
In a very short time I had all of that cock inside me as deep as I could get it. I was flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. It felt like I had a real cock inside me. My mind went right back to Allen jerking off. What a night this had turned into. I had seen a man jacking off and have an orgasm, and I was masturbating myself with this big rubber vibrating cock. Faster and faster I started pumping that cock inside me. Oh my God this felt so good and I knew I was going to cum again real soon. I put one leg up on the love seat as I started rocking my hips faster. I was taking turns playing with one of my hard nipples then the other. Then it happened, I moaned out so loud that I was cumming. I was lucky Fred and the guys next door didn’t hear me. I just laid there for a few minutes trying to get my breath. Then I slowly pulled that rubber cock out of my hot pussy. I stepped back in my little panties and headed back to the bedroom. I dropped that toy cock in my panty drawer so it would be easy to find should I need it again. I then put my nightshirt back on and got back in bed next to Fred. I fell right asleep the most satisfied I had been in years. It’s to bad that I had to do it all myself.
The next day I went to the store and came home to find Tom and Allen in the pool. Fred had invited them over for some beers and pool time. I walked out to the pool to talk to all of them for a few minutes. It was really hard for me to look Allen in the eyes.
Fred slapped me on the ass and said, go get your suit on and join us for a dip, the water is great.
I jumped and laughed and said okay, I’ll go put my stuff away and I’ll be back.
I slipped on a little yellow string bikini and returned to the pool. I could feel all of their eyes lock on me as I walked up to the pool.
Fred said, ow we, don’t she look hot? She’s not to bad for an old chick don’t ya think?
They all laughed as I made my way to the steps going into the pool.
I turned and said OLD CHICK? Kiss my old ass, and dove in the water.
They all got a good laugh out of that. The water did feel great as I swam around for a little bit. I got out and laid out next to Fred. Again I could feel Tom and Allen’s eyes burning holes through my little bikini. We all enjoyed most of the day, sunning and swimming.
Right before the guys went home they invited Fred and I next door to a party that they were giving later on in the week.
Tom said it would mostly be a bunch of kids from their class at School. They all had passed some big test, so they were giving a party.
He gave us the day and time and Fred said he wasn’t sure if he would be home, but Jo would be.
Tom said that was great, we would like to see you both there if you can make it.
When Thursday rolled around I really wasn’t sure about going to this party. Fred was out of town on the road again, and I hated going to parties solo. As I was making my morning coffee the phone rang. It was Tom from next door. We chatted for a few minutes then he asked me if I was going to show up tonight? Kind of on the spot, I said as far as I know I am, Fred’s not, he’s working. He replied that’s fine, come on over around seven. I asked what’s the dress code for this party? Tom laughed and said oh it’s casual, but we really like our female guest to wear skirts or dresses. We like the females to look like females. Again we both laughed as we said our good-bye’s and hung up.
At right around five I decided oh what the hell, I might as well go. I jumped in the shower and took a long hot one. I got out, dried and fixed my hair, then did my make-up. I wasn’t sure what I should wear. And I really wasn’t sure if he was kidding about the dress thing or not. I slipped on a sexy little pair of white sheer string bikini panties. The front was little lace hearts and the back was sheer see through. Just then I heard a car pull up in front of their house. I peeked out the window to see how the people where dressed. It was two guys and a girl. Sure as shit the girl had on a jean skirt. So that more or less made up my mind as to what to wear. I picked my red velvet skirt, it’s not real short but not real long. It flares out so that makes it look shorter that it really is. And a sheer black front button, long sleeve blouse. I had to wear a black bra or you could see my breast and nipples right through it. I picked this little front hook black lace push-up bra. After I had my bra on I slipped on my sheer black blouse and tucked it in to my skirt. Then I started looking through my sock drawer for a pair of off black pantyhose. I couldn’t find a pair that didn’t have a run in them, so I went with a pair of off black thigh-highs. A pair of open toe heels and I was all set to go. I checked myself out in the mirror and was very happy with what I seen. I knew I would give the college girls at the party a run for their money. Then I’m thinking, maybe I’m a little over dressed.

With thoughts only of him, she anxiously awaits his return. She has carefully planned and prepared for this moment. She has placed several candles through out the room, which when lit, will fill the room with soft and enticing scents of vanilla, cinnamon and roses. After studying the placement of the candles, she soaked a nice hot, vanilla-scented bubble bath, she took extra care in applying her make-up and in drying her hair. She dressed in his favorite white lacy lingerie set which he bought for her to wear on the night he claimed her heart and soul. The camisole was made of leaf-patterned lace with many open spaces through which he could easily see her tanned skin. The front triangle of the matching G-string was of the same patterned lace. It was soft against her skin.
She has attached the binding straps, which he buckles the restraint cuffs to, to the frame of the bed in hopes he will chose to use them. The cuffs, and all of their toys, were on a tray near the side of the bed.
As the time draws, near for him to arrive; with hands shaking in anticipation, she lights the candles, giving the room a warm soft glow. The flickering of the flames, casting light and shadow through out the room.
She kneels on the floor next to the bed as she hears his truck pull into the driveway. Casting one last glance about the room, she smiles softly and bows her head. She hears him enter the house. Her heartbeat quickens, hoping that her efforts please him.
She hears his footsteps in the hall, pausing only as he opens the door to their sanctuary. She does not look at him as he enters but she hears the door close behind him. She waits for him to speak, his silence making her nervous but also exciting her.
She can see only his feet as he walks over and stands in front of her; still she does not look up. She sees his hand as it passes before her eyes, reaching for hers. She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet.
Once she is standing, he lightly kisses her, giving her is approval. He then raises her arms over her head, his hands slowly sliding down her arms. His hand gently encircle her neck as he pushes up on her chin with his thumbs, to cover her mouth with his in a burning kiss reaffirming that she belongs to him. She shivers in delight as she feels her nipples begin to harden and her pussy begin to get wet, as his hands continue to move over her body to the bottom of her camisole. Taking the lacy material in his hands, he slowly pulls it up to her head. Pausing as the material covers her face. While she cannot see clearly, he takes her left nipple gently into his mouth, knowing that it is more sensitive than the right one, sucking and nipping until he feels the nipple harden between his teeth.
She moans and as she feels herself getting wetter. Her nipples begin to tingle as her excitement and desire to push past her limits grow. A warm tingly sensation starts in her belly and spreads outward and down to her pussy making her ache for him.
With her nipple in his mouth, his hands he removes her camisole from her, letting it drop to the floor in a small, soft mound behind her. His hands slide down over her sides moving towards the matching G-string making her quiver. He reaches the thin band at top of the G-string; he lets one hand slide down further to her crotch. Pushing slightly at the juncture where her legs meet, causing her to spread them to allow his hand access between them onto her hot wet pussy.
With both of his hands on the thin waist band of her G-string, he slips his fingers under it and slowly lowers it to the floor; kneeling in front of her as he does so. His mouth now level with her pussy, he places his mouth at the front of her pussy. He reaches out with his warm, moist tongue and lightly licks her swollen clit.
As he starts to stand, he places one arm behind her knees, brings the other up behind her shoulders, and lifts her, as he stands erect. He places his mouth over hers as he holds her in his arms, kissing her deeply, as he then turns to place her on the bed.
He lays her down and positions her arms outstretched and slightly over her head; her legs spread wide towards the lower corners of the bed. He watches her as he walks around the bed and he sees her chest rise and fall with her every breath. He knows that he has her complete trust and that she will stay just as he has placed for as long as he likes, doing nothing if he so desires. He knows that just the anticipation alone is driving her so wild that she could cum at the slightest touch of one of her nipples or on her clit.
He turns to the tray, which she placed at the bedside for him and selects the restraint cuffs, for her wrists, which he then secures to her wrists. Looking into her eyes, he sees her complete devotion and trust before he buckles the restraints to the straps near her wrists.
Telling her not to cum no matter what, he straddles her waist. Leaning over to look into her beautiful green eyes, he sees the love, desire and the passion she has for him. Holding her gaze, he grasps her breasts in his hands, watching the play of feelings cross through her very expressive eyes. Her eyes widened suddenly in evidence as a sharp pain crosses them briefly before turning to pleasure as he pinches and twists one nipple while kneading the flesh of the other breast.
The mixed feeling caused by his loving torture of her nipple brings tears of pleasure and pain to her eyes. He knows that just a little more pressure and she would cum for him if he so desired. Not wanting her to cum yet, he releases her nipple.
Leaning over he removes a vibrator from the tray. He places it lightly against her lips and turns the motor on. He slowly glides it over her lips until she opens her mouth and hungrily licks the vibrator with the tip of her tongue.
He slides the vibrator over her chin and down to her neck as he traces the outline of her open mouth with the tip of his tongue. He trails the vibrator over her right breast eliciting a small gasp at which he moves to cover with his hungry mouth. She sucks at his mouth drawing his tongue into hers, their tongues mating with one another.
As their passionate kiss ends, he reaches behind himself, placing the vibrator on her clit. She tries to push her hips towards it but, as he is still straddling her hips, his weight prevents her from doing so. Her need and desire are now so strong in her that she pushes harder against his weight to obtain her goal, straining against him.
Smiling, he slides over her hips and repositions himself to kneel between her legs. He moves the tip of the vibrator lightly over the lips of her pussy and back up to her clit. Opening the hot and wet lips of her pussy with the vibrator, he slides the vibrator it down into the small opening hidden between them.
He pushes the vibrator in as deep as it will go and just holds it there for a moment. He sees her body tense as she wants to cum and though it has been two months since he was home, he has no pity on her. She has learned well not to cum until he tells her she may. While he waits for her body to relax, he talks quietly to her.

He tells her how the sight of her bound wrists and her wet pussy, makes his cock hard for her. How her body writhing beneath him increases his pleasure and desire for her. Two minutes have passed when; he begins slowly moving the vibrator slowly in and out of her. Telling her that she can cum, he holds forces the vibrator deep inside of her. The waves of her orgasm wash over her and her cum drenches his hand as it flows from her body like a river bursting through a dam.
He sits next to her on the side of the bed and leaving the vibrator inside her, he pulls her legs together to hold it firmly in place and telling her not to move.
He turns back to the tray again and picks up the weighted nipple clamps lying there. He attaches one to her right nipple and tests the tightness by gently tugging on it. Then he places the remaining clamp on her other nipple, testing it in the same way. Each time he tugs on them, she tries to lift her shoulders off the bed and bites down on her bottom lip. He knows that they are not hurting her, but the mixture of pain and pleasure she expresses tells him that the feeling intensifies with the slightest tug.
He stands at the end of the bed and undresses before he walks over to his desk in the corner of the room where, he gets his desk chair and positions it at the foot of the bed. There he sits and watches her as she writhes and moans on the bed; the beaded weights move in unison with the swaying of her breasts.
He continues to observe her, feeling his cock begin to ache at the sight of her writhing supple body, and knowing how good it feels when buried deep inside of her.
Twelve minutes pass while he sits and stokes his cock to the rhythm of her moans and sighs. The vibrator continues to works inside her, sending vibrations through out her body.
Not liking to leave her alone when bound to the bed but, knowing that no harm will come to her for the couple of minutes it will take him to go to the kitchen to get a bowl of ice; he leaves her alone for the moment. When he returns, he places the bowl on the bed next to her right hip.
Turning for the third time to the tray, he retrieves the restraint cuffs for her ankles. First, he takes her left ankle and attaches the restraint to it. Then he buckles the strap to the restraint. He repeats the procedure with her right ankle. She is now bound spread eagle on the bed.
Climbing back up onto the bed, he kneels again between her spread legs. He places his hand over her hot soaked pussy, feeling it pulse. He draws small circles around her clit with the tip of his index finger tip and tells her she can cum at will now.
She pushes her hips towards him as much as her bindings allow, which is not as much as she would like. She wants to join him, to become a part of him, but she just cannot get close enough. As the waves of another orgasm hit her, she feels his mouth on her pussy, sucking and licking at her as she cums. He roughly scrapes his teeth over her sensitive clit, making her cum even more. As her body just begins to relax, she feels the vibrator move back and forth, and in and out of her. Finally, he pulls it out completely, but his finger continues to circle her clit.
She knows that he is not through with the vibrator as she can still hear its’ soft hum. Then she feels the vibrator pressed against her asshole and the pressure mounts as he slides it into her ass. Being wet and slick from her own body fluids, it glides straight in and she relaxes the muscles of her ass.
Next, she hears clinking reminiscent of ice in a glass bowl, though she cannot be certain since she cannot see. Suddenly she is sure. He begins to rub a piece of ice over her nipples and breasts. The instant cold of the ice against her hot flesh causes a quick gasp and her body automatically tenses. Once the surprise is over, she relaxes and enjoys the contrast.
The ice melts over her body, leaving a cold trail of glistening water that he quickly warms with his mouth as he follows the icy trail with his tongue. The melted piece of ice replaced with another as he reaches her clit. The heat of her pussy quickly counters the coldness of the ice as it passes from her clit over and between the lips of her pussy to find the hole from which he had removed the vibrator. He inserts the ice into the opening of her pussy, watching it contract as he does so. He slowly slides three more cubes of ice into her after first rubbing it over her clit.
He then lowers his body above hers, pressing her down into the mattress. He traces the outline of her lips with the tip of his left index finger. Feeling how parched her lips had become with the heat of her passion, he takes another piece of ice from the bowl. Holding the melting cube just above her lips, sparkling from the flickering candle light, droplets of water fall down onto her lips.
As the first droplet hits her lips, she parts them to run the tip of her tongue over her lips. Another droplet of the cool water lands on her tongue just as he lowers the ice to her lips. As trails of the melting ice run off her lips, he catches then with the tip of his tongue.
He raises himself off her and positions himself to penetrate her most treasured opening with his throbbing cock. As the head of his cock encounters her warmth, he looks into her adoring eyes. As he pushed into her, her eyes glazed over briefly. The combination of the vibrator in her ass, the heat of his swollen and throbbing cock along with the melting ice in her pussy, took her immediately to the edge of orgasm.
She feels as though she is in heaven. This is where she belongs: in his bed, with his cock in her. She is his and his alone. Letting out the deep breathe she had drawn when he first entered her; she pushes against him. When he begins moving inside her again, she meets his thrusts to take him deeper.
The contrasting sensations in her pussy cause his cock to harden just a bit more as he repeatedly thrusts in and out of her. His orgasm builds quickly as he fucks her. He begins thrusting harder and deeper into her as she moans and moves beneath him, driving him over the edge. He gives one finally hard thrust, and his cock pumps his cum inside. With the final thrust of his cock, he tugs on the chain of the nipple clamps, pulling both clamps off. The release of the clamps lets the blood flood back into nipples causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body tenses and relaxes simultaneously as her orgasm shakes her as she cums on his cock. He loves looking in to her wonderful eyes as she cums just for him; he never took his eyes from hers.
He collapses on top of her as his strength wrung from him. As their breathing begins to slow to a somewhat normal rate, he raises himself from her and removes the straps from her ankle restraints, then the ones from her wrists. He slowly removes the vibrator from her ass, shuts it off and lays it aside.
As he lies down on his back beside her, she sits up and leans over his cock taking to take it into her mouth. She licks and sucks his cock, cleaning their cum from him.
He grips her hair and, she releases his cock to allow him to pull her down against his side where she curls into him, laying her head on his chest. After a few moments, she turns her face upwards and whispers to him that she loves him. She then lightly kisses his cheek and snuggles closer. In response, he holds her tight against him, kisses the top of her head and tells her how much he loves her.
She lies quietly beside him until she hears his breathing change, indicating that he has fallen asleep. She carefully slides from his arms and slips out of the bed to blow out the candles. With the last candle snuffed, she returns to his side. His arms reach for her even as he sleeps. She returns to the comfort and safety of arms and drifts off to sleep, knowing theirs is a love untouchable by others.

The alarm. Again.
He had heard it now maybe twice before, and always at intervals of 10 minutes. Time just enough to fall back into dreaming-the plot continues but is now informed by that subliminal contingency of just 10 minutes more.
Shit. Why don’t she turn the fucking thing off?
And so consciousness arrived to confirm a splinter-at first only a vague, almost phantom pain; but soon registering smart inside his bestial paws, now pawing at her pillow.
Yes, she was up already-how long had she?
His somnambulant fingers worked to silence the alarm, and bypassing the confusion of its buttons managed to pull the cord from the socket nearest her side of the bed.
The alarm stopped. He could now make out the distant sound of a shower coming from the bathroom adjacent to her sister’s room; to the right and further down the hall. He went back to sleep.
“I thought you were getting up early today. Don’t you have work to do?”
Playfully she said this, but even as a child Julie’s play must have centered around the ritual of the costume (or was what is typically called play-acting). Any prop that struck her as being out of place for the period, any behavior that she thought threatened the proper motivational-arch for the character, and Julie was left stewing in a bilious broth. At such times sarcasm colored every cadence; her eyes becoming hard as marbles, their whites constricting two pale circles of blue-the same blue as the shell of a robin’s egg.
“I will but I need an extra hour. One hour and I’m good to go.”
“I guess some of us just aren’t that lucky. Anyway, I’ll try to be home around 6.
Keep Sara company. And it would be great if you could finish shoveling out the driveway like you promised to do before I get back so I don’t have to park on the street when my parents come back tomorrow, remember? Their flight is supposed to land at Logan around 5 in the afternoon, if the weather is good-which is what the latest reports are saying. Good luck writing your paper, honey.”
She kissed his cheek. She smelled like lipstick and shampoo.
“And stay out of trouble, you!”
Julie talked to him like he was a kid but she was only a year older-25, a Scorpio and with more than a moon in Cancer. She swung her black vinyl purse over her shoulder and left.
After a minute or so he heard her car stall into drive and than wheels backing over the hard packed snow. He needed to piss but heard Sara moving in the hall. Since before the first alarm he had had a giant erection and didn’t want to scare her with it-she was after all only 18, a senior in high school and - according to her sister - still a virgin. Once he heard Sara’s feet stomp their way down the cold hardwood stairs he bolted for the bathroom.
Downstairs Sara had plopped, feet-up on the couch and was scooping Capt. Crunch with an oversized spoon. She was watching cartoons and managed to laugh in between, and sometimes during, those big milky bites of cereal.
“Morning Jeff.”
“Hey Sara, what you watching?”
“Sponge Bob.”
“Oh… man, I need some coffee.
“Rough night?”
“No worse than usual.”
He started to fill the kettle with water in the sink.
“Yeah, you two kept me up.”
“Oh, yeah? What’d you hear?”
“Enough.”
She began to laugh-at the cartoon, or at the memory of the noise made the night before by him and her sister? He was uncertain.
“I see.”
He put the kettle on the stove and lit the burner with a match.
Coffee in hand - black, and with a copious amount of sugar - Jeff joined Sara in the TV room and took a seat on the red suede lazyboy (their Daddy’s chair).
She was not pretty in the way cheerleaders are supposed to be pretty. Her ass was a bit too big and her tits not perky enough. But she wasn’t bad. She had a very healthy look. Her cheeks still held an oz. of babyfat and her complexion was always a rosy flush- as if she were still blushing from some long forgotten embarrassment. Her legs were a lot longer than her sister’s legs, and of a better shape he thought. Her feet were another matter; they were bigger than a man’s (maybe even bigger than mine? he thought). Her hair was a wild nest of red and wiry ringlets which dangled down to her broad and freckled shoulders.
After his coffee Jeff found his boots and began to lace them up to their brim. He had remembered to double his socks that morning. Jeff knew from yesterday’s go at it that the snow in spots drifted well over his waist. The blizzard had hit the day before yesterday and the schools were still closed, many now comparing the storm to the big one of ‘78. He buttoned the brass buttons of his green corduroy jacket and pulled a wool knit-cap over his brown uncombed hair. Jeff was tall at 6 foot 4, but even though he was a heavy weight most of that was bone. He had deep brown eyes that made him look sad even at his happiest. Over last few months with Julie his eyes betrayed him less and less.
“Well, I’m going to go finish that damn driveway. I think there is still some wood
left over, so you might want to start a fire if you’re cold. I don’t think we burned all the newspapers last night, so you might want to hunt around for some starter. I’ll be outside if you need me.”
After a good 10 minutes the door swung open. Jeff’s breath was heavy. His coat had a festive tinseling of ice, and his pants were saturated with melting snow. Jeff stood a moment in the doorway bending his back backwards in an effort to straighten his spine.
“You look beat. Maybe you should warm up near the fire.”
She said this proud of the healthy fire she had built in the black belly of the cast-iron stove.
“I need to warm my insides first.”
He picked open the lock to Daddy’s liquor cabinet with a small flat-head screwdriver, which he kept in his pants pocket for solely this purpose, and pulled out a big bottle of Irish whiskey. He poured out one shot - downed it - than poured another. After this he carefully placed the bottle back where it was before and closed the cabinet door, leaving it unlocked.
“I’m telling! No one but Daddy ever drinks from that bottle. He had it brought
back special from Ireland, they don’t even sell it here.”
He winked at her and she started to laugh again. She had a great laugh he thought. Sara wasn’t afraid of the sounds she made. Most people catch themselves in the middle of a laugh and for company’s sake try to suppress the belly’s joy. Not Sara. She just let it go-whether she was fearless, or simply oblivious Jeff could never tell.
“Well, back to work.”
Again he left to go shovel outside.
After 5 minutes or so, Jeff felt something hit him soft on the shoulder-blade. Then again another soft blow, this time to the hip. He turned around and saw Sara just as she cut the corner of the house and began to chase her as best he could through the snow. Sara had a good 20 yards on Jeff but he was faster and soon over-took her pushing her screaming into the snow. Her arms flailing like a snow angel in the midst of an epileptic fit. He pummeled her face with cold handfuls of snow; taking some and stuffing it down the back of her sweater at which she squealed like a kitten yanked hard by her tail. Sara managed to wiggle out of his clumsy hold, got up and ran back to the house. When Jeff too was back inside she had already thrown off her sweater in a frigid panic and was now shivering by the wood-stove trying to get warm. It took Sara more than a moment to realize all she had on top was her bra. Jeff noticed immediately and for the moment was transfixed like children sometimes are alone and playing with matches.
“You got snow all down my shirt. I’m fucking freezing!”
He said nothing and she began to notice a change in him. Jeff had never looked at her that way before, and in truth the thoughts Jeff was thinking now had never before formalized in his mind. Even in his most sinister masturbation fits - when lust would hit him like a narcotic and his eyes would cloud over with sin - never had he dared think of Sara as he was thinking of her now.
“Look, you even got my pants all wet. Just look at me, I’m soaked straight through to the bone!”
She slipped her pants button loose and slowly zipped down. Sara’s big eyes could not stand to look at him now. Slowly she slid the soaked pants off her hip. She froze in the middle of this and for a good time the pants were being held up only by the thick round of her rump. Jeff could now see that her panties were pink and had cute little rows of tiny red hearts stenciled on them. He started to move slowly towards the furnace. Sara just stood there frozen with eyes bent downwards and looking at her big masculine feet, still cold and covered by wet white socks. As Jeff was now an arms length away, she turned back towards the stove and felt the fire’s hot breath wash over her skin. Then hands. Sara felt hands! Hands touching soft, but there on her hip. Hands with fingers now alive and running along the elastic on top of her panties. Hands finishing the push of pants - now down beyond her butt - and falling down her long and shapely legs. Pants like a lasso around her weakening ankles. Knees wobbling together. Nerves caught in an electrical stutter… Jeff let his hands cup over her bra and felt her heart beating like a migraine against his sweaty palm. Through all of this Sara did not move an inch. He unhooked the bra and let it slide off her broad and freckled shoulders. Her breasts bare now as he held them again, this time squeezing and giving her nipples a slight pinch before leaving…
Sara cleared her throat. Jeff thought she was about to say something but Sara remained silent and perfectly still. Was she catatonic with freight? He kissed the back of her neck and spoke gently into her ear.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Maybe.”
She turned towards him. She felt him press closer and she could not breathe. She felt the gravity of his kiss and soon her tongue was dancing in congress with his. Sara had only kissed a few boys in her young life but this felt apart from the others. She was aware of Jeff’s right hand, how it was suddenly - yet drawn-out like a slow-motion picture - cascading down her side and across her belly. Then the feel of fingers burrowing down - past where the tan-line would be, if this was summer and not cold December - fingers limberly falling down, and then…
“Oh God!”
Her voice rising above a whisper for the first time.
“God has nothing to do with this.”
He said this final blasphemy as the V of his fingers spread across her damp and fuzzy mound. He let then the V turn into and I and dipped it in a little deeper, but careful not to go to far…
“Oh fuck!”
“I’m listening.”
He said while kissing away the dot from underneath her exclamation.
Jeff started to pivot away from the fire and she moved with him and they both stumbled in one hot heap onto the floor. Looking into his eyes Sara again became afraid; there was nothing in his eyes to mistake with what he now wanted. Sara blinked and her eyelids held shut, tight as she felt him slowly peel away her panties and tighter as she came to know this strange and novel kiss.
Jeff could taste the freshness of her cunt. It showed nothing of her sister’s bitter salt. It was also pinker - “pink” pink - and lighter looking somehow. But as he was eating he felt hesitation to breech the issue of penetration. He was wary of her virginity and did not want to inflict any pain.
“Fuck me!”
Sara grunted the words:
“Fuck me right now!”
“What?”
Confused by the vulgar tonality of her sudden insistence.
“I want you to. Oh God! I want it in me. Oh Jeff, fuck me!”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Please. I want you to. I want your cock in me.”
Sara had never seen it but knew with the curiosity of knowing something new that she had to have it. Down-there his kissing had brought a smile to her womb and now it wanted more. And for the first time in her young life she was in no position to argue against her womb. Sara raced up to the top of his fly and zipped down hard.
“Easy, girl…”
She nodded obediently-obedient not to him but to this new hunger burning bellow her belly. And even though she had never seen a live one and up close, Sara was cock-hungry all the same.
Jeff’s pants undone she reached into them as he helped her pull down his boxers. What she found was far worse that she had imagined. It was big - almost too big, she fretted - and pulsing, like something living apart from the man now holding it. Sara thought it ugly, yet she could not keep her eyes off of it. She was transfixed. And she remembered how Jeff looked when he first saw her standing cold and without her sweater near the fire. She poked at it with her finger and laughed nervously when it responded with a twitch towards the memory of her touch.
“Why don’t you kiss it?”
She gave it a quick peck on its head - laughed again - than took it in her mouth. At first she was scared of choking on the thing, but after a few moments she developed a slow and timid sort of rhythm.
“Try a little faster.”
Her pace increased a little, then a lot.
“Watch your teeth.”
“I’m sorry…”
His cock back in Sara’s mouth before she could fully express her sincere, novice-minded apologies. Jeff let out a moan as his eyes began to roll back to the stem of his skull.
“OK. Stop.”
He said , smiling.
“You don’t want me to finish just yet, do you?”
She shook her head no. She laid back down as he pried open her knees.
“This might hurt a little at first-OK?”
Sara nodded and began to brace herself best as she could figure, still not knowing exactly what to expect and fearful that his size might prove a problem. She felt its head press thick against her wet pussy lips - her pussy until now only pawed at late after her family was all asleep, touching herself while tucked cozy in the warm nook of her bed and the door securely locked - but never, never was it like…
She felt the head push itself in, one hard head against a tender wall…..
Jeff pushing past the membrane of her resistance, mindful to make it as swift and clean as possible. And she let out a cry. And he felt a warm flood surround his girth, blood he thought but kept at it. Fucking her hard and deep. His cock swelling to meet every damp corner of her virgin sex. And soon she was past the pain and her body was commingled and one with his body and every movement was shared. And he felt her hands grabbing at his ass to pull him in deeper and pulling him so deep that he felt in danger of being swallowed forever within the dense black-hole of her womb…
“I want you to cum all over my cock.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to get me all wet with your cum.”
“Oh God! It feels so good Jeff. I think I’m cumming… Oh God!”
Jeff pulled out and stroking it like a prize offered it to her mouth once more. She began to suck and was now tasting her pussy for the first time. It tasted good on his cock. Her tongue moving along the belly of his shaft and her hands cupping his tensing balls.
Sara’s mouth filling up warm with his seed beating spasms against the roof of her mouth-letting Jeff’s love ooze out the corners of her mouth, globs of white dropping from her tired pink tongue and landing wet against the bare heave of her breasts.
There was a stain of blood on the carpet; not the flood he had felt, but a couple of spots red and small.
“That’ll need to be clean before Julie gets home.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it. But… Do you think what we did was wrong?”
“That depends on how you look at things. Do you think it was wrong?”
“I feel bad. Bad about Julie. Do you think she’ll know?”
“Not unless someone tells her. I won’t if you won’t. Deal?”
“Deal. I’ll never tell. But… Sometimes she’s kinda spooky. Like when we were kids she used to talk to ghosts… She told me once that sometimes she can see the past like its a movie. I hope she never sees this.”
“Don’t worry. Your sister’s not as clever as she puts on.”
“I didn’t say clever, I said spooky.”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it… Hey, want me to let you in on something?”
“What?”
“You were wonderful.”
“Thanks, but you don’t have to tell me that.”
“No, I’m not bullshiting you. You were great. In fact, I’d say you are a lot better fuck than your sister is.”
“That’s a terrible thing to say.”
Julie came home on time, stamping snow on the carpet and seeing Sara on the couch watching TV.
“Where’s Jeff?”
“In your room I think. Writing his paper.”
When she opened the door to her room she saw her boyfriend lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She also noticed that his cock was hard and throbbing in his hand.
“Well, it looks like you glad to see me.”
She said smartly:
“Save some of that for me, will you?”
He said nothing as Julie began to take off her work clothes. Soon she was in a black lace bra and panties and sliding her nylons slowly down her legs. She was a small girl but well proportioned and curvy like a 1950’s pin-up. She had red hair too, but unlike her sister her hair was ironed straight and the shade was darker. She sat on the bed beside Jeff and began to play with his cock.
“Does he want kisses?”
“He wants you to suck him. Suck him all the way down your pretty little throat.”
He was in no mood to be cute.
As she took him in her mouth he grabbed hard onto her hair.
“Suck that cock!”
She began to mutter something but it was too late. The head of Jeff’s cock was spearing Julie’s tonsils and if she could have seen his eyes at that instant she would be freaked. In that instant Jeff looked like a rapist, like some thick-browed primitive having his first premonition of fire. He tore off Julie’s black lace panties and bent her over the bed. She could feel his girth press up against her, then as suddenly stabbing in-drawing out her wetness on the way back and then stabbing again.
“Be careful! I’m very delicate down there, you know.”
Her pleas were met by grunts and silence. As he fucked her he spread open her asscheeks with his hands and his eyes feasted on that little button of an asshole that had so long eluded his cock. He wet his fingers in his mouth and soon was gliding them along the ring of her closed anus. Soon he inserted one wet finger - shallow, but in - and soon deeper and moving in concert with his hard thrusting cock still warm inside her cunt.
“Cut it out! Behave back there.”
He slid another finger in, two fingers now working to loosen the grip of her clenched rectum. He then pulled out of her pussy completely and began to devote his tongue to preparing her virgin ass. He spit on his cock and then pushed the head against her now quivering asshole.
“Please stop! It will hurt!”
His head in, and now further… the ring of her hole pinching tight around his shaft.
“I’m going to fuck you up your tight ass, bitch. Can you feel me up there?”
“Yes…”
Julie’s voice was smothered in the pillow she was biting so she did not look up to see Sara naked in the light through the open crack of the bedroom door and fingering her pussy. Jeff stared at Sara as he mercilessly assfucked Julie.
“Oh Fuck! Cum in my ass!”
Not sure if she was getting into it or whether she just wanted this to be over and done with, Jeff abruptly pulled his cock out of Julie’s asshole.
“I think I need a drink of water. Want anything?”
“Yeah, I could use some water too. You really wore me out.”
She was obviously relieved at this respite, and again burying her head into the dampness of her pillow missed that Jeff walked out naked and still stroking his stiff red prick-searching now for sister Sara.
He found Sara at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed hold of his cock and lead him by his stiffness over to the couch.

I would like to thank Athena_by_night and Dcraig for their help in getting this finished and edited. I thank you for your creative input that really made this chapter much better.
And here is it, my wonderful readers, the next chapter that will be followed with a few more. But this will begin the daring ride to the end. Are you ready? lol Let’s just find out. So, without further ado, I give you Chapter 13.
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The next morning they all sat together for breakfast at a local favorite restaurant. Having finished eating, they enjoyed relaxing with their coffees when Bruce lit up a cigarette.
Jonathan eyed him doing so with some interest. But having not had a smoke in so many months it really didn’t pay for him to begin again. Plus the fact that it might start World War 3 with Greg and Tony, so he remained silent about it.
“I’ll drive you to work and hide your car at the yard. I think Ben is going to issue you a different one, from what he said this morning.” Bruce informed him.
“Okay, it’ll be good that he does. They know my car now.”
“Yes, he said that, too. He also said you’ll be stayin’…”
“Bruce…” Tony reached across the table getting his attention, as he eyed the two men that walked in. They were dressed professionally in suites and dark shades. This early in the morning there was no need for the shades, it still being dark outside, really. It was a give away from the moment they waltzed in. And he thought he recognized one of them, but wasn’t sure.
Jonathan turned looking at them too. He gasped when he saw Peter accompanied by Maurice. When he recognized Maurice, he spun back around, his face turning white.
“What is it, Jon?” Bruce leaned to his right asking softly. His arm moved to the back of the cushion and around Jonathan’s shoulders for comfort.
“The man with the dark hair, that’s Maurice. The other guy is Peter.” He whispered.
Bruce looked at the tall handsome blonde that Jonathan knew as his friend. He was not able to see his eyes until he was sitting and pulled his shades almost completely off his nose. Peter looked over at Bruce fully showing him the light crystalline blue of them readily.
In them he saw a purity he had never seen before. They were kind and full of hope and gentleness. The color was also nothing like he had ever seen in anyone. “Angel” came to mind as Bruce stared right into them. The man called Peter barely smiled with a very slight nod, and as if to answer his thought. He then pushed the shades back on that mirrored Bruce’s stare.
Now Bruce gave attention to his perfectly full lips that appeared to turn up even more. They were very attractive to say the least. He was obviously muscular beneath the jacket and vest he wore. A trim waist was accentuated by the tailored aspects of his clothes. And his hair was long, straight and yellow blonde.
Bruce watched him lean to the man next to him that was speaking to him in a whisper. His attention then went to the man sitting there making mental notes about his appearance.
His short dark hair seemed to lie in wisps about his ears and neck. He seemed a bit shorter to the man next to him. And his face was rugged with a squared jaw line, eyes that appeared cold and malevolent, and a coarse contrast to Peter all the way around. He now understood what Greg had meant when he looked into those eyes.
“Mr. Bowman only wants him alive.” He heard Peter’s soft baritone voice with its thick accent return to Maurice.
Jonathan shuddered having heard it, too. Bruce looked at the young man next to him feeling his sudden quiver.
“I want to leave, Bruce.” He whispered his breath shaking as he spoke. “Peter won’t let Maurice hurt me. But he won’t follow us either.”
Bruce watched the waitress approach the two men across the room. “Let them order and we’ll leave when their food comes to them.” He suggested softly, hoping that with their meals before them they would leave them well enough alone.
“He then leaned across the table toward Tony. “Why are they here?”
“They’re making a statement, Bruce.” Tony leaned as close as possible, whispering.
“What statement?”
“That they’re watchin’ us and know every move we make.”
“But Peter won’t let Maurice hurt us.” Jonathan had joined them whispering also.
“Yes, true…” Tony glanced at the blonde who gave him a nod that was so slight he almost missed it. He saw a look of respect in his expression, one he had not seen in a long while. He nodded in return. “…He’s only a man.” His attention went back to the group he was with. “…If Maurice gets a wild enough hair up his ass, he’ll kill Peter himself.”
“NO!” Jonathan barked sitting back suddenly. “Don’t you ever say that again!” he pointed a deeply emotional, trembling finger at the man.
Tony stared at him long, as did everyone else in the room.
“Tony, you know how he feels about the man. Why would you torment him with a statement like that?” Bruce asked then.
“I wasn’t meaning to torment him. I was only stating a fact.”
“A fact that I believe was very unnecessary and very mistaken.” Bruce chided gently.
“What do you mean?” Tony’s brow furrowed not understanding the second part of Bruce’s statement.
“I don’t believe he is of this world. And you can think whatever you like, I don’t care.”
“Bruce…” Tony leaned back grinning. “…Are you alright?”
“Yes, I am…” The man stated firmly.
“Then what do you think he is? Or where from?” he leaned toward Bruce again, asking quietly.
“Not from here. That’s all I have to say on the matter.”
“Why? What makes you think that?”
“Have you really looked into his eyes?”
“Once or twice, why? What did you see?”
“A purity that’s not of this earth,” was all he said.
*****
Tony now stared at him, thinking back to one of the two occasions he had peered into those very different eyes. He recalled that he too had viewed what he had not seen in any man on earth. One was a pure love and gentle kindness he had never known before. Their conversation was of Jonathan at the moment. Peter was informing him of the goings on in the Bowman mansion.
“I can’t prove a damn thing you’re telling me. So why are you here, if you can’t give me more to go on? And why can’t you tell me where I can get my proof?” He asked being drawn by those captivating eyes of his to the point he almost could not look away from them.
“You will find a way, Tony Santini. I assure you, your tenacity will not allow you to stop until you do.” Peter’s ‘R’s’ rolled off his tongue with so much ease. “…You are empowered to find the truth. And you only need to look in the simplest of places, my friend.”
“Simplest places? What are you saying? Speak English. I don’t do riddles, man. And how the hell do you know my name?” Tony scoffed.
Peter gave him a most amused grin. “You will know when the time comes. I must leave you, now. I am needed elsewhere.” He turned and the wind caught his hair blowing it to one side a bit.
Tony watched him walk back to the house. He was such a beautiful man. Yet, he found himself not able to think of him in a salacious way as he normally would. It seemed there was a shield around him that protected him from such. But he only shook it off as a moment of sanity in a time that seemed so unreal, especially for the poor youth inside the house. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had not answered his last question.
*****
The waitress was now bringing out a platter on which were several plates, along with a few other item. She trudged over to the table where Peter and Maurice sat.
“Okay, let’s go…” Bruce whispered to the group. He dug into his pocket leaving enough money on the table to pay the bill and a handsome tip for the tired woman that had waited on them so patiently and expeditiously.
They moved to the entrance leaving through the door. Jonathan stopped looking over at Peter one last time, seeing Maurice was digging into his pancakes and bacon hungrily.
Peter had removed his shades and leaned slightly over his simple plate of sunny side up eggs, and toast. His eyelids lifted suddenly seeming to know Jonathan was staring at him. It caused the young man’s breath to be caught in his throat.
Bruce was holding the door for him and looked over at Peter in time to see the pure love the man exuded as he stared back at the youth. His lips turned up into a gentle smile. They then mouthed the words, “Go, while you can”.
“Come on, Jonathan.” Bruce put a hand on his shoulder now realizing this man was in no way their enemy. And as long as he accompanied Maurice, they were in no danger of either of them.
He urged him through the door and to the car that Greg had already cranked and had ready for them. They got in and quickly were driving out of the parking lot.
He dropped Tony and Jonathan off at the motel. Bruce then took over the wheel ordering the other two to get everything together and be ready to go when he got back.
*****
“That’s was dern close, Bruce.” Greg commented as they went.
The man sighed. “I just hope Peter hangs around for a long while. At least until this is over. It makes me nervous leaving you knowing Maurice is about.”
“I’ll be fine, Bruce. I don’t think Ben will let anything happen to me. You just be sure to call me once a day so I’ll know you’re alive out there.”
“Yes, dear.” Bruce teased.
“I mean it, Bruce. Don’t play that with me. I’ll worry myself sick about the three of you.” he fussed.
“I will Greg…” He reached a hand to him caressing a cheek. “…I promise.”
Greg took his hand kissing each knuckle lovingly. Lingering over them, nipping gently, tugging one finger at first into his mouth to suck on it lovingly. Slowly. Sensuously. Erotically. Bruce’s breathing altered slightly at Greg’s tender ministrations.
Greg grew excited at the change in his lover’s breathing. It encouraged him to explore further. Looking up at him with adoration shining, he inserted another finger, teasing them equally and expertly with his tongue.
Letting his tongue travel the length of both to rest at the apex of the fingers, nudging against the sensitive skin. Bruce let out a long throaty moan at Greg’s foreplay.
“Hey, when we get back, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. You’re choice. We’ll make it a date.”
“Just you and me?” Greg perked then.
“Sure, babe. We’ll go where you want and do what you want. So, you think about that this week.” Bruce then moaned as Greg pressed his lips to the palm of his hand. “You keep that up and I’ll find a hole to park this thing. We’ll go at it in the back seat. And you’ll be late for work.”
“I don’t care at this point.” Greg informed him not thinking about his job or anything else at the moment.
He just wanted to feel Bruce’s arms around him, he wanted to explore and taste him. Knowing that it would have to last awhile. Greg sullenly looked at his hands, not quite sure what else to say or do at this point. He was happy they were going to be safe and yet, sad they were leaving him behind. He was never indecisive, but he was feeling that way at the moment.
Bruce whipped the car into an abandoned warehouse parking lot. Finding a dark corner to hide in he put the car in park and turned on a little air. Without another word or thought he leaned to him grasping him at the back of the head. Pulling him to him he planted his lips to Greg’s.
The doctor quickly latched onto him half turning to him. He drove his tongue deep into his mouth enjoying the feel of him that almost seemed forgotten, even though they had relished each other the night before.
“You didn’t get enough of me, did you?” Bruce barely pulled away to ask in a whisper.
“Not even…” Greg half laughed.
“You want to take advantage of me, doctor?” Bruce teased.
“I’ll take what I can get.” the man scarcely returned.
Bruce pulled away stepping out of the car. He ducked down as Greg seemed surprised that he did and only sat there watching him. “Well, come on, stud.” the man teased, closing the front door getting into the back of the car.
Post-haste, the doctor jumped out and into the back. Bruce sat waiting as Greg climbed in moving quickly toward him. Without hesitation, he straddled his hips, took his face in both his hands, beginning to ravish his mouth urgently.
It was never the same, never grew old. His ardor for Greg increased every time they were together, every time they touched. He loved this man and would die for him. He ached to experience him fully, to feel him lie quiescent in his arms while he made love to him so very tenderly. He knew Greg’s thoughts as if they were his own. Being dominant was not called for at this moment, but tenderness was.
Bruce wasted no time at loosening Greg’s shirt and lifting the t-shirt underneath. His hands roamed his upper body licentiously. His fingers lightly traced the outlines and every detail of his chest and abdomen. They lingered here and there to tease with so much painstaking care.
Greg moaned at the feel of a nipple being tormented to very gently. His kiss became ardent almost forcing Bruce’s head back against the seat. Another moan escaped him as the gentle fingers squeezed his stippled flesh even more. Then he felt the flat of both hands move slowly across each one.
It felt so good to have this man’s hands on him, to know he was restraining himself in anticipation of their release. And knowing the danger this posed to them all if Jonathan should be taken, while they loved each other. Greg sighed, making his final decision.
“Oh, god, Bruce…” he breathed wildly to him. “…I want you so bad.”
Looking seriously into his face he moved so that Greg rested beneath him on the seat. The doctor recognized that expression on his face quickly. Without being told, he opened Bruce’s shirt and jeans as Bruce did the same for him. It seemed a tug of war for a moment until they were prepared to do what they intended. Bruce had come out of his jeans and shoes and now maneuvered over his lover.
“What are you doing?” Greg asked suddenly. “What if we get ca-”
“Shhh. Don’t say it. We won’t get caught.” He then came down over him pushing onto him fully. His lips met Greg’s in a most passionate kiss. Exploring his oral recesses fully, he lingered there for so long. Fulfilling his need and the need of his friend and lover, he remained in his arms, holding him, kissing, touching slowly, gently, and riding Greg all the while.
Greg accepted all of him totally and without reservation. He watched Bruce through half-lidded eyes, his desire for this man overcoming all the problems they faced. This was the Bruce he knew and loved so very tenderly. The side that he rarely showed. And Greg knew that he was doing it for him, which made him love Bruce more.
His lips moved down Greg’s throat, planting kisses as he went. A hand moved to his chest beginning a new torture of an erect nipple. The finger lightly traced the areola, as his lips and tongue teased his flesh. Tasting. Relishing. Moving out over a shoulder.
The nipple hardened more under the care of Bruce. He lightly took it between a finger and thumb squeezing gently. A tug and Greg was trembling. And he knew it was from the combination of all that he was affording him.
“Bruce!” the man called to him suddenly pulling his body fully to him.
“Yes, Greg?” he almost laughed feeling his demise in the same instant.
Feeling the doctor arch hard toward him, he began to hear his urgent cries of ecstasy. The feel of him pulsing deep inside him flung him quickly over the edge. He pressed his lips almost right over his ear filling it with his labored breath and rapturous sounds.
The harshness of his initial release subsiding, the slickness of his skin underneath his hands, the gentle changeover to muted sounds of residual pleasure all were important to him. He wanted to leave Greg satisfied, content and knowing his love for him. He held him gently to his breast, their combined breathing calming the other. Rocking them gently in the world they had created for themselves. No one else mattered in that moment. Time stood still. They reveled in their shared intimacy, knowing that it would be awhile before they would be together again.
Sooner than they desired, they were redressing after a moment of afterglow. Bruce jumped back into the driver’s seat driving the doctor to the hospital.
When Greg got out of the car he leaned down looking at Bruce silently for a moment. “Take care of yourself out there, Bruce. Don’t you dare let anything happen to my family.” his voice broke as he fussed lightly.
“I won’t, Greg. You just listen to Ben and stay safe.” The man could see the emotion on his face, in his eyes. “Come ‘ere, babe. Don’t go in there like that.” he reached a hand to Greg speaking gently.
Greg moved back in being led to his long time lover. A kiss on each of his filled eyes forced him to close them. More kisses were fluttered over his cheeks and finally his lips. There is where Greg suddenly embraced him clinging to him as if for dear life.
“I’ll be fine, Greg. You sure you don’t want to go with us?” Bruce whispered softly.
“I wish I could. I just have no more vacation time left to go.” he almost began to weep.
“You don’t think Doug would give you a break on this?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve been out too much as it is.”
“Okay, then, you need to stop this. You’ll make yourself sick with all this worry and emotion. Now go on, before I kidnap you.” the man grinned slightly at the last. But it was a forced smile. He choked back his own emotions as he watched Greg pull away.
On his way out, Greg hesitated of a second. When he was out of the car, he closed the door rushing inside the building without looking back. He knew if he did he would be going with them after all. And at the moment his patients really needed him.
*****
Jonathan and Tony were completely packed at ready when Bruce entered the room. They were sitting with fresh coffee from the coffee shop across the street. A third cup waited for the man when he return, and all of his belongings were carefully packed and waiting.
They were talking over some important issues of their safety on the road. Jonathan agreed but was becoming so excited he could not sit still. When the door opened he sprang to his feet ready to go.
“Have a seat, guys. We still have a few minutes left. And I need a quick shower before we leave.” he smiled, as he rushed into the bathroom with his shower bag closing the door.
“I wonder what’s with him?” Jonathan asked.
“Must have been a little tussle between him and Greg.” Tony looked to the door concerned. “Don’t you worry about it. He’ll work through it.” the man smiled gently at Jonathan.
“I hope. He really don’t need this right before he leaves.”
“Drink your coffee and relax. It’ll be alright.” When Bruce came out he changed his clothes to the surprise of the two. Going to the table, he sat at the place the extra cup had been placed.
“This for me?” he asked with a hopeful grin.
“Sure it is.” Tony informed him then.
“How’s Greg?” Tony asked seeing Bruce was a little out of sorts.
“He’s worried and scared.” He returned, but didn’t add his feeling on the matter.
“He should come with us, Bruce. I-”
Bruce held up a hand stopping him. “He had his choice. I gave him the option. He feels obligated to stay and see his patients. So, I don’t think that should be questioned or commented about.” Bruce removed the lid of his tall coffee taking a long sip. “Are we all ready to go?”
“Sure, Bruce.” Jonathan chimed with excitement.
“Good. The yard will be open around seven. We have a few extra minutes before we have to pack the car up and go.” He lifted his cup once more taking another sip. Setting it back onto the table, he lit up again. “I really want you to keep in mind that this is my job, not a sight seeing tour. I have to be in New Mexico at a certain time. If I’m late, I’ll miss the window for my back haul. Then we might be stuck in New Mexico over the weekend. And that would make me very unhappy, Jon.” The man warned.

Hal smiled as he squeezed a lemon over his trout almondine, “So you wanted to hear more did you?”
“Now Hal,” I said, “You left me hanging with your last story, I had to find out how you ended up in bed with your girlfriend’s roommate.”
“Well, and the fish is mighty tasty by the way, thank you Jim, well, anyway, how I ended up in bed with the roommate. Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t plan to do it? That I actually told her no, over and over again.”
“You trying to tell me the girl raped you? Even better, did you try and tell your girlfriend that you were raped by her roommate?”
“Well, she didn’t buy it, said something along the lines of, ‘Your cock’s so small you’ve got to work your ass off just to get it in anything and you expect me to believe that you tried to stop her?’”
“She seemed to have a point there Hal.”
“Hey, pass me a bit of that tartar sauce,” he said. I handed him the sauce and waited silently while he carefully dipped his spoon and evenly spread it over his fish. He then took a small bite and spent the next two minutes chewing it.
“Are you going to tell me the story? I mean, you do seem to be enjoying this lunch I bought you,” I finally burst out.
“Okay, okay, let me explain how it happened. I stopped over, hoping to catch my girlfriend, but she had just left with a load of laundry. Her roommate Lisa, invited me in to wait.
“Well, I hadn’t been there long before Lisa sat down beside me on the couch and whispered, ‘She told me about you, you know.’”
“I asked, ‘What about me?’”
“‘About your size, how small it is,’ she said, resting her arm on the couch behind me. ‘You know, it kind of turned me on.’”
“Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I eased away from her a bit, ‘Oh, okay,’ was all I could think of to say.”
“‘I’ve been with guys before… no, I’m still a virgin, but I’ve done other things, in their cars,’ she said and then, I guess trying to shock me or something she continued, ‘I suck their cocks, their big cocks.’”
“I squirmed a bit and asked about how much longer she expected my girlfriend to be gone. She ignored my questions and continued, saying, ‘I’ve read about deep throat in an article once. It said with some practice a girl could do it with even large cocks.’”
“I moved to get up from the couch, but she pulled me back down, ‘Oh, come on, you want it, every guy wants it.’”
“I said, ‘No, I have a girlfriend,’ but I didn’t move. I did want it, my girlfriend wouldn’t consider it with me, so I wanted it.”
“She began messing with my belt and pants, trying to unfasten it. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘you aren’t going to make me beg are you?’”
“‘No!’ I said, moving her hands, ‘She’ll be home soon anyway.’”
“‘She had a big load to wash, we have plenty of time.’”
“She kept on and on, pawing at my pants until I finally leaned back and let her go. She unfastened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and reached into my jockey shorts. I was hard, the thought of her deep throating me had me turned on big time. My cock stood out more than it ever has before. Unfortunately, as she wrapped her fist around it, it was still small enough to disappear into her palm.”
“‘Oh, it’s so cute,’ she said, holding it tight in her hand. I just closed my eyes, waiting for her mouth.”
“She called it cute,” I said, “damn, what a ball buster.”
“Hey, I’ve heard it before, hell, after a while you realize it’s part of the appeal. Anyway, the cute remark didn’t bother me because she immediately moved her head down and took me in her mouth. It was beautiful, her lips closed around me and slid down my short length, banging into my pubic area. She took the entire length of me and had room to spare. She nuzzled against me, trying to find more of me somehow.
“She then began moving up and down on me, sucking and moving her tongue around, all the while making wet slurping noises. I looked down and realized she had a hand in her panties, bringing herself off.
“It must have done something for her, because she came almost immediately. She removed her mouth from me and rested her head in my lap, catching her breath. I looked down at my throbbing cock… it was enormous.”
“Enormous?” I asked.
“Well, it’s all relative. It was the biggest I had ever seen it, curving up to what had to be at least two and a half inches.”
“Two and a half?”
“I told you it was enormous. Unfortunately she was done with what she wanted to do and appeared to have every intention of leaving me hanging there. Besides, although that blow job was feeling incredible, I wanted something different.”
“What?”
“Yeah, call me nuts, but I wanted to pop her cherry. It had become a thing of pride for me.”
“But you told me you usually don’t even really pop them.”
“Yeah, but just knowing I was first in, I could care less who actually popped her, I wanted to be first in. So I asked if I could fuck her instead.”
“What did she say?”
“She made me swear I’d do her like I did my girlfriend, so it didn’t break it. I figured sure, I just wanted in. She leaned back on the sofa, pulled off her shorts and panties and opened her legs. I pulled my pants and underwear off and leaned in between her legs.
“‘You better not break it,’ she warned, squeezing her hand around my rod. I shook my head until she slowly guided me between her wet lips.
“It was nice, I slipped easily beneath the hymen, she must have stretched it or something, because I didn’t even feel it. Anyway, I gently moved in and out of her, pressing myself to the hilt and then gently withdrawing. Though it wasn’t as good as the blow job, just the thought that I was the first into another woman fired me up.
“I lost myself in the sensation as I got closer and closer, feeling the surge in my balls I closed my eyes, and pushed deep…
“‘What the fuck?’ I heard screamed from the doorway, ‘What the fuck is going on?’”
“I was on my backstroke and I felt Lisa pull out from under me. I turned and looked up at my girlfriend just as I came, my cock spurting its pathetic load onto Lisa and my thighs.
“Lisa wrestled out from beneath me and ran into her room, leaving me, with my cock still oozing cum, to face my girlfriend.”
“Damn, talk about terrible timing,” I said, shaking my head.
“Tell me about it, hell at one point she had a hold of my cock shaking it as she was cussing me out, I thought she’d pull it off. I grabbed my pants and stepped into them as soon as I could. I ended up running out of her apartment with a huge cum stain on my pant leg. Funny thing.”
“Funny?”
“Yeah, the cum had pooled well down my thigh, so when the pants absorbed it, it made it look like I had a nine inch cock or something. I got a couple of strange looks as I climbed on the bus, one proposition, but it was from some guy. Anyway, it was a while before I could face either of those two women again.”
“What happened between them?”
“Best I can tell, they both laughed their asses off. I guess I didn’t have much to fight over, but I can’t complain. Besides, you know what they always say?”
“Not…”
“It’s only the tiniest stones that float.”
“Nobody says that,” I said.
“Well, they should, they should. Hey, did I tell you about how I had several guys ask me to do their girlfriends?”
“No, I haven’t heard about that.”
“Hmmm, say how about lunch tomorrow?”
Curious, I replied, “Sure, lunch tomorrow.”

*The Following Story is Completely Fictional*
My grand father passing away was one of the hardest days of my life. What happened the night before his funeral was one of the best . . .
I stepped outside of my Grandpa’s café to grab some fresh air. All the emotions since his passing were stating to catch up to me. As I walked around the corner, I saw her. Shauna was my “first” and we remained good friends ever since, even though I now live thousands of miles away.
She ran up to me and we embraced. That’s all it took for my emotional wall to break down and the tears started flowing non-stop. “I’m so sorry baby” was all she kept saying over & over. Now, I don’t know if it was my emotional state or not, but for the first and last time, I cheated on my wife.
As she hugged me, my mouth was positioned right at her neck. I lightly started to kiss her neck & her arms tightened around me. After what seemed like an eternity, we broke our embrace. She looked at me, took my hand, and led me back into the washroom of the closed café. She pushed me up against the dishwasher and our lips met. As we kissed, I managed to get her out of her T-shirt and was pleased to find out she still hated bras.
I broke our embrace and started flicking at her nipples with my tongue. “Oh my god Alex, don’t stop . . .” I switched from one breast to the other until she grabbed the back of my head and forced her right breast almost all the way into my hungry mouth. I continued sucking and lightly biting her nipple, which caused her to shiver. After about five minutes of again switching back and forth, she pushed down on the top of my head until I was at the waistline of her spandex shorts. I slowly helped her out of them was once again pleased to find her pussy shaved completely bald.
I grabbed Shauna’s sweet ass cheeks and pulled her towards my mouth. I started my light circular motions around her clit. “Mmmmmmmm yes, more” was all she could get out without being too loud to get us caught, then I ran my tongue & down her pussy lips. When it got to the point where her legs were trembling, I hardened my tongue & started to slowly tongue fuck her.
As her nails dug into my shoulders, I knew she was close. No sooner had I though that when my tongue face and neck were sprayed by one of the powerful orgasms she was famous for. “Wow you’ve learned a lot since high school”, she said as she collapsed beside me. “Now stand up, now I’m hungry” She stood up, unbuttoned my dress shirt, and got my loose fitting dress slacks down around my ankles with one good tug. As she watched my rock hard cock pop out of my boxers, she didn’t say a word and just dropped to her knees.
As she slowing stroked my cock with her right hand, she circled the sensitive head with her tongue. The more she stroked, the more cock she covered with her tongue until she was rapidly deep throating me. All I could hear was slurping & popping, as I would occasionally slip out of her mouth on the up stroke. Just as I thought as I going to warm the back of her throat with my hot load of cum, she surprised me for a third time. I let my quivering cock pop out of her mouth and got a pouty look on her face. “Will you cum in me?”
I didn’t even answer. I laid Shauna on the cold linoleum for (which made her nipples & clit rock hard) and entered her gushing pussy with one thrust. She wrapped her legs around me and matched me stroke for stroke. It didn’t take long before my eyes rolled in the back on my head and I was getting ready to cum. She could tell and squeezed my cock tight with her pussy muscles to stop my thrusting. “Not yet baby, I want to cum with you”
She rolled over on top of me and started thrusting up and down on my bulging cock. She was coming down so hard on me, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I reached up with my left hand and started to pinch her nipples. That slowed her down and she started grinding herself into me. “Ooo baby yessssss” with my right thumb I started playing with her clit. She threw herself down on me and once again wrapped her armed around me neck.
“Cum with me baby” is all she could get out before I could feel that familiar warming sensation on my cock and hips. With one final thrust, I shot load after load of hot cum into her pussy. She remained on top of me, until her pussy had milked every last drop of cum out of me. Shauna then rolled off of me and nuzzled right beside me.
“Wow, you’re incredible Alex.” I she lay beside me, I could still feel her heart rapidly beating as she tried to calm herself down. “Do you remember the first time?”
“Do I?! . . .How could I forget!”
It all started back in 1988, our Senior year in high school…

A Laura Grant Story
I could not believe that I was standing completely naked before Mr. Millibrand’s large imposing desk. My clothes, which I had reluctantly removed a few moments earlier, were folded neatly on a chair at my side. I could see his dark eyes looking at me over the top of his small bifocal glasses, taking in the delights of my young exposed body. I saw the tip of his tongue lick hesitantly over his lips. Behind me the imposing figure of Matron was standing, her arms folded across her imposing chest.
“Where is the offending item, Matron?” Mr. Millibrand inquired.
“Turn around, Miss Grant,” the Matron spoke with authority.
I slowly turned and exposed my trim rear for Mr. Millibrand’s inspection.
“Ah, yes, I see it.” I knew that he was looking at the small tattoo of a butterfly that I had in a moment of madness, while out in town a couple of weekends back with two of my classmates, Eunice and Deirdre, and after the swift consumption of a few vodka shots, allowed a tattoo artist to inflict rather painfully on my person.
“Yes, I did know that tattooing was classed as self abuse,” I admitted to Matron who found the small tattoo during an examination of a strained leg muscle I had sustained during a hockey match. Such things as tattoos were frowned on at Claremont College and not something that refined young ladies like me apparently did.
That’s how I found myself naked in front of the head of College. He got up from his chair and came around his desk. Now close to me, I could smell the tobacco on his clothes. He asked me to bend over and turn my rear to the window. He leaned over me and examined the tattoo more closely. I flinched as I felt his finger run over the delicately painted butterfly.
“There’s no way of removing it?” he inquired, looking at the Matron.
She shook her head. “It can be done, but it’s a very painful procedure, and it can leave a scar.”
He slowly shook his head, then said I could stand up as he returned to his seat.
“What are we going to do with you?” he asked. “You knew tattooing was against College rules, but you went ahead and let someone abuse you in that way.” I let my head droop, looking at my feet. It was bad enough being naked in Mr. Millibrand’s presence, but to be treated like a naughty school girl was awful.
“I am afraid we are going to have to make an example of you. If I let you get away with it, there is no saying where it will all end, and of course I am going to have to inform your parents.” Suddenly, I was really upset at the thought of daddy being informed of my misdemeanor.
“You may put your clothes back on now and go to your room; all privileges are suspended until the matter is settled.” I slowly slipped back into my clothes conscious that he was watching my every move. I tried not to expose myself too much, but with him being so close, it was difficult not to as I eased my feet into my regulation white cotton panties.
Back in my room, I was quickly visited by Eunice and Deirdre who wanted to know how I had gone on. “The dirty old beast,” exclaimed Deirdre when I told them about the close examination I had had to endure.
It was three days later that I was again called to Mr. Millibrand’s office. This time I was shocked to see daddy there. He looked grave as he sat in one of Mr. Millibrands leather arm chairs. He was wearing his usual pin striped business suit, his bowler hat resting on his knee.
“Good morning, Laura,” he said as I walked in. “Rather bad form this, especially when your mother’s away, dragged all the way up here from the city just because you can’t behave yourself.”
Mr. Millibrand looked at me. “I’ve filled your father in on the details, and he has agreed with me that an example must be made of you to show the other students that we will not tolerate behavior like this in Claremont College.” He looked at me sternly. “I could have expelled you, but as a favor to your father who has been a very good and generous benefactor to the school we have decided to deal with the matter another way, one which I think will have the desired effect on any other students thinking of following your example.”
I stood there wondering just what the pair of them had come up with. I knew daddy was a strict disciplinarian. I had seen the way he had treated my brothers when I was at home, and it was only down to the timely intervention of mummy that I myself had never felt his hand or belt on me.
“I think your father would like to see the offending item,” Mr. Millibrand suddenly said. I looked at daddy and he nodded curtly. I was shocked. Was I again going to have to suffer the indignities of undressing, and this time not only in front of Mr. Millibrand, but also my father as well?
I looked at Mr. Millibrand, awaiting instructions. “Just take your panties off, girl, and raise your skirt,” he said. With some concern, I reached under my skirt and began to ease down my panties. Once clear of my hips, they dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of them. I moved back in front of daddy, bent forward, and gingerly lifted my short skirt. I stood there with my legs slightly parted knowing that in this position I was revealing far more than an eighteen year old daughter should reveal to her father.
I cursed under my breath as daddy seemed to take his time examining me. I jumped as I felt him rub his fingers over the offending tattoo. “How could you disfigure yourself like this?” he exclaimed. Then I felt a sharp slap on my exposed bottom. “Get yourself dressed.”
Thankfully, I stood up, easing down my skirt before bending down to pick up and ease my feet into my discarded panties.
At last fully clothed again, I stood looking at Mr. Millibrand, his fingers clasped together in front of his face. “In consultation with your father, we have decided on your punishment.” I looked around at daddy, but his face displayed nothing. “As you need to be made an example of, you will be punished in front of your peers, and as the law now stands, it forbids the use of corporal punishment by teachers, but I have talked this through with your father, and he has given his permission for you to receive your punishment from your own colleagues.” I gasped when I heard what Mr. Millibrand said. I turned and looked pleadingly at daddy, but there was no sign of remission in his eyes
“Report to Matron at one thirty,” I heard Mr. Millibrand say. “You can return to your class now.” I turned and walked swiftly from the office. I saw the look on the other student’s faces when I walked back into the classroom. I realised that they had been informed already of what was about to happen. The head must have phoned through while I was making my way back.
There were smirks on some of the guy’s faces and looks of pity on some of the girls. Thankfully, Miss Gaunt, our tutor, let us leave for an early lunch, and I was consoled by my friends Eunice and Deirdre. They informed me that Miss Gaunt had instructed them to all assemble in the gym at one thirty.
At lunch I could not eat a thing. I only managed to drink some water, but that was all. At one thirty prompt I presented myself to Matron. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for this,” she said sternly, as I walked nervously into her room. “You know the rules.” Then she told me to a way of explanation.
I slipped out of my clothes and stood there naked as she checked around me. At last she no