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 VIGNETTES II - Coming Home (MF, cons, wife, cheat, ds, true) By Hypocrites
(hi-pok'-ruh-teez)

   Introduction - If you want to know more about me, my views or my
particulars, read my first work "Vignettes I".  When I came out of the
Army, I had been trained for a war that never came.  I had spent more time
in the woods than in civilization and had become cold and hard.  I had
peaked at 205# with a 28" waist and my legs were heavy from hundreds of
miles of running and hiking.  The rest was expanding from my waist through
my neck.  I had been with a few women (girls?) and had learned a bit more
from my awkward first experiences but those times were all trifles.  I had
never been in love, didn't really know what love was.  I started college at
an age that most of my contemporaries were graduating.  I didn't like
people very much and though I could be gentle, even playful, by and large
any woman who came to bed with me was used.  In short I was an asshole that
lived in a dark place.

   This is a true story.  I only remember sparse details of conversations
some forty years later, but there are quotes that managed to burn in, the
rest is story telling.  Any names, of course, have been changed.  Any
similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is intentional.

   Coming Home

   The day I flew home from Andrews AFB to come home my Dad had come to
pick me up.  I was still in my khaki's, my Corcoran jump boots gleamed in
the Texas sun.  I adjusted my beret and walked through the Space A
terminal. My dad shook my hand and then gave me a perfectly masculine half
hug.  I chucked the duffel bag into his trunk and we were off.

   We went back to his office where he had coordinated with a friend to
have my Vega waiting.  He said we'd throw some steaks on the grill that
night and catch up.  He tossed me my keys with a new house key on it.  "I'm
going by Bonanza and catching up with folks." He looked at me with that
dead pan expression that was his trademark, "Steaks will be coming off
around eight." I nodded and simply said, "deal."

   I had worked for an owner of two Bonanza restaurants just before I went
in.  There was a girl (Theresa) there who had been a few years older than
me, four I think, and we had skinny dipped and had been together sexually
in the last few weeks before I left.  Neither of us had held any illusions
of a long time relationship but we had fun.  She enjoyed me filling her
tight vagina and the way I was good for several rounds in a single evening.
I enjoyed her patient instruction on how to please her.  I was hoping she'd
still be working there; she was.

   I walked in, raking my beret off and everyone there looked like they'd
seen a ghost.  Brenda was now a manager and was the first to throw her arms
around my neck.  It was just after lunch on a Friday and the place was
cleaning up after the rush.  Theresa came out from the kitchen, saw me and
squealed running to me, her ample breasts bouncing and she crushed me,
kissing me on the cheek.  I pulled back grinning and looked her over, yup
the breasts were larger, her hips a little broader but she was still hot.
Then I caught a glint off of her left hand.  She was wearing a wedding band
with a decent rock on it.  She told me she married a cop and they had had a
baby.  I liked her a lot so it was hard to be disappointed when she
obviously was so happy.

   "Who's this?" a voice from behind me asked.  I turned and saw a pretty
woman at my elbow, she was about 5' 3", nice cleavage, full hips and a very
pretty round face.  She had a supple "Cupid's Bow" mouth glistening with
lip gloss typical of the late seventies.  Her bare shoulders were smooth
and round, displayed nicely in the peasant blouse that was part of her
server's uniform.  Theresa grinned and introduced me.  "Is he the one you
used to talk about?" I suddenly felt a flush warming my face as I could
only imagine what they talked about.  A hard core soldier blushing, how
humiliating.

   About that time Brenda came over and asked that I sit, lunch was on
them. I noticed Becky was wearing a band but she was very flirty as she
kept my coffee cup filled and brought me my rib-eye and baked potato.  She
was leaning forward on the table obviously teasing when Theresa came by,
"c'mon sex pot, let the man eat."

   I finished my meal, gave my "see ya laters" and headed to the house. 
Dad and I ate and talked, he told me of his Air Force days (some stories I
had heard before, some were new and quite entertaining) and he finished his
third beer and got up going over to the bar.  He poured a Jack on ice and
asked if I wanted one, this was his "I love you and I am glad you're home."
Considering our antagonistic relationship when I left for basic training,
it hit me in the heart.  I nodded.

   Saturday came and I was up at about 0500.  I made coffee and started
breakfast, dad came in about the time the eggs were coming off.  We ate and
I went to shower then headed out to catch up with friends.  Two brothers I
had been best friends with since 8th grade were going to meet me for lunch
at, where else, the Bonanza; we had all worked there one time or another.
We got there just as lunch rush was spooling up.  We got our salads and sat
down, Becky came by smiling warmly and refilled our teas.  I made a run to
the head and was on my way back and looked over and saw Becky talking to a
man, an older couple and a couple of kids.  She stopped me as I went past
and introduced me to her husband, son and daughter and inlaws.  As I stuck
out my hand I recognized her husband.

   Richard had been a senior when I was a freshman and until I hit fifteen
I was skinny and small for my age.  He was a real dick.  No, I never had to
fight him but he was relentless in his harassment, I had hated him and that
fat sloppy bully was now a fat sloppy man married to an all too pretty
woman who had been flirting with me yesterday.  I extended my hand, gave a
half smile and enjoyed the how he momentarily winced as I gripped his hand,
maybe a touch too tight.  He didn't recognize me and I didn't let on that I
recognized him but I was thinking, "try me now asshole." Becky went on to
explain I used to work there and had just come home from the Army.  Her
father in-law actually grabbed my hand and gave a good firm handshake with
obvious respect.  My tension assuaged a little bit.  My buddies and I
finished up.  We decided to go bar hopping and they insisted I wear my
uniform.  I wrestled with the idea for all of five minutes before the
potential pick up potential won the argument

   That night we went to a loud and giant bar with live music.  As
predicted I got my fair share of attention.  One really cute but too drunk
girl came and sat on my lap.  She grabbed my beret and put it on.  I
grabbed it back and said, "uh, uh," while wagging my finger in the naughty
gesture.  She just grinned and planted a deep tongue wrestling kiss on me.
She tasted of beer and cigarettes and I really wasn't that interested.  My
friends and I got up and moved to the bar where we could just drink and
talk to each other and a bit with the bar tender.  It was then a hand
landed hard on my shoulder and pulled me off the bar stool.  I landed in a
broad low stance just in time to (feel more than see) a swing sail just
over my head.  I came up, pulled the idiots head in, lifting his legs so
that he flopped over behind the bar.  The bar tender glanced down at the
idiot and looked at me, "you need to go, now." I nodded and we all made a
bee line for the door.  We were pulling out about the time a couple of
cruisers were pulling in.  We figured he must have been a boyfriend and I
was done anyway.

   Another friend of mine, Pam who used to work for Bonanza had heard I was
back in town and she was wanting to catch up.  She was a thin, waif like
but not unattractive woman who had been a manager at the restaurant when I
left.  She was now working at an accountant's office and had married a good
looking guy that used to work there too.  She was six years older than me
and about 9 years older than him.  I kidded her about robbing the cradle
and we laughed and gossiped about the rest of the crew we had worked with
and the parties that the owner had hosted there.  About then Becky came in
getting ready to start her shift.  She stopped and chatted with us before
she went back to change.  "Oooooo," Pam said with a smirk, "she wants you."
I choked on my coffee, "What?" "She wants you, didn't you see the way she
looked at you?" I remember looking over my shoulder after Becky and turning
back to Pam with a shrug.  Pam gave me one of those "really?  Are you THAT
dense?" looks.  I looked down the hallway and pondered the possibility that
she was right.  Somewhere deep inside a fantasy flashed and my cock
twitched.  Pam got up to leave and I walked her out.  She gave me an
affectionate but chaste kiss on the cheek and drove off in her Celica.  I
went back in to the lightly populated dining room.  Becky spent a lot of
time, talking and standing close while she refilled my drink and coffee. 
NOW it was obvious; I guess I WAS that dense.  This would be a theme
throughout my life.  I would miss a lot of opportunities, not seeing the
signs unless a friend hit me in the back of the head or the girl would flat
come out and say what she wanted plainly.

   I was gearing up to go to another reunion with friends and as I was
draining the last of my coffee, Becky came over and sat on the bench across
from me.  Man, she was bold.  This had to be obvious to everyone there as
she leaned across the table with her arms under her bust line and enhancing
an already distracting cleavage.  I remember she made small talk and then
started asking probing questions about whether I had a girl friend or not.
She chattered about how good of friends she and Theresa were and I felt a
quick flush.  She smiled knowingly and asked if it was okay to call me.  I
do not get nervous or anxious but I have to admit that a lump formed in my
throat right then.  Somewhere along there I guess I gave assent.  She
grinned and I can still feel the way she reached over to touch my shoulder;
then she got up and bounced back behind the service counter.  "Damn," I
thought, "here I am a paratrooper and special operator acting like a school
boy with a crush." I chided myself while I drove to another night of
revelry with long missed friends.

   A few days went by and she finally called that following Tuesday or
Wednesday morning and asked if she could drive out.  I remember trying to
be cool on the phone and told her I was going running.  When I got back,
soaked in sweat and smelling of Texas sun, her car was in the driveway and
she was leaning against the sliding glass door trying to see inside.  I
still smirk remembering the way she almost came out of her shoes when I
came walking up the driveway from behind and shouted, "They're not home."
She squealed and then laughed.  She was wearing a simple white cotton or
similar material shirt, the top couple of buttons undone and tied in a knot
just above her navel giving a flash of cleavage from those high and firm
breasts.  She had cutoffs on that ended right beneath the round of her well
defined ass.  Her Shapely thighs tapered into beautiful calves, her legs
smooth and lightly tanned.  The whole rig ended in tiny white deck shoes. I
don't remember what we said, I do remember her hugging my sweaty arm and I
pulled away from her and unlocked the door.  The way her breasts swayed and
jiggled when she moved, I suspected that she was braless; the air
conditioning confirmed it.  I was already thickening.  I told her I was
taking a shower and got her a beer and left her sitting on the couch.  It
didn't take me long and I came back in the living room where she was
looking at a Kentucky rifle my dad and I had built years ago and was over
the hearth.  The way her legs flexed as she lifted up on her toes to look
more closely is still ingrained in my most perverse memories.

   I grabbed my own beer and we sat on the couch.  We exchanged little
talks and some light flirty touches.  I would say we were both stalling.  I
had stood up and excused myself to go the kitchen when she said in a half
chuckle, "I think you are more nervous about this than I am." I turned on
my heels and she was sitting there, a pensive look on her face, waiting for
a response.  I walked back to her, took her hand and stood her up.  I
pulled my T-shirt off and spun her around.  I hugged her from behind and
she turned her head and kissed kissed me while my left hand went inside her
blouse and squeezed a handful of tit while I wedged my right inside the
waistband of her cutoffs.  She gasped when I made contact with her sex and
started working my finger into her slit, juices already flowing.  I was
working her right breast and nipple with my hand and grinding my hard on
into her ass, it having already out grown the waistband of my gym shorts.
She was thrusting back into me bending over and making guttural noises as I
worked my finger into her vagina.  Damn, her shorts were tight.  I pulled
both hands free and went to work on her blouse until it hung open and then
I moved down and unsnapped and unzipped her cutoffs.  She was panting and
lulled her head to the side as I kissed and nipped at her neck.  I worked
her cutoffs over that magnificent ass and down her legs, her panties coming
half way down her butt cheeks.  She stepped forward and turned, her shirt
hanging open and her panties stuck to the cleft of her sex.  She held her
arms open and said, "you want it; come and get it." I stepped up to her,
grabbed her in a hard embrace and kissed her hard while laying her down on
the floor.  Her shirt fell open and her C cup breasts barely moved.  I
studied them for a second and she covered her tits with her hands about the
time it registered that each had a scar that ran from the aureola laterally
to the sides.  I reached down and pulled her hands away, she turned her
head to the side and looked away.  I bent over and took a hardening nipple
in my mouth and drew long and hard on it pulling way out from it's rosy
base.  She shot a look back at me when I started and her head arched back
as she opened her mouth and cried, "Oh God!" as I released the rubbery
flesh.  I laid my mouth on hers and shoved my tongue between her lips.  She
moaned into my mouth as I grabbed her other breast and worked the nipple
between my thumb and forefinger.  "You want it?" I hissed.  She nodded
furiously but never broke our kiss.

   I reached under her and grabbed the back of her panties and
unceremoniously raked them off her ass from under her and pulled them off.
I slipped the front of my gym shorts under my balls while using my leg to
wedge her thighs apart.  I slipped over her left hip and wedged the head of
my cock at her opening and nudged it in, man she was wet and oh so tight.
She jerked as my head slipped in.  I was looking in her face as I pushed in
until I stopped at her womb.  She alternated between a grimace and making
an "O" with her mouth.  She held her breath until I pushed into her cervix.
She started panting and I still had a bit to go, I drew out, teasing her
with little thrusts back in and stopped just short of pulling the head out.
I paused and then forced my way back in, stretching her vaginal walls and
pushing against her cervix, she exhaled sharply and grunted as I pressed
the attack and crushed her cervix, "ungh, you're bruising me." I was up on
my elbows and had a hold of her head with my hands.  I was in aggressor
mode, "you done?" She dug her nails into my back and hissed, "do it!" I
drew out and slammed back in knocking the wind from her.  I bent my head
down and nipped at one breast and then the other.  She crushed my head into
her tit and whispered, "fuck me, hurt me." I started a repetitive drawing
out and slamming again, she was grunting and moaning as I slammed into her
again and again.  I was spooling up for a massive cum, her eyes shot open
when I started to swell more and spat out, "pull out, oh God pull out!" I
crashed into her cervix, displacing her womb's entrance and started to pump
hot cum into her.  It was epic.  I slowed to deep jabs as my ejaculation
wound down, a few final surges of seminal fluid being splashed against her
womb.  "Oh God," she sighed twitching under me, her breathing ragged.V I
stood and offered my hand.  As I pulled her to her feet she momentarily
buckled and I caught her under her arms.  A slurry of semen and vaginal
juices ran down her inner thighs, "I need a shower," she said flatly.  I
showed her where the shower was in my dad's room and brought her the
biggest towel I could find.  She wasn't looking in my face and I figured
that as intense as it was, she was done with the whole affair.  So I simply
turned but she grabbed my arm and she led me into dad's stand up shower.  I
turned the water on and got a good steamy shower going and she closed the
space between us and hugged me laying her head on my chest.

   It was an almost tender event, she soaping my back and then working on
my genitals, breathing life into my tired cock.  We took turns, we kissed
and massaged, soaped and rinsed.  I was working over her front while
standing behind her, looking down at the light tan line from what had to be
a strapless one piece.  I worked on her sex and elicited some whimpers and
a caution to be gentle as she was swollen and tender.  She leaned back into
me as I worked my soapy hands up to her wonderful, sensitive breasts.  She
was cooing and I turned her to kiss her again.  As I did I backed her up
against the wall and lightly traced the line of those fine but visible
scars.  She looked ashamed and explained that her husband had had her do a
breast reduction after the birth of her daughter and the quack marred
otherwise perfect breasts.  I lifted her chin and with all the gentleness I
could muster said, "they're beautiful...you're beautiful." She smiled
meekly and lifted up to kiss me as we moved under the cascading water,
easing our muscles and cleansing our bodies.  She locked eyes on me and
slid down to her knees in front of me.  Now up to this point I have had
maybe three or four blow jobs, none coming to climax.  She studied my
hardening dick and looked astonished that she had taken it.  Things got a
little dark and electricity worked in from the edges of my vision as she
first kissed and then drew me into her small mouth.  I probably would have
cum this time, but the hot water ran out.

   She squealed and I hollered and we cut off the chilling stream.  I
handed her her towel and started to dry off.  My hard on had never quite
subsided and I looked up and she was wrapped in that oversized towel I had
given her.  I backed her into the master bedroom and reached out, undoing
the ends of the towel as I pushed her backwards onto my dad's bed.  She
fell flat with her legs hanging over the end, glistening in the afternoon
sunlight peeking through the shades.  The towel was under her looking as
though she was on display for me, her rosy nipples hardening and her
inflamed labia moving with every panting breath.  She studied me for a
moment, looked back at my now enraged cock and held her arms out in
cruciform.  "It's all yours, " she said as I knelt between her thighs and
suckled her clit.  She screamed and arched her back, "oooowwwww," she
complained.  I moved up her body and found those sensitive nipples again.
She moaned and thrashed around as I simply brought the head of my member to
her entrance and sank in to the hilt, crushing her womb's entrance and
causing a loud groan to escape from her open mouth.  I pulled her ass to
the edge of the bed and bent her hips up so I could stand.  I looked down
at her straining face, a new sheen of sweat working up as I just pounded
into her.  I was starting to get tender from her slick resistance, I knew
she must be really stinging.  Unfortunately for her, this one lasted. 
Maybe 10 minutes later I slammed into her one last time and laid on top of
her, flattening those hard nippled tits under my own chest.  She knew what
was coming, "please, cum on me." I had one good spurt emptied into her
already but I pulled out and ropes of cum laid out across her belly and her
tits.  I half spun her around and fed her my cock while the last few
dribbles smeared her lips and tongue.  "Sorry," I said as she started to
wipe herself clean with the towel in an almost frantic way.  She just shook
her head a little and got up with a little groan.  We went back into the
living room and she gathered her clothes and started dressing; it was
getting late and kids would be coming home from her in-laws soon.  She
kissed me softly one last time and left.  I thought on how she fret over me
cumming in her, considered the idea of getting rubbers but then shrugged it
off.  "She should have said something BEFORE I came," I thought to myself.
Then I set about cleaning up a place on the living room carpet and pulled
dad's bedspread and gathered the towels and threw them in the washer. 
"Damn that was intense," I kept thinking over and over again and I didn't
know if we would see each other again, like this, but I wanted her now.

   It was a week or so before I found myself in Bonanza again, I decided it
was time to clear the air.  Had she felt used and could not take any more,
did I hurt her?  I didn't know but I came in and both Theresa and Becky
were on duty.  Theresa gave an accusatory look when I checked out.  I
hadn't considered this side of the tryst and I did not want to lose a
friend over it.  Becky on the other hand looked at me across the dining
room, a brief and subtle smile flashed across her face.  Later as Theresa
came and refilled my coffee she leaned in with a conspiratorial look on her
face and whispered, "damn, what did you do to her?" I played dumb and
shrugged.  "You have any idea how hard it was to be around her husband when
she was so sore and swollen?" she continued.  "Well?" I asked.  "Well,"
Theresa said, she's hooked.  "Hadn't heard from her, " I said.  "She hasn't
been able to get away lately, but dickhead is going out of town soon." She
straightened up, gave me a crooked little grin and then went on to other
tables.

   It was about a week after that when she called, she said that her
husband was going out of town and the kids were visiting grandparents for a
few days.  Dad was in L.A.  working on the sale that would eventually pay
for his retirement.  I was finishing the lawn about the time she pulled in.
She looked hot, she was wearing a light blue sundress with a button top and
sandals; I wondered correctly if that was all she had on.  We went inside
and I drew a glass of ice water, leaned against the cabinet and took her
in. "Mom and dad think Theresa and I are spending a few days together," she
said quietly, tentatively.  She studied me as I drank my water, looking at
her and the way the sunlight played through the edges of her dress' fabric.
After a long pause I set my glass down and said, "I guess you're staying
here then." She ran to me, threw her arms around my waist and kissed me
deeply.  She rested her head on my chest while holding on and whispered,
"I'm yours.  I want to be wanted." I lifted her chin with my hand and said,
"I want you." She sobbed against my chest.

   I excused myself to shower and as I bathed I pondered that exchange,
wondering if being wanted was her whole motivation.  I briefly considered
what neglect she must be going through married to that dickhead but then I
decided I didn't care.  When I came out she was standing demurely in the
middle of the living room, just waiting.  I considered her expression, her
eyes were wide, her mouth was closed but relaxed and she looked at me
unwavering.  I was trying to get a read on her and wasn't having much
success.  She didn't say a word, I guess she was waiting for me to do or
say something.  I walked over to her, I hadn't bothered with a shirt, just
my shorts which were already running out of room.  I took her by the back
of the neck and brought my face down to hers, we kissed hard and she tasted
fresh.  I drew down her neck and kissed and nibbled as she just stood there
and started trembling.  Her hands were locked between us and I had to ask,
"I want you, what do you want?" I don't remember all she said as I guess I
was a little bit stunned but I remember some of the key words.  She wanted
me to "own" her, she wanted me to "take her" and she wanted me to "use
her". I reeled.  The kinkiest thing I had ever done was fuck a girl on her
apartment balcony in broad daylight.  I had had some pretty aggressive sex
but had never been dominant per se and that seemed to be what she was
asking for.  I thought I'd stick a toe in the water and test out my
conclusions.  I told her to wait where she stood and went to the easy chair
and sat down.  I eyed her up and down and she stood there trembling. 
"Becky?  Unbutton your dress for me." She looked down, breaking eye contact
and her tremulous hands came up to work the buttons.  The bodice of the
dress was snug across her tits and the nipples were straining the fabric.
With each button, the top seemed to snap open a little more.  Then she
dropped her hands standing there and with the top of her dress open.  Her
creamy breasts, now more contrasted against a darkening tan were exposed to
their mid-line, half of her aureoles peeking out along the edges of her
opened top.  "You're gorgeous," I said and she looked up, "come here."

   She walked over slowly and stood between my knees, I leaned forward and
peeled back the top of her dress exposing one full breast and then the
other.  They started heaving as her breathing got deeper and faster.  I
reached up and rolled her shoulder straps down, rubbing her arms as I went
and then sat back and just admired her.  Her tits swayed slightly as she
shuddered once, the nipples growing in the cool air.  I scooted to the edge
of the chair and clutched her to me and attacked her breasts with my mouth,
sucking, biting, pulling.  "Ah!" she hollered and went into something like
a whimper, "oh God." I insinuated my right hand up her thigh, raising the
hem of her dress as I went.  The edge of my hand furrowed into a smooth and
dampening cleft, she gasped and I started sawing back and forth.  She was
moaning and rutting on my hand as I tortured her nipples until the were
inflamed and tender.  She was starting to tense, closing her thighs around
my hand when I stopped and pulled away.  I had heard about this orgasm
denial as a technique in one of the sex advice columns of the day.  If they
were correct, this was going to be good for her.  She looked surprised and
her face was flushed, she was looking at me wonderingly.  I stood, gave her
a deep kiss then I placed my hands on her shoulders and started applying
pressure.  At first she resisted and then submissively went to her knees.
"Wow!" I thought, "she really is mine." As she knelt I returned to sitting
in the chair, my hard on already peeking above the waist band of my shorts.
She knelt and pulled my shorts down under my balls and then sat, looking at
my cock as if she was considering its size.  I reached out with my left
hand and caressed her cheek and stroked her hair before I took the back of
her head and started to pull her to my crotch.  "Kiss it," I said.  She
looked up at me, parted her lips and kissed the head, lingering with her
tongue.  I felt like I had stuck it in a light socket the thrill was so
intense.  Now I had about four blow jobs up to that point, including the
one she started in the shower the last time we were together.  None of them
brought me off, I had a feeling this was going to be different.  I urged
her head to cock again and pressed her lips to it.  She parted them
slightly given a small suckle to the tip and the eye and then opened as
wide as she could and slipped the head into her hot mouth.  I threw my head
back as she drew a vacuum and clenched my hand in her hair.  She managed to
get about a third of it in her mouth, working up and down until she went a
little too far and gagged slightly.  She wrapped her hand around the shaft,
not quite able to close her fingers and fondled my balls with the other
one.

   I wasn't believing the sensations that were shooting through my nervous
system.  She would ease down as deep as she good until the back of her
throat spasmed, drool was running down my shaft soaking her hands and my
balls.  This was incredible but alien stimulation so it took quite a while.
It was all I could do to not grab her and shove it down her throat, but
that would ruin the magic of a submissive and lavish blow job.  I was
getting tense and bent forward leaning over her head.  I reached between us
and grabbed one of those beautiful breasts, squeezing it hard as my balls
started to tighten.  She moaned around my cock head and that was it.  I
clenched my teeth grunted and a massive orgasm overtook me.  My hips were
lurching, thrusting more into her mouth and the surge of my cum forced its
way out of my cock into her mouth.  Her eyes opened wide in surprise and
she swallowed frantically but some leaked out of the corners of her mouth a
drizzled onto her breasts.  This was almost three weeks worth and she
worked long and hard and kept sucking until I was completely done.  Then
she lavished my saliva and cum covered dick with kisses and a tongue bath.
She never got more than half of me in her mouth but that was one of the
most intense orgasms I have ever had.  I hugged her cum stained face to my
groin momentarily and then took her hands and pulled her into my lap. 
"Never has anyone made me cum like that!" She snuggled into my lap with her
head pressed to my chest and we just sat for a few moments.

   As we sat with her legs across mine, I slid a hand back under her dress
and found her soaking lips.  She jumped and gasped as I slid a finger into
her tightness and started working it in and out.  I pulled out and
repositioned my hand so I could work her lips and found her swelling clit.
She whimpered as I started working my fingers over her clit, splaying her
lips and shoving a finger into her every few seconds.  My dick was
hardening again as she started grinding her ass into my lap.  She hugged my
head tightly, squeaking little cries into my chest.  As she pulled her head
up and her thighs tensed, I stopped again.  "Please, oh God, please," she
pleaded.  "Not yet," I said and she made a small crying sound and I was
surprised to find a little tear starting to brim her eye.  I was getting
pretty good at this.  I tongued her left nipple and gave the other a little
squeeze.  Then I started to urge her off as I stood with her.  I dropped my
shorts and stood in front of her just looking.  She was flushed and
perspiring, her white breasts gleaming with sweat and cum, and her hair was
in disarray.  She was so desirable and yet looked so small and meek.  "Take
off your dress."

   I must have looked shocked or surprised because she asked, "what's
wrong?" I looked down at her slit, the contrast between the white of her
mound against the tan lines swooping over her round hips was stark now. 
Besides the deeper tan, she was completely smooth.  She smiled a little and
shrugged, "you like it?" "Uh huh!" Yeah, I'm a real wordsmith talking to
women.  "You said you wanted me," she said, a little sad sounding.  "I do,"
my dick affirming my statement.  She folded her hands over her crotch and
said, "then take me." I walked over to her until my cock pressed into her
abdomen.  I then took her by her upper arms and turned her, walking her
backwards until she fell into the couch.  I worked her breasts with my
hands, pulling and twisting her nipples causing her to arch her back
thrusting those high round tits into the air.  She had her mouth open
taking short rapid breaths.  I leaned in and kissed her between her breasts
and trailed my tongue down to her navel and swirled saliva into it.  She
twitched and ran her fingers through my hair.  I leaned back and said,
"open your legs." She started shivering but compliantly let her thighs
part. I grabbed her by her ass and slid her to the edge of the couch, I was
going to venture into previously unknown territory.  I had to taste her.

   I had read everything I could on technique, I had even kissed and licked
girls before but had never really tried cunnilingus.  I kept my hands under
her ass, pulling on her full cheeks and kissed the inside of one thigh
causing her to jump and squeal in surprise.  I leaned in and kissed her
just above the slit causing her to suck in sharply.  She smelled clean and
I took a long lick from the bottom of her slit to the stil inflamed clit.
She cried out and thrust her hips off the couch.  I lingered on her clit
with my tongue and she jerked and hissed.  Then slowly, tortuously I worked
my tongue back down her slit and worked the tip into her opening, "Gahh!"
she yelled and momentarily clamped her thighs onto my head.  I moved my
hands between them and forced them open again, wide.

   Based on her reactions I was doing okay, I figured I could always
communicate if I wanted her guidance.  I took several long, languid licks
up her slit pausing to tongue that sensitive clit.  Her stomach and thighs
were jerking, lunging and flailing as I worked on my first cunnilingus. 
The previous work I had done on her had her sensitive and hot, she was
incredibly responsive to every subtle variation.  I worked a finger into
her as I settled on her clit, sucking it between my teeth.  She started
whimpering in time as I sucked and moved my finger in and out of her
vagina. She was humping my hand as I violated her and started a sobbing
moan holding herself off of the couch.  I pulled my slick finger from her
vagina and shoved it into her rectum like I had read about.  She arched her
back, "Owww, oh, oh..." I felt a rush of fluid flow over my chin and she
started yelping and humping her legs clamping painfully against my head. 
She collapsed back on the couch, jamming my finger fully into her ass and I
kept licking.  Almost immediately she went into another climax, not as
intense and finally started pleading for me to stop, her clit was painful
now.  I lifted up from her soaking and inflamed sex, wiped a hand across my
chin and stood up.  She was laying back, half sliding off of the couch with
heavy lidded eyes.  Her breathing slowed then turned into quiet sobs as
tears started to flow.  "No...no one...no one has ever done that for me." I
may be hard but it touched me a little so I told her the truth "That's
okay, I've never done that to anyone before either." She laughed through
her tears.  I stood and reached for my shorts.  She was still splayed open,
she was looking at me through half closed eyes and said, "I want you in
me."

   I had my hands under her ass and lifted her and slid her sex to the edge
of the couch.  I positioned the head of my cock at her dripping opening and
lunged into her, wedging her open, crashing into and displacing her cervix.
Her eyes flew open and she lurched forward, "Uuuuuunnnnngh!" she cried.  I
withdrew about half way, dug into her soft bottom and slammed into her
again.  She threw her arms around my neck and was moaning and whimpering
into my chest.  I was not easy or caring or selfless, I was taking her.  I
slammed into her over and over, her tits jumping with every violation of
her tight vagina.  She was covered with a sheen of sweat and mine ran in
rivulets down through my chest hair and across my flat abs until it pooled
at our joining.  I ran my left hand up her slick back until I got a hand
full of hair and pulled her head up and sealed her mouth with mine
thrusting my tongue into her mouth as she vocalized.  I could feel my
impending orgasm ad broke our kiss and started to rut in earnest.  She new
it was close and started to push on my hips to get me to pull out, "no,"
she pleaded.  I grabbed her wrists with her thighs over my upper arms and
pulled them to her side.  "I'm going to own you," I hissed and she gave a
small nod and surrendered as I slammed hard into her once more, wedging
into her cervix and started pumping her full of my thick cum.  The blow job
had given me staying power and the tension a full load of semen.  I thrust
against her cervix with each surge of ejaculate and it finally slowed to an
occasional twitch and squirt.  Sated for the moment, I withdrew slowly and
stood in front of her.  I reached behind her head and pulled her lips to my
half hard cock.  She kept her mouth shut at first as I coated her lips with
our mixed fluids.  I became insistent with my pressing and she relented and
took my slimy cock into her mouth.  I looked down as the first drops of cum
emerged from her swollen sex.

   Later we showered, we washed each other and I brought her off again.  I
had her bend at the waist with her hands against the wall and worked my
stiffness into her again.  I was a long languid fuck before I filled her
again.  We got out and I gave her a sensuous drying, stimulating her still
sensitive nipples.  As I went to put on a T-shirt and shorts she picked up
her dress.  "No," I stated calmly but firmly, "I want you exposed and ready
while your here." She looked at me wondering for a second and then turned
slightly away I could have sworn I saw the corners of her mouth turn up.

   That night as we lay in bed asleep, I came to with the sensation of warm
wetness drawing on my cock.  I pulled the sheet off and she was on her
side, her head laying in my lap drawing me into her hot mouth and the
lavishing it with her tongue on the ay up.  I moaned at the incredible
sensations she was giving me and reached down to stroke her hair.  I was
hard as I could be when she let my cock go, cool air playing on it's wet
coating.  She got on her knees, swung one leg over and lowered herself down
in my cock, the last inch or so not able to get all the way in.  She had a
distant look in her eyes and started gyrating her hips and pressing down
until something gave and she dropped all the way down while screaming into
her hand.  Her vaginal muscles were rippling up and down my shaft and
agonizing tightness at my glans.  She leaned forward and ground her pelvis
into mine as her tits flattened against my chest.  She had a mouthful of my
hairy pecs and nipples as I reached down with my hands and pulled her
cheeks apart.  I insinuated the first bit of my middle finger into her anus
and she gasped as I started to pull and tug at her sphincter.  She was
getting wetter, her juices coating my balls, and she started grinding
harder as her breaths became more like grunts.  Her legs became stiff as
she flexed them against mine and I shoved my finger hard into her ass, she
squealed into my chest and her gyrations became frantic and erratic.  When
I started humping back at her and moving my finger in and out of her tight
ass, she gad a sudden intake of air and went rigid while trembling and she
let out little puffs of air as she collapsed on me.  I started working in
an out of her a couple of inches and I felt like she was pulling me back in
by the head of my dick.  We rolled over where she was on her back and I
started to draw out further, "ow," she whispered.  I started humping deep
in short strokes and was starting to feel my balls tighten up.  "Cum on me,
cum on my tits...my stomach." As my first surge of cum rocketed up my shaft
I pulled hard, she arching off the bed and groaning.  I finally came free
as a rope of heavy sperm left the eye of my cock.  I dragged the head of my
cock up her slit surging cum as I went and then my dick sprung up slinging
the rest across her belly and hitting the bottom of her tits.  As the
second came pouring out I laid a trail up her abdomen across her right
nipple and it kept coming.  As much as I had cum over the last few hours
you would expect that I would be depleted; but by the time I had finished
there were ropes of cum stringing from her sex to her tits to her face. 
Strings of the pearly goo criss-crossed her tits and had started to pool in
the cleft of her clavicle.  Cum was smeared all over her mound and labia
and had run down the crack of her ass and there was even drips of my sperm
on her lips and cheeks.  I had never done that before and it was one of the
most erotic things I would ever see.  I kissed her deeply tasting myself
and her and held her tight until we both went to sleep.

   Now if your body is covered in thick hair like mine, one should use good
judgment when cuddling up to a woman covered in adhesive goo.  She tried to
slip out of bed in the early morning and it was what I imagined Velcro
would feel like if it could feel.  Chalk that one up to acquired wisdom.  I
let her get a head start in the shower before I joined her.  Her hair was
plastered down the back of her neck and her skin glistened as the water
cascaded over her curves.  She turned and my eyes shot to her hairless sex
and watched as the water ran in rivulets first over her breasts and nipples
and gathered and flowed together into one stream flowing into her slit and
then widening again to wet her thighs.  By dick was immediately stiff.  I
gently but insistently pushed her back against the wall and knelt in front
of her, I forced her legs apart slightly at the knees and shoved a finger
into her opening as I licked her slit from bottom to top, she let out an
abrupt sob and shivered against my face.  I sawed the invading finger in
and out as I went to work on her clit; I was determined to bring her off
with this, my second attempt at cunnilingus.  I sucked her clit, drawing in
the clean water cascading over it and momentarily pulled my finger and
lifted her left leg by the knee and draped it over my shoulder.  I licked
her as deeply as I could, catching a slight salty tang and then returned to
suckling her clit.  She had a hold of the back of my head and was grinding
her pubic bone against my nose as I explored her sex with my lips and
tongue.  I wished I could have tongue fucked her like I had read in some of
the most graphic accounts in Variations but I am slightly tongue tied so I
returned to sawing and rubbing on her sex with my finger as I attacked her
stiffening clit.  Even though I was an user i really enjoyed this, knowing
I was driving her to amazing orgasms.  The shower walls reverberated with
her sighs, squeals, chirps and loud "please, please, please, yes"
declarations.  As she was starting to tense up I pulled my finger from her
vagina and slipped it up the crack of her ass finally jamming in to her
ass. She lurched her pelvis into my face and cried out as she and I slid
down, clumsily until she was on the floor with me bent over and torturing
her sex.  She convulsed and started driving my face into her snatch with
her hands.  Her voice came out in a building wail until she arched her back
and started hyperventilating.  "uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." came from her lips
like machine gun fire and she was beating on the tile floor of the shower
with her fists.  Even in the running shower I could feel and taste the
rushing fluids as she came.  When she settled down, only twitching as I
strummed her clit with my tongue, I finally disengaged and left her splayed
open on the shower floor with the water pummeling her tits and torso.  My
hard on was standing out in front of me, swaying back and forth and she
opened her arms in invitation.  "Not now," I said in a low growl and
stepped out to dry off and pull on my shorts and T-shirt.  Then I went to
the kitchen and started coffee and a late breakfast.

   I made her self conscious as I studied her naked body at the breakfast
table.  She shyly averted her gaze only occasionally looking up to say
something about how special I made her feel, and how no one had ever taken
the time to treat her like she was truly wanted or like she belonged to
them.  "How did you end up married to Richard then?" If he didn't ever do
anything for her, why did she marry him?

   She told me about the graduation party, the drinking and the pot.  How
they were all pairing up around the fire and she was hot.  She had lost her
virginity rather unceremoniously to another after a few torrid dates and
the beast was awakened.  They sat together and he started kissing her and
feeling her then D cup tits through her shirt and bra, roughly squeezing
and flattening them with his hands.  It wasn't long before he had his dick
in her mouth and she was giving head for the third or fourth time in her
life.  He forced her head down on his shaft until he was buried to the hilt
and after a gagging response she found she could take all of his minor
dick. He had pulled out, opened and pulled her cut offs down her thighs and
off before he jammed a finger in her causing her pain.  He kept assaulting
her with his finger until she started to get wet and she said it even
started to feel good.  He stopped and climbed onto her as she lay on the
blanket in the shadows and just shoved it in.  She said it hurt at first
but she was getting wet and he wasn't all that big.  He apparently didn't
do much other than jack rabbit into her until he came.  She was pregnant.
He married her though, so I'll give him points for that.  Over the next
three or four years they had been married, he fucked her or had her give
him head but he left her to fend for herself if she was going to get any
satisfaction.  On their second child, her tits had swollen to an FF cup,
laden with milk.  After she quit nursing he was tired of them hanging on
her chest and talked and she had started having back problems, so she
consented to a breast reduction.  So that's why she was where she was now;
with a high and firm C cup and visible scars running to her chest wall
under her arms.  But in all that time, as she got better at giving head, no
one had ever taken the time to bring her off, or act if she was anything
but a hole to cum in.

   I stood and walked over to her, sliding her chair out away from the
table.  I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly.  Then I
straightened and pushed my semi-rigid cock at her lips.  She slid her lips
over the head and gave a small suck while tonguing the eye.  Electricity
shot through me as I slid a few inches into her mouth, reveling over the
feel of her tongue curling around the underside of my hardening cock.  I
gave a few more short thrusts as her hands came up and held the back of my
thighs.  I grew as hard as I have ever been looking down on this naked and
submissive beauty slobbering over my dick.  I removed her hands from my
legs and withdrew, a glistening string of saliva stretching obscenely from
her lips to the head of my cock.  It finally snapped free and I reached
down and took her hands, pulling her to standing.  I stood in front of her,
stroked her hair, drug my fingers down across her nipples and finally slid
my fingers across her mound.  I split her cleft and slid my middle finger
up and down a few times and she started to moan and moisten.  I stopped and
held my wet fingers up to her mouth and coated her lower lip with some of
her own juices.  She closed her eyes and parted her lips, I slid two of my
fingers into her mouth.  She sucked on them and then pulled back to kiss
the palm of my hand.  I took her by the hand and led her into the living
room, facing her I asked, "are you mine?" She looked down and nodded.  I
placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed, urging her to her knees.  I
looked down at her kneeling and beautiful form.  She kept looking down, I
lifted her chin and said, "stay here." I then left her kneeling naked in
the living room to do dishes.

   She hadn't moved when I came back 10-15 minutes later.  I urged her up
on her knees and pulled the waistband of my shorts over my cock and pulled
it back under my balls.  She looked up at me, placed her hands on my thighs
and leaned forward to take my cock into her luscious lips.  She lolled her
tongue all around the head of my raging hard on and slid it over her tongue
as she took it to the back of her mouth.  I was about halfway in when she
started to gag.  She drew long and hard as she backed off and stopped short
of pulling off of my head.  She sucked on the tip tonguing the eye again
and I could feel myself leaking into her mouth.  She pulled off, looked up
at me and said, "use me".  I was traipsing into unexplored territory for
me. I reached down and placed her hands on her own thighs.  I then took her
head in both of my hands and pushed a little back into her mouth, she
started sucking in earnest as I rocked my hips back and forth a few inches.
I then slowly pushed over her tongue until I hit the back of her throat and
she gagged.  I held there as she lurched and then became frantic, but she
never lifted her hands.  I pulled back and she gasped, saliva drooling from
her lower lip.  Once she caught her breath she looked back up and said,
"cum on my face, mark me." I started back at, for lack of a better term,
fucking her tight and suctioning mouth.  I would occasionally repeat my
pushing against the back of her throat, depriving her of breath and causing
her to gag.  She was really drawing down on my cock as I thrust into her
and still pulling hard as I drew back.  It wasn't as long as I'd hoped but
my cum came boiling up my shaft almost before I realized it.  "Yes," she
hissed as I drew my erupting cock from her mouth, trailing a rope of cum
and started surging across her face.  I laid ropes across her cheeks nose
and hair before settling into a slow ooze.  I moved the head of my dick
across her lips and coated them with my dribbling remnants.  I wish I had a
picture of her beautiful face with ropes of cum soaking into her skin and
my dick laying across her lips.  I stayed mostly hard as I took her under
her arms and helped her to her feet.  I massaged my cum into her skin,
pushing wads of it across her lips for her to open up and then suck them
into her mouth to swallow them.  I laid her down on the floor and said,
"masturbate for me".  She looked shocked and a little embarrassed,
"masturbate for me, cum for me," I repeated.  She started to flush and her
cheeks became hot but she parted those sweet thighs and tentatively slid
her right hand to her puffy lips.

   She started slowly, sliding her hand up and down but her pace picked up
as she worked her dampening slit.  She closed her eyes and parted her cum
stained lips and started to moan.  She brought her left hand to first one
breast and then the other, pulling and twisting her nipples while crushing
the flesh of her tits with the heel of her hand.  Soon she was lurching and
thrusting her hips upward as her fingers danced through her glistening sex.
She shoved two fingers deep into her gash and arched her back moaning low
and loud.  She was torturing her own tits, mauling them and distending her
nipples until she groaned in erotic agony.  I never watched a girl
masturbate like this and I was raging hard in minutes.  She went back to
working her slit and clitoris until she was panting and as she went stiff,
arching her back, she shoved her fingers back in her hole and came like she
was having a seizure.  She lurched and twitched before finally collapsing
on the floor.  Her chest was heaving and she and drops of sweat rolled off
of her tits and gathered between them.  She smiled weakly while languidly
stroking her oozing sex.  "I've never done anything like that before..."
she said almost with a giggle.  I knelt between her thighs and forced them
wide with my knees.  I leaned over suckling than nipping at her sensitive
tit flesh.  She started that whimpering sound I have come to love and I
wedged the head of my cock into her hole.  She gasped as I pushed it in and
the ring of her vagina snapped tight behind the crown.  "You're mine," I
growled and lunged into her, crashing into her cervix.  I still had a bit
outside of her so I drew back and smashed back into the gateway of her womb
and pushed beyond, crushing it and feeling a small divot where the tip of
my cock nested.  I wedged my hand under her ass when she lifted up to meet
my thrusting.  I plowed a finger through her sphincter ad shoved it to the
hilt.  She arched her back, "OOOOOOWWWW!" I started jamming into her again
and again, bruising her cervix and pushing her womb back in as I stretched
her vagina further.  I was driving into her as she grunted every time I
bottomed out and I started to tighten.  "Please not in me," she pleaded
when she detected the change in my thrusts.  "Your mine, I'm taking you..."
I crashed into her cervix again and erupted.  She moaned plaintively with
her fists pushing against my chest.  But then she widened her thighs
further and I felt a pop as the base of my cock crashed into her pubic
bone. The surging cum now burning as it passed my glans and flooded Becky
with thick streams of semen.  She threw her arms around me and crushed me
against her.  She was kissing my neck and shoulder and finally whispered,
"It's not safe, it's so deep," then she started a quiet sobbing but kept
kissing my neck and shoulder.

   After a long while I started a long pull to exit her still twitching
vagina and it seemed to resist all of the way.  I finally extracted and
looked down at her sweat covered, cum stained naked body.  She lazed there
splayed open and a small dribble of cum oozed out of her.  I knew how much
had surged into her and pondered the difference before I stood.  She didn't
move and her stomach would spontaneously jerk as if she had been given a
small shock or something.  I looked down at Becky as she lay on the floor
for a long time.  I reached down and helped her to her feet.  She was weak
in the legs and virtually fell into me.  "Come, let's bathe," I said. 
Instead of a shower, I drew a hot bath and settled in to the water then I
helped her into the water and she sat down between my legs and nestled that
round bottom into my semi-hard dick.  As we languished in the warm water
and gently washed each other, I pondered this tryst and what it meant.  I
thought about her anxiety of having my cum in her and how it was an
overwhelming drive for me to make sure it was planted as deep as I could
get it.  I thought about how I had had more sex and in more varied ways in
these last few weeks than I had total before Becky and I came together.  I
considered her husband and how I had owned his wife and had taken her to
places sexually that she thought would never happen and that he would never
go with her.  A momentary feeling of conquest shot through my psyche.  I
also thought on how no matter how many times I had cum in her I was always
in a state of arousal around her.  I slid my hands up the insides of her
thighs under the water and momentarily stimulated her sex and she pushed
her ass into me as she sighed and lay her head back on my shoulder.  I slid
further up and covered her breasts with my hands, her nipples were peeking
between my fingers.  I closed them on the turgid flesh and tightened my
grip forcing a groan from her lips.  "You are beautiful you know, " I said
as I kissed the nape of her neck.  She laced her fingers over mine and
crushed her tits under our joined grips.

   Dawn came on our last day together and I was up already with the coffee.
She came ot shyly but obediently not covering herself or dressing.  She
whispered my name and hugged me from behind and flattened her tits against
my back.  'I have to go soon." "I know." I said.  I have to admit that the
thought of giving her back to her husband and family bothered me somewhere
down deep.  At least I knew that I would always own her, own her orgasms,
own the deepest part of her sex and own her submission.  My cock stiffened
and I turned to her saying, "soon but not now, now you are still mine." She
answered, "yes, I am yours to do what you want." I placed my hands on her
shoulders and she obediently knelt in front of me, taking out my rising
cock and wrapped her tiny mouth around it.  She tortuously drew out this
blow job and when I finally did erupt she placed the head tight against her
lips and it splattered across her lower lips and ran down her neck and
tits, finally dribbling onto her thighs.  I helped her to her feet and
said, "go to the bed." I watched from the kitchen as she walked back to my
room and disappeared behind the door.  I began to ponder whether a perverse
thought that had been rattling in my brain would actually come to fruition.
It would be a first for me and the ultimate submission for her.  I moved to
join her in the bedroom.

   She was laying back, the slimy trails of my cum still glistening on her
smooth body.  I laid beside her and kissed her mound just above the slit.
She stopped breathing for a second, it always seemed to catch her off guard
when I did that though she could see where I was headed.  I pulled her
thigh open and upward and buried my head in her crotch while sliding a
finger into her tightness.  It wasn't long before she was running her hands
over the back of my head and pressing my mouth harder into her.  She was
gyrating and moaning when a long lasting climax over came her body.  When
she finally wound down, I sat up next to her on the edge of the bed and she
parted both thighs wide and reached her arms up to me.  I shook my head,
"roll over and get on your knees." Becky was looking a little scared but
she complied.  I moved her close to the headboard.  I was about to see if I
did own her.

   I stood, turned to my closet and pulled two webbed uniform belts from
their hooks.  She watched intently as I came back over and lifted on hand
from her lap.  I placed it over the headboard and lashed the wrist to the
post.  She did not resist then or when I did the same to the other wrist
but she started to shiver.  She tried her bonds and found the suitably
tight.  I pulled back on her hips until she moved to where she was bent at
the waist with her knees spread.  I could see her glistening labia and
moved in behind her and rammed home.  "Ah!" she spat out.  I was buried
deeper than I had been and figured it was the position and she was tightly
squeezing my cock, yet her sex had yielded readily.  I crushed her cervix
and pummeled her over and over again.  She had started moaning punctuated
with exclamations of pain.  That's when I moved my hands from her hanging
tits to her ass, straightening behind her.  I pulled her cheeks apart and
rolled my thumb through her tight sphincter.  "Ow, ow, oh," she cried as I
started shoving it in with every thrust of my pelvis.  Her juices were
building and I could feel them soaking my pubic hair and balls a I rutted
into her.  I stopped punishing her with my thumb and leaned over her, "you
are mine, aren't you?" I hissed.  I punctuated "you" with a particularly
hard battering of her womb.  "Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered between
thrusts. I straightened back up and shoved my thumb into her cunt with my
dick.  It stretched her perineum and she cried out with the new sensation
and pain.  I worked it in and out a few times and finally pulled the
dripping digit from her vagina and shoved it back in to her ass.  She
wailed as I started worming it around in her tight anal passage.  "Have you
ever given yourself completely?" She new what I meant and shook her head
grunting with the double penetration.  I pulled my cock from her vagina,
scooped some of her fluids out and spread it around her sphincter.  I then
changed my position behind her and pressed my cock head tightly against the
puckered opening.  She was shaking now, her breath hissing through clenched
teeth.  I held still for a moment, a little afraid of what was our first
anal experiences.  "Do you give it to me?" "Yes." she whined.  "make me all
yours." I pressed the attack and as my cock started to wedge it's way in
she was grunting.  I saw her twisting in her bindings and her fists balled
up blanching the knuckles.  Finally her anus accepted the head of my cock
and the tight sphincter snapped behind the crown.  "Owwwwww, oh God it
hurts," she cried.  I held still and stroked her hips and reveling in the
almost painful tightness.  I leaned over her and whispered, "you ARE mine
now." I saw her twist her wrists, her fists clenched tight and she started
to move her ass a little.  I nudged another little bit in and she threw her
head back, hissing through her teeth.  "Take it!" she spat out.  I pressed
a little more and this time she pushed back with a low guttural groan. 
"Your pulling me apart," she complained.  "I can stop, I've never done this
and I don't want to hurt you," I was suddenly very unsure of my self.  I
reached over and undid one wrist and then the other.  She dropped down, her
head in the pillow and balled sheet up in her fist.  "Hurt me, own me, damn
you, finish it!" I moved my hips forward and drove my cock all the way into
her bowels as she screamed into the pillow.  I held still, letting us both
adjust as I dilated her sphincter and intestines.  She rolled her head to
the side and with tears coursing down her face she said cursed, "fuck me."
She was loud and went from sobs to groans to shouts as I withdrew and then
sank back in hard, my balls slapping her vulva.  The feeling was
incredible. She was so tight, she had submitted completely and the
dominance I felt over another man's wife made the moment all the more
erotic.  I kept a steady pace of a slow drawing out and then a steady drive
back in.  She was whimpering and groaning loudly into the pillow.  I
reached down and twisted her hair around my hand and pulled her head up, "I
want to hear you." She was shaking hard now, her legs were quivering and
her tits swung with every impact.  I slid my left hand along her ribs and
groped the nearest breast, squeezing hard.  I could have sworn that
moisture was running down my balls, was she getting wetter.  Her cries and
sobs were now grunts and moans.  The whole thing took less than the time to
read and my balls tightened, the last drive I jammed in hard causing her to
cry out again and I stayed seated with her ass pressing into my hips as I
erupted deep inside of her.  "Ahhhhhhh," she said as the first spurts shot
into her bowels, "it buuuuurns." I collapsed over her and she folded under
me, her knees sliding outward and she crashed flat into the sheets, my dick
still buried to the hilt in her.  I slowly pulled out and fell to the side;
she lifted up on one shaky arm and looked at me with red watery eyes.

   She had laid her head down and was on her side facing me, a sporadic sob
would occasionally wrack her body.  She smiled weekly, "I've never..." "I
know," I interrupted, "me neither.".  I reached over and caressed her
flushed face and slid some of the plastered strands of hair away from her
eyes.  She lifted her face and kissed my hand and we just laid there for
what seemed like a long time.  She leaned in and kissed me and then went to
stand, wincing.  I looked at her as she stood.  She was an erotic vision
covered in an amalgam of salty sweat tears and cum stains.  Her hair was
wet with sweat and matted to her neck and shoulders.  She was standing with
her legs slightly parted and her inner thighs glistened with our juices. 
She picked up her sun dress, "do you want to shower?" She tilted her head
and one corner of her mouth turned up, "not this time." She ran her fingers
through her hair a few times, fluffing it as much as she could.  She
dropped the dress over her shoulders and buttoned the top.  She lifted
smooth calf and slipped a sandal on and then did the other.  I don't
remember her saying a word but she held eye contact most of the time.  I
stood and walked over to her and stood in front of her.  She reached over
with one hand and gave my slimy cock a squeeze before lifting up on her
toes and kissing me softly.  Then she was gone.

   It was a week or two later when I saw her once again and she looked
pensive when she first saw me but then smiled and waved.  Theresa walked by
shaking her head but with a gleam in her eye.  Late that night she called
and was crying softly on the phone.  I don't remember either of the things
we said but she ended it saying something about being married and she had
to stop what she was doing.  I understood but let her know she was and
would always be special to me.  A I hung up, Dad asked me who that was.  I
said, "a girl, she just broke up with me".  He looked puzzled; I was
sitting and sipping my beer with a contented smile.  I was pondering whom
she might have seen looking and smelling the way she was when she left.

   Epilogue - I saw her once or twice after that but soon lost track of
her. I heard that she had moved back to Tennessee where she was from.  She
also told me that they had had another child.  I thought on that last bit
of news for a while.  "Nah," I thought, "the timing is wrong." That's what
I told myself.