My mother was a slut and a whore.  My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table.  I was about six at the time.  Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away.  The guy saw me and said:

“She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?”

My mother had laughed and said, “You never will have enough.  She isn’t for sale.”

I remembered that every time she brought one of her johns home with her - which was almost every night - and wondered if that would be the night that she forgot that I “was not for sale” and took the man’s money.  She never did though and I was still a virgin when I turned sixteen.  My presents that year were a couple of party dresses, a pendant on a gold chain and a pair of high heels.  After the ice cream and cake were gone and my friends had left my mother sat me down and said:

“I can’t make you be better than I am Amber, all I can do is make you want to be better, but you will have to be the one to do it.”

Then she told me everything that she had learned about men and told me that the secret was to give them what they wanted:

 “But only after they give you what you want.  Don’t put it out there like I do and hope for the best.  Make a plan and work through it and get what you want, not what some one else decides to give you.”

I kind of knew what she was telling me, but I was still a little young to get into it.  I studied hard, got excellent grades and earned some scholarships and I went off to college.  I managed to land a job waiting tables at a fairly decent restaurant where the tips were good and then I settled in determined to make something of myself

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College is where it all changed for me.   In high school most of the kids were from the same social level I came from, but in college I was exposed to people who had it all.  People who had money, people who came from people who had money and I saw their lifestyle and I wanted that life style for me.  I remembered what my mother had told me about coming up with a plan and working through it.  I planned on hooking my wagon to some rich guy and then living happily ever after in the lap of luxury.

I carefully looked over the boys available and picked out one.  Jeffery Marshall came from “old” money.  He was good looking, had a certain charm to him and I put myself in situations where he would notice me and one day he did and he asked me out.  I of course said yes and five months (and twenty-seven dates) later I gave Jeffery my virginity.  Jeff was overwhelmed by the fact that he was my first and when I told him that I gave it to him because in my heart I knew he was the one I was supposed to live my life with it blew him away.  Two months later he proposed and I said yes.

Jeff belonged to one of the best fraternity’s on campus - he was a legacy - and one night he took me to a party at his frat house.  The liquor was flowing and every one was having a good time.  I had let myself get pretty looped, but I wasn’t worried because I had Jeff there to look out for me.  Several hours into the party a couple of guys pulled me into a room and before I knew what was happening I was on a mattress with a cock pushing at my mouth and one forcing its way into my pussy.  I was struggling to break free when I saw Jeff look into the room.  I begged him with my eyes to save me (I couldn’t holler because my mouth was full) but he turned and walked away.

I don’t know how many had me that night, but I do know that after the first three or four I just laid back and let it happen.  When they were done with me and everyone had gone, leaving me lying on the soiled mattress and looking like hell, a guy came into the room, looked down at me and said:

“You look like you could use a little help.”

He helped me stand up and then he helped me to a bathroom and helped me clean up.  He found my clothes, got me dressed and then said:

 “We need to get you out of here.  Where should I take you?”

I was numb and all I could do was mumble and shake my head so he said, “Okay.  I’ll just take you to some place where you can rest.”

I woke up the next morning in a strange bed and to the smell of fresh coffee.  I struggled up from the bed and noticed that all I had on where my bra and panties.  I saw my dress folded neatly over the back of a chair and my shoes on the floor in front of the chair.  I dressed and walked out into the kitchen.  He was working at the stove when I walked in and without turning around he said:

“Coffee is hot, cups are in the cupboard, cream is in the fridge and the sugar is on the table.  How do you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled” I said as I got a cup and poured myself some coffee.  “Who are you, where am I and how did I get here?”

“My name is Jason, you are in my apartment and you are here because I couldn’t leave you at the frat house and you wouldn’t tell me where I could take you.”

“Did you…were you one of the ones who…”

“No I was not.  I prefer my ladies to be willing and I don’t like crowds.”

I couldn’t think of anything else to say so I just sat there staring down into my coffee cup and occasionally taking a sip from it.

“For what it is worth however, when I stood there looking down at you last night I was hard put to behave myself.”

I gave him a weal smile and he set a plate down in front of me with eggs, bacon and toast on it.  Conversation stopped while we ate and when I was done I asked him if I could take a shower.  He said yes and showed me where to find soap, a wash rag and towels.  I was naked and pulling the shower curtain open when suddenly I turned around and headed back into the kitchen.

“Will you scrub my back for me?”

I saw his cock for the first time when he climbed into the shower with me.  I’d seen large cocks before.  My mother, especially if she was bombed and had run across a well endowed lover, would come into my room and say, “Honey, you just have to see this one” and then she would show me her latest lover’s equipment.  I’d seen one or two that were longer than Jason’s, but I’d never seen anything as fat as what he had.

I had the soap and wash rag in my hand and I reached for Jason’s cock and I started washing it. 

“I thought I was supposed to be scrubbing your back?”

“All in good time” I said as I washed his balls.

Jeff and the guys who rode the train the previous evening were the only men I’d ever had in me and none of them were the size of Jason.  I knew from the hundreds my mother had gone through and the few that she brought to show me that size like Jason’s was not common and believing that my reputation was already shot because of the frat party I decided to experience “size” while I had the chance.  I handed the soap and wash rag to Jason, turned and leaned against the wall and spread my legs wide.  He asked:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Just do it!” I exclaimed and braced myself with one hand and reached down with the other and took hold of his cock.  I lined it up and he pushed and it felt like a baseball bat was pushing into me.  It took him six strokes to get all of him in me and then he slowly started to fuck me.  The initial discomfort caused by his size faded and I started pushing back at him.  I finally knew why my mother was always so happy when she found a john who had a huge cock.  It was exquisite!

Jason had fantastic staying power and he fucked me for over fifteen minutes and gave me three orgasms before he came himself.  We left the shower and dripping wet we headed for his bed.  I just had to get him hard again because I NEEDED him back inside me.  I needed that stuffed full feeling.  I went after his cock with my mouth and quickly found that small mouths and fat cocks do not go well together.  I couldn’t get him in my mouth so I had to settle for licking him like a lollipop and stroking him by hand until he started to come erect again.  When he was stiff enough I got on top of him and impaled myself and then I rode him until he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me hard until he came for the second time.  Along the way he got me off three more times.  I snuggled up next to him and cuddled until I looked at my watch and saw that I needed to get moving if I was going to get to wok on time.

“What will you do now?” he asked as I dressed.

“Get rid of Jeff, see how much damage has been done to my reputation and if it can be fixed and then get on with my life.”

“Your reputation should be fine.  The boys at that fraternity are not going to want it to get out that there was a gangbang at one of their parties.  I have no clue as to why it happened to you.  As far as I know there hasn’t been a train pulled at that house in the last five years, but the fact remains that the sons of too many prominent and important families belong to it and they will want to keep things quiet.  What will happen is that you will be asked out a lot by the guys who did you and who want more.”

“Well, they are going to be disappointed.  I will not have anything to do with any one from that fraternity ever again.”

“I hate to say this, but toward the end you were really getting into it.  Are you sure that you can go without sex if you give up Jeff and turn down his frat brothers?”

“They aren’t the only men on campus.  And, there is always you.  It hasn’t been mentioned, but do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.  I’m not a believer in relationships.  Maybe some day, but not right now.”

“Would you turn me away if I showed up at your door from time to time?”

“No.  No I wouldn’t.”

“Then my problem is solved, isn’t it?”

I kissed him goodnight and headed back to my dorm.  There were a dozen messages from Jeff and I tossed them into the trash and then went to bed.

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The next day I was sitting in the reference section of the library when Jeff came up and sat down across from me.  I gave him a nasty look and said:

“What do you want?”

“Where have you been?  I’ve called all over trying to find you.  Why haven’t you returned my calls?”

“I haven’t returned your calls because I don’t want anything to do with your worthless ass.”  He looked hurt when I called him a worthless ass and I went on, “How could you walk away from me at that stupid party and let those animals keep doing to me what they were doing?  You saw that I was struggling and trying to get up.  Why didn’t you help me?”

He looked away and mumbled, “They were my brothers, my fraternity brothers.”

“And I was your fiancée.  Get away from me you worthless piece of shit.”

“Are you calling off our engagement?”

“No asshole; you called it off when you walked away from me and left me at their mercy.”

“Then you will have to give me my ring back.”

“Fuck your ring!”

“You don’t understand.  It is a family heirloom.  It was my great, great grandmother’s ring and it has been passed down through the family.  If you are breaking up with me I have to have it back.”

I had taken off the ring and put it in my purse meaning to throw it in his face - literally - but as soon as I saw how important it was to him I said:

“Good luck in getting it.  I threw it off the 14^th Street Bridge.  Go bob for it.  If it didn’t sink into the muck on the bottom of the river you just might be able to find it.  Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

He sat there and whined about the ring so I got up and walked away from him and that afternoon I hit a pawn shop and got $2300 for the ring.

That night when I knocked on Jason’s door he let me in and that started an on again off again affair that is still going on to this day.

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I set my plan to hook up with a rich boy off to the side and for the next six months I concentrated on my studies and then fate stepped in.  I was in the college book store looking for the text I was going to need for Business Law II when the strap on my book bag broke.  The bag fell to the floor and everything spilled out of it.  I knelt down to pick things up and a voice said:

 “Here, let me help you with that.”

“I looked up and into the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen.  A quick look showed that the eyes belonged to an extremely attractive guy.  He helped me pick my things up and then he said:

“I’m Robert Abbott.  My family and friends call me Deuce.  I’ve seen you around, but never have had a chance to meet you.  So pardon me for being impulsive, but I might not get another chance to meet you so I need to take advantage of this opportunity.  Will you have dinner with me?”

“I think that Amber Pryce would love to have dinner with Robert Abbott.”

“Please call me Deuce.  I’ve never cared much for Robert.”

“Deuce makes you sound like a gambler - a card shark - so if you don’t like Robert I’ll call you Bobby.”

I had my dinner date with Bobby and before it was over I was hooked.  I was on my elbows and knees and Jason had just finished fucking me for the third time when he said:

“You almost seem like you’re somewhere else tonight.”

“I was just wondering if this might be our last time together.”

“Oh yeah?  And why is that?”

“I met a guy.  I’ve gone out with him six times now and tomorrow night I’m going to let him go all the way.  I think he’s the one Jase.  I’m going to have to toss my plan to marry a rich guy into the trash.  I don’t think I can let this one get away.”

“And just who is this wonderful guy who is going to cut in on my recreational activity?”

“His name is Bobby Abbott.  He is an Engineering student.”

“Bobby Abbott?  As in Robert Abbott?  He wouldn’t by any chance also be called Deuce would he?”

“Yes.  Do you know him?”

“No, but I know of him.  He wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth; his spoon was diamond and ruby encrusted platinum.”

“What does that mean?”

“That your plan to get yourself a rich kid is right on track.”

“Bobby?  Bobby is rich?”

“I can tell that the idea sickens you.”

“Oh my.  My Bobby wealthy.  I never would have believed it.”

“Poor baby.  You thought you were just going to have to settle for love and now you are being forced to take love and money.  Sometimes life just sucks.”

“I don’t know what to think.”

“Think about this” he said as he pushed his cock at my mouth.

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The next night I took the biggest gamble of my life.  I told Bobby about Jeff and about what happened at the frat party.  He pulled me close and kissed my nose.

“I know about the frat party and I also that it was more of a rape than anything else.  I didn’t know that Jeff took your cherry, but I hate him because he got to do it instead of me.”

“No baby, you didn’t want to be first.  The first time was “icky” and I wasn’t even sure that I liked it.”

“And now?”

“It took me a couple of times, but I finally did get into it.  Of course there has only been Jeff and those assholes from the frat party so I’m not all that experienced at it.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“I’ve decided that I want to try it while looking up into those fantastic blue eyes of yours.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

I found out that there was a major difference between fucking and making love.  Jason fucked me.  Bobby made love to me.  Jason was hot, hard and fast.  Bobby was slow and easy.  Bobby took his time and searched my body for places that he could touch, lick and suck that would bring me to a constant state of arousal and keep me there.  He spent as much time on foreplay as Jason took to get himself (and me) off.  Jason made me scream and beg for him to fuck me harder, but Bobby made me soar and plead with him to never stop and that was before he even entered me.  The difference between Bobby and Jason was like night and day and it bears repeating - Jason fucked me and Bobby made love to me.

Bobby and I made love three times.  I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy and once we went sixty-nine.  It was perfect.  Looking up into his blue eyes I knew that I had found where I belonged.

“Well, what do you think?  Think we might be onto something here?”

“What I think is that the eyesight of every girl on this campus depends on you.  If I catch you with any other girl I’ll scratch her eyes out.  Once more?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

I scooted down and just before I took his cock in my mouth I said, “I guess we will just have to see.”

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My legs were up on his shoulders and he was driving down hard into me.  I’d already had two orgasms and he finally came, pulled out and let my legs down.  He laid down beside me and I snuggled into him as he put his arms around me.  We cuddled for a bit and then I said:

“Bobby proposed to me last night.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes.”

“And yet you are here.”

“I can’t help it.  I need what you give me.”

“Deuce not up to the task?”

“Bobby is marvelous in bed, but making love with him is different from being fucked by you.  With you it is hard coupling, almost animalistic, but with Bobby it is soft, tender, very long lasting and I love it.  But every once in a while I need to be taken and used and you don’t seem to mind doing it.”

“So I’m your part time fuck-toy?”

“Don’t you take that tone with me.  You know full well that you never wanted anything permanent with me.  What we have right now suits you just fine.”

“True, and while we are on the subject of fuck-toys yours is ready to play again.”

I giggled and reached down to grasp his hardening cock and I stroked it a time or two before saying, “Okay fuck-toy, let’s play.”

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Over the next six months Bobby and I made love four and five times a week and I saw Jason at least once a week - twice if I thought I could do it without making Bobby suspicious.  One night I called Jason and asked if I could come over and he said:

“Not tonight sweetie.”

“Have I been replaced?”

“You are irreplaceable my love, but yes, I am seeing someone else tonight.”

“Serious?”

“Not really.  She is married, but is pretty much in the same boat you are in.”

“How is that?”

“She loves her husband, he is good in bed, but every once in a while she just needs a good hard fucking.  Some of that animalistic sex you were talking about.  I’ve been seeing her for about six months now and I’ve still managed to fit you in.  Tomorrow maybe?”

“Can’t.  How about Thursday?”

“You got it.”

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Bobby took me to meet his family and they seemed to like me.  I know his father did.  He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me.  Every time I looked his way he glanced away and I knew he had been watching me.  He was a pretty good looking man and if he was any indication of what my Bobby was going to look like at that age I had picked a winner.  His mother and sister were both gorgeous.  I had seen his sister around campus and she said she had seen me a time or two.  All in all I really liked Bobby’s family.

I went shopping with Stephanie one Saturday and we sat in a café and made girl talk and I flat out asked her why a girl who had so much going for her didn’t have a swarm of guys hanging around her.  She said guys her own age seemed so immature and she had yet to meet an older guy who could hold her attention.  I wished her luck.

The next night after Jason had fucked me damned near to exhaustion I asked him what he was looking for in a girl.  He said he didn’t know, but would know her when he saw her and then he asked me why I wanted to know.

“I think I’ve found the right girl for you.  All I need to do is find some way to get the two of you together.”

“Why?  What makes you think that she is the right girl for me?”

“She is gorgeous; she comes from money, is intelligent, has a good sense of humor and thinks guys her own age are immature.  You are four years older than she is and there is definitely nothing immature about you.”

“Why would you ant to set me up with this wondrous woman?”

“She’s Bobby’s sister and it would be a way of keeping you close.”

“What if things click between Bobby’s sister and me?  Wouldn’t you be afraid that I would have no time for you?”

“Oh no lover, you’ll always have time for me, won’t you?” I asked as I stroked his cock.

“You sexy bitch you” he groaned as he pushed me on my back and entered me.

The problem was how to get Stephanie and Jason together and keep me out of it.  I didn’t want to chance Bobby knowing that I knew Jason before I met Bobby.  In the end it cost me a tire, but it worked.  Steph and I met for lunch and when it was over we went back to get into my car and drive back to the campus.  As we approached the car I saw that the right rear tire was flat (not surprising since I’d had Jason shove an ice pick through the sidewall).  I went to get the spare and a male voice said:

 “Let me help you with that.”

I turned and said to Jason, “Why thank you sir.”

He changed the tire, introduced himself and I could see the interest in his eyes as he looked at Steph.  What’s more, I saw the interest in her’s.  He said:

 “Could I buy you girls a cup of coffee?”

I was all set to say sorry, but we just finished eating, but before I could Stephanie said, “I’d like that.”

Not being stupid I said, “I have a class in fifteen minutes so I have to go.”

“Go ahead” Steph said, “I’ll find a ride” and I took off and left the two of them there together.

Three nights later when I got together with Jason for an evening of playing he said:

“How did you know that Stephanie would be right for me?”

“I didn’t know; it was just a feeling that I had.  Things going well?”

“We’ve been out twice and I’m hooked, but I can’t speak for her.  But if things work out for us it is going to mean less time for you.”

“As long as you don’t say you have no time for me” I said as I reached for his cock.

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Things did get serious between Jason and Stephanie and my times with him dropped to about three times a month.  By then I was busy planning my wedding with Bobby’s mother Beverly and Stephanie.  The only family that I had, my mother, was not to be found.  She had taken off with one of her lovers shortly after I started college and I had not seen nor heard from her since.  But I remembered her advice “to get what you want and not what someone decides to give you.”  I’d been dirt poor and I hadn’t much liked it and I would do whatever I had to do to avoid going back to it.

Whatever else I was, I was a realist.  I loved Bobby and I wanted to spend my life with him, but I also loved what Jason could do to me and I did not want to give him up.  I wasn’t sure how Bobby would take it if he ever found out about Jason, but it was a good bet that he would not take it well.  With that thought in mind I began looking for a way to take out some insurance.

Graduation came and Bobby surprised everyone by not going into the family business.  He said he wanted to make it on his own and not have things just handed to him.  His dad was upset and I jokingly said:

“Not to worry.  I graduate next year and by then Bobby and I will be married so I’ll be family and I’ll go into the family business.”

I saw the way Bobby’s father looked at me when I said that and what I think I saw was approval.  I think he liked the idea.

August was approaching and every August the Abbott family spent two or three weeks at their vacation home at the lake.  I was asked to join them, but I had to say no.

“I can’t get out of work for that long.”

“So quit your job” Bobby’s father said.

“I can’t.  I need the money.  The tips are good and my scholarship money only goes so far.”

“I’m serious.  Quit your job.  You can come to work for me as an intern and I’ll pay you twenty percent more than you make at that restaurant.  It will be good for you.  You planned on coming into the business after you graduated anyway, didn’t you?”

“It will still mean three weeks of lost wages.”

“I’ll give you those three weeks as a signing bonus.  It seems to work for pro athletes so why not for a business?”

So I said yes and gave two weeks notice at the restaurant which surprised the hell out of them.  They were used to people leaving with no notice, but I had learned a long time ago not to burn any unnecessary bridges.  You never knew.  I could be looking for a job again some day and it wouldn’t hurt to have them think well of me.

There were only four of us going to the lake since Stephanie had gone off to Europe on a class tour.  In a way it upset me because with Steph gone I could have spent more time with Jason, but I had locked myself into going to Sunnyvale before I knew that Steph wouldn’t be there.

My first day at Sunnyvale (that’s what the Abbott’s called their summer home) Bobby handed me a box and said:

“This for you to wear while you are here at the lake.”

I opened the box and found the skimpiest bathing suit that I had ever seen.

“It’s called a “wicked weasel” Bobby said, “and I’m dying to see you in it.”

“Are you sure you want me parading around in this thing?”

“Absolutely positively.”

I’m not ashamed of my body and I do have a streak of the exhibitionist in me so I put it on and wore it out onto the patio.  Beverly whistled and said:

 “My God!  I have to get me one of those so I can compete.”

Bobby’s dad didn’t say a word - the ‘boner’ in his trousers said it all.  The weather was perfect and I spent a lot of time in bathing suits - both my regular bikini and the ‘wicked weasel’ and every time I looked towards Bobby’s dad I saw him looking at me and I saw the outline of the hard lump in his trousers.

I’m not sure that what happened would have happened if Bobby hadn’t gotten drunk out of his mind.  We were out in the speed boat and had pulled into the marina on the other side of the lake for gas and met some other couples our age.  We ended up partying with them and Bobby got blitzed.  So blitzed that some of the other guys thought they could make a run on me and get away with it.  I went along with it up to a point, but only a point.  Bobby was my man and I wasn’t going to cheat on him (forget Jason - that was a special circumstance).  I teased; I flirted and I swapped some tongue and let them get some cheap feels, but just when they thought they were going to get some I loaded Bobby into the boat and headed home to Sunnyvale.  I managed to get him into the house and into bed, but I was still awake and horny from the messing around I had done.

I was sitting out on the patio and looking out at the lake when the idea came to me.  Beverly was back in the city taking care of some problem or other that had come up.  Stephanie was on the other side of the big pond and Bobby was passed out in the bedroom.  That left Bobby’s dad and me and I remembered how his dad kept watching me and I remembered the stiffies he always seemed to have when he looked at me.  The more I thought about my idea the more sure I was that it would work.  And if it didn’t?  Who would tell?  It certainly wouldn’t be me and I somehow didn’t think that my future daddy in law would say anything either.

I quietly entered daddy in laws bedroom and saw in the light from the hallway before I closed the door that daddy slept naked and on top of the sheets.  I was careful not to wake him as I got into bed with him.  I didn’t want him aware of anything until it was too late and he was committed.  I took his cock in my mouth and started giving him a blow job.  After about a minute he moaned:

“Oh Bev, that feels great.”

He thought I was Bev and that was even better than what I’d hoped for.  I swung over him in a sixty-nine and lowered my pussy toward his face.  I was totally surprised when he worked his way into position and stuck his tongue out to lick my slit.  I pushed my pussy down at his face and he went to work on me like a starving man.  It was a new experience for me.  Bobby would eat my pussy, but he didn’t really like to do it.  He did it more to get blow jobs than to satisfy me and of course Jason never got to do it to me because all we ever seemed to do was fuck.  Bobby’s dad sure didn’t hesitate.  He gave me an orgasm!  He actually got me off with his mouth!  I was still trembling from the strength of my climax when he moved behind me and entered me doggie.

I was hot and I wanted a hard cock in me in the worst way and so I slammed my ass back at him and felt his cock drive up into me.  He fucked me hard and gave me a second climax and then a third before he shot his cream deep inside me.  No way I wanted to quit then so I got into another sixty-nine and went for his cock.  He dug into my pussy with his mouth.  He had cum in me and he still went after me with his mouth!  I couldn’t believe it!  I pushed my pussy down hard against his mouth and he sucked himself out of me as I brought his cock up erect and then he fucked me to two more orgasms before I’d had enough and snuggled up next to him.

I set the alarm on my watch for five-thirty and when it went off I reached for my future father in laws cock and worked on until he started to stir and then I went into my act.  “Oh shit!” I exclaimed loudly.  He opened his eyes and saw me.

“What are you doing in Bobby’s bed?”

“This isn’t Deuce’s bed, it’s mine.”

“Oh God.  How did I get here?”

He said he didn’t know and I scrambled out of bed, gathered up my clothes and ran from the room.  Bobby was still out of it when I got to our room, as I knew he would be.  Whenever he gets bombed he never gets up before nine or ten unless someone wakes him up.  I slid into bed next to him, napped for a bit and then woke him with a blow job at eight.  We made leisurely love until I reminded him that he had agreed to go to a hot rod show with some of the guys we met yesterday.  He put on a burst of speed, got us both off and then hurriedly dressed.  I told him I wasn’t feeling well and was going to stay home so he kissed me and took off.

Leaving me alone with his dad.

It was funny the way his dad kept saying that we couldn’t and that it wouldn’t be right and that we shouldn’t be doing it while all the time his hard cock said that he didn’t know what he was talking about.  We fucked all afternoon and by the time Bobby got home I had his dad wrapped around my little finger.  Daddy didn’t know it, but he was going to be spending a lot of time in his future daughter in laws pussy.

The vacation ended and we went back to the city.  I started my new job working for my future father in law and after I had been there a week I showed up in his office at lunch time.  We ended up in a motel for a long lunch and after that Bobby’s daddy and I got it on at least twice a week.

The night of Bobby’s bachelor party I was having a bachelorette party with Bobby’s daddy and then to cement things I sucked daddy’s cock two hours before I walked down the aisle to marry his son.

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The honeymoon was great and I’m sure that Bobby will never forget how I fucked him into total exhaustion every night we were on Maui.  I’m sure that he thought he had worn me out also.  I wonder how surprised he would be to find out that I had enough left to fuck his dad into a ruin on our first day back and then destroy Jason on the third.

And then my plan came together.  Five weeks after returning from our honeymoon I told Bobby I was pregnant.  I swear, that boy acted like he’d just won the Nobel Prize.  What I didn’t tell Bobby was that the baby wasn’t his.  I went off the pill two months before the wedding, but whenever I made love to Bobby or fucked Jason or Bobby’s father I had my diaphragm in.  Until after the honeymoon.  Then only Daddy Abbott got to plow my fertile fields without protection. 

Bobby would father all the rest of our children, but my first born would be my insurance against ever living poor again.  If Bobby ever wanted to get rid of me - and he might since I wasn’t going to give up Jason and I could possibly get caught - I’d have a little talk with Daddy Abbott who would no doubt see to it that I did not walk away empty handed.  I was sure that he wouldn’t want his wife and son to see the DNA test or know about his dalliance with his son’s wife.  Which by the way is still continuing.  Daddy Abbott just loves fucking his pregnant daughter in law.