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 AUGIE

   My name is Augie, short for Augustus.  I guess I'm kind of lucky, my
father wanted to name me Socrates, because he thought that "Sock" would be
a great nickname.  To tell the truth I'm not too sure about writing about
my sex life.  Most of the stories here are written by young people who
think they've discovered every sexual act that has never been done before.
My last birthday put me on the wrong side of 50.  I still have plenty of
sex drive, and can raise a keep a hard-on better than when I was 20, only
thing is it takes longer to get it up the second time.

   I'm an architect.  I have my own practice in which I specialize in
upscale homes for the very rich.  And, the very rich have paid me very well
over the years with both money and pussy.  Rich housewives can't go whoring
around town to get all the cock they need, so they keep remodeling their
homes and the cock comes to them.  Architects, builders, plumbers,
carpenters, all of them.  Any fairly good looking guy that knows how to use
his tools is called many a time to fix a leakage problem in the ladies'
basement.

   I didn't always fuck the clients.  I had a wonderful wife, Audrey, who
was a sex machine without equal all by her self.  We had one son Augie Jr.
who we called AJ, and the three of us were as happy together as any family
could ever be.  Audrey had woman's trouble when AJ was around 3 or 4, and
lost her ability to have children.  I was really in a funk when I learn
that there would be no more kids, and so was Audrey: at first.  Then she
figured we could fuck our brains out.  No more monthly curse.  No more
birth control pills.  Just bareback humping with me dumping my hot load in
her cunt, and then sucking it out and sharing it with her.  With equal
attention given to her mouth and asshole.

   We even went to a couple of those sex resorts in Mexico and the
Caribbean.  Our rule was that we'd always be in the same room when we were
screwing other people.  We did what we thought was some really perverse
shit at those resorts.  One time I let a guy fuck me in the ass while I was
butt fucking his wife and she was eating Audrey.  I never knew a cock up my
ass, rubbing my prostrate could feel so good.  When it was my turn to do
him, Audrey put on a huge strap-on and reamed my poop shoot until I came in
his ass.  After I pulled out his wife stuck her tongue up his ass, Audrey
got behind her and jammed the rubber dick in the lady, and I stretched out
in front of him while he sucked my cock.

   When we got back home we were just the normal couple next-door.  No
swinging.  Sex with each other period.  And we loved that sex, and we loved
each other so much that when Audrey died I seriously considered killing
myself so I could be with her.  But, then, who would take care of AJ?

   Audrey caught some tropical infection.  It probably was while we we're
in Mexico.  We were having dinner one evening at home, and Audrey got up to
fetch something from the kitchen.  She never made it.  She lost
consciousness and dropped to the floor.  I tried to revive her, and AJ
called 911.  The EMTs were at our door within minutes.  They stabilized
Audrey, placed her in the ambulance, drove her to the hospital.  They said
I could ride with them, but I couldn't leave AJ so we followed in my car.

   The doctors didn't know what was wrong.  They ran all kinds of tests. 
They gave Audrey all kinds of drugs.  They consulted with each other, with
colleagues from other parts of the country, even video-conferenced with
infectious disease experts all over the world.  Nothing.  Audrey went from
beautiful, loving wife and mother to DEAD in less than forty-eight hours. I
went into hell and depression.

   I won't go into the details.  Let's just say after the funeral I was
useless for over a month.  Audrey sister, Shelia, came and stayed with AJ
and myself for a couple of weeks.  Grace, my office assistant took over
from Shelia, and I really believe she saved my life.  She bitched at me to
get out of the house and back to work.  Grace told me that Audrey must now
be thinking that I was the laziest asshole in the world, and pissed at me
for me blaming her death for my being such a slacker.  I must have fired
Grace ten times, but she just told me to "shove it." Grace kept the
business alive, me alive, and made sure AJ went to school, and had
something to eat.  Finally, Grace showed up at the house one morning
carrying a broom stick.  She made it very clear that if I didn't get
cleaned up, dressed and go into the office to work she was going to whip my
ass with the stick.  I went.

   There never was any intimacy between Grace and myself I never thought of
her in any sexual way.  Yes she was an attractive woman, but I only thought
of her as a friend.  Sex was no longer an important part of my life.  I
devoted myself to my work and AJ.

   Things changed rather suddenly.  I had designed a home for an older
couple.  They had just lived in the house for about a month when her
husband died suddenly.  We'd become friends while the house was being
designed and built, and I enjoyed their company very much.  A couple of
months after her husband died, Pamela, the widow asked me to come by her
home to talk about how to dispose of the property and what I thought a sale
would bring.

   Pamela, met me at the door and I could see she was distressed. 
"Augustus," she began, "I feel so lonely, so lost, tell me how you managed
to keep going after your wife passed." We walked into her sitting room and
sat facing each other as I told her how difficult it was for me after
Audrey's death.  I told her she had to keep busy.  Spend more time with her
friends and family.  "I'm not going to tell you everything is going to be
all right," I said, "you'll just get used to your husband being gone, but
it's never going to be OK." Pamela looked at me and nodded her head.  "Yes,
you're right.  It will never be OK, but Augustus I miss his touch so much."
She paused.  "Would you mind coming back another time to talk about the
house.  I need to reflect on what you've said."

   I rose to leave and she walked with me to the door.  On the way she
tripped, and I caught her before she fell.  It was the first time I had my
arms around a woman since Audrey passed on, and it felt wonderful to have a
woman in my arms, even if it was only by accident.  Pamela was in her late
fifties I'm sure.  Her complexion was smooth, product of an occasional nip
and tuck I had not doubt.  Her clothes fit her well, and dummy that I'd
been I hadn't paid attention to the well formed rack presently pressing
against my chest.  The little devil hanging between my legs began to stir
and become a big devil.  On impulse I kissed her.  I was surprised when she
responded.  Not just responded, but total submission and passion.  Pamela's
hand reached between my legs, and my hands grouped her ass while I pressed
harder against her tits.

   We wrestled each other to the floor.  "Augustus," she whispered, "would
it be improper for me to tell you that I need you to fuck me right now here
on the foyer carpet.  Later I'll be pleased to demonstrate that I am a
total slut in the bedroom." We began to undress.  "Don't rush," she said,
"let the suspense build." Once we were both naked, I moved to go down on
her to suck her clit, but she stopped me.  "Later with the oral," she said,
"right now I need you're cock buried in my cunt, and I'd wager its been
quite some time since you shoved that piece of meat into a woman.  Fuck
me!" "I won't last long," I said.  "You don't have anyone to go home to,"
said Pamela, "you'll last longer as the night goes on."

   Fuck her I did.  I didn't last very long, but I filled her with several
years of spent up sperm, and Pamela told me she could feel the wonderful
warmth of my jism deep inside her.  I didn't go soft.  I just kept pumping
into her, and soon I could feel the warmth of my cum oozing out of her and
dripping down my balls.  I lasted much longer this time.  At last Pamela
came with a sigh and moan.  It was so much more erotic than a woman
screaming when she reached climax.  We didn't stop fucking, and in time we
came again just a few seconds apart.  I rolled to one side, and started
playing with her tits.  She turned to face me and pressed her tits into me,
reached between my legs and twinked my asshole.  Tit for tat I always say,
so I reached around and stuck a finger up her's.  "I told you I was a
slut," Pamela said, "and I enjoy taking it up my ass.  I also have a
strap-on to use on you.  Have you ever done that?" I nodded yes.  "So
you're a slut too.  How wonderful.  You may never get to leave my house."

   Pamela sat up, and took a couple of deep breaths.  "Oh!  My," she said,
"I'm going to have to have the carpet cleaned." She smiled and giggled. 
"I'm quite hungry," she continued, "would you mind sucking a mouthful of
your cum out of my box and feeding it to me, I need the protein." My wife
used to ask me to do that so I started to comply, but instead of sucking my
load out of her I sucked on her clit.  I sucked and licked until she came
again, and her contractions shot the cum out of her hole right into my
mouth.  Then I fed it to her a drop at a time.  "Augustus, you can use me
anyway you want.  A little pain is good just don't injure me or piss or
shit on me." I began to wonder where that prim and proper, matronly lady
who greeted me a the door had gone.

   "Listen, Stud," Pamela said, "I'm not going to call you by your first
name any longer.  From now on my name for you is "Thickrod."

   "How about you just call me Augie or Gus, and I call you Pam.  Better
yet let's forget about names since I can't speak with your tongue down my
throat or your pussy clamped to my mouth.  You can't talk to well with a
cock in your mouth either.  In fact, while you are a beautiful woman,
you're far more beautiful with a cock in your face."

   "Oh, Mr.  No Name, you sure can be naughty, talking like that, but I
like my fuckers to use, shall we say, spicy language when he's buried deep
inside me...let's go to my little woman's cave, and relax.  Bring your
clothes along I'll hang them up for you.  Bring mine too, but don't let me
catch you sniffing my panties."

   I got up gathered the clothes, and followed Pam down the hall.  I guess
when you have money you can stop aging at the mid-forties.  Looking at
Pam's ass as she led me toward the back of the house I realized nothing was
hanging loose on her.  The butt cheeks were firm, her waist well defined,
and as I caught up to her I noticed her two perky breasts stood out without
even a little sag.  No wrinkles on her face.  Pam was product of modern
medicine and surgery.  I wondered if she'd had her pussy tightened too.

   She made a left turn into another hallway, and I knew where we were
headed.  When I designed the house I was asked to include a good size room
that was totally sound-proof, and included a wet bar, space for an
entertainment center, and adjacent to this room a full size bath with a
double size tub.  One other request was that the door open outward into the
hall.  I never did understand the reason for that, but I was about to find
out.

   Pam punched four numbers into the lock-pad on the door, and the door
popped open.  I followed Pam in and got a huge surprise.  The floor was a
wall to wall mattress: the door had to open out.  There was the largest
plasma TV I've ever seen on the wall above the entertainment center, and
pillows of all sizes were everywhere.  The room was decorated with
life-size photographs.  Nude frontal photographs of men from their knees to
their waists.  Some of the men were hard, some were soft, some long, but
none were short.

   "Fuck buddies," Pam said waiving a hand at the pictures.  "I'm going to
have to get one of you to put in a place of honor." I was going to tell her
I don't do those kind of pictures, but then no one had their face showing,
so I shut put.  "Throw the clothes in a corner, and lay down next to me. 
I'll start a movie.  Let me know if you see something you'd like to try."
Of course the movie was a porno flick.

   It was about fifteen-seconds before I realized that the movie was shot
in this room.  "Aw, you're getting a woodie...want me to suck you, so I'll
look beautiful...can't decide?...OK, I'm getting on my hands and knees so
you can do me from behind, or in the behind."

   I'm sort of leery about the backward passage unless it has been
thoroughly washed and rinsed, so I jammed myself into her cunt.  First I
grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against me as a stroked into her,
then I reached for her arms and pulled her whole body back slamming our
flesh together.  Both of us were caught-up in watching the action on the
TV, and I lost track of time.  "Look at my late husband doggie plowing that
redhead.  That was a fun night.  One of the few times we were able to
entertain here...Oh, look now she's got her head between my legs sucking
somebody's cum out of my cunt...She's a real slut that redhead...I guess it
runs in the family, she's my niece." I could see Pam as a good hostess
making sure the every man and woman that came came.  But I couldn't get my
eyes off her niece.  "That redheaded girl has the palest skin I've ever
seen, doesn't she ever get any sun?  She looks like she's
fourteen-years-old."..."She does that on purpose, because men love to think
they're screwing their daughter.  She's close to thirty, and her skin isn't
pale its like porcelain and you won't find a flaw on her.  Physically, as
far as I'm concerned, she needs to see a surgeon and get rid of those
floppy tits...Now are going to watch the TV, or screw me the way I
deserve?"

   For the next several minutes the only noise in the room as that of flesh
slapping together, and moans of joy and satisfaction.  I was doing my best
for Pam, and she was responding, but I couldn't stop watching her and her
redheaded niece on the TV.  There were several other women on the screen
too.  All of them in various states of nakedness.  Ladies with their
stockings on and their legs wrapped around a man's waist or over his
shoulders.  Ladies without panties, others with crotchless undies; all of
them screwing anyone, anyway they wanted.  The redhead crawled out of
camera range and I was now concentrating on Pam.  "What a fucking whore you
are.  Isn't that you getting DP'd and sucking another dick at the same
time?"..."Why is that turning you on?"..."You bet it is.  Wait isn't that
the sheriff with his cock in you mouth?" Pam didn't answer right away.  She
was busy catching her breath.  I took the opportunity to let her arms go,
and quickly reached under her to catch her tits before she fell.  "Yes that
is the sheriff in my mouth, and if I'm not mistaken the cock up my ass
belongs to the superior court judge...all of them big men with small dicks,
but you never know when you'll need a powerful friend...will you pull on my
nipples please, and also cum soon I've spasmed three times and my clit is
getting far too sensitive." "I've popped in you twice, I've been waiting
for you."

   I pulled out of her with a loud squishy sound, and she fell forward and
rolled on to her back.  I moved so I was leaning over her and placed kisses
all over her body and gently sucked each tit into my mouth.  "Mr.  No Name,
where have you been keeping that rod of yours all my life?...Don't tell
me!...I think you've been dipping it into the gorgeous woman that works in
your office."

   I was shocked.  "What woman?  Are you thinking about Grace?"

   "Certainly.  Yes, Grace.  What a marvelous body on that girl, and
watching the two of you together, a blind person could that she's in love
with you."

   "Grace and I are just friends at the most.  I've never considered her as
being anything else.  We're lying here naked after some very enjoyable sex,
and you want to talk about another woman?"

   "No I just thought that everybody had multiple sex partners, and assumed
with Grace handy all day you probably had dipped it in regularly.  Let's
just drop it."

   "Thank you."

   "Come on," Pam said, "let's shower together, and get cleaned up.  There
are robes in the bathroom, and when we're finished will come back, lie down
and talk"

   We showered, and made sure that every inch of our partner was scrubbed
squeaky clean.  Pam dried me with the biggest towel I ever saw in my life,
and then handed another to me to dry her body.  We put on robes made of the
softest terry cloth I'd ever touched, and moved back into the "playroom."

   Pam went to the refrigerator next to the wet bar, took out some food and
prepared it in a microwave.  We ate sitting on the mattresses and spoke
very little.  After a while she put an old Bogart/Becall movie on the TV,
and we leaned back on a pile of pillows and watched the film.  Every-time
the stars kissed, we kissed.  It was awesome lying next to a woman again.
Holding and touching each other and being intimate in both actions and
thoughts.  When the movie was over, Pam and I made love, real sensuous
love, just joined together with gentle movements.  Sweet sex, precious sex,
the kind of sex that you cherish long after its over.  We fell asleep
entwined.

   It was the soundest sleep I had in years.  Something strange woke me. 
Something wet was on my face.  I opened my eyes and it was dark.  Suddenly
it was light.  Pam was standing astride me fully dressed.  "Wake up
sleepy-head," Pam said, "I shook you several times.  Finally figured if you
got a whiff of something you like to eat you get up.  So I squatted on your
face.

   "Come on get dressed.  I been up for hours.  I washed and pressed your
clothes, and am ready to make your breakfast, although its about lunch
time."

   "What time is it?" I asked.

   "About eleven-thirty."

   "I got to go.  My son AJ is making a special trip home from college.  He
told me he had some exciting new to share."

   "Well that's important.  But before you go, I need to tell you that I'm
not going to sell the house.  I want you to promise to come back as often
as possible.  You've made me feel young again, and like a woman again, not
just a fuck slut.  Oh, and my niece is coming to visit next weekend, she
can be a special treat for both of us.  Finally, I'm not a jealous woman.
If you want to bring another woman here with you I don't mind at all."

   I dressed as Pam was talking.  "Pam," I began, "I didn't expect to find
what I found when I came here yesterday.  I found that I'd wasted several
years denying myself the company of a woman.  You've wakened a spark in me
that I forgot I had.  I'll be back just as soon as I can.  I owe you.  I'm
not jealous either.  Let's just fuck forever."

   She walked me to the front door, and as we got the the foyer, she
stopped me looked deep into my eyes and said, "Can you recommend a good
carpet cleaner.
   (To be continued)