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The Life and Loves of Jared Jackson
by Jared Jackson (jaredjackson749@yahoo.com)

***

My name is Jared Jackson. As I write this, I'm a 
seventy-four year-old man looking back over my life and 
the many loves I have known. Here I sit alone, but 
satisfied, setting down the factual account of my sexual 
encounters that closely mimicked the sexual revolution 
that turned society upside down. I'll start at the time 
when I became alive sexually, well almost. (FFM, 1st, 
mast, oral, anal, bi, rom)

***

Part 7: The Millennium
 
If I thought I was slowing down in my fifties, I knew 
for certain as I approached my sixtieth birthday that I 
was definitely going downhill. Still, although Viagra 
had become the old man's dream, I had no problem getting 
an erection, especially with Chrissie and Becky. Becky, 
who was now twenty-eight, was still content to be with 
us. We tried to convince her to try to find a young man 
to hook-up with, but she wouldn't have any part of it.

It was 1999. As the millennium was approaching, all 
sorts of rumors and predictions became the rule du jour. 
The big one was what was called Y2K. It predicted that 
since all computers expressed the date in two digits, 
they would all stop when everyone's computer's date 
turned over to zero-zero. In other words the computer 
would not know if it was 1900 or 2000 and all things 
that we had come to rely on that was run by electronic 
machines, would cease to function. Thankfully it became 
much ado about nothing.

It gave us pause and helped us to take stock of 
everything. For my little group, we still had great 
times together sucking and fucking and we often 
professed our love to each other. Still, as I got older 
it seemed weirder. I mean I wasn't a doddering old man, 
but I was sixty and Becky was in the prime time of her 
life. I loved her so much and we had shared so much with 
her over these last several years that I couldn't 
conceive of life without her. I know Chrissie felt the 
same.

Over the years my sex therapy group had handled a few 
fetish cases. My fetish for women with hairy pussies and 
arm pits was now legendary and still a huge turn on, so 
I never doubted people when they told me of their secret 
desires, which for the most part they felt guilty about. 
My job was to free them of that guilt. I was unable to 
understand though, golden showers, bestiality and S and 
M. I had to admit I've never tried any of those, but I 
had no desire to until Paula.

She was a woman who was into peeing, both giving and 
receiving or water sport as it was so colorfully 
described. Her problem wasn't that she was guilty about 
it, but that it was causing trouble in her marriage. She 
was addicted and couldn't get enough of it. She wanted 
to demonstrate it for me, but initially I begged off 
saying we weren't set up for it. Her comeback was, 
"What, you think it's gonna be messy?" She pointed to 
her full lipped, wide mouth, "It all goes here. C'mon, 
big boy give it to me." She reached under her skirt and 
began to massage her hairless pussy.

The sight of her open mouth waiting for my urine became 
compelling. By now I was erect, but I've always had 
great control. I can pee with a hard-on. I pulled out my 
manhood and her eyes grew big with the size of it. I 
just held it there for several moments as I willed 
myself to relax. Her mouth remained open waiting for my 
stream her tongue flitting back and forth. 

The strength of the stream through my erection though 
caught her a little off guard and she choked for a 
second, but then I emptied my bladder into that waiting 
mouth. She had an angelic smile on her face as I did. As 
I began to dribble off, I held the back of her head and 
started jacking off.

She began to suck the end of my dick as I stroked and 
when I started shaking with the onset of my orgasm she 
laid her tongue under my cock and I shot a stream of cum 
that almost equaled my pissing feat. She became very 
animated shaking with her own orgasm and sucking me deep 
into that fantastic big mouth and swallowing my... 
second load.

When she had finally had enough she looked up at me with 
a seductive smile, "So what do you think. You hooked?"

"I have to admit that that was a very exciting 
demonstration. How often do you do that?"

"Almost every day, if I go to my GS Club, I may take 
five or ten loads. I can't think of a one though that 
did it with a hard cock and I have to admit your cream 
was almost as good as your piss. I love crouching over a 
man... or woman and letting go with a bladder full and 
watch them drinking it all down. To then grind my cunt 
into their face until I come is a huge turn on."

"Do you like any other kind of sex?"

"I'm very oral. I like it with both men and women. How 
about you, do you go down on women?"

"Oh yeah, it's one of my favorite things. You want me to 
do you, but no piss?"

She backed up to the sofa and raised her bare, milk 
white legs, spreading them and opening up that hairless 
little cooch. Her honey pot was running over with a 
sugary liquid that had me digging deep for more. She 
grabbed the back of my head as I feasted on her. I 
brought two fingers up to finger fuck her vagina, 
searching for that mysterious g-spot. She began to pant, 
"You sure you don't want me to let loose?" 

"I'm positive!" I was lapping her honey and licking her 
clit and when I stuck my finger up her ass, she went 
crazy. "That's so good. Don't stop! Here it is."

She began to squirt a heady dose of the sweetest nectar 
into my gulping mouth. I mean it was a huge load. I had 
never seen a woman who could squirt like that. She was 
sobbing her gratitude, "That's the best fucking cum I've 
ever had. Can I take you home you sweet man? I want to 
do this every day now."

Before she left she signed her husband up for 
cunnilingus lessons and made another appointment to see 
me the following week. She's seen me on and off ever 
since then and her husband has become an expert with his 
tongue. I never again peed in her mouth and she 
confessed later that she had kind of grown out of it. 
Although every once in a while the urge would over-take 
her and she would find herself at her Golden Shower 
Club. 

This chapter started out as a discourse on fetishes 
because I wanted to tell you about a woman named Mandy 
who walked in one day about this time. She told Chrissie 
that she had this uncontrollable fetish. She loved feet. 
My first interview with her was intriguing. Though I 
knew about this fetish, to have someone sitting across 
from you relating stories of how she loved feet, blew me 
away. Chrissie who was sitting beside me taking notes 
appeared to also be hanging on her every word. Here's 
what she told us"

I think it started when I was a baby and was able to 
draw my foot into my mouth and suck on it like I nursed 
on the nipple of my mother's breast. It was a big joke 
in the family, but I never lost the desire to suck on my 
own toes, but I also began to find women and men who 
would let me admire and suck their feet. 

I began to masturbate as I sucked on toes when I was a 
teenager. A friend who had stayed over for the night, 
let me bring her toes to my mouth and I reached under my 
nightgown and started massaging my clit. I had a violent 
orgasm and the other girl was so turned on she came too. 
We started a regular sleepover arrangement that almost 
always ended in my slurping on the other girl's toes 
while she ate my pussy.

It continued in college. I became known for my fetish 
and was adored by all my fans. If you had a difficult 
exam coming up, Mandy could provide relief. I had lost 
my virginity when I was a freshman, but was turned off 
by the experience.

I had had a number of lesbian experiences in college, 
but still liked to suck men's toes, I just didn't like 
fucking. 

I thought maybe she had just been with someone who was 
inexperienced and blew it. I was to find out later that 
this was true.

Chrissie, who had been listening with growing arousal, 
reached down and removed her sandals and began to flip 
her foot up and down. Mandy dropped down and grabbing 
her foot brought it to her mouth and began to suck on 
Chrissie's bright red painted big toe. I could see that 
Chrissie was turned on, especially when she croaked out, 
"Why don't we pretend we're teenagers and I'll get down 
there on the rug with you and you can suck my toes and I 
can suck your pussy.

With a groan Mandy complied keeping her mouth on 
Chrissie's foot and bringing her pussy down onto 
Chrissie's face. She started to fuck that face I loved, 
humping her back and moaning, clinging to Chrissie's 
foot, licking and sucking her toes and devouring the 
whole foot with her avid mouth. At Mandy's first sign of 
cumming, she dropped the foot and brought her mouth down 
on that hairy mound of Chrissie and both women moaned in 
climax, expelling what looked like big loads in each 
other's mouth.

I had been stroking my cock as I watched them and when 
they recovered, Chrissie noticed and grabbing Mandy's 
hand, she brought her along with her as she knelt at my 
feet. I took off my shoes and immediately Mandy was on 
my right foot sucking on it. I have to admit the feeling 
was very erotic. In the meantime Chrissie went after my 
erection sucking me deep.

The two worked on me for a couple of minutes until 
Chrissie sensed that I was ready to spurt. She pulled 
Mandy up alongside her and offered my niner to Mandy's 
lips, pumping me as she did. Mandy's lips clamped on to 
it and sucked like it was my big toe, but this toe was 
full of cream and I let go a big load of cum. Mandy 
seemed to be surprised by the volume but stayed with it 
swallowing it all but the last spurt which she shared 
with Chrissie.

As they swapped my cum, I leaned down and cupped Mandy's 
breast and brought my lips to theirs. We all became 
aroused as we experienced the kiss and Mandy was panting 
with her need. I couldn't help myself, "Mandy, would you 
trust Chrissie and I to both work on you until you are 
highly aroused and then let me fuck you? I think you got 
a raw deal on your first experience."

She looked at me endearingly, "Yes. I want to be fucked 
and I want it to be you."

We stripped her, marveling at each piece of revealed 
flesh. Chrissie and I quickly removed our clothing. We 
laid Mandy back on the couch. Chrissie went for her 
furry mound and I began to massage and suck her breasts. 
I continued the massage and brought my lips to hers in a 
passionate kiss.

We were sharing each other's breath when I asked her, 
"Did you like sucking my cock? Did you like the taste of 
my semen?"

"God yes... I had never, you know, done that. The whole 
deal was unbelievable; I loved caressing you with my 
mouth and sucking on your big cock, it is big isn't it?"

"As cocks go, but tell me your other feelings."

"I was just in heaven like I was sucking on the most 
wondrous big toe. When Chrissie got up beside me and 
started to stroke your cock, it was so sexy and when you 
let go and started filling my mouth with that creamy 
sweet juice, I lost it. I couldn't get over how good it 
felt in my mouth, salty and sweet, but all male and when 
I swallowed... it..was... heaven. All the way down to my 
gullet I felt its hot, wet heat. When you both shared 
what was left in my mouth, it was almost as much as this 
girl could handle."

I kissed those luscious, pulsing lips slipping my tongue 
into her mouth as she responded in kind. She was really 
getting aroused by Chrissie's sucking mouth, "Oh God, 
I'm so turned on."

"Turned on enough to let me try to slip my cock into 
that sweet pussy?"

"Try me. I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I pulled 
Chrissie off of her pussy giving her red throbbing lips 
a big kiss, "I think she's ready."

I got between Mandy's legs and slowly inserted my 
erection into her moist hairy cunt. Chrissie knelt on 
the floor by us and began to caress her breasts and to 
encourage her. "Relax baby, just let the feeling build."

Mandy's face was contorted in passion and yes, lust, 
"God, that feels sooo good. Give it to me. Fuck me hard, 
I'm ready"

I pushed deeper and all at once I breached the 
resistance and sank to my balls. Her cuntal walls were 
tight but it felt oh so good.

She was sighing with the rightness of it all, "Fuck 
me... fuck me good... oh shit, I'm all yours."

I looked down on her pretty flushed face, "Revel in my 
cock fucking you. Let yourself go, honey... don't fight 
it... yeah like that... move with me."

She was bucking against me in perfect time with my 
strokes and by her movements I knew she was ready to 
cum. I went into my high gear and became a fucking, 
maniac machine as she began to cry out in orgasm and we 
were both cresting together. I sought her mouth and we 
kissed, crazily sucking on each other's tongue and came 
... and came.

We stayed connected for another minute or two as we 
returned from that impossible high. Chrissie was kissing 
her now and still pinching her nipples and massaging her 
breasts. She whispered, "Well, how was it, as if I 
didn't know."

"It was beyond my wildest fantasies. I was screwed in 
more than one way that first time. Can I come back 
again? I'll suck anything you put in my mouth if we can 
end like this each time."

"We and our toes are at your disposal. We need to get 
you up or Jared will get a big head thinking he fucked 
you silly. There'll be no living with him."

"Could I live with him... and you?"

With that question Mandy became a part of our family. 
There'll be several stories about her over the next 
fifteen years, especially as she takes my place as 
manager of the sex clinic.

***

Becky was immediately taken with Mandy, especially after 
she learned of her fetish, "You mean you get off on 
sucking feet. That's exciting. Would you suck mine?"

For Mandy it was like reliving her first experience with 
her teenage friend. Becky was just a little older than 
Mandy, but had the excitement and curiosity of the very 
young. That was one of the things that appealed to us 
about her. She sat on the bed and Mandy took her place 
in front and took Becky's right foot in her hand and 
began to suck on her toes. Becky was wiggling her butt 
on the bed and giggling with the weirdness of it. Her 
face was betraying her growing excitement, turning pink 
and splotchy.

Her hand dipped beneath her skirt and I knew she was 
playing with her clit like she did when she was sucking 
me. I walked up to her side. "Getting turned on little 
one?"

God yes, this is crazy, but I'm so excited. Do you have 
something for me?"

I unzipped my fly and brought my nine inches of love 
meat to her mouth. It slid between her sugar-coated lips 
and I began to gently fuck her mouth. Mandy was watching 
all of this in wide-eyed wonder and sucked even harder 
on Becky's feet. It was just too much for Becky and me 
as we both came, her drenching her hand which Mandy got 
up and started licking and me with a huge spurt of joy 
juice followed by three more. It was all Becky could 
handle as she swallowed convulsively with the massive 
load.

I said enthusiastically, "There must be something to 
this foot fetish thing." We formed a little trio 
exchanging liquids and kissing each other passionately.

Later that night we had a rerun. Becky was kissing 
Mandy's feet, almost worshipping them. The girl never 
did anything half way. I watched with growing passion as 
Mandy got turned on and couldn't resist bending down and 
whispering against her mouth as we kissed. "Do you need 
anything from me baby?"

She was beginning to milk her pussy as Becky had done 
and simply opened her mouth wide which I filled with my 
pacifier. She immediately gobbled it up and began to 
give me an exciting blow job. Both girls were wildly 
cranking their pussies and going over the edge. I pulled 
out of Mandy's mouth and asked her to stick out her 
tongue which she dutifully did. My load was close 
behind, spilling onto her waiting tongue in huge globs 
of white, chunky cream. She took it into her mouth for a 
moment and then swallowed it with enthusiasm, showing me 
her empty tongue at the end.

***

Of course the new millennium came to an abrupt pause 
with the awful events of nine eleven. For a while it 
looked as if life would never be the same. Travelling by 
air became a pain in the ass, most of our personal 
freedoms were taken away with the Patriot Act and the 
Iraq war was just the tip of the iceberg in the unrest 
that swept across the world. And in its wake it seemed 
to me that human sexuality became more perverse and 
pervasive with people seeking relief in drugs and sex.

I know this will probably sound self-serving and all, 
but I don't believe in promiscuity. That is 
indiscriminate sex. For example, Wilt Chamberlain an NBA 
legend claimed that he had slept with twenty-thousand 
women in his lifetime. Just before his death in 
nineteen-ninety- nine, Wilt urged that making love to 
one woman twenty-thousand times was far superior to his 
record couplings. 

All the people I have had sex with were people I formed 
a relationship with, for that matter I loved, even those 
I came to know in the sex therapy. Anyway, society as a 
whole became more open and promiscuous, leading to more 
fucked up people and clients. Herpes and all the other 
STDs were on the rise. I became much more diligent in 
the blood tests.

One lost man, Jason, came in one morning suffering from 
chronic masturbation. That is he whacked-off a minimum 
of three times a day and sometimes many more. Becky was 
chosen to deal with him. He was not handsome, but 
attractive in a rough-hewn sort of way. He had curly 
brown hair and sky-blue eyes, stood about six two and as 
Becky, and all of us watching in the viewing room 
discovered, he was really hung. We're talking John 
Holmes proportions if you remember that early porn movie 
sex star. There was twelve inches of hard meat when he 
was erect.

In fact that was the cause of his problem. He had been 
ridiculed in high school and called horse, because 
that's what his appendage resembled. So, he decided 
after finding the pleasures of self-gratification, to 
keep it to himself or should I say for himself. He had 
had one bad experience with a college coed. She became 
abusive when he couldn't get it in. He admitted that he 
didn't know what he was doing.

He started purchasing and renting sex videos and the 
action was so hot that he became addicted to those sex 
scenes. Oddly enough he had never seen a Holmes video. 
It might of helped him, but then he wouldn't have had 
any need for us. The scenes that intrigued him the most 
were the blow-jobs, especially those that ended with the 
girl swallowing the man's cum. Becky found this all out 
in the first interview and suggested if he would be 
willing, she could talk him through a gratifying 
intercourse that might just turn things around.

They set a time for the following week at the same time 
and we drew blood from him for our STD tests. The 
following week, Chrissie, Mandy and I were in the 
viewing room as Becky began. "I'm going to undress for 
you slowly, letting you get familiar with each part of 
my body." She then began to strip off her blouse and 
bra. She held up those perky tits, offering them to him. 
"Come close, these are my nipples and they are very 
excitable. See how they stick out when I pinch and rub 
them, Come taste them." 

He started massaging one and sucking on the other. We 
could all see the growing mound in his slacks. "Here, 
let's get you out of these." There was an audible gasp 
from Becky and all of us in the viewing room when that 
monster was unfurled. Becky couldn't keep her hands off 
of it and stroked it with that backward motion I loved 
holding up her lips for a kiss that grew quickly 
passionate. "Sit down on the couch, Jason. You say blow-
jobs fascinate you."

She knelt in front of him, "Get a load of this. Or 
should I say give me a load of this if I can get my lips 
around it." She took that giant shlong into her mouth, 
essentially just the purple headed knob, and started 
sucking and moving him in and out as much as she could 
handle and stroking the heavily veined stalk. It seemed 
she could get more and more of it in as the BJ 
progressed. He was really getting into it reaching down 
and cradling her head. "Are you going to swallow my 
cum?"

She took her mouth off, but continued to stroke Jason's 
massive member. "Looking forward to it. I hope you don't 
drown me. Would you like to watch your juice spurt onto 
my tongue?"

"Oh fuck yes, Becky. Here let me milk it on your 
tongue." He began a well-practiced stroking. He pounded 
his meat while staring down at Becky's waiting mouth, Oh 
baby, it's gonna be a lot. Get ready cause... here it 
comes. Eat it Becky, eat my hot cream."

With that his whole body jerked and a torrent of white 
chunky jizm spurted on Becky's tongue, spurt after 
spurt. She was swallowing for all she was worth, but 
still it ran down her chin and puddled on her breasts 
and he kept cumming and cumming until Becky began to 
giggle at the enormity of his load. "Jesus, Jason, give 
a girl a break." 

Becky was now scooping it off her chest and bringing her 
open palm of cream to her mouth and swallowing it, scoop 
after scoop.

Jason started kissing her creamy lips and hugging her to 
him. "You're the best, Becky. I'll never forget this."

"Honey we've only just begun. Trade places with me. 
You're going to learn how to suck pussy and get me all 
wet and then I'm gonna try to take all this into my 
sweet little honey pot."

Jason got right to it, tonguing and sucking Becky's 
sweet hairy, honey pot as she put it. "God, it's so 
sweet." He began lapping her liquid center in earnest 
and Becky was guiding his head, both hands clasped 
behind his head. "Oh Jason, where have you been all my 
life... eat me up... oh god I'm cumming... eat... it... 
up." She was bucking her hips up and down and Jason was 
swallowing as fast as he could. The girl could cum loads 
too.

"Fuck me Jason... fuck me." Becky pulled him up and he 
placed his now rigid cock against her obviously 
overflowing cunt. "Here it comes Beck." He slowly pushed 
forward inching his way into that glorious hole. Becky 
was wide-eyed with lust and apprehension. "Remind me to 
never try to take this up my ass. Oh God baby, it's 
wonderful. Keep going."

Jason started fucking now, giving Becky another inch 
every few strokes. "You're taking it all girl... you're 
just about there." With that he gave another little 
lunge and their pubic hairs kissed. "Becky, I'm not 
letting you go. You're mine."

"I'm totally yours Jason. That pussy is yours, my mouth 
is yours... maybe my ass." She said this panting with 
her effort to swallow him all. "Fuck me you monster cock 
brute, fuck your woman." 

Jason was a fucking machine, pounding that huge meat 
into her sweet little pussy, but she was eating it up. 
"Shit... I'm shooting... cum with me." He seemed to move 
into another gear and for sure was soon filling her cunt 
with his spunk. 

Becky was pounding on his back with her monumental 
orgasm. She screamed with the joy of it and kissed him 
slobbering out her thanks against his lips. "That was 
the best, Jason. Even Jared couldn't match this."

I of course was cumming in Mandy's ass as the two girls 
sixty-nined. Her face was pressed against the 
window/mirror and I was kneeling behind her, fucking up 
into her ass. It was the first anal for Mandy and she 
had really gotten into it after the first discomfort. It 
was hard to deny what Becky had said and it looked like 
Chrissie and I had lost our little girl, but that was 
what we had been trying to do for some time. She and 
Jason were a perfect fit.

Back in the clinic room Becky was rubbing Jason's semi-
erect prick all over her face and lips, glorying in the 
sticky juices of both of their spends and just the size 
of the organ. Jason's cock was beginning to harden with 
the sight before him, "Girl, you're gonna make me hard 
again."

"Bring it on babe. If you've got more juice for me, I've 
got a willing mouth and tongue." With that she enveloped 
him between those perfect lips. He was the master now. 
He cradled her head in his hands and began to fuck her 
mouth, driving that huge meat whistle deep into her 
throat, causing her eyes to water with her effort. "Oh 
babe, I love you. I love that sweet mouth that gives me 
so much pleasure. Are you ready for your load this 
time... oh shit, this is so good I don't want it to end. 
Suck it. Can you take it all the way?"

Becky started to stroke her clit as she doubled her 
speed sucking Jason's cock. Her hand was a blur on her 
pussy and she began to bob up and down until Jason 
suddenly clamped his hands down on her face and filled 
her sucking mouth with his third load as she moaned out 
her own orgasm swallowing his hot cream.

Jason was smiling down at her. I know we don't know much 
about each other, but I'm going on record: I'm not gonna 
let you get away." He pulled her to her feet and into a 
passionate embrace, "What do you have to say about that, 
Becky"

She was leaning back and giving him a crooked grin, 
"Will that monster be totally mine to love, cherish and 
obey?"

"Always, you've staked your claim."

"Then my answer is yes. I'll marry you any time, any 
place."

We entered at this time, hugging them both and 
expressing our pleasure. Jason stood sort of stunned for 
a moment, "I have a good job and make good money. I have 
a condo on the Westside. I... "

Becky put her hand over his lips, "It doesn't matter. 
Together we can do anything we want. I've never felt so 
positive about something like this before... well maybe 
my coming to work for Jared." She looked over her 
shoulder at us and winked.

Jason started wheeling her about in a crazy dance as 
Becky started in on him, "Maybe in a couple of months, 
I'd like to get my folks out. All my friends are here. 
.How about your folks? Will they be on board?"

"Absolutely!" He blushed at his next statement, "Mom's 
known about my jerking off for quite a while. She found 
one of my DVDs I had left out and put it in another 
location so that I would know she knew. She's been 
giving me subtle hints and introducing me to local girls 
to try to hook me up with someone. She's gonna love 
you... my dad too. He's a pistol. Ooh I love you girl."

***

Becky came to me in a couple of days with tears in her 
eyes and asked me if everything was alright with this, 
that I didn't have any hard feelings. I drew her into an 
embrace, kissing her sweetly without passion, "Are you 
kidding me, we shared ten years of incredible 
experiences. You know how Chrissie and I have been 
trying to get you to expand your horizons for years. 
This is the best if Jason's story pans out, but I have a 
feeling you would follow him anyway.

"Oh yeah, I would have, but I've met his mother and we 
hit it off really well. She was bubbling over with 
enthusiasm, even asking me if there might be grandkids 
in the future. Surprisingly I told her Jason and I 
hadn't talked about it, but I would like to. I mean it's 
hard to get my mind around a normal existence after my 
time here with you and Chrissie."

She gave me one of those sardonic smiles she loves to 
give, "I'll miss Chrissie the most. I've become hooked 
on pussy juice and will miss it. Maybe I can come and 
visit her from time to time. Or better yet, I can tell 
Jason about my experiences here and see if he would be 
willing to find a woman we could both... do."

"That's dangerous unless you have total agreement, but 
you're free to visit Chrissie whenever you want. What 
does your mother, Cil think? 

"Oh she loves the idea. I can't wait for her to meet 
him."

To bring this part of the story to a close, the couple 
was married three months later in July. It was a grand 
event, a regular church wedding with all the bells and 
whistles. Chrissie and I got to dance which we had never 
done before. She was really good and we drew a crowd 
when we started to jitterbug during a contemporary song. 
Both of us had taken Arthur Murray dance lessons when we 
were teenagers and it all came back.

I threw her over my shoulder at one point and when she 
landed she did the splits. Soon several people had 
stopped and surrounded us watching us go to town. By the 
time we ended there was a sizable crowd circling us and 
they broke into applause with shouts of huzzah. 
Afterward an attractive couple approached us about doing 
some ballroom dancing with them.

I had seen the woman with her skirt riding high as she 
danced. She was short and pretty and seemed to be very 
athletic. Like Chrissie, she did the splits one time, 
but bounced up and down on the floor in that split 
position. I pictured her bouncing on my cock like that, 
very intriguing to say the least. They introduced 
themselves as Art Cameron and Joyce Jennings. We 
exchanged numbers with them, but I didn't think anything 
would come of it. How wrong I was.

***

We all missed Becky. She had been a ray of sunshine in 
our lives, but we were all happy for her. She had called 
after her honeymoon raving about her new husband. She 
promised to come by and see us soon. Cil spent a wild 
week with us while they were honeymooning. We had been 
very discreet with her while Becky was living with us. 
One day that stands out in my mind was the day before 
she left. We had been putting pressure on her to move to 
the coast, but she said as much as she loved us and L. 
A., she was still a Midwest girl.

She, like me, was in her sixties, but didn't look it. As 
people were saying now, sixty was the new forty. She had 
a few streaks of gray in her hair and in her bush, but 
it only added a little intrigue. Chrissie and I had 
taken her to lunch and when we returned to the clinic, I 
couldn't keep my hands off of Cil. Chrissie seemed to be 
in the same frame of mind.

It was probably about our long association with Becky 
and the sudden loss we felt. There was a similarity of 
body, spirit, taste –both real and psychological – and 
desires. Both Becky and she had not been able to hide 
their emotions. What you saw was what you got. And they 
never did anything halfway. Their psychological need for 
my cream, again both real and imagined, was a joy for 
me.

There's nothing like standing over a kneeling women who 
you know wants your juice, watching her face light up at 
your first spurt and then to savor and swallow it like 
it was a gift from God. Well it is. I tried not to let 
myself get hung up on that, you know, playing God. Still 
it was a trip.

Such was the situation on the day before Cil left. I was 
standing before her and she was fellating me with a 
passion that was scary. It might have been the fact that 
she was sitting on Chrissie's face fucking it. Her 
thighs were trembling with the onset of her orgasm and 
she knew I was about to unload in that beautiful sucking 
mouth, "Oh Cil, you're the best... here comes that cream 
you crave... suck me baby... take your load, " and I 
came a bucketful, well at least a cupful.

She stayed right with it drenching Chrissie's face and 
sucking me dry.

***

Chrissie and I had muddled through another uneventful 
day. We were sharing a bottle of wine and some tasty 
Ritz crackers with cream cheese and Jalapeño jelly 
spread on them. We were smacking our lips in joy when 
the phone rang. "Hi this is Joyce... Joyce Jennings... I 
met you at a wedding reception about two months ago. We 
were dancing and... well a crowd gathered to watch us... 
do you remember? And... is your girlfriend there?"

I looked at Chrissie, "Yes she is. I remember you guys. 
What's this about?"

"I was hoping you had broken up with her and were 
available to take me dancing. Art became a creep and I 
had to ditch him."

"Chrissie and I are just sitting on my patio sipping 
some wine and talking. Why don't you come join us and 
we'll talk about it."

She reluctantly agreed after a moment and when I gave 
her my address, she said she lived only about ten 
minutes away from me.

I had second thoughts after I had invited her and hung 
up the phone; Chrissie and I were not the type to pick 
up someone like that and it might be just that: a woman 
looking for a dancing partner, but there was something 
about her... the smoldering sexuality... and of course 
the gymnast... splits-loving body.

When I heard her car in the driveway, I went out to 
greet her, opening her door and offering my hand. She 
spun into my body and planting a quick kiss on my lips 
asked, "Is this your home?"

"Yeah and it's paid for."

I escorted her into my house and Chrissie met us at the 
door. She gave Chrissie a welcoming kiss as well, and 
then swirled away in her full dancing skirt as she began 
to inspect the house. "God, this is beautiful. I thought 
you lived in some grubby apartment like I do." She 
turned to Chrissie, "Do you live here with him?"

"For over forty years and no we never got married."

"Geez, I'm sorry. I've made a mess of things."

Chrissie reached out and patted her cheek, "No baby, 
you're just attracted to him like a lot of women, but 
you need to get in line."

She pulled Joyce into a lustful kiss, burying her tongue 
in Joyce's mouth. Their torrid kiss lasted a minute or 
more and when they broke apart they were both panting. 
She was a little thing. Chrissie's breasts were at mouth 
level and she buried her face in them as they calmed 
down. Joyce looked up at her, "That's the first time 
I've kissed another woman... you know, sexually."

Chrissie was pressing her to her bosom, "Is your little 
pussy dripping like mine?"

Giggling, Joyce reached under her skirt and appeared to 
dig her hand into her cunt. She brought her hand back 
out glistening with her honey. Before she could hold it 
up for inspection, Chrissie jammed all three of her 
fingers into her mouth sucking and licking all the juice 
off as Joyce watched in fascination.

Joyce face began to color with her rising ardor, "Do I 
have to get my own?"

Chrissie laughingly pulled up her skirt and her panties 
down. Holding her skirt up Chrissie dug her whole hand 
into her hairy cunt and brought it up to Joyce's lips, 
"Here you go precious and there's a lot more where that 
came from."

Joyce gave a little sob and devoured the sticky, gooey 
cream covering Chrissie's palm. She made a big deal of 
licking the palm clean and then looked up at her 
provider, "I always lick my fingers when I play with 
myself, but this is so much better. I can't wait to lick 
that... hairy pussy." She smiled, "Would you show it to 
me again... I mean it's so hairy... I shave mine."

"Oh baby you're gonna love that hairy puss and I can't 
wait to feed it to you, but let's have a little wine and 
some of these wonderful appetizers. When we're ready 
we'll retire to the bedroom, get naked and fuck and suck 
each other crazy." She put her arm around Joyce and led 
her out on to the patio. 

It was that beautiful twilight time in southern 
California with the sky streaked with the dying light. 
The temperature was just right as we sat and talked 
about our lives and... sex. Joyce had been a gymnast in 
high school and was good enough to get a college 
scholarship. She got a degree in nursing and for the 
last ten years had been working as a registered nurse at 
a local hospital.

Joyce made it clear that anal was the route to her 
heart. She told us several interesting stories that got 
Chrissie and I hot and one in particular pointed out her 
own predilections and... well here's how she told it to 
us: 

I remember as a little girl being fascinated by my own 
poop, finding opportunities to see it in the toilet and 
especially when I went camping with my parents. I would 
often run my hand over my ass and stick my finger up my 
anus. As I got older I would use one of my dildos to 
crank up my ass as I masturbated. 

My first boyfriend understood my needs and we almost 
killed each other fucking and sucking the night away. I 
also had developed a fondness for his cock juice. We 
often started our time together with me kneeling before 
him and sucking his sweet prick. Ooh, I did love it when 
he came, filling my mouth with that fluffy, chunky jizm.

She paused for a moment to swallow making my cock rise.

Our favorite way was facing each other after he had 
tongued my ass until I was vibrating with need. We would 
put a pillow under my butt and he would slowly insert 
his cock until he was all the way in. I would go crazy 
as he started to fuck me with that love stick. He would 
sit up at times so that I could see his horny prick 
reaming out my ass. When I moved into my apartment I got 
a canopy bed and put in a mirror over my head so that I 
could see us better.

I might add that I became an addict on the free sex 
video universe. Of course, I saw everything anal. I even 
got into some of the rough sex videos and BDSM. Look, 
I'm a total anal freak. 

She paused in her story. "Can you give me what I need, 
Jared?"

My reply was simply, "We'll see."

But getting back to her story: I had been working the 
night shift for the first time in a while and noticed a 
doctor, who I had a crush on, entering a door at the end 
of the hall and closing it behind him. I was curious. 
Waiting a few minutes, I decided to barge into the room 
if it was unlocked and just pretend I had entered the 
wrong room by mistake.

I found that it was unlocked and braced myself and 
charged into the room. Kneeling in front of the doctor 
was the young, pretty floor nurse fellating him 
vigorously. His head was thrown back and he was in the 
throes of ejaculating, "Eat me, you cock-hungry bitch... 
swallow my hot cream."

I just stood there as the doctor pumped wad after wad of 
hot juice down her gulping throat. The doctor reached 
out and grabbed my hand. "Don't leave," he said. He 
helped the nurse up and gave her a brief kiss and told 
her she better get back to her desk. She gave me one of 
those if looks could kill moments as she left.

Anyway he began to kiss me and run his hands over my 
body and I was immediately putty in his hands. He broke 
the kiss and told me he had heard I liked it up the ass. 
When I shivered it was all the answer he needed. We were 
in a gynecological examining room with the chair fitted 
with the proverbial stirrups. He lifted me effortlessly 
into the seat and pulled my panties off exposing my 
hairless cunt, bubbling with juice in my excited state.

He separated my thighs and placed my legs in the 
stirrups. He got on his knees and brought his mouth down 
hard on my cunt and licked up all that juice and flicked 
his tongue over my clit. By this time I was moaning and 
when he forced his tongue up my ass, I lost it. I 
grabbed his head and told him in no uncertain terms to 
fuck my ass.

My asshole was pulsating by this time, blossoming in and 
out and covered with his spit. He got up and pulling his 
scrubs aside brandished that marvelous eight-inch cock 
and slid it up my ass tube with minimal effort. I don't 
know if it was the size of the instrument or the 
kinkiness of the situation, but I must have cum five 
times or maybe it was just one long continuous orgasm.

I was screaming at the end when he shot my ass full of 
jizm. Jesus, I can still feel it now as I recount it, my 
ass clamping down on that big cock and that hot juice 
spurting in me.

She got this serious look on her face, "Can you help me 
relive that, Jared?"

"Not only that, but I have a helper who I think would 
love to sit on your face. Are you up for that, little 
one?"

All three of us were stripped and on the bed in a flash. 
Joyce got in the middle and jolted our psyches; 'I need 
to show you something first." She began to fold up her 
middle and slowly her pussy approached her open mouth. 
All I could think was déjà vu, but with a woman, not my 
delectable she-male, Suzie. Joyce's sweet face was 
turning red with her strain, but still her pussy neared 
her mouth. By this time her cunt was bubbling with fuck-
juice and her poochy rosebud was quivering and 
blossoming in and out with her rising passion.

Her tongue came out and began to flick her clit when it 
was in reach. She began to moan in rising passion and 
her rectum was pulsating crazily. I couldn't control 
myself any longer. I got over her pushing her hips more 
forward and drove my tongue deep into that quivering, 
nether hole. I watched her tongue inches from mine 
licking the top of her pussy while I dug deep into her 
sweet bottom.

She was ready, "Fuck me... fuck my ass."

My cock was rock hard and when she saw it for the first 
time, her eyes grew wide in astonishment, "Good lord 
it's bigger than the doc's. Shove it in, oh God I need a 
good fuck."

I complied sinking my love muscle slowly into that hot 
tunnel. It was still in contracting mode and started 
milking my invading nine inches. I brought her thighs 
down until they were resting on my legs which buried me 
deep in her innards. She was glassy-eyed with her 
pleasure, "Fuck me old man. You are the man. My ass is 
yours."

Chrissie who had been watching all this with amusement 
and rising arousal, reached down milking her pussy open 
and brought one leg over Joyce's face and spreading her 
hairy labia shoved her cunt down on Joyce's upturned 
face. "Suck it you wanton little anal freak." 

Chrissie who was facing me, leaned over and kissed me 
looking down at my cock driving in and out of that 
vibrant asshole. "Fuck her good Jared. Show her what 
it's like to be really fucked up the ass." She looked at 
me longingly, "You haven't fucked mine in a long time." 
She watched intently, her tongue running over her lips. 
"Look at that, she's really going after it now." She 
rotated her hips over Joyce's sucking mouth, "I think 
she wants a mouthful of my sweet nectar. Is that what 
you want little one?" Her hips started pumping faster, 
"Oh baby, here comes your sweet honey... get it girl... 
Jesus, Jared... I'm cumming big time."

She shuddered and shook through what appeared to be a 
huge orgasm, reaching out for me to steady herself in 
the final throes. She started kissing me feverishly, and 
then panting, "That has to be one of the biggest, baby."

She got off of Joyce's face and lying beside her began 
to lick up the huge amount of pussy cream Joyce hadn't 
been able to handle. She paused every few licks kissing 
Joyce and sharing the liquid. Joyce was beside herself 
with the growing excitement, "Oh God, Chrissie, you've 
had that wonderful cock for what... forty years. My ass 
is so full of cock... it's so good... I'm almost there. 
Massage my clit... oh yes, oh yes... fuck me hard 
Jared." 

Her face turned beet red and suddenly she was shuddering 
and fucking her ass up against my invading love machine 
and we both came. "Fill my ass... oh God, your cum is so 
hot... I love you Jared." Her ass was clutching me tight 
as I emptied my balls in that hot channel. It seemed to 
go on forever and her ass chute never let up, milking 
the last drop of semen from my cock.

We lay together with Joyce in the middle, talking about 
what had just happened. Joyce expressed again her love 
for me, but I knew it was as much about my fuck pole as 
anything, still it was nice to hear. Later, we decided 
to have Joyce move in with us. She was thrilled. We saw 
why when we went to her apartment to load up her things. 
It was cramped and dingy, no bath just a shower and the 
kitchen was probably five by six. Her bed was wonderful 
though, big and roomy with that mirror on the top of the 
canopy.

The first thing we did after the move was to try it out. 
I fell in love with it. I couldn't get enough of those 
cute asses, tits and legs flashing above me as we 
copulated. It enthused me so that I bought an eight by 
eight foot mirror and installed it on the side wall and 
then pushed the bed up against it. All of us enjoyed it, 
but I particularly liked to watch one of my girls take a 
load of my cream on their tongue, and swallow it slowly, 
savoring that white, chunky sauce.

Chrissie had become an ass freak too and I was 
constantly pounding one or the other. They couldn't get 
enough and I have to admit it was becoming a close 
second to my cumming in their mouths. Well that's the 
way it stayed for a while and we were all in heaven. Oh 
we did go out dancing a bit and enjoyed the camaraderie 
and the special sex that followed.

Unfortunately, Chrissie who had not been feeling up to 
speed for a while, went to the doctor one day. She 
seemed concerned when she returned, but would not share 
with us what was bothering her. I found out the next 
week when she visited an oncologist. She had ovarian 
cancer, one of the deadliest. Two weeks later she had 
her ovaries removed and a lot of the surrounding 
tissues. It was pretty bad. I took her to her chemo and 
stayed by her side throughout. It was the first time we 
had refrained from sex ever. Neither one of us had the 
heart for it.

I had to put her in a hospice. She was pretty much pain 
free with all the drugs they were pumping into her, but 
she stared at me with vacant eyes. When she died two 
weeks later, I cried and cried. I didn't want to have 
sex with Joyce. It somehow would be a betrayal. It took 
me months to get over it. In the meantime, Joyce got a 
call from her doctor. He had gotten a divorce and wanted 
Joyce to move in with him. Since I wasn't doing her much 
good, she was gone in a flash.

One day I received a letter from Paris, France. I still 
got letters requesting to put some of my songs on 
compilation CDs and such so I opened it with no 
particular interest, other than to say OK. I had kept 
the publishing on my songs and I received a couple of 
these requests a month.

The opening sentence grabbed me, "Hi I'm Anna's daughter 
and she asked me to send along this letter to you in her 
will. My first thought was Anna's dead. That made sense. 
She would have been about eighty-five. I quickly read 
through the rest of the letter which basically said: Mom 
talked about you often and had followed your career. She 
often wondered what happened to you after your records, 
which were big hits in France, began to drop off the 
charts. She told me the story of how "Always You" was 
written and that it was about her. Is that true? By the 
way I'm fifty-two. Any chance you're my dad?

What? Could that be true? It sure fit mathematically and 
we never used any protection. I just assumed she was 
taking care of it. God, I might be a father? I quickly 
skimmed the rest of the letter, but nothing else was 
said about fatherhood, just that tantalizing sentence. 
The letter ended with her address and request for 
answers if I had the time. With trembling fingers I 
opened Anna's folded up letter to me.

Dearest Jared,

I regret deeply leaving you with so many unanswered 
questions. I failed to tell you that I had a family in 
France when we were together. Know that my three months 
with you was one of the most romantic and fulfilling 
times of my life. I have never known sex as satisfying 
and wonderful as it was with you. Back in France, I 
often stroked my pussy thinking of our times together. 
It was the best sex I have ever known and with such a 
talented young man.

I came to New York for three months in sixty-four and 
thought about contacting you, but was afraid of how you 
would react. I mean I snuck out of L. A. at six in the 
morning with my pussy and ass filled with your cum and 
your taste on my tongue. It was the hardest decision 
I've ever made. I missed you terribly for many months, 
but in the end I know it was the right decision for me 
at the time.

I was so proud a couple of years later when your song 
about me flew up the charts to number one. I even got 
one of your autographed copies of the record when you 
came to Italy. I was at one of your TV appearances, but 
just couldn't afford to contact you then. It looked like 
the young woman on your arm and you were getting it on. 
I was jealous.

I finally shared our story with my youngest daughter, 
Ariel, when my husband died. She's been buying all your 
records and may pay you a visit sometime, although I've 
advised against it. She's a pistol and just went through 
a nasty divorce with her husband of twenty eight years.

I'm dying. I've lived a full and eventful life. My only 
regret is sneaking out of town without saying goodbye to 
you. You were an ardent and wonderful lover. I have 
always been in love with you and that wonderful nine 
inches you shared with me. Au revoir my sweet. I'll keep 
the light on for you.

Always yours, Anna Vigneau

I broke down crying. Now I knew, at least half of the 
story. She had made no mention of the fact that I might 
be Ariel's father. The heartbreak of it all was almost 
too much to bear. She had been my first sex partner and 
what a teacher she had been. The knowledge she had 
imbued me with had made me a good lover, on second 
thought a great lover. The knowledge of what went down 
rather than freeing me had made me sad.

So sad that I began looking back at my life with jaded 
eyes. Have I outlived my time? Is there any more reason 
for me to fight on? Oh God, is that the USC fight song? 
And should I try to connect with Ariel? I guess I'll 
leave it to her. Rather than inspired, I felt lifeless. 
What will become of me?

Nothing seemed to be going right now after leading what 
I considered a charmed life. Like most people who 
consider suicide at times like these, I moped around and 
thought about it not knowing that a whole new life was 
just around the corner.

To be continued... 

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