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Complexity and Depth
by LJDoofus75 (no address provided)

***

Abby meets Darrin, an up and coming young VP. They hit 
it off and things start to happen. (MF, mast, oral, 
anal, rom)

***

PART I

I'm an eternal optimist. I've always been too trusting, 
too caring, too giving, too honest, too loving, too 
naive just too gullible and I'm sure that is what will 
be the death of me.

I'd grown up in a caring, loving Christian home and had 
been taught from an early age that God's 'Grace' was 
abundant and free for any one. No hidden agendas or 
strings attached - FREE. All you had to do was accept 
it. Isn't that so against our nature – getting something 
for seemingly nothing? It isn't a promise of an 
uncomplicated life, nor an easy one, but it's a great 
comfort when things go a little haywire or just plain to 
shit.

Everyone had always told me that I was beautiful, but I 
never really bought into that idea. I knew I was 
relatively good-looking, but beautiful – no. I had 
inherited my various physical attributes from my parents 
combined ethnicities. I had long blonde hair from my 
Mom's Swedish genes, her blues eyes, nice ass and my 
mild manner temperament, too. 

I got my height, 5'9," from by Dad's Germanic ancestry, 
Arian nose and earlobes, but I wish I would have been 
lucky enough to get his family's Germanic tits. My 
sister did. I thought mine were a woefully 
underwhelming, 36B. All the women on my Dad's side of 
the family had at least C-cups and most were Ds. I'm 
sure they turned some heads back in their day.

I was true to my Germanic and Scandinavian roots and 
attended a Lutheran university. You can imagine my 
disillusionment when I entered the work place. Everyone, 
it seemed, were striving to get ahead at everyone else's 
expense. There was so much back-stabbing, lying and just 
general pettiness that I was becoming a little cynical 
myself about the whole work environment and was losing 
my faith in humankind to be God-like when it mattered.

My life change the day I saw him walk through our 
office. There was something about how he carried 
himself. I don't think it was just me because several 
other women commented on his demeanor and his general 
aura. He had something that was magnetic, charismatic, 
inspiring about him and under the surface, something a 
little scary. 

He stopped at my desk to ask, "Where was Mr. Dan 
Correll's office?" He was our despot manager, a devious 
little fucker (only 5'2") of a man, to use the term 
loosely. Please excuse my language. My mom would have a 
cow if she knew those words came out of my mouth. 
However, Mr. Correll was the embodiment of everything I 
hated about the work place. He was political, would lie 
to your face and fuck you as soon as your back was 
turned. 

I'd heard that he was into some kinky stuff behind 
closed doors. He had recently gotten a divorce and it 
wasn't a pleasant one – child custody issues. His wife 
testified in court calling him a sexual deviant because 
he liked to lie under their glass-top coffee table; have 
her squat on it and take a shit over his face while he 
watched and masturbated. She said he actually ate her 
shit. She was afraid he would pervert their daughter or 
worse. She won full custody.

Anyway back to the handsome visitor, his voice was so 
calming that I must have looked like one of those girls 
in a romantic novel whose eyes roll back in her head at 
the sight of a handsome man. I went into a trance for a 
second and he had to ask me again, "Miss, where's Mr. 
Correll's office?"

Embarrassed, I snapped back to reality and said, "I'm so 
sorry. Mr. Correll's office is just down the hallway on 
the left." I couldn't help myself, but I watched as he 
strode erectly toward my boss's office. 

He was my image of a man, a wonderful specimen, about 
6'2" with broad shoulders, a rugged square jaw, lots of 
straw colored hair (maybe he had Germanic roots, too) 
and was dressed impeccably in a nice looking suit. 

I saw Madge give him the once-over and lick her lips. 
She was the office's fashionista and spent a lot of time 
commenting on everyone's attire. I went to her for 
fashion advice and did have to admit that she knew her 
clothes. 

As my eyes were drinking in his visual pheromones, I 
felt an excitement flood over my body and a dampness 
between my legs. I'd never had a sensation like that 
before. I was afraid that I had a case of the sudden 
onset flu or something, but it passed in a couple 
minutes.

Madge commented on our visitor's suit saying, "Do you 
know how much that suit cost?"

Of course, I said, "No, but it looked nice."

She retorted with, "$3,000 – it's an Armani and those 
shoes probably cost another $500 and that silk tie must 
cost at least $150." 

About fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the boss's 
office and headed my way again. I must have looked so 
stupid when he stopped at my desk and I knocked a stack 
of correspondence off of my desk. They fluttered around 
my desk like a flock of white pigeons at a Rome piazza. 
Madge just smirked and made a circle with her left thumb 
and forefinger as she poked her right index finger 
through it several times.

He bent down and helped me retrieve my wayward letters 
and said, "Mr. Correll said that you could show me where 
the HR conference room is."

Oh, this was wonderful. My brain harkened back to a 
middle school crush, Billy Giovani. I would be able to 
talk with HIM a bit longer. I eagerly said, "Yes, I'll 
show you! It's up a couple floors up. Let me introduce 
myself. I'm Abby - Abby Weiss." I presented my hand.

Instead of shaking it, he firmly but gently grasped it, 
lifted it to his lips and kissed it saying, "It's lovely 
to meet you, Abby. I CAN call you Abby, can't I?"

I was flustered and I'm sure I turned yet another shade 
of crimson, but I stammered out, "O-h, yes, that'll be 
fine."

He introduced himself saying, "I'm Darrin Simon Ferris 
and forgive me for being so forward, but I'd like to 
tell you that you are a lovely woman."

"Oh my, thank you." I continued turning several 
additional shades of embarrassment red as I stuttered, 
"I-I... it's n-nice to meet you too, Mr. Ferris," I 
replied.

"Please call me Darrin, Ms. Abby." He flashed a 
'commercial worthy' smile as his blue eyes sparkled 
while saying my name. My panties got wet. 

He had a nice baritone voice that sounded like that sexy 
midnight radio DJ you've heard. It was melodic and 
hypnotic. It had a quality about it that made you listen 
intently and believe everything he said. At that moment, 
I would have believed the sky was green if he would have 
said it.

We continued talking all the way to the HR conference 
room. He was easy to talk with. I felt like a schoolgirl 
smitten with her teacher just blathering nonsensical 
phases. I just gushed over his every word. I felt 
childish and sophomoric for acting so unprofessional.

We arrived at the HR conference room and the HR manager 
met us. It was apparent that Mr. Ferris was someone 
important and in my opinion, a very lovely man.

I made it back to my desk and the first words out of 
Madge's mouth were, "Did you fuck him on the elevator?"

"No! Why would you even say something like that?" I 
replied incongruously. 

"By the way you were looking at him and acting, I 
thought you'd be pregnant by now. I bet he has a big 
cock to go with that great body and his 'Marlborough 
Man' looks." she replied.

I scolded her saying, "Sex... is that the only thing you 
ever think of?"

She replied indigently, "No... here's clothes, too."

We both settled back at our desks and finished our day's 
work.

When I got back to my apartment, I decided to take a 
warm bath to relax and release some of the day's 
tensions. The water was pleasantly warm almost hot. As I 
lay there, my mind wouldn't stop thinking about Mr. 
Ferris ...Darrin. I began to imagine his big hands 
taking hold of me and caressing my face as he slid his 
fingers over my lips and stroked my hair while pressing 
his manly body up against mine.

It felt so real. That meditation course was paying off. 
My right hand slipped under the water between my legs 
while the left one found my right nipple. I very seldom 
masturbate, but I needed to do it tonight. Oh, my god, 
the excitement hadn't felt that good in a long time. My 
imagination was pushing all my sexual buttons and 
provided the exact setting and dialogue to make me 
pliant to this gossamery seduction. I could hear myself 
saying these words out loud, "Oh, yes, Darrin, just like 
that. Make me cum."

I nearly splashed half of the tub's contents out as I 
shook in the most violent orgasm I'd had in several 
years. As I staggered out of the tub, I saw myself in 
the mirror. My face was flush with one more erubescent 
shade for the day. Maybe it was from the water's 
temperature, but I knew better. 

In my mind, Mr. Ferris spent the night with me as my 
fingers became his and I had so many orgasms that I had 
to change the sheets. Nothing or no one had ever 
affected me so profoundly in that way before. What was 
it about this man that had taken over my imagination? I 
slept soundly like getting a Michael Jackson dose of 
Propofolฎ.

 The next morning as I was putting on my lipstick, I 
thought of HIM again. I could smell my scent still on my 
fingers as I visualized him inhaling my sacred place's 
aroma just as I was. I could see his cock getting hard 
as his nostrils sucked my essence into his olfactory 
memory. 

"Abby, you have to stop this. For God's sake, you only 
spent ten minutes with this man. What the fuck are you 
doing? You may never see him again and besides even if 
you did, he wouldn't give you a second thought. Stop it! 
Stop it right now!" I said as I tried to snap myself 
back to reality.

Once I was at work, I still had a difficult time 
concentrating, so I decided to talk with my friend 
Peggy. She's about my age and works in HR to see if she 
could tell me anything about Mr. Ferris. I gave her a 
call and we met in the lunchroom for some break time 
coffee and conversation.

I asked, "Did you get to meet Mr. Ferris yesterday?"

"Oh, yes, I did. Isn't he a dreamboat?" she replied.

"Yes. He looked very nice," I answered, trying to keep 
my excitement level in check.

"Do want to know what I found about him?" she queried.

"I'd be interested in getting the lowdown," I 
nonchalantly answered.

"Well, he's going to be our newest and youngest Vice 
President. They'll announce it tomorrow. He'll be our 
bosses' boss, so we'll get to see him around the office 
every day. Isn't that great?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, that'll be nice, but what else did you find out. I 
know you've got everyone's records. Give me the dirt, 
girl." I probed for more.

"Ok, but you can't tell anyone else or I could get in 
real trouble." she replied.

"Yes, yes, of course, I won't say anything." I reassured 
her.

She started, "Ok. For starters, he's only 34. Single. 
Handsome..." 

I interrupted, "Yeah, yeah, we both know that. Go on. Go 
on." 

"He's 6'3," weighs 225, has blue eyes and blond hair. 
He's been with the company about 10 years. He graduated 
from a small liberal arts college in Minnesota called 
St. Olaf with a BA in Economics and has a MBA from the 
University of Minnesota. He was captain of the baseball 
and debate teams at St. Olaf's, too. 

He's been promoted really fast to get this high in the 
company already. If you're really good, it usually takes 
about 20 years to get to VP. I know he's all about 
getting the most out of his people and has been really 
successful doing that without being an asshole like your 
boss. His employees all say wonderful things about him 
even the CEO likes him. 

Doesn't he have a beautiful smile? It just makes you 
believe he cares about you." Peggy said as her voice 
drifted off with a sigh.

"Peggy, Peggy, back to reality. What else have you got?" 
I demanded.

"His apartment is in the high-rise just down the street. 
It's not the penthouse, but it's way up there. He could 
zip line to work. Wouldn't that be cool?" she said in an 
imaginary tone.

I knew I was losing her, so we just sipped our coffee 
and finished up with some chit-chat. As we were 
departing, she volunteered, "Oh, yes, he'll start here 
next Monday. Bye."

I returned to my desk with all kinds of thoughts running 
through my mind. Would he stop by my desk again? Where 
would his office be? Would he even remember me? Why was 
I kidding myself? I'm just another face in the crowd at 
the office. He won't remember me from Eve.

Monday arrived and the CEO called a company meeting in 
the auditorium for 10AM – the subject – our new VP. He 
introduced Mr. Ferris...Darrin and read the bio about 
him and his accomplishments. He really was something 
special at our company.

Mr. Ferris stood up to address to the group. Once he 
began speaking, you could tell why he was where he was. 
He was eloquent, polished, confident and oh so good-
looking. I think half the women at the meeting would 
have thrown their panties at the podium if he would have 
fucked them. He was a rock star in our business. What a 
handsome man in every sense of the word.

The rest of the week was 'things as usual', but the 
following Monday, we all got an email from the new VP's 
secretary saying that she would schedule a one-on-one 
meeting with each of us and Mr. Ferris. Well, at least, 
I'd get to see him one more time before I sank into 
obscurity. 

Madge's VP meeting was scheduled before mine, so I 
pumped her for information when she returned to her 
desk. "Well, what did he want to know?"

"He asked about what my job was. How I thought he could 
make my job easier? What was my biggest safety concern 
and biggest work pet peeve? There were some more 'get to 
know you' questions and then he asked what I thought 
about Mr. Correll?"

"Did you tell him the truth about Mr. Correll?" I 
questioned.

"It just slipped out. Mr. Ferris is so easy to talk to 
that you forget he's a VP. What a nice man. I think he 
really wants to make our jobs easier." she exclaimed 
with some astonishment. "When are you going?"

I replied, "Friday just before quitting time."

The Friday finally arrived, I had packed a lunch. Peggy 
and I were eating in the lunchroom when Mr. Ferris 
walked in. Every eye in place looked his way. He stopped 
at every table and greeted everyone while exchanging 
pleasantries with his employees. 

He approached our table and said, "Well, it's Peggy 
Mallory and Abby Weiss. How are you two lovely ladies 
doing this fine day?" He flashed that wonderful smile as 
his hand reached out for ours. A jolt of energy raced 
threw me when our hands clasped and his blues lit up. We 
sputtered out our answers and answered a couple more 
mundane questions. 

He said as he was leaving, "Abby, I'm looking forward to 
our meeting this afternoon. I'll see you then. Have a 
great rest of your day." I couldn't believe he 
remembered my name. Here's a man I could fall for, but I 
was getting way ahead of myself. 

My appointment was scheduled for 4:45. When I arrived, 
his secretary said that Mr. Ferris was running a little 
late and she would reschedule me if I wanted. I replied, 
"No, that's OK. I'll just wait." 

At 5 after, he wrapped up with that person. He emerged 
from his office and said, "It looks like we saved the 
best for last." as he smiled broadly.

His secretary said, "Mr. Ferris, my husband called a few 
minutes ago saying he can't pick up our son from soccer 
practice. Do you mind if I leave now?"

He looked my way and said, "Abby, would it be OK if she 
left? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

How could I say no? I so wanted to talk to him even if 
it was about work. I replied, "It's OK with me. I'm sure 
you've got dinner to deal with, too."

She replied, "Thank you so much. You're both the best."

He invited me into his corner office. His desk was about 
twice the size of mine. He had a small round table 
surrounded by three chairs next to the window that 
looked out on the city below. The walls had several 
paintings and a photograph – one was a Remington wild 
horse scene, another of a snow-capped mountain lake 
scene with fall colored trees, one with several children 
playing 'Ring around the Rosy'. 

The photograph was of a sunset on a tropical beach with 
billowy clouds and streaks of the sun's last light. His 
office was immaculate – everything in its place. It 
shouted that a 'man in control' lived here. I settled 
into the chair across from his desk. 

He said, "Let's sit at this table. We can enjoy the view 
while we talk." 

He was treating me as his equal. What a very smart and 
nice man. No wonder his employees loved him. 

The first words out of his mouth were, "I'd like to 
apologize for embarrassing you when we first met. That 
was totally inappropriate and unprofessional. However, 
in my defense, you are a very lovely woman." 

I was taken back by his apology and floundered to get my 
reply out. I couldn't believe that the truth spilled 
out, "I was very flattered by your boldness. I guess 
you're a man who takes what he wants." I immediately 
regretted what I had said. I wanted it back.

He smiled, "I, too, am flattered by your boldness and 
honesty. There wasn't one person I've talked to this 
week that would have said that. Thank you for your 
truthfulness and not placating me. I need someone like 
that to keep me grounded. You know it's easy to lose 
your prospective when people always tell you what they 
think you want to hear."

He asked and I answered all his questions even the one 
about what I thought about Mr. Correll. It was almost 
6:30 when he asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"

Again, my mouth beat my brain to the punch as I blurted 
out, "Are you Lutheran?"

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises? You know, 
technically, you shouldn't be asking that, and I 
certainly couldn't ask you that. However, I'll answer it 
for you... Yes," he replied. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well, you went to St. Olaf and are from Minnesota. I 
just thought you might be. I'm Lutheran, too." I 
explained.

It was totally unexpected as he countered with, "If 
we're going to discuss personal matters, we'll have to 
do it away from the office. Since I've kept you so late, 
can I buy you dinner? You'll have to pick the place 
because I'm too new to the area. I've found the 
neighborhood Wendy's, though." 

Had I just talked myself into a date with the new VP? 
"Have you had a good steak, yet?" I questioned.

"No, good steak places are hard to come by. Is there one 
nearby?" he asked.

Being bold again, I responded, "It's only a couple 
blocks from here." My brain was shouting, "No, no, no, 
don't say it. Don't say it.," however, "I'd be delighted 
to have dinner with you... Darrin." came out anyway.

"You remembered. Thank you for being honest and human. 
To be truthful, sometimes it gets lonely being in charge 
and responsible for all of you." Mr. Ferris was like all 
of us, too - human.

We proceeded down to my desk and the place was deserted. 
Our floor doesn't get a lot of OT, so people leave at 
precisely 5 and besides it was Friday. The janitors were 
already at work doing their thing. I got my purse and 
coat and we took the long elevator ride down. My self-
confidence dropped with every floor. I could feel the 
pressure building. I was losing my nerve and began to 
regret saying I'd go. It was so 'out-of-character' for 
me.

Just then, he turned and looked directly into my eyes 
and said, "Abby, don't be nervous. I'm a person just 
like anyone else. I put my pants on one leg at a time. 
Let's just relax and enjoy each other's company for 
dinner. OK?" 

He knew exactly what I needed to hear. I was so relieved 
by his empathy for my situation. That had broken the 
awkward silence and a conversational flood began. We 
talked all the way to the restaurant. He wanted to know 
everything about me like I was the 'important' person. 

I knew I might have something that he wanted and oh, 
would I love to give it to him, to have him take it. But 
can it be taken if I wanted to give it to him. I'm sure 
you've felt this way before. It's the 'NO' means 'YES' 
thing. It would be so much easier if a woman could say, 
"Just fuck me, already." You know what I mean.

Dinner was delightful and scrumptious. It was nearly 8 
when we left and began heading back toward the office. 
He said, "Would you like to see my apartment? We're 
going to walk right past it."

Again without thinking, I spouted out, "That would be 
lovely. I heard it's got a great view of the city." 

"And exactly how do you know it's got a great view?" he 
questioned.

I couldn't out Peggy, so I thought the bold approach 
would be best, saying, "You see, I'm a very well-
connected woman. If I see something I want, I take it!" 
That was totally untrue and laughable, but it was out 
there and it was too late to undo it. 

He laughed saying, "Well, Ms. Abby Weiss, YOU are one of 
a kind. I like your style." 

When he laughed, his eyes lit up and he got those little 
crinkle lines around them. I knew he wasn't faking it. I 
loved that.

We took the elevator up to his apartment. It was on the 
45th floor. The penthouse was five floors higher. He 
opened the door and we stepped in. It was huge. My 
apartment would fit in his living room. It did have a 
beautiful view of the city and like his office; 
everything was in its place just so. 

We sat on the leather sofa, drank some wine and talked 
until about 10 before I said, "Darrin, I've had a 
wonderful evening and I've enjoyed learning about you, 
but I need to get back to my place."

He replied, "Do you REALLY have to go?"

This time, I was determined to let my brain think before 
I spoke. "Mmmm... I'm afraid so, but we can do this 
again."

"Well, OK, if that's the way it's going to be then I 
guess I'll have to accept it this time." He replied 
while walking me to the door. "I'd love to walk you 
down?"

Summing up all my fortitude, I answered, "No, that's 
fine. My car is parked in the garage just across the 
street." 

We got to the door and as I took the first step out, his 
hand clasped my right arm, spun me around, took me in 
his arms and he kissed me. 

Oh my god, electricity shot threw like I was on death 
row. My toes curled up in my heels. My panties were 
instantaneously wet. I felt like a stick of al dente 
spaghetti in his arms. 

He was a wonderful kisser. He pulled me closer with his 
strong hand in the small of my back. I felt helpless and 
safe at the same time. It was the most beautiful 
sensation of my life. What a cosmic rush!

My lips were still quivering from the adrenaline when he 
released them saying, "I hope you sleep well tonight, 
Ms. Abby Weiss. I look forward to seeing more of you, 
next time." He closed his door. I stood in the hallway 
dumbfounded with my juices running down my leg. That was 
almost as exciting as my masturbation dream, but this 
was real. 

I made it to my car and arrived home safely, which was a 
miracle in itself, because I had no recollection of how 
I got there. My fingers were busy most of the weekend 
trying to keep myself from jumping the next male that I 
saw. 

Darrin had found the vulnerable spot in my psyche and 
was lurking there just waiting to ingest my thoughts, my 
life... my being like Nicrophorus Americanus. His 
presence was feeding on my etheric body, my self-
altering brainwaves and becoming part of my DNA with 
every breath. 

I wanted to shake his presence, but deep down, I needed 
it. He had already enthralled me, mesmerized me, 
captivated me and now I wanted him to consume me, devour 
me, feast on me, ravage me, own me. In my life, I have 
never been so overwhelmed with desire for anyone or 
anything as I was for Darrin Simon Ferris.

Back at the office on Monday, I hoped that some sense of 
normalcy in my thoughts would return with the work week. 
I was OK until he walked by heading to Mr. Correll's 
office. He looked my way, winked and flashed that smile. 

Once again, my thoughts betrayed me. I don't know why, 
but a quote from "Care of the Soul" by Thomas Moore came 
to the forefront of my consciousness, "It is in the 
nature of things to be drawn to the very experiences 
that will spoil our innocence, transform our lives, and 
gives us necessary complexity and depth." 

I must admit that my life didn't have complexity or 
depth. Is this what I needed – complexity and depth? 
Could Darrin help stir things up? He had already stirred 
my passions. What else he could do for me?

The next day, I made the bold move of calling his 
secretary and asked to see him, but she said that he had 
to leave town to visit several of the other sites he was 
responsible for. He wouldn't be back for two weeks. I 
felt like an idiot. I shouldn't have made the first 
move. I hate these unwritten rules about not looking to 
eager, needy, slutty ...whatever.

The days dragged by at a snail's pace without the slime. 
My mind was playing all the self-confidence diminishing 
tricks it always does on me - for example, why hasn't he 
emailed me; he has my number, why hasn't he called me; I 
thought things went so well, what did I do wrong; I 
should have stayed; I should have fucked him. Will 
anyone ever love me? Why is my life such a fucking 
lonely mess? Fuck, I hate this shit.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally returned 
to our office. It was late in the day around 4 when I 
got the request to come to his office. I was almost 
ecstatic, but I had to keep it together, at least, for 
appearances sake. His secretary showed me in. He was as 
handsome as ever. I just hoped I wasn't projecting too 
much onto that accidental dinner and wonderfully 
unexpected kiss.

I sat down in the chair in front of his desk. He didn't 
ask me to sit at the table. He wasn't deferring any of 
his power and was in charge this time. He smiled and 
said, "Ms. Abby Weiss, how good it is to see you again. 
You were on my mind during my travels and I thought we 
should sit down and have a conversation."

Trying not to sound eager, I said, "A conversation about 
what?" 

I was playing the game and answered with a standard 
response to that request. I noticed that the brightness 
of his eyes diminished. What the fuck was I doing? He 
liked me because I was different – bold, honest and 
genuine. 

He replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's starting to sound like 
I'm always beginning our conversations with an apology. 
I must have miss-read you. I don't want to waste your or 
my time. You can go now."

Noooooo, what had I done? DO something, you stupid fuck, 
even if it's wrong. Don't slink off into the background 
again. 

I betrayed all of womanhood saying, "Darrin, no, I'm 
sorry. I don't play this game very well. In fact, I 
don't want to play anymore, so here goes... Don't 
interrupt. I might not have the courage to continue." 

My mouth opened and like the Iraq War's 'Shock and Awe' 
salvo, this verbal barrage fell from my lips, "You're in 
my thoughts every second of every day, no matter how 
badly I want to shut you out. The harder I try, the 
worse it gets. You're the first thing I think of in the 
morning and last thing that rumbles through my brain 
before sleep pummels me THEN you're in my dreams. I 
can't stand it. You're driving me fucking crazy. That's 
it... I guess."

The silence seemed to last forever as he sat there with 
a shocked expression on his face like I'd kicked him in 
the nuts or something. As I stood to leave, it was 
replaced with that wonderful smile. "Ms. Abby Weiss, you 
never cease to amaze me. Please, sit down." I took my 
seat again.

Darrin began, "Well, Abby, I really like you a lot 
and..." 

Those were the last words I heard because in that 
instant, I lost all my peripheral vision and I was 
looking down a long black tube with Darrin saying 
something at the other end. He seemed so far away. I 
could tell he was speaking because his lips were moving, 
but I couldn't understand the words. It was like my ears 
were plugged with cotton. My brain decided that I should 
acknowledge the words that I had heard. The problem 
began when I started to speak. My words and phrases were 
disconnected and about three times my normal speaking 
cadence. 

I answered with, "Oh, Yes, I like you, too. You're so 
nice. I can't stop thinking about you. You're driving me 
crazy. I like you, too. So much. You don't know how 
much, but it's a lot. I can't stop thinking about you. 
Did I say that already? I think I did. I'm sorry. Where 
was I? I really like you a lot. Didn't I just say that? 
I'm sorry..."

I could see Darrin motioning with his has hands like we 
had begun playing charades. His palms were facing down 
and he was slowly raising and lowering them. I heard him 
say, "Abby..."

I continued, "You said my name. Your eyes light up when 
you say my name. I like hearing you say my name. Say my 
name. I really like you a lot. Didn't I say that 
already? I can't sleep. You're driving me crazy..."

Darrin continued playing charades, but a bit more 
frantically now as I tried to read his lips, "Calm, 
something?"

"I like you a lot, too. I really do. You know that, 
don't you? I think about you all the time. You're 
driving me crazy. I can't sleep. Didn't I say that 
already? Maybe. I'm sorry. Didn't I say that already?? 
I'm sorry..."

I saw his hands move apart then come together very 
quickly as he said in a booming voice, "Abby! ...," 
which was followed by a thunderous clap. It was as if a 
glass partition had been shattered and I could see and 
hear again. It was then that I realized what had 
happened. I buried my head in my hands and dropped them 
to his desk.

Just then his secretary entered asking, "Is everything 
OK in here? I heard a loud noise."

My head was still buried in my hands, Darrin answered, 
"Abby's afraid of spiders and there was one on her 
chair, but I got it." 

I heard his words and I leapt about 3 foot out of the 
chair and began brushing my clothes off like there was 
one on me. I really am afraid of the creepy crawlers 
especially spiders, but I realized that Darrin was just 
covering for me and the spectacle he'd just witnessed.

His secretary asked, "Can I get you something?"

"Some water would be nice. Thanks." I replied. She 
retrieved a bottle and closed the door on the way back 
to her desk.

Darrin asked, "Are you alright?" 

"No. I'm totally embarrassed at my behavior. I'm so 
sorry." 

"Abby... ," he said interrupting, "You already said 
that." He laughed. We both laughed. In context, it 
REALLY was funny.

He explained again that he really liked me and wanted to 
date me. He said, "You were right when you said I was a 
man who took what he wanted. I know what I like and I 
like you. I'd like to move things along if you're 
willing."

Of course, I replied, "I'm willing. Oh, yes, I'm 
willing." 

He answered, "BUT, there's this one thing first..."

That sounded like a big BUT. I asked, "What is it?"

"It's the fact that I'm a VP and you are essentially my 
employee. We need to keep this under wraps until certain 
things are ironed out first." He answered.

I asked, "Like what things?"

"Abby, being totally truthful, I know you would want me 
to be. I have a lot more to lose than you would if our 
dating develops into something more serious and then 
blows up. I'd potentially be exposed to sexual 
harassment charges and my career would go down the 
toilet – not just here but everywhere. 

I had this document drawn up a couple years ago. It's to 
protect you and me from stuff like that. I'll give you a 
copy and you can read it over. I know you'll find this 
is so romantic." He explained as he handed me a small 
booklet.

"Wow! This isn't a pre-nup? Is it?" I questioned.

"No, but unfortunately, it's similar. I'm sorry, but 
since joining this company, I've invested the bulk of my 
waking hours into getting where I am. You know, that's a 
lot of life to throw away on the whimsical notion of 
forever love, at least, at this stage. Please, try to 
understand my position." He pleaded.

I believed him and took the booklet with me to read in 
my apartment alone in front of the microwave.

I just had to get that girly romantic idea of how love 
is "suppose" to be out of my head for the moment. Darrin 
was right. He did have a lot to lose, but I had 
everything to gain. 

The booklet covered everything – work nights, date 
nights, families, friends, pets, holidays, vacations, 
living arrangements, sex and fidelity like I said 
everything. I'm pretty sure Darrin was out of my league, 
but what the hell. 

I guess you don't get to be a VP before 35 by leaving 
anything to chance. 

The next day, I called and asked to speak with Mr. 
Ferris. His secretary put me through.

I said, "I've read your booklet over quite a few times 
and if you want, I'll sign it."

"Great! Why don't you swing by my office? My secretary 
can notarize the document and we can make dinner plans 
for Friday," Darrin replied. 

It wasn't the most romantic a dinner invitation I'd ever 
heard. In fact, it sounded more like closing a business 
deal, but he was nice, handsome, successful and Lutheran 
just everything my parents were looking for and me too 
at that moment.

Friday came and I was more excited with each passing 
hour. Madge had asked me where I was going all dressed 
up. I couldn't say anything yet, so I just told her I 
had plans.

I met Darrin in the lobby of the building next door and 
he took me to a very nice Italian place. We ate by 
candlelight on the vine-shaded patio that had a roving 
minstrels' group playing classic Italian tunes. It was 
very romantic. We had two bottles of wine, so I was 
feeling pretty relaxed, let's say. 

After hitting one of the hot dance clubs in town, we 
made it back to his place around 12. The wine's affect 
had lessened, but I was still feeling it. We plopped on 
his sofa and I snuggled up to his broad chest. He put 
his arm around me and kissed the top of my head while 
smelling my hair.

"Your hair smells so good. Why is it that women's hair 
always smells so good?" he questioned.

"So is this a fetish I need to worry about? Do you slink 
around sniffing women's hair?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "You got some other hair I'd like 
to be sniffing right now." I kissed him.

He kissed me back and soon we were 'Frenching' like we 
lived in Paris. I was so hot and I wanted to fuck him, 
but Mom always said, "Don't give it away too soon. Make 
him work for it."

His hand began massaging my tits, which sent my nipples 
into an instantaneous erection. They felt like little 
cocks sticking out. I slid my hand up and down his 
thigh, but never touched his cock. I knew I was making 
him hot for me. He thought he was in control. He started 
to unbutton my blouse, but I stopped him saying, "Let's 
not rush it." 

Men hate it when you say that because they've been ready 
to fuck you since you walked in the door two hours ago. 
I'm pretty sure his cock was leaking pre-cum all over 
the silk underwear. That's a far as I'd let him go as I 
said, "I need for you to take me home before I get too 
carried away."

"No one cares if you get carried away. Your Dad's not at 
home waiting up for you. Let go. Enjoy yourself. Let's 
do it." He rebutted.

"Well, I care and I'd like you to be the gentleman you 
are and take me home." I replied.

He knew he wasn't getting it tonight after that comment, 
so I gathered my things and we headed for the garage. We 
stopped in front of a sports car. I asked, "Is this your 
car?"

"Yes, it a Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS." He replied proudly 
like I knew what fuck that meant. It was a red 
convertible and it looked powerful and fast. He opened 
my door and I nearly had to lie down to get in. 

Once he was in the driver's seat, I looked at him, 
smiled and asked, "We're not trying to make up for a 
physical deficiency somewhere are we?"

"No. I make a lot of money, so I can have my toys while 
I'm young enough to enjoy them." He replied. 

On the way home, I was rummaging around in the glove box 
and found the original price sticker in with the owner's 
manual. Holy Shit, this car cost $140,000. It would take 
me half a decade to make that much money. It was a 
speedy vehicle and I was home in no time. I gave him a 
goodnight kiss. Once inside, I did the same thing I knew 
he would be doing as soon as he got back to his 
apartment – masturbate. It did feel good. I hope he 
slept soundly, too.

We continued this dance for several more weeks. I'd let 
him suck my tits and finger fuck me, but I hadn't let 
him really fuck me yet. My leg had felt his cock while 
he was humping it and it felt kinda big.

I'm sure he was beating it to death just like I had 
planned. I enjoyed torturing him.

*****

A couple weeks later and a few minutes before his 
meeting, he stopped by my desk and asked, "Didn't you 
say Madge was the clothes expert on this floor?"

"Yes, I did. She can stretch a dollar and still look 
great. Why?" I replied.

"I need you to get an evening dress that looks really 
nice without being slutty. Take Madge with you and find 
something to wear for next Saturday night. We're having 
a global company shindig for all the executives and 
you're going to be my date. It'll sorta be your 
'official' unveiling. When we walk in, I want every man 
there to be envious of me because I have such a 
beautiful woman on my arm. Remember get something really 
nice. Let me know if this isn't enough." He said, as he 
laid an envelope on my desk and left for his meeting.

Once he was out of sight, I opened the envelope and 
thumbed through the bills. There were fifteen crisp $100 
bills in it – $1,500. I'd have to work two weeks to 
gross that much. My whole wardrobe didn't cost $1,500.

I turned to Madge and said, "We have to get me an 
evening dress that looks nice, but not slutty."

She replied, "What's our budget? $300??"

"How about 5 times that much!" I gleefully responded.

"Girl, did you have a rich Uncle die and leave you some 
money. Fuck it. Who cares? Abby, I'll have you looking 
like Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile, not the queen of 
the sluts." She replied with a chuckle. 

When shopping, Madge was in her element. She knew all 
the places to go to get a deal, but still get a great 
designer dress. We found the dress, 6" black stilettos, 
a clutch and a wrap. We went to Victoria's Secret to get 
undergarments – black garter belt and nylons, matching 
red pushup bra and thong.

She took me to her make-up friend and we tried several 
bases under different lighting to pick the one that 
looked the best. She also knew a jewelry store that 
would rent me some 'real' jewelry for the weekend. I 
hadn't been so excited about a date since my Senior 
Prom.

The day came; Madge took me to my hair appointment. Once 
that was done, we began the task of assembling all the 
pieces. You'd think we were putting a 747 together, but 
everything had to be just perfect. I was finally ready 
about 30 minutes before Darrin was to arrive. I walked 
from my bedroom to the living area and Madge said, "Wow! 
I've done a great job, but I wasn't starting with 
chopped liver either. Abby, you look beautiful, just 
absolutely beautiful. If I was a guy, I'd want to fuck 
you as soon as you walked in."

I took a minute to look at myself in the mirror. For 
once, I could see why people called me beautiful because 
tonight... I was.

Madge left and Darrin arrived about 10 minutes later. 
When I opened the door, his jaw dropped and I think he 
got a hard on at the same time. He couldn't say enough 
about how beautiful I was and that I looked perfect. I 
was just what he wanted and needed for tonight. He had 
rented a limo just to get us there. It wouldn't look 
right piling out of a sports car.

We got there purposely late about 15 minutes after 
things had started, so Darrin and I could make an 
entrance. Since all the other execs are older than 
Darrin, I was nearly the youngest woman there except for 
one exec, who was experiencing his second childhood. His 
date was 22. He could have been her grandpa.

Darrin reveled in showing me off to all his peers and 
the CEO. I knew I was a trophy girl and arm candy, but 
it felt good to be the center of attention and on the 
arm of a handsome man – my man. I felt like Cinderella 
at the ball. We danced, drank and danced some more. The 
CEO even copped a feel while I danced with him. Darrin 
thought that was great when I told him. 

It was a perfect evening. I'd never had so much fun or 
been so popular. You'd thought the reason everyone 
wanted to dance with me was because I was wearing a see-
through dress or something. 

They all held me close and their hands tried to roam 
around, but I keep most of them in check. I know at 
least three of them had erections on as we danced. It 
was a great self-confidence builder to be 'wanted by 
all' and I owed it all to Darrin.

We left about 1:30. Darrin was elated by the great 
impression I'd made. In the car, I placed my left hand 
gently on his cheek and leaned over a kissed him. I 
loved this man. We were kissing frantically and 
passionately. Once the limo arrived and the chauffer let 
us out, we made our way to the elevator where the 
kissing began again. Darrin struggled with his key to 
his apartment, but soon we were in a tongue lock 
wrestling ourselves to his bedroom. He pulled up my 
dress to my waist and shoved his hand between my legs. 
My thong was already soaked. I was grappling with his 
belt and zipper. Right now, we were both in a state of 
pure lust. 

I popped all his buttons as I tore off his shirt. He was 
sucking one of my tits. My right hand slid down his 
chest and into his trousers. That's when I felt it. It 
was an anaconda. 

I hadn't fucked around a lot. There were more than five, 
but less than ten, so cocks weren't foreign to me. 
However, his cock must have been 2" thick and 10" to 12" 
long. Was he the progeny of Johnny Holmes? That thing 
wouldn't fit inside me, but I needed to be fulfilled.

Once we were naked, he tried to mount me, but I stopped 
him, saying, "I've never been fucked by a phone pole 
before so I'm going have to take this slow. Let me be on 
top. No, let's 69 first."

Darrin didn't hesitate and flipped on his back with his 
monstrous cyclops staring at the ceiling. It looked like 
the main mast of 'Old Ironsides' with the breeze 
swirling around it. I began with a deliciously long 
slurp from his nuts all the way to its tip. I nearly ran 
out of spit. He did taste good, though. I liked the way 
it bobbed and weaved as my tongue caressed every square 
inch of its surface. He was lapping at my cunt lips, but 
he hadn't flicked my clit yet. He was teasing me, too.

I opened my mouth and tried to get his cock as deep as I 
could. I was stretched so wide, but I got about 4" in to 
start. My mouth had never been so full. It was like 
trying to chew 10 pieces of bubblegum all at once. When 
his cock was dripping with my salivations, I thought it 
had enough lubrication.

I moved my cunt over his enormous flesh piston and 
placed its head at my opening. I sat down some and his 
head pried my cunt open. He was too big, and I felt like 
a balloon that was full of air and being squeezed really 
hard. I was about to explode.

He was moaning and telling me how great it felt. I 
pushed a little harder and I got his head inside me. I 
started to cum in waves. I had never experienced orgasms 
like that. I slipped his head out and a flood of juice 
coated his pubic area. I repositioned myself and forced 
myself down again. This time with all the extra lube, I 
got his head and about 4" in me. I was cumming so hard 
that my legs were shaking and I was drooling and 
yelling, "Oh, god, fuck, it's so big. It feels so good. 
It's so fucking big."

Darrin couldn't or wouldn't keep still and began 
thrusting into me. Every time he went in and out I came. 
The room was turning black and I think I was about to 
pass out when Darrin pushed another 2" in me. Fuck. I 
was being split like a log. I could feel my cunt 
ripping, but I was cumming with every stroke. My head 
was spinning. We were both yelling. 

Darrin was saying, "Oh, yeah, baby, give it up. I'm 
cumming! I'm cumming!"

While I was saying, "Fuck, Oh, fuck. Motherfucker! Oh, 
my god. Fuck me. Make me bleed."

One more deep thrust and I felt a flood of warmth 
surround his cock and my cunt. I'd never cum like that. 
He pulled my face down to his lips and gave me 
passionate kisses as his cock spewed seed deep inside 
me. I felt it twitching inside my cunt like a headless 
snake. Oh, how I love this man.


PART II

The next morning or should I say day, I awoke first with 
my head burrowed into Darrin's chest and his strong 
right arm holding me close. It reminded me of the times 
when Mom and Dad would let me snuggle in their bed 
during violent thunderstorms. I knew that nothing could 
harm me there. 

His chest was warm and I loved feeling his breathing as 
it raised and lowered my head. I was wearing the shirt 
that I'd tore off him as a night gown. It still smelled 
of his cologne and bodily essence. I loved his scent. I 
got me thinking about other things.

I moved my leg slightly and it dawned on me that my cunt 
was aching. Oh yes, I'd taken something about the size 
of a baseball bat down there. My curiosity was awake now 
and I decided to get an untainted look at that pleasure 
pole. 

I lightly lifted the sheet and peeked under the covers. 
It was languishing on Darrin's left thigh. It didn't 
look nearly as menacing as last night, but of course, it 
wasn't hard either. It reminded me of a crocodile 
soaking up sun on an African river bank while waiting to 
dive into its next victim.

I delicately drew the sheet back further, exposing it to 
the curtain-filtered light of day. It was still an 
impressive sight even at rest. It looked like the 
'Falukorv' sausage Mom served at Christmas. That was one 
of my favorite Christmas treats, so thick and meaty, 
definitely a good handful or mouthful.

I knew I'd be tempting fate if I went any further, but 
nonetheless, I ever-so lightly dragged my nails over its 
length. It stirred and began to move slowly, 
imperceptibly, at first, but then noticeably from side 
to side. I thought of the "Bride of Frankenstein" scene 
when the Dr. Frankenstein shouts in amazement, "It's 
alive! It's alive!!"

The foreskin had been wrinkled over the tip, but now it 
had grown enough that the flare of its head was exposed 
for teasing. I couldn't stop myself. As a woman, it's 
such a delight to see the power your touch has. It's 
like you're providing the essential spiritual energy to 
resurrect the dead. Who wouldn't love to use that power? 
However, like all power, it can be abused when it runs 
rampant, but what's the harm, right?

I used my fingertip to apply a feather-like touch to the 
head's flare. It grew in response. I remembered a plant, 
Mimosa Simpatica, from my childhood that reacted to 
touch. Cocks are similarly amazing things. They respond 
to the slightest stimulation like they have a mind of 
their own and, by the way most men act, I think they do. 

It probably houses the male's primitive reptilian brain 
and as such, it's the first part of a man to wake up, 
that is, if it ever sleeps at all. Fortunately for 
women, once that brain's awake it tends to short out the 
higher functioning aspects of men's cognitive thinking. 
After that happens, she can control him like a puppet by 
keeping him just on the edge of things. We can be such 
bitches like that, can't we?

I needed some lubricant, but I had morning dry mouth. 
When I need to generate some salvia, I have this trick I 
play on my brain. I think about one of those giant dill 
pickles in the 3 gallon jar you can buy for a quarter at 
the local grocery. I remember the taste and how my mouth 
waters in anticipation of that first bite. That always 
makes my mouth drool. I bet yours is drooling, too. 
There is was.

I deposited it in my hand and over my fingertips. I 
placed them over Darrin's head as I began an unscrewing 
motion around his circumference. It got bigger, more 
erect and began to stand on its own. Now that was an 
impressive sight sorta like a raising the center pole at 
the circus big top.

Darrin opened one eye and said, "You're not going to 
leave me like that, are you?"

I thought about saying yes, but replied, "What would you 
like me to do with this?"

"It wants to fuck you." He responded.

With a smirk on my lips, I answered, "So... it does have 
a mind of its own."

"Take it as a challenge. Most women I've been with 
couldn't take it all the first time either. It's 
something you have to work up to, but believe me, they 
all said it was worth the effort." Darrin boastfully 
replied. 

"Are we talking a lot of women or a few women?" I 
queried.

"Who cares? Right now, it only wants you, the beautiful 
Ms. Abby Weiss of New Braunfels, Texas." Darrin hadn't 
answered my question. Instead, he grabbed me and pulled 
me into his arms. We began kissing. I did say he was a 
wonderful kisser.

He started at my lips, but soon, he was kissing my neck, 
cheeks, earlobes, eyelids, forehead, throat. They were 
soft except if he wanted to redden the area then he'd 
lightly drag his stubble over it. I got really wet when 
he did that to my nipples and was ready to take it 
again. 

We needed to give IT a name. IT was such a large part of 
him. IT needed a name.

I looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm as ready as I'll 
ever be. How do you want me?"

"On your back, pull your knees up to your tits and hold 
them there." Then what he said next pierced right 
through my soul's consciousness. "I just want to absorb 
the beauty of you like this - presenting yourself to me, 
open to me with no reservations, wanting me to have you, 
to take you, to own you." 

It was 'D้jเ vu', Darrin was saying exactly what I had 
imagined during my bathtub masturbation seduction. Wow! 
My mind was tripping. 

This had to be predestined. As strange as it may sound, 
maybe God was working here in the midst of this soon-to-
be lustful sex. I had always believed that God was at 
work in our lives during good times or bad. Ironically, 
some of the best resolutions came from the worst of 
times except they were more painful and took longer to 
resolve. God has no schedule to keep or a clock to 
watch. He doesn't run on our time, that's for sure.

Darrin wrapped his hand around "IT" and began to rub the 
meaty head up and down my glistening slit until IT's 
head gleamed like a shiny penny. He then used IT to draw 
small circles around my clit. Oh, god, did that feel 
good.

You would have thought I worked at 'Orange Julius' given 
all the juice that was pouring out of me. Darrin used IT 
to gather and direct it toward my brown pucker muscle. 
He slid it across its 'ripply' surface. I asked, 
"Please, not there. Not yet."

A smile started in one corner of his mouth, as he 
replied, "I was just checking." IT parked at the 
entrance as Darrin's hands each took a nipple and began 
to pinch them very hard. He said, "Just go with it. 
Trust me. I won't do anything to hurt you. It's all 
about the pleasure you'll feel once you get past the 
initial pain."

Jesus Fucking Christ, it hurt. I was about to scream and 
when it suddenly stopped. I felt a wave of calmness rush 
over me. It was like having an out-of-body experience. I 
saw ITs head slip inside me and then a few inches. It 
began sliding in and out and I began cumming just like 
last night maybe even harder because my nipples were 
screaming, too. As my juices coated more and more of IT, 
IT disappeared deeper and deeper into my darkness until 
IT was all in there – 13.25" I later found out.

I couldn't stop myself and just like my imaginings, I 
shouted out, "Oh, yes, Darrin, just like that. Make me 
cum."

My cunt was in a state of uncontrolled seizures sorta 
like getting a Charlie Horse down there. I was cumming 
so much that Darrin was having a hard time holding me 
down. He laid his weight on top of me and began fucking 
me into tomorrow. I can't describe all the sensations 
and feelings that were flowing through my brain and 
body. All I can say is, "Think of the best fuck you've 
ever had... times ten." If IT felt this good every time 
he fucked me, I'll never leave his bed. IT did 
phenomenal things to me.

The sun was setting and we had literally fucked away 
Sunday. I needed to get home, take a hot bath and rest 
up for the work week. Darrin sped me home. As requested, 
I gave him my panties. We kissed and said our goodnights 
for the evening. 

I headed up to my apartment. I looked like I'd been gang 
banged in an alley somewhere. I could barely walk 
straight. My hair was a mess. My dress was all wrinkled. 
My feet hurt, so I was carrying my shoes. 

My doorway was only steps away when my best friend from 
across the hall, Grace, poked her head out and said, 
"You looked great Saturday night when you left. I don't 
think I've ever seen you look so hot. What happened?" a 
smirky little smile lurked on her lips as her big brown 
eyes looked me up and down.

"Come on over and I'll tell you everything." I knew I 
had to because she'd keep pestering me until I broke any 
way. This would save us both a lot of time. She bounded 
out of her apartment like a rabbit heading for the 
Farmer's Market.

Once inside, I spoke saying, "Look, Gracie, everything I 
tell you is just between you and me. Got that? You and 
me. Nobody else! YOU... and ME... Are we clear on that?" 
I said it sternly making sure that I'd made my point 
that this 'intel' was "Top Secret."

"Oh, yes, of course, Ms. Abby. Anything you say." She 
replied jokingly.

"I need to take a bath. You don't mind talking while I 
soak awhile? Do you?" I asked.

"No, I'll get some wine." Gracie returned with two 
glasses of chardonnay. 

My apartment is pretty nice for a one bedroom. It kinda 
has a living room, breakfast area, kitchen combined, the 
open concept. The bathroom door is just behind the 
eating area. I know. What a stupid place for a bathroom. 
Good thing I don't entertain for a living. Anyway, you 
can leave the bathroom door open and the light from the 
cheap chandelier over the breakfast table shines right 
in. That makes it nice when you don't want a lot of 
light in the bathroom like tonight.

Gracie brought a chair over while I stripped off my 
clothes and slipped into the warm relaxing bath water. 
It felt good to let my muscles soak. As I began 
debriefing her on everything that happened, she 
shampooed my hair, which had globs of Darrin's dried cum 
in it. She didn't say a word.

She helped me out of the tub and dried my back. "Turn 
around. Go ahead, turn around. Turn... around... I want 
to see your face." Gracie planted a hand on each of my 
shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes and then asked, 
"What's this guy's name again?"

I replied, "Darrin Simon Ferris."

Still staring into my eyes, Gracie said, "Darrin" in a 
soft tone. That was followed by, "I knew it."

"Know what?" I asked.

"You're in love with this guy already. Remember the last 
time this happened! You were a fucking mess for months. 
I don't know if I could go through that again." Gracie 
scolded.

"But he's different." I replied.

"Abby, Honey, they're all different. BUT they're all cut 
from the same cloth, which means bad news for a sweet 
girl like you. Promise me you'll take things a little 
slower. OK...? I don't want you getting hurt again." She 
begged.

"Alright, for you, Gracie. I'll do it for you. You're 
like my guardian angel always looking out for me." I 
gave her a big hug then headed straight for bed. I was 
beat.

*****

The next week began a daily work ritual; a new small 
flower would appear overnight like it just sprouted out 
of my fake wooden desk. Every morning when I approached 
my desk, it began to be the first thing I looked for. It 
was never anything big and showy just a simple, delicate 
little thing so stunning. There would always be this 
noted attached. 

It said, "This 'Name of Flower' is beautiful, but it 
pales in comparison to you." There was always an 
additional card that told you all about the flower – 
where it's found, Kingdom, Division, Class, Order, 
Family, Genus and Species, all that Latin stuff. I had 
no idea there were so many different beautiful flowers 
in the world just like people. 

Here's some of the ones I received over initial couple 
weeks – Forget-me-nots, Blue Starlets, Aquilegia, 
Carnations, Velvet Daisies, just all kinds, but I loved 
the Choca Mocha Cosmos the most because it went with my 
desk d้cor so well and it had a cool name, too. Wasn't 
Darrin the sweetest?

Everyone on my floor began to look forward to seeing 
what flower I got today and they started calling me the 
'Flower Girl'. I thought that was kinda nice and it 
reflected how I'd like the world to see me – a beautiful 
in her own way, unobtrusive, unthreatening, good-
smelling person. I just wanted to make people's lives a 
little brighter like those flowers did for me. Is that 
such a bad thing?

*****

Darrin was traveling a lot with his new position and, as 
such, we only dated a few times a week, mostly weekends. 
Nevertheless, I got habitually attached to "General 
Patton" and his deep-well cum injections. Darrin was 
right. Once I got use to 'The General', there was no 
turning back. I'd never been so satisfied physically and 
emotionally by a man.

I'm sure you're wondering about "General Patton." It's 
not the WWII war hero. It's the name we came up for 
Darrin's measuring stick. Why General Patton? Here is 
some of our reasoning:

1.	He was something to be revered, hard driving, and 
famous, so you could use his name in public and people 
wouldn't know exactly what you were talking about. 
Darrin would say things like, "General Patton is 
engaging in maneuvers and is ready to attack." 

Invariably, someone would want to talk to us about 
General Patton because they'd read the Bill O'Reilly 
book. We had to read the book to keep up appearances. 
Most of the time, we simply called IT 'The General', but 
if someone asked, "Which General?" We'd used ITs whole 
name – General Patton.

2.	He never accepted defeat. One of his famous quotes 
was, "You're never beaten until you admit it." 

Although, I did get to beat "The General" regularly, but 
he would never admitted it. In fact, he would always 
defiantly spit in my face or on my tits before he 
softened up.

3.	It sounds important, but not as important as "The 
President." Besides, there's always a person called "The 
President." I didn't want to think about those old guys 
anywhere near my lady parts. It just grossed me out.

4.	He studied the classics and tried to learn from 
other's mistakes. We were working our way through the 
"Joy of Sex" book. I didn't know there were so many 
places you could stuff a cock in and on a woman's body 
and all the things your tongue could lick. 

5.	It didn't sound infantile – like womb broom, cunt 
crusher... shit like that. That's so 8th grade. Besides, 
my lady parts were the only ones that are supposed to be 
serving under 'The General'.

*****

Darrin was to be gone all week to one of his remote 
sites. I think he was doing some kind of audit. I had a 
surprise planned for his return. It was something he 
wanted badly. He even begged me for it once or twice, 
but I was sticking to my guns. When I was ready, it 
would be on my terms only – no discussion. 

Since we'd been trying so many different sexual 
positions and activities, we'd become fairly regular 
customers at the sex shop and were recognized by the two 
guys and gal that worked the counter. We never went to 
the arcade in the back.

The guys were working the counter noticed that I was 
alone and asked, "Where's your boyfriend?"

"He's out of town on business." I replied.

"Can we help you with anything?" They both had big 
smiles on their faces like either one of them had a 13" 
cock.

I wiped those smiles from their faces when I asked, "Is 
Suzy working? I'd feel more comfortable talking with her 
about this." Suzy was doing some stocking in the back 
and came out to help me with my purchase request.

They had what I wanted. I paid and as I slipped into my 
car, I looked through the store window. Suzy was 
relaying everything about my purchase to these guys. Oh 
well, at least, I wasn't as embarrassed talking to her. 
I'm sure they thought I was into some kinky shit.

*****

I had my surprise all lined out. We had schedule to me 
up at Darrin's apartment around 5 and we'd go for an 
early dinner. Darrin had traveled from the Midwest, so 
his day was going to be 26 hours.

I arrived. It felt so good kissing him and being held in 
his strong arms. I had used some new cherry scented 
shampoo. He noticed the new fragrance as he nibbled on 
my ear. I wanted to fuck him on the spot, but I needed 
to calm down and execute the plan.

On our way to the restaurant Darrin asked for my 
panties. It was something he always asked for as soon as 
we got in his car. I always obliged. I think he loves my 
scent, too. He wanted me to pull my dress up so he could 
look at me.

I said, "I really think you should have both your minds 
on the road." Although, I did slide my hem up really 
far, he was happy with that.

Once we hit that long stretch of straight road, I knew 
it'd be trouble. He dropped his hand between my legs and 
was searching for my clit. 

Damn it! I didn't need any stimulation right now. I was 
trying to keep it together for later. Fuck! He wouldn't 
stop and found it. In just a couple flicks, I was so hot 
I couldn't see straight.

I began stroking 'The General' through his slacks. There 
was a week's worth of tension there. It was like 
stroking the main spring of a just wound 'Big Ben'. Boy 
was he hard.

Darrin said, "Finger yourself for me. We've got a lot 
curves coming up. I need to keep my eye on the road." 
That had become his most recent obsession – watching me 
masturbate.

He'd sit in his living room chair and I'd be naked 
sitting on one of the kitchen chairs with my legs spread 
wide. I was very uncomfortable with doing this at first, 
until he said, "Just close your eyes and do it. Pretend 
I'm not here in the physical sense and let your fingers 
be my fingers." If he only knew how many times, I'd done 
just that since we met. 

Well, to make a long story short, I'd gotten very 
comfortable doing it for him, so comfortable, that I 
don't need to close my eyes anymore. In fact, I enjoy 
watching his expressions change as I get closer to 
orgasm and the 'The General' stands more and more at 
attention. I'd like to get a little uniform for IT. 
That'd be so cute. I'm sure Darrin would hate it.

I slipped two of my fingers into 'The General's' garage. 
I was hot. I worked them around for about a minute, 
pulled them out and stuck them in Darrin's mouth. He 
licked them clean like they were the appetizer. 

"Again more, more." Darrin demanded.

I continued feeding him my secretions until we pulled 
into the restaurant parking lot. I don't know how he 
could walk to the door. 'The General's' ego was about to 
explode. I was hot but still under control – barely.

It was a nice Greek place and we were good while there. 
It was about an hour and a half before we hit the road 
back to Darrin's apartment. Once there, I said, "I have 
a nice surprise for you, but you have to do exactly as 
you're told or it won't happen. Are you OK with that?" I 
asked.

Darrin eagerly replied, "Yeah, Abby baby, I'm all yours. 
Do to me as you will."

I handed him a blindfold saying, "You need to put this 
on."

While slipping the blindfold over his big blues, he said 
"I think I like the possibilities here already." 

I took him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom and 
began to remove his clothes very slowly. He grabbed me 
and kissed me while I was taking off his undershirt. It 
felt so exciting and I wanted to continue like that, but 
I had the plan to stick to. I pushed him away and said, 
"Do you want to continue or not? We can stop right now, 
but I'm nowhere near finished yet."

"Alright, alright, I'll try to be a good boy, but you're 
so fucking great, I have a hard time keeping my hands 
off of you." he explained.

As I slowly slid his boxers down, 'The General' was 
prepared for combat and was staring me directly in the 
eye. I took Darrin's hand and lead him to the bed and 
said, "I want you to lie on your back spread-eagle."

"Sounds, great!!! Abby, have you been reading ahead?" he 
asked.

I assume he was referring to the "Sex Book" we were 
reading together. We'd promised each other that we would 
do everything in the book at least twice – once to 
experience it and then again to see if we liked it. We 
were about half way through. I hadn't found anything 
that was totally revolting yet. "No. These are all my 
own ideas." I replied.

I took each hand and handcuffed him to that corner post. 
I tied his feet with the sheet. He was able to move but 
not a lot.

"I hope you don't have a whip. You know I trust you 
completely, don't you?" he said with a little 
apprehension in his voice. I don't think any woman had 
ever done this to him. They were too interested in 
getting fucked by his delicious big piece of meat excuse 
me – 'The General'. 

I excused myself to prep for his surprise. I left him 
squirming there for about 25 minutes. He was in agony. 
It was wonderful.

I had one of those feather boas, a bright red one. I 
dragged it over his entire body and especially The 
General's home turf. I took an ice cube and slid it over 
his nipples, first one then the other. I placed my mouth 
over one and began sucking it like he does mine. He was 
squirming and twisting around, but I didn't let up as my 
hand drift toward the southern area. 'The General' was 
standing at attention and looked like he was reviewing 
an Air Force flyover– eye to the sky.

I squirted some lube in my hand and held it there for a 
few minutes to warm it up. I didn't want 'The General' 
to go into shock when I coated him.

It was time; I grasp 'The General' at home base and 
slowly moved my hand up his impressive length. He felt 
so strong. Darrin was moaning and commenting on good 
that felt. I began to straddle him and dragged my 
nipples across his lips. His tongue flicked out as he 
tried to capture one for suckling. I slid down and 
dragged them across his nipples. I saw his get erect. 
That was too cool. 

I continued my southern excursion until my cunt was just 
south of 'The General's' location. I took him in my hand 
and squeezed him tightly as I lowered myself to his 
head. I rubbed it up and down my crack to help spread it 
all around because I knew that I'd need all the lube I 
could get. 

Darrin was sensing something and began thrusting for me. 
I ordered him, "Stop that right now or I'll quit. I'm 
running the show tonight." He did.

I found the place called "Where no cock has gone" and 
lead 'The General' to its entrance. I'd been practicing 
all week with the toys I'd purchased. I pushed down and 
felt pain, but it wasn't terrible. Darrin was thicker 
than the toys and definitely longer, so I wasn't sure 
how this was going to end up, so to speak. 

A little more pressure and the helmet made the virgin 
voyage past my sphincter. The feeling was one of 
fullness at first. Again, I pushed slowly and just kind 
of rocked back and forth on my knees. As I did that, 
'The General' burrowed deeper and deeper into 'no man's' 
land. The feeling was getting warmer and more exciting 
for me. After about 5 minutes, he was home inside me.

Darrin spoke and said, "Is what I think is happening, 
happening?"

"Darrin, I wanted a way to manifest how deep my love is 
for you and what I'll do for you. You're the only man 
who ever has been here. You know I love you, don't you?" 
I asked. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but my 
honesty had overpowered my will to play the waiting 
game. I thought he loved me.

Darrin responded, "Yes, I know you love me. It makes me 
very happy." 

As he thrust 'The General' deep into my ass, I had given 
the last of my virginity to him. I had no virginity 
left. I leaned forward and let him pump 'The General' 
into my depths until he erupted and filled me with his 
warmth. "Ms. Abby Weiss, you're the greatest to do this 
for me. You're so tight."

For better or worse, I was his to do his will – to me, 
in me, on me, for me. It was a scary feeling to be so 
committed to anyone like that, but it was too late to 
turn back.

As Darrin continued my rear assault, I whispered to 
myself, "This can't be a mistake. Oh God, please don't 
let it be a mistake. Oh, how I hope he loves me."



PART III

The next week, there were a lot of higher ups coming and 
going from Mr. Correll's office including Darrin. I 
wondered what was up. One was the lady that I'd seen at 
my coming out party. I'd met her, but I couldn't 
remember her name, so I asked Madge, "Do you know who 
that it?"

Madge replied, "Yes, that's Mary Morales. She's the 
General Consul."

I remembered now. She handles all the legal issues for 
our company and was one of the few women executives. I 
guess they got two EEO credits for her – a woman and a 
minority.

As she was leaving, she stopped at my desk saying, "Do 
you have a few minutes?"

"Of course, what can I do for you?" I replied.

"We need to discuss this in private. Is there a vacant 
office nearby?" she asked.

I took her to a windowless one, so we wouldn't be seen. 
From her tone, it sounded like this was supposed to be 
on the down low. I asked, "What's so mysterious?"

"You're dating Darrin Ferris, our new VP, right?" she 
didn't beat around the bush.

"Yes, I am. Is there some problem with that?" I queried.

"Not presently, did he have you sign anything?" she 
continued.

"Yes, it was a kind of pre-dating contract thingy." I 
replied.

"Oh, I see. This is between you and me. If you tell 
anyone I talked to you, I'll deny it. Do you 
understand?" she stated.

I was getting a little worried now. This sounded 
serious. I answered, "Yes, I can keep a secret."

"What do you think of Mr. Ferris?" she inquired.

"He's a very nice man, successful and I'm very fond of 
him. Why?" I questioned.

"He's a very young VP and it makes you wonder how he got 
to where he is so fast." she replied.

"He's good at what he does." I shot back defending him.

"Ms. Weiss, I know you're deeply involved with him and 
are looking at the situation through rose-colored 
glasses. VPs have to be ruthless and cold-hearted 
sometimes. Don't you agree?" She asked.

"I guess when company things are involved. They have to 
make hard choices sometimes." I responded.

"Darrin has done this at previous sites and I just 
wanted you to know, so you can keep your eyes open for 
any improprieties." She said.

"Done what? What kind of improprieties? I don't 
understand? What are you talking about?" I was totally 
perplexed.

"I can't tell you any more without violating company 
confidence. All I'm saying is, ''Keep your eyes open." 
And whatever you do, do NOT tell Mr. Ferris that we had 
this conversation. It'll be bad for everyone," she 
stressed strongly.

"OK? I'll keep my eyes open and my mouth shut," I 
answered, with a baffled tone.

As she was leaving, she turned and said, "Ms. Weiss, 
just remember... things won't always be 'Sunshine, 
lollipops, and rainbows everywhere' like they are now."

I was totally confused by what the subject of this 
conversation was even about. Was it about Darrin or 
something in the company? I was in fucking quandary as 
to what exactly had just happened. I was glad it was 
quitting time. I headed straight home to do some 
laundry. Since I was spending so much time at Darrin's, 
it had been piling up.

*****

I'd finished my last load of laundry and dumped it out 
on the bed to sort. Since she has a key to my apartment, 
I wasn't surprised when Gracie walked in saying, "What's 
been going on, Abby? I haven't seen you around much 
lately." 

"Not much just working and stuff." I replied.

As she started helping me with the sorting, "Stuff? What 
kind of stuff?" she asked.

Gracie can read me like a book. She knew something was 
going on. Fessing up, I said, "I've been spending time 
with Darrin."

"You know what I think about going too fast?" she 
replied, as she piled up the set of panties she'd given 
me for Christmas.

"I know. I know. It's just hard to be away from him. 
There's just something so... so... I don't what it is, 
but I love the way I feel when I'm around him. He's like 
my crack cocaine and I'm addicted to what he's 
offering." I answered.

Looking through my underwear, she said, "Where's 
Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday?" She had bought 
me a weekly set that had the days of the week on them. 
They were cute.

I turned red and answered, "Darrin likes to keep the 
ones I'm wearing after we have sex. He calls these my 
Teeny Bopper Panties."

"So he's fucking you four days a week. Is that what you 
call taking 'it' slow? You promised." she said with an 
air of disappointment in her voice.

"Gracie, you don't understand. He means the world to me. 
I've never felt this way about anyone before. I can't 
spend enough time with him and the sex is the best I've 
ever had. I can't imagine sex any better." I explained.

"So he has a 10" cock. That doesn't mean he loves you. 
That just means he fucks you really well," she rebutted.

"Well, actually, it's 13." I can't describe the 
emotional state that comes over me when we're making 
love. It's a kind of sensation of euphoric bliss; a 
warmth that radiates from my soul. I feel so complete 
when I'm with him." I replied.

"Abby, I believe your making love, but he's just fucking 
you. It's too early. Has he said he loves you?" she 
inquired.

"Well, not in those words exactly," I reluctantly 
answered.

"Well, what makes you think he loves you?" Gracie 
continued. I told her about the flowers, the clothes, 
the jewelry, the parties. 

"Well, those THINGS are nice, but what about HIM? Does 
he look longingly into your eyes, stroke your face 
delicately, hold your hand softly, kiss your lips with 
loving passion? Are you sure you're not in 'LUST' with 
him?" she asked. 

I stood there silent unable to answer her question 
truthfully. I just didn't know, but I should have known. 
I SHOULD have known. I was losing myself in Darrin's 
overwhelming personality. Maybe I was walking in 
quicksand and didn't know just how deep I was in. 

This had been a fucked up day.

*****

The next week, there was an announcement, Mr. Correll 
had left the company and I was getting a new boss. She 
was one of the best up and coming women leaders in our 
company. That was great news. Our whole department was 
ecstatic. Darrin walked by my desk and motioned for me 
to follow him. I did.

We ended up in the same windowless office where I'd 
talked with Ms. Morales. Once inside with the door 
closed, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. That 
was unexpected because he had never been physically 
demonstrative at work before.

After he had finished kissing me, I asked, "Not that I 
mind, what's up with this?"

He said, "I thought a little physical celebration was 
necessary. Don't you think your work life is going to be 
better now?"

"Well, yes. On the surface, my new boss looks like 
she'll be a great fit for us. Why?" I questioned.

"That's just one of the perks you get by being my main 
squeeze." He answered.

 "You mean you did this?" I exclaimed. "But how?"

"Let's say, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse." 
Darrin smiled, continuing he said, "But don't tell 
anyone."

My life was getting more complicated with all these 
different secrets I was being entrusted with. I was 
beginning to feel like Mata Hari. 

"Come home with me tonight. We can have a real 
celebration. Can't you tell I'm pumped about this?" he 
asked.

"Yes, I'm amazed at how happy you are that a man lost 
his job because I worked for him." I replied.

Darrin smiled as he explained, "No, you're missing the 
point. You weren't the only one that hated the little 
man. His production numbers were OK, but morale in your 
department sucks. This will go a long way in fixing 
that. It was for you, but it also was in the best 
interest of the company sorta two birds with one stone - 
a win-win scenario. Are you coming over tonight or 
what?" 

"Oh, I guess." I answered, but I was still a little 
disgusted with the whole situation.

Later in the day, Darrin called me saying, "Abby baby, 
I've got a couple more things to do here before I leave. 
Would you go to my apartment and ask the doorman to let 
you in? He already knows you're coming. I'll be there as 
soon as I can. I'll pick up some Chinese or sushi. Which 
do you want?"

"I feel like sushi," I replied.

Darrin quipped chuckling, "Really, you feel like 100% 
American Southwest to me and you know I love the 
American Southwest."

"Very funny, you're the real Henny Youngman," I 
retorted.

"Who's that?" he was totally obvious to my reference. 
I'd grow up watching old comedy shows that my parents 
made me sit through.

"Never mind. It's not funny if you have to explain it," 
I replied. "Alright, don't be too late. Call me." I 
wondered, did he just say he loved me in an off-handed 
way, or am I reading too much into this like I always 
do. I gathered my things a struck out for Darrin's 
place.

Darrin arrived about thirty minutes later. That sushi 
restaurant down the street was one of the city's best. 
After we cleaned up from dinner, we sat around talking 
and sipping some wine. Darrin patted on the sofa saying, 
"Come over here, baby, and sit by your man." 

Well, at least, he was acknowledging that I belonged to 
him and he was mine. I snuggled up next to him and we 
began to neck. His hands seemed extra eager tonight. 
They were like a bucket of worms just slithering all 
over me. I wasn't expecting that. I wanted it to go 
slower and I'd move one hand from my tit and the other 
would slip up my skirt. He was going too fast for me to 
keep up. Soon, my blouse was open, my bra undone, my 
skirt was around my waist and his hand was in my 
panties. 

His fingers found my love canal and he began finger 
fucking me. This was going fast even for Darrin. He 
pushed me down on the sofa, tore off my panties and held 
the crotch up to his nose, inhaled deeply and said, 
"Ahhhh, that's my baby. I love your scent." He ordered, 
"Get on all fours."

"The General' was out for maneuvers. Darrin put him at 
my cunt's entrance and shoved it deep into me. I was 
still dry and wasn't prepared for that yet, either 
mentally or physically. It hurt and I let out a scream.

Darrin responded, "That's right, Abby Baby, scream for 
it." 

I wasn't screaming for it. I was screaming because of 
it. He began pummeling my cunt. He wasn't gentle at all. 
He was fucking me. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair 
and pulled my head back like he was riding a Kentucky 
thoroughbred in the Derby as 'The General' was ripping 
into my cunt.

I could sense by his actions that he was getting close. 
I hoped this would be over soon because I wasn't 
enjoying this treatment. All at once, 'The General' 
disengaged from my cunt and was stabbed into my ass, 
which was definitely not ready or expecting that. I 
screamed again saying, "No, stop you're hurting me."

"No, I'm not, you're just jerking with me. It's too late 
now," he replied, as my ass was getting reamed. I felt 
Darrin's fingers pulling hard at my nipples. They were 
hurting just like the rest of me. My brain was shutting 
down trying to block out what was happening. The closer 
he got to orgasm the rougher it got. He rammed three 
fingers in my cunt just before he shot his load in my 
ass. He pulled out and towered over me as his cum 
dribbled from my ass.

I began sobbing. 

He said, "You mean, you weren't kidding. Oh, Abby Baby, 
I'm sorry. I thought you were playing hard to get and 
you wanted me to take you." He took me in his arms and 
held me close. He wiped away my tears and kissed my 
cheek as tenderly as ever, but he let me think that this 
was my fault and, of course, I believed him.

I thought to myself maybe he was on a power binge from 
everything that had happened today and this was just his 
way of releasing his tension. His conduct at work was 
reckless and definitely, not his norm. 

"I'm sorry, Darrin. I guess I should have said something 
at the beginning, but it went so fast. I'm sorry." I was 
apologizing for him raping me. At least, that's the way 
it felt to me.

*****

During the next couple weeks, our sex was back to the 
loving, fulfilling variety that I enjoyed then we got to 
page 97. It was about "two plus some." I didn't want to 
share him and I hoped he didn't want to share me. We 
began a very awkward conversation about the topic.
 
"I don't want anyone else in bed with us," I exclaimed.

Darrin seemed more open to the idea because his response 
was, "Why not? There's more of everything – hands, 
mouths, asses, cunts, whatever. I think it's your 
puritan upbringing."

That pissed me off and I shot back, "There's nothing 
wrong with my upbringing. I think you just want to fuck 
other women." I couldn't believe I said that. Although, 
I'd heard through the grapevine that Darrin had a hard 
time with just one woman on the stringer.

You know that song you hear or phrase someone says that 
immediately sends you back to a 'Happy Time' in your 
life. Well, when Darrin spoke a certain way in his 
calming, melodic voice, that's where I went. I don't 
know what it was – his cadence, tone, phrasing, 
something he learned in debate or little bit of all, but 
it sent me straight to my 'Happy Place' even if I was 
mad as hell at him. He spoke in that way and delivered 
his rebuttal.

"Whoa. Whoa! Where'd that come from? Let's just look at 
this logically. OK?" he said. "In whose image are we 
made?"

"God's," I replied.

"Who gave us sexual organs?" he questioned.

"God," I replied.

"Does God make junk or evil things?" still another 
question.

"No," I answered.

"OK, building on that. Do you think God wants us to be 
happy and use the gifts he gave us to show our 
gratefulness?" he asked.

"Yes, but..." I stammered.

"Isn't sex a good God thing? Nothing to be embarrassed 
by or afraid of, but to be enjoyed as the gift it is?"

I couldn't argue with that logic, "Yes, I guess so."

"Then wouldn't it be reasonable to think that God would 
WANT us to use our sexuality to our fullest potential 
and be a good steward of that gift, too." He probed.

"Yes, but I don't..." I was losing this one-sided 
debate.

"Let's not argue about this. Think about what we've just 
said and remember "The Grace" is always there no matter 
what – if we accept it." He calmly stated.

Darrin presented a convincing argument; I wanted to 
believe him; I wanted to please him, and I loved him so. 

Our sexuality was a God gift and nothing to be ashamed 
of. Like most things, humankind has made a beautiful 
thing disgusting, shameful and ugly because of THEIR 
insecurities and desire to put people in their place, in 
order to feel superior, by beating down another.

"I need to think about this some more." I replied. He 
kissed me then took me home.

We didn't discuss it again for over a month.

*****

A few days later, Darrin walked by my desk and motioned 
for me to follow him. We ended up in the windowless 
office again. Maybe I should move my desk in there. 
Anyway, he asked, "Did Mary Morales speak to you?"

Think before speaking my brain shouted, play dumb..., 
play dumb. "Who's Mary Morales?"

"You know. You met her at your coming out party. She's 
the company's General Consul." Darrin explained.

"Uuuuh... well, no, we haven't spoken. Why?" I'm a 
terrible liar, but I hoped I was convincing enough.

"She stopped by my office and said that I need to 
transfer you because we're involved and you're my 
employee. Mary presented a convincing legal basis for 
her opinion. She's probably right." He exclaimed.

"I don't want a transfer! I like it here. I like who I 
work with and now, I even like my new boss." I pleaded.

"Well, how about Chicago?" he asked.

"Are you going to Chicago?" I replied.

"No, I'll still be here," he answered.

"Fuck that idea. The only worse place would be Buffalo," 
I stated.

He downheartedly said, "That was the other option." 

"Shit, Shit, SHIT!! This is going to fuck up my plan. 
The only other thing I can do is transfer the whole 
department to another VP," he bemoaned.

"Why is that so bad?" I questioned.

"Alright, this is all privileged info, so don't tell 
anyone. OK?" Darrin pleaded.

One more fucking secret, I didn't need any more 
complexity in my life, right now. "Yes, of course, you 
know I won't say anything."

"OK. Since I got rid of Correll, your department's 
productivity has shot through the roof and the morale is 
the best in the company." He explained.

"So that's a bad thing?" I questioned.

"If I transfer the department, another VP will get 
credit for the groundwork I did. I was going to use this 
as a bargaining chip to garner votes and force the 
President out. He's in a weak position. He's made some 
bad decisions and the CEO has lost trust in his ability 
to lead us." He confided to me. 

Continuing, he said, "If I give this away, I'll have to 
come up with another way to get the other VPs to support 
me." He paused for a few seconds and said, "What the 
fuck! I'd be miserable if you weren't around. 'The 
General' has gotten used to having you serve under his 
direction." That sexy smile made an appearance across 
his lips.

Being polite, I responded sympathetically with the "Is 
there anything I can do to help?" I didn't really think 
I was in a position to do anything that would help a 
power play of this magnitude given my lowly status.

Darrin replied, "I don't know. I'll think about it."

Our department was transferred to the Sr. VP the next 
week and he transferred his worst performing department 
to Darrin. He got fucked in the trade. I felt bad, but 
it said that Darrin was willing to sacrifice for me. 
That's something.

*****

On weekends, Darrin and I would get in his speedster and 
just drive. He liked to go fast. It helped him relax 
from the top floor interactions. He always had me remove 
my panties and bra. I'd get seated and then he'd pull my 
skirt up to my hips. You could see my who-ha. He'd 
unbutton most, but not all the buttons on my blouse. 

It was a game he liked to play, and besides, it made him 
happy like a kid on hot August day with an ice cream 
cone. It didn't harm anyone, so I played along. Darrin 
could talk me into just about anything. It was kind of 
exciting and sexy. We always had great sex when we got 
home, if we made it that far.

Darrin thinks truckers have a hard job. They're alone 
and away from home for long stretches of time, but the 
job they do is indispensable. His Dad was a long-haul 
trucker, so they hold a special place in his psyche. 

Let's give them something to get them through the next 
leg of their trip, he would say, then he would speed up 
to pass them. Once he was even with the cab, he'd match 
their speed. The driver would invariably look down to 
see who was passing and get a good view of me. They'd 
usually toot their horn or flash their lights something 
to show their appreciation.

This particular Sunday afternoon, Darrin wanted to take 
it to the next level, but I was apprehensive. I said, 
"Darrin, I don't know. Isn't this a bit risky and 
couldn't we get arrested?"

He replied, "Technically, yes, if the trucker reports 
us, but a real man would never do that. Besides that's 
the thrill of it, the chance of being caught. Why don't 
you live for once?"

"I don't know. I'm a scared about doing it," I replied.

"Just close your eyes, feel the wind in your hair, the 
sun on your face and let me drive. C'mon, if you love 
me, you'll do this for me. You might like it." His reply 
was pure blackmail. He knew I couldn't or wouldn't 
refuse.

"OK, just this once though," I hesitantly agreed because 
I knew it wouldn't be just once.

Darrin got my clothing prepared just the way he wanted 
and off we went looking for the first trucker. We 
must've been going at least 100 mph. The drive itself 
was excitement enough for me, but Darrin caught up with 
a truck that had big car-less gaps in front and behind. 
He leaned over and kissed me and said, "OK, let's give 
him a show that he'll be talking about for years."

Darrin passed the truck slowly first. The trucker saw my 
lady parts and tooted his horn, but Darrin didn't sped 
away. He slowed back down and let the trucker get even 
with us. Darrin's hand dropped into my lap. I closed my 
eyes, spread my legs and he began fingering me. I didn't 
see any of the rest, but this is what I felt.

He slid a couple fingers deep into my snatch and I heard 
his lips smack as he licked them clean and reinserted 
them. He licked his fingers again. I felt him lift one 
of my tits out and pinched my nipple, which was already 
erect. I could feel the July sun and the wind on it. 

He took my hand and placed between my legs and said, "Do 
it for me, baby."

I began masturbating for him like I done many times 
before except I assumed the trucker was watching. I was 
especially wet. Darrin sensed my approaching orgasm. I 
felt his hand slip behind my neck and pull my head down. 
This wasn't part of the plan. He was adlibbing. 'The 
General' met my lips and took his place in my mouth. 

Darrin said, "General Patton needs relief." 

My eyes were still closed, but I knew what that meant. I 
began giving Darrin my best mouth treatment. He was 
super-hot and I knew wasn't going to last long.

"I need to cum on your face. It'll be perfect," Darrin 
moaned.

I couldn't believe I was really doing this and we were 
still going 70 mph. Using my hair as a handle, Darrin 
pulled my mouth off as 'The General' fired several 
cannon blasted directly on my face. 

He said, "Sit up and lie back!" 

With my eyes still closed, I felt Darrin smearing his 
milky seed all over my face with his fingers and then 
using them, he fed it to me. I licked them clean like a 
cat with a bowl of milk. We sped off.

While we headed back toward town, Darrin told me the 
trucker was jacking-off as I was sucking 'The General'. 
We stopped at a motel because we're both too hot to 
continue. We fucked like rabbits. I couldn't believe 
that sex with Darrin could have gotten any better, but 
this was on a totally higher fucking level. 

The thought of another man watching me do those things 
with Darrin made my lady parts salivate. I got to please 
two men at the same time. If I wasn't in love with 
Darrin before, I was after that day. He brought so much 
enjoyment, excitement, exhilaration and danger to my 
dull life. It's a thrill to be in his presence.

*****

On Tuesday of next week, Darrin stopped by my desk and 
said, "There's something you can do to make up for the 
hit I took on your department transfer."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I need you to be the hostess at my executive party. 
It's my turn to host." Darrin asked.

You see our company has a General Consul, 6 VPs, 
President and CEO as the executive committee. Each one 
was responsible for a party a month. The company-wide 
parties were – Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's. 
These execs parties were usually at their homes and 
spouses attended. They were low-key events – dinner, 
cocktails, maybe some dancing, but always fun. I got to 
see the CEO do impressions at one of them. He was pretty 
good. It made them seem more human and not just a name 
on the letterhead. The parties were a boost to teamwork 
and morale among the executive staff.

Darrin explained, "Since my apartment might be a little 
small, I was thinking a pool party. It's summer. I could 
rent a private pool and get everything else arranged. 
Your job would be to entertain the execs – bring them 
drinks, refills, make conversation, be beautiful, and 
whatever they needed to have a good time." 

"Sounds like fun. It's the least I can do for my man and 
his career." I gave him a hug. Quickly looking around to 
see if anyone was watching, no one was. I kissed him, 
too.

A few days later, Darrin called and said, "Well, 
everything is a go with the party. Stop by my office 
when you get a chance. I have something I want to show 
you. Check with my secretary to find a time that'll work 
for us."

Criminy, my sweetie had a full schedule, but there was 
something around 4:30. I arrived a little late and his 
secretary was just about to leave. She showed me in.

Once in Darrin's office, he had two packages on his 
desk. He tossed one of them to me and said, "Open it."

I ripped the wrapping off. It was a yellow bikini if it 
could be called that. I looked it over. The bottom was 
essentially butt and cunt floss. The top would barely 
cover my nipples. I could've covered more with two Band-
Aids and a cork. I said, "And where am I gonna wear 
this?"

Darrin smiled and said, "The pool party??"

"Are you fucking kidding me? There's no way I'm wearing 
this around the execs and their wives. They'd think I 
was a whore." I remarked.

"Well, it was wishful thinking on my part. Maybe you can 
wear it for me sometime. Try this one." He threw me the 
other package.

I opened it. It was a white one-piece. The legs were 
high cut, but OK. The back plunged down to my ass 
crease, but it still was fabric, not floss. I said, "I 
like this one better. It's classic white and with all 
the weekend driving we've been doing, my tan will really 
look good in this."

"Lock the door and try it on," Darrin said.

As I headed to the lock the door, I said, "OK, but no 
funny business. I know how you are when you see me 
naked."

"I'll be a good boy. I want to make sure the size is 
right for you." He replied.

I slipped out of my clothes and into this slinky suit. 
Even if I say so myself, it looked good on me. I felt 
like I had been poured into it. The fabric felt 
different to me. I had no idea what it was, but it fit 
snugly to my breast. The feel of this strange fabric 
made my nipples protrude and it hugged the rest of me 
like a wet suit. Actually, it made my tits look bigger. 
Hallelujah! 

Darrin looked me over and said, "I still have a lot of 
work to do, so you better get out here right now. If I 
look at you any longer, I can't guarantee your safety." 

I put my clothes on over the suit and went home for the 
day.

Darrin made all the other arrangements. I didn't have to 
do anything, but go with him and greet, mingle and 
entertain the executive committee and the spouses.

Saturday arrived and Darrin picked me up at 9 am. The 
guests were to arrive around 11 with lunch at noon and 
then fun after that. Once we got there, Darrin handed me 
another package. 

He said, "I think this cover-up will look really good 
with your bathing suit. You can wear it until after 
lunch. I want you to be especially nice to Bob, Jim and 
Vance. They're the swing votes."

"What do you mean be nice?" I asked.

"When you get them a drink refills, tell the bartender 
that it's for Bob, Jim or Vance. Flirt with them and 
butter them up in general. Make them feel important to 
you." He requested.

"Where are the wives going to be while all this flirting 
is going on?" I questioned.

Darrin replied, "Don't worry. I'll take care of that."

I took the cover-up out of the box and it was a lovely 
shade of blue – very shear. Darrin buttoned three 
buttons – the one at the waist and the ones above and 
below it. It came to my ankles and when I walked, it 
billowed around me like azure smoke. 

Darrin said, "When you walk around the pool, it looks 
like you're floating in a blue cloud. You're simply an 
ethereal goddess. Very sexy, I love it and I'm sure 
everyone else with notice, too."

Our guest arrived with the exceptions of the President 
and General Consul. The President had a prior engagement 
and the General Consul was at her son's soccer 
tournament. So we had the five VPs and the CEO plus 
significant others along with the bartender and a 
photographer for the event plus Darrin and I. 

Lunch was great and everyone mingled and chatted 
afterward. Darrin gave an impromptu speech thanking 
everyone for coming. He stated that since the guys would 
probably be talking business the rest of the afternoon, 
he had a surprise for the spouses. There was a Mercedes 
van outside to take them shopping the rest of the 
afternoon and then it will take you home.

Darrin said, "To make this not so painful on your 
husbands, I have a $1,000 VISA gift card for each you as 
a thank you for being my family here. It's my treat."

Then he added, "But anything over that amount, you're on 
your own." Everyone laughed and thanked Darrin 
profusely. All the wives/girlfriend took their cards and 
piled into the van. Now, it was just the CEO, five VPs, 
Darrin and me.

I saw the photographer open his camera and give Darrin 
the scan disk containing the pictures that he'd taken up 
to this point then he put a new one in. Darrin headed 
over to the CEO and began a conversation when he 
motioned for me to come over. I'd met the CEO a few 
times and he seemed to be a very nice older gentleman 
nearing 70. 

As I walked up, he said, "Abby, you look lovely this 
afternoon almost as pretty as the first time I saw you. 
Darrin had been doing an excellent job of keeping you 
under wraps because we had no idea anyone as pretty as 
you worked in any of his departments."

I blushed and replied, "Well, thank you for that lovely 
compliment, Mr. McNally."

He replied, "Stop with the formalities just call be 
Mike. You know..., you remind me of that girl on an old 
comedy show. She was blonde and perky like you. It was a 
long time ago. It was mostly skits and one-liners. What 
was the name of that show?"

I replied, "When was it on?"

Mike said, "Oh, you're too young to have ever seen this 
one. I think it was late 60's and early 70's."

Thinking a bit, I proposed, "Was it Laugh-In?"

"Yes, that was it. How in the world did you know that?" 
Mike replied in astonishment.

"My folks had the VHS tapes of the show. We watched it 
all the time," I answered.

"Well, you are one in a million." Looking Darrin's way, 
he said, "Darrin, don't let this one get away." Turning 
back to me, he asked, "What about this? She was called 
the 'Sock it to me' girl?"

"Oh, that was Goldie Hawn. She got her big break on that 
show. My dad loved her, too. She played a ditsy blonde, 
danced in a bikini and said, 'Sock it to me.' all the 
time." I had found someone that loved old time comedy 
shows.

Mike said with a sly grin on his face, "I assume you 
understood what it meant?"

"I didn't at the time, but I do now," I answered.

"When I was younger, I could have said that to you and 
been able to follow through. Now, all I can say is that 
I may not be able to 'Sock it to you', but I definitely 
could 'Lay it on you'." Mike laughed and so did I. 
Darrin had no idea what we were talking about.

Mike continued, "What about all those great comedians 
that would do cameos like Jack Benny, Bob Hope, and 
Henny Youngman."

Mike and I simultaneously replied, "Take me wife, 
please." We both busted a gut laughing and Darrin had a 
look that said, "What The Fuck?!"

Mike stretched out his hand and lightly patted my cheek 
saying, "Abby, you're a pip. I like you."

Darrin pulled me into his arms and kissed me. The CEO 
smiled. Darrin said, "Abby, would you do some posing for 
me. I've got this photographer here and it would be 
ashamed not to get some sexy photos of you in this 
bathing suit."

"I don't know. You're trying to embarrass me," I 
replied.

"No, I'm not. I'm sure all the guys would love to see 
you pose, too." He answered then he shouted to the 
group, "Hey, wouldn't you guys like to have Abby do a 
few poses?"

They answered in unison, "We'd love to see that."

I turned a bright shade of crimson even with my tan and 
stammered, "No that would be too embarrassing."

They all said that it would be a real treat saying, 
"Please, Abby, it'll be fun."

Darrin whispered in my ear in that tone, "Come on, Abby 
Baby, it'll help me get some votes." 

Again, with the blackmail, I did owe him. I wasn't sure 
that this was a good idea, but all the men had such an 
eagerness in their eyes and genuine smiles on their 
faces. They all wanted me. The CEO said, "Come on 'Sock 
it to me' girl. Let's have a few laughs."

I did enjoy showing off and being the center of their 
attention. What harm would it cause? I'd seen plenty of 
bathing suits that covered a lot less than this one did. 
I reluctantly replied, "I guess a few poses wouldn't 
hurt."

Darrin called out, "Do the 'He-Man' pose." He 
illustrated with flexed biceps up around his head. The 
photographer snapped away and the guys got their phones 
out and began taking pictures, too. "Do the 'Hulk'." 
Again, he showed me what he wanted. Pictures were being 
snapped like a big bowl of green beans. I did all the 
poses he asked and even some that the other VPs asked 
for.

Darrin put his arm around my waist and whispered in my 
ear, "I think you need a catch a few rays. Get Bob, Jim 
and Vance refills then ask them to put some lotion on 
your legs and back." I looked into his eyes and I 
realized that he really wanted this. He had the same 
look in his eyes as our speedy weekend drives. He wanted 
the other men to touch me. It was a rush and I got wet.

I retrieved some drinks for the trio and put lotion on 
the obvious places I could reach and then asked the 
group to put lotion on back and legs. Bob took one leg, 
Jim the other and Vance did my back. They used a lot of 
lotion and rubbed it in for a long time. I thanked them 
and laid on the lounge chair with my ass in the air.

After I was dripping with sweat, I flipped over and 
cooked the other side for about ten minutes. Once it got 
damp, if possible, the suit felt extra clingy. All the 
guys made several trips by my location and several even 
took pictures as I lounged in my sweat. 

Darin came by and said, "Abby, let's cool off in the 
pool." We both jumped in. The water was warm, but cooler 
than my sun baked body. Darrin nuzzled up to my ear and 
kissed it saying, "Let's take another round of pictures 
when we get out. You know how sexy a beautiful woman 
looks in a wet bathing suit."

This seemed OK to me and I said, "Sure, Honey, anything 
for you."

When I got out, I noticed that one by one the guys were 
coming closer and taking pictures with their phones. 

Darrin then said, "Let's do another round of poses." 
They all agreed. I did all the ones they asked for. 
Everyone was snapping pictures like they were the 
paparazzi and I was the hottest new celeb on the red 
carpet. Darrin came over several times and poured a 
pitcher of warm pool water over me. He said, "This is 
just to keep the hot wet look going. You look great, 
Baby."

Darrin said, "Do the 'Hulk' and squat down with your 
legs spread." Once the pose was executed, he ordered 
another, "Get one the chaise lounge all fours with your 
butt to me and look back over your shoulder with that 
sexy smile." After that one, Darrin came over, put the 
cover-up on me and said, "Do this one last favor for me. 
Go over to each of the guys and sit on each of their 
laps for one last picture."

I sat on each lap of the executive committee for a 
picture. They each slipped their arm around my waist. A 
couple had their hand at the bottom of my breast and 
most of them were hard. After that, the party broke up 
and they all headed home. 

As the execs were leaving, Darrin approached the 
photographer and retrieved the disk from the afternoon. 
In about ten minutes, we were alone. Darrin walked me 
into the ladies room, pushed me up against the wall and 
kissed me with more passion than he ever had. My suit 
was soon on the floor and 'The General' was fucking me. 

It was wonderful and exciting to be taken there by my 
man. I leaned on the counter while my fingers were 
stroking my clit; Darrin fucked my ass to new erotic 
heights. I sucked his delicious cock until 'The General' 
exploded in my mouth. His cum was dripping from my every 
orifice.

He looked at me on my knees and said, "Abby, I love 
seeing you like this – covered in my love for you, 
immersed in my essence and loving every drop of it." He 
just said he loved me in some way. Didn't he? 

He was correct in assuming that I loved being coated 
with his man juice. For some strange reason, I had the 
belief that it marked me as his property and other men 
could smell his scent on me. It protected me from their 
desires. I loved him so much. There wasn't anything I 
wouldn't do for this man.

He continued, "I think you helped me get the Presidency 
today."

*****

Darrin and I were sitting on his sofa when he said, 
"What about page 97? Have you had enough time?"

I'd thought about it, but doing that would be so against 
my family mores and my 'normal' way of thinking. 
However, I was open to his thoughts. I replied, "I'm not 
sure I want to do it."

Darrin rebutted with, "What if you didn't have to do it 
with anyone you knew? It would essentially be totally 
anonymous for you."

Maybe that was what was bothering me. The fact that 
someone I know would know this secret about me. I guess 
it was about trust, not wanting to feel vulnerable and 
the shame that I would even think about doing this. My 
Mom would have another cow. My thoughts were a 
cornucopia of random conflicting feelings both for and 
against this. My head started to hurt. I said, "I don't 
know. I really don't know."

"Well, answer me this? If it did happen, do want it to 
be with another guy or a woman?" He asked.

"Well, I think I would be more comfortable with another 
woman to start with. That is, if I even decide to try 
it." I hesitantly replied.

Darrin replied, "OK, that's a start. Did you ever think 
you'd be riding in a car letting other men see your 
private parts?"

"No, of course not," I shot back.

"Don't you find it exciting knowing that you have made 
quite a few men release billions of their sperm at the 
sight of you masturbating?" he questioned.

"Yes, it's exciting, but they can't touch me. They can 
only watch. It feels a lot safer to me," I rationalized. 

Darrin rephrased my answer, "So, you're saying that the 
anonymous part of it makes you feel safer because they 
have no idea who you are? You're just a beautiful vision 
passing and teasing them with your actions. It's OK to 
show off, but not interact." 

"Well... I guess that's right." I felt forced to answer.

"Don't you think that the true expression of love is 
that journey into the unknown taken by lovers? Both, not 
knowing the outcome, but willing to experience it 
together and deepening their spiritual connection. The 
profound abiding trust you manifest in the person you 
love and their ability to protect your love and meet 
your needs." Darrin pushed forward.

His argument sounded so convincing. I almost wished that 
there was a woman in the room with us, so we could do it 
right then while my mind was oscillating. "Yes, that 
sounds reasonable," I answered.

"You love me, don't you?" He wasn't holding back.

"Yes, you know I love you," I replied.

He asked, "Well, are we going to embark into the unknown 
together?" I knew we were lovers, but was he saying that 
he "loved" me? 

When he talked like that, I couldn't read him. I was 
being painted into a corner. I knew the answer he 
wanted. I wanted to be his soul mate, to please him in 
every way, to be everything he wanted in a woman, to be 
as important to him as HE was to me. His voice was so 
calm and strong. He knew exactly what to say to 
obliterate the little will I had mustered. 

I answered, "Darrin, please don't hurt me. Don't break 
my heart, please."

"Why would I do that to the lovely Ms. Abby Weiss? 
You've become an integral part of my life and I'm very 
fond of you," he answered.

Hearing those words, "I'm very fond of you." Maybe, if I 
did what he wanted, he would say, "I love you to the 
depths of my soul, Ms. Abby Weiss." His magic was 
working on me again. I'd gotten another fix from his 
charismatic brilliance and was bent like field wheat 
during a tornado. 

I docilely replied, "If that will make you happy, I'll 
do it." Deep in my heart, I'm sure I knew I was probably 
wrong and there would always be something else required 
to make Darrin 'happy'.

*****

The next week, Darrin told me that a friend was coming 
to spend a long weekend, Friday through Monday, and I 
needed to take those days off so we all could spend time 
together. I asked, "Who is this friend?"

Darrin replied, "She's a good friend from back east."

"Oh, really, what exactly do you mean when you say 
'good' friend – a childhood friend, a best buddy friend, 
a lover friend?" I asked.

"You'll see when she gets here. I think you'll like her. 
She's sweet like you." Darrin gave his typical 'sort of' 
answer.

I didn't like the sound of that and was a little jealous 
about my 'perceived' back east competition maybe she was 
prettier than me, sexier than me, sweeter than me, 
smarter than me, better than me. I didn't want another 
woman horning in on my territory – my man. I didn't need 
any 'real' competition because I habitually invented 
them out of thin air. It's definitely my biggest 
character flaw. 

Darrin and I took Friday and Monday off. While he picked 
up his 'good' friend from back east, I waited at his 
apartment. That was the longest three hours of my life. 
My brain was conjuring up all kinds of scenarios to my 
self-confidence's detriment. Once I get in that realm, 
there's no stopping it. It's like the 'Energizer Bunny' 
and it just keeps going and going and going.

By the time they arrived, I had worked myself into a 
fragile emotional state. As soon as they walked in, I 
knew she was one of his lover's. There was something 
about how she held his arm, the way she smiled at him 
and the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him that 
said 'I love this man.' My worst fears were being 
realized. There was real 'flesh and blood' competition, 
not just my imaginings. 

She was a beautiful long-haired brunette with a thin 
oval face, pronounced cheekbones, succulent passion pink 
lips, dazzling white teeth set in a lovely smile that 
curled up more at one corner than the other and a set of 
hazel-gray eyes that were sexually smoking. She was 
shorter than me at about 5'6," but she had bigger tits. 
I'd guess about 34Ds. If I had a cock, I would have 
wanted to fuck her. 

Darrin introduced her," Abby, this Michaela Vosstock. 
She grew up and lives in New York."

Oh, great, a sophisticated, cosmopolitan city woman, 
that's ideal competition for a girl from the Texas Hill 
Country. "It's nice to meet you. Michaela, is that how 
you pronounce it?"

"Yes, that's right, Abby, but you can call me Mikie. 
Darrin's been telling me all about you on our ride from 
the airport. You sound like a sweet girl. I can tell 
Darrin really cares about you because of all the things 
he knows about you," she answered, in a slight New York 
accent.

Darrin got us all a glass of wine and we plopped down on 
the sofa to get better acquainted. She was twenty-eight, 
only two years older than me, but by her conversation, 
much more worldly. She'd been places, seen and done more 
things than I could even imagine. 

Grass didn't grow under her feet. In a way, she was 
everything I wasn't. It was like I was talking to my 
anti-self from 'Bizarro World'. She seemed so 
adventurous that I envied her hutzpah plus she had a 
universal seductive beauty that I lacked. I didn't know 
how I could compete with her, but in spite of being my 
antagonist, I liked her.

When I'm anxious, I drink whatever's in front of me too 
fast, and before I knew it, I'd finished my fourth 
glasses of wine. I definitely wasn't feeling any pain. 
It wasn't a secret to Darrin that I get randy after a 
few drinks. 

He pulled me over to his corner of the sofa and nuzzled 
his nose in my hair as his lips found my ear. Mikie was 
sitting at the other end of the sofa just watching 
Darrin's every move.

Darrin stuck his tongue in my ear and it felt like he 
was burrowing for ear wax or gray matter. It made my 
toes curl and tickled. My cunt gushed a wave of 
excitement. He kissed my face and using his fingertips, 
he closed my eyes then kissed them. I felt his hand 
slide over my breast as his thumb pushed against my 
nipple. 

Oh, that felt so wonderful. I was drifting off to 
passion land. Darrin was potter and I was the clay to be 
molded into what he wanted. I was lost in his caress. 

His lips moved to my neck, shoulder and then my lips. We 
kissed and he playfully bit my lower lip. I ran my left 
hand through his hair pulling him deeper into my mouth. 
My right hand slid down his side to where 'The General' 
lived. My fingers outlined his silhouette as he pressed 
against those $300 slacks. 

Darrin's fingers had deftly unbuttoned several blouse 
buttons. His lips moved to my warm flesh above my bra. 
Using both my hands, I pulled him to my fleshy mounds. I 
could feel his heat against my skin. I wanted him inside 
me badly.

He unsnapped the front of my bra, but kept teasing me. 
His hand slid down my waist and came to rest between my 
thighs. I could barely feel his fingers as they slowly 
stroked up toward my now steaming cunt. 

I felt another pair of hands begin caressing my nipples. 
It was Mikie. Fuck it. I was too hot to care. I just 
wanted to feel good. She delicately rolled them between 
her fingers. Darrin had never had that light of a touch. 
Sexual energy was free flowing through every inch of my 
being. I don't think I'd ever been so hot even with 
Darrin.

My nipple got wet and there was sensuous licking and 
sucking. How could my cunt be on fire when it was 
generating so much wetness? 

The room was spinning, literally. The wine was in full 
effect. The only way I can stop that is to put a foot on 
the floor. Darrin took that opportunity to lift me up 
and tear off my panties. His lips began kissing my inner 
thigh and soon I felt his tongue slurp my slit. 

It was just like Buster use to do. When I was a horny 
teenager, I'd let our dog, Buster, lick me sometimes. I 
knew it was nasty, but Buster liked as much as I did. 
All the while, Mikie was sucking my tits like I was the 
last milk cow in the world. Her hair was draped across 
my face. I couldn't resist running my fingers through 
it. It did smell good like strawberries.

I was getting close when Darrin stopped to strip. Mikie 
continued working my tits until Darrin nestled himself 
between my legs then she stripped. If possible, she 
seemed prettier naked than clothed. Maybe it was the 
wine. She began removing the rest of my clothes. It 
wasn't long and we were all in our birthday suits. 
Darrin carried me into his bedroom and laid me down with 
my ass just on the bed. 

I didn't feel so bad when Mikie said, "Abby, you're as 
beautiful as Darrin said." 

She ran her hands over my nakedness before her mouth 
reattached itself to a nipple. I opened my eyes and saw 
that an udder delight was suspended just above my lips. 
This was my rival. If I did this for her, maybe she'd be 
open to letting me have Darrin. I knew how good it felt 
to have my tits sucked and I had always wondered what it 
would feel like to do it. Sucking a guy's nipple isn't 
the same. There's muscle behind it, but not the softness 
of a woman. The wine had diminished my inhibitions such 
that I couldn't resist and I sucked her nipple into my 
mouth. The sound of her moaning as I suckled like a baby 
was music to my ears.

Darrin stood up and positioned 'The General' for a 
penetration maneuver. I could see that his helmet was as 
wet as I was. Darrin slowly pushed into me. Given all 
that was going on, it felt stratospheric once he fully 
inside. 

Mikie reposition herself and was straddling my face. I 
was looking at her snatch. If you can believe this, it 
was a beautiful as the rest of her. She was shaven 
except for a half inch strip that started about an inch 
above her slit. She had a little ผ" mole in the crease 
of her left leg and another at the bottom of her slit on 
the right side. Her lips were a light pink and thin just 
like her face, but they looked so delicate like a rare 
blossom. Her clit was standing erect like a corporal 
waiting for 'The General'. I could see her wetness and 
she smelled like fresh warm sourdough bread. 

I saw her and Darrin kiss. He was fucking me, but 
kissing her. His hands reached for her big tits and he 
pinched her nipples hard. When he did, she lowered her 
cunt to my mouth and began rubbing it over my lips 
saying, "Lick me, Abby. Eat me."

I'd never ever thought about becoming a rug muncher much 
less done it. I did practice kissing with my middle 
school best friend, but that's the only lez thing I'd 
ever done. However, 'The General' was making me feel so 
good that euphoria and exhilaration caused me to 
respond. I buried my tongue in Mikie's artesian well. 
She tasted delicious, so fresh, sweet and juicy. I loved 
her flavor.

Darrin shouted, "This is fucking great. " As he stabbed 
'The General' into me up to his hilt and began an orgasm 
spasm in my cunt. As Darrin sucked Mikie's tongue down 
his throat, she was cumming all over my face. My tongue 
was slurping her juice like hot coffee. All the while, 
my consciousness was thinking, "Oh, how I hope this is 
what it takes to make Darrin say that he loves me."



Part – IV

When Darrin and Mikie's lips separated, she was gasping 
for air in the final throes of cumming as her cunt 
spasmodically convulsed on my tongue. Her hips were 
grinding over my lips and she muttered some orgasmic 
babble then naturally leaned forward to steady herself 
on her hands. Darrin had dislodged 'The General' from my 
cunt and as he stepped back to watch, I saw his hand 
rest on the nape of Mikie's neck.

As he lightly guided her head down, he said, "Mikie, I 
know how much you love my cum. I'm sure it's extra tasty 
mixed with Abby's." 

While her head slowly nestled between my legs, her cunt 
disengaged from my lips and I felt her tongue easily 
slip into the gaping chasm 'The General' had left 
behind. It felt like Mikie's tongue was licking the last 
of the frosting from the mixing bowl as her tongue made 
laps around my cunt walls searching for every drop of 
Darrin's cum enshrined in me. 

My head was spinning from the wine, sex and the feeling 
between my legs. What she was giving me was beyond 
euphoric. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced 
before. She was extraordinary.

Darrin approached Mikie from behind. 'The General' was 
still hard and slick with our cum. I assumed that little 
blue pill was working. 'Patton' approached her slit, 
which was glistening with my oral salivations. I had a 
worm's eye view as I scrutinized every detail of his 
approach. 

First, her lips folded in slightly with the initial 
contact. Next, they spread as more pressure was applied. 
The head disappeared inside her, followed inch by inch 
of 'The General' in his totality. This confirmed my 
suspicion that this wasn't her first time working with 
'The General'. 

Darrin grasped her waist and began a slow rhythmic 
motion initially – sliding in and out. I couldn't help 
but wonder what it looked like from this vantage point 
when 'The General' fucked me. 

Mikie's tongue was moving me closer to another rousing 
climax of unprecedented heights, but I was enthralled at 
the sight of my love's love piston, aka 'The General', 
fucking another woman. When it was buried deep inside 
her, apparently, she couldn't help but lick me faster 
and deeper. She slowed down to a more sensuous pace when 
it was extracted. I was so hot given the visual and 
physical stimulation, not to mention, the mental 
hysterics. My brain was on overload.

She was exuding her love lubricant at a tremendous rate. 
It was gushing over my face. An irresistible urge came 
over me. I had to lick it. I slurped her clit and with 
it The General's shaft. Of course, Darrin noticed 
saying, "That's it Ms. Abby Weiss. Lick us and I'll give 
you the prize."

I had to hold out. I wanted to cum, but not until the 
right time. When Darrin was 13" deep in her, I'd lick 
and suck his cum holders. They had a musky taste from 
all the energy we were expending and tasted like I 
imagined an old sexy gym sock would taste. I saw them 
begin to tense and they pulled up pulsating in his huge 
sack. I knew he was filling her with his cum and I 
wanted it. He abandoned her sheath.

My mouth clamped to her slit like lamprey to its dinner. 
I savored Darrin's seed and began emulating her tongue 
gyrations in my cunt. She sat upright and shoved three 
fingers into me as her thumb massaged my clit. A flood 
of Darrin's spunk mixed with her juice flowed from her 
like a tsunami. 

I couldn't hold back any longer and produced frenzied 
screams into the Mikie's pink abyss while trying not to 
drown and drinking the prize my love had left for me. It 
was like we were all becoming one by sharing each 
other's sexual drink. Tears of joy trickled down my 
cheeks.

Jesus Fucking Christ, waves of jubilation, ecstasy, 
warmth and serenity inundated me all at once. This 
physical and emotional flood had opened my mind. At that 
instant, I fully understood what Darrin meant by 
accepting God's gift of sexual pleasure. There was no 
wrong in basking in the glow of personal sexuality, 
where nothing imagined was perverted. 

God wants us to be sexual and enjoy one of his most 
precious gifts in every way conceivable. I had had a 
Saul-like biblical epiphany. The scales had fallen from 
my eyes and I could see clearly. This was my new 
religion. 

Instantaneously, I had become a sexual zealot where the 
only relief was to commune at the altar of Cock and Cunt 
to receive the emotional exhilaration and spiritual 
fulfillment from this sacrament that I now craved. Fuck 
what other people thought. It only mattered what I 
thought and felt.

We all collapsed in a sweaty heap with limbs intertwined 
on Darrin's bed (altar) exhausted from our experience. I 
was tired, but drank from the chalice of sexual 
fulfillment many more times that day and night.

*****

The next morning, I lay on Darrin's right and Mikie on 
his left. Both of us had snuggled into his broad manly 
chest. I could hear her breathing. She looked beatific 
to me. She had this glow. It was irresistible. I had to 
feel her skin again. It was so soft, warm and delicate 
as I caressed her.

Her eyes fluttered and a smile rose across her lips like 
the sunrise. Her hand extended as she stroked her 
fingers through my hair relocating the strands that had 
fallen over my eyes. She kissed me and I kissed her 
back. Her lips were like luscious pink rose pedals 
sparkling with dew. I wanted her.

She had other ideas and took my hand and slid it under 
the covers until it found 'The General' still asleep. 
She laid it over him like a blanket as her hand lightly 
began strumming his two friends. I saw her tongue extend 
and lick Darrin's nipple. I followed her lead and began 
doing the same with the one at my lips.

'The General' began to stir. My fingers could nearly 
fold around his thickness. I moved my index finger 
casually over his helmet. I felt him pulse in response. 
Darrin moaned as his eyes opened and said, "This is 
every man's dream to be awakened by two beautiful women 
who want to do things to him."

Mikie began kissing her way down Darrin's torso. I again 
followed her lead. I knew where she was going and by 
then I had a sensuous grip on things, so to speak. I 
pulled back the covers as we continued our lip journey 
toward the enviable destination, The General's HQ. 

When we arrived, I nestled my chin on one hip and Mikie 
did likewise on the other. I leaned The General in her 
direction offering her the first taste. Her tongue 
extended. His purple helmet sparkled with her offering. 
I did the same. We continued trading tastes as The 
General grew in stature. Her eyes couldn't hide her 
rising passion. I was feeling dampness, too.

While her tongue was wrapped around his head, I slipped 
my hand behind Mikie's and pulled her lips to mine. I 
began 'Frenching' her with 'The General' trapped between 
our wet oratory muscles. We sucked 'The General' between 
us – back and forth with tongues flicking and slurping 
his head as we explored each other's mouth. It was the 
best 'French' kiss ever.

Darrin said while moaning, "Oh, my god that feels 
delicious. I love you two and the way you're making me 
feel."

It had happened! Darrin said he loved me. Yes, I know, 
it was more an 'I love us', but still, I was included 
and it was only two, not ten. Of course, he could have 
meant that he loved what we were doing to him. No, I 
couldn't believe that's what he meant. After everything 
I had done for him, I didn't believe that's what he 
meant. He had to love me.

We continued this until The General was ready for 
battle. 

Mikie abandoned her post saying, "Abby, why don't you 
continue your tongue exercises. I'll be right back." As 
she headed toward the bathroom, I assumed she was going 
to pee.

Darrin repositioned himself with his back resting on the 
pillows up against the headboard. He said, "I get a much 
better view from here and the visual is almost as 
exciting as the stimulation." He spread his legs to 
allow me unimpeded access to The General and his aides.

I was engrossed in the task at hand (tongue) and lurched 
when I felt a long slow slurp of my slit. It was Mikie 
and that just enticed me to pick up the pace of what I 
was doing. I took The General deep into my mouth and 
swirled my tongue around his circumference. 

The fragrance of our dried secretions wafted up from 
Darrin's groin as a reminder of the previous night's 
debauchery. I tasted the amalgamation of our cunts and 
Darrin's cum that coated The General. It was a heady 
brew. 

I began a rhythmic up and down motion like an oil 
derrick pumping crude. The slurping had halted and I 
felt some pressure at my opening. I thought it was 
Mikie's fingers. No, it was something else that was 
being pressed into me. It felt so familiar, so delicious 
and so big. It felt like Darrin, The General, but that 
couldn't be he was in my mouth. I glanced over my 
shoulder and Mikie was starting to fuck me with a strap-
on.

Darrin commented, "This is a visual I've been wanting to 
see – you being fucked by another cock while sucking me. 
This is just awesome."

I had a strange feeling come over as I realized that my 
love wanted to watch me be fucked by other cocks. I 
don't know why he would want that, and I knew that they 
wouldn't satisfy me like Darrin's General. 

Our lovemaking had progressed from 'normal' he/she sex, 
to me flashing my lady parts to strangers, to me sucking 
him at 70 mph with truckers watching, to eating Mikie's 
cunt and now he loves watching me get fucked while I 
suck him. Where would this end? Is there always 
something else down the road with Darrin? Could I really 
satisfy his emotional needs? Did I still want to? 

Suddenly, these words materialized and overpowered my 
rational thoughts – Oh, yes, yes, that feels so divine. 
I didn't have time to contemplate the answers any longer 
because the fucking my cunt was getting was about to 
launch me into another dimension. It was undeniable that 
Mikie was an expert with a strap-on. 

My legs began quivering uncontrollably as my oral 
supplications continued to ravage The General with a 
greater sense of urgency. I'd never felt so sexually 
full. My mouth and cunt were overflowing with huge 
cocks. I started shrieking in ecstasy from Mikie's 
actions, but it didn't last longer because Darrin shoved 
my head down on The General. 

He moaned saying, "Oh, yeah, Abby baby, drink my cum. 
Take that cock. Swallow it all." 

Was he talking about his cock or the one in my cunt? Did 
he want me to deep throat The General or swallow his 
cum? I'd seen Mikie deep throat him the night before, 
but I'm sure she had much more practice than I. I took 
the easy route and assumed the answer was his cum.

As he filled my mouth with his orgasmic protein drink, I 
gulped it down like a camel rehydrating at a desert 
oasis. Mikie was burying her replica of The General into 
me as deep as she could. I nearly passed out when she 
grabbed my nipples and began pinching them hard. That's 
when the waves of rapid spurtive orgasms initiated the 
convulsions. They wouldn't stop. I felt like Caesar 
during an epileptic fit with The General deeply parked 
in my mouth keep me from swallowing my tongue. I saw 
stars. My eyes must have rolled into the back of my head 
as the room went black.

When I came to, Darrin and Mikie were standing over me 
as my body's twitching subsided. It was surreal site, 
Mikie with a hard on and Darrin with The General limp 
with slight indentations from my teeth. Darrin asked, 
"Abby, are you alright?" Why did that sound familiar? 
I'd heard that before.

"Yes, I'm OK that was just an explosive group of 
orgasms. I guess," I replied.

"Good. I'm glad you're OK," Darrin said continuing, 
"We've got some more things we want to do with you." 
With that comment, Darrin rolled me on my side and 
slipped the now hard General into my ass. 

He re-positioned himself on his back such that my cunt 
was open to Mikie. She began to push Her General into my 
lady parts and they began alternating movements like a 
two cylinder engine - OMG, what an indescribable 
feeling. This went on until my orgasms produced another 
blackout. They continued until every permutation of two 
cocks in all of my orifices had been performed.

I was exhausted as Darrin carried me into the bathroom 
placing me in a chair. He turned his huge multi-head 
shower on and made several adjustments. The water was 
sprinkling from the three two foot large heads and 
pulsating jets and steam from various other locations. 
It was a surround shower. When the temperature had 
reached its setpoint (100F), we all entered and soaped 
each other with the foamiest soap I'd ever used. 

The feel of my hands sliding over Darrin's and Mikie's 
flesh was so sensual, but I was too weary to take 
another trip into that sexual realm. It reminded me of 
that cuddling you do after fucking – a very gratifying 
glow of contentment. I sensed a 'closeness', no 
jealousy, to Darrin and Mike maybe I loved them both.

The water's warmth was like an equatorial rainstorm. I 
began to relax and lowered myself to the shower floor. I 
saw Darrin's hands float over Mikie's tits. She closed 
her eyes. They kissed as their hands glided over each 
other. While the rain continued, I sat underneath it and 
watched as my Darrin fucked Mikie's every orifice much 
to her satisfaction.

Maybe I could share Darrin with her. After all, she 
lived in New York and I was local. I'd get most of his 
and The General's attention. After all that had 
happened, I knew that Darrin had definitely said he love 
me and Mikie.

*****

We continued exploring and probing each other's bodies 
the rest of the long weekend. About an hour before Mikie 
had to leave for the airport, she said, "Abby, can I 
speak to you alone for a few minutes?"

"Sure, no problem." I replied and we headed into the 
bedroom were her luggage resided. I asked, "What's up?"

She took my hand and looking directly into my eyes said, 
"You love Darrin, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. I know you love him, too," I replied.

Mikie then said, "Darrin has a gift that can't be 
hoarded. I'm not just talking about the obvious, but all 
his other qualities, too. He's very special. I've 
committed myself to being everything he wants and I 
believe you feel the same way."

"I do. How long have you know Darrin?" I asked.

"It's been four years now and I've learn some things 
that you need to know, so you can bring him all the 
pleasure he deserves and needs." She answered.

Feeling a little defensive, I answered, "I think I know 
what he wants."

"I'm not trying to take him away from you. I want to 
share him with you." She reached in her suitcase and 
pulled out a red velvet sack saying, "I want you to have 
this to fill the void when Darrin isn't with you."

"What is it?" As I opened it, I realized it was a 
replica of The General complete with his aides and a 
suction cup.

"When you miss him, this will help remind you of all 
that he means to you and keep you chaise for him." She 
answered, continuing, "I haven't seen Darrin in a couple 
months, so when I do, the only way I can satisfy him is 
to keep in practice. I had these made to do that."

What a lovely gesture. My curiosity got the best of me 
as I asked. "How can you get it so far down your 
throat?" 

"That's the hardest thing to do. You have to practice 
every day and get past your gag reflex. Darrin really 
loves it when you can do that for him. He told me that 
I'm the only one who can do that for him." She replied. 
Mikie then proceeded to show and instruct me how to deep 
throat The General. I was grateful for her advice and 
vowed to learn how to do that, too.

We hugged and I knew that Mikie wasn't my adversary. 
Darrin knocked on the door. They gathered her belongings 
and headed for the airport. I knew she would suck him 
off during their drive there.

After they left, I threw my stuff in my suitcase and 
headed home.

*****

I had just unpacked my stuff when Gracie came in saying, 
"Where have you been all weekend? I wanted you to come 
with me to do some shopping."

I wasn't in the mood for another lecture on going too 
fast, so for the first time in our history, I lied to 
her saying, "I went home for a couple days."

"Really, I'm surprised you didn't say anything to me 
about it. Oh well, I hope you had a good time with your 
folks?" she said not pressing the issue.

Continuing the charade, I answered, "It was nice, but 
I'm tired from the trip. You don't mind, do you?" I knew 
she could tell I was lying and I wasn't up for her real 
assessment of my situation.

"No, no, of course. Why would I mind? My best friend 
needs some rest. The person I really care about and want 
to keep from harm needs some rest." She answered in 
sarcastic voice.

I knew I'd hurt her feelings and said, "I'm sorry, 
Gracie, but I'm just so tired right now. Maybe we can 
talk tomorrow."

Before I could stop her, she launched into this 
narrative, "You remind me of this true story. Did you 
ever think that when we went to war with Iraq, why 
didn't President Bush remember Viet Nam? He was in the 
reserves during that time. Shouldn't he have remembered 
that once you get in that mess there's no good way out?" 

"Who did he think was keeping the three Iraq factions 
that hate each other from civil war? Saddum Hussein was 
the only thing keeping Iraq together. The Kurds, Sunnis 
and Shiites were more afraid of him than each other plus 
he hated Iran, too. Bush really fucked up by taking him 
out and we lost 5,000 men to learn something we should 
have already known."

With a puzzled look on my face, "What the fuck has that 
got to do with me?" I asked.

"I'm afraid you're going to learn a hard lesson that 
you've already had. But, hey, you're tired, so I'll 
leave you to think and get your rest." Gracie said as 
she headed toward the door.

The analogy became clear. How could she say that to me? 
What I had for Darrin was different from the other 
times. I loved him and he loved me. Really, he did. I 
knew he did. He had to love me. How could he not love 
me? It couldn't be. I wouldn't believe that. I couldn't 
believe that. I didn't believe that. I'll make him love 
me. During a fitful sleep, I stewed on what Gracie had 
said all night long, so much for getting some rest.

*****

Since we had taken two days off, Darrin had a lot of 
catch up work to do and I didn't get to be with him 
until Friday night. I did use 'The Replica' several 
times during the week. It was almost as good as the 
'real' thing. He picked me up and we went to dinner. I'd 
had too much wine with dinner and I wanted to make out 
in his little red machine, but he told me to wait until 
we got back to his apartment. That didn't seem like my 
Darrin, but I acquiesced to his request like always.

We had just entered Darrin's pad when I noticed a shape 
sitting on the couch. Darrin turned to me and said, 
"This is Darius, my younger brother."

I replied, "It's nice to meet you and quite a surprise, 
too."

Darrin explained, "Darius was passing through on his way 
back to USC grad school, so I asked him to spend a 
couple days with big bro."

"What are you studying?" I questioned.

Darius replied, "Algebraic Topology, but when I finish 
my PhD, I'm going to apply to be an astronaut. It's been 
a dream of mine forever. If I get accepted, that'll be 
out of this world, literally. If not, I'll go into the 
aerospace business."

Darrin explained saying, "Darius is the 'book smart' 
one. He was always looking up at the summer stars when 
we were kids laying on a blanket in our back yard. Those 
occasions were the most formative and memorable times of 
our childhood."

Darrin made us all several Harvey Wallbangers as we 
conversed more. Mine seemed a little strong, but they 
tasted so good. 

Darius was just as good looking as my Darrin and six 
years younger. He wasn't as tall, but he seemed to be 
well-built and had the same blue eyes and blond hair. 

I could tell he was at ease with women and was probably 
a player. They were definitely from the same gene pool. 
For a fleeting instant, I wondered if he had been 
endowed with a 'General' of his own.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Darrin began to slide his hand 
up my skirt. I pushed it away, but the other one moved 
to my tit as his other hand began sliding up my leg 
again. I pushed the hand on my leg away, but the one on 
my tit began pinching my nipple. I pushed it away, but 
his hand slid up my leg again. I was being attacked on 
two fronts. The alcohol had slowed my reaction time. I 
just couldn't respond quick enough to prevent Darrin 
from stroking my passion. 

I was trying to keep it together because I didn't want 
his brother to think I was a slut. Darrin's face leaned 
in to kiss me as he pressed his weight on me. I couldn't 
move. The moment his tongue parted my lips and began 
searching for my tonsils, I lost all of my inhibitions 
and dissolved in Darrin's embrace and was his willing 
sex toy.

Once my love knew I was too hot to stop him, he stripped 
me and himself then looked at Darius and said, "Well, 
don't just sit there, bro. It takes two cocks to satisfy 
her." Darrin slipped The General into me and my juices 
began flowing like the Mississippi. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Darius tearing his 
clothes off. I was a bit disappointed that he didn't 
have another full General, but he was, at least, a 
Brigadier General about 3" shorter but thicker than 
Darrin's. It definitely must have run in their family. 
What a lucky family of men.

Darius began sucking and tonguing my nipples. He sucked 
them hard. For a second, it felt like they were going to 
pop off, but soon he settled down to a more sensuous 
pace. My Darrin was fucking me with long, slow and deep 
strokes. My cunt was providing the needed exhilaration 
to fuck both these men.

Darius straddled my chest and said, "Push your tits 
together. I want to fuck them." This is where I needed 
those Germanic D-cups, but Darius' extra thickness 
helped bridge the gap.

As his cock slid between my mounds, I felt its heat like 
a pulsating hot kielbasa. With each stroke, the tip was 
getting closer and closer to my lips. My tongue began 
searching for that first taste of him. I saw a drop of 
pre-cum glisten on his slit like a dew drop on a blade 
of grass in the morning sunlight. I craned my neck to be 
in a better position to receive what was being offered. 
He tasted so sweet.

It must have been a while since Darius had been with a 
woman because he appeared to be approaching his first 
climax quickly judging by the contortions on his face. 

Suddenly, his seeded spewed forth like a mayonnaise 
packet that had been stepped on. It was thick and hot as 
it hit my chin and streaked up to my cheek. The next 
volley shot over my head, followed by the third one that 
hit my lips and eye. I could feel its warmth as it 
slowly cascaded downward and puddled in my ear basin. 

While he was cumming on me, Darius moaned, "Oh, Andy." I 
was a little offended. Who the fuck was Andy? Was he 
gay?

Darrin chimed in with an explanation, "Andy was Darius' 
girlfriend, Andrea, before she broke it off with him."

Even with my elevated passion level, I was intrigued and 
asked, "Why?"

Darrin said, "I'll show you." as he pulled out of me and 
turned toward his brother. Darius immediately engulfed 
The General. When it was fully inserted in his mouth, he 
moaned and began heartily sucking its thickness and my 
juice from its length. Darrin came in his mouth and 
said, "Don't be greedy. Share it with her."

Darius quickly turned to me and planted a cum-filled 
kiss on my lips and his tongue spread Darrin's cum 
between us. He was a good kisser, too. It was a 
wonderful sensation. 

He then began licking up the dribbles of his orgasm off 
my face, which he also shared. Darius was the smart one, 
but it was obvious that my Darrin was the Alpha-male in 
their home.

Darius was hard again and I needed an orgasm, so I 
mounted him like the Lone Ranger's Silver. His thickness 
set me off in three strokes. Darrin took the opportunity 
to fill my mouth with The General as I gasped for air.

This round robin fucking and sucking went on all 
weekend. I especially enjoyed having one in my ass while 
the other fucked my cunt. Darius was a great fuck just 
like his brother.

*****

Monday morning I was sitting at my desk when Madge said, 
"Come over here and look at this."

She had opened an email and it had a picture of a woman, 
whose face was pixeled out, in a see-through white 
bathing suit. I asked, "Who is that?"

She said, "I don't know, but she's got a nice body. 
There are several versions going around the office. I 
love her hair. It looks a lot like yours."

"Thanks, but I wonder who sent it?" I asked again.

"I got it from Chris, but he said it came from some 
bogus email address." She replied.

I recognized the setting and that suit. They were 
pictures of me from Darrin's pool party. I waited and 
steamed until lunch to go to Darrin's office. His 
secretary showed me in. 

"What the fuck are these pictures of me going around the 
office? Plus, what's with that suit?" I demanded.

"Well, it's nice to see again so soon, too, Ms. Abby 
Weiss. I guess those got sent by one of the VPs." He 
remorselessly replied, "I can't control what they do 
with their pictures."

"What about that suit? You had to know about that!"

"Yes, I admit that I did put that over on you, but I 
knew you wouldn't do it if you knew that your suit got 
see-through once it was wet. I'm guilty of that, but not 
this. I have my pictures right here on this scan disk. 
You're a sexy woman and I love that." Darrin explained.

Another thing he loved about me, but did he love me. I 
was beginning to wonder if I was wrong. "Fuck, I just 
don't understand why you're doing this to me?" I 
questioned.

"I'm not doing anything to you. You loved every minute 
of that party. You loved being the men's center of 
attention and showing off for them. I just helped you 
show more than you expected. Besides, now I've got 
pictures of you sitting on all their laps nearly naked 
and that'll help me when the Presidential vote comes 
around." He replied in a matter of fact voice.

"So this is all about getting what you want?"

"Well, you've known that from the beginning. You even 
said that I was a man who takes what he wants and I want 
you, Ms. Abby Weiss. I want other men to be jealous of 
what I have – you." He answered.

That was one of the things I loved about him being so 
forceful and dominant, but now that he'd opened me up to 
cocks and cunts, could I turn back and abandon my hopes 
of a life with him? I didn't know what I felt at that 
moment.

Darrin rose from his desk and walked over to me. He 
tried to put his arms around me. I pulled back as my 
hand pushed against his broad chest. His strong hands 
reeled me in like a frantic fish on the hook and soon I 
was nestled in his embrace as he said, "You know I won't 
hurt you. You're the most important woman in my life. 
I'll take care of this." 

Like a parent comforts their child, he kissed the top of 
my head. My anger and fears were subsiding as he said, 
"You're a woman I could really love." He hadn't said he 
loved me, but he COULD love me. Like a concert master 
with their Stradivarius, he knew how to play me. I 
melted into his chest and his warm embrace.

*****

Darrin talked to each of the VPs and strongly expressed 
his disappointment with the publicizing of my pictures. 
After that, the picture scandal died down and Darrin 
devoted most of his free time to me. Those few weeks 
were very nice. I felt special again.

Tuesday afternoon while sitting at my desk, I got a call 
from Darrin's secretary asking me to come to his office 
after 5. I got there as she was leaving. I went into his 
office and sat at the table by the window. After waiting 
about 15 minutes, I mixed myself a rum and coke. It was 
almost six before he got there.

Darrin gave me a hug and kiss then mixed himself a 
drink. He said, "Man, those guys can talk and talk about 
nothing forever. Sorry, I was so late."

"What did you want to talk about?" I wondered.

"Well, the President vote is going to be in three months 
and I don't have all my votes committed yet. It's been 
harder than I thought especially keeping all this on the 
down low. I need your help get those swings votes to 
commit." 

"What can I do?" I asked.

Darrin answered, "Well, Bob was really taken with you at 
the pool party and would like to see more of you."

"See more of me! I think I was naked once that suit got 
wet. How much more could he see?"

"That was unfortunate wording on my part. I mean he'd 
like to take you to dinner to get to know you better," 
Darrin replied.

"Ughhh, doesn't he have a wife?"

"So?? He and his wife have an open marriage."

"Really, so he basically wants to date me? Is that what 
you're saying?" I asked.

"Yes, you could say it that way."

I asked, "Are you OK with this?" 

"Of course. You know that old saying behind every 
successful man is a supportive woman. You know how 
important this is to me. I know you won't let me down." 
Darrin replied with another blackmail statement, but 
he'd been so loving and attentive the last few weeks.

"Are you going to come with us or am I doing this solo?"

"I'd like you to go alone," he replied.

"I'm not totally comfortable with this, but if that's 
what you want and need for me to do, I'll do it for you 
because I love you, Darrin."

"Once this vote gets done, things will more settled. 
I'll be all yours, Ms. Abby Weiss."

Had he just promised himself to me after the vote?

*****

A few days later, I got a call from Bob and I 
reluctantly made dinner plans for the next day after 
work.

He had a cab pick me up in front of our building. It 
dropped me off at a little hole in wall Greek place on 
the opposite side of town. We had a pleasant 
conversation and dinner was much better than I expected. 
Bob said that the restaurant was a place he had tried 
and thought the food was better there than most of the 
food he'd had in Greece.

Bob seemed very nice. He was in his forties with black 
hair with just a little gray around his temples. Based 
on our conversation, I thought he was probably going 
through some mid-life issues with his career, marriage, 
kids and the meaning of life in general maybe he was 
trying to re-capture his youth. 

He'd said he liked being around young people because of 
their optimism and enthusiasm for life. I guess the 
responsibilities of all that he had on his plate had 
sucked that from his soul. 

My dad always said he was a lot more spontaneous, care-
free and funny until he got married and had kids. I 
guess that's what comes with being a man and having to 
take care of so many other people. You lose yourself in 
the job of being responsible because we women want 
security.

Once again because of my anxiety, I'd had too much ouzo. 
I wasn't in any condition to make sound or non-
regrettable decisions.

Bob got us a cab and we ended up at a high-rise 
apartment building. He said he stayed there during the 
week due to his unpredictable hours and to avoid the 
long drive to his country home every day. His hand was 
stroking my thigh during the ride there. I figured that 
worth the price of dinner.

His arm wrapped around my waist as he steadied me on our 
way to the elevator and then to his apartment. It wasn't 
as nice as Darrin's, but it looked comfortable. He 
kissed my neck.

I liked it and let him continue.

His hand eagerly caressed my meager B-cup. My nipple got 
hard.

He kissed my throat as his fingers unbuttoned my blouse. 
His kisses were soft and sensual. The humidity between 
my legs was increasing.

My breast sensed a coolness as it was lifted from its 
restraint and his fingers strummed my nipple like Sanata 
with his guitar. My nipple got wet and more erect as his 
tongue supplanted his fingers. I pulled him closer. I 
told myself – don't compare just enjoy.

His hand slipped between my legs and found my pleasure 
button. My hand dropped to the same location on his 
anatomy. We were feverously kissing and stroking our 
respective organs. I began undoing his belt and zipper. 
I dropped to my knees and released his lovely cock. I 
needed dessert. Given all my deep throat practice with 
Darrin, I was able to take Bob all the way. He moaned 
and pulled my head closer. I licked his nuts with his 
cock buried deep in my throat.

I laid down on his bed and told him, "Fuck my mouth." I 
didn't need to tell him more than once. I love having a 
cock sliding in and out of my mouth and deep down my 
throat. It makes me feel like Linda Lovelace. I got so 
wet when he emptied his nuts down my throat.

I stripped, sat on the edge of the bed and spread my 
legs saying, "Now, it's your turn."

He didn't hesitate. By his eagerness and ferocity, you'd 
think he hadn't eating pussy in forever. I wondered just 
how open his marriage was, but fuck it, I needed to cum. 
He was hitting the right spot. I pulled his head tightly 
into my slit and ground my cunt on his face until I got 
the orgasm I was looking for.

I got home about 3.

*****

The next day, I barely made it to work on time.

My phone rang. I answered. It was Darrin. He asked, 
"Well, how did it go?"

"I don't know if he'll vote for you for President, but I 
know he'd vote for me."

"I'm so hard right now. I love the things you do for 
me," Darrin volunteered. "How was he?" 

"Since I'm doing this for you and your career, I'm going 
to keep that information to myself. You'll just have to 
imagine," I answered.

"I need to see you tonight?" Darrin stated.

"I don't think I'll be up for it tonight. I'm barely 
functional now. I'm going to go home, take a nice hot 
bath and hit the hay," I replied.

Almost begging, he said, "Ahhhh, come on. You can stay 
at my place. We don't have to do anything. I just want 
to hold you in my arms."

"No. I need some ME time. Give me a couple days." I 
answered. That was the first time Darrin expressed a 
real need for me or my companionship maybe I was worming 
my way into his heart.

"Well, if you're going to be that way, alright then. I 
talk to you in a couple days," he answered.

*****

A few days later, Darrin came by my desk and motioned me 
into the windowless office again. I followed him after a 
couple minutes. He said, "Bob is ecstatic about you and 
wants to see you again."

"Can't he ask for himself?" I replied.

"He wanted to make sure I was OK with what happened."

"And exactly what did he say happened?" I questioned.

"He wouldn't tell me exactly except that he had a great 
time and if I wanted his vote, you'd have to see him 
again," Darrin replied.

"Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"Based on Bob's enthusiasm, I'd say yes until the vote 
is over." Darrin answered. "I really need you to do this 
for me. Please, Ms. Abby. Do it for me. Do it for us."

"And you're OK with this no matter what Bob and I are 
doing?" I asked hoping, no wishing, Darrin would say no.

"Once I'm President, things can go back to normal just 
the two of us," he responded. That wasn't the answer I'd 
hoped for.

"OK. I guess I'm in for the duration," I reluctantly 
replied. I was beginning to feel used and helpless at 
the way I was being manipulated.

Darrin then dropped another huge request. "Apparently, 
Bob talked with Jim and he wants to date you, too. I 
know you'll do this for me. Won't you Ms. Abby Weiss?"

"So let me get this straight. I'm going to be dating 
three VPs and all the things that come with that until 
after the Presidential vote in three months? And you're 
100% percent OK with that?" I asked with my most 
incredulous voice.

"Yes, if you love me, you'll do this for me. It's the 
last thing I'll ever ask you to do for me. You know I'll 
be indebted to you forever," Darrin replied. 

He pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue was working 
his magic as his hands roamed across my ass and tits. I 
felt The General rising and poking my belly. Why had 
this made Darrin so aroused? 

He had to know that I was fucking Bob and he wanted me 
to fuck Jim, too, just so he could be President. My 
brain was a whirlwind of confused thoughts, lust, 
regrets and finally resignation to the fact that if I 
wanted Darrin, I had to do this for him. I felt trapped, 
but I had enjoyed the change of pace fucking Bob 
provided maybe Jim would be equally enjoyable.

"If that'll make you happy, OK, I'll do it."

I began 'dating' Bob and Jim plus keeping Darrin 
satisfied. Bob had Tuesdays, Jim had Thursdays and 
Darrin the weekends. Each one of them began bringing 
other people on our dates.

Bob loved to have me eat his wife while he fucked me. I 
guess they did have an open marriage. They enjoyed 
taking me to glory holes and watching me deep throat all 
sizes of cocks. I could because The General was still 
the biggest. They especially savored having me suck one 
and get fucked by another. I had to be covered in cum 
before we left then we'd go to Bob's apartment and fuck 
the rest of the night. I was missing a lot of work.

Jim loved to have me suck his cock while his friend 
fucked me. Jim would cum on my face and they both would 
lick it off. Sometimes, they'd suck each other and have 
me masturbate while watching them. They got a little 
kinky with the ass fucking, but who am I to judge. I 
always left with tremendous orgasms.

*****

After a couple months of dating, I'd lost count of how 
many people I was fucking and doubts began to creep into 
my consciousness from my subconscious that maybe Darrin 
was just using me. Maybe he didn't love me after all. 
Maybe I should have taken Ms. Morales' advice and told 
her about inappropriate things that Darrin asked me to 
do, but they didn't seem inappropriate at the time. I 
thought they were just the next step in an exciting and 
adventurous relationship. I thought other people did all 
this stuff too, but I really didn't care what other 
people thought. Fuck 'em.

My life was getting too complicated with all the sexual 
partners I had. According to our sex book, I was sinking 
into the depths of the abyss of sexual fetishes – the 
one that required a greater one to take its place with 
an ever increasing need for sexual perversions to be 
satisfied. The so-called kinky wasn't enough. 

I needed them to hurt me physically to relieve my 
emotional pain – choke me until I passed out; fuck my 
cunt or ass with inanimate objects – bottles, 
vegetables, brooms, brushes, whatever. I didn't care. It 
just had to hurt. I began cutting again – first on my 
leg and then my arms. It felt good as my blood trickled 
down my extremity. I could sense the pain flowing from 
my mind, from my soul. It was a relief from the depth of 
perversion I was in.

It was if I was back in the sixth or seventh grade. That 
was the first time I practiced cutting. You know when 
you going from being a kid to becoming a woman. Your 
tits are bumps, the ones that looked like mosquito 
bites. Your face is in a constant state of breaking out. 
You get braces and can set off metal detectors at 100 
feet. 

You're too young for contacts, so you have these hideous 
pair of glasses. Your mom lets you get your first perm, 
so you look like you've been electrocuted. Your class 
picture is guaranteed to bring you embarrassment for 
years to come even into retirement, I suppose. Cutting 
was the way I relived the anguish of those years.

Darrin and I didn't talk any more. We just fucked. He 
liked to fuck me in the alley behind our building. The 
one thing that really got him off was having me suck The 
General with other people nearby. He especially loved it 
when someone saw us and watched. One time waved the guy 
over and made me suck him too. I had lost myself in 
Darrin's overwhelming aura. I didn't know what to do. I 
thought Darrin was the answer. Maybe I was wrong. My 
life was literally fucking chaos. 

*****

The week before the vote, Darrin and I were fucking in 
his bed. After I made him cum on my face, he said, 
"Abby, you've changed. You're not the bold, honest, 
genuine person you were when we first met. I don't know 
you anymore."

"No shit, Sherlock. Of course, I'm not that person. I'm 
the woman you wanted. I do everything you want. Haven't 
I done everything and I do mean everything you wanted? 
I've sacrificed myself, my being, for you. What are you 
saying?"

"I don't think this is going to work out," he replied.

"Does that mean what I think it means? Are you breaking 
up with me?? You can't? I won't let you." I bent over 
and spread my cheeks, "Do you need to fuck my ass? Do 
you need to degrade me more? Please fuck me hard. I need 
you to hurt me, rip me, tear me, shame me, but not like 
this. Shit on me. I'm not kidding. I want you to 
literally shit on me, but don't leave me, not like this. 
Don't throw me away. I'll do anything you ask. 
Anything!!" I begged hysterically.

"I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to work. You've 
lost yourself and I can't respect that." Darrin replied 
in a condescending tone.

"You're fucking joking, aren't you? You wanted me to be 
like this, to be your whore so you could pimp me out. 
I'm your Presidential whore. I'll fuck or suck anyone 
for you. You know I love you. Who do you want me to fuck 
or suck for your next vote, you motherfucker? Go ahead 
tell me, tell me, God damit. Who was your VP whore?" I 
was totally losing it.

In his calm voice, he said, "I'm going to take you home 
now and I don't want you to make a scene as we leave. 
Understand!"

By now, I was so use to Darrin giving me orders, I 
answered, "Yes, whatever you say." He took me home and 
drove off in his little red car.

*****

I looked like hell. My mascara was streaked down my face 
from the tears and cum. My hair had dried cum in it 
again. My cunt made funny noises when I walked because 
it had been stretched out from all the fucking and shit 
that had been stuff inside me. My ass was the same way. 
I couldn't even hold a fart in. There'd been too many 
big things shoved up it.

I turned on my IPod kind of loud. I started a bath using 
just hot water and left only the dining room light on. I 
retrieved the blade I'd been using to cut myself. I 
needed to relieve some pain. 

The water felt like it was boiling as my foot slipped 
in, but I didn't care. It could cook me for all it 
mattered to me. Steam vapor wafted up from its surface 
like fog off the moors. I immersed my whole body into 
its hotness including my face. I wanted it to be over.

I came up for air. I held the blade between my fingers 
and looked at it intently for at least ten minutes 
examining its every facet over and over. I remembered 
how elated I was the first time Darrin asked me to go to 
dinner with him. It was my 'dream' come true. I thought 
he was everything a man could be and maybe he was. 
Unfortunately, like always, I had been too trusting, too 
loving, too fucking gullible.

I was lost and ashamed of what I'd become – a slut. I 
knew my parents wouldn't understand, but I couldn't go 
on like this. 

There wasn't any other choice. I pressed the steel into 
my wrist and crimson rivulets began to trickle down my 
arm and drip from my elbow slowly at first. I made a 
second cut. It flowed faster. I did the same to the 
other arm. I felt relief as my bath water went from 
clear to pink then red.

I lowered my arms under the water and it flowed faster 
from the heat, I guess. I laid back and relaxed as I 
felt my problems began to flow away. The bathroom was 
becoming darker when I heard the Mumford and Sons song, 
"Believe," come on. The words of that song rang so true 
for me and pierced my broken heart. 

They began – 

I had the strangest feeling your world's not all it 
seems. 
So tired of misconceiving what else this could have 
been.
Say something; say something – something like you love 
me.

Yes, everything would have been fine if Darrin had just 
said he loved me. Oh, how I longed to hear the sentence, 
"I love you, Ms. Abby Weiss."

My life now had its full complement of complexity and 
depth, but it was much more than I could handle.

I heard a noise from the other room. I was barely able 
to roll my head toward the door. I saw a figure standing 
in the doorway backlit by the dining room light. I 
thought it was the angel of death coming to thankfully 
take me home. 

I heard, "Oh my God! Abby, what have you done?" 

It was my guardian angel, Gracie. I heard her call 911. 
She pulled my arms out of the water and wrapped towels 
tightly around them.

"Oh, Abby, stay with me. There's so much blood. Please 
stay with me." Was all she could say as she cradled me 
in her loving arms.

The paramedics arrived and took me to the hospital.

Darrin was elected President and I went home to recover. 
I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it was to be 
saved by Grace. She was my Amazing Grace. Thank God for 
His Grace.



PART V – Epilogue 

It'd been nine months since my mental meltdown and 
rescue by Grace. I'd been at my parents' home recovering 
and going to therapy in an effort to get my head 
straightened out after Darrin.

He never came by or called once to check up on me, not 
even a "Get Well Soon" card. Maybe he felt too 
embarrassed or guilty at how he'd treated me or was I 
just another casualty of ruthless corporate politics. In 
spite of that, I missed him and 'The General' like hell 
and in a sick way still loved him. I guess that just 
shows you how fucked up my thought processes were. 

I'd quit my job after my medical leave ran out, so here 
I was back in my childhood room with the same stupid 
posters and idiot things young girls put on their walls 
being taken care of by my folks. It was like going back 
in time to middle school. I felt so helpless and 
useless.

What a rousing success I was. That was hard for me 
because I wanted to be an independent woman – self-
assured, decisive, bold and making her own way. I had 
screwed up royally and nearly killed myself in the 
process. What a mistake that was. 

I'd had another epiphany – NO ONE is worth killing 
yourself over even if it seems that your world is 
falling completely apart. Life is too precious to throw 
it away. 

I'd realized THAT immediately after I'd seen the look on 
Gracie's face. She had so much concern, compassion and 
'true love' for me, not the physical kind, but 'genuine 
love' in her heart for a fellow human being who was 
suffering. Words can't express the gratitude I felt to 
her for saving me from myself. Oh, how I missed her and 
even her scoldings.

In spite of my initial melancholy, the sun came up every 
day; the stars and the moon shown at night; the flowers 
bloomed; babies were born; life went on. Every day was a 
beautiful day to be alive if I just looked around and 
OUTSIDE of myself. 

Every day, I tried hard to find something to be thankful 
for even if it was spiders. "Morning Has Broken" had 
become my theme song. I especially loved the last verse:

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.

I'd realized that every day was a new beginning, another 
chance to start over. I WAS created in God's image, so 
how could I hate myself without hating God. God doesn't 
make junk and by extension, I'm not junk.

We need people who love us as we are with all our 
freckles, faults, scars and warts that 'unconditional 
love' you hear about. It's a love that doesn't want 
anything from you, but accepts you 'as-is' just like God 
made you and doesn't consider you as someone or 
something that needs to be fixed.

My biggest mistake was trying to be Darrin's everything 
and essentially losing myself in the process. He didn't 
love me because I didn't love me either.

Darrin would always be there in my consciousness. I 
couldn't erase that, but I could learn from my 
experience. Isn't that what's life is all about? 
Learning from your missteps and mistakes as long as they 
don't kill you in the process. Although, it would 
certainly be easier if we learned from someone else's 
mistakes, but we have too much hubris to believe that 
we're that stupid. Grace had tried to warn me.

My life now had so much less complexity, but my depth of 
understand was growing exponentially. I could actually 
feel myself getting better.

I started to venture out of the house to get a cup of 
coffee at the local beanery. I loved the smell of 
freshly brewed coffee. It was cathartic to have one of 
my senses stimulated again.

At first, my excursions were few, but as I heeled and 
grew mentally stronger, they became a daily ritual. I 
even began to converse with the barista and a couple of 
the other regulars. I was gaining my self-confidence 
back and felt a part of the human race again.

I began to miss the touch of a man or a woman for that 
matter. The feeling of being held in their arms and that 
sense of tenderness, safety and security that came with 
it. That feeling that someone wanted you, even if it was 
only for tonight.

I still had 'The Replica' in my closet in a boot box on 
the upper shelf hidden behind a blanket and it provided 
me with that kind of release, but every time I used it, 
I was reminded of Darrin and what we had. My therapist 
said that wasn't good for me, contrary to what my lady 
parts said. I don't know if I could bring myself to 
throw it away, but she was probably right. She, not me, 
had the PhD.

Even with my near death experience, my conversion to 
Cock and Cunt worshipper had not diminished my need or 
desire for that sacrament. The feeling of two bodies 
embracing in the throes of sexual ecstasy together that 
culminates with that soul cleansing release of 
endorphins like a physical communion and resurrection. 

It's like in those few minutes; the only world that 
exists is between my legs, in my mouth and my 
imagination. I am the center of the universe. I missed 
that feeling most of all.

*****

My folks' home is a two-story Georgian style with four 
bedrooms. My bedroom is on the second floor, which, 
unfortunately, is adjacent to our neighbor's master 
bedroom. These developers like to cram houses too close 
together where you can spit out your window and into 
your neighbor's.

The first few months, I never left my room except for 
meals, therapy and church. Every Sunday, our Pastor's 
sermons always seemed to be about me. At least, that's 
how I felt as I squirmed in the pew. It's like she'd 
seen my soul and was talking only to me. 

She stated several times that, in order to fully receive 
God's 'Grace', we had to first forgive ourselves. Why is 
that so hard? I think it's the aversion of seemingly 
getting something for nothing and the belief that if it 
sounds too good to be true, there's gotta be a catch 
somewhere. I felt so unworthy, but truly thought that 
I'd tried to forgive myself. Maybe I was just deluding 
myself. 

I was so less na๏ve now and had become cynical about 
people in general. Darrin had definitely tainted my 
perspective on the human race. I struggled with my self-
worth and God's plan for me.

At night, I'd sit in my darkened room and listen to my 
mind hash and re-hash every detail of my life with 
Darrin trying to understand where I went wrong. It 
wasn't a good time for me and I wasn't in a good place 
either. 

During that time, I'd noticed that our neighbor's wife, 
Ashley, would get undressed every night about 9 and read 
until her husband, Bill, would come to bed around 11. 
Some nights she wore a long flannel nightgown, but 
others, she'd be in a mini-teddy nightie. I wondered if 
her and Bill fucked those nights.

My Dad is a hunter to the Nth degree. He's got all the 
stuff you need to kill anything – deer, elk, mountain 
lion, whatever. He keeps his weapons locked in a gun 
safe with the only key to it on a chain around his neck. 
I guess he didn't want me to do anything crazy if I lost 
my mind again.

He enjoys tracking animals just to see if he can find 
them especially during bow hunting season. Some 
weekends, he'll just take his camera and shoot them with 
that. At least, he tries to give them a fighting chance. 
One of the special devices he has is night vision 
goggles.

Bow hunting season had just finished and I knew Dad 
wouldn't be using those goggles for a few months, so I 
sneaked them up to my room while he and Mom were out 
shopping.

I'm not sure why I wanted watch our neighbors or what I 
would do if I saw them having sex. Maybe I wanted to see 
someone making 'love', not just fucking, to see if it 
was different from what Darrin and I'd been doing, to 
see their 'love' for each other and if it was expressed 
in another fashion besides multiple positions and a cock 
in every orifice.

It was Friday night and I'd seen Ashley's mom stop by 
and pick up the kids. They were alone in the house. If 
they were ever going to fuck, excuse me, 'make love', it 
would be tonight. I thought about going outside to watch 
them through their dining room window, just in case, 
they got going early, but I didn't want to get caught. 
That's all I'd need – to get arrested for being a 
'Peeping Jane'. I'd be in court mandated therapy 
forever.

They both came up to their bedroom about 9. They were 
laughing and had their arms around each other's waist. I 
remembered what that felt like. They didn't even close 
the door. I guess they remembered they were totally 
alone just the two of them.

They left one nightstand light on and Bill put a movie 
in the DVD player. They snuggled up on the bed to watch. 
It didn't take long for me to see that they were 
watching porn. 

After about five minutes, Ashley's hand began rubbing 
Bill's leg maybe his cock. I couldn't see everything. He 
leaned over and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and 
leaned her head to the side to allow him more access. 
Bill slurped, nibbled and kissed her neck like it was an 
'All Day Sucker'. I could tell Ashley was loving it and 
so was I.

Bill turned off the movie and Ashley turned off the 
light while I put on the goggles. My eyes quickly 
adjusted to green hue, so I don't think I missed 
anything. 

Bill began unbuttoning her blouse and was kissing his 
way to her left tit while his left hand massaged her 
right breast. He pulled her bra down as his lips 
attached to her nipple. I began stripping my clothes 
off. 

I don't know why I done that before they started. I 
think I wanted to transport myself into their bedroom 
and imagine Bill, a man, any man doing that to me. I was 
hotter than I been in months.

As Bill suckled Ashley's breast, I watched her fingers 
gently stroke Bill's manhood. He leaped from his 
position and stripped his remaining clothes off then 
returned to breast heaven. His cock was erect and ready 
for some of Ashley's teasing, which she gladly supplied.

This was wonderful – watching two people who knew each 
other's hot spots, how to activate them and make it 
last. It was a touch here, a caress there, a kiss, a 
lick and so on. 

It was like watching a choreographed ballet or maybe one 
of those fake wrestling matches, where every hold has 
been rehearsed many times over and the outcome is known 
to both participants except both would be winners in 
this match.

My fingers pinched my nipple while the other hand found 
my little bean. I wanted to close my eyes, but every 
time I did, Darrin would be there. I had to keep 
watching to let it be someone else that launched me to 
the heights. 

It took them forty minutes before they began cuddling. 
I'd cum five times already. I licked each orgasm from my 
fingers. I masturbated through several more orgasms as I 
watched them sleeping. That was the most alive I'd felt 
in months.

*****

About ten years ago, we had moved from New Braunfels to 
Duluth, a big town for Minnesota. There are seedy places 
you can go to see porn movies and interact with like-
minded people. Frankly, I was getting tired of 'The 
Replica' because I had to provide all the mental 
stimulation to make it work for me. 

I longed to feel a cock's heat as it rested on the palm 
of my hand; to feel its power as it twitched and blasted 
a stream of cum four foot across the room; to hear a 
man's anguish as he came with my touch. 

So I began my search for the right place. It took two 
weeks, but I found a 'bookstore' that was in a safe 
neighborhood where your shoes didn't stick to the floor 
when you went in the back. It was time.

It was a Tuesday around lunch. Every eye turned to look 
at me when I entered. I believe there were four men in 
there not counting the counter person. I looked at 
several magazines mostly lesbian ones. I don't know why 
maybe I was trying to throw the guys off. Once the guys 
saw what I was looking at, they went back to looking at 
their magazines and discreetly stroking themselves.

I got change for ten dollars and headed to the back 
room. It was dark like they all are, but I found a booth 
and closed the door. I started the movie. I really 
didn't care what the movie was because I was interested 
in what would be slipped through the two holes on either 
side of the enclosure once I opened the little doors.

From the light radiating through the door crack on my 
left, I knew someone would soon present themselves for 
pleasure. I lowered the little door. About 30 seconds 
later, a seven inch cock slipped through the hole. I 
lightly took hold of it. It was warm and throbbed in my 
hand as I felt it pulse for me. I pulled his foreskin 
back and using my other hand made circles around his 
head. I heard him moan with affirmation. I spit in my 
hand and used my wet fingers to caress his manhood 
flare. 

The hole was big enough that I could cradle his nuts and 
roll them between my fingers while stroking him ever 
closer to the ultimate.

He was getting close, so close. I felt his nuts began to 
pulse and then I stopped. One drop of cum dripped from 
his angry cock. 

I heard him say, "Come on, finish me. Don't leave me 
like this. Fuck, you ruined it. What an asshole."

I had no remorse for his situation. I had enjoyed the 
warm of his cock and its power right up to the moment I 
stopped. I took its power. He got what he deserved – 
nothing, blue balls. I felt in control of his emotions. 
I closed the door. That was a satisfaction I hadn't felt 
before.

I opened the door on my right and another cock appeared. 
I stroked it until it was good and hard then I slipped 
my mouth over it. It felt good in my mouth with its 
musky taste. My tongue and mouth worked their magic on 
him and I liked the feeling of him on it. I could tell 
he was getting close because he was beginning to thrust 
into my mouth and I had tasted a drop of pre-cum. Once 
again, I stopped. His cock dribbled a couple measly 
drops of cum into my cubical. I closed the door.

I heard him say, "You, motherfucker, what kind of sick 
bastard are you?"

I had taken his power, too.

I waited about twenty minutes until I knew they both had 
left. I felt so empowered by my actions. I had taken 
these men right to the edge of ecstasy and then crashed 
their desires. Like they say, "You can't always get what 
you want."

Before I left the bookstore, I bought an 8" skin-like 
dildo. I think this will be my new boyfriend. My 
'bookstore' visits became a regular weekly thing. 

I guess in some perverted way of thinking, I was getting 
back at Darrin by making every other man suffer for him. 
I know that doesn't make sense, but it made ME feel 
better.

*****

Like most regular parishioners, we have 'our' pew. It's 
not really ours, but we always sit there unless some 
visitors plop their butts in it. I noticed a guy about 
my age sitting in one of the side pews. He was kinda 
handsome, but not in the rugged sense like Darrin. Our 
eyes met and he subtly smiled at me. 

I asked Mom, "Who's that guy over there?"

"That's Kevin Anderson (a good Swedish name). His mother 
said that he moved back here after accepting an 
engineering job at 3M. Why do you ask? Are you 
interested in him?"

"No, I was just wondering. I've seen him sitting there 
the last couple of Sundays and was just wondering who he 
was," I replied.

"If you want, I can introduce you," Mom answered.

"No, no, that's not why I was asking. Just curious 
that's all," I quickly replied. I wasn't ready for 
another man in that way. Mom is always looking to set me 
up.

*****

Over the next month, I always noticed if he was in 
church. It became one of the things I surveyed 
unconsciously upon our arrival. Apparently, he had 
homesteaded that pew spot. I assumed it was because he 
was a creature of habit like me.

Fall was creeping in like a cat burglar during the 
night. The leaves were getting a little pale in 
anticipation; the squirrels were harvesting pines cones 
like crazy scurrying from one tree to the next; the 
humming birds had left for Mexico; the shadows were 
lengthening as the days got shorter. My mental psyche's 
scars had scabbed over and like the weather were 
enceinte for a change.

That Sunday, we stayed for an after service potluck. I 
talked with several of my parents friends. I returned to 
the buffet to pick up one of the homemade oatmeal raisin 
cookies. Kevin and I both reached for the last one. I 
pulled my hand back like it was a bear trap.

"Why don't you take it? I'll get one of those delicious 
peanut butter cookies," Kevin responded.

"Well, if you really don't mind, I do love these."

He presented his hand saying, "Hi, I'm Kevin Anderson."

I reluctantly took it, replying, "I'm Abby – Abby 
Weiss." Why did that exchange sound so familiar?

"Are you new here?" he asked.

"No, my family has been members for years. I've just 
been gone for a while," I answered.

"I'm glad you came back. It's my good fortune. " 

We continued our conversation for a few more minutes 
before I excused myself to get back to my parents, but I 
had found out that he was enjoying his new job and being 
back in his hometown, too. He was doing some engineering 
research on new glue prototypes. 

The next Sunday, he made sure that he said hello and 
chatted me up a few minutes before service. When I'd 
look his way during the service, he'd always smiled like 
I'd given him a gift by noticing him.

After a couple weeks of this, he approached me after 
service and asked, "I'm planning on going to see a 
movie. Would you like to come?"

It was a movie that had a lot of buzz and I was 
interested in going, but was I ready to be alone with a 
man yet? Well, it's not like he asked me to fuck him. He 
just asked me to go to a movie. I certainly wasn't doing 
anything with my life right now.

"Well, thanks for invitation, but..." 

"I heard it's a great movie and has some Oscar buzz. Are 
you sure you wouldn't like to see it? We could go to the 
matinee this afternoon." He inserted before I could say, 
"No."

An afternoon date, I hadn't had one of those since 
middle school. What would be the harm? I really wanted 
to see the movie. Kevin seemed safe plus he was cute and 
had a nice smile. 

"I guess that'll be OK," I reluctantly responded.

"Great! I'll pick you up around 2."

Mom was excited about me getting out of the house 
saying, "Abby, dear, it'll be good for you to be around 
someone your own age and who knows?"

"Mom, don't get too worked up about this. It's just a 
movie, not a date."

Kevin arrived right on time. I was wearing jeans with my 
knee-high boots, a long-sleeved cotton blouse and a 
light sweater. I deliberately tried not to gussy up for 
him – no makeup, no perfume, hair in a ponytail. It was 
just a movie not a date.

The movie was great as advertised. When we came out of 
the theater, it was freezing. I guess a cold front had 
passed through during the matinee. My sweater wasn't 
cutting it. 

Kevin took his coat off and wrapped it around my 
shoulders. He put his arm around me to keep me warmer. 
That was thoughtful of him, but I'm sure he wanted to 
fuck me. That's all men think about. 

He suggested that we grab a bite at a nearby eatery. I 
was hungry. I ordered a turkey sandwich. He got a 
burger. We talked for several hours about all kinds of 
things. Kevin was a little nerdy, but, hey, nerds are 
the ones making discoveries that change the world. 
Surprisingly, his views about a lot of things were the 
same as mine. It was invigorating to talk with someone 
again even a man.

During our conversation, I mentioned that I noticed he 
always took the same pew spot. Kevin hesitantly shared 
his reason for his location. 

He said, "Being 100% honest, I hope you don't find this 
too creepy, but I took that spot so I could see you."

I thought it was kinda sweet and especially brave since 
I could have shot him down.

He took me home and didn't even try to kiss me. I 
appreciated that; after all, it wasn't a date.

A few days later, he called me and just wanted to talk. 
We talked until it was bedtime. He'd call every few days 
to see how my days were going and tell me about what he 
was doing at work or his plans for the weekend.

After two weeks of this, he asked me out again. I said, 
"Yes."

We went to dinner. He held my hand. During dinner, he 
noticed the scars on my arms and asked, "What happened 
here?"

I knew if I answered his question truthfully, he'd 
probably run for the hills. As much as I had begun to 
enjoy his company and our conversations, he needed to 
know the real facts and I'd just have to live with the 
fallout.

In a matter-of-fact tone, I said, "About a year ago, I 
tried to kill myself." 

His face turned a ghostly shade. After a few seconds, he 
said, "I wasn't expecting that."

"I guess that kinda kills the mood, doesn't it?"

"No, I asked. It must have been a real hurtful situation 
to have felt that was your only choice."

He hadn't jumped up and ran off. His stock was rising in 
my eyes. "Yes, it was."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. 

I hadn't talked to anyone about this except my 
therapist. My folks knew it was over Darrin, but they 
tried to pretend nothing had happened. I was still their 
sweet little girl, not a cock and cunt sucking slut, and 
I would eventually be OK.

I asked, "Do you really want to know or are you just 
being polite?"

"No, I really want to know. I want to know everything 
about you."

I suggested we go somewhere quiet, so I could tell him 
the story. I think I was trying to see if he'd run after 
he knew ALL the facts. I spent a couple hours debriefing 
him on my tragedy.

He held my hand during my emotional cleansing. It was 
like picking a scab just hoping it didn't start bleeding 
again. I didn't tell him every little detail, but he got 
the idea that Darrin had used me to get what he wanted.

"Are you alright now?" He asked.

"I'm getting better. You don't ever get over something 
like that you just move on with God's help. The further 
away it is. The less it hurts."

"It sounds like your faith is strong and that'll hold 
you up."

We never made it to the movie that night. He took me 
home around midnight. He walked me to our front door and 
kissed my cheek. I knew Kevin would be history as soon 
as I went inside.

*****

Much my surprise, Kevin called a few days later.

"After our last time out, I thought I'd never hear from 
you again." 

Kevin answered, "Well, that was a lot to get my head 
around. It took longer than I wanted, but I'm not that 
easily dissuaded. Besides, you need someone like me in 
your life."

"Aren't you the confident one," I replied.

"You might say I'm a masochist, but would you like to go 
out tomorrow night?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"The planetarium is having a new star show that starts 
at 7. It's too cold to be outside star-gazing."

"OK, it's a date. See you then." 

I hung up. I was going on an 'official' date with Kevin. 
My insides had this quivering excitement. You know that 
flush that comes over you when you let someone new into 
your life. I tried to channel Gracie by saying, "Take it 
slow. Don't rush things. It's too early to go there."

One thing I can say about engineers is that they're 
punctual. Kevin arrived precisely when he said he would. 
He opened the car door for me. That was refreshingly 
different. We were at the planetarium about ten minutes 
early. Again, he opened the theater door for me. He was 
a real gentleman.

There weren't a lot of people in attendance, but that 
was fine with me. I was looking forward to the lights 
being dimmed. Kevin held my hand. My heart was beating 
fast.

The show was especially good. It was mostly Hubble 
pictures of galaxies and nebulae. They were amazingly 
beautiful. It made you wonder what else is out there and 
how pitiful our little lives and problems are in the 
grand scheme of things.

Afterword, we went back to Kevin's apartment. He must 
have spent the last two days cleaning because it didn't 
look like a bachelor pad – too neat, but maybe it was an 
engineer thing.

We had a couple glasses of wine, which I drank too fast. 
You know what that meant. Kevin took my hand and kissed 
it. His lips were warm on my skin. Our fingers 
intertwined. He kissed it again. I closed my eyes.

I felt him lean in. Our lips met. His kiss was soft and 
loving. His lips began kissing my face, neck and my ears 
as his fingers ran through my hair. I was alive again. 

I wanted him. My hand slid up his leg until I found the 
bulge in his pants. He was hard for me. I squeezed his 
throbbing manhood. I wanted him inside me. It had been 
so long.

His hand found my tit and began to give it a great 
sensual massage. I began to unbuckle his belt and pants. 

He stopped me saying, "Abby, let's not do that right 
now."

I was incredulous and blurted out, "Don't you want to 
fuck me?"

"No... I don't want to fuck you. I... want to make love 
to you." 

"Ok, whatever you call it. I want you inside me," I 
demanded.

"Abby, you're in a vulnerable state and I don't want you 
like this. I may be stupidest man on earth, but I don't 
want to be a one-night stand for you. I think you don't 
want that either."

I knew this would break him when I said, "Let me suck 
your cock. I love the taste of cum."

"Abby, you don't know how hard it is to turn down that 
request."

I grabbed his cock and said, "You're right. It really is 
hard."

He stood up and said, "I've got to take you home before 
we both regret this."

Being intentionally hurtful, I said, "Are you a virgin? 
Should I call you Tim Tebow?"

"Abby, I'm going to forgive you for that because you're 
upset, but we've got to go now."

He took me home and walked me to our front door. He 
didn't even kiss me. I knew Kevin would be history as 
soon as I went inside. I guess I'd blown it with him.

*****

It had been three weeks since our date. Kevin wouldn't 
even talk to me at church even though he still sat in 
the same pew. I'd catch him looking at me during the 
sermon.

I'd done a lot of thinking since then. My therapist said 
I was trying to sabotage myself because I was afraid of 
a 'real' relationship and this was my way of destroying 
it before it got started.

I guess I wasn't as well as I thought. I was truly sorry 
for hurting a sweet guy.

After church, Kevin walked up to me and said, "We need 
to talk."

Again, I played the game, saying, "Talk about what."

"I know you're a smart woman, so let's not play games. 
Do you want to talk about what happened or not?"

Was he giving me another chance to straighten out my 
life? "Oh, that. It would probably be OK."

We went to one of those quiet rooms at the library and 
talked for hours about what had happened and why. He was 
the one person I could really talk with. He seemed to 
understand how fucked up my mental state was and still 
was willing to be my friend in spite of that, more if 
I'd let him. I was definitely a project at that point.

We decided to be 'friends without benefits' and over the 
next six months, I felt myself becoming attached to his 
mannerisms, compassion for others, passion for life and 
sense of humor. For being a nerd, he was really funny. 
He made me laugh and I needed that too. I looked forward 
to our conversations.

I was sitting in our living room thinking about Kevin 
and something he'd said when Mom asked, "What are you 
thinking about?"

"Nothing, why do you ask?"

"You just had the sweetest smile on your face. I 
wondered what was making you so happy." She answered. 
"It's nice seeing you smile again."

*****

Kevin and I had planned a Thursday picnic at his 
parents' summer house near Lake Vermillion. We had 
finished our lunch and were sitting on a blanket 
enjoying the fresh air and a spring day. There was one 
little cloud in the sky when it began a deluge. We 
grabbed all our stuff and ran for house porch. 

I couldn't believe how much water came out of that 
little cloud. We were both soaked to the skin. It was a 
cold rain, too. I started to shiver. 

Kevin said, "Let's go inside. I'll get you a dry 
blanket."

He rummaged around a found one that he wrapped around 
me. I was still shivering and my lips were turning blue. 

He said, "You need to get out of those wet clothes."

I replied, "I'll do it if you get out of yours, too." My 
teeth began chattering.

He answered, "Ok."

I said, "Don't look.," as I stripped as fast as I could.

Once we were both snug in our blankets. I sat on the 
sofa by the fire that Kevin had started. I was still 
shivering. He slid next to me and put his arm around me 
while he rubbed his hand up and down on my arms through 
the blanket.

I felt safe with him. I laid my head on his shoulder as 
we cuddled. I was warming up in more than one way. 

He kissed my head and asked, "Is that better?"

"I think it's perfect." My eyes rolled up to look at his 
face. It was magic seeing the love in his eyes.

"I know we're supposed to be friends, but I want more 
than that. Abby, do you know how much I love you?"

"Why don't you tell me?" I answered.

"You fill my thoughts. I love that you laugh at my 
jokes. I love your high-pitched squeal. I love the way 
your eyes sparkle and the way your hair shines in the 
sunlight. I love your beauty inside. I love your heart. 
I love your good soul. I love you with the complete 
essence of my being. I love you, Abby Weiss... Is that 
good enough?"

"That'll do." 

I pulled him to my lips. His kisses touched my heart not 
just my emotions. I was back in Paris as we 'Frenched' 
to the heights of the Eiffel Tower. It was different 
this time not just lust, but love. 

Our lips moved over each other's skin as we thrashed in 
the blankets. While looking deep into my eyes, Kevin 
took my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. I 
could feel his love in that embrace.

We took it slow – a kiss here, a touch there, a light 
stroke here, a lick right there, hmmm. It felt so good. 
His warm skin on mine becoming one in love. My curves 
fit snuggly into his. We meshed like two interlocking 
pieces. We didn't fuck. We made 'love'.

*****

I've come to believe that God made us like musical notes 
– a different pitch, intensity, volume and underlying 
feeling. We're here to convey God's feelings through our 
notes in concert with others to produce wonderful, 
loving, harmonious sounds in the world.

Darrin was like the fourth note in Beethoven's 5th 
symphony – big, bold, loud, and overpowering. My note is 
like one from the 1st Movement of Beethoven's Pastoral 
symphony – soft, delicate, serene and relaxing. When we 
played our notes, his sound overpowered mine. I couldn't 
hear myself when I was around him. I thought we were 
making music together, but I couldn't hear and lost my 
place in the music.

With Kevin, our notes are in the same key and chord – no 
dissonance. We make beautiful music together. It's not 
loud and showy, but it's wonderful, heartfelt and 
soulful. 

I know he loves me with all his heart, soul and being. 
That's so reassuring. Isn't that what we're all 
searching for in life – a partner, lover, someone that 
completes our chord? Oh, how I love the heart and soul 
of this man.

END

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