Giving It to the Man

RODNEY LICKED HIS lips as he saw the car approach from the distance.
All morning in the sticky heat he’d been waiting for a victim,
and now one was finally coming his way.

The car eventually passed him and he flipped on his siren and sped
off after it from behind the hedges.

Immediately, the beat-up Oldsmobile pulled over to the side of the
road, and Rodney smiled at this, believing he had a submissive
victim, which he always considered to be the best kind.

He soon pulled up a little ways behind it, and, after checking the
plates with the dispatcher, sat back and took a deep breath. And
waited. For he wanted his victim to have enough time to get good and
scared.

Finally, he opened his door and sauntered out of the patrol car
toward the Oldsmobile, looking almost like a sheriff from some old
western.

Then, when he got to the driver’s side window of the car, he
peeked inside. And smiled when he saw he had hit the jackpot.

For the driver was a woman. And not only was she a woman, but a
pretty woman. Rodney thought she was especially pretty, even if she
were pushing 40.

He drank in her long dark hair and green eyes, and her slender tan
body—a body covered by a thin white cotton tank top and denim
shorts.

It was at this time that the woman also looked at him. She saw a
short, thickly set blond man about her age. A man grinning at her
like an idiot.

And she was not impressed.

“Is there a problem, officer?” she asked, as politely as
she could.

“You betcha,” he murmured, thinking she seemed strangely
calm. Though he told himself that she was just hiding her fear. For
they were always afraid of him. Especially women. Twenty years as a
deputy told him this. “Your license and registration,” he
ordered, reaching inside the car.

“What did I do?”

“Your license and registration,” he repeated, in a
brusque tone.

She found the items and gave them to him, and he looked through the
documents carefully. That is, he appeared to look through them
carefully. In truth, though, he didn’t care about them at all,
apart from one thing.

Her name.

Which was Candy.

A name that made his erection come to life.

“Was I speeding?” Candy asked.

“You betcha,” he replied with a smile, while handing her
back her items. “I clocked you at fifty. This is a
twenty-five-mile-an-hour zone. We’ve got a school up the ways.”

“I didn’t see a sign.”

“Oh, it’s there. Trust me.”

“So, how much is the ticket?”

“I’m afraid it’s not so simple.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you see, a few years back some drunk killed a kid not
too far from here. And so the county passed a new law requiring jail
time for any speeding violation twenty miles per hour over the limit.
And you were twenty-five over.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m afraid not. You’re facing 30 days in jail. And
a $3,000 fine. Now, please step out of the car.”

“But . . .”

“I said,” he growled, “step out of the car.”

Candy thought for a moment. She thought about all the myriad of
possible actions she could take. And then took the safest one at the
time. She reluctantly stepped out of the car. “Isn’t
there—” she mumbled.

“—Move to the front of the car, facing forward,” he
interrupted, noticing right away that she was a half-head taller than
him, something that bothered him not at all. He liked tall women. He
liked them for the same reason that, in his barfighting days, he
liked tall men. They were a challenge—a means for overcoming
his insecurity about his size.

She sighed in reply to his request, but hesitantly complied, with him
following close behind. And once she was standing in front of her
hood, he told her, “Now, interlock your fingers behind your
head.”

She did, and he slowly started searching her, beginning with her long
toned arms and then working his way down to her breasts, which he
roughly groped for a few moments before moving to her flat tummy,
which he stroked a bit more gently. Finally, his hands reached her
tiny bottom and her long muscular legs, and her groin.

It was at this moment that she thought about ending this ridiculous
charade. But she knew that that could just cause more problems. And
besides, she told herself, she needed a little fun and excitement.

“Isn’t there some way I could avoid jail, mister?”
she asked, in her best girlie voice. “Perhaps we could make
some kind of arrangement?”

In reply, he pulled her arms down behind her back and handcuffed her.
And she turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her grin.

He grinned, too. For a different reason. “You wouldn’t be
trying to bribe me now, would you?” he asked. “’Cause
that comes with a much stiffer sentence.”

“I didn’t mean money,” she told him, rolling her
eyes at his stupidity, with her head still turned from him.

“What did you mean?” he inquired coyly.

She leaned back and rubbed her behind against his body.

And he moaned. And, taking hold of her belly once again, whispered,
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Just don’t take me to jail,” she whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna take you some place much nicer. Much
nicer.”

He then grabbed her cuffed wrists and yanked her forward, toward the
patrol car.

“Where are we going?” she cried, in pretend fright.

“You’ll see,” he answered, feeling a great surge of
power running through his body. “You’ll see.”

RODNEY PARKED THE car at the end of a lonely cul-de-sac, in front of
a shabby ranch house. And then jumped out and opened the back door,
and pulled the handcuffed woman outside.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Just shut up!” he barked back, pushing her forward.

Soon, they got to the front door of the house, which was unlocked. He
opened it, and, after peeking inside, entered, dragging Candy with
him.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

He didn’t reply. He just kept dragging her. And continued doing
so until they reached a door to a bedroom, at which time he took off
her handcuffs and tossed her inside—on top of an old squeaky
bed, causing her to squeal.

He smiled at this; and, as he strode toward her, he undid his belt
and then his trousers, and finally his white boxers. And, while
standing by the foot of the bed, with his small limp member hanging
out, he barked, “Suck it, bitch!”

She looked up at him and then at her task, and almost burst out in
laughter.

“I said, suck it!” he screamed, before grabbing her by
the hair and forcing her off the bed and onto her knees, right in
front of him. “Suck it or I’ll take you to jail!”

“Oh, don’t do that,” she pleaded, with faux
distress.

“Then, suck it.”

Like in the car, she paused for a moment to think over her
possibilities. But, even though she realized at this point he wasn’t
going to be much fun, she put him in her mouth anyway.

“Yeah, that’s it!” he cried. “Suck it! Get it
nice and fucking wet for when I slam it into your pussy!”

Soon, he gripped the back of her head and started forcing himself in
and out of her mouth, mumbling over the phony gagging sounds she was
making.

“I . . . I’m gonna make you choke on it,
bitch!” he hollered.

But she was hardly choking. In fact, she almost chuckled at what he
had just said, knowing that his tiny erection couldn’t choke a
chicken.

“You fucking whore!” he continued. “You slut! I’m
gonna fuck you so hard! I’m gonna fuck you up the ass!”

Seconds later, he leaned her head against the bed, and knelt on top
of the mattress; and, with his hands tightly around her throat, began
plowing himself onto her tongue at a frantic pace, while gasping for
breath.

This went on for many minutes, and then he withdrew and stepped back,
and looked down at his hard wet manhood. A manhood that was almost as
small as when it was flaccid.

“Get up,” he told her, motioning her with his hand.

She did.

He then removed his shirt and said, “Now take your clothes off.
Slowly. All of them.”

Candy reached down and removed her white tank top, and then her bra,
revealing her small but shapely milk-white breasts, which contrasted
sharply with her tan body.

“Yeah,” he muttered while jerking himself, desperately
trying to maintain his small erection. “Nice fucking tits. I’m
gonna do everything to them. Everything!”

She then took off her denim shorts and panties, exposing a bare pair
of lips.

Which almost sent him over the top. His eyes bulged out and his hand
furiously yanked his member. “You shave that thing?” he
demanded.

She nodded.

“Holy shit!” he whimpered. “It’s gonna be
like fucking a little girl!”

Seconds later, he pointed at the bed and cried, “Lie down! I’m
gonna fuck you now! Oh, man, am I gonna fuck you!”

She stretched out on the mattress and turned her head away, so as not
to laugh in his face. And he jumped on top of her—causing the
bed to loudly squeak. And, after no struggle whatsoever, he slid
himself inside her. And forced her face toward him. “You’re
gonna look at me while I fuck you, cunt! You’re gonna look at
me!”

She looked at him, biting down on her tongue, and he smiled back.

“How does it feel to be fucked?” he yelled. “How
does it feel to be fucked by me?”

She wanted to tell him that she could barely feel anything, which was
the truth. But she just kept biting her tongue.

He soon started slamming himself into her while groping her like a
piece of meat. And did this for a long time—much longer than
Candy had expected. And she noticed that there were almost no
deviations in his movements. He just stayed in the same missionary
position and pounded her. And grunted, making sounds that were barely
audible over the squeaking bed.

And she almost yawned in reply, more than once.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. And a tall, full-figured
blonde a little older than Candy stood at the threshold in shock,
gasping while clutching her face.

She wasn’t an unattractive woman, but she was dressed shabbily
and looked tired, especially around the eyes.

Rodney turned his head toward her and sighed, and uttered, “Shit!”

“What are you doing, Rodney?” she whined.

“Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed back. “Now!”

The woman ran off and Rodney turned back to Candy and growled, “You
fucking whore! Now you’re really gonna get it.”

He then turned her over and entered her behind—something she
also barely felt.

“How does it feel to get fucked up the ass?” he cried.
“How does it feel to get fucked up the ass by me?”

Moments later, he grabbed her breasts and started bouncing onto her,
at a mad pace. “Come!” he hollered, over and over.

But he wasn’t hollering at her.

He was hollering at himself.

And he kept hollering this for almost five minutes before finally
squeezing his ooze out into her, while howling softly, “Aaahhhhhh!”

He soon added, “Shit, that was good! Shit!” And for a
little while afterward he just lay there silently on top of her, the
sweat of his body drenching hers.

Then, she finally spoke. “Am I free now?”

He didn’t answer at first. He just slowly rose and got dressed.
But, just before he left, he uttered, “Get out of here, whore.
If I see your ass in this town again, I’ll throw you in jail,
for solicitation.”

She didn’t say anything back. Or even move. Until she heard him
leave the house.

That’s when she finally burst out in laughter. And recalled how
she had thought more than once during the encounter about exacting
some revenge against this puny little man. But now, any lingering
thoughts of this flew out of her head.

He just wasn’t worth it.

Soon, she got dressed, and then walked out of both the bedroom and
the house.

It was then that Candy saw the full-figured blonde sitting on the
front stoop, with her head in her hands. And, as much as she wanted
to leave, she just couldn’t. For she felt something for this
woman, for a reason she couldn’t quite understand.

“What are you waiting for?” the woman mumbled. “Get
out!”

“It wasn’t exactly consensual,” Candy replied.
“Believe me.”

The woman spun toward Candy with teary eyes and screamed, “Get
out!”

But still Candy didn’t leave. Instead she sat by the woman and
took her into her arms.

“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman yelled, trying to
break free. “Leave.” But soon the woman quit resisting
and put her arms around Candy. And hugged her. And cried.

“That’s it,” Candy said, “just let it out.”

For a long time the women just sat there, without saying anything.
They just held each other.

Finally, the blonde was all saddened out. She released her arms from
Candy and wiped her eyes.

“You his wife?” Candy asked.

The woman nodded and offered her hand, which Candy gently shook. “My
name is Linda,” she said.

“That’s a pretty name. Mine’s Candy.”

“Is that short for Candice?”

“Nah. It’s just Candy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you see, my mom was a stripper.”

Linda giggled.

And Candy giggled back, and told her, “There you go. Isn’t
it much better to laugh?”

“I’m sorry,” Linda uttered, with a suddenly grim
face.

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry that Rodney did that to you.”

“Ah, his bark’s worse than his bite.”

“That’s Rodney, all right.”

“Tell me something, honey. I’m not the first woman he’s
done this too, am I?”

Linda shook her head.

“You, you got some tea in there?” added Candy, pointing
inside the house.

Linda nodded. And smiled.

WHILE WAITING FOR the tea to brew Candy excused herself and went to
the bathroom, to clean up a bit.

She stepped inside the tiny room and found the door to the medicine
cabinet open, and saw a bottle of Viagra staring back at her, causing
her to smile.

“So, that’s how he kept it up for so long,” she
whispered.

She also saw other pill bottles there. Bottles of anti-depressants,
tranquilizers, and a whole lot of Valium. And Candy surmised that
this was likely what Linda had been using to keep herself up for so
long.

Candy then washed up and left the bathroom, and found Linda sitting
on a couch in the living room, with a tea set in front of her on the
coffee table. And she joined the woman. And, over a cup of tea, they
told each other the basics of their lives.

But when Linda poured Candy a second cup, Candy got a little more
personal. “Why?” she asked.

“Why what?” Linda replied.

“Why do you stay with him?”

“We’ve been together a long time. Twenty years.”

“So?”

“He was different back then.”

“So?”

“So, where would I go? I mean, come on—I’m closer
to fifty than forty. And just look at me—I’m a mess. No
one would want me.”

“Lots of people would.”

“Blind people.”

“That’s not true. You’re a beautiful woman.”

“You’re just being nice.”

“I’m not. I’m not nice at all.”

Candy then leaned toward Linda and kissed her softly on the
lips—something that made Linda jump back in fright.

“I’m sorry,” Linda said, shaking her head, “but
I’m not a lesbian.”

“Me, neither,” said Candy with a smile.

“I . . . I don’t understand.”

“I don’t really like labels. They’re all so
meaningless. Gay, straight, lesbian—what does it mean? Me, I
like individuals. Individuals attract me. You attract me. Don’t
I attract you at all?”

“I . . .”

Candy once again leaned forward and kissed Linda—a tender kiss
that was soon reciprocated. And a short time later Candy started
unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, and then reached inside and
cupped the woman’s large breasts.

“I . . . I don’t know about this,” Linda
uttered.

“You don’t have to know,” Candy whispered back,
putting her lips on the exposed parts of Linda’s chest. “Just
feel.”

The two then slowly undressed each other, with their lips never
leaving one another. And, for a long time afterward, they just lay on
the couch together, kissing and caressing and whispering beautiful
thoughts.

Finally, Candy moved to her knees and, while gently fingering Linda,
cooed, “I’m gonna show you how beautiful you really are.
I’m gonna make you feel beautiful.”

And seconds later, Candy’s lips were upon the woman, causing
Linda to moan and shake.

“That feels good,” she whispered, while running her
fingers through Candy’s hair. “I don’t remember
ever feeling this good.”

“This is nothing,” Candy told her, right before putting
two fingers inside her.

“Oh, my God!” Linda yelped.

“It can be as good as with a man,” Candy added, while
moving her fingers in and out. “maybe even better.”

“Yes!”

Candy then returned her tongue while continuing to penetrate Linda
with her fingers.

“Aaggggghh!” Linda finally called out, shaking all over.
“I—I think I’m coming!”

She soon calmed down and Candy looked up at her and saw that her eyes
were no longer tired. They looked happy and young. And Candy smiled
and said, “See, you are beautiful. Right now you’re the
most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I wanna make you beautiful, too,” Linda muttered.

“We can make ourselves beautiful.”

“Yeah?”

Candy joined Linda on the couch and moved her on her side; and, as
she returned her fingers and tongue to Linda, Linda did the same to
her. Though, not having experience in such things, Linda wasn’t
nearly as adept as Candy. But it didn’t matter. Candy enjoyed
it anyway. To her, the sex was as good as any she ever had. For Linda
so wanted to please her, and this made up for everything.

“I’m gonna come soon,” Candy uttered. “I want
you to come with me.”

“Okay,” Linda babbled.

Both women then doubled their pace, and, when Candy heard Linda’s
cries, her whole body started shivering, and she exploded like never
before.

“You did it!” Candy cried.

“I did?” Linda asked hopefully.

“You made me beautiful!”

And, for the next few hours, they kept making each other beautiful,
over and over and over.

LINDA AWOKE WITH the setting sun and saw the wonderful woman snuggled
up against her.

Candy’s face was lying gently against her breasts, and it
looked almost as if she were suckling them.

And, with the back of her hand, Linda caressed Candy’s cheeks.
And smiled, feeling a love stronger than anything she ever felt
before.

Soon, Candy awoke and smiled back. And kissed Linda. And touched her,
all over.

But suddenly a dark thought entered Linda’s head. The first
such one she had had in hours. And she pulled away from Candy.

“What’s wrong?” Candy asked.

“It’s almost time,” Linda replied.

“Time for what?”

“Rodney—he’ll be back. For dinner. You better get
out of here.”

“He doesn’t frighten me.”

“He should.”

Candy shook her head and told her, “No, he shouldn’t. He
shouldn’t frighten you, either. He’s a total loser. Come,
leave with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“He’d just find me. And he’s got an awful temper.
He’d do something terrible.”

“Tell me something, Linda. Has, has he beat you before?”

Linda didn’t answer.

“Linda?” Candy asked softly, grabbing the woman’s
hands. “Has he?”

Linda nodded, tears in her eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, those lingering thoughts of revenge Candy felt
against Rodney flew back into her head.

Candy, too, had a temper. A temper far worse than his. And it was
about to be unleashed.

“How would you like it,” Candy said, “if he
couldn’t hurt you again? If you could be free of him forever?”

“You don’t mean . . .”

“No, I mean something a whole lot better.”

“What?”

Candy just smiled in reply.

RODNEY DUG INTO the thick and hearty beef stew with an uncommon
vigor.

The day’s events had left him famished, and he felt almost mad
with hunger. A hunger he never knew before. And, before long, he was
barely even chewing his food.

Now and then, though, he would glance at his wife at the opposite end
of the table, who was just staring blankly at him in front of an
empty plate. He had expected whining from her when he came home, and
was prepared for it. But he wasn’t prepared for this. And it
made him uncomfortable.

“Aren’t you eating?” he growled.

“I already ate,” she told him. “I ate all
afternoon.”

He thought this comment odd, but returned back to his food. And
suddenly noticed something about it. And said to her, “You
know, the stew tastes a little different tonight.”

“Does it?” she replied.

“Better.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

He nodded and ate even faster than before. Soon, he was just shoving
down his throat.

And then, then he started feeling a little weird. And sleepy. And
soon struggled to keep his eyes open.

But he didn’t struggle for long.

WHEN RODNEY AWOKE he saw that he was alone in the kitchen, and that
it was still dark outside.

He was feeling woozy, but tried to stand anyway.

But something stopped him.

And then he realized what. He realized that his hands were cuffed
behind the heavy kitchen chair.

He also realized that his pants were gone.

“Linda?” he screamed. “Where the fuck are you? What
have you done? Get the fuck out here, you stupid bitch!”

Linda rushed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but lingerie and a big
smile. “You called, sweetie?” she uttered.

“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” he hollered. “You
dumb fucking bitch, I’ll kill you! I’m a cop—don’t
you know I can kill anyone I want!”

Suddenly, there was laughter from nearby.

“Who’s that?” he demanded. “Show yourself?”

Moments later, Candy entered the kitchen, wearing only a bra and
panties. “Remember me?” she asked, with an even bigger
smile than what was on Linda’s face.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” he yelled, trying
to break free of the chair. “I’ll fuck you up, cunt! I’ll
fuck both of you up!”

Candy, in response, rushed up to him and slammed her fist into his
nose, breaking it.

“Shut up, bitch!” she cried. “It’s you who’s
gonna get fucked up! You!”

He cried out in pain, with blood running down his mouth and chin, and
finally onto his police shirt. “Help me!” he called out.
“Somebody help!”

Candy turned to Linda, who looked a little jittery and unsure of
herself.

But when she saw Candy nod, Linda nodded back, and picked up a roll
of thick tape from the counter top and tossed it to Candy, who then
used it to tape Rodney’s mouth shut.

“You fucking whore!” Candy screamed at him. “You
slut! I’m gonna fuck you so hard! I’m gonna fuck you up
the ass!”

Candy then smiled. And started taking off her bra—slowly, just
as she had done in the bedroom earlier that day. “I have nice
fucking tits,” she said, caressing her milk-white breasts.
“Don’t I?”

When he didn’t respond, she kneed him where it hurt the most,
causing him to squeal.

“Don’t I?” she demanded.

Again he didn’t respond. So again she kneed him. And then
yanked his hair back. And again he squealed.

“Don’t I have nice fucking tits?” she hollered.

He nodded his head, over and over.

She again smiled, and, seconds later, slowly took off her panties,
exposing her bare pair of lips. “It’s just like a little
girl’s,” she uttered in her best girlie voice, while
fingering herself. “It’s gonna be like fucking a little
girl. Only you’re gonna be the little girl!”

She then looked at him and saw tears forming in his eyes. And kneeled
down and grabbed his little limpness, and put it in her mouth. And
slobbered over it until it was hard. At which time she withdrew it.

“We put enough Viagra in that stew to keep an Elephant hung,”
she told him. “You’re gonna be hard all night for us. Not
that it would matter much with that little prick of yours.”

She then chuckled at her own remark, and impaled herself on him. And
the very moment he was inside her she forced his head toward her.
“You’re gonna look at me while I fuck you, cunt!”
she yelled. “You’re gonna look at me!”

Then, as she rode him like a horse, she turned back to Linda and
cooed, “Linda, come here please.”

Linda, who was somewhat horrified by what she saw, didn’t move.

“Please, Linda,” Candy begged, “I need you.”

Linda hesitantly walked over to her; and Candy passionately kissed
her under the watchful eyes of Rodney.

Candy also took off Linda’s lingerie, and fondled her breasts,
before returning her gaze to Rodney.

“I fucked your wife all afternoon,” she said to him. “I
cuckolded you, bitch.” She then turned to Linda, and, while
fingering her asked, “Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Linda moaned. “Oh, yes.”

“And I made you come.”

“Yes.”

“Did he ever make you come?”

“Never.”

Suddenly, Candy grabbed Rodney’s hair and told him, “See,
I’m more of a man than you are.” And, while continuing to
ride him, Candy shoved two fingers in and out of his ass, causing him
to shake and shiver in pain, with tears rolling down his face. “How
do you like being fucked up the ass?” she demanded. “How
do you like being fucked up the ass by me?”

He just moaned and groaned in reply.

Minutes later, she finally took out her fingers and jumped off him.
“I’m tired of that little dick!” she whined. “You
wanna fuck him, Linda? You wanna fuck that little prick?”

Linda didn’t answer at first, but then nodded her head.

Candy smiled back and knocked Rodney’s chair back onto the
floor, and uttered, “Good. I’m gonna try his nose. It’s
got to be bigger than his dick.”

She then took Linda’s hands and guided the woman on top of him.
And, as Linda bounced on top of Rodney’s tiny erection, Candy,
while facing Linda, sat on Rodney’s broken nose and heard him
screech in agony.

And that was before she rode him, which made him squirm and writhe
and whimper.

Candy watched this with glee, especially when she saw the blood
slowly dripping down his face.

Eventually, though, she got tired of looking at Rodney. And so she
turned to Linda, who was still riding her husband’s erection,
and the two women kissed and caressed each other for what seemed like
an eternity.

Finally, Candy broke free of their embrace and hollered, “Damn!
The little shit’s gonna make me come!”

She quickened her pace on his nose and, grabbing Linda’s
breasts, yelled, “I’m gonna fucking come on him!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Fluid then poured out of her, onto his face.

She looked down at his wetness and shook her head; and said, “You
know, that’s just not good enough.”

And so she stood up and squatted over his face, and pissed on him—in
his eyes and on his nose, and in his ears.

She smiled afterward, with contentment. And then looked at Linda, who
was still bouncing on top of Rodney.

“Let’s go,” Candy whispered, reaching out for her,
“you’ll never come over that dick.”

Linda nodded and took Candy’s hand, and they both stood up and
began to walk off.

Suddenly, though, Linda stopped. And uttered, “Wait.”

“What?” Candy asked, still holding her hand.

“Twenty years. Twenty years I’ve been married to that
asshole. And, you know what, this just doesn’t make up for
everything.”

“What do you want to do?” Candy asked, with a bit of
trepidation.

Linda turned around, and, after releasing Candy’s hand, slowly
moved toward Rodney, who cowered as best he could on the floor.

Finally, Linda stood over him. Over his face. And then, much like the
way Candy had done, she squatted.

Only she didn’t piss on his face.

Instead she clenched her face and groaned.

And shat.

And then wiped her ass on his police shirt.

“Now, we’re even,” she said to him, just as Candy
walked up to her and took her hand, and led her to her bedroom.

And, after they both got dressed and packed Linda’s things,
Candy led her out of the house for good.

Then, on the front stoop, where the two women first came together,
Candy suddenly released Linda’s hand and stepped back into the
house. And calmly walked up to Rodney, whose erection was still hard
from all the Viagra he had consumed. And she told him, “Just in
case you’re thinking of coming after Linda or me, I think it’s
only fair to warn you about something . . . me. That’s
right, me. If you ever make it back to that little police station of
yours, do a search for Candy Summers. You’ll discover what I’ve
done to those who’ve fucked with me in the past. And you’ll
realize that you got off easy tonight. Way easy.”

THE TWO WOMEN reached Linda’s car and stopped.

“Now what?” Linda asked.

“I think we go our separate ways,” Candy replied,
lowering her eyes.

“What do you mean?” Linda cried, caressing Candy’s
cheek. “I love you. Don’t you feel the same?”

Candy raised her eyes and nodded. And said, “That’s why
we have to separate.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was telling the truth back there. I’ve done bad
things, Linda. Real bad things. People are after me. The FBI. The
mob. Everyone.”

“I don’t care.”

“But I do. You could get hurt.”

“I’ve already been hurt,” Linda muttered, clenching
Candy’s hands. “I’ve been hurt all my life. Only
now with you has the hurt stopped.”

“I . . .” Candy began.

But she couldn’t finish. She couldn’t finish because
Linda kissed her, and wouldn’t stop kissing her.

And would never stop kissing her.

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To Sex a Ghost (Chapter 1)

EVERYWHERE MELISSA LOOKED that day she saw it.

Couples, holding hands and cuddling—in the park, throughout
downtown, and now on the way home.

It was then, as she walked down her tree-lined street—with the
leaves of autumn all about her—that she saw a pair of young
intertwined lovers. They were so intertwined that Melissa couldn’t
tell where one ended and the other began.

She stopped for a moment and stared at their smiling faces, and
couldn’t help think about what they would be doing later,
behind closed doors.

This thought made her shiver, and she tightened her overcoat, and
rushed off down the block.

And saw him.

Coming her way.

Professor Clayton.

Which made her stop once again. And stare at him.

The professor was just a bit under forty, but with his boyish face
and wavy blond hair he looked ten years younger. He was also tall and
well built and had a smile that always made her smile back
involuntarily.

And that’s just what he did at that moment.

“Good morning, Ms. Fellows,” he said as he stopped in
front of her, bowing his head slightly.

“Morning, Professor,” she replied, looking deeply and
warmly into his eyes.

They had known each other for almost five years but still continued
with this odd formality. A formality Melissa desperately wanted to
end, though she was too afraid to end it herself.

To her, the professor was the perfect man. Perfect physically and
emotionally and intellectually. He was her Prince Charming. The man
she’d been waiting all her 35 years for.

The two continued their polite conversation, talking about the
weather and the homecoming at the college where he taught just down
the road.

But eventually they ran out of things to say, which wasn’t
uncommon for them. And, after awkwardly staring at each other for
another few seconds, like two school kids at a dance, he bowed his
head once more and they said their goodbyes. And each walked off in
opposite directions.

Melissa was furious with herself, which wasn’t uncommon. She
wished she had the courage to reach out for what she wanted in life.
But she just didn’t. She just didn’t have it in her. And
knew she never would. And, moments later, as she quickly approached
her house, she silently cursed the professor for not having enough
courage for the both of them, even though she knew it wasn’t
his fault.

Soon she reached the steps of her home; and walked up into the big
empty townhouse her father had willed her, and ran upstairs to her
third-floor bedroom.

Then, once there, she shed her clothes while looking through her
immense video collection, where lay hundreds of videos—DVDs and
many old VHS tapes as well.

All of which were pornographic.

She looked through them carefully even though she well knew which one
she’d watch. The one she always watched whenever she ran into
the professor or thought about him.

The one she was obsessed with.

SHE FIRST SAW a clip of the movie six months earlier on a
video-sharing website called YouPorn.

It was after work one dull Tuesday evening. She came home tired and
depressed, and, after eating a bland microwave dinner, walked over to
her computer and performed her nightly ritual of scanning recent
uploads to the site.

On a good day there would be two or three videos that would titillate
her before retiring to the collection in her bedroom. On this night,
though, she saw something that would change everything.

She saw a video of an actor that looked just like the professor.

The anonymously posted clip was called “Babysitter Seduces
Dad”; and the dad not only looked like the professor but talked
somewhat like him as well. And for just a moment Melissa thought that
it might just have been him.

But she quickly tossed the idea out of her mind. After all, the
professor was a well-bred and distinguished academic at one of the
finest institutions of learning in the country.

What would he possibly be doing in a porn film?

Though, when the action in the film started, she quickly realized
that it didn’t matter if it were him or not. Because he—whoever
he was—was turning her on like she had never been turned on
before.

His character, a single dad living somewhere in suburbia, had just
returned from a bad date. Melissa could see the sadness and
loneliness and vulnerability in his eyes. And she thought this made
him incredibly attractive. She wanted to reach into the screen and
console him. And love him. And wipe the sadness and loneliness away
forever.

“So, how did it go?” asked the babysitter, a small,
girl-next-door type of blonde.

“All right, I guess.”

“Just all right?”

“Well, you know how these things go.”

“Not really.”

“You’ve never been on a date before?”

“Sure, I have. I’ve just never been on one that was only
‘all right.’ It’s always been, like, totally
awesome. For both of us.”

“Well, you’re still young.”

“You’re young still, too.”

“Nah.”

“Sure, you are. You’re as young as you feel.”

“Then, I’m an old, old man.”

“You just need someone to make you feel young again.”

“What do you mean?”

The girl reached up and caressed his chest.

But he quickly grabbed her wrist.

“This is wrong,” he stated, shaking his head.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied.

She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He tried to break free, but the harder he tried, the harder she
kissed.

Then, when he finally broke free of her, she started unbuttoning her
blouse. “I promise it won’t be just ‘all right’,”
she cooed.

“No,” he told her. But then, then he saw her small
delicate breasts, and no further words could come forth. And, when
she took off her jeans and panties, he leaned back against the wall,
clearly dizzy.

And the next thing he knew his own pants and underwear were off, and
her mouth was upon his huge erection.

Watching this on her computer, Melissa ripped down her skirt and
panties, and completely forgot all about her collection upstairs. For
hours and hours she just sat in front of the screen watching the
ten-minute clip over and over, while fingering herself at a pace
she’d never reached before. And, by the time she passed out
well after midnight, she’d completely lost track of how many
times she had come.

THE NEXT NIGHT, and every night that week, she spent her entire
evening watching the clip.

From the moment she got home she’d watch the professoresque man
plow his thick member into the girl’s pink tininess, imagining
it was her tininess he was plowing into. And then, at the climax of
the video, she’d also imagine that it was her face and breasts
he was shooting his warm muck over.

Soon, she had trouble thinking about anything else but the clip, even
during the day. She saw his erection in everything, and everywhere.

And then, at the end of the week, she had a revelation.

What if there were more? she thought. What if there were more scenes
with him?

So, she posted a comment on YouPorn, asking if anyone knew who the
actor in the clip was or the name of the film from which the clip
came.

But there were no replies to her query. Then, she tried searching for
the same clip on other porn sites. But without success.

Soon she became frantic—feeling desperate to see more of him.
And so she started posting messages on various adult forums. In these
posts she would link to the YouPorn video and beg for any
information.

At first, she had no more success than she had at YouPorn; but, after
dozens of posts and many weeks, someone finally answered.

He said that he didn’t know the name of the actor but thought
the movie was called Neighborhood of Whores.

In reply, she profusely thanked him and searched through every major
porn database on the Internet for the title. But she found nothing
about it there, or even on Google, and became even more frantic.

So, she returned to the forum and privately asked the man where she
might get a hold of a copy. He didn’t know, but told her to try
putting an ad in the classified section of the forum.

She did.

And, a few days later, got a response.

Someone was willing to sell her a copy of the DVD for $15.

She was a bit suspicious of the offer, but she was so desperate that
she sent the person the money anyway. And then waited. And waited.
And waited.

Finally, it came in the mail, on another dull Tuesday. She opened the
plain brown envelope and found a simple unmarked DVD.

Her suspicions were again aroused, and she truly believed she’d
been conned, but she put the disc in her player anyway, and hoped.
And prayed.

And, to her surprise, it was real.

The movie, which contained no actors she’d ever seen before,
was a little over an hour; and, in addition to the babysitter clip,
contained three scenes with her dream man—a guy credited as Lex
Hammond. A guy who was also completely non-existent in the porn
databases.

She loved all three scenes with him, but one she loved in particular.
One that was way better than even the babysitter clip.

One that she now watched whenever she ran into the professor or
thought about him.

AFTER UNDRESSING, MELISSA put on a light silk robe and jumped onto
her big canopy bed. And grabbed the nearby remote. And, as she hit
play, she briefly looked at herself in the mirror standing behind her
TV set.

She wasn’t a beautiful woman. But she wasn’t ugly,
either. She was normal looking. She had a pleasant freckled face and
long brown hair, with small round breasts and a belly that protruded
just a little. And she also had thin fingers, which she used at that
moment to touch herself.

And, for just a second, she felt embarrassed. She felt embarrassed
that this was the way she spent her evenings. She felt embarrassed
that she didn’t have a real man to do all the things the man in
the video did. She felt embarrassed that she didn’t have the
professor himself instead of this imitation.

But her embarrassment didn’t last long. And she returned her
gaze to the monitor just as the professor-like gentleman crossed a
suburban street, toward a house, carrying a plain brown envelope.

He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. And moments later,
a woman opened it.

She didn’t look exactly like Melissa, but she was about the
same height, with roughly the same color hair, and had a similar
build. And was perhaps only a few years older.

“Oh, hello, Brad,” the woman on screen said—words
which were echoed by Melissa, who knew the scene so well and was so
absorbed by it that she said all the woman’s lines along with
her.

“Hello,” Brad replied, with a polite smile.

“How was Jane last night?”

“Excuse me?” he uttered, in a bit of shock.

“Jane. Didn’t she babysit for you last night?”

“Oh, yes. She was fine. Better than fine. You’ve raised a
lovely daughter.”

“Thank you.”

He then handed her the envelope and said, “Here’s your
tax returns.”

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting them for another week.”

“Yeah, well, last night I had a sudden burst of unexpected
energy.”

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah. Well, I, I guess I should be going.”

“Why don’t you come in for a minute. I’ll give you
your check right now. It’ll save me a stamp.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful.”

The video then briefly went black; and, in the next shot, Brad was
sitting on a sofa in the living room nervously tapping his knees as
the woman entered with a check in her hands. And, after sitting down
next to him, she put the check on the coffee table in front of them.

“Thank you very much,” he said with a smile.

“No, thank you very much,” she and Melissa replied.

He picked up the check and put it in his jacket pocket.

“I just want to say,” the two women continued, “you’re
doing an amazing job raising Sue all by yourself.”

“Thanks.”

“It must be tough.”

“Sometimes.”

“You know, I really can’t believe some woman hasn’t
gobbled you up by now. It can’t be because they haven’t
tried.”

“Well, you know.”

“What?”

“There’s just not a whole lot of good women available.
Women who I find interesting. The ones who are available are usually
young and immature and uninteresting, and the interesting ones are
all taken. Like you.”

She chuckled nervously and uttered, “You’re joking,
right?”

“No.”

“But, come on, you’re so good-looking. Why would you be
interested in me?”

“See, that’s exactly what interests me,” he said
with a smile. A smile that Melissa returned.

“What do you mean?” both Melissa and the woman on screen
asked.

“What do I mean? Just the fact that you would say something
like that interests me. You’re so honest. You’re not full
of yourself. And you’re grounded. And, what’s more,
you’re a lot more beautiful than you think.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she and Melissa
whispered, both with a blush. “No one’s ever said
anything that sweet to me before. Especially not my husband.”

“Then, he’s a fool,” he replied, before leaning
over and kissing her gently on the lips.

They kissed for a few seconds before he started unbuttoning her
blouse.

“We can’t do this,” she mumbled, in between soft
moans, moans echoed by Melissa.

“Why not?” he mumbled back.

“I . . . I don’t know.”

He then pulled away her blouse and began fondling her small breasts.

And, while moaning even louder than before, the woman reached back
and removed her bra.

In a flash he sank his mouth on her small nipples, and while
haphazardly undressing himself, tenderly nibbled her.

“Oh, my God,” she mumbled, caressing his face with both
her hands. “That feels so good. My husband never does anything
like that.”

He continued doing this for many minutes, during which time Melissa
fondled her own breasts, and could’ve sworn that she felt his
tongue upon them.

Then, Brad removed the woman’s skirt. And her panties. And
slobbered over her swollen lips, causing the woman and Melissa to
shriek.

“No one’s ever done that to me,” both of them
murmured.

Melissa then started fingering herself, and instantly felt dizzy. And
she muttered, “Yeah, eat that fucking pussy, Professor. Eat
that fucking pussy!”

“You really like doing that?” the woman on screen gasped.

He lifted his wet face and gasped back, “This is my favorite. I
swear it is.”

“Really?”

He replied by again burying his tongue inside her, causing her face
to contort and shake.

“You’re gonna make me come!” she and Melissa
uttered.

He picked up his pace and she started convulsing. “I’m
coming!” both women screamed. “I’m fucking coming!”
Melissa came so hard that her hand became soaking wet.

Then, after the briefest of pauses, Brad continued licking and
slurping and prodding his tongue. Minute after minute he relentlessly
went after her, through orgasm after orgasm, each of which was shared
by Melissa.

Finally, the woman on screen stopped Brad. “No more,” she
said, with sweat pouring down her face. “I want you inside me.
I wanna feel your come.”

He stood up, and she leaned over and took his hardening member into
her mouth. And sucked on it. And slurped it. And slobbered over it.
And soon her whole chin was covered in saliva—saliva that was
dripping down onto her breasts.

“That’s enough,” he begged.

She pulled his massive erection out of her mouth—desperate for
air—and then stretched out onto the couch, staring at his
wetness.

“It’s so fucking big,” she and Melissa whispered.
“Put it in. Put it in me now.”

He fell on top of her and slowly squeezed himself into her tightness,
causing both her and Melissa to squeal with pleasure.

“Fuck me!” both women cried. The one on screen grasped
Brad’s back and flattened him against her chest. “Fuuuuuuuuck!”

He answered her by thrusting his engorged member in and out of her.

Soon the camera moved behind them, focusing tightly on their
coupling.

This was Melissa’s favorite porn shot. And, as she watched, she
stuffed four fingers inside her and worked them to the exact pace on
screen. And her eyes, which bored into the monitor, became blurry.
And her body started shaking.

The couple in the film quickly ceased being human. They became wild
animals ravaging one another—pounding their flesh with abandon
and an almost supernatural fury.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” he howled, his face
clenched and his body covered in sweat.

He then started bucking madly, knocking both of them onto the carpet.

Melissa, too, fell—onto her cold wooden floor.

“Fucking come!” the woman on screen yelled, pounding his
back with her fists. “Fucking come in me now!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he cried, shaking all over, joined by
the two women.

He immediately fell over on his side, and saw his whiteness gushing
out of her—gushing out of her endlessly.

Which sent Melissa into convulsions. She could feel his warmth, both
in and out of her. It was everywhere. And it just wouldn’t
stop.

And then suddenly she gasped, clutching her heart.

And everything went dark.

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Birthday Party

KATE AND JANET stared intently at the perfect body across the room as
the man jerked the massive weight above his heaving chest, with both
their breathing soon becoming labored.

“He’ll never do it,” Janet said, shaking her head,
with her face flush.

“You don’t know that,” replied Kate, her face
equally flush.

“It’s just crazy.”

“So? People do crazy stuff all the time. What do we have to
lose by asking him?”

“He’ll think we’re crazy.”

“So what? We are crazy. You want him, don’t you?”

“Sure. He’s so gorgeous.”

“So, I’ll just ask him. If he says no, we’ll get
someone else. All right?”

“All right.”

“Wish me luck.”

“Luck.”

Kate smiled and confidently stepped toward the dark-haired god, who
had joined the gym a month earlier and who had now just risen to his
waist. And suddenly she didn’t feel so brave, especially as she
knew Janet wasn’t the only one with a crush on him. But she
loved Janet and wanted to make her happy. And this is what drove her
toward him.

As she did, he grabbed a towel off the floor and wiped the sweat from
his perfect face. And was surprised afterward to see a woman smiling
down at him. A petite woman around 40 with hair even darker than his,
and eyes as blue as the sea—a woman he had seen often at the
gym.

“Hi,” he uttered, with a grin.

“Hi,” she uttered back. “You’re Tim, right?”

“Jim.”

“Sorry.”

“Close enough. And you’re Kate.”

“How, how did you know?” she replied, shocked that such a
man would’ve even recognized her existence.

“I, I’ve heard people calling you that.”

“Oh.”

He stood up and somehow she felt the heat of his muscles, and also
smelled his scent. And was mesmerized by both. Which was something he
couldn’t help but notice.

“Can, can I help you?” he asked.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy,” she answered.

“What?” he playfully responded.

“Well, a friend of mine is having a birthday this Friday.”
She then pointed across the room to a small and somewhat overweight
woman with a plain face and dirty blonde hair, who was standing
rigidly against the wall. A woman who blushed profusely in reply to
his gaze. “Her name is Janet,” Kate added.

“Well, give her my best.”

“I was hoping you could do more than just that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s a really big birthday for her. She’s
turning thirty.”

“Oh, I remember that one. It was even worse than forty.”

“You, you’re over forty?” she asked with great
surprise.

“I’ll be forty-six next month.”

“But—but you look so young.”

“If you eat right and exercise right and live right, you can be
young forever.”

She smiled bashfully at him, unable to believe he could really be
older than her, especially as she knew the only reason she didn’t
fall completely for him was the fear that he was so much younger than
her. “I . . .” she stammered. “Where was
I?”

“You were telling me about Janet’s birthday.”

“Yeah. Well, she’s been real depressed about it, and so
me and some of our friends decided to give her an extra-special
present.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“A male stripper,” she whispered.

He giggled, and uttered, “That’s awesome. I’m sure
you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“I hope so.”

“So, why are you telling me this?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping you’d be the stripper.”

“Me?”

She nodded her head.

“That’s very flattering,” he began, clearly
flabbergasted. “But . . . but I’m not a
stripper.”

“I know. And we were gonna hire a professional. But you never
know what you’re gonna get. But we know you. Kinda. Not your
name obviously. You know, everyone here thinks your name is Tim.”

“Really?” he replied with surprise.

She nodded and added, “But we can tell that you’re a nice
guy and . . .”

“And what?”

“And Janet kinda has a crush on you.”

“Really?” he replied, with even greater surprise than
before.

“Surely, you must know that every woman in the gym is in love
with you.”

“I didn’t know. I swear.”

“Come on, don’t you own a mirror?”

“The truth is when I was young I was very unattractive.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“It’s the truth. I’ll show you pictures if you’d
like. I was chubby, too, with bad hair and bad skin. No girl was
interested in me. And, you know, it’s kind of difficult to get
over that.”

“So . . .”

“So?”

“So, you’re not gay?”

“I’m not gay.”

“Because that’s what everyone here kinda thinks.”

“Really?” he uttered, with a chuckle.

“Well, you have no wedding ring, and you never flirt or make
the slightest move on anyone,” she uttered back.

“Well, now you know why.”

“Now I know why. So, will you do it?”

“Strip?”

She nodded.

“Sorry, but I’m not a stripper. I can barely even dance.”

“It doesn’t matter. You won’t even have to get
naked. Just take off your shirt and strut around a bit in your
shorts, to music. That’s it.”

“I don’t know,” he told her with a sigh while
shaking his head.

“Please. You’ll make her so happy, with just a few
minutes of your time.”

He thought about it for a few moments, staring into her blue eyes.
Eyes in which he was quickly becoming lost. And finally he uttered,
“All right. I’ll do it.”

“That’s wonderful!” she cried, jumping up and down.
She then gave a thumbs up to Janet, who shrieked in reply.

“One condition, though,” he told her.

“What?” she asked.

“No cameras. I don’t want this on the Internet one day.”

“No problem. So, how much?”

“How much what?”

“How much money do you want?”

“You don’t have to pay me.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’ll be fun.”

FIVE WOMEN SAT nervously in Kate’s living room, uncertain of
what was going to happen and uncertain of themselves.

The whole thing seemed like a great idea when they thought of it in
the bar, but now that it was really happening they began thinking
that having some near stranger strip for them was a bit weird.

And it was especially weird for Kate, as she started having serious
feelings for Jim the moment after she asked him to strip.

Could there really be any way forward for them after this? she
wondered.

As she wondered this, Jim sat a short distance away, in Kate’s
bathroom, wearing nothing but an undersized and thin white tank-top,
and a pair of tiny gray gym shorts. At that moment, he desperately
thought of ways he could somehow extract himself from this crazy
situation, especially as he, too, had started having serious feelings
for Kate.

“You almost ready?” Kate called out, wishing she
hadn’t—wishing she had the guts to call it off.

“I guess,” he yelled back unsurely.

Kate then leaned toward the women and whispered, “Remember,
girls, he’s not a pro. We have to encourage him, and give him
confidence.”

The women nodded back, and Jim exited the bathroom.

Kate turned to him and forced a smile, and, after picking up a nearby
remote, put on some loud dance music.

Immediately, the three friends of Janet and Kate started howling and
whistling and clapping, and Jim awkwardly strutted up to them.

“Wow!” a tall and attractive redhead in her mid-thirties
named Pam said to her sister Melissa, who was a few years younger but
looked almost exactly alike.

“Tell me about it!” cried Patrice, a beautiful and
slender black woman in her late twenties. “I think I’m
gonna have to join that gym.”

As for Janet, she just stared. She just stared up at Jim in awe, her
big eyes even bigger than normal.

Jim soon stepped in front of her and shook his hips, to the delight
of the others, who continued their whistling and catcalls.

“Hey,” Patrice cried out, “I thought this was
supposed to be a strip show!”

“Yeah!” added Melissa, thrusting her fists into the air.
“We wanna see some skin!”

Jim smiled meekly at this, and then grabbed the top of his shirt. And
ripped it off, tearing it to shreds, exposing his powerful and hairy
chest.

The three women erupted in cheers. But Janet just gasped, her eyes
bulging out of her head, and Kate quietly leaned back in her seat,
suddenly finding the whole situation more than just uncomfortable.

Moments later, Jim moved a little closer to Janet, and, suddenly
feeling far more comfortable, shook his groin in her face.

Janet almost fainted in reply, especially when she saw the thickness
underneath his shorts—a thickness that was getting larger and
larger. Her face turned bright red, and sweat began dripping down it.

“Let’s see what you’re made of!” howled Pam.

“Yeah!” Melissa and Patrice howled back.

“Girls, that wasn’t part of the deal,” Kate told
them.

“Fuck the deal!” cried Patrice. “We wanna see the
real deal!”

“Come on, Janet,” Pam insisted, “Take them off. He
won’t mind. Just look at that bulge. Come on, birthday girl!”

Janet hesitantly reached up and grabbed Jim’s waistband, and
looked up at him with eyes seeking approval.

In turn, he looked back at Kate.

She shrugged in reply, squirming in her seat.

His gaze soon returned to Janet, and he reluctantly nodded. And she
slowly lowered his pants, revealing a thick and massive erection. An
erection pointing right at her.

“Woooooooo!” screamed Pam, Melissa, and Patrice, in near
unison.

“Just look at that dick!” added Patrice. “He’s
even bigger than a black man!”

“And that ass!” cried out Pam. “My fucking God!”

Kate turned away. Not because she didn’t find Jim’s body
attractive. But because she did. And she only looked back when
Melissa screamed, “Stroke that motherfucker!”

In horror, Kate saw Janet slowly reaching for Jim’s member,
looking as if she were in a trance. Kate shook her head at her, over
and over, but Janet couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed a hold
of him, and, after almost getting her whole hand around it, started
stroking it.

“Go! Go! Go!” the three women cheered.

In reply, Janet moved her arm faster and faster.

“If you don’t start sucking that thing,” Patrice
hollered, “I’ll do it myself! And believe me, if I suck
his cock, it’ll stay sucked!”

Janet again looked up at Jim for approval. And when he turned his
head away, she started putting him in her mouth.

“Don’t do it!” Kate called out.

But it was too late.

Janet swallowed his entire manhood, and gripped his cheeks. And then
began thrusting him in and out of her mouth, cheered on by the three
women.

This went on for almost a minute. Finally, Janet pulled him out while
gasping for air, with saliva dripping down her chin.

The three women applauded and Janet smiled back at them. And uttered,
“Man, his ass is like a rock.”

“The rock was in your mouth, honey,” Patrice replied.

“Sit on it!” cried Pam.

“Yeah,” added her sister. “Sit on it!”

And soon all three were cheering, “Sit on it! Sit on it! Sit on
it!”

Kate couldn’t take any more, and so she ran into the nearby
kitchen, with her back rigidly against the wall. But, just moments
later, she couldn’t help but take a peek inside her living
room. And, when she did, she saw Janet stand up and take off her
dress; and then her bra, and finally her panties, to the hoots and
hollers of the three women.

Janet then looked up into Jim’s eyes and offered him her hand.

“Please,” she spoke sweetly. “Just for one night I
want to be special.”

He hesitated, and turned back to where Kate had been. But, when he
didn’t see her, he returned his eyes to Janet and took her
hand, and led her back to the sofa she’d been sitting on—to
the loud applause of the three women.

And then he sat down and gently placed her on his lap, his erection
rubbing against her wet and engorged lips.

“Put it in already!” yelled Melissa.

“Yeah!” the other two women added.

Janet rose up a bit, and, after grabbing Jim’s member, moved it
between her lips.

And paused.

“What are you waiting for?” demanded Pam.

“It’s too big!” Janet cried.

“It’s not! Just sit on it!”

Janet, in response, put his head just inside her and started slowly
lowering herself, swinging her arms and grunting as she did.

“Fuck him!” the women howled. “Fuck him! Fuck him!
Fuck him!”

Janet answered by taking more and more of him.

As she did, Jim glanced toward the kitchen and saw the horrified
expression of Kate.

But it was too late.

Way too late.

He soon grabbed Janet’s small breasts and started thrusting her
up and down on top of him, his moans matching hers and possibly even
exceeding them.

“Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!” The women continued to
cry.

Janet responded by pounding her body onto him, grimacing and sweating
and mumbling.

Then, Jim removed one hand from Janet’s chest and began
fingering her furiously.

“That’s it!” Janet cried. “That’s it!
Almost! Almost!”

She then screamed out in pleasure, shaking all over. “God yes!
God fucking yes!”

“I think our little birthday girl just came,” said
Melissa.

“I think so, too,” added her sister.

“I don’t even have to think,” uttered Patrice.

Seconds later, when Janet finally calmed down, Jim pulled her off and
laid her on the sofa, and started plowing himself inside her.

“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” The women started
screaming.

Over and over he slammed his body into hers. And soon she gripped his
butt, and met his thrusts. “Oh, God, fuck me!” She
begged. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck me!”

His pace quickened and soon became unsustainable, and he whimpered,
“I’m gonna come.”

“We wanna see it!” Pam yelled, rushing up to him,
followed by the two other woman.

“You what?” he gasped.

“Creampie her!” Patrice demanded.

“Creampie her?” he repeated, turning to her with a
incredulous smile.

“You think guys are the only ones who watch porn?” she
replied. “Motherfucking creampie her!”

He nodded his head in reply and thrust himself inside Janet a
half-dozen more times before partially pulling out, leaving only his
head inside her. And then, while jerking himself, cried out as he
shot his muck.

In reaction to the warm fluid entering her, Janet also cried out,
just seconds before Patrice pulled him off.

And then the five watched as his whiteness dripped out of Janet onto
the sofa.

“That was the best,” Janet cooed, short of breath, warmly
looking up into Jim’s eyes. “That was the best ever.
Thank you so much.”

“Happy birthday,” he whispered back with a smile, while
wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“He’s still hard,” Patrice cried, grabbing a hold
of him.

“Well,” he replied bashfully. “You women are so
beautiful.”

“You mean you could still . . .”

He shrugged.

Patrice immediately fell to her knees and took him into her mouth. He
turned away, and saw Melissa and Pam undressing each other while
smiling at him.

A short time later, after they had each taken off the other’s
panties, he sat them down together on the sofa and kneeled on the
floor in front of them, with Patrice still locked onto his erection.
And then, one at a time, he began tonguing and fingering and
slobbering the two sisters while Janet softly caressed his sculpted
chest and ripped abs.

For hours their fun continued, in every conceivable position and
permutation, until finally, utterly exhausted, Jim passed out on the
floor.

HE AWOKE WHEN he felt something dropped on top of him.

His clothes. Or what remained of them.

Looking up, he saw Kate standing over him frowning. And noticed that
they were alone.

“The party’s over, swinger,” she growled. “Go
home.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, sitting up.

“Why would I be mad at you?” she replied. “Just
because you fucked all my friends in my living room?”

“You are mad. Why? You could’ve stopped all of
this. I turned to you.”

“Who was I to stop it? You obviously wanted to do it.”

He put his clothes on and said to her, “You know, if I didn’t
know better, I’d say you were in love with me.”

“Well, you know better.”

“Yeah, well, it’s too bad, because I’m in love with
you.”

He then headed to the door.

“What?” she whimpered.

He stopped but didn’t turn around.

“What did you say?” she whimpered once more.

“I love you,” he stated. “That was the only reason
I came here—the only reason I did this stupid thing. And you
know, you can make me out the villain all you want, but I was the one
who got used tonight.”

“I . . .” she stammered.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to say anything.”

“I love you, too,” she cried.

He turned around and she jumped into his arms, and kissed him. And
hugged him.

“No more birthday parties,” he whispered to her. “Ever.
I only want you.”

“Yes!” she cried. “Well, maybe we could have
private ones. Just for two. After all, your birthday’s coming
up.”

He smiled at her, and she reached down and found him hard
again—something that shocked her. “What did you do,
swallow a whole bottle of Viagra?” she asked.

He smiled and replied, “Like I told you before, if you eat
right, exercise right, and live right, you can be young forever.”

And that’s just what they did.

Together.

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