New Horizons Pt. 02

New Horizons

A. J. Roye

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Part 2

Chapter 6

After the third orgasm...

I left the bed, picked up my watch, and placed it on the night stand next to the bed.

Then, I crawled back into bed, knee walked to between Cressida's legs, and waited for her to regain her sanity. When I saw her eyes reappear from her skull and focus on me, she offered me a fantastic smile.

"You are so, so... the real deal," she wheezed. "The words I read about you are so inadequate, to what you're doing to me, right now. I still can't think straight."

"It's all about you, Lover."

I poked my cock back into her slick pussy, pushed her legs back, put my hands on the back of her thighs, leaned forward, and fucked her. Quickly establishing rhythmic thrusts, as I hovered above her. Cressida was wailing within moments... her eyes disappeared into her skull. Both her arms crossed over her 34Ds to keep them from wobbling off her chest, as I pounded her pussy.

Within moments, I knew she was in a full blown orgasm. Howling staccato howls. Growling in her throat between each howl. She was trying to arch her back... and straighten her legs, but I had her pinned with my hands on her legs. Her pussy had a death grip on my cock. The effect which, caused me to fight back the beast within me. I withdrew, reached for my watch, and...

Timed her orgasm.

Cressida's orgasms were long. Quite long, in my experience. On my knees beside Cressida, I watched her writhe out her orgasm, as I glanced at the second hand on my watch. Keeping an eye on her eyes, and keeping an eye on my watch.

Thirty seconds... Damn.

Still... no eye contact and she was still quivering and writhing on the bed. 35 seconds... 40 seconds...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wailed, drawing out her first word. I looked at my watch...

44 seconds.

Damn.

Heaving for oxygen, Cressida turned to me on her side... her eyes met mine...

"You're not finished, are you?" she offered, with a gasp for air.

"I'm not. But it won't be much longer if you keep fucking me the way you do."

"Yeah? I'm thinking... you're the one fucking me," she wheezed. "You're fantastic."

"When you cum, your pussy wants to pull the cum out of me. You're tight when you cum. I've fought off the urge so far, but I'm thinking I can't hold out much longer."

"Then, don't," she hissed. "I want you to fuck me out. Get me pregnant on the first try." She snipped her last word.

"OK," I growled. "Roll over onto your tummy. I'm going to fuck you out, Your Royal Highness."

I flipped Cressida over in a flash... she squeaked out a happy, surprised squeak. I pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs on my knees, pointed my needy dick at her shaved pussy, pushed forward, and... she wailed out a wail, as my dick glided through the full length of her pussy.

As I hovered above her back.... I put one hand on her lower back, and my other hand on the side of her face...

"OH, YEAH BABY! FUCK ME!"

With all my leverage on both my hands, I pressed the five-eight, blue-eyed, brunette princess into the mattress, and began the first of my rhythmic thrusts. Arcing my back and hips... In no time, my pubis was impacting the full, feminine ass of my client with a crack... echoing throughout the beach house.

Also, in no time... the beast, again... did battle with me. It couldn't have been more than 20, or 30 seconds, of pounding royal pussy, and Cressida was in another full blown orgasm.

And the beast responded.

He knocked me out. Tunnel vison appeared. My best efforts, I continued to fuck Cressida, as the beast took hold of my balls, and...

"DAMN!" I roared. "HOLY FUCK!"

My body tensed. I felt my back arch. I managed to continue my thrusts, but with a much slower pace. My mind was swimming in exquisite euphoria. My body tingled. I saw my tanned hands against the milky flesh of my lover. I was wailing out disgusting noises as I felt my cum splash against the sides of hot pussy. I lost all sense of time, as I rolled off my sexy client and fell onto my back. Almost a minute later...

Cressida flipped onto her side...

"Oh!" she squeaked. "I spilt some."

I managed to turn my head to see Cressida lick the sheet and a long, creamy strand of our mutual cum entered her mouth from the sheet.

"Mmm," she hummed, as she fingered the sticky cum from her chin and lips, into her mouth. Then, she lay against me... half on my side, as she nuzzled me with her lips and nose. Her sexy British accent... in a whisper...

"I'm not a princess, Mark. I'm a duchess."

"I think I knew that from your dossier."

"Then, you shouldn't address me as... 'Your Royal Highness.'"

"I'm just a Texan, Cressida. The only royalty we have in Texas, is the King Ranch in south Texas. Did you really think I knew British royalty that well?" I chuckled. She laughed, too. Snuggling into my side. Pawing my chest hair. Pressing her gorgeous tits into my side.

"I can feel you inside me, Mark. I just know I'm going to be pregnant when I leave here."

"Let's go and shower. Then, I want to see you in that sexy bikini I saw in your closet. We'll walk along the beach. I hear the northwest beaches of Florida are the best in the state."

"Hmm, OK. But, I'm gonna have to wear a liner in my bottoms. I'm going to be leaking your cum for the next two days."

While on the beach, walking hand in hand. Cressida wearing a huge hat and huge sunglasses. Her sexy bikini and a see through, and flowing, coverup. She told me, she didn't want to risk being seen in public, without her husband.

I sensed she was going to tell me why her husband couldn't give her a baby, so I was prepared to cut her off. And... I was right...

"Mark... Mitchell can't..."

"Stop right there, Cressida," I snapped. "I don't want to know. And, you're not allowed to tell me, either. We both signed contracts."

"I know," she whimpered, as she began to weep and choke on her words. "It's cruel, you know." I took her into my arms and held her close. Her well supported, bikini covered tits pressed into my chest. Her arms around my back, as I held her. Her cheek against my chest. Sand between our toes. The waves crashing into the beach with little violence.

"It's cruel because, I can't confide with anyone," she sniffled. "Not even my parents. It... it isn't allowed... Socially, where I'm from."

"Look at me, Lover."

She looked at me... tears soaking her eyes. "I know the one person you can talk to, and your secret will always be secure."

"Who?" she sniffled.

"Joan... With New Horizons. You know her, right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. That woman can make the moon dance around the sun. She can do anything and has a good ear. If you want, I'll call her, and let you talk with her."

"OK.... Thank you," she sniffled. She kissed me... there on the beach. I returned her kiss.

Thirty minutes later, we were in the shower again. Washing off the wind blown salt water and sand from our feet. Then... I called Joan. Briefly explaining the situation and I handed my phone off to Cressida.

I then went into the kitchen, where a pretty young woman greeted me and asked if I needed anything. For about 30 minutes, I had 4 ounces of a protein drink, three slices of roast beef, grapes, watermelon, celery sticks, one slice of whole wheat toast... with butter... sparkling water with a tiny bit of lemon juice. Then...

Cressida entered the kitchen with a happy smile on her lips...

"Joan is flying me to Houston after you get me pregnant," she joked. "You were right. Joan has a sympathetic ear. I like her already and I can't wait to meet her."

"Can't wait to meet her," I slurred, in my thoughts with disgust.

Fuck... I haven't met Joan.

I sat there watching Cressida dine on a few snacks of fruit, raw vegetables, and boiled egg with toast. She had changed into another bikini that enhanced her wide hips and full ass. Her fantastic tits well supported with an underwire bikini top... with a very nice cleavage. Her cleavage... I hiss in my thoughts. The dark blue color of the bikini highlighted her milky white skin, dark hair, and blue eyes.

My lover is not a big woman, but she isn't little either. Five-eight... 135... maybe 140. I would describe her build as very feminine, all woman, and her skin is fluffy, yet toned. No ribs, or other bones are visible. A very nice ass. And I mean... a very... nice... ass. I love getting my hands on her ass. And before I'm done, I'm gonna kiss it... lick it... suck it... and bite it. Wide hips and a defined waist. And... 24 years old. Her husband... 33 years old.

And... after lunch...

Cressida was a first for me.

She has this clit.

I mean, a clit I had never experienced before. It was the biggest clit I had ever seen. If it were any bigger, I could call it an appendage.

When aroused, that thing stood tall. Along with... Her clitoral hood, a good quarter, to one third of an inch above her pussy slit. It was like a tiny dick. I have never seen a clit so swollen. So swollen, I could take my thumb and forefinger and jack it off, like my own dick.

And, Cressida responded... when I did jack off her swollen clit.

"OhFuckYeah!" she wheezed... "Keep doing that," she growled, as she partially leaned against the headboard.

So... I jacked her swollen clitoral hood with my fingers, as I sucked the huge nub into my mouth, and teased it with my tongue. She howled so loud... I was certain the paint would peel from the walls. Her titties wobbling on her chest as she pressed her clit and pussy against my face. Her fingers teasing her pink nipples... Fuck.

My cock swelled to its full arousal at the ovulating aroma coming from her pussy. I feared I would lose my mind.

Sliding my lips and tongue down the left side of her labia... teasing her pussy entrance with my tongue... teasing her perineum with kissing, sucking, and licking... sliding my mouth up the right side of her labia, and latching onto the needy, and big nub of her clit.

"Oh, Fuck," she slurred, to the ceiling of the bedroom, while aggressively pulling her nipples with her fingers. Humping her pussy at my mouth. "You're so fucking good, Mitch."

Mitch.

I had gotten used to it.

I wasn't offended. Nearly every encounter since I began working for New Horizons, I was called by another name. Nearly every time... a husband's name. And... I found out early in my baby making career, I had the same dark hair and dark eyes as the husband of many of my clients. Sometimes, I didn't. I had several clients whose husband was sandy blonde. Or redheaded. Or... blue or hazel eyes.

After ten minutes of pussy licking, I gave Cressida's clit a flick of my tongue, while under suction from my lips, and...

She clamped her legs against the sides of my head, nearly suffocating me. A microsecond later... growling deep in her throat... she began the body consuming quiver, I witnessed earlier in the day. Her growls evolved into muted whimpering from her lips and throat. I managed to extricate myself from her legs and stand over her on my knees. She rolled onto her side... into a fetal position... still whimpering and quivering out her orgasm.

It was beautiful to see Cressida in such a state. Fully consumed by her orgasm... Allowing it to happen to herself and not fighting it.

I quickly got in behind her. Forming spoons. On my right side, I put my right arm around her and palmed her left breast... pulling her into my chest. My chest against her back... my pubis against her butt, I lifted her left leg, and managed to put my fat cock into her sloppy pussy. Pushing myself forward with thrusts...

"YES-SSS!... OHGAWD! YES!"

On our right sides, I fucked her from behind. Thrusting the full length of my cock into her accepting, slick, tight, and hot pussy. We both made lame attempts to kiss one another, but her body was responding to my cock... resulting in whines, whimpers, groans, and moans from her lips. Mini orgasms kicking around inside her. Her eyes rolling back and remaining there. Quivering in her legs. Muted expletives from her lips.

Every minute, or so, she seized into a powerful orgasm in my arms, with an announcing staccato squeal... "I'm cumming again!"... following by violent quivering in my arms, and aggressive, ragged breathing when her orgasm subsided...

"It feels so fucking good, Mark. I don't want it to stop," she pleaded, with strangled breaths. Three orgasms later...

I stood on my knees, rolled her onto her back, parted her legs, inserted my dick in her pussy, fell forward into her waiting arms, placed my chest against her chest, wrapped my arms and hands on the top of her head, and...

Fucked her.

With rhythmic thrusts. I kissed her... Hard... Aggressively.

Her arm around my shoulder and holding the back of my neck. Her other arm around my back from beneath my arm. Our kiss didn't last long... mumbles from her lips in response to her body. Staccato squeaks into my neck.

"You're so big," she wheezed into my ear.

Continuing my rhythmic thrusts... She began squealing... "YES! YES! YES!"... repeatedly, into my neck... her forehead into my shoulder... her arms and hands in a tight squeeze... Stiffening beneath me... her pussy choked my dick, and... her strangled plea... in a crescendo...

"Keep fucking me!...... keep fucking me!... OhMyGod, OhMyGod, I'm..."

Cressida wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles on my lower back, and squeezed me. My thrusts became burdensome because of it. Quivering violently beneath me. I focused. Because... the beast was aroused. I wanted at least two more orgasms from Cressida before I had my own release.

Hyper focusing, I managed to get those two orgasms from my royal lover. Then...

"I'm gonna cum," I croaked.

"Yes!... Yes!... Yes!" was her reply, with gagged interruptions between her words.

Then... I did cum.

I lost my mind. My body tingled uncontrollably with my sticky white cum leaving my tiny slit in contractions of my pelvis.

"Holy fuck," I croaked, as I fell over to the side of my quaking lover.

Again, Cressida rolled away from me into a fetal position and allowed her orgasm to subside. Again... a long orgasm. After she regained her sanity...

"Holy fuck," she whimpered, in exhaustion. "I have half a mind to divorce my husband and move to America. To be with you." I lay there watching Cressida on her back. Her chest heaving for oxygen and her titties rolling on her chest. Fuck. The sight of her titties driving me insane.

"Your cock is too good, Lover," she managed to offer, through exhausted breath. On my back... facing the ceiling... nearly recovered from my release...

"You're amazing, Cressida. Wow."

I turned my head toward her. I saw her eyes roll back and she quivered gently beside me... for just a few seconds... Her hands caressing her pussy and her left tit.

"Amazing," she whispered... "Yes... very amazing."

Two days later...

Right there on the tarmac of the airport, I kissed my British lover, good-bye. A fantastic kiss, by the way. Then, our embrace broken, she pushed a thick envelope into my hand...

"Well worth it, Lover," she whispered, with a smile... she turned for the FBO at Montgomery County Executive Airport. What an ass in that tight skirt. Damn.

"I enjoyed ever second, Cressida. And, thank you." She waved her hand without turning around.

When she disappeared into the FBO, I boarded the private jet to Olathe, Kansas.

Ten days later....

*****

I rejoiced and smiled.

Releasing a medium sized cutthroat trout from my fingers. Watching the little creature swim swiftly for safety. I turned to look behind me and Mr. Yellowknife was casting from the bank. He looked toward me and waved. I returned the wave with mine.

I paused and looked around me. Nothing but absolute beauty. Snow capped mountains. Green alpine meadows. Clear water stream full of hungry cutthroat.

Relaxing. Hmm. Perfect.

I looked at my watch and my heart sank... A little bit. I dragged my ass out of that perfect stream and headed for Mr. Yellowknife's pickup truck.

This was my second trip to Montana. And, my client was late. Her flight interrupted due to poor weather in Atlanta. Late in the afternoon, her flight to Bozeman was scheduled to arrive after 6:00 pm local. Because of my client's delay... Joan called me very early this morning...

"Natisha began ovulating early for this month. It began night before last. That will make two days when she arrives later this evening. I've already spoken with Natisha, and she knows, the two of you won't have much time. So... get busy quickly." I heard her laugh at her last comment.

"Got it. Drag her cute ass into the bedroom as soon as she steps inside the door. I can do that," I teased.

Natisha would be another first for me. She's African American. Her husband is white, and eerily... looks a lot like me. Sometimes, photographs can skew a person's real looks, but damn. If I didn't know any better, Natisha's husband could be a twin of mine. With a little gray on the temples.

And the photographs of Natisha?

Insanely hot.

A sports broadcaster with a major network. Dark brown skin with long, tight curls, permed hair. Her hair style is so her. It makes her look ever more exotic. Short in stature... five-one... and not that big with the tits, but enough to enjoy... and kiss... and suck. She looked on fire in her blaze orange bikini I found in her dossier. Toned body.

Exotic and feminine facial features. Dark eyebrows. Black eyes. Full, sexy lips. I can't wait to meet her.

Showered, shaved, and dressed for work in lounge pants and a t-shirt, I received a phone call from the driver, twenty minutes ago. Natisha should arrive any moment. It was dark outside. And...

I heard the Jeep on the gravel drive. Two doors slam. And...

"Oh my God," I mumbled in my throat, as the sexy woman stepped through the door and side stepped the driver carrying her bags. She looked right at me with this electric, fantastic smile.

"Hello," she called from across the room. "You have to be Mark."

"I am, Natisha," I replied, as I made a quick step toward her. More gorgeous than her photographs. Too fuckin' bad she's married. I would like to be her husband.

As I neared, she took her finger and waved it at me like a magic wand...

"You are fuckin' hot, Mister. I think I married the wrong man."

It was then, the driver left through the front door... her bags just a few feet from the door.

I intended to take her hand in greeting, but she dropped her purse and held out both arms. Her off white, light weight sweater and black leggings showed off her hot, petite figure in just the right way. I stepped into her arms... a little awkward, considering our great height difference.

Her arms around my neck and standing on the tips of her toes... her whisper...

"I spoke with no fewer than six of your past clients, Mark. They tell me you kiss like no other. They melted in your arms. So... heat me up, big boy."

"For you, Natisha... anything you want."

For nearly a minute, we gently dueled each other in our kiss. Her lips... soft and light. Her soft tongue gently exploring me. Her tiny fingers interlaced in my long hair.

She broke our kiss... "Oh, boy," she wheezed. "So hot, Mister Mark. Those girls weren't lying. You're gonna have to tell me how you kiss like that, later. But... We have a baby to make, and not much time to do it, right?"

I snatched her up and cradled her in my arms. She squeaked in delight as she put her arms around my neck. Her fantastic smile reached into my soul. She weighed not much more than a feather. I turned and headed toward the bedroom. As I walked... her slurs...

"Your eyes are so dark and sexy." And... "You have hair any woman would kill for."

I set Natisha on the floor beside the bed and...

"Get those clothes off, you sexy vixen. I don't know what it is about you, but you have my blood going hot right now." I began peeling my shirt off.

As she reached to peel her sweater over her head... "Me too, lover boy." When that sweater went over her head, her long, tightly permed hair exploded from the sweater. She shook her head to fluff it out. It went everywhere and she had to push it out of her face. She unhooked her white bra in the front and peeled it from her arms. Her tits!

"Holy Moley," I whispered. "Wow."

No bigger than tennis balls, they stood proudly on her dark brown chest. Super black nipples on full alert. Perfect teardrop shaped tits with her nipples slightly pointing outward and upward...... Fuck. Perfect tits for her petite body.

Her slender neck and narrow, feminine shoulders made her ever more sexy. Still wearing her black leggings, made her ever more exotic.

I stood there in amazement as she took her titties in her tiny hands and wiggled them at me...

"You like my little girls, don't you?"

"1,000%," I slurred, with slitted eyes.

"My husband likes them, too," she offered, and then... she squeezed her right nipple with her thumb and forefinger. I saw her eyes roll up and temporarily disappear. Holy shit.

I had my pants off in microseconds and tossed them clear across the room. My semi-flaccid dick beginning to point toward my objective.

"Oh my," she slurred, as her eyes darted to my cock. "I can't wait, Baby. I've heard so much about that baby maker you have there. Come here.... hurry and help me with these tight leggings."

I fell to my knees in front of her and helped her peel the cloth from her hips. Once she stepped out, her cleanly shaved pussy was swollen. Her labia separated and swollen... and extending from her slit. I could smell her. I felt the beast stir within me.

I rose and stood before my tiny client. She took my cock in her petite hand, grabbed me by the back of my neck, stood on her toes, and kissed me, as my dick enlarged in her gentle grip. Seconds later, her slur into my mouth...

"I want this monster inside me, right now, Baby."

"I was hoping for a little foreplay," I groaned, into her lips. "Your body is amazing."

"Later," she snapped, as she pulled on me and she fell backward onto the bed. "After you make me pregnant, I'll let you play with anything you want." She hissed through her teeth... "I want your baby, Mark. Right now."

I leaned over and pushed her to the other side of the bed. I then knee walked onto the bed...

"Me on top, or you?"

"You... I'm ready," she replied, as she parted her legs, and extended her arms to me.

I knee walked to between her legs and dropped my rock hard dick on her tummy. I was amazed the tip of my cock extended beyond her belly button. I was gonna have to be careful with such a tiny lady.

I took my dick in hand and swiped the tip along the silky, wet slit of my petite lover. Several times. She humped at my dick as I did so... humming in her throat. I was enamored with the dramatic difference in our skin color. Tanned white skin. Very dark brown skin. Then... I pushed the tip of my dick against her pussy entrance and she stiffened beneath me.

"Relax," I whispered. "It will go easier if you relax."

"OK," she replied, in a whisper, as she arched her neck, and shoulder, and focused on my dick. "Go," she commanded.

I anticipated resistance in entering Natisha. After my first thrust, I palmed the mattress beside her, and held my dick with my other hand. I did meet resistance. Just my corona was inside, before it stopped.

"Holy shit," she wheezed. "I'm ready, Mark. I practiced with a dildo before I came here. No more than three pushes and you'll be inside. Then... let me adjust, OK?"

I nodded, as I pushed a second time, and I achieve a little more depth. Natisha was whimpering, in staccato, by now. Then a third thrust and... a fourth thrust and I could feel the top of her pussy.

"Geezus," she wheezed, as she took a firm grip of my lower arms, as I hovered over her. "Ho---ly Fuck," she gasped, as her eyes momentarily rolled back. "You have a freakin' large dick."

Fully inside my tiny lover, within seconds, she was humping her pussy at me. With that signal, I began thrusting. Slowly. Rhythmically. Also, within seconds, Natisha was wheezing with each thrust. Also, within seconds... my dick was gliding effortlessly through her velvety and well lubricated folds.

"So big," she whimpered. "So fuckin' good, too," she wheezed.

Her grips just above my wrists... tight. Her titties flattened slightly against her chest and wiggling gently with my thrusts.

"Oh, fuck," I slurred. "Your tits are beautiful."

"Your dick is beautiful. Can you go faster?"

As I thrust a little faster into my little lover, I saw her eyes swim back into her skull. Whines from her luscious lips in between staccato breaths. Her left hand began twinkling her little clit and within a minute...

"Oh fuck," she squeaked. A staccato breath. She fisted the sheets with her right hand.

"OhMyGod," she whimpered. A staccato breath. She squeezed her right tittie.

"Ho---ly Fuck," she slurred. A staccato breath. "I can feel it cumming, Babe........." In a crescendo yelp... "OhMyGodOhMyGod! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I watched in utter amazement as my new lover stiffened beneath me... Her eyes fell back into her head and stayed there. A sharp, loud howl from her lips, with each orgasmic contraction. I continued thrusting into her tight pussy, despite her attempt to push me out of her pussy, by straightening her legs. Her every muscle, visible to my eyes, became taut. Neck muscles. Arm muscles. Tummy muscles. Leg muscles. Quivering beneath me. Her orgasm...

Lasting a few seconds...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she slurred, as her eyes refocused on me. "What just happened? Come here, Babe."

She arched her back and pulled me into her chest. Kissing me... aggressively. Pulling on my neck and arms... randomly. Mumbling words into my mouth...

"Can you fuck me some more?"

My chest flat against her... my hands cupping the top of her shaggy head... my lips on her lips... I lifted my hips and began thrusting.

"OhMyGod," she whimpered, into my mouth. With my rhythmic thrusts into her tight, slippery pussy... For the next minute...

She whimpered into my shoulder.

She whined into my neck.

She wailed into my ear.

Then... "I feel it cumming!"

She stiffened on me again.

Whining like a girl into my shoulder, as her pussy punished my dick for the effort. In a strangled, slurry whisper...

"I don't want it to stop."

My reply... "Anything for you, Natisha."

I fucked Natisha into three more fantastic orgasms. Her staccato howls in sync with her orgasmic contractions... fantastic. Then... urgently... her command...

"Cum inside of me, Mark. Make me a mother... Please? Will you cum inside of me?"

"I want to cum inside of you, Natisha. Can I flip you over, and do it?"

"Hurry! I want it, Babe! I heard about this!"

I withdrew... On my knees and flipped Natisha onto her tummy. I pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs, pushed my dick into her pussy, leaned forward, put a hand on her hip, the other on the side of her head, and...

"OhMyGod!," she squealed, beneath my huge hand. "I've never done it this way. Fuck me, Mark... Fuck Me!"

And I did.

Arcing my hips and waist and pushing the full length of my dick through her silky folds. For a good minute, I wrestled with the beast within me. I wanted to enjoy my dominance over my tiny lover. Just for a few seconds.

My pubis impacted her tight ass with an echoing crack on my forward thrusts. My weight on her tiny body as I thrust into her.

Her squeals of pleasure reaching the ears of the beast within me. Her screams into her pillow, strengthening the beast to overwhelm me. The sight of her black skin against my white hands... her tiny body beneath me...

"Ho---ly Fuck!" I roared, as the beast began hitting me with a right cross. "Holy fuck," I croaked, as the beast overran my resolve.

Within microseconds... tunnel vision... loss of hearing... loss of vicinity awareness. I managed to continue to fuck my sexy, exotic lover. But just a few thrusts and...

"I'm cumming in your pussy," I croaked.

"I can feel it!" she screamed, from beneath my hand.

My last contraction, I withdrew from her luscious pussy, and fell to her side.

"Ho---ly Fuck," I whispered. "You're amazing, woman."

I could hear Natisha audibly breathing beside me. A few seconds later, I felt her stir. She rolled into my side... on her back. I caught a glimpse of her pawing her pussy and gently squeezing her breast.

"Geezus, Mark," she wheezed. "I expected this. The reviews. I have never... ever... been so well fucked in my life. I never knew I could have multiple orgasms with a man. Holy shit."

Natisha turned into my side and rested her head onto my right shoulder. Her hand grooming the hair on my chest. Her right leg across my belly.

"I read your reviews. I just couldn't image having multiple orgasms, like the other girls. Now I know why."

She wiggled herself onto my chest while still lying beside me. Her super dark eyes piercing mine. Her chin on my chest. Her hand on my cheek...

"You're amazing, Mark. Just like the girls said. And, I can feel you inside me. I just know I'm going to be pregnant tonight."

"You're the one who is amazing, Natisha. Just the sight of you stirred the testosterone inside me. I became a beast. I just had to have you. Damn, you're good lookin'."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm starving and I'm tired. Let's do this again in the morning."

After eating, she hauled my ass back to the bedroom, tossed her robe to the chair and ordered me into bed so she could fall asleep in my arms. Gawd, she felt good in my arms.

Soft. Petite. Warm.

I fell asleep.

*****

Before sunrise.

On my knees and pumping my cock slowly through Natisha's pussy.

One hand on the mattress... the other on her hip.

She's curled into a fetal position below me. One knee bent... the other slightly bent.

Three minutes earlier, I awoke with soft kisses on the back of my neck. Then my chest. Then my lips. Her fingers curled into my long hair.

I groaned a sleepy groan as I rolled onto my back. Immediately, my sexy lover hovered above me. Her soft, gentle lips on mine. Her petite hand on my flaccid dick. Her attempt to rouse my brain and my dick. Her whisper...

"Less than two days, Mark. I need you, OK?"

I made a disgusting sleepy groan from my throat. "Yeah, Baby... Of course... I need to shave though."

"No, Sir. I can handle an unshaved face. I need you inside me, right now." With that...

Natisha began fellating me. Clearly an expert at the task. Slowly, my cock stiffened. Her petite fingers manipulating my balls, as she pulled suction on my corona. A finger teased my perineum. Full aroused... Natisha pulled her lips from my dick...

"Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me good. I wanna cum like I did last night."

Natisha rolled onto her right side... pulling her knees up a little. Her tightly permed curls... scattered across a pillow. I groaned again and rose to my knees. I knee walked to her and pointed my stiff cock at her sideways entrance...

"Fuck me real slow, Mark. I like it slow like this."

"You look very sexy right now. So beautiful." With that, I pushed forward... resistance and a whimper from my lover's lips. Her left hand on my belly to keep me back. I withdrew and pushed again. More whimpers. And again, a push. And... my dick slithered through the entire length of her tiny pussy...

My pubis touched her sexy, perky, black butt cheeks. Her sorrowful drawn out wail, as I completely fill her pussy...

"Ho---ly Fuck." Her hand still on my belly and ragged breaths from her lips. Her eyes swimming back and re-focusing again... twice. She turned her head to me... "You are so deep inside me, right now," she wheezed, then paused. "Really, really slow, Mark. This is my favorite position, OK?"

I answered her by withdrawing slowly, and thrusting forward... slowly. I saw her eyes roll back. Whimpers from her lips... as I continued to fuck her... slowly. She removed her hand from my belly and began teasing her right nipple... squeezing her tittie.

For the next five minutes, I fucked her sideways pussy, as she lay on her side with her legs bent. Slowly I fucked her. Leveraging my weight with my right hand on her left hip. My other hand on the mattress. Pulling four beautiful orgasms from her body. Each orgasmic contraction of her pussy in sync with staccato, high pitched, and sharp howls. Her orgasm...

Semi-violent quaking beneath me. Her pussy punishing my dick with each contraction. I pushed forward and fought both the beast within me, and her tight pussy. Each orgasm lasting just a few seconds.

During Natisha's fourth orgasm, the beast hit me with a right cross and knocked me out. Before I lost my mind... I felt Natisha's pussy... literally... trying to pull cum from my balls.

My eyes rolled back. My toes curled. My muscles stiffened. My vision narrowed to Natisha's sexy profile. Her cute nose. Her full lips. Ho---ly Fuck...

My pelvic muscles contracted. I could feel rope, after rope, after rope, of my cum rake the sensitive nerves inside my pelvis and dick.

"GAWD!" I roared, in a painful, yet euphoric, wail. It took an enormous effort to prevent collapsing onto my tiny lover. My hips... involuntarily jerking... humping... forcing the last remnants of my cum, as deep into Natisha as I could manage.

It seemed like hours, but only seconds to regain my senses. I was heaving for oxygen.

"Holy crap," I croaked. Still inside Natisha... "You really know how to release the beast inside of me." Her whimpering, ragged reply...

"I love your beast. Gawd, Mark. 'Holy crap' is right." She turned her head toward me, hovering above her... "I have never been with anyone like you before. OhMyGod. At first, I thought last night couldn't be any better. You're the real deal, Baby. The girls were right about you."

As my cock began to dwindle inside Natisha's pussy, I saw her eyes roll back with her last word to me. I felt her pussy contract on my dick. I regained my balance and withdrew my dick from her sloppy pussy with a loud slurp. Then, her pussy farted. Loudly. As I left the bed for the bathroom...

"Sorry about that queef."

I furled my brow... "That, what?"

"Queef. My pussy passed gas."

"Hell, I didn't know that. I knew I pumped you full of air, but I didn't know it had a name, except... 'fart.'"

I almost ran to the bathroom as she replied something to me. My bladder was full. Really full. It seemed like an hour as I pissed into the toilet. The noise echoing from the walls. It wasn't long before I felt two petite hands wrap around my waist and join on my belly. Followed with a cheek and tits pressed into my back. With my hand, I pressed her hands against me. My other hand guiding my urine into the toilet.

I find it peculiar, many of the women I've been with these past 10 months, want to be with me as I take a leak in the bathroom. Some even taking my dick and guiding me.

"You're amazing," I heard from behind me. I was still pissing.

"You're amazing, as well, Natisha. You pull the best out of me, you're so good lookin'. I try my best not to let my past lovers pull on my heart. It's hard right now. You're pulling on my heart... right now."

"I know," she whispered, as she continued to hug me from behind. "It's hard not to have strong feelings for someone you just fucked. Especially after you fucked me into tomorrow. I had no idea I could feel the way you make me feel."

I choked my dick to push the last dribble from my tiny slit. Then, I turned and took Natisha into my arms. Damn... she's short. After I kissed her...

"Join me in the shower?"

*****

Just an hour left.

On my side, supported with an elbow... Natisha was scissoring me with her legs and allowing me to dine on her perfect tits.

"I've never done this before," she hissed, in a whisper. "Holy fuck, Mark. Suckin' my nipple and your huge finger inside me. Oh, Gawd, ItFeelsSoFuckin'Good." Her last words... slurred, ending in a hiss.

I slurped on both her little titties. Her hand on the back of my neck... pulling my mouth into her breast. Hissing and whimpering from her lips. A minute later...

"Fuck me, Baby."

"You fuck me, Sexy," I growled.

I managed to untangle myself from Natisha and ordered her to ride me like a horse. Straddling my pubis, it took her five attempts to fully impale herself with my fat cock.

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, as her eyes rolled back into her skull. One hand on my throat... the other on her breast.

"Fuck me, Lover," I ordered. "Fuck me good." After a couple of seconds...

"I can't," she whimpered, as she fell into my chest. Her lips on my ear. "You're so deep. I can't move... it feels so good."

I took both my hands, with open palms, and spanked her tight bottom with a single whack. She squealed... a yeep, is more like it. Her pussy contracted and I felt it.

My arms around her back, I gently began thrusting upward into her pussy.

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, in a whimper. Into my ear.

Over the next two minutes, I had my lover cumming on me, nearly constantly. Only on brief pauses of my thrusts, could she take a breath and tell me she was cumming so hard. Then...

I let the beast out of the cage... willingly. My cum launched from my tiny slit and my eyes rolled back. My toes curled. I squeezed my sexy tiny lover, as my body tensed in euphoria. I groaned...

"I can feel you cumming on me, Lover." Her reply was a strangled whimper... I didn't understand. Then...

"OhMyGod," she choked. "I'm never gonna forget you. I'm never gonna forget this moment." I sensed she was crying.

Her unruly and massive hair pinned back in a shaggy ponytail... she kissed me. A lover's kiss. Still in sexual contact with one another...

We just held each other. I could feel her tears falling from her cheek and onto my shoulders. I was emotional, too. I felt like I didn't want to let her go. Minutes later...

"I suppose I need to get ready," she offered, in a disappointed tone.

"I suppose," I agreed. Also... in disappointment.

I watched Natisha leave our bed, shower, and dress to leave. I received a memorable kiss. And, she was still weeping. Gently... As she left an envelope on the table and passed through the front door.

I would never see her again.

An hour later, Joan called me.

"Wow, Mark. You really did a number on Natisha. Way, way more than the other clients."

"I couldn't help it," I sighed. "She's fantastic. I truly regret not meeting her before this week."

"Really?" I heard on the other end of the line. "Do you think you can move on?"

"I have to," I answered, as I pulled a window curtain aside and looked at the fantastic mountains in the distance. "I can't let my feelings stand in the way of my career. I just... can't allow it."

After my phone call with Joan, I stepped out onto the porch of the cabin and sighed. I had less than two months left on my contract. And...

I was looking forward to it. This job was getting too close to the heart.

Chapter 7

I closed my eyes.

Letting the hot, humid sunshine swallow me.

Just five minutes ago, I left Ms. Nguyen's office with a bonus and a grateful word of "thanks."

"I know you don't want numbers, Steve," she offered, with my real name in 12 months. "But, I need to tell you. You have been the most profitable employee in my business... Ever."

"Thank you," I replied. "I have to admit. This experience is not what I expected when I began this job. I never expected the emotional part of it to affect me. I should've known, because it was tough to leave Nicole. Even if she was nuts, most of the time."

"Yeah," Ms. Nguyen sighed. "Joan has kept me up to date on the ones that became too attracted to you. You seemed to have the mutual attraction."

"I did. Not what I expected." I looked out the window... "I'm looking forward to school, now. I'm hopeful the change will temper my emotions."

"So... not U of H, but Texas Tech," she said, as she left her chair and came to sit next to me in front of her desk.

"Yeah. I want to go there. Because my Dad went there. My brothers went to U of H, and now... I can do something different. Something I've always wanted to do. I've made enough money, thanks to you, to pay for a room on campus, with meals... For the next five years. I've decided to get a masters in Finance."

"And, I know you will." I sensed Ms. Nguyen was about to get emotional, but I also sensed she wasn't gonna to allow it. "I am gonna miss you, Steve. I have enjoyed every moment we've spent together. So..."

She stood from her chair, and I followed. She extended her petite hand in farewell. I took her hand in mine...

"Good bye, Steve Powers. And... I hope you get, what you've always wanted."

"Thank you," I sighed. "For... everything."

*****

I found friends quickly.

I also found women... quickly.

But, I did my best to be a friend to my women friends, instead of a lover. I just couldn't let sex be a distraction to my goals. However...

I had women following me.

Asking me out on dates.

Begging me to come to their house or dormitory. I knew better than that.

Asking me to weekend parties. I knew better than that, too.

My friend... Alex. Down the hall and on the left, stopped by early in our friendship... The first fall semester at Texas Tech...

"What's the deal, Steve?" he began. "I've heard, on more than one occasion, you've been avoiding women. I mean, I've had dozens of women, who now know I'm your friend... and they want to know why you don't want to go out with them. I had three of them ask if you're gay." He looked at me a little funny. "Are you? Gay?"

"I'm not," I croaked, as I stood from my desk and closed my notes and freshman accounting book. It was time for supper. "Let's go eat downstairs. I'll tell you why I'm not dating."

As we walked down the stairs... "Look. I've worked my ass off the last three years and I'm here for an education. On my own dime. I don't want any distractions from my goal to be a banker. That includes women, parties, alcohol, and drugs. I'm not interested in women until I've completed my degrees. Believe me, Alex. I can appreciate a fine lookin' woman. I love tits and ass... same as any man, and I've fucked my share of women, when I was working. But... I can't handle women and my studies... at the same time. It's that simple. I would love to be friends with women on campus, but... I find they have more on their mind than just friendship. Like a relationship. Or, just flat out fuckin'."

"Well," he croaked, as we stepped onto the first floor and turned for the dining hall. "Just so you know, the women are on your ass because you're hot, Steve. That's what I'm being told. Until you start interacting with them, in a different way than you are, they're gonna think you're gay. I'm not kidding. The rumor is already well on its way through campus."

"Fuck," I slurred. "Just what I need. Men coming on to me, now."

Fortunately, I didn't have the men on campus coming onto me. But, I took Alex's point and made my point to be friendly with my fellow female students. Making a point that I had goals and that I was there, not for fun, but to achieve the goals I made when I was seventeen. I did attend off campus parties, but stayed way far away from the beer, booze, and drugs. Often, leaving the party when I saw the drugs appear.

It became more comfortable to speak with the women at the parties. But, I always sensed... most women... were trying to get me to fuck them. I resisted their suggestions to find a place to talk... alone.

It was really awkward when some women would feel me up, and get me to feel them up. Right there during the party. All I could do, was shake my head, and say... "Not tonight. I have an early study group tomorrow morning."

By late October, I had managed to stay out of the panties of some very attractive women. It wasn't easy, believe me. I still crave the aroused aroma of a sexy woman, and a fine pair of titties. And... a juicy ass.

And, by late October...

I stepped out of my business management class and was met by a man in a business suit... standing outside the classroom and looking right at me with a smile. He couldn't have been over 30.

"Mr. Powers, Sir. My name is Richard Willis. I'm an employee of Lauren Nguyen. Could I have a word with you, please?"

"Ms. Nguyen?" I thought I had heard that name for the last time, four months ago. "Yeah? What's the deal?"

"Sir. Ms. Nguyen is down the hall in a conference room. Requesting a word with you. It's true, this is your last class for the day? Correct?"

"It is. Are you telling me Ms. Nguyen is here? In Lubbock? To see me?" I couldn't believe she came to see me.

"Yes, Sir."

"I'll be damn," I whispered. I gently shook my head in disbelief... "OK. Take me to her."

I stepped into the small conference room and Ms. Nguyen stood from the chair... and greeted me with her fantastic, welcoming smile.

"Steve," she cheerfully offered. "It's great to see you again."

"I agree," I replied, as I crossed the room to offer my hand in greeting. "I will always accept a meeting with you."

"Have a seat, Steve. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm in Lubbock, of all places." I heard a note of sarcasm in her voice.

"I am, Ms. Nguyen. The last person I expected to see. I was convinced, when I left The Woodlands, I would never see you again." I took a seat beside her and faced her full on.

Again, her awkward pauses as she looked me in the eye... then...

"Steve... I have an offer to make to you. It will be completely up to you."

"OK. Let's hear it. I will always give you my time to listen."

I sat there for the next ten minutes listening to Ms. Nguyen tell me how her clients... my clients... have persistently requested me to father a second child. Offering any terms I might desire if I will agree to work for her... for another year.

"Steve. I don't blame your clients for requesting another child with you." She looked uncomfortable. "You told me you didn't want to know. But, to emphasize my point... your children are healthy and happy with their families. It only stands to reason, the parents would want another child to be their brother or sister. A true brother or sister."

"Shit," I slurred. I looked out the window of the conference room to see students passing by. "I didn't see this coming."

"I didn't either." Again, her awkward pause. "I came here with no expectations of you, Steve. I fully expect to return to Houston empty handed. But, if I offer you favorable terms. For instance. You may continue your studies. Here in Lubbock. For instance... you attend class, study in the afternoon, and meet with your client in the early evening. Say for... three evenings in a row. For one purpose. To father a child. No frills. No expectations from the client, as they had before. A quiet location. Forget about time to get to know one another. That sort of thing. You just show up. Do your thing, then go home. Come back the next evening. Repeat. And... every 10 to 15 days for your recovery."

"Do my thing," I groaned, as I stood from the table. "Sounds romantic. Crap." I stood there to think a moment. "Just fuck 'em and leave 'em. Is that your proposal? I actually enjoyed getting to know them a little. A joke, here or there."

"I'm trying to accommodate your needs, Steve. You can do this any way you want. Tell me. Are you interested, at least?"

"I'm not certain if I'm interested. I mean, my gut instinct is telling me to walk away from this." I paused to think some more. "I suppose the money will be equally as good."

"It will. You made a little more than a million, before you left. I can promise twice that over the next year," she quipped, with an encouraging smile. "More, if you ask for it."

"May I have a week to consider it? Then, perhaps discuss terms if I'm on board."

"Perfect. May I expect your call in a week?"

"Yeah... I'll call you in a week."

After another handshake, I found myself outside the business building. Breathing in the mid-autumn air. It was warm. The sun bearing down on me and giving me a welcome warmth. Not many students, because classes were in session. Just a few here and there.

I headed over to the student athletic center. To lift a few weights and run the indoor track. I still wanted to maintain my fitness.

And... to ponder the offer I was given. And...

To watch the sexy women, whom happen to follow me to the center, for the last dozen, or more, weeks. In their tight workout clothes. I fear... someday... my resolve will fail and I'll nail one of them. Or...

They'll nail me.

*****

I accepted Ms. Nguyen's offer.

Beginning in December... at the end of the fall semester.

The money... $2.3 million, guaranteed... was too good to turn down. Plus, I would be allowed to attend classes, study, and succeed in my studies. In return... I would have no more than 29 clients within the next year. Not only repeat clients, but new clients as well. Full medical through local doctors and facilities, instead of traveling to Houston.

Ms. Nguyen established a modest home in Lubbock to have the encounters. Fully staffed with housekeeping and chefs. Security, too.

I insisted... Ms. Nguyen devise a protocol to inform clients, and their offspring, of the precautions needed to avoid any incestuous relationships in the future. She cheerfully accepted. That was the one thing that bothered me the most, about this job. I just couldn't bear the thought, that two of my children would fall in love, not knowing they are brother and sister.

I often found myself leaving a late afternoon study session, with my fellow students, to race over to the house to fuck a client. Which was a welcome relief from the tedious routine of college and my studies.

I soon found, Ms. Nguyen encouraged my clients to dress in bikinis. No matter the weather or season. Clients were told, I was stimulated by a woman in a hot bikini. And...

I am stimulated by a hot woman in a hot bikini. The beast within me, loves the sight. There's just something about a bikini that makes a woman irresistibly desirable.

And...

Joan was my New Horizons contact. And again... she made the moon skip across the sky with a wave of her hand, to accommodate my needs.

Over the next 12 months...

I fucked my previous clients...

Claire... Allyson... Lindsey... Júlia... (not Martina)... Cressida... and Natisha. Along with other previous clients... Adele from France... Jesse from Australia... Miriam from England... Bess from Vancouver... Alix from Quebec... Claire from The Netherlands... Jackie from Texas... Madison from Idaho... Alexa from Virginia... Carla from Florida... Lori from Michigan... and...

Many new clients. All of them, American... Patrice. Gwen. Elizabeth. Abby. And others.

I was told, by Joan, I was booked through the following December, within 4 weeks of returning to New Horizons. When the following December arrived...

I looked upon my lover, as I pulled my jeans over my hips. Damn.

I couldn't have been more happy, to end my career with...

Natisha.

Damn, she's sexy.

Still whimpering from her orgasm, I noticed my cum leaking from her pussy. Drooling down her perineum and staining her tiny asshole... and the bed sheets.

Fully dressed, I leaned over Natisha. Nibbled her nipple. Kissed her neck. Gently squeezing her tittie with my hand. Kissed her lips. Caressed her arm and shoulder.

Lying on her back, she wrapped her hands around my neck and returned my kiss. Still breathing ragged breaths during our kiss.

"I can't believe you're really leaving."

"I'm gonna miss you, Natisha. Truly. Of all the women, you... touch me. My soul. My heart."

"Stay, then. I want you, too." Her super dark eyes piercing my inner soul.

I shook my head. I peeled her hands from my neck, kissed her on the lips, and...

Turned toward the bedroom door. I heard her weeping, as I closed the door behind me.

Damn.

*****

I was visiting my parents for Christmas.

Along with my brothers and their families.

The joy. Throwing a baseball again. To my sixteen year old nephew, Joe. An all district, all region, second baseman for The Woodlands High School. He's gonna be great, one of these days. I can feel it.

When I return home, I do my very best to enjoy the experience. Knowing someday, I'll have a family of my own, and they will consume the majority of my time. Joking with my brothers and harassing my sister in laws... in jest. Nieces and nephews demanding my attention. Perfect.

Three days before leaving for Lubbock. I finished brushing my teeth, dressed, picked up my phone, and headed downstairs for breakfast with my mom and dad.

During breakfast, I told my Dad about my plans at Tech. My classes and my plan to attend summer school. And... I was on track to graduate, Summa Cum Laude, after a year and a half of studies.

"I suppose I didn't expect anything else," he smiled. I saw him become a little emotional. "I never imagined my son would follow in my footsteps so closely." He wiped a tear from his eye. "Damn... worked your ass off to pay for it all. Never asked me, or your mother, for anything. Well done, Steve. Well done. No one will give you anything in business. You have to earn it."

"I got your determination and drive, Dad. I can't help it. I just... need to do it."

"And, I know the feeling well. I'm proud of you, Steve. I will always be proud of you."

So... I left my parents' home to return to Lubbock. Feeling great inside my soul.

What I didn't know?

What was waiting for me in Lubbock.

*****

It was cold and windy when I arrived in Lubbock.

Wind from the north at 35 mph... 22F, with snow later in the evening. Forecast... five to nine inches of wind blown snow. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some snacks, food, and drinks for the next three days. I also stopped at a store to pick up some snow boots.

After arriving at my dorm and unloading my belongings, I made for the student athletic center. I didn't know how long it would be before I could return. Because of the weather. An hour later, I returned to my room... showered, shaved, and dressed for supper.

With four of my friends from the second floor, I stepped onto the first floor, made a right turn for the dining hall, and...

"Damn," I wheezed, under my breath.

"No kidding," Tom croaked, as all of us spotted the hot young woman. Smiling. Looking right at me. Standing alone near the entrance to the dining hall. As all of neared...

"Steve Powers?"

Her heavenly voice sounded so familiar.

"I am," I replied, as all of us stopped in unison... a few feet from her. Then, in a microsecond... it hit me like a supernova...

"Joan?"

"I am. We finally meet," she chirped, with her familiar and happy voice. Her smile is about to knock me to the floor. Holy shit.

I swallowed hard. I blinked... twice.

"I... I... don't know what to say. How? Why?"

"Introduce me to your friends," she replied, as she looked over my dorm mates with a sweeping leer.

"Of course, sorry."

I introduced Joan to my friends. Explaining she and I worked together a few months back. I stood there dumbfounded as I watched Joan shake the hands of my friends. Offering each of them her fantastic smile and a happy greeting. As she greeted my friends...

Five-four. Petite. Dark eyes. Long black hair parted on the left side. A heavy off white sweater with a short zipper at the neck, and heavy black leggings. Cute little black snow boots with a black furry trim at the ankle. Damn... she's good lookin'. After the exchange of greetings, Joan turned to me...

"Could you and I have a moment to talk? Perhaps in the lounge over there."

"Of course," I replied. I was still in shock at the beautiful woman in front of me. I turned to my friends and excused myself. My friends croaked a croak of disappointment and continued into the dining hall. As soon as they left, Joan placed her arm inside mine and lead us to the dorm lounge, near the entrance to the dormitory. As we walked toward a nearby seat...

"Took you by surprise, didn't I?" she chirped. Her sexy eyes looking up toward mine. Damn.

"No shit... I thought we..."

"Weren't suppose to meet," she interrupted. "Anonymous, right?"

"Damn straight. Look... I don't know what's going on..."

"Just have a seat, Steve. I'll explain."

As we took separate seats near one another, I couldn't help thinking just how pretty Joan is. On the same level as Natisha. Maybe more so, except she's white. But something was telling not all white. Perhaps Mexican... or Native American. The dark eyes are gonna kill me someday. Silky skin. Absolutely gorgeous looks. A smile that pierces the soul. A petite woman. Not that tall.

Joan also took an awkward pause before she began. The two of us were eyeballing each other. I just couldn't get over the fact I finally met Joan and... man, oh man... what a fantastic surprise. A welcome surprise. A beautiful surprise. I know I was staring awkwardly. Then...

Joan's whisper...

"I got permission."

"What? Permission for what?"

"Ms. Nguyen gave me permission to ask you out on a date."

Those were the last words I expected to hear. I was already at a loss as to why Joan was in Lubbock. Now she's telling me she wants to go out with me. Damn!!!

"You're kidding. You came here to ask me on a date?" I blinked. I couldn't believe my ears. "You could've just called me. What's the deal with just showing up... unannounced?"

"Where's the romance in that, Steve? A phone call for a date? I like the drama, Mr. Powers. I came here to see you for myself and to give you a chance to see me, after these past two years."

"Well, Ms. Joan. You certainly have my attention." Then it hit me. "I'm having a hard time, rationalizing. I can't imagine someone as pretty as you... is still single. You have all night to tell me about that. Classes don't start for two days."

"All night, then. An all night date. I'm all in... all night. And, I'm buying you dinner. Where's a good place to eat in this wind swept town?"

"Spanky's... Just off campus. The food is so greasy, some of it falls to the floor. You have to watch your step."

Again, her fantastic smile and her familiar laugh. I can't get over the thought she's actually here. To see me. Then...

"Get your coat, Steve. My car is just outside."

Twenty minutes later...

I didn't eat much, and neither did Joan. A few fried cheese sticks and fried zucchini. I had water. Joan had red wine... Just one glass, then water.

As we ate...

"I'm here, Steve. For just one thing."

"OK."

She leaned over the table, with her elbows on the table and arms crossed... and tried to whisper over the loud crowd in Spanky's...

"I came here to see for myself."

"See what?"

"To see you... here. And, perhaps in the bedroom."

I blinked. Three times. I regained my senses from the gorgeous beauty sitting across from me.

"I'm not that kind a guy, Joan, although... from where I'm sitting, the offer is very... very attractive." It was then, I noticed several male patrons checking out Joan. So, my assessment of Joan is not unique. They think she's hot, too. Good.

"I figured you would say that." She turned and smiled at some of the men who were looking at her. "I took off two weeks, Steve. To see if you and I could get along. Perhaps... you know. Begin a relationship."

"I'm avoiding..."

"Relationships. Yeah, yeah, I know," she groaned. I saw her roll her eyes at me. "Look. I just want to know if we can become friends. And after two weeks, I'll know."

"Know what?"

"If I want you more than a friend."

"I just said, Joan. I'm avoiding relationships with women. And, you know why."

"Can't you do me just one favor, Steve?" She leaned into the table and pressed her tits against it. Damn. "See me every day for two weeks. Then, after two weeks, lets talk. Have an open mind. I promise, if after two weeks, you're not interested... I leave. And no hard feelings."

"I'll be pretty busy for the next two weeks."

"I'll walk you to class, then. Eat together in the dining hall. I'll hang out when you're studying. I just want to be around you.... for two weeks."

"You're something, else, Joan. A super-hot woman intercepts me for dinner and wants to go out with me." It was my turn to lean into the table... "I've turned down dozens of offers from hot women on this campus. But the difference now is... I know you, and... you're ten times hotter than the hottest woman here. And that includes Natisha."

"I'm hotter than Natisha? Seriously?"

"Yeah, you are. And further... you're tearing down my resolve, right now. I came here for a career, and you're the only one who has me questioning my choice."

"Steve... I would never let you give up your career. It's part of the reason I'm here. I want you to achieve your goals. I just want to know if I can be part of your goals... and your life. I'm just asking for two weeks. No sex. Just companionship. For two weeks."

"No sex, huh. Not even a kiss. Because, I'm aching for one right now."

"Perhaps later," she quipped, as she leaned back into her seat. "I'm serious, Steve. I came here to find out if you and I could be together. I wouldn't have come here if I didn't think I had a chance with you."

"I don't know anything about you, Joan. How could you know?"

"Because... I have read all of your reviews for the past two years. That's how I know. As for me... I'm here to get to know you and for you to get to know me. If you're willing."

"My resolve is breaking down by the second, Joan. If you're interested in me, you've got to help me continue my ambitions. My goals. It's a deal killer if you can't accept my ambitions. My priorities."

"Again, that's why I'm here, Steve. I admire your ambitions. Your goals. Its attractive to me. You're attractive to me."

I leaned back into my seat and looked around. Again, many men in the restaurant were giving Joan a good lookin' over. Hmm. I looked back to Joan. Damn, she's pretty. Those eyes and that smile are gonna kill me one of these days.

"OK," I relented. "Two weeks. You and I will hang out together. No sex, though. I'm afraid if that were to happen, I'm done for. Damn, you're good lookin'."

"Thank you. And... so are you, Steve Powers."

Joan took me back to the dorm and told me she was staying at the Overton Hotel. Just a few blocks from my dormitory. Asking me to have breakfast with her in the morning. Also, promising me, she would tell me everything about herself over the next two weeks.

And... promising me a kiss before breakfast.

Dang.

I couldn't sleep well. Tossing and turn. Having difficulty getting Joan out of my head. And... because the guy next door to me was banging his girlfriend... again.

The next morning, I showered, shaved, dressed for snow flurries and walked to the Overton. From the lobby, I called Joan. And again...

She didn't disappoint. Her fantastic smile greeted me when she exited the elevator. Again... wearing a warm light blue sweater, unzipped at the neck, black leggings, and the same cute black snow boots. As I crossed the lobby to greet her... dang she's tiny. A petite woman. Slender neck and shoulders. Her long black hair over her shoulder, on one side, and caressing the front of her sweater. As we met...

She took me into her arms and I naturally took her into mine.

"Now's the time for that kiss," she whispered, as she drilled her sexy eyes into my brain. "Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah," I groaned. "I was up all night, last night, thinking about this moment."

"I'll try not to disappoint," she whispered, as she wrapped both arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and kissed me.

Soft. Gentle. Perfect. She tapped my lips with the tip of her tongue and I let her in. Again...

Perfect. A gentle, soft kissing duel began. An exploration to know one another. Yeah... Perfect. We broke our kiss after a few seconds.

"Wow," I whispered, just millimeters from her lips. "Perfect first kiss."

"I agree. It was perfect. Let's hope this is a wonderful start to getting to know one another."

Joan tried to leave my grasp, but I denied her... "I'm gonna need another kiss before the end of the day. OK?"

"I promise."

As we ate in the hotel dining room... I found out...

She had been married.

"It was stupid, when I think back on it," she began, as she sipped her latte. "We were together since we were 16 and got married after high school graduation. We got along just fine until we began living together. We were poor, with no working skills and always looking for a better job. Because we had no money, we always fought because of it. We were living in a crappy apartment that I thought was too much." She shook her head and looked out the hotel window. "It wasn't even a year. Bill and I decided it wasn't going to work. So... we divorced and went in opposite directions."

"So, you have a regret," I offered. "Who doesn't have one. I don't know anyone who hasn't made a bad choice. Many over a lifetime."

"I know. But Bill is still a good memory in high school. I suppose I expected it to continue, and it didn't." She smiled at me. "Now," she quipped. Pointing a finger at me like a magic wand. "You, right here. Are a fantastic memory I won't soon forget."

"Thank you," I offered. Then I pointed a finger to her... waving it like a magic wand... "I won't soon forget you, either."

"Really? You're not just being polite."

"Really, Joan. The more I'm around you, the more I'm liking you."

"Thank you." She sipped her coffee again, as she peered over the cup at me. Damn sexy eyes. "I can see why Ms. Nguyen chose you. She's always looking for good lookin' men. They're easy to find, though. Her problem has always been finding them with ambition, common sense, and smarts. You know... you made a fortune for her. No one before you even came close."

"I figured, after she asked me to come back. I'm just a middle class man who grew up in a working family. I don't ever want my looks, or ambitions to go to my head and then I become an asshole."

"That won't happen, Steve. Trust me. I've seen many men come and go through Ms. Nguyen. You're the one who stands alone at the top."

I nodded.

She set her coffee down and picked up a slice of bacon. Leaning toward me against the table... "Steve... I'm gonna spill all I have about me, in the hopes you and I have a chance. I'm not here for your money, despite the fact, I have a pretty good idea you made over $3 million in two years. I have no interest in your wealth. My interest is love. Companionship. Something I've longed for... for too long. You aren't the only man I've tried to form a relationship. There's been many. And, I've failed. Or... we just weren't meant for each other. I'm holding out promise with you. But, I have come here without high expectations, because of the past. All I can offer is myself. At face value." She paused and looked out the window. Then, her sexy eyes again... "Steve..."

Her face turned serious. Almost melancholy.

"I'm 24 years old. I want someone so much. I'm lonely, Steve. I know I can be a good wife to someone. I just need to find an equally good husband. To share my life with. To be a part of another's life."

I leaned forward... my elbows on the table and arms crossed... and whispered...

"You're off to a great start, Joan. Let's give it a shot. Your looks alone are enough for me to be interested. Not counting I've worked with you for two years. I already know your smart and creative."

"Thank you," she whimpered. I thought she was gonna cry. Then... "Oh... and there's another thing about me you need to know."

I arched an eyebrow for a response...

"My name is Rachel."

*****

After breakfast, we sat next to each other on a couch... in the hotel lobby. After a few minutes of small talk about the snow, I looked down and I took her hand into mine. Petite. Soft. Silky. Feminine. My huge hand was dramatic against her tiny hand. She seemed to relax and gave me her smile.

Yeah. I'm feeling it. A sort of... connection? A sense of happiness to be with another?

"So... tell me about New Horizons. How'd that happen?"

"Oh," she giggled. "That. Well..." I saw her demeanor change. To happiness. She scooted into my side, put her left arm into my right arm, and held my hand. And pressed her sweater covered tits into my arm. A fantastic feeling to have a warm soul get under my skin.

"I had this crappy job at a medical clinic. Just barely above minimum wage. Filing medical records... processing credit cards... organizing receipts and expenses. I knew nothing about computers and I had to learn the software on the job. I hated it." She nuzzled into my side and I turned toward her... a little... to get her to come a little closer.

"The patients were rude and impatient. Especially when the cheap ass credit card reader wouldn't work."

"Cheap ass... I like it," I quipped. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled.

"Then... your favorite person... and mine... You know who... walks in to dispute a bill she received for... you know why," she giggled. She winked at me.

"You were working at the clinic? The one where I went in The Woodlands?"

"Not that one," she replied. "Since then, Ms. Nguyen has changed clinics. But that clinic is the one she was using when I worked there. Anyway... to make a long story short, I was the one who made the mistake on the billing. Ms. Nguyen pointed out the error and I looked up some records to verify the mistake. The next thing I know, she's eyeing me like she wants to take me home."

"Holy crap," I slurred. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not," she chuckled. "I apologized for the mistake and gave her a new invoice. Later, she complimented me on my efficiency to correct the error and asked me how long I had been working at the clinic. Before I knew it, she offered me a job."

"Wow. How old were you?"

"Nineteen. I've been at New Horizons for almost 6 years. But, that's not all, Steve. I promised you everything... Right? So... here goes." She snuggled into me some more. Looking me right into the eye... In a lowered tone...

"I was Lauren's lover for almost a year."

My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say.

"Wow. I didn't see that coming." I truly was surprised.

"Please don't tell anyone, OK? We were secret lovers. No one knows except you. You have to keep it a secret, right?"

"I will. And... then..." I drew out my last word.

I saw Rachel close her eyes and hum in her throat. Then, she looked at me with those fantastic eyes...

"You know how beautiful Lauren is, right?" I nodded. "Well, Lauren was so helpful, kind, and patient, even when I made a mistake. Always encouraging me. And, she always dresses sexy, yet professional. She's so pretty. Then... one day... she was looking over my shoulder while I was making lodging arrangements for a client. I don't know what came over me, Steve. But, I kissed her. Right there in my work cubicle. It was a quick kiss. I immediately apologized. But, she stood upright, smiled to me with that soul melting smile she has, took a post-it note and wrote an address on it. Then, she winked at me. Then she said... '6 o'clock, for dinner.'"

Then, Rachel let go of me, turned, and faced me...

"What are you thinking... right now?"

"I'm thinking I want the rest of the story," I croaked.

"You're going to keep it a secret, right?"

"I promise. And then what happened?"

Rachel sat back... leaned into my shoulder... her arm inside mine... Her head resting on my shoulder.

"It was romantic. I mean... candlelight... fine china, and glasses. Starched napkins. We didn't talk about work. She was polite and I did my best... not to be nervous. After dinner, Lauren asked me to dance. The soft music was piped into every room. It was the first time I ever danced with a woman. You know... in each other's arms. It was slow dancing. She rested her head on my shoulder and told me how wonderful I was. My heart was really beating hard. There was a time I thought it would jump from my chest. After a few dances... She kissed me. It was soft and brief. And..." Rachel looked at me... "I kissed her. Within moments we were kissing and pawing at each other. I couldn't believe how my body was reacting. Lauren pulled me into another kiss... then, she asked if I want to... you know. Go with her to the bedroom. And, I did."

I could feel my dick twitch in my jeans.

"I made out with a woman for the first time that night, Steve. And... it was wonderful. After a few minutes with her in her bed, it felt so natural. She is so sexy. So soft. She... well, she made me feel like a woman. And she taught me how to make her feel good. But after a few months, I began to have second thoughts. I really enjoyed being with Lauren, but I wasn't comfortable with the relationship. A lover's relationship with a woman. I told her what I'm telling you, and she understood. The breakup was seamless. Lauren treated me like nothing ever happened. With respect and professional. And, soon... I had her trust. She gave me a chance to manage her employees and clients. Not once did our past relationship come between us. It still hasn't."

"I'm a little disappointed you didn't mention the juicy parts of this story." I groaned in my throat and Rachel heard it.

She began laughing and tugged on my arm some more.

"Now," I snipped. "I recall, speaking with you on the phone about going off the reservation... to hook up with some flight attendants... Remember?"

"Oh, do I remember," she softly howled, with a wide smile on her lips. Damn, her lips are sexy. I continued...

"You told me you wanted in on the deal, along with two boyfriends. I want to know about that deal." I gave Rachel a faux look of anticipation.

"I was messing with you, Steve," she quipped. "There were never any boyfriends and I certainly didn't have any multiple partners. Ever. What were you thinking when I told you I wanted to do your hook ups, with my boyfriends."

"I was thinking... you really know how to have fun."

We both laughed.

We had lunch together at the hotel dining room. She told me more about herself, and I did the same. Rachel is the only child of a single mother. She doesn't know her father, because he left when she was a baby. Her mother works at a dry cleaning shop... and is a seamstress and tailor... and very good at it.

She also has a degree from U of H... business management. She took online courses and Ms. Nguyen paid for the tuition. After lunch...

"I'm going back to the dorm. I have laundry to do. Afterwards, I'll come back here. I'll buy you dinner. "

"I'll come with you," she chirped.

I looked outside and the snow was getting pretty deep. And the flakes were coming down relatively hard. The wind was blowing.

"Are you sure? It's pretty damn cold out there. I walked over from the dorm."

"I'm not gonna let a little snow and cold, stop me from being with you. Let me get my coat and gloves, and I'll be back in a few minutes. Besides... I want to see your room."

I watched her cute ass wiggle in those tight leggings as she left for the elevators. Sexy... and hot. When she returned, wearing her coat and gloves...

"I felt your eyes burning my ass, after I left, Steve. Did you get a good look?"

"I did," I croaked. "How did you know I was watchin' your ass?"

She turned and pointed to some ornamental glass, near the dining hall...

"I saw your reflection, dude." She turned to me. Threw her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and kissed me. A quick kiss. Her whisper... with her lips just millimeters from mine...

"You like my ass?"

"I do."

"I've been working on my ass for a year now. With a personal trainer."

"He's done a good job."

"She's..." Rachel emphasized. "Done a good job."

"She has."

"I did it for you, Steve. My ass. I've been planning this trip for almost a year."

"I'm glad you have," I whispered, into her lips. I kissed her again. "You're beginning to tug on my heart strings."

*****

The next two weeks were wonderful.

As promised, Rachel walked me to class. Holding my hand and many times, my arm. She and I were getting attention, too. All those women I rejected, were now wondering who Rachel was.

We ate together in the dormitory dining hall. I paid for all her meals. And, she was getting attention from the men in the dorm.

When I took our dirty plates and silverware to the dining hall staff, I turned to find Rachel standing and speaking with a guy I'd seen on occasion. A good looking guy at that. She was smiling and appeared to be in lively conversation. Then... she looked at me... and pointed. He looked at me, too. I hope this isn't going to be awkward. The dude was equally as big as me.

I introduced myself to him and he said he lived on the fourth floor of the dorm. It was then, Rachel put her arm inside mine and pulled herself into me, very close. Then...

"It was nice to meet you, Blake. Steve and I have plans for the evening... and for tomorrow."

I shook Blake's hand and left with Rachel to return to my room...

"What the hell did he want?" I groaned.

"He invited me to a party."

Stunned... I stopped at the foot of the stairway and faced Rachel... "That was pretty damn fast."

"Tomorrow night," she quipped, as she tugged on my arm to ascend the stairs. "Steve... I would never go to a party with a stranger. Besides... I told him I would love to go with my boyfriend."

I stopped us both in the middle of the stairwell... "Boyfriend? You told him, boyfriend?"

"I did," she snipped. "You're my boyfriend for at least another week. Then, I'll decide if I keep you or not."

"Keep me," I slurred, as we began climbing the stairs.

"Take me to the party, Steve. I want everyone to know I'm with you."

I stopped at the landing of my floor and turned to face my...

Girlfriend.

I nodded my head... then, I grinned...

"As boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Yeah," she chirped in reply. "It'll be fun."

"You know. This is a first for me, Rachel. I have this feeling I have never had before."

"What is it?" She arched her eyebrows.

"That I actually have someone. A woman, that I am actually proud to show off. I can't believe how quickly you have gotten under my skin. You're living there right now. Is it vain, that I want to be seen with you? Socially?"

Rachel stepped in front of me... stood on her toes and threw her arms around my neck. My hands on her back. Her lips just millimeters from mine...

"It is vain, Steve," she slurred, against my lips, as I had her in my arms. "Because, I want to be seen with you, too."

That kiss. The kiss we shared. Right there on the second floor of my dormitory...

Fantastic.

The next night, we went to the party. A house a few blocks south of the campus.

It was entertaining to see the women who tried so hard to take me home with them, to see Rachel holding my hand and arm. It didn't take long for Rachel to begin conversations with a lot of the women at the party.

It did feel a little odd. I'm 23 and Rachel is 24. Hanging out with students who were 18 to 22. Although... there could be a grad student present. Hmm.

As Rachel chatted up the girls at the party... All I could do was go get a bottle of water for me and a plastic cup of red wine for Rachel. I did overhear one of Rachel's conversations...

"Yeah, Steve is my boyfriend. But, just until Tuesday. After that, I'll decide if I want to keep him."

Addi... A woman... in the past... who was persistent with me in going home with her... Addi said in reply... in a lowered tone over the conversations nearby...

"Honey. If you don't want him, I'll take him off your hands." She moved in close to me and drilled her sexy hazel eyes into my brain. "What do you say, Steve? Rachel leaves you behind. How 'bout me? I promise. I'll make it worth your time."

"Addi, there's no doubt you and I could have lot's of fun. And, I've told you, more than a few times, you're a sexy woman. But... as I've said in the past... I'm..."

"I know what you've said," she snapped. She turned to Rachel. "He's told you the same thing, girl? That his career is more important than a desirable woman."

"He has," Rachel quipped, with a cute smile on her lips. "You see, I've known Steve for two years. Before he moved to Lubbock. I've seen his dedication, and..." She leaned in close to Addi... "That's why I'm attracted to him. Along with his insane hotness. I'm the kind of person who can wait on a man like Steve. To complete his goals and then, he can be all mine. If..." She emphasized. "I decide to keep him... on Tuesday." She winked at Addi.

We were there for about 40 minutes... then...

Rachel intentionally made out with me on the couch. Going so far as to straddle my lap on her knees and kiss me. Pushing her pussy against my half aroused dick, while I cradled her back and neck in my hands. I could feel the eyes on us. I took a quick peek with one eye while kissing Rachel. Three good lookin' women, I had seen in the past, were looking at us. With their arms crossed and hips cocked. One of them even sat on the couch near us and watched us make out.

And... another couple across the room in the chair, who were doing the same as Rachel and me. As for Rachel, I had a very hard time focusing on our kiss because she was pushing herself against my dick. She also had some ragged breathing to go with it. My hand got tangled in her hair on the back of her head. I began breathing heavily, too. The kiss was insane. I really wanted to get my hands up Rachel's light weight sweater and check out her tits. I feared the making out would soon turn into something else with Rachel... but...

Fortunately... or unfortunely... the drugs appeared. I could smell the weed and I told Rachel we had to leave. Without any word of protest, Rachel hopped off my lap, pulled my hand to stand and lead the way out the door. As we navigated to the front door... I saw coke, weed, and pills being passed around. On the way to the six year old Silverado I bought when I moved to Lubbock...

"Rachel. You're something else, you know it?" I offered, with a faux attitude.

"Yeah? About what?" she quipped, as she held my arm ever closer to her side... as we walked together on the sidewalk towards my truck.

"If we were there much longer, I think my dick would've burst the zipper on my jeans. You're that hot, woman."

"I would've loved to see that, boyfriend," she cheeped. She stopped both of us there on the sidewalk, threw her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and put her lips next to mine. My arms around her... "I've been aching to see that thing of yours for two years."

She then gave me an aggressive kiss. Pressing her body against mine. Whimpering in her throat as we dueled in our kiss. My fist tangled in her hair at the back of her neck.

"Take me back to the hotel, Steve," she slurred into our kiss. "Before I fuck you right here on this stranger's lawn."

Two days before Rachel planned to return to Houston...

I turned from my finance notes... and my desk... and watched Rachel organize my shirts and jeans in my closet. Clicking her tongue against her teeth, in annoyance, as she did it.

"I've been here for over a week and I can't stand to see this any longer," she snipped, without looking at me, while she shuffled clothes in my closet.

"Everything in that closet is clean, Rachel. My dirty clothes are over there in the corner."

"I know it," she snapped, and leered at me. "It looks like a man did it. You could at least put those dirty ones in a basket and out of sight. And... there's mud still on these boots in the closet." She hard stared me down, as she was pointing to the floor of my closet. Then, she turned back to organize my jeans.

"Wow," I whispered, just enough for Rachel to hear me. "Is this what I can expect if I ask you to stay?"

Rachel looked at me from over her shoulder. I could already see she was becoming emotional.

"You want me to stay?" she softly asked. A tiny hint of quiver in her voice.

"I do," I replied, as I stood from my desk. "Admittedly, Rachel... I had my mind set on avoiding women while I was here at Tech. And, I've done a good job at it. I wanted no distractions. Even after you arrived, I was still certain I would send you away."

I walked across my room, looked down, and took her hand. Then, to her eyes. Damn, she's good lookin'.

"I never realized, just how much I needed someone, until these past two weeks." I squeezed her hand. "Rachel... I've come to expect you to be near me. It's a wonderful feeling to see you. To admire everything about you. To know you have me in your thoughts. I have you in my thoughts. Constantly."

"Oh my, God, Steve," she squeaked. "You're gonna give me a chance? To be with you?"

"No," I replied. "I'm asking you to give me a chance. To be with you."

She put a hand to her mouth and began crying. Dipping her chin, as she choked on her tears. "Oh my, God," she repeated, several times in a whimpering tone. Still crying...

"Steve... I'll do anything to keep you. Just tell me. I'll help you anyway I can with your goals. I promise. I believe in you."

"I believe in you, Rachel. If we stay together, it will be a rough road. For both of us. And, I want our trials to be hand in hand with one another. I have never... in my life been so impacted by another, as I have been with you. And, it has taken only two weeks. You prance into my life, unexpectedly, and within days, it seems so natural for me to be with you."

I pulled Rachel into my arms. Her moist eyes looking up to me...

"I think I'm falling in love with you. And, I hope I do."

"Oh my, God," she whimpered. She cried into my shirt.

"Kiss me, Rachel."

She pushed me away and looked at the floor...

"I can't," she whined. "I'm crying and I can't stop it. My nose is running, and its gross."

I took her into my arms as I...

"Cry in my arms, Rachel. I will always hold you when you cry."

*****

"I have a boyfriend, Mama."

I was not going to achieve any studies tonight. It would have to wait. For an hour, I sat at my desk and endured Rachel speaking with her mother. And with... Lauren Nguyen.

"Here," Rachel chirped, as she handed me her phone. "Lauren wants to talk to you."

"Good," I faux snapped. "I have a few things I would like to say to her." As I put the phone to my ear...

"You could've given me warning, Rachel was coming here."

"And where is the romance in that, Steve?"

"I suppose there isn't any. Still... she mowed me down with her good looks, charm, quick wittedness, and happy self."

"Steve," Lauren paused. "Rachel has long looked for a companion. And when she asked if she could come see you, I promptly agreed. You need her, Steve. More than you know right now. She will support you in any endeavor you pursue. She will love you, passionately. She will follow you, where ever you go. All she asks in return, is your love. Your companionship. Your affections. Your respect for her. She wants to be your equal. Your partner. Your rock, when times are not so good. You will never, ever find a woman who can love you, like she will love you. I've known Rachel for 6 years. You won't find a better woman to share your life with."

I looked at Rachel. She was so happy. I gestured to her to come to me. I pulled her into my lap, and she put an arm around my shoulders.

"You know, Lauren. I was thinking just that... before I asked Rachel to stay."

After I hung up the phone and placed it on my desk, Rachel left my lap, straddled my legs while I sat, took my face into her hands, and... her lips just millimeters from mine...

"I will do anything to keep you."

I nodded. She continued...

"And, you must do anything to keep me."

"I will. I promise."

"You also have to court me, Steve. To show me that you really want me."

"Stay with me, Rachel. I want to know you so much more than I do now. In less than two weeks, you've reached into my chest and touched my heart. I want to touch your heart."

Weeping again, she kissed me. Her tears dripping from her cheeks onto mine.

"I'm so happy," she mumbled into my lips. "Thank you."

*****

In the loading area in front of the hotel...

Rachel was on her toes. Her arms around my neck. Her fingers inside my long, thick hair. Her lips on mine. My arms around her... pulling close into my body. A warm feeling in my heart, as I gently dueled with Rachel's lips and tongue. My mumble into her lips...

"When I come to Houston, this weekend, I better not find any boyfriends hanging around."

Rachel giggled into my lips.

"OK... No boyfriends," she quipped. "I'm so happy, Steve. I can't wait to be with you again. I'll pick you up at the airport."

For the first time in memory, my heart felt heavy as I closed the door to Rachel's Honda Civic. I held her hand through the car window. My heart... Felt heavy because of a woman leaving me. I couldn't believe how much I wanted Rachel in such a short time.

But, I was also excited. Knowing I would see her, in just three days. I watched Rachel's car leave the hotel and disappear around the corner. Then...

My phone rang.

The caller ID...

I chuckled out loud...

"You've been gone three seconds, Rachel," I faux growled.

"I know. I just wanted to say... I'll miss, Steve."

"Oh, God. I miss you, too."

As I walked back to campus, my heart was beating a different beat. Because of a woman. Because of a special woman. Never have I felt that beat before today. I like the feeling.

In less than half a day, Rachel arranged to work remotely from Lubbock, with Lauren. She found an apartment to share, on Facebook, with three other women, just across University Avenue from my dorm... a short walk. The women were students at Tech. She also booked me a flight to Houston. I would help her move to Lubbock and drive back with her.

I had high hopes. Hopes to achieve my long, held goals. And... to fall in love with a beautiful, happy woman.

*****

Rachel had a hard time adjusting to Lubbock, that Spring semester.

The wind blows... often. Often... very hard.

In the spring, before cotton planting, and sometimes in the fall, winter, and summer...

The wind picks up dirt from the fallow cotton fields for miles around Lubbock. The sky can turn to a brown, dusty haze. Dirt gets into cars, leaks in the windows and doors of homes and apartments, and it's difficult to walk from class to class. I often have to wash my face in the men's room before class begins.

One time, when I came to Rachel's apartment to see her...

"I hate this town," she seethed. "I have cleaned this place twice today, and the dirt keeps coming inside. It never stops!"

She ran her finger across the coffee table and dirt stuck to her finger... she showed it to me. I looked down at the finger trail she left on the coffee table. I agree... it was bad. I went to one of the windows in the living room. Dust on the window sill.

"I suppose when they built these apartments back in the early 2000's, they skimped on the window sealant." I turned to face her. "My dorm room is nasty, too. I checked it out... My dorm was built in the 1930's. That's 90 years ago." I continued... "Look... all this wind can create static electricity. And it sticks to us. Makes us cranky and short. Take lots of baths and showers, Rachel... It'll help make you feel better."

She hissed at me in reply, as she shook her head in disgust.

It was a good semester. One... I was doing well in class. As well as I had done in the previous semesters. Two... Rachel and I... well... we spent as much time together as we could. My place. Her place. Movies at her place. Cuddling on the couch. Dang. Is she ever getting under my skin and staying there.

We attended Tech basketball games, together. Both men and women basketball. Baseball games, too. When the dirt wasn't blowing!

Baseball was the sport I played in high school. And... two of the Tech players recognized me. Telling me they had seen me play for The Woodlands Highlanders when they were kids.

"Great," I groaned. Rachel just laughed at me.

Yeah. I'm a 23 year old sophomore in college and my girlfriend is 24.

Rachel and I spend a lot of time taking walks on campus. Hand in hand. Sitting on benches and cuddling. Discussing... us. The more I was with Rachel, the more I was convinced she was the one. The one I could love... forever.

Rachel...

Kind. Considerate. Loyal. Loving. Soft in my arms. Her luscious lips. Her fantastic kissing. Insanely hot looks. When she looks at me with her smile and happy face, my heart melts in her hands.

During that semester, Rachel and I never did it. You know. My thing inside her thing. She insisted, because...

"I haven't decided to keep you, yet," she would say, with a faux quip. Always followed with a sassy giggle. Also telling me, she had given herself to other men she thought would be worthy of her love. But, she had been mistaken. They loved her, then left her. She was now more cautious with her love, but she was telling me she was certain I was worthy of her affections. I was beginning to think so, too. She was really getting under my skin. I was, for the first time, thinking of her often. Very often.

Although Rachel and I never did it... there were some close calls during some heavy kissing at her apartment. I did manage to get her top off... once... and enjoy the breast flesh. Her tits were nice. They filled my huge hands and her light brown nipples were firm nubs. She wouldn't let me kiss or suck them, though. Again...

"I haven't decided to keep you, yet."

She would let me squeeze her firm nipples, though. Which sent her into ragged breathing. Her fingers... helping my fingers... squeeze her nipples. Hard. As her tongue was darting around in my throat, while we kissed.

Several times, Rachel got herself off by pushing me on my back... lying on me... kissing me... pushing her tits against my chest... and rubbing her panty covered pussy against my underwear covered cock. Humping me. Dry humping me. As she worked her little clit into a frenzy, she softly howled into my lips, neck, and chest. Howling louder into my neck, when her orgasm nearly shook the life out of her.

The first time Rachel handled my dick...

"This thing is nearly perfectly round. I've never seen one shaped like a thick, round handle." It was a little weird. Rachel holding my dick in her small hand and inspecting it with interest.

In return for her cumming, she jacked me off with her petite hand. No blowjobs. Just handjobs. Aided with a little JoJo lube. When I went off, she swiped the cum from my legs and underwear, and slurped her fingers with a loud pop from her lips. Once, she let me cum on her tits. Again, it was hot to see her swipe her tits and offer my cum to her lips with her fingers.

Also, on several occasions, Rachel let me finger her. After the first time, I think she liked my huge fingers inside her. It was fantastic to see her go off when I rubbed the front of her pussy just right.

"I can't believe I haven't let you fuck me," she whispered, after one of our make out sessions. "Your cock is freakin' huge. Every time we do this, my resolve is tested, Steve. I want nothing more, than to have you inside of me, right now. But, I'm determined to wait until I want you, and you want me. Forever. I'm determined, Steve. Just like you're determined with your career... I'm determined to make absolutely sure, you're the one. And, I'm the one for you."

She also told me... from the very beginning of our relationship, that she wasn't on birth control. That if we did the deed, a baby would soon follow. And... it nearly happened once. In my dorm room.

Rachel was ovulating and the aroma from her pussy was driving me insane, as she aggressively rubbed her little clit against my hard dick... While lying on top of me.... howling into my neck and shoulder. Again, with our underwear on. It was so maddening...

"Shit!" I roared, as I tossed her aside and left the bed. "Fuck, Rachel. Damn it. I had to stop it, woman. Any longer and I'd have taken you against your will. Fuck!"

I paced the floor near the door. Trying my best to wrestle the beast inside me... back into its cage. I turned to see Rachel rubbing her pussy... viciously... with both hands... and whining and growling in her throat. Then... her orgasm racked her body into the fetal position. She howled into the pillow with each contraction. It was beautiful. And I was there with my cock about to explode. My balls aching to relieve their load. Fuck! After her orgasm subsided, she hopped out of bed, her titties wiggling seductively to me, and took me into her arms. Kissing me. Softly. Pressing herself into my body. My blood was boiling.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'm sorry I've done this to you," she whispered, into my lips. "I promise, though. When the time comes. It will be perfect. For both of us."

And... we managed. Together. To keep our sexual passions for one another in check. How? I don't know. But. With each day. My physical desire for Rachel was becoming difficult to control. And, as a result. My love for her grew.

*****

I came over to see Rachel... two weeks before Spring finals...

She was in her bedroom. Working. Speaking with a client about... something. Her door was closed for privacy. I sat in the living to wait and Stacy, her roommate, sat next to me and smiled.

"You know... Rachel's madly in love with you."

"I do. And, I am in love with her."

"Good. You also know, the two of you are hot, together. Really hot. You're both a beautiful couple."

"Thank you. I do agree... Rachel is hot."

Stacy's eyes were inspecting me... "I swear, your hair looks just like Timothée Chalamet."

"I have been told that... on many occasions. Rachel has mentioned, several times, about cutting it. In a more business appropriate style. You know... short on the sides and back. She thinks I'll look even 'hotter,'" I chuckled.

Stacy gave me a critical eye, and a few head tilts... "She might be right." Then, Stacy scooted a little closer, and for a second there, I thought she was going to hop into my lap... in a whisper...

"When Rachel first came here... you know, to live here, she looked familiar. You know, like someone famous."

"Really? I never thought that," I replied.

"Yeah. I just couldn't put my finger on it. There for a while, it was driving me nuts. But, just a few days ago, I was telling one of my friends, that it was buggin' me. She asked for a photo of Rachel, looked at it, and... she said Rachel looks like Linda Ronstadt."

"Who?" I had no idea who that was.

"Yeah, right? I said the same thing. Anyway, my friend... Emily... pulled up some photos of Linda on her phone... There's an eerie similarity... Rachel, and this woman."

My curiosity was now pulling on my thoughts. I pulled my phone from my pocket, and looked for myself...

"Yeah, that's her," Stacy blurted, as she pointed to a photo on my phone. "When she was young, back in the 60s and 70s. She's much older now. See, that one is a current photo. And, that photo there? It's the same one on a CD cover at my parent's house. That's why I just knew, Rachel looked like someone I had seen before."

"It is similar," I mumbled. "Both of these past photos do look a lot like Rachel. But, I think Rachel's face is a little more slender. Her lips are little more fuller. Especially the top lip."

Right then, Rachel popped out of her room with a huge smile on her face, and then I saw Rachel leer toward Stacy...

"What are ya'll doing?" she asked, as she crossed the room. Stacy spoke up...

"You know... I couldn't figure it out, until now, but you look just like..."

"Linda Ronstadt," my girlfriend croaked. "Yeah, yeah... I've been hearing that since I was a teenager." She sat next to me and looked at my phone... "I've seen those for a long time." She leaned forward and looked across me toward Stacy... "Do you mind, Stace? A little alone time with Steve?"

"Sure. And... Steve told me about you wanting to cut his hair. I think it would look hot, if he cut it."

Stacy leaped from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. I turned to Rachel...

"It's true. The Ronstadt thing. Not exactly, but damn close."

"Stop looking at Linda and look at me," she faux snarled. "I have news."

I arched my eyebrows as I set my phone on the couch...

"I made us reservations."

"To where?"

"Montana."

I blinked... twice. "Montana... uh, where... when?"

Rachel put her arm inside mine, and pulled in close... pressing her fantastic titties into my arm... "The same cabin where you like to go. You know, where the fishing is so good."

I turned in my seat to face my girlfriend... a smile slowly crept onto my lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" she chirped. "Right after your finals, and before summer school starts in June. I'm absolutely sick of this dirty town. I have to get away, Steve. Plus, I have never been to the cabin in Montana, and I knew you loved it because you kept asking me to stay a few days after your jobs. I've never seen the mountains. You told me it's a romantic place."

Then... a thought hit me...

"Umm... I've done a few women there, Rachel. You don't have a problem with that?"

"No," she whispered, as she put her lips on my cheek. She kissed me. "I don't. I do want to spend some romantic time with you there."

"This all sounds fantastic, Rachel." I turned in my seat to take her into my arms. "I do want to go with you. And, I do need a break before summer school starts. But... I'm paying for it all, woman. I have more money than I can spend from the investments my accountant suggested. Most of it is reinvested."

"So-ooo," she slurred, into my lips. "That's where all that money went." She kissed me. A good long one. She giggled into my lips...

"You keep a close eye on all that money, lover. I just might hack your accounts and buy me a couple of boyfriends."

*****

My heart was beating a different beat.

My lover next to me. A different kind of lover, this time.

Her head on my shoulder... asleep. Her arm inside mine.

Returning to Lubbock.

Lauren Nguyen sent a private jet to fly us to Bozeman. Her dime. I called and thanked her for the wonderful gift.

After arriving at the cabin...

"I want to go fishing," my sexy lover chirped. "Teach me how."

"Don't you want to unpack our things?"

"No... fishing, please."

An hour later, I was in the creek with waders, along with my sexy girlfriend. Standing behind her and casting a fly rod with both our hands on the rod. On the second cast...

A strike. That rod bent over and the line shot across the creek to the other side... in a second.

"Reel it in, Baby. Slowly... keep the tip of the rod up, to hold tension."

"OK!" she shrieked. "OhMyGod! Am I doing this right?"

"Perfect," I offered, as I stood near... ready to assist if needed. What a fantastic sight, to see Rachel excited.

I turned to see Mr. Yellowknife smiling from the bank. Nodding his head gently in approval. I was glad he was looking out for any bears. His lever action.45-70... slung over his shoulder... at the ready, just in case.

The look on Rachel's face as the medium size cutthroat leapt from the water. Priceless. The excitement spilling from Rachel as she unhooked the fish from the line. I gently released the little creature back into the water.

"I can't believe I did that!" she screeched.

"You're a pro already, Baby!"

Fifty minutes and thirteen more fish later...

"Reel it in, Steve!" Mr. Yellowknife yelled from the bank.

I turned and looked. He had binoculars looking downstream. He looked at me and pointed downstream.

"Let's go! Be careful getting out of the water!"

I knew bears were coming. I couldn't see them, but Mr. Yellowknife could. Then...

"Why do we have to go?" my lover asked. She had heard Mr. Yellowknife and was looking at him, and me.

"Bears are coming. Calmly, Rachel. Let's get out of the water and move toward Mr. Yellowknife. We have plenty of time. And be careful with your step. The stones in the creek bed are slippery."

My warning was for naught.

Rachel slipped on her first step and went all the way in. Fortunately, I snatched her under her arm and pulled her out. Drenched! Head to toe.

The water was still cold and she was gasping for breath. She lost her hat... her hair and clothes soaked. Staccato screaming and yelps from her lips.

I grabbed the rod from her hand, tossed it to the bank, and fireman carried Rachel over my shoulder. She was still yelping from the freezing water. Carefully, I stepped out of the creek. Mr. Yellowknife offered me a hand to negotiate the slippery, muddy bank. On the bank... Setting Rachel on her feet, I set her on her bottom, and pulled the waders from her feet. Emptying the water from each one. I grabbed the rod, reeled in the line, and left it on the bank.

I turned to find Rachel shivering in her soaked clothes.

"We have plenty of time, Mr. Powers," Mr. Yellowknife offered, as he continued looking into his binoculars. "Get back to the cabin in the truck. I'll follow on foot. Get those clothes off her as quickly as possible and place her near the fireplace. Ask the staff for a warm tea for her to drink."

And... I did just that.

Hauling her cute ass into the master bathroom shower and turning on the warm water. Then, I began stripping her clothes off. For modesty, I didn't touch her bra and panties.

"Get those off, too," she croaked, through shivering lips. And, I did.

Stark naked with the warm water caressing her shivering body. I placed her head under the shower to get all the creek water out of her hair. Then, I grabbed two towels and dried her body. She was still shivering.

In no time, my naked lover... Wrapped in a blanket... was sitting with her back to the fireplace. Sipping a warm, light tea from a mug. Then a few minutes later, a young man brought chicken broth in a cup.

"I wanted to see the bear," she squeaked, after sipping the broth.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Yellowknife stopped by to check on Rachel. She had stopped shivering and was beginning to feel a little better from the shock of the cold water. Mr. Yellowknife...

"Just the one," he reported. "A male that's been coming here for about five years now. He crossed the creek far away from us and went west. We were never in any danger."

"Will I get to see one?" Rachel asked... standing in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.

"Probably not," he offered, with a gentle shake of his head... and a smile. "We only see a few during the year, and the grizzlies aren't that common. It's possible, but not likely."

"Have you ever had to shoot one?" My Rachel was getting better already. I could tell from her voice.

"Nope... Never have," Mr. Yellowknife replied. "Had to warn one away, twelve years ago. That was the only time I fired a round."

"I really wanted to see a bear," Rachel moaned. "Thank you for helping us today."

"You're welcome," he replied, as he turned for the front door, then disappeared.

Then...

Rachel nuzzled into my chest...

"Thank you for saving me. I was pretty clumsy, huh?"

"You weren't clumsy, girlfriend. The first time I was here, I stumbled, too. I didn't go in, but I nearly did. The rocks in the creek are slippery and it's real easy to fall."

We spent the next two hours, cuddling on the couch. Then, Rachel fell asleep in my arms. Then, I took a nap.

Perfect.

The next two days were wonderful.

We rode horses. Fished again. Rachel was becoming a pretty good angler. And... she was very careful with her footing. Took short walks... hand and hand. And...

I slept with Rachel in the same bed... for the first time in our relationship. Cuddling her in my arms while she wore flannel pajamas. Waking up with her lying against me and her leg across my lower back.

Perfect.

We talked... Talked about a potential future together.

While cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace...

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"More than that," I replied, in a low voice. "I'm in love with you."

Rachel turned in my arms and put her lips near mine...

"I'm in love with you, too. But... do you like me?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I like you. I just said I love you."

"Do you like it when I'm with you?"

"Yes, I do," I snarled. "When did I let on that I didn't like you, Rachel? What's with the questions?"

"I just need to know, Steve," she slurred, then kissed me. After our kiss, she gave me a good little stare into my eyes...

Then...

"Will you marry me, Steve?" she whispered.

"I will, Rachel. Anytime you want."

"Will you marry me right now?"

"I will. And, I will be with you forever, Baby. I will always be by your side. I will always support you. I will always like you and love you."

We both giggled.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Just so you know, I decided to keep you... long before we arrived here."

"And, I'm grateful I'm with you."

We kissed our engagement kiss. A fantastic, sexy kiss. Then...

"OK," she began, while still in my arms. "We're getting married tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. The minister will be here, at the cabin, and Mr. and Mrs. Yellowknife will be our witnesses." She kissed my surprised lips. I expected to get married in Texas. Her whisper on my lips...

"I brought my wedding dress and I brought your suit."

"You had this planned out and didn't tell me? I wanted to ask you to marry me. Not the other way around. And, I don't have a ring to give you."

"I already bought the rings in Lubbock."

"This is all backwards, Rachel!" I growled. "You've done everything I'm supposed to do!"

"Not after I decided to keep you," she slurred, into my lips. "Once I put my mind to having you, I won't waste anytime about it. Tomorrow at 10... your mine."

I swallowed hard. Still struggling to understand what just happened. But, after a minute... after thinking I would spend the remainder of my life with Rachel... It...

Felt natural. Like it was supposed to be. And in reflection, it felt natural while we were in Lubbock. Like it was supposed to be.

Then... Rachel...

"Just so you know, future husband." She kissed me a brief kiss. "When you finish your masters, were moving away from Lubbock. And back to The Woodlands."

*****

The kiss.

It couldn't have been more perfect.

And Rachel...

She couldn't have been more perfect. Her dress was beautiful. She was beautiful.

And...

My sneaky wife managed to bring her mother, Ms. Nguyen, and my parents, to the cabin without me knowing... Until they walked into the door ten minutes before our wedding.

I briefly wondered when another surprise would happen.

It was the first time I met Rachel's mother and the first time Rachel met my parents.

I had told my parents I was dating Rachel, but I never let on I would marry her. Of course, Mom had a lot of questions. Why Montana? Where did we meet? Why such short notice?

The best part of our marriage...

Rachel was happy. The happiest I had ever seen her. Her smile never left her face. Her arm inside of mine, never left. Her hand in mine. Our eyes on one another. Smiles on our faces. Always.

Also, the best... our first kiss. As husband and wife. I hope I never forget.

After the wedding brunch, served by the staff...

My parents went horseback riding. Lauren went to Bozeman... I don't know why. And Rachel and I went to...

The master bedroom.

Rachel was beautiful. A sexy, long negligee. White. It slipped off her shoulders, and fell to the floor, with the touch of my fingers, while we kissed. Her whisper into my lips...

"I'm not ovulating. Lucky for you. I have dreamt of this moment for so long, Steve. I want you so much."

Our kiss. Fully nude. Rachel on her toes with her arms around my neck. One hand with fingers in my long hair. Her lips and tongue so gentle on mine. Pressing her nice titties into my chest. Pushing her tummy against my fully erect cock.

I broke our kiss and led Rachel to our bed. Within moments, Rachel was scissoring me with her legs as I reclined on my side. My lips just millimeters from her erect, light brown nipple. I took her little nub into my mouth, teased it with a nibble, and...

"Oh Baby," she wheezed, as her hand on the back of my neck, pulled my face firmly into her breast. "A little harder, OK? That really felt so goo...... Oh! Yes!"

Her fist, full of my hair on the back of my head, guided my mouth to where she wanted it. A few moments later...

"Put your finger inside me," she wheezed... staccato... into my shoulder.

My huge finger slipped into her well-groomed, slightly furry, and very wet pussy with ease. The act, filled my nose with her aroused aroma. Driving me insane. Stirring the beast.

Her grip on my neck and hair intensified. Her hips shoved her pussy hard into my hand. I wiggled my finger against the front of her pussy, and...

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, into my shoulder. "It feels so good," as she pulled on my neck... my lips smashed into her tittie.

As a dined on tittie nipple and fucked my wife with my finger...

It seemed so natural. So much better, than all the women before Rachel. Rachel was in my heart. Unlike the others. This was meant to be.

Us. Together. As one.

Rachel had a mini-orgasm, announced with a staccato yelp... "Ah!"... deep from within her throat. I pushed her back onto the bed.

"Oh, yeah," she offered, as she parted her legs. "I want this, Steve. I really want you right now."

"I want you, Rachel." Her petite, silky body lying out in front me. Her perfect titties slightly flattened against her chest. The beast rubbed his eyes to awaken more.

I took my cock in hand and pointed the tip to her tight entrance. Milliseconds later, she lurched her body at me, and shoved her pussy onto my dick. As I fell into her arms...

"Oh, Gawd, Yes!" she wailed, as she wrapped her arms around the top of my shoulders. Her fingers took hold of my hair and closed her hand into a fist... Pulling my hair. The beast responded.

Fuck.

Surprisingly, my cock slipped through Rachel's velvety folds... with little resistance. I quickly established rhythmic short thrusts into her married pussy and...

"OhMyGod!" she wailed, into my ear. Pulling my hair ever tighter. Her other hand raking fingernails across the middle of my back.

Through my rhythmic thrusts, my wife wailed... whined... wheezed. And... squeaked... screeched... squelched. Squeezing me tighter with her arms. Within a minute... she came...

"OhMyGod Here It Cums!"

I didn't think she could squeeze me any harder, but she did. Any tighter... and I feared I couldn't breathe.

"AH!" she screamed, over my shoulder with each orgasmic contraction of her pussy. Growls from her throat between contractions. Her body quivering beneath me. Her body stiffening with each announcement. Four times she roared her announcement over my shoulder. I could feel her pussy clutching my dick.

The beast within me, challenged me to a duel. He wanted me to cum. I didn't.

"Holy fuck," she wheezed, after her last contraction. "I finally experienced what the others have written about. My Gawd. It's so much better than I imaged."

She grabbed my face... to face her... I saw her eyes momentarily roll back...

"I love you," she managed to whimper. "I love you, so much, Steve."

I answered her by resuming my thrusts and kissing her...

"I love you, Rachel," I mumbled into her lips. Within moments...

She was quaking beneath me, and howling her staccato... "AH!"... into my shoulder. Her legs quivering in the air beside me. Again, four times in sync with her orgasmic contractions, she howled... "AH!"... Staccato. Growled in the her throat between contractions.

The beast within me... I was in hand to hand combat with him. The urge to cum... urgent!

I pushed through her powerful orgasmic contractions and continued fucking my wife. For the first time in my life, I truly wanted to give a woman a fantastic sexual experience. I wanted Rachel to always want me. So much more, than all the others before her.

I pulled another orgasm out of Rachel. During her orgasm, I rose above my lover, planted my hands into the mattress beside her, and began rhythmically long thrusting her tight pussy. My body hovering over Rachel, I could see everything.

Her scattered black hair on the pillow. Her titties wobbling erotically on her chest. Damn, I love the sight. The beast did, too. Her petite fingers twinkling her little clit. Her fist clamped around my lower arm. Her eyes rolling back. Her breathing... ragged. Whines and whimpers from her lips. Her other hand, now... behind her head and fisting the pillow in a death grip. Suddenly... she arched her neck and back. She wide eyed me...

"OhMyGod!" she screamed. "I'm cumming so hard right..."

She fell back into the mattress and pillow... like a rock... and seized into a paralytic state. Howling out her orgasm with each contraction. Her legs straightened and made a heroic attempt to push me out of her pussy. I wouldn't have it.

I grabbed her legs, pushed them toward her, put my hands on the back of her thighs, and fucked her. Long thrusts. In less than a minute, Rachel seized into two more orgasms. Again... staccato... "AH!"... with each pussy contraction. After she recovered...

She grabbed my arms. She grabbed my neck. She grabbed my back. She grabbed my face. She fisted my pectoral muscles with her fingernails. One, after another. Over and over.

Urgently kissing me... through our lips... "You're fuckin' me too good, Baby. When are you gonna cum?"

I answered her by withdrawing, flipping my petite wife onto her tummy... with a petite squeak from her lips... pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs, and lined up my cock with her creamy pussy. Then...

"I was wondering when you were going to do it like this!" she squeaked, over her shoulder. "It was well documented in the reviews. Fuck me out, Baby. I need you to fuck me out!"

She then fisted her pillow and brought it under her neck and chest. I pushed forward, put one hand on her hip and the other on the side of her face, and...

"OhMyGod!" she screamed into the pillow.

Within milliseconds, I was long thrusting my thick cock into her silky pussy. My weight shifting aggressively on her face and butt. Within another millisecond, the beast hit me with a left upper cut, and knocked me out.

"Oh Fuck!" I roared, as my balls brewed up to release my tensions.

I could feel Rachel beating my dick to death with her contractions. That was my last rational thought...

I lost my mind.

I lost vicinity awareness.

Tunnel vision... my hand on the side of her head.

Loss of hearing.

My eyes rolled back.

My toes curled.

Paralysis.

My legs stiffened. My back stiffened. My neck stiffened. I roared disgusting sounds.

"I'm cumming!" I croaked.

And I did.

I could feel the euphoric flow of my sticky cum racing toward my tiny slit.

To enter my wife.

The beast within me had total and absolute control of me. I have no recollection... How I found myself on my back. My feet near my lover's head, and her feet near mine.

"Crap," I groaned, as I touched her ankle. "That was one helluva fuck."

"Your dick is too good, Steve," she offered, in a whimpering whisper from below my feet.

In no time, Rachel was lying on top of me. Wiggling her pussy against my flaccid dick. Pressing her stiff nipples into my hairy upper chest. Kissing my neck and throat... My cheeks.

Her whisper... "I have never been so fucked in my life. I lost count of my orgasms at five. You literally caused me to lose my mind. I am so glad I waited for you. This was perfect, Steve. I love you."

"I lost my mind, too, Rachel. You have that effect on me... in the bedroom and outside of the bedroom." She giggled and kissed my lips. "I love you, Rachel."

Then... Rachel... just a few millimeters from me... her breath on my face...

"I love you." Her loving, sexy eyes piercing my soul.

"I love you, Rachel. More than I could ever imagine."

*****

That evening, I watched my wife interact with my mother. And, with her mother. The three sitting together near the fireplace. Sipping wine. And giggling.

Then, my father's hand on my shoulder, as he held a whiskey over ice, in his hand...

"Not what I expected, Steve. A short notice marriage from you."

I turned to face my Dad. We were the same height... eye to eye.

"Can't say I expected it, either. But... I do know. From the very beginning, when I met Rachel... It felt right. Like it was supposed to be. It still feels right."

"Then, it is. If it feels right, then it will be right. Lauren Nguyen told me... after the wedding... she knew this would happen." My Dad looked over to the women across the room. "She's pretty, Steve. And personable. Seems to be a person who can get things done."

"You have no idea how well organized she is. It's almost like OCD. But... it isn't. Rachel is just efficient. Doesn't let dust collect on anything that needs to be done." I paused to get my Dad's attention. "She proposed to me, Dad."

"Really?" he replied, a little surprised.

"Yeah. She did. I would've... eventually. I was thinking about marriage between summer school and the fall semester, but... she planned all of this." I waved my hand all around with my words. "She didn't tell me, when we came here, that we were getting married. But she planned everything. The cabin, transportation, the rings, the clothes, the food... everything. She asked me to marry her... right over there on the couch. Yesterday."

While the women chatted, Dad and I sat on the porch. To enjoy the crisp, cool evening air of late spring in Montana.

It was perfect.

Later...

I was dining on pussy.

My wife's pussy.

And she was loving it. At least her howls let on she was.

Thankfully... all the bedrooms in the cabin are soundproof. For me, it would be embarrassing to know my parents could hear me pounding away at Rachel.

After a brief orgasm from sucking Rachel's little clit, she pushed me onto my back. My head on a pillow and near the headboard. On her knees, Rachel mounted me like a horse, after lathering my dick, and her pussy, with JoJo personal lubricant...

"This afternoon, you beat me up with this big dick of yours," she wheezed, as my stiff dick slithered to the end of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back. "Damn, you're big."

Her hands near my throat for balance... she lifted her hips for the first ride on my cock. Slow at first, she fucked me at a moderate pace. While she fucked me...

She mumbled words. She breathed raggedly. She whimpered. She squeaked. And less than a minute... "AH!" she sharply howled, at the headboard behind me... and her body stiffened on my pubis. "HolyFuck," she wheezed.

My dick fully within her...

I spanked both her butt cheeks with an open palm of my hands. She squeaked at the impacts.

"That was a good one, Rachel. Do it again."

And she did. Fuckin' herself with my dick. My dick pumping her pussy at her will. Again, in no time, she stiffened on my cock in an upright position and howled at the headboard behind me... "AH!" Three times, she howled.

Catching her breath... "Holy fuck," she wheezed. "I can't believe I cum so quickly with you." Then, she fell into my arms. Her lips on my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back and waist... and fucked her from below.

Moderate, rhythmic thrusts... she was cumming in my arms within seconds. I continued fuckin' her right through her orgasm and she was screaming into the pillow beside my ear.

"I don't want it to stop!... KeepFuckin'Me!... OhMyGodOhMyGod! Ho---ly Fuuuuuuu-ck!"

She seized in my arms. Quaking violently in my arms. Howling her "ah's," into my shoulder.

"Had enough, Lover?"

I knew better than to ask... she couldn't offer a syllable in reply. So... continuing to hold her against me... I continued to fuck her. Again, in about a minute, she was howling into the pillow, my neck, and my shoulder. Again... I open palmed her ass cheeks for cumming on me so well.

Without asking, I rolled her over to her right side... got in behind her on my right side... lifted her left leg in the air... put my right arm around her to palm her left tittie... put my dick in her sloppy pussy... and fucked her.

Three more orgasms from Rachel... each one announced with a staccato... "AH!"... for each contraction of her pussy. Four contractions for each orgasm. After the last orgasm subsided, my Rachel...

"That's enough, Steve. OhMyGod! That's enough!" I let go of her and she rolled away from me... landing on both feet next to the bed. "Holy shit," she wheezed. I saw her eyes roll back for just a second. She shook her head at me... "I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm still cumming, Steve. I can't stop... AH!... Ho---ly Fuck!... AH!"

I lay there on the bed and I watched Rachel hold her pussy, with both hands, while bending at the waist beside the bed. Enduring the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her titties wobbling on her chest. Damn.

"All this time," she wheezed, out of breath. "I was always left wanting when I was with a man. But now..." She pointed a finger at me... "Now... for the first time in my life, I can't take it anymore. The orgasms are too powerful."

"Come back to bed and let me hold you."

"Hell, no!" she snapped. "You'll put that monster back inside me."

She spun on a toe and headed to the bathroom. Her perky ass wiggling seductively at the beast inside me. Returning with a wash cloth.... Knee walking onto the bed... She bathed my cock and balls... tossed the wash cloth aside, lay across my right leg, and began fellating me.

"Cum in my mouth, Steve. My vagina is gonna need a recuperation period. You're one helluva fucker."

"You bring it out of me, Rachel. Truly... You do."

For the next ten minutes, Rachel sucked my dick. My thick cock barely entered her lips. Focusing only on the corona. She...

Sucked my balls. Pulling suction so well, I feared she would swallow my nuts. She caused my toes to curl... my eyes to roll back... my legs to tense... my back to cramp.

She sucked my perineum... briefly.

Rachel... Focusing on my corona, with her lips and mouth... my toes curled and... the beast overcame my will...

"I'm gonna cum," I croaked.

My eyes rolled back as my balls began to empty. My legs stiffened. I grabbed a fistful of her hair... I involuntarily tried to shove my dick down the throat of Rachel. She resisted. Both her petite hands had a death grip around my shaft. With blurred, tunnel vision...

I watched Rachel take my load without spilling a drop from her lips. I felt my cock throb with each orgasmic contraction. Each contraction transmitting resistance into my wife's hands. Ah... the euphoria.

Gawd, it felt good.

*****

I watched my mother kiss Rachel on the cheek and hug her.

"I can see why Steve loves you so much, Rachel," my mother offered, after their hug. "You're pretty and smart. I wouldn't expect any less from Steve." My mother winked at me. Then, my mother's words to me... "You mind yourself with Rachel, Steve. I just may keep her instead of you." My mother laughed... hard. "Seriously, Steve. She's perfect for you. Don't screw it up."

"I have no plans to screw it up, Mom." I took Rachel's hand in mine, and smiled a happy smile to my wife. "She won't let me screw it up."

My Rachel took me into her arms. Both her arms around my waist, as I put my around her shoulders. Her whisper... "Thank you."

I watched Rachel take her mother into her arms with a loving hug. Whispered words to one another before her mother left.

With Rachel's arm around my waist, and my arm around her shoulders, we both watched our parents leave. A cloud of dust behind the Chevy Suburban... taking them to the airport in Bozeman.

It was the last full day in Montana for us. A little fishing. Then, some relaxing. We sat on the porch. Holding hands. Small talk about our future together. I was looking forward to it.

The next day...

My heart was beating a different beat.

My lover next to me. A different kind of lover, this time.

Her head on my shoulder... asleep. Her arm inside mine.

Returning to Lubbock.

Yeah. This is what I want. And... I didn't even know it until...

I met Rachel.

Chapter 8

Within a week.

Damn.

I stood in the house Rachel found right before summer school began.

A modest three bedroom, two bath home in south Lubbock. Built in the late 1960s. It needed a little work, but all the electric, plumbing, and air conditioning had been upgraded four years earlier.

"Just until you finish school," my beautiful wife offered, as she held both my hands, facing me. "So. Your thoughts, Steve. About the house. But... first I need to tell you something."

"OK," I replied. A little curious.

"I sold my house in The Woodlands before I met you the first time in Lubbock."

Again, I was taken by surprise by my wife.

"Why? Why did you do that?"

"Because, Baby," she replied, as she took her soft hand and caressed my cheek. "I just knew... I wouldn't be leaving Lubbock when I came to you. I was certain I would be your wife."

"You're an amazing woman, Rachel. Every day, I learn something about you. And, always... it's a good thing."

I pulled her into my arms and gave her a brief kiss. She was on her toes and her arms around my neck. Her happy smile... I will never tire of seeing it.

"Now it's my turn, Rachel. I'm gonna bet you want this house. Else, you wouldn't have called me to meet you here."

Still, pressing herself against me. Her arms around my neck... "I can pay for it all, Steve. No mortgage. And, I can do all the small updates and likely make money on it when we sell it after you graduate. What do you think?"

"All by yourself," I quipped, with an attitude in my tone. "You won't allow me to chip in on our first home together? I mean... I can pay cash for this place, too." I was a little annoyed she didn't ask me to help.

"Steve," she offered, in her sexy, happy voice. "For the rest of our lives together, I'm gonna want to do things where I can prove to myself that I can do it. On my own. And, I'm gonna want you to support me. I need that little bit of independence, Baby. Just like you need a little space, as a man... I need that little bit of space, too."

"OK... I get it," I whispered, as I moved in to kiss her. "But this house is a lot more than a... 'little bit of space.'' We both giggled and kissed each other... briefly. "Do it then. I like the place."

"Thank you!" she squeaked, as she kissed me hard. Then...

Rachel flew out of the house like a rocket. I stood on the porch and watched her tell the real estate agent... who had been waiting in her car, that she wanted the house. It was a wonderful sight to see the two women shaking hands. And then... hug one another.

When Rachel returned to me, I had never seen her so happy. I hope I never forget. Then... I pointed a finger at her on the porch...

"I get to pay for my recliner and TV. And... I'll study in the kitchen while you work."

*****

"I'm gonna get pregnant, Steve."

"That's been my intentions since we got married," I growled, deep in my throat.

I had Rachel in my clutches. Her back into my chest and my hands wrapped around her. One hand on a dress covered tittie and the other pulling up the skirt of her dress... to get access to the front of her panties.

"I'm serious, Steve," she protested, as her hands weakly wrestled with mine.

"And I am, too," I hissed into her neck.

"I know you said you could raise a child while going to school." Rachel tried to pry my hand from her little clit. I had managed to slip fingers under the waist band and quickly found the erotic nub. "Oh, fuck," she slurred, as her knees buckled slightly. "We don't have any furniture in the house, Steve... Holy shit, that feels good. Gawd! So... we're just gonna do it on the floor of our new house?"

"I've been planning it all week, Sexy. New house... New baby."

Rachel's knees were buckling by now and she was wheezing with each stoke of my finger on her little clit. I could feel her pussy moisture on my fingers. She was ready. Seconds later...

"Ho---ly Fuck!" she squeaked, as she pushed herself out of my grasp. She grabbed my hand, pulled me into the living room and began pulling her panties down her legs.

"I can't believe you and I are going to make a baby on the dirty carpet!"

"I'll clean it later," I growled, as my boots flew across the room.

It was only a matter of moments before Rachel and I were in each other's arms, fully nude. She was on her toes with her arms around my neck. Pressing herself against my body. My hand on her ass and the other in her hair... on the back of her head.

Aggressively kissing me...

"You're one horny bastard," she whimpered into my lips, with a faux attitude.

"And you're a hot woman, Rachel. You fuckin' keep me half aroused just being around you. Now... I'm gonna make you a hot mama."

Before I knew it, Rachel was on her hands and knees... on the dirty carpet. Which, really wasn't all that dirty. It was just too dirty for Rachel's super high standards. The hot part of Rachel on her hands and knees was...

Her pussy was swollen and winking at me from between her legs. Fuck! I could see moisture on her inner labia. And it was then I could smell her. My cock extended to its full length. I knelt behind her, touched the tip of my cock at her entrance, and...

Rachel pushed back on me... as she impaled herself with my dick...

"OhMyGod," she whined, as she dipped her head and neck. "Geezus, your dick feels so fuckin' good right now."

Pausing for a moment, Rachel then began rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. Fuckin' herself with my dick. I just stood there on my knees... watching my dick being swallowed by her pussy. Her labia gripping my shaft as she fucked me. Within seconds, her pace of fucking me increased.

Her whines... increased. Her whimpers... increased. And, within less than a minute...

"AH!" she howled sharply... Three times she howled, as she quivered on her hands and knees. Quivering so much, my dick fell from her silky, hot folds. Her orgasm complete...

I rolled Rachel onto her back, parted her legs, pushed my dick into her pussy, leaned forward, and fell into her waiting arms. As my dick slithered through her slippery tunnel...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wheezed, into my shoulder. Both her arms around my neck and shoulders. Her stiff nipples scratching at my hairy chest. Her whiny, wheezy lips on my shoulder... "It feels so good, Steve. I don't want it to stop. Please, Baby. Please don't stop."

My lips on her neck. I began rhythmically thrusting. Rhythmically fucking my wife. Within a few seconds, Rachel began whining in a crescendo over my left shoulder. Squeezing my neck with her arms. At the top of her whiny crescendo, she screamed into my shoulder with each orgasmic contraction of her pussy. Her legs quivering beside me and in the air.

I forced my dick through her tight pussy and maintained my thrusts as Rachel came on me. My pubis spanking her pubis with each forward thrust. Inciting more orgasmic screams from my beautiful, sexy, and loving wife.

The beast within me awoke and rubbed his eyes. Slowly rising onto his feet. I stopped my thrusting with my cock completely inside the loving warmth of my wife's pussy, for fear I would release my load too soon.

Her orgasm complete...

Rachel began pulling and pushing on me. Grabbing my neck and kissing me aggressively. Her hips and waist forcing her pussy against me because I was no longer fuckin' her. No longer stimulating her. Her thrusting got the attention of the beast.

"Oh, fuck," I slurred, into Rachel's aggressive kissing. "You're so fuckin' tight, Baby. I almost came, just now."

"Don't stop, Baby," she pleaded. "Keep fuckin' me. I lost my mind just now. I don't want it stop."

Again, I resumed my thrusting and quickly regained the steady rhythm. And... Rachel responded in positive way.

Again, she squeezed the fuck out of me with her arms. And... with her pussy. I could feel her flattened titties against my chest. It felt so good on my cock, I believe her pussy muscles were literally attempting to pull the cum right out of my balls.

By now, the beast within me was flexing his muscles in preparation for battle. The battle I would fight to keep my wife in her orgasmic state.

The battle lasted but for a few moments. Rachel's pussy was brutalizing my dick and her erotic staccato growl... "Ah!"... over and over and over, into my shoulder... stimulated the beast within me. The beast tackled me, stomped on my chest, and raced toward my balls.

"OHGAWD!" I roared, as my sanity left me.

My mind when blank. My only sensation... my cum stimulating every nerve in my body. Paralyzing me in my wife's arms. I briefly found myself uttering disgusting whines and groans into my wife's neck. There's no doubt... I literally came very close to passing out, my orgasm was so intense.

My next rational thought... I was desperately attempting to force oxygen into my lungs. Sweat from my body saturating my naked Rachel beneath me. Rachel's fingers caressing my long hair on the back of my head. Her kisses on my neck and shoulder.

A whisper into my ear...

"Wow. That was really different, Steve. You can keep doing that to me, right?"

"I don't know," I croaked. I rose to my hands... hovering over my sweat soaked lover. Her hair scattered everywhere on the carpet. Her titties rising from her chest, yet flattened a little bit. Damn sexy sight.

My withering dick still inside her. She is still so sexy beneath me. My heart pounding with love for her. I rose to my knees... then stood over her. She was pushing hair out of her face, and was gently massaging her pussy.

"I can't tell you how much I love you, right now. I swear Rachel... I felt so close to you this time. It was that way before, but today... it was so much more intense."

"Yeah," she offered, as she rose to her elbows, still on the carpet. "It was intense. It's always intense for me when we're together. I did feel you becoming like... an animal. It was good, though. I loved it."

Rachel looked down at her pussy, and spoke as she fingered herself... "There's no doubt, Steve," she began, as she looked up to me with her sexy eyes and happy smile. Damn, her tits are driving me nuts. "You leave so much cum inside of me, I definitely will get pregnant."

She raised her hand for me to take it and help her to her feet. As she stood, my cum dribbled down her legs and a small blob hit the carpet.

She stood on her toes, put one hand on the back of my neck, and the other into the middle of my back. She kissed me. A sexy and very good one, as I held her into my chest.

"I still can't believe how good of a kisser you are," she whispered into my lips. "Are you ready? Ready for diapers, sleepless nights, and feeding our first baby. My titties will swell and then become saggy. Because, Lover... I'm gonna be pregnant. I plan on fuckin' you for the next three days. And, I'm pretty sure this one hit the target. The next ones are for me."

And they were for her. In between Rachel's mind blowing orgasms over the next couple of days, she ordered furniture into our new home. Ordered me to her apartment to gather some of her things. Bought bedding for our king size bed. Had her mother ship her cookware from The Woodlands. Had the utilities set up in our new home and...

Still managed her work for Ms. Nguyen.

And, Rachel... during all this time, had me stimulated by wearing a sexy, cheeky, and dark blue bikini. Her milky skin perfect for the color. Wearing the triangle top upside down on her tits and offering an ample amount of underboob. Yeah... I'm gonna like this marriage thing.

She also sent me to the barbershop. With a printout, from the internet, of the haircut she wanted. I looked at the man in the photo. You know... I like it. If I look half as good as the man, I would be happy. And, this will be the first short haircut I've had since I was sixteen.

When I came home from the barbershop...

Rachel was on the phone. Her earbuds in her ears. When I entered the bedroom where her office had been set up...

Her eyes lit up and her smile was wide and happy. She mouthed... "Much nicer, Steve." A few minutes later, she ended her call... stood on her toes and kissed me. Her fingers running through my hair...

"Exactly the way I envisioned you'd look, Steve. You are so much hotter with a neat haircut. And, you look much more like your father... who's hot, too."

That was a genuine compliment. My dad was always good looking. Even with gray hair at 68 years old.

Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled me into our bedroom... ordered me out of my clothes... peeled her bikini from her body... reclined on a pillow against the headboard and let me dine on her pussy.

I sucked on her little clit as I raked my tongue on the underside. Her moans let me know she liked it. Her hips wiggling to rub her little clit, up and down, against my mouth. Within minutes she was oozing her arousal and it was driving me insane. I slurped a few drops from her slit, stood on my knees, and fisted my dick for action.

Rachel rolled over onto her left side, bent her legs towards her, in a half fetal position, and...

"Do it like this, Baby. Fuck me like this."

On my knees, I inserted my needy dick into her sideways entrance... leaned forward and...

"Yes," she hissed, as she palmed my belly with her right hand. Her eyes rolled back. "Slow, Baby. Nice and slow."

My dick fully inside my lover, I placed a hand beside her head on the pillow... my other hand on her hip. Then... I began undulating my hips and waist... slowly thrusting the full length of my cock into the silky and warm folds of Rachel.

"Oh, fuck," she slurred, and drew out her last word... rolling her eyes back momentarily. "Yeah, Baby. Just like that. Just like that. Oh, gawd you feel so good inside me, right now."

Trying to fuck Rachel slowly, was a monumental effort for me. The slow pace was sensitizing my dick. Not sure why. But, I really wanted to pound her. But, I endured. Slowly pumping my dick inside my wife. Watching her reactions. Especially her eyes disappearing into her skull for just a second or two. Erotic. Her whimpers of pleasure... Erotic. Yeah... I like this.

She whimpered. She touched me with her free hand. She pinched her sexy nipples. She wheezed. She encouraged me. Telling me how good she feels. She whined. And... to see Rachel build up to her orgasm...

Her head arched back. Her legs tightened and attempted to straighten out. Her fists grabbed handfuls of pillow. She bit her pillow, and...

"AH GAAAAWD!" she screamed, into her pillow. "DON'T STOP!"

And... I didn't stop. I fucked her overpowering pussy muscles. Again... an extraordinary effort on my part to maintain the slow thrusting. Leaning more forward over my wife to force myself into her tight pussy... to gain the leverage. As I continued fuckin' Rachel, she was screaming words into the pillow. Her body and legs were quivering. Her skin... her back was a rosy pink. Her neck and cheeks... a rosy pink.

Watching Rachel cum on my dick was stirring the beast inside me. I prepared to do battle. For Rachel.

"Ho---ly Fuck," Rachel wheezed, as she tried to look at me. Her eyes were still quivering in their sockets and rolling back. "I love your dick. I can't believe how good a fuck you are." On her last word, her eyes rolled back and quivered for a second or two.

For the next three minutes I pulled four fantastic orgasms from my wife. On her last orgasm... in a whimper from her lips...

"Can you feel me cumming on your dick?"

"I can," I croaked. Those words from my wife strengthened the beast I was successfully fighting. Within a second, the beast kicked me in the balls, and shoved me to the ground.

"Oh fuck," I cringed, as my balls began to tighten. My toes began to curl. My eyes rolled back. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes," Rachel hissed. Instantly my wife's eyes rolled back... quivering in place... her body began quaking, and...

I lost my mind.

My tunnel vision focused on the side view of my wife's right tittie. Which was quivering in place.

My body stiffened. I pushed myself forward. Desperate to fill my wife's pussy with as much cock as I could manage. I momentarily heard my wife howling out her orgasmic... "Ah." In succession. I heard at least three of her announcements.

Then... I could no longer refrain... my cum raced through my pelvis and exploded into my wife's pussy. The euphoria consumed me. My next rational thought...

I had collapsed onto my petite lover. Heaving huge breaths into her back, neck, and hair. Her right hand caressing the side of my head.

"What a fuck," I managed to exasperate.

"Good for you," I heard Rachel whisper.

"I can't describe it, it was so good, Baby. You really know how to bring out the best in me."

"I think it's the other way around, Steve. Every time we're together, it's an overwhelming experience. I really, really hit the jackpot with you."

Rachel began pushing on me to get off of her. I rolled to the side... onto my back as my lungs began to recover. She wiggled herself into my side and pressed her fantastic tits against my chest, and my side.

"I love you," she whispered.

"Oh, gawd, Rachel. I love you, too."

*****

It was within a couple, or three weeks.

I came inside from the garage and turned the corner. No Rachel.

I dropped off my backpack on the kitchen table and went down the hallway to her office. She had her back to me and she was wearing loose fleece pants and a top. She heard me, turned, and set her phone on the desk. I could see...

Tears on her cheeks. Her eyes. Her face was pink.

"What happened?" I asked as I walked directly toward her.

She took two steps forward with her arms out to receive me...

"I'm not pregnant," she whimpered, and began bawling in my arms. Her wet cheeks buried into shoulder. "Steve... I just knew we would get pregnant. I can't believe it."

"I'm here for you," I offered. For nearly a minute, my Rachel cried a good cry in my arms. I also... had the deep disappointment enter my chest. And I didn't like it. It hurt. Really hurt.

"We'll try again, Sweetie," I offered. I surprised myself. I was choking up with emotion. It was in my voice. It was then I realized I really wanted this child.

From her quivering voice... "I thought I was ovulating, Steve." She cried really hard for a second or two. "I could feel the egg leave my ovary." More choking on her breaths. "At least, I think I felt it. Sometimes I can feel it. You know... it hurts a little." She was beginning to regain control.

"It could've been anything, Rachel. Perhaps you were pregnant and it just wasn't good. Or, you may have mistaken the pain for something else. Whatever it was, it doesn't matter, Baby." I pulled her from my shoulder and looked into her tear soaked eyes. "We'll try again, Rachel. We're gonna have a family... I promise."

She shook her head at me and the tears were falling down her cheeks like a waterfall. In an almost unintelligible voice...

"All those girls got pregnant, Steve! All of them!"

She turned her back to me and walked toward her desk. Looking out the window into the backyard. "All of them had babies. And..." She croaked out more whimpers. Then... I heard anger in her next words... "And... they all have babies! All of them!"

She spun around and hit me with her angry eyes... I could see the muscles in her neck tighten...

"I fuck you for three days and I didn't get pregnant! I am so pissed off, right now!"

Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say.

"Rachel... I have no idea what to say, or do. For you, or for both of us. I feel the same hurt. The disappointment is growing so fast in my chest, I can't stand it. I just want to hold you. I want you."

I kissed her.

I held her in my arms.

Through her tears, I kissed her...

"I love you so much, Rachel."

It took me over a week to feel normal again. The hurt in my heart, surprised me. I had to eat small amounts of chocolate to temper my hurt. And my Rachel...

Within two days, as I expected, she was herself again. Telling me she was going to get pregnant as soon as possible. I suddenly realized, she was my cheerleader. The cheerleader for our future family. The cheerleader for our love for one another.

During that week of hurt in my heart, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop the words that rang in my mind. The frustrated words from my lover's lips...

"They all have babies! All of them!"

The frustrated look in my wife's face. Seared into my memory. Forever.

It hurt.

In the past, I had indicated to Ms. Nguyen and Rachel, aka Joan, that I didn't want to know. To know about the women I screwed, and their children. Frankly... I'm amazed. If Rachel's words are accurate. Geezus. I must have over 50 children. At least.

Damn. I can't even remember how many women there were. Shit! I have forgotten some of their names!

I surmised, going to work with Ms. Nguyen, I would have at least a couple, or more women, would not get pregnant. Or, they became pregnant and it wasn't a good pregnancy. For many reasons.

Geezus... All of them.

On the way home from class, I stopped off at the wholesale membership club and bought my wife a bouquet of roses. Pink ones. And when I presented them to her with an, "I love you," I realized then...

My wife deserves them more often. Every day is an anniversary with Rachel. Every day is Valentine's Day with Rachel. Every day is special with Rachel. And...

Every day will be Mother's Day.

Some day.

So... I decided then...

Roses...

Every month.

*****

For the next five weeks, Rachel wore clothes that kept me...

Wanting.

Aroused.

Needy.

And...

Damn sexy.

Erotic.

Bikinis.

And...

Tight leggings and loose crop tops. Titties wiggling gently inside. Perky buns wiggling inside her leggings.

Sundresses with a little touch of cleavage. Exposed shoulders.

The sex was fantastic... because of Rachel.

Then... I came home from class and she was waiting on me. In the living room. Along with a pair of her bikini bottoms, she had trimmed one of her red Texas Tech t-shirts where her underboob was in full display. If the shirt had been trimmed any shorter, her nipples would be looking at me. It was erotic to see Rachel's perky tits pushing the shirt away from her body.

"Fuck," I slurred, as I set my backpack on the floor. "You really, really know how to stimulate that beast inside of me."

"I'm for sure, ovulating," she quipped. Her eyebrows down. A little bit of side eye. Determination in her face. The look of a leopardess. Damn. "Get those clothes off, Steve. I'm gonna fuck you silly."

"I want that," I growled, as I peeled my shirt over my head.

Completely nude, I crossed the living room right into Rachel's arms. Her kiss was different. Gentle, but different. A good different.

On her toes, her arms around my neck, and pressing her tits and body into my chest. A fantastic feeling. With one hand on my neck, her other hand gently holding my dick, and her lips on mine... she broke our kiss... led me to the couch by my fully aroused dick... pushed me backward onto the couch... peeled her bottoms over her ankles... straddled my lap on her knees... took my face into her hands... kissed me... pushed her pussy against my cock... and...

"I want you so much," she slurred, into my mouth. "I've been planning this all day."

"Take me, Lover. I want you."

With that, she began rubbing her clit and moist pussy against the underside of my needy dick. One hand on my shoulder and the other on the back of the couch for balance. Within seconds, I could smell her. Stimulating the animal that lived within me.

Within seconds, Rachel's breathing became ragged. She closed her eyes. Concentrating on her need, as the pace of her slippery pussy raked the entire length of my dick. Moments later her breaths became urgent.

"Fuck," she slurred, in a whisper.

She stopped. Reached between us. And guided me into her velvety folds. As my dick slithered through the length of her pussy... my toes curled and my lower back tingled. I took a deep breath and held it momentarily. Her tight pussy had absolute control of me.

Also... as my dick snaked through Rachel's slippery tunnel...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, into my neck. "I swear, Steve. I lose my mind when you're inside me."

She kissed me. Hard. Staccato and ragged breaths into my mouth, as my fingers found their way into her crop top and squeezed her left nipple. She squeaked into my mouth... several times. Then, she took her lips from mine, and began swiveling her hips forward and backward across my lap. Her hands on the back of the couch for leverage. My dick twirling inside of my wife. The silky warmth of her pussy driving me insane.

Mumbles from her lips. Whimpers from the throat... "I'm cumming already," she screeched. Her eyes rolled back and disappeared. Her body quaked. In a flash...

She had a hand on my throat. Her hips quivering on my dick. I could feel her pussy undulating the length of my cock.

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wheezed, as she regained her gaze into my eyes. Staccato breathing into my face. "I can't believe how much I lose control when I'm with you."

"I love you, Rachel. Tell me what you want."

"I want your baby, Steve. Give me your baby."

With that, I stood up... holding my petite wife in place. She wrapped her legs and arms around me with my dick fully inside her. I saw her eyes roll back again and a squeak left her lips. I laid her gently on the couch, parted her legs and slurped on her well lubricated, and aromatic pussy. For about a minute. Her hand on the top of my head and her wiggling hips attempting to fuck my mouth. Then...

I stood. One foot on the floor. The other knee on the couch. I fisted my cock and pushed forward toward her perfect pussy. I swiped the tip of my dick up and down her slippery slit... paused at her entrance, and...

"Hurry, Baby. I love your dick."

Her back arched. Her hands on the back of my thighs... tugging on me. As I pushed forward...

"Steeeeeee-ve!" she shrieked, as her eyes rolled back... as she grabbed my neck and pulled me into a bear hug. Fully inside Rachel, I paused and let Rachel wiggle her waist and hips at me. Attempting to fuck herself beneath me.

My right arm had her left leg crooked into my elbow. My left arm the same. I lifted my hips and began the first thrust.

"YES!" she screeched. She audibly gasped another breath... "YES! YES! YES!"

Within moments I was rhythmically fucking my wife with the full length of my cock. For the next minute...

Rachel whimpered. Squeaked. Wheezed. Mumbled. All the while fisting my wrists with her hands. My hands implanted into the cushion of the couch. The couch protested my actions with squeaking springs. The length of my dick rhythmically pumping through my wife.

After that minute... Rachel rolled her eyes back. Seized into paralysis. Her head and neck thrown back. Throaty growls from her lips. Her legs made an attempt to straighten, but I denied her. Her fists left my wrists and she fisted the arm of the couch above her head. Her body quivered beneath me as I continued fucking her orgasmic pussy. Her tits were now exposed from the short shirt. The shirt up around her neck by now. Titties... Wiggling from my impacts with her pussy. Seconds into her orgasm... her drawn out, agonizing wail...

"I don't want it to stop."

Rachel repeated the phrase an additional time before she refocused on me.

"Don't stop, Steve. I want you so...... OhMyGodOhMyGod! HolyFuck!!!" Her eyes enlarged as her impeding orgasm consumed her.

As I continued fucking Rachel, she contorted into a crooked lump of flesh below me as her orgasm controlled her. Wailing from her lips. Then inhaling an audible breath. Wailing again. A breath. Wailing again. A breath. As her eyes came under control... on me...

"Fuck me, Steve. Flip me over and fuck me like you do. I love it when you fuck me from behind."

I stood and my dick slashed the air like a whip. I cradled Rachel into my arms and walked as fast as I could to our bed. Her arms around my neck in a death grip.

Fully on her tummy in our bed... I straddled her thighs on my knees... pushed my dick into her pussy... leaned forward... and...

"YES!" my lover screamed. "I want your baby, Steve. I want it right now!"

My hand on her hip. My other hand on the side of her head...

I fucked her.

With the full length of my dick. My legs impacting her perky ass with a crack on each forward thrust. Arcing my waist and hips with each thrust. Pounding my wife's pussy. The mattress audibly protesting. Rachel begging me not to stop.

It wasn't ten seconds and the beast suddenly awoke. Taking over my body and soul within microseconds...

"Oh, Fuck!" I croaked, as my animalistic sensations took control of me.

It was a monumental effort to maintain my thrusts, as my cum raked the sensitive nerves inside me. I lost all awareness of my surroundings... my need consumed me. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back. I stopped breathing.

Then... rope... after rope... after rope... of my sticky cum left my tiny slit and splashed against the accepting walls of my wife's pussy. I briefly heard my Rachel...

"OhMyGod! I can feel you inside me!"

The pace of my thrusts were now, extremely slow. Still, I managed to fully thrust into my seeded wife's pussy for a few seconds more. For a few more thrusts.

"Holy, crap," I wheezed, through the last three thrusts. "If you aren't pregnant now, you're gonna kill me on the next try."

I heard Rachel giggling beneath my huge hand on the side of her head.

I kissed my well fucked wife between the shoulder blades and rolled off. Rachel hummed in her throat as we lay next to one another. Then... her whisper as she continued to lay prone next to me...

"Now I know why all those women wanted to keep you. My head is still spinning in euphoria. There's something about you, Steve... That keeps me wanting you. Gawd... I'm still horny and that has never happened to me, before I met you."

"You're gonna kill me. I swear, you're gonna kill me before I give you a baby."

She half giggled. Then... she kissed me, left our bed and went to the bathroom. I heard her peeing, then the toilet flushed. Then, I heard the shower turn on. I left the bed, took a leak, flushed the toilet, and slipped in behind my wife in the shower. She immediately turned... stood on her toes... threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was erotic. Her firm, wet body against mine.

"I wasn't kidding about being horny," she mumbled, into my lips.

Thirty minutes later, I was fuckin' Rachel again. On her back. One arm around my neck and the other around my back. Her titties flattened against my chest. My lips against her shoulder and neck.

My rhythmic thrusts pulled three orgasms out of her within five minutes. Whimpers. Whines. Wheezes. Into my neck and shoulder. Quaking beneath me as she howled her drawn out... "Ah-s"... with each contraction of her pussy. Her orgasmic cries stirring the beast inside me.

"I love your dick," she gargled, into my ear. "Keep fuckin' me."

Rachel didn't have to give me that order. There has always been something about Rachel that is so much different than the other women before her. A good different. Maybe it was because of the emotional, husband/wife relationship I had with her. Maybe it was because, this time... the child she would carry, I would have a relationship with that child. A common bond with a baby I can share with Rachel.

After Rachel's fifth orgasm, she pleaded with me to cum inside her. So, I adjusted my position. I pushed her legs back and planted my hands on the back of her thighs. And rested my weight against her. Nearly folding her in half. I reinserted my dick into her pussy and rhythmically fucked her.

Her titties began that erotic wiggling in concert with my thrusts. A sure thing to wake the beast... to make me cum. Within a minute, I was howling and grunting out my orgasm.

I fell asleep. Not waking until the next morning. Missed my supper the night before. I rose, took a shower, dressed, and went to the kitchen to finish my banking studies and to microwave a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit.

While sipping my coffee, my wonderful Rachel appeared. Again, wearing super tight gray leggings, and a ripped and cropped Astros t-shirt. Again... with her sexy underboob on display. Again, her tight perky ass. Yeah.

Titties wiggling seductively behind the shirt as she stepped into my personal space. Rubbing her hand across the front of my pants, before she stood on her toes and kissed me.

"I could barely sleep last night, Stud. I'm still horny." Her sexy, sassy smile... I hope I never forget it.

"You're gonna kill me," I croaked. "I'm gonna have to increase my life insurance."

After a quick bite, and a sip of orange juice...

I never got those studies done.

Instead...

I fucked Rachel.

Enjoying every moment of her fantastic orgasms.

I fucked Rachel until it was time to get to my 10 o'clock biology class.

*****

It was a delight.

The day I came home from class and Rachel announced she was pregnant. Waving her home pregnancy test stick at me. Kissing me and telling me how happy she was. Thanking me for our baby.

It was a delight.

The day I came home from class and Rachel presented me with the first photograph of our baby. The sonogram. Or is it, doppler? I can't remember. I do remember... Rachel was so happy, she wept in my arms. Caressing her fingers across the tiny baby on the photograph.

It was a delight.

The day I came home from class and Rachel informed me our baby was a girl. It was my turn to weep as I looked at our daughter on the... doppler? Sonogram?

It was a delight.

Holding my Rachel while she endured the unpleasant side effects of pregnancy. Nausea. Swollen feet. Back aches. Swollen breasts. Frequent urination. And... others.

"The baby is sitting right on my bladder," she complained... often.

It was a delight...

"Steve."

"Ugmm?"

"I'm in labor."

"Ugmm."

I rose from bed, flipped on the light, and looked at my watch... 5:10 am.

"Are you sure?" I offered, as I rubbed my eye... then, my stiff neck.

Rachel answered me by leaving our bed and walking toward the bathroom... "I'm pretty sure. The contractions are fifteen minutes apart. I've been counting them since two o'clock."

Within thirty minutes, I had Rachel in the maternity section of the hospital. And, within an hour and a half...

I held our Sarah.

She was calm after being worked over by the staff, and after Rachel held her for the first time. Which... was a delight to witness mother and daughter for the first time. Rachel was beaming as she gazed on our daughter.

My heart was swollen. With love. With happiness. I looked up from our beautiful daughter's face. My Rachel was happy. I held Rachel's hand as I continued to admire the tiny little girl in my arm.

"Thank you," I offered Rachel. "She's beautiful."

"She is, Steve. She's beautiful because you and I share her... together."

Chapter 9

It was not a delight.

I felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest and cut out my heart.

My brain was numb from the news. Holding Rachel's hand, I could feel her grip tighten on mine.

"Oh, Baby," I managed to speak. A horrid quiver in my voice. "No matter what... We'll get through this."

I could see tears forming in my wife's eyes. Her lips twisted into deep sadness. I barely noticed the doctor leave her office. I stood and brought Rachel into my arms.

I wept.

Within moments, my face was hot with sadness. My cheeks drenched in tears. Rachel's sobs thumping into my chest.

Many times, during those five minutes, I felt as though I couldn't bear it. The hurt so deep. My soul had been injured, seriously. Critically. Perhaps... fatally.

Then...

"No, we won't, Steve," Rachel offered, through her horribly sadden whisper, into my chest. "You heard the doctor. It's too late."

I couldn't breathe after hearing my Rachel's words. My heart had been crushed.

"Take me home, Steve. I need to be home."

I don't remember how I managed to drive Rachel to our home. Her grip on my hand, during the drive, is all I can remember.

I could never imagine what Rachel was thinking as I pulled into the garage and closed the door. I rounded the car, opened the door and offered my hand to assist her from the car.

She pulled herself into my arms. Tears still in her eyes.

"We don't have much time, Steve," she whimpered into my neck. "I don't have much time."

"I know," I croaked through heartache. The words I uttered crushed me.

"I need to call, Mom. Then..." Rachel couldn't finish her thoughts. She was in full blown tears. Bawling in my arms. I... bawled like a child.

I wept in my hands as I heard my Rachel tell her mother. Many times, during that call, I felt my life would end, at any moment. Many times, I doubted my ability to tell our children. What would I say to John and Marie when they came home from school. In an hour. Oh, Gawd. What will I do?

It felt like my heart was ripped to shreds as I watched my John and Marie weep in their mother's arms.

"And there isn't anything that can be done?" my Marie cried out, in a horrid frustration. "But why?"

"My sweet child," her mother began, as she held her daughter's head against her breasts. Tears in her eyes... "The cancer..." she croaked. She paused to choke on her tears. "Is too advanced. Even if caught early, it wouldn't have mattered. Survivability is extremely low."

"I won't let you go!" my sixteen year old Marie cried out, as she faced her mother. Tears streaming from Marie's eyes and falling from her cheeks.

I couldn't bear it.

I collapsed on the couch and wept into my hands.

*****

I sat alone.

In my office.

My chair turned to gaze out across the forested landscape of my childhood home. The home Rachel and I made for our family.

The Woodlands.

Where I made my career. Where Rachel raised her children to be the best children I could ever imagine. Where Rachel entered my heart and remained... forever.

I stood and looked out the window. Rachel in my thoughts. For a second... I saw myself in the reflection of the window. My graying hair shining bright. For a second... I imagined Rachel holding my arm beside me. How beautiful she was. Her fantastic smile. Her happiness. Still in my heart. The heart that was taking way too long to mend after her death.

The day I met her for the first time. There in the dormitory in Lubbock. I remember her smile when we were at Spanky's. The beginning. Perhaps, the beginning of our life together.

Her surprise marriage proposal in Wyoming. I wipe a tear from my face. The hurt is still there after two years. My phone rang. Interrupting the wonderful reflections of my life with Rachel.

She was my life. Rachel. Only she...

"Rachel," I whispered, to her imaginary image in the window glass beside me. "Thank you for making my life so wonderful."

I choked on a tear. Then...

I turned to answer the phone.

*****

As I pulled my BMW into the driveway...

Sarah.

Why is she here, I wondered?

As I entered the house, Mark and Gracie leapt into my arms.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Gracie screeched.

My heart swollen with joy to see Gracie. Her grandmother clearly in her genes. Mark and Gracie were a big surprise for Sarah and Robert. Twins. Unexpected. Unplanned. Much younger than their older siblings. A joy. For my heart and soul. My Rachel inside them both.

"Daddy," Sarah offered, as she took me into her arms... After Mark and Gracie ran into the backyard on their mother's orders.

"Oh, God, Sarah," I croaked. "I hear your mother in your voice. I see your mother in your eyes."

"I miss her, too, Daddy," as she squeezed me into a loving hug.

Sarah kissed me on the cheek and held my hand. Her mother's smile returned to me. Damn. I have children and grandchildren who remind me so much of my lover.

"I need to talk to you."

"Of course, Sweetie. In the living room?"

Sarah. Mother of five. A successful and handsome husband. Robert.

I sat in my chair and she sat at the end of the couch... nearest me. She leaned forward and clasped her hands together.

I blinked. Twice.

I had seen her do this more than once. Her mother had done it to me millions of times.

It was something serious.

"Daddy. Now that you're retired," she began. She paused as she gave me that caring look I had seen in her mother. "A man contacted me about three years ago. His name is William Burke."

"And?"

Where was this going?

"Daddy. I took a DNA test a while back. My girlfriends talked me into it and..."

My heart collided with the front of my chest and shattered.

It spilled from my lips involuntarily...

"Oh God."

"Daddy. Is it true?"

For a moment I couldn't speak.

"Tell me what you know."

"I have been contacted by 51 people, Daddy. Over the past three years."

My mind was numb.

I didn't know what to say. I stood. Numb. Paralyzed.

Embarrassed.

I was the leader of a banking corporation I formed 33 years ago. I was strong. Firm. Confident.

Now...

I felt helpless.

By now, Sarah was by my side. I turned to face her...

"Who else knows? Your brothers and sisters?"

"Just me, Daddy. I'm the only one that knows. But..." I saw a tear in her eye... she took my arm into her hand... "It's been so hard not to tell you. To keep it a secret. I was concerned about your position with the bank. All those banks you were in charge of. If this..." Sarah pinched off her sentence. "Is it true, Daddy? Is it true all those people are my brothers and sisters?"

I truly didn't know what to say. I always knew it would be a possibility. And now... Here I was. Staring it in the face of my wonderful, beautiful daughter.

"Yes."

My word rang like a church bell heard around the world. A ring that would never end.

I regained my composure. I held my daughter's hands in mine.

"Let's sit on the couch, Sarah. I'll tell you everything."

And... I did.

Amazingly. To my surprise. It only took twenty minutes. And when I was finished...

"And Mama knew this? And helped you?"

I was hurt to see the disbelief in my daughter's eyes.

"She did. And later... she contacted me. It was the first time your mother and I had met... face to face. And... when I think back on that day in the dormitory. Your mother... grabbed my attention and she never let it go. And I didn't want to let go, either. I miss your mother so much."

I stood and walked across the living room. Peering into the backyard. Gracie desperately racing after her brother to tag him.

From behind me... a whispered... statement...

"Mother helped you."

I could hear the disbelief in her tone. Then... "Mother knew. All this time."

"She did."

Gracie finally tagged Mark. I smiled. I'm thinking Mark kinda let Gracie get him.

Then... out of nowhere...

"So... Now what?" I offered. I turned to face Sarah. "I can't apologize for something I willfully did. I mean, I could've told you... and your brothers and sisters. But I still don't know what I would say." I paused. "I did this when I was single. I did this for the money, really. It was good money. I suppose I didn't give it serious enough thought, Sarah. I was twenty and I didn't imagine this day would ever happen 49 years later. I had hoped, then. That I was giving a couple a chance to have a family. And, over the years, I thought less and less about the outcomes that may have occurred. From the beginning, I told New Horizons, I didn't want to know. Anything about the children, or their families. I signed an agreement to never seek them out. I knew then... I would never know them."

"Well," Sarah quipped. Hurt still in her face..."Fifty one of them want to know everything about you."

"What?" My heart stopped in my chest. "No... I can't. I promised their parents I wouldn't."

"You did promise, Daddy. To New Horizons and to their parents. But you didn't promise to your..."

Sarah look stunned. She looked at me a little funny...

"Children," she whispered. "There was no promise they wouldn't find you."

"Oh my God." The hurt in my chest was nearly unbearable.

I could feel my heart lurching in my throat.

"That's not all, Daddy," Sarah continued. "They're all in their late forties. All of them are older than me. And... they have children. And grandchildren. Three of them have great grandchildren."

I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened. Grandchildren? Great grand... Oh Gawd.

"I need a drink of water," I croaked, as I side stepped my beautiful daughter for the kitchen. After my drink...

Sarah told me they gathered together many years ago. To know one another, so none of them would meet by accident and get married. For over twenty years they have known their familiar roots.

"It was me, Daddy," she offered, as she took my hand. Gazing into my eyes. "I can see why you were chosen. You are still one handsome and hot man. So damn smart and successful. Self-made, just like Grandpa."

"Have you met any of them?" I couldn't believe I said that.

"No. I wanted to wait. To talk to you about it. Again... I didn't want to interfere with your career. For fear it would become public. I have spoken to several on the phone. And..." I saw Sarah pause and swallow... "I did have a video call with William Burke. Jesus, Daddy... He looks just like you."

"My God," I groaned. I ran fingers through my hair. "Fuck. What am I gonna say to your brothers and sisters?

"The same thing you've told me. And... one more thing, Daddy."

I turned to face my daughter.

"They know who you are, now. Once they identified me in the DNA profile, it was only a matter of time they found out you were my father. I begged them to wait until you retired. This is all my fault, Daddy. I shouldn't have taken that stupid DNA test."

I took Sarah into my arms and held her close... "Doesn't matter now. I suppose... I need to speak with William. And find out what he wants."

Sarah arranged it.

It was eerie to hear my voice returned to me. But in a different accent.

William was the leader. The one coordinating the annual reunion of his half siblings. For the past 17 years. As a twenty year old, I never imagined this could happen.

"We think there are a few more, Mr. Powers. A few we haven't known about, so far. Based on what we can find, I think there are at least 57... maybe. For the most part... we... your children..."

It felt really weird to hear William sat that.

"We are doctors. Lawyers. Bankers, like yourself. Accountants. Engineers. Teachers. College professors. Politicians."

Fuck... Politicians!

"And, some of us... Not so successful. Two are in prison for felonies. Two are habitual drug addicts. I will say. The drug addicts? Their parents were the cause. They are addicts, too."

"The world isn't perfect," I groaned.

I looked to Sarah. She was listening in on the call.

I could hear silence on the other end of the line. An awkward silence. Then...

"Mr. Powers. It would be a pleasure to meet you, Sir. We have something in common, other than our genetics. We are both... bankers."

I turned to Sarah and she looked to me. She shrugged her shoulders and then nodded. I hesitated. Then...

"OK."

*****

My emotions were raw.

The disbelief in my children's faces.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed. My chest hurt. My mind numbed by conflicting emotions. The look on the faces of...

Michael. James. Rose. Anna. Julie. John. And... Marie.

Marie leaped out of her chair and knelt at my feet, as I sat in my chair. Taking my hands into hers.

"Daddy," she offered, in the sweetest, kindest voice. "If Mommy was OK with this... So am I. I love you, Daddy. No matter what."

"Oh, God," I wept... "I love you so much, Marie."

*****

Amazingly...

I wasn't nervous.

It's just William, I kept telling myself.

My children. And their spouses. And my grandchildren.

Surrounding me like an armed guard. Sarah on my left. Marie on my right. Holding my arms.

"Ready?" Sarah offered, while she held my hand and arm.

"Yeah. I am."

The Intercontinental Hotel... Kansas City.

The concierge led all of us to the conference rooms. As we turned the corner and entered the hallway...

A huge smile greeted me just 20 feet away.

"Oh my God," I mumbled. And...

Simultaneously...

The exact same words, left the lips of...

Sarah. Marie. Michael. James. Rose. Anna. Julie. And... John.

I broke free of my children and hurried to face William. A man... whom eerily... had many of my features.

"William," I offered, as I neared. "I don't know what to say," as I took his hand in greeting.

"You say what's in your heart, Steve," he replied, in a happy and calm voice.

"OK," I replied, as I continued to hold his hand. "I want you to meet my family, William. Then... let's sit down and talk."

He nodded and smiled. Directing me... and my family into the conference room.

I stood to the side and watched William greet my children. Not with handshakes... But with an embrace. There were times where I didn't think I could bear the sight before me. It was, as though, they had known each other for decades. William, and my children, weeping with joy.

"So..." William sighed, as he left the embrace of James. "Let's talk."

As we sat next to each other at a table...

"Sir. Fifty one of your children want to know you. I am one, of the fifty one. They've been waiting for a long time to meet you."

"William... I signed an agreement with your parents, and the parents of the others. I cannot... for any reason reach out to them."

"I've read that agreement." He paused and smiled a confident smile. "There is nothing in the agreement where we can't find you. And... to interact with you. I hired an attorney. This is true."

He leaned forward and placed his huge hand on the top of mine...

"Will you let us come to The Woodlands to see you? Please."

On those words, Sarah and Marie sat next to me. My other children crowding behind where I sat.

"Say 'yes,' Daddy," my Sarah whispered.

"Yes, Daddy," Marie echoed. "Please say, 'yes.'"

I turned to Sarah.... she nodded with her mother's smile on her lips. Damn. I turned to Marie on my right... she nodded as well... with her mother's smile.

I turned to William...

"OK."

*****

My heart was beating so hard against my chest.

My Marie standing in front of me and holding my face in her hands... Looking up into my eyes...

"You won't be alone, Daddy. All of us..." she offered, as she gestured to her brothers and sisters. "Are here with you. We will protect you. Encourage you. Love you."

I squeezed Marie's hand and turned to face Rose, Anna, and Julie. Welcoming smiles on their lips. Each nodding in agreement with Marie.

Without a word, I turned and watched Sarah open the door... with a smile.

I stepped forward. I briefly closed my eyes. Then...

I crossed the threshold.

A roar.

A sea of people on my right as I entered the huge conference room. Standing and applauding. I sensed my family surround me from behind.

The applause and roar increased.

I couldn't help it.

I wept.

Those nearest me. Both men and women. My God. I could see myself in each of them.

A woman in the front left her place and approached me quickly. Tears in her eyes... my eyes. She has my eyes.

"I've waited so long for this moment...... Daddy."

She took me in her arms and held me. I could feel the love leave her body and enter mine. I embraced her.

The roar and applause heightened. Stimulating my own emotions. I released the woman from my embrace... and held her shoulders...

"What is your name, daughter?"

"Elizabeth," she wept. "Thank you so much for coming to see me. I have long wondered who my real father might be."

"Now you know, my beautiful child. My name is Steve Powers."

Then...

Sarah.

At the podium and clearing her throat to get the attention of the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," she began.

"Come with me, Elizabeth. Come. Sit next to me."

I saw her eyes light up like twinkling stars. My heart swelled with joy. I took her hand and made for the chair next to Sarah. After sitting with Elizabeth on my left... Sarah continued...

"All my life, I have known my father."

A 30 second roar from everyone in front of me.

"Until three years ago..." She paused and looked across the sea of her brothers and sisters. "I was the oldest child of Rachel and Steve Powers. Now... I am the 52nd oldest child present in this room."

Applause. Loud applause. A few individuals stood to applause.

"I have brought my father to meet you. But first... my father has a few words for you."

I received a standing ovation before I could leave my chair. Elizabeth squeezed my hand and smiled. I stood and Sarah embraced me with a kiss on my cheek.

I stood at the podium for at least a minute during the applause. Those who I could see, at least half of them did have my physical looks and stature. I raised a hand to get everyone's attention. Then...

"My name is Steve Powers. And... I am your biological father." After another minute of applause... "I must tell you... Each of you... I never expected to meet any of you." I paused. "The circumstances I found myself, forty nine years ago, it never crossed my mind I would be here today. Because... I signed a contract. A contract that guaranteed... I would not be here on my own. I was forbidden to find you. And... as a twenty year old, I was not wise. I was not able to foresee this day would come. A day where children... I never expected to know, would gather in one place."

I swallowed... hard.

"I must tell you my story. The story as to why each of you are here." I turned to my children who sat at the chairs on each side of the podium. "That includes the children I helped raise with my beautiful wife, Rachel. Because... Rachel was involved in your existence, also. She was my... 'behind the scenes'... assistant. She coordinated your mothers with me. Making sure we met at the right time to have children. To have you."

Applause.

"Sons and daughters," I proclaimed.

More applause.

"I was chosen. Chosen by a woman who helped your parents to have a child. To this day, I do not know how she found me. But she did. And, she enticed me with money to work for her. And, it would be a lie... If I told you... a twenty year old man would turn down the opportunity to have sex with many women and get paid for it."

Applause and laughter... for almost two minutes.

"It has been nearly 50 years. And, admittedly... I find it difficult to remember all the women I met. Your mothers. Your mothers chose me as well. From the photographs and written biography my employer provided them. But, I can tell you this with absolute certainty. They were the most beautiful women I have ever met."

Standing applause.

"Beautiful because... they did this for you. They wanted children. They wanted you, so much, they came to me. A stranger. Only knowing me from a photograph and a brief biography."

I paused and looked across the crowd.

"They took a great risk. To meet me. To be with me. And then... to leave. Never for us to meet again. In a few cases, I met your mother a second time. For the same reason. To give your parents a second child."

Applause.

"It was only two years. All of you are near each other's ages. There are no others. And here you are. Together. Celebrating the joy of knowing you are not alone."

I paused as the applause died down.

"I cannot guarantee I will know each of you, as I know my own children. But, I will make an effort to know you. And, I hope I can give you a small part of me to take home with you."

Another pause as I could see the approval on the faces before me.

"I will stay here. As long as you like. To give you this opportunity you have longed for so many years."

Before I knew it, Elizabeth had me in a bear hug embrace. The applause was deafening.

*****

It took three days.

To embrace the children, I never knew. To embrace the grandchildren, I never knew. I held two great grandchildren in my arms... both little girls.

Family photographs with smartphones.

It was... odd. And happy at the same time... To see my children interacting with their half siblings. My grandchildren interacting with their half cousins.

I regret I could not remember all their names. But, I did remember a few.

Early in the afternoon, on the third day...

"Grandpa."

I turned to find a very pretty young woman standing near me. I stepped forward and offered the embrace she clearly wanted. As we held each other...

"What is your name, child?"

"Katie," she whispered, into my ear. "Kaitlyn Martin."

"You're a beautiful young lady, Katie." I broke our embrace.

And she was. Shoulder length and dark brown curly hair. Dark brown eyes that clearly belonged to me. Five-five, tops. Slightly tanned and silky, smooth skin. A pretty dress with some cleavage on not so big titties. I took her hand and found a nearby table...

"Come sit with me Katie and tell me about yourself."

And she did. She had just finished high school and was planning to attend Texas Tech. Only because, I had gone there. She had read about me through her mother... Who had been given a brief history of my life by William.

"As soon as I read about you," she began. "I wanted to know you so much. You and I have so many things in common, it's... weird. But, so very beautiful at the same time."

I took her hands into mine... "It is beautiful. And... you're beautiful."

"We're both first in our class, Grandpa. I want to study finance, too. Even before I knew you. I was on the softball team and we won state. Just like you won state in baseball. It's like... I'm stepping in your footsteps."

"This is wonderful news, Katie. I am so proud of you and your parents. I so hope you succeed when you leave for Lubbock."

"Grandpa," she offered, as she squeezed my hands. "After all of this. Would it be possible for me to..." I could see she was tentative... uncomfortable. I nodded gently to encourage her. "I really would appreciate an opportunity to get to know you better. You know. About banking. I was an intern last summer at a bank. But... I want to know you and your career. So... that I might explore that which you experienced."

I could tell my new granddaughter was anxious... hopeful.

"Of course. Where do you live, Katie?"

"I live in San Antonio. My father is in the Air Force and my mother is a bank officer. My mother is your daughter and she is right over there. Looking at us with her smile."

I immediately stood and gestured for her mother to come to me. A gorgeous woman.

"Daddy," she whispered, as she fell into my arms and squeezed me firmly. "Finally... we meet."

Catherine.

Mother and daughter sitting next to me and looking so much alike. Catherine telling me how much she traveled with her husband while in the Air Force. And, he could not be present today because of work. Then...

"Daddy," Catherine began. "Katie and I are staying a few days. You know... mother and daughter trip. Would you be interested in meeting us again, before we leave?"

I was interested. Two very pretty woman. My daughter and granddaughter.

"When will you return to San Antonio?" I asked, Catherine.

"Tuesday."

"How about Sunday evening? I would love to have dinner with each of you. Where are you staying?"

"The Intercontinental... The Woodlands."

"Perfect," I smiled. "The best food in town. Just the three of us. I'll meet you in the lobby of the hotel at 7."

"Perfect," Catherine chirped. Then she looked at Katie.

With a knowing look.

Katie returned that same look.

I furled my brow...

Hmm.

*****

I slept for nearly 10 hours.

Something I don't do very often. The three days of the mental challenges of meeting my children and grandchildren, took a toll on my endurance. The fourth day spent with my immediate family in my home. Listening to the conversations of my children meeting so many half siblings. They were excited. Which... took me by surprise. Then, Sarah...

"I can't believe Mama helped you do all of that. It's so... crazy!"

"In hindsight, it was crazy. But... in the same hindsight... I met the most perfect woman I could ever imagine. Your mother."

"Ah," Sarah wheezed, as she took me into her arms.

In general, my sons and daughters took the situation quite well. And Marie... Wow. My little extrovert had a blast. She and William were now the leaders of the Steve Powers Children Group. Marie was so fired up to help plan the next gathering.

I took it easy that Sunday. It was hot and humid in The Woodlands and I stayed indoors for the better part of the day. James and his family came over for lunch and then went home. It's always good to see James, Janet, Millie, Bobby, Anna, and Joey.

I took a shower, shaved, and dressed for my dinner date with Catherine and Katie. I set out my best business suit, white shirt, and purple necktie Marie bought for me when she was fourteen. For Father's Day. She and her older brothers had their own lawn mowing business and she was excited for making money for the first time. It was a wonderful day, that day.

I was a little nervous as I arrived at the Intercontinental Hotel. Catherine and Katie were practically strangers. I was, however, hopeful for a happy evening. Especially with two very pretty women.

And, I wasn't disappointed. Both women were wearing very pretty dresses. Each with messy ponytails... Sexy look on each of them. Each one showing me just a little of their cleavage. Catherine had the better of the tits, though. As I mentioned before, Katie had small titties.

They greeted me with happy and wide smiles. A warm embrace from each of them. After sitting in the dining room, I was amazed as the two women spoke small talk about their trip from San Antonio and the meeting of all their relatives. Amazed, in so much, this was my daughter and granddaughter. In a break of our conversation...

"I'm really having a great time with each of you," I began. "For some reason, neither of you feel like strangers to me."

Catherine leaned to her left... toward me... just a little...

"Well," she offered, in a subdued voice. "We are hoping we won't be strangers for much longer."

It was plainly obvious to me, when Catherine gave Katie that same knowing glance, I had seen a few days ago. But just as quickly, the glance disappeared and we returned to discussing me... and meeting all of my long lost children.

After dinner, Catherine sipped the last of her wine, sat her glass down and again... leaned to her left toward me.

"Daddy... Would you please? Come with us to our room for a drink? You see. Katie is underage for wine, but I let her have a glass or two in our home. Besides, it may be some time before we have an opportunity to see you again."

I didn't think anything about it, because... that knowing glance didn't appear again.

"Of course." I looked at my watch. "Sure. For a little while longer."

I paid the check and left a generous tip. The girls were lively in their conversation as we left for the elevators. Something about they would have to return and go to the dress shop they found this past week. As we rode the elevator up, I could see each woman smiling to the other. Again, I didn't think much about it.

Catherine gave me the electronic room key. I unlocked the door and allowed the women to enter first. As I followed the women inside...

A suite. A big one.

Separate bedroom and living area with a wet bar. And a fantastic view overlooking the tall pines of The Woodlands. It was getting dark. Catherine poured a glass of wine for Katie and herself. I declined a drink and just had ice water. After I sat on the couch in the living area, Catherine sat next to me holding her glass. For a few seconds, I had second thoughts because Catherine was in contact with me... sitting so close on my left. Katie sat in a chair across from us. Then...

"Daddy," Catherine began. "Have you ever... swung with another couple?"

To say I was taken by surprise, would be an understatement...

"Swung?" I began. "Like swinging? Like swapping wives?"

She nodded to me as she sipped her red wine.

"No. I haven't. Rachel and I never did that."

"Well, I have," she offered, with slitted eyes. "Doug and I have done it quite often over the years. In fact... our marriage is an open marriage." Catherine gave me a sexy leer.

I looked to Katie... she was sipping her wine with a little smirk on her lips. Damn.

"We brought Katie along on one of our parties this summer. Her first time." Catherine looked to her daughter. "Needless to say, she was the center of attention. With both men and women. How would you describe your experience, Dear?"

"It was liberating," she said. Katie looked at me like a leopardess. I blinked. Twice. "I absolutely loved it. I didn't know I could feel so good in the company of another man. Or with a woman. So different, yet so... very emotional. A good emotion."

"Wow," I whispered.

It was then, I realized I was here for another reason.

"Look," I began, as I sat my water on the coffee table in front of me. "I certainly didn't expect to... well..." I looked to Catherine and before I knew it...

She had an arm around the top of my shoulders and was kissing me. Her hand on my upper chest to hold me in place. Pulling me into her lips. Her tongue tapping at my lips for an invitation. Then... her whisper just millimeters from my lips...

"You may not remember my mother, Daddy... but, she remembers you, all too well."

I audibly swallowed hard...

"During my freshman year in college, she admitted what I had always suspected. That my Daddy was not my biological daddy. She also admitted..." She paused and looked me hard in the eye... "She told me... with a few details... that she had never been with a man who was able to give her multiple and fantastic orgasms. For three days straight. She had never had sex so often in her life and never since. She told me she missed you for almost ten years."

"I don't know what to say," I croaked. I tried to stand and Catherine denied me... holding me back.

"You were known as Mark then. She knew your real name before she passed away two years ago." Again, Catherine eyeballed me hard. "All these years later, I still hear her words about how she felt when she was with you. And right now... I'm so horny for you. I want you so much. Right here."

"Catherine," I snapped. "We can't do this? I'm your father."

"Yes... you can, Daddy. I want what Mom had. You have no worries about STDs or a pregnancy. I'm clean and protected. Plus..." she hissed. "The thought of screwing my Daddy is exhilarating, and making me want you so much more."

"I don't know if I can do this, Catherine," I squelched. "I haven't been with a woman since Rachel died. That's been years. And... you may not have a problem with incest, but I think I do."

"Then you're Mark, and not my Daddy," she growled. "Better yet... I want you to be Mark."

"This is nuts," I growled. Again, I tried to stand, but both Catherine and Katie kept me in place. Katie... in a firm tone...

"We're pretty liberal when it comes to sex, Grandpa. Neither of us mind that you're our father and grandfather. Relax. Enjoy the moment. Incest or not... It's just three people who want each other." With slitted eyes, Katie continued... "I find it thrilling, like Mama. The thought of screwing my grandfather has me so horny."

"Fuck," I slurred. My heart was pounding. Catherine... with lusty eyes....

"That's exactly what I want you to do to me, Mark."

I swallowed hard...

"If I agree to this..." I paused and looked to both women. Embarrassingly... they were looking really hot right now and my nearly 70 year old dick twitched... Twice.

"If I agree to this... it can never happen again. Agreed?"

"Yes," Catherine slurred seductively, as she made to kiss me. "Kiss me, Mark. Like you mean it. Travel back to when you were 20 years old. And, I'm the next one on your long list of women."

Surprisingly... the kiss did take me back to my younger days. Within moments, Catherine and I were in a full on, passionate kiss. And damn. She was a great kisser. She broke our kiss and Katie wanted her turn.

It was odd at first. A wrinkled gray haired man kissing a youthful eighteen year old. My dick stiffened to its full length. Kissing Katie, as she stood over me... as I sat next to her mother... soon became natural. Which worried me. And, Katie was a great kisser, too.

Then... Catherine...

"Mother said you were into bikinis when the two of you were together. Well, we bought some today. Just for this moment."

Immediately, the two women stood... leered at me like prey... and left for the bedroom. Leaving me dumbfounded sitting on the couch. On the way to the bedroom... Katie... from over her shoulder...

"Come to the bedroom in ten minutes... Grandpa," she emphasized. "Lose the coat and necktie." She winked at me... from over her shoulder.

Fuck.

I didn't wait 10 minutes. It was closer to 5.

During that 5 minutes, I seriously wondered if I could perform. I seriously considered walking out of the room and back to my car. After nearly 50 years, my dick was not as thick as it once was. Although I still worked out and ran, it wasn't nearly the amount as when I was younger. Age tends to do that to a body.

As I entered the bedroom...

"Holy crap," I mumbled, as I stood frozen just a few feet inside the door.

Two women... five-five... their backs to me... offered a fantastic view of their cheeky bikini bottoms. Catherine's round bottom much larger than the slender... and petite... and perky ass, Katie.

Catherine's dark hair pinned into a bob on the top of her head. Katie... loose and pinned back with a pony tie.

"Like what you see?" Katie asked, with a sly tone.

"I do," I slurred. "Very, very nice scenery." My eyes darting between the butt cheeks of both women. "Once we do this, there's no taking it back. Are you sure you want this? I can't guarantee a good outcome, because... I'm nearly 70 years old."

Catherine turned and approached me... her dark blue bottoms above her belly button. Her bikini top... tight and pushing her girls up and in. Her tits wiggling within the confines as she approached me. Stopped right in front of me... her piercing eyes drilling themselves into my brain...

"We're strangers, Mark. Just like 49 years ago. You had no reservations then. Or you wouldn't have had 50 plus children. You shouldn't now, either. Both of us are protected from any pregnancy. And... you haven't been with anyone since your wife. And, us? We are STD tested regularly... Because of the parties we attended. So..." She winked at me... "Nothing to worry about... OK?"

"OK," I whispered. "But... it'll still bother me afterward."

"You'll find a way... Mark," she emphasized. Then... she kissed me.

Wrapping her arms around my neck and standing on her toes. Pressing her tits into my chest. Her tongue inside my mouth and dueling with mine. I had her around the back and ass and pulling her into my body. Then... she broke the kiss...

"Katie's turn. But... she wants you out of those clothes, Silver Fox."

I gulped at the name I was called...

"Silver Fox," I slurred, as I looked into Catherine's eyes. "Really? You think I still... got it?"

"Oh yeah," she whispered... drawing out the last word... as her arms were still around my neck. "No fewer than 20 of your daughters mentioned words to that effect. You're still hot... Mark." She released me and stepped back.

I began unbuttoning my shirt, as Katie helped with the belt on my trousers. I noticed her small tits behind a green triangle bikini top. The top was worn upside down. Something I had seen with my own daughters when they were younger. Her bottom was a loin cloth style bottom. A flat, toned tummy... and body. I sat and removed my shoes and socks. Pulled my trousers off... along with my underwear. Standing fully nude...

Katie fell to her knees and began fellating me. Right through all that thick fur I had between my legs. Catherine joined her and began sucking my balls down her throat.

"Fuck," I slurred, long and loud. I put a hand on the top of each woman's head.

I felt my eyes roll back at the fantastic and long pull of Katie's mouth. It had been so long since I had my dick sucked. Heavenly. Thrilling. To have a feminine mouth go down on me. My balls tighten. The shiver of anticipated sex creeped up my spine. I strained to keep from curling my toes, knowing I would blow cum soon afterward.

"Holy shit," I groaned. "Who wants it first?"

I felt Katie release my cock with a pop of her lips. Catherine stood and grabbed my fully engorged dick in hand... leading me to the king sized bed just a few steps away. She crawled into bed onto her back. Pulled her bikini bottoms off her hips and legs and tossed it to the side. The same with the top.

Parted her legs, with feet on the mattress, and offered her arms for me to come to her. I knee walked to between her legs, fisted my dick, and pointed it to her hairless pussy. I touched her entrance... leaned forward... fell into her waiting arms... and...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, as my dick engaged a very tight, 48 year old pussy, and slithered the length to the very end. She grabbed me by the back of my neck and the middle of my back. My hairy chest pressing against her flatten titties. I lifted my waist and hips for the first thrust. Then... quickly... I plunged my cock into her pussy and...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she howled... drawing out her expletive.

I quickly established rhythmic thrusts... and in no time, Catherine was whimpering into my ear. Her grip on my neck and back tightened. Her lips... mumbles mixed with her whines. My hot breaths into the top of her head. Concentrating on my performance. Her hot breaths into the side of my neck... And... I was loving it.

It felt so damn good to have my dick back inside a hot, tight, and wet pussy. Recalling how difficult it was to keep from curling my toes and cumming too soon. Unexpectedly, Rachel entered my mind for a few moments... I felt guilt. Recalling the passion I had for her. The passion she had for me. I could still hear Rachel cumming in my thoughts. What an erotic memory.

Catherine snapped me out of my recollection... her whimpers and mumbles quickly progressed into sharp, staccato, and crescendo howls and within a few seconds...

"OhMyGodOhMyGod!" she squealed. Then...

I could feel her pussy clamp around my dick. And as it did so, Catherine half screamed out an orgasmic howl. Then another. Then another. In sync with the contractions of her orgasmic pussy. Shaking violently beneath me. Her orgasm complete, she thrust her pussy at me while I was inside her.

"Don't stop, Mark. Please don't stop," she pleaded in desperation.

It was then I realized, she was role playing her mother's experience. Calling me... Mark.

I quickly re-established my rhythmic thrusts and she came again within 30 seconds. Crying out during her multiple orgasmic contractions... her howled words...

"I don't want it to stop!... OhMyGodOhMyGod!... I'm cumming again... Ho---ly Fuck!!!"

Again, Catherine violently shook beneath me as I fought through her tight orgasmic pussy. She howled with each contraction of her pussy. I can't believe I'm fucking my daughter. I fucked Catherine for another five minutes... forcing three more orgasms out of her. Each one including violent shaking beneath my body and howling out her orgasm... and her pussy brutalizing my dick. Her pleas in my ear during that five minutes...

"Don't stop! OhMyGod, please don't stop!"

After her last orgasm, Catherine pleaded with me to get off. She couldn't catch her breath anymore.

I rolled over and onto my back. Before I could catch my own breath, Katie was sucking my dick. Slurping the cum left by her mother. Then, she maneuvered into a 69 on top of me. Her little and bald pussy staring me right in the face.

"Roll to your right," she ordered. "Sideways 69."

Amazingly, we both rolled in unison... considering... it had been at least 49 years since I was in this position. Her leg beneath me and the other leg over my head. I did the same with her.

She pulled hard suction on my dick and I thought she would rip it from my loins. I tapped her swollen clit with my tongue and she hummed on my dick. Her little clit was not so little. It wasn't huge, but it was larger than most clits I had seen. It was erotic... Her not so little clit. I drew the stiff nub into my lips and she was rubbed herself against my mouth within microseconds. It was then I realized, I was licking the pussy of an eighteen year old, who still hadn't begun her college career. An eighteen year old... Granddaughter!

Fuck.

Now...

I was never any good at 69. In any position... Top. Bottom. Sideways. It just isn't the same to lick and suck a clit in an upside down position. I just couldn't master the stimulation I wanted to give a woman. On the other hand, I had mastered the art of cunnilingus with Rachel. While she was on her back and I was lying down in front of her pussy... kissing her pussy. I was very good. So much so, Rachel... out of nowhere... would ask me to go down on her. In many different locations in our home.

So, I squirmed out of Katie's clutches and manhandled her petite body onto her back.

"Spread those legs," I demanded.

I fell onto my belly and put my mouth over the entire mons of her pussy. Slurping like I hadn't any water in days. Stroking her sexy nub with my tongue... like petting a dog with my hand.

"OhMyGod," my granddaughter wheezed, to the ceiling. Squeezing her nipples with both hands. I had her whimpering within moments. Her clit between my lips... pulling soft suction... and my tongue gently lashing at it near the root.

Katie was whining and whimpering with my repetitive rhythm. Her hips rubbing her pussy against my lips and tongue.

In staccato whimpering... Katie...

"You're so fuckin' good with your tongue. Oh My God, your good."

While licking youthful pussy, I reached for her perky small titties. A-cups, no doubt about it. Her tiny nipples stiff and erect. I put them between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed...

"Yes," she hissed, as her hands pressed my hands into her titties. "A little harder."

I ate pussy for at least five minutes. Her aroused aroma driving me insane. Her pussy was drooling cum down her crack to the sheets. The room was overwhelmed with the aroma of pussy.

I rose to my knees... knee walked to between her parted legs... put my dick at her youthful entrance... looked down to the sexy vixen before me... her eyes focused on my stiff dick... she arched her back and neck... she reached for my cock and grabbed my ass... pulling me forward and...

I saw her eyes roll back as my dick entered her tight pussy and she fell onto her back. I fell into her body and her titties pressed against my chest. She wrapped both arms around the top of my shoulders... I quickly established my rhythmic thrusts and...

"OhMyGod!" she screamed, as her arms squeezed me around my neck. "You're so fuckin' big!"

For several minutes she wailed, wheezed, and whimpered as my dick slithered rhythmically through her silky tunnel. Youthful tunnel.

Her pussy was tight. Too tight. It took all my mental fortitude to refrain from cumming. I closed my eyes to concentrate, as my hips and waist forced my dick through her pussy. I groaned deep in my throat at the battle I was having from within myself. The long lost internal beast of my youth suddenly appeared. I was hyper focused as my hot breath caressed the hair on top of her head. I could feel her staccato breath on my neck, shoulder and throat. The firm grip of her arms around my neck. The erotic noises from her throat stimulating me. Whimpering. Mumbling. Whining. Gasping. The tingles of my orgasm beaten back by sheer determination.

Like her mother, she stiffened beneath... her legs quivering in the air beside me... and began staccato and loud howls from deep in her throat. Gently quivering beneath me.

"Ho---ly Fuck," she gasped, as she began to push me to the side. I rolled over onto my back. Quickly, she mounted me like a horse while on her knees... facing me. Her eyes rolled back as she guided my hard cock into her tiny pussy. I saw her hold her breath as she balanced on my dick... placing her hands at the top of my chest.

"I can't believe how good you make me feel," she offered, in staccato breaths. "Fuckin' amazing. I literally lost my mind just now. And..." Her eyes rolled back... "Your so fuckin' deep inside me right now."

It was then, Katie began riding me like a horse. Forcing her pelvis forward, then backward. My dick twirling circles in the silky inner flesh of youthful pussy. My eyes rolled back and came back into focus. Watching the perky titties heave on her tiny chest. Looking at Katie's, not so little clit, fully exposed just above my furry pubis. Within seconds, Katie fell into my arms and howled out an orgasm into my neck and shoulder... her titties pressed firmly against me. Three times she howled in secession for each contraction of her pussy on my dick.

"Can you feel me cumming on you right now?" she whimpered into my ear.

I grunted in reply... whacked her cute ass cheeks with both hands... wrapped my arms around her back and began fucking my granddaughter from below. Quickly slapping my pubis against her tight ass as my dick made an attempt to brutalize her pussy. Within a minute I had Katie in a continuous orgasm on top of me. Quivering in my clutches. Still fucking her from below while her pussy contracted over and over. Her howls propagated into staccato screams into the pillow behind my head. I rewarded her with sharp whacks to her ass cheeks with the palms of my hands.

In a strangled plea, she begged me not to stop.

"It feels so good, Grandpa! Please... don't stop!"

I didn't stop. And that bothered me. With the word... Grandpa.

Incest at its worst.

But, for me, too... it felt so fucking good.

I rolled Katie over to the side and onto the bed. I flipped her onto her left side and moved in behind her. I lifted her right leg and poked my cock into her pussy. Amazingly... it slithered effortless through the length of her pussy... resulting in...

"Ho---ly Fuck," from her lips in a high pitched voice.

I took a firm grip of her right leg and began fucking Katie from behind while on our sides. Damn... her pussy feels good.

For two minutes I fucked Katie into three orgasms. Katie pleading with me to... "Don't' stop!" Each orgasm resulting in Katie pulling her legs into her chest and sharp orgasmic screams from her lips. Then...

I flipped Katie onto her tummy. Pushed her legs together. Straddled her legs. Poked my dick into her pussy from behind. Leaned forward. Put one hand on the side of her head and the other on the small of her back.

"OhMyGod," I heard from behind. "Mama told me about this."

Immediately... I lifted my hips and waist and slammed my dick back through the tiny pussy. My pubis cracked the perky ass of my granddaughter with a smack. Quickly, I established a rhythm of forcing the full length of my cock through accepting pussy.

It wasn't long before Katie was screaming...

"OhMyGod!... OhMyGod!... OhMyGod!" into her pillow. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm losing my fuckin' mind!"

I could only last a minute before the long hibernating beast within me, took absolute control of my body and mind. The tingles of my immediate orgasm took over. And I, too...

Lost my mind.

My only focus...

My cum racing from my body and entering Katie.

My disgusting groans and wails echoing from the walls of the bedroom.

My arms and legs frozen in time.

Seconds later I rolled off the petite woman below me and fell onto my back. My lungs screaming for oxygen. My heart pounding against my ribs. My eyes frozen in the back of my head. My toes curled and cramping. My next rational thought...

Catherine bathing my cock with her lips and tongue. I turned my head to see Katie on her back. Fishing my cum... and hers... from her pussy and licking her fingers.

"What a fuck," I managed to mumble. I doubt either woman heard the words.

My eyes rolled back and the lights went out.

*****

I woke with Katie in my arms.

Her naked ass tucked seamlessly into my pubis, as we both lay on our right sides. My left hand cradling a small, but sexy tittie. Damn. Soft and youthful woman in my arms. Good memories.

Then, reality smacked my brain.

Fuck! I just fucked my daughter and granddaughter.

I looked at the digital clock next to the bed... 11:45... AM!

I groaned a disgusting groan from my throat and made to leave my granddaughter.

"No," she slurred, as she gripped my arm from leaving her. "Just a few more minutes, Baby."

Baby... Fuck.

I could smell food and my brain and body responded.

I extricated myself from the firm grip of my arm and Katie whined with her eyes still closed. I rolled out of bed and headed to the living room. Crusty cum all over my dick and pubis. I grabbed one of the hotel bathrobes.

"Well, well, well," I was greeted, as I entered. "What a night, huh?"

"It was," I slurred. "Something I never expected. From you, or from me."

"Lunch?"

"Absolutely."

I sat next to Catherine and she greeted me with a fantastic smile. I felt like I had been beaten up by a cement truck. I was sore... everywhere. Every muscle. Every tendon. Scratches on my back and arms. Damn.

Without a word, Catherine stood... grabbed a plate... and filled it with biscuits and sausage gravy from the serving cart. Scrambled eggs and coffee.

"I don't think I have ever been so hungry." Catherine sat the plate in front of me... with a smile... "Thank you."

"You're welcome. And..." She slitted her eyes at me... "Thank you. For last night."

"I don't know what to say, Catherine. I really don't know what came over me. I really... really feel guilty, right now."

"We'll talk about it later. Eat... Daddy."

It didn't go unnoticed with her emphasis on the last word. Nor the sexy, sly smile she gave me.

Damn.

While I ate and sipped coffee, Catherine informed me of her plans for the next two days. Another day of shopping... and return to San Antonio tomorrow morning. Well fed and after a sip of my coffee... Catherine... in a lowered voice and leaning slightly toward me...

"You're everything Mama told me. Except... it was way, so much better than I expected."

"I still don't know what to say." I sat my cup down and turn slightly to face my daughter.

"You don't have to. Katie and I got what we always wanted. Thank you."

"I suppose... you're welcome. But... I can't do this again, Catherine."

"If you want, you could. You did me and Katie way better than the 20 and 30 year olds we've been with. It's amazing. 69 years old and you are one sexy Adonis. You even look fantastic for your age." She leaned across the table and rested on her arms. I could see her nice tits through the opening in her bathrobe. No doubt it was on purpose. "If I were to take you back home with me, I could make a fortune with you at the parties I host."

"Not gonna happened," I snapped. "What we did last night? We agreed it would never happen again. And, I mean it. And... I expect you and Katie to keep this between us. I don't want any rumors swirling around with the reunions William and Marie are planning for the future."

"Of course, Daddy. But, I... 'am' telling my girlfriends about you... anonymously, of course."

"Anonymous... keep it that way... please."

I received a nod in reply.

We sat there staring at each other... awkwardly... at least, I thought so.

"I'm going to go home, Catherine." I stood. Catherine gave me her slutty eyes. "May I use a wash cloth before I dress?"

"Of course. Take a shower if you like."

"Thank you."

I had just finished washing soap from my body when Katie stepped into the shower with me. Waving a disposable razor at me. Damn, she has a sexy body. Those small tits are driving me mad. Along with her perky ass and petite and firm body.

"I had room service send up a razor for you. May I shave your whiskers?"

"I really should go," I croaked.

"Grandpa... no expectations, OK? I know all of this was a 'one and done' thing."

I nodded and sat down on a portable shower stool. She soaped my face and shaved my stubble... carefully... as she smiled at me. Damn she's good looking. It was hard not to stare at her sexy... perky... small... titties. At the sight of them, I rolled my eyes back and closed my lids. Fuck... My dick moved and she saw it. Grinning at me like I had been caught.

"I never asked, Katie. Who is your grandmother?"

She smiled a sexy, happy smile... "She was known to you as, Patrice. Her real name was..."

"No," I snapped, with the interruption. "Don't tell me. Patrice is all I need. Please. I remember Patrice. A fond memory. I don't see much of your grandmother in you, but for sure... I see it in Catherine."

Katie unexpectedly kissed me. A soft, yet brief kiss.

"You," she began, in a soft whisper over the shower spray... "Are so much like my Grandma described. You know..." She stepped back and gave me a fine look of her petite body. Her clit was even visible when she wasn't aroused. "You are so hot, even though you're almost 70. You're pretty damn good looking for someone your age."

"Thank you. Hand me that razor and I'll finish up."

I stood and bladed my whiskers across my upper lip. In microseconds, Katie had my dick in hand. She looked up to me with a neutral look as she pumped my cock... slowly.

Then...

"One last time... please? Your freakin' large cock has me horny."

I hesitated.

"I've never been with someone like you. I've never had multiple orgasms when I was with someone. I've... never lost my mind like I did last night, Grandpa. I just want to experience it one last time."

I pulled the razor across my chin. Then... looked down...

"Go get in bed." I croaked.

I was frustrated with myself. Why couldn't I put an end to this?

"Yes," she hissed, with a fist pump. She opened the glass door to the shower... "I'm still so fuckin' horny from last night!"

As I finished shaving, I could hear the two women talking in the other room. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. As I left the bathroom, Katie leapt into my arms. Throwing her arms around my neck... standing on her toes... pressing her perky tits into my chest... and kissing me like... she wanted me really bad. Breathing heavily while we kissed. Her lips and tongued attacking mine. Then...

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me toward the bed. I caught a glimpse of Catherine... she smiled at me and nodded toward the bed...

"Too damn sore, Daddy. I'm passing on this round."

She turned and left the room.

Before I knew it, Katie had me on my back and was kissing me... as she lay on top of me. Rubbing her already aromatic pussy against my growing erection. The aroma of my granddaughter caused me to lose any rational or moral thoughts.

My hands explored the youthful body of my granddaughter, as our lips and tongues gently dueled... and danced with each other. Her perky round ass was irresistible to my huge hands. Her perky titties flattened against my chest with her hands on my neck and cheek.

"I've never seen an uncircumcised dick," she mumbled, into my mouth. "I love yours." With that...

Still kissing me... Katie wiggled her hips and waist and placed her pussy at the tip of my fully engorged dick. Then... with a little push from Katie... my cock slithered past her entrance. Still pushing herself onto me... arching her back as she did so... my dick creeping along the restricted velvety tunnel...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wheezed, into my mouth. "I can't believe how good it feels. So, so much more than even last night." With that...

Katie kissed me. Passionately. As she gently... and slowly... caused my dick to slide back and forth inside of her. Lifting her hips and waist to stroke my dick with her pussy. It was only microseconds and she was wheezing and whimpering into my upper chest and throat.

For the next three minutes, Katie manipulated herself on top of me... to fuck herself with my dick while she was in full contact with our bodies. Sliding herself downward along my body and then, upward. Back and forth against me as my dick enjoyed the ride.

Also, during that three minutes... Katie... Mumbled. Whimpered. Gasped. Squeaked. Moaned. Slowly... fucking me. I was there, only for the ride. A ride I was thoroughly enjoying. I sensed she was stimulating herself in more than one way. Not only could I feel her prominent clit against my pubis, I could feel her stiff nipples comb the gray hairs on my chest.

Then... Katie's breathing became ragged. Her pace of fucking me increased. The pressure of her pubis against me, increased. Growls from her throat With each thrust of her pussy against me, her breathing became louder. Mumbles I didn't understand. Then, her breathing became staccato. She was fucking me faster and more aggressively. Her hot breaths on my neck and chest. Her back arched to get more leverage against me. Then... in a crescendo...

"YesYesYesYesYesYes!... OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!"

Katie seized on top of me. Her face in a grimace. Rubbing her pussy against me in very short, rapid thrusts. Pussy contractions pummeling my cock. I could feel her stiff clit rubbing against my skin, just above my dick. Erotic. She stopped breathing. I whacked her butt cheeks with both hands and I didn't hold back. It didn't seem to have an effect on Katie... she continued to growl from her throat through her seizure. Seconds later...

Katie seemed to come to her senses... She looked at me and then her eyes rolled back. Again, focusing on me... "Did you feel me cumming on your dick? It was so fuckin' amazing."

I answered her with a growl and a sharp whack with my open palm on her ass. She squeaked loudly and then smiled at me. I rolled her off of me. Flipped her onto her right side. Pulled her toward the headboard where she lay her head on a pillow. I pushed her left leg toward her... straddled her right leg on my knees... and pushed my cock into her fully exposed pussy hole. As my dick traveled the length of her pussy...

"OhMyGod," she wailed, as her eyes rolled back.

I fucked her. Moderate rhythmic thrusts. On my knees. Hovering above her. Thrusting about three quarters the length of my dick. My right hand on her hip and my other hand on the pillow next to her head. Hovering above Katie, I watched her eyes roll back and remain there for seconds at a time. Heard her mumble affirmative compliments to me in between her whimpers and wails. I had her quivering with an orgasm within a minute. Howling into the pillow with each contraction of her pussy. Her small fists full of clinched pillow. I forced myself through her tight, orgasmic pussy and soon had her in multiple orgasms over the next two minutes.

My thrusts became more aggressive. And longer. My pubis slamming against her perky ass with each forward thrust. With my aggression, Katie howled out her pleasures ever louder. Her grip on the pillow ever tighter. To my amazement...

I fucked Katie in this position for at least five, or more minutes. I lost count of her orgasms. I lost account of myself as I watched in amazement how Katie could take all this fucking and endure all her orgasms. I was certain she would call a halt to it all, but she didn't.

I suppose... she did lose her mind.

Suddenly... my need arrived. The old geezer beast within me awoke and took over control. I groaned and grunted like a bear. I howled like a wolf. I continued thrusting. Again... to my amazement...

Katie righted herself and my dick left her pussy with a pop. She fisted my dick and pumped me. Her sexy, petite mouth surrounded the tip of my dick and...

"DAMN!" I roared.

Through slitted eyes and half a rational mind... while on my knees... I watched my dick pulsate and throb, as my cum left my tiny slit. Katie looking up to me as she took my entire load into her mouth. I suddenly realized my balls were tight up against me. It hurt... a little. Katie grabbed my balls and pulled on them, as she continued sucking my cock. Holy shit!

I felt faint. My balance unsteady. I leaned to my left and fell onto the bed. Katie quickly joined me. Nuzzling me on my left side. Her head on my shoulder and her left leg across my lower belly.

"You're amazing," she whispered. "I don't think I will ever be manhandled like that ever again. I loved it. I truly loved it, Grandpa. I just lose my mind when I'm with you. And... I love it. And I'm still so fuckin' horny."

"Give me ten minutes and I'll go down on you," I wheezed.

I almost fell asleep. Katie grooming my chest hairs... softly... gently. Her warm body against me. I could hear... and feel Katie humming in her throat. Satisfied hums. Regaining my sanity...

I rolled Katie onto her back... parted her legs... and reclined in front of her bald, and tiny pussy. I couldn't help focusing on her prominent clit.

"You like my clit, don't you?"

"I do." I gently sucked it and Katie whimpered and gasped for breath.

"The men and women at the last party. They all like it, too. I'm a popular partner... with my clit."

"I bet you are," I mumbled, through sopping wet pussy lips.

Katie's clit inside my mouth. Gentle nibbing with my teeth. Suction from my lips. My tongue gently stroking her clit from the base to the tip. Her soft howls toward the ceiling. My fingers on her perky nipples. Squeezing gently. Her hands on mine. Pressing my hands firmly into her tits.

Then...

Catherine nudged my hip and began fellating me. Oh, fuck... she can suck.

Lying on my left side and eating pussy... Catherine softly... slowly... sucking my cock. Tonguing my tiny slit. Pulling on my nuts while pulling hard suction. My eyes rolled back... many times.

Moments later, Catherine took control. Ordering me onto my back with my head on pillows at the headboard. She backed her round ass onto me while on all fours... facing away from me. Reaching between her legs and pointing my needy cock toward her bald pussy. She lowered her hips and waist and my cock disappeared into the silky wet folds of my daughter. Following by her lifting and lowering her hips... fucking my dick. In no time, Catherine was howling softly from her lips. What an ass. A gorgeous ass.

Katie slithering in on my right... on her elbow, hovering above me and snaking her tongue down my throat as her mother fucked me. Her free hand caressing my neck, chest and belly. Damn.

Catherine fucked herself into two orgasms. Quivering and screaming into the bedsheets as her pussy made fine attempts to swallow my dick. Then, she turned around and rode me like a horse. On her knees. It didn't last long until she came on me again. Falling into my arms. Howling mumbled words into my neck. I spanked her round ass with an open palm. I felt her pussy twitch on my cock.

I wrapped my arms around her back and began fucking her from below. Within a minute, I had Catherine cumming hard in my arms. Staccato screams into the pillow beside my ear. For a good two minutes I fucked her. I counted three orgasms. Each one ending with a...

"Ho---ly Fuck."

From her lips.

I pushed Catherine off. I flipped her onto her tummy. Pushed her legs together. And...

"Oh no!" she cried. "Just like you did Mama! Yes!"

I straddled her legs... pushed my cock into her drooling pussy... leaned forward... placed a hand on the side of her head... the other at her hip... and...

Fucked my daughter.

With all my weight and force. My pubis impacted her gorgeous round ass with sharp explosions. Arcing my back, waist and hips and slamming myself into Catherine. My cock fully penetrating the lovely pussy.

Mumbled screams from Catherine's lips into the pillow she fisted into her face. In no time, Katie tossed herself in beside her mother. Her gaze to me over her shoulder spoke of her turn very soon. I fucked Catherine until I felt she had enough of her share. Probably about a minute or so. Then, I moved over to Katie and fucked her in the same way. Hand on the side of the face and my full weight and force shoving my dick into her fine pussy.

I did this for the next few minutes. Switching back and forth on each woman. The whole time, howls of pleasure from the women's lips. Orgasms from two quivering women. Groans and croaks from my throat.

Then... My need arrived. I finished off in Catherine. I howled like a dog as my orgasm consumed me. Having cum twice within the last 24 hours, there wasn't much left I could provide. I collapsed into Catherine' back...

Exhausted.

Once I had my breath, I rolled off Catherine. Two hot women on my left. Both...

Well fucked.

Within moments, my eyes closed and I was out like a light.

Chapter 10

Over the years, I met up with Catherine and Katie.

But... never for sex. It was always social.

Katie would often stay at my home while she became great friends with her cousins... The children of my children with Rachel. To my delight, Katie never let on what we had done together, nor did she ever pressure me into another sexual situation. It was nice for her to come and stay with me on occasion. We often discussed business and banking.

I also met up with my other children and grandchildren. There was a huge regret that I couldn't get to know each of them a little better. There were just too many. Many times, I couldn't remember their names. But, they didn't seem to mind. They seemed truly happy with me to spend a little, and brief time with them. I was someone they could talk to... and relate to.

I did my very best to spend time with my immediate family. My children and grandchildren I had with Rachel. My feelings were hurt, on numerous occasions, because I missed Rachel so much. My children had so much of her within them, I couldn't ignore it. Many of my grandchildren, too. It was like Rachel was staring me in the face. With a familiar and happy smile.

Rachel was so much a part of my life. She swept me off my feet for all those years. Damn... I miss her so much.

Fortunately... or maybe, not so fortunately... I am 98 years old now.

Fortunately... all my children with Rachel are still with me.

Unfortunately... some of my other children are gone.

At last count, I had 56 children outside of my children with Rachel. With my children with Rachel, and the others... I have...

201 grandchildren.

222 great grandchildren.

97 great great grandchildren.

36 great great great grandchildren.

4 great great great great grandchildren.

And...

I personally met all of them.

I never dreamed this could happen to me 78 years ago.

I am happy with my life and my successful family and career. But...

Deep in my heart...

I look forward to that time, when I rejoin my Rachel.

The End...

Of another old man's fantasy.