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Late Evenings Part 11

Part 11
On Friday morning, Judy said she felt like going to dinner on Saturday night and asked if I was up for it. Naturally, I said yes and started looking forward to Delia and whatever new adventures might be in store. A little later, Judy came into my office with a sad look on her face and said Delia was book for Saturday night. We probably could have found another sitter, but it wasn’t like I really cared about going out to dinner – it was the dessert I was after and I suspect Judy felt the same way.
That afternoon, I had an offsite meeting and Judy was taking advantage of Mica watching the kids to go shopping with some friends at the mall. Luckily for me, Mica pretty much stayed with the kids in her room or went outside with them. I was thankful that she wasn’t strutting around the house trying to turn me on or some such thing because I figured that even if a girl like that did try to get me worked up, she would blue ball me and feign ignorance if I ever tried anything.
So, whenever Mica was around, I just got some work done in my home office and tried to stay away from her. When I got back from my meeting, that’s exactly what I did – I went straight to my office after saying hello to her and talking to the kids about their day for a few minutes. I got busy with some work and didn’t really pay attention to the knock on the door. At this time of day, it usually meant it was a neighbor kid looking to play, and since Mica was here I figured she would get the door. Then, I heard the doorbell ring and realized that Mica and the kids were probably out back by the pool.
I walked to the door expecting the neighbor kid to be looking for my son, but it was Lola standing there. She looked as surprised to see me as I was to see her and we made some quick but awkward conversation. Lola said she was driving by and thought she would drop in on Judy to say hello since she knew the kids would be home from school. I explained that we now had Mica and Judy had some new freedom in the afternoons and was out shopping.
Even though I was right in the middle of some work in my office, I invited Lola in. Working at home gets kind of monotonous and having a diversion is always welcome, especially when it’s one you’ve recently fucked in the ass. Lola and I went to the kitchen and I poured a couple of iced teas and we shot the shit a little bit. I realized that except for fucking her, I didn’t really know her since I had only met her for a few minutes before showing her my dick and asking her to suck it. Turns out she was a pretty cool broad and I could see why Judy liked having her around for more than eating her pussy.
Mica came into the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks for the kids and I introduced her to Lola. When Mica went back outside, Lola recalled that she had seen Mica at Kathy’s house one time last year. She also remarked that Mica had come into her own, that she had grown into her body as she looked through the window at her sitting by the pool reading a book as the kids played nearby. I said to Lola, “would you eat her pussy without being fucked?” Lola looked annoyed and said “Can’t we have a regular conversation without being so dirty? Is that all you see in me – someone to fuck?!”
I laughed a little bit and trying to appease Lola I said “I really do think you’re cool and fun to hang out with. Today has been a nice surprise, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about how it was to fuck you in the ass while you ate my wife’s pussy.” Lola said, “So does that mean every time I drop by I need to get fucked by you or I need to eat Judy’s pussy? Is that what it’s like around here?” I thought about it for a minute and said “I just can’t imagine NOT wanting to stick my dick in you somewhere. Sorry, but that’s just the way guys think.” She just snickered and looked away and I could see her gaze landed on Mica by the pool.
Looking at Lola, I appreciated how her skin tight jeans and sweater showed off her hot body. No wonder her husband never lasted more than a few minutes. If I could bang her any time I wanted, I probably wouldn’t be much better. I looked at my watch as I stood up and walked over to Lola and said “I guess it’s time.” She looked up at me and said time for what? She looked a bit anxious and I couldn’t tell if she was concerned that I was going to ask her to leave, or that I was going to try to make a move on her.
I said “It’s time. It’s time for you to answer the question I asked you earlier. Would you eat Mica’s pussy without being fucked?” She looked up at me, but only after hesitating, and the hesitation was all I needed to know and whatever explanation came out of her mouth wouldn’t really matter. Lola said, “she’s just a young girl. I have no idea if she’s even interested in women.” I said, “guys don’t look at it that way. We look at every chick, young or old, married or not, straight or gay and decide on the spot if we would fuck them. It’s just something we all do without even thinking about it.”
“Is that how you looked at me when we met?” Lola asked. “I hadn’t met you, but I knew you’d already had your tongue up Judy’s pussy and got fucked by two guys while doing it. Pretty good chance that I wanted to fuck you before I even saw you. But, I will say, if I hadn’t known you at all, I would have put you in my JOMB.” “Your JOMB – what’s a JOMB” “It’s my Jack Off Memory Bank – comes in handy” I laughed “ and you were in it before I even met you.” Lola tried to give me a look like I was some kind of pervert, but we both knew that she was just as bad.
I said “watch, I’ll jack off for you right now” and I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. It was already raging (otherwise I wouldn’t have been so bold). Lola covered her mouth in surprise and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching (duh – like I would have whipped out my dick with the kids in the room). She looked out the window and saw Mica by the pool and the kids splashing in the water having a good time. I also looked at Mica and gained a little enthusiasm. Lola turned her head back towards me and just leaned back to watch – she no longer acted surprised and she certainly could have gotten up to leave if she was offended. As if this would have been offensive to her!
I hadn’t cum in a couple days and I could tell I wouldn’t have to stroke very long. I started pumping faster and faster and Lola just kept looking at my dick and occasionally glancing outside. It seemed like she was checking to see if the coast was clear, but her gaze always seemed to last a little longer on Mica than necessary. I was starting to feel really good and I thought about fucking her real quick but we were in the kitchen and she was wearing tight jeans that would have taken some effort to strip off of her so I just kept stroking and looking down at her very nice body, long auburn hair, and cute face. I thought, if her husband only knew.
The tip of my dick started leaking pre cum so I offered it to Lola. She hesitated but licked it off without taking my dick in her mouth – just kind flicked around the head. I had to do this a lot as my dick was really leaking pre cum. The next time I offered it to Lola, she took it in her mouth and started to really suck me. She was working me really well with her hand and sucking the head to extract all the pre cum she could get. As I got close to cumming, I held her head with my hands and started to fuck her mouth. She instantly relaxed her throat and I was able to dump my load straight past her tonsils.
I pulled my dick from her mouth and wiped the remained dribbles of cum on her face and neck. She was laughing and trying to push me away so I put my dick back in my pants and zipped myself up. Just as I was sitting back down, Mica walked into the kitchen and said “Oh, I didn’t realize you two were still in the kitchen.” I said “Yeah, we’re just hanging out since it’s Friday afternoon. Judy still isn’t back.” Mica looked over at Lola for a moment and started to stare before she quickly looked away. She said “OK, I just needed some drinks and I need to get back to the pool and the kids.” As she walked back from the refrigerator with a handful of drinks, she quickly glanced at Lola again and I followed her gaze to Lola’s face and neck and noticed that her cheek and neck were wet with cum. I’m not sure if Mica knew exactly what it was, but she did seem suspicious, at least to me.
Lola didn’t notice Mica’s stares and stood up to say that she figured it was time to head back home. She said, “tell Judy I dropped by” and walked toward the front door. I showed her out and just after she drove off, I saw Judy’s car coming down the street. She parked in the garage and a few moments later I heard the rustling of shopping bags coming from the garage. She said, “Hi honey, I’m back. Did I just see Lola driving down the street?” I answered that Lola dropped by for a visit but had to get going. Judy started to respond, but when she looked out the window she said “Oh, I see that Mica is still here. I thought she might be gone already.”
I looked at my watch and saw that it was after 5pm, so I walked out to the pool and told the kids they need to say goodbye to Mica and to get dried off and change back into their clothes. Mica loaded her book and laptop back into her backpack and said goodbye to the kids. I told her to have a good weekend and that we would see her Monday after school, or just before school actually so she would be here when the kids got home. She said to tell Judy hello and went out via the yard gate and drove off. As I walked back into the house to help with the kids, I noticed Judy in the upstairs window looking down on me. I didn’t think she realized I had seen her, so I just went inside the house without looking up or waving.

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Our First Meeting part 2

This is the second part of my story. “Our First Meeting.” I got on bit of fed back from someone who was blunt and rude, and has not done and stories of there own. So I decided to do it anyway. I hope you like it, any fed back would be great.

An incest birthday chapter 7

I took a little break before writing this part. There are no mispells or typos, I spelled everything in this story exactly as i want it to be. As usual, comments and PMs about this and upcoming stories i will start writing are appreciated.

The weekend to remember, chapter 1-3

Hi guys. This is my first ever story, so please give feedback. I apologize for misspellings and grammar faults, I’m Norwegian, and can’t garantee everything is right. Hope you will enjoy. Here is chapter 1-3

Locked Into the Past, prt4

I was brooding in my office Tuesday morning, thinking about the evening before. Richard accompanied me home from the office and visited with the family for an hour or so. The thing that concerned me was Pat’s behavior. My wife has always been sweet and friendly, but has never been what one would call a “hugger.” But when we walked in the living room, Pat met me with the usual hug and kiss on the lips, but instead of extending her hand to Richard as she normally would, she let him hug her and kiss her on the cheek. Certainly nothing that does not happen all the time with many casual friends, but totally out of character for Pat. As he stood to leave, she again let hime hug her, and this time she gave him a kiss his cheek.
My confidence was being tested. When Richard told me I was going to help him seduce my wife I was really not too worried. I had no doubt she would rebuff any of his advances regardless of anything short of using a date rape drug or getting her drunk, and I had seen her drink too much only twice in our nearly 20 year relationship and one of those times was her first year in college before we started dating. Even though I knew he had a certain magnetism around women and portrayed a confidence and commanding authority that many found hard to resist, I never believed it would affect Patty. I still felt she would rebuff his advances but now I was not quite as sure as I had been..
Joan buzzed to tell me Richard was on the phone. When I answered, he asked,”So, what did everyone decide about my taking the family out?”
“Well, we don’t know for certain yet, and won’t until the kids get home from school this afternoon and…
“HOLY FUCK!,” he screamed over the phone.
My temper flared. How did he think he could waltz in and take over our whole lives and schedule. I was ready to come back at him, when again he screamed over the phone, “Another plane just flew into the other tower.”
“What in the hell are you talking about,” I demanded.
“Didn’t you know a plane flew into one of the towers of the World Trade Center this morning?,” he asked.
“I heard something in the lobby this morning about a small plane flying into a building but since it was not local, I didn’t pay that much attention,” i said, “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that a passenger jet just crashed into the other tower and I watched it all on television. Two planes in two buildings the same day? Man, that’s no accident. Something bad is happening. See if you can’t get to a TV or at least listen on the radio. I’m hanging up. I will talk to you later.” With that the phone went dead.
The rest of the day was a blur as we learned of the plane that had been crashed into the Pentegon and in the field in Pennsylvania and we all tried to absorb the meaning and eventual outcome of these carefully planned attacks. That evening at home I wanted to hold my family close. I could not imagine losing a one of them. In some ways my family was under attack from Richard and what he was insisting that I do. He had said something about getting a 28 day leave to wind up the estate. If so, that meant he could be here another three weeks.
The next afternoon, Richard showed up about the same time I got back from a quick lunch. Joan announced his arrival and I told her to send him in. “Just wanted to tie up any loose ends. Our reservations are for 7:00?,” he asked. I nodded yes. “Both June and Roy will be there I understand, but I was wondering what time we need to be back home and also have decided that I would like to spend the night with you instead of driving back home. Set that up with Pat. Otherwise I will get a motel room.”
“We need to be home no later than 10:00, because the kids have to go to school tomorrow, but if we are going to do this, I have got to put in a good afternoon here. I didn’t get very much done yesterday after everything happened.”
“No problem,” he said. I didn’t really come by to see you anyway. I am here to see that little Miss Wonderful Jo Anne,” he smiled.
“I assume you mean Joan, my secretary?, I asked.
“Oh, ok, thanks. It does help to use a woman’s right name when you are putting a move on her. I am going to make an urgent call for you from my cell like last time. What name did I use?,” he asked.
“I don’t remember, but I think it was Sinclair,” I said.
“That’s what I was thinking,” he concurred, and dialed my office number. In just a few minutes he was in the outer office and I was left with his cell and an imaginary private phone conversation. I turned back to the figures I had spread across my desk.
As Richard walked back into the outer office, Joan looked up and flashed him a hesitant smile. She could smile all friendly like but at the same time look like she was afraid she had no right to even enter another person’s world with even an act of friendliness. Richard thought it was almost like she needed permission to smile. He had never seen anyone that everything about them seemed to cry out that they knew they were totally deficient and derved to be used and abused. He wondered how far she could be pushed, before she felt she had a right to push back. He was determined to find out before his leave was over.
Joan was definetly on the plain side, but did have a cute little girlish figure. She was wearing a rather low cut blouse. Richard had been sure to apply his pheromone cologne that morning. He didn’t really know if it had the affect on women it was supposed to have or not, but he always had better luck when he wore it. He knew he had more confidence and had wondered if that was where the extra edge came from rather than the sex cologne itself.
Richard gave her one of his big smile and confidently walked over to her desk. The contrast between his confident assuredness and her timid uncertainty could not have been more striking. ” is that boss of yours always that busy,” he asked.
“Sometimes,” she said with a smile, as he came unconfomtably close to her. It always rattled her a little when someone invaded her space.
He stood above her, asking questions about what she was doing, all the while obviously staring down her blouse. She anwered with out looking up at him. When she finally looked up to meet his eyes and discovered what he was viewing, she turned red and quickly brought her hand up to hold her blouse to her chest.
Richard flashed her another confident smile as he looked so deeply into her eyes that she didn’t seem to have the power to look away. He took her hand in his and said,”No, don’t do that. Your breasts are so beautiful.” Submissively, she let his hand guide her’s away and the blouse again revealed her treasures to his hungry gaze. Her blushing cheeks deepened a shade or two under his compliment and his commanding eyes that seemed to suck all her will power from her.
“They are too small,” she answered in throaty voice.
He smiled reassuringly, as he spoke very gently to her. “Too small? Not at all. It’s not size that makes a breast beautiful. It is the shape and the proportion. Five pounds of fat isn’t what makes beauty, whereever it may be stored. Learn to appreciate this incredibly sexy body that God has given to you. Let me show you something.” With that he released her hand which fell helplessly in her lap, and he began to unbutton her blouse untill it was fully opened and revealing her bra.
“”But what if someone walks in,” she frantically protesed as he removed her blouse from her sholders.
“Ok, go lock the office door,” he told her.
Obediently, she got out of her chair and locked the door. As she walked back toward him, he told her again how beautiful and sexy she looked. Again, she blushed a deep red as she slowly walked back to Richard, drawn more by his magnatism than by her own will. He did not let her sit down this time. His hand held her by her naked waist. “Take off your bra,” he commanded softly.
She looked up hesitantly but said nothing, surrendering herself to his will that seemed to have taken over control of all her own thought processes. Her arms reached back and easily unhooked the bra and let it fall from her sholders. “Put it with the blouse,” he told her, and she dropped it on top of the desk..
His hands went to her breasts. Gently, he lifted them and let his hands roam over them, awakening the nipples that begain to harden to his touch. “Look at them,” he instructed her. She meekly obeyed.
“Look how elegantly they are shaped. They are so dainty and such a picture of grace. See the beautiful symmetry, each one formed in lovliness. Your nipples are a study in perfection. See how perky they look as they stand at attention in their full glory. Don’t you see their shapely beauty?,” he asked.
She looked into his eyes. She so wanted to see what he described , but for too many years she had looked at her undersized breasts and had seen only inferior nubs where others had real breasts. She had heard the boys make jokes about her smallness, and the girls shamed her over her undeveloped breast. She couldn’t even remember who was the first to say she had twinkies instead of titties, but it stuck, and all through high school, she was known as “Twinky” a name she always hated, but always answered to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she answered this man who had undressed her from the waist up to reveal her shameful lacking, “No, no, I see any thing but beauty,” she whimpered.
“Here, take your hands and feel them. Love them with your fingers, appreciate the fantastic beauty God has shaped on your beautiful chest.” he ordered her, as he released them and stepped out of the way.
Her hands lifted as if in someone else’s control. Her fingers moved to clutch her undersized boobs. She felt dirty to be exploring her own body. Here she was doing nasty things in front of someone she barely knew. Her hands searched for the hidden splendor no one else had ever seen, especially herself. ‘ Just hold them,” the voice said. “Look at them, See the beautiful gentle curves of your breasts? See the sassy little nipples demanding attention? Feel the delicate ridges around your nipples and see the exquisite colors of pink and brown and white. It looks like the work of a magnificent artist. There is not a hint of sagging in your breasts. They are perfection in superb detail. Can’t you see this glory you carry everyday of your life? Say it. Say I have beautiful breasts.”
“I, I, I, have beau…beaut,” she searched out his eyes for assurance, before she could make herself mouth the words: “I have…. have beautiful br..breasts,”
she finally choked out.
“That’s, right,” he assurred her. “Just keep repeating that for me to hear, and let me hold them again,” he told her. Immediately he took one of the dainty nipples into his mouth and begin to such on it. The nipple seemed to double in size. Her breathing deepened as she continued to praise her body with the words he had told her to say.
Richard’s goal was to get his dick in and out of her in less than 30 minutes. He had taken his time up to now, but knew it was time not wasted. The rest should go pretty fast he knew as his hand moved to the bottom of her skirt and began to move up her inner thighs. She stiffened for a moment in protest but slowly relaxed again as her mind returned to those strange words her lips kept mouthing about her beauty. Soon his hands touched the silky panties. The crouch was almost dripping with her juices. As soon as his fingers touched her there, her whole body shuddered violently. He removed his hand and unzipped her skirt. She felt it fall to her ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her clad only in her wet panties. Richard wanted those to stay on her until the very last moment. He released her breast and kissed her mouth, stopping the mindless words she was obediently repeating. His hands moved to her panties and rolled them down till only the clutchingmouth of her pussy held them in place. Then as one hand roved over her lower body, his other returned to give pleasure to her breasts. He continued to work on her tongue, her titties and her leaking pussy. Finally, he pulled the soggy panties from her cunt and rolled it down her thighs and legs till it too lay at her feet.
He gripped her buttocks lifted her up, leaving her panties behind, and sat her on the edge of her desk. Quickly he burried his face in her well lubricated cunt and started to work on her quivering womanhood. His tongue licked the full length of her slit and when her hit her clitoris she jerked like she had been jolted with a volt of electricity. “Oh what did you do?, she cried out.
Richard was shocked at her words. Had no one ever touched her clit before, he wondered. He busied himself washing down her cuntal walls as he thrust deep inside her. He pulled out and headed again toward her love button. This time he sucked her clit into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue. She went wild as her hips thrust up from the desk and she began to shake involuntarily like she was freezing in the winter cold. He felt her orgasim building. She could have cared less who walked through the doors of her office. She would have surrended herself on stage for the whole world to see at that moment. Nothing mattered but the pleasure that was building in every nerve of her body. He thought a moment about leaving her just short of fulfillment, but then decided this would be a good build up for their next time. He devoted all his talent and skills to making this the mother of all orgasims.
There was no doubt in his mind when the earthquake of her first orgasim exploded in her belly. She moaned and cried out with pleasure. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hips bucked furiously from the desk top. Chill bumps covered her whole body as the intensity of those long denied sexual fireworks shot through every fiber of her being leaving her thoroughly spent as she finally collapsed and lay back on the papers neatly placed on the top of her desk. Even as she lay there almost in a comotose state, tingles of pleasure would periodically quiver down the trunk of her body into the deep recessed of her newly awakened womanhood.
Richard glanced at the clock on the wall and realized 21 minutes had passed. He was barely going to make the time limit. He pulled from between he legs and gently coaxed her back from the world of sexual ectasy. He explained to her that he did not have time to make love to her, like he wanted, but he was going to enter her and let her pussy pull him deep inside her. He needed to move her from the desk to the carpet. She offered no protest as he reached under her neck and drew her into an upright position, then holding her tight against him, he laid her on the plush carpet.. Some of the papers had stuck to her sweaty body and scatterred on the floor beside her. He undid his pants and let them fall to his feet as he skinned his jockey shorts down his hips, freleasing his rock hard cock. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he moved his penis to the mouth of her love channel and prepared to hide the salami. He learned quickly that this part of her body had not been well used. Either that prick that she had married didn’t have much equiptment or he didn’t bother using it much, because she was the tightest married woman he had ever had. Slowly he pushed inside her. He could feel her muscles tighten around his unfamiliar visitor, before he was over an inch inside her. He pushed inside another two inches and she began to whimper, “Oh, no, you are so big. I don’t think I can take anymore.”
Richard had other ideas. He knew not only that she could, but that she would take it all before she got off the floor today. He pushed another two inches inside. The streching was shooting pain deep inside her pussy. She had never taken that much meat inside of her. She tried to scoot up to escape this determined invader, but to no avail. He needed to get this done, Richard reasoned, and with one hard determined thrust he was all the way in. His thrust surprised her and she clenched every muscles of her body, which only increased the pain. “Relax,’ Richard whispered as he brushed the hair from her eyes and bent down to kiss her on the forhead. “You’ve taken it all, just let your body accomodate it. After a full minute, he began to move in and out a couple of inches at a time. Her pain had lessened considerably by now. Glancing at the clock he could barely see from the floor, Richard pulled out all the way to the head and then moved all the way back inside. She offered no resistence. Once more he withdrew and slide all the way back inside her. She moaned. He smiled. Then he pulled all the way out and began to pull up his shorts and pants into place.
“That’s all for today baby,” he told her. I am going to spend the night with you tomorrow and then I’m taking you out of town this week-end. Today was great, you little sexy thing you, but these next couple of days are going to be fabulous.” She continued to lay on the floor as if she was no longer aware that someone knock on her office door at any moment. “You better get dressed and get yourself together,” he told her as he bent down and picked up her panties. “The first time I take a woman’s panties off, they belong to me. I will buy you some more if you want and I only take the panties one time but these are memories,” he said as he waved them before her and then slipped them inside his pocket.
Suddenly she seemed to awaken to the real world again. She quickly jumped up and started slipping on her clothes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the glass window. “Oh no, I am a mess,” she moaned, and as quickly as she could get everything covered, she unlocked the door and headed for the women’s room.
Richard opened the door to my office and walked in. He had been gone exactly 29 minutes. “Where is Joan?” I asked, surprised he had come back in while the phone was still connected.
“Oh she had to go to the ladies room, so I thought I would come back in,” he answered,
as he walked over and picked up his cell phone. “Close your eyes a minute and see if you can identify something for me,” he told me.
Impatiently, I closed my eyes and said, “Ok, what?” I caught a whiff of something but didn’t know what it was. Suddenly something wet and cold was being wiped on my nose and mouth.”What are your doing, I demanded as I opened my eyes and jerked my head back.
“Don’t you recognize little Miss Wonderful’s scent,” Richard asked with a little laugh, as he held up a small pair of pink panties with a sopping wet crouch.
“No, I don’t. I have never smelled her before,” I said in indignation. “At least not there.”
“Well you have now,” Richard said with a little chuckle.
I was filled with envy. I’ve had sex with two women and two women only in my entire life and Richard seemed to have no problem bedding any women whenever he wanted, even someone whose name he can’t even remember I thought angerly. It was that way all through high school and it is still that way today. It seemed so unfair at the moment that I did not even think of the fact that I had not even seriously thought of having sex with another woman since I had been married to Patty.
Before I could get my head together again, I heard him bark out an order to me: “Get rid of those clothes. I’ve got something saved back just for you.”
I started to protest, but knew it was a waste of time. I shed everything I had on and crawled over to the chair to get him ready for the now expected blow job. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his dress pants and slipped pants and short down to his ankles. I took his semi hard cock into my mouth in what was now becoming a familiar ritual again. It quickly became rock hard as I licked my tongue over his shaft and bobbed up and down and sucked on his rod.
“Ok, that’s enough,” he barked. “Get off your knees and bend over the chair.”
I was not ready for that. I never liked it in my anus. Surely he did not mean to do that today before his taking everyone out for his family treat. I looked up at him and realized he was dead serious. “Richard, not today of all days,” I peaded.
“Get over her and bend over,” he commanded. I got in the required position and he came in behind me. “I am going to fuck your ass and then you are going to drink my piss, and if you argue with me in anyway, I’ll make you do it again tonight at the restaurant.
I bend over the arm of the big easy chair. Richard positioned me till he was satisfied and then moved his dick to the small opening in my ass. “Take a deep breath,” he said and let it out slowly. As I obeyed, I felt the head enter my nether region. I felt like he was going to rip me apart. My whole rectum felt like it was on fire. I clenched my ass checks together hard. Richard laughed at my discomfort. He thrust more deeply inside me. I couldn’t remember when anything had hurt me like this. He had gotten so much bigger since he had done this on a fairly regular basis during our school years. Every time I would relax just a bit, he would push hard sinking it deeper and deeper inside. i didn’t think he would ever get it all inside, but I finally felt his balls slapping against my own. At least, he would not be going any deeper.
No sooner had that thought comforted me than he began fucking my ass a violently as he could. He wanted me to feel the pain now and to still be aware of it as I sat with him and my family at his special meal just for us. Now I knew what he meant by special. It would be like none other that I had shared with them.
Finally, he pulled out and ordered me to clean him up with my mouth and wash him with my tongue. When I had finished, he told me to get dressed and he would meet me at my house later. With that, he pulled up his pants, and walked out the door into Joan’s office again. I hurt so bad I could hardly get my clothes back on. It was still early. I tried to get some of my worrk finished. It was hard to organize figures when my mind was on the pain deep inside my bowels and on the evening that was still ahead.
When I call Joan into my office to get some more papers to type, she could not meet my eyes with her’s. I wondered what was now in store for her as well as for me.

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MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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Sensual Encouner

the feeling of u near me
is one i cant forget
how i long for your touch once again
in the dark of a cold room
so lonely and yet
still never alone
you come into the room
instantly warming the atmosphere
as you glide across the room
feelings sensual and close to you
the actions we commit
so loving and nice
my body enveloped with yours
two people now as one
two beings in the heat of the moment
take eachother to the next level
after it all in love they atand
together now and forever
bonded by their actions
and extatic for the experience

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