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CHAPTER 18


When I got home Mom was in the kitchen. I was going to say hello, but
the itch in my crotch was getting so bad that I went into the bathroom
to check it out. When I pulled down my pants, there were specks of
blood in my shorts and around my balls

I panicked!

What did I have? Was it VD? Was I going to die of some dreaded
disease? The itch was killing me, and I looked in the medicine cabinet
for something to stop it. The only thing I could find was some
athlete's foot spray, so I grabbed it and sprayed myself.

For a split second the cool spray felt good, then it started to BURN!
Suddenly my crotch was on fire so I turned on the shower to wash it
off, but the water was freezing! I ran around fanning myself with my
hands, while I waited for the water to get warm.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and just ran into the shower.

It wasn't hot yet and the cold water hit me like a knife. I jumped and
my feet slipped on the floor and I fell, hitting my head. I got up
quickly, grabbed the soap and started washing. It immediately started
to feel better, but the itch was still there. Then I noticed blood
running down my arm.

I crouched in the shower. The water was warm now, but I was miserable.

I itched, my head hurt and I was dying from clap or VD or something. I
was scared! Just then the bathroom door flew open and Mom rushed in.

"What's happening? Is that you Pete? I heard a noise! Did you fall?"

She opened the shower door and saw me huddled on the floor.

"Pete! Are you OK? What happened?"

I jumped up and threw my arms around her.

She grabbed a towel and started drying me off. Then she checked out
the bump on my head and stuck on a BandAid.

"OK, let's talk." she said as she led me into the bedroom and handed
me my robe.

I said, "Mom, I think I have a disease!"

Her face went white and she said, "Tell me exactly what's wrong!"

I told her about the itching and the blood in my shorts.

"Let me see" she said, and she opened my robe and started looking at
me.

She took hold of my penis and looked closely at my balls. It started
to get hard. At first she smiled, then she got a disgusted look on her
face and said, "Well, I see the problem."

Still looking at my hardening penis she said, "After we get your
problem taken care of, you'll have to tell me where this has been. Get
dressed, we have to go for a ride"

We drove to the drugstore and she took me to the pharmacy. When we got
to the counter, a girl stepped up. It was Karen, someone I recognized
from school. I was mortified!

Mom saw the look on my face and said, "May we speak to a druggist?"

Karen said, "Of course." and went to the rear.

Out came a tall man. He had sandy hair and was well built. He came up
to Mom, gave her a look and a smile and said, "Hi Beth, how can I
help?"

Mom said to me, "Go ahead and tell him your problem"

I looked at her plaintively, "MOM!"

She said, "You got yourself into this, now tell him your problem."

Dying from embarrent, I started to describe my itching and the
blood in my shorts. After a few sentences, he stopped me and said,
"Follow me." He took me to a counter, handed me a small box and said,
"Read the directions."

When we went back to the counter, he smiled at Mom and said, "He'll be
fine." Mom handed me some money and I went to pay the bill while she
chatted with the druggist.

We drove back to the house in silence. Mom kept shaking her head and
making "Tsk tsk tsk" noises. When we got home she said, "Do what it
says on the box, then we have to talk."

I went to the bathroom and read the directions. They said that the
product was for body Lice, commonly known as "Crabs." Reading farther,
it said, "The infected area is generally around the genitals, but
infestation can also occur in the eyebrows, underarms and facial hair.
For immediate results, shave the infested area."

Well, I didn't have a beard or mustache, and my pits and eyebrows felt
OK, so I got out Dad's shaving cream and soaped up my crotch. Shaving
was tough, and I was being very careful. The front part went easy. I
held my dick up
and began shaving my balls until I started to get hard. Then It made
things easier, because I could use both hands. I was feeling a lot
better and I thought about getting myself off, but I knew Mom was
waiting to talk to me, so I took a quick shower and rubbed on the
ointment.

Mom was waiting for me in the den and I sat down beside her.

"You were in there a long time. Did you follow the directions?"

"Yeah, It just took me a while to clean things up."

"Clean things up? What did you do?" She leaned over, opened my robe
and started laughing.

"Why did you shave?"

"Because the directions said to."

"That's only for severe cases! It's going to tickle when it starts to
grow back." then she laughed some more.

When she finished, she got serious. "OK, fun's over. I want you to
tell me who you've been with lately, and I don't want you to leave
anything out."

I don't lie to my Mom, so even though I was embarrassed, I told her
about Amy and Gladys. I may have left out a few things about Gladys,
but I think I gave her enough information.

"Well, it could be either one, but from the way you describe Gladys,
it sounds like it was her. You'll have to talk to her about it. This
should be a lesson to you. What you caught is relatively minor; but,
just remember, it could have been a whole lot worse. I want you to get
some condoms and keep them with you at all times. It wouldn't have
helped you with this problem, but it could prevent something worse
from happening"

"OK Mom." I said, and I started to get up.

"Whoa!" she said, "You have a lot of work to do."

"What?"

"I want you to strip your bed, find all the clothes you've had on
lately and wash everything. Then I want you to thoroughly clean your
room and spray disinfectant on everything."

So much for my weekend!




I was in homeroom Monday morning when the coach came in. He went to
the teacher, said a few words and they called me to the desk.

The teacher said, "Coach tells me he needs you every day before and
after classes, so until he lets you go, you are released from
attending homeroom."

I was tickled! I hated homeroom. All we did was gather and take roll.
It was a waste of time. Now I could sleep in.
Boy, was I wrong.

There was an assembly after lunch. As we all filed in, I saw Amy on
the other side of the crowded room. I tried to get her attention, but
there was too much noise.

The assembly was about general school concerns tardiness, neatness,
hall passes, etc. Then the talk was about various athletic programs
and how we should all support them. They said there were openings on
the cheerleading squad and asked for volunteers.

Much to the delight of everyone, several members of the men's
basketball squad jumped up to volunteer. Then they mentioned that a
pro football player was going to stop by and visit the school. Finally
they said that the school board has passed a condom program and, we
should see our homeroom teachers about where to go to pick up the
condoms and an information kit after the assembly.

After lunch I stopped by homeroom where I was told to see Ms. Garmin
because she was passing out the kits. So I stopped by to see her on
the way to my next class.

I was the last in line, so when I got to Ms. Garmin we were alone.

She handed me the kit then asked me, "Do you know anything about
carpentry?"

I was surprised, but I said, "Actually, I do. My Dad's hobby is
carpentry and we have lots of tools why?"

"The fence at my house needs repair and I have some other things that
need fixing. I'll be happy to pay you. Are you interested?"

The thought of earning some extra money was great, so I said yes, and
she told me she would let me know.

Science was my last class and I shared it with Amy. I wanted to talk
to her, but she disappeared when it was over. I stepped out of the
building and saw her just up the block, so I ran up and stepped in
front of her.

I said, "Are you ignoring me?"

Avoiding my gaze, in a small voice she said, "No."

"Did you uhh get your period?" I asked sheepishly.

She didn't say anything for a minute. Finally she said, "Yes."

I sighed in relief and said, "See, I told you everything would be OK.
I have to get to practice now, but I'll talk to you later." I gave her
a kiss on the cheek and ran off.



Football practice was tough. I had to be at school every morning at
seven.
The school had paved a lot next to the school, and opened it for kids
to park, so I drove there now.

We practiced till first period and, after classes, I was back on the
field till almost dark. Then it was home, eat dinner, do homework and
fall into bed.

The coach had decided I was a running back. Early in the week at
practice, Vince, our quarterback was throwing pass patterns to several
of us when the coach called him over. I was close to him, so he
flipped the ball to me and said, "Try to hit some of the guys."

I was throwing passes at them as they made crossfield runs, when a
guy quite a way down field called for the ball. He was already 30
yards away and running fast, so I let go a long one. He made a
leaping, circus catch, and all the guys cheered for him, but I saw
both Vince and the coach looking at me.

The coach called me over and said, "Do you think you can do that
again?" I said, "I think so." Then he described a special play, called
a "FleaFlicker." It's a play where the quarterback receives the snap
of the ball and one of the running backs heads downfield. The other
back (me) circles around behind him and the QB flips him the ball. But
instead of running, I throw a pass to the other back. It's a good
play, and the pro's even use it, but it requires timing. We practiced
it a bunch of times.

By Thursday the guys all felt ready. The first game was the next day
after school and we were all excited. After a short practice session,
the coach let us go. He said we were as ready as we were going to get.



Dad was home from his trip. When I told him about the game, he was
excited about watching me play, and said that he and Mom would be at
the game. After dinner I asked if I could go to the drivein to meet
the guys. Dad said "Sure, but be home early. You need your rest for
tomorrow.

When I got to the drivein, Bill was sitting at a back booth with some
people. When he saw me, he motioned me over.
One of them had a laptop computer and they were looking at some
pictures of some gorgeous naked girls, and talking about a party.

When I asked Bill about it and he said, "The Gilroy's hold a party
after every game. It's for the first string players, but once in a
while they'll include a new guy if he does well."
Then he leaned over to me and said quietly, "Do your best tomorrow,
the parties are great."

Then a girl walked up to me. I recognized with horror that it was
Karen from the pharmacy.

She saw the laptop and said, "You guys are all sick."

The guys laughed and one guy said, "Gee Karen, we were just looking
for pictures of you!"

She laughed and said, "Fat chance." Then she looked at me and said,
"Is your Mom gonna be OK?"

I said, "Uhh, yes she is, thanks for asking." I was much relieved that
she didn't know that the problem was mine.

She said, "That's good! Have a good game tomorrow." and she walked
away.

We hung around for a while and, when I got up to leave, Tess, the girl
who pointed out Amy's house to me, saw me and walked over.

"Have you talked to Amy?"

"No."

"Well, don't give up on her. She's going through a lot, with her
mother and her brother."

I gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Don't you know?"

I shook my head.

"I better let Amy tell you." as she walked away.

I saw Gladys once or twice, but she was always with some of the older
guys. It was just as well, I didn't know what to say to her anyway.


Friday the game started at 4 o'clock, and we got to the field right
after class.

The team plays 8 regular games, during the semester. They are played
after school on Friday. The first four are with teams outside of our
league, and are called "practice" games. The last four are league
games and, if we win, we go into the finals and will probably play
against one of the first four teams. So even if they're practice
games, the first ones are important because, aside from getting
practice, we also learn about the strengths of the other teams we
might be playing if we make the finals.

Last year had been a good one for the team, but one of the two best
backs had graduated and the coach was trying to fill his position.

One of the other backs that also tried out is named Lyle. He and I I
were both about the same skill level. I had worked especially hard
over the last few weeks to get myself in the best possible shape
because I knew that coach was looking at one of us as a first
stringer.

The coach decided to put both of us in for the first few plays, so we
could get a taste of a regular game.

We won the coin toss and we elected to receive. As we got set for the
kickoff, I looked over and saw Mom, Dad and Erin in the stands, and a
couple of rows below them. Amy was sitting with Tess.

I was still looking at them when the crowd cheered. The next thing I
knew, the ball was in the air coming toward me. I took off running to
meet it and there was a flash to my right. Lyle had cut in front of me
and he caught the ball. Just as he caught it, an opposing player hit
him and the ball flew out of his hands right into mine. The blockers
were already there and I followed them down the field for a touchdown.

A huge cheer went up from our stands. Mom and dad were both on their
feet, and so was Amy.

We lined up for the extra point, but the kick was blocked and caught
in the air by an opposing player.
He took off with it. I went after him and tackled him on his tenyard
line.

The game was a good one. Lyle caught a pass and ran for a TD and
later, so did I.

The score was pretty close till the closing play. We were on our 40
yard line. It was 3rd and long time for the "Flea Flicker," the play
we'd worked on so hard. The center handed the ball to the quarterback,
who dropped back as Lyle took off for the end zone.
I looped behind the quarterback and he tried to flip the ball to me,
but he got trapped by some onrushing defensive linemen. He fought
free, but by the time he shook the tackler off and flipped the ball to
me, Lyle was almost into the end zone. I took a deep breath and threw
the ball as hard as I could.

They told me later it traveled almost 50 yards and it hit Lyle right
in the chest. He walked over for an easy TD, and we won the game.

Suddenly everyone was cheering and my guys were banging me on my back
as we ran to the locker room. We were getting undressed when the coach
told both Lyle and me to see him after we got cleaned up.
After the shower several of the guys came over and congratulated me,
so Lyle left before me.
I was on the way to coach's office just as Lyle came out. He yelled to
a couple of the guys "Hey, I made the team."

I was devastated! I thought sure I had done well at the game. I
knocked at coach's door and he said, "C'mon in and sit down, I'm on
the phone." He talked on the phone for what seemed like an hour. All
that time I sat there feeling sorry for myself. He finally hung up and
turned to me.

"Good game how do you feel?"

"Gee coach, I'm kinda disappointed. I thought I had a good game, but
you told Lyle he made the team."

He laughed, got out of his chair and came over to me. He put his big
paw on my shoulder and said, "He did make the team he's your
backup! You're our new firststringer, now go home and put on 20
pounds and grow 2 inches and do it by Monday, cause those league guys
are gonna kick your ass!"

I was in heaven. I ran out the door and Mom, Dad and Erin were waiting
for me. I told them the news.

Dad said he was impressed and mom said how happy she was for me. Even
Erin said she thought I did a great job. I was delirious. They asked
me if I was coming right home, but I said I had some things to do.

They said goodbye and I went looking for Amy. As I was went outside,
Bill called out, "You goin home?" I nodded yes and he said, "I'll call
you later."

I didn't see Amy anywhere so I started walking home. When I saw her
house, I went up and knocked on the door.

Amy's mother opened the door, but she didn't look at me. She just
turned and walked into the kitchen.
The front door was wide open so that anyone walking by could see in. I
stepped in and closed the door.

"Uhh is Amy home?"

There was no answer, so I stepped into the kitchen.

Amy's mom was standing at the counter, staring out the window. She had
a head of lettuce in her hand and was tearing off small pieces and
putting them in a bowl.

I heard a noise and looked into another room. There was a play crib on
the floor and there was someone in it. It was a boy. He looked to be
in his late teens. All he had on was a diaper. He was staring at me
and shaking the bars on the crib.

I looked back at Amy's mom and she was staring at me too.

I said, "Uhh I'm Pete"

"Amy likes Pete"

"I like Amy too, is she here?"

"Amy's not here. Mae's not here either."

I backed slowly toward the front door and said, "Please tell Amy I was
here", and I left.

When I got home Mom and Dad both came and gave me hugs and told me how
happy they were for me.
Then I told them what I had seen at Amy's house.

Dad looked at Mom for a minute, then he said to me, "Son, something is
seriously wrong. Is this Amy someone you really like?" I thought for a
while and finally made a decision.

"Yes Dad, I haven't known her for long, but I like her a lot."

"Well, you need to talk to her about it. Let your mom and me know if
there's something we can do to help"

A while later the phone rang. It was Bill. I told him what the coach
had said and he said, "Yeah, that's what I heard. By the way, you're
invited to the Gilroy's party."

I put my hand over the phone and asked, "Dad, can I go to a party at
the Gilroy's tonight?"

Dad looked at Mom and they started laughing, then he said, "Sure son."

I told Bill and he said "We'll pick you up around seven."

I was tired, so I lay down for a while, and the next thing I knew Mom
was shaking me. "It's after five son. If you're going to go out you
better have something to eat"

I noticed that Mom had on a long dress with a low cut top, and I said,
"Gee, Mom, you look great. Are you and dad going out?"

"Yes, we're having dinner with the Elkins and some friends, so we'll
probably be late. Your sister is spending the night at Kelly's. If you
need anything call Dad on his cell."

She kissed me and left. And as she walked away, I thought to myself
that even at 35 her ass was as cute as any girl at school.

When I was thinking about her I actually started to get hard, but I
looked at the clock and decided I better get up and get ready.

Around seven the phone rang. But just as it did, Bill and the guys
honked out front. So I let the machine get it.
We drove to an expensive part of town and pulled in front of a huge
house. All the lights were on and there were cars everywhere.

I said to Bill, "Who is this Gilroy guy, and why does he have these
parties?"

"He was a star player on the football team years ago. He donates money
to the school, but he especially likes football, and he has a party
after the first game of the season, another after the first league
game, and another if we get into the finals. If we win the
championship, he throws a huge party and invites the other team too."

"What kind of business is he in?"

"I think he owns some hospitals or something."

We went inside and the place was beautiful. It was very modern with
lots of windows. There were tables of food everywhere and a disk
jockey was playing records. I went to one of the tables and was
picking through some food, when I heard someone say "Pete?"

I looked around and didn't see anyone familiar, but my eye was drawn
to a girl in a black dress with gold trim. She was absolutely
stunning. Her hair was long , black and shimmered in the lights and
her body was sensational!

Her waist was tiny. Her hips formed a beautiful arch around an ass
that could have been in a painting. Her breasts were large, but not
too big. Her dress was cut just low enough that the house lights
accentuated them.

She walked toward me and as she got near and I saw flecks of gold in
her dark eyes, I suddenly realized it was Kristen!

I must have been staring, because she walked up, and with a slight
smile, she said, "You can close your mouth now, it's really me."

"Gee whiz!" I stammered, "I mean, Wow, where have you been?"

"Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you about it sometime. What are
you doing here? I thought this party was for the first string?"

"Well, I did pretty good in the game today, so, they invited me."

"That was YOU! I saw the last part of the game where you threw that
pass. It was amazing. But I didn't know it was you."

She stepped back and looked at me, then she reached forward and put
her hands on my arms.

She smiled and said, "Wow, you've grown since school began."

Just then a boy walked up and put his arm around her, and she
introduced me to Nick.

We shook hands and he turned to Kristen and said, "C'mon Babe, some
guys are getting together out back to have some fun."

She said, "It's nice to see you again, Pete." and she turned and
walked away with the boy. She seemed to be talking seriously to him.

I saw Bill talking with some guy, so I went over. As I got close, the
other guy turned and glared at me. It was Tim.

I walked closer and said, "I guess I owe you an apology. I thought you
were going to throw a punch at me, but Bill tells me that you were
just trying to scare me.
I'm sorry to have offended your girlfriend."

He looked angrily at me and said "Well, you caught me off guard. Don't
try that again." Then his face softened and he said, "Bill says you're
an OK guy. I guess it serves me right for sticking up for that bitch.
She's really bad news and I don't know what made me do it. She is NOT
my girl friend. She told me that you had said something nasty to her,
and asked if I would speak to you about it."

I stuck out my hand and said "Bygones?"

"Sure", he said. And we shook hands.

I was standing at the edge of the room eating some snacks when Vince,
the quarterback, came over.

"Hi Pete! Good game today. Coach tells me you're going to start
practicing with us. You're fast. We need someone like you." Then he
smiled and said, "That pass was pretty good too. You're not after my
job are you?"

I laughed and said, "Nahh, that was a fluke. I've got a long way to go
before I get to your level."

While we were talking, Karen from the pharmacy came over and joined
us. Vince put his arm around her and said, "Hi honey, I haven't seen
your dad. I wanted to thank him for the party."

"He won't be here for a while. He's having dinner with some friends,
but they'll be back later."

Surprised, I said, "This is your place? I thought your dad worked at
the pharmacy!"

"No", she said. "I work there. Dad owns that place and several others.
He was just there that day going over some things. Everyone was busy
and, since he actually is a pharmacist, he came over to help."

When they walked away, I noticed that they made a nice looking couple.
I also noticed that she had a great looking Ass.

About eleven o'clock, Bill came over with a girl hanging on his arm
and said, "Paul this is Candy. We want to go to the lake, so if you
want a lift home we have to leave."

I said, "OK, let me get my coat."

As I walked by the patio door, an agitated Karen spotted me and
whispered, "Pete, come here quick, we have a problem."

Tim was standing a few feet away talking to a girl and he heard her
and looked at me. I motioned for him to come along and we followed her
to the back of the house.

There was a hothouse at the corner of their back yard. The door was
open and we followed Karen inside.

Gladys was sitting on the floor. She was naked from the waist up. Her
hands were over her face, and blood was running down her arm.

Kristen's friend, Nick, was lying on the floor next to her, and it
looked like he was out cold. Kristen was bending over him, and when
she saw us, she nodded toward Vince.

Vince was standing with clinched fists and four guys were gathered
around him. It didn't look good, and I nodded to Tim and we ran in
between them.

One threw a punch at me that missed, and all hell broke loose.
I grabbed one around the neck and kicked another one in the groin. He
doubled up and fell down as I wrestled with the first one.

Tim hit his guy with 3 quick punches and the guy went down. The fourth
guy took off.

Vince grabbed the guy I was wrestling with and kicked him in the ass
so hard that it lifted him off his feet. Then he hit the ground
running as well.

I said to Vince, "What the heck's going on?"

"Karen and I were in the garden and we heard a noise by the hothouse.
We went in to see what it was, and Gladys was there with those guys,
and Kristen's friend was on the floor. Things were starting to get
ugly when you guys came along. Thanks for coming."

I looked at Kristen. She said, "Nick and I were out here talking when
we heard shouting from the hothouse. We got there just as one of the
guys hit Gladys. Nick went in to stop things and one guy grabbed him
and the other guy hit him."

Just then the guy that Tim hit got up and took off, holding his eye.

The guy I had kicked was also starting to get up. He was holding his
crotch and moaning, as Tim, Vince and I gathered around him.

Vince asked, "What the hell went on here?"

He looked at us and shakily said, "Me, Stan and Jack were supposed to
meet Phil in the hothouse. He said there was a girl there that would
do anything we wanted, for some Quaaludes. When we walked in, she was
giving Phil a blowjob.
Then Stan saw her and he yelled, 'She's the bitch that gave me the
crabs!' She gave him the finger, so he hit her."

Then the guy pointed to Nick and said, "That's when this guy came in
and started yelling at everybody, so I knocked him on his ass."

Vince said, "OK, get the hell out of here!" and the guy limped away.

Karen was helping Gladys into her clothes and wiping blood from her
mouth. She got unsteadily to her feet, thanked Karen, and stalked off
toward the house holding her nose.

Nick was up now, rubbing his jaw. He glanced sheepishly at Kristan
and said, "I better be going," and he left.
..
Vince looked at Tim and me and said, "Thanks for the save, guys," and
shook our hands. Then he grinned at me, and said, "Well, what do you
think of your first varsity party?"

I laughed. "Well, so far it's been interesting."

Karen said "Let's go into the house, the punch should be properly
spiked by now." She took both Tim and me by the arms and we all headed
toward the house.

I looked at Kristen, "Why did your date leave?"

"He was embarrassed. He wasn't really my date. He's just somebody from
school. He was hitting on me all evening and he wanted me to go meet
some of his friends and smoke some pot. I was telling him no, when we
heard the noise from the hothouse."

When we got to the main house, Kristen looked at me and said, "I have
to go to the bathroom, but there's a line, so it'll be a while. Will
you be here when I get back?"

"Absolutely!"

I looked for Bill, but I didn't find him. One of his friends saw me
looking and said, "If you're looking for Bill, he couldn't wait for
you. He said you'd understand." and he winked.

I laughed and told him OK.

I realized that I had to go to the bathroom too, but I saw the line
where Kristen was waiting and went to one of the other bathrooms.
There were a bunch of guys outside the room who were listening at the
door.
When I walked up someone said "There's a girl in there and she's got
two guys and she's doing them both."

I grinned, and thought to myself that it was probably Gladys.

I had to pee bad! Then I remembered the trees next to the hothouse,
so I walked outside and over behind a tree.

I was standing there relieving myself when I noticed a light. The
house has a threecar garage, with a room over it. The lights were on
and, as I watched, a figure went by a window that looked like Dad!

There were stairs leading up to the side of the building so, after I
finished my business, I quietly climbed the stairs and looked into the
room.

Dad was standing at a counter mixing a drink. There was a woman
sitting in a chair next to him. She had one of those supershort
haircuts, but it framed a beautiful face. Then I looked closer. They
were both naked and she was watching a couple on a bed, fucking.

I recognized the man on top as Karen's Dad, but I couldn't see the
woman beneath him.

Suddenly my mind seized, and a cold sweat broke out all over me. I
wanted to tear myself away from the scene, because I didn't want to
see what I was sure I would. But I couldn't move. I just stared in awe
and waited to get a look at the woman. I waited for what seemed
forever, but he just kept pounding away at her, and I never got to see
her face.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran down the stairs as quietly
as I could and walked toward the house.
My mind was reeling.
As I got near the house I saw Kristen standing by the door, and she
said, "I thought maybe you'd left."

"No, I had to pee. Besides, my ride left".

"No problem, I have a car. When you get ready to leave I can drive
you."

Then she looked closely at me. "You look spooked. Is there something
wrong"

"No, I'm fine."

I stared at her for a moment. She was so beautiful it took my breath
away, and suddenly I took her into my arms and I kissed her. Hard.

She was surprised and tried to push me away for a minute, Finally, she
responded and the kiss lasted for a long time. My mind was on Mom,
naked and getting fucked. But it was also on the gorgeous creature in
my arms. I was hard as a rock and started grinding myself against her.

Finally she broke away and said, "Whew, where did that come from?"

I looked directly at her and didn't answer for a moment. I finally
said, "You are the most beautiful, exciting girl I've seen in a long
time. I want to make love to you and I want to do it now."

Her eyes got wide and she looked at me with a stunned expression.

"Wait you can't I'm not that kind of "
She stopped, gave me a look, took my hand and led me out the door.

Outside in the driveway was new Porsche Boxter. She hit a remote
control, the doors unlocked and we got in.

She said, "Where can we go?"

"To my house. No one is home. I'll show you the way."

We drove to the house in silence. Kristen kept shaking her head like
she didn't believe what she was doing.

We went into the house and into my bedroom. I kissed her hard and we
tore off our clothes. When I touched her she was very wet. I picked
her up and carried her to the bed. We kissed again. I could feel the
heat rising from her and I couldn't wait.

I tore the wrapper off a condom, slipped it on, and entered her all at
once. Her eyes got wide and she got an alarmed expression on her face.
But I couldn't wait, and I drove so deep into her, that I could feel
myself hitting her cervix. She began meeting me, and we were a
whirlwind on the bed. I stayed hard as steel. When I would get ready
to come, I would think of mom and the feeling would stop, but I stayed
hard.

Kristen was writhing around and throwing herself all over the bed, and
I pounded her unmercifully.

I don't know how long we went on, but we were both soaked with
perspiration and her fluids, when she finally gave a huge shudder and
cried, "Stop!"

When I rolled off her she was crying.

"My God," she sobbed. "That was wild! But I'm exhausted. I have to
rest for a while."

I gathered her into my arms, pulled the sheet over us.
I kept thinking of Mom.

After a while she moved. She looked up and kissed me. Then she touched
me. "I can't believe it. You're still hard. Am I doing something
wrong?"

I thought quickly and said, "No, you're doing everything right. You're
just so sensational that I can't help myself."

She said, "Well, let's see if I can do better." and she climbed on top
of me. When I was all the way in and my balls were touching her ass,
she stopped and began milking me with the muscles in her vagina.

It was very sexy. She kept it up for a while then she began to slide
up and down on me. She went faster and faster until she climaxed. Then
she slid down on me and started over. We did it that way until I felt
myself getting ready.

My cock swelled even more and I flooded the condom with what felt like
a gallon of my seed. When I did, my cock swelled even more, and her
eyes got big and she screamed and came with me.

We lay in each other's arms, and











then she got up to go to the bathroom.
I heard her cleaning herself up, so I went to the door and stood there
watching.
She had a washcloth and was wiping herself. I was starting to get hard
again but I had to urinate. I walked over to the toilet and let loose
a stream. She came over and watched.

She said, "I've never watched a man do that." and she reached over and
held it until I finished.

Then she looked up at me and said, "Why are you shaved?"

"All the football guys do it. That way we don't get rashes."

She grinned and kissed my cock right on it's head.

I picked her up, carried her back into the bedroom and laid her down
on the bed. I kissed her lips and throat and around her breasts. I
touched my tongue to her nipples and licked the salty sweat off them.
She shuddered and I ran my hands over her breasts until both nipples
stuck out like erasers.

I worked my way to her belly button and spent some time licking and
sucking. I looked up at her. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had
an intense expression on her face.

I spread her legs and put my head between them. Her clit was obvious
and so were her outer lips. Everything was a rich red. The hair around
her sex was trimmed quite short and it was still damp from the
washcloth.

She was making mewing noises.

I licked her slit several times, then I brushed my lips over her clit.
She stiffened and gasped. I put my tongue as deep as I could inside
her. She had musky odor from our love making, but it was not
objectionable at all. She had a slightly salty, but sweet taste. I
kept it up until she came violently and the taste was even richer for
a moment. For a minute I thought about Sam.

Then she pushed me off her and smothered me with kisses.

"Where in the world did you learn to do that?"

"Let's just say that you inspire me."

I held her in my arms for a while till she calmed down. I turned her
on her stomach. I started by kissing the back of her neck. Then I
kissed my way down her back till I got to her buttocks. She was
moaning continually. I spread her legs slightly and ran my fingers
along her slit, then I continued kissing down her legs until I was at
the back of her knees and I spent some time licking her there.

She was shaking and clutching the bedcovers.

I got behind her and gently raised her till she was on her knees.

She looked around at me with an alarmed expression.

"Uhh, do you know what you're doing?"

"Oh yes, and I think you'll like it"

She put her head down and closed her eyes, and I ran my fingertips
along her sides and kissed the cheeks of her bottom. I played with her
bottom, touching her around her sex and dragging my fingers across her
anus, until she began moving frantically. Then I put the head of my
cock against her sex and held it there.

She tried to back into me, but I held her. I put just the head in and
stopped. She was quivering. Finally I slowly slid all the way into her
and held her to me.

She gasped, "Oh my God, I've never felt so full."

I started slowly, then I began increasing my strokes until I was
ramming into her. As I continued, she began moaning loudly and
clutching at the covers. I felt myself getting ready and a quick
picture of Mom crossed my mind, but suddenly I came.

Kristen felt it and screamed, "Oh God!" and we both collapsed on the
bed.

I reached down to pull a cover over us just in time to see the bedroom
door close quietly.

I awoke some time later to see Kristen slipping on her dress. She was
slightly disheveled looking and had an almost haunted look on her
face, but she was still astonishingly beautiful.

She saw me watching her and sat on the bed next to me.

"I'm glad you're awake. I was going to leave you a note. I have to go
and I won't be back to town for a while."

She saw my concerned look and said, "Pete, I can't tell you anything
now, but I promise I will when I get back."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know, possibly a month."

She leaned over and kissed me. "Pete. This has been the most fantastic
night of my life. I will never forget it, or you."

She got up and went to the door. Then she turned to me and stared for
a long time.


Saturday

It was almost noon before I crawled out of bed. I was stiff and sore
from the game and the late night, and my mind was groggy.

I stepped into the shower and as my mind cleared things started coming
back to me.

It was like a dream. First my success at the game, then the party, and
then Kristen.

As I thought of Kristen, I was nearly overwhelmed. She was
spectacular.
Her soft flawless skin, her incredible body and above all the way she
responded to our lovemaking was almost unreal.

I thought of Della, and as to beauty alone, I wasn't sure which was
more fabulous.

Then I thought of Sam.
I realized I hadn't written to her in several days and I hadn't heard
from her either.

Aside from that, I should have been in a great mood, but I wasn't.
Something else was wrong and I wasn't sure what it was.

Then a picture of Mom popped into my head.

Mom! On her back and someone besides Dad deep inside her.

I was suddenly in a bad mood.

When I went into the kitchen Mom and Erin were having breakfast.

Mom said brightly, "Hi sleepy head, did you have a good time last
night?"

"Uhh, yeah" I mumbled and I went to the fridge to pour myself some OJ.

Erin said, "How was the party, were all the kids from the team there?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

I sat down at the table to drink my OJ.

Mom looked at me, then she turned to Erin, "Honey, is your room
cleaned up, like I asked?"

"I'll do it now Mom. By the way, can Kelly spend the night? We both
have early Gym tomorrow and she can bring her clothes and we can walk
to school together."

Mom said, "Have her mother call me." and Erin left the room.

Mom came over and sat down.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"He's playing golf with Mr. Gilroy."

"Oh"

"Are you in a bad mood?" she asked.

I shook my head No, then I said, "Did you, uhh, come into my room
last night?"

"You should keep your door shut."

"So should you." I grumbled.

She looked questioningly at me and asked, "What do you mean dear?"

"I saw you at the garage last night. How could you?"

She saw the expression on my face and her face got very sober.
She stared at me for a long time and then she took me in her arms and
held me close.
I couldn't help myself. I started to cry.

She finally said, "Your father said that he thought he heard someone
on the stairs, but he wasn't sure. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I don't know."

I squirmed for a minute and said "How can you let someone do that to
you? Don't you love Dad any more?

She tried to hug me again, but I pulled away.

She looked at me for a minute and said, "Do you love the girl you were
with last night?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"How about Sam, do you still love her?"

"Yeah."

"Do you hate Sam, now that you made love to that girl last night?"

"No."

"How about that girl Amy, do you love her? After all, you had sex with
her."

"But that's different."

"Paul, I love your father and he loves me. We have different
lifestyles then some. Having sex with others doesn't mean we love each
other less. We're careful with each other's feelings and we're careful
about the people that we're with. The Gilroy's are fine people. We met
them when we first got to town. We met them through Kate. They weren't
at Kate's this summer, but they've been there in the past and so has
their daughter, Karen."

Mom looked at me for a minute and came over to give me a hug. This
time I let her.

"Do you understand?' she said.

"I guess so Mom, it was just kind of a shock."

"I understand, Son. I'm sorry we couldn't have let you know about it
another way. If you ever have a question about anything, don't
hesitate to ask. Now that you know, can we rely on you to keep this
between us?"

"Yes mom, I won't discuss it with anyone."

She got up and walked to the door, then she turned and said,

"Pete, dear."

"Yes?"

"That wasn't me last night. I came home earlier with the Elkins. I was
at their house when you came home."


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The next afternoon Pam had to stay late at the preschool. She called
Bess and told her that she would be over after picking up the girls and
could stay until about 5:00. That would give them about two hours before
Pam had to go home and make dinner for Bill and the girls. While Pam was
at Bess' house the girls could be home alone doing their homework, talking
on the phone and watching TV. Bess said that was OK, but Pam shouldn't
make a habit out of changing their time together or Pam would have to be
punished. But Bess also said she appreciated what a good mother Pam was.
These kinds of statements kept Pam on the edge and off balance. Bess was
demanding yet understanding; capable of punishing her and praising her.
Off balance was right where Bess wanted Pam.

After getting her girls started on their homework after school, Pam went
across the yards. Inside the back door she removed her clothes and with
some trepidation called out for Bess. "I'm up working on your room," came
a shout from upstairs.

Pam hurried up the stairs and almost bumped into Bess at the top of the
stairs. Bess was wearing her usual sweat pants and shirt, and blocked Pam
so she was two steps from the top. That way Bess was looking down from a
superior position. "You have lots of energy Pam. That comes from working
out. But running up the stairs your tits were bouncing all over the place.
I thought that they would firm up more by now. I don't understand but it
might be your posture, or the skin tone of your boobs. I'll work on some
ideas to fix that. I want you as nice and tight as a 37 year old mother
can get. But I already have the solution to the toe raises. Come into
your room."

In the room Pam said, "Oh Bess, you have gotten a lot done."

All of the furniture was painted and Bess had started on the walls.
They were snow white. A new mattress was on the bed.

"Yes, I've been working hard for you Pam, I hope you appreciate it.
Look in the closet."

Pam opened the closet door and discovered the "too small" workout outfit
on a hanger and a pair of black 4 inch high heel shoes on the floor.

"I think that they will fit. Size 8 1/2 right Pam?"

"Yes, but how will this help... " As soon as it was out of her mouth
Pam bit her tongue.

"Pam, looks like tomorrow we will have to have a little reminder in the
basement. But I'll tell you. I want you to wear these all the time that
you are here. Except while working out, I don't want you breaking an
ankle. These will keep your heels up, stretch your hamstrings and make you
keep your butt flexed. It will make a difference. Of course your toes
will have to get used to the pressure and you will need to work on your
balance, but it will work and you WILL wear them. It's for your own good
Pam."

"Put them on and let's get to work on the wall paint."

Pam sat on the old sofa, slipped her feet into the shoes and attached
the ankle straps. She stood up and immediately lost her balance and
flopped back down on the couch. "I've never worn more than a one inch heel
Bess. How can people walk in shoes like this?"

Bess looked at her sprawled naked on the couch and laughed. "Practice,
practice, practice, Pam. You'll get the hang of it, let me help."

Bess stood next to the couch and helped Pam to her feet. She held Pam's
elbow as the woman got her balance. Pam now stood a foot taller than the
tiny Bess. She led Pam in a small circle. Pam was awkward and took
halting steps.

"This make me want to pitch forward, Bess. But I can feel the tightness
in my legs."

"Good, they are doing their job. They will make you stand up straighter
as well. keep your center of gravity over the shoes, you can't lean
forward."

Pam began getting the hang of the balance and was soon walking
unassisted. Bess watched her carefully. To keep her balance Pam had to
keep her shoulders back, this make her thrust her naked and swinging tits
further outward. It looked as if Pam was now being lead by some invisible
force pulling her by her breasts.

"Well with those on you will be able to paint the high places on the
wall," laughed Bess.

The two women laughed together and went about finishing the wall paint.
Bess would stare at her neighbor when she reached upward. The vision of
Pam naked in black stiletto heels stretching upward, pulling her ass and
tits up and out was amazing. Bess could understand how such a sight would
turn men on. Hell, it was turning her on. Bess made a point to correct
and criticize the job Pam was doing. Making her stretch high then bend at
the waist to paint some place next to the floor. The sight of her bending
over at the waist heels raised, legs stretched and vulva displayed from the
rear was also very erotic. Bess felt a wetness between her own legs and
thought she could see a shine forming on Pam's pussy.

The women finished the walls of the room. Bess said, "Let's go down
stairs and get some ice water."

At the top of the stairs Pam asked Bess to help her as she was worried
that she might fall. Bess put her arms around Pam and held her as they
walked down the stairs. Pam naked except for her shoes, Bess clothed.
Bess also took the opportunity to let her hands wander over Pam's body.

The women got their drinks and sat on the couch in the living room.
Bess picked up the TV/VCR controller and clicked on the TV. Pictures of a
woman on her hands and knees taking a cock doggy style and sucking another
filled the large screen.

"This is another of my ex's video's. I wouldn't admit this to anyone
but you, Pam, but earlier today I was playing with myself while I watched
it. Do you think it's sexy?"

In one statement Bess had broached the subject of sex and made Pam her
confidant. The manipulation of Pam's feelings continued.

Pam eyes were locked on the screen. "Bess, until the other day I had
never seen a movie like this. And to be honest I have never been very
sexual. I was always taught that this kind of stuff was dirty and wrong."

"Well Pam, I don't think what happened yesterday was dirty. And unlike
you I don't have a man to take care of my needs, so what choice do I have?
I have to masturbate."

Pam blushed at the thought of the shower activity. She had been trying
to keep it out of her mind. And she hadn't masturbated in years. The
thought of Bess playing with herself made her uncomfortable.

"Look Pam, You are all concerned because of your good girl image of
yourself. Well you are a good girl. A great wife and mother. What
happened last night was between two friends. It's not like you were
unfaithful or you hurt anyone. Did Bill suffer? Did the girls? NO! I've
told you again and again, my house is your refuge, don't worry about it and
don't let it bother you. In fact, I'm telling you to be more accepting of
your sexuality. I am."

With that Bess pushed down her pants while sitting next to her naked
neighbor looked back at the screen and began running her fingers through
her pubic hair.

"I love this part, Pam. Watch the woman shake all over when she cums."

Pam looked at the screen, both men were flexing their buttocks and Pam
could tell that they must be coming inside the woman. He could tell that
the men's orgasms had triggered something inside the woman because her body
began to spasm.

"You're lucky, Pam. You have a man, I just have my fingers."

Pam noticed that Bess was strumming her clit with her thumb while one of
her fingers ran up and down her moist slit. Soon Bess was on the edge.

Bess looked at Pam and said, "Hold me Pam. I need to be held when I
cum."

Pam was filled with panic but Bess grabbed her with her one free arm and
Pam finally wrapped her arms around her friend and held her gingerly.

Bess whimpered and Pam felt the orgasm flow through her friend's body.
"Strange," Pam thought, "Bill shudders the exact same way when we make
love."

"Thank you Pam, I needed to be held like that."

Pam didn't know what to say so she simply said, "I'm glad I was here for
you Bess."

"Pam you know how last night... I sort of did you. Do you think you
could do that for me."

Pam thought for a minute. "Bess I can hold you like I just did, but I
don't think I can put my hands or fingers... you know."

"I understand Pam. If you would hold me sometimes, I would appreciate
that." The women smiled at each other tenderly.

Bess continued, "I don't mind doing what I did last night for you."

Pam stuttered, I'm not... let me think... "

"I know, I understand. But if there is a way we could hold each other
and... you know... without having to use our... well hands and
fingers... could we do that? Um... If we didn't have to touch... just
hold..."

"Yes, I would like that, Bess. I know how lonely you are."

Bess didn't say anything. She wanted Pam blissfully unaware. Bess was
remembering a scene on another one of her ex's videos. A scene between two
women. Yes that would work. She was sure that her overprotected neighbor
had probably never seen one of those things. It wouldn't be touching
technically. It would be better than touching.

The two women hugged.

Bess laughed, breaking the tension, "I wonder where they get women to do
these things." pointing at the screen where two new men had taken the place
of the ones who had dropped their loads into the cheap looking blonde.

Pam blushed, "They must be prostitutes."

Bess smiled and clicked off the video, "Well I'm sure that some are, but
a couple of the videos my ex left are labeled 'Amateur wives and
girlfriends'." Bess paused for a second. "Wow, that would be something
wouldn't it." Then she quickly continued, "lets see if the paint is dry and
then you need to put up your shoes and head home. Do you have my menu for
you and your family?"

"Yes Bess. It's really a help, you listing everything for me."

Bess followed Pam up the stairs, watching her heart shaped ass and taut
legs swing on every step.

A few minutes later, at the back door Bess said. I owe you a paddling
tomorrow, and I have some ideas about how to tighten up your boobs. Other
than that, you're doing great. Stay on the diet."

"I will Bess. Its hard, I'm hungry all the time."

"Thank you for holding me today, Pam. We really need each other, you
know."

"Yes, I know," Pam whispered as she headed out the door.



That evening Pam finished sewing the slip cover for the old couch and
also tacked black satin to an old comforter she had gotten out of her
attic. It made a perfect bedspread. Bill noticed her sewing and asked her
what she was making. She just replied some things for her preschoolers to
play with. She didn't like lying to her husband, but this was part of her
and Bess' time together. It had nothing to do with Bill, she reasoned to
herself. She couldn't wait to have her own hideaway at her neighbor's
house.

The next day, after an afternoon and evening with her family, Pam headed
to Bess'. She kissed her husband on the cheek and said I'm going for my
workout. Bill looked up from the TV and said, "You sure are getting into
shape; you've been exercising and dieting for over two weeks. You're
making me look bad."

Pam smiled brightly, "Well I want to be the same size as when we got
married Bill. And it's good for the girls to know that taking care of
yourself is important." But Pam knew that those arguments were only
secondary to the reliance on Bess that she felt. Bill turned back to the
TV as Pam quietly exited their home for the rest of the evening.

Soon she was naked in Bess' basement working hard on her exercises.
Tonight Bess took liberties with Pam's body as they went through their
routine. Bess' hands touched, stroked, pushed and moved Pam's body almost
constantly. Before tonight Bess had been careful not to be too overt in
touching Pam. She had held her arms and legs and even occasionally pushed
on Pam's buttocks but that was all. Sexy but not overtly sexual. But
tonight the strong hands of Bess stroked Pam's legs; squeezed her arms and
ass cheeks, and often trailed across her breasts and stomach until Bess'
fingers combed the top of Pam's pubic hair. On several occasions when Pam
was bending over doing an exercise Bess actually cupped Pam's hanging full
breasts. Even pinching Pam's nipple on one occasion. All of this was done
in the context of exercising, but 1 and 1/2 hours of constant touching had
its effect on both women. It was like 90 minutes of foreplay.

After the workout was over, with no paddling, Bess reminded Pam about
yesterday's questioning. Without being told Pam draped herself across the
bench. When Bess didn't move Pam looked at her. Bess nodded towards a
table across the room. Pam realized why Bess was waiting. As Bess tapped
her foot impatiently Pam jumped up ran and got the paddle on the table and
brought it back to Bess. Then she laid back on the bench. And whispered,
"I'm sorry Bess, I'll try to do better."

"Damn," Bess thought, "the bitch is really getting into this." Pam had
her ass arched as high as possible. Higher than ever before and Bess could
see the wetness between the exposed pussy flesh.

"I think we are both going to enjoy this Pam," and the first of many
blows rained down on the upturned buttocks.

Bess worked on ass cheek then the other then back again. Pam was
howling in pain, but she squirmed and fluid was dripping from her snatch
onto the vinyl covered weight bench. Finally Bess stopped. Pam's ass was
bright red.

Through sobs Pam asked, "Bess are you done?"

Bess replied coolly, "Do you want me to be done?"

"Oh yes,... well... it hurts so much... but I need it I know... I
don't know Bess... I don't know," and the middleaged wife didn't move but
Bess saw her raise her ass even higher as an invitation.

Bess smacked her one more time then said, "Get up. I have a new
punishment. It won't hurt the same was as paddling but it will hurt; and
at the same time it should help you with those loosey goosey tits of
yours."

Pam stood and Bess held her until the crying subsided.

With red rimed eyes from crying Pam said, "what do you want me to do?
Whatever it is I know you will take care of me and I know I deserve it."
Bess noted that Pam's voice had a little girl like quality to it as she
made that statement.

Bess had an idea and while she hadn't worked out all the details she
quickly directed Pam to lie face down on another bench that was very
narrow. "Are you going to paddle me some more?"

"No Pam, just lie there."

Bess reached under Pam's chest and tugged on her breasts until one fell
on each side of the narrow bench. Pam's tits hung towards the floor
dangling in the two foot space between the bench and tile floor.

Bess pulled the table behind the bench. With her strength it was easy
for Bess lift Pam's legs onto the table. This placed Pam at an angle, head
down and legs a foot or so above. The lowest point on Pam's body was her
hanging breasts.

Pam had to keep her abdomen flexed to keep from falling between the
bench and table. She didn't know how long she could hold that position.
When she said that, Bess told her not to move, and she had better hold
herself up or there would be hell to pay.

Bess sat on the floor at Pam's head.

"Pam," Bess said to the straining housewife, "we need to make your tits
firmer and the exercise just isn't doing it. This will punish you and help
you at the same time." She looked directly into Pam's straining face which
was only inches from her own. "Breast tissue has some but not a lot of
blood vessels for the tissue volume. What I want is to force as much blood
as I can into your tits. Making them the lowest point on your body your
blood will naturally run into your tits. I'm going to help by stroking
downward. This will force the blood further down and the massaging will
cause the blood vessels to dilate slightly enabling more blood to flow."

Bess continued seeing that this physiology mumbojumbo seemed to be
calming Pam. "Your tits will start to throb. That's your punishment. But
it will also make them firmer and perhaps even a little bigger and more
sensitive." Bess didn't know about most of the bullshit she had just made
up, but she happily began manipulating Pam's generous boobs. She figured
that Pam was naive enough to believe it.

For herself, Bess really didn't mind having a flat chest. It made her a
better athlete. Tits like Pam's must get in the way and give a person a
backache. But they were nice to look at and play with.

Bess, using both hands opened widely, grasped Pam's tits as far up as
she could at their wide base. Then she deliberately and firmly pulled her
hands toward the floor squeezing them together has she went. The effect
was the same as a farmer milking a cow, but in this case the udder was a
big tit many times the size of a cow's teat. Bess stroked and pulled on
one breast and then the other. To her amazement she could feel Pam's tits
expanding. It actually worked. Of course when Pam stood up the blood
pressure would be relieved and Pam's tits would return to normal. But even
a normal Pam had a nice chest.

Bess was amazed, after numerous hard pulls on each breast the skin that
she was pulling was as taut as a drum. The flesh was engorged, and
becoming sensitive if Pam's wiggling was any indication.

"Bess," Pam whispered, "I can't hold this position any more. My stomach
and legs are cramping."

"OK, Pam, just a minute more!" This is wild, Bess thought. I need to
see what this looks like. She had an idea. Bess jumped up and reached
over Pam's body to the table. In a small drawer there was some paper,
pencils, plastic tape and heavy rubber bands. Bess pulled out two of the
heaviest rubber bands she could find. She dropped back to the floor.

Bess could tell that Pam's muscles were about to fail, so she quickly
pulled a heavy band wide open and pushed it up Pam's left breast until it
reached her abdomen. She released the band and repeated the entrapment on
the right breast. As the second band snapped on, Pam's legs gave out and
her feet fell off the table to the floor. Pam used her hands on the bench
to steady herself and raised the top half of her body up to regain her
balance.

Bess was sitting on the floor looking at Pam's face. Pam was on her
knees leaning forward. Her weight was supported by her knees and her arms.
Pam had a hold of each side of the narrow bench. Her arms were straight
supporting her. Since the bench was so narrow Pam's breasts were trapped
between her elbows. Squeezed together in the middle. A classic nude pose.
As Bess' gaze moved down from Pam's beautiful sweating face the sight that
greeted her eyes was astonishing. Bess let out an involuntary, "Oh my
Gawd."

Capped by hard brown nipples were a pair of tits that would do any
stripper proud. They were fully 25% bigger than their normal size. The
skin was so tight it shone. The tightness was lifting them higher on Pam's
body. And they were no longer pale white, but a gorgeous dark pink getting
darker all of the time.

Pam saw Bess' reaction and sat back on her haunches, dropping her arms
to her sides. Like the heavy ball used to knock buildings down Pam's tits
swung back with her, then hitting the bottom, began to gain momentum and
swing back upward. Finally stopping with the nipples pointing towards the
ceiling. They paused, held for a second, stopped by their own inertia,
then began the arc downward. Only now Pam had shifted on her knees so a
new vector to the side was added to the most pendulous things either woman
had ever seen attached to a body. It was as if they moved in slow motion
with a physics all of their own. Swinging diagonally across her body they
came to momentary rest when they hit Pam's arm then began slowly speeding
up like a train, back across to the other side, hard pebble nipples
mesmerizing Bess as they moved in what looked like a slow motion replay.

"OH, my," was all Pam could say.

Both women just stared for a few moments at Pam's tits.

Then recovering from the muscle strain, Pam said, "Ouch Bess this hurts.
They feel like they are going to pop."

"What feels like its going to pop, Pam?"

"My breasts, Ouch."

"Pam, those are tits. If I have ever seen anything that should be
called tits, those are them."

Pam whispered, "My tits hurt."

"Good, that's your punishment. Let's go get our shower."

Bess couldn't keep her eyes off of the balloons that sat on Pam's chest
as they walked upstairs. The jiggling caused by climbing the steps did
amazing things to the movement of the flesh.

Once in the shower Bess noted that the pink of the breast had turned to
red. She would have to get those rubber bands off before some real damage
was done. But she figured she still had a few minutes. Bess immediately
soaped up two washcloths and facing Pam began rubbing each of the expanded
orbs. She used a large circular motion as if she were waxing her car.

Pam immediately began to moan, "It hurts." But the moans were not
entirely from pain. It was if the tautness of her breasts and nipples
created a direct connection to her pussy. As Bess continued stroking,
Pam's legs buckled. Despite the pain and without being touched between her
legs, a medium sized orgasm wracked her body. Bess stopped rubbing and
watched Pam's face. The housewife's eyelids fluttered and her jaw went
slack. Soft mews escaped from between Pam's lips.

"Wow," Bess thought as the needle spray splashed on the women. Drops of
water leaped off the taut skin, looking as if it were bouncing up from a
now very red trampoline.

Bess pulled Pam from the shower and quickly dried her. When the rough
cloth touched her tits a gasp of pain escaped from Pam.

"Go lie down Pam I will rub the lotion on your ass, then free your
tits."

Pam went into the bedroom while Bess quickly dried off. Once dry Bess
entered the bedroom and found Pam standing next to the bed.

Pam looked at Bess with tears in her eyes, "I can't lie down on my
front."

The red tits were beginning to take on a purple hue.

"OK, lie on your back I'll get you free."

Pam laid on her back, tits reaching for the sky. They looked like
balloons that someone had glued to her body Bess straddled her friend's
waist and dug her fingers under the tits looking for the bands. She
finally found one but the flesh was so engorged that she couldn't slip it
over the huge bulge in Pam's breast. Bess reached over to her bedside
table and grabbed some toe nail clippers. Holding the flesh back she
clipped the band. It flew halfway across the room. Worried now, Bess
quickly repeated the process on the other breast. As that band shot to the
far wall, Pam's screams shook the bedroom. The blood was released and it
felt to Pam as if a thousand needles had been plunged into her sensitive
breasts and nipples. Pam curled into a fetal position and screamed and
screamed and screamed.

At first Bess was frightened that Pam might be hurt, but as she saw
Pam's breasts begin to turn a healthy pink, she knew that the abused wife
would be OK. Bess also knew that it had to hurt like hell.

As Pam's pain began to subside and her wailing lessened, Bess got the
lotion and began rubbing it into Pam's forgotten but still red ass. Since
Pam was curled up, she massaged the parts she could reach. Finally she
pulled Pam from her fetal position and laid on the bed with her, holding
her gently. Then she had Pam roll onto her back. Her tits had returned to
their normal size, but they were still pink rather than pale white. Bess
picked up the lotion again and said, "we don't want any stretch marks so
I'm going to rub some lotion in very gently, OK."

Pam responded with a sigh and a soft' "Ok, but gently please."

Bess squirted generous amounts of lotion on the abused breasts and her
hands. Then very gently stroked the lotion to spread it around the tit
flesh. Something interesting happened. Pam's pain had subsided, but as
soon as Bess touched her tits her nipples became erect and she could feel
an internal tug in her vagina. Her breasts only throbbed a little, no real
pain now, but the connection from tit to twat was still there. Her
breasts, unlike anytime before in her life, were now very sensitive and
sent what felt like little electric charges throughout her body.

Bess knew something was different, because Pam was moaning and had
separated her legs slightly. In moments Pam folded her arms over her
stomach and shuddered. The heel of one of Pam's hands was pressed against
her pubic area. A second orgasm swept through Pam, and Bess noticed a
small amount of fluid leaking from Pam's cunt onto her bedspread.

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"Someone Wicked This Way Cums"
By Shon Richards

Bethany Taylor didn't hear the question at first. She was
concerned by a strange phenomenon. Her nipples were prickling, like
they had fallen asleep.

"Another cookie, Ms. Taylor?"

"Sure," Bethany responded. She took the cookie that was offered
and had a bite. It was delicious. This disappointed Bethany, because
she always found it harder to ruin people who made good cookies.

Across from her sat the Soares couple. They were the owners of
SpellWriters, the hottest dot-com company in existence. In a time when
dot-com companies were collapsing like a house of cards built by an
epileptic, SpellWriters was considering buying their first plane.
Success like that deserved to be investigated, analyzed and copied by
real companies like Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises.

The problem was, the company had a bizarre product. They sold
spells. Customers sent in their requests, and the Soares e-mailed them
a spell. The customer had to perform the spell, and when it failed to
work, the Soares family said that it was the fault of the caster. To
Diligent Enterprises' amazement, the customers accepted this. Worse,
they actually bought more spells!

Bethany wasn't concerned about understanding and then imitating
such an unusual company. Figuring out unorthodox businesses was why
they paid industrial agents like Bethany the big paychecks. After this
mission, she had her heart set on buying one of Charles Adam's
originals.

"Sheryl, bring us more cookies," Eric Soares demanded. Bethany
shivered at his voice. There was something subharmonic about his deep
voice that struck Bethany deep in her belly. Of course, it might just
be his good looks. Not many website owners had shoulders that broad,
or such a well-trimmed black beard.

"And bring more lemonade," his wife, Dita, demanded. Bethany
tried to look Dita in the face but it was impossible. She had the same
dark hair as her husband but her skin was a pale white that glowed.
Bethany's eyes kept being drawn to the woman's cleavage for there was a
strange tattoo in the valley of Dita's breasts. It was a red swirl
with elements of something that glittered. It wasn't like Bethany to
stare at another woman's breasts, but she just couldn't help herself.

Bethany tore her eyes away from the attractive couple and the
strange tattoo and looked at herself in the living room mirror. She
was surprised by what she saw. Oh, she looked good in her dark green
blouse and skirt, and as always, she was pleased by how the green
matched brought out her long blonde hair. Bethany was just surprised
by how strained her face looked, like she was struggling with
something.

"Here are your cookies, madam," a voice said.

Bethany turned and nearly dropped her glass. It was Sheryl
Hannigan! She was the top agent of Major Electric, one of the few
corporations as big as Diligent Enterprises. What was she doing
working as a maid for these small fries?

"Thank you," Bethany said. She tried to hide her curiosity but
it was impossible. Earlier, she had seen Ned Anderson from Laser
Franchises tending the garden, and she could have sworn she saw two
other industrial agents washing the Soares' car.

"Damn, the only agent of note who isn't here is that bitch, Amy
Valentine," Bethany whispered to herself.

"Oh, and Bethany, you can take your shirt off now," Dita
commanded.

To Bethany's surprise, she did as she was told.

~~~

Amy Valentine pulled up the Soares residence and stepped out of
the car with authority. This mission was being a major pain in the
ass. The Soares had a profitable dot-com business that was threatening
Amy's employers, Paragon Industries. They hated successful dot-coms,
it made their senior citizen executive look bad. Amy's mission was
simple; she just had to destroy their company.

Sadly, she was on a small probation ever since she ruined some
prime real estate in Burbank. Amy was forbidden to use anything that
could wipe out a building, a forest or was banned by the Geneva
Convention. For this mission, she would have to use something that
didn't lower property values or terrify the National Guard just to
prove she could be subtle. It would require more work but she
distracted herself by thinking of the black pearl choker she wanted to
buy with this mission's paycheck.

At least Amy still looked great. Because she was after a company
called SpellWriters, she decided to go with a Goth look. Her long
brown hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail a librarian would be
proud of. She was wearing a loose black blouse with long sleeves that
did a great job of concealing how small her breasts were. A black
miniskirt and torn stockings adorned her long legs. She was either a
vampire hooker or chromatically challenged.

The Soares house had an iron fence surrounding the premises. The
house itself was two stories of arches and ornamental gargoyles. Tall
trees were shedding their leaves and coating the ground in a parade of
colors.

It looked like a haunted house and Amy's ass instinctively
flinched, but that's another story.

Amy leaped over the iron fence and came face to face with the
gardener. She recognized him and paused. It was Ned Anderson, Laser
Franchises' best agent. Amy remembered breaking his nose once in
Belgium.

"Hey Ned, no hard feelings, right?" Amy asked. "You're here for
the same reason I am. Let's work together to bring these Internet
geeks down together.

Ned stopped raking and looked at Amy with pure hatred. "You
shall not harm the Master and Mistress!"

He swung at her with the rake and Amy ducked under the garden
tool. She reached for a handful of leaves and threw them up in his
face. As Ned brushed the cloud of dead leaves away from his face, Amy
was punching him hard in the stomach. When he dropped to his knees,
she finished him off with a kick to his head.

"Damn, he must be still upset about Belgium," Amy said.

"We have an intruder!" Amy heard from the garage. It was the
Gorman sisters, a deadly duo that worked for a British company. Why
the fuck were they washing a car?

As the twins ran towards her with deadly intent, Amy realized
something was fucked up here. For one thing, the twins rarely used the
secret Ninja technique they were trained with since birth, but now they
were using nothing but their devastating technique. It was everything
Amy could to avoid being crushed by arcing kicks and pummeling chops.

Another odd bit was the fact that both of the twins were wearing
dog collars with nipple chains. Considering that both girls were
members of radical Protestant militia, this was a new look for them.
Amy admired their dedication to going undercover, but thought they
should have reconsidered piercing their noses.

~~~

Bethany sucked Dita's hard nipple between her teeth. The blonde
flicked her tongue over the trapped nub of flesh as Dita moaned in
appreciation. Bethany shifted to the side to allow Eric better access
to her own breasts. She shivered as the hairs of his beard tickled her
full breasts and she groaned as his teeth relentlessly bit into her
soft flesh.

For one brief second, Bethany couldn't remember what she was
doing here. How did they start having sex? Why were they having sex?
She tried to remember if she had a plan prepared, or if the sex was
some part of set up. Her brow wrinkled as she tried to recall what
happened but then she noticed something vastly more important.

Dita's swirling tattoo was right by her eye, a few inches from
Bethany's sucking mouth. The blonde's blue eyes darted as they tried
to follow the pattern of the swirl. Nothing else really mattered all
that much.

"Hastur's balls!" Eric exclaimed. "Her breasts are huge! Here,
take a handful, love."

Bethany melted into Dita's reaching hand. As Eric sucked one of
her nipples, Dita manipulated her other breast with her agile fingers
and sharp, sharp nails. Even when Dita grazed her nail over Bethany's
sensitive nipple, the blonde didn't cry out. All Bethany wanted was to
obey.

That, and to see where the swirling tattoo ended.

"She is magnificent," Dita agreed. "Tonight I'll use her as a
pillow; commanding her to remain still while I sleep upon her."

Eric laughed. "Excellent idea. And in the morning, she can wash
the windows. Maybe we'll forbid her the use of her hands and she'll
have to scrub the windows solely with her tits."

Dita moaned as Bethany's mouth sucked harder on her breast. "Oh
darling, I love your imagination. We must break this slut in now.
Shall we use my tattoo or yours?"

Eric rose and unzipped his pants. "I think we will use mine."
He reached for Bethany's blonde hair and pulled her away from Dita's
chest. For a split second, Bethany's eyes lost their dullness but her
blue eyes quickly dimmed again.

The handsome man in front of her had the most amazing red tattoo
on his belly button.

~~~

Amy slammed the heads of the Gorman sisters together again. With
dangerous and deranged twins, you could never be too safe. Out of
spite, she also connected the twins' nipple chains together. It was a
lot like tying shoelaces together but just a lot more painful.

Checking to see if there was any other pissed off agents, Amy
finally continued on her mission. At this point, the front door seemed
out of the question. She stepped into the backyard and was relieved to
only a black cat. Amy was certain she could handle a simple cat.

The agent was about to check the lock on the backdoor when she
noticed something flicker in the basement window. Stepping down from
the porch, Amy knelt by the window. The cat behind her hissed, but Amy
ignored it.

"Hiss all you want," Amy laughed. "It's better than trying to
kick my ass."

Amy's laughter stopped when she looked through the basement
window. It wasn't your typical dot-com basement. Instead of
computers, there were three pentagrams inscribed onto the floor. The
light was coming from multiple candles sitting on top of skulls. A
cauldron bubbled in the corner and to the far left, a table was laid
out with various voodoo dolls.

"Fuck the Soares," Amy whispered. With a controlled palm thrust,
she cracked the glass of the window with barely a sound. Amy created a
hole just large enough for her to slip her hand through to the latch.
After pulling the window open, Amy slipped feet first through the tiny
hole.

Inside the basement was worse. The smell of blood was pretty
strong and she saw a not quite decomposed skeleton chained to the wall.
The glowing pattern on the ceiling hurt her eyes to look at it, so Amy
didn't investigate the strange pulsing she thought she saw.

Amy examined the dolls on the table. They were simple dolls but
the human hair stapled to the heads and the scraps of underwear wrapped
around their bodies told Amy what she needed to know. She recognized
the straight black hairs of the Gorman sisters and she recognized Ned's
black silk briefs from that one time in Dallas.

"Some serious juju is going on here," Amy said.

The bubbling of the cauldron caught her attention. The entire
pot was a shiny black color that drank the light. The red runes
inscribed on the sides twisted and wiggled. Something green was
stewing within, and green coils of mist rolled from the lip.

"Yep, that's evil," Amy said to herself.

The cat screeched as it jumped through the open window. Amy
nearly jumped out of her skin. As Amy watched, the black cat's legs
lengthened unnaturally. Its hair fell off as its head enlarged. A
full, potent cock emerged from between its legs and sharp claws emerged
from his hands. Strangely, the tail remained and even lengthened to be
proportional.

"You should not be here," the new man hissed. "If you mess with
the cauldron, my pets will be in trouble with the demons they made
deals with."

Now, Amy had seen some weird things in her career. She had been
licked by a mermaid, had sex while dangling from a mountain and once,
she even gave three of her own clones a helicopter ride. The sight of
a cat that transforms into a man didn't even make her pause.

"That's odd, your cock doesn't seem to mind I'm here," Amy said.

The cat scowled and looked down at his erect member. "If they
find out you are here, they might not feed me," he countered.

Amy reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it. The
cat's nose twitched worse than Samantha's. The woman clenched and
smiled when she saw the cat's nose flinch in sync.

"What if I feed you something better?" Amy offered.

The cat had an attack of conscious but the offer of quick
gratification was too tempting. He knelt before Amy's sex and wiped
her with a long lick of his rough tongue. Amy's knees almost buckled.

"Oh shit," Amy moaned. It was enough to make her want to study
magic.

~~~

Bethany was struggling to keep up with the demands they made of
her, but her success was never in question. She was lying back on the
couch, her legs entwined with Dita's. Their sexes were sharing a
double-ended dildo but Bethany was doing all the work. Bethany's hips
were undulating and writhing as she fucked both of their pussies
together. Dita merely sucked on Bethany's toes.

Meanwhile, her mouth engulfed Eric's cock while her hands fondled
his balls. Eric was contenting himself with Bethany's nipples. He was
pinching them in a most distracting manner, but for some reason,
Bethany never lost her rhythm. She had no choice. They had commanded
her and no matter how hard it was to fuck Dita and suck Eric while
being groped in return, Bethany's body was able to perform.

As for Bethany's pleasure, she was in pure bliss. With Eric's
cock in her mouth, she had an excellent view of his swirling tattoo.
It was on his belly button and the colors were fascinating. She barely
felt the dildo that was sunk so deeply inside her sex. Bethany could
hardly feel the rough pinching her breasts were enduring. Not even
Eric's cock pushing against the sides of her cheeks could tear her eyes
away from the tattoo.

"Cthulhu's cocks!" Dita cried out. Bethany's thighs were
clenching around Dita's as the dildo melted inside them. "I can't wait
to make her doll! Her thighs are a little chubby, but her motions!"

Eric groaned. He simply nodded. Bethany's lips were too tight
around his cock to really think clearly. The blonde's mouth was like a
seal around his shaft, enchanting his cock closer and closer to
exploding.

"Thank God for Black Magic Sex!" Eric cried out.

~~~

"Thank Buddha for cats' tongues!" Amy cried out.

The cat was licking her sensitive delta with its rough agile
tongue and Amy loved every second of it. The abrasive tongue was
surprisingly gentle and the way his tongue curled backwards was making
Amy shake. Her fingers scratched a spot behind his ears and his
amazing tongue performed even better!

"I really hate dogs right now," Amy moaned.

The cat-man's tongue flicked deeper in her. Amy's hips danced on
the kneeling man's mouth as she tried to grind her sex into him. The
hair on the back of her neck rose as she discharged an electric orgasm
on his wide tongue.

"Now!" the man growled as he pushed her away. His lips were
glistening but his eyes were blazing with need. One look at his face
flushed with desire was all the convincing Amy needed.

Besides, she always had a soft heart for cats.

The man pulled Amy's hands till she knelt down on the floor of
the basement. He flipped her over to her stomach and Amy squealed at
his impatience. Without ceremony, he flipped her skirt over her waist
and bore down on top of her. A single thrust was all he needed to
impale her sex and mount her.

"Oh whoa!" Amy cried out. Her sex went from horny and needy to
horny and filled in an instant. His weight pressed down on her,
crushing her to the floor as his pelvis slammed into her tight ass.

"Good kitty!" Amy moaned.

The cat brushed her long brown hair away from her neck and the
agent shuddered as his teeth clamped down on the back of her neck. Her
fingers clawed the floor as his mouth pinned her neck with a sensual
bite. Amy was trapped and loving every single thrust and bite.

"Make me bark!" Amy cried out, not even closely coherent.

The cat understood her. His cock slid and rammed her sex with
the speed of an animal. It was a solid, harsh, primal fucking. The
air was cut by his tail swishing through the air as his body pounded
Amy.

"Oh!" Amy cried out as her orgasm swept her.

As for the cat, he merely screeched as his cum was poured into
the brunette's ready sex.

~~~

"Did you hear something?" Dita asked.

"Hush!" Eric snapped. "Here I cum!"

Bethany swallowed him easily, almost casually. As the dark man
clutched her breasts and his cock erupted a thick stream down her
throat, Bethany's eyes and mind was elsewhere. For her, the thick
salty taste in her mouth could never compare to the red, entrancing,
swirling, fascinating-

"What the fuck?" Bethany said after spitting Eric's cock out.
After swallowing what she had, she glared at Dita between her legs.

"You assholes fucked with my mind, didn't you? Don't lie to me!
I work for a corporation; I know when my mind gets fucked with!"

Before they could answer, Bethany was already in action. The
foot Dita was sucking on was pulled from her lips and then swung back
into her face heel-first. Dita slumped off the couch, knocked
completely out.

Eric got desperate and tried snapping his fingers around his
belly. He was hoping Bethany would look at his stomach and maybe fall
back under the spell of the tattoo. Instead, Bethany punched him twice
there as she rose from the couch. The dildo was still buried deep
inside her, but Bethany didn't let a detail like that stop her. An
asshole like this guy deserved only the best Diligent Enterprises had
to offer.

"Don't," Bethany said as she smashed his head against the wall.

"Ever," she added as his head bounced again.

"Ever," she repeated as she bounced his head off the table.

"Mind-control," she said as she lifted her knee in his crotch.

"Me," she said as she added a punch to his face.

"Again!" she said as she dropped his unconscious head.

Bethany realized she was a bit tense. As she took a step, she
was reminded of the double-ended dildo emerging from between her legs.
The blonde gripped the dildo intending to pull it out but she hesitated
when she felt a jolt of pleasure sweep through her.

"I think I deserve it," Bethany said to no one in particular.
She gave the dildo one good shove inside her and cried out as her
magically denied orgasm was finally released.

"Wow, I did deserve it!" Bethany said as she sat down hard on the
floor. She saw Dita trying to rise from the ground. Bethany crawled
over to the stunned witch and grabbed her by her ponytail.

"You, explain," Bethany demanded.

"I can't!" Dita moaned. "We thought the cauldron was perfect!
We found it at junkyard, just screaming with mana. We cleaned it,
sacrificed to it, and before we knew it, any spell we cast was a
thousand times more powerful!"

Bethany snickered. Witches were only as strong as their toys.
That's why Bethany preferred to masturbate with her fingers. She'll be
damned if she very became dependent on fickle objects.

Dita cried out as Bethany twisted her ponytail tighter in her
hand.

"Where is the cauldron?" Bethany demanded.

"In the basement!" Dita answered.

Bethany dropped Dita. She wondered what the bonus would be for
bringing back such a powerful magical artifact. Perhaps she could buy
two of Adam's originals!

~~~

"Hey? Can you give me a hand with this?" Amy asked the man. She
had dumped the contents of the cauldron into the washer machine, but
the iron cauldron was still as heavy as a bitch.

The man stopped licking himself just long enough to shake his
head no.

Amy shrugged. At least the cat/man wasn't trying to stop her.
After fucking her, the cat seemed bored and hungry. If it weren't for
the black tail between its legs, she would have thought he was a normal
man.

"Fuck it," Amy said practically. She pulled out her gun, and
emptied a few rounds into the cauldron. The ancient vessel of untold
power cracked, then boiled and finally melted into a pile of black
goo."

"Freeze!" Amy heard from the stairs. The brunette turned around
and saw a butt-naked Bethany holding a gun on her.

"You look like some sort of vampire slut," Bethany said as she
descended the stairs, her gun still pointed at Amy.

"That's funny, you look just like a normal slut," Amy snapped
back. "If you don't mind, I was just leaving."

Bethany considered her choices. She didn't know why the odd guy
with the black tail was licking his hand, but she was also feeling a
little light-headed from the tattoo. Maybe it would be better to let
Amy go and search for the cauldron.

"Fine, go," Bethany said. "You didn't happen to see a big kettle
down here, did you?"

Amy gave her best innocence look. "Actually, the guy said he
would tell me if I gave him a blowjob, but I didn't see the point. Who
needs a kettle?"

Bethany smiled as Amy left.

Amy smiled as she put in her advance order on the black choker
from her cellphone. The next time she saw Bethany, she would be could
call her a pussy-licker and mean it.

As for the cat, life was good.

The end.

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