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Auction

By: Sarakingdom



1. AT THE BEACH 

It was Stephanie's final day in the resort of Dravna. She was due to fly back to England that afternoon with her producer and cameraman. 

At 28, Stephanie Jenkins was a rising star of English Television . The dark-haired presenter had started out in children's television and moved on to present a variety of entertainment and documentary programmes. Her talent and beauty made her much sought after by television channels around the country. 

It was one of the perks of Stephanie's TV job that, from time to time, she and her fellow presenters were given short assignments to film reports from holiday resorts. She had spent the last two days in this new Eastern European resort on the Black Sea coast. The climate was lovely and the holiday facilities were superb, but Stephanie was appalled at how poor the country was. It had been difficult for her team to film anything useful away from the hotels at the beach-front. 

Now that her filming had been done, Stephanie wanted to spend a few hours sunbathing on the beautiful beach. Her colleagues Mike and Kenny were off trying to shoot extra footage. 

Stephanie left her hotel dressed in a white bikini with a black and white striped sarong tucked around the waist. On her feet were white canvas shoes and she carried a rolled-up beach towel under her arm. Her clothing showed off her tall and lovely figure to full effect. 

She walked the short way from the hotel to the beach but noticed that it was especially busy that day. She decided to walk further up the path running along the beach in the hope of finding a quieter spot. 

After walking for about five minutes Stephanie found herself outside of town. The beach was quite deserted, although very beautiful. Stephanie decided to stop and sunbathe here. 

She stepped off the path and down a small stairway onto the white sands. She picked a spot and laid out her large beach-towel. She took off her sarong and shoes and lay on her back. 

Stephanie lay there blissfully. This was just perfect. With beautiful beaches and a climate like this, there was no way that the fledgling tourism industry could fail to take off in this part of the world. 

Suddenly she heard voices all around her. Stephanie opened her eyes to find three policeman shouting angrily and pointing at a sign near the path. They grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stand up. She couldn't understand what they were saying and why they were so angry. 

Stephanie tried to speak to them. "Do you speak English? I'm sorry. I don't speak your language." 

One of the policeman shrugged his shoulders and pointed towards a police car parked near the path. He gestured to her to pick up her belongings and come with them. 

"I'm sorry. I'm English. I didn't know I was doing anything wrong." 

She hurriedly put on her shoes and picked up her sarong and towel. The policemen took her up the beach to the car. 

2. IN THE POLICE STATION 

No-one in the Police Station spoke English and Stephanie was relieved when Yuri, the television crew's local interpreter, arrived. 

"Yuri! What is going on? Why have they brought me here?" 

Yuri smiled. "Please keep calm. It appears you have trespassed on a private beach not open to tourists. It is not a serious offence. You will be allowed to go soon. " 

"But what do they want? Why have they brought my suitcase and things from the hotel? Why have they taken out and counted out all the cash I have?" 

"There is a fixed fine to be paid for your trespass. I think it is about fifty of your English pounds. They have checked your belongings and unfortunately you do not have enough of our currency with you to pay this fully. I think maybe you have only about half of what they need." 

"But I've got English money and credit cards. Can't I pay with those?" 

"No, I'm afraid that that the law decrees that all our fines are paid in cash with our local currency. It is perhaps a silly rule, but our country is not so advanced as yours." 

"Can you lend me some money Yuri? I can easily pay you back." 

"I would like to do that. Unfortunately it is not allowed. That would be seen to be aiding a criminal act and I, or anyone else, could be put in prison for that. I'm afraid that the fine must be paid from your own cash." 

"But I don't have enough. What will they do? Will I go to prison?" 

Yuri laughed. "No, no, no. There is no danger of that. It is customary for a fine to be paid by having some of the criminal's belongings auctioned in the town square. When enough is raised to pay the fine you will be allowed to go. For such a small amount of money you should not worry." 

"Auction? When will that happen?" 

"These are quite normal and take place nearly every day at 2pm in the square. The guys here tell me that there are no other auctions to be held today. They will take us up there in a few minutes and this thing will be sorted out. Please don't worry." 

3. IN THE MARKET SQUARE 

Stephanie walked up the steps on to the small wooden stage. Yuri followed her. 

"Are these handcuffs really necessary, Yuri?" 

"I'm sorry Miss Jenkins, but until your fine is paid you are treated as a criminal. It is just the way of our country. " 

Stephanie laughed. "Criminal? I only have a fine of about £25 to pay. What would they do if this was something serious?" 

Yuri smiled. "It's just the way we do things, like how we can only accept cash. Please be patient. This should not take too long. You will have the handcuffs off in no time and I promise you will be at the airport in plenty time for your flight this afternoon." 

Stephanie was directed to the centre of the stage by a grey-haired man in a dishevelled blue suit. They were about three feet above the ground. Around the stage were about fifty locals all watching intently as the beautiful, handcuffed foreigner was presented to them. 

"Hello ... Stephanie!" A shout came from the back of the crowd. Standing there were Mike, her producer, and Kenny the young cameraman. They waved to her as Stephanie looked over at them. 

Stephanie smiled and turned enough to show her colleagues that she was handcuffed. She faced the front again and shrugged her shoulders. What else could she do? 

Stephanie noticed that Kenny was filming. She turned to Yuri. "I can't believe it! They're actually shooting this. I'm going to be a laughing stock when I get home. " 

Yuri pointed to a second floor balcony in the building overlooking the square. "They're not the only ones. That's the local television channel up there. They always broadcast these auctions live." 

Stephanie looked up to see two men with a large television camera on a tripod. She glanced around the square and noticed a few spectators with camcorders. 

"I thought that this was supposed to be a poor country. Where did all the cameras come from?" 

A policeman came up on to the stage carrying Stephanie's suitcase. He placed it at the front of the stage and opened it. He then climbed off the stage and took his place at the front of the crowd. He folded his arms and waited for the show to begin. 

The man in the suit walked up to Stephanie. He said something to her and urged her forward by touching her back. She walked with him to the front centre of the stage. Yuri followed and remained behind her right shoulder. "He is the Town Mayor. It is his job to make sure that all fines are recovered for the town. " Yuri informed her. 

The man spoke into a microphone and his voice came out of loudspeakers placed around the square. He talked and the audience laughed at his comments. 

The man reached into the suitcase and pulled out Stephanie's trainers. He held them up to the crowd. A few voices gave their approval and the man started to react as people shouted out. After a few seconds the audience went quiet and the man pointed to someone at the back. A young woman of about twenty stepped forward and gave the man some coins. She was handed the trainers and she walked away smiling. The crowd laughed as she held them up. 

Stephanie turned to Yuri. "I hope they fetched a good price, they cost me a packet back in London." 

Yuri shook his head. "I'm afraid that the girl only paid about two of your pounds for the shoes. 

Stephanie was shocked. "But that's ridiculous! Those are really expensive trainers. They're almost brand new." 

"I'm sorry." Yuri replied. "That's the way of these auctions. I'm afraid everybody is here looking for a bargain. Nobody can afford much in this country anyway." 

Stephanie shook her head. "If this carries on they'll probably get quite a few of my things from that case before they make enough for my fine." 

The man returned to the suitcase and pulled out Stephanie's black dress. She had worn it the night before when they had visited a restaurant at the beach and did the final piece of filming for the report. 

"Well, that cost me quite a large part of my clothing allowance for this year." said Stephanie. "If these people know anything about designer labels this should raise enough to finish this silly auction off." 

Again the man responded to shouts from the audience. They laughed as he held it in front of him and posed. Finally he pointed to the winner, a young man near the front. He approached stage and handed the man a few notes before walking off with the dress triumphally. 

Stephanie said hopefully. "Yuri, how much did that dress fetch? Is that the auction over?" 

Yuri shook his head. "No, I'm afraid that was only about three of your pounds. I think we have still a long way to go." 

Stephanie looked up to the heavens in despair. "I don't believe this. Do these people not know quality when they see it?" 

The man put the money in his jacket pocket and made a few notes in his book. He then returned to the case. 

The auction continued much in the same vein. Stephanie's personal belongings were taken from the case one by one and bought at very low prices. Her expensive clothes and shoes went for next to nothing. Her toilet bag was emptied out and examined by the curious locals at the front of the stage. 

Stephanie cringed with embarrassment. This couldn't be happening to her. She was a well known television presenter and now her personal belongings were being examined and ridiculed in public by these ignorant foreigners. To make things worse she noticed that Mike stood with his arms folded, obviously enjoying the spectacle, and Kenny continued to film with a big grin on his face. 

"How much have they made so far, Yuri?" whispered Stephanie. 

Yuri listened for a moment as the man talked to the crowd. "He is telling them that you are still short of your fine by about ten pounds. There is not much left in your case I'm afraid." 

Stephanie knew what was next. The man lifted out a bundle and held it up to the audience. Stephanie's underwear! 

"Oh, no!" thought Stephanie and looked down in embarrassment. 

The man held up some of the items individually and some of the audience cheered. Loud laughter broke out and Stephanie looked up to see the man sniffing a pair of her panties. All the items had been worn during her trip. 

There was a frenzy of activity as crowd shouted out bids and the man did his best to keep control. He ran from stage and passed the items to members of the crowd as they handed him coins and notes. He returned to the stage after handing out everything and counted the money he had taken. He wrote in his book again. 

"Surely that's it now, Yuri?" whispered Stephanie hopefully. 

Yuri listened to the man again as he addressed the crowd. He watched as the man lifted the empty suitcase and showed it to the crowd. He held it upside down to show that it was empty. A shout came from the crowd again and the man stepped forward and handed the case to an elderly woman in exchange for a note. 

The man shrugged his shoulders and consulted his notebook. He talked continually to the audience. Some of them laughed. 

Yuri spoke. "I'm afraid that they have sold all your belongings but they have not raised enough to pay the full amount of the fine. I think you are still about five pounds below the amount required." 

Stephanie was almost in tears. She had been humiliated as her belongings had been sold for next to nothing. 

"W..w..what happens now? W..will they put me in prison?" 

"No. I don't think they are finished. The auctioneer is asking if there is anything else the people are interested in." 

"What? They've got everything I have!" 

Yuri shook his head. "He wants to auction your jewellery. He is asking for people to bid for your watch and rings." 

The man approached from behind. Stephanie felt her watch being taken off and her rings were pulled from her fingers. The man walked forward and held them up for the crowd. More shouting followed and the man passed the items to an old woman in the front row in exchange for a couple of coins. 

The man returned to Stephanie and knelt down. He touched her canvas shoes and looked up at Stephanie. 

"He wants your shoes. Please lift up your feet for him." whispered Yuri. 

Stephanie lifted her right foot and the man undid the laces and took her shoe off. She then lifted her left foot and this shoe was also removed. 

The man held the shoes up and they were given to a young woman for a couple of coins. 

"Is that it now?" Stephanie asked anxiously. "I haven't much left." 

The man returned and tugged at her sarong. He pulled at the material at the waist and the skirt fell away from Stephanie's body. He turned and held it up to the crowd. 

Stephanie stood there in only her white bikini. 

"Hey! You can't do that! Give me that back!" screamed Stephanie. 

The man turned and spoke sharply to her. Stephanie knew she was being told to be quiet. Yuri whispered. "Please don't argue with him. He has a job to do and it will be difficult for you if you do not cooperate. He can throw you into prison if he wants to. Please keep quiet. This will be over soon." 

Stephanie kept quiet but glared as the man waved the skirt for the appreciative crowd. A young woman of about Stephanie's age was given the skirt in exchange for a coin. 

The man turned round and smiled at Stephanie. The crowd started to applaud. 

"Yuri! What is he going to do? Please help me!" 

Yuri stayed silent as the man walked behind Stephanie. She felt her bikini being unclasped and at the back. 

"Please don't do this!" Stephanie pleaded. She looked up to the balcony and saw the local film crew. She looked at the back of the crowd and saw Kenny filming away. He still had a big grin in his face. Mike was laughing and clapping with the crowd. 

The man came back round in front of Stephanie. She looked at his face. The man was smiling, clearly enjoying himself. He wrapped a finger around the bikini between her breasts and lifted it up over her head quickly. 

The crowd cheered as Stephanie's breasts were displayed. She closed her eyes. This couldn't be happening! Now she was topless in front of all these people! And how many more were watching on Television? 

Stephanie looked up as the man returned having sold the bikini top. "Oh no! Please! Please don't!" She pleaded. 

She felt the policeman behind her tighten his grip on her arms. The man approached her, knelt down, and gripped the waistband on either side of her bikini bottoms. He turned his head and said something to the crowd. They shouted enthusiastically. Stephanie knew what they wanted. 

The man looked up into Stephanie's eyes and smiled. In one swift movement he then pulled the bottoms down over her hips and down to her ankles. The crowd cheered and Stephanie looked in horror as the bikini bottoms were taken away and waved in the air. 

Stephanie stood distraught with her head bowed. The audience cheered and applauded as her last garment was sold. Tears welled up in her eyes. Surely everybody she knew would see this! 

The crowd cheered as the last garment was sold. The man looked at his notebook and addressed the crowd. Yuri whispered to Stephanie. "It appears that the fine has not been met. I'm afraid that the Mayor will now decide on what punishment is necessary. I am so sorry. I did not think this could happen." 

Stephanie watched as the man talked to the crowd. He seemed to be asking them questions. The man made an announcement and the crowd cheered loudly. Stephanie turned to Yuri. "What is it? What is he going to do?" 

Yuri shook his head as he explained. "I am so sorry. He has decided that your punishment will be to be displayed for the public here for the next 12 hours. I am so sorry." 

"Displayed! What does that mean?" 

The man approached Stephanie again. The man spoke to the policeman holding her arms. Stephanie struggled as she was led down the steps. The crowd parted as she was taken to the centre of the square. 

Stephanie felt her handcuffs being taken off, but she was forced to stand by a tall stone pillar. Her hands were pulled behind either side of the pillar and she felt the handcuffs being put back on. 

The crowd formed a circle around the helpless Stephanie. They stared at her body as she wriggled in vain to free herself from the pillar. She tried to cover herself by kneeling down but she was quickly pulled up by one of the policeman. The crowd edged closer and closer. 

Stephanie was relieved for a moment to see that the police were attempting to control the crowd. Some men stepped forward and tried to touch Stephanie but they were quickly ordered back. 

Then to her horror the people began to form in a line beside one of the policemen! Stephanie realised what was happening. "MY GOD, THEY'RE QUEUING UP! NO! PLEASE HELP ME! NO!" 

Away from the action the Town Mayor stood with Yuri. He spoke in his own language. "I congratulate you, Yuri, on your fantastic idea to use our auction law on this young lady. She really is something special. If she is as famous as you say she is, we are sure to get fantastic publicity. And maybe we can export some video tapes of our little game" 

Yuri smiled. "And many will be attracted to our town in the hope of seeing such entertainment. We must do this again soon." He looked over at the rapidly forming line. "Please excuse me, Mr Mayor, but I would very much like to join in with our little lady's party. I must go."

Auction



Kat stood in the hot, bright glare of the spotlight and smiled beguilingly down upon the audience. From speakers at the side of the stage, Robert droned a litany of increasing numbers, drawing bids from the crowd. Kat glanced towards Robert and mouthed 'How much?' in his direction. He held up his hand with three fingers extended. 

"Do I hear three thousand? Three thousand five? Four thousand?" he droned, rapidly.

Kat moistened her lips and slowly began to unbutton the front of her white silk blouse, easing the material further and further apart, so that the bidders could catch a glimpse of the deep cleft between her ripe breasts. She smiled more widely, then pouted sexily, as the bidding became livelier. She had suggested in her office that they could have an auction of promises, to raise money for the local cancer hospice. The idea had taken off and soon she had more pledges of help than she had believed possible. They wanted to raise ten thousand and, Kat thought, they had stood a slim chance of raising that amount, until Robert had suggested that they could have a second auction, this time of more adult orientated promises. Karen had already raised seventeen hundred with the promise of a striptease and a blow-job, with her lucky boss (how made the winning bid) watching her swallow a thick wad of his cum.

Kat, in friendly rivalry with her friend, had promised an intimate evening, with the highest bidder purchasing her every conceivable service and it looked as though she would raise most of the money for the hospice on her own.

Robert was coaxing even higher bids from the audience, including the current highest from the personnel director, a tall willowy blonde woman who, it had always been rumoured preferred to party with busty brunette women, very much like Kat. Kat hoped that her bid would be bettered, as she had heard rumours that the personnel director not only preferred women, but took great delight in beating them cruelly. Kat recalled watching her latest conquest, a pretty young brunette who had thought that an affair with a director would open company doors for her, wincing as she sat down behind her desk and barely able to sit still. 

Kat sighed silently as the personnel directors bid was beaten, first by five hundred and then six hundred. By the time the bidding finally slowed to a halt, Kat had raised a pledge of seven thousand. As Robert brought down his gavel for the third, and final, time, Kat slowly buttoned her blouse and turned, with a sexy tip of her hips, to sashay sinuously off the platform. As she passed behind him, Robert handed her an envelope with a hotel key and a slip of paper with a room number on it. Leaning back he spoke softly to her.

"They want to collect their promise right away, that's their room number," he murmured.

Kat hurried backstage and made her way quickly up the plushly carpeted stairs. The room number was on the fifth floor of the hotel, two floors above the large conference room that they had hired for the auction. Kat could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as she raced up the staircase, though whether from excitement, nervousness, or just the effort of running up the staircase, she would never be able to say. The fifth floor was deserted and quiet, not a sole in sight and Kat paused in the corridor to catch her breath, for a moment, as she scanned along the doors, deciding whether to turn to her left or her right. The room she was looking for was to her right, in fact a corner suite rather than a room. She slid the electronic key into the lock and pushed the door slowly open. The suite was dark, only the pale silver moon shedding a wan light through the open drapes. A faint, expensive, tang of a man's cologne tickled the back of her nostrils, with an underlying hint of male muskiness. The door clicked shut behind her and Kat took another step into the room. The bedclothes had been turned right down to the bottom of the bed and Kat could see the smooth linen of clean sheets in the moonlight. She took another step into the room, and stood by the couch in the main room. 

"Hello," she called, "I'm Kat. Yours was the winning bid. Is anyone here?"

"Good evening Kat," a deep voice murmured from the darkness behind her, "Don't move, just relax and we'll have a wonderful evening together."

Kat turned a little, straining her eyes into the darkness of the main room. A dark shadow seemed to move closer, a blacker patch in the gloominess. She opened her mouth to speak, but a finger pressed lightly across her lips silenced her. She felt a soft velvet cloth wrapped over her eyes and tied behind her head and a shiver of excitement rippled through her. This promise looked as though it would be as pleasurable for her as for the mystery bidder who had bought her for the night. She felt warm fingers touching the silk of her blouse, unfastening the buttons and sliding the slick material out of the waistband of her skirt. The air in the room was pleasantly cool and Kat felt her nipples swelling and hardening as the fingers curled around the taut globes of her breasts. She stood, motionless as he pushed the material of her blouse down her arms and then unfastened her bra, scooping her breasts out of the cups and lifting them upwards. She groaned as she felt hot breath on the points and then a flicking of his tongue over the point of her nipple.

Her bra and blouse fell to the floor and Kat felt fingers unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The black lace of her panties clung to the smooth skin of her pussy, damp and sticky from the juices that were leaking slowly from between her pussy lips. Kat felt fingers sliding under the material and easing her panties down her legs, leaving her naked, except for her hold-up stockings and heeled pumps. The warm fingertips danced over her smooth skin, tracing a line either side of the neatly trimmed strip of dark curly hair that rose, like an exclamation point, from the hood of her clit. The fingers moved lower, stroking the swollen, fleshy lips of her pussy, feeling the dampness that had oozed over them. Kat moaned softly as she felt the fingers slide between the tops of her thighs and press between the lips of her pussy.

For a moment, the hands released her and then she felt the touch of his damp fingertips on the rounded swell of her buttocks, teasing them apart so that he could caress the cleft between them, from the top of her spine to the dark rosebud of her anus. She felt the pressure of his exploring finger against her asshole and sighed as she bore down a little, letting the tip of his finger slip into her back passage. The finger moved again and she felt cool air against her asshole, and then a cool wetness as he pressed a finger's worth of lubricant into her tight ass. She shivered as he worked his finger slowly into her asshole and stretched the tight ring, probing her hot ass.

Kat felt the finger sliding out of her ass and then the movement of air in the room as he stepped away from her. Footsteps whispered against the carpet and a bed creaked as weight shifted upon it. Kat jumped as hands grasped her arms firmly and the voice she had heard when she first entered the room spoke again.

"I think everything's ready," he said, "bring her over."

Kat almost cried out as she felt her legs swept from beneath her and she was carried, in a long swooping movement, through the air. The movement stopped and Kat felt herself suspended by strong hands on her arms and thighs. Kat tried to relax as she felt herself lowered gradually, and fingers gently spread the cheeks of her ass, opening the cleft and pressing against the centre of her anus. She gasped as the tip of a hard cock was pressed between her cheeks and against the dark rosebud of her asshole. The hands gripped Kat firmly, stopping her slightest attempt to struggle or wriggle. Relaxing her body, Kat yielded to the supporting hands as they lowered her onto the cock, pressing harder against the entrance to her back passage. Kat moaned long and softly as she felt the head of a cock stretching her tight asshole and slowly penetrating her. A tiny gasp slipped from her lips as the rim of his cockhead slipped past the tight ring of her anus and into her ass. The pain was momentary and she sighed at the feeling of fullness as she was lowered onto his cock, until her feet touched the carpeted floor and she could feel the mat of hair on his torso pressed into the soft skin of her back. Her head hung back, her mouth open as she gasped in delight at the feeling of his hard cock filling her backside.

Panting, Kat tried to push upwards and arch her back, so that she could feel the movement of his hard cock inside her ass. Before she could move though, the hands on her thighs lifted her legs and, as her weight drove the cock further into her asshole, she felt her thighs being spread wide. She felt the bed shift again as another weight rested on it, between her splayed thighs. She felt a hard, smooth-skinned chest pressing on her breasts, crushing her aching nipples and the blunt tip of a hard cock nuzzling between the lips of her throbbing pussy. Kat moaned in the back of her throat as her pussy was filled with a hot, slippery cock, stretching her and piercing her as the man on top of her bore down, filling her.

"Fuck, girl," a deep voice gloated in her ear, "You've sure got a tight cunt!"

"Oh god, your fucking cock is so big in my cunt," she moaned.

Hands dug into her curvy hips and the man on top began rocking her back and forth. Kat grunted as she felt the cocks in her ass and pussy sliding in and out, making her cunt and ass burn to start with, and then settling down to a tightening of her ass and belly. Kat grunted and moaned as the two men moved within her, feeling the shift of their cocks as they slowly fucked her cunt and ass. She leaned back, abandoning herself to their pleasures as she felt deliciously sluttish, giving her body totally to two strangers.

"Ohh yess! Fuck me," she moaned, "shove your cocks in my ass and cunt and fill me with your filthy cum."

"You're talking too much, girl," the one beneath her grunted in her ear, "Mike see if you can shut her up."

As he spoke, the guy beneath her shoved hard with his cock, ramming deep into her ass and bucking her into the air, so that the cock in her cunt was driven hard into the mouth of her womb. As she opened her mouth to groan, a hard hand grabbed the back of her head and another cock was fed between her moist lips, sliding deeper and deeper. Kat's eyes watered and she almost gagged, but then the cock was past her tongue and in the back of her throat. Gradually, rhythmically, they began rocking her back and forth, so that their cocks moved in Kat's ass, mouth and pussy. Kat could feel the hard cocks filling her in every way possible, her ass and cunt smearing the slippery cocks with her filth and juices as they fucked her. She gobbled greedily on the cock in her mouth, swallowing the hot sweaty flesh and slobbering as he fucked her face, the pressure of his balls against her lips almost bruising them. The three of them were tossing her between them like a ragdoll as they used her pliant body for their pleasures. She felt her breasts kneaded and squeezed, the points of her hard nipples pinched until she cried out around the cock in her mouth and her whole body trembled like a violin string. 

As if commanded, the three men stopped thrusting, with their cock deep inside her. Kat groaned around the length of swollen cock in her mouth, the tone of her voice begging them to carry on and grant her some release from the pent up torment that threatened to rob her of any vestige of control. Her sweet cum was gushing from her pussy, saturating the cocks that were buried deep in her cunt and ass, while her spit had mingled with the pre-cum from the cock in her mouth to cover her cheeks with pungent slime. Kat felt probing fingers sliding over her belly and, as the hands on her breasts tightened their grip, leaving red prints across the swell of her breasts, she felt a finger and thumb close on the swollen bud of her clit. She was helpless as he began to stroke the tiny shaft, gently at first, but more firmly until he was frigging her tender clit, bringing her almost to the brink of her orgasm. 

Kat's whole body was almost vibrating as she had her erect clit stroked and teased. Suddenly, the fingers tightened, pinching her clit cruelly. Kat bucked violently, feeling the cock driving into her body as her ass and cunt tightened in a long spasm. Her ass and cunt rippled against the cocks buried deep inside them and she swallowed desperately as she howled. She tried to scream a warning that she was coming all over their cocks, but the one in her mouth muffled any sound that she could make.

Kat felt the cocks swell and stiffen in her rippling cunt and ass, then begin to spray thick wads of slimy cum into her heaving body. She could feel the hot semen spurting inside her and coating the insides of her cunt and ass. The two men groaned deeply, signalling the third, fucking her hot mouth, that they were filling her with their hot spunk. The cock in her mouth jerked and, suddenly, she was swallowing his thick slimy cum. Sperm filled her and oozed out of her ass and cunt, and dribbled down her face as it spilled out of her mouth. The taste of sperm in her mouth and the feeling of it splashing hotly inside her was enough to push Kat into a devastating orgasm that ripped though her, leaving her weak and limp in their arms. 

Dazed, Kat felt the cocks inside her softening and sliding out, leaving slimy, sticky trails between the cheeks of her ass and across the tops of her thighs and belly. The cock in her mouth slid from between her lips and along her cheek, then she felt herself lifted and laid gently on the bed. She still trembled through her whole body and could not find the strength to unfasten the blindfold over her face. She heard clothes rustle and felt the coolness of a draught of air on her sweat and cum covered body. There was a soft click as the door closed and she was left alone, the trembling slowly leaving her limbs, leaving only a delicious soreness in her well-used cunt and ass. Gradually, she lifted her hands to her face and pushed the blindfold away from her eyes. Looking down at her naked body, in the moonlight, she could see trails of cum splattered over her sweaty body. Leaning back she mentally explored her body, cataloguing the hot aching from her ass and pussy and tasting the sweet metallic taste of cum in her mouth.

She must have dozed for a few moments, because she was startled by the click of the lock closing and a vague shape moving through the gloom of the main room. The moonlight caught the newcomer's face, glinting from the lenses of his eyeglasses, and she recognised James, her on-off lover. She had told him about the auction but, perhaps wisely, she would not be sure, had not been specific about the nature of the promises. He stood there for a moment, a leather bag in one hand, and looked down on her ravaged body. Smiling, he reached out towards her and ran the tip of his fingernail across her tender clit. Weakly, Kat shook her head, even as a tiny orgasm rippled through her pussy, forcing a mixture of her cum and semen over the tops of her thighs. James just smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hands in his and looking at her.

"You look like you've been having fun," he murmured slyly, but you haven't finished yet."

Kat could only stutter a nervous reply, "Wh wh what do you mean?"

"I've got something in here that you've been wanting for a while," he replied. 

Dipping into the leather bag, James drew out a long silk scarf that he wrapped quickly around her wrists, fastening them firmly together. Kat struggled weakly, but James ignored her and grabbed her ankle, looping a leather strap around it and fastening her to the post at the bottom of the bed. James grabbed her other ankle and fastened it to the opposite bedpost, spreading her thighs until the tendons ached. Sitting beside her, he stroked his fingers over her tender clit, gently teasing the hood back over the hard point. Kat moaned softly and shuddered as James tormented her pussy, cum oozing onto the sheet beneath her ass.

His hand delved into the bag again and he brought out an alcohol wipe, just like those used by nurses when they give injections. Opening the foil, he carefully wiped the skin above her clit, swabbing it clean with long, gentle strokes. Kat moaned quietly as she felt his finger and thumb gently pinching the skin above her clit. Holding a fold of skin in a gentle pinch, he reached back into the bag and brought out a tiny punch, like leather workers use to punch holes in leather belts. Kat flinched, her eyes widening as she felt the cold steel of the punch against the pinch of skin in his finger and thumb. She tried to lift her head and speak, but she was still exhausted and numb from earlier. Taking a deep breath, James squeezed the handles of the punch together, and the jaws closed, punching though the skin and neatly piercing the hood of her clit. Kat screamed as pain ripped through her, then the scream died to a long moan of arousal and shame as the pain magically changed to an orgasmic rush. James pulled a small jeweller's box from his pocked and opened it to reveal a gold ring with a tiny gold bead on it. James twisted the ring, opening it and then fed the shaft through the weeping hole he had punched in the hood of Kat's clit. Carefully he closed the ring and then wiped the drops of blood away, letting the bead fall against the tip of her clit.

Kat's clit throbbed gently from the piercing and the pressure of the golden bead against the tip, making her moan in pain and arousal. Even now the pain was fading fast, being replaced by a mounting wave of arousal. James leaned over, unfastening her wrists as he spoke.

"Now my darling, I'll let you get cleaned up and make yourself pretty again, and I'll see you ate the presentation, when they have totalled the pledges."

Standing up from the bed, he smiled and then walked over to the door, opening it and giving her a knowing, secretive smile before he left, closing the door softly behind him. 



Auction



Blindfolded, gagged, with my hands tied behind my back I was lead up a few stairs into a drafty room by my metal chain collar. I seemed to walk in a wide circle then stop in the center of the room. 

"Item number seventeen." A loud voice echoed in the room, "Quite a cute one she is. Standing at 5'6", 36B breast, and black hair." That sounded like me…I began to panic…Was I in an auction? Oh god. Remain composed…I held up my shoulders now, standing tall, presenting myself to the Masters and Mistresses in the room. "An obedient little masochist, and one of my personal favorites of our lot." Oh my god… the voice was my Master's…Tears began to stream down my face. I was being sold, like an item. So what he was only going to train me… I was his favorite…I thought he might keep me…I had hoped he would keep me… "She will be at station seventeen. Next!" 

I was lead off of the stage and tied by my collar into a standing position to something taller than myself. The man who led me whispered soothing words into my ear, unlike some of the slaves surrounding me whom were treated with malice. He ran his fingers over my hair and played with my earring, (something that I was well known for around my previous home. The slave that came when you flicked her ear). None the less I loved it and leaned in his direction. Absorbing all the attention paid to me by whimpering softly. 

"Easy little puppy. That's a good girl…You know very well Master is not going to let just anyone buy you. So hush this now." He flicked my ear harshly as he said this causing me to whimper and cum. He chuckled softly. "Atta' girl. Hush now little puppy here come a few gents' that would like to see you." He stroked my neck, "good puppy." I whimpered softly through the gag as his touch faded. 

Pair after pair of strange hands roamed my body, whipped my flesh, and tasted my juices. I grew tired as the hours wore on. When I began to loose my composure my Master walked by…of course…my luck. A crop was stuck against my clit fiercely. I screamed into the rubber ball gag that I so despised. 

"You know better than that slave. Don't misrepresent me mutt." I stood to the stance that was expected. His hand reached out to touch my cheek and I nuzzled my cheek against it. I could hear the smile in his voice, "Good puppy. Not much longer pup. Then you will have a new owner to spoil you." I felt his hand run over my stomach softly and rest to rub on my clit gently. I moaned forcing my hips to stay where they were. "Cum puppy." I screamed against the gag as I came. "Good puppy. Boy."

"Yes Master?" the man that led me replied. 

"Undo her gag and give her a drink then re-gag her. She won't be any trouble. Will you pup?" I shook my head no. "If she does as you ask you can make her cum a few times. I think she can manage." I nodded. "My horny little slut, I'll hate to see you go." 

A short drink and a few manipulated orgasms later I was led back onto the stage. Prices were shouted, bids were made and I was sold to the highest bidder. A Master to my liking… Someone called Master Anton. Funny that I should be sold to a man named after the creator of my religion.

I found myself in a room not far from the auction hall. My blindfold had been removed and my ball gag had as well. The two items sat staring at me on the wall along with a range of assorted toys. I would probably get used… then sent back to my Master to cuddle in his arms if I was a good girl. The nights I cherished were those spent in his arms or on the floor at his bedside like a good puppy. I knelt in the center of the room, thighs spread open and my hands on my thighs, palm up. My head was strait up but my eyes focused at a point on the floor. 

Screech…the doorknob was turned. In walked a pair of black dress shoes. Dress pants fell down to fade into his shoes. I was sure that he was in a black button up shirt as well… 

"I paid a pretty penny for you slave." He talked down to me…something that I had not been used to with the exception of years before. "What makes you worth it girl?" His hand grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to stare at his eyes. They were a dark grey, his face was stern and taunt. He presented an expression that should have made many slaves piss themselves. His eyebrow was pierced as were his ears…And probably his cock…Mmm. I looked back at him softly, showing no concern for my well being. I trusted a man that carried the name of my influence. This man couldn't know this and was slightly puzzled. 

He slapped my face. It stung. I flinched…something my Master could not change about me, my flinching… It left a red handprint on my face. When I regained my balance I looked back up at him into the man's eyes. "Have you no fear slave girl?" 

"Yes Sir I do." 

"Many rather shy than look at me girl." 

"Yes Sir. I used to give the same look to intimidate those who I hoped to fear me."

"And it usually works girl. You can't see a little Gothic Emo. child out of her clothes slave." My eyes pierced into his with a fury he knew would present.

"With all respect Sir, do not refer to me as such." 

He grabbed my left nipple in his hand and twisted it cruelly, eliciting a moan and gasp from my lips. "You will learn respect. And I will call you what I like little bitch. You are mine to call. You enjoy pain entirely to much slave. I hope to break you of that tonight. You will grovel at my feet and beg to be called my little Gothic slave." His eyes burnt into mine until my gaze broke and fell to the floor. He chuckled at me…getting his amusement of seeing me broken slightly. 

He grabbed my collar fiercely and pulled me to my tip toes. I looked then at his features… an awkward moment to do so, but none the less I am awkward. He did somewhat resemble Mr. LaVey… My thoughts were broken as he lifted me to the St. Andrew's Cross. I was secured to face him. 

I watched him walk to the wall to select his implement of torture… a flogger… I was pleased…Yet he stood there still longer and selected another toy… a crop like implement that ended in a single string. I knew the bite of both. He glided back to me effortlessly pulling a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket. 

"Let me remind you not to speak unless spoken to girl. You may scream as much as you like, no one will rescue you now." He smiled that cruel smile that I grew to hate. His fingers were slightly roughened yet delicate as they caressed my nipples. My nipples hardened accordingly. He slipped the clamp onto my right breast and I moaned. He then did no such romancing of the left and snapped it on cruelly making me gasp and cum gently. His eyes stared at me as I tensed and screamed with pleasure. 

"Thank you Master" I spoke softly. 

"Ahh… So you are the little slave that cums for her Master almost constantly." He grinned, "So that's why you were expensive." The whip hit my clamped nipples cruelly making me yelp and whimper for more. He laughed at me but I ignored this. His whip lashed out to each nipple until I screamed out in pain. He then moved on to whip my belly and thighs. Soon his whip hit my cunt and I screamed. My mind raced as he continued to whip me. Soon the lashes got softer…then I noticed that the flogger was now what rested in his hand. He slapped it against my face to gain my full attention. 

"Were you day dreaming girl?"

"Somewhat Sir. Sorry Sir." I replied meekly.

"I see." His hand when to my nipple clamps, he yanked the connecting chain making my mouth scream and my cunt cum. He held the clamps in both his hands then undid them simultaneously. "Do I have your attention now?" I whimpered loudly as the pain raced though me. 

"Yes Master." 

"Good." He clipped the clamps back on my soar nipples. I mumbled a moan in reply. He smiled cruelly at me. "Tired already slut?" The flogger slashed against my skin as I whimpered. He flogged my torso, legs, and cunt until my skin was red and covered in a sheen of sweat. Soon my head leaned forward with exhaustion. "Awe… poor little baby. So tired and no where near done for the night." 

I groaned as he released me from my bonds to let me kneel at his feet. His cock pushed against the fabric in his pants causing me to awaken slightly. I leaned toward him and kissed his pants softly, nibbling at his cock and whimpering gently. He did nothing but grow harder so I moved my teeth to his zipper and undid his pants. My nose worked it's way into his pants to nuzzle him softly then my tongue followed to lick his cock. I heard him moan with apprehation. Soon I had his cock out of his pants and was licking up and down his cock and occasionally peaking my tongue back in his pants to lick his balls. I whimpered softly as I sucked at his cock then felt his hand jerk the back of my head away from him. I whimpered loudly. He slapped my cheek hard sending me on my back. 

"You horny little cunt." His whip struck my hip harder than before. "Did I tell you that you could play with my cock slut?" I smiled to myself. He had just noticed that I had his dick out of his pants… He was too concerned with the feelings to catch up on what I was doing. 

"I'm sorry S..." His flogger hit my other thigh sharply, "I mean Master. I thought it would please you. I was not allowed to talk to ask for permission. Sorry Master…Please forgive this slave?" I looked up at him pleadingly. He pointed at the corner. I crawled over there slowly and placed my nose against the wall in shame. I stared at the wall for what seemed like hours in actuality it was only about five minutes. 

"Come here slave." I crawled to him. He had moved to sit on the bed and was now free from his clothing. I knelt between his legs and stared up at him softly. "You may speak." 

"I am sorry for playing with your cock without permission Master. Please forgive me. It was just to tempting for me to resist." I replied with actual feeling behind it. I hated displeasing my Master…Even if he was my newly acquired Master. 

"You are going to be punished slave." He went to the toy rack and came back with a blindfold and ball gag. The gag was placed between my teeth and the blindfold was set to obscure my vision completely. "Bend over and rest your hands and head on the table Slave." I complied clumsily, bumping my elbow so that he had to assist me. "How many do you think you deserve for this transgression slave?" 

I whimpered softly though my gag. 

"Fifteen Slut?" I whimpered loudly

"Mmm.. no."

"Twenty…… Lets make it thirty slut. Since you do not seem to object… If you are I can't quite hear you…" He laughed cruelly as I screamed pleas. 

Slap…I screamed. It was the hairbrush. Slap… Soon my screams were loud even with the gag, I struggled against him, tears ran down my cheeks, and my ass burned like never before. 

"Two more slut." Slap… Slap… I sobbed against my arms. "Your ass is such a lovely shade slut." He slapped my ass. I screamed. "Aww poor baby. And now you have to stand here wile I fuck you. Tisk tisk." He shoved his cock into my mostly dry cunt to the hilt. He fucked me hard and without mercy. I continued to cry but slowly gained arousal. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back. "Cum slave." The orgasm hit me slowly as first but his constant rough use of me had my knees weakened before his cum shot into his condom.

He pulled his cock out of me slowly to hear me whimper. The gag was taken off of me and a water bottle replaced it. I drank with vigor until he pulled it away from my lips. "Clean me slut." I knelt and licked his cum off of his cock slowly until he pulled me to my feet by my hair. "Aren't you glad that you are now my slave?" I whimpered pathetically. "What do you want your Master?" I nodded fiercely. "To bad." He clipped a leash to my collar and reattached the gag so that I would stop whimpering. He led me through the auction house though directions that I did not remember. 

I was led though a door then told to kneel on some carpet that was quite soft. He left me to do what I was not sure, but I remained still for the fact that he may have just sat in the corner to wait until I moved. 

An endless period of time passed before I finally broke composure to lay on the carpet and sleep. What I thought was about an hour later I was awakened by the door opening. I scrambled up to a kneeling position and whimpered. The same whip that had been used before struck each of my nipples five times. My leash was tugged so that I crawled to a bed. I was ordered to stand from a tug of the leash then lay on the bed. 

I felt the bed weigh down between my legs as the man got onto the bed. His hands found my cunt… he massaged it in ways that could do nothing but excite me. I tried not to cum… I hated this man…I missed my Master… I would cum for no one else…but I did. I came hard…moaning into the gag as two of his fingers dipped into me and played with my g-spot. 

"What is wrong with my puppy? She should have cum long before now." My Master spoke… it was my Master… I wiggled under his touch as he mounted me and fucked me softly. He kissed my face, nibbles, and earlobes until he and I could cum no longer. He then wrapped his arms around me. He undid my gag and blindfold to my enjoyment and told me to sleep like a good puppy. I snuggled against my Master then jumped up quickly…

"What is it girl? Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?"

"Yes Master but I forgot something." I slipped beneath the covers to lick our cum off his cock softly and suck him gently until he came in my mouth. "Thank you Master."

"Get up here you wanton slut." He said jovially. I licked and sucked on his cock softly. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him "Now!" 

"Yes Master." I murmured quietly as I sniffled and teared up at displeasing him. 

"Stop that my baby. Easy. I am not mad. You're a good girl for me… now be a good puppy and go to sleep for your Master…Atta' girl." He kissed me softly as I snuggled against him. "You will always be my slave puppy." I snuggled closer against him and slept in my Master's arms. My only Master's arms.



Auction



She'd never meant for things to get so out of hand. But the day suddenly came when her bills were simply too far out of reach for her to pay. When the collection agency had come calling, they'd made it clear that she didn't really have any other options. Yes, it was a harsh repayment plan, but what could she do? Years as a graduate student had stripped her of any other real options.

The lights were hot on her skin and bright in her eyes. They were designed, she knew, to disguise those in the audience from her. She wasn't hear to see them, she was here to be seen. 

God, she was nervous, staring at the line in front and behind her, three other women standing before her, bound by their debts as she was, awaiting their judgment. They seemed as nervous as she did, glancing nervously out into the harsh glare, straining to see those who would be judging them.

To no avail. 

She watched as the woman currently at the front of the line, a petite redhead, received her judgment and was led away. The woman's head was down as she went, and she seemed to be sobbing softly with the certainty of her fate. They all knew there was no escaping this, that had been made very clear by the collection agency officers who had visited. The contracts were ironclad and their circumstances were dire.

Three years work to absolve them of their debts.

It seemed simple when she'd signed it. After nearly five years of striving for her PhD, a chance to repay such a large sum in such a short period seemed like a golden ticket to freedom. She'd read the contract and there was nothing in it to suggest any foul play. Room, board, and health care would be provided, and in turn her services would be sold at auction to the highest bidder, whereupon the collection agency would recoup the monies it had spent paying her debtors.

Simple, right?

Well, no, not now that she was standing naked on a stage in hot lights in front of an unseen group of buyers. 

Now it seemed like the indentured servitude they'd told her she'd be signing up for was more like sexual servitude.

The platinum collar around her neck was hot from the lights and the heat of her body, her fear. It had been fastened to her, and then welded shut, a harsh reminder that her commitment to this new life was non-negotiable. 

Still, on some level, she had to admit she was excited by all of this.

She'd always had fantasies about submission, but never really acted on them. The lovers she'd had since college had been cool to the idea of dominating her, really dominating her. Sure, there'd been some foreplay and a lot of talk, but at the end of the day, when she wanted them to consume her utterly, there'd been only a combination of rejection and apprehension on her part. The one lover who'd been open to it was gone, half a country away and long out of touch.

So to be here, to be faced with the certainty that she would soon become someone's possession and would be expected to sexually satisfy them – that much was clear by the way they'd shaved her pussy bare and placed spring clips on her nipples and clit before leading her into line – was the sudden realization of a fantasy she hadn't really ever expected to be fulfilled.

Truth be told, while she was still stunned at the reality of what was about to happen, she was really only afraid that her new master would be cruel.

Because she really wanted to be a concubine rather than a slave, to be loved such that she could satiate her sexual desires and her affections on the same man. If her master was cruel, she feared that wouldn't be possible.

When the room suddenly went quiet, the din of the last auction fading into a shuffling of papers, she snapped out of her reverie. The slave in front of her, a willowy Asian, was striding away, descending the steps into the darkness to meet her new master. She watched the woman's his sway and felt a surge of jealousy that her own weren't as shapely. A stupid conceit she knew, but the body issues she'd had for years weren't going to disappear just because she was being auctioned off tonight as a love slave.

The handlers – two blondes, nude save for black corsets, heels, and their own collars – led her to the front of the stage. They smoothed out her honeyed curls one last time, and fastened her hands behind her back with a satin sash. Kicking her legs slightly apart – the better to show her now glistening pussy she realized with a crimson burn of embarrassment – they glided off behind her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you see before you lot number 1372. Currently a resident of the Windy City, she comes to you tonight for sale at auction. Her skills include a fluency in Russian, a masters in ..." The announcer's voice was everywhere and nowhere, the sound of his measured, calculated dissection of her life filling her ears. 

Suddenly she was afraid, afraid to be stripped bare like this, her body, her soul, and indeed the very sum of her existence laid out like a math problem for those assembled before her. 

She wanted to run, to flee into the night and avoid this reckoning. But she knew that she couldn't. They'd blindfolded her on the way over, so where could she run to? And besides, she was naked save for a pair of heels and her hands were bound. Who knew how far she'd get. 

Moreover, she was ready to be done with the burden of all her debts. They'd loomed for years now; tonight she had a chance to end them. 

Her breathing slowed, her breasts heaving slightly as the panic subsided, affording the audience a view of their loveliness. She could swear she heard one or two murmurs of appreciation from the audience, and smiled inwardly. Despite the shock of being exposed like this, her ego rallied to those sounds. 

They like me! she though to herself. They're looking at me and they want me. They can see it all – they can see my curves and they want me all the more!

It was a heady thought, and it made her nipples harden, straining against the clips. The pain was a welcome counterpoint to the lust she felt rising in her.

There and then, faced with the reality that what she offered was highly desired, she resolved to embrace her fate. To not just go along with the fantasy of becoming someone's slave, but to throw herself into it with all of her being.

"Do I hear an opening bid"? Again, that droning, dispassionate voice. Couldn't he see her, she wondered? Couldn't he see what he was selling? Didn't he care? Could he really hawk such beauty and sexuality night after night and not be touched by it?

She brought her head up proudly and looked out into the audience, thrusting her hips slightly forward to say to them, yes, this is me, and you want it.

"$50,000." Came a voice from the back right corner. An old man's voice, she realized with some disappointment.

"I hear $50,000, do I hear $60,000?"

"$60,000." This from a woman in the center left!

"$75,000." A man's voice now, from the front right. 

Somehow familiar. 

"The bid is $75,000, do I hear $90,000?"

"$90,000." The old man in the back. This intrigued her, to know that he opened with a low offer but could rise to the challenge. It suggested he had done this before, that she would not be his first.

"$100,000." Again, the woman's voice, light and melodic, hinting at passionate embraces and light summery day.

"$125,000." A fourth voice, a younger man, seated somewhere in the middle right.

"$135,000." That strange voice again, caressing the corners of her mind. Her breathing quickened again as one of the handlers made her turn in a slow circle, bending at the waist to show them all everything. 

Where had she heard that voice? Was it some celebrity? Someone she knew?

"$150,000." The older man was quite interested in her then. What would life with him be like she wondered, and then wondered about life with the younger man as he countered with $165,000.

Standing there, nude and bound before total strangers, she reveled in her status. Yes, she was being sold as sexual property to someone. But $165,000 already? That was far more than she owed – far more than she'd hoped to command when she'd realized earlier what was going to happen to her.

Her pussy throbbed with excitement. Somewhere deep inside her an orgasm was building. She had no idea how it would play itself out, she'd never cum in front of anyone except her lover, and only then from stimulation. This, this was different. This adulation was a narcotic being injected straight into her clit, making her increasingly feverish for release. To see all these people wanting her made her hungry for a cock; she wanted to find her new master and sink down on her knees before him and take him into her mouth. 

To thank him for outbidding the others so that he alone could have all the glories she could offer him.

She shivered as the handler ran one light finger down her spine before drifting away again. This whole night had been such a surprise to her, to discover this wanton side of herself that was triggered by the very public aspect of her sale. She knew that she should have been ashamed or embarrassed as the redhead had been before her. But she just couldn't be. She loved this kind of attention. To know that all these men were looking at her and wanted to fuck her, to bury their cocks in her tight, sopping pussy again and again until they could spasm their hot seed all over her face and breasts was almost too much.

Her orgasm was very close now; she shook her head to try and clear the growing fugue so that she could better track the progress of her sale.

The bidding seemed to have reached something of an impasse. The woman had regained the lead, pledging $250,000 for her. Only the older man seemed interested now.

What had happened to her would be suitor with the haunting voice?

Higher and higher the pair circled, their bids dueling in smaller increments now as they sought to determine the other's threshold for pain.

Secretly she hoped the older man would buy her. Life with the woman would be good, but she craved a cock for her pleasure. To serve this man, this seasoned veteran of such bacchanalian events, would be a worthy endeavor indeed. 

At last, as she stood there trembling with excitement, ready to cry out her orgasm to her victor, the bidding reached its plateau at $350,000. To her relief, the older man now owned her, or would in mere seconds.

The auctioneer's voice was a staccato burst of closing arguments. "$350,000, I have $350,000. Does anyone else have a bid?"

Silence from the audience. She smiled eagerly, ready to meet her new master. Ready to kneel and pay homage to his prowess.

"$350,000 going once."

Her nipples surged, fresh jolts of pain shooting through her from the clips.

"$350,000 going twice."

Wetness flooded her, glistening in the hot lights. Everyone could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, she was sure. Or at least she hoped they could. 

"$350,000 going three times."

She held her breath. This was it. 

Just as the announcer began to say 'sold' that voice appeared again, cutting out of the darkness to hit her like a dart. "$500.000."

What? Her suitor was back? And with an offer that dwarfed his rival's? 

"Are you sure, sir?"

"I am." 

There. That voice. She knew it. She knew it and she knew where in her life he came from. Her lusts soared as old feelings and hopes came rushing in.

"Sir, would you care to match the bid?" A murmur from the older man indicated he did not.

"SOLD! To Mr. G., for $500,000."

She was his! HIS! But how could it be? How could he know to be here?

She didn't care. She surged forward towards the stairs, heels forcing her to take mincing steps. The handlers reappeared to help her.

"I take it you'll take your purchase now, Mr. G.?" asked the announcer to the laughter of the crowd. It was rare they got to see such a willing participant.

"I will."

She tottered down the stairs into his arms, blinking to clear her vision of the bright spots from the lights.

Yes, it was him, after all these years. He'd found her somehow. Despite his travels and hers, jobs and lovers, he'd found her.

She looked up into his brown eyes and laughed. "Master."

"Slave." He smiled back as he bent to kiss her. Her body thrilled to is touch, shivering with the first touches of her orgasm.

His strong hands pulled her to him, one arm encircling her, while the other dipped to her throbbing pussy. With a deft flick of his fingers he unhinged the clamp on her clitoris. 

Sensation crashed into her as she bucked and heaved against him, her orgasm consuming her. He caught her, held her, the strength of his embrace letting her know that she was his, utterly his. 

Safe at last in her new bondage, she smiled and let go. 



Auction



{This tale is rather mild in the sex department compared to most posted here, so if not your thing, best to wander on to a different story.} 

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I don't know why I did it, I just did.

People can be so...well, we all know how some people can be.

It was for charity, coming up on Christmas and the kids in my senior class decided to hold an auction to raise some money.

Not a bad thing there, an idea like that.

Usually everyone brings in some gadgets to donate, we all bring in some cash and buy something we don't really want or need.

Then we save that to donate at the next year's charity auction.

It was Sara Mae Parker that popped up with the idea that started things off. I use her entire name here because if anyone ever called her Sara, she would correct with "It's Sara Mae."

I dated her a few times, Sara Mae was fun and would actually let me feel her snug little titties inside of her bra. Feeling up a date a little bit outside of their clothing was no big deal, nearly all of the girls would allow that.

Just about none of them would allow any real skin to skin stuff, the few that did were the subject of stories in the locker rooms.

With Sara Mae, I got to touch her puckered nipples, roll them, and she would moan and sound as if she really liked that.

Which was pretty cool, I was at the point of thinking I knew exactly what to do with a set of titties.

Sara Mae Parker's, anyway. Of course, then going for a hand up her skirt brought things to a stop quickly.

The trouble was that she let all of her dates do that and just about everyone knew it.

She also got straight "A's", at least in the classes with male teachers, which made me mildly suspicious. Several times I noticed that Sara Mae would get held over after class for one thing or another.

Yep. Straight "A's."

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"Why not auction off dates to the New Year's Eve dance with all of the senior girls?" Sara Mae popped up with, more or less taking over the conversation.

Auction off Dates? Well, that started a lot of discussion, we all know how kids are. A couple of them complained that they were going steady but Sara Mae countered with, "It's just a date."

Doug Dahl popped up with it being no problem, everyone could just keep their hands to themselves, offering up an evil smirk and wiggling his fingers in the air which got chuckles from the kids.

It was a neat idea, a chance to win a date with a girl that there was no chance at all of getting one with otherwise?

Yep, cool idea!

Then someone said that whoever got the highest bid would be the Queen of the dance, and the high bidder would be the King.

Just great when one thinks about that, huh? 

So that was what they (mostly the girls) decided to do.

Which of course starts a bit of a competition and has to end with some hurt feelings.

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Me? I am Brad Jenkins, barely 18 years old back then and not exactly a jock around the school. Still, I know I looked OK, and I managed to stay in pretty good shape from pushing my old lawnmower around every Summer.

I had one of those edger tools that no one else had so I got all of the best jobs. It didn't take me very long to figure out that if I did a really neat job, I always got called back when it needed done again.

The only sports I signed up for in high school was track and field, I could run. Not that it matters for this story, I was up at the old high school a few months ago and my name was still on the wall, school record in the half mile and the mile run both. 

Probably that will stay there for a very long time since it's all meters now, I don't care. 1.54.6 in the half and 4.19.2 in the mile run is still damned fast, even today. Back in 1961 that got my name in the paper.

I did have a girl friend at the time, Alma Lee Miller. Nice gal, she was fun, and we necked a lot when we parked out by the river on Saturday nights in my old blue Dodge. She even let me feel her up some but just through her bra, which I swear was made out of cast iron.

Some of the jocks did hit on her whenever I wasn't around or they thought I wasn't. That didn't bother me a hell of a lot, Alma was a nice looking gal so there was no way it wasn't going to happen.

Especially Doug Dahl, who was the center on the basketball team, the pitcher on the baseball team, quarterback on the football team, captain of the wrestling team, on and on and on.

I didn't like that guy very much. I told Alma that too, she just said she had no idea why, he was a nice guy.

Uh huh.

We all know "that" guy, the names change but the attitude doesn't? There is one in every class of every school on the planet.

Better than you, better than me, and he didn't mind one bit letting anyone know that.

Smart ass to boot, with an overwhelming opinion of himself. I sometimes felt like popping him one, but Doug had me by around 50 pounds so I just gritted my teeth and ignored him.

I could easily whip his ass running, by the time he got his oversized legs up to speed I was always ten feet in front of him.

Anyway, Alma and I talked about it and I more or less got told I had better win her for the Christmas dance. So I brought $80 to be sure I won the date with her no matter what.

$80 was a hell of a lot of money back in 1961, it was everything I had saved up mowing lawns each Summer, so I was hoping for maybe $10 or so to win Alma for the Christmas dance.

+++

The big auction day finally arrived, it was held at noon in the balcony over the gym.

All of the girls were decked out, made up to look their very best. Let's face it, the one who got the highest bid was going to carry around a feather in their cap for quite awhile.

Queen of the Christmas dance was a big deal in our school, right up there with homecoming and the Junior Senior prom.

The bidding was rather frantic, first was Maggie Peterson, a pretty brunette and she had a set on her that would put most movie stars to shame. A couple of the guys got into it, going up a dollar at time, then things got a little tense with nickles, finally pennies, ending at $26.89. 

Jerry Martin won the date, how the guy came up with that much I don't know but there were some hoots and hollers about it.

Maggie kind of made a face since Jerry Martin was a nerdy bookworm type kid with glasses and some extra around the middle.

Doug Dahl teased Jerry loudly about maybe getting some which caused Maggie to turn bright red and got him shushed by one of the teachers.

Good fun, mostly. The girls went one at a time, Sonny Miller and Greg Jones got into it over Sally Benedetti, she had on a top that showed an inch or so of cleavage, sort of scandalous back then.

Sally was completely aware of that because she kept tugging her blouse up, of course it slid right back down.

Sally was also known as a sure thing if you could get a date with her, I heard that anyway but never knew for positive. Doug Dahl dated her for awhile, he bragged about how Sally had sucked him off before they even got to the movies. 

Yea, sure, I thought.

Guys tend to brag a lot in the locker rooms. 

I even asked her out once myself but I got turned down. Like I said, I was no jock. Sally only went out with the jocks, the guys on the track team didn't get much attention.

She did flirt with me a little bit after the blurbs in the newspaper about me setting the school records, but by then I was dating Alma so she gave up pretty quickly.

Sonny won that bid at $30, Sally looked happy since that put her in the lead, plus Sonny Miller was one of the jocks.

Greg Jones looked a little crestfallen, I knew he had run out of money and he was dating Sally at the time.

While I was waiting for Alma to step up, I happened to glance over and spotted Paula Terry.

Normally I wouldn't have noticed her, but she looked miserable. I had talked to her maybe 10 times in our four years of going to school together, probably the mostly sum total of that was "hello". 

Once she helped me a lot with an Algebra problem, that was about it. She had pretty blue eyes, her best feature. When she looked at you, I mean really looked at you, those eyes got noticed.

Back in 8th grade I danced with her one time at the noon dances we had, the teachers did those "draw your partner" things, I have no idea why.

I got teased some for having to but I really didn't mind, Paula was OK.

Nice girl, Paula. Skinny, flat chested, plain. She looked like her Mother made all her clothes and she probably did, the glasses she wore constantly had thick lenses and black rims.

Paula never looked at anyone much, not really. Nobody looked at her either, she was just there.

Like every class on Earth has a Doug Dahl, every single class on Earth has a Paula Terry. The girl no one notices and most don't care about.

The truth is that I never noticed her myself, and probably didn't show a hell of a lot of caring, either.

Paula appeared miserable, like she wanted to run. She probably realized just how bad this situation was. The idea of bidding for dates sounds good on the face of it but it creates lots of tension, I mean, think about how a young girl would feel if no one wants her?

I could see Paula had made an attempt at her hair but it still stuck out on one side and she had put on some lipstick. I don't think she had ever had any on before, either. Her dress had ruffles on the front of it and the hem line was at least six inches too long for the style of the day.

And she was right on the edge of crying.

Why did I notice that?

I don't know.

It struck me that they were going to call her up there and not one single one of the guys were going to bid, which would be mortifying.

Which is exactly what Mrs. Harrison, our school Vice President did. I could see Mrs. Harrison was delighting in getting to be up there running the show, anything that ever went on around the school she was in the middle of.

I don't think Mrs. Harrison ever noticed any of the kids in school, she spent most of her time in the office primping or with a phone against her ear.

I suddenly felt sorry for Paula, hell, I had never noticed her before but now I did.

Paula stepped up, the room was suddenly dead quiet. She was looking down, it was clear that she knew what was coming.

"How much am I bid for a date with Paula?" Mrs Harrison asked with a big smile.

No response. I glanced at Alma, she was smiling, completely self confident in getting to be Queen of the Christmas dance.

"Doesn't she look just wonderful today?" Mrs. Harrison tried, lamely.

No response.

"Five dollars? Anyone?" She asked.

Still nothing. Paula's face was now ghostly white, she was staring at the floor in front of her.

"How about a dollar?" Mrs. Harrison called out loudly, completely oblivious to what she was doing to poor Paula.

I looked over at Alma, she was ready to step up next. She had a little smirk on her face, most of the other kids did. 

I knew Alma would not be caught dead sitting at a table with Paula during lunch, Alma was sort of stuck up.

"I bid 5 cents!" Wise ass Doug Dahl popped up with. The asshole was standing maybe 5 feet away from me.

I glanced at poor Paula, she was trembling now in embarrassment.

"What the hell, I don't mind dating two at once, that will give me a spare just in case." Doug hollered out loudly enough to make sure everyone heard him.

Several of the kids snickered at that.

Paula's head came up, she gave Doug a stony stare. I saw her do everything in her power to glare him down, then her expression broke and a tear slid down her cheek.

Mrs. Harrison said something, maybe right then for a second she had begun to realize? I don't know, I doubt it.

"Eighty dollars!" I yelled out. Paula looked up at me in shock. 

Our eyes met, then a slow smile crossed her face.

I saw Alma's eyes flash open, there were several gasps from the room.

It was far too late to take it back.

"What a nice bid. Are there any others? Anyone?" Mrs. Harrison asked. Everything always went right over that woman's head.

There weren't. Of course not. I doubt anyone else in the room even had that much. So Paula was my date, I had sealed my fate.

And Doug Dahl won the date with Alma.

Of course he did. 

Alma refused to look at me, Doug sure did. With a huge grin, he was pleased to be taking her to the dance and all it cost him was $22.00.

It was clear that Alma was pissed off.

Later, I tried to talk to Alma about it, try to explain why I did what I did but she was having none of it.

I stood there watching as Alma got onto her school bus, Doug right behind her. 

I saw Alma take a seat towards the back, Doug sat beside her. He leaned forward to look out the window, making sure I saw him.

Then someone touched my arm.

"Thank you for doing that, Brad. But you don't have to take me if you don't want to, I will understand." Paula said from behind me. 

I turned and looked at her.

"You are the Queen of the dance and I am the King, we have to go. Besides, I want to." I told her.

"Really?" Her face brightened.

"Yes, really!" I answered.

Right at that moment I wasn't real sure I meant it.

Doug Dahl with MY Alma had me completely pissed off, but there was no one to blame but myself.

+++ 

Finding Paula's house was a bit of a chore all by itself. I drove past the lumber yard, out the bay road until I found the trailer park. It was raining lightly, the driveway was muddy and slick which I knew would mess up my Mom's car I had just washed and polished.

Paula and her Mom lived in a tiny 8 foot wide by 40 foot long ugly little green and white thing mixed in with several other dilapidated trailors.

I wasn't real happy but I did what I did and I was going to go through with it no matter what.

I admit it did cross my mind to back out, then try to fix things with Alma but I didn't.

The woman that opened the door was the exact spitting image of Paula, except for a few wrinkles. She smiled and let me in.

"I'm Caroline, Paula will be ready in a few minutes, I need to go in and help her. Make yourself at home, please." She smiled as she looked me up and down, then she went down the hallway.

I sat there not knowing what to do with myself, looking at well worn furnishings and photos of groups of people hanging on the walls.

I doubt that there was a single speck of dirt in the entire place, though.

Then Caroline came back out, sat down.

"Paula told me what you did for her, I want to thank you for that. She is very shy, and she has never been on a date with a boy before." She reached out and placed her hands on the back of mine.

I opened my mouth to say something, just then the door opened and Paula stepped out.

She wore a soft flowing pale blue gown, the bodice showed clearly that my original impression of her was wrong. She was sleek and slender but she wasn't flat chested.

Heavy sweaters and pleated skirts kind of hide things on a female, that was Paula's normal manner of dress.

This dress was low cut in the bodice, more than I had ever seen any female wear in public. I mean way more!

It would have been even worse but a silver colored clasp held the front of it together partially, leaving an inch or so of bare flesh showing below it.

Paula saw where my eyes went and blushed furiously, looking for several moments like she didn't know what to do with her hands. Her makeup was flawless, the gown was beautiful, the glasses were gone.

She was not really a beautiful girl, she was instead...? Hell, I don't know how to explain it other than she looked...attractive, even sexy? I picked up the corsage I had with me and pinned it on her, being careful to keep the back of my hand towards her body as I did that. The touch of her skin felt hot on my hand, I was careful to not stick her like my Dad had shown me the year before when I took Alma to the junior prom.

The dance went off very nicely, we danced a lot and in short order we got used to each other. Talking was a little bit stilted at first but then she began to relax.

Quite a few of the other kids gave her some compliments, causing her to blush but I could see the pleasure in her eyes.

Sonny Miller came over and asked Paula to dance, politely asking me if I minded first. I nodded, Paula got up and let him lead her to the dance floor. 

Several times I looked over to see Alma dancing with Doug, he kept smirking at me. Alma saw me looking and reached up to clasp her hands behind his neck. 

They were dancing really close, something considered a NONO back then.

Twice I saw Mrs. Harrison say something to them, they moved apart but slid right back tight together the moment Mrs. Harrison looked away.

I knew it was for my benefit and that pissed me off. Paula glanced at me several times, but never said anything. I took a deep breath and did my best to be attentive, bringing soft drinks to our table, dancing with her.

Then the King and Queen were announced, lots of pictures were taken as we went up and sat on the throne they had set up.

We did the Queen's dance to light applause, I did see Alma standing off to the side holding hands with Doug, she was not clapping.

I had no idea at all how I was ever going to fix this with my girl friend.

The dance got over at midnight, they always did, so I took Paula down for a soda at the 24 hour cafe in town. Her Mother had mentioned we could be out until 2 AM but no later.

Which meant we would miss the all night party some of the kids had planned. The mood I was in and doing my best to hide it meant that didn't matter.

Alma and Doug were there, of course they were. Alma made a big show of sitting as close to Doug as she could, I pretended to ignore that.

Greg and Sally came over and sat at our table, that helped a lot. The surprise was that Sally was friendly and soon she and Paula were in a conversation, Greg was even friendly to me. Where Sonny Miller went, I don't know. Greg and Sally had been dating right along most of our senior year so as soon as the dance was over Sally went right back to her boyfriend.

I spotted Maggie, she looked to be having fun dancing with Jerry Martin, kind of a surprise.

"I sure got a kick out of you putting that butthead Doug in his place." Greg told me.

"It wasn't just that, Paula and I are friends, we have been friends for years." I said.

Not exactly truth but Paula sure did give me a huge smile. Then she reached out and put her hand on the back of mine, just like her Mother had. Again I noticed her blue eyes.

Finally it was time to take Paula home, we drove along in silence. There was the awkward moment in the car, she asked me to walk her to the porch so I did.

"Thank you, Brad. This was so wonderful." She stood there looking like she had no idea of what to do, so I stepped forward and kissed her.

Our lips touched, hers were so soft it made my head swim. Her eyes were wide open the whole time, which was maybe three seconds.

The porch light came on, Paula giggled.

"I better go in, thank you again, Brad." She turned and went inside, I got a glimpse of Caroline's smiling face for just an instant.

I thought about the evening all the way home, I even reached up and touched my lips with one finger.

+++

I saw Paula at school daily after that, there was a change in her. She had on a trace of makeup, and now her hair was carefully brushed. She smiled more and several times I saw her talking to some of the other kids.

After perhaps a week she showed up with her hair cut into a page boy style, some lighter colored high lights in it. She had a new blouse and skirt, too, that was different.

I was very busy doing my best to make up with Alma and having no luck with that at all. She hated me, I was worse than dirt to her and she made that very clear.

She had her heart set on being the Queen of the Christmas dance and I was the one that screwed that up by dating that...that...THING! 




Auction



That was how she put it.

I realized I actually did not like Alma all that much after that comment. So I began to ignore her right back. Several more times I saw Alma holding hands with Doug.

I just told myself I didn't care any more.

Then I overheard Doug Dahl bragging in the locker room. 

At first I passed that off to his usual big mouth, until he told some of the guys that Alma always wore a "great big" concrete bra with four hooks in the back which I happened to know was true. I had touched those but never got them unhooked.

He also bragged about Alma having the hairest pussy he ever saw which I didn't know about and wasn't sure was true.

No way in hell did Doug Dahl ever get that far with Alma.

"You are full of shit, Dahl!" I growled at him.

"Oh, yeah?" He stood there all puffed up and tense, that might have came to blows but coach yelled at us to knock it off.

The rest of my school year went by uneventfully, I didn't date at all until the Senior prom. For that I asked Paula, she seemed to be extremely happy that I asked her. No way in hell would Alma go with me, she still considered me Cow dung.

Paula wore the exact same dress, I guess I showed some surprise when I saw her in it so she explained with a blush that it was her Mother's and the only really nice dress they had.

I didn't mind, she looked great in it. She also wore it without the clasp, so several times I got glimpses of the upper edge of a lacey matching blue bra. Once when she leaned forward to pick up her soda the top gaped open even more, she put up one hand to hold it back, her eyes meeting mine.

Plus when we danced I could see a lot of the upper portion of her bare right breast, Paula had to know but said nothing.

After the Prom, we went to the all night party. Someone brought alcohol so the other kids were getting drunk and silly, Alma was there but she ignored me like always.

Paula and I didn't do any drinking but my head was fuzzy anyway, I found out later it was from some pot that one of the kids had gotten somewhere.

That was something I knew nothing about, it was close to unheard of back then. There had been a few rumors about things like that but I never saw any of it.

I did manage to get Paula home around 4 AM, her Mother was waiting up for her.

Of course.

Again we had one of those kisses, Paula stepped back slightly and looked at me, then leaned in for another with a smile.

That kiss got pretty involved until I started to stick my tongue in her mouth like I used to do with Alma. Paula moved back very quickly, surprised.

But then she smiled even more broadly, just as on came the porch light.

Strangely, from then on it was Paula that was in my thoughts most of the time.

+++

That Summer I did my lawn mowing, saving up as much money as I could since I had plans to attend the two year community college we had in our town.

I knew I would need to buy books and things like that although the school itself was very cheap.

One hot afternoon I was mowing away, I had my shirt off and was in just a pair of shorts when I looked up and here came Paula on a bicycle.

Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was soaked in sweat. She stopped to talk, I had some cold lemonade in a cooler so we sat under a tree and drank some.

We were 19 by then, and we had both matured some. The kiddish nervousness over what to say and how to act was gone, we had an easy chat.

Paula was going to attend the community college herself, with plans to go on and become a nurse.

She told me she had a job starting the next week at the Jones family's general store, and had plans to save up enough money to go to our State college after getting out of the local one.

That part I understood, college cost money and not very many families had any in our mill town.

I still had no real idea of what I wanted to do, though.

When it came time for her to head on into town, she stood hesitantly and looked at me. I was suddenly aware I had no shirt on.

"Brad, would you....like to kiss me? You know, like you did that night after the Prom?" She asked, her face reddening.

I would and I did. And again, it made my head swim. We probably would still be doing that today except Mr. Johnson chose that exact moment to come up his driveway, he looked over at us and we had to stop.

Paula hopped on her bike and took off with a wave, Mr. Johnson grinned at me.

"Girl friend?" He asked.

"Yea, I...uhhh..." I managed, turning red.

"Kind of a hot one!" He smiled and went inside.

Paula? Hot? Well, yes, dressed like that I guess she was.

I finished up the lawn and went home.

It hit me as I lay there thinking that I kind of liked Paula, but I really couldn't afford a girl friend.

But then, Paula and her Mother didn't have much themselves so maybe if we went to the park or the lake, rode our bikes, things like that?

Dating the other girls had always meant spending money on movies, food, taking them to things. So I hadn't been spending anything, saving up and all. Maybe I would have but Alma still was not in the picture. I heard she was dating some, and Doug Dahl was still around, of course.

+++

It was maybe a week later, I got a call from old man Jones. He asked me if I would clear out some brush in the lot behind his general store, since he wanted to expand, build a storeroom back there.

It was all saplings and blackberry bushes, pretty grown up, perhaps 100 feet by 100 feet. He told me he would pay me $200 which was great. I knew I could do it in maybe a week, in between my mowing lawns.

Alma's family owned the house and lot that faced the next street over, there was a low wooden fence between the two lots.

So there I was, chopping and digging, piling everything up to make a big bonfire to get rid of the brush when I looked up and Alma stood there, leaning on the fence watching me.

"Hello, Brad." She said.

She didn't look mad?

So I walked over to talk to her, what the hell. I had been trying all during the last of the school year and got nowhere.

"So what are you doing?" She asked.

"Mr. Jones is paying me to clear out the lot so he can build a storage room."

"I see your girl friend works for him too." She said, eyeing me.

"Paula isn't my girl friend, she is just...just a friend." I answered.

"I see. Well, I forgive you for that." She told me.

I knew what she meant and I wanted to tell her I didn't need any forgiving, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Want some iced tea?" Alma asked.

"Sure, that sounds good."

Alma and I were back to dating, just like that.

Once during the week I saw Paula come out as Alma stood out there talking to me as I worked. She had some large boxes she put into a dumpster, she looked over at us, no expression at all. Then she went back inside.

Alma and I rode our bikes down to a nearby lake, she had a basket strapped to hers. It was fun, we sat and watched as people came up to splash in the water, throw balls back and forth.

She looked hot in her one piece swimming suit, it hugged her body and I kept looking at her. She picked right up on that and was more or less posing.

"Let's go for a walk, get out of this hot Sun." She asked me, reaching for my hand. So we did, heading down a little trail that got us farther and farther away from everyone.

Finally we came to a small clearing, Alma sat down on the grass, I sat next to her. We began to fiddle around a little bit, it didn't take very long and and I had my hands inside her swim suit top.

She let me do that with no resistance at all.

There was no bra there this time, plus it was daylight and I got to see my very first set of real female breasts clearly. I had seen pictures of course, but these were real ones and very beautiful.

I don't know why a woman's breasts are so incredibly erotic, but they still are to me, even today. Back then the sight of them caused an almost painful erection.

When Alma reached out and ran her hands over the front of my bathing suit it became quite clear that I was probably going to have my very first sexual experience.

I managed to get the zipper on the back of her suit all the way down, with some squirming around I soon was peeling that off of her legs.

Then I looked down, Alma had a huge mass of black pubic hair, it came almost all the way to her belly button.

The memory of Doug Dahl bragging in the locker room about that very fact swept into my mind, it brought me to a complete stop.

Doug fucking Dahl, bragging, yes. But he also was telling the truth, there was only one way he could have known.

Just one way.

Alma had her eyes closed, one hand inside the front of my bathing trunks, holding me. 

I felt myself go limp.

"What's the matter?" She said, when she realized.

"Nothing." I told her, jumping up. I tugged my suit back into place.

"What in the hell is the matter with you?" Alma demanded. She grabbed her suit and held it in front of her, and she was now mad.

"I..I just can't." I stammered. All I could think of was she had let Doug Dahl see her, touch her...there? In all of the time we were dating she had never even allowed me to get a hand inside her blouse, let alone...that?

"Brad, I'm on the pill if that's what you are worried about?" Alma told me.

I just stared at her. I had heard about that, but the thought never even crossed my mind.

Somewhere in the past few years the world around me had changed. Birth control pills? A war? People protesting that, free love?

All I could think of was that Doug Dahl, the guy I considered an enemy had been with my Alma.

First?

Before she ever even allowed me to...touch her?

Things were best described as icy on the way home, she got out and went inside, not looking back.

+++

I finished the job at Mr. Jone's store and got paid, then went back to taking care of my lawn accounts.

School started and I buried myself in the studies.

There was still that war going on, I didn't know what it was all about and really didn't want to have anything to do with it. Being in college kept me from getting drafted, to me that was a good thing.

Quite a few of the other kids I grew up with either got drafted or enlisted, though. It seemed like everyone was either involved or busy protesting. Not me, I went to class, did my studies, got the best grades I could possibly manage.

I did see Paula at school regularly, we sometimes sat and talked during lunch. She wasn't dating that I knew about and neither was I, the same lack of money was the cause of that of course.

One day Paula asked me if I would like to come to dinner at their place. It was for my 20th birthday. That sounded nice, so I told her I would love to. She appeared to be happy at that.

For only the 3rd time in my life I found myself heading up the driveway to the little trailer park.

Caroline greeted me, again it struck me that if she was turned away I probably could not tell her from her daughter Paula.

Dinner was simple but very good, later Caroline somehow managed to make herself scarce, not all that easy to do inside of the small trailer home they lived in.

We sat on the couch, our fingers touching nervously. There was a lot of tension in the air around us as we spoke quietly.

"Can we maybe go for a ride somewhere?" Paula asked. We did, and we ended up down at the park. It didn't take very long and we were seriously necking.

In between, Paula asked me what had happened between me and Alma, things had ended rather abruptly. At first I beat around the bush but she persisted, so I told her the truth.

"Really? She actually let you....do that? Naked, right out in the open?" Paula asked.

"Yea. I mean, we are grown up now and...you know?"

"I don't know. I heard some of the stories is all. My Mom says that boys will do anything we let them do, and it's up to us to keep them under control."

Playing with Sally's bare boobs popped right into my head and I guess I blushed. She was right there, we probably would.

"You have, haven't you?" Paula asked.

"Have what?" I asked her back.

"Done....sex."

"No, I haven't. Not really."

"What have you done?" Paula asked.

"I...God. Just some kissing and stuff, is all. A little bit of..you know..petting?" It was my turn to blush again.

"I see. My Mom says that some things are OK if whoever I am with is nice and we like each other." Paula was looking straight ahead, I had one arm around around her, the other rubbing her rib cage.

"Do you like me?" She asked suddenly.

"Yes, of course I do."

"Ok. You can touch me some then...if you want to, that is."

So I did, and Paula didn't resist when I put my hand on her breast while kissing her. She also did not resist when I slipped my hand under her blouse after tugging the bottom portion of it out of her waist band. She let out a sigh when my fingers slipped inside the cup of her bra.

"The clasp is in the front." She whispered into the side of my neck when my hand began to feel around in the back.

Her breasts were soft, very soft. Her breathing changed, soon we were kissing and petting frantically. I felt myself come erect, I felt her hand slide across my lap.

Our eyes met, I could see how blue and deep they looked.

It wouldn't have taken very much of that and I might have blasted off in my pants, but Paula sat up, reached into her purse and pulled out a small dish cloth.

"Mom says that guys will be sore and uncomfortable so it's not nice to let them get all excited and just leave them like that." She said, fumbling with the buttons on my slacks.

Now that was a surprise.

That was what Paula did, she masturbated me to climax like it was the most normal thing in the world. She actually expected to, she was ready, right down to carrying a small towel.

Paula was also very clearly enjoying doing that, her breathing picked up as she leaned forward so she could see clearly.

"This feels so good." She whispered to me.

That was my very first sexual experience.

Later, I asked her if she had done that for any other boys, she nodded, not the least bit bashful about that. I had no idea since I didn't know she had even been on any dates.

For some reason I never asked her which ones. 

The rest of that year she and I dated. Actually quite a lot. But other than that, it never went anywhere, not really.

Then one day she let me touch her through her panties, then finally inside of them.

"Just outside, Brad. OK?" She whispered, her breath coming in short little gasps.

"OK." I told her. I kept my word, too as I explored her vagina carefully.

From then on, we did that a lot. Then one day we were at her place, her Mother was off shopping and I managed to get Paula completely naked.

I got down there and tried licking her like I had read about in some stories, we got so totally engrossed we never heard her Mother come in.

"OH! I'm sorry." Caroline said as we jumped up and frantically janked on some clothing.

I expected to be chastised for that but Caroline never said a single word about it, she acted like it had never happened.

Still, actually doing it, going all the way never happened. The Paula went off to her nursing school, it was over a thousand miles away so that was the end of our fun.

We told each other that we would begin again once we graduated, we made plans for holidays, things like that.

That didn't happen, of course it didn't.

+++

I had gotten over some of the hangups, a few short months later I met a cute little cocktail waitress named Dorothy.

With her, I had my first complete sexual experience, and I am fairly sure that I was a long ways from being her first. After that ran it's course, there were a few others, mostly just passing in the night types of affairs.

It was at least 4 years later, I was by then married to another young woman I met at a party, and she was now expecting.

Our first union was a bloody mess, so I was well aware that I was her first. We had very quickly became exclusive and we both knew we wanted to be together.

I have to say our life together was very happy, the memories of the past slid further away with every day.

"Brad!" A familiar voice called out to me on the street one day. I looked up to see Paula standing there, all smiles.

We went to a local bar, had a drink and caught up.

Paula had gotten married, but she became a widow. Her new last name was Dahl.

Of course it was. 

Doug Dahl never came home from the war. I knew all of that from reading the papers. One of our heroes. All of the silly jealousy, that all went away when I read about it.

"So tell me, Brad? Would things have been different if you and I had made love way back that first time?" Paula asked me finally after we spent a couple of hours talking about all that had gone on.

"Maybe, I don't know, why?"

"Oh, I have always wondered." She smiled, thanked me for the drink and started to leave. Then she turned back to me with a smile.

"Would you like to kiss me?" She asked with a smile.

I would and I did. It was a rather lengthy kiss, too. She leaned back and looked directly at me, I was completely aware of how blue her eyes were.

I felt the familiar stirrings of an erection, that was something I just could not help.

"I always thought so. Too bad you are married now." She said, a wistful look crossed her face, and then she was gone.

On the way home that day, I remember reaching up and touching my lips with one finger. I could taste her lipstick.

Yes, if things had been different, who knows what might have been, where things might have ended up?

At our door, my wife hugged me, pressing her now rounded belly to mine.

"I saw an old girl friend today." I told her. I always tell her everything.

She looked up at me.

"Really? Dinner is almost ready, come on in and tell me all about it." She smiled.



Auction Affair



Synopsis: A young husband catches his wife and well...

Part One: Cable's Story

Let's get the introductions out of the way first.

My name is Cable Flannery. OK, ask me how I got the name Cable. Well back in the day my mother had a thing for Jason Robards. Don't ask me why; she just did. He made a movie about a guy named Cable Hoague, and that's how I got my name.

I'm twenty-seven, a Community College graduate, and I have my own business. I started my own automotive repair shop a few years ago. I'm still at the tune up, breaks, tire repair, and lesser electronic and fuel related jobs. I could do the more complicated work; I just don't have the time or the equipment to do more right now. Believe me you never want to take on a job if you don't have the proper tools, and that goes with anything.

I'm not quite six feet tall, standing at five eleven. I have light brown hair that you might call sandy and blue eyes. Some girls think I'm handsome. My wife does, or I thought she did anyway, but that's the heart of the story anyway.

I don't have any special skills. I mean I'm no martial artist. I can't fight. Never wrestled, and I was lousy at sports. Now don't make the mistake and think I'm some kind of wimp. I learned fast in high school you don't have to win your fights to get respect. I never won a fight, but I was in a few, three actually. Like I said winning isn't everything; getting your ass kicked can be just as good if you make the other guy pay a little. 

The watch word when I was in school was balls. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I had balls. Bullies and such left me alone because they knew though I'd probably lose they'd have to pay to win. 

I remember there was one guy, his nickname was Humpy. He jumped me one night after a school dance. He beat the shit out of me. I got a black eye and a bloody nose, but I got in one lucky punch and broke his jaw. I tell you it was great standing there with blood all over my shirt listening him as he got less and less coherent telling everybody how he kicked my ass. 

I agreed with him, "Yes Humpy, you sure kicked my ass." By the time my buddies dragged me away Humpy's jaw was so swollen no one could understand a word he said. I was back in school on Monday with a black eye and a big bandage across my nose. Humpy, the winner, missed three days of school. He had to get his jaw wired. 

So I'm just a hard working regular kind of guy. I like to watch football. I like working on cars. I like to hunt, and until lately I loved my wife. Honestly, I still do. That's what makes me crazy. 

My wife, her name is Carla, is five foot four, and weighs a cuddly 120 lbs. She, like me, has light brown hair and blue eyes. Carla is a year older than me. I always thought she had a great shape, nice tits, 34Bs, great ass, tiny little waist, and the sweetest little pussy you could imagine. She always used to keep it clean and trimmed. I don't want to talk about that right now.

We have a little girl. She's three. We named her Calista after Calista Flockhart. She has the same hair and eyes as her mom and me. She's just about the most beautiful little human being I ever laid eyes on. I just love her to death. Of course, I spoil her rotten. I was hoping to have a few more kids, but I kind of doubt it, at least probably not with Carla. 

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About two years ago my wife took an interest in antiques. That was something she'd taken a few classes in when she attended College. She went to the local four year university. She belonged to a sorority down there, and I met her one night at one of her sorority socials.

I remember I didn't want to go. I never mixed with the fraternity-sorority crowd very well. I liked the kids well enough I suppose. I just never had the money they had. When they all drifted off to the beaches for spring break I had to put in extra hours at work for money for books and such. I was already through with college when I met Carla anyway.

Like I said we met at this sorority social. I liked her right away. So did about twenty other guys so I never got very close to her that night. She must have noticed me though because a few days later one of her sorority sisters was at the place I worked with Carla's phone number. I called her up, we had a date, and after that I was hooked. I couldn't say the same about Carla. I called her a couple times after our single date, but she was always out or her phone went to voice mail so I guessed that was it. 

I'm no special sexy guy. I had a friend who was a girl in high school. We sort of connected because I suppose no one else was interested in either of us. She was pretty, dark hair; big tits, great ass, but she never had many dates. Her name was Laurie. We sort of became what they call 'friends with benefits'. We did it a few times on her parent's living room sofa. It wasn't great. We both were always sort of worried someone would walk in on us, but I could at least say I wasn't a complete virgin.

How did Carla and I actually connect? I was out of college, living at home, saving my money, and working for a tire dealership in town. I already had plans to start my own business. All I needed was a little more money, a place to open a garage, and more balls. Well the tire dealer was a Triple AAA facility, and sometimes when nobody else was around I had to take the truck out when we got a call.

It was the middle of winter. It was snowing, and the roads were icy when we got this call from somebody who had run off the road and needed help. No one else was around so I got the pleasure. I reached the site of the occurrence and there was Carla. She was drunk and her car was in a ditch. I should have reported her to the police but I didn't. I got her car to the side of the road, loaded it on the back of the truck, and hauled it back to our place. 

Carla rode back to the tire place sitting beside me in the truck. She was crying and sniveling about how her father was going to disown her, and her mother was going to sell her to some whore-master or something for being a worthless shit. I don't think she remembered me. After I got her car in the garage I took her to a Denny's and filled her as full of coffee as I dared. I got her reasonably sober or at least more alert. She was still too scared to go home so I took her to the nearby Motel Six and got her a room. I got her to call her parents and she told them because of the icy roads she would be staying at a girlfriend's for the night. I told her I didn't think there was anything really wrong with her car, at least I hadn't seen anything. 

I said I'd check it out later when I got back to the tire shop. If nothing was wrong I explained to her I'd bring it over in the morning and she could go on home from the motel. She thanked me, and I went on about my business.

Her car had more damage than I originally thought, but I was able to fix everything except a minor dent on her right front fender. I got it all done by midnight. It ran all right, maybe it was a little out of alignment, but she'd be able to get home without getting caught by her father. 

I took it over to her the next morning. She met me outside the room I'd gotten for her; she thanked me, and drove off. Damn she left me stranded all alone out in front of the motel. I had to walk all the way back to the shop in the icy cold. 

She must have remembered later though because two days after that she showed up at the Tire Store. She apologized for being so stupid, and asked if she could pay me back by taking me out. I agreed, and that was how we finally started getting together. 

She sure wasn't bashful. By the third date we were in the sack. I tell you I thought she was beautiful. I fell head over heels in love. Looking back now I guess I should have known better; good girls didn't spread their legs for automobile mechanics after three dates. I didn't care at the time though; those magnificent pear shaped tits with those long dark nipples and big round aureoles, that adorable shaved pussy with those big labia, and that terrific clitoris that seemed to have a mind of its own just overwhelmed me. That should have been a second warning I guess; that body was just too polished to be the property of a novice.

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We dated pretty much off and on for the next six months. I was exclusive, but I didn't think she was. Later I found out she really wasn't up to anything; it was just me after all. At the time it didn't matter much. We weren't married.

I finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry me; to my surprise she said yes. She wanted a June wedding with all the goodies, and that's what her mom and dad arranged. It was a nice wedding. I had about thirty guests, and she had about a hundred and thirty. I had mostly family and close friends, but she had her sorority sisters and quite a few old fraternity friends. I liked most of them, but there were a couple guys I didn't especially warm to. Face it; a couple of them were just a little too familiar with my new wife, and I didn't like it.

I liked Carla's parents. They were OK I guess. Her dad was a lawyer, and her mom was an alcoholic who pretended to sell real estate. I got the impression they didn't think too highly of me. Who would; I worked on peoples' cars. I got grease on my work clothes and my hands were always grimy. You could say they sort of looked down their noses at me. I just wasn't quite good enough for their little girl. 

Actually my hands weren't grimy or dirty; they were like that only while I was on the job. I kept myself clean, and after we got married and I started my own shop I had a bathroom installed with a shower. Carla never smelled anything from the shop. I mean I didn't wear a shirt and tie except when we went to church, but I was a clean guy, neat as a pin around my wife and my little girl.

The Day my Happy Stupid World Ended. 

I remember it was a Saturday. We'd been married six years, and I thought they'd been the happiest years of my life. Calista was a toddler. Carla's antique business was doing well, and my garage was running on eight cylinders. 

Carla had taken to watching the newspapers for auction sales. We lived in a pretty small town, and every now and then somebody's great grandmother died and the children would put everything up for auction. If there was a good one Carla would drop in and buy something if the price was right. 

Old Mrs. Clements had finally died a few months back, and her children had decided to sell off the farm and all their parent's furniture and stuff. Carla said she planned on checking the place out to see what was available. 

This was her third auction in the past month. Usually these things lasted all day. Carla would leave early in the morning and not get back till way late in the afternoon. I went to one of them; found the whole thing a bit boring and begged off after that. She asked me to go with her a few times, but eventually she gave up asking. Sometimes she's come back with a bunch of stuff, sometimes nothing. The last two times she'd been gone all day but came back empty handed.

I knew the Clements pretty well when I was growing up. I liked them a lot. I also remembered they had some old tools and such I thought I'd like to look at. I said something to Carla about me tagging along this time, but she threw a wrench in the idea saying she was sure she'd be there late since she knew they had a lot of good stuff. I thought it was a little odd since usually she liked it when we did that kind of thing together; not this time though I guessed.

I told her I guessed I'd just stay home and watch Calista. I could have gotten my mom and dad to watch my baby. That was another thing. My mom and dad would get their noses out of joint if we asked Carla's parent's to watch the kid. My mom and dad would get jealous, but Carla's parent's always had other plans. It was like they didn't want to watch my kid. 

I had a lot of work ahead of me in the garage, but today I thought it would be a 'me and my baby' day. Carla left for the auction around 10:00 a.m. I thought that was a little late, but who was I to know? Shortly after she left I looked over at Calista and got an idea. I thought why don't we go on up to the auction. We could surprise mommy, and maybe stop off and have a nice lunch.

I thought it was an especially good idea because Carla had dressed extra nice that morning. Usually when she went to these things she just wore jeans and a Tee-shirt. This morning she'd put on this really pretty and sexy floral print sundress. I never gave it a thought at the time. Later it occurred to me the last couple times she'd dressed a little more nattily than one would expect for an auction.

I pulled out baby's car seat and fixed it in the cab portion of my big pick-up. I got her all snuggled in safe and sound. I climbed up, and we took off. 

Now I had a big full bodied General Motors diesel with extended cab, long bed, and all the other goodies. I sat up there pretty high. I could see just about everything. I was driving north on the two lane highway that ran through about four small towns. Of course there were stop lights all along the way. 

Here I was sitting high wide and happy in my big truck driving north to this auction when I got stopped at a red light. No big deal. I looked across the street at the southbound cars stopped at the same light. There in the front of the stopped oncoming traffic was a white BMW. There was this guy, a real preppie type, seated behind the wheel. He had this big smile on his face. I was watching him, and he could see me. 

That's when my world came to an end. This guy was all happy and smiling because some babe was giving him a blow job right there at the light. I watched. I thought it was kind of cool; getting your rocks off in the middle of the day. Then the babe doing the dirty sat up and looked at the driver. I almost shit my pants. I nearly threw up. Here was this luscious sandy haired babe wearing this floral print sundress. I could see the semen on her face. She smiled at the guy and looked out through the windshield. That was when she saw me. 

Here I was watching my wife wiping some guy's sputum off her face, and there she was watching me watching her. Her face went from a beautiful sunny pink to white, then to red in a matter of three seconds. I watched her as she ducked her head back down, but it was too late. I'm sure she knew it too. 

The light turned green and I continued on north to the auction. I drove a little faster than normal. I wasn't sure what she and her new friend would do. I was so pissed and hurt I only knew I didn't want to see her ugly cheating face ever again. I drove up to where the cars were parked, found hers, and then drove off. Thank god little Calista had gone to sleep.

My whole world had been torn upside down. I didn't know what to do. I decided to go to my parents. I got there and took my baby inside. I explained to mom and dad what I saw, and asked them if they would keep an eye on Calista for a while. My mom and dad were very sympathetic. They gave me a big iced tea and a hefty piece of apple pie. I drank some of the tea, but was afraid to touch the pie. They warned me not to do anything stupid. I promised them I wouldn't.

I figured I still had enough time to get home, pack up some personal shit and some of Calista's stuff, and get away before Carla got home. I was so sick. 

I just couldn't stand the thought of looking at my wife let alone saying anything. I mean what would she say? She'd either tell me we were through or she'd make up a bunch of lies. I guessed I just wasn't good enough. I didn't know. Was I that lousy in bed? Maybe I wasn't man enough? Maybe we didn't have enough money? I knew all her friends were kind of rich; maybe she needed more. She had friends who went on vacation to Hawaii. We went to Ocean City, Maryland. I'd gotten Carla a real nice Jeep Cherokee. It was safe, and I could work on it. Was being married to a mechanic that much of a downer? Had I been mean or had I been ignoring her? I just didn't know. Either way this marriage was probably history.

I mean my heart was breaking. I really loved my wife. Carla, after Calista, was the apple of my eye. She was all I thought about, and she looked so damn good this morning in that sundress. Now she was out there somewhere giving everything I loved away. Worse, I had my cell phone with me, and she hadn't even tried to call! That was the kiss of death for sure!

I got to our house, her house now, I could never go back there, I loaded up all my clothes in some trash bags. I had good luggage, but it was all in the attic and I didn't want to waste any time. I got everything in my truck and pulled away. I planned on going to the same Motel Six where I'd gotten her a room, what seven years before. 

I got to the Motel Six. Bought a couple cokes from the machine, got some of the crushed ice from the machine they had, went in the room, poured myself a good one and started to cry. I couldn't think of what to do. All I wanted to do was die. My wife, the love of my life had cheated on me, she'd blown me off, she'd abandoned me, and I didn't have a clue as to why. I didn't even want to know why. All I wanted to do was cry.

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Part Two: Carla's Side of the Story

It's not fair to just hear one side of a story. I have a point of view too. Actually I know now I don't have a point of view. What's scary, really scary, I might not have anything pretty soon.

The first time I met Cable was at one of my sorority's mixers. As soon as I saw him I knew he didn't belong there. I mean everybody was smooth and cool; that is everybody but him. He had that little lost dog look. He was so out of place. He was cute too. I mean he wasn't what I'd call especially dreamy, but he was sort of handsome; he had this cuddly teddy bear look. I mean right away I could see myself going up and wrapping my arms around his broad muscular shoulders, squeezing his neck in my hands, running my fingers through that shaggy mop of hair, and smothering him in kisses. He looked like some big floppy clumsy Labrador retriever puppy. 

Everybody else was dressed in designer this or designer that. I could tell he wasn't in my league, not that way, but to be honest, I was sick of my league. I mean everybody was nice, but they were nice in an expensive sort of way. When we talked about watching a sunset over a quiet lake, everybody meant Lake Tahoe. If we gabbed about the beach it had to be Waikiki. Nobody talked about Rehoboth or Bethany Beach; those places were just too proletarian. This boy in the worn jeans had Wal-Mart written all over him. I say worn jeans; most of the worn jeans I own are manufactured to look worn and torn; his jeans really were worn and torn.

Look I'm not a snob, and I'm certainly not a prude but this kid had a look about him. It took me a couple minutes to realize what it was; he looked authentic. He really was what he was. What you saw was what you got. 

I got a friend to get me some information and I wangled a date. Tell the truth I fell for him like a ton of bricks. He was just about everything any girl could want. He was handsome, he was polite, he was considerate, he was totally adorable, and he was ambitious. He told me how he was about to start his own business.

I never thought much about the boys who worked on cars, but I'd been to some NASCAR races. The girls I knew were almost as keen on the boys and men who worked on the cars at those races as they were on the drivers. Sure the big heroes of NASCAR were the drivers; like the quarterbacks were the heroes in college football, but tight ends and offensive linemen were hot too! I thought this boy could be the one. 

It didn't happen. I had social responsibilities. I had a boyfriend. I belonged to a sorority. My family had plans for me. Cable called a couple times, but I was either unavailable or too busy to pick up the phone. He gave up. I moved on.




Auction Affair



I saw him again a while later. It was the dead of winter, and I'd been out with friends. I'd been drinking and making a complete fool of myself. I thought I wrecked my car, but guess who came to my rescue. I remembered him right away, but I didn't think he remembered me, or at least he preferred to not remember me. I know boys. I'd gone out with him one time, and then when he tried to make a second connection I wasn't around. I'd probably gored his ego. Guys don't like to be reminded of that sort of thing. 

I was a little amazed. I'm sure he sort of remembered me. I was drunk. I could have gotten in some serious trouble. To tell the truth I had something of a chemical problem in those days. No not cocaine or anything like that. I was into alcohol and Ecstasy. I don't know what it is about Ecstasy; it just mellows me out. I can get all bleary eyed and happy, and just be glad to be around anybody who happens to be nearby. I know I used a lot of it while I was in college and shortly thereafter. I had no trouble getting it. I had a boyfriend; he had money, he came from an upscale family and he was smooth as silk. He always had access to that kind of stuff, and so thanks to him did I. His name was Vernon Whittier. 

My parents loved Vernon. I think sometimes they loved Vernon more than they loved me. They had this fantasy I'd marry Vernon and be this gracious lady of polite society. 

I liked Vernon I guess. He had money, he had cars, boats, a private plane, and he had access. We could go anywhere, do anything, and pretend to be anybody we wanted to be. 

Vernon had some drawbacks. He could get a little abusive. I don't mean black eyes or anything like that; I mean he was just a little too controlling, maybe too bossy, and sometimes too jealous. Another thing, Vernon was all about Vernon. A lot of my college and high school friends were like that. I don't mean narcissistic, but then maybe I do. By the way I went to a private all girls' high school; public school just didn't cut it with my parents. No, my parents might have liked Vernon, but I didn't see myself in anything long-term with him. 

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How did I screw this up? I started dating Cable after he fixed my car. I'd never met a boy like him before. He was completely selfless. If I didn't like it we didn't do it. If I was bored we changed. If he wore something and I frowned he went home and put on something different. There was an old Tim McGraw song about a guy who would wash his truck and get dressed up just to get to stay at his girlfriend's and watch TV. That was Cable. Can anyone imagine having their own personal slave; someone who all they wanted to do was wait on you hand and foot. My wish was his command! 

While we were dating I used to deliberately do things to see if I could make him get mad. I think he figured it out, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was find ways to make me happy. I loved it!

I think he thought I was dating around all the time he was seeing me. I wasn't but I knew what I was doing. You see Cable wasn't just dating me; he was courting me. I was being wooed.

Look when you've got a guy who's that serious, and you're serious about him you've got to play it cool. Cable was just the kind of guy who could make a girl happy the rest of her life. You didn't yank the rod on somebody like that. You reeled them in real slow; that meant you had to keep them guessing right up to the day you landed him.

He was so dumb. I was able to play him like he was a violin. What's the old saying? You get them to keep chasing you until you catch them. Yeah he was so easy! I was madly in love!

We got married and afterward every day was like Christmas. He was wonderful. He worked his ass off doing some of the dirtiest work imaginable. Every now and then I got a whiff of grease, but I think he always caught it too. He had a shower installed at his garage, and he had changes of clothes all wrapped in plastic there too. He never came home dirty. 

My parents acted like they liked him, but I knew the truth. It's like the story where the farmer said he stood up for his friend when someone said his friend liked to eat shit on rye bread, and the farmer said no that's not true he knew his friend never ate rye bread. My parents never said anything bad about Cable, but everything they said that was good was always couched in a way that made it sound like it was never good enough. 

Cable went out and bought me a brand new Jeep Cherokee. We had Calista by then and he wanted me to have something that would be reliable and safe. He bought one that was part of a fleet of vehicles purchased by a big corporation so he got a really good price. The car was white. My parents thought it was a great car, but they made sure that whoever they talked to heard it was a fleet car and that was why it was white, as in vanilla and uninteresting. 

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Trouble starts to set in.

I was at an auction one afternoon when guess who showed up, Vernon Whittier. He was working for a company that appraised and bought old houses at auction. He was just as smooth and clever as I remembered him. He knew all the right lines. He knew all the right things to talk about, and he pushed all the right buttons.

Now it was my fault, but a couple things had been happening at home. About these problems, Cable didn't have a clue, and that was my fault. For one we had Calista. Before Calista it had been all Carla, but once Calista showed up I had to share time with her. I suppose I got a little jealous. I imagined all the happy time Cable put in with our little girl should have made me happy, it did, but it didn't too. I know that was selfish, but dog gone it he'd spoiled me!

Then second, Cable had heaped so much love and devotion on me for so long I guess I got too used to it. What had been really a treat became an expected right. I started to take him for granted. Instead of reciprocating his attentive behavior with love and affection of my own I started to complain a little. I guess I became a little bitchy. Funny thing, the more I complained the harder he worked to make me happy. The harder he worked I worse I became. I didn't see it at the time. I guess I had to nearly ruin everything to realize it.

Well Vernon showed up. I told him I attended a lot of auctions. Pretty soon every time I was at an auction he was there too. I didn't think anything of it. We'd be at these auctions; he'd buy something and give it to me. Sometimes he just brought things; a handkerchief, a pin, a brooch. I told him I shouldn't accept gifts like that, my husband wouldn't understand. Vernon said just don't tell him. He said what my husband didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I accepted the gifts; I didn't think at the time the 'what he didn't know' could apply to other things too. 

Later we'd go get something to eat. We'd talk. 

Vernon had a funny way of turning the conversations we had so that they'd be about my marriage. He seemed to be able to prowl through our talks and find things about Cable and me that I was unhappy about. He did this and then he'd sympathize. Really I thought it was just aimless conversation. I didn't get it at the time; Vernon was slowly seducing me. Oh he never said anything bad about Cable. I did that. He never mentioned anything bad about our marriage or anything I was unhappy with. I volunteered it all. Funny thing; the stuff I complained about the most was the stuff that I was happiest about. 

He got braver. He started talking about all the fun things he and I did in college. He used to laugh about how exciting and how alluring I'd get from the Ecstasy. He even still had some with him. I tried it again. 

He was getting to me. I never let things get so far as to let him in my pants, but I knew things were getting close. 

Then there was the day of the Clements auction. Vernon was there. When he saw me, he went over to the concession stand and got me a cup of soda. Most of these auctions will have some kind of temporary concession set up. They're usually run by a group of locals working for a charity. That day the concession was run by a church group working for breast cancer research. 

I didn't think about it at the time, but I bet he laced the drink he got me with Ecstasy. Now Ecstasy works differently on different people. In many cases a person will build up a tolerance to it. In my case it was the opposite. For most people it took at least an hour for Ecstasy to work. Over time my body had gotten to the point where I almost immediately reacted to the presence of the stuff. 

Vernon said he'd already looked over all the objects up for bidding. He told me it was all pretty cheap junk. He said he had a small warehouse not far from where we were that was partially filled with what he called some real treasures. He suggested we go there. He said it was only about twenty miles away. We'd be there and back by lunchtime. I was already feeling pretty good, as in feeling all warm and fuzzy toward Vernon, so I said sure let's go.

On the way south Vernon started softly massaging the back of my head and my neck. His voice was so calm and soothing. He said he missed all the fun we had back in what he called the 'old days'. I knew what he meant, but he knew I wasn't into coitus at all. I mean there'd only been two guys who'd gotten me before Cable; one was a boy right after high school and the other was Vernon. Both had been mistakes. In college if there was a guy, and I wanted to give him some gratification I usually sucked him off, and that only happened two maybe three times. 

Vernon started to gently push my head down toward his crotch. He'd already undone his pants. His penis was out and it was hard and erect. I wasn't thinking about anything. I mean I was high; like feeling no pain. It was easy for me to lean down and take him in my mouth. He tasted salty like he'd just peed. He couldn't have been in my mouth more than a few seconds before he shot. 

With Cable and blow jobs he'd always been careful. He always said he wanted me to be completely clean so when he started kissing me he wouldn't get his goo all over everything. Cable said he thought it was OK for me to suck his thing. He thought that was a proof of my love for him. He said that was the way he felt when he went down on me. He liked to tell me how beautiful my pussy looked; how he loved to get all my labia in his mouth and just suck. 

Tell the truth; I liked it too. I mean I really liked it when Cable went down on me. He'd kiss me down there. He'd take his lips and his tongue and just munch on my labia and clitoris. He could drive me crazy. I'd get so wet! 

But Cable insisted that I should never have to get anything in my mouth or on my face or my clothes. He said he thought that degraded a beautiful thing. He said he never ever wanted me to do anything he thought lowered me in any way. Cable said I was perfect. He said it would never do to have his sticky goo get on my face or in my hair. I don't think he understood; I liked his sticky goo. I'd read someplace where pineapple made a man's semen taste sweeter so I went out and bought a couple fresh pineapples. I made him eat pineapple for two straight days. I think it's funny I can make Cable do almost anything. Well about the pineapple; it was true!

I'd taken guys dicks in my mouth before Cable, and I'd only swallowed once, but when Cable told me how he felt it made me want to love him all that much more. It was like everything he said and did was a good thing. It was like I was this perfect person. I thought he was silly, stupid even. Honestly, I liked his stuff. I know that sounds stupid, but after all it was from his body. I told him more than one time I'd swallow his stuff if he wanted me to. He seldom took me up on it. I even told him I wanted to swallow his stuff. He just laughed. 

We talked about tattoos and pierced nipples and pierced vaginas and all. He told me a story about this girl in ancient Greece. She was a beautiful courtesan, and some of the men got jealous because she wouldn't let just anyone touch her. He said she guessed some of the men were a little too rough, and they might hurt her. 

They brought her to trial. They said because of what she did she was guilty of keeping government officials from doing their jobs. She could have been executed or made to take poison, except one man stood up for her. 

Cable said actually she had no defense, but the young man, her defender had her disrobe in front of the council. Cable said the girl's name was Phryne. The young man led her in the council chambers dressed only in a long white toga that went from her shoulders down below her knees. The young man slowly slid the toga off her shoulders till it fell to the floor around her feet. 

Once she stood completely naked in front of the members of the council everyone agreed anything so perfect could never be guilty of a crime. She was set free. Later they said the young man who'd defended her married her when she was older and had lost her young girlish charms.

Cable smiled at me after he told me that story. He asked me why would anyone as perfect as me want to do anything to detract from what I had. I tell you he had a way with me. God how I love that man; how could I have ever been so stupid?

Now here I was with Vernon's semen all over my face and my dress. He even laughed. He took one of his fingers, wiped it across my face, and got me to lick his spew with my mouth. I felt dirty and really ashamed. It was like I woke up. His stuff really was just a mess of smelly sticky goo! Vernon was nothing like Cable. Right at the instant I knew, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, I'd picked the right man to marry, but I was in the wrong man's car.

That was when I saw Cable's truck on the other side of the red light. I saw Cable. He was looking right at me. I'd done a lot of stupid things in college, but I'd never felt dirty or degraded, but at that moment with Cable looking right at me I felt like I was filth. I knew right then I'd disgraced myself and my love for him. In one minute I'd made the greatest single discovery of my life, and then I'd made the single biggest mistake of my life! I ducked my head down, but I already knew it was too late.

Vernon pulled on through the green light. I yelled at him to pull over and stop the car. He drove a few hundred feet until we got to a side parking lot. He pulled over, I jumped out of the car as fast as I could and started running north in the direction Cable had gone. I thought maybe Cable would see me. I didn't know. Remember I was ditzed out on Ecstasy.

Vernon got out and started chasing me. I turned back and told him to get away from me. I told him that was my husband in that truck. Vernon laughed. He yelled he'd call me later. I yelled back that he should never call me ever again. 

I started running back north. I had no idea what I was doing. I had low cut high heeled shoes on. They were a thicker heel, but I still stumbled and fell. I knew right away I'd seriously sprained my ankle. I'd torn my dress too. I started crying.

That was when Mr. and Mrs. Reimer saw me. They were driving south. They pulled over, and Mr. Reimer, he was like eighty years old, got out and started toward me. I tried to get up. I was crying like crazy. He helped me in their car and took me home. I cried all the way home. I'd stupidly left my purse in Vernon's car. Luckily Cable had insisted that I keep a spare key to the house outside in the shed out near my work building. I found the key and got inside. I thanked Mr. and Mrs. Reamer. I promised them I'd call somebody to get me to the doctors, and they left. 

I foolishly went in and lay down on the living room sofa and started to cry. I was so upset and so riddled with Ecstasy I guess I must have fallen asleep. Our living room is really more like a den, and it has two big heavy oak sliding doors that can be used to close it off from the rest of the house. Out of habit I had closed those doors. 

When I woke up I realized I needed to call Cable. I'd very stupidly left my cell phone in my Cherokee, and now it had been at least two hours since Cable had seen me. I'm sure he was wondering why I hadn't called. It was just another thing I'd done that probably would ruin my life. I decided to go upstairs and call him from the bedroom. When I got upstairs I saw all Cable's clothes were gone. He must have come while I was asleep in the living room. 

Cable had taken his clothes. My husband had left me. I started to cry again. My whole life was over. One tiny stupid thoughtless act had changed my whole world. I didn't know what to do. I cried and I cried and I cried.

Part Three; Mom and Dad's

Here we were sitting in our living room with our beautiful granddaughter. Our son was off someplace hiding, and we had no idea where our daughter was.

Cable's dad's name is Ryan and my name is Rhonda. My father named me after a movie star he liked named Rhonda Fleming. My husband was named after his grandfather. We both stared at each not knowing what to say or do for about an hour.

Finally I looked at Ryan and opened my mouth, "We have to get to Cable before he talks to any of his friends."

Ryan grimly nodded and replied, "Yeah they get to him and it'll be about pride and being a cuckold."

I didn't know what a cuckold was so Ryan had to explain it to me. I agreed if Cable heard that his marriage would be ruined. I suggested we call and find out where the two of them were hiding.

I called Carla while Ryan called Cable. I told Carla to get cleaned up, put on something pretty, and wait till I got there. Ryan called Cable, found out where he was and told him to stay there till he picked him up.

Ryan and I both agreed we couldn't make them get back together, but we thought we could talk them into at least talking to each other. We figured if they could just sit down and talk they might be able to work this thing out. It was worth a try.

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When I got to the Motel Six, Cable had already worked up a head of steam. I knew this wasn't going to be easy.

I saw my dad and told him, "Dad, I'm not going back to her. She ruined my marriage. I saw her with my own eyes."

I saw my boy was hot. I had to calm him down, and I had to get him to at least think about what was ahead of him, "Look here son. You can't hide here like this. She's your wife. You've got to face her."

I told Dad, "I don't have to do anything if I don't want to."

I laid the hammer down, "Where's your balls son? You've got to stand up to her. You know she loves you. You've got Calista to think about. Come on get your head out of your ass. It's not like she could kick the shit out of you. Come on stand up!"

Dad was right. I was no weak kneed cunt, "You're right dad. I've got to tell her what I think of her."

I at least got him off his ass, "Right. Come on home. Face her down."

We got in my truck and started for home.

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I drove down to Cable's and Carla's. She'd just come out of the shower. 

The first thing I said was, "What's this about. Do you still love my boy, or are you leaving him?"

I broke down and started to cry, "Oh no Mrs. Flannery. This was all a terrible mistake, an awful accident. I think I got tricked. I feel so awful."

I took her in my arms, "I know Cable loves you. If you love him it'll work out. It won't be easy, but I can't see this marriage failing."

I got Carla some napkins and we dried her tears and calmed her down. Then I helped her pick out an outfit. It had to be something Cable would like, but also something that would show Carla in the best light. I found her a pretty black pleated mini-skirt and a white blouse. The blouse was short sleeved with capped shoulders and an adorable peter pan collar. I got her in some white socks and a pair of white tennis shoes. I did her hair up in a cute perky pony tail. 




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I warned her, "Cable's pretty upset. He's hurt and he's pissed off."

Carla nodded. She was almost ready to start crying again, and she hadn't even thought about what she was going to say yet.

I told her, "Cable told me what you did. It was really stupid, but I know you Carla. I trust you. I think something must have happened. You've got to figure out what you're going to say."

That's when she started crying all over again.

I told her, "It's OK to cry, just don't give up on yourself."

I got her in my car and drove her back to our house.

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Part Four: Carla and Cable Deal With What Happened: 

When I got Carla back to our house Ryan already had Cable seated in our family room. It was a good place. There was a sofa, an easy chair, a coffee table, and the entertainment center. 

We had raised three children. Cable was the youngest. There were three unused bedrooms upstairs. I didn't know how this might work out, but we had the children at a most advantageous place. They were here with us. Calista was here too, and neither Carla nor Cable had any means of transportation. Ryan and I couldn't make them stay and fight it out, but we had them where if either tried to run it wouldn't be easy. 

Ryan walked Carla into the family room while I went to the kitchen and prepared a platter. I made up some tuna and chicken salad. I also scraped together a tossed salad, got a pot of coffee brewing, and piled up a big gallon jug of iced tea, a bowl of ice, and two big glasses for them. I even quickly sliced some lemon. I thought anything that might make it look like a home would be good.

Ryan pretended to adjust the television while I got the food ready. When I came in with the big tray I found Carla pensively sitting on the edge of the sofa while Cable was squared off in the easy chair, all belligerent and gruff. It was a look that never worked for him.

Ryan looked at the two kids, "We're going to leave you two alone now." Then the two of us looked at both them and reminded them we loved of them both equally. We walked out of the family room and headed for the kitchen. We both knew this wasn't going to be easy. It could take months. They might fail, but they had to start someplace.

Carla went first, "I love you Cable."

He had his arms crossed on his chest, "You have a funny way of showing it."

She put her head down for a second, but pretty quickly looked back up, "I was high on Ecstasy."

"That's bull shit."

"No I was."

I didn't want to argue about something I couldn't prove or disprove, "I saw you sucking him off. Who was it?" I got up and started for the door. I was out of here. I didn't care if I had to walk fifty miles, no a hundred miles! I was gone! She couldn't do this to me.

I watched. Suddenly I realized he was leaving. Sore ankle and all I leaped across the room. I wrapped my arms around his neck, threw my legs around his waist and wrapped them around him as tightly as I could. I yelled, "You can't leave! I won't let you! You're my husband, and I love you!"

We both tumbled ass over tin cup to the floor. Damn her! I couldn't wrestle for shit! Before I knew it she had me on the floor lying on top of her. She had my head wrapped in her arms and she had her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I'd heard a loud thump when we hit the floor. I hope she didn't hurt her head. Shit she was kissing my ear. The bitch! Why did she have to smell so good?

I knew I had him. I used to watch professional wrestling on TV. This was what they called 'The Chinese Killer Hold'. I had him and he wasn't getting away. I had my mouth pressed against his left ear. I whispered in his ear, "I've got you now. You can't get away. I'll never, I mean never, let you get away! I love you Cable. You hear me! I love you, I love you!" I kissed his ear.

"Crap Carla loosen up a little," that's when I saw her ankle, "Carla what's wrong with your ankle. It's all swollen. Damn, you broke your foot!"

Yeah it hurt; it throbbed terribly, but I wasn't letting him go. He wasn't talking me out of this. I had him, "When I jumped out of the car I started to run up the shoulder of the road. I wasn't thinking. I guess I thought you might see me in your rear view mirror and come back. Anyway I tripped and fell and hurt my ankle."

I hated the bitch. I was really pissed off, but that ankle looked bad, "Carla let me up. We've got to get some ice on that ankle."

"You won't run away?"

"Carla your ankle looks really bad."

"Promise you won't run away?"

"OK, I promise."

"Say it. Say you won't run away if I let you up."

Geez it's embarrassing when your own wife can out wrestle you, "OK, I won't".

Won't what," I wasn't letting him get away on a technicality.

"I promise I won't run away if you let me up." She let me up. While she lay there I rolled over, turned around, and checked her ankle, "This is bad. I'll go get an ice pack."

I was scared. Cable never broke his promises, but I was still scared, "You promised."

She was pissing me off no end, "I promised. Now get back on the sofa and shut up. Keep your foot up." 

I went to the kitchen and found mom and dad. I looked at them, "Asshole has a sprained ankle. Got any ice packs?"

I went back in the family room and sat back down on the easy chair. Mom came in with a couple ice packs and some towels. She worked on Carla's foot. She whispered to my wife, but she did it loud enough so I could hear, "Gee Carla this is pretty bad. You must have been awful upset or really in love to do something as desperate as chase up the soft shoulder of a busy road like that."

Damn that thoroughly turned me off. My parents were in the kitchen listening to everything we said. My dad knew my dumb wife had out wrestled me. I couldn't do anything right. No wonder she was with some other guy. I couldn't even out muscle a little girl. Damn, I'd caught my wife smoking another man's cigar, and my mom was on her side. I told her, "Thanks mom you can go now." I looked back at Carla, "Where were we?"

"He was my old boyfriend from before I started dating you."

"He fucked you I bet."

"Yes, but that was before I met you."

"That's bull shit."

"Cable I'm not going to cry. I've only had intercourse with one person since that night ... that night when you pulled my car out of the ditch."

"Yeah sure! Right! Look you were dating around right up to the day we got married. I bet you fucked that guy the night before we got married."

"No, I stopped doing anything after you rescued me. You remember you got me the room at the Motel Six. You didn't call the police. You didn't rat me out to my dad."

"I remember, but so what, I saw you today. You were sucking that guy off in his car. Who was he anyway?"

"His name is Vernon Whittier. His family is incredibly rich. He works for appraisers. I met him at an auction about a month ago. He's been after me ever since."

Cable sat forward; he started thinking about leaving, "How many times have you fucked him in the past month?"

"The only man I've fucked since that night when you pulled my car out of the ditch has been you."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't."

"Vernon's been trying to get me for the past month. He's been at every auction I've been to. Today he slipped something in my coke. I'm sure it was Ecstasy. Ecstasy really works on me."

"Carla you're so full of shit."

"No it's true. Everybody has a weakness. Ecstasy makes me act funny. I take it and I start to feel ... I don't know ... empathetic. I mean I start to get easily influenced. I get like I want to please the person I'm with. It's like a trigger. Vernon knows this. He tricked me."

"Carla I'd like to go over there and punch you right in the nose."

"You won't though."

"Oh yeah? Why won't I?"

"Because you love me; you would never hurt me. Plus I know you could never hit a woman."

"I could hit you!"

Carla murmured, "You could spank me or something."

That was it! I leaped out of the easy chair. I grabbed Carla's hands, pulled her to her feet, and threw her over my lap. For once she didn't resist or pull any wrestling crap. I yanked down her white cotton underpants, and started smashing at her ass just as hard as I could. I pounded on her cheeks with all my might.

Carla was only able to withstand the first two or three strokes; then she started to cry. The more she cried the harder he hit, the harder he hit the more piteous her crying became. 

I flailed and wailed away at her ass! I wanted to cry but couldn't. All I felt was anger; no it was more like fury! 

Out in the kitchen Ryan and Rhonda listened. Carla's agonizing cries tore through their hearts. They each could only imagine how deeply the spanking must be hurting the two of them. 

I really savaged my wife's ass. I tore into it mercilessly for at least fifteen minutes. The only reason I stopped was because my right arm was tired and my right hand hurt so much. 

I looked down at what I'd accomplished. Her pathetic little ass; that once beautiful heart shaped pair of pink fleshy globes was a deep red already turning an ugly purple. I could see splotches where my hand had broken the skin. 

I thought about all the times I held those two adorable round little pumpkins in my hands and kissed them. I used to put suck marks all over her rosy red ass cheeks. I used to love to spread her pretty little bubbles with my hands and kiss that gorgeous petite little peach. Her tiny hole where her poop came out was, or had been, beautiful to me. Once I put my mouth up against that scrumptious little nectarine and blew inside it. My breath came slurping out like one of her yummy little farts. I remember how I bit right into the opening of her sweet cave that night. I remember how she squealed and giggled. 

I looked at the devastation I'd wrought and started to cry. I swept her up in my arms and wrapped her up as tightly as I could. Through my tears I yelled at her, "You betrayed me. You gave my love away to that man. You destroyed our marriage. You broke our wedding vows. Carla you broke my heart," I said it again; "You broke my heart."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. She took her hands and her fingers and ferociously grasped his big mop of sandy hair, "Oh my lovable shaggy dog. I'm sorry. I've only fucked two men in my whole life; once while I was in high school and then Vernon while I was a junior in college. In my senior year and until I met you I never fucked anybody, but I sucked a couple off. I found out I could save my pussy if I just sucked them off. Today when I was high on that drug I reverted to what I used to do. I could suck him off and not have to worry about him getting my pussy."

I yelled right in her ear, "You bitch. You fucking bitch!"

She cried, "I fucked two men before you, and that's all. I was high today. I was all messed up. He tricked me Cable, but he never got me. I did what I used to do."

You said you only fucked two guys. Well what was I, the big wimp pussy whipped cuckold?"

She kept crying. Her ass really hurt, "You never fucked me Cable. You always made love to me. What we do isn't fucking. I never thought of it like that. We make love."

I kept holding her. I started running my fingers through her hair. I started pulling her hair, "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard."

She whimpered, "No it's not. When you're inside me I feel good. I feel happy. I feel like I'm being loved."

I yelled at her again, "I watched you give that son-of-a-bitch a blow job!"

"I know and I'm sorry, but back when I was in school we girls used to laugh that we kept from getting fucked by giving the guys blow jobs. You know what we called it?"

I admit was listening, "No stupid, what did you and the girls call it?"

She'd stopped crying, but she wouldn't let him go. She tried to laugh but couldn't, "We called it heading them off at the pass."

"So you were heading old Vernon off at the pass."

She hiccoughed, "Yes, I guess I was."

I had to stop yelling, but I was still furious, "I can still see you with his sperm on your face."

She whispered, "You want to spank me some more?"

I looked at her ass. It was turning purple. I must have really hit her hard because I saw places where I'd broken the skin. I tried to push her off me, but she wouldn't let go. I said as harshly as I could, "Move over I have to get up."

She clung more tightly, "You promised you wouldn't leave?"

I was feeling a little guilty, but it didn't stop a good snarl, "I have to get you some Neosporin."

She leaned back, "Oh, OK."

I got up and left the room. I went into the kitchen, "Got any Neosporin?"

Rhonda ran to the kitchen cupboard and came back with a tube of the requested ointment.

I went back inside, and not too nicely said, "Get back over my lap."

Carla dutifully did as she was told.

I started to gently apply the Neosporin over her well whipped ass.

Carla asked, "Cable what's a cuckold?"

I flinched then answered, "It about a bird who lays its eggs in another bird's nest. Its baby birds are bigger than the nest builder's but the nest builder doesn't know so it ends up raising another birds chicks while its own chicks die of hunger."

Carla started to cry, "Cable Calista's our baby. You know that."

I kept looking at her blistered little ass. I still couldn't fathom just how hard or how long I'd spanked her. Her little ass was a mess! I'd never hit her before, not ever. Even with what she'd done, I felt bad about it, "I know she's ours. Don't be stupid," I got mad again, "Your mouth isn't though."

She sniffed, "Isn't what?" 

"Your mouth isn't mine anymore."

"Oh yes it is; any time you want it. You have my pussy too. You can have my ass if you want it. I mean not just to spank. I mean if you want to ... you know ..."

I interrupted her, "Maybe someday."

She was heartened by the comment, "It's yours any time. You can spank me. You can put your fingers in me. You can dip your big pink thing in if you want."

I growled, "Shut up, you're pissing me off."

She climbed around and got back on his lap; this time she was seated on it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him, but he turned his face away. She tried to pull his face down, and got it down a little bit, "Cable I want you to play with my tits." He looked at me like I was from Mars.

She looked up at him through red tear stained eyes, "I love it when you play with my boobies. You know how you take your fingers and rub all around slower and slower in smaller and smaller circles till you reach my nipples."

I reached under her blouse and pulled her bra up. I took my right hand and started to softly make circles around her left breast, "I don't forgive you, and I'll never forget what you did."

He was wearing a Tee-shirt, "Take your shirt off Cable I want to kiss your chest and my paps," she always called his nipples her paps. 

I pulled my Tee-shirt off. I might be pissed to shit, but I was still a man, and she was the most desirable woman in the world, "I'm taking your car away from you."

She looked up with fright, "You can't do that. What if there's an accident at home and I need to get Calista to the emergency room?"

I reconsidered, "OK, but no more auctions."

She nuzzled his chest, "No more auctions."

"When you go shopping I'll go with you."

She kissed his tummy, "You can push the cart."

"I might want to spank you again from time to time."

"I love it when you spank me."

"I might use a hairbrush next time."

She took her fingers and traced down toward my abdomen, "You could use a spatula or a paddle."

"I might buy a paddle and drill holes in it so it will hurt more."

She pulled my fly down and reached down and felt my fully erect penis, "I bet that would sting. Can you pull your pants down?"

I sat up and pulled my pants down, "You can touch me with your fingers, but don't think you can head me off at the pass with your mouth."

Carla pulled her skirt up round her waist and curled around so she was straddled on his lap facing him, "Hold still."

"Why," I asked.

Carla stabilized herself with her left hand on his shoulder while she reached down and found his hard penis with her right. She found it and worked it around so she could slowly slide down on it. As his rock hard organ slid up inside her she looked at her husband, and through still teary eyes she whispered, "Mm that feels good."

I frowned, "This doesn't change anything."

She leaned forward to kiss me, but I turned my head. I wasn't ready. I didn't want her lips on mine. She kissed my neck instead, it still felt good; then she really surprised me, she blew me away actually, "Calista needs some brothers and sisters."

I'd been hinting around to her about more children, but she'd been putting me off. I guessed she was still afraid. Her first delivery had been a tough one; it had lasted eight hours, "You think so?"

She kissed my neck some more, "Mm I think so."

I guess now I owe it to myself and to my wife to say something about Calista's birth or more accurately her mom's struggle with the delivery. Tell the truth there are hospitals and there are hospitals; some are good, and some well...what can I say.

Carla and I did all the right things. Until today I guess you could say, along with Calista, Carla has been my reason for being. We took all the classes, the ones that would allow me to be in the delivery room, and other classes that would help prepare us for things about the baby...you know those...other things like what if this or that were to happen. All I can say is we were ready.

The great day came! It was 4:00 a.m. We already had a small suitcase packed. Carla started to dilate. The proverbial contractions began, and off we went! Her water broke. 

We got to the hospital; we got her all signed in. My insurance is good; it better be for the prices we pay, and into the delivery room we went. 

We contacted our obstetrician, and were told though he wasn't available; someone from his group practice would soon be there. The nurses on hand said not to worry they had everything covered; plus there were house doctors on hand anyway.

Well the contractions started coming, and coming, and coming. Carla was small, we knew that, but she was supposed to dilate. Guess what; she didn't dilate enough. My wife kept pushing. The nurses kept helping; meaning they wiped her brow and offered optimistic comments. This went on forever.

The house doctors were all nice enough; quite helpful actually. At least I thought so. I don't know where any of them came from. I couldn't understand a word any of them said. Later it occurred to me; they say at our medical school standards are incredibly high, so high there's a chronic shortage of doctors. To compensate for the shortages foreign doctors, fully credentialed doctors from all over the world come to America and take over. Well if they're so competent; why don't they speak our lingo? 

So all day and all night doctors are in and out, nurses are back and forth, and my wife is struggling, trying to deliver our baby. Finally after nearly eight hours little Calista literally tears, I mean tears, her way through my wife's uterus getting out. Sixteen stitches worth! 

My precious wife is exhausted, nearly dead. Heck I'd been standing beside her holding her hand, listening to every plaintive moan, every shrill scream, and I was worn to a frazzle. At last our baby had arrived, and just guess who showed up at the propitious moment? That's right our obstetrician!

He took a look at the chart, talked to some of the nurses, winked at some Bangladeshi doctor, congratulated me and left. And my insurance paid this son-of-a-bitch? 

The next morning, the very next morning they discharged my wife. I couldn't believe it! I was thoroughly pissed. I wanted to sue the shit out everybody. I found out a lot over the next few days. I found out why nobody sues Walmart. I found out why little guys like me don't sue big hospitals or incorporated medical practices. Oh they sue, but who can afford to pay lawyers for twenty years?




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Later I found out it wouldn't have mattered anyway. During the course of my wife's tribulation I signed every form they gave me, and somewhere in there I'd signed away my right to expect anyone to take any responsibility for anything that happened. Truth was my doctor never did his job. The house doctors were afraid to act on their own, and the nurses were stuck. 

So here she is ready to take all that on again. I'd been there. I sure understood what she was offering. This was a gutsy call on her part. I grumbled, "I hate you for what you did to me today;" then I moaned I'd been inside her all this time. I had to let it out, "ah, ah!" I ejaculated inside her. 

She didn't have an orgasm, but she bounced up and down a little in response. "It felt good Cable, I'll go off the pill tomorrow."

I mumbled, "I'm not sure we can afford more right now."

She stayed on his lap trying desperately to keep him inside her even though he was wilting pretty fast, "I talked to my dad the other day. He said he'd buy you that alignment machine if you'll let him."

My cock felt extra sensitive, "Are you trying to bribe me to so I'll go easier on you?"

"No my dad told me that yesterday. He still doesn't like you very much, but he wants to make sure our business succeeds, what with his grandchildren and all."

"I'll call him tomorrow."

"No let me call him."

"I said I'll call him."

"OK master you can call him."

I pushed her away a little bit, "I like the sound of that."

"What master?"

"Yeah."

She leaned in against his chest and whispered, "Master."

Upstairs they heard a familiar sound. Calista had awakened and was crying. Carla leaned back, "I better go upstairs and get her."

I let her go.

Carla got up. Her ass was in absolute misery. She could barely walk as she passed through the hallway by the kitchen. The ice bag wrapped around her ankle didn't make it any easier. She briefly walked in the kitchen and looked at hers. She was having a terrible time walking. She held up her left hand with her middle and index fingers crossed. She smiled, "Got to get our baby," She limped on up the steps.

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A few minutes later Carla, Cable, and Calista were on a blanket in the family room. Carla had trouble staying seated in one place any length of time so she lay down on the blanket beside Calista. But both she and Cable were having a good time playing with their three year old.

I sat there and looked at my wife and my daughter. They were both so adorable. I couldn't blame that bastard Vernon for wanting my wife. She should have known better. How stupid could she be? 

I kept an eye on her. Carla was lying on her side pretending to be preoccupied with our baby, but I knew she was watching me. She'd taken her bra off, and her blouse was all mussed and wrinkled. Her breasts were pressed against the material. I could see a nipple as it peeked through a place where the blouse had come unbuttoned. Her blue eyes, her sweet heart shaped mouth, her pretty little perfectly round ears were a delight to me. She was wearing the diamond earrings I'd gotten her for Christmas. I wanted to hate her. I knew that would never happen. I knew I could never leave her. 

Carla pretended not to watch Cable, but she was alert for signs of any immediate return of his anger. She was sure he'd be terribly angry off and on for a long time, but she knew she could handle anything as long as he didn't leave her. Yes she decided, she could put up with anything he dished out, after all he was still just her big Labrador retriever puppy.

Cable played with Calista. 

Yeah I thought, 'Carla had a bad time of it today. She said it was the Ecstasy. I'd heard about the unusual affects that drug had on people. I thought a good test would be to get some and try it on her when she wasn't expecting anything.' I thought, 'I mean if it worked like she said, it could be fun, well once anyway.' Up to today I never thought anything like that was ever needed, not with Carla. I knew I'd never actually do that. 

Carla watched as Calista ran over to the big easy chair and started to climb up in it, "Cable why don't we stay here tonight?" 

I turned from watching my little girl to look at Carla, "Why?"

She sniffed again like she was getting ready to cry some more, "I don't know I just like being around your mom and dad sometimes."

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Out in the kitchen Rhonda and Ryan whispered to each other.

Ryan murmured first, "You think they might have made it?"

Rhonda whispered back, "It'll take time, but this is a good start. She said something about more babies."

Ryan reached over and held his wife's hand, "You think we might have headed this off at the pass?"

Rhonda smiled, "Let's go to bed."

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An epilogue, sort of:

This was a terrible incident. Cable had an awful time trying to get past Carla's stupidity, but Carla worked her ass off trying to patch up the damage she'd so foolishly caused. It took a long time; even years later Cable occasionally threw the incident at her. This was especially true when he was desperate to win an argument. Whenever he brought it up Carla always backed down.

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Carla's denouement:

We had two more children, both were girls, both had blue eyes and sandy brown hair. We changed obstetricians. We got an older local man. Cable never missed not having a son; he used to brag that he had his own little harem. Comments like that made me love him even more.

Our house had a big country kitchen with a bar that separated it from a large open dining room. On Sundays after Jennie and Meryl were born Da-daddy Ryan and Gram-mom Rhonda would come over for dinner. Jennie got named after Jennie Garth; a girl Cable liked who was on some TV show, and Meryl got named after Meryl Streep. 

On Sundays we'd all sit at the dining room table and pass around whatever food I fixed. Meryl was the littlest so she sat in the high chair. Calista got a regular chair but we had telephone books to help get her high enough. We used a booster chair for Jennie. We'd all listen while Calista said grace, and then we'd pass the food around and talk and eat and talk. 

The girls really liked to talk; it was a constant battle to see which one got Daddy's attention. Sometimes I'd get scared; I tried to keep it hidden. I just couldn't believe how stupid I once was. I almost threw all this away. I couldn't imagine all these big blue eyes and all this shaggy hair not happening. I think Cable knew when I got scared; he had a way of smiling and looking at me that was so reassuring. He could just chase all my fears away. 

Every night when I said my prayers I thanked god for Ryan and Rhonda and how they saved my marriage. More and more I looked on Cable's parents as closer to being my own parents, more even than my real parents.

My dad bought Cable the alignment machine. I was surprised at how expensive it was. I was there when they installed it. I was even more surprised at how knowledgeable Cable was about all the machinery and everything. In many ways I'd underestimated how smart my husband was. He wasn't just a good mechanic; he was a clever businessman. 

After a while I gave up my antique finishing business. As long as the girls were little I concentrated on them and my husband. Later, once the youngest started middle school I started to help out at Cable's shop. I became one of the cashiers. I learned fast; I was really impressed with how my soft sweet homebody husband was so authoritative and commanding at work.

I knew my mom and dad never really liked Cable. One day I finally told my parents off. I told them they better get their shit together and treat Cable like a son. I warned them, if they didn't, I wouldn't let them see their grandchildren. They straightened right up after that. They had to. I had an older sister who'd gone through three husbands and had no children to show for it. 

Yeah my dad used to call Cable 'that grease monkey'. Ha, my 'grease monkey' was fifty, no a hundred times, more than any of the men my screwball sister ever brought home. Oh yeah, my grease monkey had made me a wonderful home and together we'd made three beautiful girls. Who needed Waikiki and Tahoe when we had so much more right here?

My sorority sisters held a kind of reunion. Cable and I had been married about ten years at the time. My 'sisters' talked about all the things they had; most of them hadn't had any kids yet, and about half of them had already been divorced at least once. I remembered taking Cable's hand, and how he blushed when I kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me. We were the richest people at the reunion. 

Once in a while I'd just cry for no apparent reason. Cable would ask me what was wrong. I couldn't tell him I was crying because I almost stupidly ruined everything. No I'd cry and tell him it was because I was so happy. Then he'd cuddle up and hold me real tight. We'd kiss and then make love. Sometimes that made me cry even more, but it made me feel good too, I knew I had a man who really cared for me.

Cable could be silly sometimes too. Once he vowed he would find Vernon and beat him up. Of course by then Dad Ryan had told all us girls about Cable's high school combat misadventures. To clear something up; we never discussed Vernon in front of the children. They never knew any of that. I told Cable to forget the thing about beating up Vernon. Vernon knew Karate. Cable thanked me for the 'heads up'.

About the semen thing; I kept buying pineapples off and on, but Cable made it hard for me to get any of his stuff. Once in a while I did. Honestly, because it was his; I kind of liked it. I mean it didn't have to taste good; just knowing it was his was all that mattered.

He never took my anal cherry. Oh he kissed and nibbled, and licked, and did all sorts of things back there, but he never went inside with anything other than his tongue. I don't know if I would have liked it or not. I offered, but he always rolled me over and took me missionary style. He said he liked missionary best because then he got to look at me when we made love. Tell the truth I liked missionary best too. That way I got to look at his happy beautiful face when he was inside me. I just love looking at him. He's mine you know; he's my big hairy shaggy yellow Labrador retriever. He's getting a little grey now, but he's mine, he's all mine and I love him. You know what he is; he's authentic!

P.S. We have labs.

Author's Note: Well there you have it. I hope somebody reads it. Please leave a comment. I need all the help I can get.

Edited by Barney R