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That Old House

By: OVERLAND



With an acknowledgement to Willie Nelson's "I Just Dropped By" for the idea (but not the detail, of course!)

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS.

   THAT OLD HOUSE

Gary Simmonds is a forty-five year old divorced man. He has two daughters aged nineteen and twenty-two who, when not following their own interests and desires, live with his ex-wife and her new husband. The new husband was the reason for the divorce, so Gary was, not surprisingly, not keen to visit Maureen at their old marital home. This made it difficult for any prolonged relationship with his daughters.

The girls, Holly and Ivy, loved their dad and would always fall in with his rather tentative meeting arrangements. Gary always seemed to be on the move, changing flats at a moments notice for various reasons. It was either lower rent, better accommodation or, more usually, the landladies. They were either too demanding or not interested in him. He only wanted a bit of company, with a bit of sex thrown in of course. Needless to say he was not very successful.

Gary was reasonably attractive, in his own opinion. He was Sales Manager of his company and had been with them for twelve years. He had been divorced now for five years. It was time to take stock and do something positive with the rest of his life. First of all he had to get some decent accommodation; somewhere the girls could come and stay without feeling isolated and he could get to know them much better. He knew that he needed a regular woman friend, possibly two or three.

He had moved away when the divorce went through. Not too far, about fifteen miles from Greenborough. His work took him all over the country from time to time but he did not want to move too far away. Anyway, above all costs he wanted to stay close to his daughters.

Almost by chance one Wednesday afternoon he was passing through the small dormitory town of Oakby. Or was it by chance? He used to live here with Maureen when they were first married. The girls had been born here.

Without thinking he meandered through the streets, seemingly without purpose but always getting nearer to Beech Avenue. Eventually he turned into the cul-de-sac and stopped; there was number 27, almost opposite. He looked around; quite a lot had changed. The trees and shrubs were all bigger, as expected. Number 23 had had an extension built, number 20 was a completely new colour and number 18 seemed to be falling into decay.

Gary felt a bit sad but also nostalgic for the old Avenue. He wondered what their old house looked like inside now. He and Maureen had lavished such care and attention on it. He hoped that it was being well cared for.

He was five yards from the front door before he even registered that he had even got out of his car. He rang the doorbell without really thinking his intentions through.

              oooOOOooo

The door opened.

A woman stood there. He hardly registered her. He didn't know what to say or how to behave.

"Hello," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ring your bell; it just happened. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The woman just stood there. Gary vaguely registered short blonde hair, glasses and a woman's figure.

"Why did you ring on my doorbell? Who are you? Are you selling something?"

The questions brought Gary to his senses.

"No, no, I'm not a salesman. Well, I do work in sales but not knocking on doors. I, I used to live here; in this house I mean. I don't know what possessed me to ring the doorbell, I really don't!"

"You say that you used to live here? How long ago? What's your name?"

"Gary, Gary Simmonds. We lived here until about five years ago. There were four of us, myself, my wife and our two daughters."

"I recognise you now Gary. I've only been here for two years but I found a photo of you and your family at the bottom of an old chest of drawers. Come in and I'll show you."

The woman turned and moved inside. Gary followed cautiously and followed her into the kitchen. It was in the same position in the house as he remembered it but there had obviously been a complete refit. He would not have recognised it as the same room. 

She noticed his surprise and smiled.

"I had the kitchen completely refitted as soon as I moved in," she said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," rejoined Gary; he looked around. "I like it. It's very modern and very tasteful."

"Thank you, kind sir," she smiled. "My name's Gerry. Would you like a coffee?"

"I'd love one," smiled Gary, relaxing for the first time since the opening of the front door. "I'm really glad I called now."

"So am I," said Gerry as she turned to put the kettle on. "I do like my own company but it's nice to have visitors now and again. I'll go and fetch that photo now; I know exactly where it is."

Gary felt deserted and a little uncomfortable after being left on his own. He looked out of the kitchen window into his old garden and wouldn't have recognised it. The shrubs were different and the lawn was a different shape.

Gerry returned and put a photograph in front of him. It showed all four of them sitting on a bench on the seafront at Bournemouth. The girls were about eleven and thirteen. Maureen looked so attractive; Gary wondered if she already had that bastard Alan's baby inside her! He couldn't put the dates in the right order but he knew that she was already seeing Alan when the picture was taken.

"Thanks," he said as Gerry put his coffee in front of him on the breakfast bar. He sat down on one of the stools. "I'll take this away with me but I'll probably destroy it. I think that my wife was already pregnant by her lover when this was taken."

"That's a real shame," said Gerry as she leaned against the kitchen sink. "Do the girls live with her?"

Gary thought about his daughters as he looked over at Gerry, examining her properly for the first time. He noted that the short blonde hair was immaculately coiffured and that her make up was perfect without being overstated. He suddenly realised that she had applied her make up after he had arrived. Her body was very attractive too with broad shoulders and prominent breasts completing the top half with a definite waist at the division. Her stomach was flat, with hipbones showing at the sides and just a hint of a mound at her crotch. Gary's cock twitched a little as he idly wondered what her bum looked like!

"Yes. Well, they used to but they are more independent now. Holly is twenty-two and is just about to start a job in Birmingham. She is looking for a flat. Ivy is nineteen and in her second year at Bristol. She's in student accommodation this year."

Gerry smiled. If she was aware of Gary's appraisal of her body during his reply she made no sign of it. She was wearing a tight woollen thin sweater, patterned with navy blue and white hoops. Her denim skirt was navy blue with her attractive knees showing clearly. On her feet she wore Nike trainers with white socks covering her ankles.

"What will they say when you tell them that you've been on a nostalgic tour of their childhood home?"

"They'll be jealous I expect," said Gary as he looked at Gerry with increasing confidence. God, he thought, she is a really attractive woman. Probably somewhere between thirty-five and forty, he guessed; what has she done with her glasses?

"Then you must bring them here if they would like to come," smiled Gerry. "I would really like to meet them."

"Really?" gasped Gary, "but you don't know me. I could be a really undesirable person as far as you're concerned."

"I think that a man who used to live in this house and who is prepared to bring his daughters to meet the present occupant can probably be trusted, don't you?"

"I take it that you live alone here Gerry or is there an absent boyfriend? Can you see me properly? What did you do with your glasses?"

Gerry laughed. "You noticed then? You caught me unawares at the door a little while ago. I'm afraid I'm a little embarrassed to be seen wearing them. I've only had to wear them for the last two years or so."

"If you normally have to wear them then wear them for me," said Gary. "I remember that first glance that I had of you. You looked great! Tell me, is there anything else I should know about you before I invite you to dinner tonight?"

Gerry grinned at him and left the room. She returned after about ten seconds, wearing her glasses. They were of large lens, with tortoiseshell frames and a few diamante stones glistening all around.

"There, these are my going out best ones," she said. "As to your question; my full name is Geraldine Watson, I am thirty-seven, divorced with a grown up son. He is presently on a school trip in Scotland and will not be home until the end of next week. I have a brother who is a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy. I teach English at the local girls secondary school, which I presume your girls used to attend. Do you still have a question for me?"

"Gerry, I would deem it a great privilege if you would have dinner with me tonight. Do you know if the 'Black Swan' still serves great steaks or is that too close to home?"

"I accept your great offer and the 'Black Swan' is fine by me. My ex doesn't use the Swan as far as I know. Now, shall I show you the rest of your old house?"

Gary had a thought; he was now in seduction mode.

"Why don't you show me the downstairs now?" he said. "I suggest that you show me the upstairs when we know each other a little better!"

"Naughty, naughty," said Gerry. "I have to warn you though Gary that I don't waste much time fooling around. After my divorce I decided that life was too short so if I see something I like I go for it."

"That's fine by me Gerry. I agree with your sentiments."

Fifteen minutes later they parted on Gerry's doorstep.

"Until seven-thirty then," Gary grinned.

He immediately drove down to the Black Swan and reserved a room for tonight and booked dinner for two at eight o'clock.

              oooOOOooo

He picked Gerry up at seven fifteen. She was wearing her 'best' glasses but he could see little else as she had on a long beige coloured coat that covered everything else. She kept it on all the way into the bar at the Black Swan and only slipped it off to give to the waiter when he delivered the menus. She turned around to face Gary.

"F'. My God Gerry, you look gorgeous!"

Gerry was wearing, almost, what was obviously her 'little black dress'. This one appeared to be shimmering silk. It fastened behind her neck with two shining bands coming down and covering her breasts but with a wide décolletage down almost to her waist, showing her formidable breasts to their best advantage. From the waist a flared skirt dropped down to just above her knees; those lovely knees again, thought Gary. He realised that he was staring at her breasts, or rather the nipples that were thrusting against the silken material.

Gerry smiled, almost laughed at Gary. She twirled around in a full circle. "Well sir, will I do?" she enquired coquettishly?

Gary found his voice. "I should say so! Gerry, I can honestly say that I have never before been seen in the company of so beautiful a woman. I'm speechless!"

"Like Hell you are but your compliment is accepted. I bought this dress after my divorce. I had some strange idea that I could use it to ensnare me another man. I thought I needed to get a new man, and soon! It hasn't worked out that way. Two years on and this is the first time I've worn it."

"I am truly ensnared!"

Their drinks arrived and they immediately toasted each other, raising their glasses. The waiter returned to take their orders. The formalities completed they moved over to a corner table and sat down, half facing each other. Gerry spoke first.

"Joking aside Gary, may I just say something before we get off on the wrong foot. I know already that I like you and that I will probably want to see you again after this evening, if we are still speaking to one another, that is. However, I expect to take a taxi home from here tonight and I don't mean after visiting your room for the traditional 'nightcap'. I know what I said earlier about not fooling about but five hours is too soon. I hope that I've not put you off me 'cos I really do like you."

Gary looked at the vision before him and risked putting his hand on hers.

"That's fine by me Gerry. I shall just have to try harder that's all."

"Don't do that Gary. You're doing just fine as you are."

At this point they were fetched to their table and Gary felt euphoric when Gerry linked her arm through his as they went into the dining room.

The meal was very good. Both of them ate everything and drank the whole bottle of Italian red wine. Gary ordered coffee and a Remy Martin and they sat together, relaxed in one another's company.

"Now do you see Gary," smiled Gerry, "this is the point in the evening where it could all be spoiled. You could suggest going upstairs and as I don't want to this evening we might totally spoil our friendship. Do you see that?"

"Yes, I suppose so," answered Gary. "That doesn't change the fact that I want to see you again and as soon as possible. Like tomorrow for instance!"

"Down boy, down," grinned Gerry. "I just love your enthusiasm though. No, I'm definitely not available tomorrow but I am free over the weekend. How does that grab you?"

"Friday evening, here? Same time?"

"It's a date. I'll look forward to it Gary, I really will!"

Gerry looked around the restaurant. They were the last ones in the room. She took Gary's left hand, lifted it and placed it on her right breast. It was so unexpected that for a moment Gary was frozen still. Then his hand naturally squeezed gently.

"Ahhh!" breathed Gerry. "I knew you would be gentle. I just knew it!"

Gary squeezed gently again. Gerry let go of his hand and moved hers to her other breast. She hooked her thumb under the black silk and revealed a hard nipple.

Then it was all over. The waiter returned and they returned to normal. Gary called to him.

"Please ask the desk to call for a taxi for madam," he ordered. "Please bring her coat. Oh, and reserve a table for us on Friday night at eight o'clock."

"Yes sir, " said the head waiter. "Shall I have the bill charged to your room number?"

"Yes please."

They walked through to the reception hall to wait for the taxi. Gerry walked slightly in front of Gary so that his erection was hidden to anyone else.

"Your taxi is here madam," said the night porter.

They walked outside, this time holding hands. Gary gently pressed the back of Gerry's hand against his stiff cock. She didn't move away.

At the taxi he kissed her on both cheeks, holding both of her hands. She raised them and pressed his against her breasts as she gave him a swift kiss on the mouth.

"Will that do for now sir?" she whispered.

"No, but I'll take anything you offer," he replied. He didn't even dare to brush his hand over her bottom as she bent and got into the taxi. "See you here Friday night. Bring your toothbrush if you would like!"

Gary handed the taxi driver enough money for the fare and a decent tip. The car accelerated away with Gerry smiling at him through the rear window. He put his hand on his cock and she laughed.

He took his erection to bed but refused to relieve himself. He resolved that the next time he ejaculated would be in or on Gerry. After reliving the evening he fell asleep, probably more deeply than he had since his divorce.

              oooOOOooo

"But Daddy, why can't we meet on Saturday? I need to see you!"

"Why darling, are you short of money again, as usual?"

Thursday and Gary was on the road again, wanting to get all his calls done and to get back to the office early on Friday. He needed to get squared away so that he could enjoy his weekend. Usually he went into the office on Saturdays to finish up.

It was Holly on his mobile. He cursed the day he had given the girls his mobile number, just as he had when he had bought them one of their own.

"It's important Daddy. I start work in two weeks and I need to get some new clothes for that. Besides, I haven't seen you for over two weeks now and you know how I miss you so. Please Daddy, I need to see you!"

"OK," said Gary. "This weekend is definitely out; I've made plans. If you can get to my flat tonight I'll see you then. How much do you need?"

He blanched at the sum. He would have to have his best negotiating skills in full working order this evening. The sooner Holly got her own credit card the better; hopefully it would teach her that money didn't grow on trees, or at least in her father's pockets!

"OK Daddy, I'll see you this evening. I presume that it's still that crummy flat?"

"I've found nothing better yet darling. See you tonight."

Gary continued his day. He drove into Birmingham and called on several of his Company's best clients. His company supplied wood to the furniture trade so his calls were all to manufactures of fine furniture. Holly was, in fact, going to work for one of them but he made a point of not calling there today. There would be plenty of time for that after she had settled in. She had found the job for herself; using the knowledge she had gained through Gary to impress the interviewer. She hadn't let on that her father was 'in the trade'.

Towards four o'clock Gary left his last call and turned the car towards Nuneaton. His 'crummy flat' was in the town, close to the main road. After a few minutes his mobile trilled again. Fortunately there was a pull in close by so he stopped the car there.

"Hello George," he said to his boss who was identified on the screen. "What's up?"

George Arnold laughed into Gary's ear.

"Trust you Gary. The boss calls and you automatically think that something's wrong. No, I'm just calling to make sure that you'll be in the office tomorrow. I want to see you as I have something I want to discuss with you."

"OK," replied Gary. "I was planning to be in anyway, early I hope. I've got a busy weekend planned. Can you give me a hint of what you want to discuss?"

"No, I'd rather leave it until we're face to face. Let's have coffee together about eleven o'clock. How's that suit you?"

"That suits me fine," said Gary. "I'll see you then George."

Gary cut the connection and resumed his journey. Forty-five minutes later he arrived at the flat, having first called in at the local supermarket.

Inside he put the kettle on and switched on the heating. It would never do to welcome Holly to a cold house.

He went and had a shower, decided on another shave and then did a little housework, which essentially meant tidying up so that Holly wouldn't notice his lack of interest in the flat, true or not. Afterwards he made another cup of coffee and picked up the day's newspaper. The door buzzer sounded.

He looked at his watch; seven o'clock already! Holly was in good time. He pressed the lock release and switched the kettle on again.

His daughter swept into the room; Holly always had moved quickly!

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, flinging her arms around him and kissing him firmly on both cheeks and then on the lips. Christ, he thought, did I just feel a wet tongue and a little grind of the pussy. No. No, it couldn't be! Nevertheless Gary's cock flexed slightly inside his pants; he quickly withdrew the contact unless she noticed.

"Oh goody," exclaimed Holly. "I see the kettle's just boiled. I'm dying for a cup! Have you been home long Daddy?"

Gary looked with pride at his eldest daughter. She stood about five feet eight with long dark chestnut brown hair down past her shoulders. Her brown eyes seemed to twinkle at him and her full red lips always had that tantalising half smile that he loved so much. She was wearing a tight light blue thin sweater that empathised the swell of her generous breasts. Down below she wore tight blue jeans and trainers.


That Old House



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He got more than a house - for better or worse

This is my first foray into Erotic Horror. Although there are horror/evil elements, in the end it's a romance, with a heavy paranormal theme. I wasn't sure if this went in Erotic Horror, Non-human, or Romance. Let me know if I got it wrong.

This is a long, slow-developing, complex story. Very long, approaching novel length at 56,000 words. You might want to check out the number of pages before starting. It's more than a couple of hours read. Thank you in advance for your patience.

Thanks to PatientLee, Dakota_Lynn, and my Writing Group for their valuable input, perhaps making a confusing read almost readable. They're also responsible for eliminating almost a quarter of the length.

This is an entry in the 2013 Halloween Contest.

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For four years I'd driven by that old house. It was high on a hill, hidden by the ancient trees around it. You could occasionally glimpse one of the four towering chimneys through a break in the foliage, but even in winter I could barely make out the silhouette of the building.

It was only a few hundred yards off the interstate. Twice, my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I'd tried to get closer to it. The sheer cliff where they'd cut through for the highway, made any approach from the west impossible, so I searched for adjacent roads. After a few hours of wasted effort, it was clear there was no avenue up to the house proper. Studying the latest street maps, I could find nothing that got me anywhere near the hilltop.

I didn't know why I was so drawn to the place, but it was always on my mind, a compulsion. I studied surveying maps and asked around the nearest town, several miles away, but couldn't find out any more about it. I researched properties for sale and old tax records, all to no avail. 

There was a history to the house, and old records, but everything seemed to end around the 1930's. I ran into a blank at every turn. The more of a challenge it proved, the more stubborn I became. My obstinance was both a blessing and a curse.

The place was well off the beaten path, in backwoods Virginia, and I was only out in the area every couple of months or so, when working with a rural customer. More often than not I just drove past, staring up at the mystery. Straining to see just a little more, something to assuage my curiosity.

Finally my patience surrendered to my obsession. I planned a day excursion, and one fine morning I parked my car at what I thought was the nearest and most likely access point, sprayed on an extra helping of Deep Woods Off, and started hiking in. It was hard going, no trail to speak of, which surprised me. Places like this were always targets for neighborhood kids to hang out and get in trouble. Perhaps the scarcity of local population, combined with the difficulty of access discouraged it.

The route couldn't have been much more than half a mile at best, and yet the thick undergrowth and vicious thorns kept me at bay for nearly 2 hours. I fought through, determined, clingy vines grasping at my legs, immense deadfalls abruptly blocking my route, hidden thorny branches shredding my skin, unsurpassable thickets forcing me deeper into the woods. After a few hundred yards I was exhausted, silently cursing the dark foreboding woods that sought to deny me my goal. The woods opened up to larger, more sedate forest giants that silently observed my implacable progress, before closing in again as I reached the top of the hill. When I finally broke free into the open, the manse stood before me, magnificent and sad at the same time.

It was huge, beyond my expectations. Three full stories, with 2 large chimneys on each end of the house, maybe 15 feet apart. The building was stone, five window openings on the end facing me, stacked 2-2-1, now just gaping holes in the side of the building.

The front was impressive, with a wide double doorway in the center, bracketed by two window openings on each side. On the second and third floors there had been five windows each. Now just dark smudges on the ancient façade.

The original porch was long gone, but with some effort I climbed up the front into the entrance. I was holding my breath, eager to view the interior for the first time, my mind adrift in the contemplation of the wonders ahead of me. The first sight was a punch in the gut.

Decrepit ruin and rot, devastating in its completeness, that was my reward. It was well lit, the light from the window openings flooding it, and daylight streaming down from above. Looking up, I could see the sky through the three intervening ceilings and the roof. Portions of the floors were still intact, as were many of the joists, pillars and beams. I carefully maneuvered my way along the walls, to see some of what lay hidden from view. Each step was an adventure, the soft rotted wood eager to pitch me into the darkness below, if I strayed from the safety of the joists.

Soot blackened walls, and charred beams told me a fire must have destroyed the place. From the look of things it was the worst on the third floor and attic, with the ground floor somehow surviving with the least ruin. Significant damage, but not the hollowed out shell the top floors had become. 

I made it most of the way up the stairs to the second floor before the creaking of the rotted wood underfoot had my heart racing too fast to continue. When a board disintegrated underfoot, compulsion yielded to common sense, and I gave it up as too dangerous. I had peeked over the top into the floor space above, but it was difficult to tell where rooms had been. In a few places, hints remained of what might have been walls, but fallen detritus from the floor above made even that a guess at best. The devastation was near complete. Carefully working my way back down, legs trembling, I retreated from the house, my curiosity only further inflamed.

From the outside the place was majestic. The stone looked perfect, the proportions ideal. The outline of the steeply pitched roof and those 4 fantastic chimneys against the sky were breathtaking. I walked around the building, still at a loss for how the exterior walls could look so solid, with so little inside to hold them up. 

There was a 30 yard area surrounding the house, where the trees had not yet dared to trespass. The grass and clover intermixed, on the peak of the hill, where the decrepit mansion now stood. I could only imagine what it must have looked like in its glory. 

I wondered if it was possible to restore it to that glory. 

I knew I wanted to try.

* * *

It took me six months of effort to track down the ownership of the property. It was considered unimproved, the House not even showing up on paperwork. Fifty year old businesses exchanged land ownership, their actions hidden behind the corporate veil.

Actually contacting the owner proved almost as difficult. The House had become my hobby, taking over much of my free time, occupying my thoughts. I made countless phone calls, mailing in public information requests, spending hours and hours at the local courthouse and records room. 

Eventually my stubbornness won out. I found myself in a senior home halfway across the country, nervous to finally meet the person who I believed was the actual owner. I glanced around the room, dizzied by the combination of opulence and decay. The furniture, wallpaper, artwork, were so different from the nursing homes I was familiar with. Nothing modular or modern, it spoke of a different age, and a different class of clientele. At the same time my senses were assaulted with a variety of smells conflicting with each other. Bleach, mildew, urine, dust, and an overall mustiness that was depressing. The curtains were inexplicably closed blocking out the sunlight, leaving vague shadows in its place.

One of the assistants wheeled out an elderly woman in a wheelchair. She looked like she might have been around at the turn of the previous century. Her gray hair, or what was left of it, was carefully combed back. She had makeup on, an elegant dress, and jewelry. She had clearly made herself up for my visit.

"Mrs. Madison? I'm Jack Thompson. I hope you don't mind my coming to speak to you."

She giggled. The sound seemed out-of-place, coming from her. "Mind? Of course not. It's not every day that a lady has such a handsome young man come to call. Would you like some tea? Ralph would be happy to get us some."

"That would be very nice. Please."

"I'm so glad you've come by. I don't get many visitors these days."

"I'm very happy to be here. You're not an easy woman to find, Mrs. Madison."

"Beverly, please. Mrs. Madison sounds like my mother. I shouldn't be that hard to find. I'm afraid I've been cooped up in here for nearly 20 years now."

Cooped up? I could understand that feeling. I would want out of that environment, given any chance. "Would you like to go outside? It's a beautiful day out."

"Do you think we could?"

"I don't see why not, Beverly. Why don't we have our tea out on the lawn?" I'd seen several tables outside, and thought it would be pleasant to be outdoors. Far more pleasant than where I stood.

"That would be divine."

I guided her wheelchair out the door, taking the ramp out to the spacious front lawn, and steered her to an open table with some shade. I parked her there, briefly wondering why more people weren't outside on such a gorgeous day.

"I'll be right back with our tea," I told her.

"Thank you, Jack."

Ralph was looking around for us, with a serving tray in his hands. 

"Sorry, Ralph. Mrs. Madison and I will be having our tea outside at one of the tables. I hope that's not a problem."

He didn't seem concerned, and passed me the tray. I returned to Beverly, and set one of the cups before her. She lifted the lid off a matching small bowl, and using silver tongs, she added two sugar cubes to her cup. I'd never seen a sugar cube before. I was fascinated with her slow precise movements. Everything about her whispered grace and elegance.

"I love the spring, don't you?" she asked, sipping daintily from her old-fashioned china tea cup.

"Absolutely. Spring and fall are my favorite seasons by far."

"I'm afraid my spring and fall have passed me by. I'm well into winter by now."

"A very lovely winter it is," I told her, smiling. I was surprised at my own mild flirting. Something about her set me at ease.

"You're sweet to say so. It is lonely."

"I'm surprised. I'd expect half the men in the house to be courting you."

"Oh, there still are a few, but mostly silly old fools."

"I'd say the ones who aren't are the fools."

She smiled. "I'd agree with you, but that would be awfully brazen of me, wouldn't it?"

Beverly seemed to have her wits about her, and was quite easy to talk to. We chatted about the weather, and I found out she was a baseball fan, and we argued a little about the American League East. 

She pushed her cup away, and raised her head to the sun, basking in it. "I'm sure you didn't come out here just to flirt with an old woman."

I blushed. "Beverly, do you own a piece of property in Virginia? A hillside burned out home on a piece of rural land, not too far from the Chesapeake?"

She thought about it. "I own a few properties. Most of them leased out. In Virginia you say?"

"Yes. The House looks very old. Not much left on the inside, but the outside is still impressive."

"I believe that was my Uncle Donald's place. A very sad story. His young wife and infant daughter perished in the fire. He couldn't stand to live there and moved west. He left me the property in his will. That must have been over 40 years ago."

"I've been fascinated by the old house on the property, and would like to try to restore it. Would you consider selling the place?"

"You're not from around here? You live out that way?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You've come a long distance to discuss this, haven't you?"

"I've been working for almost a year to find out who owned it, and to try to buy it." I confessed.

"Why would you want to rebuild it?"

"Honestly, I don't know. It's been on my mind since I caught my first glimpse of it, nagging me incessantly. When I finally hiked my way in to see it, I couldn't help but imagine what it must have been like in its hay-day, and would love to see it restored to its previous glory. I have an image in my kind of what it should look like, and I'd like to take my time rebuilding it, and live there."

"Quite a fascination you've developed."

"Yes it is. It consumes me. I'm not rich, but I think I could give you a fair price for the place."

She looked at me long and hard. She didn't speak for a couple of minutes. I didn't pressure her to. "Perhaps we could come to an agreement," she said.

"I hope we can."

"The truth is, I don't need a lot of money. I'm fairly well off, and as you might imagine, my needs are simple, and I don't have a lot of expenses."

Before I could answer she continued.

"I have a confession, Jack. I'm lonely. And I've thoroughly enjoyed the time we've spent together."

"As have I, Beverly." As have I?

"Could you do something for me? Keep me involved in your project. Talk to me. Call me regularly. Maybe send me pictures of your progress. I have no family, and the days get longer and longer. I'd love to see what you can do with the old place."

"If we can come to terms, I'd love to have you involved. I'd be happy to call you as often as you wish, and send you weekly pictures of my progress, if any. Videos of the place. Whatever I could do."

"When it's done, could you take me out there, to see it? Please?" She reached out with her small, cold hands, and placed them over mine.

How lonely she must be. "Ma'am, I'll fly you out there whenever you want, at my expense. There's no access currently, but once I've cleared a road to the house, I'd love to have you come out to view it as it is now, and to see what I can make of it."

Her eyes glistened as she looked off into the distance. "You won't forget me once I've signed it over, will you?"

"We could guarantee I wouldn't in the contract."

"I just need your word."

"Beverly, you have my solemn word. Like you, I have no family. I never knew my parents. I have no wife, no girlfriend, no children. I'm quite alone in this world, and can't think of anybody I'd rather share this adventure with."

Her eyes welled up, and tears started to slowly trickle down her cheek. "Jack, I'm rather tired. I'd like to go in now."

"Of course." Disappointed, I rolled her away from the table and wheeled her back into the building. At the threshold she stopped me. 

"Are you returning east immediately?"

"My schedule's open," I assured her.

"I'll have my lawyer stop by tomorrow. If you could come by for dinner, perhaps we can conclude our deal."

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away. Thank you."

* * * 

Back in my room I was nervous. We hadn't agreed on the price, and once the lawyers got involved who knew what would happen? I was so close. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. 

In the morning I felt much calmer. I believed Beverly. I was convinced she wanted this as much as I did. I went out and did a little shopping, prepared to show her how serious I was about keeping her involved.

I stopped by the home at 4:30, not certain what time dinner was. I appeared to have guessed correctly. She and a distinguished older gentleman were seated at a table, waiting for me.

Beverly beamed. "Jack! I have to tell you, I haven't been this excited in ages. I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Jerome."

Jerome stood and shook my hand. He had a determined gaze, and a firm handshake. "Convince me I should approve this."

"Now Jerome..." Beverly chided.

"No, Beverly, he's right. He has your best interests in mind. Allow me, if I may."

Once again, I explained in detail, how I'd first seen the place, and come to be enthralled by it. I reviewed my research, my desire, and my place in the world. He was quiet, letting me go on.

I opened my briefcase, and pulled out the gift. "Beverly, this picture frame can show a variety of photos." I turned it on, and she saw the digital images of the house in its current state. "I can hook this up to the internet, and put it in your room. Then whenever I have new pictures, I can remotely put them on your picture frame for you to see, that same day."

She seemed excited by the idea. She was watching the picture frame, and I showed her how she could move the pictures back and forth in order, pause at any one, or leave them in slide-show mode.

I held up my smartphone. "This phone took the photos I just showed you. I'll keep it with me at all times on the property, and I promise I'll take plenty of pictures every step of the way. I'll upload them as soon as I have internet access."

Finally, I pulled out another cell-phone. "This is for you. I've programmed my number into it. The bill will come directly to me. You can call me anytime, and I will try to call you every day. I don't want to commit to every day, since I'm not sure I can keep that promise. But I will do my best."

Beverly looked over at her lawyer, with a big smirk on her face. "Jerome?"

He sighed. "Damn it. Alright, I'm convinced. Sign here."

He pushed a paper toward me. 

"We haven't agreed on the price yet," I said, hesitating.

"I'm sure you can afford it." He flipped the contract back to the first page and pointed. The sales price was $1.00.

I was flabbergasted. "Beverly, that's not fair."

"Jack, it's just an expense for me. I pay taxes every year on a piece of land I never see and make no money off of. You'll be doing me a favor. Please agree to this."

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. My dream was coming true. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Say yes and sign the paper. Save your money for the repairs. I suspect they will not be cheap."

I looked over at Jerome, who shrugged. "She wants to do this. Trust me, there's no stopping it now. And financially, it won't hurt her in the least. Sign the contract."

I signed the paper, and went around the table and asked if it was Ok if I hugged her. She struggled to her feet, leaning heavily on my arm, and let me embrace her. I held her a long time, until I could control my emotions. My shoulder was wet when I finally eased her back into her chair.

As I took my seat she thanked me.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. You've made it possible for my 5 year dream to come true."

"Jack, this is the happiest and most fun I've had in longer than I care to admit. Follow your dream. Just don't forget me."

"Never. I swear."

Jerome interrupted. "That's done. How about we have dinner? It's getting late."

* * *

It was a daunting task ahead of me. I tried to make sure that my work didn't suffer, but I spent every weekend working on my project. My holidays and vacation time were spent laboring on the House. Every day I called Beverly, in the morning, reviewing my progress, if any, the day before, and discussing my future plans. Over time our discussions moved away from the House, and encompassed our lives. We talked about my job, my project, and my Spartan life away from the two.

"Jack, why don't you date?"

"I don't have the time, right now. I'm rather focused on my work and the House, and it doesn't make me very sociable."

"BS. You're a handsome young man. You should have a girl."

"I'd like that very much. And someday I hope I will. But that's in the future."

"But you dated in the past?"

"I have. That didn't work out so well. I think I'm too intense for most of the women I meet. The same fixation I have on the House, I tend to have on whatever I'm working on."

"Go out tonight and relax. Chat up a girl. Buy her a drink."

I laughed. "Ok, Mom, I'll see if I can't go out for a beer tonight. No promises about the girl."




That Old House



She was quiet. "Mom. Nobody ever called me that."

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you."

"Offend me? It's the nicest thing you've ever said. I should be so lucky."

"Beverly, you're the best thing to happen to me in ages. I can't tell you how happy I am to talk to you each day. I don't think I knew how lonely I was before you."

I heard her sniffle. "Enough already. You'll make an old woman cry. Go to work before you're late."

"On my way, Mom. Don't nag."

"What else are Moms for?"

* * *

The property was huge, and 90% covered with old-growth trees. The woods seemed ancient, and sometimes a little scary. Mostly oaks and hickory, some walnuts, poplars, and a scattering of other trees broke up the oak-hickory monopoly. Only the perimeter, near the roads and property line, was populated with newer, denser growth, creating a natural barrier to the outside world.

I found the original entrance to the property, by working my way backwards from The House. The original path I'd taken to the building in my early explorations had the newest trees. Something had cleared out the old-growth there, whether it was a fire, or logging, I don't know. Smaller trees, dense undergrowth, and innumerable thorn thickets made it almost impassable as I'd learned. The original road traveled through older, massive trees, many 50-60 feet or taller, with diameters of 3 to 4 feet common. Only as you approached the main road, did the trees give way to the newer, dense woods I'd encountered my first time out.

The idea of getting all the permits necessary for building scared the hell out of me. I was immensely relieved when the county inspector came out to visit the property. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, extremely helpful, and even excited to be involved in the process. It seemed like I got a ton of waivers for restoring a historic property, as long as I didn't do anything to change the exterior. The biggest issue for him was the design of the front porch, the type of windows used, and the look of the roof, as long as I left the stonework intact. He seemed to be on the phone half the time he was with me, calling in questions, and each time arguing for the minimum amount of oversight. I grew to like and respect Andrew, and assured him I'd keep him in the loop.

After weeks of research, I selected a used portable hydraulic sawmill to purchase, figuring I could use it to cut my own wood, and sell it when I was done. Together with a rented Caterpillar and some diesel generators and worksite lighting, I worked from dawn to nearly midnight. No fear of neighbors complaining, not from over a mile away, with the woods serving as a natural sound barrier.

I sold my townhouse and moved from downtown to a month-by-month rental at the edge of the suburbs. From there I had a forty minute commute to work, but I was only a little more than an hour from The House. I spent more and more of my time there, building wall supports, replacing the large beams, installing new joists, slowly giving The House a new skeleton. 

I never seemed to have enough time for the house. I moved an inexpensive used trailer onto the property, so I no longer had to leave on the weekends. It gained me a another 6-8 hours of work, and gave me a place to store my tools out of the weather.

I've always been handy with tools. I can thank my second foster parents for that. Still, it seemed every day I was confronted with some new challenge, which inevitably required research and experimentation. I didn't mind. My obstinance and willingness to make mistakes usually saw me through. Unfortunately, that meant often doing the same job two or three times until I got it right.

I had some regular laborers I'd hired, along with the occasional specialist. I even found some interested volunteers who were fascinated with the effort. A few experts on old stone houses became my online friends, and were exceedingly generous with their advice and connections. The work was progressing but I was exhausted.

The wood we cleared from the 600 yard winding entrance road was a good start, and we cleared most of the trees from the top of the hill back another 20 yards or so, more in the back. Unusual or very large trees I left in place; I liked the look and had a hard time cutting down trees that old. Besides, they were hell to work with. The sawmill was getting heavy use, grinding out board after board for the flooring, decking, and some of the walls. I learned a lot in the process, especially about costs. For the wood to be usable indoors, I had to have it kiln dried, which meant having it hauled almost 40 miles and waiting another two weeks or more to get it back. I experimented with air drying some of the wood, which I would use later in the year. A lot of work, and plenty of blisters and splinters later, it looked like I had enough wood left to build another two houses if I so desired. The smaller branches yielded a firewood pile large enough for me to into the business.

I located some experts to help with cutting the huge beams needed to replace the original ones that hadn't survived. A single huge standing dead white oak provided all I needed. That was a whole new experience, trying to work with beams that were a foot wide and deep, and 30 feet long. The assistance I need for that put a dent in my budget. A big one.

Everything was expensive, and I had over $80K into the work before I could even see much progress. Electricity and phone service didn't look like they were going to be too difficult, but water was a major issue. One more thing I hadn't counted on. It cost $12,000 to get water into my house. The bills kept adding up, and I realized I didn't have enough money to finish the work. I considered a mortgage on the land, and took out a loan from my 401K. 

I made good money, and saved what I could. I had made a tidy profit off my place in the city, a fixer-upper I'd polished up. I did much of the restoration work myself, and the experience was turning out to be invaluable. Despite doing as much as I could myself, and using available materials, everything was so damn costly. I paid. I didn't have any other choice.

I still talked with Beverly daily, often twice a day or even more often. I realized that after nearly seven months, I was probably going to have to put much of the work on hold, while I slowly built up some funds. It was fall, and I knew that winter would put a halt to much of my work. I hated the idea of anything slowing me down, but my options were dwindling.

It had taken me nearly two months just to get the walls supported properly so I could do the necessary interior work. I managed to get the roof completed, and had replaced the huge interior crossbeams the floors rested upon. Working the upper floors, especially the third floor, was an adventure. The damage up there was extensive, and I seemed to have more mishaps 30' feet in the air than I would have cared for. Maybe it was me, nervous about working up so high; twice I came close to falling, boards shifting underneath me, or the weight of a beam unbalancing. I lost two full days when a central joist shifted badly, falling to the floor below, and I followed, fortunate to avoid serious injury. After that, I was more cautious, putting up temporary plywood sheets over the floor holes. It was time consuming, but at least I could work without breaking out in a cold sweat every time I looked down. It was not work for the faint of heart.

By the end of summer the floor and ceiling joists were nearing completion. I decided to stop the intermediate work, close off the top floors, seal up the windows and do what I could to make the main floor livable. I wanted to get out of my rental place and move into The House. It would make more money available for the work, and in spite of the 3-4 hour round-trip commute, I could work on it every evening, doing some interior finish.

Some will consider it blasphemous, but I had no interest in restoring the home to its original condition. My research and visiting experts agreed The House was probably late 18th century, with several changes made to it. One cornerstone had 1791 carved in it, but another said 1803. Either way The House was ancient, and probably deserved a lot more attention to historical significance than I was interested in giving it. I loved it for what it was, and wanted to make a place I was happy to live in, in comfort. If that meant not scouring the countryside for period flooring and paneling, that was fine by me. I wasn't rebuilding somebody else's dream house, I was building mine. And I knew exactly what I wanted.

With the first floor wiring in, some basic plumbing, and a workable kitchen, I was tapped out. More than $180K invested, and from the outside, you could barely tell, except for the new roof and entrance. But the place was livable. Mostly. Andrew, my county inspector had come by, hanging out for a couple of hours, signing off on the first floor wiring and plumbing. He explained that was unusual in itself. 

"But then again," he laughed. "There's nothing 'usual' about any of this project. Takes some big cojones to take on something like this on your own."

"That or just too ignorant to understand the challenge."

"You understand," he said, "you can't live in a house that's partially finished."

"Of course," I told him. "I'm still living in the trailer."

He grinned. "Just make sure it stays there. I don't need my ass chewed out."

"Last thing I want, believe me. I appreciate all the help. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started."

He nodded. "That's understandable. Not a lot of restoration of 220 year old mansions going on. You know, it's gorgeous. You did a hell of a job maintaining the exterior."

"Didn't have to do much," I admitted. "Hard to believe how little damage there was to the outside walls. Only one chimney needs any work. The windows are a pain, I admit."

"Whatever you're doing, keep it up. If you have any special issues, just let me know. We'll work it out. Don't keep me in the dark."

I nodded. "Every step of the way. I promise. Hell, I need someone watching over my shoulder, last thing I need is to screw up big time. I can't afford it."

I'll say this. I had never met so many helpful, generous people, as I did working on that old house. Andrew was just one of them, but easily the most important. Not only was he helpful, but he was keeping everyone else off my back. I owed him one, and once the place was a little more livable, I was determined to have him and his family over for a nice dinner and tour.

The windows were in on the first floor, and I didn't have to worry about heat, with four large fireplaces on the main floor, and unlimited fire wood. A few hundred dollars for a chimney sweep had them cleaned out, and I was assured they were usable, but needed a lot of TLC, one in particular. I put a temporary trap door to the second floor in, and I had a spacious one floor apartment. 

With camcorder in hand, I toured the place, commenting on the work done, what remained to be finished, and naming each room. I was proud of the work I'd completed, and could see the place finally starting to come together. Beverly was ridiculously pleased with the video, and held regular showings of it in the TV room at her place.

My company's fiscal year ended in October, and a week later I received a sizable end-of-year bonus, my largest yet, over $10K. It allowed me to purchase some additional furnishings, and to move forward with a small plan that had been developing in my mind.

"Beverly?"

"Jack! You're calling late. What's up?"

"I think I'm about done for the year. I'll be doing some interior work on the upper floors, but probably won't get any major improvements accomplished until the spring."

"That's a shame, you were making such good progress. Everyone here loves the video."

"I think it's time for you to come out and see what I've done with the place. Would it be Ok for me to come out and get you next weekend, and let you view it?"

"Do you have the time? It seems you could spend those days working on your house," she said.

"I'd much rather spend a little time with you, to be honest. I'm worn out from burning the candle at both ends, and could use the rest. A friendly face would be nice to have around for a couple of days. Just let me know what you need, and I'll set you up a room."

She fought my suggestion for a bit, but I knew her heart wasn't in it. She finally agreed to come out, but only if she could pay her own way. "You don't have to come get me, I'll have my nurse put me on the plane. If you could just meet me at the airport, I'll be fine."

I argued but she insisted, and reminded me that I could pay for her flight when the place was finally finished. "I couldn't stand it knowing you spent your money on me, when you could be putting in another window, or completing a wall. I'll be alright. I'll send you the flight details as soon as I have them worked out."

I spent that week sanding the rough hewn oak floors, sealing and staining them. I prepared a room for her, and another for myself, with a bed, drapes, linens, even a dresser and nightstand. I loved how the porch had turned out, and used a little of my funds to furnish it with a few rocking chairs, and a hanging bench swing out of an old movie. A couple of small tables to hold a drink or a book, some planters with fresh wild flowers to give it the homey look, and I considered it a job well down. Things were definitely coming together.

On the Thursday before I was to pick her up, I took a long weekend and moved out of my rental. I had spent many nights in my trailer, but I was looking forward to my first night inside The House I'd practically rebuilt from scratch.

I had a small blaze going in the fireplace, and was relaxing, telling myself I was going to do no work for the next four days, except for whatever problems showed up when I actually moved in. 

Electricity was available, but I wasn't ready to go through all the inspections it would require to get it turned on, nor the expense. I had a used diesel generator in an insulated shed out back that provided the minimum electricity I needed, especially for the small RV refrigerator and well pump. For lighting I used kerosene lamps, and I had a large propane tank out back for my kitchen stove and on demand water heater. I was almost embarrassed to put in some low-power LED light bulbs in the kitchen and bathroom, the new technology feeling so incongruent.

I relaxed in a comfortable lounger in the living room, sipping on some hot chocolate, fighting off the evening chill. The old girl was still getting used to her new fittings. The wind through the upstairs floors was annoying, and The House was constantly creaking and settling, as the wood dried and all the changes slowly blended in. 

I wasn't used to the sounds of the night, the noisome animals, birds, and insects. I had somehow thought The House would be quiet and lonely, but it seemed alive with noises, and just outside my door were acres and acres of woods that hadn't seen this much change in scores of years. 

I went to bed that night exhausted to the bone, but with a huge smile on my face. I was living my dream. How many people can say that?

I woke to the sound of my door creaking open, scaring the bejesus out of me. I was certain I had closed it. I got up and looked around but the front door was locked and bolted, and the windows were all shut. I checked the door latch, expecting some shoddy work on my part had left the recess misaligned, but it closed firmly. 

I closed the door again, checking it, and settled back down. Although everything was going well, I was feeling a moment of loneliness. I hadn't dated in over a year and was yearning for a woman's company. I closed my eyes and stroked myself slowly. I pulled back the sheets and let the cool air bathe my body. My hand moved casually, but I found myself getting very excited. Drafts of air seem to caress me, tantalizing the head of my cock while my hand stroked the shaft. The feelings were all to brief, as I came mightily, my essence pooling on my belly. I opened my eyes, and searched for something to clean up with, settling for my dirty shirt, before settling back down to sleep. Good thing I got that out of the way; wouldn't be appropriate behavior with my guest arriving in a couple of days.

When I woke, the door was open again. What the hell was going on? I was going to have to check on that. I took my first indoor hot shower, and was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the water heated up, and how crisp the water felt. No sulfur odor, no lack of water pressure. 

The House smelled wonderful, of fresh wood, and the fireplace. I walked around, king of my small domain, and made myself a large breakfast, another extravagant treat. I hadn't been eating as well as I should have, and the heavy manual labor had me dropping almost 15 pounds and tightening my belt. 

In spite of my promise to myself, I found an immediate problem. I hadn't made a ramp up to the entrance. A wide set of steps led up to the front porch and I spent the morning constructing a removable ramp I set in place over half the steps. Just in time. I spent a few more minutes walking around The House, opening doors, drawing back curtains, making the place look as open and bright as possible.

I cooked myself a big fat hamburger with potato chips, still indulging myself. Afterward, I neatened up the kitchen, made myself presentable and headed out to the airport. Over two hours later, I was waiting in the terminal for Beverly to be rolled out by the airline attendants.

I saw her before she saw me. She was in an airport wheelchair, dressed to the nines, and being pushed by a young woman. As soon as she was past the security area I rushed to her and gave her a hug. I felt like I knew her better than anybody else in my life, sharing the last 7 months with her, albeit by long distance.

"Jack! You're skinny as a rail! And that tan looks like you just strolled off the beach."

"Lots of hard outdoor work can do that to a guy. I feel great. Slept like a baby last night, in my new house for the first time," I told her proudly.

"That's wonderful! I was surprised you waited this long. Jack, this is my nurse Karen. If it's alright by you, she'll stay with me. She can tend to my needs, knows how I like things, and remembers all that little stuff I can't be bothered with."

"Like your meds? Speaking of which, it's about that time." The woman turned to me and stretched out a hand, which I shook. "Pleased to meet you Jack. You certainly have breathed new life into cranky here."

"Cranky? Beverly? She's the sweetest, least cranky person I know!"

"To you maybe."

"Keep it up, Karen, and I'll cut you out of my will," Beverly warned.

"Again? Isn't that the 3rd time this month?"

"It'll stick this time."

The nurse rolled her eyes, giving me a smile. "Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. Never happen again ma'am."

"And none of that smarmy lip either, girl. You're the one that's always wanted to see D.C."

Their easy banter betrayed a close companionship that I found myself jealous of. Then I smiled. If it made her happy, all the better.

"Can I drive?" I asked, moving toward the handles of the wheelchair.

"Please. I'm begging you," Karen laughed.

We headed for the luggage area and waited for their bags to arrive. Her personal wheelchair was delivered, reassembled after the flight, and Karen prepared the pillows on it, before helping Beverly into it. 

I'd traded my Honda in for a used truck, when I'd started all the work. It was a crew cab, and we were able to place the luggage and wheelchair in the rear. Karen got in the back, and I lifted Beverly into the passenger seat. I was surprised how light she was, and wondered if it was hauling all that lumber around, or if she really was lighter than air.




That Old House



"You can put me in the truck now, Jack. Although I certainly don't mind being held by such a handsome young man."

I was embarrassed I'd been standing there holding her, and set her into the cab. I was always a little surprised when she called me handsome. I knew better. Striking, maybe, with the large scar down the side of my jawbone, eyes too small and narrow, nose too wide. Wild hair which I could do nothing with and pretty much let it do whatever it would. No, not handsome. Still, it was nice to hear it from her.

We were already in D.C. so I gave them a short driving tour of the monuments and downtown, pointing out all the famous landmarks and buildings, to their contented oohs, and aahs. Then we headed south. It was a long drive, so we broke it up, stopping at a Cracker Barrel for dinner. From there it was less than an hour before I was turning up my private entrance, no trespassing signs displayed boldly. 

"So this is your new road?" Beverly asked, as we bounced our way up the hill.

"It needs some work, but paving it will probably be the last thing I get around to, if I can help it. We'll be on it for a while, almost half a mile, and my initial quotes are over $30K to get it done."

"Would gravel work?" Karen asked from in back.

"Yeah, and that might be an alternative if the winter proves too much. Still pretty pricey, and then the whole expense is lost when I finally get around to paving it."

"Awfully secluded out here," she said, looking at the encroaching trees. The canopy was dense, letting little light through.

"Nearest neighbor is about a mile up the road. I've only met a couple of them. Nothing but farmland across the way. The nearest town is only about 8 miles away."

We drove that last bit in quiet, before the road opened up, crested the hill, and The House came in view.

"It's magnificent!" Beverly exclaimed.

"It's huge!" Karen chimed in afterwards.

I pulled up in front, and we unloaded the wheelchair and escorted Beverly into The House for the first time.

"It's beautiful," she said softly, looking around. 

It was dusk, and we only had a few minutes of daylight left. I set about lighting the kerosene lamps and getting the fireplaces going. The library and sitting room were our makeshift bedrooms, and each had its own fireplace. The huge living area hosted another one, as did the dining room. Only the kitchen at the back of The House was left without. With fires crackling and popping in all four rooms, I finally had time for my guests. 

Karen had brought in the bags, and settled Beverly in front of the living room fireplace, where she could watch our actions while staying warm.

"Your pictures didn't do the place justice," Beverly told me, when I finally settled into my lounge chair near her.

"That's why you had to see it in person."

"Are you happy with how it's going?"

"Beyond happy. I'm just aggravated it's taking so long. I imagine it'll be a couple of years before I'm done with this place. Of course, a house like this one will never be really done."

Karen was preparing tea in my kitchen, making herself at home. For the first time I wondered what it would feel like to share this place with a woman. Someone, hopefully, that loved the place as much as I did.

"You've done an amazing job here. It must have been a lot of work. The woodwork alone must have been exorbitant," Karen said.

"All the wood is from the property. Mostly hardwoods. I know a heck of a lot more about trees and wood then I thought I'd ever have to. Come spring I may thin out some of the woods, and sell the trees off to the lumber mill. I may even make enough to pave that road, who knows?"

"How much land is it?" Karen asked.

"Nearly 500 acres. Over a mile of road frontage, and well over half-a-mile deep. We've even got a creek on it, but I haven't been down there yet."

Beverly had been quiet, but seemed to wake up a bit. "You're doing a wonderful thing here, Jack. This place seemed so sad, so forlorn, and you've managed to breathe life back into it. It was a shame for us to let it go so."

"You've been here, then?"

"Twice, a long, long time ago. Once as a young girl for my Uncle's wedding. It was amazing. So big, so beautiful. It was old even then. He restored it for his wife, who was from Philadelphia. Then years later, after he passed away, I came out once to see it after I'd inherited it. I couldn't stand to be here, it was so dreary and gloomy. They'd only lived in it for a little over a year when the fire happened. Uncle Donald was out of town. Aunt Mary and little Elizabeth were trapped on the top floor nursery and couldn't get out. When the volunteer fire department showed up, they found them dead outside the house. She'd jumped from a window rather than burn. Aunt Mary was still holding Elizabeth. It destroyed Uncle Donald when he found out. He was never the same. Never got re-married. Not that he gave up on women. He was a black sheep for a while, leaving a series of bastards in his wake. Great gossip for the family, but I could never feel anything but sorry for him. He left the place as it was, refusing to sell it or fix it. It sat here empty for at least 75 years now. Such a shame."

"That's so sad!" Karen exclaimed at the end.

"It is, but even sad stories can have happy endings. I think Jack is just the man to make this a happy place once again. He's certainly made a wonderful start of it."

We didn't last much past that. Karen put Beverly to bed while I cleaned up a bit, and she joined me in the living room. 

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were coming. I would have bought another bed. You can sleep in my room, and I'll take the couch," I offered.

"I'll be fine on the couch. That way I'll hear if Bev needs me in the night. Besides, I don't think you'd fit on the couch."

She had me there. She was small, only about 5'2" and I'm near 6'1". She had a better chance of squeezing in than I did.

I gave her some blankets and a pillow off my bed, and left her. "Thanks for coming. She seems comfortable around you."

She came over to me and pulled me down for a kiss on the cheek. "She's more alive than I've ever seen her. It's you and your project, filling her with joy. You're a good man, Jack."

"It's been good for both of us. Goodnight Karen."

"'Night Jack. Sweet dreams."

* * *

I loved my home, but it was doing weird things to my brain. Once again I awoke in the night, and my door was open. I got up and checked on the ladies, both sleeping soundly. I closed the door firmly, determined that I would do something about that when my company was gone, and tried to get back to sleep.

I was restless, and the sounds of The House weren't helping. I heard a regular creaking noise, and sat up in bed to see my rocking chair rocking back and forth. While I was staring at it, it slowly stopped moving, making me wonder if I'd been seeing things. Maybe a draft from the fireplace. Weird.

Lying back down, I felt my need arising again. I wasn't at an age where I felt I had to relieve myself daily; I suspect it had something to do with the young lady sleeping on my couch. Either way, I was feeling horny, and my rod was already at half-staff. I closed my eyes, casually playing with myself, while I drifted in that space between half-awake and half-asleep. My consciousness was slipping away, but the feeling below my waist was intensifying. My mind was playing tricks with me, and I thought I felt somebody settling onto the bed. I opened my eyes and glanced at the empty bed beside me, and at the closed door to my room. 

Nothing. Door shut. Just the empty house messing with me.

Looking down, I was hard as a rock, and the crown was bright red as if on the verge of coming. I settled back down, mocking myself for my behavior, and made an effort to finish what I'd started. I stroked myself firmly, letting the cool air caress the sensitive head, which was feeling incredible. When I could hold back no longer, I released, pumping hard, until the throbbing stopped. Looking down, I was surprised to see how little I'd come, just a little stickiness on the head and dripping down my hand. Nothing like the torrent from the night before. I guess that in spite of the intensity of it, I wasn't in the same recovery mode as I'd been as a teenager.

* * *

I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. I breathed deep, stretching. It smelled so good. So right. 

I was cold, and found I'd kicked off the covers in the night, and I was lying there with an embarrassing hard-on. I threw on some pajamas, in deference to my guests, added a heavy terrycloth robe, in order to hide my condition down below, and made my appearance.

Karen laughed when she saw me. "I thought that might wake you, sleepy head. Why don't you wash up and then you can set the table?"

Bev was on the front porch, enjoying the early morning. I went out and greeted her, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. "Good morning, beautiful."

She giggled and swatted at me. "I'm immune to flattery young man."

"Just stating the truth. Having you two here makes everything so perfect. The House seems like a home."

"It's nice," she sighed. "I'd almost forgotten."

"I'm going to clean up now, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

"Thank you. Now run along. A grown man in a robe and pajamas? What is the world coming to?"

I went as fast as I could, and was setting the table in record time. Karen was laying out scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes and bacon. A veritable feast. I got my knuckles smacked for pilfering a piece of the crispy, thick cut meat-candy.

"Wait your turn, bucko. Why don't you bring in Bev? And be careful, she's cranky in the morning."

"Who are you talking about? She's the sweetest, kindest thing."

She rolled her eyes at me, an ability she'd perfected. "Go on now. Before it gets cold."

I wheeled Beverly in and sat her at the head of the table. We consumed our feast, and I plead no contest to the claim I ate more than half by myself. I asked what they wanted to do, and Beverly made it clear she planned to relax on the porch. Karen was happy enough to explore the area, and see the sealed off upstairs. 

After breakfast we set Bev up outside with a table and a pot of tea. The woman loved her tea. I also made sure she had her cell phone which miraculously had reasonable reception where we were. Then Karen and I dressed for hiking and decided to explore the woods a bit around the place. 

It was nice, walking and chatting with her, exchanging bits of our backgrounds, and a love for the outdoors. We made a series of small forays, returning to The House regularly to check on Bev.

Bev was enjoying a book and the fresh air, and shooed us away each time we returned.

"If you don't leave me alone for at least an hour, I swear I won't be responsible for my actions!" she finally announced, giving us our marching orders. 

We decided to hike down to the road and back, and I was surprised to find myself getting hungry after all the walking. I pointed out several of the different types of trees to Karen, who picked up on the differences quickly, pointing out various specimens on our return hike.

"What did she charge you for this, if you don't mind my asking? She's notoriously stingy, and it must have cost a pretty penny. Do you come from money?"

"Money? I come from foster homes. Six of them growing up. No, I don't come from money. I didn't realize quite how large the property was, and I was hoping just to buy The House and access to it, but she signed over the whole place."

"Now you've got me curious. What was it, the Lotto? Did you cash in on one of those internet startups? Spill."

I laughed. "I never got to make an offer. She sold it to me for a dollar."

That stopped her in her tracks. "One dollar! But...that's crazy!"

"That's what I said, but her lawyer backed her on it. The only condition was that I kept her up-to-date on the progress, which I would gladly have done anyway."

She started walking again, shaking her head. "Old Bev is full of surprises, isn't she?" We walked along in silence for a bit, before she spoke up again. "Best deal she ever made."

"How's that?"

"She was wasting away. We thought she'd pretty much given up on life, and then you came along. She could talk of nothing else each day except what you were working on, and how the house was coming. She was a delight to be with after every one of your phone calls. I've known her for several years and have never seen her happier. She deserves a little happiness. She's a good soul."

"It's been good for me, too. It's nice to have someone to share this with. She's the closest to family I've ever had, and I've known her maybe seven months. Hard to believe."

"It is hard to believe. Hard to believe you don't have someone to share this with. No special someone in your life."

"My own fault. Too driven to get through college, working and studying. Too focused on success at business, paying off my loans, working two jobs for three long years. Too fixated on this house for the last couple of years. I wouldn't have been good company."

"Thinking of settling down a bit now?"

I laughed. "Not for a while. Everything I have is tied up in The House. I'm broke, and will have to work hard to scrape together the next 100 grand it'll take to finish this place the way I want. No, I think I'll be busy a while longer."

She skipped to the side of the road and returned with one of the last fall wildflowers. "You've got to stop and smell the roses occasionally. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." She smelled the flower and held it to my nose. When I went to smell it she pushed it in my face and took off running up the road, laughing.

I caught her after a short ways, and grabbed her, swinging her off the ground. "Dull boy? You are a troublemaker aren't you?" 

She struggled in my arms for a second then twisted toward me. I was shocked when she gave me a quick kiss, and almost fell when I released her.

"Impertinent boy! I'm going to tell Bev how you manhandled me." She was skipping up the road backwards, wagging her finger at me.

I jogged up next to her. "Do it and I'll tell her you kissed me."

"You're rotten! I did no such thing. You kissed me!"

"Keep it up, devil-girl, and I'll do it again."

She took off running. "You'd have to catch me first!"

Ornery thing. Karen wasn't a kid, I'd guess early thirties, probably had me by a couple of years, but I couldn't help smile at her playful antics. She had a full figure, and when she ran any red-blooded man would recognize how womanly that figure was, with a narrow waist, wide full hips, and tapered legs. Definitely worth catching.

Catch her I did, and when she turned to me I leaned down and kissed her, longer this time. She came into my arms, hugging me, returning my kiss. She pulled away, catching my hand in hers. "Ok Romeo, I won't tell if you don't. Deal?"

I was still surprised at my own actions. It took me a few seconds to come to grips with myself. I gave her hand a squeeze. "Deal."

I was nearly 30 years old, and felt like I was fifteen all over again. Holding hands with a girl at the skating ring, going around and around in circles, never wanting the evening to end. Alas, at the end of the road she dropped my hand and jogged up to The House. 

"How's it going, cranky-puss?"

"Where have you two been? Leaving me alone up here for hours on end! You're just in time. If you'll help me to the restroom I won't embarrass myself."

I checked the time. We'd been gone 55 minutes.

Karen leaned down and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. We lost track of the time. Let's get you inside."

Beverly reached up and patted her hand, as she was wheeled indoors. "So long as you two had a nice time."

"He's a handful, but it was nice."

* * *

After lunch Bev took a nap, and I opened up the top floors and showed Karen around. She was suitably impressed with the open layout and the work done so far. The third floor was a little sparser, with the floor and ceiling unfinished, and I'd left it completely open. She even wanted to see the attic, so we headed up the last narrow stairwell and she got her wish. 

Back on the third floor, she walked around the room. "I wonder which window it was."

I hadn't thought about it, but gave it some consideration. "It looked like the worst of the fire was in the front of The House. It was probably one of the rear windows."

She had stopped at the single window on the east side of The House. "I don't think so. I think it was this one."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. I just do." She shivered. "Can we go back down now?"

"Of course."

Back on the main floor, she asked me what my next project was going to be.

"I'm going to start on the second floor, room by room, and when that's done, I'll get going on the top floor. I'll probably run the wiring myself, then bring in an electrician to sign it off. I'm still not too comfortable with plumbing. I guess I'll wait for the spring to bring my plumber Charlie in to finish that up. Maybe I'll be able to afford it by then."

"You've got your work cut out for you. That's for sure."

"Yeah, but you know, I enjoy doing it. It makes me happy to see it slowly come together. The House feels more alive with every board I lay, every nail I drive. Sometimes I forget I need to sleep and work long into the night."

"That's good. You're right about the house. It's like it's alive. Watching us, while it slowly heals under your care."

I laughed. "I don't mean alive like living, just, I don't know, alive."

She just shrugged. "I don't know what I'm thinking. At least it seems friendly. For the most part."

"For me, I'm surprised how cozy the downstairs feels, with all that stone and open space."

"It's nice. You've made it that way." She wandered away from me and went to Bev who was awake and letting us know it.

I had opened a few of the windows, to let the air in, and walked around partially closing them, as the day cooled a bit. I still loved the fresh air, and would take it hands down over the muggy city atmosphere. Being a couple of hundred feet higher than the surrounding area appeared to help a lot. 

Bev looked good, her cheeks pinking up, her eyes bright. "It's a different world up here. A different time. You can almost forget all the bad things going on elsewhere," she said.

Karen agreed. "No doubt. I could be anywhere, not an hour and a half away from D.C." 

"We've talked so much about your plans for the house, what are you planning for outdoors?" Beverly asked.

"Hadn't given it much thought. I wouldn't mind having a nice garden up here some day. I've also thought about clearing a few more trees off the southeast side. From the roof, you can see for miles. In that direction, if I opened it up, I could look out from the porch and see nothing but trees and farms almost to the river. To the south and west, I'd like to leave them as they are, blocking the view and the sound of the highway."

Karen liked the idea, and I found myself interested in her opinion. "Have you thought about clearing the area around that huge oak tree to the northeast? It could be so picturesque. Maybe put a bench underneath it?"

"Hadn't thought about it, but it wouldn't be too tough to do. A couple of days work, and I can always use the wood."

"Can I see this tree?" Beverly asked. 

I'd be hard pressed to ever say no to her.

We took her out, and gave her a tour of the area, as much as we could within her transport limitations. The old oak was huge, and had successfully held its own against the encroaching wild. The lowest branches could have been trees on their own, stretching out sideways, fighting for space. In some ways the tree was much like The House. Standing strong and solitary, taking whatever time and nature threw at it, and weathering it all. 




That Old House



Bev asked to take a break under the tree and we parked her there, while we sat on the ground nearby. We talked about her past, her childhood, what the country was like in the thirties and forties.

She had been in love, married young, and her husband of eight months joined the nascent Army Air Forces after Pearl Harbor. He'd died over the skies of Europe, and she'd never married again.

"It wasn't for lack of trying. I met some wonderful men, but they always dimmed in comparison to my Bill. I led an exciting life, but it was often lonely. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

I understood her feelings. I'd grown up alone, and figured it was a part of life. Even the few relationships I'd shared did little to ameliorate my feelings of isolation. In truth, the odd relationship I had with Beverly was the one thing in the last 1/2 dozen years that had kept my loneliness at bay.

I reached my hand over and placed it on her knee. "I hope you're not feeling too lonely. I'd like to think that we'll be friends for a long time."

She smiled, patting my hand. "I'd like that. The last several months have been very nice, and this weekend has been wonderful. I'm so glad I let you talk me into coming."

Karen added her $.02. "Ditto to that. This has been a great break. I can't tell you how happy I am you decided to share it with me."

We broke up our little party, as the day slipped away. We rolled Beverly back in The House, and cranked up the fireplaces. Karen took over in the kitchen.

"Anything in the refrigerator off limits?" she asked.

"Hardly. Everything's fair game. If you need anything that's not in there, it's about 40 minutes round trip to hit the store."

"I think I can manage with what you've stocked. You've got enough food in here to feed an army. Any special requests, Bev?"

Beverly shook her head. "Surprise me, and don't hold back - no diet tonight."

I was happy enough to sit back and chat with Bev while Karen took care of the dinner. I felt decadent, letting her do the work while I took it easy. It was a feeling I could get used to.

The aroma of meat cooking in olive oil and garlic was combating the fresh smell of the outdoors, where it was doing some serious ass-kicking, and even putting up a decent defense against the fragrant fires burning freely in all four fireplaces. So different from my antiseptic work place, and the stench of the city. 

Beverly was watching me, as I inhaled deeply. "I know." She closed her eyes and breathed as deeply as she could. "It's great to be able to draw a line between yourself and the rat-race."

Amen to that.

I was asking her about her extended family, which she had casually mentioned earlier. "No, nobody very close. Some distant children and grandchildren of my cousins, haven't heard from any of them in years. My cousin Angela was the last to stay in touch. I've left a little something for all of them in my will, kind of spiteful. Just enough to let them know I was there, and if they look into it, they'll see a bunch of charities getting what might have been theirs, if they'd cared enough. A phone call or even a Christmas card would have been nice. I guess I shouldn't expect so much. Nobody writes anymore. It's email this, facebook that, and twittle notes, just blabbing your life and personal affairs to the world, and never really connecting. I sometimes think I've lived just a little too long."

I shook my head. "I know it might sound selfish, but I hope you live many more years, and come and visit as often as possible. You bring The House alive."

She laughed softly. "It's sweet of you to say so, Jack. But it's the young girl in the kitchen livening this place up."

"Hardly. She's a guest, and nice to have around, but as far as I'm concerned, you're family. At least the closest I've ever had."

She reached out and held my hand, squeezing it softly. I was getting all mushy. Too much time away from the big tools. I needed to go out and fell a tree, get my testosterone going again. 

Before it could get too maudlin, Karen called to me from the kitchen. "Alright, slacker. Why don't you drag your cute butt in here and set the table? Dinner's only a few minutes away."

Cute butt? The woman was delusional.

I set about getting the table ready, peeking at Karen's culinary effort. A simple Italian dinner, she had meatballs, meat sauce, spaghetti, bruschetta, and was browning some Italian sausage. I hope she'd cooked a lot. It smelled divine.

Dinner tasted even better than it smelled, and I stuffed myself to the point of bursting. Beverly couldn't praise Karen enough on all she'd pulled together, and I think she was getting embarrassed from all the compliments.

"C'mon Bev, it's just spaghetti and meatballs. No big deal."

"Best I've eaten in ages," I managed to blurt out between bites of sausage.

"That I believe. You eat like a starving lumberjack," Karen laughed. Hers was a strong, throaty laugh, and I liked the sound of it. A lot. I'd have to see what I could do to make her laugh more often.

"Hey! I'm only trying to make you feel appreciated. Wouldn't want any of this to go to waste."

"If I ate like that, you'd have to roll me away from the table, without the benefit of a fancy chair like Bev has. More like Violet in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

"So if I squeezed you, I'd get blueberry juice?" I teased.

"Well I guess you'll just have to try it and see what you get," she shot back. She had a devilish look in her eye that had me blushing.

"Karen, don't tease the boy. I don't think he's been around this much womanhood in a month of Sundays."

"I hear it, but I don't believe it. I bet he's a heart-breaker in disguise. A wolf in lumberjack's clothing."

After dinner I cleaned up, fair's fair, while the ladies enjoyed their coffee and tea. We tried our hand at Hearts for a while, and I got to hear a little about Karen's past. She'd married young, no kids, and it had fallen apart early. She'd gone back to school for her RN, and worked for a couple of years in a large hospital before she got tired of the long hours and lousy shifts. 

She'd then spent another couple of years as a traveling nurse, seeing the world before she got tired of the frequent travel, and turned to the upscale nursing home where Beverly was.

"She's the best in our place, no doubt about it," Beverly said. "It took some real finagling on my part to get her away from there for this trip."

"Hell, Bev. You and Weird John are the only things that keep me in that place."

I got to hear about Weird John, the conspiracy nut, and his dealings with aliens and UFOs, as well as his secret government background, which gave him an encyclopedic knowledge of the world, at least the Post WWII, pre-80's version.

They had me almost rolling on the floor, hearing some of his escapades, but I should have been paying more attention to the cards. The ladies were teaming up against me, and I was getting whipped. We were playing for pennies, and I was already six bucks in the hole.

We bundled up Beverly in a blanket and retreated to the porch, where I indulged in a small Scotch and a cigar, with the ladies' permission.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a cigar smoker," Bev observed.

"It's pretty rare. Maybe a half-dozen a year. But this seems as good an occasion as any, breaking in my new porch."

We enjoyed the crisp, cool evening air. I don't think I'd ever opened up to anyone as much as I did with those two. It was just so easy, so comfortable, like I'd known them for years.

My childhood had not been a happy one, and it wasn't something I ever talked about, but between the two of them, they managed to squeeze most of my past out of me.

"It's hard to picture you as a delinquent," Karen remarked.

"Yeah, my counselors told me I was just trying to get attention. Luckily I got tired of the schooling, and detention, and joined the Army at 17. Four years as a Ranger straightened me up, and Uncle Sam paid for me to get a degree. Took less than 3 years, turned out I wasn't quite as dumb as I'd been led to believe."

Bev looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Army? You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"It's not for everybody, but it was good for me. I loved being a Ranger, belonging to something where my past didn't matter beans. Do your job, keep your nose clean, be willing to take a lot of crap the first year, and it's not a bad gig. I made some real friends for the first time in my life. Thought about making a career of it, but I still felt I was missing out on something."

I took a long puff, playing at blowing smoke rings. "I always felt like an outsider, a transient, never fitting in. Until I stood in front of The House. From that moment I knew, absolutely, without a doubt knew where I belonged, and what my purpose was. I'm lucky. I doubt one in a thousand people get to follow their dream and live with purpose."

Turning to Bev, I took her cool hand in mine. "I...I'll never be able to thank you enough for giving me this chance. It would have killed me if I hadn't been able to do this. You need to know this is the kindest, most generous thing anyone's ever done for me. Ever could do. I'll never be able to repay you."

Bev squeezed my hand, smiling gently. "Don't be foolish, Jack. You gave me my life back. Finish restoring the old girl, and we'll call it even."

We chatted a bit more about nothing much. It didn't matter. Sitting on that porch, with them, was about as good as it gets. Nearly 30 years old, and I finally understood what it was to be content, to have family, and to belong.

Bev reminded us it was getting late, and I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while Karen settled her in. I moved to the swinging bench I'd installed, taking the blanket and the last couple of inches of cigar with me. I told myself it was just getting more comfortable, but down deep I hoped that Karen would respond to the invitation.

I needn't have worried. When she walked out to the porch, she glanced at my empty chair, then looked over and found me on the porch swing. She smiled as she walked over and I lifted the blanket in invitation. Karen settled in next to me, nuzzling up close, as I pulled the blanket over her.

"How is she?"

"Exhausted but ridiculously happy. She looks better then she has in ages. I suspect the fresh air and good company has a lot to do with it."

"I imagine the meals aren't hurting. I haven't eaten this well in, heck, I can't remember how long it's been. Maybe ever."

"Good," she said softly resting her head on my shoulder. "I feel a little like a squatter here, and it's nice to think I can contribute in some small way."

I maneuvered an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. "Don't think that way. Your presence here is a delightful surprise. I can't believe how easy you are to be around. It's like I've known you for years."

She giggled. "It seems like I've known you for months. You know you're all she talks about. If I had to sit through that video of 'The House' one more time, I think I'd have done something rash. And yet all I knew of you was that voice of yours, your words, and your work on the place. In the future you might want to figure out a way to get yourself into some of the pictures. You are nothing like I'd pictured."

"Oh really? And how did you imagine me?"

"Shorter. Rounder. Older. Balder."

"Ouch! Is that what I sound like? I guess old Bev didn't paint a very flattering portrait of me."

"But she did! I mean, according to her you were some Greek God, fallen to earth, or maybe a Hercules, half God, half man, able to undertake any task, no matter how impossible. I figured it for hyperbole. I mean, really? Tall dark and handsome, keeps his promises to an old woman half a country away, and restoring a mansion from scratch, with little more than desire and a Swiss-army knife? Come on!"

I had to laugh. "I'll have you know my Swiss-army knife is the deluxe edition."

She giggled along with me, and we settled into a comfortable silence for a while.

"Jack?"

"Hmmm?" I answered quietly, realizing I'd been halfway to falling asleep.

"I know I was a little silly on our hike today, maybe even a bit brazen. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not trying to come on strong, but it's just been such a delightful couple of days."

I gave her another hug, or tried to, realizing my arm was falling asleep. "I loved every minute of it. It's been nothing but work for me for too long now. Your attitude is contagious. I haven't been this happy in a long, long time." I struggled to move my arm a little to restore the circulation, but she made it easy for me by turning sideways and lying down in my lap.

"I'm glad. I know our time is short, and I may never see you again, but as silly as it seems, I'm having the time of my life here with you." She surprised me by taking my hand, which was resting on her belly, and moving it up to her breast. It filled my hand nicely, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

She closed her eyes, and I stroked her hair while I caressed her. I felt myself hardening, embarrassed that my erection would be pushing against her head. She just smiled a little, and turned her face toward my stomach, rubbing her cheek against my hardness. "Mmmm," she whispered, "Is that for me?"

"You're driving me crazy," I confessed.

"Li'l ole me? Why? I'm just lyin' here, doing nothin'." Her exaggerated southern drawl was fuel to the fire.

"And you're doing it incredibly well."

She finally opened her eyes, and I could see I'd lit a fire inside her. "I think it's time for bed. Shall we?"

* * *

I closed the door to my room quietly, nervously. She was sitting on the bed, observing. 

"I have to admit, I feel a little awkward with Bev right next door," I said.

She gave me a knowing smile. "I understand. But believe me, she'd approve. Hell, she'd eagerly take my place if the excitement wouldn't kill her."

We undressed each other quietly, slowly, taking the time to get acquainted with each other's bodies. When I had her naked I pulled her into my arms and gave her the kiss I'd been thinking about all afternoon. She molded herself to me, and kissed me deeply, completely. I was mesmerized. 

We climbed into my bed and it was like we were old lovers. The awkwardness was gone, and we spent an eternity just getting comfortable with each other. When she went down on me, I had to pull the covers back to watch, carefully ensuring they still covered her, keeping her warm. 

It was a delightful, intimate act. She wasn't working to get me off, she was just enjoying herself, playfully familiarizing herself with my most private part, occasionally looking up to bask in my adoration.

Then she was climbing on top of me, sliding my hardness inside of her. She sighed as she settled onto it, taking my full length. "God, it's so nice, so hard, so smooth, so perfect. Like its owner in so many ways."

She had me blushing. Surprising for the intimate position we were in. "Believe me, whatever you're feeling can't hold a candle next to what I've got going on here. You are amazing."

She ceased her rocking and laid down on my body, while my hand caressed her bare back down to her delightfully full ass. "That's nice to hear. I was worried I might not even remember how to do this. It's been a while."

"You needn't have worried," I assured her, holding her butt while I thrust up into her slowly and steadily. "You are incredible. God's truth. I can't believe how wonderful I feel here with you."

She gasped when I thrust into her harder. "Jesus, and to think I almost turned the old biddy down! Fuck me, Jack."

The eternity of foreplay, and the leisurely suck had me nearly on edge. Being inside of her, and having her so completely was just too much to bear. I pounded into her as hard as I could from our position. "I'm so close," I groaned.

"Come in me. Let me feel it, come for me Jack. I want to feel you come inside of me," she whispered into my ear.

It set me off, and I filled her, erupting powerfully, thrusting up hard and lifting her hips with each needful burst.

Gasping, I slowed to a halt, holding her tightly in my arms. "Amazing," I told her, turning her chin up so I could kiss her softly. 

She slid off of my body to the side, holding me close, her leg over mine, her wetness pressing into my thigh. I felt a breeze, and pulled the covers over us. They'd somehow ended up almost completely off, barely covering us from the knees down. 

I looked over at the open doorway. Damn. I'd have to fix that. What if Bev had been up and about? 

In the middle of the night, I found myself half-awake, and fully aroused. Her hands were cool and soft, barely touching me, but my response was anything but cool. I felt a burning fire in my loins, and groaned while she got me off. So intense, so powerful, after what we'd been through earlier. I moaned my pleasure, and thanked her softly, before drifting back asleep.

* * *

I awoke with a start, hard again. I reached for her, but the bed was cold and empty. Again, the covers were completely astrewn. I looked toward the doorway, but it was firmly shut. I could hear movement outside, and smelled fresh coffee.

I half wondered if the night before had only been a dream.

I put on a pair of boxers and my robe, and answered the call of coffee.

Bev was already seated at the table, enjoying her morning tea, and nibbling on a piece of toast. She was dressed nicely, her hair coiffed immaculately, always so proper. Made me feel like a bit of a lout, wearing only a robe. I went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek good morning, then went and got a cup of the coffee, peeking at Karen parked over a pan of pancakes in the making.

"Good morning," I said hesitantly.

She turned and gave me a big smile and a wink. 

I was confused and hesitant. I had no idea what to do next. It wasn't like it was a situation I was used to. So I just stood drinking my coffee, taking sidelong looks at the little vixen who'd rocked my world.

"Please!" Bev sighed. "In my day, when a boy and girl did what you guys did in the night, he'd at least give her a kiss in the morning."

I felt myself blushing hard, but it gave me the excuse I wanted. I gave Karen a hug, and a short sweet kiss. "She's right you know."

Karen pulled me back down for a more thorough kiss, before turning back to her task at hand. "Clean up a bit, breakfast's almost ready."

I obeyed, beating a retreat. I imagined my breath was nowhere near as fresh as hers had been.

I was closing the door, when I heard Karen address Bev. "Yes we did, and yes it was incredible. Satisfied, nosy?"

I couldn't hear the reply from behind the door, and tried to block it out as I washed my face, brushed my teeth, swiped a razor across my face, and ran a brush through my unruly hair.

I sat down next to Bev, and helped myself to a stack of pancakes, while Karen took a seat across from me.

"Next time, could you at least leave my door open? Do you know how hard it is to listen through these walls? Jack, I think you might have done too good a job there."

I almost choked on that first bite. 

"Wouldn't you prefer a front row view? We could park you right beside the bed if you'd like," Karen asked sweetly, finishing the job Bev had started, leaving me choking and coughing and grabbing for my juice.

Bev took it in stride. "I'm not sure if this old ticker could handle it, but I dare say it might be worth it. Of course I wouldn't want to cramp your style."

Karen abruptly looked serious. She reached out and took Bev's free hand in hers. "Seriously. Anything you want. I owe you for this one."

That finally got to her and Bev blushed. "I'm just teasing, you little hussy!" She turned her attention to me. "I really am glad that you guys found some comfort in each other." She put her tea down, reached out for my hand, and placed Karen's hand in mine.




That Old House



"And now I owe you twice," I told her. "First for giving me this wonderful place to fix up, and now bringing this sexy, saucy wench into my home."

I guess she wasn't quite done teasing. "I'm just glad you were up to both tasks."

Karen rolled her eyes, "Keep it up, old woman, and I'll see what kind of meds I can slip you to give us a little privacy."

Bev heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Privacy? Again with the privacy? And I thought we were making progress."

Fortunately that was the end of the teasing, and we discussed what we could do with our last full day together. They were leaving the following morning, but I didn't really want to think about it.

We settled for a relaxing morning of doing nothing, followed by a picnic under our immense ancient oak.

After lunch, Bev confessed to being a little tired, and asked for a nap. We were only too happy to accommodate her.

Karen and I hadn't had more than a couple of moments alone all morning, and I desperately wanted to share some time with her. I loved the old woman, more than I thought possible in such a short time, but wouldn't mind spending a couple of hours away from her.

Karen put together a snack and grabbed a tote bag, while I did a little maintenance of the fireplaces. Then we headed out for a walk. She wanted to see the stream I'd mentioned. I warned her it might be a bit of a hike, and got a machete out of the trailer to deal with any overgrowth.

We chatted amiably, mostly about The House, what work I intended to do over the winter, and about old Bev. The walk was a bit strenuous, including climbing over and under logs, and cutting our way through the underbrush in a few places. Our conversation turned to both of our jobs before too long.

The stream wasn't that far away, we soon found out, not more than a couple of hundred yards from the hilltop. Easy enough to find, we just walked downhill until we hit it. We reached the water at a point where we had about a 5 foot drop. Looking up and down the bank from where we stood, it looked like there was a more open area a short ways downstream. We cut back into the woods, and worked our way downhill, towards the main road. 

We spotted the opening, an incredibly huge tree dominating a space probably 100 feet across. We approached it in awed silence, the trunk easily as broad as the old oak by The House, and stretching to the sky. The smooth bark and incredible size made its identification easy. "Beech, largest I've ever seen," I informed my pretty companion.

"My God, it's gigantic!" she gushed.

I walked around the massive trunk, which forked into several secondary trunks, each as big as the enormous oak near The House. The trunk at its base must have been over 6 feet in diameter. There were numerous other beeches in the immediate area, but none half as large. There was an area 40 feet or more around the base of the tree, where almost nothing grew. I looked around more carefully, and recognized that the woods had changed dramatically, down near the stream. It was ancient, probably as old as our country. Maybe older. The floor was clear of growth except for thick moss and ferns, a fallen log nearly as tall as me stretching across the running stream. It was incredibly beautiful.

"Can you imagine how ancient this tree is? The things it's seen? It must be hundreds of years old."

"No kidding. I bet it's even older than Bev!" Karen laughed.

I was running my hand around the trunk, and stopped. "Come here, you've got to see this."

Karen hustled over and gasped when she saw where I was pointing. A huge heart had been carved into the tree, nearly two feet wide, with Don + Mary etched in its center. The carving was so old the letters had stretched until each was an inch wide, and had mostly healed over, making it difficult to read. I watched her reach out, her fingers tracing the heart's outline. 

"I guess we're not the first ones to find this tree," she said softly.

"Sad," I murmured. "He must have loved her a lot. Built this beautiful home for her, and then never returned to it."

Karen nodded. "This is a beautiful place. The running water, the open space, the shade of the tree, the thick moss under foot. Like a fairy tale."

She was turning slowly, taking in the atmosphere of this magical locale. She faced me and smiled, slipping into my arms. "Thank you for this. I'll never, ever forget it."

I leaned down and kissed her, and let her pull me down to the forest floor. The moss underfoot was nature's softest pillow. Our kissing intensified, and my hands explored her wonderful body.

"Make love to me, Jack. Here, in this cathedral." She sat up and slid her shirt off, then reached back and undid her bra.

I took off my shirt and placed it on the ground, moving her onto it. She giggled, pulling out of my hands, and pulling a blanket out of her tote bag. She passed it to me, and we stretched it out on the bed of moss. We each continued disrobing until we were naked in each other's arms again.

She chuckled.

"What?" I asked, smiling at her joyfulness.

"We've got an audience," she said, pointing.

About 10 feet away, a large black squirrel was perched on its hind legs, watching us.

"He's going to get a show," I teased.

She rolled onto her back, opening her legs for me. "Promise?"

I moved over her, ready. "Absolutely." I rubbed my stiffness against her, pressing between her moist lips. I could hear her wetness. She was more than ready.

It was beautiful, making love to her in the open air, feeling the breeze against our bodies, hearing nature all around us. The moss was incredible, so soft underneath us, making the experience dreamlike. The sound of the running water was a comforting constant in the background. 

I felt strong and refreshed. The feeling of being inside her was amazing. I was pumping her easily, long firm strokes, no urge to hurry, no need for completion. The simple act was all I needed. I looked into her eyes, studying her, watching the emotions flutter across her face. She was getting excited, her breath coming faster, her hips driving back against me.

I kissed her softly, and was surprised by her passionate response. I picked up the pace, moving faster, taking her, claiming her, Mother Nature our sole witness.

She whimpered softly, pulling me down and hugging me tightly. I fucked her faster, harder, more desperately. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!" she moaned loudly, her whole body tensing underneath me. 

Her orgasm excited me to no end, and I sought my own release, moving my hips, searching out just the right friction and angle to enhance the feeling. When I found it, I started a nice motion, long strokes finishing deep inside of her, pulling out to the very edge of her warm treasure. "You're incredible," I told her softly.

"Jack, Jack," she gasped, arching underneath me, "soooo good," she groaned.

I was getting close, moving faster, spreading my knees wider, driving with my hips. "Fuck," I groaned. "Incredible."

She cried out loudly, coming for me again, and the experience pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her, making her scream for me. I came hard, pounding out rope after rope deep inside of her.

We lay in each other's arms, catching our breath, and reveling in the afterglow.

I gave her a kiss, and got up, slowly dressing. I enjoyed watching her cover up her body, getting those last few glimpses of her nakedness as she hid it away. I passed her the blanket, and pushed the moss back into place, where my actions had left dents and divots.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked.

"Making the bed," I told her, earning a chuckle.

We walked back hand-in-hand, quietly. I helped her over logs, and through the brush, while we slowly started chatting again.

"It's all so unbelievable, surreal," she said, as we saw the edge of the forest at the top of the hill.

I laughed. "You're getting the bug. It's been eating away at me for 5 years."

"I can see how. This place is addicting."

I don't know what came over me, but I didn't want it to end. "If you need a fix over the holidays, the door is always open."

She hesitated, her hand clutching mine. "You'll be too busy," she whispered.

"Not for you. Consider it, please."

"I'll think about it," she said shyly. She turned and gave me another quick kiss, before we broke out into the open.

The evening was quiet, with a simple steak and baked potato dinner prepared on the outdoor Weber grill by yours truly. We moved out to the porch, and talked long into the night. 

"What are you doing for Christmas, Bev?" I asked.

"Ham, with a house full of old farts, unless I have a better offer," she giggled. She was sipping on her second glass of wine, and I think she was already smashed.

"I get off from Christmas through New Year. I'd love the company."

"I was only teasing. I couldn't stand to interfere with your work," she said.

"Actually, I could still get a lot done, if you didn't mind. And still take Christmas and New Years off," I assured her.

"No promises, but I'll give it some thought." Bev answered. "I think I'd better call it a night. It's getting late." 

I got up to give her a kiss goodnight. Karen prepared her for bed, while I closed The House down for the night.

* * * 

After our afternoon dalliance, I wasn't sure if Karen would be up for some more fun, but she showed up in my room while I was still working at the fireplace. 

We were more playful, exploring each other's bodies, teasing and exciting each other until the urge to go further overwhelmed me. Our lovemaking was different, more urgent, more demanding on my part. We tried a variety of positions, and I prolonged the act as long as I was physically able, taking breaks whenever I got too worked up, alternating between the use of my mouth, my hands, and my needful cock. After seeing how sexy she was climaxing, down by the stream, I was determined to have her come for me again, successfully, a few times. 

I wasn't inexperienced, not by any means, but making love to Karen was different than anything I'd experienced, in a wonderful way. We meshed together perfectly, and when I could hold back no longer, I was completely satisfied, and enjoyed the feeling of my release within her. 

We were both utterly exhausted, and she fell asleep in my arms, with me drifting off soon after. 

During the night, I partially awoke again to that incredible feeling between my legs. I sighed peacefully, accepting her generous gift, moaning softly for her. I allowed her to get me off, remarkably quickly given the circumstances. I gave her my seed, and rolled over to take her in my arms, cuddling close for warmth in the cool room.

* * *

I was sorry to see them go, after such a short visit, and told them so.

"Please say you'll come back soon," I told Bev, with a hug at the airport. "If not at Christmas, then before the spring. I miss you already."

Bev cackled. "I know what you're missing already. And as much as I'd like to help you with that, I suspect I'd break a hip or worse." She reached up and gave me a kiss. "Thanks for sharing this. It's wonderful. Really."

I gave Karen a more intimate hug. "Come back soon."

She smiled, and squeezed me tightly. "I'll do what I can. These last few days have been nothing short of amazing. You're a hell of a man, Jack."

I kissed her, letting it prolong. "You're quite a woman yourself, Karen. I feel so spoiled and refreshed, and can't wait to get started on the second level."

"Stay in touch. I left my number on the kitchen table."

"Too late," I teased. "Already got it from Bev. You'll be hearing from me."

"Looking forward to it."

I hated to see them go, but I was aching to get back to work on that old house, to get her in better shape for their return.

* * *

That day was spent working on laying out the walls on the second floor, integrating the large vertical posts. I was originally going to lay it out much like the first floor and original design, with a large central hall and stairway, opening into four rooms on each side. I was still astounded by the pure size of the place, wondering how much space a single family needed. I remembered that back in the day, large families were not uncommon and servants might be housed as well. A spur of the moment decision had me changing things, creating only four spacious bedrooms, each essentially a suite.

With the first and second floors completed, I would have 4 huge bedrooms, each with its own full bath, on the second floor, with a kitchen, living room, dining room, study, bath and pantry on the first. I was thinking of leaving the third floor with a completely open layout, since it was unlikely I'd need to use it at all.

Which was good. The 3rd floor creeped me out. 

It was drafty, the ceiling was lower, and the fact that the original occupant had leaped to her death from there wasn't helping. Plus, after my couple of close calls while working, I wasn't all that keen on spending any more time there than needed. 

I did want to put in the windows on the second and third floors, but I was going to have to take my time on that until the funds improved. The House had 5 windows in front, two on each side, and three more in back. Twelve windows on the second floor. The third floor had 5 in front but only 1 on each side, and two in back. At over $240 a pop, I had enough money left to complete the second floor windows, but it would leave me nearly broke. I decided to just do the front, for the aesthetics, and one on each side. I'd leave the other five until my cash-flow was better. There was a lot of interior woodwork I could do in the meantime.

Between the trip to the airport, morning goodbyes, and closing off Bev's bedroom, I didn't get a lot done, but I was still feeling pretty good that I had a plan. 

Dinner was lonely, and I wasn't up to making anything fancy, so I scavenged sandwich fixings out of my depleted food stock, and called it a day early. 

I'd come to enjoy the late night porch drink and smoke, and indulged once more. A single malt and cigar was a nice way to end the day, and I told myself I'd have to put in a stock of both. 

I felt a little better after receiving the call from Bev. They'd made it back in one piece.

"I had to call," Bev explained. "I know I said I wouldn't, but I had to tell you. The last few days with you were the best I've spent in decades. Thank you, Jack."

"Bev, I feel exactly the same. I love this place, love working on it. For the first time ever, there's something wrong. It feels empty. I miss you already."

She giggled. I loved that giggle. It seemed to strip away the years. "I know what you're missing, young man."

"Tease all you want, crazy woman. You know the truth as well as I do. I miss my partner, my friend, my adopted Mom."

"I miss you too, Sweetie," she said softly. "I can't thank you enough."

"You're coming for Christmas, right?"

"I told you I'd think about it."

"You had half a day. Don't make me go down there and kidnap you."

"Fine. You're mean, to twist an old woman's arm like this. Can I bring Karen again?"

"You better. Unless you're planning on doing all the cooking."

"Right. I'm sure that's the reason."

"You're a terrible tease, aren't you Mom?"

"You're just figuring that out? It's not like I have much else to do these days. You wanna talk to her? She's standing right here, trying to act all cool and collected. Think I should make her wait any longer?"

"Let's make her sweat," I teased. "You know I'd rather talk to you than anyone else."

"Who's teasing now? Love you, Jack. I'm putting her on."

"Love you too," I said quickly.

"Love me? You barely know me! This is so sudden," Karen said softly.

Shit. Oh shit. "Uhh," I started.

"I'm kidding, Jack. Don't have a cow. I'll let her know what you said. Ol' cranky puss is in rare form. Flying makes her grouchy."

"You keep saying that. I don't see it."

"You're a guy. She's sweet on the guys. One guy in particular it seems. Can't say I blame her."

"I miss you already. You're coming back for Christmas with her, right?"

"Is that what she meant by twisting her arm? You talked her into it?" She sounded pleased.

"Seems so. You wouldn't be mean enough to send her alone, would you?"

Karen laughed. "If you're inviting, I'm there. I'm no fool." She stopped her giggling. "I miss you too. God, it's like I've known you for years, not a few days."

We chatted for a few more minutes before she begged off. "I really do need to take care of Bev. These long trips are hard on her. Thanks for calling. Think of me."

"Non-stop, I expect. Take good care of her."

"Of course. I owe her big time."

Going to bed I reviewed my plans for the upcoming week. Unfortunately my job still beckoned, but I should still get in plenty of work time each evening, four to five hours at least.

My bed was lonely. I missed Karen. I found myself stroking an erection, almost laughing. I didn't masturbate more than a couple of times a week, often less, but the recent spate of sexual escapades had me hard as a rock, without my new playmate to take care of things.

The room was warm from the heat of the fireplace. I pulled the covers aside, and closed my eyes, remembering. I could almost feel her stroking me, sliding her warm mouth over my cock. The feeling was incredible, tingling, setting my nerves on fire.

I looked down at my hardness, standing tall, basking in the feeling running up and down my shaft. I grabbed the second pillow, putting it behind my head, propping myself up. I was getting close, so close. 

With a gasp I bolted upright. I was being stroked, but it wasn't me. 

It wasn't anybody. I was alone in bed, but I had felt it, a smooth soft movement up and down my length. I looked around, doubting my own senses.

Then it started again. A tingling feeling, that set the hair on my legs to standing on end. A soft movement, up and down my rod. It wasn't a stray breeze, or some other oddity. It was clearly a stroking. I gazed down between my legs. I didn't see anything at first, then I noticed the skin on my shaft was shifting up and down with the movement. 

Was I crazy? Was I dreaming? What the hell was going on!

The feeling was intense, and I felt a new pressure on the head, enclosing it. Without warning, I felt the urge to come burst upon me, and I groaned as I exploded. It was powerful, and my hips bucked against the invisible force, spasm after spasm of pleasure emptying me. Yet when it was over, I looked down at my wilting cock to see it was dry and clean. No evidence of what had just happened.

I didn't believe in ghosts, or spirits, or succubi, or any other supernatural visitor, but my brain was short-circuiting, and I had no explanation for what had just happened. 

Suddenly I was clammy, cold. I pulled the covers up and huddled underneath them.

It took me forever to get to sleep.

* * *

I was useless at work the next day, my mind still in a fog. It must have been my imagination, or a very real dream. I managed to answer a few calls, and avoid any serious snafus. I was glad when the end of the work day rolled around.

I delayed going home, stopping by the hardware store and ordering the windows, then hitting the grocery store to restock. I even splurged at the local Wendy's. By the time I finally got to The House, I had convinced myself that it had been my imagination.

An imagination that was running amok.

I found myself imagining things, touches to my hair, something brushing against my hip. I was normally pretty quiet when on my own, but I was talking to The House, asking if anybody was there. What did they want? What was going on?

At least moving some wood and tools up to the second floor distracted me for a while, and I worked later than I would normally during the week. I still opted for a scotch on the porch, nervous about going to bed. I made it a double.




That Old House



When I finally retired to my room, it was well after midnight. I put on a pair of boxers, and climbed under the covers. I kept my hand clear of my waist, in case playing with myself had been a catalyst to whatever the hell happened. I felt foolish, more convinced than ever that my mind was playing tricks on me. 

I fell asleep easier than I would have thought possible.

It was cool in the room. I was slowly waking to that same wondrous feeling. My covers had been pushed aside, and my cock was sticking up out of the fly in my boxers, hard and happy. I almost leaped out of the bed, when I recognized the stroking from the night before. I reached my hand down to see if I could feel anything, but there was nothing to feel. Moving my hand up and down, I sensed that same tingling, almost like static electricity, and the hair on my arms stood up. When I pulled my hand away, the tingling went away, but the feeling surrounding my cock lingered, and if anything intensified.

What the fuck?

What was happening to me? Inwardly, I knew I should be concerned, but I felt nothing but pleasure. I wasn't scared. I wasn't even nervous. I was being pleasured, being tended with gentleness. I moaned. The intensity was as strong as the previous night, stirring me strongly.

"You're going to make me come," I said softly.

I felt that enveloping closure around my cock. Not warm precisely, but blocking the coolness of the room. The crown of my head was being teased, my shaft stroked. I felt the end approaching and watched. I came hard, grunting, and saw my cum disappearing. Rope after rope I expelled, only to watch it immediately fade away.

The stroking continued for a brief moment longer, and then to my amazement, my cock was tucked back into my boxers. 

"Why?" I asked the empty room.

I didn't really expect an answer and I didn't get one.

* * *

Once it started, it only got worse.

I was marginally more useful at work, and was able to complete a customer visit without fucking up too badly. I was making slow progress on The House, sometimes speaking to Bev and/or Karen on my phone while working. I didn't mention my late night visitor of course. I didn't believe it, how could they?

I went back to sleeping naked, and found that if I made myself available when I got in the bed, my spectral friend would go to work right away. The feelings were intensifying, the stroking more pronounced. I imagined it was a mouth finishing me, and felt the reaction more intensely. I could feel suction. The tingling was as strong as ever, but the motion had a more physical element.

Each time I came, I was still surprised to find myself clean and dry afterward. The release was exhausting, leaving me cold and trembling, yet frighteningly satisfied.

My visitor was becoming greedier, and I was waking most nights to another erection being tended to. I experimented with staying in bed in the morning, stroking myself, and quickly found my helper was willing to take over for me. A steaming hot shower afterward took care of any lingering aftereffects.

By the time the weekend arrived, I considered myself lucky. All the stories I'd heard about ghosts or spirits had never hinted at this. No eerie noises, no furniture clattering, no strange footsteps. Just a willing sex buddy, with the singular goal of getting me off. Was that really so bad?

I took a break midday on Sunday, after lunch and a call to my girls out west. I cleaned up, stripped down and climbed in my bed naked, waiting to see if anything would happen. It took a couple of minutes and I wasn't disappointed. 

It was different. I felt the touch, but this time it was on my chest, fondling me, stroking me. The tingling was minimized, replaced with the feather-light contact. The caressing slowly moved southward, bypassing my limp cock, and focusing on my legs. I looked at the bed to see if I could detect any movement, but it was all limited to my body.

My cock wasn't left alone long, and I felt the motion on it, the slight pressure caressing, then surrounding me. I quickly hardened, imagining invisible hands stroking me to readiness.

I relaxed, giving myself over to the feeling, letting my spectral guest work. I could feel the motion clearly, imagining where the fingers enveloped me, the lone thumb opposite. The mouth settled down early, encasing me, moving further down my shaft. 

"That's nice," I murmured, being rewarded with a teasing of the head.

As was usual, I came rather quickly, but my ghostly fellatrix continued to stroke me, playing with me, teasing me, rapidly restoring my hardness. It took longer the second time, but I was able to deliver a second gift after a few minutes.

I felt the movement again, moving up my body, brushing across my nipples. A gentle tingling pressure against my lips almost made me jump, but I held still, feeling the pressure return, a soft hint against my parted lips, but undeniable.

I closed my eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. 

"Who are you?" I asked softly.

It might have been my imagination, but I thought I heard the faintest of whispers.

"...friend..."

* * *

It had only been three weeks since Bev and Karen had left, and three more weeks until they'd be coming back out for Christmas. I was hard at work, determined to impress them with the updated second floor.

Things were moving ahead great. I was completely energized, my real-world job doing well, and The House effort was paying off. My first several months of working on The House on my own had been difficult emotionally. I was alone, except for the remote Bev, who at the time had been a wonderful anchor, but seemed more like an audience than a participant.

The long weekend together had changed all that. I saw her as a partner now, so much of her life vested in my project. Karen was in, too. Whereas Bev focused on every detail of The House, Karen was fascinated with the place as a whole, especially the property, the landscaping, the stream and our fabulous forest. Each day I continued to send them pictures of my work, holding back a few surprises for their visit.

The time since then had introduced a new partner into my plans. 

My bedtime visitor was making her presence more known. I thought of my uninvited guest as a 'her', I guess my macho self couldn't imagine anyone satisfying me sexually as anything else.

The touches were becoming common events, brushing against me whenever I took a break. Only inside The House, although the porch was included. It was crazy, I know. No other word for it. I loved her touch, and started seeking it out. After a day's work, I'd come home tired. I'd change, prepare myself dinner, and unwind on the porch, calling my girls nearly every evening. About a week earlier, I'd felt her touch on my cheek, my neck, while on the phone. I don't know what made me do it, but I stood and lowered my pants and boxers. I was speaking with Karen, having finished my call with Bev, and the sensation started. I was hard within moments, but the touch was different, teasing. It was only after I got off the phone that the real action started. 

I leaned back, sipping a beer, and let her pleasure me. The warmth was there, the sliding pressure, the gentle movement. I lasted a couple of minutes, completed another orgasm that left me dry, got dressed and proceeded to work on the upstairs.

My new daily routine had me putting on a robe for dinner, getting my spectral blowjob, working a few hours on The House, getting another one after my evening shower, waking to another in the middle of the night, and starting the day right with yet another. I didn't understand it. There was something about her touch that brought me to near instant readiness. It seemed no matter how often I came, she could always get me ready for more.

I was talking to her now. Not getting any response other than the usual touch or caress. I'd finished framing all the rooms upstairs, installed the wiring, and was starting to put up the walls. I expected that by the end of the weekend, I'd have two of the rooms finished on the inside. I was leaving the plumbing and hallway walls open until I got my electrician to sign off on the wiring. Most of each paycheck went for more things for The House. Other than gas and food, I had few expenses.

I was pleasantly exhausted, relaxed, the fire keeping the room toasty, the covers pulled aside. It was late, after 1:00 am, and my friend was in a hurry. I was barely in the bed, before I felt her touch.

I chuckled, getting comfortable. "We can go twice in a row, if you like," I said.

She worked me through the first one pretty quickly. I groaned my release, and was surprised to feel her touch moving up my body. Looking down I could see the sparse hairs on my chest moving as the caress continued upward. It advanced to my neck, and across my cheeks, until it seemed my face was being held. I moaned as a faint pressure descended on my lips, a gentle touch opening them. An incredibly sweet invisible kiss.

My erection had returned, and I groaned as I felt another touch, down there. A renewed pressure, enveloping me, invisible lips still grazing mine. It started moving, and my hips responded automatically. 

"God that feels good, Mary," I groaned.

As quickly as that, all the sensation disappeared. I was left with an aching hard-on, and a fear that my words had frightened my friend off. I was stunned for a moment, the haze that enveloped me during my visitations slower to disappear than her touch.

I had never given the visitor a name, not in my head, and certainly not out loud. I don't know why I said that, or picked that name. I guess that's not completely true, moments after I was alone, I suspected the reason. Bev's Aunt Mary was the one who had met her untimely demise in The House. I didn't know any other Mary, and once I thought about it, I realized I associated her with The House stronger than anything else. 

After the way I'd scared her off I guess I was wrong. Hell, the original house had been built at least 140 years before she ever graced it with her presence. Who knows how many dozens of people lived in it over the years? Or if that even had anything to do with what was going on.

I didn't get woken up in the night. After waiting almost half an hour in the morning, I didn't receive my morning gift. I felt bad, mildly depressed, while I worked on one of my side projects the whole morning. No touches during the day, no mystery caresses. I was alone in The House.

A brief call to Bev raised my spirits a bit after lunch, and I went back upstairs to work on the bedrooms. The walls were finished with the same wood I was using for everything. Drywall would have been easier, but nothing was cheaper than free wood, and I certainly had enough of that. I used it for the flooring, for the walls, even for the ceilings. I loved the feel of it, the smell, and knowing it came from the property. Mostly hickory for framing, white oak for paneling, and red oak for the flooring. I couldn't bring myself to cut down any of the most spectacular specimens, but clearing the road to The House gave me plenty to work with, including a good bit of pine nearest the road. The diversity of the trees still amazed me.

After dinner, it was back to side projects before calling it a night. I waited, hopefully for a late night visit, but was disappointed.

By Sunday night, I was starting to think it had all been my imagination. A ghostly friend with benefits? Right. I'd made great progress on the second floor, and was feeling good about things again. I made an early night of it, calling the girls, sipping my scotch on the porch, and settling in with a cigar. 

I showered the sweat off, and gave it another 30 minutes or so, exposing myself, hoping for a visit. No luck, however, and I settled in for a restless night.

When I woke, it was still pitch dark out, and my covers were gone. I was hard and being serviced. "Sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean to offend."

The action continued, more demanding, and after a couple of minutes of attention, I moaned my release. I was happy for the moment, and settled back in. I pulled the covers up, and almost laughed when they slowly slid off my body again. The touching started, caressing my chest, then shoulders. I felt movement on my hardening cock, and once again, the feeling of complete envelopment.

"Thank you, that's incredible," I whispered softly, as my mysterious visitor slid up and down my length.

I closed my eyes, and felt her brush against my lips. I kissed her back, thrusting upward needily. Something moved between my lips and I opened my mouth. I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into a mirage, a barely visible pair of dark eyes gazing back at me.

My heart raced and I had to resist screaming. The eyes moved away, and I could make out the barest outline of a feminine face, almost a shimmer in the air, the surrounding room clear behind it. The motion was still going on at my waist, and even the fear couldn't stop me from responding. I was getting close, too close, when the movement stopped. The phantasmal face moved downward and captured my cock, only moments before I erupted. 

The feeling was stronger than ever before, and I gasped, shooting off over and over again, until I was totally spent. I lay there sweating, my chest heaving, fighting off a case of the shakes. Looking down, I saw the face was gone. That's all it ever was, no body, not even hair, just a hint of a face. A beautiful one.

Trembling, I reached for the covers, only to stop when they slowly crawled up my body, covering me up. My lips were brushed against momentarily, and I was left wondering for my sanity.

* * *

The following week passed, and I was back into my regular daily schedule. No more faces, but I was serviced three or four times a day. I still spoke to her softly, only of my pleasure. No names, no questions. I didn't want to scare her away. 

On Tuesday I was given the flight arrival times for Bev and Karen. They'd be arriving a week from Thursday on December 23rd, in the evening. I had Friday off for Christmas, so that worked out perfectly. The following week was our Christmas shutdown, from the 27th, through New Years. I'd have plenty of time to spend with the girls.

Jim, my electrician inspected my electrical work, and after insisting on a few changes, signed off on it, for a couple of hundred bucks. I called Andrew, took Friday afternoon off, and had him out. He looked over the work, signed off his paper, and gave me the nice green tag I needed to keep going, at least legally. I took the opportunity to invite him and his family out over the Christmas holiday. I think I surprised him.

"Maybe Sunday the 26th?" I offered.

He grinned. "I need to check in at home, but I know Brianna would love to see the place, after all I've told her. You don't mind the kids?"

"Heck no. One day I wouldn't mind filling the place with my own. Try to talk her into it. I'll have some guests over, the original owner and her nurse."

He smirked. "I know you're not going to tell me you're living in there."

"Of course not! My trailer may be a little crowded, but it's still here."

He grinned. "Alright Jack. No more questions from me. But if you could get the third floor wired and the plumbing finished, as well as put in the last windows, I imagine we can find a way to get you a habitation permit. Please don't drag it out too long."

"Believe me, if I had the funds, I'd do it tomorrow. It'll be a few more months probably, but I'll see what I can do."

"If you want, I can talk to Dale at the bank. I'm sure he could work out a short-term loan for you. It's not like you don't have a couple of million dollars of collateral here."

A couple of million? "I doubt it's worth anywhere near that."

"Are you kidding? Nearly 500 acres, worth at least $4 grand an acre? Hell, the guys at the University are hammering on me to get everything from the creek north declared a national treasure. Dr. Jansen is convinced you have a State Champion beech on your property. Your lumber alone is probably worth three times what the land is, although it would be a real shame to cut any of the old growth down."

I was stunned by his numbers, and realized I had no idea what I was sitting on. "I think I'm in way over my head. I'm gonna need some help. Shit, I hadn't even thought about what the property taxes were going to run me."

"That shouldn't be too bad. I'm guessing that 490+ acres of the land will come under agricultural timber management. It'll cost you a few thousand a year, tops. The property taxes on the house will cost you more than that. I wouldn't sweat it yet. As long as you don't do anything with the land other than right around this house, you should be safe. I'll ask around."

Once he'd left, I knew I needed to take some time and do some real research and planning. I was feeling more than a little stressed.

Saturday, the daily caresses continued, and it seemed like things were back to normal with my special friend. I received my morning wake up call, a surprise lunchtime relief, and another visit during my porch unwinding time. I had completed a couple of my surprise projects, and was particularly relaxed. 

I was talking to her again, describing what I wanted to do with The House, asking her opinion on decisions, not expecting any reply. It was similar to what I was doing with Bev. I'd hate to think how weird it would have looked if anyone saw me.

At dinner, I even set her a place at the table. I wasn't so far gone that I served her food, but for some reason I thought she might join me.

"Bev and Karen are coming for Christmas next week. I hope you don't mind." 

Of course there was no response.

"I really need to figure out a worthy present for Bev. You know she's the one who sold me this place. Gave it to me really. I couldn't have done any of this without her."

After a suitably long pause, I continued. "Andrew's probably bringing his family by for dinner next Sunday. It'll be nice to have a full house. I don't know what it was like in your day, but now there's a million ways the government messes with you. We're lucky to have him on our side. He could have made this hell on us, but he's been a Godsend."

I continued my one-sided conversation throughout dinner and the cleanup. I was feeling good about the inspection and my progress. I knew I'd be able to finish the four bedroom walls the next day. I only put in a couple of hours after dinner and decided to call it a day.

"Join me on the porch? I think I'll have a night cap and we can hit the bed early. We both deserve to celebrate a bit. This was a big day."

I didn't dress down for my break. I had my drink and a smoke, and chatted. I knew she was with me. I could sense it. 

"I wish I knew something about you. What I should call you. I think we'll be together for a long time. I know I'm not going anywhere, this is my dream house."

I told her of my obsession with the place, hunting down information on it, tracking down Bev. I rehashed my first meetings at the senior home, and her generous gift. I even told her about what I knew of the history.

I was out there a good hour, in the cool night air. I was getting cold, and figured I'd had enough. "Come to bed, beautiful? Celebrate with me?"

I was only a little surprised when I felt her wispy kiss. 

I took a quick shower. I wanted to be clean for her. Why? I have no idea. It was important to me. I dried off, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and retired to my bedroom. I built up the fire to keep the chill out, pulled down the sheets, and climbed on the bed.

I felt her touch within moments, making me hard. "Can we take it slow? I'm here for you. As many times as you want, tonight. Whatever you need."

I guess she took me at my word. She teased me, her always faint touch just a whisper against my flesh. Her kiss, on the other hand, was firmer and warmer than ever. I had a flash of her face, it materialized for only a few seconds. Her hair was long and dark, piercing eyes that drilled down to my very soul, lips that offered a hint of a smile.




That Old House



"You are beautiful," I whispered softly. "So young and beautiful, it makes my heart ache."

Her appearance faded after a few more seconds, but I knew where her face had gone, as my shaft was taken into her mouth. "I love how you do that," I told her.

She took her time, teasing, getting me close twice before finishing me. That was something new. New and delicious. I felt her touch, exploring my body, then some more of her delightful kisses.

"I mean it. As much as you want tonight. Three, even four times, if you'd like."

I had no idea what I'd invited. The second blow job was a quick one, following only a few minutes after my invitation. Unbelievably, her touch had me hard again. I sensed her movement. "Ride me beautiful."

It was agonizingly sweet. Her slow, gentle movement, her soft caresses, the occasional kiss. I saw something new, I hadn't noticed before. There would be a pause, and the angle of my cock against my body would change. She was changing position.

"Enjoying yourself, wild thing?" I teased.

The motion sped up, and I moaned as the pleasurable feelings reached a new plateau. "You are simply incredible," I confessed. "That feels amazing."

My cock was pointed forward, and I knew she was hovering over me, rocking back and forth on my cock. My hips were working with her. I could swear I felt her breath on my face. Her face appeared for a moment. She was smiling, and damn if she didn't wink at me, before disappearing again. 

"So...damn...good," I moaned. "I hope...you're...enjoying this."

Her lips claimed mine, almost real in their firmness. The movement changed, an odd feeling, moving around my cock. I realized she was grinding against me. The lips were gone. I had a short glimpse of her face, coming into focus for only a second, forehead crinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed shut.

"...coming..."

It was shocking. Mind blowing. I gasped my own pleasure. "Gonna..."

Abruptly, my cock was uncovered, and I shot my load into the air, far more than I had any right to for a third time. Moments after I started coming, the head was covered again, and the remainder disappeared into nothingness. The action continued, and when it stopped, my cock was clean once more.

I chuckled. "You finally speak to me, and that's what you've got to say? Coming?"

She moved up my body, touching, caressing, toying with me.

If I expected a break, I was sorely mistaken. Her touch became frenzied, all over the place, tagging and moving, surprising me. Her lips met mine, and moments later something was pressing my lips. I tested it with my tongue, and felt a firm nipple which I sucked on for the few moments it was present. 

I was ready again, and accepted that there was something impossible about her touch. Instant full hardness, and I was being ridden again. It didn't seem natural, hell, it wasn't natural. My heart was beating like a hammer, my skin clammy and chilled. I felt cold, everywhere except my burning hot shaft, driving into my spectral girlfriend. "Fuck me," I groaned.

Her presence became more solid after each new time. I could feel weight on my hips for the first time, hands resting on my chest. It was still a soft, almost feathery touch, but it was there. Physical contact. Real.

My focus was narrowing, vision tunneling, my pulse beating loudly in my head. I reached down to touch her, my hands meeting no resistance. The hair on my arms stood on end, goose bumps rising. 

She was merciless. The warm tunnel encasing my shaft was moving impossibly fast, pulsing around me, tingling, driving me crazy. I groaned, legs shaking, muscles tensing. I needed to come for her. I had to. Desperately.

I felt the end approaching, her movement stretching out, longer strokes, demanding. Something was probing my mouth, but what it was, I had no idea. Those dark eyes appeared above me, my narrowing vision incapable of seeing anything beyond their burning need, gazing into mine. I was paralyzed, helpless, muscles cramping. The sounds escaping my throat were indecipherable, even to me.

I cried out, thrusting madly, as my cock settled deeply inside her, tracking her movements, inescapable. My seed jettisoned powerfully, continuously, pumping incessantly, until I lost my grip with reality and consciousness.

* * *

I was cold, trembling, clutching my covers. Someone was stroking my hair. I cracked my eyelids, and saw those dark orbs staring back into mine. The last I'd seen of them, they'd been on fire, intense. Now they appeared soft, concerned.

"...sorry..."

I reached out to her, and watched in amazement as her head took shape, no longer transparent, now translucent, as solid as I'd ever seen her. Her lips were full, corners turned down in concern. Her long hair shimmered, hanging naturally. My hand met resistance as it touched her cheek, and her own cupped mine, holding it against her face. 

"You're b-b-beautiful," I managed to croak, through chattering teeth.

Her lips parted, a smile painting her face. Her hand appeared before me, her slender fingers caressing my face. Her fingertips touched my eyelids, and I closed them, drifting off again.

* * *

I ached. The sheets were wet, sticking to my skin. I pushed the covers away, struggling to sit up. I lowered my legs over the side of the bed, stretching, clearing my head. I looked around, getting my bearings. I was alone.

As if reading my mind, I felt her touch, sliding down my bare back. "Hi," I said softly.

Two hands, brushing across my shoulders.

"That was... different. I think we'll call two the limit in the future." I tried to sound casual, and not reflect the fear of her I felt for the first time. Instinctively, I knew there was no malice. She understood no more than I, the risk in completely submitting to her.

The touch lingered on my skin as I stood. I stumbled to the shower, and stood under the hot water, lathering up thoroughly, until I felt clean once more. I was surprised that I didn't feel sore between my legs. Overall I felt better, just worn out. When I was done bathing, I put on my robe, and hit the kitchen.

I set the table for both of us, and made myself a couple of sandwiches. It was past 1:00 in the afternoon, and I felt listless, drained. Lying in bed, I'd spent my conscious moments trying to understand what was happening to me. I took a pad of paper and wrote notes placing them on the table in front of her seat. From right to left, they read "Don't Know", "Yes", "No", and "Maybe". I looked for something lightweight, and placed a plastic bottle-cap in front of the notes, centered between the 'Yes' and 'No'.

I sat with my sandwich and chips, took a big bite, and waited a moment to make sure my friend joined me. "You have a hard time speaking, don't you?"

The bottle-cap trembled, and moved in front of the 'Yes'. My heart leaped.

"Did you know it would be like that, last night?"

The piece of plastic shifted over a couple of inches in front of the 'No'.

I took a couple of bites, wondering how far I wanted to push it. "Does it bother you, for me to ask these questions?"

The bottle-cap moved onto the 'No', on top of the note, and bounced up and down a couple of times. Pretty emphatic. 

"You want to communicate with me?"

The cap rose up and settled directly on the 'Yes'.

"Good," I said, working on my sandwich. I took a drink of my soda, washing it down. "You're getting stronger, clearer. You need what we're doing, don't you?"

The bottle-cap rose up and settled back down on the 'Yes'.

"Is there anything else I can do, to help?"

The cap shifted, then slowly moved to the end 'Don't Know'.

"Is this difficult for you? Tiring? What we're doing now?"

The cap shifted downward, moving raggedly before settling over the 'Maybe'.

That seemed like an odd response. Not difficult? Something else? I thought about it, trying to make sense. I spoke my thoughts aloud. "Not really difficult or tiring, something else? I can see you're getting stronger, more substantial. You're speaking, showing me yourself. Your touch is firmer. You don't seem to mind touching me, that's more frequent."

I wasn't paying too much attention, my thoughts rambling. I saw the cap was shifting, and after my last words it shifted in front of the 'Yes'. 

"Making yourself seen, speaking, that's more difficult," I said.

The cap shifted over to the 'No', then slid to the 'Maybe' and back to the 'No'.

"No? Not more difficult? But you do it much less. There must be a reason. Half a dozen words, you seemed willing enough to show yourself while we were doing it. If not difficult, why not? It is... what... costly?"

The cap jumped over to the yes.

"Costly... draining?"

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I think I understood. "What we do, you need it to get stronger. Becoming visible, talking, things like that, it drains you."

YES. The cap came down strongly.

"I see. The touching, the small movements, they don't cost you much, do they. The other stuff does."

YES.

"So what we need to do is save your energy, while building you up. Is that right?"

The cap didn't move, but moments later, I felt her lips on mine. It was always a little surprising. The kiss lingered, firmer, warmer.

"I'm going to take that as a 'Yes'."

The lips tickled my ear, and a soft breath seemed to caress me. 

"...please..."

"Shhh. Save your strength. No talking, just kiss me."

She did, and I think we had an understanding. I thought about what was happening, how easily I accepted the insanity. While I ate, I saw the papers shift. The 'Yes' moved to my right, the 'No' to my left. I was a little confused. I felt a firm tug on my right earlobe, and the bottle-cap was placed on the 'Yes'. A few seconds later, there was another tug, this time on my left ear. The cap settled over the 'No'. She wasn't very subtle.

I chuckled, and tugged my own right ear. "I get it. 'Yes' on the right, 'No' on the left."

That earned me a tug on the right ear, and another feathery kiss.

I cleaned up after myself, and headed to the bedroom to dress. I laid out my clothing and removed my robe. I had wanted to do a lot today, and I'd already blown the entire morning. I felt her touch, gentle, tentative.

My thoughts returned to how she'd drained me, worn me out the night before. I don't believe she meant to do it. For some reason, as foolish as it may seem, I felt no animosity, no fear. If anything, after seeing her that morning, I sensed remorse. It was an accident. We just had to be more careful.

I shifted the clothing over, and lay in the middle of the unmade bed. "Let's fill you up, beautiful."

The lips on mine were soft, gentle, but consistent. Her tongue was between my lips, moving slowly, brushing against mine. Then they moved down my body, and I was hardening in her mouth. She was gentle, taking her time, letting me last a few minutes before I came for her. 

Her lips returned to mine, briefly.

"Enough for now?"

I felt the tug on my right ear. Yes.

"Good. We'll do it more, but spread it out, Ok?"

'Yes.'

"Alright. I have a ton to do if we're going to get this house straightened out. Time for work."

I got a quick little kiss, and some teasing touches while I got dressed. I think we understood each other.

* * *

Things had changed. No doubt about it. I was energized again, working hard on The House. Every few hours I'd take a break, and if I opened my pants, I soon was on the receiving side of another invisible blowjob. I got lots of little touches, and occasional responses to my talking, little tugs on my ears, soft caresses. No images, no speech, just the pleasure, and light touches.

My evening calls were still happening. I wasn't disclosing everything I was working on, but kept Bev and Karen updated. I was eager to see them, but a little nervous about whether my ghostly girl was going to make herself known to my guests. I didn't know how to approach discussing it.

Evenings we spent together, and while we were engaged in our trysts, she'd show herself to me on occasion, sometimes teasingly. Her breast would appear in front of my face, moments before her nipple would ease down to my lips. Her eyes, her face, commonly showed up in front of mine, just a quick glimpse to let me see her, see what she was feeling, how she was responding. 

I know it was physically impossible, but I was coming for her five, six even seven times a day, often twice before sleep. Workdays, it was usually five or six times. And still, every time she touched me, I was ready for her again.

Wednesday, I needed to take a break. "I have to do some Christmas shopping. Do a little decorating. I guess I'm going to have to settle for what I've completed so far. Any ideas?"

I don't know why I asked. It wasn't like she would answer. Especially not during my welcome home blowjob. I delivered her reward, and headed into town. I didn't have a lot of money to spare, but I wanted to find something nice.

Main Street had several boutique type stores, but I was having a hard time finding anything I liked. I had found a couple of little things but I wanted something better, more meaningful. I turned onto a side street, with several antiques set out on the sidewalk.

I stepped into the cluttered shop, a variety of 'antiques' on display. In some ways, it seemed almost like a yard sale. Lots of the things seemed like junk, and yet scattered among them were obvious treasures. An older, gray-haired, largish woman was observing me. 

"Anything special I can help you with?" she asked. 

"Just browsing," I said, not wanting to be bothered or pushed. I looked up at her, and froze. On the wall behind her were numerous old pictures, and just over her shoulder was my house.

She caught my glance. "An old picture perhaps? They're all local, mostly photos from the 20's and 30's."

I moved closer, leaning over the counter. "The House?"

She turned and looked at it. "One of our most famous. Over 200 years old, you know. South of here, a few miles. Beautiful, wasn't it?"

"How much?"

She smiled, and pulled it off the wall, looking on the back. "It's an original, not a print. Most of the others are more reasonable."

"No, that one."

"I could let you have it for $250."

$250! For a picture? For that I could put in another window, and it got me no closer to the gifts I needed to buy. Still, how could I pass it up?

She saw my hesitation, and pulled down a different picture. "Main Street. 1907. All but two buildings are gone now, $20, $36 with the frame."

I ignored the picture, studying the others on the wall.

She tilted up the original picture. "You really like this one, don't you? Tell you what? It's Christmas, let's make it $220, and I'll wrap it."

I pulled the picture closer, studying it. I was stunned. The porch I'd built was almost a mirror image of the one in the photo. I examined the landscaping, trying to determine what the plants were, how I could replicate the layout.

She breathed deeply, almost a gasp. "You're him, aren't you?"

"Him?"

"The guy rebuilding the house. You're him."

"Guilty."

"Why now?" she asked.

"I just got possession 8 months ago. I've wanted to fix it up for 5 years." I looked up at her, and her smile had changed. More genuine, less 'salesy'. 

"I understand. My husband and I got bit bad by one of those old places. It's an addiction."

"Obsession."

She nodded. "How's it going? Making good progress?"

"The exterior and first floor are almost complete. I was hoping to have it completed by spring, but it's more expensive than I ever could have imagined. I've nearly run out of money, so I'll be taking it slower in the near future. I guess I'll still be able to do some of the interior finish work, but I was really counting on getting all the windows in this year."

She had a cute laugh, which set her whole body bouncing. "Tell me about it, every penny I make seems to get poured back into the bottomless pit we live in. Thank God my husband earns a good living." She paused a moment, while I studied the picture more carefully. "Let me check my books. I think I have some things you'll want to see."

She disappeared in back. I thought it was rather trusting of her, leaving the place empty. It was a long time before I heard from her. At least 20 minutes, and I was getting antsy as my time for shopping ticked away. I was checking out the other pictures, but kept returning to my house. 

"Lock the front door, Honey? And come on back."

I followed her directions, and walked through the back door. If I thought the front was cluttered, the large back room looked like a hoarder's wet dream.

She was tugging something off a shelf, and it looked like she was stuck. I helped her, moving a broken desktop out of the way, while she pulled a large ornately framed mirror free. She carried it to the corner, among a dozen more items. An eclectic collection. Then a framed picture caught my attention. The frame was cracked, one corner broken off. The glass was clouded. None of that mattered.

It was her. My girl.

"These are all supposed to have come from your house. Part of an estate sale I picked up about 20 years ago. Little of it has much valuable, mostly common stuff, and not in the greatest shape. I understand it was scavenged from the house after the fire."

"How much?"

"For the picture?"

"For all of it. How much for all of it."

She was slow to respond. "The picture up front as well?"

"Please." I gazed at the young woman in the photo. She was seated on my porch, an ivory and lace full length dress carefully spread around her ankles. Her hair was up. Even in faded sepia tones she was absolutely stunning.

"You know the story?"

I nodded. "I bought the property from the original owner's niece. She filled me in."

"Sad. Lovely girl to die so young. They had a baby." She shuffled through the stuff, and pulled out a silver frame. A picture of the family showed the wife seated, husband standing over her shoulder, a beautiful infant in her arms. A handsome family. They looked happy. I'm certain they were.

"$250," she said softly.

"And for the rest of it?"

"For all of it. You should have it. It belongs in that house. I'll almost break even. I would only ask that you invite me up to see it all sometime when you're finished."

It wasn't fair to her. I have no idea what antiques are worth, but it had to be more than that. "Let me pay you $500. I know it's not enough, but it's all I have."

She shook her head. "Save your money for the restoration. I'm sure you'll need it. I'd feel guilty if I slowed you down."

I looked up at her, stunned by her generosity. "Sunday? I'm having a few people up Sunday. The House is not nearly done yet, but I've made a lot of progress. Could you and your husband make it?"

She was slow to respond. "My daughter's family is coming up for Christmas."

"Invite them. Please. I'd love to have you come. You have no idea what this means to me."

She grinned. "I think I do. Look at my business. Everything tells me a story. If you can help turn that tragic old building into something wonderful again, it would be a miracle. I understand."

No you don't, I thought. "Can you make it?"

"I'll try. I'd love to, I just have to convince the rest of them. Any special time?"

"Anytime after 2:00. I'm serving an early dinner."

"I don't know how long I'll be able to stay, but we'll be there. Thank you."

"No, thank you. This is perfect. I can't believe how fortunate I am to have found your place."

"Surely you don't think it's a coincidence, do you?" she asked enigmatically. "Some things are meant to happen. I'm certain this is one." She closed her book. "There are a few more things around her somewhere. When I have a chance I'll see if I can hunt them down."

I paid her, thanking her profusely. I loaded up my truck, still unable to believe my luck. I was never much of a believer in fate, but that was changing. I mean, seriously? What were the odds?




That Old House Ch. 02



With an acknowledgement to Willie Nelson's "I Just Dropped By" for the idea (but not the detail, of course!)

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS.

THAT OLD HOUSE

* 

Gary read his new contract quickly; he was always a fast reader. This time however, he had to keep slowing down and even re-read some of the paragraphs.

"Wow, the generous old bugger! He must really like me."

George had nominated a Managing Director's salary of a figure far exceeding Gary's expectations, plus generous additional benefits which included an executive car, health plan and even a clothing allowance. There were to be generous holidays and other fringe benefits for his family as he, Gary, saw fit. In short, Gary was to be all powerful!

Tucked into the back of the folder was a hand-written note.

'Hope that this is OK for you! By the way, I think that Molly fancies a fuck or two before she leaves. Feel free!'

"Your breakfast is all ready darling," called Gerry from downstairs. Gary jumped from the bed, pulled on his underpants and, tucking his folder under his arm, headed for the stairs calling out "coming" as he did so.

He entered the kitchen, immediately assailed by the wonderful smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. He grabbed his lover, now partially covered by a protective smock, and kissed her firmly, sliding his hands under the smock to squeeze her naked buttocks.

"I'm starving," he gasped, sitting at the table and taking a gulp at his coffee. "Fucking Hell, that's hot!" he spluttered.

"Serves you right," laughed Gerry. She pointed at the red folder. "Is it a good contract?"

"I'll say! You read it while I eat."

Gerry sat down and picked up the folder, starting to read. She didn't know much about business, Gary's in particular, but even she could see the generous terms being offered. She read every word in silence, including George's note at the end. Gary had finished as she read it.

"What do you think?"

"Who's Molly?"

Gary laughed. "Oh, Molly is his secretary, didn't you realise? The one he fucked on his desk. The one who's going to run away with him!"

"How old is she? Is she attractive?"

"Molly's about forty and yes, she is attractive; very attractive."

"And will you fuck her?"

"Ah," said Gary, not wanting to answer yet. "I tell you what; if I do I'll confess to you!"

"And I shall thrash you with my little cane, you naughty dirty boy you!"

Gary looked at Gerry, full in the face.

"Have you got one? A cane I mean?"

"Oh yes, I'll show it to you one day soon."

As the conversation moved away from the subject of fucking Molly, Gary finished his coffee and stood up. He took Gerry in his arms and kissed her, untying the smock and pushing it off her body. Then he picked her up and carried her up to her bedroom where he literally threw her on to the mattress.

Gary climbed aboard Gerry's lovely body, sitting down on her lower chest. He dropped his balls on to her lower breast slopes and threaded his growing cock between her beauties. Gerry took him in hand.

"I'm going to frig you with my titties darling," she giggled, "and then when you're hard I'm going to get you in my b..er, arsehole! How does that sound?"

"Fucking wonderful, fucking marvellous," Gary gasped as his mighty engine began to grow. Gerry wrapped her breasts around his shaft and he began to pump.

"Steady Gary darling, don't forget where you're going to fuck me!"

Reluctantly Gary withdrew his cock from her hot channel and rolled off Gerry on to his back. She immediately swung her leg over him, her pussy close to his face.

Here I am darling, all ready for you. Get closer and see if you think I'm ready!"

Gary raised his head and licked into Gerry's cunt. She was wet and ready! She squealed with pleasure. He gently pulled her arse crack open and blew softly on to her pink puckered arsehole. She squealed again.

"Yes Gary, do me now! Fuck my dirty little arsehole now!"

"It's not dirty; it looks beautiful!"

Gary supported Gerry under her armpits as he lifted and pushed her down his body until she was poised above his stiff hard rod. She took him in hand and pointed him straight up, opening her cunt with her other hand and spreading liquid along her arse crack. She was ready!

Gerry slowly and carefully lowered her puckered pink ring to the tip of Gary's cock. She squeaked on contact. Gary's knob end fitted snugly and Gerry bore down. His knob disappeared with a rush and she paused. Then she allowed his cock to slide down slowly until it was fully embedded up her arsehole. She put her hands on Gary's shoulders and leant down to kiss him lasciviously.

"You've got a big fucker this morning darling and it's stuck all the way up my arse! How does it feel from your end?"

"Bloody fantastic! How about you?"

"It's better now that I've had it in me for a little while. I think I've stretched to fit you in. You can start fucking me now!"

"You move up and down too; slide up and down my pole."

"Mmnnn! It feels lovely; I bet it's much better than pole dancing!"

The lovers became adjusted to this new position and began to have strong feelings down below. Gary fed his fingers into Gerry's vagina and agitated her clitoris; she made more liquid. Their movements became more violent and Gary soon felt himself going over the brink."

"I'm coming Gerry darling! Your arse is so tight it's making me come. I'm sorry, I can't hold it!"

"Shoot your fucking load Gary darling. I want your come all the way up my arsehole; I want to feel your hot spunk! Ohhhh yessss, frig my fanny, make me come!"

Gary delivered and Gerry came too, all over Gary's fingers. His spunk splashed hotly back at him and began to leak from her rectum. Gerry collapsed on top of Gary, forcing his cock from her arse and allowing his cooling sperm to drip on to his belly. Gerry kissed him, squirming her belly against his to make a very sticky mess.

"God, what we must look like down there!" she chuckled. "I liked it though Gary. Do it to me again soon please."

"It will give me absolute pleasure," replied Gary, nibbling at her ears and giving her lots and lots of little tiny kisses all over her neck and shoulders. "Shall we shower and get dressed to go shopping?"

The phone rang.

Gerry gently pushed her lover off her body and reached for the phone on the bedside cabinet.

"Hello? Oh hello Jenny, how are you darling? What have you been up to? We haven't seen each other for a while, have we?"

Gerry now began to listen avidly to the voice at the other end of the line, punctuating her silences with phrases such as, 'she didn't', 'what did you do', 'you naughty girl' and several 'wows'. Then she said.

"Me? Oh you know, not much happens to me. Until Thursday, that is. On Thursday I answered my door to a guy who said he used to live here, in this house I mean. We finished up having dinner together and then last night he came back and we've been in bed fucking ever since. He just finished fucking my arsehole as you rang. No, don't go Gary darling, we'll go and shower together in a minute."

"What Jenny? No. No, he's lovely. I'd love to show him off to you. Richard? He's in Scotland with the school until next Thursday. I'm hoping to get fucked lots of times before he comes back! What? Well, I don't see why not. We're going shopping. Gary's offered to buy me a new dress and some outrageous undies. What time? About five? We'll be well back and stripped naked long before that if I've anything to do with it!"

"Lovely, see you then!"

Gary and Gerry rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom hand in hand. Gerry turned on the shower and turned to Gary for a kiss.

"Who is Jenny then?" he said as their lips met. He put one hand into her sticky vagina and inserted two fingers. Gerry moaned into his mouth and then broke contact.

"Jenny is one of my old pupils. She was in my first ever class as a matter of fact. We seemed much closer in age then for some reason. Anyway we became best friends. She lives in Solihull now with her husband. Jeremy was divorced before they hooked up permanently; he knew her father because he used to work for his wife's family company."

As the lovers entered the shower Gerry removed Gary's hand from her vagina and sniffed at her scent. She grinned lewdly at him.

"Well, as I said, we became best of friends. She was a big help to me during my divorce, giving me support and everything. Ohhhh God Gary darling, your cock is so big again!"

"Down girl, down, we're going shopping, remember? I'm just telling you that I shall be ready for your mouth, cunt or arsehole when we get back! Was there something in your conversation about this Jenny calling around here to see you?"

Gerry giggled. "To see you, you mean! She said that she was so pleased that I had found a man to fuck that she would love to see you. So as you are here and sort of free and available I let her invite herself over. You will like her, I know; she's very pretty! I think she's gorgeous!"

"Have you ever, you know, played around with her?"

"Well," Gerry hesitated, biting her bottom lip, "we have sort of touched one another intimately but we've never been naked together." She suddenly grinned wickedly at Gary. "I'd love to though!"

Gary smacked her bottom and dragged her from the shower stall. He was getting to love this smacking, watching Gerry's bottom cheeks wobble and the red hand mark fading away! He grabbed the towels and followed her, watching her cheeks undulate enticingly before him. He was still hard.

Gerry stopped dead and bent right over, her palms on the floor and her legs still straight. Christ! What an arse thought Gary as his stiff cock sneaked into her cleft. He dropped to his knees and began to kiss her warm, soft rounded cheeks. His palms moved caressingly over her skin too.

"Ohhhh Gary darling, that feels so lovely! I'll do this for you when we get back, shall I? Then you can fuck both of my holes, one after the other!"

Gary reluctantly stood up and reached for his underpants. He smacked her bottom again, gently this time.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go shopping!"

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They went in Gary's car. It was only about ten miles to Bledworth town centre so they were soon in amongst the shops.

In a large department store called Armitage Gary soon discovered the lingerie department and soon persuaded Gerry to start choosing what she liked, stressing to her that he was only buying her sexy underwear for him, and him alone.

"Are you finding what you like?" said a voice as they began to pile up a small collection of items. They turned to see a very smartly dressed woman before them. She was obviously a woman in authority.

"These are gorgeous," sighed Gerry. "I can't normally afford such lovely skimpy undies but I'm being treated today by my new boy-friend. Aren't I lucky?"

"I could show you a few other things if you like," said the gorgeous woman in front of them. "We have some items for the more er, discerning buyer. By the way, my name is Gloria, I'm in charge here until Mandy Armstrong and her sales assistant return from lunch."

"We want to see your most sexy gear Gloria," said Gary decisively. "This is a very special occasion. We are going to buy a dress after this so Gerry here will try on her new lingerie in that department."

"That's fine sir," said Gloria, moving much closer to him. "Needless to say, anything that doesn't suit madam will not be charged for."

"What's going on here?" said another voice. "Are you trying to sell all my stock to just one customer?"

"Hello Mandy," answered Gloria. "I was just going to show this couple your 'special' items. They have expressed an interest in our very best and skimpy items!"

"Hello you guys," smiled the newcomer. "I'm Mandy Armitage and my mother owns this store. This is my department, along with sportswear and beauty treatments. We do all kinds of women's treatments and I do mean all types."

Mandy continued, "why don't I show the lady what I have and you can entertain the gentleman Gloria? I'm sure that you would like that?"

"I'll show him our best evening dresses because that's the department they were going to next," smiled Gloria, taking Gary's hand, brushing her hand across his half hard cock as she did so. She professed not to notice; Gary did, her touch felt like fire! 

"Thank you," said Gary. "That will be great and may even save a little time. I will be paying with my credit card so don't let Gerry pay for a thing. I'll be right back!"

Mandy took Gerry's hand in her own warm soft one.

"Let's just go through there into our private viewing room. I love it there, not that I often wear lingerie. I'm often naked under my outer clothes, like I am now. See!"

Mandy quickly lifted her short skirt to reveal a gorgeous naked cunt. She dropped the hem again and giggled.

"Now, let me show what we have."

Soon a veritable feast of gorgeous underwear was laid out before Gerry. She felt damp between her thighs.

"Oh my God, I love it all!" she exclaimed. "How am I ever going to be able to leave anything behind?"

"Don't worry, we always stock this type of gear. We have built up quite a reputation for stocking sexy gear. We may have even helped to increase the birth rate around here! Some of our customers tell us that their husbands and boy friends just rip these things off their bodies, every time. They just come and replace them with the money they get from them. Do you want to try anything on? They do look better on a shaved pussy though! I have a girl who can do that for you but on weekdays only, I'm afraid!"

Gerry smiled at Mandy, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside to reveal her naked snatch.

"Gary did it for me," she laughed. "No, please just wrap these for me. I'll do a fashion parade for him this evening."

"Your pussy looks gorgeous, can I have a closer look?"

Without waiting for an answer Mandy dropped to her knees and closely examined Gerry's naked snatch. She pulled her panties down and Gerry naturally opened her thighs. Mandy leaned in and inhaled deeply.

"You smell gorgeous; may I?"

She put out her tongue and licked along Gerry's crack; the crack opened and Mandy tasted her juice.

Gerry giggled. "It's a good job I had a shower before we came shopping. An hour ago that was full of spunk!"

"I love the taste of spunk and female come," smiled Mandy as she stood up. "I'll just get the account added. Next time you want your pussy shaved come and see Janine, she's very good and she loves pussy too! At least, she loves mine and one or two of my friends as well!"

Gloria and Gary were in the ladies wear department. They had found three dresses for Gerry to try on. They took them into a fitting room. By now Gloria had moved on to openly fondling his cock.

"I'm afraid I've got to go to lunch," she said. "It's a real pity, isn't it?"

"It sure is," groaned Gary.

Gloria neatly opened his flies, extracted his cock, and swallowed the whole thing! She was expert! She then made him decent again.

"When Madam returns I'll nominate one of the girls to take care of you," she smiled. "I'm sure that you'll be happy with my choice. Come again on a Saturday and I'll service you more thoroughly!"

"Fucking Hell!"

"No, it will be fucking heaven! Well it will be for me, judging by the size of that cock. Ah, here comes your lady now."

Gerry was still looking a little flushed.

"Are you all right?" asked Gary, kissing her lightly.

"I'll tell you later," she whispered. "Have you found something for me try on?"

"There are three choices. You can have two if you really want them. We have that fitting room over there; an assistant should be coming over in a moment or two. Ah, maybe that's her."

A young girl appeared across the shop. She was utterly gorgeous! She was blonde with large breasts and a prominent rounded bottom. She looked very young; she was probably a Saturday schoolgirl or a student from the university. She was wearing the shop's staff uniform, which on her seemed positively indecent! Her blouse had the three top buttons undone and there was one undone at the bottom too, revealing an occasional glimpse of her diamond studded belly button. Her skirt seemed very short; Gerry fleetingly wondered if she was wearing any panties!

"Hello," she said. "My name is Jill and I've come to help you in the fitting room. Shall we go in?"

"Hello to you," answered Gerry. "Our names are Gerry and Gary and Gary wants to buy me a sexy dress, two if I like them. Which one shall I try first? Thank you for helping us; are all the girls in this shop as beautiful as you? We've already met Gloria and Mandy."

Jill smiled and then laughed. Her chest expanded and her jacket opened, revealing her belly button again. Gary also noticed a little protuberance at her groin and his cock stiffened up again. Jill noticed and smiled happily again.

"Isn't Mandy wonderful," she whispered. "She came into a shop I worked in in Birmingham and when I said I was coming to uni here in Bledworth she just said 'come and see me, I'll give you a job while you study'. Shall we try this gorgeous purple dress first? I'd love this but I'd never get in it, even if I could afford it! May I ask you to sit over there sir?"

Gary sat and his bump showed; the girls didn't notice, they were busy looking at the dress. It was bright purple with a full skirt down below Gerry's knees. It was tight waisted with two tiny strips of material covering the essentials!

Gerry began to undress and Jill looked around at Gary, noticing that his bump seemed bigger.

"Don't worry about Gary," giggled Gerry. "He sees me naked all the time; we don't wear clothes at home very often! The size of his bump will tell us whether he likes each dress or not!"

In the purple dress Gerry looked dead drop gorgeous. She looked at herself and then lifted her hemline to reveal her pink lacy panties. Jill licked her lips.

"Jill my dear, would you please go through to the lingerie department and bring my purchases. I want to see what some of the panties look like with this dress."

"Certainly Madam, I'll just be a moment." She risked one more look at Gary's crotch and left.

"Do you fancy little Jill then?" giggled Gerry, placing a hand on Gary's cock. "Gosh yes, you do you randy bugger! This is huge! I know what we'll do!"

By the time Jill returned they had hatched a plan. Little did they know that Mandy had asked Jill how she was getting on and when she had described Gary's 'bump' she just laughed.

"You know what we are like in this shop," she smiled. "Go and enjoy yourself but come to my apartment at seven o'clock this evening and tell me all about it. Are you wearing panties?"

Jill just nodded and then gasped as Mandy lifted her skirt to reveal her naked pussy.

"Take them off Jill. She's got a naked pussy too."

By the time Jill returned to the fitting room she was without panties and her cunt was beginning to drip. She was sure that Gerry and Gary could smell her. She daren't even glance at Gary.

They could but they said nothing, just smiling at one another. Gerry changed into several different panties, blatantly standing in front of Jill each time.

Then Gerry took off the purple dress and picked up a powder blue one in very similar style to the purple one. For a moment or two she stood there in just her little pink bra. Jill made more juice.

"Can you just help me with this Jill? I would hate to tear anything."

Jill momentarily moved out of Gary's sight. He instantly removed his cock from his slacks. It stood up straight, firm, thick and long! Almost immediately a drop of pre cum formed. He fought not to take himself in hand!

Both women turned around; Gerry laughed and Jill gasped. The dress looked gorgeous and Gary's cock flexed and bounced.




That Old House Ch. 02



"I told you so Jill! He likes it! Hasn't Gary got a lovely cock? Just look at the way it grows and leaks. Do you like it?"

"It, er, it's wonderful and so big! I, er, yes, I do like it; very much!"

"Touch it! Go on, it's all right. Have you seen many cocks?"

"Only three," answered Jill with the clear memory of a young girl who has seen three cocks before this one. "This one is the biggest though!"

"Did any of them fuck you? Go on, touch Gary, he's dying for you to do it aren't you darling?"

Jill squatted down in front of Gary, reached out and grasped his cock. Her fingers could not fully encircle his shaft. Naturally her hand began to frig him slowly. She looked up at Gerry.

"I did get fucked by two of those cocks," she said shyly. "I like sex!" Gary groaned. 

Gerry moved to his side and watched. He turned his head and licked her naked cunt with a long lascivious tongue. Gerry moaned too.

Jill had her tongue out now as she worked on Gary's cock. She leant forward and captured his drop of pre cum. As she rocked back her knees spread, forcing her skirt up her thighs. The movement attracted Gary's gaze and he clearly saw Jill's puffy naked crack. Her wet naked crack!

"Gerry darling," he croaked, his throat full. "Jill's got no panties on! She's got a beautiful pussy!"

"Let's see!" Gerry moved behind the squatting Jill and hauled her skirt up to her waist, fully revealing her chubby labia with its liquid centre.

"Wow," she said, her hands sliding down towards the beautiful wet lips. "You're all wet, Jill darling; do you want to fuck my Gary's cock?"

Jill looked up at Gerry and nodded silently. Gerry bolted the door.

"Get naked Jill, you can go first. You strip off too, Gary my darling. This is your lucky day!"

In about five seconds all three were nude. Gary looked at Jill's big naked breasts for the first time and swore that his cock grew some more. He grasped her tits as she recaptured his tool, now confidently working him, spreading his abundant pre cum up and down his shaft.

Gerry took charge. "Right, sit down Gary darling with your legs together. Jill you reverse up Gary's thighs and sit down on his cock. I'll help you; Christ you are big darling!"

Gary felt Jill's wet cunt slide down his shaft. She in turn felt herself opened up as never before. When he was totally encased in her cunt they paused.

"Oh my God," moaned Jill. "That's wonderful; that's fucking wonderful!"

"That's OK to talk dirty Jill," said Gerry, moving close to Jill's face. "Gary and I are having a talking dirty fucking weekend! Can you smell my dirty cunt?"

Gary reached around Jill and grasped her breasts, searching for her nipples with finger and thumb. He began to thrust up inside her hot passage. Their combined juices made this easy.

Gerry moved even closer to Jill's face and pulled her mouth on to her cunt. Jill opened her mouth and began to lick furiously.

The trio were out of this world! Gary realised that he would have to try and control the actions. As he had already come several times today he could probably last the longest. Ideally he wanted to give both women an orgasm.

Jill was probably going to orgasm first by the way she was reacting. She was almost silent because of her attachment to Gerry's cunt but the way she was squirming in his lap was a giveaway! She was nearly ready! Gary let go of one of Jill's tits and reached up to play with Gerry's!

"Yes, oh yes Gary," she squealed, "maul my fucking tits, make my nipples sore! Pull on them and squeeze them!"

Jill started to come! She stopped licking Gerry and howled into her climax. Copious liquid ejected from her cunt. Gary tried to relax to refrain from coming. He let her have her head, dropping a hand into her crotch and rubbing on her prominent large clit and spreading her abundant juices. After a while Jill calmed down.

"Change places girls," ordered Gary.

Soon Gerry was slurping on Jill's very wet and juicy cunt as she was spiked on Gary's slippery cock. He worked hard now to try and finish her off so that he could come too. He knew what he wanted to do with his emissions. Gerry began her by now familiar coming noises.

"Oh yes Gary darling! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard! God, you're making me come again. It's even better than up my arse this morning! Yesss! Yessss! Yesssss!"

Gerry made a lot of juice too. Gary pushed her off his knees and pushed both girls down on to the floor. He pumped furiously up and down his shaft, looking down at their watching faces.

"Push those gorgeous tits up towards me and put your faces together," he ordered.

Gerry just had time to say, "just like in the porno films" before Gary ejaculated all over their faces and their breasts. He didn't have as much as this morning but it was still a good performance.

Gerry turned to Jill. "Thank you Jill my dear; let me remove my Gary's come off your face and your lovely titties. Then if you like you can do mine!"

Jill was willing and Gary enjoyed watching.

"Thank you so much for everything," smiled Jill as normality was resumed. "I've never tasted spunk before; it was quite nice. Mandy said I should enjoy everything you wanted to do and I did!"

"Mandy did?" exclaimed Gerry and Gary in unison.

"Oh yes, she doesn't just employ us, she gives us lessons on living life to the full, especially sexually! She has taught me how to enjoy sex to the full although I could do with a few more partners, I suppose. I shall get the sales commission on all your purchases as well although I did not really sell you a thing!"

They now returned to the store area. Jill gathered together all their purchases (three dresses for Gerry!) and rang up the total.

"It's a good job I've got a new job coming up," smiled Gary philosophically as he handed over his credit card.

Mandy appeared again as they were ready to leave. She put a possessive arm around Jill's shoulders, her hand very close to her breast.

"Did my little protégé look after you properly," she smiled.

"Very well indeed," replied Gerry. "We couldn't have asked for better!"

"Excellent, she will come around to my apartment this evening and tell me all about it in great detail and in complete confidence. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all," answered Gerry.

Mandy beamed and then kissed them both on the lips, tongue in play.

"I didn't think you would; I hoped not anyway."

She returned her arm to Jill's shoulder, this time closing her hand over her breast, flicking her thumb over the visible nipple mound.

Jill looked at her employer with love in her eyes.

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Gary and Gerry didn't stay out for lunch. They just wanted to go home. She made a sandwich or two and they retired to bed. Gary licked all over her body, smelling his spunk, her juice and Jill's residual aromas.

He felt very drowsy and soon fell asleep. Gerry softly kissed his cock and his lips and slept too.

Some time later, the doorbell chimed downstairs.

Gerry recognised it as hers and awoke. She got up without disturbing Gary, slipped on her robe from the back of the bedroom door and went downstairs. It was, of course, her friend Jenny whom she had invited earlier.

They went into the kitchen where they kissed lovingly but sisterly. Gerry put the kettle on.

"Where is he then?" Jenny whispered. "When do I get to see him?"

"He's asleep at the moment. I've been working him very hard. I've not been fucked so hard or so often or in so many different places ever before."

"In different places? You mean? Up there?"

Gerry laughed with a hand over her face. "Of course up there but that's not really what I meant."

"Tell me all!"

So they had coffee and Gerry told Jenny all about her weekend so far. As she recounted her story she didn't notice that her robe had become untied and that her body, specifically her majestic tits and her shaved cunt, was now almost totally revealed to her younger friend.

In a pause in the tale Jenny remarked, "I can see that I will have to be more adventurous in future. By the way Gerry darling, I didn't know that you shaved down below!"

Gerry gasped and made to close her robe but Jenny reached out to stop her.

"Don't do that Gerry darling. I love to look at beautiful things and your body is absolutely without question one of the loveliest I've seen. Apart possibly from my step-daughters'."

"Your step-daughters'? Jeremy's daughter you mean?"

"Of course darling! After all, I've not been married before, have I? Yes Jeremy's daughter Mandy."

"Mandy? That's a coincidence; we met a lovely girl called Mandy this morning. Where does she work? Describe her."

Of course Mandy was soon correctly identified and her role was slotted into place and Jenny told her about Mandy's visit to her father and of the sexual conclusion.

"What did you say to him? Did he admit it?"

"Well yes he did admit it but I knew already. I had met Mandy and her gorgeous friend Helen as I was coming back from visiting my parents. It was completely by accident at that Tesco's outside Bledworth."

"What, if anything, are you going to about it?"

"Oh I'm going to do something about it all right. I've told them both she can only come again if I'm there and I can join in! Jeremy loved it when I got home and told him. He was so excited he fucked my arsehole and then afterwards he got it up again when I pissed for him in the garden. Mandy's friend Helen did that for him and he did her too!"

"So he fucked them both? You say you liked Helen too?"

"Oh yes I did! I'm going to try and see her again but just the two of us this time. Now Gerry, I think it's time you and I got better acquainted; let's go into the sitting room."

Jenny led the way. As soon as she entered the room she began to undress, tossing her clothes on to a chair by the door. When she was down to her bra and panties she turned and pulled the robe off a speechless Gerry.

"Perhaps you'd like to take the rest off me yourself?" she whispered.

Gerry cried as she clasped Jenny to her breasts and kissed her, trying to strip her of her underwear at the same time. Both women collapsed on to the sofa, kissing, licking, sucking and fondling each other.

The first time Jenny made contact with Gerry's shaven pussy Gerry moaned softly and parted her thighs to give Jenny free access. Jenny sighed and rubbed the palm of her hand all over Gerry's soft belly, cunt and on down to her arsehole. Jenny sighed with the pleasure of the touch.

"Your pussy feels as though it's been freshly shaved today, my darling. Who did it for you?"

Gerry giggled. "Gary did it. He saw that I had shaved before and when I said that I hadn't done it for him in case he didn't like shaved women he said he would do it for me. It was lovely but it made me want to piss all over him!"

"Ooooo, did you?"

"Oh yes! He carried me into the shower and wouldn't put me down. So I pissed all over his chest and then he did his all over my bottom, sorry, arse. We are concentrating on talking and playing dirty this weekend!"

"What fun! You said that Gary has shagged your bum, sorry, arsehole too?"

"He had just finished fucking my arse when you called this morning."

"Ooooo, let me have a close look at your hole darling!" Gerry rolled over. "Gosh yes, your hole looks as though something fat has been up there. He's got your hair off around your rectum nicely too, hasn't he? Did you say that you had been shaved before?"

Gerry was giggling again. "Something fat has been in there, Gary's big fat cock; it was lovely. He's going to do it again later! Yes, Jenny darling, I've never told you but I used to do it myself; not very well but it was very effective."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the first time Richard saw it he got a huge hard on! At the time it was the biggest one I'd ever seen. He just groaned and dashed off to his room. I could hearing him wanking hard until he groaned and obviously came!"

Jenny kissed Gerry again and gently began to finger Gerry's holes again, this time inserting one in each hole.

"God, that's horny darling. I wish I had a son to parade in front of! Have you ever seen him come? I bet if we were both naked in front of him he wouldn't have time to get to his room. Anyway, next time I go for a pussy shave you must come with me. Mandy's girl Janine is very good; she's beautiful too!"

"Could you fuck her?"

"Mandy hinted that all things are possible with Janine. She does expose quite a lot of her beautiful brown body while she is working on you. Your body is so beautiful too, Gerry my darling! Spread those gorgeous thighs for me, I'm going to have a taste! Then you can show me Gary's cock!"

Jenny lowered her head into Gerry's crotch, searching into her vagina with her tongue. Gerry sobbed with pleasure, her fingers searching for her friend's cunt. The girls rolled their soft breasts against each other. After finding Jenny's cunt with her fingers she made it so wet that she followed up with her mouth, drinking the nectar she found there!

Some time later they had another coffee and Gerry asked Jenny what she wanted to do with Gary when they went upstairs. Jenny giggled and said that she would 'play it by ear'. She said that she would like to watch Gerry getting fucked though!

"That should be easy enough," said Gerry, joining the giggling. She thought quietly. "I don't think I would mind you joining in darling, that's if you want to, of course! I've not known him very long but I do think that he can be trusted. He's already told me some things about himself that I would never repeat, not even to you."

"Can I go for a shower before I meet him Gerry?"

Gerry thought again. "No," she said, "we are having a dirty fucking weekend so I want him to smell sex on you when he meets you. You will, of course, be completely naked when you do meet him!"

"Wow!" exclaimed Jenny. "Fuckin' wow!" Then she sat in silence while she thought about it. "Now?" she finally enquired.

Gerry nodded, stood and led the way, breasts swinging and naked bottom swaying.

Jenny eagerly followed, her body acting likewise!

Gary was laid on his back, dozing. There was just a sheet covering him so Gerry indicated to Jenny to go to one side of the bed while she went to the other. There was a decent sized bump where Gary's crotch was. As they took up a corner of the sheet each Gary sensed a presence and opened his eyes.

"Now!" said Gerry loudly and together they whipped the sheet off his body.

"Fuckin' Hell!" shouted Gary, his cock rising as he saw two naked women at his bedside.

"Wow!" said a giggling Jenny as she watched the erection erecting.

Gerry just collapsed on to the bed beside Gary, laughing uncontrollably. She did nevertheless reach for the object of her desire.

"Gary darling, this is my friend Jenny!" she spluttered. "I promised her a look at your cock as long as she got naked like me. You like?"

Gary was still speechless. Nevertheless he put his arm around Gerry and pulled her to him. His eyes, however, had not left Jenny's magnificent body.

Jenny suddenly felt very cheeky. She was definitely excited; her pussy was making juice. She grinned down at Gary and shook her tits at him! Gary groaned and pulled Gerry's head down towards his groin.

"Wait darling," she said. "I promised Jenny a good look at your cock so let her just look at it for a little longer. Then I shall put it just where I know you want it go! Alright?"

Gary just moaned and kissed her. Gerry released her hold on his cock and signalled to Jenny to take over. By this time Jenny was really excited. She didn't hesitate; she took a good hold on Gary's shaft and began to wank him firmly. If possible he grew harder.

After a minute or two, by which time Gary had realised that it was Jenny frigging him. Gerry broke the kiss and straddled his thighs.

"Get him in me Jenny darling," she giggled. "Then you tell him to fuck me; fuck me hard!"

As Jenny pointed Gary's cock at the ceiling Gerry lowered herself on to the hard straight shaft.

Jenny was into the game now! As Gary's cock disappeared she let go and said loudly and clearly.

"Go on Gary, fuck her hard! Really give it to her. Shoot your load right up to her womb!"

So that's what Gary did! Time after time he lifted and dropped Gerry down his shaft. It didn't take long, it must been the audience. She howled into her climax, shouting out obscenities as she did so.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my God Gary, your fucker has got me again! Ohhhhh shit, I've never felt so fucked! I love it, I love you!"

Gary hadn't come. He was now squeezing both Gerry's and Jenny's tits, pulling on their nipples hard. Gerry noticed! She pulled herself off his cock.

"Right, you fucker! Let's see what you can do to my friend. She wants some don't you Jenny? You want to have my new lover's prick right up your fanny, don't you? Don't deny it Jenny, I can see lust in your eyes!"

She was right! Jenny was in definite lust. She flung her thigh over Gary, dislodging her friend. She regained possession of his shaft, now sticky with Gerry's come juice and began to thread it into her aching cunt. She began to fuck Gary hard!

"Yes, oh yes, go on!" squealed Gerry. "Fuck him; fuck him hard! Make him come; make him shoot his load! I'm going to play with his arsehole!"

Actually Gerry not only fingered Gary's hairy arsehole but also Jenny's lovely smooth crack too. She felt them both get hotter as soon as she made contact and pushed at their holes. Her thumb popped into Jenny and first one, then two, fingers pushed into Gary's arsehole. Both protagonists couldn't hold on any longer!

Gary forced Jenny down his whole length and stopped. His spunk ejaculated from his piss hole and splashed all over the area of her cervix. Jenny screamed as she felt his hot seed inundate her several times. Her own juice flowed, making a mixture that overflowed from her cunt.

Jenny now smiled down at Gary as she slid off his slimy softening prick and lay down beside him.

"That was fucking fantastic," gasped Gerry as she pounced on to her lovers cock. She sucked him dry and then turned her attentions to Jenny. She licked and sucked at her vagina until it was empty, swallowing every drop of their joint emissions. By this time Jenny was making more liquid.

They lay beside each other for quite awhile, just touching and kissing occasionally. A little later Jenny sat up and said she must go.

"Jeremy will be wondering where I've got to," she smiled.

"Will you tell him?" asked Gerry, softly kissing both her nipples. They went hard.

"For now I'll just tell him that I came to see you," laughed Jenny. "He knows that you don't have a man at the moment."

"Not until now," giggled Garry as she fondled Gary's cock again.

They all went naked downstairs. Jenny retrieved her clothes from the chair in the sitting room and dressed. She kissed them both at the door, fondling both Gary's cock and Gerry's pussy. She saw their naked figures waving to her from the sitting room window as she drove away.

Suddenly realising that they were hungry Gerry and Gary had a brief discussion about going out for dinner. They decided against and Gerry went exploring in the freezer, finding a couple of pork loin chops. They were soon grilled to a nicety and along with some chips and peas soon solved the hunger pangs.

Gerry had one or two bottles of wine in the cabinet and Gary opened the one that he considered the most appropriate, a French chateau bottled red Burgundy. After the meal they settled down on the sitting room sofa with the final glass from the bottle. They were both still naked!

Gerry leaned over to Gary and kissed him softly.

"Thank you Gary darling for a fantastic fucking weekend," she whispered. "So far!"

She reached down carefully and dipped Gary's semi-stiff prick into her glass of wine. Then she swallowed it, sucking the wine off his growing tool. She giggled now and repeated her action. Gary by now had a full-blown erection.




That Old House Ch. 02



Gary pushed Gerry back on to the sofa and spread her thighs. He knelt between them and lowered his lips to her vagina. He carefully slid his tongue into the crack and caressed her lips and then her clitoris. Gerry squirmed as he continued.

Then he tipped a little of the wine on to her belly and they both watched as it filled her belly button and began to trickle down to her vagina. Her lips were already open so the wine flowed inside until her hole was full. Only then did Gary dip his tongue again and suck the wine out. Gerry mewled with joy as he kept on repeating the action until his glass was empty and her vagina likewise.

Gary rose and pulled Gerry to her feet. They kissed lovingly, grinding their bodies against one another.

"Let's go upstairs and get you on your hands and knees again," grunted Gary. "I'm going to fuck both your holes!"

"Ooooo yessss please!" gasped Gerry as she pulled him up the stairs. "I'm ready for your cock in any of my holes again darling!"

"After which I'm going to take pictures of all your body in great detail. I shall want a nice cream pie from both holes as well. No more pissing until I can take some shots of your strong pissing stream. Do you understand?"

"Ohhhh yessss Gary darling," giggled Gerry as she dropped to her knees on the bedroom carpet. "Can you do me like this?"

Gary knelt behind Gerry and opened up her arse crack to feast his eyes on his prizes, her twin holes of pleasure. He fingered her pussy until he could rub her juices all over her crack and lubricate his area of operation. He pushed his stiff cock to her cunt and pushed deep inside. Gerry moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhh yessss darling. Fuck me hard now; make me come all over your cock! Smack my arse!"

Gary set to with a will, pulling out and fucking back; he smacked Gerry's buttocks. Gerry pushed back on his tool, enabling Gary to reach around and forward to capture her breasts and pull on her nipples!

Gerry couldn't last long against such treatment. She howled into an orgasm that made her cunt run with juice as she collapsed on to her shoulders. Her arse changed angle upwards, making it ideal for Gary's purpose.

He slowly withdrew his sticky wet cock from her cunt, spreading more of her juices over her arsehole as he did so. He lined his shaft up to Gerry's rectum and pushed. Gerry pushed back on to his engine and in he went without any trouble. When he was fully inserted he stopped and pulled her hips to his groin.

"How does that feel, you sexy fucker you," he growled as he tried to stiffen his cock even more. "I'm going to fuck your arse real good now, you horny creature!"

"That feels fucking fantastic, Gary my lover! Gary my fucking lover! Smack my arse again and fuck my hole; give it to me hard!"

Gary began to shaft in and out of Gerry's arse, again smacking her buttocks quite hard. He now began to feel the onset of his coming. It was going to be just right; he wanted to shoot into both of Gerry's holes!

"Oooo yesss! Oooo yesss! Oooo yesss!" shouted Gerry in response to Gary's smacks and thrusts. "You're making me fucking come again, you fucker! Go on you bastard, make me fucking come!"

Gerry leaked juice quite hard from her cunt as she came yet again. Gary groaned as he shot two strong spurts of spunk into Gerry's arsehole. Then he quickly pulled out of her and thrust back into her pulsing cunt. He fired again, firing at least three more rounds! He smacked her lovely generous arse cheeks as he finished for the night.

"Don't move for a moment my darling," he said as he pulled out and reached for the camera. "I have to capture these images for posterity!"

With his sticky cock now dangling between his thighs Gary began to take pictures of Gerry's soggy snatch. He was quick enough to picture that her joint holes were still open. Soon those holes filled with his white come as it began to leak back. Then he rested his fat but soft cock in her bum crack and pictured that too.

"Right my darling," he said, "up on the bed on your back now please. Try to keep my sperm inside your holes until I'm ready."

"What are you going to do Gary?"

"You'll see!"

As Gerry lay back full length on her bed Gary stood and straddled her. A drip fell from his piss hole on to her belly and she giggled. Gary took many pictures of her beautiful naked body from above, framing different parts of her anatomy as well as full-length shots.

Then he dropped to his knees and gently sat on her belly. He began taking close-ups of her face, individual breasts and nipples and nipples alone. He tweaked her nipples until they were hard and took them. He even separately pictured her belly button.

"You sit on my belly now darling," he said. "Now you can relax your muscles and let it all drip out. Dangle your tits so that I can picture them at that angle too!"

Gary enjoyed Gerry's tits, having a little lick and a nibble as he did so. Now he could see the white spunk beginning to gather at the entrance to her holes.

"Just raise up slightly and let them drip," he instructed. Up went Gerry and down from her cunt and arse came Gary's spunk, all faithfully recorded, even to the little gatherings on his hairy belly.

"Please Gerry darling, I want to picture you cleaning off my cock and my belly."

Gerry scooted backwards and eagerly took Gary's still sticky cock between finger and thumb. She theatrically inserted it between her lips and sucked him clean. Then she performed for him with her leavings, picking up his spunk on fingers and sucking it off and finally licking up the remainder form the skin of his belly.

"Now go and clean up a little," asked Gary. "When you come back I'll shoot your clean cunt and arsehole again. Go darling, when I've finished that I would like you to suck me off before I go to sleep."

In fact Gary remembered just in time that he wanted pictures of Gerry pissing. He followed her into the bathroom and opened the shower door for her. Cottoning on quickly, Gerry giggled and stepped inside. Gary sat down in the entrance and Gerry leaned against the back wall with her legs slightly spread,

"Ready darling? Here it comes!"

As usual, she had a firm stream, the jet just missing the small camera as she seemed to fire accurately on to Gary's cock and balls. Gary wanted to go now so he put the camera down outside and took Gerry in his arms. As he kissed her he pissed on her, turning on the shower at the same time. Gerry squealed into his mouth as the cold jet landed on her and she struggled to escape. He held her firm and she soon relaxed as the hot water came through.

Ten minutes later they were in bed with Gerry sucking and frigging Gary's hard again cock. He was totally relaxed and just concentrated on filling her mouth.

"Fuckin' hell," he gasped as he shot his load yet again. "Three holes in one evening plus numerous others. Two other women too! I never knew I had it in me!"

"I know I've had it in me," laughed Gerry. "It's been lovely; sorry no, it's been fucking fantastic! You don't have to leave early tomorrow, do you?"

"I'll leave after lunch. We'll go out somewhere then I'll set off. I'll have plenty of time for a little fun in the morning!"

"Goody! Then we'll talk about next weekend."

"What day did you say that Richard would be back?"

"Thursday, in the evening."

"Right, then I will be here Wednesday evening. Is that alright?"

"It fucking well is," murmured Gerry as she snuggled down close to Gary. It fucking well is!"

 oooOOOooo

Next morning the feeling of his cock being firmly sucked again wakened Gary. Fucking Hell, three mornings in a row!

This time he pulled Gerry's mouth off his cock and twisted her body down on to the bed. He grinned at her lewdly as he spread her thighs and thrust his hard tool into her cunt.

"No early morning drink of my spunk today, my darling! It's all going up your lovely hot cunt. Are you ready for it?"

"I'm always going to be ready for your spunk, Gary my darling! Ohhh God, your cock feels so hard and long this morning; I swear it's growing!"

"It'll soon shrink after I've shot this load," grunted Gary as he built up speed as he approached his orgasm. "Ohhh my God Gerry darling, here it comes! Now! Now! Now!"

Gerry felt the power of Gary's hard ejaculations hitting her cervix at the entrance to her womb. She felt as though she were being made pregnant and said so. Gary stopped thrusting.

"God Gerry, you are safe aren't you? I thought you said that you were taking precautions!"

Gerry giggled, sending delicious feelings down Gary's still hard, need to piss, cock.

"Don't worry Gary, I'm all secure! I wouldn't mind though if you had made me pregnant. All this fantastic fucking is bringing out the mother in me! Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Soon my darling, soon," said Gary as he enjoyed the feel of slowly removing his hard cock from Gerry's hot sticky passage. "First of all I'm going to taste us and then I'll have to go and piss!"

Gerry gasped and sighed as Gary lowered his face into her soggy snatch. She held his head to her as he extended his tongue as far as he could reach into her cunt. She felt that she was going to come again soon. She began to make more hot juice and Gary drank avidly from her hole.

"Ooooo that's lovely darling," she cooed. "Wriggle around so that I can suck on your cock."

Gerry soon had Gary's mighty engine between her lips. She sucked off their joint juice and then began to stimulate him again. He soon recovered his hardness as he still needed that early morning piss. Gerry began to feel her orgasm coming on but this one felt slightly different. She released Gary's cock.

"Ohhh I'm coming darling. I feel different; I don't know why. It's all building up to a big come. Here it comes now!"

Without knowing why she lifted Gary's head from her vagina. Instantly a violent jet of come juice exploded from her pussy, inundating him with hot, wet and slightly sticky juice. As his mouth was still open he received a good drink which he managed to swallow without any difficulty. Gerry followed up with two more squirts before lapsing into a steady trickle.

Gary drank as much of her offering as he could but could not stop the excess from thoroughly wetting the bed. Gerry was contrite.

"I'm so sorry darling; I've never done that before. I just felt so wonderful that I wanted to give you all my love and it all came out like that. Please forgive me!"

Gary raised his wet face and kissed her firmly. He pushed her on to her back and re-inserted his shaft into her tunnel. Then he grinned down at her.

"I take your first ever squirt as a great compliment my darling," he said. "I hope that you will do it all over me many more times in the future. Now, shall I put my cock in your arsehole to finish off this tremendous fucking weekend?"

"Oh yes please," squeaked Gerry as she changed places and sat down on his prick. "Let me just get into position and get your cock in the right place. I'm so wet darling! You shouldn't have any problem getting your monster inside my rectum. Ahh yesss, there you go. Have you got some more spunk for your little lover?"

"Not so much of the little," grunted Gary as she bottomed out on to his hips. "I can vouch for the fact that you're a fully grown woman. God yes Gerry darling, rise up and down my shaft. I'm sure you're going to get your reward very soon!"

Gerry set to work, really enjoying Gary's cock thrusting in and out of her arsehole now. Suddenly he smacked her buttocks and howled as he fired his hot seed into her arse. Gerry sat up straight and rubbed her pussy and clitoris furiously, producing another hot squirt of come all over Gary's belly.

Gary eased her off his still erect cock and slowly padded off to the bathroom where he turned on the shower. It soon became hot and he entered the cabinet, only to feel a hot naked body press against him from the rear. He turned and clasped Gerry to his chest, kissing her lovingly.

"Shall we," she asked and without waiting for an answer began her early morning piss. Gary groaned and tried to relax into his own; he had been waiting so long. Gerry smiled at him again and eased back, taking him in her hands. He looked down and saw her piss hitting his hard shaft and that triggered him off. Gerry played with his cock as he pissed, guiding his strong hot stream all over her breasts, belly and cunt.

They soaped each other all over lovingly and stayed in the shower so long that the hot water began to run out.

"Breakfast," announced Gerry as she got out of the shower. "Let's go and see what's left in the kitchen. No clothes now! I want to be able to see my friend for as long as possible before you leave. Come on!"

Gerry and Gary enjoyed their breakfast. Gerry phoned a local pub to book lunch. Afterwards they retired to the lounge, Gary sat on the sofa and Gerry went into one of the armchairs. She spread her legs over both arms, giving Gary a delightful view of a damp pussy and a distended arsehole. His cock twitched and Gerry smiled.

"We'll have time for one last fuck before we go darling. The pub's only about a five-minute drive away. Now, you said that you'd come over on Wednesday? How are you going to handle your daughters this evening?"

"I'll be here Wednesday, all night if you'll let me. Tonight I don't know. Do you have any bright ideas?"

"I'll cook Wednesday and of course you can stay over. I shall want your lovely cock in all my holes at least twice! As far as Holly and Ivy are concerned I would just let things take their own course. They obviously love you and you could really hurt them if you reject them in any way. Don't worry about it. As I said once before, they'll grow out of it when they get a boy of their own and anything that they've learned from you will only stand them in good stead."

"Do you really mean I should have sex with them?"

"If they genuinely want it, then yes. Now, are you going to bring them over here next weekend to see their old house and the naughty woman who lives here? Richard will be here to keep them amused. At least I expect he will be when I tell him who's coming. He definitely wants to see who is fucking his mother and if you can bring the girls he will be over the moon. Richard and Holly and Ivy might even get it on! What do you say to that?"

"They are grown up now and can make their own decisions. What about Richard?"

"You'll find that he's very level headed when he wants to be. I don't know about two gorgeous girls ready and available in the house though. So, will you ask them to come?"

"I'll tell you their answer on Wednesday when I see you. By the way, what about you and your education, sexually, of Richard?"

"Oooo yes, I'd forgotten about that! If that girl in Scotland didn't have her wicked way with him he'll still be a bit green. He might have a better time than he thinks when he gets home on Thursday. You'll bring the girls Friday evening? Give them all time to get to know each other."

"I'll do my best and let you know. What do I do about Richard while I'm here?"

"You'll do the same as you've done this weekend. You'll fuck me as hard and as often as you can, anywhere in the house. I'll have told Richard what he might expect. As I told you, we often go around the house semi or fully naked so that will be just normal. You'd better warn the girls though although, of course, nudity isn't compulsory. I'll ask Richard to be more careful."

"What about you; and us?"

"Oh, I expect I might put a pair of panties on now and again. What you do is your decision."

"I'll know better after tonight, I guess."

"Your cock's grown while we've been talking about sexy things," giggled Gerry. "Don't you move, I'm coming over there!"

She crossed the room, her leaking cunt dribbling down her thighs. She closed Gary's thighs and mounted him. He held his cock straight up and watched as she slowly bore down on his shaft.

When he was fully inserted into her hot wet tunnel he smacked her arse cheeks and thrust upwards. Gerry flung her arms around his neck and held on.

"Ohhhh yessss Gary darling!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard and give me your cream! It's my last load of the weekend. It's been fantastic and you've promised me more to come. 'To come', isn't that a marvellous thought! I want more comes in the next few weeks."

"I think that you'd better start thinking of how many for the rest of your life," grunted Gary as he built rapidly towards filling Gerry's hot cunt yet again!"

"Ohhhhhh Gareeee darling," squealed Gerry as she heard his words, felt his hot come shoot into her and then, as she flooded him with her own hot liquid. "I love you!"

 oooOOOooo

"The young ladies have already checked in sir," said the male receptionist at the hotel when Gary asked for his room on arrival. "They said that you would be taking care of the bill."

"Like I have for the last twenty or so years," grinned Gary as he proffered his American Express card to the clerk. "I don't suppose you've had time to sire any daughters yet, young man."

"No sir," smiled the clerk as he returned the card. "But if I may say so sir, if I do and they are anywhere near as beautiful as your girls, I will be very proud of myself. It's room three oh six sir; the girls took both key cards. The lifts are around the corner."

"Thank you young man," smirked Gary, realising that he didn't often hear compliments about Holly and Ivy, especially from strangers. In about thirty seconds he was tapping on the door to 306.

Holly opened the door, clad in a long white hotel gown. As Gary walked in she squealed and flung herself into his arms. She kissed him firmly on the lips. Another figure cannoned into him, also squealing happily.

"Daddy," they both shouted.

"We've been waiting ages," said Holly sternly. "Where have you been? Fucking that woman I expect. What's she like? Do you love her? When are you seeing her again?"

"Whoa, whoa!" admonished Gary as he kissed Ivy on both cheeks. "One question at a time. I promise to tell you everything as soon as I've had a shower. "What time did you get here?"

Gary looked around the room. It was typical Travel Lodge accommodation, one large room with two double beds and a door to the bathroom at the far end. The nearer bed showed evidence of occupancy so Gary tossed his bag on to the one near to the bathroom and then extracted his toilet gear. He looked at his daughters.

Holly was in the gown, her long hair glowing against the light material. It flashed across Gary's mind to wonder what she was wearing under the robe.

Ivy was almost a carbon copy of her sister. Perhaps half an inch shorter and she kept her hair much shorter, only just touching her shoulders with the longer outer locks curling under her chin. This latter gave her an impish look and made look about sixteen. Gary's cock moved inside his slacks; both girls saw it and looked at one another.

Ivy was wearing a tight halter-top, accentuating her breasts, which were a little larger than Holly's. Her belly button showed, studded with a diamond. Gary remembered that he had, under protest, paid for both hers and Holly's a couple of years ago. Ivy's ensemble was completed by tight blue jeans; her feet were bare, her red painted toenails gleaming. Gary collected his thoughts.

"Right you two, I'm off for a shower," he said, extracting his new contract from his briefcase and tossing it onto the bed. "That's what I want you to read before I've finished in there. I shall want your opinions when I come out and questions will be asked!"

Gary turned and entered the bathroom, purposely not locking it. He turned on the shower. He dropped his clothes in a heap and turned to the toilet, taking his long thick cock in his hands as it flexed slightly before a fierce hot yellow stream ejected from his urethra. He flushed the toilet and stepped under the shower that was now hot. He relaxed under the hot water and daydreamed. Unfortunately he daydreamed about Gerry and the two women, his daughters, who were in the next room. His penis stiffened into a full-blown erection and his hands were drawn to it as if by magnetism. He started to wank slowly.




That Old House Ch. 03



With an acknowledgement to Willie Nelson's "I Just Dropped By" for the idea (but not the detail, of course!)

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS (18).

* 

Gary had a busy afternoon contacting as many of his regulars as he could. Some grumbled at him a little but his relationship with almost all of them meant that they still finished each call on good terms.

Before leaving time he called Molly again and requested a copy of his own existing contract. He had suddenly thought that he ought to have something to tempt his possible successor with.

"Why don't you come up here and fetch it Gary," said Molly seductively. "George went out to lunch and now he's playing golf. He won't be back!"

Gary laughed. "Not today Molly although if you download it to my work station I promise to return it personally tomorrow afternoon. How does that sound?"

"OK Gary, that sounds fine but you know that all you have to do is to delete the file I download? You don't need to see me personally to do that."

"Maybe, but I still think it would be better if you were there to examine how I do it, don't you?"

"You've got a date. George is off to the accountants with your new contract tomorrow afternoon. We'll be alone!"

Gary finished the call with his cock tenting his trousers again! Janice came in so he stayed seated.

"Here is your post for signing Gary. Oh, a lady called Gerry called and asked that you call her back after three thirty."

Janice seemed a little grumpy so Gary stood up and kissed her gently.

"Thanks Jan, I'll sign these and then you can take them and post them. Don't come back today. Have a nice evening!"

"Oh thank you Gary, I will!"

"And Jan, don't overdress up tomorrow. It's an ordinary working day until the announcement at noon. Has everybody been informed?"

"Yes they have," laughed Janice. "They all seem to think it's redundancies or that the company has been sold. They will be quite relieved, and disappointed, when they are told the truth!"

Gary laughed too and gave Janice a friendly smack on the bottom as she left.

He got down to the task of trying to devise an attractive contract for his successor and at the same time saving the company some money to offset the cost of his own contract. At the end of the afternoon he felt that he had done a good job and still had a little room to manoeuvre.

Gary treated himself to a couple of pints and a steak on the way back to Nuneaton. The last job he had done in the office was to write a letter giving notice to quit his flat. How the hell he had ever taken it in the first place he didn't know; it was too far from work and he didn't know anybody in Nuneaton.

After giving his order to the attractive young waitress he called Gerry. She picked up immediately.

"Oh Gary, I've been waiting ages for you to call. The house seems so empty this evening and you won't be here tomorrow either. Tell me what you've been doing today?"

Gary gave her a potted version of his actions and movements during the day, telling her that the secrecy would be over by lunchtime.

"That's good darling. What about the delicious Molly and your big titted secretary, Janice isn't it? Have you fucked either of them?"

Gary laughed. "Not yet, I said that I would tell you when and if I have, didn't I? Janice told me today that she wants me to talk dirty to her so I'll be keeping in practice for you, my darling!"

Gerry laughed, "and Holly and Ivy, did you fuck them this morning before you left for work?"

"More like they fucked, ravaged and raped me," said Gary softly as the waitress approached. "I've got to go darling, it looks like my steak is ready; see you Wednesday!"

"Would you like to follow me sir," smiled the waitress. Gary stood and followed as requested. He noted her trim attractive figure as he walked behind her; she was a little slimmer than Ivy but about the same height. His cock firmed up in his pants as he thought of his younger daughter.

The waitress held his chair for him as he sat, her lovely chest about six inches from his face. Her left breast was close to him; according to her little badge mounted at its peak her name was Rose.

"Thank you Rose," said Gary, not changing his line of sight. Rose seemed to him to take a deep breath as if to try to touch him with her breast.

"I'll fetch your meal sir," she said. "I won't be a moment."

She was as good as her word, returning within a minute with his plate. She fussed around him, making sure that he had everything he needed.

Gary felt at that moment that what he needed was to bury his nose down Rose's lovely cleavage. Her uniform was dark blue, square cut on the chest and low enough to show her charms; her breasts were beautifully rounded with that cleavage so inviting!

"You look much happier now than when you first came in sir," Rose chatted animatedly, smiling all the time. "Have you had an exhausting day?"

"Very much so Rose, very much so! I've promised myself an early night tonight to recover from that and also the very hectic weekend I've just had. I've also got a very busy day tomorrow."

"Your life sounds much more exiting than mine sir. Mine's just the same old drudgery every day. I've got two kids and a husband to look after and feed so I have to take this crummy job in the evening."

"Do you have a daytime job as well?"

"Only part-time at the moment but I hope it might develop. I do telephone sales for a timber company. It's quite interesting, learning all about the different woods and everything. I never knew there were so many different types before I started work there. Enjoy your meal sir!"

She left him and Gary started to eat. However, Rose had started a train of thought and he followed it through. He wondered; Rose had seemed bright and articulate. Maybe? As he put down his knife and fork she returned with the dessert menu.

"Who do you work for," he asked? "I'm in the timber trade too; I'm with Arnold's."

"Ooo, I've heard of them," answered Rose perkily. "That's a quality business, my boss says and he should know. I work for Quinton Timber. You have all the best woods!"

"Thank you Rose, we like to think so. Tell me Rose; if you are looking for advancement and would consider a move I might have a proposition for you. I've not thought it through yet but if you will leave me your name, address and phone number I will give you a call, probably sometime next week."

Rose looked down at her customer, this handsome mature man who had just said that he might have a better job for her. Could she trust him? Did she want to? Infringing on her thoughts came the feeling that she quite fancied him; she suddenly felt damp in her panties.

"Just coffee please! Rose!"

"Oh, yes, of course sir!" She scurried off, her mind in a whirl.

When she returned she was much more composed.

"Your coffee sir, " she said. "Er, what you said earlier, about a job at Arnold's; did you mean it?"

"Yes I did."

"I, er, would have to think about it carefully. I couldn't, you know, make a decision like that without a lot of thinking. I know where you're located so I would have to think of practicalities."

"I would expect you to. Sit down Rose."

Oh no! I can't sit here while I'm working. Can you wait a little while in the bar? Mondays are always quiet here so I can get one of the others to cover for me if I leave a bit early. I remember that you said that you wanted an early night. Can you wait?"

"I will always wait on a lovely woman," said Gary invitingly, at least he hoped he was being inviting. "Anyway, I'm interested now so I've woken up a little."

Rose smiled happily. "Thank you sir, I'll just get your bill."

"Bring it to me in the bar and when you do call me Gary. My name is Gary Simmonds."

In the bar Gary ordered tonic water, remembering that he had had two pints of bitter earlier. Rose was not long in joining him. She accepted an orange juice from him.

"Here's my name, address and phone numbers," she said. "Can you tell me anything about the job?"

"No, I can't, not really, 'cos I only just thought of it and then when you said that you worked in timber it just seemed to fall into place. You do sales, on the phone I mean?"

"Oh yes sir, er, Gary. I've done it for about two years now."

"Well, this would, if I figure it out right, be selling timber to firms like Quinton Timber instead of you selling their stock to joiners, builders and the like. One step back up the chain, so to speak. Does that interest you?"

"Will I find out a lot more about wood? Er, is there any commission available?"

Gary held up his hands.

"Steady on my girl. As I said, I've not figured it out yet. This will be a new position, something that's been in the back of my mind for some time. I'll call you no later than Tuesday next week; put your work number on that piece of paper as well. I can pretend to be a customer if I have to; call me Mr Onslow."

"I'm quite exited now Gary. I'm definitely interested."

"Great," said Gary. "I'll definitely call you."

Rose went quiet as if thinking about something important. Then she spoke again.

"Look Mr Simmonds, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot with you so I have to tell you something. I, er, lied to you earlier. I don't have a husband or two kids; I just say that to keep men away. I'm divorced you see and some men see that as an open invitation to hit on a girl. I'm sorry if that changes your opinion of me."

Gary looked across the table at an anxious looking Rose. She was leaning forward; her face and chest were flushed with embarrassment. He looked deliberately at her, from her pretty elfin face to her beautiful rounded breasts. He wanted to bury his nose in her cleavage again; he couldn't tell her that, now could he? Not today anyway! He reached out and put one of his big hands on both her little ones.

"As I said, I'll call you next Tuesday. It won't be this week as I've got a lot to get through. Do you want to walk out to my car with me?"

Rose beamed at him and stood up. If anything her skin was more deeply flushed than before. They walked outside together and Gary steered her towards his car.

"I knew it," gasped Rose as they approached. "We are even parked next to one another!"

They each opened their driver's doors. Gary turned to Rose and, leaning forward, kissed her lightly on her forehead.

"Oh no you don't," she squeaked and kissed him fully on the lips.

"I'll call you next Tuesday," Gary repeated as he closed his door. He started the engine, reversed and then waved to her as he drove away. Rose also waved but Gary didn't see her little tear on her cheek or even know about her damp feeling in her panties again.

Gary felt that things were going so well for him that he dropped off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Next morning he was up and about bright and early. He stopped off at the estate agents and posted his notice of termination of his tenancy. He drove on to his company and was at his desk before eight o'clock.

He phoned Gerry.

"Hello darling," she said cheerily, "where are you?"

She was disappointed that he was in the office already.

"I'm naked in the bathroom and I hoped that you were too," she laughed. "Then I could have got you to toss off all over me in the shower!"

"You'll just have to get up earlier my darling. Us business tycoons have to get an early start. I just wanted to tell you that I love you!"

"I love you too!"

After the call he fished out Rose's piece of paper and copied her details into his computer. Rose Walker, 23, Green Avenue, 'Hmn, not too far away'.

He became aware of movement and Janice came into his office, bearing a big vase of flowers. She turned towards him, displaying her tits to him in another diaphanous blouse, pale lemon today.

"I told you no special clothes or other differences, like flowers," he told her sternly with a big smile on his face. His cock began to rise.

"That's why I came in early boss," Janice smiled as she began to undo her blouse buttons.

"I hope that you've got a bra to wear later," gasped Gary as Jan's generous tits bared themselves to his hungry gaze. "You'll give old George a heart attack!"

"He didn't have one the first time he saw my tits," grinned Jan. "Are you just going to look at them?"

Gary jumped over to her and took two large handfuls. "Have you fucked George as well?" Gary took both of Jan's nipples between fingers and thumbs and pulled on them. "When did you do that with him?"

"When he helped me to move into my new flat. I wanted to thank him and with the relief of being free from my fucking husband it just seemed to be the right thing to do. Ohhhh yessss Gary, bite them, lick them, spit on them, smack them!"

Gary worked at Jan's tits with a will. Then he placed her hand on his bulge in his crotch; she squeezed, none too gently either!

"Go on Jan, get it out and toss me off! Toss me off all over your tits. It's twenty-four hours since I shot any spunk so I should have a good load for you!"

Jan didn't need a second bidding. She pulled down his zip and dived into his crotch. She gasped as she saw his size and began to frig him firmly; she dropped to her knees.

"Can I taste?" she panted.

"Go ahead," gasped Gary.

Jan swallowed him whole, just keeping enough free to frig at the root of his shaft. Gary began to feel his orgasm coming and leaned back across his desk; Jan was now sucking him off with his organ pointing straight upward. Here it fucking comes, he thought and opened his mouth to warn her.

Then..... .

"Gary, are you ready for? Fuckin' Hell! Wow, fuckin' Hell. Wow!"

George had opened the door and walked in, speaking as he did so. At that second Gary shot his load, his first shot hitting Jan full in the face as she jumped back in surprise. Because she did not let go of him with her frigging hand Gary kept on firing his spunk, accurately hitting her breasts time and time again.

Jan sat down with a bump on the floor. George recovered himself and quickly fished out his growing cock. For a near sixty year old he was showing fine form.

"My turn now Jan. Come and do the same for me!"

Gary watched with surprise as his personal assistant turned and swallowed the Managing Director's cock.

It didn't take long for Janice to trigger George's spunk. His eyes suddenly bulged and he gasped into his climax. Janice kept his cock deep in her mouth. She finally released George's cock and tucked it away inside his trousers. She stood facing them now, with Gary's spunk cooling on her breasts. She collected some on to a finger and sucked it; Gary's cock began to rise again.

"Yes, well, I'll get you gentlemen some coffee, shall I?"

Gary tucked his cock away, saying to George as he did so, "what was it you wanted to see me about George?"

They discussed the announcement procedure due at mid-day and then Gary told George about the interviews he had scheduled for his replacement. He also mentioned a new sales post that he had been thinking about.

"All those decisions are yours to make, Gary my boy," grinned George. "What's the new job all about? Can we afford it?"

"I've not thought it all the way through yet," answered Gary. "I've been thinking that we're not proactive enough selling on the phone. If we had someone knowledgeable enough about wood we could pick up a lot of sales. It's no good customers having to wait if I'm available, they need someone right there all the time."

"It may not be so easy to find someone with the knowledge we need; and if you do can we afford them?"

"You're right George but it just so happens that quite by chance I might have met the right person last night. Someone who is already selling in the timber industry, selling to builders, woodworkers, carpenters and the like. When I've thought through everything about the job I'm going to set up a test. Then we'll see!"

George clapped a hand on Gary's shoulder and stood up to leave.

"I knew I'd picked the right man to take over when I chose you Gary. See you at twelve!"

Gary knuckled down to some mundane tasks. Janice brought him more coffee at eleven thirty. He noticed that she had now put on a bra, a lacy, sexy light blue one.

In the last half-hour he put together a job description with Rose in mind.

The gathering at twelve o'clock went off like clockwork. The entire workforce cheered when George announced his retirement and then cheered even louder when he announced his choice of replacement.

Then Gary made a short speech to reassure everyone that things were going to proceed as normal although he would be making a change or two in due course. Janice also got a cheer when Gary said that she would be his new Personal Assistant. That made everyone look at Molly.

"Molly is leaving too," said Gary. "She's going with George!"

There was silence for a moment or two then pandemonium broke out. Everyone wanted to shake hands with George and Gary and kiss Molly and Janice. As he shook hands with everyone Gary waited to be greeted by one particular employee.

"Thanks Ted," he said to Ted Evans, the works foreman. "Have you got a minute straight after this to come to my office. I've got a little task that's right up your alley."

Soon the two men were sitting in Gary's office. He outlined his idea of a new sales position and asked Ted to prepare something for him.

"You see Ted," he explained, "the person we want must be able to recognise all the different woods that we deal in, whether or not it's a hard or soft wood, if it's easy to work with and so on. I want you and your guys to make me a sort of test so that candidates for this job can show us how much they know about this industry and in particular how much they know about different woods. Can you do it?"

Ted scratched his head thoughtfully. "I reckon I can Gary," he said at last. "We can knock up a sample tray of everything that we sell, and some that we don't. The details can be labelled on the back and then you can test away to your heart's content." 

"Great, that sounds fine Ted. The only thing is that I have a possible candidate already lined up and I would like to interview and test next week if possible. What do you think?"

"I'm sure we can manage that Gary. What will George think of it I wonder?"

"George has already given me the go ahead. He says that all decisions from today are mine and mine alone!"

"That's OK then boss! I'll go and get started then."

Boss! Gary liked the sound of that.

 oooOOOooo

"Welcome Gary," smiled Molly as she greeted him by kissing his cheek and locking her office door. Today she was wearing a tight red sweater over her generous breasts with an equally tight black skirt, which just about reached her knees.

Gary handed her a folder containing her contract, all the time watching her breasts moving gently under the wool of her sweater. Was she wearing a bra? Surely he could just make out a pair of nipples? His cock was rock hard!

Molly dropped the folder on top of the shredder mounted to one side of her huge desk. She put her arms around Gary's neck and rested her bottom against her desk.

"That feels better, doesn't it?" she murmured as she fastened her lips to his, her wet tongue already seeking entrance. Gary complied and they coupled easily.

Gary's cock re-erected in about two seconds flat! Molly was pulling his body to hers and he instantly felt her hard pubic bone grinding against his rock hard cock. He pushed and she pushed back; the heat began to rise!

Molly broke the kiss, her magnificent chest heaving, her hard bone still against his.

"George says you've got a huge cock," she gasped. "I know about this morning in your office. He came back and fucked me on his desk again! Now I want to see yours!"

"Be my guest," grinned Gary, releasing the pressure. Molly whimpered and attacked his belt buckle. In less than five seconds she had his hot hard shaft in her hands, her long fingers wrapped around him.




That Old House Ch. 03



"Ohhh, this feels so wonderful," she murmured. "It's so hot and soft and hard at the same time. I'm going to enjoy this!"

Molly made to bend down towards the object of her desire but Gary stopped her. First of all he thrust both hands under her sweater and cupped her breasts. She was in fact wearing a bra, but one so thin and soft that he could easily find and stimulate her nipples into firm nodules. Gary then quickly found the fastening to her skirt; in three seconds it was around her ankles. He surveyed his prize.

Molly's magnificent body was before him. He pulled her sweater off over her head. He reached for her breasts again.

"Strip off," he ordered. "Get naked!"

"Oh yes Gary," whimpered Molly. She unclipped her bra and let it fall. Gary grasped her large round breasts and looked down as Molly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. He pulled hard on her long stiff nipples and gazed at her forest of shining dark brown pubic hair.

"This is going to be a change," he grinned at her. "My new lady is shaved. I'm looking forward to feeling your pubes pushing against mine!" Gary leant down and sucked on a big nipple; Molly pulled his head to her chest.

"I would love to get shaved down there," gasped Molly. "I think George would love it don't you? Oh God Gary you feel so hard! Fuck me now! Stick this lovely cock in me now!"

Gary reached behind Molly and grasped her buttocks. He lifted her so that she was sitting on the very edge of her desk. He spread her thighs.

"Keep your heels on," he ordered. "I want you to look like a girl in a porno movie. Are you ready now? Keep your fucking thighs spread and show me your crack."

Molly smiled and parted her bush to reveal her pink slash. Gary groaned and pushed his engine to her tunnel entrance. They both watched with bated breath as he slowly, oh so slowly, slid his nine inches or so into her molten furnace.

"Christ you're hot!" he groaned.

"Oh my God, you're so big and hard!" gaspe4d Molly. "Start now, start fucking me, slowly first and then speed up and Gary, treat me rough and talk dirty to me!"

Gary withdrew to her hole and then pushed firmly back in, repeating this several times. Molly made juice and squelchy noises began. After a few strokes at that pace Gary stopped.

He pulled Molly's legs over his shoulders, and then he grasped her breasts tightly. He withdrew his cock again.

"Ready?" he said; Molly nodded. Gary rammed home hard and began to fuck her, pulling hard on her nipples. After a few strokes he let go of her breasts and smacked her buttocks hard!

"That's it Gary, smack my arse, fuck my pussy hard! Faster! Faster! Yessss! Yessss! Yessss! God, your cock is so big! I'm full of cock! Squeeze my tits some more, make them red!"

"I'll fucking make them red, you fucking tart you! Your arse will be just as red when I've finished with it too! God, you're making me want to come soon; I can feel my balls getting ready to deliver!"

Molly's bottom was squeaking along the desk surface as Gary pounded into her hot cunt. God, was he enjoying this? He thrust harder and faster. Molly was still shouting at him.

"Oh God yes Gary, you're going to make me come! I can feel it coming. Keep on trying to hurt me! Make me scream a1s I come! Yesss! Yessss! Yesssss!"

Molly achieved her orgasm easily, copious liquid flowing from her vagina and anointing Gary's still pistoning shaft. Her entreaties to him to hurt her had inhibited his own orgasm; he slowed his thrusting and grinned up at her.

"How did you enjoy that then, Molly my dear?"

Molly was still up for it. "That was fucking fantastic Gary. I love George dearly but you can fuck me anytime, anywhere! You haven't come yet, have you? Are you going to keep it for another woman or are you going to fuck me again?"

"I was just thinking that your arsehole looked very fetching Molly. How about me shooting off up your rectum. I could do that either before or after I shave your pussy!"

Molly squirmed juicily on her desktop, her liquid still running around Gary's hard cock. She sat up quickly and kissed him before lying down again.

"No one has done my arse since my divorce," she said. "Ken used to do it but your cock is bigger than his."

"Do you want to try it?"

"Okay, but when you come I want you to shoot it all over my tits and belly. I like to watch a big cock come all over me!"

Gary spread Molly's plentiful juice from her cunt to her arsehole, opening her up and massaging her arse lips to allow her come juice to penetrate. The he slowly withdrew his cock from her cunt and knocked on her back door with his big knob end. Molly reached down and pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers.

Her arsehole appeared and Gary pushed. Being in practice, so to speak, he soon made room for his knob and it popped into Molly's rectum.

"Ooooo!"

"OK?"

"Ohhh yess, it feels good. Just push on in slowly until I tell you to stop!"

Gary complied but Molly said nothing. Soon he was all inside her. Her tunnel was hot and comforting and the tight confines soon began to excite his nerve endings.

"My God Molly, I can soon come inside your arse; you are so stimulating!"

"You can come in there next time Gary. This time I want to see you come. Start fucking my arsehole and pull out and fire as you come!"

Gary obeyed and began to shaft her long hot tunnel, grabbing at her breasts again. Molly began to move again and it was soon obvious that she was going to come again. As she did so Gary reached breaking point. He pulled out of her arse and began to fire off his strong spurts of spunk.

Molly had underestimated Gary's potential. His first shot landed fair and square on her breasts but his second hit her half open mouth. The other five or so all hit her tits and belly. She was truly soaked. She looked down at her body.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as she sucked in the shot on her mouth, "that's a lot. Thank you darling, I loved that. Two orgasms and a huge load of spunk all over me. What else could a girl ask for; except perhaps getting her pussy shaved? How are you going to do that?"

"I was a boy scout Molly; I'm always prepared. I'll just go down to the car and fetch my shaving gear out of my overnight bag. You clean up and prepare yourself, I won't be a tick!"

In less than two minutes Gary was tapping on Molly's office door again. She let him in.

"Hurry up Gary, I'm nearly pissing myself with anticipation. Where are you going to do it?"

"Let's go into your bathroom so that I can have a water supply," said Gary. He stripped off again as he followed Molly's bouncing buttocks into the bathroom. Inside he finished off by showing off his re-erected cock. Molly reached for him, rubbing her come juicy hands up and down his shaft.

While she was attending to him Gary made preparations to shave her. When he was ready he squirted the shaving foam over her bush; Molly drew in her breath as the cold foam hit her belly. Then she murmured with pleasure as Gary massaged it all over her fanny. He knelt down as she leant against the wash hand basin.

"Oooo, that feels horny!"

"Shut up you tart you!" exclaimed Gary as he laid his razor against her skin. "This may pull a bit; your pussy hair is a bit long for this blade!"

Gary commenced, drawing his new blade into Molly's bush. Her pubes were soft so he managed without any great difficulty; a pale pink expanse of skin appeared behind the path of his stroke. He made a second cut and her pussy lips appeared.

"Oh my God, hurry up Gary, I want to piss real bad now!"

"Wait a minute, you little piss pot you. You'll get your pissing chance soon enough!"

Gary finished and rubbed his hand all over her smooth snatch. It felt beautifully warm and damp. He leant forward and kissed her breasts, nipping at each nipple in turn. Then he stood and rubbed his cock head up and down her now clearly visible slit.

"Still want to piss?"

Molly nodded, biting her lip as she fought to control her actions.

"Right! Piss on my cock, you little tart you! Go on!"

"But Gary, it'll make a mess!"

"You can clean it up afterwards. Just think what George will do to you when he sees your cunt!"

"Ohhhh yessss!"

Molly's vagina lips trembled and her lips opened slightly. Her urethra could be seen and it trembled too as a pale yellow stream ejected from it, all over Gary's cock and balls. He held firm, gripping her tits and watching her.

She did not have much; it was only the reaction to the shaving. As she finished Gary pressed forward and watched as his cock slid past Molly's urethra and into her vagina. She was still hot and became instantly wet as he started a fucking action. She flung her arms around his neck and sobbed.

"Ohhh yesss!" she cried. "Fuck me again Gary, fill my pussy with your cream this time. Let me feel your hot come shoot inside me. Ohhhh My God, that's fantastic!"

Gary was really enjoying Molly. He pulled her upright and smacked her bum cheeks alternately in time to his thrusts. She gave back as good as she got, digging her nails into his own arse flesh.

Neither of them could last long. Gary fired his third come of the day deep up her cunny as she howled into another orgasm of her own.

They grinned at one another as they tidied up. Gary suddenly felt the need and turned to the toilet and let fly. Molly took him in hand.

"I've not done that for a long time either," she laughed. "I think I was on my honeymoon when I first did it! It seemed so horny and dirty."

"Keep on being horny and dirty Molly," grinned Gary as he squeezed her ample mammaries again. "Goodbye and thanks, I'll see you soon."

"You certainly will, I'll tell George he's got to let me fuck with you again real soon!"

 oooOOOooo

Gary returned to his office by way of the workshop and storeroom. Most of the workers stopped work to shake his hand and congratulate him. Ted showed him the test taking shape.

By the time he got back to the office it was almost leaving time and he told Janice she could go. He kissed her and briefly squeezed her bra-encased breasts.

Janice left and Gary sat down for a few moments, thinking about the day. Some of the events made his cock rise and the others just gave him a warm glowing feeling. He pressed a couple of buttons on his mobile.

"Hello darling," came Gerry's happy voice. "Have you had a nice day? Did you sign the contract?"

"Signed, sealed and delivered!" answered Gary with a laugh. "How's my favourite girl this evening?"

"I'm feeling lonely and forsaken! My two favourite men, my son and my lover are not with me!"

"I like the thought of being your favourite man," said Gary. "It makes my cock rise."

"Goody, but I don't want you going and putting your stiff cock anywhere else tonight! I shall be jealous otherwise."

"No, it's finished fucking for the day now. Do you remember darling the note in the back of my new contract?"

There was a short silence then an excited squeak.

"You mean George's PA? Did you? Did you fuck her today?"

"I fucked her across her desk and then I shaved her pussy before fucking her against the wash basin. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night. You can play with my cock as I tell you then I shall fuck you hard and fill you with my spunk. How about that?"

"I'm naked on my bed now darling. I'm going to diddle myself hard until I squirt. I wish you were here."

Gary laughed, "I'm hard now thinking of you doing just that. Save me some for tomorrow night. I'll be with you about six o'clock."

"Sleep well my darling," said Gerry as they broke the connection.

Gary called at the same pub as last night but was disappointed to learn that it was Rose's night off. In the car park later he called Holly. When she answered there was an unholy noise in the background and he had to shout, telling her to turn it down.

When he could hear he asked her if everything was all right.

"Ohhh yes Daddy, especially now you've called. Ivy and I have been unpacking and setting straight. That noise was her radio in the lounge. How is your week going? Have you signed your new contract yet?"

Gary told Holly almost all that had happened over the last two days. Then he asked her for her news. He also asked why Ivy was with her and not at college.

"Oh," said Holly, "you know our brain box in the family. She's ahead of her schedule with her paper submissions so she doesn't need to go down to Bristol this week, except on Thursday for a tutorial. I'll pick her up at New Street on Friday afternoon and we'll be down in Oakby by six. Is that all right?"

Gary assured her that it was and that he was looking forward to seeing them again. He told her that he had given notice at his flat and would start looking for a new place tomorrow.

"About time!" she agreed. "That was the crummiest place that you've ever had. You can always stay with me temporarily until you find somewhere. I'll enjoy sleeping with you again! By the way, that message that was tucked into the back of your new contract, have you done anything about that yet?"

Gary laughed, there were no flies on Holly.

"I took care of it his afternoon," he laughed. "Very enjoyable it was too!"

"I'm jealous now Daddy. I love you, you know. Oh wait, Ivy's here!"

"Hi Daddy, my lover!" came Ivy's higher pitched voice. "Holly and I have almost got her straight so that we can soon entertain you. Won't that be nice? Much better than a crummy hotel room!"

Holly had grabbed her phone back.

"Isn't Ivy a tart Daddy? Seriously though, we do both love you very much and you can make love to us whenever you like. We've discussed this too. We won't get in the way between you and Gerry at the weekend. We'll make do with Richard if he's anything like presentable.

"He's younger than you my darling. I think he's younger than Ivy too."

"Never mind, you said it was an optional naked house, didn't you? Once we've seen the size of his cock his age may not matter too much! Savvy?"

They said goodbye with further protestations of love for each other. Visions of his naked daughters had prompted Gary to release his throbbing tool from his trousers as they talked. He now stowed it away and started the car, not looking forward to a lonely evening in Nuneaton. He decided that he would download his pictures into his computer and then disconnect it and transport it to Gerry's house. Thankfully he remembered that there were not many more lonely nights left for him in Nuneaton.

 oooOOOooo

Wednesday morning finally came and he drove to work thinking about seeing Gerry later. His cock was hard in his trousers as he thought about her. He resisted the urge to phone her.

He managed to get to his office without incident, cockwise that is. However, Janice was there before him today, her unfettered breasts winking at him through her flimsy blouse. He hardened up again and she watched.

"Oh Christ Jan, I give up! Get your tits out and come over here. Lock the door first this time. I don't want to share you with George again this morning!"

Janice did as he bade her and kissed him as she palmed his stiff cock. She tugged down his zip and delved into his pants, examining her prize.

"I think I'm going to do this for you every morning when you are MD," she giggled. "Do you want to come on my tits again or down my throat?"

"You decide for me," groaned Gary as her felt Janice's lips engulf his throbbing shaft.

She worked with a will on her groaning boss and eventually swallowed his offering. She stood up and wiped her lips before kissing him.

"Molly isn't in this morning," she smiled. "George has asked me to go up to his office. I think he wants me to try out his desk for size! Is that all right Gary?"

Gary laughed and smacked her bottom in agreement.

"George said that Molly is very tired this morning. He said something about having too much of a good thing! I wonder what he meant by that. Do you know Gary?"

Gary laughed and told Janice that he had shaved Molly yesterday afternoon as a surprise for George.

Janice laughed too and then looked pensive.

"Do you think that George would prefer me to be shaved too Gary. I've never shaved there but I'm prepared to do it to please George."

Gary reached into his pants and produced his car keys.

"If you want me to do it for you go and get my bag from the car. I've got a shaving kit in there. I'll enjoy shaving you and I shall enjoy fucking you all the more tomorrow night!"

Janice took the keys with only a slight hesitation and soon she was laid across Gary's desk, panties off and thighs spread. Gary was now in practice so in less than five minutes Janice had a naked pussy. She examined her smooth pussy lips and thanked him.

"Any time Jan, any time," he smiled as he bent down and kissed her lower lips, inserting his tongue as she clamped her hands to the back of his head. After a minute or so he released himself, patted her bottom and helped her up.

"There you are, you're all ready for George now! Off you go and enjoy yourself!"

Just before lunch there was a tap on his door and Ted Evans stuck his head around the jamb.

"Have you got a minute or two to have a look at our first attempt to devise your wood test Gary? It's heavier than I expected so it would be better if you could come down to the workshop."

"That's great, Ted," said Gary. "I need to stretch my legs anyway. I'll come down now!"

Ted's efforts were more than acceptable to Gary. Twenty-eight different wood samples were displayed in a frame, all planed smooth and polished to show the grain on each with a thin oil covering, linseed probably.

"That's really good Ted, thank you. Can I suggest that you make the samples smaller so that you finish up with a more manageable size for the future? This one will do for next week though. Thanks a lot. Who built this one for you?"

"Jack Thorogood and I built it. It didn't take too long."

Gary took two tenners out of his wallet and handed them to Ted.

"There you are Ted, a small tax free bonus for you and Jack. Don't drink it all at once!"

He returned to his office and tidied his desk. Then he called Janice in.

"I'm off now Jan. I've got a hot date tonight, a very hot date! I will leave my mobile on until five-thirty just in case. I'll see you sometime in the morning. Don't forget that we have a date tomorrow evening now!"

"As if I could possibly forget Gary. I promise to keep my hands to myself until after work tomorrow!"

"Did you keep your hands to yourself in George's office this morning?"

"Ohhh no Gary! He laid me across his desk and then, er, he laid me! He went crazy over my shaven pussy!"

"Good girl," answered Gary, tweaking a nipple as he opened the door. "If you're asked, especially by Molly, you don't know where I am; even if you've got my cock in your mouth at the time. All right?"

"Yes sir," giggled Janice. "Have a good time tonight."

"I will, don't you worry!"

About halfway to Oakby Gary's cock began to rise. By the time he turned into Beech Drive he was as hard as iron. He got out of the car, suddenly remembering that he didn't have a key. He needn't have worried, the front door opened to his touch. He hung up his jacket in the hall and shouted out.

"I'm here Gerry darling, where are you?"

"Upstairs darling; I'm waiting for you!"

Gary ran up the stairs, tearing off his tie and unfastening his shirt buttons as he ran. He burst through the open bedroom door.

Gerry was reclining on the bed, stark naked! She had her left breast cupped in one hand with two fingers of her right hand deep up her cunny. Her thighs were wide open and she was frigging herself with very wet fingers. She grinned lasciviously at Gary.

"What do you think of how I look Gary darling? God, I've been frigging my cunt for at least half an hour now. I've come at least twice but neither of them was as powerful as your cock can do darling! Come here quickly!"




That Old House Ch. 03



Gary moved swiftly to Gerry's bedside. His shirt was off now and his flies were open. He produced his cock and Gerry moaned as she took possession of his long hard rod. In a second or two he was engulfed by her hot wet mouth. He thrust at her as he tried to rid himself of the rest of his clothing, at the same time claiming possession of her firm jutting breasts.

Gerry released his cock from her mouth, firmly frigging his wet shaft with her hands.

"Wonderful," she gasped, licking at his knob end. "Get up here and fuck me with this beauty!"

Gary needed no second invitation. He mounted the bed, climbed between Gerry's thighs and approached his target. Gerry guided him all the way. In an instant Gary was sliding easily into her hot wet channel.

"Oh my God, I've missed this feeling," he groaned as he began to thrust deeply in and out of Gerry's cunt. "I just can't get enough of your cunt Gerry darling!"

"Even though you've been in several others since Sunday afternoon," grunted Gerry as she squeezed and thrust at his gigantic engine. "I swear that you are even bigger today then you were before."

"Are you complaining darling?"

"Far from it, I'm loving it!"

Gary, being in practice, so to speak, knew he was going to last a long time this evening. If he could get Gerry off first, possibly even a second time, he thought about shooting his load up her arse. This thought made him stiffen even more and Gerry launched into an orgasm, stinging his arse cheeks as she gripped him firmly. Gary loved it and thrust deeply, stopping right inside her.

"Was that to your satisfaction Madam?" he enquired cheekily as he rolled his hairy chest all over Gerry's breasts.

Gerry moaned softly and caressed his long hard shaft with her cunt muscles. In addition she withdrew and then slid him deeply into her pussy again. She stroked his sweating face with her loving fingers.

"That was fucking marvellous darling!" she whispered. "And you haven't even come yet, have you? All your other women are keeping you in practice for me, aren't they? What are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to make long hard love to you again and then I'm going to fuck your arsehole until I shoot my load into your rectum!"

"Ooooo yesss please! Let's do it! I can feel another orgasm coming on already!"

Gary recommenced shafting into Gerry's deep hot cunt, firmly grinding down on her breasts. Long hard fucking strokes soon began to make their impression on her nerve endings. She thrust herself up and along his rigid pole, moaning and groaning loudly as she picked up speed. As she orgasmed Gary felt a firm hot stream as her juices anointed his cock; he had to concentrate to hold on this time.

They became still. Gerry looked up at her lover and stroked his sweating face with her hands again. She wiped them on to his buttocks. They kissed deeply, Gary rolling his hairy chest against Gerry's breasts again as she slipped her fingers down his arse crack to find his puckered hole. They grinned at one another.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Always for you my darling," she smiled. "How are you going to take me?"

"Like this!"

Gary lifted Gerry's thighs and put her legs over his shoulders. The proximity of her aromatic orgasmic cunt enveloped his nostrils, causing his cock to stiffen from firm to hard.

Gary massaged Gerry's pussy, encouraging her to leak her cum from her crack. Then he spread the juice on to her arsehole, opening her hole to allow her sticky cream to trickle inside her. Finally he was ready!

"Reach down and pull your arse cheeks apart darling," he instructed.

Gerry complied and Gary gazed down at the hole she revealed. He pushed his cock tip to the dark entrance and pushed. Gerry opened herself up a little more and Gary watched his whole length slide into her rectum. He pushed his pubic bone up against her clitoris and rubbed firmly. Gerry squealed.

"Ohhhh Gary darling, that feels fantastic! I'm going to come all over you very soon if you continue like that. Are you going to fill my arsehole with your hot cream?"

"I'm now going to shag your arsehole very hard my darling! Are you ready?"

"I've been ready since you left on Sunday afternoon, you bastard! Go on, do your worst! Fuck me and fill me! Make me squirt again!"

Gary withdrew and thrust. He did it again and again, picking up speed as he worked. It felt incredible! He knew he was going to come very soon! Gerry began making unintelligible noises.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, getting louder and louder all the time. Then she shouted out loud, "yes darling, shoot your load, fill my arse! I'm going to squirt!"

Squirt she surely did, a fountain of liquid erupting from her vagina in a firm squirt into the air between them. She followed this with another, and another, about five in all. She soaked them both. Gary groaned and fired too but he shot off inside Gerry's arsehole.

"Fuckin' Hell that's hot," she shouted. "Yes darling yes! Fill me up you fucker! Oh my God you've got more!"

Gary felt his urethra distend as his copious spunk shot out of his balls and inundated Gerry's arsehole. Soon his offering was leaking back from her stretched hole. He pulled out slowly, lowered Gerry's thighs and then lay on top of her. Gerry luxuriously rolled her wet belly against his hot sticky softening shaft.

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Gary and Gerry lay against one another for quite a long while. They idly kissed and fondled one another. Their bellies slowly dried off so Gary felt into her cunt and extracted more sticky juice and spread it over her crotch. Next time they kissed he put his wet fingers in their mouths.

"Mmnn," said Gerry quietly. "Are you hungry darling? I admit to feeling lazy so I got a couple of steaks out of the freezer. I cut the chips myself though."

"That will do nicely miss," grinned Gary, kissing her again. "I love you; in fact, I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Don't Gary darling, not unless you really mean it! I'll go and put the meal on. Come downstairs and open a bottle of wine. I got some in but I'm not much of a wine expert. You come and tell what I've done wrong."

"Okay Gerry darling, I'll come in a minute. Before you go come and sit on my chest; I want to smell your pussy." She giggled and scrambled up, swinging her left thigh over his body.

God she did smell good and sexy, very sexy, it oozed out of her. Gary grasped her breasts and lifted her gently, pulling her vagina to his lips. Gerry moaned loudly as he agitated her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and sucked into her hole. He sat her back down and smacked both her buttocks sharply. Gerry squealed.

"Off you go woman," snarled Gary, smacking her again. "Go and get your man some food. He will need fuel before he fucks you again."

Gerry turned away from him.

"Yes Master! At once Master! Smack my arse again please Master!" Gary obliged, making 'red hand' marks on his target.

Gerry got off the bed, rubbing her bottom. She went to the door and looked back with a smile.

"Gary darling?"

"Yes?"

"Don't be mad please but I got you a present. It's hanging on the inside of the bathroom door."

Gerry left and Gary got up. He needed a piss anyway. He went into the bathroom and looked on the back of the door. On it was a fantastic new bathrobe! It was red with a big black and white tiger across the back. Gary smiled with pleasure.

He had his piss in the shower as he washed his sweaty body down. Then he dried himself, put on his new robe and went downstairs to find the wine.

Gerry was at the worktop, chopping mushrooms. He put his arms around her from behind, capturing her naked breasts. He squeezed her tightly.

"Thank you darling, thank you!" He nuzzled into her neck. "Your tiger is here! I love it; it's fantastic!"

"I'm glad you like it. I got one for Richard too. His has a lion on the back. I thought you might find them useful at the week-end, less blatant than naked bodies all the time."

"That's fine darling. It's a good idea. You have to be stark bollock naked all the time though; I never know when I want to fuck you! Now, where's that wine?"

Gerry laughed as she showed him what she had purchased. Gary approved, his knowledge of wine was fairly basic at best. He was like most wine drinkers, 'I know what I like'.

They soon sat down and enjoyed their steaks with all the trimmings. They drank wine, cracked jokes and talked about this and that. Gary asked all sorts of questions about the house to try and find out how much different it was now.

Soon they mounted the stairs again and lay on the bed. Gary felt totally relaxed now. He put his arm around Gerry and kissed her. She returned the kiss and then began to caress his prick. As expected, Gary began to grow again.

"Now darling," began Gerry. "You have to tell me all about my friend here making love to all these other women. You can start with your daughters. How do you think that Holly and Ivy feel about you now; now that you have made love to them I mean?"

"I just felt that although they tell me they love me they just seemed to want me to fuck them. It was all a bit heavy and hectic. When I left them they were very loving. I spoke to them yesterday. They've moved Holly into her new flat and Ivy seems to have moved all her stuff from her mother's too. I've given notice on my flat in Nuneaton and Holly said that I could go there temporarily. What do you think?"

"As I said before darling, just play it by ear. It sounds to me that they just want some hard sex at the moment. They'll still love you when they've got a guy of their own. You see if I'm not right. Anyway, you don't need to go to Holly at night; it's not too far to come here is it?"

Gary grinned and kissed her again.

"What have you decided to do about Richard tomorrow night?"

"Not so fast, you've got some other women to tell me about, you big fucker you! Tell me about Molly first!"

So Gary went through the whole saga. It was mainly about Molly of course but he did mention Janice and even Rose.

"Hmnn! So George is fucking your secretary too! Have you fucked her yet? I bet you have, you bastard!"

Gary explained that that event was to come. Tomorrow night! He promised to tell all on Friday evening just as she was to tell all about Richard.

By now Gary's cock was rock hard and Gerry's mouth was hard at work. She soon had her reward and then it was Gary's turn to return the complement. When he had finished Gerry was bathed in sweat again.

"Thank you darling, that was lovely! You almost made me squirt again. I've never done that without a cock in me. Next time maybe; lets go shower, I want to piss now!"

"Me too," laughed Gary. "Let's do it together!"

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Gary was on the road early next morning. For the first few miles he remembered the great fuck that he had just had. Gerry had awakened him with his cock in her mouth and when he had thrown her on to her back to fuck her she had bounced up on to all fours and shown him her twin holes. He had immediately mounted her and fucked her pussy hard, changing to her arsehole as she entered her orgasm. He shot his early morning load into her rectum.

Then he began to think of the day ahead and more particularly of the forthcoming evening. He knew that he was going to enjoy Janice's body tremendously. His mind filled with a vision of her juicy tits and generous buttocks. He resolved to have both of her holes at least once!

He arrived at his desk before Janice and that gave him an idea. A few minutes later he heard her enter the outer office. He gave her about sixty seconds and then called on the intercom.

"Come in here Janice."

He had purposefully sounded severe on the intercom and Janice looked a little nervous as she came through the door. She was wearing her more severe business dress today, a grey pin striped skirt and a white cotton blouse. Gary could not tell whether or not she was wearing a bra; he assumed that she was.

"Janice, you were not here when I arrived this morning. I call that late; what do you have to say for yourself?"

Janice glanced at Gary's desk clock. It was still only 8.25 am, five minutes before starting time.

"I'm sorry Gary. I did not realise that you intended to be here early. What can I do to make up for my tardiness?"

Gary stood up and walked around his desk.

"Come here and stand by me. That's right! Now, lean over my desk so that I can spank you for your laxity!"

In a second Gary was gazing down on Janice's lush rounded bottom! She was wearing white cotton panties over her buttocks. In one single movement Gary pulled them to her ankles; Janice moaned.

"Oh my God Gary, please don't hurt me!"

Gary stroked one hand over her warm globes and then freed her ankles of her panties. He firmly spread her thighs and squeezed both buttocks luxuriously. Janice moaned again but made the mistake of pushing her bottom back on to Gary's hands. He could see that her naked pussy was wet. He smacked both cheeks and she gasped and made more juice. He could not tell whether or not it was from pain or pleasure.

He suppressed an urge to free his cock and piss on her arse crack; that could come later.

"Right Jan, now it's time for your punishment! Five on each side should be enough for a first offence, don't you agree?"

Janice said nothing so Gary gripped her hair and pulled her face up to look him in the eye.

"I said five should be enough! You didn't answer; what do you say?"

"Ohhhh yes Gary, smack my naughty bottom, smack me hard! Don't do more than five though or you might make me pee myself! I feel like I want to!"

Gary said nothing. He just smacked her right buttock hard. Janice squealed! Gary smacked her left buttock, even harder. She squealed again and Gary hit her left one again, surprising her into another squeak. Gary moved back to the right one and continued to smack her until he completed the five. He contemplated his handiwork and then smacked her again on each cheek.

Janice moaned and her buttocks rippled as she reacted by squirting a strong squirt of piss on to the carpet in front of Gary's desk! Gary groaned too, his cock threatening to burst from his trousers.

He stepped back and told her to get up, holding her panties in his hand. Janice straightened up and turned her tear-streaked face to him. He held out the panties.

"Wipe your crack and then give these back to me. Hurry up girl, I want to sniff your piss!"

Janice wiped her face first and then lifted her skirt to reveal her wet crack. She wiped herself dry and then handed her panties back to Gary. In front of her he put her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned at her.

"There Jan, that was a different start to the day, wasn't it? I don't know about you but I thoroughly enjoyed it and my cock did too. Just look at the bulge in my pants."

Janice smiled at Gary timidly and looked down at his cock tenting his trousers.

"I, I think I'd better wipe your carpet Gary before it stains. I'll get a small rug for the front of your desk in case you need to punish me for any reason in the future."

"Don't worry about it Jan. Go up to George's suite this morning and work out how big the rugs need to be for the area in front of the desks. We'll be changing the carpets soon after we move in. If George is there do not fuck him this morning. I want a clean, unused twat for today, understand? However, you can send Molly down here; tell her I want to inspect her fanny!"

Janice hurried out, sans panties and soon returned with Gary's post and a mob and bucket. He ignored his post and went on a tour of the factory and stores. He approved the wood sample test and told Ted to put it somewhere safe, ready for its first user next week. In about half an hour he returned to his office; the damp patch was drying nicely.

He turned to his post and was busy reading an offer to supply some quality oak when his door opened unannounced and Molly swept in. She looked tremendous this morning in a tight burgundy sweater and an equally tight dark grey skirt that just showed her knees. Black heels at least four inches high highlighted her superior appearance. She locked the door behind her; she immediately noticed the damp patch, smiled and approached him.

"Had an accident I see Gary, Janice spilt your coffee this morning?"

Gary looked up at Molly without expression.

"No she just temporarily lost control of her bladder when I smacked her for being five minutes late this morning. Now, did Janice give you a message from me?"

Molly grinned, expanding her magnificent chest.

"She said something about a fanny inspection. What did that mean?"

For the second time that morning Gary stood and walked around his desk. He stood close to Molly who held her ground with her breasts almost touching his shirt.

"If I do a job I like to check up on it to see if it's still looking perfect after a few days. I did a job on you Molly so I'm checking. Show me your beautiful naked fanny! Right now!"

Molly just lifted her skirt; she was wearing no panties! Gary gasped and stroked his right hand over her vagina, picking up a little dampness as he went. He licked his palm.

"Molly why don't you sit on the edge of my desk and spread your thighs so that I can make a close and detailed inspection? If you're very good I just might use my tongue on you!"

Molly almost scrambled to obey him. Gary reached into his desk drawer and pulled out Janice's piss soaked panties. He handed them to Molly and dropped to his knees in front of Molly's cunt. There was extra liquid there already; he inhaled deeply!

"Have a sniff at Jan's piss while I have a close look at you Molly. If you need to piss yourself just warn me. This is the only suit I have here in the office. Now, let's see."

Gary gently caressed all over Molly's vagina. He stroked over her clitoris, watching it grow and harden. He ran his fingertips around the edge of her labia majora, causing an escape of liquid. His fingers arrived at her labia minora, repeating his manipulations. Molly was moaning loudly now, her thighs widening and her bottom rising; her arsehole came into view and her liquid began to trickle towards it. Gary realised that there would soon be another dripping on to his carpet if he didn't do anything about it.

He stuck out his tongue and licked her from arsehole to clitoris. When he had gathered up the excess he drove his tongue deep into her cunt. He collected a mouthful of her juice and then let it dribble on to her arsehole. Then he opened her rectum with his fingers and licked her round pink anus.

Molly couldn't take it any more. Her groins heaved and she orgasmed, howling quite loudly as her liquid output increased markedly. Gary drank as much as he could before taking Jan's panties from her and wiping her dry, almost. He stood up between her thighs and then he kissed her. Molly flung her arms around his neck and sobbed.

"There there Molly," soothed Gary. "My inspection is finished. Everything appears to be good order, in fact I would say exceptionally so. What does George think of your fanny now?"

"He, he can't stop looking at it. Then his cock gets hard again so he fucks me again. I've had more sex in the last six days than I ever had before! It's wonderful!"

Gary pulled Molly to her feet. He lifted her skirt at the back and smacked her generous globes. As she gasped he tweaked her nipples through her sweater and escorted her to the door.

"Maybe we'll have another inspection or two before you leave. OK?"

"Yes please Gary, I'd love that! Will you fuck me again as well?"

"Provided that George agrees I will. I'll look forward to it with anticipation. Now you must go Molly darling, I'm saving myself for Janice this evening. I'm going to fuck her arse off!"

"She'll enjoy that! Next time I want you to fuck my arsehole again Gary. You can shoot your load in there too!"




That Old House Ch. 04



With an acknowledgement to Willie Nelson's "I Just Dropped By" for the idea (but not the detail, of course!)

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS.

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Downstairs Gerry was still working on the dinner when Richard reappeared, naked and erect! She had put on an apron for protection but that was only for the cooking, her stupendous naked buttocks attracted him instantly. He slipped his arms under the apron and captured her breasts, once again pushing his rod into her bum cleft.

"I'm sorry Mum but those girls, Holly and Ivy, just stripped off in front of me. I think I only just escaped!"

"They sent you off you mean," giggled Gerry as she enjoyed the feeling of her son's cock sliding up and down her cleft. "I bet they've gone looking for their father! Mmmm, that's lovely darling, get some juice from my pussy to make it slippery!"

Upstairs Holly and Ivy crept along to the master bedroom suite. It was very quiet inside; they cracked the door open silently and peeked inside.

Gary had fallen asleep over his paperwork. He was on his back; his hairy chest rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing and his cock and balls moved along with it.

Holly and Ivy shut the door and moved either side of the bed, moving all the papers aside silently. Holly eased her fingers around his flaccid cock and Ivy swallowed the tip. Gary's cock began to erect.

"Ummm not now Gerry darling; it's fantastic but the girls will be here soon!"

Holly and Ivy moved very close to their father. Holly whispered in his ear.

"Your girls are here, Daddy darling!"

Gary eyes shot open and he grinned ruefully at being found in a naked state. He opened his mouth to speak but Holly dropped a nipple between his lips. Ivy moved in too and soon he was licking and nibbling at four breasts and nipples. His hands soon found two sopping wet pussies and juicy squelching sounds were joining the breast slurping. Ivy continued to frig his now fully erect cock.

Soon they were lying together, bringing each other up to date, finishing with their disrobing in front of Richard and the size of his cock.

"We sent him off so that we could come and find you Daddy darling," giggled Holly as she swallowed his cock tip as Ivy continued to frig him. "We were very tempted to have a quick fuck but we wanted you so much!"

Holly mounted her father and her sister fed his cock into her sopping pussy.

"He's probably gone to fuck his mother," groaned Gary as his juices began to flow. "Oh my darlings, I wish I could fill you both but I must think of Gerry you know. It's her house after all!"

"It's all right Daddy," said Ivy, still firmly tossing the root of her father's cock. "I'll have you before Sunday evening but I know who I'm going to concentrate on."

Up on top of her father Holly's sweat was beginning to drip on him and she growled with acute pleasure.

"I'm going to fuck Richard too you minx! His cock is gorgeous, just like Daddy's. Now stop frigging him, I want to feel all of him inside me when he shoots his load!"

Downstairs Gerry was sitting on the kitchen worktop, her thighs spread wide and her son's big hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. She had her nails in the flesh of his buttocks and was urging him to finish her.

"Yessss darling, yessss!" she shouted. "Fuck me hard; fill my cunt with your cream. I'm going to come all over your cock, your fantastic fucking cock!"

Upstairs Holly also screamed as Gary's hot seed fired up into her pussy.

"Yessss Daddy, yessss!" she shouted as his heat triggered her own orgasm. Ivy kissed them both, running her hands all over his sweaty body. She shuddered into her own smaller orgasm as she clung on to the two most important people in her life, her father and her sister.

Downstairs Richard withdrew his cock from Gerry's cunt. She slid off the worktop and sucked their juices off his cock.

"Let's go and clean up for dinner now darling. It will be ready soon."

As they reached the landing upstairs her bedroom door opened and two sweaty but naked girls came out, looking a little guilty at being caught. Gerry soon had everyone at ease.

"Oh good," she remarked, "we're all naked now. Gosh, you girls are so beautiful. Dinner will be in about half an hour; dress will be optional. As to fucking, everyone can watch as long as no one objects but privacy must take precedence. Anyone got any objections to that? Good! I'm going to take a shower before dinner and see if my darling has suffered any damage to his equipment. I'm all sweaty due to my darling Richard's attentions. I suggest everyone showers!"

In less than thirty seconds Gerry was in the shower with Gary washing her all over. His cock was hard and he soon turned her around and entered her from behind.

Dinner was a little delayed!

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Over the dinner table everyone became better acquainted. They were all naked, sitting on little cloths on cushions so as to catch any drips from cunts and cocks. Gerry had placed Holly and Ivy opposite Richard with Gary at the other end of the table from herself.

The young ones were most nervous, with Richard stiff the whole meal and Holly and Ivy needing the cloths as their damp pussies excreted a little juice.

They talked about the house and how Gerry had changed a few things and Gary reminded them about how it was when he had owned it.

Gerry talked a little about the school where she taught and where all the male teachers seemed to be totally lecherous towards her. Ivy said pretty much the same about her university accommodation.

Richard didn't say a lot, his hard cock was hurting too much as he gazed on the twin breasts across the table. He was dying to toss off, dying in fact to toss off all over Holly and Ivy's tits!

Gary was watching all three pairs of breasts before him, all of which he had had in his hands within the last hour! He managed to control himself but he was acutely aware that if his concentration lapsed for a few seconds he would be as hard as iron. Then Gerry spoiled it all!

"Now then Gary darling, we all want to hear about your fucking week!" The girls and Richard looked enquiringly at them both. "You see darlings, my Gary has been busy with his lovely big cock all week. He left me on Sunday afternoon and went to spend the night with his daughters; we can all guess what happened there!"

"Gerry darling, perhaps we shouldn't talk so openly in front of the children."

"Children? Children? Just look at the breasts on your daughters; Richard's cock is as big as yours so none of them are children any more and they are all sexually active! So tell us all about fucking your own and your bosses PA's this week, across desks and all!"

So Gary began the story of his week, his fucking week! When he got to the point where he went to Molly's office Gerry interrupted and suggested that they move into the lounge where it was more comfortable.

"We can play with each other if we want to," she giggled.

In the lounge Holly and Ivy took charge of Richard, sitting him down between them. They each placed one of his hands on their pussies and captured his still very hard cock in their little hands, wrapping his shaft in their long slender fingers. I spite of himself Richard began to fuck at their fingers, sliding a finger into each vaginal passage to find their juices.

Gerry sat opposite Gary in the armchairs. She spread her thighs over the arms and opened her hole to his gaze. Gary took his erection in his hand.

"Now tell us about fucking Molly and Janice darling. Tell us about all your sexy encounters with them. It will get us all in the mood!"

"I'm in the mood already," giggled Ivy.

Gary partly closed his eyes as he began to describe fucking Molly over her desk. He wanted to concentrate on the detail but he wanted to watch his darling Gerry as she frigged herself, especially as she had raised her bottom higher so that he could see her arsehole. He stroked his cock with firm long strokes, his excitement rising as he saw Molly's shaved cunt in his mind's eye.

He moved on to tell them about his night with Janice. As he reached the point where she was sucking him off the next morning he lost it. He groaned and stood quickly, taking two paces over to Gerry and shot his spunk all over her face, tits and belly.

On the sofa Richard gasped out a warning to Holly and Ivy. As one they moved closer and watched as he fountained his sperm all over both of their bodies. Being young and fit he had plenty and both girls were coated with his copious emission.

Gerry started by scooping up a finger full of Gary's spunk and sucking it into her mouth. Holly and Ivy soon followed suit with Richard. After the quantity had diminished Gerry moved over to Richard and sucked his cock into her mouth before helping herself to a share of his spunk from the girls breasts.

Holly reached out, took her father by the hand and pulled him towards her. She licked and sucked at his cock, which, although quite soft now, was still long and fat. Ivy leaned in to Gerry and began to eat her father's sperm off her breasts.

None of the women had achieved an orgasm. Gary suggested that they get licked and they agreed enthusiastically. Gerry pulled her son off the sofa and sat down between Holly and Ivy. They all spread their thighs in anticipation.

"I've only ever done this once," said Richard nervously. "I hope I can do it right."

"Last night with me was wonderful darling," exclaimed Gerry. "Start with me again and then you can move on to the girls!"

"Me first Daddy," squealed Holly. "I'm desperate to come. Ivy will just have to play with two cocks until we change over!"

So they started and soon two women were leaking fluids all over two mouths as they thrashed into a climax. Ivy pulled her father off Holly and forced his face into her vagina. Gary extended his tongue into his younger daughter's vagina and began to stroke it from arse to clitoris and back again.

Three women reached orgasm a number of times and all agreed that Richard had passed his preliminary examination in cunnilingus with flying colours.

"When do I take the intermediate," he grinned with a cummy face and a newly stiff cock.

"Tomorrow morning!" three voices said in unison.

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Gary lay on his back on Gerry's bed, listening to her finishing her last toiletries in the bathroom. His cock was hard and pointing at the ceiling. She came into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, looking him over with a big grin on her face.

"That was a fantastic evening, wasn't it," she said. "We didn't even have a fuck in front of each other!"

"I bet there'll be some action at the other end of the house during the night," grinned Gary. "In particular I think that Ivy's got the hots for your Richard!"

Gerry climbed on to the bed and swallowed Gary's knob end. He grabbed her and pulled her off him to lie by his side.

"You can't have any more cock until you've told me the whole story between you and Richard yesterday. I told you that you had to come clean and I meant it. So give!"

"All right darling, I did make you confess in front of the others, didn't I? Can I just hold your lovely big penis while I tell you? I'll probably have a little come or two as I tell you; it was so fucking sexy!"

"I can't resist you Gerry darling but I shall try and resist fucking you until you've finished. Oh yes! I just love your fingers on my shaft."

"Right, here goes," said Gerry, softly rubbing her big soft breasts against Gary's chest.

"I picked him up from school as arranged. The bus had just arrived. I had put on a short skirt and my flimsy top that you can see through. My bra showed through, you know the one; one of those you bought for me last week. As Richard got off the bus I got out of the car and stood beside it. I thought my legs looked fantastic!

Richard looked over at me and waved; I did nothing. He was staring at me, standing perfectly still. His teacher had to remind him to collect his suitcase. He came towards me and I went to meet him; I could feel a little trickle of juice on my thigh!

I reached up and kissed him, just a little stronger than a standard greeting. God! Was I horny or what? He kissed me back and we got in the car.

On the way home we chatted about his trip; he was enthusiastic. He mentioned the course leader a couple of times so I tried to be grown up for him and asked him if he had dated her, or even been alone with her. He blushed a bit and said he'd tell me later.

When we got home I said that he should go for a shower and we would talk later. I stripped off in here and went down to his room; as soon as I heard him in the shower I nipped into his room, turned down the covers and got into the bed. The foot of his bed faces the bathroom door so I just laid out, spread my thighs and waited. God! I must have looked like a real tart!"

Gary's cock was erect now and he had to control himself from rolling Gerry over and fucking her right then; patience, he told himself.

"Oh Gary darling it was so beautiful! Richard came into the room and stopped still when he saw me; I just smiled at him but my heart was pounding! I could feel that my pussy was wet too! I just watched him as his cock began to rise and stiffen. I don't think that I've ever seen a cock get erect from the 'at rest' position before. As I said, it was so beautiful to watch; my baby boy was a man!

He came towards me, his cock bobbing up and down. I reached out my hands and his prick docked into my palm, so warm, so firm but also soft at the same time. 'I see Gary shaved your pussy then Mum' he said. I said I'd tell him about it later and pulled his cock to my mouth. What bliss!

He just collapsed on to the bed and we kissed like all lovers do. Then I just pulled him over on top of me and felt for his hard cock again. As soon as I found it I put it to my cunt and pulled on his buttocks. After all my practice last weekend with you Gary darling he just filled me to the hilt in a second. Then he groaned and shot his load; wow, that felt hot and there was gallons of it.

He was so upset that he hadn't made a good show of his first fuck but I just told him not to worry and said not to withdraw. I played with his prick with my cunt muscles and in about twenty seconds he was hard again.

He gave a much better account of himself second time around and I nearly came with him. The third time I came first and he felt my juice for the first time; that triggered him off again.

After that we could play and talk again. The fourth time I was on top; that was nice, I could watch his face. After the fifth time we went downstairs and had something to eat. Doesn't a hard cock look strange with a woman's come all over it? I didn't mind, it just meant that it would slip easily into me a little later."

"What happened later?" said Gary as he firmly stroked one hand into Gerry's arse crack, finding her anus warm and soft. "Did he fuck you here?"

"Oh no darling, that's just for you. Have you fucked the girls up the bum?"

"No darling and I don't think I will either. In my story earlier I didn't say that I'd fucked Molly and Jan's arses but I did. I just didn't want to mention it in front of the youngsters."

"I think that you were right darling. You can tell me all the graphic dirty details though. It will get me going for you."

"I'm going to put my cock somewhere soon Gerry darling. Finish your story about you and Richard. Did he tell you anything about him and the course leader?"

"Yes. Over our meal he told me that they'd only kissed and cuddled but he did have her breasts out in his hands. After dinner I insisted on washing up before bedtime last night; God, was it really only last night! We were still naked so he fucked me on the worktop in the kitchen, just like he did before your girls arrived this afternoon. Then we went to my bed and he fucked me as often as he could, I think about another five times! He was insatiable! I kicked him out about six this morning!"

Gary breached Gerry's anus with his middle finger as he kissed her fiercely.

"Oh Gary darling, put your cock in there and shoot your spunk into me. Your finger is nowhere near thick enough!"

Gary obliged and fucked and frigged his darling through three orgasms before he discharged his hot sticky load into her rectum!

oooOOOooo

Just before he went to sleep Gary needed to go. For some reason he decided to visit the family bathroom off the main landing. As he returned to Gerry's bedroom her saw a flicker of light down at the far end of the corridor.

He quite clearly saw Ivy's gorgeous naked body move across the passageway. He smiled to himself as he returned to Gerry's bed.

Ivy didn't mess about; she knew what she wanted! She slipped into bed alongside Richard, delighted to find that he slept naked. She reached around his hips and found a three-quarter erect cock! Wow! Almost as big as her dad's!

Richard started and turned around; there was just enough light through the window to show him that his nocturnal visitor was Ivy. He pulled her to his body and kissed her.

"How many times can you fuck me tonight Richard?" she gasped as the kiss broke.

"I don't know Ivy," he groaned. "If you don't stop doing that my first shot will be all over your belly!"

Ivy giggled in his ear as she let go of his ramrod. She wriggled sexily against him and he finished up on top of her. Still a little reticent he ground his chest against her breasts but didn't push his cock against her pussy. Ivy solved that by raising her hips and rubbing her wet vagina up and down his shaft.

"Come on Richard, it's your cock that I've come for! Stick it in me and fuck me! I've not had any since Daddy this afternoon and I had to share with Holly then!"

Richard froze as he thrust inside her hot cunt.

"Do you love your dad like that often? I admit that Mum and I have done it but we only started last night after I got back from Scotland. I came out of the shower to find her naked on my bed here!"

"Wow! I bet that got your cock up! Gerry's got a fantastic body; Dad's really got the hots for her. He's only fucked me two or three times. Do you mind? Oh my God Richard, your cock is so big inside me; I'm going to come all over it soon!"

"Ohhh yesss please!" groaned Richard. "I love hot girl come all over my cock!"

"You've only had your mother's! Oooo yesss, fuck me like that!"

"I lied to her Ivy. The girl in Scotland seduced me; well, not really, I was really horny for her!"

"So you did fuck her? Ohhh, fucking Hell, just like you're fucking me now?"

"You're better Ivy; you feel like you're really loving me! She just wanted to fuck!"

"I want you to fuck me too! Ohhh God, you've gone harder and stiffer. Are you going to come now?"

Richard didn't have time to answer her. His hot sticky come shot out of his piss hole deep into Ivy's equally hot receptacle. First fuck tonight there was gallons of it. Ivy squealed with delight.

"That was fantastic Richard darling! Did you feel me come too? I'm not so wet as Holly; she can squirt when she comes. Don't pull out of me yet sweetheart, I want to see if I can get you hard again."

Richard had hardly gone down and he was soon hard and ready again. He began to thrust up and down Ivy's hot wet cunt. She made liquid and he kept on pounding her tunnel, her wetness meaning that he would last a lot longer this time around. She gripped his buttocks, her red painted nails digging into his flesh.

Ivy felt out of this world; she came once more as Richard pounded her, his chest grinding against her hot breasts. He didn't stop and she felt herself beginning to build up again. She somehow felt different this time and began to push back up hard against his thrusting hips. Suddenly she almost broke contact as she pushed his hard shaft out of her cunt; her flailing hips helping to shoot her come out of her vagina and squirt all over Richards belly, genitals and hips. She gasped and dropped back onto his cock, Richard shooting his spunk deep into her passage.




That Old House Ch. 04



They rested after this, arms around each other, kissing constantly.

"Thank you so much, darling Richard, that was wonderful! My first squirt too! I bet Holly will want to do one all over you tomorrow or Sunday, or both!" she giggled. Let's see if you can keep your cock up my cunny until the morning."

They settled down on their sides, still connected. After a short sleep Ivy was disturbed by a thick ramrod thrusting into her pussy from the rear. She helped them both achieve a sticky climax and then they finally dropped off to sleep again.

Next time Ivy awoke it was almost dawn. What had disturbed her was Holly pulling the bedclothes off her and Richard. He was erect again. Holly was naked!

"It's my fuckin' turn now, baby sister," she snarled. "I'm so fuckin' horny I'm going to fuck Richard within an inch of his life and then I'm going to go and fuck Daddy as well! I won't care if Gerry is still in his bed, I'm going to have him! If you want him first you'd better get going!"

As she had been speaking Holly had mounted Richard and lowered her soft labia to touch Richard's erect cock head. She smiled with rude pleasure as his knob end disappeared, followed by three quarters of his long hard shaft. He awoke and immediately reached up to her lovely breasts. Ivy vacated the bed, watching all the action carefully.

"He made me squirt last night," she said to her sister. "That was the first time ever! He's wonderful, I could love him!"

"Off you go sis, go see if you can get to squirt on Daddy! Then I'll come and do the same! Fuckin' Hell Richard, that's a big cock you've got there!"

Ivy left the room and padded naked down to Gerry's room. Both she and her father were still in bed. Gerry was awake and beckoned to Ivy as she saw her at the door. Ivy approached the bed and stood beside the woman who she wouldn't mind, she just realised, being her stepmother.

Gerry reached out and took hold of one of Ivy's hands. She was naked too and she placed Ivy's hand on her breasts; Ivy just naturally bent down and kissed her. Then she kissed Gerry's breasts in turn, pulling her nipples quite hard. Gerry pulled Ivy's head to her body and Ivy licked her wetly.

"I expect you would like to have a little time with your father, wouldn't you?" Gerry whispered. "I'll go make some coffee and breakfast for us all. You get in bed from this side."

Gerry got out of bed. She kissed Ivy on the lips, on her breasts and then rubbed a hand between her legs.

"You're wet already," she smiled.

"I'm afraid some of that's down to Richard," she said shyly. "Holly's fucking him right now. She wants to squirt on him; I did last night. That was my first time ever!"

"See if you can do it on your father. When I bring the coffee I'll lick it all off him!"

Gerry pulled the sheet off Gary and left the room. Ivy looked down lovingly at her father and climbed up on to the bed. She straddled his supine figure, taking his half erect cock in her little hands. He erected almost immediately as she wrapped her long nimble fingers around his shaft and commenced to frig him slowly. Gary opened his eyes, expecting to see Gerry; he saw Ivy!

"Hello Baby," he gasped. He didn't have a chance to say more because Ivy was now sliding down his hard shaft.

"Good morning Daddy," she giggled. "I've come to squirt on you if I can. Gerry says she will bring the coffee and then lick my juice off your tummy. Holly is coming too when she's finished with Richard. He should last a good while though 'cos he's been fucking me all night!"

"I should last too my darling because Gerry and I had a good fucking time last night too. Ohhhh my God, Ivy darling, your pussy is so smooth, wet and hot! Maybe I won't last so long after all!"

Ivy bent down and kissed her father as she pumped her pussy up and down his big hard cock. She was beginning to feel like she had when she'd squirted on to Richard earlier. She worked harder.

"I think I'm going to squirt on you Daddy darling," she panted as she pumped. "Your cock is so big and hard; I can't believe that Mummy gave this up for that arsehole Alan!"

"Language! Language, baby daughter!" grunted Gary as he got ready to deliver his first spunk of the day into his younger daughter's pussy. "God Ivy darling, you are so beautiful and your pussy is so hot and wet. I'm coming any second now!"

"Hold on tight Daddy, I'm nearly there!"

Gary fired his spunk upwards into his younger daughters love channel. She squealed loudly and almost lifted off him, forcefully firing her juices all over his belly and chest. She had more this time. She fell down on to his chest and allowed the rest of his come to shoot into her cunt.

Ivy rested on her father's hairy chest with his cock still deep inside her cunt. Gary hadn't pissed yet this morning so he was still hard. Next moment Holly came in, holding the door open for Gerry who was carrying a tray of coffee, cups, saucers and biscuits/

"Wow, you've squirted on Gary already," laughed Gerry. "I'll start licking it up in a minute. I'll just pour us a coffee first!"

"Get off Daddy now Ivy, it's my turn," said Holly. "I keep having to pull her off cocks Gerry, the dirty little come slut!"

Ivy got off her father reluctantly and Holly was soon in place on top of his hard shaft. Loud squelching noises began immediately as she started rising and falling on Gary's tool.

"Ooooo yessss Daddy, that's fuckin' lovely," said his beautiful older daughter. "I wish you had been fucking me since I was fifteen! I fuckin' love it! I love you so much!"

Gerry had carried out her promise to the full. She had licked and sucked into Ivy's vagina, tasting Gary and Ivy's come juices. Now she was licking Ivy's belly and breasts, paying particular attention to her slopes and pulling on her nipples.

"Look out Gerry," shouted Holly as Richard entered the room, holding his big stiff prick. "I'm going to come! I'm going to squirt!"

Gerry straightened as Holly did indeed fire her juice all over her father. As soon as she had dropped back on to Gary's shaft he started to fire his second load deep into Holly's pussy. Gerry bent down to lick all over Gary's chest and belly only to feel Richard's cock push into her wet juicy twat from the rear.

After Richard had unloaded into his mother they all lay together in the bed, nibbling on biscuits and bodies while drinking coffee and come.

Gary was first to get up. His cock was huge, still awaiting his early morning piss.

"I'm going for a piss, a shower and a shave," he announced.

"I'm coming too," said Gerry, giggling. To the girls she said, "your daddy and I like to shower together and piss together. He often fucks me in the shower too but I expect he'll need a little more time to recover this morning!"

"That sounds like a good idea," grinned young Ivy. "Come on Richard, you can piss on Holly and me in the other shower!"

"You can too," said Gerry, "the other shower has its own supply so we won't steal each other's hot water."

Holly and Ivy led Richard off, holding his semi erect cock. Ivy had commented that she was going to suck Gerry's juice off his cock so he was already excited!

Gary and Gerry enjoyed their shower but she couldn't get his cock to rise again so soon after his early morning sex.

They were soon all downstairs, naked, and it was still only eight o'clock!

oooOOOooo

"Gerry my darling," said Gary after breakfast, I want to take my beautiful daughters into that store in Bledworth and buy them a new outfit each. I might even spring to a few skimpys as well. Do you want to come with us?"

Gerry laughed, "I know you by now, you horny bastard. You want to go in there on some pretext or other and see if you can fuck Jill, Mandy or Gloria. No darling, I won't come today, you take the girls and have a good time."

"What's all this about?" asked Holly.

"Yes Gerry, tell us all about it," said Ivy.

So Gerry told the tale of last Saturday in Armitage's department store in Bledworth. She told it in such lurid detail that Holly and Ivy couldn't wait to get dressed and go. Richard's cock had risen at the description of the women involved and when they left Gerry's hand was firmly around his shaft. Gary and the girls reckoned that he would be up his mother's pussy in less than five minutes.

They were all wrong, Richard had in fact pinned his mother to the sofa in two minutes flat!

As the girls were dressing Gary had made a phone call to the guy he wanted to appoint to his job at Arnold's. Colin Mason asked for a little more time so Gary said that he would call him at work on Monday under an assumed name.

"Hello again, it's Gary, isn't it? You've brought two different beautiful girls to see me this time. Where's Gerry today?"

Mandy Armitage's beautiful blonde curls framed her beaming face again as she greeted her customers in the lingerie department.

"Hello, er, Mandy, let me introduce you to my two beautiful daughters, Holly and Ivy. We've come for a look at your best lingerie, you know the ones I mean?"

"Yes, of course," said Mandy, looking Holly and Ivy up and down. "You're right Gary, Holly and Ivy are very beautiful indeed. I'm sure that we can find something that they will like."

"Not that they will wear them very often," said Gary. "They rather take after you in underwear needs."

"None at all most of the time eh?" laughed Mandy, sounding almost like a peal of bells. "Let's see, if I remember correctly I only showed Gerry but this is what she means girls."

Mandy flicked her short skirt up to show that once again she was wearing no panties. Holly and Ivy gasped as they also saw her shaved pussy. Then they grinned sheepishly and lifted their skirts to show their lack of panties too.

"Lovely," said Mandy, licking her lips, "I'll have to have a taste before you leave girls. I have to be careful though 'cos Mummy keeps telling me off. It's her store and she says if I'm in charge of selling lingerie I should be wearing some!"

"We also want a new dress each for Holly and Ivy," said Gary, his cock twitching in anticipation of meeting Gloria again.

"You go and find Gloria, Gary," grinned Mandy. "I'll bring the girls along when we've kitted them out with ball breakers!"

Holly and Ivy grinned at Gary as they were led away. He went to the ladies wear department and was instantly accosted by Gloria.

"Can't keep away eh Gary!" she grinned at him, suggestively licking her lips. Gary remembered her swallowing his cock last Saturday and his cock began to grow.

He explained his requirements.

"Okay," said Gloria, "you go into that fitting room there and I'll bring some suggestions. Tell me your daughters ages and measurements and we'll go from there."

Soon Gary had a large variety of styles and colours of dresses with him in the fitting room, all hanging from a dress rail. They all looked fine to him but it would be Holly and Ivy who would choose. He told Gloria this.

"Good," she said, "now we can have a little fun!"

She ran a palm over Gary's already hard cock and quickly unzipped him. Gary had come prepared without underpants and his cock popped out all by itself.

"Goody," grinned Gloria. "Ready for action I see!"

She pushed Gary down on to a straight-backed chair and sat him down, opening his trousers as she did so. She knelt down and swallowed him. He bucked his shaft at her mouth.

Gloria was an expert and in practice. She was already involved with a man fifteen years her senior who was extraordinarily well hung. Her mouth now squeezed Gary's shaft as she fellated him expertly. Gary groaned.

"I want to see and feel how much this fellow can deliver," she said as she stood before him, dropping her skirt to reveal her own lack of underwear. "Fucking hell", thought Gary, "doesn't any of the women in this shop wear any panties."

Gloria sat down on Gary's knee, facing him. She took hold of his penis and began to wank him. He leant forward, kissing her as he grabbed at her marvellous tits. Gloria rose up and impaled herself on his thick hard shaft.

"I knew you'd be fuckin' good when I saw this last week," she said. "That's it Gary, you fuckin' cocksman, get my tits out and give me a good seeing to!"

Gary complied, almost ripping open Gloria's low cut blouse to reveal her magnificent mammaries. They fell into his hands and he took great delight in manipulating them as he sucked on her nipples.

"Ooooo you fuckin' bastard, you've got me coming already. Come on, give me your cream, I want to feel it splashing inside my fuckin' womb!"

Gary delivered!

In another part of the building Holly and Ivy had soon chosen their purchases and were now being administered to by Mandy. Her mobile tongue had been inside both of their vaginas and her fingers had explored every nook and crevice. Now it was Holly and Ivy's turn; they had a breast each as they alternately licked out the store boss. Mandy was laid out across her desk, moaning with total pleasure.

"God," she gasped, "if my friend Helen was here we could have a really good time. She loves to lick pussy too. We also like big cocks on older men; I wonder if your daddy has a big cock?"

"Oh he does," said Ivy, the words coming out before her brain could get in gear.

"Ahhh, naughty naughty," laughed Mandy. "Don't worry girls, I have enough secrets of my own. I wonder though if Gerry would let Gary fuck me. I do quite fancy him. I'm trying to find a man of his age and, er, size to be my permanent partner."

"I don't think that Gerry is prepared to share Daddy," giggled Holly. "I would think Mandy, that a woman like you would have no trouble in finding a man."

"I don't darlings," said Mandy as she shuddered into a satisfying climax. "It's finding one of your very own that's the problem and I need two, one for me and one for Helen! Let's go and see what Gloria has done with your father!"

It was fairly obvious what Gloria had done with Gary. He was decent when they arrived but he looked a bit worn and a bit guilty.

"Don't worry about Gloria and your Dad," whispered Mandy to Holly as they watched Ivy choose dresses from the rack. Just make him buy two instead of one. Gerry got three instead of two last week! Gloria usually only puts out once per man!"

Quite soon both girls had two choices. They looked enquiringly at their father and Holly looked pointedly at Gloria. "Oh all right then, have them both if you really like them! From their hugs and kisses of thanks Mandy correctly guessed their relationship with their father.

Mandy took the girls aside as Gloria was working the till and credit card transactions.

"Look you darlings, you are lovely girls and very beautiful too. I personally don't give a toss if you fuck your dad or not. If you and Gerry get on get her to bring you with her for your next pussy shave. First shave on the house, except for the gratuity to Janine, my beautiful attendant."

Both Holly and Ivy kissed Mandy, thanking her and promising to return.

"I don't promise to lick all three of you out," grinned Mandy, "but Janine is a good practitioner, if you get what I mean. That would mean a bigger tip, of course!"

Back 'home' in Oakby the girls soon recounted to Gerry the story of their afternoon, including the sex.

"Did your dad meet up with Gloria again?" asked Gerry. Holly and Ivy glanced at one another; Gerry laughed.

"Look, I know she had him in her mouth last Saturday. I just wondered if you had anything else to report."

"Not really," said Holly, "but he did look a bit flushed and tired when we saw him in the fitting room."

"No sign of a girl called Jill? Blonde, eighteen, big tits?"

Both girls shook their heads as Gary entered the room.

"No Jill this week then darling; you had to make do with fucking Gloria?"

All three women cracked up with laughter. Richard came to find out what was going on.

"The girls will tell you about it Richard. Now, I need Gary to help me get dinner ready."

"Oh, I thought that you would like to go out," said Gary.

"No darling, you've spent enough money on us this week already. Dinner is planned so let's get on with the preparation."

Richard and the girls went upstairs to 'play'. It seems Holly and Ivy devised a game to see how many times they could get him to ejaculate before dinner. There was a slight disagreement about the final score but it was either six or seven.

"He'll be useless tonight," commented Gary.

After dinner five naked people watched television. Holly and Ivy also watched Richard for any sign of recovery. Before that happened Gary raised a subject that kept popping into his mind.

"Listen everyone, you all have a say in what I want to discuss. I've made no secret of the fact that I love Gerry very much and every time I see her it just reinforces my feelings. She's been dropping hints about me starting to commute from here to work. That raises a bit of a problem for me."

During this speech Gerry had moved even closer to Gary and started to lick his face as she felt into his groin and began to play with his growing cock. He put his arm tightly around her, cupping her right breast as he did so.

"My problem is that I can't live in this house with Gerry, much as I love her. I've lived in this house before with another woman, a woman who cheated on me right here. For all I know her lover visited her here and got her pregnant in my own bed!"

Four pairs of eyes looked at him and then looked around at each other.

"I'll live anywhere with you Gary darling," whispered Gerry.

"We don't mind where you live Daddy," said Holly, looking at Ivy who nodded. "We want you to be happy. We want you to be with Gerry; we love her too!"

"I'm happy wherever Mum is," said Richard, his cock now at full stretch again. "As long as you two beauties are part of the package, I mean!"

"Oh yes," said Ivy, "we will be!" Holly smacked her sister.

"Right," said Gary, "we're all agreed then, Gerry is to sell the house and we will all help to find a new one as soon as possible!"

In front of the children Gerry swung her thigh over Gary's knees and mounted his cock. His hard thick shaft slid firmly up her passage as her lips found his. He pulled her beasts to his chest, his curly hair making her feel slightly uncomfortable at the same time as reinforcing his manliness to her. They moved very little, the muscles of cock and cunt doing all the work.

Holly and Ivy had reclaimed their earlier prize, Richard's cock! They both handled it, sucked on it, fondled it and tossed it. Because of its earlier work he was in control, laid back with his eyes shut. Fondling two pairs of firm young breasts with hard pointed nipples.

"I love you," said Gary, not bothering to soften his voice.

"I love you," repeated Gerry, just as loudly.

The 'kids' continued playing happily until Richard finally shot his load all over the girl's tits. Then they went upstairs to continue.

oooOOOooo

Sunday morning came and the routine was almost the same as yesterday, except that Gerry got Gary's first ejaculation of the day!

Ivy had slept with Richard again and she had squirted on him in the night. Holly came into his bedroom before they awoke. She could see her sister's juice on his abdomen, now dried to a thin white colour.

That made her wet. Richard's cock was half erect so she mounted the bed, then his body, taking him in hand as he woke up. In a few seconds he was big and hard; in another few seconds he was thrusting deep into her cunt.

Ivy woke up and made to get up; Holly pushed her down flat on the bed beside Richard, taking her breasts in her grasping hands.

"Not this morning, sister darling! I'm going to squirt on you too and then Richard and I will lick it off you!"

That made Richard fuck into Holly with great energy; Ivy reached up and groped her elder sister's lovely breasts. That in turn made Holly increase her fucking efforts. God! She did want to come! Now!




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She rose up and squirted strongly, all over her sister and her lover.

"Ohhhh fucking Hell," she shouted. "I can't hold it; I'm fucking coming! Owwww yessss! Owwww yessss! Owwww yessss!"

Every 'yessss' heralded a strong wet squirt. She hit Richard's face and chest and Ivy's face and breasts! They were covered with the hot, wet sticky stuff. Holly looked down at them, grinning at them as she surveyed their glistening upper bodies.

"Well now!" she giggled. "I'm quite proud of myself. What are you two going to do about that?" She lifted off Richard's still stiff prick.

Ivy turned to Richard and kissed him. Then she licked Holly's come off his face. He then did the same to her, grinding his sticky wet chest on to her breasts. Finding him to be still erect, Ivy pulled him on top of her and deftly inserted his cock up her cunt. She looked over at her sister.

"You get to fuck Dad first this morning sis," she smiled. "I think I'm going to be delayed here for some time!"

Holly kissed Ivy with an open mouth, rubbing one of her long fingers down Richard's arse crack until she found his anus. Poking her finger into him quickly he jerked, giving Ivy an extra inch that she wasn't expecting!

Holly padded along the upstairs corridor until she got to the central landing. Gerry was just coming out of the bedroom.

Holly kissed her; Gerry kissed her back. Their mouths were open and they exchanged saliva liberally. Holly moaned with passion and took possession of Gerry's breasts. Gerry gasped.

"Oooo yesss darling Holly, play hard with my tits, I love it! I know, let's go into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Your father has already fucked me and my pussy is full of his spunk! He's coming in a minute; he's not had his piss yet. He usually does it on me in the shower in a morning. Do you want to join in?"

"Ooooo yess please," said Holly, two fingers now thrusting into Gerry's slippery spunky pussy. "I want to watch Daddy's piss again and I want to suck his spunk out of your pussy; can I do that Gerry please?"

"Of course you can. Let's go get ready!"

Gerry led the way into the bathroom from the landing door. She turned on the water. That made her want to pee so she put her hand over her vagina as she open the bedroom door.

"Shower's running darling," she called. To Holly she said, "I'm dying to piss so start licking darling!"

Holly pushed her into the shower cabinet.

"I'll do it in here Gerry darling! If you have an accident you'll just pee all over me; the shower water will take it all away! Ohhh yess, you have a beautiful shaved pussy Gerry darling; I'm going to enjoy this!"

Holly knelt down and commenced licking Gerry's leaking vagina. Gerry moaned and held her head to her groin.

"Ooooo yessss darling, that feels so gooood!"

The shower door opened and Gary stepped in; Gerry reached out and captured his three quarter hard cock, dying for a piss! Because of the steam he didn't see Holly immediately but when he did his need to piss dried up! All he could see was the vision of his eldest daughter licking out his girl friend.

"Ohhhh my God," he groaned. "That's so arousing, it's taken away my need to piss!"

Holly took a moments respite from Gerry's vagina.

"That's OK Daddy, just fire away. Gerry's not done hers yet and I've not been either. Richard got me so fired up so I just squirted all over him and Ivy a few minutes ago! So daddy, have a nice early morning piss!"

Gary's piss finally started; Gerry took him in hand and directed his stream all over her belly and breasts as well as Holly's back. Her attention was diverted so her need to piss returned with a rush. Holly had just noticed two things, one that Gerry's cunt was now empty of spunk and also that her father's hot stream was washing her back. She took her mouth from Gerry's vagina just as her urethra spasmed and started pissing, all over her face and down on to her breasts!

"Ohhhh yesss! Ohhhh fuckin' yessss!" she sighed, moving slightly to improve her participation. She reached up and Gerry allowed her to take over on her father's pissing cock. Her own piss demanded space and squirted down over her kneeling thighs. Both Gerry and Gary moaned with pleasure as they watched her.

In due course three clean relaxed naked bodies were laid on the bed next door. Two female sets of fingers were idly playing with Gary's cock and the girls had their thighs wide open as Gary felt into their wet snatches.

"I don't want to get up and do breakfast," murmured Gerry softly.

"Neither do I," said Gary. "I don't know where everything is yet!"

Both women squeezed his cock hard, making him wince.

"I'll go," said Holly. "I guess I'll manage."

Downstairs she found Ivy and Richard so they managed. Richard directed the girls, sitting on the work surface with his big cock bobbing up and down as he directed the naked girl's movements.

Eventually they were finished. Holly called upstairs to Gary and Gerry who arrived just in time to see and hear Richard's moans as he filled Ivy's mouth with yet another surge of come!

oooOOOooo

Sunday morning began to pass in this loving household. There was much fondling of breasts, cocks and cunts. Bodies were stroked and cocks frigged. In amongst all this was desultorily conversation about events and people that they either knew or had heard of.

"Wait a minute Holly," said Gerry suddenly. "Did you say that Mandy at Armitage's is looking for a man about your father's age and er, size?"

Holly looked at Ivy and they appeared embarrassed.

"Er, why did you want to know Gerry? We didn't want to say anything else 'cos Mandy remarked that she wondered if you were prepared to share Daddy? We said that we didn't think that you would."

"Quite right darlings! Apart from the ones your father knows about already I'm not sharing. I've guessed right about Gloria yesterday darling; am I right?"

Gary nodded, slightly guiltily but was reassured by Gerry stroking his cock again.

"No the reason I asked was that I suddenly had a thought. You remember I mentioned that I have a brother, John, in the Navy? Well he called me last Friday saying that his ship would be in port soon and that he would like to visit. I wanted to get this weekend out of the way so I said I would call him."

"What's that got to do with Mandy Armitage?"

"John, my brother, is thirty six years of age, single, and has a big cock if my memory serves me right! Why don't I invite him over next weekend and also invite Mandy over here to dinner?"

In the silence Ivy asked, "How do you know that John has a big cock Gerry?"

"He's only a few months younger than me, right? I used to see his cock all the time when we were teenagers!"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Gary.

Gerry picked up the phone and pressed some buttons.

"Oh hello," she said into the mouthpiece. "Lieutenant Commander Watson please?"

"Your name is Watson," said Gary.

"I changed back to my maiden surname after my divorce. Richard's surname is Newman. Oh hello John darling, it's Gerry!"

She listened and made monosyllabic replies like 'Yes', 'No' and 'really' a few times.

"Shut up and listen John," she said at last. "Do you fancy coming down to see me next weekend? I want to introduce you to my new lover!"

She winked at Gary and reached for his growing cock. "That's right, my new lover! What's that? Oh right, well bring him along as well. I'm sure we'll find something to interest him. You remember where I live? Right darling; call me later in the week. 'Bye!"

"That's all sorted then," she beamed at them all. "We just have to work out now where everyone will sleep."

After a short silence Ivy spoke. "If you allow it Gerry, Holly and I could share Richard's room. We just need to make up a bed on the floor; there's plenty of room in there!"

Gerry laughed, "If I allow it? I don't think I'll be allowed much of a choice, do you? Do you have any objections to Ivy's suggestion Richard?" Richard smiled sheepishly. "No, I thought not, you randy little bugger you!"

"Your brother could just share with Richard," suggested Gary with a smile.

"No he can't, he's bringing a friend with him!" exclaimed Gerry. "That means that Richard and the girls will have to share!" Ivy and Richard looked delighted.

"Gerry," said Holly, "I won't be able to get here until Saturday next week. It's my first week at my new job and I want to be able to show commitment straight away. If Ivy can get here by herself I've no doubt she'll be here on Friday evening."

"I'll get to Daddy's office in time for him to give me a lift," smiled Ivy. "I'll call you in the week Daddy." Gary just nodded.

"Right! Now I've just got to find Mandy's number. Nothing like striking while the iron is hot, is there?"

After searching the telephone directory Gerry called Directory Enquiries who informed her that Miss M Armitage of Bledworth was ex-directory. After a bit of toing and froing Gerry persuaded the operator to call Mandy to see if she would accept a call from her.

Another delay ensued before Gerry heard Mandy's voice on the line. Mandy wasn't quite sure who she was talking to but soon remembered.

"Oh yes, now I remember you," she said. "Jill told me all about you and Gary in the fitting room! Have you got any panties on?" giggled Mandy.

"Don't be silly, I'm naked," snickered Gerry in reply.

She explained why she was calling and Mandy said that she would be delighted to come to dinner next Saturday.

"My brother's bringing a friend so you could bring one too if you like Mandy. I know my brother's got a big cock but I don't know about the friend."

Mandy suggested that she bring her friend Helen, saying that she was a gorgeous woman who was looking for the same kind of man as she was.

"That sounds ideal," laughed Gerry. "Only one rule Mandy, although this is a voluntary naked household my Gary is off limits to you girls; for the time being at any rate!"

After a bit more backchat Gerry hung up.

"All fixed," she grinned with a self-satisfied smile.

"Good," grinned Gary, "I liked the 'off limits for the time being' comment to Mandy as well; that girl is something else!"

"I'm going to keep you very very busy stud," grinned Gerry. "Don't get your expectations up, or your cock either!"

"Well alright," answered Gary, "but now go and get dressed, all of you, I'm taking us all to lunch."

"As long as we get back in time for Richard to give us both a last fuck," said Holly. "My new, no my first, job starts tomorrow and I want to be up and ready in the morning. Ivy's got to be on the seven o'clock train to Bristol from Stourbridge Junction."

The old house became a hive of activity as they all got dressed for lunch. Gary had booked at a very nice pub restaurant in the town without telling anyone. The food was excellent and everyone had a happy time. As the bill was being processed Gary tapped for silence with a spare fork.

"I just want to say that I've had a fantastic weekend with my new extended family. I hope that we can have many more like it and that we can soon find a great new house for us all to use as our family base. Holly now has her own flat but she will be on her own there and will need us regularly. Ivy will soon finish university and will come home to us until she also leaves the nest. Richard also needs us until he hopefully also goes to uni.. Let's drink to our new extended family!"

They returned to Gerry's house and Holly and Ivy disappeared upstairs with Richard. Then they packed and prepared to leave. They cried and kissed Gerry, leaving trails of tears down over her generous breasts. Richard looked sheepish as they kissed him and frigged his cock to ejaculation, his spurts shooting out on to the hallway carpet.

The girls left. Gerry dragged Gary up the stairs by his cock. In her bedroom she jumped up onto the bed, twisting around and thrusting her bottom into the air, spreading her thighs. Gary gazed at the sight of her twin holes almost winking at him.

"Come on darling," Gerry giggled. "You've not had my arsehole all weekend and we've hardly talked dirty at all. I've missed it; what are you going to do about it?"

"You little tart!" growled Gary as he mounted the bed, cock in hand. "I'll show you how dirty I can talk. I'm going to fuck your cunt and your arsehole; if you complain I'll smack your arse, hard! Now, spread your thighs and show me your arsehole!"

Gerry mewled softly and complied. She reached back and pulled her arse cheeks open. Her pink rectum opened up to reveal a bottomless dark tunnel. Gary dribbled saliva and his pre cum into her hole and followed it up with his hot hard throbbing cock. He pushed firmly and watched as his whole length disappeared into Gerry arsehole.

"How's that feel, you big tart!" he snarled. "Your arsehole is hot and wet and will soon be flushed with my hot sticky spunk. You are going to get it, all right!"

"Ohhhh yessss master!" squeaked Gerry as she thrust backwards up Gary's hard shaft. "Do it hard! Fuck my arsehole hard! Fill me with your hot spunk! I want it; oh I do want it so!"

"Here it comes then you come slut! Can you feel that? And that? And that?"

Gerry felt Gary's hot firm squirts of come up her rectum. This brought on her strong orgasm. She reacted by squirting several firm jets of her own come out on to the bedcovers. The bed would need changing but she didn't care. She collapsed on to the bed on her belly, rubbing her skin on the wet juices below; this forced Gary's cock out of her anal passage. His cooling sperm began to leak out on to her arse cheeks.

"That was wonderful darling," she murmured into the pillow. "I love it when you talk dirty to me. Promise me that you will always do that when we are alone."

Gary luxuriously rubbed his fat but soft cock up and down Gerry's arse crack, feeling both their sticky skins and the wet bed. His hands were squeezing her breasts and pulling on her still hard nipples. He wanted to piss now and told her so!

"I wish I could just tell you to piss all over me right here," she said, "but it would be just too much of a mess. You just go off and do it and I'll start on the bed sheets."

Gary rolled off the bed and pulled Gerry off too. He dragged her into the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet seat.

"Now tell me!" he barked sharply.

Gerry was already reaching for his soft fat penis. She looked up into his face.

"Piss on me with your big fat cock," she hissed. "I want to feel your hot piss on my tits and my cunt. Get me wet all over with your hot stream."

Before she had finished Gary had started, sitting down on her knees. They both watched as his firm yellow jet spread all over her breasts, belly and cunt. Gerry directed his stream as she grinned lewdly into his face.

"Hurry up," she snarled. "I want to piss on your cock next!"

Soon their positions were reversed with Gerry peeing fluently all over Gary's genitals as she sat on his knee.

"There," she said as she stood and reached for the toilet paper. "Wasn't that a lovely fucking dirty end to the weekend?"

It wasn't quite the end. They went downstairs and made coffee and found the brandy bottle. Their conversation turned to the future.

"I'm quite excited about having to move," said Gerry. "Let's get the week-end papers out and see what's in the property pages."

After a while they had seen three properties that they thought they might like to view. Gary said that he would come home early on Wednesday if Gerry could get the viewing appointments. He suggested that Gerry look for an agent to sell her house immediately and she agreed. Things were beginning to move quickly!

They went to bed soon after Gerry had found clean sheets and had put the soiled ones in the washing machine. It will be noted that Gary now appears to have moved in with Gerry!

oooOOOooo

Monday was, of course, a working day. Gary didn't even get a blowjob to awaken him, just a cup of coffee in bed. It was however, delivered by a naked Gerry.

"Come on lazybones, rise and shine!" she cheerily greeted him. "No fucking this morning but I promise you can have me as soon as you get home every night!"

Gary rose and trotted off to the bathroom. After breakfast of more coffee and toast he kissed a still naked Gerry and went to the front door.

"I hope that you're going to put something on before you go to work," he grinned. "Otherwise some of your pupils are going to get a shock."

"Get off with you," smiled Gerry, her breasts wobbling enticingly. "And don't fuck too many women this week! I want you on top form every day if you're going to be living here!"

Gary got to work in good time, before Janice. He went upstairs and went into George's office, soon to be his. As he stood there looking out of the window at the works below he felt a change in the air. Molly had entered the room; despite himself Gary felt a little twitch in his groin. Molly noticed and grinned at him.

"No playing this morning Gary my darling. George will be here in a minute. He's only gone for a piss!"

"That's alright Molly. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"No, we had a fucking dirty weekend! We told each other all the sexual dirty things that we had ever done and then we tried them out on each other! George is knackered! How was your weekend?"

Gary now had an erection and Molly was definitely interested. She moved closer and began to handle him.

"Much like yours I think Molly. God that feels nice though; I wish you would get it out!"

Molly let go as they heard the outer door open.

"Go see Janice," she whispered. "She'll take care of you!"

Back downstairs Gary found Janice sorting out his post. She looked up and smiled, immediately spotting the tent in his trousers.

"Come in here," barked Gary. Janice meekly followed him into his office, locking the door behind her.

"Why have you locked the door?" asked Gary, knowing full well what she intended. Janice walked over to him and groped at his tent. Gary groaned; he was lost!

In two seconds Janice had pulled his cock out and he was deep in her hot mouth. He pulled her head to his groin and fucked at her mouth. After a minute she released him, frigging his wet shaft with her fingers. She looked up at him.

"Is this what you wanted sir or is there something different I can do for you?"

"Open your fucking blouse and get your tits out," gasped Gary. "I want to come all over your tits!"

He groaned as Janice complied. As soon as her generous tits were bared to his gaze he knew he wouldn't last long. Janice felt him stiffen and frigged him harder, her fingers making lewd squelching noises as she worked. Gary groaned and shot his early morning load all over her lovely big mounds. Janice returned him to her mouth and sucked out the remainder of his offering. She stood before him.

"There sir," she grinned, "I'll just do a little wiping then I'll be right with you."

The working week commenced properly at last. Just before coffee time Gary picked up the phone. Janice entered his office with coffee and biscuits.

"Hello," said Gary into the phone. "Is that Bolton's Wood Supplies?"

Janice raised her eyebrows at him; Gary put a finger to his lips.

"My name is William Grascal; I want to purchase some wood. Can I speak to Colin Mason please?"

Janice had her hand over her mouth. Gary invited her, by sign language, to sit on his knee.

"Ah, good morning Colin," Gary dropped his voice. "Can you talk? Good! Have you made a decision? Great! I suggest that you give in your notice and then contact me as to starting date etcetera! I'll give you my mobile number, that's private. I'm delighted Colin, come and see me about your final contract as soon as you can. 'Bye now!"

Gary handed the receiver to Janice. Before she had managed to cradle the phone he had slipped his hand into her blouse to find her naked left breast. She had taken her bra off again! The phone rang and she answered it.




That Old House



"Long enough," smiled Gary. "I had to get ready for you darling. I haven't got anything in to eat. I thought we'd go out. It's so dismal in here. There's a good pub about halfway into town."

"OK," said Holly. "That's fine by me."

She poured a cup of tea for herself and sat down alongside Gary on the battered old settee. She snuggled in close, her warmth giving him some of the comfort he needed. It also caused his cock to flex again. Holly noticed it this time and smiled to herself as she kissed her father on his nearest cheek again. She took his hand.

"Right," she said, "let's get up to date with all our news, such as it is. Then you can tell me yours and then I want to know what's on this weekend. What are these plans you've made?"

Holly knew better than to regale Gary with tales about her mother. She prattled on about what she had been doing with her friends before switching to her excitement about her forthcoming job. She actually refrained from mentioning anything financial!

Gary told her a few things about his boring life and mentioned that he had been in Birmingham today, hastily remarking that he had not been to her new place of work.

"But yesterday, darling, yesterday I did a very strange thing; strange for me anyway."

"What was that Daddy; tell me about it!" Holly gently put one hand on her father's thigh.

It felt red-hot. Gary glanced down but continued.

"I was wandering through Oakby thinking about work related things. Before I knew it I was in Beech Avenue."

"Wow, that is strange. What did you do next?"

"Believe it or not I got out of the car, walked up the path and rang the bell. It was only then that I realised what I'd done."

"Was there anyone in?"

"Yes a very attractive woman opened the door and asked me what I wanted. I spluttered and stammered something about living there a while ago and she surprised me by saying that she recognised me; she had a photo of us all that she had found. She invited me in."

"Was it very different? Did you recognise everything? Did you fuck her?"

"Holly!"

"Sorry Dad but your cock has grown in your pants while you were telling me all about it. Tell me everything!"

So that was how Gary began to tell Holly all about Gerry, dinner at the Swan and how he was going to repeat the contact tomorrow night with the hope that the relationship might blossom.

"Into a good fuck you mean," giggled Holly. "You need a bit of good luck Daddy so I hope that you get your leg over! I like that bit about her inviting Ivy and me over to see the house again. Wouldn't it be amazing if you finished up living there again; with Gerry I mean."

"You are a very grown up and a very naughty girl Holly my darling. If you weren't so big now I'd put you across my knee."

Holly squeezed her father's thigh again, dangerously close to his cock this time. She kissed him on the lips again and Gary definitely felt her wet tongue this time.

"If I'm in the mood I might like that," she whispered. "You never ever put me or Ivy over your knee when we were younger. I'm sure that we were naughty enough to deserve a good smacking sometimes! Shall we go out to dinner now?"

Soon father and daughter were easing in to the atmosphere of a large town pub that seemed to be popular with diners. They sat close together in the bar while they waited for a table. Gary had a pint of best bitter in front of him and Holly a Smirnoff Ice.

At one point Holly put her lips close to Gary's ear and whispered to him.

"I wonder how many of these punters think that you're a dirty old man and that I'm your 'bit of fluff'. Isn't that what they used to say in your day?"

"No they didn't, that was before even my time! Anyway, those same punters, as you call them, might think that I'm your sugar daddy and that I'm a lucky old sod to have such a beautiful girl hanging on to my arm."

Holly put her hand on to her father's thigh again with her left hand and drained her Ice with her right.

"Do you think that I'm beautiful Daddy? You can tell me the truth, I'm your daughter and I know that you love me anyway."

Gary took a deep breath to try and control his cock. Things were getting out of hand.

"My darling Holly, you and your sister are just about the most beautiful girls that I've ever seen. Of course I love you both to bits but you are really beautiful. Do you want another drink? Don't you think that you should move your hand?"

Holly moved her hand, her right hand! She waved the empty glass at the barman and he saw her instantly! She was a more than pretty girl!

"Another pint and another Ice please," she called out.

"Coming right up Miss!"

"I meant your other hand," croaked Gary.

"Don't you like it Daddy?" Holly said coquettishly.

"You know damn well I do," growled Gary. "You're earning that smacked bottom, do you hear?"

"Yes Daddy," smiled Holly impishly this time.

Just then they were called to their table. Gary was relieved that they had to sit facing one another. Holly had to move her hand and Gary's stiffness began to ease. Now Holly looked him in the face and began to talk to her father about the main reason that she was there; well, before she had seen his cock move anyway. Money! Gary's money!

"Daddy, I've been thinking about that amount of cash I mentioned. I don't need five hundred really, not straight away anyway. I've listed what I need to buy and I've priced most of it on the Internet. I could manage with about three fifty, if you can see your way clear to help me. Please daddy, please!"

Gary breathed a little easier. He could manage that but he would make her work a bit harder before he gave in.

"Well, let's think about this. It will soon be your birthday. Then you will have your first month's salary before long. Then you should soon be able to get yourself a credit card. The minimum credit amount is about a thousand now, I believe. I could stretch to about two hundred, I believe. Can you manage with that my darling?"

Holly was breathing easier now; her father had just offered her almost what she wanted in the first place! One last try! 

"Wellll!" she said as if she were thinking hard. "Could you make it two hundred and fifty? I can get most of the rest with my first salary credit."

"It's a deal!" Gary said. Holly beamed at him, rose up and kissed him on the lips again. They both raised their wine glasses in salute, both thinking that they had won the negotiation.

They happily strolled back to Gary's flat, arm in arm. Gary felt slightly guilty about this. Holly thought about being her father's girl friend again. She flushed as she walked, feeling a little damp down below.

              oooOOOooo

"I can't possibly drive home tonight Daddy. I've had far too much to drink. I need to piss now too; wait a minute!"

Gary was thinking furiously as he heard loud water sounds in the bathroom, Holly having deliberately left the bathroom door open. How were they going to sleep? He only had one bed, not huge either. He also had few actual bedclothes. Neither of the girls had ever stayed over with him, even when he had had better accommodation.

"Don't worry about it Daddy," Holly said when he raised the subject. "We're both adults, consenting or otherwise! Lend me one of your shirts and I'll keep my knickers on! I'll be off first thing in the morning."

Holly laughed but Gary was not so sure. He usually slept in the raw but he would have to keep shirt and shorts on tonight!

"All right," he eventually agreed. "You will have to leave about seven o'clock though because I've got a busy day tomorrow. Phone your mother though and tell her where you are."

"You've got a busy evening too, haven't you," giggled Holly as she punched buttons on her mobile to contact her mother. There was no landline into the flat. "I bet that Gerry is wetting her panties already in anticipation of her handling your prick tomorrow night. Hello Mum, I'm still at Daddy's."

Even Gary could hear Maureen's voice squawking on the other end.

"It's alright Mum, we've already sorted all that. Anyway, I've had too much to drink to drive tonight. I've got to leave early because Daddy's got a very busy day tomorrow so I'll be home in time to do the housework. You'll miss me when I've gone won't you? Just make sure that that slob Alan doesn't leave too much of a mess lying around or I won't touch it! Byeee!"

"There Daddy, satisfied? I'll make some coffee, shall I? Have you got anything in to drink?"

"Th, there's some brandy in the cupboard under the sink," sighed Gary, relaxing as he watched his daughter's beautiful body move around his space. "The glasses are in here; I'll get two out. They're not proper brandy glasses though!"

"As long as they don't leak," grinned his daughter as she appeared with two coffees and the brandy bottle on a small tray. "At least you got quality brandy Daddy; I love Hine!"

They sat down and toasted themselves. Gary relaxed a little more as the brandy bit him; his cock was down now.

Then he showed Holly the bedroom and what they had for bedclothes. She asked for the shirt to wear so he fished a good one out of his drawer. She took it from him, studied it and then replaced it in the drawer and took out a much older one.

"This will do fine Daddy. You mustn't use your good work shirts. I'll get ready now, shall I?"

To his surprise Holly followed him back into the sitting room. She went over to the heater and he gasped as she pulled her woolly sweater over her head. All she had under it was her very well filled bra! Holly then dropped his shirt over her head and almost in one movement she pulled down the zip on her jeans and peeled them off. He had a tantalising glimpse of her pink panties before his shirt dropped to cover the strategic area. Holly turned and smiled at him.

"Did you get hard again Daddy? I'll get into bed now so that you can get ready. I remember which side you sleep."

When Gary finally went into his bedroom she was in bed, on the correct side and smiling up at him.

"I finally get to sleep with my dad," she whispered. "I've warmed the bed up nicely Daddy so come on in!"

Gary had to admit that it was a nice warm welcome. There was just enough room for them both. He felt very happy and began to relax. He was tired and hoped that his daughter was too.

"Goodnight Daddy darling," whispered Holly. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. She also gently wiped her tongue across his lips. Her bra was on the floor beside her side of the bed. Then she spoiled it all by placing her palm on top of his cock. "I love you both," she said with a quiet giggle.

"I love you too darling. Goodnight and sleep well."

Gary switched off the light.

              oooOOOooo

Strangely enough both Holly and Gary had a good night's sleep, neither moving much at all in the night.

Holly woke first and almost jumped with surprise until she remembered where she was. She looked over to her father and smiled; he looked so much younger when he was asleep. She turned to face him and very gently laid her left hand on his chest; he didn't move but she distinctly felt his left nipple harden.

Holly moved her hand without touching her father. She found the bottom of his shirt ruckled up almost around his waist and moved on down until she could feel the heat from his crotch. She now risked a peek under the covers.

Holly had slept with only two boys in her life, one for only two nights and the other a number of times. She had almost fallen for Francis but then realised it was only that she loved sex. Since then she had trodden carefully.

She did know that boys usually had a hard on in the morning. Sure enough her father was no exception. Under the covers Holly perceived a wondrous sight.

Her dad had an erection, a hard on, a boner. His shorts showed a big ridge from his crotch to his waistband. Not only that, the tip of his penis was peeping out over the top of his waistband, such was the length of his cock. There was a bonus too; he was leaking pre cum. Her daddy was aroused as well.

Holly quickly slipped her panties off and felt into her vagina with her right hand. She was wet down there! She wriggled carefully until her face was close to the tip of Gary's knob end. She extended her tongue and wetly licked off his moisture. He didn't move.

Now she had a problem. In order to see more of Gary's cock she needed to pull his shorts down. Then she noticed a small button at the centre of the waistband. She oh so carefully eased it open and the elastic waistband parted; she was rewarded with a vision of about four inches of hard cock. It crossed her mind that this was probably the largest cock that she had ever seen. She made saliva and licked wetly at the visible portion.

This time her father reacted, albeit quite slowly. His right hand came down and grasped his cock. Although he was unused to wearing anything in bed he automatically pushed his shorts down and took hold down by his root. Holly took immediate advantage of this and sucked the top three inches or so into her mouth.

Gary woke up instantaneously, remembering everything about last evening! God, it was Holly with his cock in her mouth. Much as it felt marvellous he couldn't allow this to go on.

"Holly! Stop that! Do you realise what you're doing! This is all wrong!"

Gary let go of his cock and put his right hand on to Holly's head to stop her contact. She was a split second ahead of him, thrusting down and capturing as much as she could of her father's eight-inch tool. She also began to fight him off with her right hand. Now she clamped her mouth tight on to her prize.

Gary moaned; he couldn't resist any longer. Holly's action captured all his attention. It felt so good! No, it felt wonderful! He had been sucked off a few times in his life but never like this. As she sucked on him she now knew that her father had accepted her and she began to really love him. He suddenly realised too what the difference was; this was someone who loved him. She wanted to give him this pleasure with all her heart. He flexed his hips and pushed up into her mouth.

"Ohhhhh Holly darling, don't stop now, please don't stop!"

Holly managed to turn just enough so that she could wink at him. Then she worked harder on his shaft while grabbing his left hand and putting it down on to her pussy.

Gary groaned and began to stimulate his daughter's clitoris.

Holly too was in ecstasy! Her Daddy's cock was throbbing in her mouth and his juice was dribbling down her throat; his fingers and thumb were agitating her pussy and she was making her own juice! She thought that when he touched her clitty just right she was going to come, come big time!

Gary felt his cock grow to its full potential and harden just that little bit more. He knew he was going to come! The fingers of his left hand clenched and rubbed across Holly's firm clitoris; she was going to come too!

He gasped and bucked as his spunk shot out of his piss tube and hit the back of Holly's throat. His left hand seemed to fill with liquid and she moaned in her throat and through her nostrils. She drew back slightly and began to drink!

Gary just kept on spurting into his daughter's mouth. When he was finished she released his cock and opened her mouth to show him the remainder of his ejaculation. She lifted his wet left hand to her mouth and licked the excess off his palm with her tongue. She closed her mouth and mixed the juices before lowering her lips to his. As they kissed her tongue invaded his mouth, followed by the mouthful of mixed spendings. Gary thought that it was the most wonderful taste that he had ever experienced.

"Good morning Daddy! That was nice, wasn't it? You do have a lovely big cock, don't you? You go and have your shower while I put the kettle on!"

No sooner than Gary was in the shower he was reminded that he hadn't had his piss. As he turned to the back wall to let fly he felt a cool draught and then felt two warm hands encircle his waist and head downwards. Next the hands were holding his pissing prick and two warm breasts were rubbing across his back.

"This is fun, isn't it Daddy? Do you want me to piss on your bum or on your belly? Oooo, you have got a lot, haven't you?"

Gary held on to the shower stall wall for support.

"Do it like this Holly darling! If I turn around I don't think I could stop myself doing what I mustn't do!"

Holly didn't let go of Gary's tool and soon he felt hotter liquid spreading across his arse cheeks, trickling down into his crack and dribbling down his thighs. His cock hardened again.

In the end he did turn around. He smacked Holly's bottom and kissed her as he slipped past her into the bathroom. He grabbed his towel and rubbed himself dry. Holly turned off the shower and watched him from the shower doorway.

"I haven't finished with that by a long way Daddy. Next time it gets that hard in front of me it's going to go all the way up my cunny!"

They managed to make the coffee and eat some toast. Holly picked up her bag and kissed her father goodbye, this time unashamedly with open mouth and questing tongue. Gary allowed it without reciprocating too vigorously.

"Bye Daddy darling. I'll call you on Monday to find out all about you fucking Gerry. See you soon!"

"Bye sweetheart. I'll do the bank transfer for you today. Have a nice week-end shopping!"

              oooOOOooo

Despite all the morning's loving activity Gary had a good run to the office and was behind his desk by eight-thirty. He was there before his personal assistant Janice and was pleased when she did arrive at about eight forty-five.

"Morning Jan," he smiled, "be an angel and make some coffee. I've got loads of work to do today before I can leave. I don't want to be late away as I've got a prospective heavy week-end ahead of me and on top of that I've got to go and see George at eleven o'clock. He says he's got something important he wants to discuss with me. Have you any idea what it's all about? Can you find out from your opposite number?"

Janice's 'opposite number' was Molly Adams, George's equivalent of herself.

"I'll see what I can find out," she replied. "I'll go and put the coffee on. Do you want biscuits?"

"Might as well if the budget can stand it," smiled Gary, looking at his assistant as she stood there before him.

Janice, he suddenly realised, was a fine figure of a woman. She stood about five feet six inches, with a mass of dark brown curls framing a round face. The face had always seemed to let her down as she had rather prominent top teeth and she wore what Gary called 'no nonsense' business glasses with large lenses and black frames. He suddenly wondered what her mouth and those teeth would feel like wrapped around his cock. He felt a small twitch down below.

He dropped his gaze to Janice's ample tits encased in a tight light brown sweater and then on to her form fitting medium blue skirt. He guiltily looked up into her face to find her smiling broadly at him.

"Will I do Gary? Do you like what you see?"

Gary took a deep breath. "You look mighty fine Jan, as always. If you weren't a married woman I would probably be trying to have my wicked way with you!"

"You could try it one day, if you like. The coffee should be ready by now."

Fuckin' Hell, now what did she mean by that? Gary had always assumed that Jan was happily married and was being properly serviced in sexual quarters. He resolved to pay more attention in future!

Jan returned with his coffee. In the light of his new resolve to pay her more attention he looked up and smiled openly at her. Geeze! He immediately noticed that she had obviously removed her bra. He could clearly see her nipples thrusting at the material.

He openly looked at her chest. "Very nice Jan, very nice; you should do that more often."





That Old House



"I'll do it always from now on Gary. I'll go now and see what the bush telegraph has been broadcasting."

Gary sipped his coffee and returned to his paperwork. He sorted out the new orders to go down to despatch, he filled in his expenses sheet for the week and finally looked at what was scheduled already for next week. It was now almost time for him to go and see George. He went for a piss.

Janice came back just as he returned from the bogs. She sat down in front of Gary, her generous breasts moving enticingly in her sweater.

"I can't find anything much," she moaned. "Even Molly is being very tight lipped. She says she doesn't know anything but I'm not so sure. I could swear that she's been having a little weep this morning."

"How strange," said Gary, as he stood and slipped on his jacket. "I'd better just go and find out what it's all about. Wish me luck Jan!"

He kissed her on the cheek and left the office. Suddenly they both realised that he had never done that before!

              oooOOOooo

Molly showed Gary straight into George's office. She was tight lipped, hardly smiling at him at all.

"Come in Gary, come in," boomed George loudly as he strode across his large office and shook Gary heartily by the hand. "Sit yourself down. Molly, fetch us some coffee and biscuits, there's a darling!"

Molly departed, again with hardly a smile. Gary sat in the visitors chair and George sat down opposite.

"How's the week gone?" enquired George chattily and for the next two minutes or so they discussed current matters. Molly returned with coffee and biscuits.

"Put it down over there Molly," said George, indicating the sofa and coffee table over by the side wall. "Thank you. I'll call you when we're ready."

Molly left and George indicated that they should move. Gary had never sat there before.

"You know me Gary," began George, "I don't beat about the bush so here's the bones of it. I'm going to retire in two month's time and you're the man I want to take over as Managing Director! There! How about that?"

"Wow," said Gary, gulping. He set down his coffee, as it suddenly seemed that he couldn't hold it any more. "Why me boss?"

"Don't act stupid on me Gary. You know as well as I do that you're the most competent man overall in this company. I don't want any accountant types running this show! Do you want the job?"

"Of course I do George," gasped Gary again. "It's just that it's a big surprise, that's all. What made you decide so suddenly?"

George's eyes twinkled. "I'm not getting any younger Gary. I was sitting over there behind that desk the other week when it occurred to me that I didn't want to sit there any longer. Molly was sitting there and I just said to her something like, 'how about me retiring and both of us running away to the sun while we're both still young enough'? Next thing I know she's sitting in my lap and kissing me like crazy."

Molly was about forty, divorced, with a body that she kept very trim. She was blonde with juicy looking tits to die for and very rounded bum cheeks that just cried out for two hands to rub all over them.

"Blimey," laughed Gary, "that sounds fantastic. What did you do?"

"Spread her all over the desk and fucked her as hard as I could! Although it's a few years since Wendy died it all came back to me instantly. Afterwards we went home to my place and did it all again, several times in fact. I can't go back now, can I?"

Gary laughed again and stuck out his hand.

"Well done George; I'm really glad for you. I'll take your offer, of course. I have often wondered who you would choose when you decided to go. What happens next?"

George stood up and walked to his desk. He pressed a button on his intercom. Molly answered.

"Yes George?"

"Molly my darling girl," chuckled George. "He says yes! You can bring that contract in now."

Hardly had George finished speaking when his door burst open and Molly hurried in with a folder fastened with a bright red elasticated band. She handed it to George and then moved to stand close to him. She was smiling broadly now and he put a big hand proprietarily on her left buttock as he handed the folder to Gary.

"There you are Gary. That's your new contract of employment! We've put in it everything that you can think of and then some. I've always liked you boy and I want you to have the best. Take it away with you now and come and see me on Monday when you've had a chance to digest it. You can have it changed if you want and then we'll arrange for you to sign it."

Gary thought quickly. It was something to do with shagging secretaries over the desk!

"Will I be able to bring Janice up here to be my Personal Assistant?"

George noticed his glance at the desk and guffawed as he pulled Molly closer to him.

"Well Molly won't be here for you to fuck on this desk so you'd better bring Janice, hadn't you? Off you go now and tell her the news. It'll cheer her up after the way that fucking husband of hers has treated her."

"Oh, she hasn't said anything to me. What's going on?"

"He drinks too much and he's started knocking her about. She's moved out into a flat quite near here. She came and told me last week but she asked me not to say a word to you. She wanted to tell you herself so don't forget, I've told you nothing!"

George's hand had started squeezing Molly's rounded bum flesh and Gary suddenly noticed a bulge in his boss's trousers. He'd better go!

"I'll see you on Monday morning for coffee George. Don't strain anything!"

"Don't you worry about that Gary," chortled George as he swept everything off his desk. "Molly and I have something important to do now but I shall enjoy every second of it. You go and get your leg over; forget about that bitch ex-wife of yours!"

As he left the room the action was starting. Molly had grasped George's crotch and he was ripping at her blouse!

              oooOOOooo

Gary swept into his outer office, startling Janice with the force of his entry.

"Come in, now!" he barked at her. She followed him demurely, her book in her hand. He saw Janice's book, grabbed it from her and threw it on the desk.

"Now young woman," he almost shouted, taking her by the tops of her shoulders and turning her to face him. Her breasts wobbled again but Gary didn't notice this time. "Why didn't you know that George was going to retire and that he was going to take Molly with him!"

Janice gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

"So that's why she's been so quiet lately. Gosh, I'm sorry Gary, I never guessed. What a surprise eh, Mr Arnold retiring early and Molly is going to go with him. What did she do when he asked her?"

"I can tell you exactly what she did. According to George she jumped on to his knee and kissed him. About two minutes after that she was spread across his desk with his cock buried inside her!"

Janice giggled and her breasts wobbled again. Gary noticed this time and had a good long look. This time his cock definitely stirred. Janice had glanced down to watch Gary gazing at her tits and she saw the movement. She smiled at him.

"That must have been something to see," she laughed.

"I bet," answered Gary. "Now the thing is Janice, I'm going to be the new Managing Director in about two months time. When I take over upstairs I shall need a new PA. Do you want the job?"

Janice flung herself into Gary's arms and kissed him soundly. He felt two squashy tits as well!

"Oh yes please Gary. I'll try ever so hard for you; I'll try not to let you down!"

"I know you won't, that's why I asked you. You'll do fine. I'll get Molly to train you. Not this minute though as I expect she's spread all over George's desk again!"

"Really? Right now?" Janice squirmed a little, rubbing her breasts against Gary; she could feel his cock rising!

He gently pushed her off.

"One more thing though Jan, next time you have a family crises I would hope that you would bring it to me first, not to the fucking Managing Director! Oh, that'll be me by then, won't it?"

"Sorry Gary, I just didn't want to bother you after all your troubles with your own marriage."

"All right, there's no more to be said. C'mon Jan, lets go out to lunch to celebrate. I'm not going to eat much though 'cos I'm out to dinner with a lovely lady tonight and I might be needed to take strenuous exercise later. I hope so anyway!"

Gary kissed Janice on the lips. She returned his kiss with vigour, opening her mouth and offering him her tongue. Gary accepted and rubbed his hard cock against her crotch. They broke apart.

"You know that you're going to have to finish the job one day soon, don't you?" she gasped.

"I fully intend to; just not today though. Lunch?"

              oooOOOooo

After a suitably restrained and light lunch Gary was back in the office but his heart wasn't into working any more. He had great news and he wanted to share it. Obviously it was not for broadcasting around the premises yet but he did want to tell someone else, and soon.

He called Oakby, hoping that Gerry was already home. She was.

"Gary, it's lovely to hear your voice. Don't tell me you can't come! I'm getting so excited; I've not had two dates in a week for a long time now."

"No, it's nothing like that. It's just that I had some amazing news today and I wanted to share it with someone but now that I've phoned you I want to keep it until I see you tonight. Can we firm up our arrangements?"

"Now I'm all agog! I tell you what we'll do. You come on over just as soon as you can get here and I'll make us something to eat. You can tell me your news and then we can have a nice evening to ourselves. Don't forget your toothbrush! Have you told your daughters your news yet?"

"No, I'm going to ring Holly right now and get her to bring Ivy over on Sunday evening. Then I can tell them together."

"Get your work finished my dear then you will be with me all the sooner. I'm so looking forward to seeing you again."

My dear! It was the first term of endearment that Gerry had uttered to him. That was a good start to the weekend. Gary phoned the Black Swan in Oakby and cancelled his dinner reservation. He hadn't booked a room in hopes of not needing it and it seems that he didn't. Then he phoned Holly's mobile number.

"Hello Daddy darling," she trilled. "Missing me already?"

"Now just you listen, you young Madam. I've got some news that I want to tell you and Ivy together so I want you to do something for me. Get a hold of her and bring her to see me on Sunday evening. My life is about to change for the better and I want you two to be among the first to hear all about it."

"Is it about you and the fuckable lady at our old house?"

"No it isn't! I may be able to update you a bit when I see you. I shall reserve a room for you both at that hotel on the edge of Nuneaton so there will be no funny business on Sunday. All right?"

"All right Daddy. Didn't you like it? It felt as if you liked it. I don't think I've ever had to swallow so much spunk in my life before!"

"Whether I liked it or not is beside the point. It shouldn't have happened and it mustn't happen again, do you hear?"

"Yes, I hear Daddy but I can't promise anything for all time, now can I?"

"All right, for now just concentrate on coming over on Sunday. I'll see you then."

"OK Daddy, I'll do it for you. You just have a great fucking time this weekend!"

Before he could reply Holly had switched off. Gary sighed, quickly made sure that he had done everything that he should do and then stuffed his new contract into his briefcase and headed out to his car. He was soon pointing the car's nose in the direction of Oakby.

Being a travelling man Gary always carried spare clothes, including a toothbrush and shaving gear, in a holdall in his car. So, apart from a call at a filling station to fill up and buy some flowers for Gerry he was soon approaching Oakby.

Soon he was turning into Beech Avenue. He confidently parked on the driveway next to a fairly old Jaguar XK. He left his bags in his car and rang the doorbell. The door immediately opened to reveal Gerry in her long beige coat again, no glasses!

"Hello Gary," she said. "Do come on in." Gary followed her into the sitting room. She turned to face him with a big smile on her face.

"I thought we should start as we left off on Thursday evening," she said. "So I put my coat on. Would you like to help me take it off again?"

Gary stepped forward. Gerry turned away as he opened the coat and it slipped off her shoulders into his hands. The 'little black dress' was underneath and Gerry completed a full turn to face him again.

"Will I do sir?" she grinned, knowing full well that she would indeed 'do'!

Gary tossed her coat on to a chair and reached for her. Gerry came into his arms and they kissed. It started with a chaste lip contact only kiss but after a second or two Gerry visibly relaxed in Gary's arms and her mouth came open as her tongue sought Gary's. Their bodies melded together and the kiss became prolonged.

They broke lip contact and grinned happily at each other. Gary slowly stroked his palms from Gerry's waist up to the top of her shoulders. Gerry relaxed against his body.

Then he slid his hands to her cool smooth neck, revelling in the feel of her smooth skin. He inserted his fingers to the inside of her halter top and slid them downwards. Gerry gasped softly as Gary's fingers reached and rubbed over her hardening nipples. He trapped each nipple between middle and index fingers and squeezed hard. Gerry thrust her groin at him.

"There's a catch at the back of the neck," she breathed.

Gary reached behind her head and easily unsnapped the catch. She leant back and the front of the dress fell off. Her beauties were revealed for all, well Gary anyway, to see. He gasped and lowered his mouth to her right breast as his right hand captured her left one and searched for the nipple.

Gerry's breasts were of a generous size, slightly bigger than a handful each. They felt warm, soft but firm with hard nipples. Gary's left hand was now spread across the middle of her back, pulling her chest to his face. Gerry in turn began to grind her crotch against Gary's by now very hard and big cock.

Gary pushed Gerry's body away for a second, allowing her dress to fall to the floor. Apart from her black high heeled shoes, the only other item of clothing she wore was a tiny thong, also black silk. Gary growled and pulled her to him as he kissed her again, this time with his left hand grasping her tremendous round buttocks.

"Oh my God you're beautiful," he gasped. "You have the most beautiful body that I've ever seen. Let me just look at you!"

"You look pretty good yourself," laughed Gerry. "Or I'm sure that you will do when I get you stripped down. Just relax now my darling and let me do all the work."

Gerry quickly undid Gary's shirt buttons, slipped it off his arms and tossed it away. Then she unfastened his belt, unclipped his trousers and pulled down the zip. She tugged and they began to fall. As they did she hooked her fingers into his underpants to reveal his bouncing cock! Slip on shoes and socks created no problem and in seconds Gary was naked. Gerry knelt and then leaned back to examine her prize.

"Wow, what a beauty," she said as she reached out for his shaft. "I'm going to misbehave myself with this. My pupils wouldn't know me!"

Gerry made contact with both hands. She wrapped her slender fingers around him and began a frigging motion. Gary gasped and grabbed her shoulders, gently but firmly pulling her body to his. Gerry licked his pre cum off his knob end and then pouched his shaft between her breasts before feeding him into her hot mouth. She made lots of saliva and washed his hard cock with it as she began to suck.

"Ohhhh my God Gerry darling, that's awesome," he shouted out as her ministrations began to have their effect on him. "Don't make me come yet though darling. I want to taste you too!"

Slowly and sensuously Gerry removed Gary's cock from her mouth and began to stand up, rubbing his knob end down over her nipples, into her belly button and down on to her silk covered pussy; her damp silk covered pussy!

"I can't get your lovely prick inside of me," she moaned into his ear. "There's something in the way."

Gary grabbed at her arse with both hands. He found the soft material and literally tore it from her thighs. His hands delved into her arse cleft and lifted her off her feet. She managed to reach down and remove her heels.

"I'm ready now Gary darling! In fact I can't wait any longer. Please, oh please fuck me now!"

Gary lowered her bottom to the plush red sofa. She spread her thighs and watched Gary sink to his knees and drop his face into her vagina. She felt a hot thick tongue invade her pussy. She squealed with utter pleasure. Then he withdrew and guided his throbbing monster towards her pussy. He noticed that he could see all of her vagina as she had obviously shaved fairly recently.

"I just love fucking shaved pussy," he growled as his knob reached its target. He took hold of Gerry's ankles and lifted her legs. His knob disappeared and he felt the first flush of Gerry's hot juices. He growled again and folded her thighs up to her breasts as he thrust his full eight and a bit inches into her cunt. He now took a firm hold of her breasts and looked into her face.

"How does that feel darling? Your pussy feels fucking good to me. Are you ready for it?"

Gerry looked down at his cock root at her pussy entrance. She clenched her cunt muscles around his shaft.

"That's marvellous Gary darling! I don't think that I've ever felt so full of cock before! I like it that you talk dirty when you fuck. I like to do it too but my husband wouldn't let me. I didn't shave for you because I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not."

"I'll shave your pussy for you later," grinned Gary. "I brought my razor, as well as my toothbrush!"

As Gerry squealed at the thought of him shaving her he pulled his cock from her cunt and rammed it in again. She squealed again and put both arms around his neck and pulled.

"Oh yes Gary," she howled. "Fuck me darling! Fuck me hard!"

Gary obliged. After Holly this morning, George and Molly later and then Janice's tits rubbing all over him he was more than ready. He shafted Gerry hard and fast. They made juice and splashed; they kissed and fucked. Gary squeezed her tits as they fucked and she began to bite every part of him that she could reach.

Suddenly Gerry squealed again.

"I'm going to come, you bastard! Fuck me hard!"

She let go of Gary's neck and flung herself backwards, thrusting her labia at his cock, trying to get more of him inside her. She made juice in great quantities.

"Ohhh yesss! Ohhhh yessss! Ohhhhh yesssss!" she howled into her orgasm. "Fuck meee! Fuck meeee! Fuck meeeee!"

Gary was on a different planet. He had never felt so powerful and in control. Managing fucking Director indeed! He would show them what he could do! He knew he could shoot his load anytime but he was in enough control to wait. Gerry was winding down now. She looked up at him and grinned again. Gary stopped thrusting.

"That's quite the loveliest fuck I've ever had," he panted. "It's not over yet, is it? I've still got a load of spunk to deliver. Where would you like it Madam, inside or outside?"

"No way are you going to shoot off anywhere but up my cunt!" said Gerry firmly. "I've just had a fantastic fucking from the best lover I've ever had so that's where I want your hot sticky seed. You can shoot somewhere else next time if you want; this one is for my cunt. Go on, do your worst and let me have it!"

Gary released Gerry thighs but folded her legs over his shoulders. He lowered his chest to her breasts. He resumed thrusting his hard cock up her cunt.