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The Most Wonderful Girl

By: gobula



Tomeric Scolfield pushed her glasses up and smiled at me. What kind of name was Tomeric anyway? Was it short for Tom and Erica, did her parents want a boy? Was she named after her grand parents? It was only by close observation and eavesdropping had I been able to find out her name. The older librarians called her Miss Scolfield, and not in a pleasant way, while a black female friend of hers came in and called her Tomeric once. Maybe that was it, maybe she was half black or something. 

It was possible. She had sometimes curly, sometimes strait blonde hair. which seamed died. Large dark eye lashes and well trimmed but thick dirty brown eyebrows which crowned her blue sometimes green eyes, that she kept hidden behind those dull black glasses. Her face was like an Asian's but with large eyes and full lips and she was short, or should I say tiny, despite the large corky sandals she wore. 

She always dressed proper, in an ankle dress and buttoned up long sleeve shirt, though once I had seen her in a pair of jeans. It was a month before when the Library set up this picnic and grill by the small lake that was next to it. She wore these skin tight jeans that rode her hips and had cargo pockets on the side, they seemed elastic- man was she hot! 

It was a good thing I was there early too or I would have missed it for they other librarians sent her home to change. They were always down on her. I figured it was jealousy because she was so pretty and full of life and they were so very ugly and at the end. 

So there she was smiling at me, "What do you have today?" she asked pushing up on her glasses, which were too heavy for her petite nose and heart shaped face. 

"I uh... astrology." I muttered, what a boob! 

"I love the stars." she gleamed, and ran the book code, "Oh- you have a past balance." She frowned and checked the screen.

"Oh it is nothing I'll pay." I stammered trying to stop her from looking at the book title. 

"How to pick up girls..." she shook her head and accepted the money from me, I placed it nervously in her little hands.

"You MUST have checked it out for someone else, because I cannot imagine you having ANY trouble in that field!" she smiled genuine and our eyes locked. 

I drifted away, within them, those dreamy orbs of blue and green, so large, so sad. 

"Miss Scolfield!" Another of 'The Evil Brood' as I called them shouted for the young woman's attention, "When are you going to get these books in order?" 

"Have a pleasant read." she said to me before turning back to the old crone. 

"No trouble in that field?" Yeah right! But I took her words and locked them up, planing to replay the events for the rest of the week, a decent amount of time before returning the book. I couldn't come back too soon or it would seem like what it was- that I was stalking her. 

The week passed, in which I had several dreams of Tomeric and some day time fantasies as well. I imagined her giving me sex in the isles or running into her at a pet store where she might be buying a small dog or something. When finally enough days passed that I could reasonably return to the library, I did. 

Tomeric was out among the shelves putting away returned books and it was there that I found her, "Hey you." She said to me with a smile as I pretended to have to squeeze passed. "Hello woman." I said as nonchalant as I could muster. 

She laughed, "That is funny." 

As most days, her hair was in a pony tail. But it was curly and a little blonder than usual. She pushed up on her glasses and smiled at me, "Back for more are you?"

"I cannot get enough." I let my smile stay on her hoping she would know the rest, that I could not EVER get enough of her. Surprised at my assertion my eyes even flashed. I could feel them, and she blushed. 

"I am all at woo..." she turned away suddenly, "You must have been reading that book, look I have goose bumps!" her whisper was breathless and she turned her head quickly as if in fear that she'd spoken too loud.

I really was unsure how to proceed so I nodded, "They fit you well." It was then that I noticed through her white button down shirt, that her nipples were heard. They were large and dark, and poked through her shirt. I never thought that she wasn't wearing a braw, I guess I just assumed she was. IT was really never her chest I was looking at anyway. Her breasts were not large, and I am sure she was called 'Wash board' and other things growing up, but they were there, I could see as she turned away that they were a good handful. I had NEVER been so close to them and it took everything I had to stop myself from reaching out and touching them. 

As she turned, she revealed her long neck, where her hair played at the end of it. One of her tiny hands, with long fingers and surprisingly long nails played at the end of her pony tail as she looked behind her up the isle, where Mrs Woodrow, the senior librarian was stacking books. 

When she turned back, she busted me staring at her chest. "I am sorry." it was my turn to blush. 

"Don't be." she smiled. 

"Miss Scolfield, are you going to finish the task at hand sometime today?"

"Y-yes Mrs Woodrow." 

"This is not a foot ball field you don't have to shout." the elderly woman said curtly. 

"Yes Mrs Woodrow, I was just explaining..."

"This is not a social club either tell your young friend to get his book and be on." 

"We need to do this at another place." I said suddenly, before I could stop myself. 

She looked back at me with surprise, "The coffee shop down town, near the Irish pub." she said.

My mouth fell open as I watched her turn and walk away, her hips swaying just a little as she went. I remembered how her butt was nice and round in the jeans, the dress hid her little body well, but I had seen it that day. And with any luck I would see it again. 

"Tonight?" I whispered after her, "Today?"

"Tonight." she said, "At ten." 

I blew up inside. And quickly I left the Library not wanting to risk seeing her again and doing something so stupid that she would cancel on me- that I could not bear! 

Now there are two coffee shops down town near the Irish pub but one closes at 5 and the other is opened until midnight. The later is usually filled with college brats and the poetic like people, but there is always an interesting thing happening there. There are two lesbians who run the counter and they both our jealous of each other. One obviously likes men still and the other likes ANY female that enters the place, both flirt and aggravate the hell out of each other and that makes for an amusing watch. 

I used to go into that place quite a lot until I discovered Tomeric at the Library, then I spent my time there and dreaming about her instead of wondering what the two girls behind the counter got into. They were both tattooed and very pretty and remembered me as I came in. "Hello Tod." The brunet who liked men smiled at me, "Espresso?"

"Please, make it a double." I wasn't afraid of coffee breath, I had my pack of gum with me. 

I watched as she made my coffee, how the red head scoured at us. 

When I turned around I saw that it had begun to rain. Typical Florida. The sunshine state my ass. I took a seat next to the window to look out for Tomeric than moved to a corner where she wouldn't see me from the road and have a change of heart. Not that I am ugly, but very, very, very insecure. Then I decided on another spot, where I had a good view of both door and counter. Then I picked up a board game, Checkers I think it was and set it up to pass the time while I waited. 

I ordered two more espressos while I waited and eventually that rain, which had become a downpour lightened up. But by then it was almost eleven and I decided to go. 

Crestfallen, and a bit angry I cleared the tab that I had set up with the Brunet and stepped outside. It was drizzling by the time I reached my car, and I wasn't sure if I was crying or not- I would like to think that I wasn't but maybe I was. Of course she was going to stand me up- she was so beautiful and I was just another loser- there are probably a hundred guys who hit on her EVERY day! My car started on the first try, but that didn't lighten my mood any. and I pulled away, deciding to drive away from the Library, "I just won't go back." I told myself. 

As I approached us one, however, something caught my eye. It was a car with it's flasher's on at the side of the road near the tracks, where the homeless tended to congregate. They were not usually trouble but there was a dark element that tended to be drawn to the area as well and I remember thinking; "That car ain't gonna look so nice in the morning."

As I was passing it I saw a blonde head inside. I slowed and my suspicions were confirmed. It was Tomeric, She must have broken down in the rain and been trapped here! 

My heart took a leap- "I get to be a hero." I spun around to park in front of her and put on my caution lights. "Be the man!" I told myself and I stepped out. 

There was a sincere look of relief on her face as she saw who I was. "Trouble miss?" I asked with a smile as she opened up her door and stepped out. She was soaked from head to toe. Obviously she had tried to fix whatever the problem was herself but had been unable to. "Yeah." she smiled, "I stood someone up- but you found me." she smiled.

I saw that she had a flat tire and had tried to change it, "What happened?"

"I was changing the tire but all these creepy guys started to gather around so I pretended to call my boyfriend, and here you are." 

I looked around for the creepy guys, they had mulled away as I approached, now I knew why- they thought she called me. "How long have you been stuck here?"

"Since ten.." She rubbed her arms, "I was going to be fashionably late, besides they worked my ass off tonight!" 

I blushed, never having assumed her to use such language- "Well lets get your tire changed shall we?" 

It began to rain again as I finished the job she had started. I continuously offered her to go into her car or my car to get out of the rain but she insisted on staying put with me, sighting that she was already drenched. 

When I was finished, I announced that we would have to do this again sometime and she laughed. There was some idle chat about books and movies and then we parted. However, my car did not start. 

Luckily she hadn't pulled off yet, and she offered me a ride. 

"I will get your car wet." 

"I already did!" she opened the passenger door from the inside, "C'mon!" 

I shrugged, "If they steal my car, I will call it a blessing and thank God EVERY DAY!" She laughed again and we were off. 

Her car was small, compact, a Datson. Her hand brushed my leg as she changed gears and the scent of her perfume filled the air. Outside it began to rain again. "Where do you wanna go?" she asked. When I didn't reply at first she added, "Your place or mine?" 

"Mine is a mess." I said quickly, I was lying but I wanted to see where she lived. 

Tomeric grinned and down shifted as she turned off of US-1 and on to Robert Jay, this would take us into "Crack" town- worse than University! "You live over here?" I asked, checking the lock on the door. 

"Yeah." she said as she pulled off into what I feared would be the worse neighborhood I had ever been in. 

"Well..." I observed the police cars which were surrounding a small liquor store where even at this hour business seemed to be booming. There were hookers that walked around dazed and young kids that ran up to any car that slowed or stopped. "Jitter-Bugs" she called them. 

She smiled at me from the side of her face, "I suppose I don't have to worry about you stalking me now do I?" 

I wasn't sure if she meant that she didn't want me sneaking around her house- or if she thought I thought I was too good for her now. "Believe you me." I said, "I would travel the world to be with you." 

She stopped her car at a dark house with a beat up fence around it, "I wouldn't ask for that." she said as the engine sputtered to a halt, "Only to cross the town." 

I was drunk from her words, How had I suddenly become a man desired by her? Had I? Was this a dream? Not forgetting where I was, I quickly followed her in. The night was filled with the sounds of cars, people and noise, but inside her house- when she closed the door it was another world. Rich fragrance of scented candles and the musky smell of perfume engulfed me as I entered her place. The walls and floor vibrated silently from her music box which pressed it's beat rhythm throughout. 

"Do you mind?" she asked as she skillfully adjusted the sound with a remote. 

"Not at all." I looked around, politely and smiled, "The only thing about you that doesn't surprise me yet is no TV." 

She nodded and set the remote back in it's place by the door, "Let me show you something." 

I followed her through the living room where two couches wrapped an unused fire place, beyond which was what seemed to be the kitchen. That would have been to the right- but we went left down a short dark hallway with wood floors, "That is the bathroom, you can shower and use the towels." 

I didn't want to ask, but found the words stumbling out anyway, "What about you?"

"I have my own." she said crossing her arms, her tone was polite but her stance firm. She nodded her head towards the bathroom behind me. "There's also a robe in there you can use." 

By this time I still did not know if she was half Black, half Asian, or all the above. To confuse things even more, when she spoke she had a subtle Spanish accent. The guest bathroom offered no clue either. The medicine cabinet was empty, there were however two toothbrushes still in their wrappers and it was stocked with both toilet paper and pads. "Enough snooping!" I told myself, and I took a shower. It was an old tub with tile sides for the shower walls. there were cracks along the porcelain sides but I didn't notice any leak. I was careful not to make a mess and I hung my wet clothes up in the shower when I was done. 

On the door I found three white robes, each with the Hilton logo on them in gold. I laughed to myself as I picked one, "What about my underwear?" I thought. 

She knocked at the door, "I am getting ready to start the dryer... can I have your clothes?" 

Without hesitation I popped open the door and handed her the wet lot. 

There she was in the hallway, her hair pulled back into a trowel and in a small silk kimono which barely covered the gap between her legs. I tried not to look. But chalk it up to another failure for me because she caught me. "Do you like my Dragon robe?" she asked with a sly grin. She turned showing off her perfectly rounded little ass. 

She was so petit that I felt clumsy and large next to her- like Bongo the ape. "Yes- you look fine..." I spun around for her. "How about me?"

She laughed, "I knew I would get a good use out of those bathrobes."

"Is that why you took them?" I pointed to the gold crest on the shoulder.

"Yeah." she said as I followed her out of the hall and across the living room, into the garage which was dark and crowded and stunk of gasoline and oil. There she threw our clothes into a dryer and started it up. 

"Your clothes and mine, mingling." I said, "Kinda romantic don't you think?"

She blinked at me, batting her large eyebrows as if she was mysteriously unaware to the implications.

"I wonder what the kids are up to?"

That caused her to laugh as I followed her back into the house. I thought we were going to go right, into the kitchen and maybe have a drink- but that wasn't the case, she walked strait back into the hallway again which led to the guest room and bathroom and the master bedroom and bath. "Follow me." She didn't have to say it, I was there already, at her heals as she took me into her room. 

"Such the hero." she said as she turned around before me, closely, rubbing her body next to mine as she did so. She ran her hands over my chest, "You saved me tonight." 

"I cannot see how any man would do other wise... you're so beautiful." 

She pressed her body next to mine and turned her head away, the rich smell of cinnamon came from her skin and a fragrance of wild flowers from her hair. I stood more than a head above her. In the library she always wore those high heeled shoes, it was then that I realized just how high those heals were. She was probably near the same size as those Olsen girls, but obviously they'd never had the life this woman had, had. "I never thought librarians could be so sexy." I blurted out. Nerves were getting the best of me, I had to keep them in check somehow. 

"Would you like me to put some music on?" 

"Sure."

She slid around me at the door and then pushed me gently back on to her bed, "Wait here." 

I stretched back. "This is a dream." I said as I pulled my body back to take the center spot on her large queen sized bed. In the darkness I could just make out the tiger and leopard print comforter, pillows and wall hangings. There wasn't much to clutter the room but there was enough here to sense that she liked wild animals or Africa. There was even a fertility statue near the bed. A car light passed along the wall and I saw what could have been a painting of the Karma Sutra. The bass of music started up again, it trembled through my body, but this time there were vocals too and accompanying music, of course it was Opera-like techno and though I never was into it before I knew I would have to have some at home now.

When she returned to the bedroom, the front of her Kimono was opened up. Her small breasts stuck out with nipples erect into the darkness of the room. She wore a leopard thong, and nothing more. Her hair hung loose to her shoulders and she paused revealing to me that she was almost as nervous as I was. Though why I couldn't tell you- she was a perfect creature whereas I had flaw on top of flaw. 

It's not that I am fat, nor skinny, nor old or too young but just that average Joe, and she was looking like she was on her way to a Victoria photo shoot. "My God." I said. 

"Hush." she replied as she crawled on to the bed, "Before the fertility gods get jealous and curse us. She put a finger to my lip as I started to sit up and whispered to me that I should lay back down. 

I complied. 

She crawled on top of me and placed a kiss on my mouth. Her full lips sucked my tongue into her mouth and she searched out mine with hers. I felt her breasts and her sides, hungry to feel every inch that was her and she cooed in my ear as I pinched her nipples. She then nibbled on my neck, my chest and my belly as she slid down on me. 

I really didn't know what to do or where to go from there, I had nothing but the pillows to hold on to, and wasn't sure how she would fell about me putting my hands on her head, like they do in the movies- so I waited. 

She licked at the base of my member as she cupped the balls in her hand. I looked down at her but in the dark room I could only see clearly when cars drove past and their light came into the room. Luckily it happened quite often and I saw her as she took my full erection in her mouth. She locked eyes with mine and took herself all the way to my stomach, and deep throated me. 

Her tongue played at the belly of my penis as she slid up and down on it until it began to pulse, I was in ecstasy, surely I was going to cum more than I ever had while playing with myself. But just at the point when I thought I should warn her she stopped and gripped one of her hands around the base, squeezing near painfully tight. 

"Ah!" I said arching my back in slight pleasure and pain, "What are you doing?" I gasped. 

"Making love." she said as she nibbled on my thighs and bit at my belly, then she loosened her grasp and continued to suck me again, she brought me to the same point that I was before and then squeezed at the base with one hand while she rubbed my chest with the other, then she crawled up my body like a cat and began to kiss me again. 


The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 02



It did not take long for me to get back into it. Tomeric's petit body on my lap, grinding. She squat with her knees pinning me to the couch and her mouth fastened to my neck. My hands groped her small breasts and I squeezed her little ass too. "You are so hot." I confessed.

"I want you." she said, before locking her mouth onto mine. We explored each others mouths with our tongues. 

"I want you too." I said as I broke for a breath. 

She moaned as my erection poked her thigh. "Well lets see what we can do about it." she said as she slid down on me. Her face went right to my groin and she took my penis into her mouth, all the way to the base. Then she licked and nibbled on the belly of it and continued to suck on it as she had done before in the bedroom. Now I was left once again with the quandary of what to do with my hands. I moved her hair back at first so I could see her face. A car passed outside and I caught her eyes in mid suck, she smiled at me and I let my hand rest there for a moment, on the top of her head, then to the back of it. I didn't press down but gently rode her head as her head bobbed up and down the length of my manhood. 

My other arm I left on the back of the couch and there I relaxed, slowly grinding my hips as I felt the inclination, "Oh baby... uh... I am gonna cum."

"Not yet." she said suddenly rising up off of me, and standing, she slipped the silk kimono to the floor and stood with only the leopard thong on. "Do you want me still baby?" she asked. 

"Oh yes!" I didn't ask how, I didn't care- she'd had me so wound up and I was horny enough to try anything. 

"C'mon baby." she said pulling me up to my feet. She then crawled on to the couch where I was and in one skilled move lubricated herself with her fingers and her spit. She pulled the thong to the side and looked back at me, "Well?" 

I did not stop to think but simply put part A into B. She cooed as I entered her ass and sighed, "Oh your a big boy aren't you?" she rested on her elbows at the back of the couch. 

I took a more commanding stance and pulled myself to her with my hands both on her smaller back. "You feel so good baby." I said as I slipped into her warmth all the way to the base, until my balls rested against her taint. "Oh-yeah." I gasped, squeezing her butt. It was the same ass that I had dreamed about since the picnic. The very same ass that she'd cover up in those long dresses at the library, and I was deep inside it. 

She purred and arched her back toward me, reaching an arm up around my neck and kissed me, "Fuck me!" she said. 

I had to place a foot next to her knee to get the right angle and then I began to move back and forth into her. 

"Yes!" She gasped, "Ooh Baby harder!" 

I began to pound into, finding a rhythm with the street noise and ghetto sounds from passing cars. "You like it?" I asked. 

"Uhh" she bit back at me again and then threw herself forward, resting her elbows on the couch's back, "That's it, fuck me baby! Fuck me! Oh fuck yeah!" she screamed. 

I obliged with everything I had, no longer able to speak for myself I could only grunt and pant as I pounded with everything I had into her. I slapped her ass, I pulled her ass, and I pressed down on her lower back, she loved it and I loved every part of it as well. 

I noticed that she had removed her thong to the side and was cupping her own genitals in her hand, her long nails scrapped my balls as I slapped them against her, "Oh you fuck me good, you fuck me-fuck me good!" she gasped. 

I grunted and came the moment she squeezed her anus around me. It had become so tight I could hardly breathe. "Your so good!" I stuttered. 

"I'm coming!" she squealed, "Don't stop!" 

Though I was already going limp, she was loose and I continued to hammer into her so long as she made sounds of coming. Then, finished, I collapsed on her back and pressed her into the couch. "I love you." I said. 

"Love me." she said. 

"I do." 

She finished playing with herself and covered up again with the thong and then pulled herself off of me. "I want to keep you in me always." she giggled. 

"I wish." Out of breath and having cum more than I ever had in my life, with her in the past few moments, I was complete. "I can die now." I fell into the couch next to her and we kissed again, "I can die."

"Well don't." She leaned over and smiled at me, "You fucked me good." 

"Can we do this again?"

"Anytime." she kissed me again and then tongued my sweaty chest as she went down on me one last time that night. She cleaned me off and brought me to yet another orgasm. Then we shared a few shots of scotch before climbing into bed together. 

It was around three in the morning when I woke up with the realization of what I had done. 

She was sleeping softly next to me. I say she but really she was a man. She had a penis, though it was considerably smaller than mine- it was still male. What the hell had I done? Who the hell was she? What did I even know about her? Did the other librarians know, is that why they were always so mean to her? Either way, she didn't deserve their cruelty... OK so that was pretty profound actually- if I cared enough about her to want to protect her from them, then what was I and what was this? 

All the thoughts swam around my head as I lay there next to her. Until she moved slightly and brought her head to my chest, sleeping like a baby snuggled in my arms. I was her protector, her comforter. The smell of her hair and skin filled my nostrils, as before the wild flowers and the fragrance of cinnamon. I would never get that scent out of my head, and I dint want to. 

She was all that I ever wanted, she was all that I would ever need, who cares if she wasn't a she? 

Well... that would be the problem. 

"What is it honey?" She asked me, sitting up on her elbow and rubbing her eyes. I liked the sound of her voice. "What is it you like about me?" 

She paused for a second. Outside another car drove by. Doors slammed and in the distance there was an argument. "Well if you remember, you fucked me good." She laughed playfully, "Really though- I have known you a long time." 

"Don't tell me you've liked me as long as I have you."

"Were you really watching me?"

"From the first time I saw you, I was hooked." I confessed. "You were that blue button down shirt and long skirt. Your hair was blond and in a tail."

"Like always." 

"Why do you let those old hags at the library treat you like dirt?" 

"I guess I am a kind of sadist." she laughed again. 

"You have a pretty laugh. It matches your beautiful smile." 

"Stop it I'll want a ring." 

"That would be funny." 

"Why?" she blinked at me in the dark and I felt suddenly the awkwardness of it all. 

"Uh because I um was never one to be committed." I recovered well. 

"Not even to me, you said you loved me and that I was the most beautiful girl in the world."

"No, I didn't, but yes I will be committed to you, if you will have me, and what I said was that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known and that you are the most wonderful girl." 

She laughed at me and sat up. "You know... You have cum in my belly and my bottom tonight."

I was taken back, "Well you came too."

"Yeah... it was good, but it was in my hand." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Nothing..." she shrugged, "When you are ready I will be waiting." Before I could respond she kissed me on the mouth and then my neck and worked her way down my chest to my groin again. 

"I've already come twice, I don't think I can..." 

My erection cut me off and she continued to suck me until I grew harder than before, "I don't know what I should do with this." she said as she took my balls in her mouth and fondled my length with her hands. 

"Ride me." I gasped. 

Nearly with delight she climbed onto me and slid down quickly. She didn't even pause to hold the thong to the side but let it rub against me as she engulfed my penis with her ass. "Oh that's it baby." she said rocking back and forth on me as I lay on my back. "Fuck me baby, fuck me!" 

I arched my back up and gyrated my hips in motion providing her with a rhythm which grinded her forward. She panted her hot breath into my face and leaning forward, bit my neck. 

I lifted her up by her legs so that she was bent over on top of me, facing me, but a few inches from the bed and then I began to pound up into her ass like a jack hammer. "Oh baby you feel good!" I gasped. 

"That's it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! ugh" she bit into my neck and chest again as I gave her what I could, all that I could from that angle. When I was getting too tired to continue I threw her on her back, where I had been and held her legs up over her head. She took hold of her own ankles with one hand and scratched my butt with the long nails of her other hand as she pulled me into her. "Keep it up! Yes Faster! Ooh that's it baby!" 

I pushed with my feet at the bottom of the bed and drove myself down into her. With my hands I braced myself over her and pushed down into her. In the dim light I could see my member moving into her, pushing on her insides. As I came in there was a bulge and as I came out there was a gap. Again and again I drove myself down into her, faster and faster until I was ready to explode. 

She'd already pulled her thong to the side and her little penis was flopping around back and forth, slapping her belly and thighs as I bounced her down into the bed beneath me. She cried out and came with a suddenness that shocked us both. Warm spray exploded onto my chest, and arched in the air, covering her with gooey spots from her thighs to her breasts. 

At that same time, I came too. It filled her up and backed out of her hole as I withdrew, panting. "Damn you are good!" 

"Me?" she shuddered, letting her legs fall to the bed, "you did everything pappy!" she pulled her thong over her flaccid member and sat up. She leaned in on me and licked her semen off of my chest. 

"Do you like it?" I asked. 

"Mmm" she said as she lapped it up, then brought her mouth up to mine and surprised me by spitting it inside me. It was an explosion of salty sweetness. And I could not refuse her tongue, but sent my own over to scoop out what might remain. 

"You are delicious."

"No." she said, "I am wonderful."



The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 03



The fact that I was late picking her up from the airport spoke volumes, never mind the expression I tried to contain. 

"What the hell are you happy about?" Sarah's voice seemed a little too playful for her disposition, but that was naturally sour. We'd been separated for the better part of a year now and she enjoyed frequenting Melbourne when she was horny or had a date that she wanted to show off to me. Every time I had to pick her up at the airport- not that I was afraid of her in any way, it just seemed like the right thing to do. She had taken liberty of the fact that I was never late, but always there waiting for her. Usually I had flowers or chocolates for her in some pathetic hope to win her back. But I had been growing cold to her- ever since I first saw Tomeric at the Library. She'd liberated me with only just her smile, and now I knew so much more of her- I felt free from Sarah, and the only reason I had come to the airport was to tell her not to come to Melbourne any more- that I didn't care anymore. 

She was a stewardess, it wasn't like she was buying the tickets. I imagine our marriage, all of seven years had been filled with affairs on her part, she'd been quite the liberal as it fairs with relations. 

She removed her shades and rolled her eyes at me, "Car trouble?"

"In fact, yes." I grinned and opened the door for her. "How was the flight and when will you be leaving?"

"Today if you'd like." She frowned and tucked her sunglasses up into her long blonde hair. She pointed at her bags, "Be careful with the red one it has wine, a gift." she added.

"Who is the lucky fellah?" I asked climbing into my side after placing her luggage behind me. 

"It could be you if you play your cards right." 

"I don't play cards." I said pulling away from the pickup spot, "Never have."

The drive home was lamb, I searched for an opportunity to tell her off but I found none, she was pleasant and agreeable. Obviously she was horny. She was a vicious beast of her emotions. Well sated she was a monster who cared nothing for anyone but herself, however if she was on the prowl and hungry for sex she was nearly a human being. But once she was given what she wanted she returned to her true self. 

Unlike Tomeric, who had been compassionate and sensitive both before and after we'd made love, even though I freaked on her- she took care of me. I thought about her as I pulled into our drive way. 

"What sort of car trouble?" Sarah asked as she opened the door and stepped out, "You should really get a different car- it is time to let this one go." 

"What brings you to town this time?" I asked, changing the subject and following her in with the bags.

"You haven't changed the locks?" Sarah asked as she opened the door for me and stepped to the side as I lumbered in with her stuff. 

"You haven't thrown away the keys."

I took her things to the bedroom and set them down. 

She entered and began to speak, usually this was the 'we've been away so long I think it is best if we stay in separate rooms for the night.' then she would pause adding that she could stay on the couch- knowing full well that I wouldn't let that happen. But this time she began with: "It has been so long. I have really missed you, babe." 

I knew something was up. If she wasn't going to kill me, by poison or strangling me while I slept, she was going to divorce me- this would be it, the end, finally. Of course it could also be that she was just horny- however, I would never know: "Well actually I am not living here at the moment, you have run of the place."

She blinked at me with a blank expression as if she'd never assumed I would be able to move on, as she had done so quickly. "What did you say."

"That's right, so you can sleep here or on the couch or wherever- just don't bring anyone home until I have my things out, OK?" 

"Where the hell did this come from?" her face turned beet red and her fists went to her hips. I always found her to be sexy when she was mad. She was a year older than I but every much as energetic and enthusiastic as a woman half her age. She had never been the prettiest girl in the class, but than again I was no where near the most handsome. But she was cute, especially when she was mad- so she spent most of her life being cute. 

I shrugged in response. 

She took a long sideways look at me and clicked her tongue, "If this is because of my affair with Roger let me tell you this, it's over OK? Are you happy?"

"Yes, I am. In truth he was no good for you. I considered him a drunk sod, but that is not important really, I've moved on."

"Well!" she barked an unfriendly laughter, horse and demeaning, "I've moved on! You are my husband, we are married." she waved her finger at me, it was the first time that it wasn't her middle one. 

"Yes at your convenience we were but I don't recall you putting that ring on when you were working." I waved off her response, "It doesn't matter, just let it be- it's over, if you want the house you can have it." I turned to leave. 

"Where are you going?" she followed me to the door. "I just came home, don't you wanna quickie?" 

Luckily the car started up on the first try and I was off, backing out of the driveway and watching her disappear in the mirror as I drove down Lake Washington to US 1. 

From there it was only ten minutes of traffic until I reached University which was one of the ways I had been taking to Tomeric's place. I tried to show up at dusk on the days she was off so not to draw too much attention from the local crowd. Showing up at night in their business hours would not be healthy for me. Coming too early in the day, when she worked two jobs would be rude. 

In the time that we'd been together I'd learned that she worked as an dancer at a strip club. Thanks to Florida law she didn't have to be nude for it to be considered a nude bar. Since they served alcohol, it was illegal for her to be nude. She told me that there was a lot of dancers like her in those states, because it was the best way to make money and be safe. She came up from the clubs in Miami and only settled in Melbourne to go to college, which she hadn't had much time to do- but her occupational class had landed her a part time position at the library which is where we'd come into each other's life. Though she still stripped it was only topless and she always wore a thong, "Believe me- no one can find out about this or I would be through as a dancer here." 

"In Miami too?" I'd asked her. And she said that was what happened, someone had tore off her thong on the stage, "It was a terrible nightmare- and I was fired." 

We'd made love in the course of the week another nine times, three on each of the days that we came together. It was after the last of the times, early in the morning on Wednesday, when she asked me about my life. 

"There isn't much to say Tomeric, not much ever happened to me- my life is a peach." I said as I stretched out on her bed, exhausted as I was. 

"You always say that!" she playfully scratched my sweaty chest. "I told you almost EVERYTHING about me, and I don't know anything about you."

"Not true- you know what books I like to read, that I am cheap, and that I am of average age and average weight... yada, yada, yada..."

She pouted and sat up, then got out of bed and walked into her closet. "You need to tell me about yourself if we are going to have a working relationship."

I had hoped that we could. 

She came out of the closet with a white pair of "hello kitty" panties and a tank top that said 'boys suck' then crawled into bed right on top of me. "Do you love me?" she asked.

"You know that I do." 

"Then tell me." 

I sighed and in one breath I spilled it: "I am married." 

She was silent, her face withdrew and her eyes glossed over. "Married."

"Well what did you think I was at my age?" I said defensively, "Gay?" 

"No..." she shook her head, tearing up. "I knew you weren't like that... but I had no Idea you were, married."

I sat up next to her in the bed and felt powerless as the tears rolled down her cheeks, "I am sorry Tomeric... I wish I wasn't but I am."

She wiped at her tears with the back of her hands and turned away from me. "Does she know about us?"

"No." I paused, "But she will- if you will let there be an us... will you?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

I stopped myself from arguing, nothing good would come from it. Though part of me wanted to say: "Hey you kept your share of secrets too my dear!" but I didn't I couldn't. I just wanted to hold her in my arms to prove to her that I loved her and that I would be true. "She left me over a year ago."

Tomeric was quiet, sniffling in the dark. 

I went on as a passing car's lights flashed through the room and crossed the wall over our heads. "She's a stewardess and has always been a swinger, the marriage was doomed when it started but only recently had we grown bitter to each other. Hey, Tomeric, are you there, do you find it in your heart to still love me?" 

"I am sorry she feels bitter- but she has to know about us." she said with resolve, repeating it again and adding, "I have done a lot of things wrong in my life. Most of what I am is against the norm- but I don't take vows to God lightly... and I am NOT a home wrecker. I cant be." 

"Alright." I said. "I will tell her... yes... It will be good to say it... it makes us real doesn't it?" I cautiously put my hand on her back and rubbed her shoulder. She turned into me and we hugged. 

As I left that morning she kissed me farewell and told me not to come back until I had told my wife, Ironically it was the very next day that Sarah had flown into town. When I came home that morning from Tomeric's place there must have been fourteen messages in my e-mail and three calls on the phone from her one from Phoenix, one from Charleston, and one from Atlanta. "I'll be in Melbourne around ten in the morning..." was all she said, behind her I heard the familiar noise that went with a call from the airport. 

So that was it, I told her... did I really tell her? Did she now know we were through? I hadn't actually said ANYTHING. I stopped the car and turned around. She had to know the who and why for- not for her sake but so when Tomeric asked me I could tell her with a strait face that I had done it.

"This is the deal." I announced as I entered the house. In the distance I heard the master bathroom shower running. "Typical." I said as I wrapped on the door and entered, "Hey Sarah?"

"Just in time... wanna join me?" she smiled as she poked her head from the shower. 

"No I want to tell you what has happened in my life, why I am no longer your puppet."

"Well I don't want to hear it, so either fuck me or leave- I don't care which I'll find someone else to do it and then I'll have them kick your ass too."

"Won't be the first time." But I considered now wether or not I should tell her much about Tomeric, seeing as she has done some pretty crazy and off the wall stuff before. "I just want you to know that I will be filing for a divorce, you can have the house if it pleases you and that's all." 

The water turned off. "That's all?" her voice was dry and heavy as she stepped out from the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, "That's not fucking all! You don't just burst into the bathroom and tell me you want to hand me this dump in exchange for your freedom because it's not going to happen like that. You don't think I know what has been going on with you... you're so FUCKING stupid! I know you have a thing for that blonde gook tramp at the library and let me tell your dumb ass something else- if you FUCKING touch her I will have her killed!" 

"What?"

"Oh yeah, I'll go and fuck me some crack dealers and have them rape that little bitch so don't start with me you FUCKING loser!"

"Why would you even think that..."

"Oh now you're man are you? Miss Woodrow told me EVERYTHING! How you and that little scamp have been running around like children. It's pathetic, you're a grown man what could that little tramp even want from you?"

"As always my dear you have the elegance of an ape." 

She slapped me. 

"Are we finished?" 

She was breathing heavy and staring into the mirror which was steamed up, partly from the shower but mostly from her. 

"I will see you around, you can expect papers from me before the end of the week."

"Don't forget what I said." 

I closed the door and tried to push her and her threats out of my head. What peeved me off was how that old hag at the library had to get involved. Could they hate Tomeric so much? 

Now Sarah was a tramp, and she was capable of doing many things, but I never thought she would do what she did: 

After she got dressed, she called a cab and took a ride down to the trailer park on US 1, south of University there many unsavory people could be found. The good people keep their doors locked and the windows open for the heat, and the dangerous don't have any doors because the police had broken them down. She was dressed in tight jeans and a red top and wore her hair under a base ball cap. She looked like an under cover cop, and that is what kept her from being mugged. 

As I said she was a year older than myself and not very pretty but she was a stewardess and she was blonde, and in the neighborhood she went to, she was the most beautiful woman there. "Hey who can I go to for a job?" she asked an older black man who sat on a make shift porch. 

He laughed, "Got's one right here miss for free." he pointed under his belly.

"Maybe." she smiled back, if you can help me.

He leaned forward with sudden interest, "What's da job lady?" 

She stepped up to the porch, "My husband is cheating on me- do you thing you might be able to gather a few men and fuck him up?" 

He smiled, "S-he white?"

She nodded. 

"When do I gets... uh... you know?" 

She turned the baseball cap around so that the bill was behind her and wouldn't get in the way. "How about I give you a blow job now, and then after I'll let you fuck me first and then each of the men who help us can have a piece too." 

He laughed, "Dis is a dream!" he hooted, "How bout money- some o dim may want money?"

"I don't have much but my husband always caries a lot of cash on him... hundreds." she added a shrug, "I can throw in maybe two hundred tops."

"Oh dat be real nice..." he hooted, "We gets a bunch a killas now!" 

"Want to go inside then?"

"No." he leaned back in the chair, "If-n' you interested in dis- you do it here den they know you for real." 

Sarah looked around. It was broad day light. Children ran around from house to house, people talked by the mail boxes and various groups of men gathered around cars that didn't run. "It is in the middle of the day."

"Day or night no never mind, you is still white I is still black." he laughed, "Dose you want it done?"

She swallowed her pride and sunk to her knees on the ramshackle porch. He unzipped his pants and the wafting scent of urine and sweat greeted her. But she held her composure and pushed her head into his lap. She had to get under his belly as he sat there to get at the meat at first, because he was limp but after getting him hard he stuck out a good amount and after a while the only taste in her mouth was that of her own spit as she slobbered up and down the length of his pole. 

She heard other men gather around and woman saying things like, "Look at that hooker!" "That white bitch got some nerve!" the men laughed and were complementing the old man as he sold her pitch to them. "She'll give all ya'll a piece o' ass!" he cajoled.

When at last he came it surprised her, catching the back of her throat, and her face as he popped out. It sprayed on her neck and her forehead and dripped down her nose. She gave the large shiny purple head a kiss and then stood up. "This is the address, where he will be." 

The old man sighed with relief as he zipped up his pants, "You are good for a white girl!" he laughed, "How bout that fellahs?" 

"Yeah!" they said as they came closer to his tailor, "Do we get a taste now too or what?" 

"After." she said, "After, then I will..."

"Yeah we won't see her again, how bout you give each of us a blow job first, den after we gets the ass." 

She shook her head but saw that the spectators had surrounded her, caging her in next to the porch. 

"He he." the old man chuckled, "Dis is a contract re-negotiation!" 

"But the deal."

"Oh we'll still get him- don't you worry about that..."

"Yeah bitch." the larger of the several men pulled down his pants, "Worry bout dis instead!"

"Oh my God!" Sarah stared at the flaccid penis which was well over eight inches in length, while it was limp. 

"Ha-yeah!" others added as they gathered closer and pulled down their flies.

Nervously she approached the large black man, who had pushed himself to the forefront of the growing crowd. 

"On yo knees bitch!" he laughed. 

Her quick decision to comply brought some laughter and hoots from the men who gathered around, but she pushed their jeering out of her head as she focused on the task at hand. There was no point wasting time being ginger about it, she'd already swallowed the old stinky man's cum, she just put herself to work by gripping the heavy balls with one hand and the large thick purple stem with the other. She tried to deep throat him, but kept pulling back because of her gag reflux. "C'mon bitch yo gotta do betta den dis!" he gripped Sarah's head and forced his penis all the way into her, not stopping until her face was pressed against his pelvis. 

"Damn boy!" his friends cheered. 

"Watch dis!" he said as he began to pump his dick in and out of her throat. "Take dat bitch!" he shouted. "All oh it!" when he finally came he shook violently "Uh oh damn bitch uh!" and pulled her face to his pelvis again, dumping his load strait into her throat. The others who had gathered began to force feed her their cocks as well. Meanwhile cars continued to drive by on US 1 some may have seen the crowd of black men and some didn't, but the police never stopped in that park, not unless they were called- and no one picked up a phone. 

She could here cars honking. and people shouting in the distance over the din of the noisy men, she thought that someone somewhere might have seen her and though at first she'd hoped they would stop to help her, such wasn't the case before long. She just wanted to get it over with, even though part of her was totally enjoying being the center of so many men's attention. 

On her knees, in the dirt, Sarah thought about all the other Black men she had been with before, in truth there weren't that many- maybe ten in her whole life. As a stewardess she was forever getting written up for being suspected of assisting passengers in the "Mile High Club." But there on her knees in the dirt of the trailer park off US 1, surrounded by more Black men than she'd ever seen at one time, besides on TV, she was craven, with abandon and in the end had finished off more than twenty dicks, some men, like the 2nd man even returned for another round. She'd sucked more dick than she had ever seen in her life and after an hour she'd satisfied them all. Her stomach was upset from the amount of seamen she'd swallowed. But the old man assured her that they would be there the next night, at the address she gave to take care of her white husband and his girlfriend.  

It rained that day, though it started late just after sunset- when I found myself pulling up to Tomeric's house. It was later than our usual rendezvous. Normally we'd get there just at sunset and I would stay until dawn. But it was rare that we'd get together on a Friday seeing as it was a high tip night at the strip club, where she worked on I-192. However, she'd called me on the phone and I came directly over from work. 




The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 03



When I got there she was waiting by the door. Two young Black kids ran up to me asking me if I wanted some "Rock" and she asked them to leave me alone. They left mumbling something about me being a cop and I opened her gate. "Hello love." I said with a smile, but I could tell she'd been crying. 

She stood in the door in one of her long white silk robes, which contrast her tanned skin beautifully. Her hair was down, having been washed and neither brushed nor combed. The only thing manicured on her was her nails, as always they were long and well maintained. "I paint them when I am nervous." she said. 

"What has happened?" I asked placing a hand on her small side and kissing her neck as I entered. 

"I was hoping you would tell me." she said closing and locking the door, then grabbing a box of tissue she plopped down on the couch. 

"Well." I removed my coat and took a place next to her. "I told her."

"You did?"

"I don't want you to be upset- but she didn't take it so well."

"She loves you still." she nodded. 

"No." I laughed a little, "God no, she just hates the thought that I might be happy."

"How can she not love you?"

"It is easy not to love someone if you don't."

She wiped her eyes and her nose, "I've been worried sick about you all day, about us. I was afraid that you might go back to her- she can give you things, things that I cannot."

"What are you talking about Tomeric?" I took her hands and put them on my chest, "You give me EVERYTHING. I love you with all of my heart- you know this to be true right?"

She nodded, "But I know there are certain things about me you would like to change... if you could."

"There is NOTHING about you I would want to change Tomeric, NOTHING." 

"Then why don't..." she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her hands around them hugging herself. 

"Let me in... what are you thinking?"

"I know you are not Gay, and I love that about you- that you are a man, but does that mean that I um..." 

Part of me saw where this was going. In our relationship to date she had given me blow jobs and I had screwed her in the ass but baring the one time that she kissed me with her own semen, I had never gone near her groin. "I see..."

"It's not that I don't love what you do... I mean." she sniffed, "You fuck me good... But I want us to make love, to completely share..." 

I could not take seeing her so sad. "This is a real problem for you isn't it." I said more than asked.

"It is. I have had boyfriends before and either they didn't know what I was, and I kept it secret or they knew and they were gay... but I want you to be like you are, a man." 

"It is a bridge we can cross together." I said finally. 

She looked at me with large anticipating eyes, "Do you mean it?"

I nodded. 

She smiled, "Really?"

"Yes." I said and I took her into my arms and kissed her. She kissed me back and for a while we just sat there, kissing. She was so tiny it was easy for me to lift her into my lap. So I did. We continued kissing until my courage was built up and so aroused to push her gently back on to the couch. I slid to the floor so that I was to her side and below her. She moaned in anticipation as I kissed her navel and licked her belly button ring, then slid her silk panties off one leg at a time. She cooed as I messaged her thighs and sucked on the skin around her groin, slowly growing closer to it. I tried to remember the things that she had done to me and that had made me crazy. 

She giggled as I licked around her little balls and played with her quickly hardening penis. Even at full length it would easily fit into my mouth. I watched her pinch her nipples as I began to suck on what she called her "clitty" and lick her balls. I could fit her whole groin, penis and balls, in my mouth and still be able to lick her anus, something I found out she enjoyed much. 

Trying not to go too fast, but keeping a steady pace with the sucking, licking, nibbling and groping I found that she moaned the most when I fucked her ass with my wet fingers while I sucked her dick and balls. Doing that in a rhythm took her to orgasm quickly and she climaxed, filling my mouth with her sweet juice. I waited until her member stopped pulsing in my mouth and began to go limp. Then I brought the treasure to her mouth and we shared a deep passionate kiss. Her juice ran down my chin and neck, where she lapped it up eagerly with her tongue- likewise I did that for her as it overflowed her little mouth too. 

Then she rolled over and I, being already hard from the ordeal slid easily into her well lubricated ass. She pulled at me, begging me to fuck her harder and harder until at last I came deep inside her cavity, she trembled with each spurt. We collapsed in each others arms, spent. 

Then there came the knock on the door. 



The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 04



"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked as who ever it was knocked on her door again. Louder this time, more persistent. 

"No and none of my co-workers know where I live." Tomeric said as she pushed off me gently and slid her panties on. "Don't open the door yet." she cautioned as she left the room. 

I pulled my pants on and went to the door to look out the peep hole. The knocking continued and I heard voices. The hole was covered and I didn't want to look out the window, in case she didn't want to talk to who ever it was. They tried the door, but it was locked- then I heard one of them move along the side of her house to the window, but it was locked and barred as well. "A good thing." I said to her as she returned, with the phone and a can of mace in hand. She'd put on some jeans, the same ones from the picnic, tight fitting, with the cargo pockets. "You are so fine." 

"Thank you." she smiled but was nervous, and upset that the police had put her on hold once she gave them her address. "Fucking racist bastards." she said to the phone. 

"They cant be racist if they don't know what race you are Tomeric." 

"OK- zip code exclusionists!" 

"That's my girl!" 

Outside the men had fanned out and were trying each of the windows and the back door. All of which were locked and secure. "Thank God for paranoia!" she said as she too tried to peek out the peep hole. "Fuckers!" 

"Do you know them?" I asked. 

"I cannot even see them!" she said backing away from the door. "Hello?" she said to the phone, before tossing it to the couch. 

"Hey bitch!" a Black man shouted outside. "We don't want to hurt you- so why not put that white mutha fucka out here so we can talk to him- aint no one gonna get hurt." 

"Friends of yours?" she asked, raising a brow. 

"More likely than not, they are new friends of my soon to be ex-wife." I went to the door.

"You're NOT going out there!"

"What else can I do? They have us surrounded!"

"Live... for starters." she said crossing her arms. "The police will be here eventually." 

"That's reassuring- really." I laughed sarcastically then called out, "Stand away from the door and I will come out!" 

"Stand away from deez nuts mutha fucka get yo white ass out here befo' we burn dis mutha fuckin' house down!" 

"Step back and I'll come out." I insisted, "Or I'll call the police."

"We ain't scared no po-po- sides we dun cut yo mutha fuckin phone line any way!" there was laughter, "Dumb ass mutha fucka!"

"Cell phone..." I replied, resisting to add, "Double dumb ass."

"OK... OK... wee'z back now, c'mon out bitch." 

"Don't go, they'll kill you!" Tomeric grabbed my arm. 

"Keep this door locked." I said as I peeked out and saw the man who had been speaking. He was a large Black man in overalls and there were others with him. He stood about four feet from the door while others mulled around the fence and a few more sat on my car. 

"Don't." she said, pleading. 

"What you think I cant handle myself."

"Can you?"

"No- your right." I opened the door and stepped out quickly, hoping to be able to close the door behind me and give her time to lock it but that didn't happen. There were two men crouched to the left of me as I came out and they jumped me, seized the door way and pushed Tomeric back on to the floor. I was held in a choke hold by one of them and the large man in the overalls punched me in the nose as he passed me. "I'm funna kill dat mutha fucka myself!" he said. It was the last thing I heard before blacking out. 

I am not sure how much time passed, but I know that while I was down and out, they beat me up pretty good. When I came to, on the floor of her living room my ribs were killing me and my mouth was filled with blood. My side hurt and I had difficulty breathing. Music blared from her stereo and her house had been trashed. Obviously the police had never come. I struggled to my feet, surprised that I could move and staggered into the kitchen. There I retrieved a large knife, one of those Ginsu chef knives, and, with my vision blurred by the blood that ran from my forehead, made my way to the bedroom where I heard muffled cries over the pounding bass and opera voice from the booming sound system. 

In the bedroom I found Tomeric face down on the bed and being held there by two Black men, one on each arm as a third forced his dick into her mouth and a fourth pounded himself into her ass. They'd obviously not discovered that she was not a typical girl for they were bragging about how they were going to tear her pussy up next, after they filled her ass with their cum. 

They were so enthralled that they didn't even notice me as I entered the room. I wiped the blood from my eyes and tapped the man who was fucking her on his back. "My turn bitch." 

The other's noticed me then and stood lack jawed as the other man continued to fuck her, "Hold on bitch I ain't done yet!" he said, not skipping a thrust as he continued to punish her ass, grunting and cussing as he did so.

"Yes you are." I stabbed him up the side, and thrust down and away from his spine, so not to get the blade stuck. He toppled to the floor and the others jumped back quick. "Hey you crazy psycho bitch!" 

"That's me." I grinned, a tooth had to be knocked out for blood poured out of my mouth as I smiled at them. 

"Fuck this!" they said letting her go and running for the door. 

Unfortunately, I blocked it and was just enough out of it to stand my ground- not thinking strait, I slashed at them as they ran passed me; catching one on the side and the other the leg. "Where are your friends? I thought this was a party?" I said to the one who fell down in the hall. 

The man who I gashed in the side continued on staggering into the yard before he fell, but the one with the leg yelped as I stepped on his hand. "I am speaking to you aren't I?" I asked him, really asked him because I wasn't sure if I was or not. 

"We didn't mean no harm man!" he cried. 

"That's funny." I said as I kicked him. "Really though... are you're friends coming back?"

"No man we just had to fuck you up some dats all." 

"Than I don't need you." I stabbed him in the neck and stood up, looking down at the mess. It was like a dream. I looked at my hands, they blurred and trailed. I was seeing double. "This is fucked up." I said. 

Tomeric got up and pulled her pants back up and her shirt down, they had hiked it up to bite her nipples, "Are you OK?" she asked me, concern on her face. I could see and sense her love and worry even though I could not see her so well, in fact I saw two of her. "You both are so beautiful." I said. 

Finally the police arrived and I was put in an ambulance, and she rode with me to the hospital telling the police that we were engaged to be married. "Is it true?" I asked her as she held my hand. 

"What is that?" she asked, looking down at me as the ambulance bounced along the potholed road to University where it was only 5 minutes from Holmes Medical Center. The siren sounded and we sped along. 

"Is it true that you would marry me?"

"How could I not?" she was crying, "You are my hero... my love... my life." 

At the hospital she agreed to the rape kit which drew some awkward glances later on from the staff whenever we were together, but it didn't bother us. She sold her home and I sold mine- I didn't have to pay Sarah alimonies since she was in prison for conspiracy to commit murder. And that left Tomeric and I free to plan our wedding. 

She wore a long white gown, opened at the back all the way to the crack of her ass. her head dress was as long as her tail and she carried a beucey of white roses. I wore the typical white tuxedo and her friends from Miami as well as her co-workers from the strip club and the Library attended the service. My friends were there, not for me so much as for the chance to meet the strippers and afterward we went to the beach side where I had reserved a suite for the next few days. Their was a water bed and a hot tub and I carried her into the room and all the way over to the bed where I tossed her on to it- she was so small she hardly made a wave. 

"Oh the ring is so pretty!" she said, still admiring it. "It is on fire!"

"It's a sapphire- like you, my bright and brilliant stone of fire." I said as I loosed my tux and climbed on top of her, giving her a long kiss. "You're so beautiful baby."

"You too pappy." she smiled, still looking at her ring; a sapphire set in the middle of a heart shaped diamond band. 

I slid one shoulder of her dress off and kissed her neck, she moaned softly and I continued down to her breast, then her other one. She tensed for a moment but relaxed again. It was the first time since the rape that we had been romantic with each other. "I love you baby."

"I love you more." she said, stretching out before me and adjusting herself under me as the water moved beneath us both. 

I sucked on her nipples and lapped at her skin under neath and then turned her around so that our feet were facing each other's heads, and as I pulled back her long white dress to reveal her silk white panties, she unzipped my pants. My penis quickly grew erect for her and she was equally fast to suck it. 

For my, I took my time, "Like admiring a beautiful flower" I told her. I pulled her panties off and guided her small penis into my mouth. I rolled it around on my tongue, playing with her balls gently until she became hard, then I began to suck her off and poke my finger into her ass as I did so. She squealed with delight as I finger fucked her and sucked her and licked her balls. "Oh pappy! Oh Pappy!" she cried, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" and she came, squirt after squirt into my mouth, but again I did not swallow it. I brought it up to her and we shared it. Our tongues splashed in each others mouths as the semen mixed with saliva. "Oh you do me good pappy!" she said. 

"I will... always." we kissed some more and then I rolled her over on to her stomach. She arched her butt up to me and I eased myself into her. "Oh you feel so good baby."

"Uh..." she sighed, "Fill me pappy!" she pushed her butt back into me and we set off in a rhythm that started the bed rolling with waves. The slapping sound of my balls and her balls coming together filled the room as we continued to screw on the bed until at last I was ready to cum, but this time I didn't cum inside of her, for fun I pulled out and sprayed my sticky sauce all over her cheeks. 

"Oh!" Tomeric was surprised, "Yeah pappy now bring it to me! lick my ass!" she cooed. 

I did just as she asked, licking up every drop and bringing it to her mouth, we kissed for a while until she decided to get me hard again. Then we began to have sex with me on my back and her riding me, still half in her white wedding dress. She squat on my dick and rode me like a horse, again setting the bed into the motion of our screwing. "Oh you're fantastic!" she cried. 

"You are the best!" I answered as I came up inside her and she collapsed on to my chest. We held each other and allowed the bed to rock us to sleep. 

Above, at the roof, there was a mirror and we saw in the reflection above, ourselves below and even from that distance, her ring seemed to glow. "Do you love me?" she asked. 

"Yes, yes I do- but how could I not, you're the most wonderful girl."    



The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 05



Tomeric awoke with a start. She'd been sprawled out between sheet and blanket, on the wrong side of the bed, and her head was pounding. Stretching, she sat up and noticing the discomfort in her lower region, got out of bed to find a condom hanging from her. Stepping over another condom, and wrapper, she made her way to the bathroom. 

What a night! She was unhappy, and tried to wash the tiredness from her face. Bits and pieces were coming together and they painted a picture she wasn't comfortable with. Three men had come home with her from the club. Normally she wouldn't risk such a thing but obviously she'd been drunk with depression, which made her stupid enough to drink with strangers. 

The bite marks on her body told her how wild the evening had gotten, not that she needed more evidence than the condoms; one had been inside her, one was stuck to her thigh and yet another was surrounded in a crusty goo on her lower back, then there was the two or three on the floor. Yes, it was a wild night. 

She turned on the hot shower and stripped off what remained of her clothes: a pair of tiger striped thongs and a tight fitting t-shirt. Steam filled up the small bathroom and she could no longer se herself in the mirror, "Good." she said and stepped into the hot blast of water. Possibly the seventh condom fell from somewhere and splattered to the floor of the tub-shower. She scooped it up and opening the shower curtain, tossed it into the small garbage can by her toilet. The steamy water felt great and she lost herself to it for a while before snatching up a razor and getting to the business of the day. 

It was a Monday, she thought, and she had to be ready for work at the library. Lathering up, she shaved her groin and her legs. She checked her face and her arms, noting that in another day or so a good waxing would be due.

What a wasted weekend. She thought. It would be the first time that she had to work at the library since she'd broken up with him... how was that going to be? Their whirlwind romance had ended as quickly as it came into being- "The most wonderful girl!" she said in despair. The only thing that remained of him was the wedding band, and his broken promise. 

It was when she was brushing her teeth for a second time that she realized that it was Sunday and she wouldn't have to go to the Library today. In fact, there was still time to go to church.

Maybe that was what she needed. 

Now, with a spring in her step, for the weekend was not yet over, she left the bathroom and gathered up what clothes she could wear to mass. She looked for something definitely sexy, but not slutty, and settled on a long black dress with a high collar and a low back, over which she would wear a silk shawl. She dried her blondish hair with it's dark Asian roots and decided on a pair of black thongs that hid her small man-clit well. She powdered, perfumed, and dressed. She never wore much make up and decided only for a tan lipstick and a little eyeliner, then more perfume. She checked her breath, than popped a mint and was off- stopped dead in her tracks by what she saw in the living-room. 

Her place had been ransacked. The stereo, her CD's, EVERYTHING. She wanted to cry. "Those Motherfuckers!" she shook with a rage as she entered the kitchen, only to find that the microwave was gone too, and they each had serial before they left, leaving her refrigerator door opened to boot. 

She tried to remember what they looked like, but nothing really came to her. How did she even survive that night? 

She decided not to call the police as that would just be embarrassing to no end, locked the door and went to church. She cried all the way there for being so stupid. The fact that she showered without checking the house first! What was she suicidal? What a terrible thing to do, how many of them were there? Who picks up strangers from the club and then lets them just have at their home? 

Tomeric pulled in to St. Marks, and easily found a parking spot. The Catholic church had been on a down ever since the new super Calvary church came to town, it was charismatic with rock music and a Pastor who was easy to relate to, but there was something fundamental that Tomeric needed now, she didn't need music and noise and shouting, she wanted to remember what it was as a child, in her mother's church. 

She pulled the wrinkles from her dress and stepped out of her Datsun, chirped the alarm and entered the church, quietly not to disturb the service already in full swing. 

It was easy to find an empty pew, especially near the back. She crossed herself and slid in. 

Before long the priest rose and the tranquil music and half hearted singers ceased, "Sinners..." the priest began his homely, and instantly Tomeric remembered why it was she'd stopped coming. He prattled on for at least another thirty minutes, after berating the small crowd for it's faults and lecturing them to length on the many don'ts. Then the music started in discord and played to the communion portion of the service. There she found comfort, having memorized his words from youth, and she recited out loud the appropriate responses as quietly she said his part too. When it was time for communion she crossed herself and left her pew to join the dozen others there for the "bread" and wine. She noticed that the priest's eyes were on her. and she smiled at him. 

After service at the door, in greeting he clasped her hand with both of his and said, "Child you have not come here before."

"Not for a long time no."

"Would you like to make a confession?" he raised his brow not letting go of her hand, and smiled as she nodded.

The confessionals were to the side of the church promenade. They were between the candles to Mother Mary and the candles to the Saints, just before the glass windows depicting Paul, who was toting a hefty sword, and St Francis who held a dove, a rabbit and a fox.  

She slid the door shut and crossed herself, "Bless me Father for I have sinned, Having not confessed my sins since my Conformation."

"Well..." 

She wasn't sure if he was going to say more at that time or not, so she began: "I am a dancer... a stripper... and I am recently divorced, but I still wear my wedding band... and I... I ... woke up this morning having had um... sex with multiple partners." 

"Well... you're a young girl, the important thing is really that you know this is wrong... did you... sin further by using protection?"

"Thank God, but I don't know how- I was drunk and then they ransacked my house, and stole EVERYTHING." she was weeping. 

"Easy....now child... you look familiar to me though, don't you also work at the library?"

She sniffed out her tears and nodded, "Yes father. I work there on the week days." 

"So objectively you know what is right and what is wrong... you just don't have the restraint." 

She nodded again.

"I could use your help around here, you are an attractive daughter of our Lord, you could help with the youth ministries. Why don't you stay here and help us out and in the same way you will be helping yourself?"

Tomeric didn't know what to say. "I wouldn't know what to do? What can I do?"

"Oh I think you could find something to put your hands on." he said smoothly. 

Tomeric felt slightly uncomfortable and tried to change the subject, "Can you absolve me for my sins, will you?"

"I can- if you are sincere." he huffed, "But I don't think you are." 

"I am father, I am."

"Then show me." he opened his door and came around to hers, opening it as well. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Nothing that hasn't been done to you before, I am sure." he grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her from the booth. 

Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity, and part of her wanted to cry, but in the end she decided to go along with it- he was right, it was NOTHING she hadn't done before. She didn't cry out or protest as he pushed her back on to the cold floor beneath the burning candles to Mary. He pulled her dress down and ravished her small breasts with his eager mouth. Biting at her nipples. "You're a naughty slut!" he admonished her, "A filthy whore!" 

She held his head at her breasts with her hands as she laid on her back and looked up at the statue of the Mother, giggling from the priests rants, how much worse than her, was he? "That's right daddy!" she cooed as she hiked up her long black dress and held him in place with her legs as they grinded together on the floor. 

"Oh- a wanton harlot you are!" the priest went on, spitting as he spoke. 

Tomeric bit him on the neck and then slid down, beneath him, and pulled his robes up. His dick, already ridged and dripping with pre-cum she found trapped between his boxers and his belly. She put her mouth on it and cleaned off the slimy head. Then holding on to his hips, drove her head up and down, pulling the seven inch cock into her mouth and throat. Back and forth, making sucking sounds that echoed through the hall. 

"Oh you're a nasty slut!" he repeated, "Yes! Yes! Yes you are!" 

She continued to suck on him until he began to grunt, than she stopped and rolled him over, onto his back. 

"That's it girl, take control- you know daddy likes it." he said as he flopped over with ease. 

"Does he?" she asked, her mouth wet from him. Tomeric hiked her skirt up and licked her fingers, poking her hole and sliding down on his erection as she pulled her thongs to the side. "Oh daddy feels good!" she said.   

Her ass swallowed him to his balls and then she began to rock back and forth, grinding and bouncing on him. 

"Oh you're a whore!" he grunted, "Daddy's little whore!" his hands went to her tight little sides and he stroked her form as he pounded up into her, giving her everything he had until at last, like the flood, he burst up, deep inside her. 

"Oh yes daddy!" she squealed as she hunched over to embrace him and kiss his neck. His juices came out hr back side and she dismounted to lick him clean, "You fuck me good daddy!" she said. 

"Oh I have more in me little girl... more!" he was breathing heavy. 

"You know what?" she asked him as she cleaned the last of his cum from his balls, "So do I." 

She rolled him over to his belly and pulled his ass cheeks apart before he could ask where and what for, her tongue was deep between his crack and he loved it, "Oh yes!" he crooned, "That's what I've wanted!" he barked, "Yes! You filthy whore!"

As Tomeric licked and sucked his ass, holding his cheeks apart with one hand, she began to rub her man-clit, at first inside her black thong, and then out, she stroked it's little length until it became an erection of about five inches. "Is daddy naughty too?" she asked. 

"Yes daddy has been bad." he replied. 

She fingered his but hole for a reaction and continued to bite and suck around his anus until she was sure he was ready, then without hesitation she rose to her knees and drove her clit into him. "How does daddy feel now?" she asked. 

"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Daddy's hurting!" 

Relentlessly, she thrust into him and eventually, he bucked back, though not much was said between them until she finished humping him. She came, for the first time like that since she could remember. 

IT wasn't a totally uncomfortable feeling for her, but it was odd and exciting too. 

The priest didn't seem to be sure what to do next, so Tomeric guided his mouth to her man-clit, "Clean me off you son of a bitch!" she said. 

He complied, by licking her little balls first and then finally engulfing her whole penis. Then she tucked it back away under the thong and let her dress fall down again. 

"You've done well." she said with a smile, "Do you want another blow job?" her smile widened, "In gratitude?"

The priest gasped for air as he let his robes fall back into place again and he stood as well, "Oh darling... I'll take whatever you've got!"   



The Most Wonderful Girl



I pulled her over me and rolled her onto her back, "My turn now."

She giggled as I bit on her neck and licked her nipples. First the right one and then the left I gave equal attention to them both, then I began to lick my way down her soft cinnamon flavored skin towards her thong. 

She stopped me just short of the prize and rolled me over onto my back again. 

"You're strong!" I said with a gasp. 

"I work out."

The music swelled as she slid down me again, going right to the task at hand. She sucked and jerked my penis right to the point where it was before and then slowed to a halt, leaving me deep inside her this time. I could feel her breath and through my member I nearly felt her heart beating from her neck. She swallowed her saliva and I felt her throat close around my head tightly. 

My body arched in anticipation as we lay still. 

The song ended and in between that one and the other one starting, she set herself to work again going up and down my manhood. At first slow and then sloppy and fast, I heard the sucking and gasping sounds as she took me in the full length and then let me pop out of her mouth. She licked my balls and bit at the stem, she licked behind my balls as she jerked me with one hand. when I was ready to cum I told her so and she quickly put me back into her mouth and there I was finished, pumping load after load of my hot sauce directly into her throat. She took me to the base again and hummed as I filled her up. It took her several swallows but when I was finally done, and the twitching over. She slipped me out of her mouth and sighed. 

My whole body tingled. "I have goose bumps!" I laughed, "Look!" 

She slid up to my side and wiped her face on the sleeve of her robe, "Did you like it?"

"Oh babe- you're the best!" 

"Would you do the same for me?" 

"I don't know if I could EVER make anyone feel as you've made me." I said honestly, "But for you I would try anything and if you give me the chance you bet I would!" I was blabbering at this point, out of breath and just happy to be me. 

She kissed my neck and my face and I recoiled a little from her mouth as she came across to lock lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing..." I said, fighting my nerves I took her mouth with mine, surprised and relieved that there was no disgusting taste there, she'd swallowed me clean.

She ran her hands through my hair and pressed me down on her, grazing my cheeks with her long nails as she did so. I tried not to think about how many other men had gone down on her. And tried not to think about what other things she might have done. The simple fact was that she was a sexy knock out and here I was in bed with her. She'd already satisfied me and now it was my turn. I kissed her breasts again and then lapped my tongue around her belly which was tight like a washboard, and at her hips I found a small red tattoo "A heart?" I asked. 

"A Chile." she cooed as she ran her hands through my hair and tugged at me as she wrapped her legs around my body, arching her small body up so that her leopard thongs came to greet my mouth. I pulled them to the side but something was wrong. Something didn't fit right into the picture. When realization came, it came like a brick and I jumped off the bed, missed my footing, struck my head on her popcorn painted sealing and fell to the floor in a crash. 

I rolled around on the floor trying to get my footing and pushed her off as she came to me, "You're a... a.... me... that's what you are!" 

"I can explain." she said panicky as she pulled her robe on and followed me out of the bedroom, but I pushed her back again. My dream had crashed. The flight had ended- everyone was laughing at me. I was laughing at me. "No wonder she liked you." I told myself, "she could sense you were a freak!" 

I stumbled backward into the living room where I fell back on to the couch. Outside sirens sounded and another headlight's reflection passed into the room. What could I do? Where could I go? I was breathless both from the sex, the hunger for her still, the yearning and the fear, I was as much a prisoner as a willing captive. Confused, I sunk my head into my hands and sat. The last song faded and the music died. 

It seemed like forever.

"I am sorry." She said. 

Her voice cut through the night and dividing me in two. The part of me that wanted her still and the part of me that wanted to go. Which would be stronger?" 

She sat next to me and offered me a drink in a heavy glass, "I call it the twist." 

"the drink or what just happened?" I asked taking the glass. 

She frowned and bit her bottom lip. "I know it is unfair to you, but understand it is also unfair to me." 

I nodded at her words but only listened to the tone of her voice, like sweet honey. I downed the drink hoping there was a roofy in it so that I might forget about all this and return to the way it was before when I longed for her, not knowing who or what she was- just dreaming. 

But then there was the sex. 

She was good. 

It was the most fantastic moment of my life. How in her mouth she took me and drained me so effectively and thoroughly, she took me for what I was and who I was- why couldn't I do the same? Could I?

"I have caused you confusion, and pain..." She began. 

"Don't." I said, and no more. 

"But..."

"Please." I looked at the empty glass, "This was good."

She laughed, like a bark, "That is all you are going to say? I make good drinks."

"No." I turned to her and put a hand on her hip. I could feel the firm body under the silk and her scent filled my nostrils, "Everything is good." 

She raised a brow at me. 

"Everything?"

I nodded, "It took a moment to register, but I am thinking again now."

"And what are you thinking?"

"That I have never been with such a beautiful woman, such a sexy creature, and no one has ever pleased me like you have." I put the drink down and slid her on to my lap- it wasn't hard because she was so very petit. 

She turned around and faced me, looking down at me with her large eyes. "I hope you aren't playing with me, I've been alone for so long."

I looked at her breasts, her smooth neck, her heart shaped face and her large green eyes, "How can I resist you- I just hope that I can please you as you have pleased me." 

At that she smiled and kissed me. She began to squirm on my lap as we kissed heavy and I felt her ass how firm small tight and round it was, I remembered that day at the picnic how much I had thought about it since, and there it was on my lap, grinding me to another erection. In between kisses we spoke, "you're so beautiful!" I said. 

"Love me." she said. 

"I will, I do, I have..." I blurted, "Your the most wonderful girl!"