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Julie's water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Luke's day went more or less downhill from there. Despite April's journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julie's cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the baby's heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he could for the birth of his second c***d. At loose ends and in need of the assurance of something familiar, he fished in his pocket for a quarter and lifted the receiver off the pay phone on the wall just inside the waiting room. He dialed his home number and listened impatiently to the clicks as the connection was made.

She answered on the third ring. "Hello, Bosco residence," his mother-in-law purred like a contented panther preening on a limb. Her dark hair and gracefully fluid movements had inspired him to make similar comparisons in the past. Once, she enjoyed a brief flirtation with fame as a West Coast torch singer par excellence with an alluring routine that featured red evening gowns and an ebony grand piano, but that was before Earl and Julie came along. She devoted a couple of years to motherhood, and, when she attempted a comeback, she found that her star had faded and her fans had drifted elsewhere. She still looked great in those evening gowns, and, if anything, the years had mellowed her voice like a great wine in the cask, but she knew that the brass ring had passed her by. She kept few relics to remind her of those sparkling days, but on her mantle there was a fading photograph of a piano and a buxom girl in a long red dress sandwiched between Frankie and Deano, and if anyone asked her about it, she would just chuckle real deep and say in that warm throaty voice of hers, "If I ever get to do it my way, I'll let ya know."

"Jackie, it's Luke. They just took Julie to the OR."

"Calm down, Luke; you're huffing and puffing like you're the one with your feet in the stirrups."

"It's surgery, Jackie," he barked, stating the obvious.

"Oh, is it really?" she answered a little less warmly. "And here I've spent the last twenty years thinking it was a stork that brought Julie."

"Oh hell, I forgot; you had it too, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, Luke, and there's nothing to it. She'll wake up with her tummy a little sore, but the baby will be beautiful; none of those awful red marks on her head like she was pulled out with barbecue tongs."

"But, I wanted to be there in the room with her."

"That's really sweet, Luke, but, believe me, after twelve hours in labor she won't care if you're there or not."

"I still don't think much of caesarians."

"Oh, come on," Jackie laughed. "You're just pouting cause they won't be doing an episiotomy."

"What's that?"

"Never mind; I'll explain it when you get home."

"You'll still be there? It's gonna be late; probably ten or after. You know I've got to stay till she gets out of recovery and back to her room."

"Stay as long as you need. I'll be here. April does better in her own bed, so I decided to stay over here with her."

"You're a jewel, Jackie; I don't know what we would do without you."

"That's what mothers-in-law do, baby; help you get over the rough places." She was purring again, huskily, and for an instant Luke fantasized that she sounded, well, seductive. It was not an unfamiliar fantasy for she had come often to his dreams during his obstetrically imposed celibacy, and he found her enticing but far beyond his reach.

"You've been great," he croaked, and he worried that the catch in his throat might have unmasked his thoughts.

"Go take care of my baby," she chuckled, "and give her a big kiss for me."

"Right. See ya later."

"Bye, Luke."

Valentine Constance Bosco entered this world, out of her father's sight and presence, at precisely 5:39 p.m. on Valentine's Day. Both mother and daughter came through the procedure without complication, but some quirky blood pressure readings kept Julie in recovery longer than expected. It was a little past nine when they rolled her back to her room where Luke was waiting.

"You the father?" one of the starchy, white-clad authority figures snapped at him as she and an identical twin maneuvered Julie's bed through the doorway.

"Yes, ma'am," he yelped, leaping to his feet.

"Go home. Get some sleep. Come back tomorrow."

"But, my wife," he protested.

"Her?" the nurse laughed, pointing a finger at the lumpy form lying motionless under a pink hospital blanket. "We gave her a sedative that'll keep her under till morning. There's nothing you can do here tonight."

"Where's the baby?" he asked, peering over the bed-rails as though he expected to find the newborn on the pillow beside her mother.

"In the nursery, where she's supposed to be. We don't bring the Caesarians out till the day after surgery. If you want to see her, you'll have to come around to the nursery window."

"The d****s are closed; it's past visiting hours."

"I'll open 'em for you, so you can take a peek at her. She's a pretty one, that Miss Valentine, with her little head all round and pink like it's supposed to be. You'll be proud of her."

That prophesy proved to be right on the money, and, after getting his peek and a quick one at that, Luke drove home through empty streets, bedazzled by his new daughter and awed by the challenges he knew would come.

Luke let himself into his darkened house and found Jackie in the living room with April on her shoulder.

"You look tired," Jackie said, greeting him with a slightly concerned frown. April blinked and bubbled, "Da," as Jackie shifted the baby to her other shoulder.

"It's been quite a day."

"Mother and daughter still doing okay, I hope."

"Doing just fine; Julie's knocked out, but Valentine was wide awake and just gorgeous. She's almost as pretty as her grandmother."

"Better watch that, buster," Jackie laughed, playfully poking his chest with a finger. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Luke grinned self-consciously, and asking, "Where's Earl?" He glanced around the room for signs of his father-in-law.

"Home. Most likely passed out in his recliner in front of the TV as usual."

"He didn't come with you?"

"Oh, he came, but you ran out of beer, so he went back home."

April began to squirm, attempting to crawl her way over Jackie's shoulder, and her churning little knees jostled her grandmother's full breasts.

"Oh, oh," Jackie snickered, catching the baby under the arms. "This little one's getting tired, and she's working me over pretty good."

"I'll take her, if you want," Luke offered, reaching to take his daughter.

"Not a chance, daddy-o, I'm having fun. You can come help me change her diaper though and get her ready for bed."

"Sure," he said, and he followed her up the stairs to the baby's room.

Not many guys are lucky enough to have a mother-in-law like Jackie, he thought, congratulating himself as her denim clad buttocks rolled sensuously in front of him on the way up the stairs. Her hips undulated provocatively as she climbed, and he found himself wondering how many grandmothers there were in the world who still looked thirty and who could make your mouth water by wearing a pair of skintight jeans.

Luke gulped, and his eyes shifted to Jackie's finger, then back to her eyes. His gut tightened as her meaning settled upon him. He struggled to fashion a clever response, but then, like the drawing of a d****, a forlorn look swept across his face, and he muttered, "I guess that gene skipped a generation."

Jackie shot him a look that was at once a curious mixture of surprise and uncanny knowledge, and her gaze lingered on him while he shuffled his feet uncomfortably. She lowered April onto the clean diaper, drew it up between the baby's legs and fastened it at the hips, and then she turned to him and, brushing a stray curl from her forehead, said, "That's too bad for Julie."

"Too bad for me, you mean," he mumbled, turning away, unable to return her look.

"Poor baby," she purred soothingly. "You look like you could use a bath and a drink. You go shower, while I give April here a bottle and put her down for the night, and then I'll fix you a drink in the den. How does that sound, big boy?"

"Like an offer I can't refuse, ma'am."

"Good boy," she breathed softly laying her hand on his arm and taking a step closer to him with April cradled in her arms. "Never turn down an offer from your mother-in-law."

"No ma'am, I won't." The touch of her fingers held his mind and seared his skin like a branding iron.

"I know you won't. Now scoot. I have things to do before you get that drink."

Luke turned and raced down the hall to his bedroom, propelled by a sense of urgency he could neither explain nor resist. He showered in five minutes and dried himself in less, pausing only to lay his fingers on his arm where Jackie had touched him in an effort to recall that moment and the wild sensations he had felt. He was about to leave the bath when he ran his palm across his cheek and felt a two-day growth of beard. He shaved with quick, hurried strokes, and then brushed his teeth. He raked his fingers through his hair, then reached for his aftershave. Two sprays for his face, two for his chest, and then, on a prescient whim, he pumped the atomizer twice and misted his groin. He threw on his robe and tying the belt as he went, dashed downstairs toward the den.

Jackie had arrived ahead of him, and she was waiting on a stool at the bar. The den was dark except for the soft light of a few candles that flickered here and there, casting weird, dancing shadows on the windowless, basement walls. In the corner opposite the bar, his stereo lights glowed, and he could hear the low beat of his favorite Marc Anthony CD. He blinked, acclimating his eyes to the darkness, and, when he opened them and focused, Jackie began materializing in the gloom.

Holy cow, he shrieked to himself as his vision adjusted and his heart bounced into his throat. She had slipped off her stool and was standing, facing him, arm outstretched, a drink in her hand. She smiled, dazzling him even without the light, and then he saw that she had changed her clothes. The jeans and loose top were gone, replaced by a nightgown so sheer that she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. Spaghetti-thin straps struggled against the weight of her breasts to keep her covered, and, when he squinted, he could just make out a dusting of little red hearts s**ttered across the gossamer material. Her bosoms, heavy, rounded, much larger than Julie's, pressed the fabric, and the darkened raspberries of her nipples were prominent against the milky whiteness of her globes. His eyes dropped, following the folds of the transparency to its ultimate conclusion at the tops of her thighs. Oh, God, it was short, too short by half, he groaned as his eyes flirted with the hem and the dense tangle of black hair exposed beneath it. She was moving toward him, speaking to him, but the noise of blood rushing in his ears drowned her words. She came closer, reaching for him; he was lost in a welter of confused thoughts.

"Here's your drink, Luke," she said softly, reaching for his hand with hers and placing the cold glass in his limp fingers. "Scotch and water, heavy on the scotch, right?"

Luke nodded, speechless, dumbstruck and motionless, and gaped as she turned her back to him and returned to her stool. Thoughts and observations, jumbled and incoherent, rattled in his brain: short dark hair, graceful arching nape of the neck, shoulders wide, yet delicately feminine, merging into the broad expanse of her back, waist tapering, narrowing, and then the dramatic flare of her hips and the hollow at the base of her spine and the backward, steeply jutting slope of her butt, enticing cheeks shimmering white, firm and muscular, flexing with the motion of her legs, half-covered by the faint film of her gown, then thighs and calves, muscles taut and solid, like a statue of a goddess hewn from living stone come to life in his den.

She reached her stool, and turned again to face him. Steadying herself with a hand on the bar, she lifted a leg and raised herself on tiptoe to put one cheek on the stool cushion. Her thighs separated, exposing her dark bush as she regained her perch.

"Oops," she twittered, tugging the hem of the transparency ineffectively in a gesture of feigned modesty. "I left my stuff at home in the rush to get here, and this is all I could find in Julie's drawer. You don't think she would mind it I borrowed it just for tonight, do you?"

"I, uh, ah, uh, guess not" he stammered, feeling like a total incompetent, but he also felt a warming throb of excitement between his legs. His hand was shaking so hard the ice in his drink was tinkling against the glass.

"You're shaking your scotch like it's a martini, Luke," she said with a wicked smile and a nod toward his trembling hand. "You want me to make you one of those instead, baby?"

"No, no, this is fine, great," he sputtered, and lifting the glass to his lips he quickly gulped half the contents.

"Oh my, thirsty boy," she laughed, and then she patted the stool beside her and said, "Come over here and sit beside me, Luke. I won't bite you; not hard anyway."

He drained his glass to fortify his nerve, and then stumbled clumsily toward the empty barstool. Jackie watched him closely as he clambered up, trying his best to maintain some dignity by managing the loose front of his robe with one hand and clinging to his glass with the other. As happens occasionally at times of intense distraction the inanimate betrays the animate, and so, suddenly and unexpectedly, his stool tottered awkwardly for a moment causing him to forsake modesty for the stability of the bar. He lunged for the bar rail, feet churning the air below like he was peddling a bicycle, and, of course, in the commotion, his robe fell open at the waist. Jackie observed his struggles with cool amusement, but when his robe parted, exposing him, her eyes dropped to his lap and lingered there until he regained his equilibrium. The motion of his hand drawing the tail of his robe across his groin broke her trance, and she felt the heat of the blush that had crept up her throat while she was watching him.

"Luke, be careful," she gasped in a warning that came well after all danger had passed, and then, when he looked at her sheepishly, she added with a coquettish smirk, "It would be a real shame to lose you, honey." "I'm okay," he muttered in a manly effort to conceal his embarrassment, because she had left him no doubt about the object of her concern.

"You need another scotch," she observed.

"Do I ever," he agreed, rattling the ice cubes in his empty glass.

Jackie made him another drink, stronger than the first, and they sat facing each other, knees nearly touching, and, while they sipped, he described for her with breathless detail the day's events. She listened carefully, as mothers are wont to do where their c***dren are concerned, but, when the story passed beyond the dangers of delivery, her mind wandered. She reached her foot across the space between them and curled her toes around a rung of his stool as she listened, and from time to time, when he became excited describing something, his foot would brush hers and a tingling spasm would course up her leg to her belly. She heard him out, summoning all the patience she could muster because she knew that she could never hold his attention if she interrupted the telling of his story, and finally, near the bottom of his glass, his voice trailed off.

He sat silently staring into space, lost in his thoughts for a few moments, and then, her toes brushed his foot. It was not a casual, accidental touching, but a deliberate caress that was calculated to attract his attention. His head jerked just slightly, like he had been startled, and she caressed his foot again. He blinked and turned his head toward her.

"It's Valentine's Day, Luke," she said looking into his eyes, and something in the way she said it reminded him of the passion of Valentines past.

"Oh, damn," he groaned apologetically, "I guess you and Earl had plans to go out tonight, didn't you?"

"I don't think so, honey," she responded sarcastically. "Earl hasn't remembered Valentine's Day once in fifteen years."

"Julie's a chip off the old block, then," he grumbled in reply. "She said she was so fat she didn't even want to think about Valentine's Day."

"Poor baby," she purred solicitously, "no present this year?"

"You got that right," he sighed with a grimace of disappointment, and turned toward his glass to drown his sorrows with another gulp of scotch.

"I guess that explains why this little number was buried in the back of Julie's lingerie drawer." She plucked the gown between her breasts as she spoke, and the swollen discs of her nipples seemed to wink at him though the gauze. She moved her foot to cover his, and he could feel her toes on his instep. The sensuous pressure of her fingers on his arm earlier was nothing in comparison, and he felt a tightening in his gut.

He stared at her nipples, barely noticing the gown at first, then his eyebrows arched in recognition, and he muttered, "I gave that to her last Valentine's Day, but she's only worn it once."

"Babies have a way of pushing daddy out of the picture, Luke," she replied with genuine sympathy, because she knew that Julie's devotion to April had come at a price, and that more often than not Luke was finding himself on the periphery of the family circle.

"You noticed?" he sighed, sounding slightly despondent.

"Of course, I noticed; I don't miss much where you and Julie are concerned."

"It's okay. April requires a lot of attention."

"Mmmmm," she nodded understandingly. "So do daddies if memory serves."

Luke didn't respond, instead staring glumly into his glass as though the mysteries of the universe would be disclosed there in the arrangement of the ice cubes.

"I have a present for you, Luke," she said throatily, changing the subject to break the spell of melancholy that was beginning to threaten her plans, and she studied him as her tone intertwined itself with the scotch's smoky fumes in his brain.

"Wha?" he protested with a start. "What'd you do that for?"

"Because I wanted to. I knew Julie wouldn't, and I thought my good looking young son-in-law deserved a present on Valentine's Day," she said, straightening her back and rolling her shoulders back. Her breasts thrust toward him, flattening slightly against the restraint of the thin fabric. Her berries poked the cloth, raising it like a pair of tent poles.

"But, but, Jackie," he sputtered, embarrassed by his lack of foresight, "I don't have anything to give you."

"Are you sure?" she breathed heavily with her eyes fixed on his. Her voice was thick with the syrup of suggestion.

"Huh?" he croaked.

"Never mind," she smiled disarmingly as she pushed a small, gift-wrapped package down the bar toward him. "Open your present."

Bewildered, Luke, looked at her and then at the package. He felt a measure of relief because it was so small and so insignificant, only about the size and shape of a toothpaste box, and he consoled his discomfort with the hope that it was merely a token gift. He lifted the package, being careful not to damage the bow, and shook it beside his ear. It rattled with a dull, flat sound, and he looked at her quizzically.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, go on and open it." Impatience injected an edge to her voice. She had put both her feet on his and was bouncing her heels expectantly.

He rotated the package carefully, looking it over and planning his approach. He inspected it closely, holding it up to the faint light of the single candle on the bar, and then, just beside the bow, he discovered Jackie's note. He squinted and read aloud, "For Luke, To make all your dreams come true; Love, Jackie."

"That's really sweet of you, Jackie," he said, remembering his manners.

"Oh hell, just open it, will you? Just tear the end off and shake it out." She sounded agitated, and her toes were skittering all over his feet. Somehow, while he was concentrating on the package, she had found an end of his belt, and began tugging it to hurry him along.

"Okay, okay," he replied, and to placate her he quickly ripped the end, paper, ribbon and cardboard, off the gift.

He inverted the package and shook it. A small white tube fell from the opening and dropped with a plop into his palm. He leaned for a closer look and then straightened. He looked at her with a perplexed look that creased his forehead in a frown.

"KY jelly, Jackie? Just what I always wanted for Valentine's Day."

"You'll need it," she answered mysteriously.

"What on earth for?" he questioned, feeling like he had missed the joke somewhere.

"I learned some things about you today, Mr. Bosco, while you were at the hospital."

"What are you talking about? What things?" His eyes darted about the room seeking clues.

"I was poking around the house this morning, you know, trying to find Earl some more beer, and I happened upon your stash of dirty movies right here under the bar."

"Huh?" he groaned unresponsively. A heavy mantle of dread began settling over him.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"That cabinet's locked." He squirmed defensively, ignoring her wiggling toes.

"It wasn't this morning," she corrected with a gotcha smile.

"Shit," he groaned.

"You've got quite a collection down there, buster."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do, baby," she cooed, pulling herself closer to him with the tag end of his belt.

"All that stuff belongs to a friend of mine. I'm just keeping it for him so his wife won't find it."

"Aren't you the Good Samaritan," she chuckled disingenuously. "What's this friend's name? I want to meet him."

"What for?"

"Because I'd like him, that's why. We think alike. We're interested in the same things. You know, share fetishes."

"Fetishes?" he croaked. His face was beginning to show the stress fractures of a disintegrating composure.

"Yeah, Luke, fetishes. I'd say that thirty fuck films, all with the same theme, qualified as a fetish."

"I, I don't know anything about any fetish," he stammered, staggered by her shockingly casual use of the "f" word.

"Maybe you ought to get to know your friends better; you know, investigate, find out what they're into, before you go offering to hide their stuff for them."

While she was answering him, she reached across the bar and picked up the remote control to his VCR. Luke's eyes, bulging with apprehension, were riveted to the device as she toyed with the controls.

"Jackie?" he protested, nearly strangling on her name, when she pointed the controller toward the TV.

"No k**ding, baby; you really need to check this out. That friend of yours has some awesome stuff."

Across the room the TV screen crackled and began to warm. Luke could almost hear the drums rolling and sense the hangman's hand moving toward the lever to spring the trap beneath his feet as the screen gradually brightened. Oh dear, oh dear, he berated himself with dread as the title swam into focus. "Buttman Reams the Wedding Reception," he read with a sinking feeling. Oh shit, he thought; he remembered this one better than the rest. Somebody spikes the punch, and the drunken bridesmaids take turns letting Buttman fuck their asses. He fucks them everywhere, behind bushes, in the bathroom, under the orchestra stand, and, finally, the bride, on the pretext of going to change out of her wedding dress, leads him into the bedroom, and, lifting her gown by the train, throws herself on the bed to let him do her asshole too.

Luke's eyes were glued to the screen, but he was acutely aware of Jackie's presence next to him. The film progressed, and the sound of her breathing became heavier as she watched. She was tense with anticipation, and her toes barely moved on his skin.

On screen, Buttman was talking to one of the bridesmaids; a beautiful girl with long blonde hair in a lime-green sheath dress that barely covered her ass. The girl was grinning and nodding her head, but the dialogue was inaudible because the sound was off. That was of no consequence, since Luke knew all the lines by heart anyway. He knew the girl was eagerly agreeing to meet Buttman in the bathroom in a few minutes, and, sure enough, that scene faded and was replaced immediately with an image of the girl leaning against a sink, making out with Buttman like he was the answer to her prayers. Pretty soon he had her breasts bared, and was pulling her dress up over her hips. It was a summer wedding, so she wasn't wearing hose, and it only took him a second or two to strip her thong down her shapely legs. They were kissing, and he was squeezing the girl's ass cheeks like he was milking her butt, and then she was rubbing her pussy all over him and trying to pull his cummerbund up so she could get to his zipper. Then, he turned that gorgeous girl around and told her to lean over the sink and spread her legs. Of course, she did like he told her, and Buttman crouched down behind her and started running his hands all over her cheeks and down between her legs, and he was rubbing her pussy then and she couldn't stand still for more than a second or two, so she looked over shoulder to say something, and Luke could read her lips saying "Please, baby, do me." Then, Buttman put his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart, and her crack opened up, and just then the camera panned in for a close-up of the sweetest, pinkest little asshole in the world. It was a tiny little thing, not hardly bigger than a dime, and it was smooth, real smooth, like it didn't have but one, maybe two, little wrinkles in it and there wasn't any hair at all anywhere near it, except down covering her pussy where Buttman's fingers were getting her worked up. Then the camera pulled back and Buttman leaned forward toward that gorgeous girl's wiggling ass, and he got closer and closer, but taking his time to let the suspense take hold, and then, all of a sudden, his face was between her cheeks and his tongue was out and he was licking her crack and trying to run the tip of his tongue up into that tiny little asshole. At that, the girl started going nuts, throwing her head back and shaking it, making all that blonde hair fly around, while she hunched her hips and begged him to stick his prick up her butt.

"Jesus Christ, that's hot," Jackie gasped aloud.

Luke turned to look at her, but she was oblivious; the action on the screen had captured her attention and, for the moment she was ignoring him.

Buttman stood up and fished under his cummerbund for the tab to his zipper. The girl shot him a glance of dismayed abandonment while he fumbled to free his prick, and he told her to play with herself till he was ready to fuck her. Of course, Jackie couldn't hear any of that, but she could get the idea pretty quick because the girl immediately reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips open with a couple of fingers and started stroking her clit. Jackie could see the girl's reflection in the mirror over the sink, and the k**'s eyes started getting a distant, sort of far away look in them, and she started flicking her finger back and forth across her clit, kind of strumming it. About then, Buttman got his zipper down and started fishing around in his pants. A couple of seconds later, his hand came out dragging a cock that looked like a cross between a python and a baseball bat.

"Ohmygod," Jackie gasped at the sight of Buttman's cock, and Luke watched her out of the corner of his eye as she chewed her lip and brushed perspiration off the underside of her chin with the back of her hand. Her butt was squirming on the stool cushion like she had sat on a tack or something, and he could feel the heat radiating off her nearly bare skin.

Luke was, himself, approaching the point of total meltdown. His cock had grown until it was hard as an iron porch post, and he had to cross his legs just to keep it from fighting free of its hiding place. Jesus, he panted silently, he had seen this flick a thousand times, jacked off to it hundreds, but always alone, in the dark late at night, or during the day when Julie was out shopping. She wouldn't approve, no way, not at all; she would just push him away, saying it was dirty and nasty, and have nothing to do with him after that for weeks at a time. Oh, Julie, he thought, but the scent of her mother pushed her image from his mind. Jackie was there; close enough to feel, to smell, to hear, and she wasn't repelled; she was enthralled. Her eyes followed every movement on the screen, wide with wonder and eager anticipation. Her tongue thrashed her lips restlessly, wetting them in one moment only for her to wipe them dry with her forearm the next. She panted and sighed and groaned with the girl on the screen, and when the girl's fingers started stroking her cunt, he detected Jackie's hand rising to pluck at her own distended nipples.

Buttman's lips were moving; you could see his face beside the girl's reflection in the mirror. The girl's eyes widened; she looked scared.

"He's telling her to make his cock wet," Luke explained, reading Buttman's lips aloud.

Jackie jerked her head around at the sound of his voice and looked at him like she had forgotten him. "Baby," she moaned almost painfully and put her hand on his bare thigh, up high near the edge of his robe, but the lure of the lurid screen had captivated her, and she turned away losing herself again in Buttman's adventure.

Buttman put his hands on the girl's shoulders and forced her to turn around, facing him. His cock stood out from the gap in his pants like the limb of a tree, and the girl stared at it with eyes filled with wonder and doubt. He took her hands and put them on his cock, and then he kissed her, while she rubbed her pussy with him. She closed her thighs, capturing the end of his dick between her legs, and jacked him off, while he sucked her tits and chewed her nipples. After a minute of that, he pulled away, freeing his dick, and he looked into the girl's eyes and then pointed to his prick.

"He wants her to suck him off," Luke whispered helpfully, and he felt Jackie's response in the tightening of her fingers on his thigh. His own cock was throbbing with an ache he had never felt before, and he shifted his hips in the hope of attracting the attention of Jackie's fingers, but she failed to notice.

The girl dropped to her knees in front of Buttman and put both her hands on his huge dick. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face with the swollen, purplish head, leaving a sticky web of precum strands staining her pretty lips and cheeks. She brushed the tip across her lips and licked the slit with the tip of her tongue. Buttman grunted and wove his fingers in the girl's blond curls pulling her mouth toward his cock. She opened wide, stretching her lips and jaw to accept him, and took what she could of him into her mouth.

Luke glanced at Jackie out of the corner of his eye. Her mouth was open; lips, wetted with spittle, gaped empathetically. Her breath was coming in quick little gasps, and she had slipped her hand under her gown and was feverishly massaging her nipple while she stared at the images on the screen.

The girl moved her mouth and began licking the length of Buttman's massive cock. Her saliva quickly coated the darkened, heavily veined surface, and her fingers skated eagerly over his skin to test his slipperiness. She wetted him all over once, and then again, then, taking no chances, she licked the swollen head a third time. Her spit dripped off him as he lifted the girl off her knees and stood her, once more, facing the mirror. He moved behind her and nudged her crease with the tip of his cock. He spoke and she nodded, smiling, and reached for her behind with both hands.

"He just told her to spread her ass-cheeks so he can fuck her," Luke volunteered. He was beginning to sound like a play-by-play announcer at a football game, he thought, feeling foolish, but the tightening of Jackie's grip on his thigh reassured him.

"Oh, God, baby, she's soooooooo hot," Jackie gushed, and her fingernails dug into his flesh.

The blonde pulled her cheeks apart with both hands, opening her deep crease and exposing her tiny asshole. Buttman inched closer and touched her ass with the tip of his cock. The agitated girl's feet danced on the bare linoleum floor, and she rubbed her tits on the edge of the sink, and it was easy to tell that feeling Buttman's cock touching her asshole was causing the pretty little thing no end of excitement. Buttman started pushing, trying to get the head of his cock inside her, but he wasn't making any progress, and his dick developed a kind of bow, and pretty soon he had the girl mashed up against the wall with her tits in the sink and her head turned sideways with her cheek against the mirror. Buttman backed off and let the girl slide down the wall some and reposition herself, only this time she braced with both hands on the faucet handles and left him to open her up if he really needed to. Now, Luke knew that old Buttman had made about fifty films in his career and had enough sense about butt-fucking that he could probably find an asshole to fill in a pitch dark room full of nuns, so having the girl's hands occupied didn't present any problem at all. Buttman wedged his thumbs between those lily-white cheeks, and, before you could blink, the dark bottom of her crease was filling the screen and her little hole, all wet and slippery lookin, was puckered up just waiting to be kissed. Then, here came the cock and the head of it just about filled the screen, and it looked to be three or four times the size of the hole he was fixin to fill with it, and it started boring down on that little hole and forcing her cheeks apart, and precum was leaking out of the tip and oozing all over her crack, and Luke knew that there was a lot of grunting and groaning and suggesting going on, but he kept his mouth shut cause he didn't want to sound like an idiot trying to explain all that.

Luke snuck a look in Jackie's direction. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and she was chewing her bottom lip. She had pushed up her gown to get to her breasts, so most of what little had been covered was uncovered, and there she was twisting one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and making funny little gurgling sounds deep in her throat. He could see her bare belly running flat and smooth right down to her hairy pussy and her skin was shiny with perspiration. If she was aware of him at all, she gave no sign of it, and it took all the will power he could muster to keep his hands off her. Her body gave a little jerk and she leaned forward, toward the TV, and he forced his attention back to the screen.

The girl was half lying across the sink. Her arms were straightened, locked at the elbows for leverage, and her fingers were curled around the faucet handles in a death grip. She had squeezed her eyes shut and her face was all squinched up and red like she was in the middle of Lamaze practice. Buttman bored his cock into her like a pile-driver busting rock and the top half of the head was wedged in her hole. Buttman had a hold of her hip bones with both hands, and was pulling her so hard you could tell his muscles were just about to tear the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket. The camera panned in for another close-up, and the screen filled with the image of that tiny asshole trying to swallow Buttman's enormous cock. Funny thing about assholes, Luke thought, recollecting lessons learned from hours spent studying films depicting such matters, once he gets a little in, it gets much easier. Then, as he watched, the girl's tight sphincter relaxed and a little of Buttman's cock disappeared. It was slow at first, almost too slow to detect, but after a minute more of pushing and stretching that poor girl's butt-ring, suddenly old Buttman was buried to the rim of his cock-head inside her ass. Buttman paused right there, with the head almost in, cause he was coming to the biggest part of his cock, and he liked to savor the moment when the first timers were figuring out what was about to happen to their assholes. He backed out, withdrawing nearly all his cock-head, and watched her hole close up behind him. He pushed it back in to where it was before, only this time it was a little easier, and they didn't have to strain so hard. Then he did it again, and it was easier still, and if you looked real close you could see that the girl's hole didn't close up all the way this time, so, when Buttman stuck her again, she was already opened up some and the head slid right back to where it was just easy as you please.

The scotch, the porn and a three-month stretch of celibacy were brewing in Luke's brain like newt eyes and frog toes in a witch's cauldron, and the poor fellow was beginning to unravel. He slipped his hand toward his crotch, desperate to find some means of quelling the raging fire in his dick. He was dangerously close to his favorite part in his favorite film, and the consequences of watching that with a half naked woman rubbing herself not a foot away were things he was not sure he wanted to learn. He groped himself and found his cock sticking up under his robe. It was rigid and jerking, doing that odd little pre-orgasmic thing it did with twitches and uncontrollable shudders, and he knew that somebody had better put a finger in the dike right then or else. He covered the head with the palm of his hand and dug his fingers into the tender throat on the underside, and then he squeezed down hard. He winced and nearly gasped, and then he did it again, only harder, and it hurt him so badly that he nearly jumped off the stool, but the jerking and twitching subsided and he felt the tension relax just a smidgen. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes because he still didn't trust himself to look at Jackie or the TV.

Buttman was fucking the girl's ass with tiny little thrusts that stopped just short of burying the head inside her. He was teasing her actually; tantalizing her with little tastes of cock, while he loosened her hole, so that, when he was ready for a real ass-fuck, not only would she be ready for his cock, she would be begging him for it. The camera work was amazing, filming from inches, remaining rock steady, it showed Buttman's cock withdrawing completely, hovering just outside the girl's open hole. Yes, that's right, open hole. He had stretched her so that now, when he withdrew, her asshole didn't close up at all but remained open, a hot circle of deeply reddened flesh gaping like a mouth as wide as his cock, and the camera closed in even closer and there, beyond the opening were pink, pulsating walls that gradually darkened and faded to black in the depths of her tunnel.

"Oh, baby, do it," a voice growled in the tormented tone of frustrated passion, and the words seemed to Luke to reverberate in the room.

His first thought was that the sound had returned to the TV, because the voice and the words were a close match for the girl on the screen, but he realized almost immediately that the sound was too close, too rich, and that it throbbed with a depth of desire that surpassed any scripted performance. He chanced a peek at Jackie. She was leaning toward the cock on the screen; her lips were working feverishly, forming nearly soundless words. She had uncrossed her legs and separated her knees. Her hand was plunged between her legs, her fingers digging into her bush, and she was panting like a runner on a steep hill.

"Give it too her," she huffed, offering encouragement to the frozen figures on the screen.

Buttman's cock hovered, poised not a whisker's breadth from the girl's hole, for a heartbeat, then another, and then another.

"You want me to turn the sound up so you can hear, Jackie?" Luke whispered.

"Nooooo," she moaned without turning her head. "You tell me. I want to hear you say it."

"What do you want me to do, slut?" Luke growled in a perfect rendition of Buttman's role.

"Put it in; do me," Jackie gushed with torrid fervor.

"Not good enough, dammit; tell me what you want." Luke knew the script, and he played the part to the hilt.

"I want your cock, please, please," she whined sounding almost pitiful in her eagerness.

"Oh hell, you're no good at this. I'm going back to the party to find somebody who knows what they want."

"No, no, oh, God, no. Don't go; I want it. Please, I want it."

"What?" he hissed, giving her one last chance.

"Your cock, baby, your gorgeous, big cock. I want your cock fucking me up my ass," she sobbed, confessing the compulsion of her desire.

Perfectly on cue, the cock on screen lunged toward the girl's gaping hole. The head touched her butt, then disappeared, and then the shaft, thick and stiff, swooshing down like a k** on a waterslide, slipped into her depths in one long, gliding thrust.

"Aaarggggg, yes," Jackie gasped, brazenly fingering her pussy while she gawked at Buttman's incredible cock burying itself in the girl's butthole.

They fell quiet then, and looked on, a pair of voyeurs in a bizarre bonding ritual, as Buttman fucked the girl's tight hole with deeply pounding thrusts. They watched in awed silence, Luke, because he knew the time for dialogue had passed, and, Jackie, because she hadn't the breath to speak her part. And, Buttman reamed that girl for all he was worth, and she took his every inch, and then pushed back harder wanting more. He thrust and poked, fucking her deep, then shallow, then deep again, and then the stereo ran out of tunes, and all Luke heard was the soft hum of the VCR and Jackie's panting breath. Buttman was fucking and the girl was looking back at him, grinning with that distant look again, and then he was there, slapping her ass with his hands, then pulling his cock out and rubbing it in her crack, while the camera ran in for a close up of the cum blasting from his dick. Buttman jerked off, pointing his spurting cock at her rump, covering her cheeks and crack and that now not-so-tiny asshole with streams of sticky white goo.

"Ohhhhhh," Jackie moaned in an anguished sigh as Buttman's squirting cock sprayed his love milk on the girl's white ass, and her nails pierced the skin on Luke's thigh.

Then, suddenly, it was over; the spell broken. The scene faded to black for a second, then brightened, and Buttman was in the garden again, zipped up and fresh looking, and coaxing another of the bridesmaids into a turn on the dance floor.

Wordlessly, Jackie slipped off her stool and crossed the room to restart the stereo. The music resumed, and she turned toward him. She dropped her chin, then slowly lifted her eyes and fixed him with a look so smoldering that he could feel it right down to his balls. Her gown was wetted where her perspiration had soaked it through and it stuck to her breasts like a second skin. She started toward him, slinking, stalking him panther-like, and he felt like a Judas goat confronting his fate. His chest constricted as she approached. She smiled, and he felt the wind gush from his lungs. She took a step closer, and the floor lurched below him.

Then she was there, her bare thighs brushing his knees, her eyes pouring her heat into his soul. She pressed toward him and swept him up in the sweet freshness of her hair and the soft fragrance of milled soap and perfume on her skin, but mostly she captivated him with the sensuous, womanly musk of her arousal and the closeness of her filled him with desire.

She reached for the ends of his belt and tugged him off the stool, saying, "Come on, dance with me, Luke," and his misgivings, if he had any, dissolved like threads of smoke in the wind.

He moved to her and she to him, and she melted into his arms. Her arms slid up behind his neck, and she laid her cheek on his chest. His arms encircled her narrow waist, and he felt the intoxication of her presence deep in his bones. They swayed together, leaning side to side with the rhythm, their feet touching toe to toe, never moving, and her sinuous curves melded with his. He felt her thighs pressed to his and her belly moving against him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and the firmness of her thrilled him. His fingers found the small of her back and pressed her there, urging her closer and she snuggled deeper into his arms. His hard cock throbbed with eager hunger, and his thin robe offered scant concealment for his desire. Then, she pressed her belly against him, unabashedly seeking his strength with her warm nudity.

"Jackie?" he moaned through nearly gritted teeth, when she pressed her belly against him to take the measure of his standing prick.

Behind them, on the TV screen, Buttman, too, with his hands cupping fresh cheeks, was caught up in the delirium of erotic dance.

Inspired, Luke slipped his hands to Jackie's taut, naked globes. His hands cupped her, fingers caressing her tense crease, and he pulled her closer.

"Baby, I want skin," she muttered against the lapel of his robe as his fingers slid across her bare flesh, and her fingers loosened the knot at his waist.

His robe fell open and she burrowed inside the folds. Her hands moved on him, roving over his nudity restlessly and inquisitively, first caressing his chest with her palms flattened upon him, then circling to his back and rising to his shoulders, where she clung to him and panted with her open mouth on his nipple.

His cock, naked, exposed, in obvious arousal, rolled against her belly with every move of their bodies, and she wriggled her belly in a lascivious caress that nearly rendered him senseless.

"Baby," she gushed, insinuating her hand between their pressing bodies and running her fingertips lightly over his erection. "You really liked your friend's movie, didn't you?"

"Oh God, Jackie," he groaned when her fingers burned him.

Her fingers circled him, and, grasping him lightly, directed him to the core of her heat. The head of his cock nuzzled into her dark bush. She held him there, pressing his prick into her pussy and let him feel her lips spreading for him.

"I guess I didn't have anything to do with getting you this way, did I?" she teased, while her hand moved his dick in her wet slit.

"Dammit, Jackie," he protested. His fingers were clawing into her crease and her touch was driving him crazy.

"I mean, it was just the movie, right? This wasn't meant for me, was it?" Her hand was cupped, cradling his cock, and, while she spoke, she lifted her eyes and searched his face for a sign that might answer her question.

"Oh, Lord, forgive me," he gasped. Jackie's thumb had rolled over the top of his prick completing the encirclement, and she started jacking him off into her dripping pussy before he could complete the sentence. Denial was futile; worse, it was impossible. "Of course, you caused it; I've hardly thought of anything else since the first time I saw you."

"You should have told me." Her hands left him; she was sinking to her knees.

"I couldn't." He let her slip through his fingers, like a dream drifting away upon waking.

"You could have had me anytime; to do anything you wanted." She was on her knees. Her hands held him, pointing him toward her mouth, and then she licked him. She touched his cock with her tongue and felt a shudder run through his body. She held him still and, opening her lips, covered him with her mouth. His cock filled her. She sucked him, cheeks hollowing, tonguing the sensitive throat of his dick, and pressed his ass with her hands to take him deeper.

"Oh God, Jackie," he cried.

It was nearly a scream and it thrilled her, so she swallowed and let his cock slip into her throat. His fingers raked through her hair seeking a grip on her head, and his hips lurched toward her gaping mouth. Cock, thick, rigid, trembling with excitement, plunged into her throat. Her head bobbed as she fucked his prick with her lips, tongue and throat, and she turned her head from side to side to increase the friction and heighten his pleasure.

"Jackie, Jackie," he wailed in warning.

She stopped sucking at the first taste of his cum and let him slip from her mouth. He helped her to her feet. Her eyes burned with a wild, dazed look, and her lips were wet and puffy, almost swollen. His fingertips touched her chin, tilting her face toward his, and he kissed her. Their lips met, instantly churning, pressing, and her mouth opened to him, and she sucked his tongue into her wetness. He tasted her and himself and wrapped his arms around her while she opened to him like the flower opens to the rain. Her hands found him while they kissed, and she washed his erection with the wetness from her lips.

She broke away, tugging his slippery cock urgently and gasping, "I want this, now."

"Yes."

"You know what to do?"

"Un-huh."

"The movie; just like the movie."

"Un-huh."

He turned to find the KY jelly, and when he turned back, she was already kneeling on the floor in front of the couch with her elbows resting on the center cushion. Julie's Valentine gown was lying on the floor.

"Hurry, baby, I need you," she panted, waggling her ass enticingly.

He stood behind her, greasing himself with eager, fumbling fingers, and then he dropped to his knees and knelt, praying at the altar of his lust as it were, for a moment, while her orbs shimmered expectantly.

"Luke?" she panted impatiently. Her hands circled her globes, fingers digging into her flesh and she spread herself for him.

He crouched lower and felt the heat from her body on his face, and then, he was kissing her, peppering her cheeks with soft, wet, adoring kisses and licking her skin between her fingers. He heard her throaty voice, muffled in the cushion, moaning his name as his tongue trailed ribbons of fire down her crack toward her hole. He licked her and his tongue swept her tightly puckered ring. She shuddered, and he licked her again, circling her tender opening with the wetted tip of his rapier.

"Jesus, baby, your tongue feels good," she gasped.

He tongued her portal and felt her fingers between his cheeks and hers clawing to open herself to him. The flat of his tongue relaxed her tiny rose with a gently wetting massage, and his hand crept up to stroke the creamy velvet of her inner thigh. She gasped and shifted, spreading her legs invitingly, and he brushed the springy damp curls of her bush with his fingertips. She rolled her hips enticingly coaxing his tongue and fingers to pleasure her, and he stabbed at her hole with the sharpened tip of his tongue. He forced her open and plunged inside, the wet wedge of his tongue filling the tight sheath of her rectum. His fingers found her thickened lips in the dewy tangle of her thicket and thrust into her wetness. She gasped and wriggled and his thumb found the path to her womb and wiggled inside her. She gasped and moaned as he probed her holes with thumb and tongue and her scent rose to mark his mind and the irresistible power of her lust was imprinted on his consciousness for all time.

"Ohhhhhhhh, God, Luke, you don't know what you're doing to me." She panted the words breathlessly and her slack lips drooled her spit onto the cushion.

"Yeth," he answered thickly, unwilling to take his tongue from her anus, and he fingered her clitoris with the tip of his forefinger.

"Luuuuuuuuke," she wailed announcing the onset of a spell of sexual dementia.

He continued to lick and probe and finger, and Jackie began to shiver uncontrollably, like a chill had taken hold of her soul. Her pussy, hot and seething, seemed to convulse on his fingers in a writhing spasm. He lifted his face from her haunches, but her quaking continued.

"Luke, baby, I want you," she gurgled.

He pulled his hand from her throbbing pussy, letting his fingertips drag up along the pulsating crease of her ass. His fingers, dripping with jelly and the slippery effluence of her passion, caressed her anus and oiled her with their mingling juices. He pressed a finger to her hole and felt her rose nibbling the tip. He pressed gently and broke through her resistance. The walls of her rectum closed on him eagerly.

"Luke, Luke," she groaned impatiently. "That's not your cock, is it, honey?"

"Of course not," he snapped. "It's just my finger getting you ready."

"Ready? Luuuuuke, please, I'm ready to die if you don't fuck me soon." She was pleading, biting the cushion and pleading, and she reached for his cock to guide him to her.

He rammed his finger into her steaming bowels, then pulled it out and added a second. He shoved the two into her hole, slowly plunging them in to the hilt, while she squirmed like a piglet on a spear. Then, he inserted just the tips of three fingers and spread them apart, stretching her anus like a rubber band, and she gurgled her pleasure in incoherent sobs.

"Luke, please," she purred and he could almost see her in her red dress, the skirt slit up the side to her hip, her breasts rising like melons above the wickedly scooped neckline. "Fuck me, baby. I can't wait any more. Put your cock up my ass and give it to me."

His prick lurched in heed of her summons, and he crawled between her feet, close up behind her. Her cheeks were mottled with greasy palm and fingerprints, and her oiled crack glistened with the warm glow of candlelight. He caught the head of his cock with his hand and guided it into her crease. His finger led the way, probing for her asshole and when he found it, he slid his dick down his finger till the head was pressing her hole. His hands circled her waist, pressing on her hips, to hold her steady and then he moved forward.

"Oh God," she gurgled when she felt the head of his cock slip through her defenses and enter her rectum.

"Am I hurting you?" He hesitated.

"No, I want you."

"But, if it hurts…"

"It won't; you're not big enough to hurt me." She knew she was challenging him with a lie for she had seen him, held him in her hand, and she had taken his measure in the depths of her throat, and the thought of the length and breadth of him stuffing the untried sheath of her ass was, at once, both thrilling and daunting.

"Okay, mom," he snarled without gentleness, and he began pulling her hips onto his spike with relentless pressure.

His dick sunk irresistibly into her rectum; inch by creeping inch he took her and she devoured him. She bit the cushion so he wouldn't mistake her moans of pleasure for signs of distress. Her arms circled the cushion and she held it to her chest, while the cock in her ass took possession of her soul. He pressed forward transforming her sphincter into a ring of fire that stretched to receive him and showered her brain with bright splinters of pain and pleasure.

"Oooooooooo, baby, you feel good," she murmured to encourage them both, and he paused, breathless, while she adjusted to him.

"Is that all of it?"

"No, there's more."

"Give it to me; I want it all."

"Wait a minute."

"I can't; you don't understand, I want it all, now!"

"You're too tight."

"Push harder, baby, please."

"I'll split you open."

"No, you won't; my dildo's bigger than you." There, she had said it, blurting out her secrets like a giddy schoolgirl, but her shame fled as she felt his fingers tightening on her hips. She felt his cock advancing, muscling past her throbbing ring, filling her with hot, pulsating meat.

He filled her, and she tottered on the brink of lustful insanity. Her shoulders were shaking with desire, and, when she felt his belly against her ass, she sighed with pleasure and, looking back at him, said, "Oh, God, my ass is soooo full."

"You love it," he declared, stating the obvious.

"Yesssssss."

"Better than your dildo?"

"Oh, yes."

"Why?"

"Because, you're going to fuck my ass and shoot your cum up me."

"And, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck your big cock with my ass till you make me cum."

"When?"

"Soon, baby, soon. I'm nearly there already, your cock feels so good." "Does that feel good, too?" he asked, withdrawing his cock halfway and shoving it back in.

"Oh, God!"

"And this?"

"Sweet Jesus, yes."

"And this, and this and this?"

"Oh, baby, yes; fuck me hard like that."

"Cock up your ass, just like Buttman, Jackie; cock slammin your butthole and fucking you deep."

"Oh, Luke, yessssssss. Do it to me; fuck my ass!" She shrieked his name and her butt became a demonic thing, gyrating, bobbing, rolling and hunching, fucking his cock with breathtaking abandon.

"Like this, Jackie?" he questioned, withdrawing his cock to the end, then giving her three shallow plunges before driving his length into her again, and then he repeated it all again, and again.

"Oh, Christ, I'm about to cum."

"Me, too."

Hips churned, closing and separating, closing and separating like perfectly paired performers in a choreographed dance. Her swollen sphincter slipped easily up and down his shaft, stroking him lightly, without resistance, and the friction was exquisite. His cock throbbed deep in her ass and began to tremble with a series of tiny jerks.

"Luke," she panted, "play with my tits; pinch my nipples while you fuck me."

His concentration was fragmenting, but he reached for her and found her breasts buried in the couch beneath her. His fingers clawed her flesh and seized her engorged nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, gently compressing the rubbery points, and she arched her back.

"Harder," she snarled as her passion reached its crescendo, "I want it to hurt, dammit."

Oh, God, he thought dreamily. The twitches were continuous now, and he could sense the headwall of his orgasm building in his loins like a tsunami. His fingers closed on her tender skin, crushing her berries, his nails tearing her flesh like talons ripping meat off of bones.

"Oh, Luke, yessssss. I'm cumming."

Her hips slowed, then stopped. Deep in her belly a rumbling quake grew, radiating outward until he felt it shaking his prick, and in that instant her rectum seized his cock with a shivering convulsion and he felt the electric release of his rushing flood.

"Jackie!" It was a wail, a cry for help, and he wrenched her nipples in the hope that her pain would somehow ease his need.

"Yesss, baby, yessss," she gasped. "I feel your cum in my ass. Fill me up with it; let your cock shoot my asshole full of your hot cum."

The leading wave of the tsunami broke over them and he felt the rush of floodwaters as his cum poured into her ass. He shivered and jerked spasmodically, and she milked his cock with her incredible contracting muscles until he was spent and drained and her own climax was receding in the foamy backwash of the flood.

They panted and sighed and struggled to regain strength and breath, and, he stroked her flanks, speaking her name in awed whispers. In time, he dwindled, and she allowed him to slip away. Then, she turned to face him and kissed him on the lips.

"Happy Valentine's day, lover boy," she mouthed against his slackened lips.

"Jackie, I…" he protested, trying to break away, but, sensing the beginning of an apology, she hushed him with two fingers on his lips.

"Shhhhh, baby. I love you and I loved feeling your big cock shooting your cum in my ass."

"But?"

"No 'but,' the only 'butt' you need to worry about is mine."

"God, it's been so long, and Julie…"

"I know, poor baby," she interrupted, tenderly stroking his face. "I know what you need and I can give you whatever she can't. That's what mothers-in-law do, you know, help you get over the rough places."

"You are amazing."

"Not me; you are the amazing one. I haven't been fucked like that, ever. I had no idea your cock would feel so good. I mean, I could guess, and I pretended sometimes, but it took doing it to know how good it would feel."

"It was good for me too."

"Good enough to do it again?"

"Oh, hell yes; just tell me when."

"When's Julie coming home?"

"Three days; they keep them longer after caesarians now."

"We'll need more KY jelly."

"Right."

"I'll run by Walgreen's first thing in the morning and get some. I'll be ready and waiting when you wake up."

"I won't sleep."

"Neither will I, Luke."

"You said I should have told you sooner; that I could have you anytime."

"I meant it, too."

"I don't want to wait till morning."

"Then, don't wait, baby. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Come to bed with me and fuck me some more."

"Give me five minutes to clean up, okay?"

"Sure."

"Oh hell, baby, make it two."

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Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18 or don't like stories which deal involve sex with children, incest, pain or emotional torment don't read this. My Sweet Little Helpless Valentine ? by: Peggy Sue Flowers Preamble - This is a rough draft, hardly finished at all. It is also a test to see if my ideas aren't a bit too far out there to be enjoyed by this community. Please forgive overused words, over-worded sentences, repeated descriptions, confusing plotlines and...

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Mr Valentine

Rose strutted into the hotel room as Doug watched. He stared at her smooth round arse, her long stocking clad legs and her dainty feet wrapped in thin leather stilettos. She walked slowly over to the bed. Her arse swayed and her black satin dress swished around her thighs as she turned to face him. "Like what you see?" Her voice was like honey, it dripped sex appeal. Doug nodded. "Uh huh". Rose was a stunning woman, voluptuous even. Her jet black, hair was done up in a bun that...

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Imaginary Valentine

Introduction: I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Imaginary Valentine by Safe_Bet Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on our big Valentines Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What… What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen — nothing more. You arent really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentines Days night alone. ****** I find...

3 years ago
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Be My Valentine

I had just left my usual coffee shop, it had been more crowded than usual so I didn't stay long after ordering. I had tried to read the book I had brought along but the noise became unbearable and I left.I found myself completely lost in thought as I walked down the recently rain-drenched street. It had grown dark so early. I hated February, it's a good thing it was the shortest month of the year.As I continued down the dark streets trying my best to avoid the alleys, I felt something...

Horror
4 years ago
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Sex With Stranger Girl On Valentine

Hi friends, Mera naam kabir hai aur me delhi ka rahnewala hu,umar 30 saal, fit, slim ladka hu and mera lund bhi mota ha ye muze apni ex gf ne bata hai. Delhi ki ladkiya bahot hot aur sexy hoti hai khaaskar punjabi girls mast gori aur badi gaand,chudwane kiye hamesha ready.I like them much. Kisi girl ,lady bhabhi ya aunty ko majje karne ho to mujhe email kare should be maintain don’t worry about it.Ab aata hu apni story pe. Ye valentine day ki baat hai presently single hone ke karan me apne...

2 years ago
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Elevator Valentine

Vicki made her way through the busy lobby drawing much deserved attention in her short, white, tennis skirt and blue-on-blue paisley halter top. It wasn’t her gorgeous, shapely legs or the deep cut halter exposing a long run of cleavage, or even the two Valentine Day theme grocery bags that filled her arms that were responsible for all the silent attention. The fox tail hanging below her skirt was surprising and enticing. For some reason, each man she passed felt entitled and obliged to lift...

4 years ago
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A Vision of Valentine

‘Like a river, a sonata of sound, Love should lift you without remorse or second guessing.’ I recited casually to myself as I walked down the hallowed college hallways. ‘So often, within the raiment of intellect and desire I loose scope of love.’ I talk to myself often, I use it as a muse when there isn’t a person to fill that void. I walked into my psychology glass a good fifteen minutes early by my watch, twenty by the college clock. The room was disinfectant white. Even the ‘chalk boards’...

2 years ago
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My Singing Valentine

It was the day before Valentines Day and it was always the beginning of one of the funnest events of the year. Every year for two days we would have a fundraiser for the Student Council called singing valentines. Students and faculties would the week before purchase a song to have performed for someone. During the two days participants would interrupt classes in order to perform these songs. You could send them anonymously if you wanted to. This particular year one of the hottest girls in the...

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My Singing Valentine

It was the day before Valentines Day and it was always the beginning of one of the funnest events of the year. Every year for two days we would have a fundraiser for the Student Council called singing valentines. Students and faculties would the week before purchase a song to have performed for someone. During the two days participants would interrupt classes in order to perform these songs. You could send them anonymously if you wanted to. This particular year one of the hottest girls in the...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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Imaginary Valentine

by Safe_Bet© Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on our big Valentine's Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ****** I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be...

2 years ago
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Petals of Pleasure A Valentine

Petals of Pleasure: A Valentine for the Mind, Body, & Soul It was Gina and Craig’s first Valentine’s together. They hadn’t been seeing each other long, but already new they were madly in love. And there sex life was nothing short of amazing. Gina came out to her car after work to find it filled with at least 100 balloons, as she gazed in amazement through the window she saw a small note taped there. She opened it to find a sweet note from Craig. He had written: ‘Dear Gina, on this the day...

3 years ago
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Caseys Valentine

This is my submission to the Valentine’s Day contest, and the first piece of writing I’ve ever completed since college. There are hockey elements to it, and some parts that may be considered corny, but it’s romance, right? Sometimes it’s cheesy. Enjoy! * Casey removed her hat and shook the snowflakes from her strawberry blonde curls as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. ‘Fuck, it’s freezing!’ she yelled out as she went about unfurling her scarf and stripping off her coat to reveal her...

4 years ago
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Valentine

Valentine I The chair was uncomfortable, high backed like a dining chair with elegantly carved arms but made of some kind of dark, cast metal. The cold of the cushion-less seat bit into the flesh of her bottom and thighs hungrily. Goosebumps were erect all over her body. Even colder were her equally bare wrists and ankles, shackled with heavy steel cuffs to the arms and legs of the chair almost symbiotically for there was not one inch of room to maneuver. For extra protection, a large chain...

2 years ago
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My Sweet Valentine

"Who are You?" I asked my sweet Valentine... She turned over, her sweet feminine scent entangled in her hair & on my lips.. My breaths skipped a beat, as her curves shivered in a sweet rhythm, from her bosom to her hips As her lazy gaze landed on me, a million ships of cues and questions swam ashore in her hazel eyes, Her sweet silhouette drew close to me, as the horizon of her shadow glittered with hues of evening skies... "I am your sweet poem," she whispered in my ears, her intoxicating...

Love Stories
3 years ago
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My Valentine

My Valentine By Jena Corso Edited By Tiffany Manners Part 1 "Got to get to work honey," said Derek, kissing his girlfriend Lisa as she rolled over. "I've got to get moving this morning." "Rushing again," Lisa said, rolling back over after glancing at the alarm clock. "It's 5 am. Come on, get back in here and snuggle with me a little. We've barely talked at all lately. All we've done is screw and sleep." "What's so bad about that?" said Derek. smiling before kissing her...

4 years ago
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Valentine

ValentineIThe chair was uncomfortable, high backed like a dining chair with elegantly carved arms but made of some kind of dark, cast metal. The cold of the cushion-less seat bit into the flesh of her bottom and thighs hungrily. Goosebumps were erect all over her body. Even colder were her equally bare wrists and ankles, shackled with heavy steel cuffs to the arms and legs of the chair almost symbiotically for there was not one inch of room to maneuver. For extra protection, a large chain from...

2 years ago
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Sexy Valentines

Dear readers, I am writing to tell everyone about the Valentines day I had with my girlfriend Erin. The night before Valentines, she had called me and asked me to come stay with her. We had made plans for Valentines, so this would make it easier, plus we would get to spend some time together. When I got to the apartment, Erin let me in, kissing me passionately, pulling me in and telling me she was happy to see me. I told her I was happy to see her as well. She looked so good, dressed...

4 years ago
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Valentines

You know I'm going to say what every single person out there is thinking but lack the testicular fortitude to say. I fucking hate Valentines Day. I'm not even sure if I hate it worse when I'm single or when I'm in a relationship. I mean sure when I'm in single I have to look around at all the happy couples, I have to watch girls go crazy as they get flowers delivered to the office. I have to watch guys nervously make last second arrangements and of course I have to face the fact that everybody...

3 years ago
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14 Days of Valentines

Maria loved teaching school and she loved her children. She had not given birth to them, but she was given the privilege of helping to raising them just the same. Maria’s students were all excited about the coming Valentine’s Day holiday. Unlike the other holidays throughout the calendar year, Valentine’s Day was special. It held no religious overtones for them. Any previous religious connotations or possible ancient beliefs were long lost in the passage of time. What remained was a short,...

4 years ago
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Changes in Latitudes Valentines

It has been a tough time since He was laid off the day after thanksgiving. We were fighting like cats and dogs lately, and I was beginning to wonder if we would make it to Valentines day. It seemed every piece of mail or phone call caused Him to want to run away from the world, and Me to end up in tears. At night we dreamed of an island paradise where it stayed a balmy 70 degrees, surrounded by water, like a Jimmy Buffet song. I knew something had to be done soon. Valentines day was fast...

3 years ago
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My Sisters Valentine

“You bastard! Don’t you dare tell me you love me! You better hope Miss One-That-Got-Away puts out because we’re done! Lose my number then go drop dead asshole!” My sister smashed the hang up icon and threw her phone onto the couch. She collapsed into the loveseat and her eyes started filling up with tears. “I’m done with men”, she sobbed. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her underneath her arms spinning her around. I wrapped her in a huge bear hug. “C’mon sis, you gotta keep dating guys. I...

1 year ago
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Masters Valentine

It doesn't take long for you to get home after that and I sit still smiling at the door as you walk through the house. Obviously having spotted the rose trail. Opening the door you spot me on the bed and I throw myself down, kneeling with my legs spread wide, my arms out in front my head bowed and my hair cascading over the bed and my arms. I hear you walk over and wrap your arms around my waist pulling me back up into the kneeling position. "This is a lovely surprised Moin Chiot."...

4 years ago
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My Perfect Valentine

It was a snowy February day. The weather hadn’t been the least bit hospitable the last few weeks. Everyone in the area was getting tired and cranky because of it. We had been seeing each other for quite some time and loved being together. Oh sure there were hard times and fights. But we always seemed to get through them. He was perfect for me, and I was perfect for him. I remember this Valentines Day in particular because I had been busy, as had my sweetie. It had been several days since we...

3 years ago
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Masters Valentine

Introduction: A romantic evening with Master. Enjoy, dont pick it to death. Sturing the pot of chocolate again so it doesnt clump I lay out the strawberries and the pineapple, to be dipped and eaten later tonight. The house has been cleaned and I had a couple of bags of rose petals make a small trail to the bedroom. Finishing up I take the small platter to the bedroom along with a long nosed lighter. Setting the platter on an end table in front of the bed ,I light the candles that Ive put...

2 years ago
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My Bloody Valentine

Jolene woke up early that morning having the symptoms that all women have that time of the month. She felt bloated, her back ached and her breasts were sore but yet she was incredibly horny! She lay in bed lifting her shirt up and exposing her 36b cup breasts. Her dark pink nipples were pert and she touched them feeling them and wanting to almost cum. Damnit, just my luck to be on my period on Valentine's Day of all days, she thought to herself. Touching her nipples gently she moaned softly....

4 years ago
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My Valentine

My name is Walter and I'm 39 years old. My niece D.J. turned 14 a year ago and she is very special to me. Every year I give her something special for Valentines, and every year I get a kiss on the cheek from her. I had been lusting after D.J. ever since she was 12, just waiting for her to be grown up enough for me to be her lover. Last year just after she turned 14 (the age of consent in our state) I decided to take her out on her first date. I knew my brother wouldn't let her date until she...

1 year ago
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My Bloody Valentine

Jolene woke up early that morning having the symptoms that all women have that time of the month. She felt bloated, her back ached and her breasts were sore but yet she was incredibly horny! She lay in bed lifting her shirt up and exposing her 36b cup breasts. Her dark pink nipples were pert and she touched them feeling them and wanting to almost cum. Damnit, just my luck to be on my period on Valentine's Day of all days , she thought to herself. Touching her nipples gently she moaned softly....

Fetish
2 years ago
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Valentines

Valentines By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction and a follow up of my Eve stories. Please read them before this as it will make for a better story. I have resurrected and old character that I loved, Thelma Vitner from "A Christmas Story," which I thoroughly enjoyed. It may be downloaded for personal pleasure all other use prohibited unless approved by the author. If you do not enjoy forced feminization and humiliation, do not read. Again, this story is not for the squeamish and...

3 years ago
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My Valentine

Please do not copy this or republish in any way without my explicit permission. Some ages, locations, and names have been slightly altered to protect people involved. Both of us in this story are eighteen years old or older. I am a new writer and would appreciate feedback. Enjoy! Also, my stories will not be in order, but are separate incidents or fantasies that I will try to say where it comes into my life. This is a recent story, and I have skipped a lot in between. This was my wish of what...

2 years ago
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My naughty Valentine

My husband was useless with Valentines Day. It was something we never normally celebrated. At 48 I had gone past caring. 28 years of marriage does that to a woman. However I will always remember the 14th of february two years ago. For that night I had the most passionate sex possible. But it wasnt with Mike. I fell for my daughters boyfriend.Lee was 19 at the time. He was a lad who was never really right for our Katie. She was lovely, polite and a studious teenager. Lee was a trouble maker....

4 years ago
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A Lifetime of Valentines

‘Happy Valentine’s Day Maddie,’ I said softly as I leaned over and kissed my wife of forty-nine years. Maddie was oblivious. Morphine did that to a person, morphine and the last stages of cancer. ‘And Happy Anniversary,’ I added, kissing her again. I couldn’t stop the tear from falling and landing on her cheek. I wiped it, but another took its place. ‘I put your roses on the credenza near the window,’ I said, sitting in the chair I’d come to think of my own over the last month. It only...

3 years ago
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My Three Valentines

I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine’s Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly’s giving nature, where she had actually cooked some chicken-fried steaks instead asking her exhausted hubby, namely me, to do something. Then again, she also used the old “Netflix...

2 years ago
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Benedicts House of Valentine

This is a Valentine’s Day contest story. Please vote. * Employer faced with laying people off in economic tough times, hires more people instead. ‘What am I going to do? I just don’t know what I should do. What am I going to do?’ After spending many sleepless nights troubled by his floundering business, ironically, it was Valentine’s Day, 2010, when Edward Benedict had an inspired idea. From that one idea, he developed his financial strategy and future business plan to have ready and in...

3 years ago
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Spank My Valentine

I was feeling very pleased with myself that Saturday morning. Valentine’s Day was just one week away and the shop was much busier than usual. I watched, from my office upstairs, as customers streamed in and out of the shop; singles and couples alike with thoughts of romance and sex. Adult shops like mine had taken a bit of a battering over the last few years. Online shopping had decimated most High Street trade over the last few years but Adult shops were particularly vulnerable because...

BDSM
2 years ago
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Jamaican Valentine

Tim had driven down so that we could fly out together. Sitting on the plane, I thought about how I had come to be here. After those great days in Chicago, he had begun calling me, and we had become close. I found him as gentle and considerate about most things as he was in bed. What was more, with a few carefully chosen images, he could light me up over the phone as easily as he did in person. Of course, I was at that point where his voice was enough to make me lubricate and begin to go there....

3 years ago
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Shellys Valentine

**Many thanks to Aries77 for a great editing job!** Shelly Landford said goodbye to her best friend, Lisa, and set the phone into its wall-mounted base. Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she stepped over to her back door and peered through the small square window. She shook her head. Lisa is crazy for going on a night like this.’ Shelly grimaced with her thoughts. Bar hopping just isn’t worth the risk. That is exactly what she’d explained to Lisa when her friend had tried...

1 year ago
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The Long Awaited Valentine

6:59 AM on a Sunday morning. Elisa giggled as she curled up under the plush comforter, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. This was the first Valentine’s Day in twenty-nine years that she was spending it with someone whom she really loved. It was Robby Jennings. Her college sweetheart. They parted company when both were in their junior year, citing different goals, dreams, and the usual difference in ideals when you are learning about yourself. But she never forgot him. She grinned as she...

2 years ago
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Maud Comes for Valentine

© Naoko Smith 2016 Grateful thanks to Bramblethorn, and to Bramblethorn’s wife, for reading and commenting at very short notice on the story and helping out with suitable suggestions for young Victorian ladies’ wardrobe items and sports activities. I had the idea for this story when I read on the Authors’ Hangout that doctors used to use vibrators in Victorian Britain to cure hysteria in upper class ladies. It was said that the vibrator had been invented because doctors were getting an early...

3 years ago
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Karmas Valentine

Hailey aka Karma was working on Valentine’s Day because she was one of the few dancers at Enticing Nights who actually didn’t have anyone to spend the day with. While getting ready for what was sure to be a slow shift since a lot of dancers didn’t show up, the owner Devon Cander walked in. ‘Where is everyone?’ he asked in a deep sexy voice she loved so much. ‘Not here.’ she replied sarcastically. ‘Smart ass.’ ‘Yeah, but you know you love it.’ ‘You do have a fine ass.’ he commented in a...

3 years ago
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SS Valentine

[author’s Note: this story starts slow and ended up longer than I expected. There is no graphic sex, hence the reason it is posted in romance. Thanks for reading and please enjoy.] Frank Johnson was a drone – one of the many thousands of worker bees that commuted into Manhattan each morning to toil with the others. His contribution by itself was insignificant, but together all the individual parts made up the whole that was the engine of prosperity. Frank was one of about 2000 people who...

4 years ago
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Genie Valentine

“I’m sorry, Baby.” Brushing a few strands of her auburn hair out of the way, Lee kissed Lynn’s forehead and smiled. “It’s okay. I’m just going to the store, and he’s been pretty good about that lately. It’s a pain to get him dressed for such a short trip, but I’ll live.” Her voice right on the edge of a sob, Lynn softly said, “I hate it. I can’t do anything to help. I just feel worthless.” Trying to suppress a sigh, Lee held her hand for a moment, squeezing it. “You’re just having a rough...

4 years ago
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Diamond Valentine

Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own. “Thanks for doing the dishes tonight,” she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next to...

1 year ago
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Amys Valentine

It had been a long time without sex. Too long. Life had been busy lately and it was time to set things straight by ridding themselves of all their pent up sexual desire. Amy booked a room at the Hotel Del Coronado for Valentine's Day, with no other plans than to fuck her lover all night. She packed all the tools she would need for this adventure; her lingerie, her bullet, and her new vibrator that Eric had purchased her on a recent trip. Stockings, heels, garters, and fishnet. It was just one...

BDSM
4 years ago
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Diamond Valentine

Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own. “Thanks for doing the dishes tonight,” she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next to...

Group Sex
3 years ago
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Diamond Valentine

Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open.Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own."Thanks for doing the dishes tonight," she said as she sat down on the bed.He climbed in next to her...

3 years ago
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Perfect Valentine

Linda had planned a great night in so she had said. We had not been on the same schedule for some time and it was a long time since we had time to had any time to enjoy each others bodies. A nice intimate dinner and she hoped with the right mood that it would get a whole lot more intimate as the night progressed.I had got the call that everthing was ready and when I arrived in the dining room there she was. What a surprise, a new dress, electric blue and very tight fitting showing of her ample...

3 years ago
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Being my sons Valentine

As I woke up in my bed and turned to avoid the light coming from a window in the room, I found a rose bouquet on my night stand. I was amazed to see that, and I grabbed it. It had a card too.I read that card. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom. From your loving son, James,” James was my step-son. He was nineteen years-old; a good looking young guy. He was tall, short hair, and had nice body. After the death of his dad three years ago, he decided to go to hostel while I took care of business. He had...

Incest
2 years ago
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An early Valentine

You tell me to be a good girl and go to the bedroom, take off all my clothes and wait for you. You tell me to light the candles and not to lie down, but to sit on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread wide. You come in some minutes later, shirt open, no pants, caressing your cock, playing with your balls. You tell me to watch you get hard, but I am not allowed to touch you or myself, I am to keep my hands on the bed where you can see them.You stroke your cock faster and faster, telling me to...

3 years ago
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A Very Special Valentine

It was Valentine’s day and when Sarah got home from work and opened the door to her apartment and saw the rose petals, she knew her fiancé, Dan, must have something special planned. Sarah followed the trail of rose petals and she knew they would lead to the bedroom.When she got to the bedroom, she expected to see Dan naked on the bed or something but there was nobody in the room that she could see. Sarah decided to change into something sexy for when Dan did get home. Dan liked it when she...

Threesomes
2 years ago
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Genie Valentine

"I'm sorry, Baby." Brushing a few strands of her auburn hair out of the way, Lee kissed Lynn's forehead and smiled. "It's okay. I'm just going to the store, and he's been pretty good about that lately. It's a pain to get him dressed for such a short trip, but I'll live." Her voice right on the edge of a sob, Lynn softly said, "I hate it. I can't do anything to help. I just feel worthless." Trying to suppress a sigh, Lee held her hand for a moment, squeezing it. "You're just...

3 years ago
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Diamond Valentine

Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own. "Thanks for doing the dishes tonight," she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next...

4 years ago
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Toby and Jo Valentine

This is a Valentine's gift to my beautiful mate, she agreed to let me put it up here for some odd reason. I'll probably write more down the road and for an idea of what the characters look like I put descriptions in another file called Toby and Jo. He could feel something was different the moment he came in the door, of course the scent of his favorite scented oils might have been the first indication but there was also the feeling he only got when Jo was going to pounce on him from some...

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