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Introduction: Just toolin' along hummin' a song

Country roads take me home; I’m humming the John Denver song, the radio’s off, I’m

making my own music like I do a lot of the time when I’m driving. When I take off on a

journey it’s always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when I’m cruising during

the day I’m with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road

it’s always Denver.

And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle

but it’s not taking me home, I’m in the west part of Missouri really not heading

anywhere in particular, I had a vague notion of turning north in Kansas, wandering

through the Dakotas, but maybe not.

I like the backroads of America, the interstate system is great if you want to get from

point A to point B the fastest but they’re homogenized. Florida to California, Perkins

Pancake houses, McDonalds, Denny’s, the same everywhere but I’m not in a hurry to

get anything but a story, my names Will Forester but my nom de plume’s Joe On the

Road, I’m a freelance writer looking for human interest tales. Country towns, mom and

pop restaurants with Blue Plate specials, two chair barber shops, road side diners,

two eggs, sausage and home fries for $2.95, that’s where I get my inspirations.

So Mutt and I are rolling along, I haven’t seen another car in over twenty minutes when,

at the furthest reach of my headlights something appears in the road. My first thought

was, deer, but, no, this seems to be an apparition, ghostly in white. I slow, no, no ghost

either, it’s a girl and she’s running toward me, waving me to a stop.

“Help me Mister, you gotta help me,” she pleads as she throws open the passenger

door. She stops and screams, she’s just met my traveling companion, Mutt.

Mutt’s a mongrel with a lot of pit bull in him; he’s wandered onto my land and into my

life five or so years ago. He was still a pup, someone had probably dumped him. I fed

him and he adopted me; now he’s my constant companion, he’s my buddy and my

protector, I trained him; the command “Go” unleashes sixty-five pounds of unrestrained

fanged fury.

“Mutt, stay…you, jump in back,” both obeyed.

“Go Mister, just go,” she begs.

“Whoa, gal, what’s the matter,” I ask.

“They shot my daddy now they’re after me, just go.”

Through the open window I hear the distinct grumble, Harley Davidson’s, firing up.

“That’s them, that’s them, go, please they’ll kill me.”

I went; I figured I could get the whole story later but her fear was real, washing off her in

waves.

Turn here Mister, turn right here. It was a gravel road; I turned, drove a mile or so and

pulled over.

“Mutt, in back, you come up here, let’s hear what happened.”

After dog and girl switched I asked, “Ok, talk to me.”

“They shot my daddy now they wanta shoot me.”

She stopped, I waited for her to continue, she was mute.

I reached over and patted her on the back, “You’re safe now.”

“No I’m not, not half.”

It poured out, “My daddy cooked meth and sold it to a biker gang, when they came; I

was in the bedroom, I couldn’t see but I could hear. They had a hellava argument,

accused daddy of shorting them; daddy musta reached for his gun ‘cause I heard one

of them scream at him, put the Goddamned gun down then there was two shots. I was

climbin’ out the window, one of they said, fuck, he’s dead, let’s get out of here. They

came out the front door, I was almost to the woods when one of ‘em seen me, he took

a shot at me then come runnin’ but I got away.”

Everything had happened so fast I really hadn’t gotten a good look at her before, now I

did. She was a teen, maybe f******n or fifteen, she was wearing a long night gown,

there were scratched on her arms and face and her bare feet were bloody.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a little,” I said as I reached back and got my first aid kit, then

I’ll make a call, we need to find a sheriff’s deputy.”

“Oh God no Mister you can’t call the law, they’s a whole gang of them, the rest of them

will get me for sure.”

She was going back into panic mode.

“Ok, just settle down honey, let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll decide what to do.”

As I swabbed her cuts with sterile antiseptic wipes I asked, “You got a name?”

“Unhuh, I’m Kari, how about you.”

“Joe, just call me Joe.”

“Take these, Kari,” I said as I handed her two ibuprofen and a water bottle, she wasn’t

feeling it yet; adrenalin, but her feet would hurt in a little while.

“Now where do you want to go?”

“We gotta go back to the house.”

“Girl, are you nuts, why the hell would we do that?”

“My Momma’s back there, we gotta get her.”

“Huh?” My intelligent reply.

“She was in the outhouse when them guys came, they never knowed she was there.”

So, a right turn then another and another, gravel roads, country roads ‘til we hit the

mcadam again.

“Here, turn here,” she directed me.

It was a shack, tumble down porch, unpainted, dead flowers in pots, uninviting

desolation, Kari got out and ran to the porch.

“Momma, you in there, Momma, Momma,” she yelled.

A voice answered, “I’m out here Kari, in the barn.”

Kari ran that way, Mutt and I followed.

“Momma, this is Joe, he’s gonna help us.”

We were standing at the entrance of the barn, even in the dim light of the moon I could

see she was terrorized, she had a club in her hand though, she’d fight if it came to that.

I could smell the chemicals, too; his lab was in the barn.

Mutt heard it first, the low rumble of a single motorcycle engine, oh shit I thought, they’

re coming back.

“In the barn, everybody in the barn, give me that and hide,” I whispered.

I took her club, it was an axe handle, no blade damnit, but good solid hickory, I called

Mutt to my side and put him on alert.

He got off his scooter, “Yoohoo, Cassie, come out come out where ever you are,” just

like in Ollie Ollie oxen free but this was no game, he had a gun in his hand.

He checked the house first, I hoped he’d give up but, no such luck, he headed for the

barn.

He was a step inside, “Go,” I turned Mutt loose, he hit him low, all sixty-five pounds of

bad attitude, I swung the axe handle. Damn, just like in Little League with my Louisville

Slugger, I caught him flush in the face and followed with a chopping stroke; he toppled

to the ground, I called Mutt off.

I checked him, his pants were ripped, his legs bleeding, his nose was flattened,

splayed across his cheek but worst of all was his bashed in skull, there was no way

he’d survive. I picked up his gun, I noted it was a .357 Colt Python, and stuck it in my

belt.

“Gals run in the house and get some things but make it quick, we need to move it.”

I jumped in the Cherokee, Mutt took the front passenger’s seat, his perch and we

waited.
I had to give it to them, they were quicker than any woman in my experience, they ran

out in under two minutes. Cassie, I now knew her name was Cassie, had her purse

with some clothes stuffed in it, Kari had hers in her hands, shorts a top and tennis

shoes. They climbed in the back seat and I headed back the way I’d come, I’d seen a

little roadside motel back around twenty miles, I figured we’d get a room then decide

what we were gonna do next.

I had to ring a bell; it was after midnight so it took a little time for the old guy that ran the

place to open the door.

“I want a room for one night,” I said.

He looked over my shoulder, saw my red Jeep and saw the two women in it.

“Thirty-five dollars, cash,” he said as he handed me a key, “Take four, down there,” he

pointed.

I pulled up in front of the room, gave Cassie the key and told them to go in; I wanted to

park around in back so my vehicle couldn’t be seen from the road.

I took the first aid kit with me, Kari’s feet might need tending then me and Mutt rapped

on the door, Kari opened it a crack.

“It’s me,” I started to say but Mutt had already forced his way in.

Cassie was sitting on the bed, Kari sat beside her, “Ok ladies, what now, where can I

take you?”

Kari answered, “Away from here Joe, we ain’t got nowhere to go and we damned sure

can’t stay around here. They’s a pretty big gang, them bikers, they’ll find us sure.”

I glanced over to Cassie.

“She’s right Joe, we can’t stay around here, Kari and me both saw ‘em, they’ll not want

to leave no witnesses.”

Ah hell, I though, I can’t abandon them and I didn’t want to read some news on the

internet about two dead gals being found out in Missouri; tomorrow, first light we’d

head down to my place in Florida.

“Let’s get some sleep; you two take the bed,” I stole one of the pillows and laid down

on the floor, Mutt curled up beside me, and I’m glad he did.

‘Bout three maybe three-thirty he woke me with his low growl, he’d heard something.

I sat up and listened, now I could hear it, the throaty rumble of idling motorcycles, I

peeked out the Venetian blind.

There were four of them, one guy was off his, was walking to the office door, the other

three were still astride. I figured it would take a few minutes to get the old guy up,

maybe with a little bit of luck we’d get away; I knew for sure the old man wouldn’t lie to

those rough bastards to protect us.

I shook the gals awake.

“Quiet, grab your things, we gotta go out the window, they’re out there.”

They heard the motors, too.

I stuck the .357 in my belt; I’d slept in my jeans; opened the window and used the

remote to unlock the Cherokee.

“Get in the back and don’t slam the door,” I said as I boosted Kari over the sill. Cute

butt, I thought, I had my hand on it.

“Come on Cassie,” hers was too bony.

Mutt followed, then I climbed out, the dog was waiting at the passenger door but I

didn’t want unnecessary noise. I let him jump in my side, slid in and fired up the engine;

I hoped that they wouldn’t hear it over their own.

I had the .357 but I damned sure didn’t want a gunfight, there was four of them, no

doubt all armed. Now I’m a pretty good shot but, at night, with a pistol I’d be lucky to

get three of them even from ambush, probably only two; then there’d be five more

dead bodies for the coroner to deal with and me and the girls would be three of them, I

idled along behind the dumpster and hit the highway.

The full moon provided enough illumination; I kept the headlights off ‘til we were a mile

away.

“Ok ladies, you can shut the doors now,” I said as I slammed mine and switched on the

headlights.

I picked up US 65 and headed south, through Branson, Missouri and down to Little

Rock where we went through a McDonald’s drive thru for breakfast.


I wanted a lot of miles between us and Missouri, we took US 65, out of Arkansas south

into Louisiana. I’d seen it before but the girls got a kick out of it, there’s a town and it’s

got a water tower like lotsa small towns but not many are painted with the picture of a

vampire bat, yeah, the little Louisiana burg of Transylvania. We continued down to

Vidalia then crossed the Mississippi at Natchez, hit US 61 down to I-10 and headed

east.


Now I like country roads but like I said from point A to point B the Interstate’s the way to

go. So, with a tip of the cap to Adolph Hitler, yeah, that’s what I said, Hitler, we were

streaking east.

I guess I should clarify about the Hitler remark; our interstate system, although almost

no body knows it is officially the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate

and Defense Highways, Ike saw the autobahn in Germany and thought it was a fine

idea. Hitler had ordered its construction as a way to move troops rapidly, Dwight

championed it here. We were on our way from point A to point B at seventy miles per

hour; the cruise control was set.

I’ve got a little place on a creek off the Ocklawaha River, about a mile upstream on a

little blackwater creek at the end of a sand road, I don’t think I was ever so glad to see

it.

“Come on ladies, welcome to my humble abode,” announced as I walked to the door,

“This is gonna be home while we try to sort things out.

My dad had been a successful surgeon. I had two older siblings, Alfred, my brother

was also a surgeon, Megan, my sister was an English prof at FSU, I was a black

sheep; I think I was also an oops baby, my brother and sister were both over ten years

older than I was.

My home had been dad’s fishing shack, just a weekend getaway place. When he sold

his practice and retired to Naples he fixed me up with a little trust fund and gave me

the deed, so it was mine, he didn’t fish anymore, it was golf, golf, and more golf.

I loved the place, four rooms, two bedrooms, a living / dining area and a bathroom,

yeah, I had facilities, even a shower and tub. There was electricity, not always

dependable at the end of the line but electricity and a phone line. I used the phone line

as a dedicated line for my computer, for conversation I had my cell phone; I cooked,

warmed the place in the winter and powered the water heater with bottled gas. I had

an underground tank that I refilled each year.

I showed them around.

“Y’all can share the guest room or, if you want to Kari, you can sleep up there.” I

pointed, there was a loft, there was a bed up there, just a single but mostly I used the

area for storage.

She followed my finger, “Too cool, I want to go up there.”

There’s no formal staircase, just a kinda fancy ladder, I let her lead the way, she

climbed, I followed; I thought again, cute ass, then I thought, easy Joe, she’s f******n.

I had to move a few things around, make room for her, but she was tickled, her own

private area, we made up the bed and went back down.

I got us all Cokes and sat we all sat at the table, “I’m sorry to say, I can’t feed us

tonight, all that’s here is dry stuff, coffee, flour, that kinda things.”

I clean out the refrigerator when I go on the road, like I said the electricity can be kinda

iffy, I don’t want to come to the smell of spoiled food.

“We’ll go to town in the morning, get some food and some more clothes for y’all, ok,”

but I’m gonna turn in now, I’m whipped.

I was out like a light in twenty seconds.

Groggily, I came awake the following morning to the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and

the unmistakable scent of biscuits baking, Kari heard me stirring.

“Joe, you up, Momma’s got breakfast about ready.”

“Yeah honey, I’m up,” I answered as I stumbled to the bathroom.

I was scratching my balls, not paying attention when I entered the bath; I was attacked,

being strangled, hell I fought.

I’d been clotheslined by a clothesline, someone’d hung a damned rope across my

bathroom, there was two pairs of panties hanging on it.

“Casssssie, what in the hell is this,” I yelled.

She came runnin’, “Joe we gotta have a place to dry our unmentionables,” she

seemed almost fearful.

I thought, she said that, she really said, their unmentionables, I hadn’t heard that word

since my great-granny’d passed on.

“Now I understand the need for dry unmentionables,” I answered, “But this dog won’t

hunt, you’re gonna have to use the clothesline out back.

“You go ‘head on and fix breakfast, Kari, come on, I’ll show you where the line is.”

She got the panties, I took down the rope and we went out back.

I’m safe now, my obit won’t read, “Joe on the Road” dies with rope around neck and

suffocated by panties, I breathe a sigh of relief.


“Wow Joe, this place is beautiful.”

I think so, too, like I said, I’m on a creek, there’s Federal land on the other side of the

stream and state forest beside me. I’ve got two acres, around four hundred and fifteen

feet of creek frontage and a dock with my sixteen foot john boat tied to it. Except for

my lawn and my little garden my plot is mostly pine and palmetto but there is a copse

of water oaks along side the creek about three hundred feet up stream. It’s one of my

favorite places, sometimes I just tie up the boat, and sit in the little glen, thinking about

story lines or thinking about nothing but the catfish I’m gonna catch, my dinner.

“Yeah, I think so, too,” I answer.


“Let’s eat Kari.”

I finally got a look at the house, it was spotless, they’d cleaned and mopped, dusted

and shook the rugs, I didn’t hardly recognize it as mine, and there was breakfast on the

table.

Cassie’s done good, with not too much to work with, she found my bacon grease in

the fridge, heated it, stirred in some flour to make a roux and used a can of condensed

milk to make white gravy, served over the fresh baked biscuits they make a fine

breakfast. Even ol’ Mutt’s happy; she put some in his feed bowl.

Kari cleaned up and washed the dished then we headed to town. I call it town, it ain’t,

it’s a Super Wal-Mart ‘bout ten or twelve miles down the road but it’s got everything a

town would, groceries, d**gs, clothes, you name it.

I pushed the cart, the gals did the shopping, fresh meat and vegetables from

groceries, then lady’s wear. Cassie picked out a sun dress, shorts and a three t-tops,

Kari got shorts and tops, too.

“Joe, can we swim in the creek?” Kari asked.

“Sure,” I answered.

They both got swimming suits, two piece for each of them then it was on to the lingerie

department.

A half dozen pairs of panties each, two brassieres apiece and we moved on.

Cassie was shy about what she wanted, “Joe we gotta go over to the d**g store part,

ok?”

I wheeled the cart, she led.

I hadn’t lived with women in a long time, I’d forgotten about their stuff.

They picked out lipsticks and lotions, hair brushes, tooth brushes, cologne and curlers,

deodorant and the piece de resistance, an economy sized box of Tampax, I blushed, I

ain’t never had Tampax in my cart before.

Back home we put the purchases away, I went to my bedroom / office and started

transcribing my notes, it was time to start writing, writing about biker gangs,

methamphetamines and murder. I was hardly an expert but I had two crackerjack

witnesses to interview.

When I took a break I grabbed a Bud and went out on the porch, kicked back in my

chair and thought about how things were going.

I’d finally got a good look at Cassie; I’d have guessed her to be just shy of forty. I

learned she’d had Kari when she was only fifteen. She was twenty-nine, twenty-nine,

rode hard and put away wet, but I could see she’d been a pretty girl.

She had high cheek bones, regular features with a light spray of freckles across her

nose and her strawberry blonde hair, after she’d combed it glistened, her breasts or

best I could tell lookin’ at her braless in a T-shirt were small and sagged a bit and truth

be told, she was skinny. I thought, if she’d get some meat on her bones she’d look

pretty good.

Now Cassie, she didn’t need no meat on her, she was made just about right. Like her

mom she was a strawberry blonde, freckles and all but she had a nice trim figure and

a cute bubble butt. She had small titties, I guessed around a 34A but she’d grow, after

all she was only f******n.

I’d start my interview with them after dinner; Cassie was fixin’ a pot roast.

My Christ that woman could cook, we had roast with potatoes, carrots and onions,

yeast rolls and some okra and tomatoes, she had a peach cobbler for dessert and

sweet tea to wash it all down ‘sept the cobbler, she poured us coffee with that.

Kari was cleaning up, I got a beer and asked Cassie what she’d like, I wanted to talk

to her, she said, “A beer’d be nice.”

I got one for her, “Glass,” I asked.

“No Joe, I’m a bottle baby,” in a voice I’d not heard from her, she was a little breathy, a

little flirtatious.

I told Kari we’d be down on the dock, to get a drink and join us when she’d finished.

I started with general chit chat, loosening her tongue, softening her up for the questions

I had, I wanted to know what life was like for a meth cooker and his family.

She handled my general questions, no problem but when I asked about Denny, her

husband’s name had been Denny all she’d say was that he was an evil man, vile and

hateful, truly Beelzebub of the Bible. She shut off and started to sob.

I stood and rubbed her back, “You’re safe here Cassie, nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

She stood and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, “You saved our lives Joe,

thank you.”

When Kari got there I was still holding Cassie, “Momma, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“I’m ok baby,” Cassie answered, she’d regained control of her emotions, we all sat.

But I’d seen it, felt it, she was in pain, pain for the loss of her husband, pain for the loss

of the way of life she’d known, I didn’t have that answer but she was hurting. I kept the

conversation light, talked about life on the creek, the fish and a****ls they’d see,

things like that, we talked ‘til it was time for bed.

Must have been around eleven, I was drowsing, not quite asleep sure not awake, she

crawled under my sheet, “Hi Joe,” she said.

“Cassie, you don’t have to do anything for me, you don’t owe me that,” I said.

“Joe that’s not why I’m here, I’m here ‘cause I wanta be,” she whispered as she took

John Henry in hand. That’s my pet name for him, John Henry.

“You’re a big boy aren’t you Joe,” as she engulfed me with her mouth.

Now they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, au contraire, tell him

he’s got a big dick, that’ll get ‘em every time.

I ain’t sure which swelled faster, my ego or John Henry; I’d guess ego took the lead but

John Henry caught up quick.

My God Cassie may have been a skinny little waif of a thing but she had one talented

mouth. I’ve had more than my share of blow jobs but as a fellatrix she was beyond

compare. I know, fellatrix, a damned big word for a country boy like me. I’ve got a

degree in creative writing from the University of Miami but, hey Joe on the Road’s a

country boy; I try to stay in character.

But back to John Henry and her sweet lips, Cassie deep throated me, no mean feat,

John’s nine inches long and ‘bout 3 ¾ inches around, more than a mouthful for most

ladies, Cassie let him slide down her throat then did some little humming thing, her soft

lips, her slow up and down motion, that buzz she was doing, John started to swell, I

was damn near there; and she stopped.

I looked at her, I didn’t say anything, I just looked.

“Joe, I’ll swallow the next time but I want the first one in me,” she said as she lifted her

gown above her hips and straddled me.

Like a knife though warm butter I cleaved her labia and slid in, she was hot and wet,

liquid velvet, she took all of me then paused, taking my hands she raised them to her

gown covered breasts, “Play with my titties, Joe, play with me,” as she started to slowly

post on my post.

I kneaded her breasts, they were soft with some sag, I tweaked her nipples and

tugged them a little. Cassie picked up speed.

“Oh yeah Joe, oh yeah,” she panted as she pounded on me.

I kept one hand on her breasts but slid the other under her, fondling her clitoris, letting

her ride my fingers.

My balls were about to explode, I arched my back pushing into her as she crushed

down on me. I roared, my cum jetted from me, pulse after pulse of my semen, flooding

her; she wailed her own climax, tremors rocked her body, her vagina contracted,

squeezing John in a python grip then released then grabbed as her contractions

came, one after another.

We both were spent; still she stayed on me, contracting her vaginal muscles, milking

the last drops.

She leaned forward, gave me a kiss and dismounted, “Good night Joe,” as she left the

room.

The girls had been with me for about three weeks, I hadn’t thought it’d work, I’d lived

alone, just me and Mutt, for a long time, I’d been wrong.

Oh, it was different; I had some things I had to get used to, like the bathroom.

There used to be a razor, Gillette Foamy, Speed Stick and a bottle of Old Spice on my

vanity, now it was covered, now I had Lady this and Lady that, creams, lotions I don’t

know what all and, of course under the sink that big old box of Tampax and it smelled

odd, I don’t know if it was their potions, their pee or their pussies but the air in there

was almost enough to give me a hard-on.

Kari kept the house spotless and Cassie cooked, damn that woman could cook. I’ll not

get too deeply into the sex, but I’d never had better and she came to me every night.

Me, John Henry and Mutt were happy boys and the gals were relaxed, smiling,

pleased to share our space.

I decided I wanted to do a little fishing; I dug some worms and got one of the bags of

chopped liver I kept in the freezer, the worms for pan fish the liver to bottom fish for

cats. I asked Kari and Cassie to go with me.

Cassie took a pass, she’d already started dinner but it was gonna take a while, navy

beans with a ham hock, fried pork chops, collards from my garden and corn bread

were on the menu, she’d also picked some of my cherry tomatoes, cut them in half and

was marinating them in vinegar and oil with some sliced onions for our salad.

Kari grabbed my cooler, filled it with ice, fixed a couple of sandwiches and put in some

Cokes and beers; she met me at the boat.

I had a couple of rods and the bait already loaded.

“Is Mutt gonna come,” She asked.

“’Course he’s commin’, Get in here Mutt.”

I fired up my fifteen horse Evinrude and we chugged upstream, I wanted to show Kari

my glen and I wanted to fish there.

I tied off to a tree and we went ashore.

Hooks baited, I tossed our lines in, Mutt took off into the woods after squirrels to

chase, Kari and I sat side by side on the bank.

Now, I got to tell you, not much shocks old Joe, I did a hitch in the Marines, I rode

America’s back roads, been in bar fights, thought I’d seen the elephant and heard it

all, I was grossly mistaken.

Outta the mouths of babes, “Joe, how come you ain’t fucked me, don’t you think I’m

pretty enough?”

I was slack jawed, just staring at her.

“Well Joe, why not?”

I sputtered, “Christ Kari, you’re f******n, what do you know about fuckin’?”

“More’en I should Joe, that’s for sure.”

And I finally got most of the sordid story of life with Denny.

“You know anything about meth users?” She asked.

I was doing research for my article, I thought I might have an idea where this was going

but I just nodded no and let her talk, she’d started, I wasn’t inclined to interrupt.

“Joe, it makes a man horney as hell, I mean I think they’d fuck a snake, shit, they’d fuck

a wood pile if they thought there was a snake in it.

I was home, I don’t know for sure where Momma was but she weren’t there, daddy

came in and he was flyin’, he looked for Momma but like I said, she weren’t there. He

was gonna fuck someone and there I was.

I had on a little sun dress, he throwed me on the couch, flipped it up, tore off my

panties and he ****d me. He fucked me hard, he tore me, I was screamin’, he put his

hand over my mouth and kept on ‘til he cum. Joe, I was ten years old.”

I tried to stop her, I didn’t want to know anymore but she kept on, she wasn’t looking at

me, she wasn’t looking at anything at all, just a far off gaze, looking at the past.

“Joe once he’d fucked me, well, after that it was easy for him; if Mamma wasn’t around

he took me. I recon in the last four years I’ve been fucked ‘bout a hundred times. It got

so bad he done it when Momma was there, she tried to stop him but it didn’t do no

good.

He wrecked me when I was twelve, knocked me up then got some old woman to do an

abortion, she botched it, I bled bad

I may be f******n but my pussy’s got to be around twenty-one as much wear as he

gave it.

I asked her about that, why her mother could let it continue. Her reply was, “Joe this is

my story, you gotta ask Momma ‘bout that.”

“Joe, you still ain’t answered; don’t you think I’m pretty enough to fuck?”

I stuck to my guns; no way I was having sex with a f******n year old.

“Kari, you’re real pretty, damned cute but you’re f******n, I can’t do that.”

“Why not, I know you and Momma’s doin’ it, I seen her go in your room most every

night and I hear the two of you, damnit, Joe, I’m jealous, I want you to fuck me, too.”

I shook my head no.

She pouted, pulled away and stood up.

“Screw you Joe, I’m goin’ swimmin’.”

She pulled her T-shirt over her head, no bra, shimmied out of her shorts then slowly

rolled her panties off, over her hips, down her legs, they pooled at her feet; she kicked

them at me.

For just a moment she stood facing me, hands on hips, displaying herself in all her

radiant glory and she was glorious, her small breasts were high and proud, capped

with dusky rose areolas and tan nipples, her tummy was taut, she was already

developing a flare to her narrow hips and she was a natural strawberry blonde, I’d

testify to that on a stack of Bibles, her mons veneris was adorned by light reddish

blonde curls. Not even a single Bible had a place in my mind at that moment let alone

that stack I’d mentioned, she was perfect, she was desirable.

John Henry jumped and so did she, with a parting, “Just screw you Joe, she leapt into

the water.”

When she surfaced I called to her, “I don’t know what the bottoms like here, don’t go

that deep.”

The only thing I was certain that rested on the bottom was that .357 mag, I thought

about keeping it but it was a biker’s gun, God only knows what it’d been used for, I

deep sixed it the day after we’d got back.

Now I did know there was gators in the creek but I’d never seen one here, didn’t mean

there weren’t none, just meant I hadn’t seen none. Besides, I did have my .22 revolver,

first shot was rat shot for snakes then five hollow points; I might couldn’t kill a gator but

I’d give him a damned severe headache.

I reeled in the lines, I was fishing for catfish, I didn’t want to hook a water sprite.

That’s what I saw, a nymph frolicking in the creek, she swam and then dived, her cute

bottom above the water, her tight cheeks then her slit, as she disappeared below the

surface, then up and again like a river otter, gamboling before me. She was giving me

a private show, I knew it and she knew I knew it.

I climbed back in the boat, at the rear was a padded bench I sat on to steer, I lifted the

seat, there was storage there; spare tackle, rain gear, towels and a blanket.

Back ashore I spread the blanket, sat on it and laid the towel aside; watching her

caper for my viewing pleasure. I watched.

When she got out she sprawled on the blanket beside me and grinned at me. I tossed

her the towel.

“Dry me Joe,” she asked.

I picked up the towel, to hell with my earlier reservations to the contrary, I wanted to put

my hands on her.

I dried her back, slowly, lightly, from her feet to her shoulders I rubbed her, she turned

over, “Fuck me Joe,” her eyes begged me, her voice was low and raspy, both of us

totally aroused.

“I can’t do that honey,” I said, “Your daddy fucked you but I want to make love to you,”

as I took her into my arms.

I kissed her, the sensuous kiss of a lover, then down to her breasts, her nipples were

hard as pebbles, I sucked one while I kneaded her other, tugging on one with my lips,

tweaking with my hand, I paid the each homage then moved lower, trailing kisses over

her, over her tummy, at her belly button, a little innie, I paused to tickle her with the tip of

my tongue, she gave a little shiver, I moved on down.

She was unshaven, untrimmed, just delectable strawberry blonde curls; I tugged at

them with my lips then further. The tip of my tongue parted her labia, I could see her clit,

red, engorged with the blood of arousal, its pearly tip glistened in the sunlight, I passed

over it but I’d be back.

Like a serpent, my tongue snaked along her vulva, tasting her youthful freshness, she

had a light acidic citrus taste, reminiscent of tangerines, her scent was light. At her

vagina I slowed to pump my tongue in and out several times then continued, her vulva

ended, I didn’t; I licked her perineum and rimmed her tight pink rosebud, she shivered

again, I started back.

My route was a bit different; I slicked my tongue between her inner and outer labia,

nibbling at her with my lips, alternating sides ‘til I was back.

With a finger I pushed the hood of her clit back and took it between my lips, I sucked

on her, her gem was in my mouth, my tongue flicked her tip, exciting it, exciting her.

Her body began to tremble under my attention, her tummy muscles rippled like a wash

board as her orgasm flowed down, she encircled my head with her legs, pulling me

toward her, burying my face in her, she wailed,

“Aaaaaah, Joe, fuck Joe, ooooooooh, Joe, stop, please stop, aaaaaah.”

I took my lips from her clitoris and licked her, her vagina was flowing, I licked catching

her juices, drinking from her Holy chalice, I sucked, I wanted all of her, she lay back,

limp, drained.”

I lay beside her and gave her a kiss; she tasted herself, maybe for the first time.

Her voice was quivery, “Joe, is that making love? Wow, I thought I’d died and gone to

heaven, maybe even higher, wow Joe.”

She clung to me; she now knew the difference, the difference between a r****t and

sex with someone who cares.

She spread her thighs in invitation, “Now Joe, please now.”

I rolled over, lifted her legs to my shoulders and entered her, she was right, she was

open but as I worked in she groaned, “Unnnnngh,” I was bigger than her daddy.

It wasn’t severe pain but I was stretching her, it felt fantastic, she was opening to me,

she was tight, so very, very tight, John Henry was feeding on a taut young vagina, I

wasn’t going to last too long, the friction was tremendous, fabulous but tight.

Finally I was all the way in, I stopped for a moment, her eyes were closed, there was a

pained smile on her face, I slipped a hand down, touching her and began to stroke.

“You beautiful girl, you oh so beautiful girl,” I crooned.

I was filling her, touching places that’d never been touched, It wasn’t an abyss,

bottomless, I’d found bottom, I touched her cervix, she winced then I slipped under, a

vagina stretches to accommodate, Kari’s sweet rose blossom was opening for me, I

stroked; slow, long languorous strokes, riding her high, touching her clit with every

penetration; I wanted her to cum again

I hadn’t yet but I was ready, my fingers, she rode them hard, she couldn’t last, I rammed

into her then just held her, stream after stream of my ejaculate filled this young girl, my

young girl, my new lover; she came with a whimper, several small orgasms. One after

the other then she lay still.

“Joe, can you hold me, please just hold me.” it was almost a mournful plea.

I lay beside her and swept her into my arms, she was softly sobbing as she buried her

face on my chest.

“It’s ok baby girl, it’s ok, Ol’ Joe’ll take care of you,” as I squeezed her tighter.

She was kinda snively, “Joe, I know you will, heck, you already have, you risked your

life to get Momma and me here, we’ll do anything for you, we both love you; Joe, do

you love us, can we be your women?”

She was lying with her head in my lap, kinda out nowhere she asked, “Joe, how’d you

become a writer?”

There was a little story there, there truly was.

“Baby, My daddy didn’t think I’d amount to much, he figured that spending the money

on me at a good four year school would be pissin’ money away; now, understand, he

had the money but he never figured I’d finish. He was mostly right. I didn’t have no idea

what I wanted to study, well, truth be told, I knew what I wanted to study, the campus

hotties but there was no degree to be had there.

“Will, I’m going to pay the tuition for Miami Dade Community College. It was an

inexpensive two year school. If you finish there and get your AA I’ll pay at Uof M, fair

enough?”

“Yeah, Joe, so what happened,” she was lying with her head in my lap just listening to

my history.

“Baby, I didn’t have anywhere I wanted to go, anything I wanted to do, I took the crap I

had to take but then I signed up for a course in creative writing. The prick I had for a

prof failed me, Jeff Philips was his name or something like that; anyhow he failed me, I

had to repeat the course but he goosed the bug. I wanted to write. I took the course

again and passed, he even gave me some encouraging words; said he saw some

talent, if I applied myself I might could go somewhere. I guess he saw something I’d

never seen, I don’t write like him, I do human interest and some wildlife things but if it

hadn’t been for him there wouldn’t be no Joe on the Road.

From my fine MDCC education, if I remember the quote correctly, George Bernard

Shaw wrote, He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches. It’s in "Maxims for

Revolutionists" from Man and Superman: but he was wrong, honey, Jeff can write,

mostly short stories and poems. Hell sugar, he’s got ‘bout a dozen books listed on

Amazon right now.

Anyhow, I got through the two years and daddy picked up the tab for the next two at the

University of Miami, I got my degree in English Lit but Mr. Philips’ why I write.

We’d both shared, she, well she what had happened; and me, well me why I was Joe

on the Road.

We packed up, I called Mutt and motored back, no fish but a lotta sharin’ between us.

“Kari, don’t tell your Momma what we done, ok,” I cautioned.

“”Course Joe, I ain’t gonna say nothing.”

I’m naïve, I’m male, I think only the guys talk about their conquests, I was one dumb

sombitch. They cloistered themselves in Cassie’s bedroom, I could hear them

whisperin’ back and forth but I couldn’t hear the words.

“Momma, he finally done it,” Kari whispered.

“He fucked you baby?”

“Well, I guess so but it wasn’t nothing like with daddy, Momma, he made me feel so

good, he licked me down there, Momma, I cummed like you wouldn’t believe, he made

me see moons and stars and meteorites, I thought he’d killed me, that I’d died and

gone off to heaven then, I had to damn near beg him, but he put it in me. Momma, he’s

pretty big, have you tried him?”

“Yeah, he does have a nice cock but, are you tellin’ me he ate your pussy?”

“Well, iffen that’s what you call it but it’s still down there so, no, he didn’t eat it but, wow

you wouldn’t believe what he can do with that tongue.”

“Ain’t no man never let me feel his tongue, they all want me to suck then swallow their

jizz but not one ever tasted me.”

“Momma, work on Joe, he’ll do it, he likes you and me.”

After we’d had that great Southern dinner, pork chops, beans, greens and corn bread,

we went down to the dock, it was a pretty night, not near as hot as it’d get in a couple

of weeks.

We were all just sippin’ on beers yeah Kari, too, I said, “lets sing,” figured we’d do a

couplea country songs, no, Kari started out with “In Your Arms” by Phoebe something

or another, I didn’t know the song, fact of the matter, I didn’t much care for it but then

Cassie joined in.

I just listened; the gals had pretty voices even if I didn’t like the song. When they’d

finished Cassie came over and whispered, “Joe, I wanta be in your arms, take me

fishin’ tomorrow afternoon, will ya?”

The skeeters came out, we went in. We watched a little TV then hit the hay.

Cassie was already in the kitchen when I got up; breakfast was sausages, fried eggs,

grits with red eye gravy, them great biscuits and coffee. After we ate I went in and

worked on my story, it was coming along pretty well but I still wanted Cassie to open

up, I had a daughter’s perspective, I wanted the wife’s.

When I finally took a break, Cassie was out in the garden hoeing around the cherry

tomato plants; I grabbed a shovel and joined her.

“Gotta get us some worms if we’re gonna go fishin’,” I said.

Cassie pointed, “Why don’t you spade over there? I’ll put a little winter garden in, some

mustard, kale and maybe some turnips.”

I spaded where she’d indicated but I thought; we’re makin’ some long term plans here,

thinkin’ ‘bout winter gardens and all. Strangely, I didn’t mind a’tall, I found the idea

appealing.

Cassie packed a little picnic basket, sandwiches and chips; I filled the cooler, got the

rods and loaded the boat. I was leavin’ Mutt behind today; company for Kari.

We motored up to the same spot, under the water oaks and got out.

I baited up and tossed the lines out. Cassie had changed clothes, she had on a sun

dress with thin spaghetti straps along with white sandals, she sat beside me.

“So, Joe, we gonna have a catfish dinner tonight?” She asked.

“We’re sure gonna try.”

We didn’t have long to wait, there was a tuggin’ on Cassie’s line.

“Grab the pole and catch him,” I coached.

She set the hook and reeled, it was a nice white catfish, around a pound or so.

She was getting’ ready to take him off the hook.

“Careful, don’t let him barb you,” I cautioned, so, of course he got her in the palm of her

hand.

“Let me,” I said, I unhooked the fish and put him on our stringer.

“Cassie, let me see your hand.”

Fortunately she wasn’t gored deep, more like a slice, still it would hurt.

“I wanta take care of that for you,” I said as I got the first aid kit from the storage under

the seat. I picked up the blanket, too.

I swabbed her palm with a sterile wipe and painted it with merthiolate, I couldn’t put a

Band Aid on so I just gave it a kiss, “All better now,” I grinned at her.

I got the next two fish, two yellow bullheads, around a pound and a half each.

“Well I recon we’re gonna have that fish dinner, I’ll fry up some potatoes and onions,

stew some okra and make a mess of hush puppies,” Cassie said.

Cassie spread the blanket on the grass, “You ready for lunch Joe?”

I got the drinks; Cassie unpacked the sandwiches and chips.

After we’d eaten Cassie gave me a big hug, “You’re a good man Joe, a real good

man.”

Then she sat on my lap, clinging to me like she was fearful.

I rubbed her back, “You wanta talk about it Cassie? I asked.

“Not yet Joe, not yet, just hold me for a little while.”

I sat silently for about five minutes, letting her find solace in my arms; she raised her

face to mine and kissed me, a deep passionate kiss as she eased me down to the

blanket.

Cassie laid on me and continued the kiss, our pelvises met, she ground against my

groin and John Henry woke up.

I slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to her waist,

exposing her breasts. She’d filled out, put on a little weight, they were inviting, I took a

nipple into my mouth.

Cassie’s breath caught in her throat, “Oh Joe, make love to me, please make love to

me,” her words, almost a desperate plea, a plea to be loved and cared for.

I’d developed true affection for Cassie, love? Perhaps too strong a word; at least yet,

but I wanted her happiness and I wanted her, I worked her dress over her hips and

rolled her onto her back.

My mouth was still at her breast, they were swollen with desire, her nipples like

marbles, I sucked first one then the other, her skin was flushed, dampened by

perspiration, I licked the saltiness from beneath each then kissed down her torso.

She still had her panties on; through the fabric I rubbed her clitoris, light feathery

touches, heightening her arousal.

“Jo, please, I need you in me.”

I rolled her panties off; I was going to be in her but not yet.

I’d never really seen Cassie’s body, she’d always come to me at night, in the dark,

now I could admire her.

Her mound was covered by a strawberry blonde bush, untrimmed, curly, the hair was

fine, soft, I tugged gently with my lips, teasing her, keeping her waiting.

“Joe damnit,” she moaned, she was trying to push me lower.

I skipped her clit entirely, parting her labia with my fingers, I opened her like the petals

of a rose, her coloration was deep coral, her scent rich, the aroma of an adult female

at the height of her arousal, I tasted her, slightly salty peaches, I laved her vulva down

to her tight rosebud, I pressed with the tip of my tongue, entering about a quarter of an

inch then pumped; Cassie quivered under me.

“Jooooe,”she breathed out my name.

I licked back up. The tip of her clit protruded from under her hood, glistening mother of

pearl, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, licked down her love button then sucked it in.

I nursed on her like I was on a nipple, suckling her shaft while the tip of my tongue

feathered the tip.

“Joooooooooe, Jooooooooe, Oh, oh, oh,” she wailed then panted.

Her orgasm was spectacular to feel and behold, her face formed a rictus, stretched

into a tight open mouthed grin then the tremors shook her, her tummy flexed, her

vagina pulsed, contracting, spewing her nectar as I drank her in, her luscious essence.

Cassie lay limp, drained, she thought he’d sucked her very soul from her, never, ever

had she experienced such pleasure, higher than the heavens; she had to rest.

She felt Joe lift her legs, over his shoulders, he pushed her thighs back toward her

chest and took her, deep, all the way in on the first thrust, smooth, liquid velvet, he

stroked, filling her sweet vagina, pumping her pussy, giving pleasure, taking pleasure,

God the sensations he was getting, he pumped harder, faster, urgently, he was ready,

“Oh God Cassie,” he roared as he exploded into her, jet after jet, pulse after pulse, his

scalding seed flooded her, slowly he stroked ‘til he was empty, he softened and fell to

the blanket beside her.

She rolled to him, he held her, gently stroking her back and down, her buttocks then

back up. Giving her his attention, making her feel loved and desirable, endorsing her

femininity, she was woman, she was wonderful.

“Joe, let’s jump in the creek, wash off, ok?”

In the water, they played, feeling each other, tickling, hugging, kissing, she washed

him, slowly stroking his cock, his hand was under her, fingering her, teasing her clit as

they kissed.

Back on the bank he dried her, she dried him, they returned to the blanket, she

stepped in front of him and, for the first time he saw her secret, her entire back

stippled with a criss cross of scars, thin scars like the lash of a whip.

She’d let him see.

Without turning she said, “That’s the story I wouldn’t tell you Joe. He beat me, whipped

me with an electrical cord. If I was disobedient or argumentive, he’d whip me ‘til I was

bloody. Joe, I know about you and Kari, she told me and she told me the things you

asked her about me. Yes, I kept my mouth shut ‘bout what he was doin’ with her, I tried

to talk to him, he beat me but I didn’t give up, I threatened him with the law, he said if I

ever did that he’d kill me and Kari, too; I believed him, but he beat me again just for

good measure. Come on, let’s sit down, I’ll tell you the rest of my story.”

It spilled out, all the abuse, the sadistic infliction of pain, his meth binges, everything.

When she’d finished talking she was exhausted, she lay down on my lap, across me.

“Rub my back for me, touch me, take some of my painful memories with your hands.”

I rubbed her, light circles up and down her back, touching her scars, “My poor beautiful

woman, my sweet baby,” I crooned.

She relaxed, cooing contentedly.

I let my hand wander lower, she’d filled out nicely, twin melons, perfect and ripe, I

kneaded her cheeks, she wriggled a little on my lap. I slid a finger, splitting her melons

and circled, she was tense, I felt her tighten. I used the tip of my finger, just the pad and

pressed, firm constant pressure, not trying to pierce her, asking her to let me in.

I was still caressing her back and sides with my other hand, “Relax Cassie, just let go

sweetheart, let it go, your gonna be alright.”

With a large sigh she did, the tension left her, her sphincter muscle opened to my

pressure, I slipped the finger into her, it was unlubricated, I only probed her to my

second knuckle, I just held her.

In a raspy voice Cassie quietly whispered, “You want me there don’t you Joe?”

“Sweetheart, I’m just playing.”

“Joe, I ain’t never done that but you can if you want to.”

“Cassie I don’t want to do anything with you that you don’t want done.”

“Joe, I think I want to, I want you to, it’s just I ain’t done it before and I’m a little scared.”

“We can just lay here Cassie, we’ve had a good day together, we can lie here and

enjoy each others company, each others touches.”

She reached out and picked up the first aid kit, she’d seen the small jar of Vaseline I

kept in it, she handed it to me, “Get me ready Joe.”

I did, with some of the Vaseline on my finger, I probed her back passage, she’d

tightened up again, I spoke softly encouraging her, encouraging her to relax, I added

more lubricant, stuffing her and she was ready.

I rolled her off my lap onto her back; I wanted to see her face.

I didn’t have a pillow to put under her, I rested her on my thighs, guided John Henry to

her pore, I pressed, firmly but slowly, her outer ring parted, there was resistance from

her inner ring, I kept the constant firm pressure, willing her to relax, slowly, ever so

slowly she opened, I pressed through.

“Unnnnh,” she murmured, as I entered her.

Half an inch at a time, gradually I eased deeper.

“Joe, I can feel you up in me, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just a fullness, way different than when

you’re in my pussy, you’re stretching me, I’m closer to you than I’ve ever been, giving

you something no one else has ever had, I love you, you know, I do.”

I spoke words that I hadn’t said to any woman but my mother, “I love you, too Cassie, I

really do.” I realized I meant those words, I did love her.

And with that realization other thoughts flooded my brain.

An odd time and place for a conversation, eight or nine inches of cock buried in my

woman but I needed to know.

“Cassie, can you have k**s?”

“Why you asking that Joe?”

“I might want a k**, you know, you and me.”

“Yeah Joe I can have k**s, I’m on the pill, why, are you proposin’ to me?”

“Cassie you can cook like a chef, clean like a demon, you even hoe my garden and

catch me dinner, to top it all off, you may have the world’s tightest ass, hell yes I’m

proposin’, you gonna say yes.”

“Oh I guess so,” she grinned at me.

I gave her a little thrust.

“Ugh,” settle down there John Henry, no need to get rambunctious; I said yes.”

Now that we’d gotten that little detail dealt with I got down to the business at hand, I

pumped her a little faster, a little harder.

Taking her hand I guided it down ‘til she was touching herself. I got her fingers moving,

“You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Unhuh, I’m gonna cum.”

When she started tremblin’ I started firin’, her pussy was pourin’ all over me and I was

fillin’ her back up.

When I’d softened and pulled out we lay arm in arm.

“So we’re gonna get married, huh Joe.”

“How about Kari and how ‘bout we get hitched next week.”

“You mean about you and Kari, Joe, I ain’t got a problem with that, she likes it, you like,

I ain’t gonna bitch, it ain’t like when Denny was doin’ her.”

“You’re serious about marryin’ me aren’t you?” She asked.

“Yup and I want to hang around here, get a lotta lovin’ from you, make that youngen, get

the garden started, catch some catfish, live the good life.”

“Guess Joe on the Road’s gonna have to become Joe on Blackwater Creek, an’ I’ll

work on that “Great American Novel.”

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I’m Rayna Adams and I’m what your parents would call a “bad girl”. Not that I’m into drugs or anything like that. I’m really not all that into “bad boys” either. But I like sex. I like it a lot. I think society has it’s head up it’s ass when it comes to sex. Why does it have to be this big thing, full of love, flowers, and birds singing? Ugh. Why can’t we treat sex like it actually is, simply the ability of one to give pleasure to another? So that’s why I’m a “bad girl”. I actually think I’m a...

3 years ago
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Princess Her Friend Average Joe

I had flowers in one hand and candy with a Valentine’s Day card in the other. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess,’ I said with a big smile as soon as she answered the door. I handed her the white roses, Godiva chocolates, and her Valentine’s Day card. I leaned in for my reward hoping to kiss her on the lips, but I kissed her on the cheek instead, when she rolled her eyes and turned her head before giving me a look of annoyed indifference. Had this been the first time she acted like this to me,...

4 years ago
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Carmen Leslie and Joe

I had been working late and was looking forward to a nice quiet evening at home when I saw another car parked in our driveway as I pulled in home. I wasn't sure what to expect and when I entered I didn't see Joe, but then I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I quietly walked down the hall and peeked into the bedroom. To my surprise there was Joe laying on the bed with a really attractive, nude girl laying on her side next to him sucking his hard cock. "That's it baby" I heard Joe say "Suck...

2 years ago
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The Wilmington Womans ClubChapter 2 April 1981 Val Meets Joe

Valerie, bored on a Friday night, broke with the tradition she had set for herself, and ventured out to the get-to-know-one-another dance party for freshmen students over at North Carolina State. That was the parties intended purpose, but time had altered it so that students from all four years actually attended. Val was there to get laid, pure and simple. That was why she had left Bernie back at the dorm, telling her she was going to see a movie for the fourth time, knowing it would allow...

1 year ago
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Summer with Uncle Joe

Every summer for the past few years I fly up north to help my Uncle Joe on his farm. At first it used to piss me off that I couldn’t hang out with my friends during school vacation, but I’ve learned to really enjoy my time with my father’s brother. The work was hard, but we played hard too, riding his quads or fishing or even just watching sports on TV. He’d even let me have a beer or two now and then. He’d also let me help him work on his old cars and was always quick to show me how to do...

4 years ago
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My uncle Joe

Now for the last couple of years when school is in session I have to stay at my uncle Joe's and aunt Lisa. Friday and Saturday. Because my mom works her over night shift. This past summer I stayed at my dads. So I haven't seen anyone for several months. So on Friday I walked to my aunt and uncle's h. Hi aunt Lisa. Omg you have grown. We talked and uncle Joe came in the door. And grabbed me from behind with ease. I'm only about 4foot9 And 100lbs or so. We all laughed and talked. Hey...

2 years ago
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Carmen Cucks In Front Of Joe

I had been feeling particularly horny one day and as I drove home I noticed a rather nice looking black man and my thoughts went back to my wedding night present and Melvin. I decided when I got home to call him up ( he had given me his phone number ) and have another session with in this time right in front of Joe. As I got home I walked in and saw Joe sitting on the sofa and I went over to him and standing in front of him as he looked up at me, a hard slap across his face followed, "I want a...

4 years ago
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Girly Joe

Girly JoeBy Alice Parker        ?Nope, I have answered enough of your questions.  This one is yours.  What do you keep me around for??        I placed my fork on the edge of my plate and looked at him a moment before responding.         ?You're kidding, right?? I asked, mostly stalling for time.        ?No, I am not.  I want you to tell me why YOU keep ME around.?  Joe asked with a twinkle in his eye.        ?It's complicated.?  I responded simply before picking my fork back up and stabbing at...

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The Wilmington Womans ClubChapter 26 Late summer 1984 Val and Joe

"This is a terrible connection," Val said. "Where are you?" "At the office," Joe said. "Shall I try again?" "Maybe I should call you back." "It's cheaper from here isn't it?" "Let me call you back, anyway." "Okay, good," Joe said, and hung up. She'd been dressing for dinner when he called, and she stood now in bra and panties in the master bedroom looking in the mirror at her bulging belly. Seven months along ... wow! I look like shit. Frowning with distaste at her...

1 year ago
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Fr Joe

To say Fr. Joe is no stud is an understatement. Fr. Joeis in his early 60s, thinning hair, bifocals, slim build, about five foot sixand weighing in at about 165. He looks like the quietest, most conservativeman on the face of the earth. Soft spoken and looking like a bookkeeper, Fr.Joe would seem to be the LAST man on earth to fuel any guy's sexual fantasiesor desires, but, as I found out long ago, Fr . Joe may LOOK quiet, but as faras sex goes, he turns into a raging,...

2 years ago
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Second coupling with Joe

Having left Jane & Ken to their own fun, I had this older guy for all my desires. A quick shower and I used the showers movable massage head to clean myself out as best I could. Joe joined me and I had a lot of fun lathering him up.Outside the bathroom I pushed him against a wall, dropped to my knees and went to eat his cock. As best I could anyhow. Semi hard again and I did everything I could with it. Used it to slap my face numerous times, covered him in spit and worked him between...

3 years ago
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An unusal birthday gift for joe

"OI! Little brother happy birthday." Said 19-year-old Jane Mitchell said as she brushed her long blonde hair behind her left ear as she stood in the doorway. "Hope it?s your last." She added. She then wickedly laughed as she turned and walked down the hall towards the stairs. "Yeah, fuck you too bitch." Yelled Joe back 18-year-old Joe Mitchell grumbled as he threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. "Why do I get the feelings its all downhill from here?" Thought Joe He then sighed as he...

Mind Control
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Hey Joe

Copyright© A TIME OUT OF LIFE Our platoon was pinned down by a VC sniper hidden on a hill at the end of the valley. No one had been able to get a hard fix on his location. It was Thanksgiving Day in 1965 but no one was eating turkey. We were in a long valley near the Phu Bai airfield trying to locate a Viet Cong force that had been sending harassing fire at planes taking off and landing. Earlier the lieutenant had tried to send out a small patrol and the SOB picked off two of them before...

2 years ago
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CarolChapter 4 Alexandria Comes but After Joe

Carol gave Bob a very passionate kiss goodbye at the door, a promise of what was in store for him that night. As he walked to his car Carol glanced at her watch. Joe should be here in just over 15 minutes. She walked to the front door and unlocked it as she watched Bob's car pull away through the living room window. Smiling to herself she shivered with anticipation as she walked to her bedroom and a quick shower. She lay propped up on the pillows on their big bed, completely nude, she could...

2 years ago
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Grandpa Joe

One day i was told by my family to go and stay with Joe. Joe was getting old and needed some help around the house, since i was free for two months they wanted me to go. Joe lived alone. My brother dropped me at Joe's. I hadnt seen Joe ever since he got a divorce from Grandpa. It had been years. I knocked the door and he opened the door in his towel. I never liked Joe to be honest, he always scolded me and was very intimidating. He showed me around the house, explaining the chores that need...

3 years ago
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JOE

The one thing Joe loved in life was the whores in Vegas. He made a trip there once a month to spend some time in his favorite whore house. The girls there were pretty, sexy and nasty. They all had nice big firm tits and large round asses. Tits and ass were a big attraction for him. He usually chose a different girl each time as he did love a variety. When he walked in the girls were all in the gazing room naked for the men to see and choose. Tonight he chose a young blonde that had triple D...

3 years ago
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Big Daddy Joe

Joe leaned down to pet Rex, who was jumping around the boy very excited. "Go on Rex, breakfast!" said Joe, and the dog knew what to do. He darted into Stew's ass cheeks and started licking, and the boy started moaning. "Alright you little shit, you aren't gonna be the only one with a tongue up your ass," Joe said before turning around and grabbing the back of his little boys head and shoving in between his enormous hairy ass cheeks. Joe had thicker and more hair all over his body than...

4 years ago
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Cheating on Joe

When Joe got promoted at work, he started to travel a lot more and was no longer allowed to take me with him on his business trips. I didn't mind the first couple trips, I bought a suction dildo that sticks to the wall and would take a steamy sticker shower with it every night. After several weeks alone however, I was getting bored. Joe could only talk a few minutes on the phone and usually asked me to run errands for him, the romance was dimming down. So one night after a couple drinks, I...

3 years ago
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Old Friend Joe

Introduction: Fiction based on a true story. She had gone out for a couple of drinks after work with a couple of the people that she works with. I didnt think that she would be gone as long as she had been. When she walked in the door five hours after work had ended I knew she probably had a good time. However I could tell by the look on her face when she walked in that she had been crying a short time ago. Whats wrong I asked her and she started to cry and say Im so sorry, Im so sorry. Tell me...

3 years ago
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Uncle Joe

I was fifteen when mom had to go to the hospital for quite a time and her brother Joe came to our house to stay with me. He was a handsome sexy man. He looked at my body all the time and I knew what he was thinking. He liked young girls I could tell.One night as I was asleep he came to my room to talk to me. He asked if I would let my uncle in bed with me. I moved over and made room for him. He got in and wrapped his arms around me and then kissed me. As he kissed me he put his hand under my...

1 year ago
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Thanks Dr Joe

Meeting for drinks after work seemed innocent enough but I should have known it wouldn't work out that way with her. When I walked in and I saw her at the table with three empty shot glasses in front of her I knew she was in the mood. I sat down and I must say, the top half of her looked like she just came from a nightclub and not from work. She was wearing a red dress that had a generous portion of cleavage showing. I ordered and we small talked for a minute or two but I could not wait, I...

2 years ago
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Thanks Dr Joe

Meeting for drinks after work seemed innocent enough but I should have known it wouldn't work out that way with her. When I walked in and I saw her at the table with three empty shot glasses in front of her I knew she was in the mood. I must say she looked like she just came from a nightclub instead of from work. She was wearing a red dress that had a generous portion of cleavage showing. I ordered and we small-talked for a minute or two but I could not wait, I needed to see the rest of her so...

Oral Sex
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Hobo Joe

His clothes were tattered and torn, but his face was soft and kind. His voice was soothing me as I spent my first night in the shelter and didn’t know a soul. He was known as ‘Hobo Joe’ from spending most of his life living on trains and in old abandoned shacks. He was an older gentleman, somewhere in his late 60’s. His hair was a beautiful shade of silver and was highlighted by his clear, blue eyes. He had a round face, full of ageless wrinkles and tanned golden-brown by the sun. As I spent...

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GIJoe

GI Joe is the codename for American's daring, highly trained special mission force. It's purpose, to defend human freedom against Cobra- a ruthless, terrorist organization determined to rule the world. This is how the adventures of The Real American Heroes known as G.I.Joe begin. Against an enemy as unpredictable as Cobra, you need a special group of heroes and heroines. Cobra's unpredictableness comes from the fact where other criminal organization would reject as insane or impossible, they...

4 years ago
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Big titties

All day, all I could think of was my lady big tits. Early in the morning I was watching her get ready. First she was putting on her make up topless, then a sexy bra. I couldn't stay focused at work thinking and craving her big titties. So at lunch, I sent her a text;I couldn't stop staring at your beautifully big tits this morning, now I crave and want them. Her reply;I know, it was making my pussy wet. I text back; Let's get naughty tonight!!!Her reply; I can't wait!!!I get home before she...

1 year ago
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Titties

Reddit Titties, aka r/Titties! Reddit came in out of left field back in 2008 to prove conclusively that yes, titties are in fact smaller than boobs. What I mean by that is /r/Titties is smaller than /r/Boobs in both active members and online presence. No-one knows how or why this shift in popularity occurred. After all, they’re damn near identical subs that both focus on the exact same thing. Hell, they even came out the exact same year – 2008. Still, /r/Titties missed the mark by about a few...

Reddit NSFW List
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Nipples And Titties by loyalsock

It all started as another typical shopping day at the supermarket. I wouldn't mind shopping, except that Carl and I work such long hours. I usually work at least 48 hours, and sometimes as many as 75, except for November and December, when I work more still. So you can see why I don't like spending much time on things like grocery shopping. I was mulling all of this over as I cruised the aisles, until something broke into my consciousness. A very attractive lady was coming toward me. She was...

2 years ago
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NIPPLES AND TITTIES

It all started as another typical shopping day at the supermarket. I wouldn’t mind shopping, except that Carl and I work such long hours. I usually work at least 48 hours, and sometimes as many as 75, except for November and December, when I work more still. So you can see why I don’t like spending much time on things like grocery shopping. I was mulling all of this over as I cruised the aisles, until something broke into my consciousness. A very attractive lady was coming toward...

4 years ago
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They Called Her Betty Big Titties

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all-around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company.But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties.An office isn't that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It was appropriate. She was about 5'6" with long dark hair, sexy hazel...

Office Sex
2 years ago
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Uncle Joe

I had just returned from a long solitary afternoon walk in the forest. The house looked really pretty in the snow, with its fairy lights adorning the rafters and windows. In fact, it was quite picture perfect, so I stopped to take a photo. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery...

4 years ago
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Aruni Part One Meeting Joelle

Aruni knew very little about the world. She knew what she learned up until the fourth grade, and to her, that felt like an awful lot. She knew how to spell all of the states, what a verb is, and multiplication tables. She knew how to work the DVD player, and how to jump rope to 137. But Aruni still knew very little about the world. Aruni had thick auburn hair that shined like copper in the sun. She didnt like the way ponytails felt, so her hair was always tussled wildly on top her head. It...

4 years ago
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Teenage Titties

We had all seen them poolside and every one of us had felt them at one point or another. That wasn't what the fantasy was about. I wanted to fuck them. No one had even exposed their cock to her yet but they had jacked off thinking about it more than they would ever dare to report. Man they were big. Big, round, full and tight titties on a young girl who had no idea what she had. ...or did she?...naaw! She was just an innocent big breasted teenager with curves that locked up cocks in many...

3 years ago
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Hey Joe

This is a combined story effort between DG Hear and Jake Rivers. Carl Smith has two great songs that are complete opposites in their story lines: ‘Hey, Joe’ and ‘Back Up, Buddy’ ‘Hey, Joe!’ Is the story of a guy that wants his buddy’s girl. ‘Back Up, Buddy’ is the story of a man telling his buddy to leave his girl alone. We thought it would be interesting for readers to see these stories at the same time by two different authors. We each have no idea what the other is writing. Back Up, Buddy ...

2 years ago
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Tweak Chapter Six OMG Simonne Gets Titties

Simon and his precious Miss Linda are treated to advanced and highly erotic training aids. Training aids which are guaranteed to maintain the highest level of frustration. Author's note: Although I'm posting this in serial form, I assure you, dear reader, this humble offering consisting of eight chapters, is complete. "Tweak" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2010 All Rights Reserved Chapter Six - OMG! Simonne Gets...

2 years ago
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Store Bought Titties Chapter 2

Once she was through cumming, Jacquelyn's new stud removed his mouth from her amazing mounds and moved around between her spread legs. He looked toward her pussy, the source of the wonderful aroma she was emitting. Her panties, which were silk, bikini-style with lace edging, had soaked completely through, and he could see the outline of her labia, waiting their turn for his tongue.He put his fingers inside the waistband and began slowly peeling off her wet panties. Jacquelyn smiled again and...

Cheating
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Store Bought Titties Chapter 1

Jacquelyn Manning was a stunning woman. An ex-model, the thirty-two-year-old was every bit as glamorous as she ever was. She had built a career around her looks, and now that she had a "sugar daddy", she kept those looks in top shape. Jacquelyn had made a very good living as a model, and she liked living the high life. She was quite content being her "daddy's" arm candy.While Jacquelyn had an already amazing figure, she was always a bit hesitant and insecure about her breasts. As a model, her B...

Cheating
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Little Titties and Sister

At age s*******n things felt very different in my family. My sister Jill was a year younger than myself and very cute. She had auburn colored shoulder length hair, just like our mom. Five years earlier my dad died leaving just the three of us. As Jill's older brother I felt a responsibility to help and protect her. At the same time I had fantasies about how sexy and cute she was. She had a tight little body that I could not stop thinking about.When my dad died most of the mortgage on our house...

2 years ago
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The Good Joe

The Good Joe By Margaret Jeanette Steve Jones was well liked by everyone. He was the guy you knew you could count on to help you with everything from moving to putting in a new lawn. He helped anyone he could. He was a friend to everyone who met him. At work he was known as the guy to go to if you needed help. They were on break and Sue Strom was telling Steve about her problems. She said, "I don't have room in my apartment for all of my clothes. Since I started going with...

3 years ago
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Matrix Joe

I leaned back in my chair and watched Kelli, the new girl working on Mikie. I had to laugh, she'd come to me hungry and alone, looking to join my stable of girls. Yeah, I run a stable, been crawling my way up from the streets most of my life and had finally succeeded in taking over most of the East side. We did pretty much whatever needed done, drugs, sex, alcohol, loan sharking, protection and a little freelance work. My people knew not to cross me, I hadn't made it to the top by being...

3 years ago
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How Straight Are You Joe

Way back, years before I met my wife, I was working as a contract engineer, and that meant I was moving around the country chasing work. I could have stayed in one place, as a direct employee, but I was single and the money was much better as a contractor. My first contract jobs were in places where I already knew some of the guys ... they were contractors that I'd met when they got jobs where I was a direct. And that made the transition easy ... because as I adjusted to the workload and...

3 years ago
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Playing with my first Titties true but with diffe

Well I was 17 and had a crush on my best friend’s younger s****r (Theresa). She was was two years younger. She did not drive and she knew I had a crush on her. So yes she talked me into driving her over to her boyfriends house. Obviously, I wasn’t getting anywhere or so I thought. Anyway, her boyfriend comes out and they start to make out in the passenger seat. I guess I got as a consolation prize, his s****r. We had never met, she was a bit younger than me, blonde with small tits. So they...

2 years ago
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Playing with my first Titties true but with diffe

Well I was 17 and had a crush on my best friend's younger sister (Theresa). She was was two years younger. She did not drive and she knew I had a crush on her. So yes she talked me into driving her over to her boyfriends house. Obviously, I wasn't getting anywhere or so I thought.Anyway, her boyfriend comes out and they start to make out in the passenger seat. I guess I got as a consolation prize, his sister. We had never met, she was a bit younger than me, blonde with small tits. So...

4 years ago
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You Couldnt Keep Your Eyes Off My Titties

Introduction: Reposted and edited to comply with age restrictions You couldnt keep your eyes off my titties My wife and I served as liaisons for some friends who had a small cabin for sale around the corner from us, on a dead end road. Ours was the closest house to theirs so we kept an eye on things for them anyway. Rick and Jean only used the place on occasion to entertain clients and friends. We knew about a couple of orgies theyd hosted, but had never been invited to one. (I didnt think...

2 years ago
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Cosplay Cumdump Chapter 1 Victim Of The Vixens

The first day had been spent milling around the convention hall and taking in all the sights and sounds. Micah had played beta builds of unreleased videogames, seen previews of upcoming seasons of some of his favorite anime and collected a plethora of convention swag and freebies. UwU Con was weeaboo nirvana. Even if it had only been a one day event, it would've been worth the trip. But UwU Con was a three day event and the best was yet to come. The primary reason Micah had attended was...

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Average Joes

“Absolutely unfathomable,” Ch’teek chittered, watching the screen. “How has your species managed to survive this long given your mating habits?” We were watching the latest incarnation of the TV series “Average Joe” — and as usual, the producers couldn’t leave well-enough alone and shipped in a ringer at the last minute. The handsome blond Brad Pitt look-alike swept the female contestant off her feet in record time, leaving the decent guy she was about to settle upon standing around looking...

2 years ago
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I Dream of Demie 4 A Tail and Two Titties

--- I Dream of Demie 4 - A Tail and Two Titties (MF, anal, con, lac, nc, preg) by Krosis of the Collective --- Previously, on I Dream of Demie: Hi, my name's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex. Demie kills people, but she can make herself look (and feel) like any girl I want! But is it worth it? --- Five weeks ago... Abe Sorensen walked into...

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Rub a Dub Dub Two Titties in a Tub

Hi, y’all! I’m Rosie. Welcome to my beauty bath, pussy pond, titties tub, or whatever you want to call it. I would invite you in, but this is “me time.” Now, excuse me for a minute while I prepare. Rubber Duckie, you're the one. I like to sing a little while getting ready for my bath - puts me in a relaxed state of mind. You make bath time lots of fun. I turn on the faucet so the tub can be filling while I gather my goodies. Everything needs to be just right.Candles. Check! Lavender mixed with...

Masturbation
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Cosplay

I knocked on the door of Amanda's apartment. "Hey, Jason," Amanda said, opening the door. She stepped to the side, her long brown hair flowing with her movement. "Please, come in." "What's up?" I asked as I stepped inside. I caught a familiar look in Amanda's brown eyes as she said, "I'll explain in a moment." I always hated that look in her eyes. It usually meant she had an idea. I was a part of enough ideas to know Amanda was never one to really plan things out. As I entered the...

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Cosplay Catastrophe

The Seriously Awesome Expo (SAX) has arrived! Lights, glamor, and glory await in the convention center's halls for those who can claim it. SAX is the largest and loudest event of the year for gamers, comic book lovers, and pop culture fanatics of all kinds. You name it, they've got it! Not only does it play host to the biggest names of the industry, it sponsors the fiercest cosplay competition of the year: Cos-Clash! With the massive influx of money comes massive advances in costumes and props,...

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