Live in Babysitter ( Part 2)
When she finally got it out of the box, Marie asked, “What is it Mrs. Walker!?!” “Here, let me help you child,” Audra said, “see how this fits around your waist and buckles right here in the front, this small vibrator slips into this sheath which allows it to remain inside of your vagina as long as you wear the harness!!!” Marie held the leather contraption in her small hands, while her vagina immediately flooded itself as she thought of herself being constantly stimulated by the little hummer!!! To the delight of both Audra and Payton, Marie asked softly, “May I try it on now, ma’am?!?” “Of course you may, dear,” she replied, “but before you do, Mr. Walker and I have one more request of you!!!” “Anything you ask of me, I will do my best to comply,” Marie replied!!! “Well,” Audra went on, “we both feel that since you are like a daughter to us, we want you to start calling us mommy and daddy, is that okay with you!?!” The young blonde, with tears streaming down her face, threw her arms around Audra’s neck and gushed, “Oh, mommy and daddy, thank you for choosing me as your babysitter!!!”
What it looked like was a leather jock strap with a special opening for the vibrator, so Audra helped their sitter step through the leg openings and then carefully pull it up to her crotch until the vibrator was pressing gently against her vaginal opening!!! “So far so good,” Audra said softly, “okay now, honey, let’s slowly insert the vibe into your vagina. Audra gently spread Marie’s pussy lips with her fingers and slowly guided the vibe into her tight little cunthole. “Good, now how does that feel!?!” asked Payton. Even though it was just a relatively thin cylinder of plastic and only three inches or so of it were inside of her pussy, Marie made a slight gasp and a nod while Audra finished adjusting the harness to obtain a perfect fit!!!
Hearing their babysitter moan was all of the answer they needed. Audra hugged Marie and held her close to her chest as Marie began to climax.. Audra could feel the young girls muscles tightening as an orgasm over took her. Her legs shook and her hips were thrusting wildly as she moaned.
“Oh, Payton, we are the luckiest two parents in the whole wide world,” Audra said with a wink and a little perspiration dripping from her brow. “How do I look,” Marie asked while doing a pirouette in the middle of the room, “it feels fabulous, thank you so much!!!” It almost looked like a pair of oversized black bikini panties, with a special sheath inside that held the cute little hummer in position!!!
Marie was just getting used to the sensation of having the vibrator in her vagina, when out of the blue the little hummer started to vibrate all on its own, which of course nearly caused little Marie to have an orgasm right there on the spot!!! “Oh my,” she moaned, “h-how di you turn it on, I’m almost there already!?!” It was then that Audra held up a small remote that could turn the little vibe on or off, and vary the intensity of the vibration. “Now,” Audra said softly, “let’s see you put that mouth of yours to some use,” as she hiked up her dress to reveal her pantiless vagina, “and give mommy a nice tongue job!!!” Marie’s nostril flared as the aroma of her Audra’s vagina wafted through the air.
Audra’s large lipped hairy pussy was like a magnet to Marie’s hungry mouth, and in a matter of seconds, she had attached herself to her employers clitoris and hungrily dipped her tongue deep into the big muff like it was nectar form the gods!!! “Oh, Payton,” Audra sighed while she leaned back and luxuriated in the sensation of having the butterfly like tongue working up and down her crack, “she has the nicest mouth, she’s such a good little babysitter don’t you think!?!”
Live in Babysitter ( Part 3)
“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied a little hoarsely. Payton had unzipped his pants and began fisting his hard erection while watching this sweet young devouring his wife’s twat. “She is quite the little cunt lapper, Audra panted!!!” “Payton,” she asked softly, “Marie seems to like her new gift, and I was just thinking, maybe I could get one too and both of us could lie side by side and orgasm together. “That’s wonderful idea, dear,” he replied, “sort of a girl bonding thing!!!” “Ohhhhh myyyyyy,” Audra gasped, “I’m very close now, oh yes, darling, do your mommy’s fat pussy with your lovely tongue, you’re a real cunt lapper for you mommy aren’t you!?!
What made little Marie the happiest was when she could make Payton and Audra happy. So when she heard Audra’s moans intensify as an orgasm over took her, it caused her own vagina to convulse hard several times and leave her shaken and spent, with her mouth still on Audra’s dripping wet pussy. Gently Marie gave her soft kisses up and down her dripping crack and purred like a kitten as she licked her clean. !!! Audra caressed her babysitter’s cheek and sighed, “You make mommy so happy, little one, now be a good little girl and go suck daddy’s big penis for him.
“Okay,” Marie submitted. She knew after watching her eat out Payton’s wife he would be quick to cum. “I think he’s really close to having his climax,” she mumbled. After giving her employer’s vagina one last lick, Marie scooted over to her Payton’s chair. She pulled herself up on her knees and lowered her lips down over the head of his throbbing cock. She slid her lips down the length of his shaft till she could feel him in the back of her throat!!! Her head bobbed up and down as she fucked him with her mouth. She looked up at his face, and while locking eyes with him, twirled her tongue around the head of his cocks until he ejaculated huge spurts of hot sperm into her eager mouth!!! Then pulling her mouth off his sticky dick she asked sweetly, “Was that good?!?” “Jesus, yes,” he gasped, “it was one of the best climaxes that I’ve ever had, but I guess I say that every time you blow me, darling!!!
Audra got up and took Marie by the hand to the kitchen for some milk and cookies, after which, all three of them headed off to the bedroom to get some sleep. As they climbed the stairs, Marie gave each one of them a hug and said, “Thank you for the wonderful present, you’re the best employers a girl could ever have!!!” Both Audra and Payton looked at each other and almost in unison replied, “Thank you honey, and you are without a doubt, the best babysitter any two people could ever hope for!!!”
The end.
Babysitter Grows Up (Part 1)
As a young boy Debbie was my baby-sitter and my strongest crush. Every time my parents went out for the evening I would literally jump for joy knowing that I would be spending the evening with my favorite gal. Our age differences seemed huge when I was only ten years old and she was fifteen. As the years passed the gap between us began to fade.
Eventually I became old enough to be left alone and my parents quit hiring Debbie to care for me. I suppose my parents expected me to be happy, that I was old enough to be trusted on my own but on the contrary. I was devastated that their decision would put an end to the late nights I spent alone with Debbie. I missed her so much one night I tried to phone her while my parents were out. Unfortunately her mother informed me that Debbie was also out, on a date. So that was it I thought, just like that our paths had split and my whole world was turned upside down. It took me many months to get over her and I thought about her often, but I never tried to reach her again.
Years went by and my memory of Debbie nearly faded blurred out by the affection of other women. Then just when I least expected it I saw her. It was my eighteenth birthday and my best friend Ronnie took me to a strip club to celebrate my transformation into manhood. I sat at the bar and watched as one naked woman after another flaunted her body in my face. Ronnie whistled and taunted the ladies as he slipped them dollars bills from his pocket.
I looked up as the sound of high heels on the bar alerted me to the next sexy lady moving in our direction. Her long brown hair spilled over her breasts as she pranced towards us. She looked like Debbie I took off my glasses and cleaned with my shirt before taking another good look. It really was Debbie and she looked even better than I remembered her. All the old memories came rushing back as I peered wide eyed at her naked body. She turned her back to me, squatted down and seductively rubbed her pussy over the top of my beer glass. Then she stood and faced me my hand trembled as I looked up at her hairless snatch gyrating in front of me.
I handed her a five dollar bill and she slipped a note into my sweaty hand. ‘I’ve missed you’ the note read, ‘meet me in an hour out front’. I clapped and tipped the other ladies for their effort but all I could think about was Debbie. I was so anxious to see her I went out and waited twenty minutes before I needed to. After several minutes she emerged fully dressed with an embarrassed grin. “I always hoped I would see you again but I didn’t expect it to be like this,” she said with a nervous laugh slipping her arm around my shoulder. “‘Well I certainly didn’t expect to see you like that either,” I admitted. Debbie led me by the hand to her car, I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t care.
Jimmy held his cock straight in the air and seemed to offer it to her. “Put your hand on Jimmy’s cock… feel the cock dat’s goin’ to be inside your white-ass cunt… when Jimmy feels like fuckin’ you.”
Chelly started to quiver and shake all over. How her hand reached out was a mystery. Her fingers grazed the throbbing cock just before they wrapped around the massive shaft. It was so hot that it stopped her breathing while she got used to the intensive heat.
Suddenly his left hand reached out and he grabbed her right knee. She let out a gasp of shock and surprise but did not move away. Jimmy caressed her knee, and then shifted his hand up a few inches. He caressed and lightly ran his fingertips across the burning flesh watching her face contort into many different expressions.
Then he moved higher and his fingers caressed the middle of Chelly’s milky thigh. Her heart kept beating faster and faster with each inch Jimmy’s hand rose higher. All of a sudden her head rolled side to side and her eyes closed tightly afraid to look at his smirking grin.
Jimmy’s hand slithered higher until his fingers felt the enormous wetness. Chelly did not know if her legs were strong enough to hold herself upright any longer. They felt weak and began to tremble when his finger pushed hard into the growing wetness. Her breathing was merely loud gasps of air and Jimmy was reassured by Chelly’s lack of any struggle.
He had to repeat his next command. “Take off the blouse… let Jimmy see those beautiful white titties. Jimmy wants to fuck those tits and rub his cock all over them.”
Never in a million years could this be happening to her, Michelle thought. Her fingers vibrated like crazy but that did not prevent her from removing the prim and proper blouse. She stood before the man still afraid to look at him.
His order was direct and explicit. “Now the fuckin’ bra… no white slut’s tits should be covered with a bra… take it off.”
It made Jimmy smile knowing his newfound woman was obedient. Chelly slowly stripped the confining garment and she stood before him naked above the waist. He ogled the succulent breasts and dearly wanted to feel them. But that would have to wait, he thought.
Chelly could feel Jimmy’s fingers at her waist and knew what he was up to. In an almost teasing fashion, he slowly undid the waistband and let the skirt fall to the floor. He stared at the sheer white panties and could not remember a sight so sexy or seductive.
When his fingers touched the elastic waistband of her thong, Chelly sucked in her breath, as if to give him more freedom. He chuckled watching her body shiver at his touch. Slowly to make it more tantalizing, he lowered her panties to the floor. From his vantage point, Jimmy could barely see between Chelly’s legs but he noticed there was abundant wetness.
“My dear slut… Jimmy don’t like hair in his teeth… so we’re goin’ to shave. Shave all dat ugly hair and make your pussy worth eatin.” He watched her face twist in agony at his request but knew she was his captive. “Git your ass on the bed so we can make your pussy worth fucking.”
His demands and orders were the most demoralizing things she had ever heard. No man could talk to her like that and get away with it, Chelly thought. But why was she laying on the bed, she wondered?
Chelly was vaguely aware of what he was doing. Magically, Jimmy had a razor in his hand and some lotion, which he was spreading over her pelvis. Her mind raced for answers and then Chelly felt absolutely silly by thinking that Jimmy must have gone into her suitcase without asking. Suddenly she thought of the dire consequences of being shaved. How would she ever explain it to Ryan?
She glanced down at her midsection watching Jimmy’s hand glide with perfect dexterity over her flushed skin. Stroke by stroke her flesh turned reddish and then back to a pretty white. He did not even have to ask her to spread her legs. Once all the hair was shaved from her raised pelvis, Chelly knew to open her legs so the man could finish the job.
But Jimmy wanted to play with his beautiful white slave. He noticed the pretty pink tip of utopia peaking out of the puffy labia. Ever so tenderly, he managed to graze the little pearl with his finger every second or two, as he shaved her clean. Chelly tried hard to remain still so he wouldn’t miss and cut her, which merely added to Jimmy’s enjoyment.
Suddenly Jimmy’s finger dipped into the puffy hood and he tweaked the key to Chelly’s universe. She couldn’t watch anymore. Chelly pinched her eyes closed just as Jimmy pinched something that was smoldering turning it into a raging inferno. Out of the darkness, Chelly heard his damning words. “Are you cumming… are you cumin’ for your black daddy?”
She thought it was impossible but, no, she was creaming all over his rotten fingers. Jimmy kept his fingers inside the narrow slit and did not give Chelly a moment’s grace, as he squeezed her throbbing clitoris.
“Dar… now the white pussy is clean… clean enough to eat,” he whispered diving into the fiery crack. Jimmy literally threw the razor across the room and he instigated Chelly’s awareness of multilple orgasms. When his hot mouth closed over her honey hole, Chelly thought her head would explode. His damaging tongue swirled around the tiny clit rolling it inside his mouth and he battered it like he was possessed by the devil.
Chelly didn’t know what had come over her. All her senses and logically being, which she always used, was sudden gone. She arched her back and dug her fingers into the soft bedding trying to survive the man’s onslaught. Every stroke of Jimmy’s tongue robbed her of more sanity until she was a lost child.
All of a sudden Chelly was a white slut. “Oh gawd… oh gawd fuck me… fuck me you bastard. Fuck me you bastard,” she moaned without holding back. “Oh gawd… I can’t stop… I can’t stop cumming in your mouth. Fuck… eat me you black bastard.”
The smile on Jimmy’s face was suddenly coated with womanly juices. He drank from a fountain that overflowed so fast he almost choked. His big, strong fingers dug into her luscious ass holding Chelly’s hips in the perfect cunnilingus position. He nibbled on the raw clitoris giving Chelly the orgasm of her life.
When the last violent spasm rocked her body, Chelly collapsed on the bed. Her body was like a rag but that would not last long. Suddenly, Jimmy was lying on top of her and she could feel the obvious stabbing between her legs. He threatened to ram his oversized cock into her without any concern for her well-being. “Oh gawd… it’s too big… gawd you’ll kill me. Please not so fast… too big… too big.” Her pleas were music to his ears making Jimmy overly excited.
He wanted to take his time and Jimmy was good at his job. It was a job to him and he managed to make enough money to have a good living. Making starved white women happy and sexually satisfying their darkest secrets was worth money. The women were only too glad to give him money so it made both parties happy. The moment he spotted the white goddess enter the hotel lobby, Jimmy knew she was ripe. Chelly radiated that special sexual air of wanton lust and he set his target on her immediately.
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Suddenly Chelly looked down at a large, red mark. “Oh gawd, no… no please no. Don’t put marks on me… my husband will see.” Jimmy loved making it more agonizing by ensuring he tattooed his sluts before sending them home to their pathetic husbands. Chelly could see her dilemma did not have a serious affect on Jimmy and she gave up. The man put two hickies on each boob before adding a couple on her slim tummy. When he sucked one into the top of her velvety thigh, Chelly thought she would die. Her husband would see that and know someone had marked his territory like a rabid dog.
All of a sudden nothing mattered to her except the consummation of a lifelong dream. Chelly let the black man do whatever he wanted knowing that eventually a black man would own her pussy.
“I like my white sluts to talk… talk dirty to Jimmy. Tell him how to fuck her white pussy,” he whispered in her ear.
There was nothing else to do but obey. “Please… oh please give me… make me your white slut. Gawd… your cock… your black cock is so big… fuck me you black bastard.” Chelly’s hips rolled and thrust upward attempting to achieve heavenly bliss. She had never wanted or craved anything so badly in all her years. She could feel the head of his big prick leaving wet marks all over her thighs and crotch but not where she needed it.
Jimmy was ready. He stretched out so that he could put his lips next the Chelly’s ear. “Spread your legs wide… wider slut. I think it’s time for a white slut to feel a real cock… a black cock… what’cha think?”
She spread her legs and suddenly her heart stopped. The flared head was between her delicate petals threatening to invade her faithful spirit belonging to her husband. Chelly knew there would be no turning back but that did not stop her from surrendering her soul to a stranger.
Jimmy gave a small thrust embedding two or three inches or raging meat inside her inferno. Each felt a truly special bonding and Jimmy held motionless allowing the tight opening to stretch. He felt Chelly’s pussy gripping him with the most powerful muscles.
Chelly’s chest heaved from ragged breathing and all of a sudden Jimmy thrust with his powerful hips. When her cervix was speared by the thick, steel rod, it opened like a budding flower. Chelly’s world opened to a new beginning. Soon Jimmy was moving in and out slowly but at a rate that sucked-up all of Chelly’s remaining willpower.
Her shattered emotions must have remained on the highest plateau after the previous orgasm and the mountainous peak was not far above. All of a sudden Jimmy had freedom. In and out he pumped inserting the head of his black tool into the womanly furnace each time he drove his hips downward. Chelly started bucking out of control like a little schoolgirl and it made him laugh out loud. “Dat’s it slut… cum all over Jimmy’s cock and show him what a white piece of trash you are,” he whispered bitting her ear at the same time. “Jimmy loves it when his slut cums hard.”
All Chelly could think was that she was making the man happy. Satisfying his desperate needs while at the same time receive the ultimate rewards. It was the second time within an hour that an earth-shattering climax rocked her world. She could not remember coating a cock with so much cream and receiving so much joy.
“Here it comes baby… Jimmy’s balls are going to empty and fill your box with black seed,” he moaned almost hissing his drastic comments at Chelly. She clung to Jimmy, as if he was her savior, and relished nothing more than to make him happy.
They both collapsed in each other’s arms with their sweat running onto the sheets. Jimmy could not keep his hands still and kept fondling the sexiest body. The affair far surpassed anything he imagined or hoped for when he saw the sexy, conservatively dressed woman enter the hotel. ‘Holy sweet fuck,’ he realized, ‘she’s actually feeling my pecker.’
Chelly’s small dainty hand was snuggled between the sweaty bodies and her fingers were securely wrapped around the dwindling shaft of Jimmy’s cock. He rolled his hips back slightly enabling her more room to grope his manhood. She squeezed, then deftly stroked, and then tenderly ran her fingers up and down the softened penis. Even in such a deadened state, his cock seemed overwhelming and fascinating.
She did not intend to prolong the sinful affair but sometimes things get out of hand in a hurry. Suddenly she felt a twitch, then another and another until her fingers brought the dead to life. It was not truly stiff but the prick was magnificent still the same.
Jimmy started kissing her neck and her chest while lingering on two of the most attractive breasts he had ever seen. His tongue coated the soft globes with wet saliva and suddenly licked the ends until they stood erect. He shifted his body over Chelly’s upper torso and devoted his loving attention to the glorious nipples. His tongue worked magic and licked each bud in turn so that both turned extremely hard.
Chelly was well aware that he tattooed an extra hickie on her boobs but she really didn’t care. Then he began a slow, enticing nibbling of her nipples and all she could do was put her hands around his rugged, whiskered face. All of a sudden she knew there was more. She was about to surrender again without any reservations to a complete stranger who somehow controlled her spirit.
There was not need to speak but she did anyway. “I love… love you. I love you… oh gawd you make me feel like a woman. Gawd, my tits are so throbbing… so yearning for your mouth,” she moaned in between gasps of air. “Oh gawd no… your fingers are touching me… down there and it feels so good. Oh gawd, when you touch my clit like that… I can’t stop. Gawd, I think I am going to cum… cum.”
Jimmy couldn’t believe his dumb luck. He was not about to spoil such a good thing so he used every bit of skill and experience making the white woman content. Her legs were thrashing wildly on top of the bed and he caressed and squeezed her love button non-stop. Suddenly he got a fit of inspiration. He grabbed Chelly’s slippery body and quickly moved her until she hovered over his lap.
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Chelly looked down and she couldn’t believe Jimmy wanted her to do. His penis was fully rejuvenated and it was quite apparent he wanted her to suck it. She wasn’t overly enthusiastic at giving blowjobs but suddenly the urge to satisfy Jimmy filled her with animal lust. He purposely slapped her face with his cock and enticed her to suck it.
Chelly wrapped her dainty hands around the thick shaft holding the bulbous head against her lips. She didn’t know if it was the result of Jimmy thrusting his hips or if she pulled the cock closer, but suddenly it was inside her mouth. The only thing in the world Chelly wanted at that precise moment was to suck the black stiletto.
The blowjob would forever be in her mind and whenever she performed one in the future, she would cherish this one. It took a long time before Jimmy was ready but Chelly was up for the long battle. She pumped her hands up and down the extended shaft and pulled the foreskin back and forth over the flared head. Every time the head was left free, she sucked it deep into her mouth in a fucking fashion, which worked to destroy Jimmy’s stamina.
She fucked the big cock with her mouth and when the first blast of lava hit her in the face, she gobbled the head into her mouth sucking for all she was worth. Jimmy emptied his nuts into her mouth and Chelly managed to swallow all the vile cum until there was only an empty reservoir.
Chelly thought the night was over. All of a sudden the shocking reality hit her like a paralyzing dream. Jimmy pushed her flat on the bed turning her onto her stomach with a stern twist. He moved his body between her legs and pushed her limbs to their widest reaches. Suddenly be began licking the crack of her ass from her waist all the way to her vulnerable pussy slit.
Jimmy delayed when passing over the most delicate areas. His tongue darted outward when he reached her asshole and pretended to be a tiny penis. When he reached her slit, he again used his tongue like a penis and embedded it in the soaked honey hole. Then he twirled the swollen clitoris like it was a toy and nibbled it until Chelly squealed with joy.
All of a sudden he put both hands to good use. His left hand found the puffy pussy lips and he finger-fucked the aroused woman. His right hand caressed the cheeks of her ass until his middle finger found the tightest hole. Luckily his finger was coated with abundant lubrication and it was easy to enter the dungeon. With both fingers fully embedded to the last knuckle, he decided to bring an end to Chelly’s suffering. He licked the crack of her ass like he was starving and couldn’t get enough to eat.
The lust returned and again Chelly proved she was not the same woman who entered the lonely hotel room. She could see the crest of another orgasm and reached out to attain the ultimate pleasure. Climbing the hill to ride the highest rails, Chelly teetered on the edge, as the orgasm threatened to consume her entire being. When the bombs exploded and the climax washed over her soul, Chelly submitted herself to become the consummate slut.
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When she woke, Jimmy was gone. She had passed out after the infinite orgasms and suddenly Chelly believed that a woman could achieve multiple climaxes. Sadness crept into her head but she was still very drowsy so it took a few minutes before everything cleared in her mind. See looked at the clock to see it was almost morning and time to get ready for the days training session.
With a swift jerk, she thrust the blankets off her chest. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of numerous dark, red marks. Slowly, she lifted the blankets off her lower torso. A whimper of agonizing horror escaped her throat at the sight. She no longer had any hair and her pelvis appeared more childlike than that of a mature woman. Then she noticed the brightly colored hickies and she swore. “That bastard… he put that one beside my pussy so Ryan would see it. And he put the one on my thigh so Ryan would know a stranger possessed his wife’s love hole.”
Chelly hesitated getting out of bed. She tried desperately to think of what she was going to tell her husband. Ryan was a very forgiving husband but how could he ever forgive such immoral adultery, she wondered?
THE END
Pai Seh this one will be the last story for tonight cause not feeling well .
Why Don’t We Do It In The Road
I had been looking forward to the first day of rifle deer season much as I used to look forward to Christmas when I was a kid. It always falls on the first Monday after Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania and is a bit of a state holiday. Many schools close because a large number of students from junior high up, as well as many teachers, will be in Penn’s Woods that Monday and not in the class room.
At the last minute a client from California pretty much insisted that I be available Monday to go over his account. I tried putting him off and even carefully felt him out about having a different company representative meet with him. The account meant a lot to the company, which in turn made it very important to me. For the first time since I was twelve, I spent the first day of deer season inside. I accepted that I would have to go to our hunting camp Monday evening, thus missing all the camaraderie we hunters enjoyed the day prior to hunting. That meant I would be behind in beer consumption and money lost at poker. With luck, I would be able to catch up on most of that lost time, beer, and money on Monday evening.
To that end, I packed my hunting gear into my pick-up truck, tossed a case of beer in the back and hit the road for the three hour trip to our hunting camp in Bradford County. My wife, Barb, had left a note telling me she was going to be out with a couple of her girl friends and wishing me luck on my hunting trip. I wasn’t fooled. I knew most wives were more than happy to have us guys away from home for the first week of deer season. It was like a small vacation for them.
I was an hour away from home just as twilight turned to darkness. As I followed the twists and turns of Route 6, I saw the service van in front of me smack a beautiful buck and bounce it back to the side of the road. Even as I braked, I saw another deer, a doe, bounce off the side of the van to drop near the buck. I pulled onto the shoulder of the road and, using the headlights of my truck, I looked at the unfortunate animals. The buck had a beautiful eight point rack with a span of almost two feet. The doe was considerably smaller. Both were dead as last year’s dandelions.
I made my decision immediately. I pulled my tags out of my hunting jacket and filled them both out and put them on the deer. Then I loaded them in my truck and turned and headed for home. I had to get them someplace where I could field dress them before their bodies became too cold. The process would only get more difficult and far more noxious, the longer I waited.
I stopped at a buddy’s old barn about two miles from home and proceeded to turn on some outside lights. Then I field dressed both deer. As I worked on the buck, I admired his antlers. He was far and away the nicest buck I had ever tagged. It occurred to me that I had an excellent opportunity to win the big buck pool at my hunting club. I debated the moral issue that could arise over the fact that it was actually road kill and not taken during the hunt. I quickly dismissed any qualms that crept into my consciousness.
The rule was the biggest rack on a legally tagged buck. I qualified. Besides, I had never come close to winning the pool before. This was my time!
I decided to return the few miles to my house to clean up and change my clothes. No matter how many times I worked on deer, I couldn’t do it without getting blood on my shirt and jeans. I tossed the deer into the truck and headed home. My tags were full and I suddenly had no reason to be in a hurry to get to camp. It would be too late for much beer drinking or card playing by the time I pulled into the camp.
At least I had secured my tags properly on the game animals, I thought as I pulled onto the dead end road that led to my house. I had seen a friend of mine fined big time because his tag had fallen off the deer. The local district justice refused to accept that the deer had been properly tagged and that fate had intervened to blow the tag off the animal.
The judge’s name was Ray Parker and he took pride in being known around our town as the “hanging judge”. He only handled petty legal stuff and law suits amounting to less than ten thousand dollars, but he was a pompous ass. Barb was on fairly friendly terms with the asshole’s sister. Still, I knew better than to think that would do me any good if I found myself in front of the prick for some hunting or traffic violation.
It was after eleven when I pressed my remote to open my garage door. The house was totally dark, so I assumed that Barb was already in bed and probably asleep. I was surprised to see that I couldn’t pull into my bay. There was a new Lincoln sitting in my spot! Barb’s Jeep was in her usual place. As I walked around the Lincoln, I felt the hood and it was cool to the touch. The car had to have been parked there for some time. The keys were in the ignition.
I quietly entered my house. I stood still and listened. The house was dark and very quiet. With more than a small amount of dread, I climbed the stairs that led to the bedroom area. As I approached the master bedroom, I heard loud snoring. I had been sleeping with Barb for twenty-five years and she had never snored. My gut started knotting up.
I walked through the open doorway to the bedroom. There was enough moonlight to make out two human forms on my bed. Then I wondered why the hell I was sneaking around my own goddamn house! I reached over and flicked on the light and waited for the shit-storm that would follow. Neither person even flinched. Barb was sleeping naked with her hand on a man’s prick. He had a round beer belly and a lot of hair on his stomach and chest. I reached down and pulled the pillow off his face.
It was the fucking hanging judge himself! Ray Parker was sleeping in my bed with my wife’s left tit in his soft little hand! It’s funny what goes through a man’s mind at times like this. I found myself outraged that my wife had welcomed such a miserable asshole into her bed. Shit, she and I both knew a lot of guys that I would have preferred to have ripping off a piece of her ass from time to time!
Then I saw the empty wine bottles on the nightstand. Small wonder turning the bedroom light on had bothered them not at all. They must have drunk and fucked themselves into a stupor!
I went downstairs to get my deer rifle. The next time that fucker woke up, he’d be dead! As I dug around my truck for my rifle and shells, I started thinking about my situation. The husband is always the primary suspect. Hell, if someone else shot the prick, I would probably still be convicted for the murder, simply because I had such strong motive. I needed to be smarter than that.
Then I noticed the antlers protruding above the side of my truck. I sure as hell didn’t want to go to jail before I showed the other guys my buck, and won the pool. Parker wasn’t worth missing that once in a lifetime pleasure. Barb and I hadn’t been getting along very well lately, anyway. Why allow the bitch to ruin my life? I quickly hatched plan B and proceeded to carry it out.
I removed my tag from the doe that was in my truck and carefully placed it in the large trunk of the Lincoln. Then I dug out the old sawed-off double barrel 12 gauge shotgun I had bought from an old drunk a few weeks before he died, almost twenty years ago. I never told anyone I even had it. It was an extremely lethal and illegal weapon. I wiped it down with an old rag, so there were no finger prints on it and placed it in the trunk with the deer. I even found a relatively new pillow and tossed it into the trunk, after I ripped off that damn tag that warned that it was a federal crime to remove the fucking thing.
Then I went into the house and filled a tea pot with very hot tap water. I dug out our turkey baster and returned to the doe in the trunk of the Lincoln. I poured some of the hot water into the cavity of the deer and allowed it to sit there for a minute or so. Then I used the turkey baster to suck a fair amount of the bloody water from the corpse and squeezed it into a bowl. Then I refilled the baster from the deer body. I had already parked my truck around the side of the house.
I dug out my son’s hockey mask and put it on and went back up to my rather noisy bedroom. When Barb drank, she was almost impossible to wake up. My plan would work better if she remained asleep, but I was ready to wing it if it became necessary.
I removed Parker’s clothes from the chair in the bedroom and hid them in a closet. I noticed his cell phone was still on his belt. Then I placed the bowl and turkey baster on the nightstand.
I climbed onto the bed with a knee on either side of Barb. Achieving this position caused me to jostle Parker slightly, but he kept snoring. I pulled the buck’s heart out of the baggy in which I had placed it when I dressed the deer. Sometimes the guys at the camp like to pickle them and have them with beer and crackers. I had never developed a taste for that particular organ.
I opened the leather snap that held my hunting knife in place and unsheathed my blade. Then I poured the blood from the bowl on the sheets and on Barb’s tits. It’s amazing how little blood it takes to make it look like a crime scene. Barb reached up and sort of rubbed her left tit a little as the liquid quickly dried. Then dropped her hand back down to her side.
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I emptied the bowl and placed it back on the table and picked up the turkey baster. I pointed it at Parker’s face and moved it to about four inches from his snoring mouth. While holding the heart in one hand, I squeezed really hard and squirted the bloody water all over Parker, with some of it entering his mouth and forcing him to choke. I quickly put the baster down and picked the knife up and began running the point over the heart in my left hand.
I watched Parker out of the corner of my eye as I cackled like the wicked witch of the North. He sputtered and suddenly sat bolt upright. He looked at the heart in my hand and then at Barb’s bloody chest as he coughed up and spit out the blood he had ingested. He let out a gasp. Then I swung my mask covered face to look at him.
That was all it took! He was out of the bed and down the hall like a rocket, I had all I could do to reach the garage as he was opening the door to his car, stark naked.
“You’re next, Mother Fucker!” I yelled as he slammed the door and peeled out my garage door.
I went back up stairs and placed Parker’s clothes back on the chair. I did remove his cell phone and dropped it into my pocket. I took the time to dig Barb’s phone from her pocketbook and slid that into my pocket as well. Then I took the bowl and the baster down and put them in the dish washer with the rest of the dirty dishes. I turned the dish washer on and went out to my truck, after turning off all lights and closing the garage door.
I was only a few miles down the road when I noticed a big Lincoln sitting along the shoulder. It occurred to me that there must be some truth in the old theory that a pound or two of sugar in an automobile’s gas tank would have disastrous results. Half a mile beyond the disabled car, I spotted what appeared to be a naked man trotting down the highway. As I got closer, he turned and sprinted over the bank and out of sight.
What sort of sick, crazy bastard would be running around naked in late November in northern Pennsylvania? I clearly saw my duty. I picked up Parker’s cell phone and dialed 911 and reported the disturbing sight I had just witnessed. I neglected to leave my name. They would have to rely on caller ID to determine just who made that call.
Less than an hour later, I drove by the location where I had seen the two deer killed earlier that evening. I picked up Parker’s cell phone and dialed my home number.
The call went to the answering machine the first time I called. I hung up and rang my number again. Barb picked up on the fourth ring this time.
“Hello? Is something wrong,” asked Barb with a normal amount of concern when you get a call in the small hours of the morning.
“Turn on the light and look at what’s left of lover-boy!” I hissed into the phone.
I waited about ten seconds and then I heard a primal scream. Barb must have seen the blood and found the heart next to her in bed. At least, that was the only thing I could thing of that would upset her so badly.
“You crazy bastard!” yelled Barb into the phone. “You killed Ray! You’ll never get away with this! I’m calling the cops.”
The phone went dead in my ear. A grin washed over my face as I thought about the story Barb would be telling the police at that very moment. I pulled into the hunting camp around four AM. I hung my buck on the pole we had for that very purpose. I noticed a couple smaller bucks already hanging and chuckled to myself as I wandered into the cabin.
Old Dan McGraw was already making breakfast as I entered. He was hired to cook for the group. Then he could go hunting until the next meal was due. He slid a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns in front of me and I dug in.
Tom Burton climbed out of his bed and stepped outside to check the weather. He was gone a minute or so and then burst back through the door.
“Where the hell did you get that buck, Dave?” he demanded. “That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
That question caused a mass migration out the front door. Few things give more hope to a hunter than seeing a beautiful buck taken by someone. It renews their hope and fires their imagination. I explained how I had stopped at a friend’s around dusk the previous day. I had gone out into the thickest stand of brush and mountain laurel I could find and jumped the big boy. Then as he ran full speed through the dense growth, I had pulled down on him and fired once. The rest was history.
As the other guys pulled on their warm clothes and put on their insulated boots, I undressed and climbed between the sheets in my bunk and fell into a deep sleep. A few hours later, something caused me to awaken. I opened one eye. There in front of me, was a head with a state police hat on top of it.
“Mr. Reed? I truly hate to interrupt your hunting, but I have a few questions for you,” he stated calmly, but with no effort to conceal his sarcasm.
I looked at him for a few seconds and then sat up and itched all the places a man has to scratch when he first wakes up. Then I pulled my pants and shirt on and headed for the coffee pot.
“That’s a nice buck out there with your tag on it,” he began. “Where and when did you get him?”
“On a friend’s property. The time is on the tag,” I responded slowly. “Are state troopers doing game commission work now?”
“Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Reed. The police in Springville received a call from your wife this morning. She stated that you had killed her lover, who happened to be District Justice Ray Parker. She said you cut out his heart and left it next to her on your bed.”
“To compound the situation, Parker’s car was found abandoned about a mile from your house. A search of the automobile revealed a dead deer and a sawed-off shotgun in his trunk. There was also a pillow there with the tag removed,” added the trooper as an afterthought.
“Ray Parker’s body has not been found, yet. It’s only a matter of time, Mr. Reed. Why don’t you make this easy and tell us where you put Parker’s body?” insisted the trooper.
“Wow! You guys are good,” I chuckled. “Skip all the CSI bullshit and get some dumb asshole to confess to a murder when you don’t even have a body, a motive, or a weapon.”
The trooper held up my hunting knife, which was in a plastic bag, and waved it at me as he spoke, “I think I have the murder weapon right here, Mr. Reed. Jealousy is the oldest motive there is. Not many men are very happy when they learn their wife is a round-heeled slut. All we need is Parker’s body and we’ll have all we need to send you to prison for a long time.”
“I’m more than a little disappointed in the various law enforcement agencies dealing with this situation,” I chuckled to the surprised trooper. “You make a flawed conclusion and then try to prove that it happened. Then you try to get a confession about what really didn’t happen, rather than finding out what actually happened and following the clues to wherever they lead.”
“The last I saw of Ray Parker, he was running out through the woods naked. I’m not sure why. It could be that my ritual of thanking the hunting gods for granting me a trophy buck made him a bit queasy. That and seeing me in the very room in which he was sleeping with my slut wife might have sparked some sort of irrational, guilt driven fear, which in turn caused him to run naked out of the room,” I surmised.
“If Parker is still alive, why was there a heart in your bed,” quizzed the cop.
“As I stated, I have a ritual I go through when I am blessed with the taking of a large buck. I kneel in my bed and hold the deer’s heart up in thanks. Then I place the heart in my place in bed as a sign of appreciation and respect for the hunting gods,” I added with reverence.
The trooper’s walkie-talkie phone thing made a ringing noise at that moment. He stepped outside and spoke in hushed tones for a few minutes. Then he came back inside.
“Ray Parker was found a half hour ago, wandering naked through the woods. A couple of hunters found him and pointed him toward the road. I guess once they realized who he was, they refused to give him any clothes or guide him out of the woods. They told him they were there to hunt, not to pack fudge,” grinned the trooper.
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I thanked the officer as he returned my knife. He asked me to stop in at the local police station and give a statement. I promised him that I would as soon as I finished my week’s hunting. I crawled back into my bunk.
Friday afternoon I stopped at police headquarters. They were some pissed that I waited that long to make my statement, but that was no skin off my ass. It seems that Ray Parker accused me of making him believe that I had cut Barb’s heart out. He further asserted that I had planted the deer and shotgun in his trunk and I had even gone so far as to ruin his Lincoln.
“I have the right to practice worshipping the gods of the hunt in my home,” I told the cop asking me questions. “If he isn’t comfortable with my rituals, he really should stay the fuck out of my bed. Then he wouldn’t come into contact with them. As far as the deer and the illegal gun are concerned, I’ve sat in his courtroom and heard him tell people that they were caught red-handed, and that anyone would lie to avoid taking responsibilities for their actions. It’s time this dumb shit stepped to the plate and took his medicine like a man. I know nothing about any deer, gun, or his fucking ruined car. He has hundreds of enemies. Didn’t the trooper tell me that he had a pillow with the tag removed, too? That’s a federal crime. Check into it.”
Friday night found me sleeping in my own bed at home. I felt the bed stir and woke up to find Barb sitting on the edge of the bed near me. She hadn’t been around when I had gone to bed.
“I guess you know that I called our kids and told them to lock their doors? I told them you had gone berserk and killed my lover and they had to call the police if you showed up at their door,” began Barb.
“I did hear something about that, now that you mention it,” I admitted slowly.
“Perhaps you’ve even heard the rumor that I called the police and told them that you had cut Ray’s heart out and left it lying in our bed,” continued Barb as I nodded in agreement.
“I guess you heard that Ray is being charged with some sort of firearms law violation and has been ticketed for transporting an illegal deer, and for hunting without a license,” continued Barb. “The assistant DA even tried to get him for removing the tag from a pillow, but I guess that’s legal once the pillow has been sold.”
“No shit?” I responded in surprise. “You can remove those tags once you pay for the pillow? I guess the same would be true for mattresses, too? I never knew that.”
“That seems obvious, Dave. That was a new pillow and now it’s all bloody and nasty, along with all the linens and pillows that were on this bed. You didn’t have to try that ploy. Ray’s ass was in enough trouble with the other stuff he’s accused of doing. I’m surprised he didn’t have crack and prescription pills in his trunk, knowing your temper.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Barb. That Parker is one bad-ass dude. I never would have guessed he was into so much illegal shit. Then I never guessed he was banging my slut wife, so what do I know?” I replied.
“You won’t be happy with that slut next to you for very long, Dave,” complained Barb. “She’s been married a couple times and wasn’t able to keep her legs closed. She’ll be spreading them for someone else the first time you turn your back.”
“Well, Barb, I’ve come to accept that to be true for many women. The difference is, I don’t expect any better from Doris. She’s a slut, but she’s a great fuck. Look at these tits!” I exclaimed as I pulled back the sheet covering the sleeping woman. “I told you a long time ago that if I ever caught you cheating on me, I’d be in your cousin’s pants in a heartbeat. You were warned, so don’t whine. It doesn’t become you, Barb.”
“You got me back good, Dave,” admitted Barb. “Ray Parker was the only man I ever cheated on you with, and that was only a couple times. By the time Doris steps out on you, we’ll be even, don’t you think, Dave? I’ll sleep in the guest room until then.”
“I was staying with Susan, but she, my only daughter, made it pretty plain that she thought I was a horrible slut. I never should have called our kids to tell them to lock their doors. They never would have known about my stupidity with Ray,” mused Barb. “You never would have told them, would you, Dave? You always had a thing about never bad-mouthing me to our kids. You got me to do it myself. I have lost the respect of my husband and my children, all over some pompous asshole. What are you going to do now, Dave?”
“Wait for you to leave the room, then wake up your slut cousin and fuck her ass off,” I responded with a grin.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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The Apple Tree
Michael grumbled at the back of class. He hated this class and had no idea why he chose to take environmental studies. Actually, he was told that the reason to take this class was because it was an easy course and since his math and science courses were difficult and time consuming, he needed an elective that was easy. Michael tried to stretch out in his seat, but it was impossible. He was six and a half feet tall and these chairs were built for midgets, or those five feet tall. As the professor went on about their next assignment, he couldn’t help but stare down at the girl in the front row. She was definitely cute. Michael had always gone for the petite cute girls. She had short ringlets in her blonde hair and wore jeans and cute low cut tops. As Michael daydreamed about the girl in the front row, he didn’t even realize that class was over. He grabbed his things and walked towards his dorm.
The college was one of the largest in the state and he loved it. The weather was great almost year round and the dorms were actually nice. He was in third year and was given a single room, which he loved. It wasn’t that Michael was anti-social; it was just that he liked his space. As he walked down the steps of the building, he saw a large congregation of people. There was lots of noise and he realized it was another rally. He rolled his eyes as he scanned the crowd. The school had just proposed a new program, starting the next year, in climate change. It was the first in the state and although some thought this was a great idea, others were opposed to the program, stating that global warming was just an excuse for the government to spend money on things other then healthcare and education. Michael saw that this rally was actually a gathering of both groups and he saw that going around the group would be his best idea.
He moved quickly through the loud noise of people and before he knew it, was pushed into the crowd. He was tall and muscular so was able to get away, but then he glanced and saw that the police were called. “Oh great” he thought. The last thing he needed was to be mixed up with the environmental crazies. He quickly pushed through the crowd and suddenly felt someone grab his hand.
“Pretend I’m with you.”
Michael glanced down and saw the cute blonde from his class was holding his hand.
“Quick. We’re walking from class.”
“What?” Michael was trying to process what she was saying and really had no idea what she meant.
“Just walk!” Michael walked quickly through the quad towards his dormitory. When he glanced back he saw that some of the protestors were getting arrested. “Wow”, he thought, “Glad I wasn’t stuck in that mess.” Once they were far enough away from the crowd, she let go of his hand.
“Thanks. You saved my butt.”
“Huh?”
“You always this dense? I’m Avalon. If we hadn’t looked like a couple just randomly walking through the crowd, I would have probably been arrested. The school is sick of the freaks starting protests. We’re trying to prove that global warming really is happening. When the police come, they just arrest whomever they can get, no matter what side they are on.”
“Oh.” Michael processed what Avalon had said and then looked down at her cute face. She was probably five feet tall and from his height, he could look straight down her shirt. Her breasts were creamy white and he could see the edge of her pink bra. He must have been staring a while because he felt a pain in his side.
“Stop drooling.” Avalon had punched him in the side lightly and had a big grin on her face.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s O.K. So do I get to know your name?”
“It’s Michael.”
“Hi Michael. So do you want to be partners for the assignment for class?”
“Huh?” Michael was sounding more and more like a babbling idiot and he had no idea why. Well actually he did. Avalon was getting cuter by the minute.
“What assignment?”
“Oh my goodness! Do you sleep through all of Professor Wing’s lectures? We have to do a radio ad for Earth Day. Talk about something that concerns us about the environment.”
“Oh.” Michael couldn’t get past answering in one or two word sentences. His brain was slowly going to mush.
“You always this talkative?” By this point they had made their way across the quad and were standing in front of Michael’s dorm.
“Sorry. Sure we can be partners. When do you want to work on it, Avalon?”
There, he was able to put together a sentence with more then three words. He of course was looking into her beautiful brown eyes instead of her gorgeous breasts.
“How about tomorrow night around eight? I’m not one to go bar hopping on a Thursday night since I actually have a class on Friday morning. What room are you in? I’ll come over.”
“Sounds great Avalon. I’m in room 101. First room on the right when you go up the stairs. The first floor doesn’t really count as a level. Don’t ask.”
“I love it. You can tell me why tomorrow. Bye.”
And with that, Avalon made her way down the path towards the other dorms. Michael made his way to his room and began working on his calculus homework. He loved math and before long was lost in the mystery of formulas and calculations. When he went to bed, his last thought, before falling asleep, was Avalon’s soft breasts.
The next evening, Michael paced his room. She was five minutes late and he was getting worried. He was never this nervous around girls, but she was different. When there was a knock on the door he jumped, but then went over to answer it. Avalon was standing in the hallway with her books.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Avalon walked in and after taking off her cute pink sandals, she sat up on the bed.
“So what does your name mean?”
“Huh?” Michael sat down across from Avalon.
“Your name. My name means apple tree. That’s because I was conceived under an apple tree and anytime my parents want to drive me crazy they tell that story. Parents aren’t supposed to have sex.”
“Oh. My parents named me Michael cause it was the most popular name the year before. They said they didn’t want to name me something weird and get me teased for the rest of my life.”
“Something weird like Avalon?” Avalon was grinning and biting her bottom lip.
“Yeah actually.” Both of them giggled and they got to work. Avalon knew so much about Earth Day and spent the next twenty minutes educating Michael on the celebration.
“So what do you want to do the radio ad on? What topic? I was thinking global warming. I think it’s appropriate since that’s how we got together, meeting at a rally. It will be a cute story to tell our children.”
Michael stared wide-eyed at Avalon. They weren’t on a real date and she was talking about kids!
“I’m joking. God you’re uptight.”
“Sorry. You’re just way too cute.”
“Oh really?” Avalon bit her lip and leaned over to whisper in Michael’s ear. “How cute?”
“Cute enough to kiss.” And with that, Michael kissed her. He didn’t know if she was single. At this moment, he didn’t care. She crawled into his lap and fit perfectly sitting on his thighs. His cock was pressed against his jeans and when she started grinding against him, he couldn’t help but moan.
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