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Mourning Becomes Samantha, Part 3, Section 1

Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend ... and now a boyfriend!
Mourning Becomes Samantha
Part 3, Section 1

By Captain Midnight

Suggested by The Oresteia by Aeschylus; title inspired by Mourning Becomes Electra by Eugene O’Neill
 
In the style of a Greek tragedy, a woman after a shattering loss discovers a girlfriend and then a second girlfriend. But then girlfriend falls in love with a boyfriend. Another shattering loss, or …???


Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.


During the interval between our segments, I acquired a new

sponsor.

The sponsor either has not seen this program or is rather masochistic.


The sponsor made an additional request, that I welcome his little elves -- I mean, dealers of his product -- on the air. Normally I should not do such a thing with regards to my integrity, until he pointed out that I am appearing on television anyway, so what was the big deal? I therefore shall mention the dealers on the air by name …


(Picks up a huge roll of paper, breaks the seal, holds the top edge. The roll falls to the floor and unwinds toward the camera until it disappears from view.)

Number one …



(Signaled from off camera)

Oh, since we are rather pressed for time, I shall let the
sponsor welcome his own little elves -- I mean his dealers -- in this specially prepared segment.


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THE STORY SO FAR …

Samantha went from studying the Book of Daniel into the lions’ den in one devastating moment, when both her parents were killed in an auto accident. She was left with an uncle and the uncle’s wife, who put her “out of sight, out of mind” in a boarding school for teenage girls. Samantha, at age 15, was left totally adrift both in academics and in relationships. She started to break down mentally and suffer from panic attacks.

When Samantha was in her junior year, she acquired a roommate named Susan, a slightly younger but much more experienced young woman who had great intelligence and great empathy. One night when Samantha lay huddled in her bed, terrified beyond all belief by a winter windstorm, Susan crossed the room and climbed into bed with her. Susan, who had had some lesbian experiences with other students, cradled Samantha and calmed her fear, but also caressed Samantha and touched her body, and asked Samantha to touch Susan’s instead. Samantha was petrified, but eventually saw that Susan meant no harm and began to reciprocate the caresses. Slowly but surely, Susan taught Samantha the ways of love.

During senior year, when Susan and Samantha lived in separate dormitories, each visited the other almost every night. Not only did they make love, they made plans. Susan, who had a very strong grasp of academics, tutored Samantha until she could graduate near the top of her class. Susan and Samantha planned to live together as a couple.

Because Susan’s parents were very homophobic and rejected Samantha as Susan’s companion, Susan and Samantha moved far away to a coastal resort town. Susan began working as a restaurant server in a hotel-casino, while Samantha served drinks to the patrons. Far too many men propositioned Samantha and waved money at her. As a partial consolation, Samantha joined Lush Stories and wrote numerous blog posts talking about her life in recent years and what it was like to be an orphan with only one true friend.

Jean, a middle-aged mother who had joined Lush several years earlier and had written some fantasy stories, quickly befriended Samantha. Jean, herself an orphan after her parents had died of lingering illnesses, was strongly empathetic to Samantha. In turn, Samantha felt for Jean, a bi-curious woman who had been married for 27 years, had two children and a grandchild, and was adored by her husband.

The husband, Michael, wanted to see Jean have her chance to make love with a woman. Since both he and she were semi-public figures -- he was a retired Army colonel specializing in interpersonal communications, and she knew and admired many figures on charitable and political action committees -- neither were eager to have Jean have an affair with someone in her circle, and the thought of picking up a stranger was that much less inviting.

Samantha proposed that she and Susan host Jean, who lived ten hours’ drive from them in another state, for an eight-day Easter visit. Susan agreed but was reluctant. Jean, at 48, seemed incredibly old and Susan could not imagine Jean as being attractive to her. Susan saw recent photos of Jean taken by Michael, and saw the love on her face melt away the years until Jean could easily pass for a woman in her early 30s. She also spoke with Jean on telephone calls, where the two women learned they had passions for learning and for being mother figures, and also met and became acquainted with Jean’s son Jack, who became her first male friend ever.

Jean arrived for Easter. While she was taking a shower in preparation for a get-acquainted dinner she would treat the girls to, Jean felt Samantha washing her back. Jean was surprised and touched by the little gesture that was far from little. Later that night after the dinner, the three women sat in the living room and talked. Jean’s desire for her new friends became evident through gesture and expression, but she did not know how to make the first move.

Susan did it herself. She stood, took the hands of Samantha and Jean, and led them into the master bedroom. The three women undressed and lay down, Jean watching as Samantha and Susan kissed and caressed each other. Jean caressed herself, yearning to be part of the group.

Samantha pulled herself up, crawled over to Jean and gently and firmly went down on her close friend and new lover. Samantha’s tongue, fingers and nose hit all the right spots in Jean’s sexually sensitive areas, and soon Jean went over like only an experienced lover can. She reached for Susan and passed on her experience, which though entirely from male-female contact proved she had all the passion and heart of any well-heeled woman and almost any woman engaged in female-female love. The three brought each other over the top until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The following week brought much more of the same and many more special things, with Jean an eager pupil and a teacher as well. When the girls went in to their job shifts, Jean kept house and helped prepare meals, toured the resort areas, and made frequent phone calls home to Michael and Jack.

In the event, Michael and Jean set up a plan for the girls to spend a two-weeks’ vacation holiday, centered around Samantha’s birthday, at Michael and Jean’s rather palatial estate. Jean, knowing the “girls” had had few vacation trips or opportunities to see the country, planned multiple day trips to climb mountains; go to wine country; ride horses around the property, play tennis and golf; meet and befriend the neighbors (including Jean‘s grown son and primary-school daughter); and in the dark of night make even more love.

As Jean was leaving, she made one request of the two girls.

“Both of you, get on birth control.”

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To which, Susan and Samantha looked at each other and mouthed the equivalent of “Say what?” Actually, I think it was the spelled-out version of "W ... T .. F????"

There is an unspoken, but strongly held, belief that there is NO such thing as bisexuality. Look at this sample headline from Cosmopolitan magazine (the current issue; I have it in front of me as I type this): “I fell for a Woman while I was engaged to a Man.” Read through the story and you will find the female author was living with her boyfriend, happy as a lark and as active in bed with him as … well, you get the idea … until she met a woman in a class she was taking.

The two ladies went out for drinks, to the movies, held one another’s hands. If they kissed, it was a peck on the lips. Meanwhile, the boyfriend took the author on a trip to his parents’ resort cabin, knelt in the fallen leaves and proposed, diamond ring and all. She donned the ring, but continued to meet the woman -- even though, in her words, the most intimate they got was the movie rating PG, which probably means hugging, kissing and, well, that‘s it!

Off goes the deafening, B-flat buzzer for FAILURE. The boyfriend didn’t even bother to make sexual passes at the author any more; he could tell that he was to be literally at arm’s length. Four months later (March 2012) he read her diary. To put it succinctly, he was MOST put out. They agreed to postpone the wedding to “work things out.” And I will summit K2, the world’s second-highest peak and reported to be 10 times more difficult than Everest, without training, ropes, oxygen or an ice ax.

Meanwhile the author was begging her girlfriend to “come out” as lesbian. No would do. By the time she submitted the story, she had absolutely nobody to go home to and two very broken-up people behind her.

If I were the guy in that situation (or in other, fictional or factual, stories I have read), and was given the choice between having that woman as a girlfriend and taking an old-fashioned Singapore caning, I would take a deep breath and ask, “How many strokes?”

So imagine my surprise that Jean’s husband Michael would actively sanction his wife having a lesbian affair and then invite the young ladies to his and her residence for a full two weeks. What’s more, Michael said -- and would continue to say -- that he had no interest in a FMF or FFMF group sex get-together. He was OK with lying in bed while, down the hall, she and her girlfriends made sweet love together.

Actually, he had a slightly different motive and one which may have been understandable under the circumstances. Supposing he, Michael, who had NEVER been with another woman since his marriage, sampled the new dish and fell in headfirst? People who do that have a tendency to drown. In swamp water. SEE: Petraeus, EX-General David; Schwarzenegger, EX-Governor Arnold; Edwards, EX-Presidential-Sure-Thing John; Hart, EX-Presidential Sure Thing Gary; Kennedy -- name a male for four generations -- and, shortly before I write this, the man who WAS Elmo, the beloved child Muppet for far longer than some of his underage boyfriends were on this earth.

There was, however, another male in the family.

Jean once wrote a long story about her life when Michael was deployed on dangerous Army duty, talking how much she relied on her son Jack. The part about her relying on him was pure fiction. The part about him having girlfriends and her hearing him with them was factual. The part about him being happily married -- was horse bleep.

Part of this last segment was true. Jack WAS married, and had been for over two years. And he did have a child, a daughter named Autumn, on whom he doted. However, his wife bore a close resemblance to a certain Lush author whose stories get more bizarre with each reading. Not in imagination. In temperament.

Kara was the most hypercritical woman this side of -- oh, sorry, I don’t dare name her. I am not privy to the exact things she said, but I suspect they are similar to what the author said to me -- that I was a bum, that I would wind up on the street, in a mental hospital or both, that my intelligence was barely Cro-Magnon, my creativity and talent at the level of an American Idol reject -- can you see why she is not named in these sentences?

Kara applied these same warm fuzzies to everything ELSE in Jack’s life. She had become pregnant on purpose, it appeared, so that she could marry Jack and his awe-inspiring salary as an engineer, then proceeded to cut him down in every way a tongue can do it. Jack extended everything he had and was never good enough. He took, as often as possible, to going over to his parents’ house on a Saturday by himself, to take refuge.

It was a disaster waiting to happen. Jean decided to steer it to her girlfriends’ advantage.

This next section will draw flak, and perhaps rightful outrage. Jack was going to purposefully cheat on his wife -- and, as we will see, out-and-out repudiate his marriage. In a very real sense, he was going to perform the ultimate act of contempt toward her, going behind her back and pretending he didn’t do it. This is not a story of violence and none will be depicted, but being from Texas I’ve known some high-profile vengeful-spouse cases where the jury COULD NOT find the cuckold guilty of mass murder and mayhem.

So Jean took great care. Fortunately for her, Michael was very happy to help her out. I don’t know what he said, but the invitation to Samantha and Susan was made like they were close friends coming for a vacation, which indeed they were. On the night the girls arrived, Michael hosted a welcoming party and made sure that Jack, Kara and little Amber were invited. Everybody in the household knew how to cook and cook well (Susan and Samantha would take their turns in the kitchen and live up to the family standards), so they had a very nice supper and then a nice living-room chat.

As the time grew nigh for Jack and family to head back home, he went into the kitchen to help clean up his plate and asked Susan to bring in some other plates as well. He only took long enough to clean the remains off his plate and get it in the dishwasher, and to help Susan with her stack. But, in the few seconds before he headed out the door, he looked Susan in the eyes, took her hand, pulled her to him and kissed her. A peck on the cheek.

Whereupon Susan looked Jack in the eyes, pulled him close to her and gave him a kiss that set his hair on end.

Not a peck. Not a ferociously sexual tongue kiss. A heartfelt I-want-to-make-love-with-you kiss. A heartfelt I-think-I-want-to-be-your-girlfriend kiss.

We have compared Samantha to an eager-to-please puppy dog and Susan to an aloof, dignified, ever watchful cat. However, we should not stereotype them. Puppy dogs may like humans but not love them. Cats may, as some of mine do, chase humans in order to be petted, to jump in their laps, to purr and look oh so self-satisfied to outside observers and adoring to their particular pets. That pretty much will describe Susan. She had found her pet human.

Over the next several days, Jean spent the days taking the girls on day trips and the nights making love with them -- and showing them what it was like to be with a man. Oh my, she had a lot to show and tell them.

Like mothers everywhere, Jean had caught Jack in the act of self-pleasure and had observed him in the, er, throes. She had had more than the cursory “The Talk” that parents seem to find horribly uncomfortable and teenagers seem to find utterly unenlightening. She had talked to him a lot about what men felt and what women felt, and how the twain often did not meet. She (and Michael) had been forthright about their sex life and how they had learned to truly make love instead of just fuck and suck and all that jazz.

Jean had been around when Jack brought some of his girlfriends home, and had heard the reactions they (he and she) emitted. She had also laundered his sheets and had found that he was a MOST prodigious semen shooter -- when he was by himself, he could unleash a load farther than his own (tall) body length, and in volume more than the benchmark tablespoon full. Impressive, yes. Good by itself? No.

She told him about a past boyfriend who could go off that way -- and how he had hurled a whole lot more when he was drunk and trying to make a pass at her. (Hurl, in this case, means disgorge stomach contents violently. That date was her last. She then found the FAR more mature Michael and was very careful while dating him.)

Jack had fallen for the wrong girlfriend, though, and had lived to regret it. Jean was determined that her girlfriends should not feel the same way about Jack. So, night after night after night, she told them what to expect from a man. She also showed them, assuming her and Michael’s favorite positions: doggy, ostrich (doggy with her upper torso lying on the bed), missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and belly to back on their sides. She brought out her toys and showed them what Michael’s erection looked like, and also what she had seen of Jack’s (some boys are born big, after all).

She showed them how to receive Michael’s (or, for now, Jack’s) shaft in her vagina and to tighten her muscles around it so it fit just right, and how to control his thrusts with thrusts and withdrawals of her own. She showed how to hold him in place while his shaft rubbed against her pleasure centers. For variety, she showed them how to take him in her vagina and have him really enjoy it, while her mouth and hands caressed, kissed and licked the girls.

After all, Jean and Michael had spent 27 years getting to know each other -- far longer than Samantha and Susan had had for each other and exponentially longer than they had had for Jean -- and look how wonderful it felt. The old saw about sauce for the goose and sauce for the gander made sense with a bisexual female teaching her girlfriends how to make love with a man.

The time came late in the first week, just before Samantha’s birthday. That morning, Jean showed up early wearing a nightgown and robe. She explained that she had seen Michael and Ella off, and that she would go to pick up Ella at lunchtime to do some shopping for the birthday girl, whom Ella regarded as a big sister. She doffed the robe and the gown, but carefully hung them up on a hook as she climbed in the bed with her girlfriends.

After some time where the women made mutual love, the cell phone in the robe rang. Jean got up and answered it. From her conversation, the girls could tell that Jack was taking an early lunch hour and would be over before long. He had a key to the front door. Jean kissed her girlfriends. Then she handed the nightgown to Samantha and the robe to Susan, suggested they put the items on -- nothing underneath -- and went to her master bedroom to change. When she returned, dressed in shopping clothes, she led the girls by the hands and set them on the couch and chair in the front room. She waved a cheerful goodbye and shut the door.

The girls were very much aroused -- and more nervous than they had been in a long time. Each squeezed the other’s hand. Then they heard the key turn in the lock and knew it was Jack.

Jack walked in, shut the door without a word, and kissed each girl. He kissed Samantha on the nose, which made her blush, and Susan on the lips. He took each of them in one arm and gave them a group hug. Then he looked at them, in night clothes he knew were his mom’s, and knew why she had asked them to wear them.

Susan made the first move this time. She took their hands and led them to the bedroom. She took off the robe and lay down on the bed. She gestured to Jack that he should get undressed. She pulled Samantha close to her and kissed her, carefully removing the nightgown as she did so. Samantha lay on her side at Susan’s side as Susan beckoned for Jack, in all his glory, to lie on Susan’s other side and kiss her.

That lunch “hour” turned into 150 minutes, exclusive of travel time and time spent actually eating lunch. Jack had never taken a girl’s virginity before, nor had he been with two women at once. As every man remembers the woman he lost “it” to, so does every woman remember the man who first entered her very core. Not just of her body but of her spirit.

In the old days (and often today) couples conceived their first child on their wedding night. It did not happen here, but it was easy to see how it could happen: a man and a woman, going through the ultimate test of togetherness, cold be so excited that their bodies moved up their ovulation calendars and sperm counts so they would have a bond forever in an infant human being they both created.

Jack was well aware of his responsibility, and he made sure Samantha and Susan would be fond of him for the rest of their days. He took Susan first, and it was as easy as it could get. The minute Susan looked at Jack in his naked glory, she was in love with his body as well as his spirit.

Jack kissed Susan again and again, first in the I-want-to-be-your-boyfriend style and, as she responded, he transmitted the feelings his body was sending him to her with deeper and longer kisses. Susan was familiar with her body’s feelings when she was aroused, of course, but to have a man as her lover was as new to her as it was for Samantha, and Susan kissed Jack back with all her heart while also looking at and kissing Samantha with all her love and her assurance that it would be all right for her too.

Jack packed a penis that was quite large even when it wasn’t in use for anything, and remarkable when it became a lover’s great organ. He was really careful to introduce it to Susan a little at a time, pushing as far into her body as she could stand, letting it rest for a while, pulling back and pushing in more deeply while kissing her to see if she responded with love and acceptance. He also kissed Samantha to reassure her that she would be able to take him.

Finally Jack’s public bone and Susan’s touched, and he lay still inside her, feeling her all around him. Her muscles fluttered throughout her body. Susan was extraordinarily well-toned and, though she didn’t want any but her best lovers to see it, had a body that was in wonderful shape for lovemaking.

Now some of her muscles were getting extra exercise as she flexed them -- his full body against her full body on the outside, and her interior muscles against his organ inside her, all the way up to her cervix. She wouldn’t have fluttered with most men, in fact with any man except this one. She fluttered for him, encouraging him to pull out and push back into her, to see if he could build her and him as well to ever more pleasure.

By the time Susan had reached a plateau where she could hold her arousal for a long time, Jack’s body was sending him signals to make sure he didn’t spoil things for her and her girlfriend by going off too soon. He kissed her as he withdrew from her and began to kiss Samantha. It was her turn, and now arousal guided him to make it as good for her as he knew how.

Susan had been very busy with her lover and first best friend as she became accustomed to her third best friend. She had caressed Samantha’s whole body as she had caressed it for four years, giving Samantha the feel that they would always be together in spirit even as their mutual second best friend was with them.

And Susan, to tell the truth, wanted to spend time with her third best friend. A lot of time with him. The cat had found a pet human whom she totally trusted, and wanted to climb into his lap or on his chest and purr.

Thus, as Jack kissed and caressed Samantha, and introduced his organ to her virginal vagina, the feeling wasn’t the same. The puppy dog did not yet have a pet human. Or if she did, it was a different one with a different relationship, as we have already seen and will see again. But for a man, Jack was a very good one. As he slipped inside her and his caresses became more fervent, she responded with contentment that her first man was so kind and caring.

Thus the 150 minutes was very well occupied. Jack’s sensors eventually went on overload and he went off copiously in and on both of the women. As he recovered, he got a free and very valuable lesson in how to perform oral lovemaking upon and for a woman. Toward the end of the time, he asked Samantha and Susan for something he had never received -- two woman performing simultaneous oral lovemaking on him.

This, naturally, was as new to Susan and Samantha as it was to Jack. They had experimented with Jean’s toys, but how to please a real man? They decided to do to him as they had done to each other.

Jack loved it. So much that when he shot off for the final time, he directed it into both girls’ mouths equally.

Samantha, sad to say, did not like the taste of a man’s semen. She tried to swallow it quickly to get it out of the way, but she gagged on it. Susan, after a quick look at Jack to say she had loved it, quickly went to help her girlfriend while Jack lay beside them and helped Samantha feel all right.

Jack went back to work and left Samantha and Susan together. The looks he exchanged with Susan said a whole lot. He wanted to be with her, the cat and the cat lover, to look adoringly in each other’s eyes and do some other things that only two humans can do.

The next Wednesday, two and a half days before Samantha and Susan were to go home, he took the opportunity. Again he took an early and long lunch. This time, Jean and Samantha were getting beautied up at the local salon and going clothes shopping, in preparation for a trip to the theater that night. Jack and Susan had already been on a day trip to the prestigious opera house -- Jack had taken a photo of Susan in her little black dress, and she still hadn’t looked how she liked -- and Susan was home at Jean’s request, to await the delivery of a new TV console for the girls’ bedroom.

Susan had signed for the delivery shortly before Jack let himself in. She and he had spent enough time together out of bed to realize that they were compatible as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, and as friends. But lovers one to one? Susan told Jack about the installation of the TV console, knowing that Jean had put it there so she could watch with the girls in bed, or watch on her own later after they had left. Jack then suggested his old bedroom. Hand in hand they went.

Jack kept his old bedroom fully furnished, for overnights when he and Kara had been dating and after they married and were looking for their own home. He had overnighted with some women before Kara too, and wanted to make it comfortable for lovemaking.

It was. Since Susan was dressed comfortably in jeans and a shirt, and Jack was wearing his work clothes, they sat down on the bed and talked, and finally kissed. It turned into an old-fashioned make-out session, as they lay back and cuddled and kissed. He caressed her face, kissed her neck, kissed her lips, and kissed her cheeks. She hugged him fiercely and looked him in the eyes, telling him she was sure everything would be fine.

This next part is conjecture, based on what I would do in such a situation.

It had been quite a while since Susan had undressed anybody or had been undressed by anybody. She, Samantha and Jean had generally slept nude or in panties, maybe a pajama set or two. But they had been comfortable being nude around each other and had little practice in the art of sensual undressing.

On the other hand, Jack had done quite a bit of making out before making love. He took off his jacket, tie, shoes and belt and opened his shirt, and then hugged Susan and kissed her until she seemed ready to feel flesh against flesh. Then he began to unbutton her shirt. Susan kicked off her shoes and lay barefoot on the comforter as Jack finished opening her shirt and pressed his chest against hers. He put his arms around her, ready to unsnap her bra when she felt like it. She kissed him deeply, enjoying the togetherness. Their stomachs were also touching a little.

Jack wanted to show Susan that he knew -- if not all that she knew about pleasing a woman, at least enough. He leaned his head in and started to kiss her neck. She, not wanting to be outdone, kissed his. He kissed down the muscles until he reached her bra strap. She kissed him on the throat and to the collarbone, an indication that yes, he could unhook the bra.

So, he did. He worked it off her a little at a time, kissing the flesh of her pectoral muscles and moving ever closer to her breast nubbins. She had her arms around him now and was massaging his lower back as she kissed his chest. Since neither she, Samantha nor Jean shaved their pubic regions, his chest hair was no big bother.

After a spell of kissing Susan’s nipples, Jack brought his hand around to her stomach. He had seen that in pictures, at least a little of it, and it felt marvelous under his touch. He was very close to the waistband of her jeans, wanting to make sure he had her agreement to caress beyond the line. She unsnapped his dress pants and caressed the boxer shorts he wore.

That suited him well. He stood up, carefully took down the pants, hung them up in his closet and lay down on the bed again. She caressed the whole front of him now. After a little while, she lay down with her head in his lap, just below his bulge. She looked at him with the eyes of a cat who could purr at full volume.

Then she began to lick at him through the material.

Jack’s eyes widened. It felt better than he could have imagined. He motioned for Susan to sit up and kiss him, and he put her hand on her stomach. He undid the buttons and zipper on her jeans and she stepped out of them, also folding them neatly. Now with her in just her panties and him in his boxers, they shared another kiss before she started kissing down his chest. His hand touched her bottom through the panties and began to caress her.

This time, Susan opened the fly on his boxers and began to suck on his stiff -- as it it hadn’t been stiff before -- organ. He massaged her bottom through the panties and reached between her legs. He rubbed her through them until he could feel every detail of her woman’s opening in relief against the dampened material.

A few movements, and she lay on top of him with him sliding the panties down and kissing her inner lips. He raised his hips and helped her remove the boxer shorts. She was quite used to having a tongue make love to her womanhood, but not while she went down on its owner’s erection. It was quite an experience.

Jack could take only so much of this before he sat up and cradled her again, kissing her and holding her in his arms. Then he rolled her onto the bed and took his place between her legs, slowly and surely introducing his shaft into her pussy. She kissed him in encouragement.

Jack and Susan were already driving, against each other. He had wanted to make love with her since well before that first kiss, and here she was wanting him just as much. He was of a size and shape that her near-virginal womanhood fit him like a well-tailored glove. The cat eyes looked at him in adoration as he kissed her.

Susan was trembling hard throughout her body. She had reached the plateau early on and was rising from it to a huge climax. Jack could feel her, and -- being a rather young man -- was feeling it too.

Jack went off like he hadn’t gone off in years. Susan’s pussy dilated to accommodate the rush of hot cum that flooded her, bathing her already drenched inner walls and stimulating every nerve from clit to cervix. Before he had finished spurting, her muscles were involuntarily clenching his organ in an orgasm she never thought she would have.

Meanwhile. Meanwhile. Meanwhile.

Kara needed to get hold of Jack for some reason -- I never found out what, and I doubt if anyone remembers. She telephoned him at work. He wasn’t there, of course. The person who answered the phone said he thought Jack had gone over to his mom’s house.

Susan felt incredible. As Jack began to soften within her, she disengaged herself and began to lick him clean. For a woman with very little experience in fellatio, she took to it like Lady Gaga takes to costumes. She loved the taste of his semen and swallowed all that he had. He rewarded her by getting hard again quite rapidly.

Kara tried to call Jack and got no response, so she got in her car and started driving.

Jack was ready to go within a few minutes, but he relaxed and let Susan go down on him until he had had just about enough. He nudged her aside, sat up and got her to sit up as well. He gestured for her to straddle him. Slowly she lowered herself on his shaft the way she had lowered herself onto Samantha’s tongue in past days. This time, with his semen and her lubricant well flowing, he slid inside her easily.

Kara drove up in the large area around the house. Both parent-in-laws’ cars were gone, but sure enough, there was Jack’s. Kara strode briskly up the walk and let herself in the front door.

Jack supported Susan with his hands holding her hands. He braced her and had her lean way over to meet his face. As she rocked back and forth on him and he pushed up into her, they renewed the kiss they had shared a week and a half earlier, this time confirming that indeed, they were boyfriend and girlfriend and deeply in love.

Kara looked around the house, saw nobody, and headed down the hall toward Jack’s bedroom.

Jack thought he would last longer this time, but it was not to be. Susan was already peaking, and her muscles did wonderful things to his organ. With a cry of delight, he let loose with a second load, filling her to the brim and far beyond it, their combined juices running out of her and coating his entire lower abdomen and much of her lower body.

Kara opened the door.





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In flagrante delicto.

Caught in the act.

Fucked.





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If the worst had happened, this story would never be seen by human eyes. Instead the worst legal thing happened. Kara reportedly dismantled a substantial part of the room with her bare hands, while her tongue called Susan, among other things, a five-letter word for vendor where the w is silent, and used a ninth-century Old English word which, by vote of the women on this site, I can’t use at all.


And Susan just got a taste of it.

By the time Jean got back from her trip -- about a half hour after Kara had left the building -- Kara had achieved the following things: One: she had cleared out her possessions from her and Jack’s house, hired a moving van and peeled off home to mother, many hours away upstate. Two, filing for divorce on unimpeachable grounds. Three, taking Jack’s beloved daughter with her. Four, setting in motion the machinery whereby Jack could not keep the house, or much else, because he was to pay child support that was far in excess per week of what I make before deductions, and a mighty percentage of even his take-home pay.

Jack discussed this thoroughly with his parents when they came home. They decided that he could stay with them indefinitely while they worked on the divorce settlement.

There were two nights left on the girls’ visit.

Susan and Jack spent them together.

Samantha did not spend them alone.

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Number 15,782 …

Oh. Yes.

(Listens from off camera)

Welcome back.

(Listens again)

Retribution?

Oh yes, what our viewers demand that I provide in my closing narration, the part where the villain is brought to justice in some unique way.

Clearly, my viewers do not include politicians.

Actually, if you have followed this far, you have already seen the retribution. Now, as befits a Greek tragedy, we shall have redemption.

Because this segment was running overly long and the sponsor of another program wants equal time, we shall return with the conclusion of this segment after the start of the New Year, or as convenient for my speechwriter to come up with something appropriately witty.

Until then … good night.

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Wifey2595
Posted 05 May 2013 08:35
Hot!! Hot!! Story!!!
Jeannieinabottle
Posted 25 Feb 2013 00:51
Great story Midnight, I could feel as though I was part of the story and I was a participant.
 

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