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A story of fantasy and magic
MF, Mf, con, oral, light bondage, hist, magic





                    Co-Sign
                  By UncleLarz


                   Chapter 1     
                The Newest Dream


     The old man sat in his favorite chair next to his bed
reading a very good book.  Some years back he could have read the
entire book in one sitting but now found himself nodding off in
the middle of chapter two. Leaning back to rest his eyes for just
a few minutes, he heard his wife ask him to come to bed. Her hand
trailed down his chest and stomach, deliberately soft and gentle
until she firmly gripped his erection.
     "Come on baby, don't keep me waiting, "Said a low breathy
voice.
     His eyes snapped open at the sound of this strange voice. 
     Standing before him was a sexy young blonde wearing a very
old-fashioned open front nite gown. There was something very
familiar about her even though he couldn't remember her name or
anything about her.
     Her hands slid up to grip his wrists as she pulled him up
and out of the chair. He found himself standing naked before her
as she gently pulled him closer to the edge of a very old
fashioned bed. 
     Holding onto him as she lay back on the bed, he was forced
to lean over her. In this position he took just a moment to study
her face and body. With long blonde hair, large firm breasts, a
flat muscular stomach, beautifully rounded hips and long sexy
legs, she was one of the sexiest women he had even seen and
certainly the most seductive who had ever tried to pull him into
bed naked. 
Her hands released him as she lay back and captured his hips with
her upraised legs. Only then did he get his first glimpse between
her legs.
    In spite of her nearly perfect face and body her most
attractive feature was her amazing pussy. Almost all pussy is
attractive but hers was perfect. The gently rounded hairless
mound had a tiny clitoris peeking out the top of a small pink
crevice. Her pussy had almost no lips, like that of a very young
girl. 
     "How old are you?" He managed to croak.
     "Very funny asshole, now fuck me! "She demanded while
grabbing his cock and pulling him forward mostly with her legs.
     Her sudden movement not only pulled him down to meet her but
lifted her up closer to him. As a result she held his cock but a
fraction of an inch from her opening. With a firm grip and the
steady pull of her powerful legs she began to guide him into her.
She was very wet but in spite of her slippery heat her pussy was
so tight it stopped his insertion 
     The old man gave a slight push to aid in her attempt at
housing his cock.
     One of the great joys of life is to watch your cock slide
into fresh pussy for the first time, so he bent forward slightly
to get a little better view of just that and got another shock.
His cock was enormous! It wasn't just big, it was impossibly
huge. He wasn't exactly sure how much he had in her but the part
unsheathed was at least three or four inches longer than his
entire cock had ever been before and a lot thicker as well.
     "Easy big guy, you know it takes a little time to get it all
in there. Don't try to help ok, just relax," She said this as
though he had entered her many times before.
     "If you try to push it in faster than I can take it you know
what I'm going to do. " She threatened.
     Apparently the earlier push along with bending over to get a
better look had resulted in forcing more meat into her than she
was ready to take. He tried standing more upright to relieve some
of the pressure on his cock but lost his balance. In trying to
regain his balance he automatically jerked forward slightly and
forced several more inches into her already strained cunt.
     In one smooth move she released his hips and placed both her
feet against the front of his thighs. With a single mighty push
he was forced back while she slid half way across the bed. She
pulled her feet over her head until she rolled off the opposite
side of the bed landing on her feet. She stood facing him with
her butt pressed firmly against a small mirror topped vanity. Her
reflection revealed her to be as sexy from the back as she was
from the front. With hands pressed between her legs she slowly
raised her eyes 'till they bored into his. 
     "So, you want to play like that, Huh? "It was both a
question and an accusation.
     She walked toward the bed until her thighs touched the side
of it then leaned over and patted the middle with a freed hand.
     With her other hand still between her legs cupped against
her pussy she said "That hurt so now we do it my way. Sit that
cute ass of yours right here."
     He started to say he was sorry but she stopped him with an
upraised hand, which she slowly lowered to the same spot she had
indicated earlier. There was no compromise on her face as the old
man climbed to the center of the bed and sat quietly. She moved
quickly but very seductively to the headboard. Without a word or
whisper she pulled what looked to be a bright red silk scarf thru
a hole in the thick wooden headboard. It was tied around his
right wrist before she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him.
As she leaned close to him her left breast brushed his lips. He
felt her take his left hand under control as her nipple pushed
harder against his mouth. While he opened his mouth and suckled
her nipple he could feel something circle his left wrist. He felt
a tugging on his right wrist but almost all of his brain activity
was on her nipple. It wasn't until she pulled her tit from him
that he realized both his hands were bound securely against the
headboard by the red silk scarf.
     "Now just relax while I get the mirror." She ordered as she
slid off the bed and walked to its foot. 
     There she rolled out a large oval mirror on squeaky wooden
wheels from between a cabinet and the vanity.
     "How's that? "She asked as she adjusted it.
     The old man was in for his second surprise. There, sitting
in the center of the bed, was a very tall muscular young man with
curly black hair. His erection stood straight up from his lap
almost a foot long and was quite thick. He had no idea who it was
but he knew it wasn't Larz Larson looking back from that antique
mirror. One quick glance around told him this room looked like a
movie set from the old west. That's when he realized this must be
a dream, set in an old west whorehouse. He decided to relax and
enjoy it.
     Just at that moment several girls giggled to his right. The
mirror's reflection revealed several young girls standing just
outside the window looking in. 
     The pretty young blonde tossed her night gown into the
cabinet. She looked at him then out the window as she dipped her
fingers into a jar in the cabinet. She looked at the erection
once more then dipped her other hand into the jar before easing
past the mirror on her way back the to bedside. She had something
gooey on both hands which soon coated the entire length of his
cock. 
     'Don't get me wrong Doc, you know I love this monster of
yours but if those whores outside that window knew how much work
is was just to get it inside a cunt they wouldn't be out there
starring, wantin' it so bad. Why, I could turn three or four
tricks in the same time it takes to do you once. But then of
course I wouldn't get off like I do on this. "She squeezed his
throbbing rod to make sure he knew what she meant. She then wiped
her hands clean between her legs making sure to get plenty of the
lube on her pussy.
     Now that they were both well lubricated she climbed up on
the bed and placed her feet on either side of him. Her knees bent
until he felt the tip of his cock brush against her. A slight
swaying motion back and forth put her in position to envelope his
manhood. Lower and lower she dropped a fraction of an inch at a
time. 
     It was several minutes before she enveloped the first few
inches. Holding firmly to the headboard, she pushed her titties
gently against the old mans face as she continued to squat. At
about six or seven inches she began to lift and drop slightly,
trying to let her tiny twat relax and stretch. She began to feel
that familiar heat between her legs as it burst into a small fire
and spread to her belly. She lowered herself a little faster,
taking the next three inches in a single thrust. Again she
stopped. Holding perfectly still she felt the flame almost
consume her. 
     " Not yet, no not yet," She whispered to herself, suspended
between pleasure and pain.
     She could feel it. She knew it was close. Two or three more
heartbeats from heaven she thought.  Her brain said move up and
down just a tiny bit to fan the flame but her body screamed out
for more. She held out for what seemed an eternity but was only
one long breath before she dropped.
     The pain and pleasure that raced from between her legs to
her brain seemed paralyzing. She wanted to lift her body but was
unable.  Her pussy had gripped that pleasure giving pole so hard
she couldn't move. Dizziness overtook her as the pain and
pleasure exploded behind her eyes. Everything faded out of focus
into darkness. 
     Slowly, so very slowly, she eased back from the dark. Her
entire body was convulsing as she came back to the light. Every
nerve was telling every muscle of her body to move in a different
direction at the same time so of course nothing moved. She just
sat there and vibrated. This is what she lived for. 
     Her pussy muscles gripped and convulsed around this
magnificent instrument of pleasure and pain until she thought she
could stand it no more yet it continued. Seconds became minutes,
still the pleasure continued and even increased. Many long
minutes this unbearable sweet torture continued before the flame
began to lessen. An unbelievably long time after it started she
was finally able to look around and recognize where she was and
even who she was. A few seconds later she even thought she knew
whose lap she was sitting on. 
     Her brain sent a message to her lips.
     " I love you," It said but what came out was,"FUCKNHOT."
     She awakened to find herself sitting flat on the old mans
lap, his still hard cock buried fully inside, her head resting on
his shoulder. She had no idea how long she had been here but she
knew full well the slightest movement would probably bring on
another orgasm. 
     Only with all the self control she could muster did she
manage to keep her movements short and slow.
     As she was a professional and had a job to do, her movements
were slight at first and Doc almost didn't notice them. He had
been here before and patiently waited until the strokes became
longer and more forceful. 
     All thoughts began to fade from his conscious mind as she
increased her strokes in speed and length. He was about to cum
when suddenly she stopped and held him tight. The convulsions on
his erection felt good but just not enough to get him off as he
was robbed once more of an orgasm. He tried to thrust into her
but in this position he couldn't move more than an inch or two
and that just wasn't enough. Her throbbing lasted less than a
minute before she whispered in his ear for him to get ready. 
     She lifted halfway off his dick before she bent forward and
thrust down, rocking her hips back and forth. The entire top half
of his cock slid in and out of her at a rapid pace. Only with
great effort was her pleasure held in check until he erupted into
her.    
     Mercifully her body was allowed another release just as she
felt his cock begin throb and pulse.  He tried to push deeper
inside her as his balls conspired to fill her with hot cum but,
with his hands tied he just pushed up as hard as he could and let
go. She felt his push upwards and responded by sliding down
several inches. She continued to take his pulsing cock deeper
into her as her cunt spasmodically gripped and released him. The
more she came the more his lubricated rod erupted.
     As always, his cum began to leak around the tight seal
between cock and pussy. He never figured out how anything could
leak out of such a tight fit but it did. The closer her pussy
filled to capacity with his throbbing meat the less room was left
for their combined juices. As a result the cum gushed out her
cunt to flow down his pole in a flood.  
     She held his face tight against her hot sweaty titties while
they came. The pulsing contractions of their mutual orgasms felt
better than anything he could remember. It felt as though life
itself was draining from him and he didn't care. He didn't even
care that he was about to smother between her magnificent
titties. His last thought was how much better this death would be
than getting gut shot in some dusty street in a one horse town.
As usual, her orgasm lasted longer than his so when she released
his face from between her titties she heard him gasping for air.

     Immediately she pushed off his cock and away from him.
Almost in a panic she quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed a
wet rag from the washbasin on her vanity. 
     In a split second she was running the cool rag over his face
and around his neck with one hand while releasing the silk scarf
with the other.
     He smiled as he realized she thought she had almost
suffocated him with her tits. There was no need to tell her that
he was just getting too damned old for this kind of sex,
especially three days in a row. Even though he looked like a
young stud in the mirror he still felt like the old fart he
really was on the inside.
     She continued to talk gently to him as she cleaned him up.
When she had wiped the sweat from his face and neck she went to
work on his chest and back. Soon he was cool and clean except for
his oversized cock. Even soft, as it was now, it was still bigger
than most but not so formidable as it was only moments ago. 
     She rinsed the cloth out in the wash basin before cleaning
her pussy with it then rinsed it out again.
     She stopped as though she was done, yet there was something
in her attitude that said she wasn't. The way she stood near him,
the way she rinsed out the rag and held it in her hand all held
an air of anticipation.  
     She leaned over him and did something she had never done for
him before. In fact she had never done it for anyone before. She
lifted his soft slimy cock and began to wipe it clean with the
wet cloth. She continued to gently wipe his cock as though they
were newlyweds and it was her most precious possession. For a
moment he had a terrible thought. What if she was afraid of him?
Did she think he was going to hurt her because she had almost
titty smothered him?
     He knew that everyone else in town was afraid of him because
of his killer reputation but he never wanted her to fear him. 
     " Hon, you weren't responsible for what happened back there
a few minutes ago," he stated simply.
     "What?" she looked up in surprise.
     "You know I would never hurt you. Ever. Don't ya?" he
replied.
     Slowly realization came over her face" I aint afraid of you
Doc. Never have been. I was only afraid maybe I had hurt you. Ya
know, maybe I fucked you too good and you was having a heart
attack or something. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you
especially if I was the one that done ya in, ya know what I
mean?"
     "Yes, I know what you mean. Sorry, I guess I misunderstood
there for a second. Guess I let my reputation get in the way a
little bit. Speaking of reputations, you got one too, ya know?"
he asked.
     "Big fucking deal! I'm the prettiest whore in town. That
reputation aint worth a wooden nickel," She spat out.
     "Well first of all, you're the prettiest girl in town not
the prettiest whore in town but that's not what I was thinking
of. I was referring to the one of the girl who NEVER cleans up a
man's mess, if you know what I mean," he clarified.
     "Oh that. I just figure that if a guy sticks his noodle up
inside me then I did enough for him. He can clean up his own
mess. After all, I NEVER had no one offer to clean me up after."
She explained.
     "Well I've never had anyone do a better job cleaning me than
you just did, not even in a New Orleans bath house," He said with
conviction. 
     He knew finding a woman able to handle his tool was
difficult if not almost impossible but to find one this talented
was a miracle. To find one so young and beautiful was a once in a
lifetime godsend. 
     Even as good as she was, she couldn't handle him more than
two days in a row and this was the third straight  day he had
been inside her. He decided to make it up to her. He wasn't sure
how but it was going to be something special.
     This was the fifth or sixth time he had cum in the last
three days and he was starting to feel it.
    She waited a few heartbeats and took a long slow breath
before she spoke, "Well I didn't do it all for you. I have
another idea in mind."
     "Let me guess. You don't want to nap next to a fella with a
slimy Johnson," He guessed, knowing that she sometimes napped
after a really good fuck.
     Again she took a very long slow breath as she carefully
formulated her next words, "Kinda but not really. See, I saw this
French post card a while back that gave me sort of a weird idea.
I figure you might be the only guy  I would ever want to try it
on. Also, you are the only fella I could trust not to tell
everyone in town in case I never want to do it again. It calls
for a clean cock." She explained.
     "What in hell did you see on a French post card that calls
for a clean dick?" he wanted to know.
     "You have to give your word that you'll never talk about it
unless I say it's ok," she asked for his word of honor knowing
that it was no small favor.
     "Only if you give me your word the same way, ya know in case
I don't want you to talk about it either," he had no idea what
was up but it sounded like something he might not want the world
to know about.
     It was funny to see a whore and a gunslinger shaking hands
on a matter of honor especially as they were both stark naked at
the time. They tried to take the matter seriously but it was very
hard to do as his dick wobbled and her titties jiggle while they
shook hands.
     With the handshake over she suggested" I think you should
lay flat on the bed for this."
     The old man scooted down to the center of the bed a little
apprehensive but knowing she would take this secret to her grave
if he so desired.
     She rolled the mirror over to block the view from the
window. Then she threw the bolt on the door before she too
mounted the bed near the middle but slightly further down toward
the foot board. In fact she was so far down that he couldn't
reach her titties. She reached out and took his limp dick in her
hand and began to stroke it and play with it until he started to
get hard. She had played with his cock and balls almost every
time they had been together so he saw nothing new in this. He was
about to tell her this when she whispered that he should lay back
and enjoy what was coming. He laid his head back on her pillow
and enjoyed the delicate almost feathery sensation her hand was
creating on his cock. He was almost ready to slide down to reach
her titties when she threw a leg over his chest, trapping his
arms between her legs and his sides. Instead of facing him she
sat on his chest facing his dick. She moved her ass up toward his
face as she bent down toward his crotch. At least his arms were
now free so he could fondle her lush titties. Nothing much
happened for a few seconds then he felt the oddest sensation he
had ever felt in his life. The end of his cock was suddenly wet
and warm like it was in pussy but completely different. It took
him a few seconds to realize that the head of his cock was in her
mouth. At first he was shocked but then he decided to relax and
see what she was going to do with it.
     She just kept licking and sucking on it while she stroked it
with both hands. In short order she was stroking faster and
faster. Her strokes were longer than he had ever felt even when
he used to stroke his own cock as a youngster.  She had stroked
him with her hands before but there was something very exciting
about her stroking him while sucking him at the same time. His
cock had never been sucked before. She sometimes kissed it but it
had never put it in her mouth or any woman's mouth for that
matter. He couldn't remember it ever being harder than it was at
this moment.
     With her legs straddling his chest his eyes were only inches
from her sexy ass and tiny pussy.  Her words about no one ever
offering the clean her pussy after a good fuck suddenly came back
to him. He wasn't sure exactly what was expected of him but a
sudden urge to taste her pussy overwhelmed him. His arms snaked
back around her hips as he pulled her down toward his face. The
thought of putting his mouth between the legs of a freshly fucked
whore would never have occurred to him, not in a hundred years.
Yet at this moment it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
Without hesitation he gripped her ass cheeks and spread her wide
as he pulled her closer to his face.
     On the first couple of licks he tasted remnants of his own
spunk but her flavor soon came to the surface. He had never
tasted pussy before so was slightly surprised to find, after a
dozen licks or so that he liked it very much.  He felt her jump
and buck each time his tongue touched her clit. With every sudden
jerk she drove further down his shaft and bit him gently. The
sensation was so incredible he concentrated all his energy on her
clit. Once, when he gently nipped her clit with his teeth, she
bit his cock hard. He went back to using his tongue and lips. At
one point she seemed to stop while she gripped his head firmly
between her thighs. Her pussy got much wetter and tasted so much
stronger. Then, without warning, she lifted her pussy out of his
reach while she increased efforts with her mouth. No matter how
hard he tried she wouldn't let him get his mouth back on her
clit.
     His interest shifted from her pussy to his cock as he began
to feel that familiar sensation deep in his balls. He wasn't sure
if he should tell her because she always seemed to know exactly
when he was going to spurt. He expected her to move away but she
just kept sucking so he tried to pull her away so as not to get
anything in her mouth. Her head was fixed to that spot as though
she was welded there and he couldn't move her even an inch. She
seemed intent on keeping the end of his dick fully in her mouth.
When he erupted she began to swallow almost as fast as he
ejaculated. A little bit got away from her but not much. By the
time he was finished she was already busy licking the few drops
that had escaped and run down the side of his shaft. Within a few
minutes she had cleaned up every drop of his cum and left his
shaft shiny clean with spittle.  She finished her task as his
head rested gently on the pillow. 
     Unmounting his body while moving to face him, she now had a
look as serious as death on her face and he didn't dare make the
joke he was thinking of.
     "Well? What do you think? Did you like it?" She asked in as
serious a tone as he had ever heard come from her.
     "I loved it! It was as good as anything we have ever done.
What do they call it?" He asked with great enthusiasm.
     "I don't know but it probably has a French name. Here is the
important part. We can see each other every day, if you like, but
we can do this every other day. That way my poor pussy can get a
little break from that monster of yours and get a chance to heal
up between sessions, ok?" she asked.
     "I get to be with you every day and you'll do that for me
every other day? Hell, I might even like to do that more than
every other day. How about we do that twice for every time we
fuck?" he proposed.
     "Before you start making deals, there is something I wanna'
know. How did you know to do what you did? "She asked.
     "I don't really know it just felt right I guess. Didn't you
like it? "He wanted to know.
     "Like it? Hell I loved it! So you never saw that on any
French post card? "She wanted to know.
     "No did you?" He asked back.
     "Well now that you mention it, yes I did. It was on the
other side of that same post card. I was going to ask you to try
that on me, you know after, 'cause it never occurred to me that
we could do that to each other at the same time." She revealed.
     "Well I'll tell you what, anytime you want to try that
again, I'm your man." Doc promised with more than a little
enthusiasm. 
     She leaned in to kiss him. He was the only customer that was
allowed to kiss her and then only on special occasions.
     "You taste funny, Doc," She commented.
     He reached down to rub two fingers on her pussy. She almost
jumped off the bed when he contacted her clit.
     He brought his fingers to her lips and asked," Like this?"
     She licked his fingers clean then nodded," Yea, like that."
     Then she produced the wet rag to wipe her lips clean.
     He rolled off the bed and was dressed in a matter of
minutes. 
     As he turned to walk out the door two coins flipped thru the
air to land on the bed. The beautiful naked whore snatched the
coins from the center of the bed angrily.
     "So now I'm just another two dollar whore Doc?" she asked
with ice in her voice.
     "No, that's not silver nor is it for services rendered. It's
for me being the only one you trusted with your new secret. But
mostly it's just for you being you. By the way, you can tell
anyone you like what we just did. I aint ashamed of it. See you
tomorrow Toni? "He was pleasantly surprised to remember her name
just then.
     She jumped off the bed in a single bounce as she rushed to
grab him in her arms.
     "Tomorrow, lookin' forward to it Doc." She answered.
     She always knew he would throw money on her bed just like
everyone else and she feared that day. She admired him, not like
everyone else. Not because of his money or reputation with a gun
but because he treated her like a real person and not just
another whore. For this she secretly loved him.
     She looked at the coins in her hand as he closed the door.
Matching double eagles,  real twenty dollar gold pieces! 
     She clutched the gold to her naked bosom as she twirled
around in circles several times then dropped to her hands and
knees near the edge of the bed and reached under it. Out came a
small Wells Fargo box with a tiny slot and a long number on the
lid and a huge lock on the front. The coins dropped into the slot
to join all the others before she pushed it back under the bed. 
Every time she saved ten dollars she bought a gold eagle from the
bank but this was the first time she put a double eagle into the
box and not just one but two.

                  
                        Chapter 2   
                     Time to wake up

      The old man noticed it was five thirty as he pulled his
covers aside and sat up. The transition from the old west whore
house to his own bed was so sudden it took a slight mental
adjustment  
     There was no need to get up so early but he had been getting
up at this hour for so long that even with the alarm disabled,
his internal clock still woke him this time every morning. It was
lucky for him this particular morning as he had something to take
care of before his wife awoke.
     The stickiness in his shorts told him that it had happened
again. This was the third day in a row that he had a wet dream.
Well, not exactly a wet dream but something similar. 
     The old man certainly knew the feel of a freshly fucked cock
as he had pulled one out of his wife several thousand times over
the last forty plus years. He also remembered his wet dream
period from his pre teen years. These were two distinctly
different feelings. The dreams were very different as well. Back
then they were all about Trudy, Joyce and Mrs. Van Pelt.
    Brad was his best buddy since the first day of kindergarten
and was the first to notice how Trudy and Joyce were starting to
get boobies. It seemed that all he could do that last day in the
sixth grade, after Brad had pointed out the changes in the girls
was stare at their chests. He and Brad had a long discussion
about the girls on their walk home from school that last day. 
     They spent much of the summer playing together down by the
river. He had four sisters and Brad had three so when they
weren't by the river they were usually at one or the others house
trying to catch one of their sisters in any stage of undress,
usually without much success. 
     The summer passed quickly as it usually did at that age and
before long they were facing another school year. As they had
spent almost every day together they didn't notice the subtle
changes that had taken place over the summer. Larz had grown
almost an inch and Brad had grown nearly two inches. Brad was now
slightly taller than his friend but the real change they had
shared only a few days ago. They were both anxious to skinny dip
in the local river so they could expose themselves to one another
in a natural kid sort of way. They each lay on the river bank
naked letting the sun dry them after their dip in the cool river.
Each was anxious for the other to notice the few sparse hairs
that had begun to sprout on their privates. If either just
blurted it out it would have been rude, especially if the other
was still bald as a baby down there.
      On the first day of seventh grade the boys met at their
usual meeting place a block south of the school. 
      Brad started off with a subject that was close to both of
their hearts, boobies, especially Joyce and Trudy's boobies.
Neither had seen either of the girls over the summer and Brad
wondered how big they had gotten. Just seeing the girls as they
had been last year was all Larz could think of. That those
titties might have grown over the summer just never occurred to
him.
     When Brad asked Larz if he thought the girls had any hair
down there yet Larz immediately sprung a woody.
     When they got to their favorite part of the play ground the
girls were already there hugging as though they hadn't seen one
another for a hundred years. Trudy, the taller of the two, saw
the boys over Joyce's shoulder and seemed to be whispering
something in Joyce's ear. The boys were almost upon them before
they broke their embrace and Trudy stepped aside to reveal
Joyce.
     The light summer dress Joyce had on did absolutely nothing
to hide her new and improved body. Her boobies had almost doubled
in size over the summer. They were still small but now they were
real boobies. Along with the loss of some of her little girl fat
she was quickly becoming a real beauty. 
     Trudy on the other hand revealed a much more dramatic change
as she slowly turned to face the boys. Protruding proudly from
her chest was a pair of full sized womanly boobs. The boys had no
idea what bra sizes were so they didn't know that Joyce was an A
and Trudy was a full B cup. All they saw was that their friends
were changing from cute little girls to sexy women. 
     They couldn't help but notice the boys starring at their
chests. Both of the girls' moms had told them some boys might
start to look at them differently but they certainly didn't
expect that from their best friends since kindergarten. While
Trudy, the quiet dark eyed one, just stood there turning beet red
Joyce started talking. It seemed to her that since they had all
been best friends since kindergarten this shouldn't change
anything. She repeated what she had been told, that she would
probably look very much like her mom someday. 
     Her mom was a blue eyed blonde woman with large round
breasts. Trudy's mom was a tall sexy dark haired, dark eyed woman
with large firm breasts as well.  Both the short blonde and the
taller raven haired moms were quite beautiful. 
     "We both expect to be as pretty and sexy as our moms someday
and if you guys can't handle that then that's just too bad."
Joyce said with a bit of iron in her voice.
     The boys thought about it for a minute or so. There was no
question that both of their moms were beautiful and sexy. Larz
thought Joyce and Trudy were already beautiful and his best
friends as well. He also thought their new boobs looked great on
them and he couldn't wait for them to grow bigger. 
     Brad added," Me too." 
     They realized almost before the words escaped their lips how
stupid they sounded. They stood there waiting for the girls to
start crying or maybe punch them when, much to their surprise,
Joyce reached out and gave Larz a quick hug before giving Brad
one as well. Larz loved the feel of her tiny new boobs pressing
thru his thin Daniel Boon shirt. While Joyce offered a short,
sweet three second hug Trudy's much larger breasts crushing into
his skinny little boy chest delivered much more satisfaction.
Trudy pressed against him much longer than Joyce had, in fact she
didn't release her grip until the school bell sounded and Larz
had begun to hug her back. The four friends turned to go meet
their new teacher before Brad got a chance to hug Trudy. 
     They couldn't hear everything the girls said as they turned
to follow them to the first day of school but both boys thought
they heard Joyce say something about feeling their boners. When
they heard Trudy giggle it was the boys who turned beet red.
     The old seventh grade teacher had retired last year and was
replaced by Mrs. Van Pelt who was, much to everyone's surprise,
the prettiest, sexiest teacher the four had ever seen. Hell, she
was the sexiest teacher anyone in town had ever seen. 
       On her first day she had worn a tight black skirt and a
loose white blouse. She made it a special point to lean forward
far enough to show the tops of her large creamy white breasts to
any student who needed special attention. Most of the boys and
even some of the girls seemed to need more than the usual amount
of attention that year. 
     That night he was introduced to the concept of the wet
dream. It seemed that he was joined almost every nite by Mrs. Van
Pelt, Joyce or Trudy. He remembered one special night when all
four of them were together at the lake. He knew from the amount
of jizz in his pajamas the next morning that he must have
squirted many times. 
     By the end of that year both girls had shown him their
titties. Joyce simply took him to that part of the play ground
behind the big elm tree where she raised her blouse and bra and
asked him what he thought of them. He asked if they hurt. She
assured him they did not; in fact sometimes they felt really
good. She explained that her mom got her a really soft pink
sponge like thing to wash with in case she was too sensitive to
use a wash cloth. When the pink thing touched her she tingled all
over. She held her blouse up even after she told her story so he
thought she was inviting him to touch her boobies, you know, to
see if it made her tingle like the sponge thing. His hand no
sooner came into contact with soft warm flesh when she
immediately pulled her bra and blouse down and ran back into the
school. He was afraid he was in really big trouble but nothing
was ever said about it. In fact, she wouldn't talk to him or even
look at him the rest of the day. 
     The next day she acted like her old self until first recess.
She stepped in front of him at the top of the stairs until Brad
and Trudy almost reached the bottom step. When she finally let
them descend the stairs she whispered for him to follow her as
she led the way to the kindergarten bathroom on the first floor.
Neither of them had been in there for years, after all it was for
little kids. 
     She stepped past the corner and looked all around before she
asked if he wanted to see her boobies again. He looked around and
saw that they were in a very secluded spot before he nodded his
head yes. That day she was wearing a different kind of blouse
that crossed in the front and tied in the back. She reached
behind her to pull the strings and let her blouse fall wide open.
There was no bra hiding her this time just those wonderful soft
inviting globes of womanly flesh. His hand started to move of its
own accord and it was only with the greatest willpower and his
memory of the day before that he was able to stop before making
contact. His heart was beating so loud he almost didn't hear her
at first. He stood frozen so she repeated the invitation.
     "Don't you want to touch me?" she asked softly, almost a
whisper.
     "Are you sure? What about yesterday?" he was still a little
scared of what she might do today.
     She stepped a little closer bringing her flesh into contact
with his open palm. His hand closed as gently as if trying to
capture a butterfly. The sensation was overwhelming for both of
them. His left hand followed the earlier action of his right
until he found himself cupping both of her breasts. He was
fascinated by the way her tiny nipples popped out as he touched
her.  Thus, it was with some difficulty that he tore his sight
from her titties and looked straight into her eyes.  She had a
smile by which all other smiles should be judged. To this day the
old man remembers that smile as clearly as his first touch of
female breast. Wordlessly, she cupped his head with her hands and
pulled his face to her chest. Instinctively his lips formed to
generate a kiss. When it seemed like he had kissed her titty long
enough she gently moved his lips to her other breast. After what
seemed like an eternity she pushed him gently away. He resisted
at first but soon found himself starring at her from arms length.
She tied her blouse back into place and was moving away before he
realized they were done. She checked the hall to make sure they
were still alone before she turned to hug him. In doing so she
whispered in his ear that he was never to tell anyone about this
if he ever wanted to do it again, especially Brad or Trudy. The
promise of possibly doing that again hermetically sealed the
boy's lips and had him walking on cloud nine for the rest of the
day.
     Though they were only missing for three of four minutes,
both Trudy and Brad wanted to know where they had disappeared to
for so long. Joyce had an excuse ready as though she had
rehearsed it before hand. She had to go to the bathroom at the
last minute and decided to go to the kindergarten bathroom rather
that go all the way back upstairs.
     Brad shrugged his shoulders as though it made perfect sense
but Trudy wasn't buying it. Trudy kept looking at her errant
friends as though she could read their thoughts. She watched them
both so closely for the rest of the day they both grew a little
uneasy. 
     The next day all seemed back to normal. They played and
chatted as though nothing unusual had happened at all until the
last few minutes of the day when Trudy asked if he could help her
carry something home after school. He agreed and hung around the
classroom until everyone had left. Even Brad left when he told
him he was going to help Trudy carry something home. Trudy talked
to Mrs. Van Pelt for a couple of minutes at the end of class but
when she left she had nothing to carry. She explained that she
had tried to borrow the big class dictionary but Mrs. Van Pelt
couldn't let it out of the classroom. She did agree to help her
look up any word she wanted tomorrow so they left. Because Brad
had already left he decided to take the short way home past
Trudy's house. He liked the idea of walking home with his other
best friend and said so.
     He started to walk to the corner with the crosswalk but
Trudy suggested that they take a shortcut down the alley. He
didn't see it as much of a shortcut because it was less than half
a block either way but she wanted to go that way so they did. 
     In a matter of minutes they arrived at her back yard. He
said goodbye and was going to keep walking when she asked him if
he wanted to go up to the balcony to see the river. She had the
best balcony of any house in town. It ran the whole length of the
house in front and you could see the river for miles in both
directions so up they went. 
     He was one step behind her about halfway up when she stopped
and asked why he and Joyce were late for recess the other day. He
immediately fell into the lie Joyce had created. 
     "I don't think so. See, I noticed the string holding her
blouse wasn't in the loop where it was supposed to be when you
finally came out," She accused.
     "Well maybe she missed it when she put on her blouse that
morning," The boy offered.
     "No, It was in that loop before recess. I saw it." She
stated positively. 
     "Maybe she missed it after she got done in the bathroom," He
offered hopefully.
     "Now why would she take off her blouse just to go pee?" She
asked with a smile, sure that she had him there.
     "I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" He retorted
confidently hoping that would be an end to it.
     "So answer this, did you go with her into the girls
Kindergarten bathroom?" She asked.
     "No," was the only answer possible.
     "So why did she ask you go with her instead of me if you
couldn't even go in with her? "Larz had no answer for that one.
     He knew he was caught. He just stood and stared back with
nothing to say.
     "My guess is that she made you promise not to say anything
even to me and Brad," She accused.
     "I don't know what you mean," He denied and lied.
     "Well I guess you're not going to talk because you promised
her. In that case I guess I can trust you not to talk if you
promise me, right?" She asked but it was more a statement of fact
than a question.
     "What the heck are you talking about?" He wanted to know.
     In answer, she stepped back down to the same step he was on
as she pulled her blouse right over her head. He stood stunned
for a second or two while she reached behind her to undo her bra.
The enclosed staircase was darker than outside but the cool muted
light allowed a perfect view of the most magnificent titties in
the whole world. The boy acted like a deer caught in headlites,
frozen solid, unable to move.
     It was easy to see, even in this light, that she was
embarrassed down to her toes. Her arms hung rigidly at her sides
as though she was a soldier at attention. Time dragged on for
several seconds before she spoke. 
     "First, you have to promise me like you promised Joyce. You
won't tell anyone about this, especially Brad or Joyce," She
asked.
     "I don't know what you mean," He protested.
     "Promise!" She demanded as she covered her breasts with her
hands making her point obvious even to a thick headed boy.
     Seeing those luscious globes disappear behind her hands
elicited just the reaction she demanded. The boy crossed his
heart and said," I promise."
     Almost immediately she dropped her hands to her side as she
resumed her uncomfortable stance. Once again the boy stood frozen
with that deer caught in the headlight look on his face.  Silent
seconds ticked by, increasing the embarrassment until finally she
spoke.
     "Don't you like them?" She almost whispered with more than a
little quiver in her voice.
     Larz had never been in a situation like this before and had
no idea what to do but even in his confused state of mind he
recognized two things. One, he definitely liked them. Two, if he
didn't do or say the right thing she was going to cry.
      He had absolutely no control over his hands. His natural
instincts took control as they reached out to touch and caress
her.
     " They are the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my
whole life. They're so big and soft." He barely managed to speak
above a whisper
     "Are they as nice as Joyce's?" She whispered back.
     "I don't know what..." He started to deny again.
     "You can just stop right there, mister. She told me all
about it this morning," She was still whispering as she stepped
back, just out of arms length.
     Thru the shock of the lost contact with those magnificent
titties he barely managed a somewhat sensible response.
     "What did she say exactly?" He wanted to know if she really
knew something or was just using that old trick his parents used
to get information.
     "She said she showed you twice. Once behind the tree in the
playground where you touched her, then again by the little
bathroom where you not only touched her but you kissed her too,"
She was talking so softly that the boy only heard about half of
what she said but he heard enough to know that Joyce had told
everything.
     "Why did she make me promise to keep a secret that she was
going to tell you anyway?" He wanted to know.
     "I made her tell. Besides, I already kind of knew just from
the look on your faces when you got to the playground. Then I
noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She had it on before recess and
back on after recess, didn't you notice?" The tone of her voice
implied what a dense blockhead she thought he was not to have
noticed.
     "Oh," Was all he could think to say.
     "That's when I knew for sure," She stated simply.
     A short uncomfortable pause seemed to go on forever before
she spoke again.
     "Well, are they?" She still wanted to know.
     "Are they what?" He wanted to know.
     She mumbled something in a very low whisper that he couldn't
quite hear.
     When he didn't respond she moved closer and whispered in his
ear," Are they as nice as Joyce's?"
    She was standing so close the heat from her body felt like
the sun on a warm summer day even in the cool shade of a covered
staircase.
     "Well, they're bigger and feel more bouncy in my hands," He
didn't want to say anything to get himself in trouble with Joyce.
At this moment he was pretty sure the girls were sharing every
tiny detail of everything he said and did.
     "Bouncy? Is that good or bad?" She wasn't sure that it was a
compliment.
     "Definitely good! Definitely very, very good!" He assured
her.
     "Then what's wrong?" She wanted to know.
     "Nothing is wrong, everything is just perfect. Why do you
think something is wrong?" He wanted to know how anything could
possibly be wrong as he stared at her perfect titties; after all
she was the one who pulled back. Was he doing something wrong?
Maybe he was because he noticed that her nipples didn't pop out
like Joyce's but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that.
Without a doubt, that would get him in deep trouble with both
girls
     "Because you just touched mine but you kissed hers." She
explained.
     "Oh, I see what you mean. She did that," He clarified with
great relief.
     "What do you mean? She kissed you? I thought you kissed
her?" She asked.
     He started to explain but he thought it would easier if he
just showed her. He gently took her face in his hands and guided
her to his chest letting her linger on either side for a few
seconds before he eased her back.
     "That's what she did, just like that." He said.
     "Did you like it?" She wanted to know.
     "Are you kidding? It was the best part!" He responded with
great enthusiasm.
     He felt her hands take hold on the side of his face and pull
him forward. She wasn't nearly as gentle as Joyce; there was a
kind of hunger in her like a wild beast. Rather than bringing his
lips to a gentle caress on her nipples she crushed her titty into
his mouth. The last thing he saw as she pulled him from one titty
to the other was her nipple standing at attention. It was twice
as big and thick as Joyce's. He worked on the other as he felt it
growing stiffer against his lips and tongue.
     His arms went around her back instinctively to maintain
their balance. 
     Being about an inch taller than Larz made this position
slightly uncomfortable and, on these stairs, a little dangerous
so she stepped up to the next step. This not only put her titties
in the perfect position for him to suckle and kiss but raised her
butt as well. It didn't happen on purpose but his hands slid down
to rest on the top curve of her ass. In fact he almost didn't
notice it until one of his fingers touched her butt crack. She
stopped suddenly as though she had been doused with ice water so
he raised his hand an inch or so and resumed kissing, sucking and
chewing on her nipples. He just couldn't get over how much bigger
her nipples were or how much nicer they were to suck and chew on.

     A few minutes later when his hands once more slid down to
touch her on the fullness of her butt she pretended not to
notice. Even with his hands lowered in this position she was
still nearly at the end of his reach.
     With a deep breath he slid one of his hands down her butt to
the bottom of her skirt until he felt naked flesh. 
     She jumped.
     Slowly, so very slowly, he slid his hand up her leg until he
felt the soft cotton of her panties. She moved a hand down to
cover his hand not to stop him but to guide him carefully, safely
back to the top of her firm overheated ass. She placed his hand
just above the elastic of her panties. Once there he quickly
moved his other hand under her skirt, up her leg past her panties
to a comfortable place opposite his first hand. 
     At first he was careful to keep his hands where she put them
but it seemed only natural, after just a few moments, to let them
slide lower. His continuous massaging soon had him squeezing her
butt cheeks. Finding little resistance he pushed his fingers
until he was buried so deep in her crack he thought he could feel
her butthole thru her panties. She was moaning and holding him
tight to her breast, in fact so tight that he was having a little
difficulty breathing.
     This continued until Trudy clutched him so tight he couldn't
breathe at all. She held him there several long moments before
her grip loosened.      
     After several deep breaths she went completely limp almost
taking them both down the stairs. He managed to hold her as she
dropped with a rather solid thud onto the stairs behind her.
Fortunately she regained her balance. Unfortunately he lost
contact with both her ass and her titties. His hands now rested
on her shoulders as though to balance her while he watched with
great interest as her breasts heaved with each breath.
     Instinctively she reached out to wrap her arms around the
boy. As she pulled him closer he moved up one step up to keep
from falling. He felt his groin press against her face as she
held him tighter. He didn't know just what was going on but it
felt wonderful, in fact he felt better than he ever had in his
life. Suddenly it was his turn to get dizzy and almost lose his
balance. Fortunately, he was held steady by her firm grip until
it passed.        
     Everything stopped so suddenly the boy thought something had
gone horribly wrong. She simply released him, got up and silently
made her way down the stairs. She was in a daze. In fact she was
half way to the bottom before she realized she was topless and
turned to see the boy coming down the stairs with her blouse and
bra.  
     She slipped her blouse over her head and tucked the bra into
her waistband before disappearing wordlessly thru the back door
to her house. 
     He worried all nite that he had said or done something wrong
but when he saw her at school the next day she was happier than
she had ever been. It was then that he decided to try to do that
same thing with Joyce the very next time she let him play with
her titties.
     Joyce and Trudy began to join him and Mrs. Van Pelt almost
every night in his dreams. His wet dreams continued to grow in
frequency and strength. It was a time the old man looked back on
with great fondness.
     These memories provided him with a wealth of background for
his latest little problem. He compared his current dream to his
dreams of years gone by. There was no comparison in either the
dreams or the results.
     He remembered being covered with massive amounts of sperm,
both sticky and dried. His dreams then were vague and
disconnected mostly just random visions of titties, butts and
faces. 
     The dreams now were clear, concise, linear and very, very
detailed. There was a beginning, middle and an end. Each event
started in a particular place and progressed along a logical
path. Every detail was sharp and clear. He remembered in his
first dream just three nites ago, one girl took off her blouse,
bra, belt, shoes, socks, pants and panties, in that exact order.
In a regular dream she would simply be dressed one minute and
naked the next. Usually, the dream ended the instant he came.
Last nite, he came twice, once in her pussy and again in her
mouth. The dream didn't even stop after he came the second time.
He remembered quite clearly how she had licked his cock clean
from the tip to his balls. Now this wouldn't be so unusual except
that he remembered every detail that occurred between the two
orgasms as well as the tongue cleaning she had performed
afterward. That was unheard of. It seemed as though the dream
finished just seconds before he woke up, the details were so
clear in his mind.
     As he stepped into the bathroom and gently closed the door,
his hand slipped down inside his boxers. His hand encountered a
wet penis but not one sticky with cum. He felt all over but
didn't find any evidence of a wet dream. What he had in his hand
felt exactly like a penis that had been sucked and licked clean
just like in his dream. His hand rolled all around his penis and
balls for several minutes before he removed it. Slowly he brought
his hand up to his nose and inhaled. This was not the feel or
smell of sperm thought the old man. Slowly, very slowly, his
tongue came out to taste his fingers. It certainly didn't taste
like it either. It didn't taste like anything except his
fingers.
     The old man was baffled. He decided to mull this problem
over a cup of coffee. Thus he found himself in his kitchen making
coffee when it hit him. 
     This wasn't a dream, it was a memory. His brain stopped
working logically. It couldn't be a memory but it was. This made
no sense at all so he decided to stop thinking while the coffee
brewed. He would give himself enough time to step back and
reorganize his thoughts.
     Five minutes later he was sitting in his den with a hot cup
of coffee. He would attack this problem in a cold, logical and
analytical way. Out came pencil and paper and the thoughts and
notes began to flow from him. Within an hour he had filled five
pages on his notepad. The five pages were removed from the pad
and arranged on the desk in front of him. He took his cup to the
window and stared out at nothing in particular for several
minutes. Only when he was sure he had cleared his mind and was no
longer thinking on the problem did he return to the desk. 
     He began to read, in no particular order, the five sheets.
The sheets were rearranged and read a second time, then a third
and a fourth. Out came a highliter to mark the more relevant
passages. Finally he sat back and had a clear, concise grasp of
the facts. 
     He took his notepad and began to copy details from the five
original sheets. When at last he had condensed the five sheets
into one single page he sat and read it.
     " I'll be fucked," said he aloud," Now this makes sense but
it can't be true !"
     He had enough facts to make a complete story. He even had
enough facts to identify all the parties involved, maybe. From
the descriptions he had gathered, he thought he might already
know some of the people and places involved. The next logical
step would be to verify some of these ideas as factual.
     He reached for his cell phone and touched the screen to wake
it up. The screen lit up bright and bold revealing that it was
just past seven am. The phone was placed back on the desk to
await a more humane call time. It would be at least an hour
before the party he wanted to call would answer her cell.
     He went over the five papers on his desk and began to add
details he could remember. He remembered a lot of details. Over
the next hour he filled out ten more pages, most with detailed
descriptions of people including their e-mail addresses, phone
numbers and home addresses. He had never before been able to
recall such intricate details of any event. 
     Before the hour was up, he thought to check some of the
e-mail addresses or maybe some street addresses. A quick check of
the yellow pages revealed the accuracy of his notes. In minutes
he had confirmed nine of the addresses as belonging to the names
associated in his notes. He had never met or even heard of any of
these people yet he remembered what they looked like, where they
lived and even their phone numbers and e-mail addresses. Up until
now the only two e-mail addresses he could ever remember were his
and his wife's. His perception of reality was starting to get a
little shaky.
     It was almost time to make that phone call. This phone call
might be the most important call of the old mans life. If he was
wrong it would definitely be the most important because they
would commit him to the local nut house. He decided a double
check was in order maybe even a triple check.
     He was a voracious note taker and as a result had several
note pads and a legal pad in his den. His wife had seen him on
occasion go thru a full legal pad in one day so it was no great
surprise when she looked in to see him scribbling on one. When, a
couple of minutes later he asked her if she had an extra pad or
two, she told him he had extras in his file drawer. 
     He responded that he had used them already. 
     She had just put them there a few days ago so she knew he
had at least a couple left. She decided to show him where they
were but when she opened the drawer it was empty. It was only
then that she looked closely at his desktop. A concerned look
came over her face as she looked at him.  She then asked if he
was alright as he had an unusual somewhat confused look on his
face.
      "Yes, I just need more paper. "He answered.
     "So, what are you writing, "She asked trying to distract him
from his task at hand.
     "Just some addresses and phone numbers, maybe a couple of
e-mails," He tried to sound casual without much success.
     "Hon, everybody knows what a lousy memory you have. That's
why you have all that stuff in your computer and sticky notes all
over the place." She tried to keep things lite in a joking tone
of voice.
     He gathered about twenty pages of notes and handed then to
her saying "Ask me anything."
     "What do you mean?" She wanted to know.
     "Read any name on any paper in your hand," Was his simple
response.
     "Bob Laxel," She read the first name on the first page.
     He responded with the correct address including the zip
code, phone number and e-mail address.
     She was slightly surprised but decided to try one a little
more difficult "Moshe Gillman."
     Again he recited the correct address, phone number and
e-mail.
     She looked thru the papers until she found one he couldn't
possibly know as she could barely read it herself," Mohammed Al
Aswanash"
He gave the correct pronunciation of the name as well as the
address, twelve digit phone number and his e-mail.
     "OK smartass, how the hell are you doing that and don't tell
me you can remember all this," As she fanned the twenty or so
papers in her hand.
     "I've been having these weird dreams the last couple of
nites. All the info you have in your hand came from there. Don't
ask me how but not only can I remember everything perfectly but
it's all true and accurate," He told her with a slight quiver in
his voice.
     They had been married over forty years so she recognized
when something scared him and this scared him.
     "Ok Hon, calm down and tell me exactly what you mean by
that," She requested.
     "Pick any name. Somebody local and read the whole thing." He
responded.
     "Dale Weston," She read all the info that followed his name
     The old man flipped thru the yellow pages on his desk to the
W section. He found Dale Weston listed with the address and phone
number she had just read.
     She placed the papers back on his desk, kissed him gently on
the forehead and left the room. He sat there patiently waiting
for her to return. About half an hour later he started to get up
to go look for her when she calmly walked back into his den. She
had a glass of chocolate milk and several cookies in her hands.
Once seated comfortably on his futon she began to ask questions.
     "What was the dream about?" She calmly asked.
     He picked up a bundle of papers that were separated and off
to the side. He glanced thru them then gave a brief rundown of
the dream. 
    "I was sitting at a desk behind a thick glass wall. People,
mostly men, would come up and put their hands on the glass. My
translucent glass top desk would reveal their information; name,
address, phone number, e-mail, whatever. Then a number would
appear with a dollar amount. The man would either accept it or
choose another number from a menu on the glass wall. If his name
turned green he could pass thru the glass wall. If his name
turned red he could use the glass wall to connect with his bank
and pay what was asked or leave. Sometimes they left but they
always seemed to come back and pay. The same number appeared with
every transaction It looked like a bank account number," The old
man had seen it so many times he wrote it as a matter of habit on
the top of every page of his notes.
     The second dream was a little different but not much. He sat
in a chair on a balcony overlooking a large room full of women.
Men came in the room and milled about for some time before they
picked out the girl they wanted. When a deal was struck they
would go to the bottom of the staircase to drop money in an iron
cash box on a barrel before they went upstairs. The box had the
same  number on it. The girls all looked very much alike even
though they were different ages, sizes, races and dressed
differently.
     "What do you mean they looked alike?" She wanted to know.
     "They looked like the same girl at different ages and
different races. Some were young teens while others were in their
forties or fifties. They were white, black, Mexican, Asian or
middle eastern looking. But they all looked the same like an
actress playing different parts in a movie where they changed her
hair or makeup but it's the same girl." He tried to explain.
     "Who was she? This one girl I mean." She seemed to be
genuinely looking for information he didn't have.
     "I don't know. She's really familiar but I can't quite place
her." He responded.
     "So how much do you think is real?" She asked.
     "What do you mean? It all seems to be real, it all checks
out so far." He didn't quite know what she was asking.
     "What about the money and the bank account numbers?" She
clarified.
     "Oh," He had a bit of surprise in his voice," I hadn't got
that far yet. To be honest, I probably never would have thought
of that."
     "Do you remember anything about that bank number? Like what
bank it belongs to? Or is there any way to check it out like you
checked the rest in the yellow pages?" She seemed like she was
trying to find some way to discredit his story. Maybe she was
just trying to get him back to reality.
     He thought for a minute or two before he gave up. There was
no way to check that number that he could think of and he said
so.
     "Dear, I'm not sure but maybe you copied some names and
addresses from the yellow pages and just filled the story in
around them," She offered.
     "That doesn't explain all the e-mails or the fact that I
memorized all that stuff," He responded.
     "Sorry Hon, it's all I got," She was obviously as confused
and concerned as he was but she just wanted him to let go and
forget about it.
     "Look it's just a story. Don't let it get to you, ok?" She
really wanted him to relax and forget the whole thing. Maybe if
she stopped talking about it he might do just that. She finished
her milk and her last cookie, kissed his forehead and left him
alone in his den. He leaned back to rest his eyes for a few
minutes when he flashed on those two cash boxes. The one on the
barrel at the bottom of the stairs and the one under Toni's bed
had the same name on them.  The name was printed right on the
box, Wells Fargo.
     His eyes popped wide open and within fifteen minutes he was
on the Wells Fargo banking page trying to sign in. The account
holders name was simple, Toni the whore. 
     The password page presented a bit more challenge. After
several failed attempts he decided to take a short break. The
rules demanded a password with both upper and lower case letters
and at least two numbers. 
     Again the old man leaned back to rest his eyes and again his
eyes popped open. He entered 'DocHolliday69'. 
     The account opened showing a very unusual balance sheet. It
not only listed every deposit and date but included the
depositor's name as well. He ran down the list until he found Bob
Laxel, Moshe Gillman, Dale Weston and Mohammed Al Aswanash and a
hundred others that he recognized.
     While there were almost a thousand deposits the balance was
less than nine thousand dollars making the average deposit less
than ten dollars. The balance seemed familiar to the old man
though he couldn't place it at first. He input the number, eight
thousand eight hundred seventy two dollars and fifty cents into
his computer hoping for some kind of help. A few seconds passed
before the origin of the number appeared. Suddenly, everything
was crystal clear.
     He had co-signed a loan for his niece, Toni, many years ago.
Though the loan was almost ten years old only about a quarter of
the balance had been paid. Most of what she had paid over the
years had gone to interest only payments, late fees and
penalties. Then she stopped paying completely so he stopped by
her house to see why. She claimed she was unemployed and broke.
     "Besides Uncle Larz,you have a lot more money than I'll ever
have. You probably won't even miss that tiny bit WE still owe on
that loan," She sneered as she drove away in her brand new car.
He was so mad he saw red.
     The outstanding balance of almost sixty five hundred dollars
was being called by the bank. He had contacted the bank almost a
month ago only to find they were willing to remove him as
co-signer for five and a half thousand dollars. He certainly had
enough to pay the bank what they wanted but it was a matter of
principal. He couldn't bring himself to pay fifty five hundred
leaving her less than a thousand dollars to pay on her own loan,
it just wasn't right.
     He glanced at a picture of his niece hanging on a nearby
wall when it suddenly struck him why all those whores looked
alike. They were all his niece Toni. While one was a thin Asian
Toni at twenty another might be a fat black Toni at forty or
fifty. 
     The girl who fucked Doc was the Toni in that picture.  She
was about sixteen, just before she got pregnant in high school.
Doc's whore was the only one who looked exactly like the Toni in
that picture, except for that part about her beautiful pussy.
Larz had never seen that part of her of course.
    Everything fell into place. It answered all the questions
except one. Was this real? There was no answer to that but the
money in the bank account seemed real enough. 
     He decided to try to use it before it disappeared like a
dream. It was pretty easy to transfer the money. The push of a
few buttons sent fifty five hundred dollars on its way to the
defaulted loan account. He had no idea if this was going to work
but it was worth a try. Finally he leaned back to rest his eyes
without the worry that he was suddenly going to snap awake.
     Eight am came and went the next morning without a phone call
from the bank. Nine and ten and eleven also passed without a
phone call. By noon Larz decided to check the status of the
defaulted loan. It would be extremely embarrassing to call the
loan manager of the defaulted loan if this didn't work so he
chose to check online. A few quick keystrokes opened the online
link to the account. It was such a relief to see the fifty five
hundred dollar payment left a new balance of just under a
thousand dollars. But, being a cautious man he decided to wait
for official notification before celebrating.  He was enjoying a
cool beer on the back patio when the phone rang a few minutes
before four o'clock that afternoon. His wife told him that the
man from the bank wanted to talk to him. The man who had been
handling the loan for quite some time called to express his
personal thanks for the loan balance getting paid. There was no
proof that Larz had sent the money but the man at the bank had no
doubt about where the money came from. It was, to the penny, the
exact amount the two of them had discussed several weeks ago in
relationship to a co-signer payoff. He said a co-signer release
form was already in the mail.
     Two days later, when he got the receipt and release form, he
decided to call his niece to inform her that SHE still had a
thousand dollar balance on her loan. 
     Though he called her cell phone, her sister answered. His
younger niece informed him that Toni wasn't up yet. 
     She relayed this story, "Four days ago mom and dad took her
to the hospital because it looked like she had been gang raped.
They kept her over night but she woke up the next morning looking
the same. They had a police guard on her the next night but she
was the same the next morning. No body can explain it, not even
Toni. They can't help her or even explain it so they just sent
her home. I mean, she's not hurt or in any danger except that she
might get pregnant. They're not even taking DNA samples anymore."
She paused.
     "So they took DNA samples? Did it tell them anything? She's
ok now, right?" Larz wanted to know.
     "They said that the samples were so contaminated with so
many different guys sperm that they couldn't even use it to
compare to known DNA. I don't know what you mean by ok but she
woke up this morning full of sperm just like the last five days,"
She responded.
     "So, Uncle Larz, what did you want?" She asked.
     "What do you mean?" He responded.
     "You called her cell phone so you must have wanted
something," She clarified.
     "Oh, that. It was really nothing, it can wait. I hope she
gets better soon. Hey, keep me up to date on her, ok?" He said as
he ended the call.
     "So this is still going on even though I paid the loan
balance several days ago. I wonder?" He thought.
     With a couple of quick key strokes he checked the balance on
the phantom account. He had left almost thirty three hundred
dollars in that account. The balance was now over five thousand
dollars. He had no idea as to how he might stop this activity but
he certainly knew how to access the money. The thought occurred
to him as he began transferring the funds into his account that
he might split the money with his niece if he could only explain
it in a way that wouldn't get him in trouble.
      Then again,maybe not.
     
     
     
      




     	












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