One hot summer afternoon, after a sensual lovemaking session, my girlfriend Claudia confessed to me that she had never been with a man. Most lesbians were with men for a time before they discovered women, and I've always considered myself bisexual, so this came as a shock to me.nnI asked her if she had ever desired a man, and she said she desired them all the time, but she had always been content just being with women so it had never really come up. Gently, I broached the subject of a threesome. Would it be more comfortable for her if I was there with her for her first time? Shyly, she confided that she was hoping I'd make that offer.nnI had a man in mind right away. David was a divorcee who had been an occasional fling of mine when I was single. He was vasectomized, so there was no risk of pregnancy, and he was, although sensual, somewhat jaded about women, so there was no risk of him becoming attached. He also had a gentle but creative and adventurous sexual style.nnI told Claudia about him, and as I began to describe David's thin and muscular body, I could see her become visibly excited. She asked nervously how large his penis was, and I told her that it was average in length but very wide. She looked slightly nervous, but I reminded her that I had taken her with objects much larger, including dildoes and, on special occasion, my whole hand. She relaxed and began to tremble a bit, and she asked if I could call him right away and make plans for as soon as possible. nnMy arm did not need twisting. I reached for the phone beside the bed and called information. Moments later, the operator patched me through and he answered on the third ring. nnHis voice sounded shocked and pleased when he heard that it was me. He reminded me that it had been too long, and I explained that it was because I was in a relationship with a beautiful tall brunette named Claudia. I was not shy about what I wanted, and asked him right away if he had been tested recently and if he'd be interested in coming over sometime.

Even though I love my daughter more than I can begin to express, I finally had to admit that she was a slut. There was simply no other way to look at it. It was the truth. Somehow Tammy had gotten out of control and I couldn't get her back. When I tried to talk to her, reason with her, we usually got into an argument.nnShe started hanging out with the wrong crowd a couple of years ago shortly after her mother and I divorced. The people she'd befriended over the past few years are what I call social misfits that probably have a standing reservation at the local jailhouse. Her taste in clothing changed to provocative and skimpy skirts and blouses that revealed more than I thought was appropriate. She also began staying out until the early hours of the morning and sometimes didn't come home for two or three days.nnI could have blamed the divorce on Tammy's behavior but I know now that wasn't the case. The truth is, she and her mother seldom got along, so it had nothing to do with Susan. Before the divorce, Tammy had been daddy's little girl and I think that infuriated my wife. When Teresa did leave me for another man, my daughter opted to stay with me, which wasn't all that surprising.nnI looked at the clock over the fireplace: two o'clock in the morning. Tammy had left with some friends around five in the afternoon and had promised to be back at midnight. Now two hours had passed and no Tammy. To say the least, I was pissed. Unfortunately, at least in this particular situation, I had also had too much to drink. One lesson I've learned is that it's difficult to reason with my daughter when I'm anything less than sober, and four straight scotches weren't going to help me. But I no longer cared.

Andrea simply adored her father, it had been a very emotional and stressful time for them both after losing her mom in an horrendous auto accident when she was just 16 years old.Andrea Goes To College Ch. 01nnBut they learnt to cope and they grew so much closer as the months and years passed. Once she had finished school at eighteen she devoted herself to her father and looked after his every need including those of a sexual nature. nnThey didn't look alike whatsoever, her dad's skin was white and he was tall with dark hair, Andrea was a brown skinned beauty with jet-black hair that enhanced her stunning figure and she stood close to five feet six inches tall. I should explain that Andrea's late mom had been as black as the ace of spades and a former beauty queen in her younger years, even at forty three years old when she died, she had still turned heads on the street as she walked by. nnNow that Andrea had turned 20 years old she had been looking for a satisfactory college to continue her education and had finally agreed on one near Toronto, Canada. nnThe college of her choice offered everything in the area of subjects that she wanted to pursue. It also seemed to be the best choice that she could find that satisfied both her and daddy, as he would be footing the entire expense. nnWith the college being about a five-hour drive from her home in Michigan she would have to find suitable accommodations near the college, as commuting was totally out of the question. So once she had been accepted and her start date got very close then both her and daddy drove there again in his SUV. But this time loaded with Andrea's things as they spent the weekend looking around again for the second time this year, but this time for a small apartment for Andrea.nnDaddy grabbed newspapers and they checked out rental apartments, they made numerous calls but were either put off with the quality of the accommodation or the distance from the college. nn"Look daddy instead of just taking me home and bringing me back again next weekend why don't you check me into a motel near the college, you can stay the night and I can give you a good time. Don't forget, once I get into college after next weekend then I won't be there to give you head every time you need it or to look after any other needs. I have my bicycle in the back with all my things that I need and I can checkout places to rent. I'll try to find ones that are very close to the college and well within your budget. Maybe there's basement apartments or ones that's not advertised in the bigger newspapers, maybe they have advertisements in the college."nn"Well that maybe a good idea honey, you know what budget I've set and I'll give you a blank cheque or two, just in case, plus you have a credit card for emergencies. Then I'll be able to work overtime next Saturday if you've found a place and drive out here Sunday to see what you found.

Note: This story is the fourth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.nnThis is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.nn*nnPonce and I spent the afternoon together. We had a wonderful time. Our first stop was my dorm. The girls on the floor flocked to my room. Like Danny, Ponce was another heartthrob for many of the young women at Kelroy. nnI packed a gym bag with shorts, shoes, a sports bra, a t shirt, a towel, a bar of soap and clean underwear to put on after the game. nnAs we were leaving the dorm I turned to Ponce. "Every girl in this dormitory wants to go out with you. Just say the word and I'll start setting you up with dates." I poked him in the ribs. "If he wants to, my big boy could become a real pussyman." nnPonce blushed. For the rest of the afternoon, whenever we were alone I called him my "pussyman." nnOur next stop was the grill. Ponce bought a tuna fish sandwich and a Coke for both of us.