CHAPTER 1
Caleb Hunter had this recurring thing in his head about returning to the room and the woman sprawled on the bed, covered in sweat after having had sex with him, the moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting her, breeze fluttering the curtains. She'd opened her glistening eyes and coo, "Are you ready to fuck me again darling?"
The film strip ran through his head like a familiar memory, only he'd never experienced it. In all of his years of 'plucking' females Caleb had never met a woman like that. In fact none have ever come close. The women he'd fucked over the years, including his wife, said things like...
"Caleb I don't want you sweating on me like this."
"You're too heavy."
"Stop, you are making me perspire."
"Shut the window Caleb."
"You know I don't wish you to see me nude."
"Fuck off Caleb. One a session is enough for me. Have you run the bath?"
Caleb sighed. It was a wonder he bothered having sex. At least his hand didn't give him a hard time. He wondered if he'd be better of being gay but his cock began trembling at that thought.
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Caleb Hogan Hunter was the second and youngest son of Hogan and Bernadette Hunter and had his first full sexual experience when in his final year at high school. The younger daughter of one of his mom's arty friend had told how to make every move, and she told him not to fire inside her but of course he did, not understanding that instruction. The bitch belted him one and he remembered that very well. He saw stars for hours and was probably lightly concussed.
He wanted to go to the local college with his pals but oh no, his mom decided he required something called 'strong moral fiber' and sent him to a college run by a religious trust where he learned the meaning of edifying things so useful in life such as brimstone, the Dead Sea Scrolls, controlling masturbation and something called God's Word. He was one of the few guys who wasn't gay but fortunately the matron and the married female cooks were looking for guys who weren't gay. As he aged his was through college his dick grew and he no longer kept falling out of those fat female sluts.
Aunt June, his mom's sister arrived one weekend at college and applied for a leave pass to take him away for a picnic. Waiting to eat beside a river Caleb learned a secret about Aunt June. She liked sex, quite passionately in fact.
"If there are no women students and an all-male teaching staff Caleb, how are you developing your sex life?"
He was too embarrassed to answer so made masturbation motions to her.
"Oh my poor darling," Aunt June cooed, smothering him with tit. As he gasped for air she was undoing her dress and bra and soon was pushing a nipple into his mouth.
"Er Aunt June?"
"Shut up and suck," she purred and then asked in awe after unzipping him, "How old are you Caleb?"
He was nineteen then and stayed four years to graduate with a master's in media studies, majoring in print media. Caleb's mom also visited and asked him, "Why does June visit you so regularly?"
Caleb choked, unable to answer.
"Ohmigod, she and you are doing it aren't you?"
Caleb nodded thinking that would be the end of Aunt June's visits.
But no. His mom giggled and said the dirty slut and she made him tell her what they did and where they did it. She then chatted on as if that exposé had been forgotten. But no; next time when his mom arrived on a Sunday afternoon visit she took Caleb on a picnic where she hitched up her skirt and handed him a condom. They continued until he graduated. Caleb was very proud of his mom; she was such a good fuck, considerably better than her 'dirty slut' younger sister.
Caleb failed to win a position on the local newspaper after graduating. His mom called the chief-of-staff of the Clarence Herald and when that guy said no she went in to see him and took him out to lunch.
"How did you get on?" Caleb asked when his mom returned home from lunch just before 5:00.
"I have no idea," she yawned and said she was off for a bath. Caleb noticed she was walking a little bow-legged.
Three days later a letter arrived offering him a position on the Herald as assistant to the motoring editor Karen Hobbs. Apparently there were complaints her road tests were too female oriented and it was decided to give her a male assistant to add his perspective.
"God a slick college graduate is the last thing I need," moaned fat Karen whose tits wobbled down around her belly button, or at least where Caleb imagined the navel on a fifty-five-year old woman would be. He's been briefed Karen was a former motor vehicle repair technician and possessed no formal training in journalism.
"I'm not interested in having sex with you," she said. "I'm gay."
Caleb longed to tell her how relieved he was to hear that.
Their first combined test was of a new model Ford pickup.
"A fucking gas guzzler," she moaned.
"Then let's also test the diesel version."
"Are you mad Caleb? Two vehicle tests by two testers and we only have twenty-eight single column inches to fill including pix."
"Easy. No introductory waffle like you usually provide, all comment confined to main points that readers are likely to wonder about compared with the model being replaced."
"Listen asshole, talk to me like that again and you'll get a shifter handle with over-size ball up your ass."
"God you're such a bitch but still very likeable," Caleb said.
"Oooh, you are such a gentleman. Perhaps I should introduce my Carole to you."
Caleb groaned to himself thinking that would be her girlfriend.
The review was presented for editing with Caleb combining both reviews and then chopping them fairly expertly to just over-run the allotted space to give the sub-editor something to do. It received complimentary remarks from the chief sub who hated every reporter/writer on the planet, as was the tradition.
Karen was over the moon because she also received praise and invited Caleb to dinner. He attempted to weasel out but was reminded Karen kept that shifter handle in her office locker. Caleb agreed to go.
Just like in the movies it turned out Karen and Sam's daughter Carole who still lived at home was great-looking, a desirable featured being big pointy tits. Oh how Caleb desired. But she paid little attention to him. It interested the visitor that in the home environment Karen acted nothing like a lesbian. She was all over Sam when he came home and Caleb was very sure as wife and husband kissed Karen had a hand down the front of Sam's trousers. A reporter is trained to be a professional observer to notice such things.
