The final part of the in-field work assignment in Washington, Oregon, and Idaho in the summer of 1986 was going to be completed in August. Two of my coworkers had handled the Washington State parts of the work assignment (there was a reason for this but I can't remember why. I remember that they did have to deal with wildfire issues in northeastern Washington) and I had been working on the Idaho and Oregon portions of the assignment. It was on this trip August through Portland that I would be seeing Abby again.

My schedule was complicated in that much of the time I was going to be in the Pacific Northwest would be away from the Portland area. So, I would only be able to see Abby at the beginning of the trip. By the time I would be getting back to Portland at the end of the trip, Abby would be moving or moved in with Stephanie at Oregon State University in Corvallis.

Normally, when these business trips included weekend stays as part of the scheduling (or where a Saturday stayover would result in a significantly lower airfare below the cost of hotel per diem and rental car), I would stay in a hotel because my company would pay for it and the per diem. My plan (our plan) was for Abby to stay with me while I was in Portland at the beginning of the trip. It wasn't a secret that I would be in Portland or that Abby and I intended to stay together over the weekend.

What was surprising was Abby's dad invited me to stay at the house with Abby instead of a hotel. Of course, I hadn't stayed at the house in June during her graduation because I was working throughout the week, and it might have been a bit too uncomfortable for people to have me around with any sort of public display of affection with Abby. Besides, it worked out better for us (all of us) being based in a hotel room.

I wasn't so sure about staying there or about sleeping with Abby while he was there. He knew that Abby and I were sleeping together (though he didn't know about those sessions she and I had with Abby's friends). He knew how Abby felt about me and my sense of it was that even with the age difference, I wasn't "taking advantage" of his youngest daughter. Still, I made a hotel reservation that I could cancel, just in case. And in the end, he decided that I was certainly treating his remaining daughter well.

I flew into Portland on Thursday evening and drove down to Salem so I could meet with personnel from the Oregon Department of Environmental Quality early on Friday morning. I had already competed the portion in Lake Oswego earlier in the summer. The remaining part of the Oregon work assignment was in eastern Oregon. I also had a remaining Idaho component. I called Abby to tell her that I had arrived safely and that I would see them early Friday evening. Abby really wanted me to spend the night and drive down to Salem in the early in morning. I told her that I already had my reservation in Salem and that way I could be in the offices to meet by 8:30 AM.

I knew what she wanted; she wanted me to be with her in her bed filling her pussy and her ass with my cum. She wanted to be able to go to the Lawn and Garden shop knowing that I had filled her with my cum before I left and she wanted to be able to let it drip out of her while she worked. She was really horny and it was very, very tempting. But the professional side of my brain kicked in.

After picking up my rental car, I drove down to Salem. After checking in to the hotel there and making a couple of calls back home, I called Abby.

"You don't know what you're missing," she said. "My pussy's so wet and my ass is just aching for your cock to fill me up. I just want you to fill me over and over and over again." She went on to describe all the things she wanted to do to and with me. We had phone sessions like this but I was usually on the other side of the country. Abby was cumming on the other end of the line just a little more than an hour's drive away.

Maybe I should have stayed with her. But we would have had to be quiet and subdued like we were when we were first together.

I asked her something like "Do you want me to cum, too? Or do you want me to save it for a really big load?" She asked me to save it if I could because she wanted to be thinking all day about how big a load I would be shooting into her the first time I came.

"In your pussy or in your ass?" I asked.

She paused for a moment as she came again over the phone. Once she caught her breath, "Mmmmm, I want your cock in my pussy as deep as you can get it and I want you to fill my womb with your cum."

Now, that was really hot talk from her and she had said stuff like that to me before. But, to be honest, I was just a little bit more than just concerned. Was she trying to get me to impregnate her and get pregnant? That was the thought I had, though I didn't vocalize it.

"Abby, are you still on your birth control pills?" I asked.

"Yes, of course, silly!"

"When was you last period?" I asked.

"Last week! Why?" she asked.

"Just curious," I said. I felt better knowing that. My ex-wife tended to have this same type of horny reaction after her periods (both on and off birth control) and I learned very quickly that the first week after her periods tended to be very intensely sexual. It didn't automatically mean that she was trying to get pregnant. It just meant she had entered an incredibly horny period and was vocalizing it.

"Then I will fill your womb with a huge first load and, just to make sure that you're cumpletely filled, I better stay in you so that you're plugged until I can drop the second load into that sweet pussy of yours," I said. I could hear her breathing changing and she was cumming again. This was a nice game of phone sex with the promise of being fulfilled in less than 24 hours.

After her breathing started to slow down she asked "What about my ass?"

"You have a beautiful ass and there's nothing quite like watching my cock slide in and out of from behind knowing I'm going to fill it, too." I was laying it on thick, now. "After we've taken care of your pussy and have it all topped off, then we'll take care of filling your ass."

"God, I'm going to get in my car and drive down there," Abby said. "What room are you in?" I told her it was 237. "If you drive down here, we're likely to be up all night and we may both be late in the morning." I also told her that I'd be worried that she would be distracted while driving down I-5 late at night so that we could fuck each other silly. I suggested that she could keep her hot, horny, self safe for both of us by not driving down. Obviously, she knew what I meant and what I was concerned with. After a few more hot minutes we dialed it back as I reminded her that during the weekend I could fuck to the point where her eyeballs just rolled back into their sockets as I fucked her brains out.

We finally said goodnight as I reminded that I had a really big load of cum to fill her with.

I managed to drift off to sleep (without cumming). The next morning, I got up and called Abby before I got ready.

She was groggy as she answered her phone.

"Good morning, Abby. I'm laying here naked in bed thinking of you," I said.

"Mmm, I wish you were here naked in my bed with me. I'd have my legs wrapped around you as I'd hold your cock inside me." We went back and forth like this for a couple of minutes before I said something serious to her.

"As much fun as we have doing this, you need to stay focused today, okay? You and I need to get through this day in one piece."

"I will, I promise," she said.

I had breakfast at the hotel, and then went to meet with the state agency staff and to review documents and the project's progress. It was pleasant weather in Salem and Portland in the morning, but on this Friday it turned into one of those abnormally warm days can occur in Portland during the summer.

It took only a few hours of time to finish my meetings and my work in Salem and I drove back to Portland mid-afternoon to spend the weekend in Portland. The heavy Friday afternoon traffic along I-5 really slowed me down and I drove directly to Abby's house. I was greeted at the door by Abby's dad.

"Good afternoon, sir. You're looking good," I said to him. It had been about two months since I had seen him.

"You don't need to call me 'sir'," he replied.

"Force of habit," I said. We had a bit of small talk about his health and how he was doing.

I heard Abby bound down the stairs and then suddenly appear. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and a t-shirt. She had just gotten home and cleaned up from her afternoon at the lawn and garden shop. I commented on how hot the day was to be working outdoors. Abby wrapped her arms around me, curled one of legs around mine, and gave me a kiss and told me how good it was to see me. That was the first time Abby had displayed her affection for me in front of her dad. I was invited into the living room where we talked for a few minutes, mostly about my day in Salem and the job I was working on.

After a few minutes I told them that I had made a reservation at a hotel (just in case something changed in the plans). If I was going to stay here, I needed to cancel my reservation, if it was still okay to stay. Abby's dad told me that it was okay. I made that call and cancelled the reservations for this weekend. I had reservations for two weeks later that I left in place.

The three of us planned to have dinner together that Friday night and, after dinner, Abby's dad was planning to drive to the coast (Seaside, OR) to spend the weekend with friends. Those plans changed. He was planning to leave earlier (traffic out US 26 West on Friday's could be challenging). Abby thought that the real reason was that her dad was taking an interest in one of the female friends in this group of friends they knew and he was interested in getting there sooner rather than later. He wasn't the "Happy Widower" or anything like that. But he was beginning to come to terms with his wife's death and what was next in his life as well as the lives of his children.

Abby had been concerned about her dad living in that big house all alone. But there was also hope on that front as both his business life and his personal life were also beginning to expand. The spring that had been both difficult and revealing for both of them had been transforming into a "more adult" relationship. That led to whatever comfort level he had developed to allow me to stay in the house with with his soon-to-be 19 year old daughter.

In some ways this was a flashback for me. When my first wife and I had been dating for several months (we were both attending the same university), her parents had to take a weekend trip somewhere (I can't remember where). They a youngest daughter was in high school, they had pets that needed to be taken care of, and her dad had a home-based business that needed some pickup and deliveries over the weekend. Her parents asked us to take care of those responsibilities while they were gone. By this time, her parents knew we were sexually involved with one another, so they knew that while they were away, their oldest daughter and I would be in the house, probably fucking (hopefully not with or in front of their youngest daughter). It was that moment of "turning over the house" that was the flashback.

Abby had all the contact information for her dad if she needed to reach him. I wasn't planning on leaving until Monday morning, so I would still be there when he returned on Sunday night. He told us to behave ourselves (whatever that meant) and separately told me to take good care of his daughter. After a hug and kiss with Abby, we watched him pull out of the driveway and waved goodbye as he drove away.

After he left, Abby and I had the house alone together. It felt strange to be alone with her in this huge house and in the place where it had all started for the two of us. I think, for the first time, I realized what a challenge it had been for Abby and her dad to live together in this house after the accident and after everyone had left when the funeral was over. In some ways, it hung like a weight in the air above us. For Abby and I, it all started here, in this living room; first with Abby watching Catie and I and then the first time Abby and I made love together.

We had discussed this previously, but I asked her to describe what it was she saw and experienced sitting at the top of the steps the first time she was watching Catie and I make love on this couch. Reliving the experience through her words cut through whatever heaviness hung in the air. She, again, was telling me how tender and caring it looked between us and how it didn't look like anything that she had expected (at least from the standpoint of X-rated tape rentals at the time. I had told her that a friend of mine and her brother operated a videotape rental store and her brother let her pick out the x-rated tapes to place in the x-rated rental section. She had a better sense of what would be erotic to both men and women than her brother did).

"I was so turned on and so wet by watching Sis riding your cock that I wanted it to be me who was riding it," she said.

"Would you like to ride me now?" I asked. She nodded her head and we stood up and undressed each other dropping our clothes into piles on the floor. After the previous night's phone sex, I was surprised we had waited this long. I went into one of the downstairs bathrooms and got a towel to put under us, placed it on the couch and sat down on it. Abby straddled my legs and we guided each other into position. She was very wet as slipped her pussy down my cock using her body weight to have me penetrate her. She rode me rather smoothly for a few minutes and it was great to be sitting on the couch with her facing me so I could watch her; the look on her face, the way her breast jiggled as she slid up and down on my cock. Then she stopped and got up.

"I know you've got a nice big load to fill me with," she said. "Wait here a moment, I'll be right back." I watched her as she and her cute ass bounded up the stairs. She came back fairly quickly carrying a tripod and a recording video camera. She set up the tripod, mounted the camera atop it, turned on the camera after plugging it into the wall socket and adjusted the camera to her liking. She asked me to move the towel to a different location on the couch and then to sit down on it again. She opened a new tape and inserted it into the recorder.

"Do you think your friend would like our tapes?" Abby asked.

"Yes," I replied.

When Abby got things set up, she said "Don't go anywhere. I have a surprise for you." And then I watched go back up the stairs. "She has a really cute ass!" I remember thinking as I watched her go up the stairs. I sat there, my back against the back of the couch, my legs spread slightly, and my erect cock pointing up at the ceiling, bouncing ever so slightly with my heartbeat.

Abby was gone only a couple of minutes before I heard her descending the stairs. She stepped down carefully and as she came into sight, I realized that she was wearing the same outfit that she had been wearing the first time she had come down those stairs to surrender her virginity to me; the sheer black negligee, with a garter belt and black stockings on underneath. As before, she was braless (though I knew there were other accessories to this set). She was wearing the black shoes with the clear Lucite heels and, as she carefully came down the steps, her breasts jiggled under the sheer fabric. She certainly seemed more sure footed in those shoes than she had back in October, and certainly less nervous, too. The only difference this time was she was wearing a black, crotchless, string thong. She stepped off the last step and walked around the chair and over to the couch in front of me to model her "surprise," slowly turning in front of me.

"You like?" she asked.

"Absolutely!"

"I didn't get to wear this down here our first time," she said. "Since we're talking about our first time, I thought this time I could."

I leaned forward and slipped my hands inside the opening of the negligee and gently stroked the back of her legs, her butt (squeezing gently), and her lower back and placed my head against her abdomen. Her hands slipped down around my head as I stroked her. After a minute or so, she opened the front of the negligee so she could let it slip off her shoulders onto the floor and then straddled me so that my cock could slide through the crotchless opening opening of her thong. She kept her shoes on as she rode me, her legs to the outside of mine. She rode me this way through several orgasms over about a 5 minute span.

"I want you to take me from behind," she said after an orgasm. She lifted off me, stood up and gave me room to get off the couch, and once I was up, she spread her legs, still in her Lucite heeled shoes, and bent over with her hands placed against the back of the couch.

"What a sight," I said to her as I tugged at the string slightly and then slipped my cock back inside her. With each stroke, I lengthen my stroke so that I ended most of them as deep inside her as I could go. As I got more vigorous in the stroking, there was the distinct "slap! slap! slap!" as my hips impacted her ass causing a wave to ripple away from the contact points. She got into it, getting vocal about how she wanted me to fuck her or fuck her harder. I really liked the way the heeled shoes provided a different stroke angle and access to her from behind. I was getting close and she could feel it.

Now she added more verbal directions. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! ...Fill me with you cum!...Grab me by my hips and fuck me hard!...Fill me with your seed!" and so on. I wasn't going to ride any edge. I was going to blow right through it and explode inside her.

As I was thrusting away and about to cum, I asked her while we were both panting "Are you ready for me?"

"OH, YES! Empty your balls and fill me up!" she panted.

"HERE!" I said with a hard stroke inside her and then slowly pulled back.

"I!" with another hard stroke inside her. With that stroke, I knew I was committed and going over the edge. I drew my cock back as far as I could without slipping out of her.

"CUMMMMM!" as I slammed my cock back inside her and held her by her hips to stay pressed deep inside her. The pulses of cum at about once per second went shooting inside her. She later told me that this slightly different angle made more aware of each contraction as I was cumming inside her.

i was still letting out the "MMMMMM" from "CUMMMMM!" In her mind she visualized each spurt filling her up and the last thing she got out was "I can feel you filling me up" before she shook and shuddered in another orgasm. She stood upright, I released her hips, and I angled my hips to stay in her as deeply as I could. I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned back against my chest, tucking my chin over her shoulder.

She passed the crest of her orgasm and with a smile on her face and one arm wrapped behind my head she asked, "Do you think you can stay hard in me?"

"Yes, I think so," I said quietly.

"Good, I'm all lubed up. I want you to fuck me in the ass!"

I knew if I waited too long, my refractory period might interfere with my ability to slide my cock into her ass and she was asking me to wait. I slid my cock out of her and she quickly slid the crotchless string off her hips, down her legs and stepped out of them. And then she bent over to present that beautiful rosebud to me. I trusted that she had applied lubricant while she was upstairs. That, and my cock with cum dripping from the head, should be enough to slide into her ass. It was and I was pretty firm when I slid into her. I went through my semi-rigid refractory period with my cock inside her ass using subtle stroking to keep me hard and get me back fully erect.

We ass-fucked for about 15 minutes; 10 minutes with me behind her, 5 minutes while she rode my cock in her ass. All that time, some of my cum was dripping out of her pussy. When she was standing it was dripping onto the floor or running down the inside of her legs. As she was riding me, it was onto my pubic area. As I got closer to cumming, she kept encouraging me.

"OH, YES!" Fuck me hard! Fuck me in the ass!"

I went over the edge again and filled her ass with my cum. I was deep in her ass and that meant that my cum was also squirting deep inside her. She liked feel my cock pulse inside her ass. As the pulses of each spurt gradually diminished, we were in a close embrace with gentle kisses between the two of us as well as gently sucking Abby's nipples.

"This isn't what we planned last night," I said to Abby.

"I know," she said. "But knowing that you had placed a nice big, load in my pussy...I needed you in my ass."

We were in that sexual afterglow period where our overheated bodies were cooling off. It was cooler downstairs, too, even though this house did have air conditioning for hot days like this one. I liked this period, my cock still inside Abby acting as a plug and the tenderness that we shared.

"Is it just you and I this weekend?" I asked Abby. That was the original plan. I just wanted to be sure.

"Yes," Abby replied.

"Good. You get all my attention and all my cum." Abby smiled at that.

My cock was gradually beginning to slide out of her as it became more flaccid. Finally, it slipped out of her ass. We finally got up from the couch and Abby turned off the video camera. She took the camera and tripod upstairs. I grabbed our clothes and the towels and followed her up the stairs. When I got up there, Abby was resetting the tripod and camera in her room. I placed the towels and our clothes on the bed. There were two coat trees beside Abby's bed (one on each side) and there were empty enema bags hanging from them. Abby told me that she had plans for us later on.

Once she had the camera set, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

"Time to clean up," she told me. We had an intimate little cleanup. I did some of my clean-up with my tongue, cleaning the inside of Abby's thighs. Ultimately, though, it relied upon soapy water and wash cloths with lots of close embracing and kisses. Abby's washing and manipulating my cock with her hands got me hard again. As I expanded in her hands, she marveled that while she loved the look of my cock and it's feel, there was no clue about how my cock made her feel.

"It's who it's attached to, what they do with it, and how they treat you." I said. She lingered, gently holding my cock in her hand.

"Bring the towels, we should probably go downstairs and get something to eat so you can make more of your cum juice," she said.

I followed her out of the bathroom to pickup the towels. I had this strange feeling as I walked past Catie's room and quickly glanced into it as I walked by. I wasn't prepared for the flood of emotions I felt walking by her room (that was still an intact memorial to her life). I later realized that Abby and her dad had to live in this house with all of it's memories. That daily experience had them adapt in a way that I hadn't or couldn't. I had helped empty Catie's apartment in Chicago and now that was "gone." But here, in this house, were memories of her and her mom, some of the evidence that she and they had, indeed. been alive as part of a loving family.

We would eventually return to this room, to Catie's room. For the moment, this time belonged to and with Abby, and I set aside the wave, the flood, of feelings I felt and followed Abby downstairs.