5 months ago, my parents died in a car accident, involving a drunk driver. Soon after, I was sent to live with my dad’s younger brother, Max, up in the mountains hours away from my old home. One day, sometime during the night, I happen to pass my Uncle’s bedroom and happen to catch him doing something that will forever change my life.
By Jefferson on wolfpub
CHAPTER THREE
“Mandy and the Runaways”
Friday December 15th
The next day was Friday and David had a date with Mandy, the young virgin that Elizabeth had set him up with. After work, he went home, ate a snack while watching the news and then set to work.
He got the glove and pulled the pin out carefully. He used an alcohol wipe to clean the tip of the pin. He then allowed it to set and dry while he went and showered. He came out of the shower dressed in a bathrobe and dunked the pin into the SLuT9 and let it sit to dry again. He stoppered the vial and hid it in the top of his closet behind some old shoe boxes in which he stored pictures of his two daughters.
While the pin dried again, he dressed, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. With only his shoes left to put on, David sat down with the glove again. He used some small pieces of foam to pad the pin so only the very tip of the pin poked out through the leather of the glove. He had learned his lesson with Rebbecca the day before. Her arm had bled and he hadn’t bothered to stop the bleeding. He didn’t care if she suffered, but he didn’t want Mandy uncomfortable or bleeding when he took her virginity later that evening. David was still pretty sure there was enough of the pin poking through to pass through a thin piece of clothing and still break skin when needed.
He carefully folded the glove into a ball, making sure the pin was safely tucked away and put the glove in his pants pocket for use later.
At quarter to six, Dave made sure he had his wallet, keys and the glove and headed out to the car. Gotta find a way to make a little extra money and get myself a new car, Dave thought as he slipped in behind the wheel. He started the car and made the ten minute drive to the university.
As Dave thought more about what was going to happen tonight, he almost had to laugh. Here it was, ten days before Christmas and he was going out on a date with a good little Catholic girl. She would be going home soon for winter break and, for the first time, she would have to go to Confession and tell the priest that she’d had sex and, if things worked the way Dave hoped they would, she would have to confess she had not only had sex but that she had begged for it.
Dave pulled up in front of the dormitory and parked. He went in and asked for Amanda Schmidt. The young woman at the desk called up and told him she would be down in a few. Dave found himself a seat, watching all the pretty, young co-eds going in and out and waited.
When she stepped off the elevator, Dave was sure he had found his girl. She had long, silky brown hair that was pulled back into a single ponytail that hung down nearly to her belt. She stood only five foot four with a little round face, big brown eyes, a perfect nose that turned up just slightly at the ends and a tiny little mouth. She seemed familiar to Dave somehow. It took him a few minutes but he finally placed it. She looked like that girl on The Wonder Years, Danica McKellar.
Mandy seemed to know who he was as well. Dave guessed that Elizabeth had told her about him which was fine. It stopped the awkward moment where she sees him and realizes he’s old enough to be her father. She waved to a few people as she crossed the lobby and came to stand in front of him. Dave rose to greet her.
“Are you Mandy?”
She nodded. “You’re Max, right?”
He put out his hand and she took it and they shook.
“Shall we go?”
She nodded shyly. He offered his arm and she took it and he led her out of the building and out to his car.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
“Well, I was thinking dinner. After that, I leave it completely up to you.”
Mandy nodded, apparently approving of his plans. He opened the car door for her. Once she was in, he shut the door and ran around to climb in behind the wheel. “Do you like Italian?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she asked, giving him a very pretty smile.
Dave started the car, backed out and pulled the car out onto the small two lane road that cut the university in half.
“So tell me about yourself? Have you been married?”
Dave hadn’t thought about the fact that since this was a date, not just him giving some girl SLuT9 and taking her to bed. The girl might actually want to get to know him. Right now, she thought his name was Max. Dave had to think quickly about what to tell her. He made a decision that it was easier to tell just one lie than who knows how many. He decided to stick with the truth as much as possible.
“I was,” Dave said, nodding. “She left me for another man. They’re living together now. I have two kids, both girls, both of them are just a few years younger than you. Emily is seventeen and Hayley, my baby, is fifteen.”
“Why are you dating someone not much older than your daughters?”
“It’s Elizabeth’s fault,” Dave told her wanting to come up with a good story. He tried hard to remember Elizabeth’s story but had little luck recalling what it was. He kicked himself for not calling Elizabeth and finding out how much Mandy already know “We met and flirted. We really hit it off but there just wasn’t any chemistry. She told me she knew this really great girl she thought I would like. That was you. Without even asking me, she pulls out that pink cell phone of hers and calls you. I promise you, I had no idea what she was doing until I heard her talking to you.”
“So you don’t normally date girls my age?”
“I have no problem dating girls your age. To be honest, technically, this is the first date I’ve been on since my wife left me.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Two years ago this past October.”
“What about Elizabeth?”
“Elizabeth and I didn’t really date. It was just that one time. We met and….” Mandy nodded, apparently understanding.
Dave turned the car into the parking lot of the restaurant and parked. “You ready?”
Mandy nodded. Dave jumped out of the car. Mandy got the door open before he got there so he couldn’t open it for her. She once again took his arm and he led her into the restaurant. They were soon seated with a glass of water set before each of them.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Tell me about you?”
“You didn’t tell me much about you. Just that you’re divorced.”
“Okay, let’s see. My name is Max Bernard, I’m thirty-eight years old. Born and raised here. Married right out of high school. Never went to college. Worked at the same company for going on twenty-one years now. It’s a company my uncle, my father’s brother, started. I am well up in the ranks now. Partly due to my name, partly due to the fact that I’ve been there for twenty years. They keep offering me vice president and I keep turning it down because I don’t want to be that responsible. I told you I had two girls,. They live with their mother but I’m working on that. Umm…” Dave thought for a moment. “I’m divorced. My ex-wife took almost everything when she left. Forced me to sell the house and everything which is why I drive a clunker of a car and live in a rat trap of an apartment.”
“If you’re so high up in this company, you should be making pretty good money.”
Dave nodded.
“So why not get a new house and car?”
“Because while my wife left me for another man and is living with him, she hasn’t married that other man. Instead, she is continuing to collect alimony and child support from me. Between alimony, child support, and taxes, that leaves me about one quarter of my paycheck.”
“Can’t you get the alimony removed since she’s living with another man?”
“Nope. Judge said that I had to pay until she got remarried. My lawyer tells me it’s an odd thing for a judge to do but it isn’t unheard of and it isn’t enough to get the ruling overturned. So, I continue to pay, she continues to collect, and her boyfriend is using my money to run for the state senate.”
“Your ex-wife is dating Paul Eggerston?”
“That’s him. And she’s not just dating him, she’s living with him. I guess you pay attention to politics, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “I like politics. My ideal job is to get hired by CNN and work as a political correspondent. So, how often do you see your kids?”
“Oh I get to see them pretty regularly. Rebbecca just makes it tough for me. That isn’t my problem. Right now, Rebbecca and I are locking horns over Christmas. I was living in this horrible little place right after we divorced and I wouldn’t let the girls come over for Christmas. By last Christmas, Rebbecca had moved the girls in with Paul and she told me the same thing she’s telling me now, that they want to spend Christmas together as a family. Of course, it’s nothing more than a big heaping, steaming pile of bull…” Dave stopped himself from finishing the sentence.
“Bullshit. You can say it. I know Elizabeth described me as a good little Catholic girl. She always does, but even us good little Catholics cuss sometimes.”
“Good to know,” Dave said with a smile. As hard as it was for him to believe, Dave was actually coming to like this girl. She was smart, funny and fun to be with.
“Also, you can count on not having to pay alimony for too much longer.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The man has been living with a single mother for two years. People will come to think he has commitment issues if he doesn’t marry her soon. Who wants a state senator that has commitment issues? No, my guess is he’ll marry her, or dump her, the beginning of the year. Has to do it well ahead of the real campaign and that will be the middle of the year.” Dave nodded. He had kind of figured that out for himself.
“What do you think would happen if my ex-wife was suddenly caught up in, oh let’s say, a sex tape scandal?”
Mandy smiled and leaned forward. “Do you have one?”
“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me,” Dave said with a smile.
“If you have one, and if it was released to the public at just the right time, say, a month or so before the elections. It could very easily hurt Eggerston’s chances of winning.”
“I’m not out to hurt Eggerston.”
“One more thing you probably haven’t thought of.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you know what Eggerston does for a living? What his job is?”
Dave shrugged. “I think he’s an attorney of some sort.”
Mandy giggled. “He’s an attorney alright. Pretty good one too from what I’ve heard. He’s the deputy district attorney for the city.”
“Oh, really.”
Mandy nodded. “You don’t get the connection, do you?” She leaned forward, almost completely over the table giving Dave a nice look down her shirt. “My guess, he knows, and probably plays golf, with almost every judge in this city.”
“Including the judge who sat on my divorce?”
“Exactly. You got screwed all the way around.”
Their meals came and they ate as they discussed less stressful topics. She told him quite a bit about herself including that she was eighteen years old, was born and raised in the northern part of the state, had come down to go to college, majoring in communications and journalism with an eye towards TV news broadcasting.
After dinner, the two sat and finished their drinks for a few minutes and then got up and headed back to the car. Once again Dave opened the car door for her and held her hand as she got in. He then ran around and got in behind the wheel. “Okay,” Dave said, once behind the wheel. “I told you that once we had dinner, the rest of the date was up to you. So now I’m leaving it up to you. Where to?”
She opened her mouth, shut it again, her brow furrowed and then said, “You choose.”
Dave smiled at her, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
“So where are we going?”
“I’m choosing, remember?”
“What? So I don’t get to know?”
“Not until we get there.”
“Fine.”
She turned to passenger side window and watched the city go by as he drove. For a moment he worried she was truly mad at him but he could see the slight smile on her face reflected in the window.
“Doesn’t matter how much you pout, although you are cute when you do, I’m still not going to tell you where we’re going. I have two teenaged daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.”
“Drat!” She said, snapping her fingers. “Foiled again. How about pleading, does that work?”
Dave shook his head. “Only if it comes with sexual favors.”
“Foiled at every turn.”
Dave continued to drive until they reached a park. He pulled in and parked the car. He opened her door for her.
As she stepped out, Mandy smiled at him. “I’m learning.” They both laughed.
Dave took her arm and they began walking down one of the well-lit paths through the park continuing to talk and laugh.
“You know, I had other plans for tonight. I didn’t expect this date to go so well.”
“Do you wanna take me home? If you have something else to do.”
“You misunderstand Mandy. The plans were for you. I had some ideas about what we would do and such but I don’t want to do those things anymore.”
“Because I’m so sweet and cute?”
Dave thought about this for a moment. “Yeah. Exactly for that reason.”
“What did you have planned?”
“I don’t think I wanna talk about that.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mandy spoke again.
“Tell me the plans, Max. Please? I really wanna know.”
Dave stopped and turned to her. He looked down at her and into her eyes for a long moment, then bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist in any way. “Let’s discuss something else.” Dave turned, took her hand again and started walking.
“Can you give me some idea of what these plans included?”
“I’d rather not,” Dave said, not looking at her.
“You wanna know what I think?” Dave nodded but still didn’t look at her. “I think you were thinking of trying to seduce me. Trying to get into the panties of the good little Catholic girl. I think Elizabeth knew exactly what you were going to do and I think that’s why she called me.”
“Why would your friend do that to you?”
Mandy guffawed. “Who ever said Elizabeth was a friend? She’s more like a friend of a friend. We know each other. We’ve even hung out together on occasion. But we don’t run in the same circles. Elizabeth is a…” Mandy considered her words before speaking. “She’s a party girl, I guess. She likes a good time. Sees lots of guys. Sleeps with most of them. She has never come out and said anything flat out about me being Catholic and all but she’s hinted that she doesn’t like it. She thinks I should… relax. Enjoy myself more.”
“And you don’t?”
“I was raised to be this way. My mother was the same way. So are my little sisters. I don’t see anything wrong with the way I choose to lead my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging Elizabeth. I have never tried to convince anyone, no matter who they were or how they lived, that their way was wrong and my way was right. Elizabeth has no such qualms though. Numerous times, as I said, she has hinted that I should chill, relax, party-hardy and all that. I imagine she thinks I have a steel rod running up the length of my spine. That’s part of the reason I don’t consider her a friend. I took this date expecting you to be exactly that kind of man. I don’t think it’s you though. Just things you’ve said. The way you’ve treated me. I think this is new to you. I don’t think you’re that type of person. You yourself said you hadn’t dated in two years. I think you were looking for a conquest and I was, excuse the pun, virgin territory. Who could resist, right? But now that you’ve met me, found me sweet, charming, funny, cute and all that, you can’t bring yourself to do it.”
“Has Elizabeth done this before?”
“Twice. The first time I didn’t realize what she was doing. I spent two hours fighting off this guy who must have had eight arms. Finally I got sick of it. He stopped at a light, I got out of the car and walked away. Called a cab and went home. The second time I went, I was more ready. I even carried pepper spray in my purse. It’s still there, just waiting. He wasn’t as bad. He tried but when I wouldn’t sleep with him, he started rumors about me at the school but nobody who knows me believed them. Didn’t bother me any. She’s called a couple other times but I had something else to do. I had nothing to do tonight so… I accepted the date.”
Dave laughed. “What am I? A challenge? Are you testing yourself?”
“No. I figured if nothing else, I’d get a free dinner, maybe a movie and call a cab to take me back to the dorms.”
“So you’re a gold digger?”
“Of course not. You asked me, remember? You made the plans for tonight. I just came along. Now, if you don’t like that, I’ll be happy to go back to the car and you can drop me at my dorm.”
“No, I think I wanna keep walking.”
“Good. Me too.”
They continued to walk. The path was two miles long and circled around returning them to almost the same spot where they had first picked up the path. As they started for the car Mandy spoke. “So, will you be asking me for another date?”
“I don’t think so, Mandy. But I also don’t think I’ll be asking Elizabeth for another date.”
“Oh, dear. Elizabeth isn’t going to be happy with me. I’ve ruined one of her new toys.”
“A toy, huh?”
Mandy shrugged but didn’t say anything.
The two got back in the car and Dave drove them back to the college campus and stopped in front of Mandy’s dorm. He walked her to the front door, gave her a quick kiss good night and watched as she went in. He then returned to his car and headed home.
Even though he hadn’t gotten laid, Mandy had proven most useful for all kinds of information. She had pointed out a number of things about Rebbecca and Paul that he hadn’t known or hadn’t realized and she had made him understand a few things about himself as well.
Have to rethink the way I’m going to enjoy my new toy, Dave told himself as he drove home. I think, deep down, I knew Elizabeth was a slut when I picked her up. Hell, it was the main reason I chose her. Mandy would have been a different story. With Elizabeth, it was fun. She was fun. She didn’t care that I had given her the drug. She wanted her urges fulfilled and I did that for her. Mandy though, I think that would have been rape. I have no doubt the drug would have forced Mandy to give into those urges but I think she would have hated that it happened. I think it would have been pretty close to rape. Maybe it would have actually been a rape. I think I would have felt guilty for a very long time if I did what I had set out to do tonight.
I don’t feel bad about what I did, he thought, or what I’m doing to Rebbecca. I don’t think falling into bed with me again is going to devastate Becca’s world. She’s fallen into bed with me before at odd times. The day she filed the divorce papers she came to the office and had me bend her over the desk and bang her good. Nope, don’t feel guilty or sorry about Rebbecca or Elizabeth. Guess I’ll have to pick my targets a little more carefully next time.
Dave arrived back at his apartment. He took the glove with the still coated pin in it and buried it in his sock drawer. He then undressed, took a long hot shower, and went to bed feeling pretty good about himself.
Saturday, December 16th
The next morning Dave was awakened by the phone ringing. He rolled over, noted that the alarm clock on his night stand said it wasn’t quite six AM, and then scooped up the phone “Herro,” he said sleepily.
“Daddy?”
Dave was awake with that one little word.
“Em?” he asked, sitting up in the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Daddy, I’m lost.”
“What do you mean, you’re lost?”
“Mom, Hayley and I got into huge fight last night. She said she wasn’t going to let us come see you this weekend. What the hell did you do to piss her off?”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I told her. Dave wasn’t going to tell his seventeen year old daughter that he all but raped her mother, even if her mother did deserve it. “What happened?”
“Mom ended the fight. Told us we weren’t going and that was that. Hayley and I discussed it. We both want to see you so we made a plan. We got up early this morning, well before Mom or Paul would be up, snuck out of the house and took my car. The plan was to surprise you at your apartment but we’re lost. I know how to get there but I’ve always driven it in daylight. I think I missed a turn or turned down the wrong road. We’ve been wandering around for about fifteen minutes now with no sign of getting un-lost I have no idea where we are or how to get to your house from here.”
“Where are you?”
“We stopped at a hotel. It’s a Day’s Inn. The guy at the desk says we’re on Kilpatrick Street. Near Mears. How do we get to your house from here?”
“I know where you are, Em. Just stay there. I’ll come to you.”
“Hurry.”
Dave smiled and hung up. Even when they’re seventeen, every father loves to hear his daughter say that she needs him. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the same pants he’d had on the night before and pulled them up. He went into the bathroom and drained his bladder, rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash and ran a comb through his hair to make himself presentable. He then grabbed a tee shirt from the closet, stepped into his running shoes, made sure he had keys and headed out the door.
The hotel was only about seven blocks, as the crow flies, from Dave’s apartment but since both his apartment and the motel were in the old section of the city the streets were narrow, didn’t always run in a perfect square, and there were a lot of one-way streets. It took Dave just over ten minutes from the time he got in his car, to get to the hotel.
He saw Emily’s car. Paul and Rebbecca had bought it for her earlier in the year as a birthday present, but neither of the girls were in the car. Dave parked beside Em’s car, jumped out and went into the hotel. Both girls were sitting there in the lobby. Hayley was the first one to see him. She jumped to her feet and ran to her father, hugging him tight. Emily followed behind but didn’t run. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re just lost, Daddy. We didn’t get raped,” Emily said with her usual sarcastic smile.
After holding Hayley a minute longer than he really needed to, Dave released her and led the two girls out of the hotel and to their cars.
“I wanna ride with you, Daddy,” Hayley said when they reached the cars.
“You gonna be okay, Em?”
Emily nodded and slipped behind the wheel of her car, a brand-new, candy-apple-red Dodge Charger. Dave wished he could afford the twenty-five thousand it would take to buy one. Hayley got into the passengers seat while Dave got behind the wheel of his clunker. Both buckled up and then Dave backed out. Making sure Emily stayed behind him, the drive home took a few minutes longer than the drive to the hotel but neither of them got lost on the way.
“So, Daddy,” Hayley said as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot. “What did you do to Mom to piss her off?”
“That’s between your mother and I, Hayley. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, in case you didn’t notice. Emily and I basically ran away this morning to come see you. I think that means our noses are already in it.”
Dave glared at his daughter in the darkness but didn’t respond to the comment. He knew she was right. They had run away to come see him. He owed them something, if for nothing else than the loyalty and devotion they were showing him but he also knew he couldn’t tell them what had happened between him and Rebbecca on Wednesday that had so ticked her off that she would choose to try and keep his daughters from him.
The rest of the ten minute ride was made in silence. He pulled into his normal parking spot outside his apartment building and Em pulled her Charger in to the parking spot just to the right of his. They all got out of their cars and the two girls got a bag each out of the trunk of Emily’s car. Dave took Emily’s bag and led the two girls to his apartment door. He unlocked the door and waved them in. He handed Emily her bag. “You all know where your room is. Go get settled in while I call and tell your mother where you’re at.”
“You’re going to call her?” Emily asked, in wide-eyed surprise. “Daddy, she’ll come get us. Take us home.”
Dave smiled as he picked up the phone. “No she won’t. It’s my weekend, Em. Unless she has a real good God-damned reason to not let you stay, she’ll violate our custody agreement. She has no such reason. She’s just mad and is being petty. A judge will throw the book at her. Even with her boyfriend at her side.”
“What does Paul have to do with anything?” Hayley asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Hay. I have everything under control.” He smiled at the two girls and then dialed Paul’s home phone number.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. Dave recognized Paul’s tired sounding voice immediately.
“Paul, this is Dave. May I speak to Rebbecca please?”
“Can’t you call at a more reasonable time? You are aware it’s six thirty in the morning, right?”
“Yes, Paul. Believe it or not, I do know how to tell time. May I speak with Rebbecca, please?”
There was a growl from Paul, he then covered the end of the phone. Dave could hear Paul gently waking Rebbecca up and telling her he was on the phone. Rebbecca asked what Dave wanted but Paul told her he didn’t know. Dave smiled when he heard Rebbecca’s instructions. A moment later, Paul followed those instructions and slammed the phone down on it’s cradle.
Since he had heard what she said, Dave had more than enough time to move the phone away from his ear before Paul hung up on him. He looked at the phone, turned to his daughters and smiled.
“You both saw me call over there, right?”
Both girls nodded and giggled. They turned and went to put their stuff away.
While the girls were unpacking, Dave went into the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and started scrambling some eggs for his breakfast. Just as he poured the eggs from the skillet onto his plate, Emily came out to the kitchen, still dressed but now barefoot. “You want eggs?” Dave asked, offering his plate.
“No, thanks. When we got lost, we stopped and got breakfast at McDonald’s.”
She took a seat at the kitchen table and Dave sat down across from her.
“Where’s Hayley?”
“I don’t think getting up at five AM agrees with her. She went back to sleep. Didn’t unpack a thing.” Both of them laughed. “So, what did you do? I was there when you called Mom the other day. I know you arranged to meet her. Why? And what happened?”
“Like I told Hayley on the way home, Emily. That’s between your mother and I. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, it’s cutting into our time with you. You have to stop fucking up.”
“Language, young lady.”
Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t apologize.
“And just so you know, I didn’t fuck up this time. Your mother did. She’s just blaming me for it.”
“What did she do?”
“Something she regrets but can’t take back and I’m not telling you anything more than that no matter what you say or do.”
“She slept with you, didn’t she?”
“I did not say that, Emily, and I am neither confirming nor denying that claim,” Dave said, not wanting to give Emily any information at all.
Emily nodded her head. “She slept with you. Was it good?”
“Emily!” Dave said.
“Oh, come on, Daddy. I’m seventeen. I know what married couples do.”
“First off, you are seventeen and you may think you know what married couples do but I doubt you have any real idea of what goes on. And second, your mother and I are not married. She ended it, remember? Two years ago.”
“Yes, I remember. It was the day after Thanksgiving and Hayley and I still bring it up to her when we want something. It’s good for making her feel guilty.”
“Your mother can’t feel guilt, Em. In order to feel guilt, you have to possess a conscience.”
“Ouch!” Emily said, giggling. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“Nope, I’m really not going to tell you. By the way, how do you feel about spending Christmas here?”
“I’d love too. So would Hayley. We didn’t figure Mom would allow it.”
Dave shrugged. “I won’t give any specifics but, I will tell you that come Monday or Tuesday of this coming week, your mother is going to be even more mad at me than she is right now. But,” Dave said, emphasizing the word, “you’ll also find she’s much more agreeable to certain things. Such as you girls spending Christmas here.”
“Why would that be?” Emily asked, smiling deviously.
Dave arched his eyebrows at her. “We won’t discuss that.”
“I will find out.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute, Emily Jean. You just won’t find out from me.”
“I’m gonna go watch TV. Maybe the Smurfs are on.” Emily stood up as she spoke and headed for the living room. “I haven’t been up early enough to watch the Smurfs in a long time. I noticed the last weekend I was here that you have some channel that plays the Smurfs.” Emily continued to talk but Dave stopped listening.
After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen Dave went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat down on his bed. He then picked up the phone and dialed Rebbecca’s cell phone number. He didn’t expect her to answer, in fact, he was hoping she wouldn’t. He got his wish granted and got her voice mail.
“Beck, it’s Dave. It’s about seven in the morning. I called earlier but you ordered Paul to hang up on me. Tell him, good job for me, by the way.
“I was calling to let you know that the girls, you know, our daughters, are here. Apparently they had the impression you were upset with me and we’re going to keep them from coming to see me. They chose to avoid the fight, got up early this morning, and came over to my place. I had no idea this was going to happen so don’t call and yell at me for it. I had no idea you were going to stop them from coming over. Please call me back and let me know what it is I’ve done that makes you believe me unfit to take care of my daughters for a weekend. Otherwise, I will return them to you Sunday night, like always. Talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up, smiling.
With that, Dave laid back down and slept a few more hours.
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The more beautiful the girl, the more submissive she tends to be, and the more dominant she likes her man to be
THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. IT’S MY FIRST STORY SO I WANT FEEDBACK BEFORE CALLING IT FINAL. NOTICE BECAUSE IT’S A TRUE STORY, I CAN’T CHANGE STORY ITSELF, BUT I CAN ADD MORE DETAIL OR CHANGE WORDINGS WHERE ENOUGH PEOPLE THINK NECESSARY. THANKS FOR YOUR FEEDBACK IN ADVANCE!Just so everyone knows, I plan on writing a few different stories as time allows. (School and work keep me pretty busy 😉 ) This one is going to be the only real one, as it chronicles the events that led to my current relationship with my boyfriend, Bradley. The others will be about other guys I had crushes on before discovering Brad and Mine’s mutual love for each other. I hope you enjoy….
I think it has happened to all of us. No matter how straight you thought your were, a boy or man came in to your life that changed your ideas on what you wanted in a lover. For me, that boy was Bradley. To me, he’s just perfect. The funny thing is is that there is not a single thing that would really make him stand out. He’s average, if not below average, height, still has a slight layer of baby fat (He’s not fat by any means, and I find it adorable), and really has no muscle definition to speak of. But, as stated before, he was the person that changed my orientation forever.
My name’s Brent. I’m a 17 year old male who lives in a well off suburb in New Jersey. Besides the fact I’m 6 foot, I’m similar to Brad. I have a little layer of baby fat, no real muscle definition, and an average covering of hair in the normal places. One other difference I have with him is that he’s the type that is always tan, no matter what the weather, while I, unless I sun bathe for hours on end every day, remain pale. In a word, like Brad, I’m average.
I had had girlfriends on and off since 7th grade, and now at the beginning of sophomore year (I was 16), was in an “unofficial” relationship with a girl. What I mean by “unofficial” is that, we had not declared we were dating, but everyone in the grade kind of understood she was mine.
Meanwhile, Brad and I had actually been pretty good friends since 6th grade. However, during sophomore year, I started to look at him differently. I noticed body features that I hadn’t before. Like the way the corners of his mouth go into kind of a pout when he smiles or laughs, or his rather nice ass. I didn’t quite know what to think of these new found discoveries, so I shrugged them off.
But, as the school year continued, the discoveries had turned into feelings. I couldn’t get him out of my head. When I looked at my girlfriend, I saw him. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t be gay. People are born gay, right? They wear flamboyant colors and talk in high voices with lisps. I didn’t do any of these things. So why was I having these feelings for my male friend? I decided to check out some gay porn online. I found this one video of a teen-aged boy sucking another teenagers dick. And I found myself turned on.
After finding that video, and climaxing to it, I started exclusively watching gay porn. I also stared noticing other guys in my school. I would look at pictures on Facebook, and fantasize about doing things with them. However, when I jacked off to these pictures or thoughts, I always felt like I was cheating. Not on my girlfriend, who I had been talking to less and less, but on Brad. That’s when I realized I really cared for him.
I started talking to him more than my girlfriend in the class we all had together, and started checking him out in the locker room (we changed next to each other). Eventually, I broke it off with my girlfriend. I had become obsessed with Brad. Not stalker obsessed, but I wanted him, but also didn’t want to make a move in case he rejected me. (Ignorance is bliss, I guess)
At this point, sophomore year had ended, and it was summer. I was up at my vacation house is Massachusetts, and was bored, so I pulled out my phone and texted Brad:
Me: “Whats up?”
Brad: “Nothing much, how bout you?”
Me: “Same. Bored as hell up here.”
Brad: “It’s too bad your up there, we could be hangin’. :)”
Me: “Yah, I miss you 🙁 How’s Work?” (He’s a lifeguard)
Brad: “Boring as hell. The pool is 3 feet deep and there’s no one here.”
Me: “awww, is Brad lonely?”
Brad: “yes.”
That response kind of caught me off guard. The simplicity of it; it must have a deeper meaning. Can it really mean what I hoped it meant? Did he really miss me so much that he was sad? With new found courage, I responded:
Me: “Man you sound like you miss me like a boyfriend haha” (“haha” in the texting world kind of gives you an escape route if what you just said doesn’t go over well)
Brad: “I do.”
I decided to call him. This was too bizarre. I had to hear his voice to see if he was serious.
Brad: “Hello?”
Me: “Hey Brad, it’s Brent”
“Oh, hey.” (had a hint of sincere sadness)
“You okay?”
“(Muffled tears, then silence………)
“Brad?”
“(In tears) No……… I’m not okay………… I need you Brent. God I need you………….. When are you coming home?”
Needless to say I was taken aback by this sudden emotional tidal wave, but I was also relieved to know he had feelings for me.
Me: “Brad calm down. Calm down. I’m coming back in two days. Are you saying what I think your saying?”
Brad: “(still sniffling) Man, you must think I’m a freak”
“No no no, not at all. I care about you Bradley. I really do.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Oh god, that is such a relief.”
“So I guess you care about me? Since when?”
“I had always kind of had feelings for you, but when you started talking to me more and more in class, and then dumped Sara, I thought maybe you liked me back. But I’ve been too scared to say anything. I wouldn’t have been able to take rejection.
“Oh baby,” I said while holding back tears, “I was the same way; too scared to say anything. I’m just so glad its out in the open now.”
“So 2 days?”
“2 days”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Brent.”
“I can’t wait Brad.”
Needless to say those were the longest two days of my life. I had instantly accepted the fact I’m gay when Brad broke down in tears on the phone. All I wanted to do was comfort him. I wanted to be there for him, no matter what happened. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest boy in the world.This was Part 1 of “The Luckiest Boy In The World” I hoped you enjoyed it. Rating and commenting is appreciated. Remember, this is a true story, so if you don’t like something as far as the story line, I can’t change it. Be on the look out for Part 2.
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A few old pictures taken long ago made Simon see his workmate in a whole new light
Daddy’s ‘innocent’ little girl shouldn’t be so sexy
A small tribute to a very dear friend, may I hope he enjoys this little surprise as much as I did creating it for him.
Ty and Cinda continue their lives, but not without a bump in the road.
This past summer I took a trip to Chicago with a few girlfriends. It was fun and I enjoyed it. The whole reason we went on the trup was so I could get my mind off of things for a few days. I had been feeling down after a resent break-up and wasn’t really acting like myself. So that’s when we decided to take a trip.
After finally getting there, we checked into the hotel and got settled in our room. I was exhausted from driving so I took a nap while the two other girls, Caitlin and Amber, left to check out the pool. I slept for a good four hours. It was dinner time when I woke up, so I found the girls and we headed to a restaurant.
Dinner was the best part of the night. While eating a group of three gents came up to us and asked to sit with us. We agreed. Amber was mostly talking to Adam, while Caitlin was flirting with Chris. I was still pretty down about my break-up, but The other Man, Jon made me feel so much better. While discussing our previous relationships I felt a smooth hand go up my leg. My eyes got wide with fear and confusion. I didn’t move.
Jon’s hand moved back down towards my knee, then he removed his hand from my leg. I relaxed and glanced over to the others. Still flirting with one another. I looked at Jon, he had the face of disappointment on him.
“Come with me.” He said.
“Uh, alright” I gracefully said standing up.”Where are we going Jon?”
“Some place more quiet.”
I was a little nervous as to what was about to happen next, but I remained calm and tried to act like I was fine. We left the restaurant and headed to the streets.
“You are very beautiful you know that right?”
“Thank you, that is very kind of you.” I said, feeling really good about myself for the first time in a long time. “So, where are we going exactly?”
“It’s a surprise.” Jon replied insidiously
He wrapped his arm around me keeping me warm. We arrived at a building where he walked me inside and showed me to a room. He brought me to his apartment. I wasn’t sure what to do so I played it by ear.
“Sit.” He commanded with a gentle tone.
“OK..”
He came up behind me and slid my coat off me. Then as he rubbed my shoulders I felt his ips against my neck. I moaned softly.
“I see you like that.” He whispered softly in my ear.
“Mmhmmm….”
He turned me around, placing both hands on my face tilting my head back. He kissed me. His lips were warm against mine. I felt his tongue tasting the inside of my mouth. He stopped looked at me and moved his hands to my sides and lifted my shirt off. Doing the same to him he unbuckled his pants.
“Well, aren’t you going to take yours off too?” He asked
“Yeah, I was just admiring your cock.”
“Oh, well let me return the favor.” He said.
He ripped my pants off, and unhooked my bra. Staring at my breasts he grabbed them sucking them hard. I pressed his face into my chest. He took my hand and helped me to remove me panties.
“You still are beautiful.” He said.
Smiling he lead me to his bedroom. I got on the bed lying on my back.
“No no, turn over.”
I flopped over onto my stomach. He rubbed both hands from my neck to my ass. He stopped to rub my bottom. His hands felt so good on my skin.
“Alright, now you can turn over.”
I flipped over onto my back again. Running his finger down my chest and stomach he kissed my bald pussy. By this time I was already wet and he was making me even more wet.
“Mmmm you taste amazing.” He moaned
He entered a finger into my hole. I arched my back in pleasure as he finger fucked me. I couldn’t help but scream in delight.
I had never been fingered this well before.
“YES! YES! YES! OH GOD YES!” I screamed.
“You like that do you?”
Yes, yes, yes Jon I do!”
He fingered me faster and harder rubbing my clit with his other hand. He pulled his finger out and traced my nipples with it. His cock was hard as a rock. I noticed how big it was now. I stood up and pushed him onto the bed. I grabbed his erection in my hand and sucked him.
“Shit, Debbie…That’s good”
I sucked him for a good 15 minutes before mounting myself ontop of him. My pussy was tight from not having a good fuck lately, but that only seemed to make Jon want me more. Has I fucked him he grabbed my hips pushing me down making sure I took in all of his meat.
“Oh, fuck me Baby!” He cried
He turned me around and spread my legs apart and fucked me. I was breathing hard and was shaking. I wrapped both legs around his back to help support each pounding thrust he gave me. He fucked me until I could no longer breath. He finally came inside me. Feeling the warm liquid fill me up made me come once more. He collapsed on me panting hard. We both fell asleep together.
I had only been asleep for an hour when my phone was ringing. It was Amber.
“Where are you? We are worried sick. We don’t know where you’re at!” Amber yelled.
“I’m fine I’m staying somewhere else tonight.” I whispered trying not to wake Jon up.
“Who are you talking to, Debbie?” Jon said half asleep.
“Who is that in the background?” Amber barked.
“No one Amber I have to go, I’ll call you later.” I said hanging up.
“Are you going to answer me now?” Jon said.
“I was talking to Amber.”
“Oh, ok…well come back to bed.”
I moved back in bed next to him. I felt his had sliding down towards my pussy again. He rubbed my clit. I started bucking, I wanted to fuck again and so did he.
“I think it’s time for round two.” He said as he started to enter his throbbing cock in me again…
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Hi…I’m back. My Name is Michelle. If we haven’t met before, I’m now 32 years old, but telling stories from my teens. My current boyfriend loves it when I tell him dirty sexy tales from my past, and suggested I try putting them in writing.
At the time of this story, I’m fourteen, almost fiftenn, getting ready to start high school.
I’m also a hopeless exhibitionist.
I’m 5′ 5″ tall, 102 lbs, slim. I have nice 36C breasts, no tummy to speak of, and a tiny butt that my brother Ricky still says “looks like the ass of a ten year old.” I keep my reddish blonde hair medium length, and only within the last year or so have discovered the wonders of sex. I’ve been masturbating regularly for about a year, and just recently discovered that I can turn a guy on (my brother in this case) just by flaunting my body and letting him look at me…my buttt…my breasts…my pussy.
We had just finished the most bizarre incident in my young life, me masturbating, wantonly, in front of him, deliberately putting on a show, while he stroked his hard penis for my viewing pleasure.
When his penis jerked and squirted, the sight sent me over the edge, and I had a wonderful, bone shaking come of my own.
Afterward, we were both kind of sheepish, not saying a whole lot to each other, and I departed the kitchen, returning to my room. Yet I somehow knew that our little “party” had changed our relationship forever.
Chapter Three:
I returned to my room with my mind in a turmoil, racing. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. In front of my own brother, taking off my panties, spreading my legs, fingering my pussy, deliberately putting on a show for him…eager for him to stare at me…to see everything. The image of him stroking his hard penis, or it jerking and squirting…all because he had gotten turned on looking at me…watching me.
My panties were still clutched in my hand, and as I went to put them in the hamper, the big, dark, wet spot caught my attention. I don’t know exactly why I did this next, but I brought them up to my face, pressing the wet spot against my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Oh my God!” II thought, “is that what I smell like?”
My other hand was immediately back at my pusy, and I pushed my middle finger deep inside, sliding it around until it was thoroughly soaked with my juices.
I brought my hand up to my face, extending my wet middle finger and running it under my nose. Inhaling deeply, I found the scent of my own honey intoxicating. I breathed deeply several more times thinking that it smelled like…it smelled like….I don’t know what it smelled like…me, I guess.
After a minute or two of this I found myself getting turned on again, even though I had just had a wonderful come.
Somewhat tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and licked at my wet finger. I decided I liked the taste as much as I liked the smell and within seconds had my finger pushed into my mouth, licking and sucking to get every bit of my juice.
Moments laters, I had two fingers back deep in my pussy, swirling around, gathering more of my precious love nectar.
Back to my nose and mouth again, inhaling deeply and then feverishly licking and sucking the honey.
Three or four more rounds of this, and I was REALLY getting turned on again!
As my mind thurned again to sex, I found myself thinking about the movie Ricky had been watching in his room the first time I saw him stroking himself. I remembered that the few minutes I had seen showed EVERYTHING, including a really sexy close up shot of the guy pushing his hard penis in and out of the girl’s pussy. I decided then and there that I was going to convince my brother to let me borrow it so I could watch it all the way through. (I was already thinking about what a hot, wild masturbation session THAT was going to be!)
I used my already wet panties to dry my pussy as best I could, and then decided I was to explore the new (and sexy) side of my brother that I had just discovered.
This time I chose a tee shirt that I often sleep in. It’s tight enough up top that the outline of my braless nipples was clearly apparent, but long enough that it came down just below my pussy and butt. (As long as I was just standing still.) But the slightest bending, or even reaching up with my arms, would would my privates (front and rear) on clear display.
I checked myself out in the mirror, and tried a few experimental bends, stretches, and poses. The best one I thought was when I got down on my hands and knees and kind of pushed my butt up in the air. Looking back over my shoulder into the mirror, I was stunned at how blatantly this pose showed me off. Not only was my pussy very clearly visible, but in this position, the cheeks of my butt were spread apart, and my little butt hole stared right back at me in the mirror. “Wow,” I thought…”both holes showing at the same time.” Satisfied that I could again put on a good show, I went back down toward the kitchen.
Ricky was sitting at the table, still clad in just his boxers, reading the paper.
I slipped up behing him, and leaned over his shoulder. Dropping one hand to his chest, I began lightly stroking his nipple, while I whispered in his ear in my best husky voice…”That was kinda fun…I hope we can do it again sometime.”
Still behind him, I continued caressing his nipple and breathing heavily in his ear while I dropped my other hand to my pussy, inserting a finger and swishing it around until it was good and wet.
“Sis,” he replied ina husky murmur, “I’m all for it any time. We just gotta be kinda careful.”
“Don’t be silly,” I whispered in his ear. As I continued caressing his nipple, still quite small, it became as hard a s a rock. “I’m not saying we should go all the way or anything like that. In fact, I wouldn’t. But as long as it’s just us playing around we can’t really be getting in any kind of trouble with anybody else, now can we?”
His breathing was getting deeper as he replied, “No…I guess not.”
I pulled my dripping finger out of my pussy, and raised my hand as I whispered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “Ricky…do you think my pussy smells sexy?”
I extended my wet finger and moved it just under his nose. He inhaled deeply and I was rewarded by seeing a twitch in his boxer shorts
“Oh God yes!” he replied, continuing to inhale rapidly.
“Do you think it tastes as good as it smells?” I whishpered as I brazenly inserted my wet finger between his lips.
He just grunted as he licked and sucked greedily on my offering.
The twitching in his boxer shorts was coming on a regular basis now, and I was pretty sure that I was on the right track to getting my “movie borrowing” request granted.
Standing up, I moved around the table and over to the fridge. I opened the door and bent way over, reaching into the bottom shelf. I was sure that in this position he would have a perfect view of both my pussy and my butt.
I rummaged around on the bottom shelf for a minute, making sure he had plenty of time to enjoy the view I was offering him.
Straightening, I turned and was thrilled at this sight of his open mouth, his eyes glued to me. “Didn’t we used to have some strawberry jelly in here?” I asked innocently.
“Um…” he stammered, “I though so…did you look in the pantry?”
“Perfect!” I thought to myself as I moved over to the pantry. “Showtime Part 2.”
I grabbed the footstool and got up on it, reaching and stretching to forage around on the top shelf. In this position, I was sure my tee had risen far enough to offer Ricky a great view of my butt, although I wasn’t sure if he could see my pussy between my legs from behind.
I started searching my way down the shelves, until I got rid of the footstool and had to begin bending over to continue my hunt. I knew he was again being treated to a nice view of my pussy, and I was secretly thrilled knowing his eyes were glued to me.
As I searched lower and lower, and kept bending over further and further, I was secretly hoping (praying!) that I wouldn’t find any strawberry jelly until I got a chance to get down on my hands and knees and rummage through the stuff on the floor.
Lady luck was smiling…no strawberry jelly.
Even without looking, I was pretty sure I had his complete attention, but just to be on the safe side, sighed and announced, “No luck so far…hope there’s some on the floor.”
With that, I dropped to my knees and leaned way forward, pushing my head under the bottom shelf. I extended my arms in front of me, and began rearranging the items on the floor.
I took my time, knowing from my practice pose that in this position, he had a perfect view of not only my pussy, but also my tiny butt hole looking out from between my spread cheeks.
I thought I could hear his breathing getting havier and heavier, and decided to go for broke. Balancing on one elbow, I reached my other hand back between my legs, and feigning an itch, scratched the lips of my pussy. The pretense of scratching gave me a perfect chance to spread my lips, letting Ricky’s gaze actually see up inside me.
I heard him gasp.
I rearranged a few more items, the backed out and stood. I feigned disappointment as I walked back to the table. “No strawberry,” I mumbled as I moved around to his side of the table. “I guess I’ll have to settle for grape.”
As I approached his chair to reach for the jelly, I tingled with delight as I saw that his penis was now big and hard, standing straight up and making a giant tent in his boxers. I swear I could actually see it twitching.
Acting unaware of his hard on, and pretending complete innocence, I moved back around the table and sat in the chair directly across from him.
Immediately, he “acidentally” dropped his knife and leaned underneath the table to retrieve it. I made sure my legs were far enough apart for him to see my pussy, and wasn’t at all surprised when it took him several seconds to retrieve the knife.
I decided I had him (again), and when he straightened up, decided it was time to ask my “favor”.
“Ricky,” I started slowly, “remember last night when I saw you stroking yourself?”
Blushing slightly, he replied, “Yeah.”
“You were watching a movie of two people…um…you know…going at it,” I said, my turn to blush.
He looked up, “You saw that?”
“Only a couple minutes,” I replied hastily. “But I was wondering if I could…well…you know…maybe borrow it?” My blush was deepening.
“Turned you on, did it?” he asked slyly.
As much as I told myself there was no reason for it, the color was now flooding my face, my blush getting deep red.
“Well…yeah…kind of…sort of…maybe.” I stammered. I looked at him anxiously and quickly added, “But it was really watching you stroke yourself that was turning me on and I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie.”
His eyes narrowed somewhat and a huge grin broke out on his face. “So now you want to borrow it?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking away from his suddenly piercing gaze.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked with a suddenly wolfish grin.
That caught me completely by surprise, and I sat there stock still, dead silent for a minute while my mind raced furiously. This wasn’t going quite according to plan. Then I remembered the way his eyes were glued to me a few minutes ago, and the huge tent in his boxer shorts. An idea came to me. Since he liked to look…
I grabbed my tee and pulled it up over my head, dropping it to the floor. I cupped my breasts in my hands, fondling them…pointing them at Ricky. I pinched and tweaked at my nipples, feeling them grow hard.
As I fondled myself, I raised one of my bare feet and extended my leg until my foot came in contact with his penis. I could feel how hard it was, and it jerked with the first touch of my foot.
I began rubbing my foot up and down, feeling his penis twitching. I continued tweaking and teasing my nipples as I looked him in the eye and asked coyly, “Maybe you’d like to try feeling these.”
“I’m sure I would,” he replied, “But right now I like what you’re doing with your foot a whole lot better.” His penis was rock hard. I removed my foot and tried to regroup.
Completely naked, I got up moved around the table to once again stand behind him. This time I used both hands and began lightly caressing both his nipples. They instantly became hard.
I looked down at the now giant tent in his boxers. I breathed in his ear, “Mmmm…,”
I dropped one hand to his lap and gave him a gentle squeeze through his shorts. I whishpered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “I though you just took care of this thing a little while ago.”
“I did,” he mumbled, obviously embarassed, “but that’s just the way guys are…I mean sometimes we just can’t control it.”
I moved my hand back up his chest and continued caressing his nipples as I moved around the chair to his side. I cupped my one breast and held it right in front of his face and whispered huskily, “Perhaps you’d like to try feeling this while you take care of it again.”
Hie penis twitched and broke free through the opening in his boxers, standing up tall and hard. One of his hands reached for his groin, gripping his penis in a fist, while the other came up to my chest and squeezed my offered breast.
He began stroking himself, while gripping me, alternating with pinching my nipple.
I winced. “Not quite so hard, “I whispered quietly, “You have to be gentle.”
His grip on my nipple lightened immediately, and his fist began moving faster, up and down on his now hard, throbbing penis.
This continued for a minute, his eyes glued to my breast, mine glued to his hard penis, and his hand stroking it.
He stopped abruptly. “No,” he said, “If you want to borrow the movie then I want to watch you do it again.”
I knew I had him.
“It?” I asked in my most teasing voice.
“You know…when you use your fingers…”
“Use my fingers to do what?” I asked coyly.
“Um…you know…you know…between your legs…” He was almost whimpering.
I was starting to get really wet, as again it seemed that even my own brother could be put “under my thumb”, turned on just by the sight of me.
I moved his newspaper to the far side of the table, and hopped up, sitting on the edge facing him. With deliberate slowness, I put first one foot, and then the other, on the backs of the two chairs on either side of him. In this position, my pussy was wide open and on display, not more than a foot from his face.
His mouth dropped and his eyes gaped as he took in the view I was offering him, his breathing becoming heaverier once again.
Although I couldn’t actually see his hand on his penis from this position, I could tell by the movements of his arm that his stroking was getting faster.
I moved one hand across my stomach, extending my index finger and bringing it to rest, just above my slit, the finger seemingly pointing right at my clit.
I purred, “So what do you want me to do now?”
“Touch it, stroke it,” he mumbled.
I was only to glad to oblige as my pussy was now, once again, soaking wet. My juices were dripping down onto the table.
I slid my hand lower, and began gently caressing my clit. “Is this what you want to see?”
“Yeah,” was all he could get out, as his breathing became raspy and his arm movements still faster. I couldn’t tell who was getting more turned on, him or me. His eyes remained glued to my wantonly displayed pussy. My finger started moving faster as I could feel my juices running out of me and down the crack of my butt.
He leaned in closer…and closer…and then closer. His face was now inches from my pussy. I could feel his breath, flowing across my lips. I wasn’t sure what he planned next…but I got kinda spooked.
I quickly brought my other arm down behind my butt and around my thigh. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers deep into my pussy. I started slowly, suggestively, moving those fingers in and out of my channel while the finger on the other hand continued tormenting my clit.
My own breathing was now becoming harsh. He was no longer breathing, but rather panting. I felt myself getting close to coming.
“Not like this,” I gasped. “Stand up. I want to see. I want to watch. I want to see you squirt.”
He slid his chair back and stood. I could see his hand, curled into a fist, furiously pumping up and down on his penis, his big…hard…twitching…throbbing…penis.
My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving. The fingers pumping in and out of me are moving faster and faster. The finger on my clit is flying. My clit is huge, and hard.
My juices are flowing freely, running out of me. My orgasm is close.
His fist pumps faster…faster…faster.
He groans. His entire body goes rigidly still. His penis twitches, then jerks. He spurts once, twice, then a third, and even a fourth time.
His juice lands on my stomach…warm…almost hot.
It sends me over the edge.
With three fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, and a finger flying over my clit, I arch my back, let out a small scream, and come…and come…and come.
When the spasms finally subside, I’m exhausted.
I take my finger off my clit. I look up at Ricky. He’s still standing there, his penis still in his hand, his eyes still fixed, staring between my wide spread legs. Although his penis is starting to shrink, his breathing is still rather ragged.
I sit up and, rather wickedly, remove my drenched fingers from my pussy and hold them up to his face, tempting both his nose and mouth.
“Oh God Sis,” he groaned, “Don’t start again.”
I made a slow deliberate show of bringing my fingers to my own mouth, reaching out with my tongue and licking the glistening juices off of each. He stood frozen, eyes glazed as I pushed them into my mouth, and made a rather noisy show of sucking them clean.
I just looked at him rather coyly. “Now what about that movie?”
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How I became an assistant in a Red Room
She must have put the phone back to her mouth, “That’s my little handbag toy, its stuck right inside my pussy, while I think of what you did to me last night. I’ve rung just in time, would you like to hear me cum?”
She didn’t wait for my answer. “Fuck me, Mike, fuck me again, push your cock right inside me, yes that’s it, now deeper! Shit! I’m cumming, Mike, fuck me harder, I’m cumming.”
Part 4 recap: Elena enslaves a family of succubi who attempted to capture her and Brock. Leveria tortures her mother before having her executed, and Yavara and Prestira acquire the aid of Drake Titus and his mercenary army of vampires.
Emma is in a predicament. She must get credit for a class and teacher Mike is willing to teach her . . . all by herself.
I didn’t know who she was, but she apparently knew who I was.
Father and Daughter take a tropical vacation
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
Continuation from Part Seven
I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him on the platform. What struck me about him was his short, unruly pale ginger hair, strikingly pale-blue eyes and his baggy beige cotton trousers, worn below a plain white polo shirt and a green blazer. He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was short and rather cute.
A newlywed couple had just arrived in their honeymoon suite on the romantic island of Jamaica. After unpacking, the husband abruptly took off his pants. “Put these on,” he said to his wife. She did, and they were nearly twice her size. “There’s no way I can wear these. They’re too big,” she said.”
“Good, now you know who wears the pants in the family.”
Flustered, the wife takes off her underwear and gives it to her husband. “Put these on,” she commands. The husband looks at the small pair of underwear and then at his waist and says, “There’s no way I can get into these.”
To which the wife replied, “You’re right about that until you change your attitude.”
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