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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 23
Love and Money
We pulled up in one of the better streets, in one of better suburbs in the town. We had been summoned, just me and Bob, by Duke to a party at his house. I had never really thought of Duke as living anywhere but looking around I was a little shocked at how up market the area was. I was making good money now, I could have afforded to move off the estate, but I couldn’t keep making money anywhere else. So I could see with a few steps up and a few more links between you and street level crime you could live in a place like this but still I wasn’t mentally set up to deal with it. Duke was a harden criminal you didn’t think of him living in a nice street when he worked in a strip club.
The where cars scattered around the street as we walked up it, hoods up even thou no one was watching, and counted the houses looking for the number that was scribbled on my hand. I was worried, any change in the norm worried me, I had no idea what was happening and I was walking into it with my boss. Bob never looked scared, he just didn’t have it in him, but I could feel the tension coming off him. People like us did not go to the home of people like Duke, he met us in back rooms or abandoned buildings not in the light.
The front door was open. We stuck out like sour thumbs, men is shirts and jackets, women in cocktail dresses, and us in heavy hoodies and jeans. I knew some of the men, clean names of the King’s more legitimate businesses, bent lawyers, high up heavies and Lts but the where other that I didn’t know some of which looked just as out of place as we were but they were at the other end of the spectrum, normal people. Most of the women were wives and girlfriends of the men but I could pick out the pros worked the room. I knew some of them, the better looking girls from the club, but others must have been of a higher price, they were here to keep the single guys entrained and maybe the married guys if their wives weren’t looking.
I stuck to the edge of the room working towards the back trying not to be noticed, Bob was not so carful. He strode through the party getting sideways glances and hostile stares from the people he pushed passed. I felt really uncomfortable, like when you fell someone behind you, I didn’t have the personal skill or the emotional intelligent to deal with it. In those days give me a back alley brawl over a cocktail party any day of the week.
“Mingle Rave” Bob said to me “I will go find Duke”
I saw King across the room and ducked into the kitchen not to be in the same room as him, he wouldn’t want to be in the same room as someone like me without a good reason. I don’t know how but I ended up making a man called Goodson, I made him feel very uncomfortable, spreading the misery. He was a crooked real-estate developer who I knew after Duke had introduced him so we could do some work for him.
Most of the town, hell most northern towns, where built on the cheap between 1850 and 1900 as places to store the workforce for the pits and mills. And then with the urban regeneration of the 50’s and 60’s resulted in a back lash with some nuts listing some really strange building. Now sometimes I can understand grade 1 listing on a building of real importance but on an old brick church that has no priest, no congregation, and no one to look after it what is the point. If it had been grade 2 someone could have done something with the inside but no. So these places had been left to rot, kids broke in because that is what kids do, and they became squats, dumping grounds or worse. That was where Mr Goodson had come in, he wanted to build on the sights and needed them gone, so my crew had picked up a few quid clearing the places and doing a little pyrotechnic remodelling so the building inspector, after being greased, would call them unsafe so they could be pulled down.
His wife, who was much too attractive to be married to him for anything other than his money, clearly had no idea why her man was being so painfully polite to the aggressive young man that was talking to him. She looked at me with a mixture of fascination and fear, the look women give snakes in the zoo, it pissed me off, but Goodson paid me money so I did my best to be nice. I was struck with the feeling that if I set fire to the building and killed all those inside the world would be a much better place but then I was one of them.
I let him go after I located Dukes alcohol, it was good stuff, whisky that was older than me if I was going to be forced to attend this thing I was going to enjoy it. I watched one of the pros work her way across the room towards me, a smile of genuine warmth on her face. Her name was Cassie or at least that was the name she danced under, she was one of King’s best girls working the peak hours at the club and had her own following of men that came just to watch her dance. She was impressive to say the least, her hips seemed to sway even when she was standing still, the only reason I didn’t think her breast where fake was because I didn’t know anyone that could have done such a good job. Her face went from innocent to sex kitten with her expression. The way she moved must have taken practise, each tiny action came with a full body movement that made the best of her assets.
Cassie was an estate girl and as I had been getting work at the club now that Cain was gone we had got to talking as I waited. She liked me. Most girls will tell you that they don’t like aggressive men, and they don’t, but on some level they want an alpha male, I was cut and bruised and angry and confident and the right girls seemed to eat it up.
“Alreet Ar’Rave” she said, the Ar was out of place, we weren’t kin, we weren’t close but she looked good and I wasn’t going to bring it up.
“Alreet Cass”
“I saw you talking to Goodson, now there is pick, do you think I should go tell his wife how quick he is” she had been drinking “do you think I should tell her how much he spends on me.”
“Shouldn’t you be working Cass?”
“I am here to keep people entertained, do I entertain you Rave.” She pushed up against me.
“While I would love to be entertained by you Cass I am not sure I could afford it.”
“I have seen the money you get in those envelops, plus what you make on the corner, I bet you could afford me”
“True but after I have paid of the gang and my crew, the rest goes on things like heating and food” and my ‘I have got to get the hell out of here’ box “so I really can’t be throwing money away on a girl as high class as you”
“Well I guess this is your lucky night because I am all paid up”
“What?”
“You think Duke wants his guessed digging around for cash, nay he paid me for the whole night, so I am free. I come on Rave, take me up stairs otherwise I am going to have to screw one of these old fucks.”
“Aye and I can really see Duke being happy with us going and fuck on his bed, I would like to keep my insides inside”
“We don’t have to use his bed, I think the guess rooms are in use but his daughter is walking around here somewhere as she has to sleep, come on are you really going to turn me down.” I don’t think anyone had ever turned her down and I wasn’t going to be the first so we went to find the kids room. She wasn’t a kid, looking at the room you would put her mid-teens, the bed spread wasn’t that pink.
I kissed Cassie, she tasted of cigarettes and I quietly curse my decision to quit, she was a pro, she knew just how to please in every aspect of sex. Her tongue did a slow dance in my mouth enough to make me respond in kind. She groped my swollen cock through my pants, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips away from mine and leaned my head down to nuzzle her neck. She laughed, it sounded fake and hollow, and I slipped my hand up her back looking for the zip to her dress. It came down and I pushed her away, she slinked towards the bed letting the straps fall from her shoulders and the dress fell forward showing off her naked back, no bra, the dress clung to her hips and she gave a tiny shake of her arse to let it fall.
She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a smile that looked brilliant and at the same time immensely sad, “Are you coming or what”. I pulled my hoodie and T-shirt over my head and let them fall to the ground, she didn’t even bat an eye at the state of my body, she was a pro, this was all an act to her, and I wondered what kind of things she had seen. I fumbled in my wallet off a Johnny, I didn’t normally use protection, it wasn’t the done thing, but she was a pro and I was dumb but not suicidal.
She prized it from my finger and undid my pants with one hand. She worked my cock a few times while taking the Johnny other of the wrapped with her teeth. She blew into it and then slipped it over the head of my cock and rolled it down. She lay back on the bed with her legs open wide using her fingers to spread her lips and I took her. Sex with a condom is a different sensation, not bad by any means but different, I don’t get we so many men have this massive aversion to them. She worked her stomach muscles like a belly dancer moving her hips up and down as I trust in and out, she held eye contact, she was moaning but I could tell she was faking it. She had real skill, I am not going to deny that, it was very enjoyable, but it was just sex. I didn’t hold back and came quite quickly, I am sure she didn’t but if I had asked I bet she would have told me she did.
I slipped out of her and removed the used Johnny and spent a minute finding a bin to put it in, then I sat back on the bed to get my breath back. Cassie made a show of stroking my back. I looked up then, the was a girl standing at the door, I did know her, she looked about my age, had a thin face, blonde curls piled up on top of her head, the dress she wore was covered in silver sequins making it look like fish scales. I had no idea how long she had been there or what she had seen, she just stared at me with pale green eyes for what felt like an age her face blank.
“Hello” Cassie said behind me, and the girl turn and walked away.
“Know her?” I asked.
“No but then again I don’t really know many women of this crowd”
“I really should go find Bob, I will save up and we can do it again sometime” I stood to find my pants.
I was back in the kitchen, no sign of Bob, and was looking out the window onto the back garden, the girl in the fish scale dress was talking to a group of other teenagers who had dressed for the party. I didn’t know most of them, they were not my kind of people, a couple I had seen at the club, one I was pretty sure brought coke from my corner but other than that… and then I saw him. King’s son, lets for the style of things call him Prince, he had nothing to do with people like me, his daddy was very clear on that but we all knew him. He was still a spoilt kid, a vicious little prick, he like to go out clubbing, he knew who his father was as did his friends and like to throw that weight around. King owned half the clubs and bars in town and every door so he had people looking out for him and that is why I knew him. If you were out you avoided him because if you beat the shit out of King’s son it would be very bad for you health. I contemplated what this meant about the girl when I familiar voice came from behind me.
“Little Rave it is nice to see a friendly face”
“Hello Peter” Piotr was his real name but he went by Peter. He was Russian, to look on him you wouldn’t think much, but to see and understand his tattoos was to know he was a very bad man. The Russian where a small but growing group in our town, they had moved into a few streets on the Waz about 20 years before and over time had grown in to quite the population. They had taken over control of most of the indoor market, there was no profit in protection on the market so King had let it happen, they made their money off stolen, smuggled and counterfeit goods. The best fences in town now where the Russians if you needed to sell that couldn’t be sold in a pub something rare, valuable or in bulk you talked to them.
Peter was officially ran a discount butcher and fishmonger at the back of the market, it was a good place we got our meat there, but really he ran it all. I knew him from the meat, I knew him better when I needed to sell some of the better things Mike stole, his cousin owned a chop shop that I was now trying to get Mike to give the cars he stole instead of burning them out. To be honest Peter was far more my idea of what a boss should be compared to King. I knew that if he saw an opening he would take over but they where useful so King let them be.
“What are you doing here? It doesn’t seem like He would want people like you here” he asked
“I think there may be work somewhere here, do you know what all this is in aid of?”
“Net. Would they really tell me? Speaking of work you man doesn’t seem to understand that value of a car sometimes he brings in something nice other not so nice.”
“That is Mike for you, it has always been more about the theft than what he got for it. Just pay him a fair price for the car he won’t notice the different believe me.”
“And you trust this man?”
“I have known him sense we were very young, he might not be a very controlled but he is a very good thief” I said.
“What are you looking at little Rave?” I nodded out of the window “Are yes the young Tsars”
“The what?”
“Young Tsars, they are the next generation no, sons of your Men.” he said “Spoilt and soft and weak not like their fathers, when their time comes they will not last long”
“And men like Bob will take over” it was a lie, Peter understood very well the big flaw with British gangsters. Any that made it didn’t raise their children to be strong, they never look to the further, and they didn’t have an organization. You controlled territory so long as you held territory, and then you got old and the only way to keep power was to deal with anyone young and hunger in your own ranks until sooner or later you where just old men and weak children and some young hunger outsider came along and took it from you. King was in his 50’s, Duke was later 40’s and all their top muscle was getting on, they were not going to let go, and there was no one to take it when they were gone.
“So which one is Duke’s kid?” I asked knowing the answer.
“The girl in sliver. Why?”
“I just made a mess of her bed that is all”
“That is very bad of you Rave, what will all these nice people think?” he laughed.
“The nice people hear will try not to meet my eye, the others won’t care. Have you seen Bob”
“He was in the other room Duke and a thin man I didn’t know, he was talking with more animation than I am used to from him”
“I best go find him, it was nice talking to you Peter, I will tell Mike.”
I found myself in the conservatory when I got distracted by Duke’s record collection, I liked records, most of the music I bought was crap Garage, but I had a thing for old records. There were some I had been looking for and I spent some time flipping through them. He had the Aqualung album which I had been after just for the first guitar.
“I would kill for this” I muttered to myself.
“Maybe you should ask my dad to put it in your nest envelope” came a sharp voice from behind me. I turned and saw Duke’s daughter staring at me with the same blank expression as before.
“What?” I asked, trying to buy time while I figured out how I was supposed to act.
“That is how it works he gives people like you envelope and you hurt people for him” there was real bitterness in her voice.
“I have no idea what you are talking about Miss, you father was just nice enough to invite me to the party, I am sure he would never hurt anyone” I tried to sound less like a thug.
“Really” she laughed darkly “then I must have got the bruises some other way, so how much do you cost, I am being give a new handbag for being nice to people and let some of them us my room, what are you getting out of this night?” I stood and move forwards menacingly done playing game with the girl.
“I have done far worse things for far less little one” I let my voice drop to a growl. Her eyes showed fear, the first real emotion she had shown all night, and she took an half step back.
“How much less, what did he give you to sell him your soul?”
“Three square meals and a roof over my head, do you really think People Like Me want anything else, but I lost my soul long before I took money for your old man.” I was very close to her now, I could smell her sent, and I was working hard not to hurt this arrogant little girl that wanted to mock me. Without thinking about it I notice my hand brushing up the exposed flesh of her leg below the hem of her dress.
“Rave there you are” boomed Duke, I am thankful to whatever god was looking out for me that the angle I was at meant he could see my swiftly retracting hand. “I see you have met my Angel, is Rave bothering you sweat heart?” one word from her and the rest of my life would have been a matter of days long.
“No daddy we were just talking about our souls, I would love to carry it on again sometime” she pushed passed me to stand next to Duke.
“Honey I am going to show Rave here the new hot tub could, would you go find Mr King and send him out to us” I fell into step with him as he lead me down his garden “Where you really talking about your soul Rave?”
“More or less”
“You really must see the hot tub, I don’t like the idea myself, too much like an outdoor bath but my wife swears by it, says that they are all the rage now.” He said this very loudly as we passed the last group of guest.
The hot tube was in a large wooden room built at the very end of the garden, I am tempted to call it a shed but it was too well made and the inside was too nice, but it didn’t warrant a better name. It was big enough for eight people but no one was using it but it was still on, it took me longer than I care to admit to work out that the noise from the motor would make it harder for anyone to listen in. Bob was standing on one side of the room and I went over to him. The other side of the room was taken by three men, the thin man had a goatee, Duke deferred to him which worried me a little. The second had muscle written all over him and his too small suit. The third was a hoodie but of a totally different sort to me and Bob, his top was white with black squiggles on it and red inside the hood and was worth more than all my clothes, I would have mugged him for his trainers alone but he had enough gold on him in rings and chains to make it really worth it, he was what a rich kid thought a hoodie looked like.
“My niece” the accent was Mancs, people from Manchester that meant trouble, “started see a boy who I do not think is suitable for her, when I made my objection clear she ran off with that junky filth taking some of my property with them.”
“And this is my problem?”
“After having a few conversations with his friends it turned out he comes from your… delightful… little corner of the world and was going to go home. I want you to find them and give my niece back to her brother” he nodded at the want-a-be “and remove the distraction from her life.”
I had a few question that would help me find her, all he had on the boy was a street name and to be honest if I had a penny for everyone that went by Gaz I would be rich, but he had an old photo of the girl, she used so that helped but the was little to go on. If they were on the estate I would find them, I had become good at it, and I was already planning how. We were walking out when the want-a-be came running after us.
“Yo yo yo blood, Blood!” I turned and looked at him not trying very hard to hide me distain.
“Name is Rave, use it”
“When do I meet you?”
“Why would you meet me”
“I am to help you find my sister” from what I had heard I was just supposed to give her to him but really I wasn’t in a position to argue with these people.
“Midday tomorrow, the car park outside the Red Lion”
“Midday is a bit late isn’t it” he asked.
“We can’t do anything tomorrow morning, it is Sunday, Sunday morning truce don’t you know anything” this was true, I would attack anyone on a Sunday morning but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t be working I just didn’t want him looking over my shoulder. I went to find a pay phone it was time to wake people up.
It was hard, they would be lying low with a bit of cash in their pockets, I basically had to find anyone who had just gone from buying one hit to three a day and track them back to see if they were, and I wasn’t nearly close to finding her by midday. I picked up the want-a-be whose name was Jamie and the muscle who never told his name. I dumped them in one of our flats with Lexi and Dee looking after them and took Flea out. It took me the best part of the day to find them, hold up in some squalid little squat near the eastern edge of the estate with one of Gaz’s childhood friends who was doing the running for them. He had been going to 3 different corners for supply so if I had asked around any one corner no one would have known the difference but I had been talking to addicts, they are creatures of habit, and they notice when something changes.
I left Flea there to make sure they didn’t leave and headed back to them. Something was wrong the second I walked in, Lexi was upset, Lexi didn’t get upset she got violent, and the fact that she was repressing her impulses to hit someone meant it was one of the Mancs that had upset her. I shot Dee a look and he wilted under my gaze.
“I told him to leave her alone, he didn’t do anything much” he said, I almost asked which one but it was clear.
“Jamie a word” I dragged him into one of the back rooms “did you touch Lexi”
“It an’t nothing Blood, just made a few suggestion want me and that fine ass could do to pass the time, you feel me” gods how I hate kids that speak new model.
“No I don’t fucking feel you, and I am not your blood, did you fucking touch Lexi?”
“Chill, chill, I didn’t know she was your bit, you should have told me you where pressing that”
“I am not pressing that, no presses that, no one touches her you little fuck” I pushed him hard into the wall. He came back up and he pulled a gun, now this is a rooky mistake in a small space never pull a weapon as a threat, only do it if you are going to use it then and there. But he was a want-a-be with money on his hands and he panicked the second it got violent. Considering that a few months ago using a knife was held in distain you can imagine what the gangs thought about guns. Only the weak needed a gun in a fight. Not that we didn’t have guns around, most where the old bank job special, doubled barrelled sworn off shot guns, but a few handguns were around.
This gun was a short barrelled 35 revolver, not a bad handgun for a criminal, easy to conceal, doesn’t leave spent brass lying around, if you put one in someone’s skull it will bounce around a bit, and it looks like what people expect from a gun which is more of an advantage than you might think. Admittedly over any kind of range you will be lucky to hit anything and on a body shot 5 will get you 10 it is not going to put a big man down but then again it was a close and dirty weapon. He was holding it sideways on trying to look like a big man. I thought all this in the time it took for him to say “not such a big man n…”
I took his hand in mine and pushed it to one side giving a little twist of the wrist to open it and let the gun fall to the floor while I wrapped my other hand around his throat and lifted him bodily of the floor and ramming him into the wall. On a professional this would have got me shot, on him it worked very well.
“Now I think Duke would be very upset if I crushed the life out of you and as he is a major sours of income to me so killing you is not my best interested. And that is why you are still able to walk, no one touches Lexi because of what she does to guys that do, so here are your options. You can go out there and tell her you are very, very sorry or I can tell her that you are not under my protection and we can send you home cut in ways that will make you a joke to men and nothing to women. DO YOU FEEL ME?” I let him drop, gasping, to the floor. I listened to his mumbled apology and then led the way out.
The squat was a drugs den, smoke stained wall, a worn out couch and dirty mattresses to sleep on, burned tin foil and used needles lying around. There were six guys in there, I had no idea which one was Gaz.
“GAZ SIT” I ordered looking for the guy whose knees move slightly, I pointed at him “I said sit” and he did, he was scared, “the rest of you get the hell out of here” and they did. A girl clung to Gaz, she had fallen so far from the photo I had.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked
“You are the Patchwork Man” he nodded.
“Then you know why I am here” I clicked my knife out “so you have got a choice, she can stay and watch or she can go with them now.” Honestly I have been trying to right this for some time, I have wrote what happened and deleted twice, and I figured out that I don’t have the right, there was an emotional exchange, some crying,the girl left with her brother, and then I killed him that is all I am going to write on it.
I sat alone at home that night, I have no idea where dad was, feeling pretty low, and then there was a knock on the door. I let Lexi in.
“I need to thank you Rave” she started
“Why is that?”
“For what you did, I know that it could come back on you”
“You are my crew, and I look after my own. I only wish I could have let you hurt him I know how that makes you feel better” I said, she came over and sat down next to me.
“I know it is a problem, I know it give you problems, I just… can’t be touched” she had her eyes closed “and you have always been so good about it, you never ask, never push me, you look after me. I just want you to know I am sorry and I am working on it.”
“Lexi, my crew consist of Aaron who I think I should write a note to reminding him to breath, Tank who is at least twice the size of his Gran but is so scared of her it is not even funny, Prophet that should be running a small country by now if he could learn to keep his damn mouth shut, Kid Willy name is William Kid, his name if Billy the Kid for fuck sake yet he goes by Kid Willy, Less collects stamps for pities sake, heavens only know all the things that are wrong with Flea and me well I just killed a man because he fell in love with the wrong girl. Believe me you haveing a thing about touching is the least of my problems pretty one.”
That was a mistake, I don’t know why I called her pretty one, she was pretty but you didn’t tell Lexi. I sat there in the now tense silence.
“Do you… do you really think I am pretty?”
“Very” I moved my hand up to stroke her check on instinct but manage to stop myself a few inches from her face, she looked at my hand as if it would bite her. After a second I let it fall to my side. We sat there for a long time, she leaned into me ever so slightly, our shoulders just touching. Sat there, fully clothed, barely touching was one the most interment experiences of my life. We didn’t talk, we didn’t do anything, just sat there feeling a lot better.
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Not exactly Cinderella
Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.
And The Dog Made Three PT7
Chapter 7
Jennifer felt so deliciously naughty that she was eager to confide in her girlfriend, Tracy. She knew that Tracy would be mightily impressed by her doggy adventures — and that the carnal confession would most certainly make that raven-haired vixen all hot and squirmy, so that the two of them would be in the mood to do a bit of mutual cunt-lapping. After all, now that she was a veteran of both bestiality and incest, in both mouth and cunt, it seemed only proper that she complete her sexual education by discovering the undoubted pleasures involved in the sucking of hot pussy.
The saucy blonde got to her feet, juice pouring down her slender thighs and glistening on her chin, looking as if she had been eating a glazed doughnut.
Joe stared at her nubile, spunk-soaked body and grinned, admiring the girl as much as ever, although no longer capable of taking advantage of that sexy body for the moment.
“Where you going?” he asked as she moved away.
“I’m gonna go see Tracy.” She giggled, gazing saucily over her shoulder.
“Errr — shouldn’t you put your bikini back on?” Joe suggested, wondering if, in her dreamy contentment, she had forgotten that she was naked.
“Why? I’d just have to take it off again.” Jennifer gave him a meaningful wink.
Joe gulped, starting to get the picture.
“Why don’t you join us in a little while, Joe? When you got another hard-on,” Jennifer said. She glanced at the exhausted German Shepherd. “You might as well bring Adolph along, too.”
Ass swinging provocatively and plump tits jiggling, Jennifer walked away with her pussy bubbling between her thighs and her tongue already beginning to tingle for her first taste of cunt.
But Tracy was already occupied.
* * *
When Tracy returned to her own back yard, she was hot as a pistol, her passion aroused by the distinct possibility that she and Jennifer would soon become lovers. The fragrance of her excitement preceded her and, Major, the giant Great Dane, came bounding to meet her. His prick was hard again. It jolted under his loins.
He jammed his muzzle between her legs, starting to lap around under her bushy black cunt-muff.
Tracy squirmed on his tongue for a moment, then knelt down beside him and began to fondle his big cock and balls. She was wondering if it would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog, or if they would have to take turns giving each other head. She twisted under him and slurped his cock-head into her mouth, suckling on the slick red prick while the doggy continued to wash her cunt with his drooling tongue.
His huge cock was pounding and throbbing so excitingly that Tracy wondered what it would feel like to have that rock-hard prick stuck up her fuck-hole. She felt no qualms about the idea. After all, she had already sucked his prick, so she reasoned that fucking with the big brute would not really compound her sins.
“Yeah! Wanna go fuckies, Major?” She sighed.
The dog woofed and yelped just as if he understood what she had suggested.
Tracy debated whether she should fuck him doggy fashion or human style. Both positions had benefits, she figured. Getting down on her hands and knees while the brute thundered into her dog style would make her feel like a bitch in heat, groveling under the animal, sinking into the realm of utter degradation. But screwing with him face to face would be thrilling too. She would be able to look up at him, to see him pant and slobber in his bestial enthusiasm as he poured the prick to her in — she grinned at the concept — in the standard missionary position!
It didn’t really matter. Tracy knew that she would be fucking and sucking with the Great Dane a lot, and have a chance to try all the positions soon enough. She decided to take him from the front, the first time.
She ground her cunt-gash onto his snout and sucked lovingly on his cock-head for another moment, then rolled away and moved toward the poolside area. A wave of pure lust caused the girl to shudder in anticipation.
Major came squirming after her, tongue hanging out and stubby tail twitching in doggy delight, his bestial instincts telling him that he was about to learn a new trick.
Tracy grabbed the inflatable pillow she had been using when she was sunbathing doubled it up and slid it under her ass, so that her crotch was elevated. She arched her slim back sinuously and opened her legs.
Major, not comprehending this position, thrust his head between her thighs and slurped some more.
Tracy enjoyed his tongue for a minute, then grabbed him by the collar and hauled the big dog up so that he stood straddle-legged over her, his cock level with her loins.
She slid her hand down onto his cock and levered it into her soaking groin. Major whined in confusion as his cock-head flared in her drenched pussy. He shook his head, bewildered, realizing he was poised on the portal of pussy but not knowing what to do with his front paws, since he didn’t have haunches to which to cling.
“Silly mutt!” Tracy giggled.
It was like seducing a virgin, she thought. She pulled his cock-knob into her cunt-gash, hiking her ass up a bit higher and wriggling under the tall beast. Her cunt-lips sucked him deeper.
Major woofed. The position was totally strange to the dumb animal, but his cock-head was now bedded in cunt and he certainly knew what to do about that. His haunches tensed and, with a powerful lunge, he drove every inch of his prick up her fuck-hole.
Tracy grunted as his cock filled her. Face to face, girl and doggy, they stared at each other. The dog actually looked rather embarrassed at finding himself coupled from the front, as if such a thing were a perversion in the canine kingdom, a taboo among modest mutts.
Tracy began to move her pelvis, frigging her cunt up and down on his cock. Major quivered and shook. He pulled slowly back, experimenting carefully. The Great Dane yelped with joy and began to whip his cock in and out of her cunt.
Tracy wailed with pleasure. She gazed down the arched plane of her slender body, watching the dog’s cock sink into her pussy. His balls were slapping against her ass on every plunging stroke. His head went up and down and he lapped at her tits, rapidly discovering the advantages of fucking in human fashion. He slurped at her mouth and Tracy sucked on his tongue, tasting her own succulent pussy-nectar blended with his doggy slobber.
The girl jerked and jolted wildly, even more frenzied than the pounding brute. She threw her legs up, clamping her smooth thighs around his flanks, then opened them wide again, giving him full rein in her groin. Her feet bicycled in the air behind his hairy haunches.
“Oh! Ahhhh! Pump it to me, boy!” Tracy wailed. “Feed that sweet meat to my fuck-hole, you big bastard! Hump my fucking ass off!”
Major rammed in to the depths. His naked cock-head surged in her cunt-core and his thick, hard, hairy cock-stalk jolted up the length of her hot, wet hole.
Her pussy creamed and his prick plowed in even faster as her cunt oiled itself with juices. His cock was hissing up her fuck hole, vibrating and steaming as he filled her pussy and she tilted her ass up and down. Her lithe loins lashed against him. Major was shoving down, slamming into her pussy, to the hilt of his vibrant cock-rod and Tracy twisted spasmodically as the beast pulled back.
She came. She came again. She knew that she was going to keep cumming as long as the doggy continued to pound into her cunt-hole, her clit going off like a machine gun and her cunt turning to goo. She felt as if her pussy were dissolving around his rock-hard cock.
Yelping and whining, Major thundered on, his paws clacking on the tiles and his head going down for a slurp of tit, then heaving back up.
They were soaring towards the climax when Jennifer appeared on the scene.
“Oh, wow!” the blonde girl exclaimed as she stepped up beside the gleeful couplers.
Although totally given to depravity and proud of it, Tracy blushed slightly at having been caught getting fucked by her Great Dane. But only slightly. She could see that Jennifer was thrilled rather than shocked — and also that the sexy blonde was stark naked and all coated with a film of congealing cum and cunt-juice.
She missed a beat in her sudden surprise.
“Don’t stop!” Jennifer cried.
But Tracy couldn’t have stopped the dog if she had wanted to — which was the last thing that she wanted — because the savage brute was nearing the crest and frantically pouring his prick up her like some fucking machine run amok. There was no way they could separate now until that massive beast had emptied his scum load into her loins.
Jennifer knelt down beside them watching that hairy cock vanish up Tracy’s fuck-hole, then jerk back out all slathered with delicious-looking pussy-slime. The blonde girl licked her lips in hungry expectation, giving her dark-haired friend a significant glance.
Reaching down, she got a handful of the Great Dane’s swollen scumbags, squeezing gently.
“Ooooh, he’s gonna blow!” she moaned, feeling the huge sac swell promisingly.
Abandoned to passion, Jennifer moved behind the dog’s heaving haunches. Pushing her face in, she began to tongue out his shit-hole as his stubby tail whipped around in her lust-twisted face.
Jeez, I’m rimming out a fucking dog’s asshole, Jennifer thought, feeling wonderfully debased and degenerate. She shoved her nimble pink lapper right up into the brute’s asshole, the tangy flavor sparking on her tastebuds as she slobbered into the tight ring.
The Great Dane yowled and went delirious as he felt the sensation of the girl’s naughty tongue in his tender asshole. He bucked, pumping his prick into the dark beauty with gusto as the equally lovely blonde nymphette tongue-fucked him up the ass with relish.
Jennifer slid lower and, with her nose jammed in the dog’s asshole, began to lick his hairy balls as they swung in and out of her face. As her tongue whipped about, she could feel the beast’s formidable scum load sliding around inside his bloated balls. She whimpered, knowing what a treat Tracy had in store for her cunt.
Adolph, the German Shepherd, had fed lovely loads into Jennifer’s mouth and cunt-hole, and she was looking forward to getting a chance to milk off Major, too — but all in good time. There were variations to be worked first. Her face slid up and down, tonguing scumbags and rimming asshole as the powerful ass of the massive dog jolted and humped, driving into Tracy’s pussy then heaving back against Jennifer’s head. Her tongue was slurping like crazy, and she could hear the juicy sounds that Tracy’s pussy was making as that pliable fuck-hole pulled and sucked on dog cock.
His balls whipped into Jennifer’s face, then slapped into Tracy’s crotch as his hairy cock-rod rammed in to the hilt, stuffing her full and rattling her bones with the fury of his assault. Cunt-cream sprayed out as his fat prick plugged her pussy and pumped the juices out.
Jennifer moved the dog’s balls aside and gazed into Tracy’s cunt, delighted by the erotic vision. Tracy’s pink cunt-lips were unfurled and rippling as the dog’s thick, hairy cock-stalk plunged into the wet coral folds. His balls swelled alarmingly in Jennifer’s parted lips.
“Shit, here he cums!” she wailed.
“Ahhhhh!” Tracy squealed, jerking her fuck-hole down on the brute’s prick as his fuck-juice came rushing up his prick and squirted from his cock-head, hosing the depths of her pussy with his foaming flow.
He pulled out and pumped back in. Great geysers of doggy jism flooded the girl’s pussy, running out, blended with her own cum, to slather her crotch, turning that hairy pussy into a creamy platter, the sight of which was making Jennifer drool.
The mighty Great Dane emptied his cock and balls in torrents and geysers and Tracy pumped away under him, adoring every drop of his steaming hot scum as her own spunk spilled out of her pussy.
Then the doggy was drained. With a yelp, he jerked back and his long prick yanked out of Tracy’s cunt. It swung around and slapped against Jennifer’s cheek, laying a slick trail down to the corner of her mouth.
Jennifer sucked the dog’s cock into her lips and slurped the mingled juices from his spent cock, knowing that Tracy was watching — loving to have her sexy friend watch her suck the dog’s soaking prick.
And really making her hungry for the next sweet feast…
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I Looked Down Her Blouse
Looking down her blouse was the start of the biggest event in my life.
Dads Cyber Sex Secret
Ever since he could remember Richard wanted his daughter.
When he saw her walking around the house in her tight little hot pants and tiny little tops, he knew he had to have her hot 18 year old body. He fantasised about her tight her pussy must be, He hadn’t heard of her having any boyfriends, she must be a virgin right?
One night while lying in bed next to his ugly old fat wife he could hear his sexy little girl typing away on her computer, it was then he had an idea.
When Abigail was at school the next day he snuck into her room and rumaged around her computer. He found her IM files and got hold of her email address. He couldn’t resist looking around her files some more… It paid off. He found naked photos of Abigail, legs spread on her bed, her fingers working her soaking wet pussy, a look of ecstasy on her face. Seeing this only made him want her more.
He managed to sneak a laptop from work and set up an email address. He then added Abigails email address to his IM account.
“Hi daddy!” Abigail said breezily as she got in the door from shopping.
“Hello honey” Richard replied. Looking at her now he couldn’t stop thinking about those photos, Her beautiful slim legs open, wishing him to come into her.
“I’m going upstairs to try on some of the things I brought, is that okay dadd?”
“Yes sweetheart, i’m just doing some work in the laptop anyway.”
Abigail bounced upstairs with her bags and closed her door. Richard signed onto the IM account. And sure enough Abigail came online.
Whosethedaddy: HI abi. I hope you dont mind but Tracy gave me your email address
cutieAbi18: Hi! not a problem I love talking to knew people!
Whosethedaddy: Oh really. and whys that
cutieAbi18: Coz I just LOVE showing guys when i’ve brought some new panties.
Whosethedaddy: Wow. I’ve love to see them!
cutieAbi18: I’m wearing them now.
Whosethedaddy: What else are you wearing Abi
cutieAbi18: Nothing 😉
Whosethedaddy: I see. Are youo wet Abi?
cutieAbi18: Absolutly soaking. I need a good hard cock
Whosethedaddy: I’ve got one i’d be more than willing to put in you.
cutieAbi18: Ooooh tell me more…
Whosethedaddy: I’d love to walk into your bedroom and throw you onto your bed, your dripping wet pussy lying in front of me, willing me to enter it. Would you like that Abi?
cutieAbi18: Oooh yes. I’m touching myself now. Would you like to see?
Whosethedaddy: Definatly babe
(Abi sent Richard the photo he had already seen, but couldn’t get enough of)
cutieAbi18: You like?
Whosethedaddy: Oh i love. Your such a beautiful girl.
cutieAbi18: Hehe. thats what my daddy says.
Whosethedaddy: Does he? Well he’s not wrong.
cutieAbi18: You know sometimes I catch him looking at me. I think he wants me
Whosethedaddy: And do you want him?
cutieAbi18: Sometimes I touch myself, thinking of his tongue lapping up me sweet wet pussy.
Whosethedaddy: He’s a very lucky man.
cutieAbi18: I fantasise about him coming into my room at night and putting his fingers all over my virgin pussy, making me orgasm in my sleep.
Whosethedaddy: Sweetheart, come down stairs, that could happen..
(Abi logged off)
Richard could hear her coming downtairs. She stood at the doorway in her panties and bra. They were baby pink with white flowers on. Her lovely slim waist was completely on show, her long slim legs were slightly covered my baby pink stockings, her long blonde curly hair fell seductivly over her shoulders and tits. Her tits heaved against the bra. Making them seem so much bigger than they were when she was in clothes
“You thought I wouldn’t know it was you didnt you Daddy?”
“Yes sweetheart, i’m sorry”
“Its okay Daddy. But you were a naughty Daddy, and naughty Daddys need to be punished.”
Abigail walked towards him and straddled him, Kissing him softly on his lips. His fingers reached into her panties, she pushed them away…
“No Daddy. I said you need to be punished”
“But sweetheart, Daddy wants to touch his little girls pussy”
Abigail giggled “And I want you to aswell Daddy but I’m going to torture you first.”
Richard sat with his arms around Abigails slim waist while she kissed his lips and neck, Grinding her hips into his. It lasted for what seemed an eternity before she stood up and slid off her bra. Her pert magnificant boobs right in front of Richards face.
“Do you want to lick my nipples Daddy? I like it.”
“Oh yes sweetheart” And without hesitation Richard placed hi8s lips around Abigails beautiful titties. SUcking and slurping at her erect nipples. He looked up at his beautiful daughter, Her stunning face showing a look of sheer pleasure and enjoyment at what her Daddy was doing.
His moved a hand down her flat stomach and over her panties, feeling her wetness already. She breathed heavily as he worked her clit through her panties, he rubbed and rubbed until she came, screaming “Oh daddy!” over and over.
He threw her on the sofa and pulled his trousers off
“Daddy can I suck on it?”
Richard thought I would faint
“Yes baby you can”
He shoved it in Abigails mouth. Her slurping sounds partnering her moaning, When Richard looked at her pussy he realised why, Her fingers where in her panties, Toying with her own pussy as she sucked him off.
He pulled his manhood from her mouth and got on his knees, he peeled off her panties and sniffed them. Taking in his daughters scent. He looked at her pussy, so small and so wet and licked her pussy lips. Abigail moaned slightly before pushing her daddys head down so his face was buried completely in her pussy
“Lick me Daddy, please!”
He did as she said, Her moans making him lap at her faster and harder until she came, all over his face and tongue. The wetness increasing.
“Daddy needs to fuck you now sweetheart”
“Okay Daddy, but this is my first time. I wanted you to have it.”
RIchard smiled
“Thats fine baby but this might hurt a little bit then.”
“I don’t care Daddy, I need your cock!”
RIchard positioned himself in between Abigails legs and slowly pushed himself into her. Her lovely face showed signs on pleasure AND pain.
“Are you okay baby?”
“Yes Daddy, please fuck me!”
He did as his daughter wished. His throbbing dick moving in and out of her soaking cunt. Her face moving from pain to utmost pleasure. Her hips matching his movements til they were fucking each other with such force and passion they screamed the house down.
“FUCK ME DADDY!” Abigail screamed over and over until they came in unison before collapsing on the couch
“Thank you Daddy.” Abigail smiled
“Anytime baby” Richard replied.
Abigail stood up and picked up her panties and bra before bounding off upstairs. Like nothing had happened. Richard sat and thought about what had just happened…
“Wait til shes asleep…Then she’ll know what a real fuckings like.”
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After waking I looked over to the other side of the bed. Sindee was laying there sleeping peacefully with a smile brightening her features. I sat there on the side of the bed a few minutes content in watching her sleep. Every time that I looked at her I felt myself to be the luckiest man that ever lived just to have her in my life. I was fortunate in many ways; such as in the bond we shared because I knew without doubt that she felt the same as I did. Sindee was an amazing woman and I was going to ensure that nothing happened to her or any of the rest of us on the first of March. I also decided not to wake her right now so turned off the alarm. Today was the last day of vacation before she returned to the hospital for work.
I got up and through on some shorts and a T-shirt before heading to the kitchen quietly closing the bedroom door behind me as I went. I decided to surprise Sindee with breakfast in bed so I started to pull out all the fixings I would need from the fridge. It didn’t take overly long to prepare and fortunately Sindee slept until it was ready. I stepped into the back yard and grabbed a white and pink rose from the garden one of the werewolves was tending in the back yard. I used a simple bit of Life Magick to remove the buds and encourage the plant to heal and grow before applying just a little more to have both bloom fully open. I placed then in a small crystal vase on the tray with her breakfast. I made her an omelet filled with green and red peppers, scallions, cheddar cheese, chives and sausage with wheat toast, orange juice and coffee. Some may ask why I took the time to make it all by hand when as Mages there was almost nothing we couldn’t just get as at a whim. I like to think that because we have those abilities taking the time to do simple things by hand means more. It also fills me with pride that I am able to bring a smile to her face with such gestures.
I quickly opened the bedroom door before going back to the kitchen for the tray table. I carried it into the bedroom and set in on the dresser before crossing to her beside. I leaned down over her until my face was inches from her own. I gently kissed her lips as I cupped her cheek with my right hand. As Sindee woke she returned the kiss, deepening it with the passion we shared. As we broke the kiss I leaned back a little, smiled and said, “I love you more than I can ever say.”
Her eyes shined brightly in the dim light through the curtains before she replied, “I love you heart and soul and you know that. I know how much you love me because I can feel it through our bond.”
There was nothing else that needed to be said in that regard. “I brought you breakfast,” I told her as I turned to the dresser to get the tray. Sindee sat up against the headboard and slid to the middle as I returned with the tray placing it over her lap. “Enjoy my love.”
She smiled and patted her hand on the bed beside her in a gesture for me to sit. Picking up the small crystal vase, she leaned in to smell the two roses I brought in with breakfast. She placed the vase back before picking up her fork and smiling as she looked at all the food I brought her, “Are you trying to fatten me up or are you going to share this all with me?”
I chuckled at her statement, “With your metabolism and how active you keep use both I couldn’t fatten you up even if I wanted too. You’re perfect for me. You eat and if you don’t finish it, I’ll help but mine is out on the counter waiting.”
“No one is perfect Andrew, we all have our flaws,” she replied. “If you think I am perfect what happens as we change?” she asked in a serious tone.
I smiled even bigger, “I never said you were perfect, just perfect for me. We both have flaws that make us who we are and as time passes I keep falling more and more in love with you.”
“Good answer,” she said as took a bite of her omelet. The sound she made as she tasted it made me think of our conversation from the previous evening.
“Keep making noises like that and we may start working on those children before you finish eating,” I said with a lascivious grin before standing fully and stepping back. “I’ll be back in a moment with my plate to join you for breakfast.” I ran quickly to the kitchen and back.
We ate breakfast together, talking of family and growing up as we did. She convinced me to speak more of growing up within a large family, focusing me on the fonder memories from before that last summer. Sindee spoke of growing up as an only child and of her many pets and of the friends that she has lost touch with. Simply put we had a relaxing morning as any normal couple could by discussing our families past and plans for the future. We found that on one subject we were in complete agreement; both of us wanted a large family both in the children we brought into our lives and in the extended family of our friends. That and that Arthur and Jaq were the first choice for guardians in the event anything happened to either of us. Neither of us had known either Arthur or Jaq for a long period of time, but the quality of the time that we have known then told us everything we wanted to know about how fit they would be in that regard. Now all we had to do was ensure that all four of us survived what was coming in about three weeks. Unfortunately, that thought meant it was time to get out of bed.
I took the dishes out into the kitchen while Sindee got up and started. I shoved the dishes into the dishwasher but didn’t start it as I heard the shower turn on in the master bathroom. I returned to join Sindee in the shower which was a pleasant ritual for the two of us. It’s always nice to have someone to wash you back and I enjoyed washing her hair for her. Sindee’s hair flowed down her back like silk, falling almost all the way to her waist as she allowed it to grow, just trimming the ends as needed. As we assisted each other in the shower I ran my hands over her body, gently scrubbing her skin clean. Her skin was soft and warm, stretched taught over her toned muscles. While she was petite, Sindee had a core of strength and packed a lot of power in her small frame and gentle demeanor. I was reminded again that the only reason I was able to keep up with her during some of our workouts and most of the runs we took were because of my longer legs and the stamina built from the life I’ve lived over the last several years.
After our shower we dressed for a casual day, getting her ready for work the next day and my preparations for the coming fight. I had a thought that while I didn’t much like the general idea it was something that had to be done. “Sindee, I think we should work on more combat training for you, not just Magick,” I suggested to her.
She smiled at me, “I was wondering when you were going to think about that. I’ll tell you that while I have never used weapons before I have taken martial arts since I was young.” She gave me a teasing smirk, “My mother was taught to fight by her parents and decided that I should be able to protect myself as well.”
“I’m glad I’ve never made you angry then,” I smirked. “You think you can take me on?” I challenged with a grin and a laugh.
The sickeningly sweet smile she directed my way should have been warning, “I don’t know if I can beat my tough strong husband, but let’s change and I’ll try.” She turned and headed into the bedroom, returning quickly in her workout gear. “I’ll be waiting out on the back lawn,” she stated in a more serious tone without the smile.
I quickly ran into the room and threw on my sweats for working out and fight training because I wanted to see what she already knew. I also had this ominous feeling that I had said something I shouldn’t have. I was walking out to the backyard to join her when I realized that not only was the feeling still with me, it was steadily growing like a smoldering flame that could burst into an inferno. I pushed the thoughts aside as I joined Sindee and stood about five feet away from her.
She had the most serious expression I’d ever seen on her face at that moment when she said, “Whenever you’re ready Andrew.” There was no mistaking the challenge or the edge of temper in her voice.
I knew she was a red head and had the steel spine to match it before we ever got married. I knew she was an incredible multitalented woman who excelled in a male dominant profession. What I didn’t know, but would soon find out was how well she could fight.
I stepped in quickly with a jab for her rib, holding back my strength but not on speed. I knew I had her right up until the second that I was in the air. Somehow my feet had left the ground and as I tried to figure out had that happened I belly-flopped onto the grass with an audible thud having the wind knocked out of me. It took me a minute to roll over and sit up, another couple before I managed to catch my breath. I looked up at Sindee who was standing over me with a triumphant look in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
“Perhaps I should have asked questions instead of assuming that your classes were basic self-defense, and also not have underestimated a woman as amazing as you are.” I smiled at her before continuing, “I apologize for my assumption.”
She gave me that same smile from when I offered the challenge in the first place, “You’re forgiven, but I should remind you of something. I’ll quote a movie line that you seem to like: ‘Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups.’ I think that applies in this situation, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, and I’ll have the lumps to remind me of it. I’m not healing these unless it becomes an issue as sometimes a little humility is a good thing,” I hung my head for a moment. “Ready to go again, and this time neither of us hold back as we evaluate what we each know and can learn.”
She gave me a mock-vicious look, “Ready whenever you are.” She reached down to give me a hand up.
I took her hand and as soon as my feet were settled I pulled her arm toward me in preparation for a throw. As soon as I started to pull she moved into my side faster than I was pulling her. I was turning my body in order to complete the throw as her foot made contact with the back of my knee causing it to collapse. As I dropped to the one knee I pulled her against my back and turned the throw into a roll. As we both came over with her pressed into my back Sindee released my elbow and swung to the side away from my back which caused both of us to hit the ground with a solid thud. We rolled away from each other and both got quickly to our feet. We continued to exchange attacks and blocks with neither of us able to gain an advantage. While I had height and reach and a slight strength advantage over her, Sindee’s agility, and speed were nothing short of amazing. We were more evenly matched than either of us realized. We were dead even on stamina and just kept going until neither of us could lift our arms to swing and could hardly continue to stand. When we were finished we just sat down on a bench by the garden together. That’s when the laughter and applause reached our ears.
I looked up to see that most of our resident pack of werewolves and a few others had shown up during the sparring match. Markus and Kyra were standing at the front of group staring at the two of us with looks of awe on their faces. Most of the other werewolves were talking, making gestures with their hands; I guessed that they were discussing the techniques we were using. The three trainers that had been sent to help with everyone’s combat abilities were looking at the two of with varied expressions of curiosity. The unarmed combat instructed decided to walk over to us. While I watched him approach I spotted Roarke standing to the one side with an evaluating expression.
The unarmed instructor, Garret, stopped a couple feet away and asked, “If I might ask, with the way you two fight why did you need to send for me?”
I looked up, making eye contact before I replied, “While I am trained I am neither focused on my fighting techniques as I have other areas and skills that I need to teach to several people, and more importantly I am not a combat instructor and would be a poor substitute for someone with your experience.”
Sindee also replied right at the end of my answer, “Like Andrew I am trained to defend myself and part of that is the ability to fight back properly. I am also still learning to use my other abilities properly and wouldn’t be able to focus on their training as they deserve.”
Garret’s features took on an evaluating cast before replying, “Fair enough, I can understand and agree with both of your reasons. I will say there is little more I can teach you but I will do so and request that you both aid me in the training when I may need you. Providing of course it doesn’t conflict with your other duties and responsibilities.”
Garret got his answer in stereo as we both replies, “Okay.”
After he turned to walk away, I waived Roarke, Marcus and Kyra over. While they approached across the yard I turned to Sindee, “Is there anything else I should know?”
She smirked, “Not that I can think of right now, but I may have a few more surprises for you as time passes.”
“I just love surprises,” I replied with a grimace.
Marcus and Kyra stepped up and he spoke up first, “I remember when you could barely defend yourself Andrew, where did you learn all of that?”
“I’ll tell you inside later as it isn’t general knowledge and I forgot until now that you didn’t know,” I replied.
Kyra was smiling and looked at Sindee, “Remind me never to get into it with you. Even as a werewolf I think you’d still kick my skinny little ass around the yard.” She laughed and the sound was one that could brighten up a room, no wonder Marcus was so taken with her.
Sindee simply laughed before joking back, “I reserve ass kicking for the men who act like asses. Besides, I think two tough women like us will agree more than argue. Especially with our taste in men.” Marcus and I both gave her looks a mild indignation before laughing; after all she had a good point.
Roarke laughed at the joke before speaking, “First I must say that I am thoroughly impressed by both of you. Second I have to ask Andrew; were you going easy on me that first day we met?” Marcus gave use both a curious look but remained silent.
I looked up at him before replying honestly, “Roarke, I wouldn’t say I was being easy on you as much as I really didn’t want to kill you when we started out. I have managed to go since my awakening without killing a pure mortal and hope to maintain that streak as long as possible. I was also unarmed against you with your Primium infused sword so I was at a disadvantage there as well, no way to use subtle magick against you.” Marcus’ look of curiosity became one of shock and confusion, which is when I remembered that he hadn’t heard about any of this yet.
Roarke however looked confused as well, “What’s Primium?”
Marcus spoke up first, “Primium is an extremely rare material that acts as a form of counter-magick. The more of the material present the more effective it is against a Mage or other spell casters. A mage would have to use spells that could cause a backlash on them to get past small quantities of Primium. The warrior wielding a sword with significant amounts of Primium would be well defended against Magick and any mage close to the weapon would find their ability to use magick limited.”
I spoke up when he stopped to take a breath, “That’s why I kept trying to open distance between us when we were fighting.” I stopped to take a breath, and then looked up at both of the mean before me, “I should have done this already, but I will correct the oversight now. Roarke this is an old friend and ally of mine, Marcus.” Roarke reached out his hand to Marcus, “And Marcus, this is Roarke; a relatively new acquaintance and I hope friend and possibly ally in what is to come. I hold no ill will toward him from our introduction as he was misinformed and manipulated by someone else.”
Marcus reached over and took Roarke’s hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and will accept Andrew’s opinion and hold no ill will for you either.”
Roarke shook his hand before looking to both of us in turn, “Marcus, it’s my pleasure as well. Thank you both for your acceptance and forgiveness.”
I replied quickly, “Nothing to forgive, you were being used as a weapon and had no personal grudge against me. I think we need to find your benefactor however so that I may convey my feelings toward him personally.”
Roarke laughed, “Just the same, thank you. I’d also like to convey my opinion of being used to him personally.”
“If you’ve been trying to reach me for the last few days, I apologize as there was a need for Sindee and I to get out of town for a few days with a couple of friends and we just arrived back last night,” I told Roarke.
“Nothing to apologize for as this was the first time I sought you out and you are also entitled to live your lives, especially after I tried to end it,” Roarke replied sheepishly and lowered his gaze.
“Roarke, look at me,” I said. He raised his head to look me in the eyes before I continued. “You have nothing to apologize for, as I’ve said you were being used. I’d like for us to get passed that. More importantly though is that I’d like to count you as a friend at the very least. After sharing our stories, I feel that we are cut in part from the same cloth. Now, you came here today for a reason and I think we should probably get to it soon. How about we go inside and relax some.” I turned to Marcus, “If you’re willing Marcus, could you make or order something for lunch while Sindee and I shower and change so we can talk and eat together?”
“Sounds like a plan Andrew,” Marcus answered quickly. “Does anyone have a specific request for lunch?”
A few of the spectators among the werewolves and other guests shouted Pizza all at once so I looked at Marcus and told him, “Pizza it is, just order a dozen assorted pies for everyone out here. For Sindee and I an all meat and a super-supreme, get whatever Roarke wants for him and whatever you and Kyra want. Tell the pizza place to put it on the card on file and I’ll sign when it gets here.”
Sindee and I stood up and leaned on each other as we swayed back and forth while walking back into the house. Over my shoulder I shouted, “Since I’m providing the food and we already provided the entertainment, you spectators can make the Soda, Ice and Alcohol runs. We might as well make an afternoon of carousing and fun out of today’s events. Also, there are some tables in the shed for the food and drinks when it gets here. Baring rain the inside of the house is off limits due to discussions of a personal nature, alright?” The answer was a chorus of Yeses and Okays.
As I headed for our bedroom I grabbed my phone off of the counter and texted Arthur about the party and Roarke’s arrival with an invite to him and any of his people to join us if they desired. Sindee and I took quick showers to clean the seat and back lawn off of ourselves. We took them separately as we didn’t want to get too distracted and keep everyone waiting long. Sindee changed into a nice pair of fashionable black jeans and a dark forest green cami that set off her eyes and hair. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt, simple clothes that suited me for relaxing. Sindee went out to the living room to join the others as I ran to the basement.
On the way back up with the item I went to retrieve I checked my phone for messages and spotted a reply from Arthur: Party sounds great. Jaq, some of the Gang and I will be there soon.
I had to chuckle as I realized that Arthur, like myself, never used text messaging abbreviations. Not sure why, just an ingrained habit from how I was taught growing up. I was taught to treat any form of communication in a manner that would leave a good impression and things like that are difficult to change once you habitually practice them.
Upon entering the living room, I walked across to where Roarke was seated, “I believe this is yours and I meant to return before now.” As I spoke I handed the box I was carrying with me from the basement over to him.
Roarke carefully accepted the long box and opened the lid, “Thank you, but you bested me and have a right to keep the sword. It may sound old fashioned, but it was how I was trained when it came to such weapons, especially the more rare or unique ones.” He closed the lid and handed the box back to me.
“Am I correct in understanding that a refusal to accept it on my part would be an insult to your honor and to that of your adopted family?” I asked.
Roarke’s reply came quickly, “It could be construed that way, however I feel no slight toward that aforementioned honor at your request to return it as you were unaware of my family’s traditions and my training in that regard.”
I bowed respectfully toward his, “Then I accept the blade as earned and offered to me. Now am I correct in believing that what I do with this sword is my decision and your family and personal honor have been satisfied?”
Roarke looked at me with a curious and slightly suspicious expression before replying, “That would be an accurate assessment.”
I smiled at him with the widest grin I could situate on my face, “Than as a token of our new friendship and trust, I present you with a unique weapon that will defend and aid you in your future. I would be honored if you would accept it in that spirit and use it that you may remain alive and my friend.”
Roarke looked at me for a second and burst out laughing. It was a pleasant sound from him as when he laughed it was with his entire being and showed genuine mirth and contentment in the moment. After a minute he managed to catch enough of his breath to reply. He reached up and took the box from me, “Then it would be my pleasure to accept the sword as offered and I agree with the sentiment of calling you a friend.” He set the case before him on the table, opened the lid and ran his fingers along the length of the flat of the blade before continuing with,” And I will say well played. There are very few I know with the ability to fence verbally as well as they fight.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment as I have been told on numerous occasions that I talk too much,” I replied.
Marcus spoke up first. “That’s the truth, can’t get him to shut up most of the time.”
Sindee’s reply was right behind his, “And he’s an expert at placing his foot in his mouth.”
I looked at Sindee, “You too my incredibly gorgeous and true love?”
“After what started today’s earlier entertainment; Yes,” she replied.
I raised my hands in surrender, “Fair enough, you all win.”
The food arrived about five minutes later and Arthur, Jaq, Sam, George, Talia and even JD put in an appearance today. While the rest of the group headed out back to the garden party, Jaq and Arthur joined us in the living room. We spent the first part of the gathering getting everyone up to date on how it is that Arthur, Sindee and I had come to know Roarke. And Roarke explained that her had been doing a lot of thinking regarding the direction his life had been going and the hard truths that his recent adventures, specifically his fight with me and his conversation with Arthur at the Existence had forced him to face and work through in his mind.
Roarke was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, “What I had to face was that I had assumed that if you weren’t human, you were a danger to the human race. Until meeting Andrew and failing to kill him I had never had call to look at what I had been doing closely before. Not only had I failed to kill Andrew, I had expected that he would respond by killing me. When I came to in his basement he was still lying in the middle of the floor, unconscious but breathing so alive. I was sitting there tied to a chair and expected to be tortured for information when he woke again. I was resolved to pain and death by remaining silent. When he woke and Sindee came to his aid I was taken aback by their interaction. First I remembered him moving between me and the sound of a door opening right before I stabbed him and then his moving forward, pushing my sword deeper into his body to allow him to stop me from moving on after he died. The way they treated each other didn’t seem like the way the file describing his monstrous behavior would have suggested. I realized that no one really considers themselves as evil and my assessment of the situation may have been clouded by my head injury. After he was able to get up and moving he came to sit before me and talk while Sindee took my arms and healed the damage done to them while I attacked Andrew. He started talking and got me to open up and after hearing my story he was appalled to the point that he released me from my bonds without even asking for my word not to attack either of them. Not only that, but they provided me with food and drink and spoke of their own pasts to me. I was to say the least confused when I left here. After everything else, Andrew gave me advice that after talking to Arthur that night and continuing to think about everything I saw, I realized Andrew’s advice was a subtle guide to get me to find Arthur and the Existence. I arrived there and was welcomed by Arthur who sat and drank with me; spoke to me of choices and the real world behind what people see. I sat in a place surrounded by what only hours before I would have considered abominations and dangers to all humanity. I watched beings who up until I saw them there, I would picture in battles with each other that threated to spill over as a danger to the human race. I saw humans that were willing donors to vampires, not servants but friends from what I could see. I saw bitter rivals meeting in peace there. After observing and having my world flipped from black and white to all colors of the rainbow and every shade of gray as well I needed time to think. I spend the last several days wandering the city at night, watching what went on when I spotted supernatural beings. There was some fighting between the raced and even within the races but nothing that they allowed most of humanity to see. I only spotted it because I knew how to look for it and stayed hidden as not to disrupt my search. I also so races working together or holding uneasy truces with each other. Most of the feeding activity I saw left the victim alive with little memory something had happened or being done by willing donors such as in the club. I came to realize that everything I know about the supernatural is an assumption based on my limited experience of it. I thought about how I was manipulated into being someone else tool and weapons and hated myself for failing to see it on my own. I’m still trying to decide what I’m going to do for my future, but I wish to call any of you who will have me friends.”
I answered first with, “I already told you that I see you as such, and if you wish as you decide on your future I would like to call you an ally in the battle I’m fighting to save humanity and the supernatural races.”
Arthur spoke next, “I’ll have you as a friend as you are a good man at heart Roarke. Everything you’ve said here today only makes that more apparent to me. My door will always be open to you.”
Sindee spoke softly, “Our initial meeting may have been rocky at best, however I can find it in me to forgive you as you were being used and misguided. In addition to that I’ve had rocky starts with some of my best relationships, for instance Andrew was in a four day coma and my patient when I met him initially and he had just dealt with a serial killing mage of some kind. That and he was only sixteen so my feelings were still in the range of not entirely legal.” She stood and crossed over to him. She leaned down and gave him a friendly hug and peck on the cheek, “So here’s to a new start and a welcome to our extended family.” She stood and moved back to join me on the couch.
Marcus’ response suited him well, “I believe that the best way to defeat an enemy is to turn them into a friend as everyone in that situation wins. Andrew is a dear friend who accepted me into his family as did Sindee. I find that theirs is an example worthy of following and I would be honored to count you as a friend and to be counted among yours.”
Kyra who was normally quiet in similar gathering spoke up, and as she always spoke from her heart I was glad she did, “I have not had the rocky start that you had with them but they accepted me instantly and without reservation. I find them doing the same here with you. By their example, it is my honor and proud decision to do so as well.” She blushed and lowered her face. Marcus simply moved his right hand under her chin, tilting her face up and kissing her. She blushed deeper but managed not to shy away from the group again.
Jaq spoke last, “I’m not always the most forgiving person because of my profession, but I can understand people being manipulated. I’ll accept you as a friend and enjoy your company. I simply ask that you give me no reason to regret that choice”
Roarke had tears running down his face, the emotion overwhelming his control, “This is the second time I have been accepted into a family that wasn’t mine by birth. I am more honored now that I have been and will do everything in my power to ensure that none of you regret the choices or words you spoke today. I don’t know how I can remain a hunter in light of the revelations form this last week and today so I have much to think on before I decide my future. Thank you all again.
Arthur cleared his thought to speak, “I’d suggest Roarke that you go out back and talk to JD here or come into the club whenever you want to speak with him. JD was a Hunter like you are, his focus had been vampires but had hunted other beings as needed when they presented a threat to humanity. He has learned to select and research his targets for the most part. His situation is not entirely unlike yours, however a major difference. He had some special talents that weren’t strictly human and when they were discovered the other Hunters he had known stopped working with him, and then started to hunt him down. He may be able to give you some needed perspective.”
The rest of the evening turned into a party for everyone as those of us sitting inside joined in to the entertainment out back. The combat exhibitions that Sindee and I had started earlier had been taken up by different groups. As the night progressed almost everyone had joined in to show off some moves with the exceptions of Sindee and I who were already exhausted from our earlier match and Arthur and Jaq who seemed more intent of each other than on the fights. JD and Roarke put on an exhibition as they started speaking and were well matched. After about ten minutes the two of them took a walk along the property’s edge away from the crowd to converse as Arthur suggested. Sindee and I called it an early night after everyone promised to clean up when they were done, she had work in the morning and I simply wanted to spend time between the two of us.
We walked into the house, locking up behind us and headed for out room. I’d barely gotten Sindee through our bedroom door and closed it when I pulled her around to face me and kissed her with all the love and passion I had. I slid my hands to her hips and raised them slowly, lifting her top and grazing the smooth skin of her ribs as I lifted her top off. As I broke the kiss to pass the top over her head she took that moment to quickly yank mine up, making me step back and lean so she could remove it from my taller fame. There was not going to be a slow and gentle caressing tonight, all the emotion and energy we had work up today led us toward a manic, hungry need for each other. We stripped ourselves down on the way to our bed. With everything that had happened between us and all we had discussed of family we were determined to start working on those children tonight. Our bodies came together on the bed and our friends, the war, the world and everything else faded away. The only thing that mattered to either of us was the other half of our souls, the person in our arms and the sharing of pleasure and emotion between us. Nothing else existed but us for a time. It was a feeling that I wished would never end. We fell asleep with our bodies bound together as tightly as our hearts and souls and the Magick that connects all of it.
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SISTERS PLUS ONE
Sisterly Experience 2
End the year with a Bang (or three)
A long night after a few drinks and a lot of people
My best friends mom Ms. Carrow
Hey guys, this is a story about a Hot MILF that used to live by me, hope you enjoy it
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I fell off the band wagon. Ummmmm again. You could say that this was a pretty regular thing. After therapy it was worse than any other time. Maybe it was the discussion on how it made me feel when I took that cock in my mouth, or how it felt when he slid it deep into my ass. Being able to feel the ridges, the head as it first penetrated me.
Well tonight was no different I walked into the bar my shoulder length brown hair flipped and styled makeup done perfectly. I knew what I was going to be doing later so I went light on the mascara. My 5’5” of curvy body, of course not to many but not skinny either, encased in tight jeans and a lime green shirt enough to be noticed and make my green eyes pop.
I sat on that bar stool, two men walk up behind taking both stools on either side of mine. They continue to talk over my head.
“Dude did you see that video last night totally great” Thing one said.
“Oh yea, but the broad in the back was so fucking hot.” Thing two responded.
Oh I was pissed not only did I come to the most notorious pick up bar in town, but I was so ready just to be fucked. So I looked up at both guys and couldn’t help what I said “Now gentlemen, please let me inform you that you are not only just killing my fucking buzz but you are also ruining the fact that I am here to pick up a man take him home and get my brains fucked out. Now fucking take your stupid conversation to a different area of the bar.” My voice was not small when I said this I believe it’s safe to say it was a yell.
Both men looked at me with shock, which in general pissed me off more. Then finally Thing two spoke “Hunny, all you had to do was ask and I would be glad to take you home with me tonight. Actually, we would be more than happy to pleasure you all night.” Well at this point I was ready to be gone so I looked at these guys and told them in not so polite terms to FUCK OFF.
They did not take this well in fact they each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me out of the bar. I was a little more than buzzed by this point so I didn’t put up much of a fight. We got into their car and they took me home. When we arrived at the house it was a nice place ranch style neatly decorated. Except for the mess like really obviously no one lived here for awhile it was dusty as fuck.
So we walked into the basement (yes a cliché in every story oooo a basement lol) there was a bed, chains, dildos, paddles, whips, clamps, vibrators, and more damn I went into overload I was so wet. So I walked over and sat on the bed looking at both men who were staring at.
“Your not gonna ask why we have all this” Thing one asked.
“Not as long as you use each and every one of those toys on me” I responded waiting.
Both men looked at me with huge smirks and at once said “Our pleasure”
“You mean mine right?” I asked.
I stood and walked to Thing one and cupped his cock “This toy too?”
Then both men looked at me and again grabbed an arm each like really I don’t need to be subdued I’m already wet. They took me over to the bed and tied my arms up they left my legs free. It wasn’t like I was going to kick out or anything.
“I think we need to teach you a lesson you little tease” Thing one said.
“I agree she has been a massive bitch for awhile now” Thing two responded
Like really who are these guys I just met them tonight….Right?
Then it hit me at the beginning of my therapy I met two men they were hot but not worth losing my sessions over. Their names damn I can’t remember their names ugh. But I was pretty drunk and I remember giving blowjobs but never finishing them instead getting torn away by my friends who convinced me it wasn’t worth it. Oh wait he is talking…
“She’s starting to remember look at her eyes, so expressive I wonder what they will look like when I shove that plug up her ass.” One said
I was looking at him and couldn’t see Two it was dark until I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. When I turned my head I didn’t get much time I squeaked and my mouth and throat were filled in one smooth thrust I couldn’t think or breathe it was so unexpected.
“Ha check that out Rich, little bitch cant deepthroat worth a shit. All talk and no play fucking cunt” One said. So I at least know one name now. The cock in my throat began to move I could taste the precum on my tongue as he moved his head onto my tongue. That taste I really do love it salty sweet mmmm. Something cold touched my side I couldn’t anything. My shirt fell away it must have been scissors like the medical kind with the flat bottom. My bra was exposed it clipped in the front I tried to tell him that but only managed a groan.
“Holy fucking Shit” Rich said as he came in my mouth the vibrations from me trying to talk set him off. Well One had different plans for my bra. He got a different pair of scissors normal kitchen ones now. He picked the spot on my black bra where you could see my nipples peaking picked up the bra material and snipped. I don’t think I ever got so wet at once the fear and adrenaline all kicking in at the idea of him nicking my hard nipples. He did the same with my other cup again I got so wet. Now I’m tied to this bed a softening cock in my mouth and my bra cut so only my nipples show. One walked away. I think he was more of a toy man in fact I know this. He brought back to clamps and attached them I moaned so close to orgasming just from the pain.
My jeans were the next things cut away by Rich this time. He left my 4 inch stilettos on though. He really liked that obvious from the way he was playing with them with his hardening cock. One (I still don’t know his name) has taken to rubbing his cock on the nipple clamps moving and pulling on them causing me some pain but not too bad. Finally he puts his cock into my mouth straddling my head so he can play with the clamps while he does this. Rich is now playing with my panties (one of the last times I wore them) pulling them between my pussy lips, pulling them out. Shit like that what a tease right. Well One who is still in my mouth decides he doesn’t want to play like this anymore.
So he tells Rich they need to talk.. And they walk away and not for like 5 minutes I’m talking two whole hours I’m wet horny and had to wait a whole fucking two hours AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH is how I felt.
Well One comes back down and “Rich went home it’s just us now ready to learn your lesson?”
I looked at him and snorted like really what can this guy do to me. He flips me over so now I’m on my stomach my lace covered ass pointing up. SMACK. OMG He just spanked me not with his hand but a paddle and wooden hard paddle can you say ouch yet I’m still getting wet. He puts the paddle between my legs and plays with my pussy lips with it. He takes it away and I feel a rush of air before DAMN THAT SHIT HURTS. I hear the paddle hit the floor. Thank God that was hot and made me wet but it really hurts I can feel my ass throbbing and hot. I can also feel his hands rubbing and massaging my cheeks. Fingers running between them playing with my ass. The lace panties fall away and I can feel something touch my ass but I don’t know what it is. The next thing I know he shoves a butt plug up my ass in one smooth motion and my orgasm hits. When I come down from my high I can feel him in my pussy fucking me hard rough. He rips the clamps off my breasts and the feeling of the blood rushing back and the pleasure in my pussy and the fullness of my ass causes my orgasm to rip through my body again. Once again when I come down he is groaning and cumming all over my back. He smacks my ass one more time and tells me he will be back. And leaves me with a plug in my ass and cum on my back.
The End of Part One. Love Cat.
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A Happy Ending
Hey i’m a normal guy who has a thing for this Woman Nicole she is a great friend of mine and i’m hoping one day she will be more than just a friend ;)!
One last time?
It has been a few years since I have posted any stories, but after reading some excellent series (and some not so great) I felt the urge to write again. (Please see my other posts for the back story to this) This story takes place about 2 months after our last encounter.
