My Girlfriend’s Sister Carly
I have been dating my girlfriend, Michelle, for about four years and we are both twenty
I have been dating my girlfriend, Michelle, for about four years and we are both twenty
Michaels Memories
The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I may have embellished some of the details. Names have been changed where needed.
A newlywed couple were spending their honeymoon in a remote log cabin resort way up the mountains. They had registered on Saturday and they had not been seen for 5 days. An elderly couple ran the resort, and they were getting concerned about the welfare of these newlyweds.
The old man decided to go and see if they were all right. He knocked on the door of the cabin and a weak voice from inside answered. The old man asked if they were OK.
“Yes, we’re fine. We’re living on the fruits of love”.
The old man replied, “I thought so…would you mind not throwing the peelings out the window…they’re choking my ducks!”
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First of several parts recounting a sexual relationship I had with two young sisters
Casey now gets the eating she so deserves…
Mary and James enjoy a bout of sex while John watches
She keeps riding me on my sexist ways…
Two sisters discover their secret feelings for each other
Continuation of the first story
So there’s this party….Lynn goes wild, Will get’s drunk, Blane, well he’s screwed, and Brook cheats on Will….exciting stuff! Oh! and what does the reverend have to do with it?….Good read, not to much erotic stuff, but just hold on, a super erotic chapter is on the way!! BTW, Haley finds out about Amy Lewis’s “session” with Pierce and Will…..ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF UNDER AGED DRINKING OR DRUG ABUSE!!!
This is my first story ever so please be nice hehe, I wrote it on my phone as I dont have a computer so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks for Reading. X
My girlfriend lets things go to far
A teen’s cousin and her best friend come into town
I was asleep when I heard mom asking me to open my mouth. Without opening my eyes, I opened my mouth and immediately knew what to do when her breast landed in my mouth. Like a baby, I started suckling on her nipple.
The train was travelling along when a beautiful young woman entered the compartment which was deserted except for a businessman reading his paper. The man peered over his paper and asked “Would you let me kiss you for fifty pence?”
“Certainly not!” exclaimed the young woman, and the businessman returned to his paper. A short while later he looked across again and said “Would you let me kiss you for a thousand pounds?”
After a brief pause, the woman replied “yes, I suppose I would.” Again the man returned to his newspaper.
A few minutes later the man asked “Would you let me kiss you for five pounds?”
“Certainly not!” replied the young woman, getting angry now “What kind of girl do you take me for?”
“We’ve already established that” replied the man, “We’re just haggling over the price!”
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A CBer friend introduces two who became lovers.
This is a purely fictional story, things are exagerated for the purpose of the story.
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.
A young man discovered mom’s new hobby of posting online has taken a sexy turn. Long Read.
In a recent story WATCH AND ENJOY I described how my man and I had Janet and her man for dinner with the intention of seducing both of them – which we did.
On the way out Janet whispered to me, “Next Thursday afternoon, just you and I if you are free. We could have magic lesbian sex.”
“Why not, look forward to it, very much,” I smiled back.
Kori staying the night with me wasn’t even debated by anyone; she didn’t feel comfortable leaving me for my sake. It’s an interesting sleeping arrangement with Kori in pain and me not able to touch her without hurting her which left me in the awkward position of being in bed with her but not being able to hold her. I get to sleep at some point and wake up Saturday morning with Kori wrapped around me for a change keeping me on the bed. The majority of the day is me wanting to run out and bring hell with me but Kori keeps me grounded at my house and playing nurse to her requests for most of the day. Her parents give me a reprieve from duties and I get to chat with Liz as a distraction and find out that all communications from her about what happened have gone dark. Apparently Kori spoke with Katy at one point and wanted everything kept quiet.
It’s Saturday evening with Kori and I just talking about nonsense when my Dad decides to drop in with his thoughts on what to do about the Moralists.
“Okay you two, you’ve been resting against Guy’s need to go beat up someone so let me explain how to get into the heads of these little shits,” Dad starts in.
We sit quietly as he lays the whole thing out for how everything can go down, Kori doesn’t like the idea of fear until Dad explains a ‘family/pack’ mentality. We go over all the bases and Dad lets me in on the most difficult part of the whole thing for me, letting other’s do the work.
“Okay I’m not good with this,” I say with a little anger,” You don’t want me to go on the offense at all, I have to trust a giant teddy bear and Jun to wage a freaking war.”
“Boy everyone has learned that you can break most people your age in a fight. You need to make them fear everyone near you, you let the alternative message that you’re bringing be heard,” Dad explains trying to placate me,” Heather recruited by playing on people’s fear of being different, you give them freedom and they’ll flock.”
I don’t fully understand what he’s trying to sell me on but it’s sounding more like a screwed up plan but Kori seems to be interested and I let the two of them discuss some of the how’s and when’s as I sit and watch them plot, after Dad leaves I try to speak with Kori about Dad’s ideas.
“Baby I want them bad but this seems a little too goofy, I just let everyone else go out and attack but I stay back and do nothing,” I say frustrated.
“No honey, we get them to finally attack you then you tear them up. But everyone in this group needs to pull weight,” Kori says calming me down.
“Well if this is what you want then I’ll do it but baby it’ll be much simpler just to let me do what I seem to do best and go all out on revenge,” I say sitting down with her on the bed.
“Yeah well when you do that I seem to only see the effects after it happens and I want to see the fear and watch them run,” Kori tells me with a little bitterness in her voice.
While it occurred to me that she might want to get somewhat involved everything has been about me in the past up until now with Heather deciding to isolate me from my friends. Now it’s Kori who had to deal with the attack and where I would want blood in her place she wants something different. I relent with her request with the planning but I come back to one problem, Ben.
“Where was Ben,” I finally ask,” Ben didn’t show up to group and you said you were with him so where the fuck was he when you got dragged off?”
“I don’t know where he was but it’ll take me about a minute to find out tomorrow,” Kori says with a little grim determination,” We’re calling everyone together at the stone field, nobody is talking about what happened and as far as anyone knows you and I have been quiet for a day.”
I try to sleep that night but I’m not relaxing at all and having my girl next to me but I can’t really touch her is straining me more than I can deal with. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I wake up alone and after stumbling out of my bedroom find the rest of the family along with Mary and Carl sitting around eating breakfast.
“Hey sleepy, it’s almost noon,” Katy says trying to cheer me up.
“Yay, I wasted time sleeping,” I mock happiness as I get some food.
“He’s not a cheerful person in the morning,” Mary says trying lighten my mood.
“Boy has a mindset for something else honey,” Carl says explaining my sour mood.
I get fed and find that while I slept Katy and Kori got messages sent out to everyone including Ben to meet at the stone field. Everyone responded that they would be there and apparently my sleepy ass has kept us from getting there first. I throw on clothes from yesterday and my coat before leading the way on my bike with Kori and Katy following in the car. Arriving at the field is an interesting thing for me considering all that has happened here the past year and few days. Everyone is assembled and expectant as I get off my bike while Kori and Katy sit in the car and wait while I address everyone.
“I know that we’ve been pushing the ‘moral’ majority around a bit and it’s been fun up until Friday. Something happened and I’ve decided that I’m done playing games with these shit bags,” I start in getting nods,” Now while most everyone here has been down this road with me save for a few of you we have a problem, I don’t think anyone here has the stomach to do what comes next.”
“What the fuck are you talking about,” Natsuko asks a little shocked.
“We do what you need us to do so that you can get a hold of people involved and beat the shit out of them,” Jun adds trying to justify his position.
“No you all need to fucking step the hell up and do some damage for a change,” I say loud enough to quiet the back talk,” Every time something happens you all look to me well with this it’s going to be I point you smash.”
“I’m not much of a fighter Guy,” Devin says a little sheepishly.
“Bullshit Devin, you are a fucking giant. You don’t flock to me because I stood up once and made enough noise that people backed off. You stay because we’re a family of fucking monsters,” I raise my voice on the last word,” They may see me but they run from us and now it’s time you all follow my lead.”
“He’s right, we’ve made him our crutch,” Katy says getting out of the car,” the way things stand either you are with this family to the end or you’re out. That doesn’t mean you come back when it’s over either. Personally I’m in after Friday.”
“What happened Friday,” Ben asks confused.
“Ah Benny boy, I was wondering when you’d chime in,” I say going from angry motivational to sinister,” where the hell were you during final class?”
“I was at the glee club with Kori, I got distracted and when I looked for her she was gone,” Ben says matter of factly.
“Ben I saw you leave then a couple of guys came and told me that you were being backed into a corner and when I got to the parking lot to find you, you weren’t there,” Kori says stepping in front of me,” Now why did you leave me to Heather’s people?”
“I didn’t, I was talking to a girl and she wanted to talk in private,” Ben says on the defense,” we chatted and when I came back to the club you were gone.”
“So some random girl comes around and you just walk off and then conveniently Kori gets dragged out here by five guys and stripped down to her panties before they take belts to her back, legs and stomach,” I say covering the distance between Ben and I.
Everyone in the group freezes at my words and all eyes are on Kori who lifts up the front of her shirt to show her bandages. Ben’s eyes are all I’m watching as the shock sets in, I can see he didn’t know anything but that doesn’t stop Devin who goes from shock to a giant’s rage in less time than it takes to blink. Everyone in the field turns from Kori as Devin grabs Ben by the throat and starts to choke the life out of him. I let it go until Kori starts trying to call off Devin.
“Devin stand the fuck down,” I yell getting silence and causing Devin to slowly let go of Ben’s neck.
“Geez he was gonna kill me,” Ben says holding his neck.
“He was Ben, but Guy wouldn’t have. He would have made you suffer for it,” Kori says stepping in between Ben and me.
“I didn’t know they took you or anything like that,” Ben says desperately.
“We know that now Ben, but you failed the family,” I say getting everyone’s attention,” that means if you stay then you have to bring first blood.”
I see the decision being made and with a nod from Ben I smile and turn back gathering the group closer together and explaining what people at school will need to see when they look at us. Everyone in the group is more in the mindset for revenge than I could have hoped but its Devin who stops me as we break up the gathering to talk.
“I think I like a girl at school,” Devin says a little embarrassed.
“Dude that’s great but we can handle you and her after we deal with Heather’s friends,” I tell him starting to walk away.
“That’s my problem she’s in their group,” Devin says freezing me in my tracks.
“You find a girl you like but she’s on the other side, sorry man but I’m not sparing anyone,” I say readdressing Devin.
“Please man, can you try to win her over,” Devin asks with a pleading look on his face.
I shrug my shoulders and head back to my bike and watch everyone else clear out before I follow Katy and Kori out on my bike. I follow the car back to Kori’s house and give her a kiss goodbye before Katy and I head back towards home. We pull up to see Greg’s car leaving and Liz shutting the front door to the house. Katy shrugs at me and we both head inside, Mom and Dad aren’t home. Apparently both of them needed a day to let some stress out with the chaos that happened on Friday and the picking up of pieces on Saturday I honestly can’t blame them. I get into my room and don’t even close the door as Katy slides in after me and sprawls out on my bed, I sit down in my computer chair and watch as she kicks her boots off and relaxes. Katy has a long sleeve shirt with a black veil brides t-shirt over it and beat up shorts with tights on under those.
“Kori is really upset about not being able to have sex with you,” Katy says lounging.
“Yeah well it sucks for me too, I really want to let my girl know that nothing can keep me from her but I have bruising and bandages that prove me wrong,” I reply with a little frustration.
A knock on my door gets both of us to pause as Liz enters the room looking more frustrated than usual. I can see that Liz has changed out of her ‘church’ clothes and into a tight pink t-shirt and black yoga pants. Katy and I watch as she goes into a full on rant about her day.
“Well it’s official that if you have a boyfriend who goes to church they are fucking retarded,” Liz fires off with more venom than I’ve seen from her in a while,” I head over to his place to see him after fucking church and he decides that I need to reevaluate our relationship.”
“Okay Liz, something you want to talk about,” I ask glancing from her to Katy with some curiosity.
“We’re alone at his place and I ask him about us having sex, he says no and I try to leave. Finally after half an hour of talking I get his pants off and he won’t let me give him a blowjob, I get condom on him and we actually have sex,” Liz says continuing her rant,” we get done and he can’t look at me for five minutes then he tells me that we shouldn’t have done that and that it should have been something special and we wasted it. I get mad and tell him that it’s the person that’s special not the moment and he goes into this speech about how my friends are a bad influence and that I should disown my family because they aren’t using good moral values to raise me. The last straw was Kori, I asked about her without saying what happened and he told me that she dresses like a whore and that she will probably get raped if she’s not careful.”
The whole rant I’m trying to remain calm but now I want to kill Greg and use his blood to paint my room. Katy is up off my bed and coaxes Liz into calming down while giving her a hug. The whole venting process has Liz emotionally exhausted as they sit down on the bed.
“Worst part is during the half hour before we had sex I used my laptop to record the conversation just in case we had sex so I had proof he wasn’t a bad guy to you,” Liz says a little embarrassed.
“You recorded Greg losing his virginity to you,” I ask perking up a bit.
“Trust me it’s not worth watching, whole thing lasts maybe three minutes,” Liz says quietly.
Katy bounces up from the bed and rushes off to Liz’s room and quickly comes back with the laptop and starts trying to find the video. I take the laptop and put in on my desk and start to pull it up before stopping and turning my attention to Liz. Her whole expression is one of embarrassment with the situation and I move from my chair and get on my knees in front of her on the floor.
“I love you, you are a good sister and friend to Kori,” I tell Liz getting her mind off the video,” I want this video for later and would like to watch it now but I have to ask you for one thing. Are you and Greg done?”
I let her think about it for a few moments before Liz nods her head and smiles at me weakly. I move back to my chair and load up the video file and play it right there. It takes a while being a forty minute video with most of the beginning being her and Greg talking, we skip it until I get to a scene where Liz is naked and laying on her back with Greg trying to line up with her pussy. The whole thing is the most awkward sex I’ve ever seen with Greg even asking if that was the right hole and once he’s inside it gets worse. He doesn’t slide in and out to get a feel of it he just lays there not kissing or even making eye contact with her, he just lays there and Liz finally has to start moving her hips against his like she’s milking him. About two minutes into Liz’s milking fest Greg goes rigid and starts making these high pitched whimpering noises as he cums inside the condom. Liz is calm and talking to him sweetly and after a few moments he pulls out and while I don’t see him till he’s been dressed again I stop the video and Katy and I just stare at each other before turning our attention to Liz who seems a little put off at our quiet reactions to it.
“Well I can honestly say that there are now people in the world who don’t know how to have sex,” Katy says getting all three of us to laugh.
I’m still in my chair chuckling when I hear the girls stop and opening my eyes I see Katy’s mouth locked onto Liz’s mouth and Liz wearing a wide eyed expression. I drop my coat off my shoulders and onto the chair and move to the floor next to the girls. Katy breaks the kiss on Liz and before Liz can react I move in and take her face in my hands and kiss her hard. Liz starts to kiss me back after a minute and with little effort Katy and I get her up onto my bed, I keep kissing her while Katy strips the both of them down till I have two naked girls on my bed. I pull back to strip and watch as Katy feeds Liz one of her breasts, it takes Liz a second to adjust with her head on the pillow but after a few moments I see Katy’s eyes close as she enjoys Liz’s mouth. I get all the way stripped down and am half hard when I nudge Katy to get her attention, Katy looks and smiles before taking her tit from Liz’s mouth. Katy takes her time slowly kissing down Liz’s body and finally gets to her legs spread; Liz has only been trimming and Katy wastes no time diving in tongue first. Liz is going frantic and doesn’t really notice that I’ve moved up have myself over her head and my near eight inch cock dangling in her face. I bump her with the head and watch her eyes open and like a hungry animal Liz grabs my ass with her hands and pulls my cock into her warm mouth. I can feel Liz moaning as she forces most of me into her face and while I didn’t plan on rough sex today I’m definitely not opposed to it.
I lower my hips closer to Liz’s face and enjoy myself as she works at fucking her face with my cock. I can feel her moaning as Katy eats her out and the vibrations along with her trying to force more of my member in her mouth has me hard and I’m done with foreplay. I pull my cock from Liz’s face and watch a drool trail between her lips and my cock fall on her chest as I move down to the foot of the bed. My bed isn’t long enough for both girls to lay length wise on it and it shows with Katy’s ass and legs hanging off the bed. I move behind her and start squeezing her meaty ass cheeks with my hands. I watch Katy pause as I line my cock head up with her asshole, a light push and I press my way into Katy’s asshole. I reach the base of my cock and back up to the head before slamming deep and hard. Katy’s ass is tight and she clenches a little every time I push all the way in. Katy moans into Liz’s pussy and Liz is biting her bottom lip while holding a handful of Katy’s hair. The scene before me is hot and I forgo any politeness with Katy’s ass and pound away hard. It’s not long into the assfucking that Katy stops licking Liz at all and is just moaning through me hammering her ass. I slap Katy’s ass getting a yelp and watch as Liz crawls over straddling Katy’s back and slaps the opposite cheek getting another yelp from Katy. With Liz pinning Katy down and me hammering her ass Katy gets quiet and locks up before grunting out an orgasm. I bury my cock in her ass and let her ride it out till she’s relaxed enough and pull out, Liz gets off Katy’s back and backs up to the head of my bed spreading her legs wide.
“Can I get some real loving today big bro,” Liz asks coyly.
“I’m gonna have to resize you for sex again aren’t I,” I ask crawling up Liz’s body.
As I make my way up Liz I start leaving kisses starting at her calf on the left leg and trail them past her midriff and start to suckle on her b cup breast. We’ve only had sex a handful of times and all those were about a year ago, before Greg. I can feel my cock lightly bumping against her warm folds and Liz decides to surprise me by hiking her right leg up and with some maneuvering puts it over my shoulder. I forget that she dances considering she never wants me to show up to her performances and she had cut back on them when she started dating Greg. All these thoughts keep distracting me when I feel Liz’s hand take hold of my cock and start pulling me into her. It’s tighter than anything I’ve had in a long time and I grunt and press forward forcing myself into Liz. Both of us grunt with pleasure and a little pain, I look down at Liz and see her face contorted in pain and pleasure. I hold myself inside her trying to let her adjust to my size but my lack of movement.
“Would you please not make me do all the work myself again,” Liz says with a little frustration.
I smile a little at her bravery and back up half way before sliding gently back inside her. I keeps a slow methodical pace feeling Liz’s pussy get wetter and wetter as I work her over. The pace feels slow but after two days of no love with Kori I’m ready to burst. I feel something pushing between us and see Katy move her hand onto Liz’s clit and start rubbing with the pace of my thrusts.
“Oh Jesus this is how you get fucked after church,” Liz blurts out.
I start moving harder and fast in and out of my step sister, Liz has coated my cock in her juices and I start to feel my own orgasm build and I know I’m not gonna last long if Liz doesn’t cum herself and soon. Katy reads me pretty well and as much as I like having Liz’s limbs wrapped around me Katy backs me off and out of Liz. I get on my knees and watch as both girls start jerking me and playing with my balls trying to force my orgasm out, I look down and see both girl’s faces wanting and expecting. It’s more than I can take and Liz is the first one to receive a blast from me as my orgasm has me in a rush. I close my eyes and let the two of them coax the rest out. I come back to my senses to see I got both in the face more because of aiming by Katy than luck and as I back off my bed and pull on a pair of underwear both girls giggle and joke about what it looks like on each other before they start to clean up and get dressed.
Our parents get home at in the early evening and find that while the girls have been relaxing and talking I’ve been in my room since my threesome brooding. Mom pokes her head in to tell me dinner is ready but I’m not hungry. I let the evening pass me by and decide on bed at about ten when I get a weird idea and turn my computer on. I get onto Facebook and pull up my account and go to the school’s page, I think about how to word what I want to say but simply write ‘We’re coming’.
Monday morning I’m up before everyone else getting dressed in beat up cargo pants and a plain black t-shirt. I rouse Katy awake and point out the clothing I grabbed for her. A long sleeve shirt with a plain red t-shirt over it and some baggy jeans, it’s the fingered gloves that get her attention. They’re the same ones that we train with in the gym. I start to head out with Katy and get stopped by Elizabeth, dressed much like Katy and I are. Dad doesn’t say a word and Mom looks at us with a little sadness as we head out to school. We arrive at the school’s lot and the rest of the crew is there except for Kori and Ben. I don’t wait for them as I lead the girls from our vehicles to Devin’s truck where the rest of the crew is gathered. All of us are hooded and the crew is quiet before me as I lead them into school and class. The first half of the day is quiet save for whispering around me about what happened to Kori and another student last Friday, someone was talking about it and like everything else it spread like wildfire with rumors as to how bad it was. People watch me for signs that I will snap and lash out and when I catch them looking out of the corner of my eye I smile big enough that they can see me.
During lunch I arrive at the cafeteria and the whole family is gathered around the table sitting. I approach and once at the table all stand up and I lead them out of the cafeteria amidst the whispers of students and to the baseball field. I climb the bleachers and take a seat at the top with my feet dangling off the side while the rest of my ‘family’ stands in front of me looking up and waiting. I almost start to talk to them as I would normally when I see a few of the punk crew and Hideo from Jun’s friends heading towards us; I bow my head and wait for them to get close.
“Family, we have people here who want to believe,” I say in a happy tone,” See them know their faces.”
My whole ‘family’ turns and stares at the few other students who followed out of either curiosity or for protection. I notice Vicki from the punks moving forward cautiously when Devin steps forward and stops her.
“Brother, this one wishes to believe. More than these first few she approaches with her fear but also with her will,” I tell Devin from my perch.
Devin steps back and motions Vicki to move forward and after a moment of hesitation she continues and looks up at me with confusion.
“There is a question in your mind that I will answer for you,” I say to her keeping my tone overly happy and friendly,” What happened to us, what changed? Let me tell you that we’re just being what we were all this time and you never saw it.”
“That makes no sense,” Vicki says confused.
“This is the mystery of me, open to the world’s interpretation,” I reply smiling down at her,” Tell the one you let hold the leash that I will come for him today.”
“You’re going after Johnny,” Vicki asks backing up.
“Yes, we’re going after everyone,” I say before dropping down off the bleachers,” Tell them we’re coming.”
I get up to Vicki and take her face in my hands, she’s scared and I must look like a maniac as I smile at her. I look to the rest of the people gathered and smile before walking back into the school with my family following quietly. The rest of the day goes by quiet and fast as we get into homeroom and see Coach Campbell talking with some of his team before noticing me, I get waved into his office off the court and once inside he closes the door after me and sits at his desk.
“What are you doing running around scaring students,” Coach asks a visibly upset.
“Coach I’m just bringing in people to hear my word, when they come for me then I’ll get you something better than names,” I tell him,” I’ll give you what you really want sir, revenge for your girl.”
“Not at school, you keep it off campus as much as possible but you better deliver,” Coach says sternly,” And I’m having my kids run with you as much as possible so nothing happens to them without someone to watch their backs.”
“Tracy yes but your boy will have to be seen as one who knows,” I reply cryptically before exiting the office.
We sit in silence in the Gym and school lets out on time as always. We head to the vehicles only to find a group of ‘moralists’ standing around my bike lead by pretty boy Kyle. I stop and motion to the ‘family’ to fan out and we walk up as a line to the near twenty ‘moralists’. Kyle tells his friends to stay back steps out of his group towards me.
“We need to talk about all this fighting, both sides have been hurt and it would be better if we all just made peace and went about making this place better together,” Kyle says with a little arrogance.
I can see some of the punks taking notice and more than a few nerds are starting to gather on the fringes. I let Kyle see my smiling face before I start to speak to my ‘family’ and the small gathering of people.
“The snake never cared about the feelings of the mouse until the mice realized they outnumbered the snake,” I say loudly,” you talk of peace but you chose something different. You chose be brought down by ones who are not anything like you.”
“What are you talking about? The people who follow you are going to get hurt if you go against this,” Kyle continues from his position of authority.
“I have no followers, only brothers and sisters in the name of cause,” I reply before getting louder,” Like a fool this one thinks that we fear pain, Brother Devin, Hit me.”
I turn to Devin who pauses for a second and takes me by the coat collar with one hand and slams his fist into my cheek hard. People are gasping and whispering but Devin has a hold of me and I get my full balance again and start laughing.
“You think pain is something we run from, we enjoy pain. You talk about pain but you cannot hurt us, now is the time to get your affairs in order Kyle,” I say with blood in my mouth,” Because this is your choosing, we are upright and we know that we were chosen.”
I watch as Kyle backs away from me slowly and his friends disperse amid whispers and talk about how I’ve lost my mind. Everyone gets into their vehicles except for Devin and me. I look at Devin and before he gets in his vehicle speak to him.
“Brother you are a monster today, but you are in a family of monsters and we will take care of you,” I tell Devin smiling.
“Yes brother, the one who wants to believe is waiting on you,” Devin says pointing behind me to Vicki who is at my bike.
I let Devin leave and take Jun, Natsuko and Lilly home before addressing Vicki. I can see she still has some fear but something else is driving her right now.
“I will go with you to see Johnny,” Vicki says trying to get on my bike.
“You do not believe and you certainly don’t know,” I say stopping her,” I solved the question in your mind that you couldn’t even find words for. Now you want to believe but to do so you need to see?”
Vicki nods her head lightly and I stick a finger in my mouth and get some blood on it before holding it up in her face.
“Did you see this,” I ask getting another nod,” Then you saw but don’t believe. We are more than them, worse than them because we do not have their illusions and labels. We are things that they will never understand because of the lies they were raised with. If you wish to believe then you must find the lies they pulled over your eyes and see what you are in the event to come.”
I can see Vicki is confused and I am a little myself but cryptic and charismatic has people talking and that’s the start of it. I hand her the spare helmet and once we’re both on my bike we head out to Johnny’s home/compound. My arrival so many times in the past two weeks cause my arrival today to be less dramatic but as I show up Johnny still makes his way out to greet me.
“Hey Guy, you coming around here so much I’m beginning to think I need to get you a place to sleep,” Johnny says being funny.
“Brother I need you,” I say throwing him off with the ‘brother’.
I follow Johnny into what I can only assume is his actual spot considering the nicer furnishings and what I can tell is paperwork. I let Johnny sit but remain standing with my hood on and my hands behind my back.
“Okay man, I got word of some bad shit happened and from what I hear there are some things in the works with you and you got hit in the face by your friend,” Johnny starts in.
“Yes, I needed Brother Devin to hit me to prove a point,” I tell him plainly.
“What is with the brother/sister crap,” Johnny asks confused.
“First Brother you’ve been a part of this family since nearly the beginning so don’t start casting down this family, you might not be around but we still consider you one of us,” I tell Johnny going from stern to happy,” and the family needs you brother.”
“Okay, well if I’m a brother then I’m probably going to have to say yes to the help,” Johnny says smiling,” But I’m guessing that it’s going to hurt me before it helps.”
“You are worldly in your possessions brother and this will cause some of that to slow down, you’ll need to not sell at the school till we end this,” I tell Johnny who gets disheartened,” But if you help I will get you something better, distribution.”
“Distribution to whom,” Johnny asks perking up.
“Who isn’t important, what is important now is your network. There are some people who want the family to die and I need their friends,” I tell Johnny,” I’ll have Brother Jun get you all the specifics. You heard about what happened to Kori?”
Johnny nods and I don’t let my emotions show but I burn up with the memory of it. Johnny leaves his shack for a few minutes before coming back to me.
“I think you should preach to the masses,” Johnny says closing the door behind him.
“Your meaning brother,” I ask for clarification.
“Well you lead us but we call you brother and you call us family, you say that the family knows but you’re looking for believers. You need to give them something to believe in,” Johnny explains.
I can see that he has a point with a mission statement but just telling people to follow me because I want to hurt people who hurt Kori isn’t going to work. I sit and think while Johnny handles some paperwork and before long I leave quietly and take my bike home to think. Getting home shows me something I haven’t seen before, the entire crew is parked in my parent’s living room doing homework while Mom serves up soup and sandwiches. I walk into the living room and everyone stands up before I wave them off.
“At in public only please, I don’t need to be the messiah at home too,” I tell them getting some goofy looks.
“Guy what happened to your face,” Mom asks rushing over and taking my head in her hands.
“He did,” I point to Devin who gets a withering look from Mom,” I told him too.”
“Why would you tell him to hit you,” Mom asks confused.
“Cause it scared an asshole,” I say smiling.
I get a look from Mom about my language and sit in with everyone to get my own class work done. After we all get finished I start to talk about what we’re going to be standing up for and ‘preaching’. I’ll be doing most of the speaking which relieves most of the group but my ideology has some confusion. Everyone leaves before nine and I’m finally relaxing in my room when my phone goes off with a text, it’s Kori. When I ask her where she’s been she replies that her mother wanted her to stay home for a while and heal. I tell Kori I’m not happy about her missing what I’m doing for her and she says that she’s got a watchful group of friends and to trust Ben since he’s doing what I told him. I don’t know what it means and after saying goodnight sleep comes nice and fast.
Tuesday morning and I’m up early like always but I’m not alone today, Katy is getting dressed as I get out of the shower and Liz is up next for it. I get dressed in the same basic clothes as yesterday and the three of us head out again, girls in the car and me on my bike. School goes by much as it did Monday but with more whispering behind my back and finally at lunch time when I arrive and lead my family out of the cafeteria I discover that we have about thirty students who have followed us including Vicki from the punks and Hideo from the nerds. I get up to the top of the bleachers again and see faces staring up at me with a little bit of expectation on their faces.
“You don’t know why you’re here. I call you believers because you haven’t known yourself,” I explain eerily happy,” but you know what I stand against, you saw it yesterday. They come and posture with numbers and words as if it mattered. I don’t care if you believe because I know.”
I see confusion and a little bit of fear in the faces of some students but most are trying to comprehend.
“Jun, take one from the crowd and bring them forward,” I command to Jun.
I watch him walk into the assembled group and look around, some of the friends of his back up but he settles on Hideo and taking him by the shoulder drags him to the front of the group.
“You are afraid believer,” I ask down to Hideo who nods,” I know you but you don’t. I see that you are not what they want you to be. They make you fear them by words and titles that they couldn’t aspire to. You believe that they are wrong but you stand idle by and be what they want to make you.”
I take the long way down watching Hideo the whole way until I’ve moved in front of him. I can see he’s a little scared but more ashamed. I point at Vicki and wave her forward till she’s just out of arms reach.
“You believer, if I told you that I will hurt this one if you do not have sex with him would you,” I ask Vicki while staring at Hideo.
“No I wouldn’t,” Vicki says quietly.
“And that is why you are an animal, the both of you,” I say backing away from the two,” You both are persecuted by the same people, they just use different names and yet you can’t even see the truth behind it. They’re ashamed they can’t know the world like you do. You girl are free and independent, you have no ties that you don’t want. You dress the way that makes you feel like what you want. You boy are smart and articulate, you have a future in a world that will try to grind you into paste but more than them you will earn it on what you know not because you were born deserving it.”
I watch the two look at each other and see the rest of the group looking around at each other’s faces before focusing on me again. I hold my arms out to my sides and lean my head back to the sky; the clouds are dark grey and light with rain.
“Will you be persecuted until you can prove that you are walking upright or are you walking upright now and just need to stand with something that is more than you, worse than you,” I ask bringing my gaze back to the crowd.
I can hear some of them talking about worse than them, I can see some are beginning to understand but I am seeing Hideo in quiet contemplation while Vicki has moved closer and is now next to him facing me.
“I know why they’ve chosen me,” I say quietly but happy,” You will believe once you enjoy the pain they caused you. Tell others that in two days I will bring my message to bear for those who want to believe.”
I head through the crowd and back to class with my family quietly in tow. The rest of the day goes by with more quiet whispers and people talking but the highlight is after fifth period when I’m leaving and I see Heather walking in my direction. I know she doesn’t see me and I wait there for her; she gets within arm’s reach before noticing me and backs up suddenly dropping some papers. I turn and look down at her as she cleans up the papers; I catch some of the words and guess at a speech. Heather finishes picking up her papers and composes herself to speak but I cut her off by chuckling. I walk away still chuckling and get to the gym ahead of some of the crew and head straight to Coach Campbell’s office and close the door behind me getting his attention.
“Coach are we having an assembly soon,” I ask quietly.
“Yes actually tomorrow, Principal Jackson caught wind of a few students who have been attacked and apparently there are a few groups concerned and one that is speaking,” Coach tells me leaning forward in his chair.
“I think I need to say something during the assembly,” I say with a visible smile on my face,” and I need your help to do it.”
“What about my boy and girl,” Coach asks concerned.
“They haven’t come to me yet but I will be waiting for them at the bleachers once we’re done here,” I tell him before getting back to my immediate planning,” I want to speak over them but not at them, any ideas on that sir.”
“Get with my boy and I’ll have something by tomorrow, but only if they get in this protection blanket you got,” Coach tells me skeptically.
I leave the office and head out to the bleachers drawing my family out with me. I get seated from my perch and turn my attention to the only people there.
“There’s going to be an assembly tomorrow, I have decided to say something during it since Heather’s group will be making a statement about what happened to Kori, I’m going to tell the school about my ‘vision’. Also I’ve brought Johnny on board and he’s ready to help so Jun I’ll need you get him information about Kyle and his Russian bride,” I dictate noting my last words make Devin scowl.
I see two figures heading up towards us across the field, I motion to my family that we have company and drop down to greet Tracy and her brother. I step in front of my family and greet our guests. I finally get to see Tracy after her altercation, most of her hair has been cut short and is matted to her head with some sort of hair product. I note the jogging coat and matching pants in blue and white but it’s her brother who is only six feet tall and noticeably younger than Tracy but it’s his clothing that probably has Jun feeling nostalgic with a black windbreaker slacks with a sweater vest underneath. I almost go after him first but decide to start with some love.
“Sister it’s been too long,” I say placing my hands on Tracy’s shoulders,” this family has missed your determination and I’m glad to see you again, come by my house after school today so we can talk amongst those who know in private.”
“Dad says that you’re really unhinged but I should just listen to you and do what you say,” Tracy says with a little determination,” But you get in the way of my practice and I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less from you sister. You on the other hand are a quiet simpering little shit and I’m not even certain as to why I haven’t had Devin pull your arms off,” I say turning my attention to her brother.
“I’m Isaac, our dad said I should stay around you and follow your lead but why are you attacking me,” the boy says getting defensive.
“‘Why are you attacking me’ because you should be crawling on the ground not walking upright,” I sneer and mock,” you’re a pathetic excuse for the male species. My sister Tracy has more temerity in her than you do. You do know what that word means boy?”
I can tell Isaac is pissed and that anger makes him foolish and reckless, I watch him drop is bag and swing with a right that I see coming. I let the punch hit me but lower my head so that his knuckles pop as they connect with the top of my skull. Isaac recoils from the punch holding his hand and cursing; I start laughing and turn to my family.
“He has fire right Brother Jun,” I ask still laughing.
“He does Brother, should I help guide him,” Jun asks stepping forward.
“Of course, his fire is wasted and he doesn’t hesitate,” I say placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder,” You follow Brother Jun’s lead and listen to what he says.”
Isaac nods warily and backs up from me, boy has spirit and honestly I like him now more than I liked Jun the first day. We gather and leave school heading straight for my house to work and lighten the mood. Once at home and inside all appearances drop and Jun gets a chance to talk to Isaac and explain how the family works and why we’re all acting the way we have been for the past couple days. Tracy looks confused but Isaac seems quick to pick up on what we’re doing and the fear I’m trying to put in.
“People are wondering about some sermon you are going to deliver on Thursday,” Isaac says keeping me informed on the gossip at school.
The topic gets everyone’s attention but my shrug ends any questions or comments as to what I’ll say and do. Homework gets done again among the watchful supervision of my folks and everyone heads out before my Mom starts setting up sleeping bags. I get into my room and shoot Kori a text asking how she’s been today and tell her that I miss her at school. I don’t get a reply for a while but when I do it’s just her telling me to be patient and she’ll be back before I know it. I don’t reply because I want her back at school now and not later. I head to bed ready for a grand interruption of Heather’s activities.
Third morning in and it’s like a well oiled machine, at school before classes there are people watching as now Tracy and her brother Isaac have come into the fold. We all bow are heads as if we’re praying and head off to class. What I hate more than anything is that point where you have something planned and yet you have to wait through the most boring shit in existence before you get to have some fun. At the end of second class I get a notice from Coach Campbell that we are having a meeting in the library during the assembly at home period. The news puts a bit of a spring in my step as lunch comes and goes with no real speeches or people who need to be adjusted. I let Jun know that I’ll need communication from him as to when to interrupt Heather and whoever is speaking with her. Last two periods drag on but mercifully pass and I watch as others head to the gym for the assembly. I take my note and get to the library where Coach Campbell is waiting in the office and the librarian hands off the keys to Coach before passing me and leaves us alone. I get into the office with Coach and he explains his plan.
“Okay meathead, they’re going to be speaking in the gym but you can use the PA system from here to interrupt them, you got some way to know who you are interrupting I take it,” Coach asks quickly.
“Yes sir, and thank you sir. I will remember this,” I say moving to the phone he pointed out.
“Well my boy is talking about how what he’s going to be doing is cool and at least I am less worried
now than I was last week,” Coach says taking out some files.
“I’ll keep him around after all this as well, he has fire,” I tell Coach Campbell taking out my phone.
I didn’t think I would need to wait long but I’m thirty minutes into the final hour of the day when Jun sends me a text saying that Heather and Kyle are heading up to the podium to speak. I give it a minute and after taking a deep breath punch the buttons to pull up the PA system, I hear the PA tone kick on and begin.
“I told you that we were coming but it was a lie, we’ve been here all along. They’re lying to you; they’ll tell you that they’re trying to make things better but how different are they from each other. So much of the same that they see you and you and you and you as so wrong because you are different from them. They are addicted to the idea that they are heroes; they want you to see them as heroes so they can feel better about the empty hole they live with everyday. They want to lead you like sheep to a slaughter, covering your eyes so you can’t see the end until its right in front of your face. But I think it’s time for the masses assembled to wake up, WAKE UP AND SEE THE LIE THEY WANT YOU TO LIVE! I watch them make people deteriorate and wither all around them, they whisper and wonder at it but they never do anything about it. They want you to crawl but you know you’re meant to be upright. You know my name, you know my brothers and sisters, you whisper and wonder about what comes next. I know why they’ve chosen me, I’ve seen it in my thoughts and in my waking dreams and I know that this is not the beginning of their new regime. It’s the end,” I get the last words out and chuckle for a few seconds before pressing the hang up on the phone then placing the receiver in its place.
Coach Campbell has me sit next to him and we start looking busy going over my file when I hear the doors to the library open behind me and a few teachers along with Mrs. Jackson come in looking for someone. Coach greets them and says that he brought me in here so that I wouldn’t do anything during the assembly and that I never touched the phone while we’ve been in here. Mrs. Jackson doesn’t push Coach but I can see Ms. Detress is fuming mad and ‘knows’ that I did it. I watch her call Coach Campbell a liar and that gets Principal Jackson to turn on her wonderful ‘No you Didn’t’ look. I let the whole proceeding play out and as final bell rings I calmly put all Coach Campbell’s files in order and quietly leave with my bag, no smile or laughing as I pass Ms. Detress or Principal Jackson.
I’m walking towards the parking lot and see the Gym is letting out from the assembly but more than that the students from the assembly see me walking and soon enough my family filters out to me and gives me a barrier as some cheer and others ask question. I get to our vehicles in the parking lot and can see that behind the assembled punks and Goth, past the nerds and outcasts there are the ‘moralists’. They’re watching and looking to see what I’ll do next and it has me smiling.
“I think that someone heard my thoughts today,” I say loudly but keeping my head downcast,” Are there people here who want to believe?”
I can hear some saying yes and there is more asking questions as I raise my head to look at all the faces staring at me for the answer.
“It’s not time yet, I’ll be where the storm gathers tomorrow at the end of the rush,” I tell the assembled cryptically,” If you can’t find me then find my family, they know and will guide those that want to believe.”
I can hear the talking and don’t wait for anyone to give me another chance to speak. I get on my bike and before I can get anywhere Tracy stops me with a gesture and after getting the spare helmet from the seat whispers ‘Johnny’ in my ear. I guess she has business there and decide to help out by driving us there. It takes a moment to realize that the whole family is following us and our arrival at Johnny’s is greeted with some happier faces than I’m used to seeing when I go somewhere. I waste no time finding Johnny in a side trailer and let Tracy have her time with him, I didn’t think she was into Johnny but it doesn’t matter to me as I am getting my phone blown up with a text message from Kori. Kori’s message takes some priority and I guess Jun or Lilly must have made a video because she’s promising me some serious alone time when she’s all better just for scaring Heather. I follow the link and check the video out, apparently I cut Heather off in mid sentence and before I was even finished she left the podium and Kyle had to talk about how they’re going to help change the student body. I smile and find Jun just to pat him on the back for the video. I tell the family that I’ll be along later and that this is just a personal stop for Tracy. Devin give me a look like I need to fix something and I remember that he’s still interested in some girl in the moralist camp.
“Brother you need to tell me who this girl that I’m supposed to help you with is,” I ask Devin privately.
“Her name is Masha. I’ve seen her hanging around whenever we gather but I don’t like the way they’ve been treating her, she’s like an attack dog as far as their concerned,” Devin says pleading.
“Okay but which one is… the bodyguard?! The damn Russian bodyguard that Heather keeps around to make sure one of the girls doesn’t take her fucking head off,” I say shocked by the realization.
“I like her okay, I have seen her looking at me too man but I just think that maybe if you could show her that she’s just a tool for them that maybe I’d have a shot with her,” Devin pleads with a puppy dog face I should not see on a large guy.
I pat him on the shoulder and let him get to taking Jun and some of the other’s home. My family leaves and I wait patiently by my bike for Tracy to get done with Johnny. I’m only waiting about ten minutes when Tracy heads out of Johnny’s shack looking about the same that she was when she went in, guess it didn’t take long for her get what she needed. I start to get my bike ready to go but Tracy stops me and pulls me into following her off to a cabin towards the back, it looks better than some of the makeshift ‘huts’ that others are using. I watch her take a key in her hand and unlock the door before we head inside. It’s pretty basic inside, crappy bed with blankets folded up on it and a small desk with a chair by the blacked out window.
“Johnny says this was the only building he didn’t put up on the grounds,” Tracy explains sitting down on the bed.
“Okay, thanks for the history lesson, so why the fuck are we here,” I ask taking the sole chair and sitting down.
“I gotta ask, are you really losing your mind or are you really good at fooling people,” Tracy asks a little angry.
“I thought we went over this with your brother, I’m just doing this to get people’s attention. I scare the moral majority and get people they’ve been picking on to start standing up for themselves,” I explain keeping it simple,” And when I get the names of who beat Kori with belts I start looking into renting a wood chipper and a boat.”
“Well that’s graphic and probably never going to happen. So my new problem, I talked to Kori and I’m guessing she hasn’t said anything but I need sex,” Tracy says with no subtlety.
“Well that’s wonderful but I have to ask, why me,” I ask plainly.
“Well you’re not bad at it from what I remember and Kori wants to make sure you’re in shape for when she’s ready to reward you for that speech today,” Tracy says pulling off her hooded athletic coat showing me her toned body in a lose tank top and sports bra.
“That’s great but no, people just don’t volunteer to have sex for a friend just to keep someone ‘in shape’, especially one who has girlfriends who are more than willing to take care of me. So what’s the real deal considering you and I haven’t had sex in almost a year and I heard that you were dating someone last summer,” I tell her keeping some distance.
“Nothing, I just thought you’d like to try something different but never mind,” Tracy says with a little frustration grabbing her coat and standing up.
Never mind, one thing I learned from having four girlfriends is that never mind is one of those things that when it comes out of a woman’s mouth it usually means either take cover or you’re pushing all the wrong buttons. I get up and block Tracy from leaving the shack, we have a bit of a staring contest and Tracy moves back to the bed and sits down and I move to sit next to her. I look at her hair and notice where the burned off patch is covered by the new hairstyle.
“So did I just kill your mood or can we talk about it,” I ask concerned.
“I asked Kori if it was cool if we had sex and she said it would be fine, I don’t normally go after a girl’s boyfriend but you were with me about the same time you and Kori hooked up for real so I figured it was okay to ask,” Tracy explains showing a rare bit of nervousness,” I’m just messed up after last week I guess.”
“I’m messed up after last year but look at me now, I have a good group of people around me and I’m working on driving my ex further insane,” I tell Tracy getting a little smile,” Come on, let’s get you home.”
I start to get up from the bed but Tracy grabs onto my shoulder and pulls me back down on the bed before kicking her leg over me and straddling my hips. With one move Tracy grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls it over head and off taking her white sports bra with it. There in my face are Tracy’s wonderfully shaped large for a b cup breasts in my face sporting the same half dollar sized nipples that I remember from last year. I put my hands on her hips and pull Tracy hard against me latching my mouth onto one of her nipples and gently sucking. I feel Tracy put one arm inside my coat and the other around my head to keeping my head right where she wants it. Being an athlete is one thing but unlike Mathilda, Tracy is softer. I switch nipples and push my hand into the back of Tracy’s athletic pants to and grip an asscheek and squeeze it firmly. Tracy pulls my head off her breast and backs up off the bed and once on her feet starts stripping down until I see only tight pair of white athletic panties hugging her hips. I start to strip down but Tracy stops me again and starts to do it herself starting with my coat and shirt, then my boots and finally my pants just leaving me in my boxer briefs.
Now that we’re both down to our basic underwear Tracy backs me up the bed wordlessly until my head is resting on the pillow. Silently she shifts her body around until my face is staring at her cloth covered slit and I feel Tracy working through my underwear for a brief moment before pulling my cock free. I can’t see anything but I know she has one hand on the base of me and is trailing her tongue up and down my shaft; it’s a different feeling to have at the start of foreplay as opposed to it happening at the end of sex. I almost get to rest and let her work until her body pushes back bumping my chin, taking a hint I reach my arms up around Tracy’s hips and pulling the tight fabric aside start to slowly lick the length of her slit. I’m taking my time enjoying trailing my tongue around her pussy hole while in contrast Tracy is bobbing her head up and down on me fast and frantically. She has me hard and I can’t tell if she’s trying to get me off or not so I decide to shake her up a bit, I spread her cheeks wide and shove my tongue deep as I can get it into her hole. The first noise of the night comes as I start wagging my tongue in Tracy’s pussy, letting my cock drop from her mouth and moaning through what I’m hoping is a minor orgasm. I feel my shorts getting pulled further down and raise my hips to get the fully off, as Tracy crawls down to get my shorts off I hook a finger in the crotch of her panties and pull them off. For the first time I see her turn to face me and smile, I’ve never seen her smile before and it’s one of her new best features as far as I’m concerned.
“Grab a thick blanket and get that ass over here,” I tell Tracy smiling.
It’s a bit chilly in October this time of year and with no real heat we’re gonna want to keep a little warm. Tracy pulls the thickest blanket up and throws it over her shoulders before crawling up my body and resting her clit and slit against my shaft. I feel her start to grind and with the lube she put on me orally and my work getting her ready I don’t want to wait much longer. Sensing that I’m a little eager Tracy shifts her hips and knees a little before taking me in hand and lining me up with her warm folds. A little pressure is all there is before I feel her warmth wrapped around me and it’s not tight like other girls but more accommodating and experienced taking a larger member.
“I think you’re a little bigger than last year,” Tracy groans out once I’m all in.
“I’d think you’d be disappointed that I’m not the size you’re used to,” I reply trailing my hands up her sides then back down taking hold of her ass.
“Well you’re big enough to get attention but not so much that I have to adjust to you. Also you’re not pushy making me fuck in the same position every time,” Tracy says starting a long rhythm of strokes on my member.
“Same position every time, your summer boyfriend must not have been much fun then,” I say licking her breast.
“He stopped seeing me because I wasn’t any fun, saying that I just lay there and don’t do anything. Kinda hard when if I move you… fucking bitch… like a…,” Tracy says speeding up her hips.
“Bitch,” I ask getting a nod.
Tracy starts groaning and with most of my cock working in and out of her fast it doesn’t take long for her to lock up and get a hard orgasm out. I let her breath and while she rests a little I get an idea to try something different. I get her to straighten her legs till they’re almost straight next to mine but I’m still inside her, I tighten my abs to make my member twitch inside her which gets me a look of surprise.
“What are we doing now,” Tracy asks once we’re adjusted.
I tighten my abs again and roll my hips up into her in more of a grind than a thrust; I do it again and can see Tracy’s eyes are shut and enjoying my new movement. I keep my grinding up and try to take my time with my new trick when Tracy takes my idea and does it against me, feels a little better than before and we’re soon in a solid rhythm that has me panting with the effort to keep from losing my cool to soon.
“Why are you slowing down, I’m gonna cum again and this time it’s not gonna be little,” Tracy asks not slowing herself down at all.
“I’m getting close,” I gasp out speeding up a little.
“Oh you don’t know where to cum. Here’s the trick, I am going to cum hard soon and you are gonna cum with me but,” She pauses with a wicked grin,” Am I on the pill or safe today or are you getting into more trouble than you bargained for.”
“No joking Tracy I’m really gonna cum,” I say gripping her hips and slamming my cock hard in and out.
“Maybe I want you to cum in me, you like that idea? Finally getting your white cum in my black pussy,” Tracy asks teasing.
I don’t know what comes over me but I latch my teeth onto Tracy’ breast lightly and start bucking my hips into her. Tracy pushes her body flat against mine and lets me do the work moaning while pulling my head off her tit. I get that rush and grunting shoot my first shot into her warm folds, the sensation makes Tracy’s eyes go wide and as I try to push more into her she starts pushing against me as my first shot must have triggered her own orgasm. We lay there grinding against each other trying to get the last bit of our orgasms out when Tracy takes my face in her hands and kisses me openly. It’s weird and brief but warm and wonderful. I figure we must have been just laying for ten minutes as I feel I’ve fallen completely out of Tracy. She notices it too and curls up onto my side; I wrap an arm around her and just wonder about what happened I have no clue how bad this could be.
“Hey, I’m on the pill so relax,” Tracy says after seeing my face,” besides if you haven’t figured out someone else has dibs on your first kid and it isn’t gonna be me.”
“Kori right,” I ask getting a little nod,” Yeah, she’s the only one I can see myself having a kid with immediately.”
“What about the other three or four girls you got pining after your juice,” Tracy asks propping her head up on her elbow to look at me.
“Well Katy maybe, Matty I’m not sure if she sees herself as ever being a mother but Imelda most definitely,” I explain reminiscing a little.
“And what about Natsuko,” Tracy asks.
“Not my girlfriend, she likes being a free agent and I like her a lot but I have enough girls I need to keep happy regularly,” I tell Tracy rubbing my hand on her flank.
We cuddle for a short while but while Tracy is in happy post orgasm land I get a dark thought about all the fear I’ve been trying to throw around. I’m gonna eventually back Heather’s people in a corner so bad that they’re going to try to kill me, and not Derek ‘tried’. Probably full on kill me with a gun at school or something. I register that one for the back of my mind and decide on the next best thing to tell the assembled masses tomorrow and remember that there is a park downtown that people have to walk to, yay hippies for your exercise trails. I have a plan but now I’m just wondering when someone is finally gonna punch my clock. I figure I should talk to Dad when I get home but for now I just enjoy warm woman and relaxed muscles.I’d like to apologize loyal readers for the massive delay. Yes I was sick but I also condensed 2 chapters into one and removed a lot of meaningless side talk so that you could have a more fluid read. I did get some questions and comments to my inbox and am going to answer a few now since they didn’t read my reply. Yes I am alive and continuing the series and have ideas for different stories but I will finish this one first before considering doing a new story or series. I am writing a story with sex, not sex with some story added, people like it and no I won’t add a character that you sent a bio to me just so you can see yourself in my work. Yes I have a vote troll and yes I do watch the votes but he doesn’t bother me, I may remove anonymous votes in a future series but I will always allow comments. Finally to my spam hater, bad move pal, it’s one thing to create a profile to harass me but you actually went after my Yahoo ID. That lag you got was a back trace, I’m not a computer whiz but I have a couple of good friends who write programs. Think on that for a while. Any way readers I have not abandoned you and if you are liking the bit more darkness to my story please let me know.
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Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
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I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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“Mom lets get ready to go to my graduation!”
“Ok darling!”
We hade a hard time leaving each other to go to get dressed but we managed to do that. On the way to school I had my hand on her legs and she was smiling all the way. Once we arrived she went to the guest’s area and I was with my classmates. My mind was on my mom the entire time and I kept looking at her. I ignored Patty almost completely but then I remembered that I shouldn’t give any clue to anybody that I was having an affair with my mom.
“Patty I am sorry but I was upset the my dad was not going to come!” I lied.
“I am sorry T but I missed you and I can’t wait to see you alone. I have been thinking about you all weekend. I will see you this weekend right?”
“Yeah! Of course I want to see you too!”
I noticed that my mom was looking at me with a jealous eye. I just couldn’t wait to get in her pussy again. Not that I wouldn’t want to get in to Patty’s virgin pussy but my mother new how to please me more than a young girl.
On the way back I slipped my hand under my mother’s dress.
“Mm! T I see you haven’t got enough of me yet!”
“Enough? I don’t think I would ever get enough of you!”
“You will some day but that will be Ok!”
“Maybe you will mom but I won’t”
“I see Patty is looking at you like she would eat you at the moment!”
“Mom I will dump her if you don’t want me to see her again!”
“No sweetheart! We have to keep our secret well hidden. I will do it with your father if he asks me! I can’t hold back because he knows that I have a very big sex drive.”
“Mom I will do whatever it takes to be your lover!”
“We just have to be careful when your father is around. Any suspicious move and we are both history!”
When we arrived instead of jumping on my mom I decided to keep on with my exercise and build up my anticipation and let hers be build up again. She looked me surprised with a smile and I kissed her on her cheek and took of for a ride on my bike.
I did a good one hour ride with a hard on as a rock and on my way back I saw Patty waiting in my back yard. I knew she was going to see my hard on but I didn’t do anything to hide it and had the right excuse for it.
“Hey Pat! What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you so I came! I hope its ok? Your mother told me you would be back and she apologized to go and take a bath because she felt tired. So I waited here.”
“Sure I just wasn’t expecting you and I am full of sweat so I need to take a shower.”
“T, what is that?” she said looking at my hard on.
“Well you want me to be honest?”
“Of course I do!”
“Well I was thinking of you when you said you want to be alone with me!”
“For me?” she pulled my head down and gave me a teasing fast tongue kiss and said:
“I hope you have that on the weekend too! I will call you on Friday!”
When she left I headed straight to the bathroom when I got there my mom was in the tub with her head back as if she was sleeping. I guessed she was really sleeping but when I turned to go to the shower…
“Hey! Where do you think you are going?”
“Mom I thought you were sleeping and I just wanted to let you relax!”
“Get that hard cock and body over here!”
I went back to the tub and she kneeled and took off my tights and pulled me from my cock in the tub. She didn’t let me sit in the water but on the side of the tub. With out a second word she took my cock in her mouth. It was already in full length and she was sucking on it and looking me straight in the eyes very sexy.
“Oh Mom, suck my cock! I love your mouth mom! Your mouth is so warm and soft! I want to suck and lick your pussy too!”
“You want to suck mommy’s pussy?”
“I want to suck it now!”
I placed her right away where I was sitting and sat in the tub with my head between her legs. I took action in a second. I grabbed with my lips her labia and sucked them softly.
“Oh! T suck mommy’s pussy, lick mommy’s clit! Yes that feels so good.”
“Mom your pussy smells like heaven!”
I spread her labia and licked her clit.
“Ah! Sweetheart that tongue feels so good on my clit!”
I was circling my tongue on her clit in very slow motion and she moaned loud while her hands were fondling my hair.
Then when she started breathing and moaning faster I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it while I was sliding my tongue up and down in a very fast motion now.
“T you are going to make mommy come! I’m coming! I’m coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
She dug her hands in my head and pulled my hair at the same time and came so violently. I stopped once she finished but I didn’t let go of her clit. When she started to relax I let go and kissed her exploring once again with my tongue her mouth.
“T you are a magnificent lover. Now let mommy suck her boy’s cock!”
“Mommy I want to fuck you now! I want to fuck you for ever! I wish I could fuck you without stopping for the rest of my life.”
“Let’s go to my room!”
She took my cock with her hand and led me to the bed and made me sit on the edge and then she kneeled once again and took my cock again in her mouth.
“Mom I need your pussy! I love your mouth but I need your pussy!”
“You want to put that big hard cock of yours in mommy’s pussy?”
“Yes mom, I want it now!”
“You promise to make mommy come again?”
“I will mommy; I will fuck you again and again till I can’t breathe!”
She got up and lied on the bed and opened her legs and with her hands she opened wide her labia and asked me:
“Is this were you want to get in?”
I lost my mind with the dirty way she was talking and treating me today!
“Yes mommy that is where I want to get in!”
I positioned my cock in front of her hole and shoved it all the way in! I was going to come and she knew it too but that was not going to keep me from fucking her!
“Oh mom your pussy is so firing hot! I am going to come in your pussy mom now!”
“Yes darling come in mommy’s pussy! Fuck mommy and come in her pussy!”
“I’m coming mom! Oh…”
I came very slowly but I didn’t stop fucking her. My come in her pussy with her juices felt so good. I was looking at her in the eyes and she was in ecstasy moaning. My cock was still hard as a rock and I couldn’t explain why. I had this since I was masturbating. Even though I finished I had to finish two times before it would go soft.
“T you are so wonderful! Fuck mommy’s pussy!”
I slowed down my pace and fucked her steady and hard! It got slippery and sticky at the same time. I was fucking her putting pressure on the upper side of her pussy. I could hear her moans getting louder.
“T, fuck mommy like that, don’t stop, yes sweetheart, mommy’s coming!”
I didn’t say a word and kept fucking her in the same pace, slowly and hard.
“Yes, yes… T you’re so wonderful… T mommy is cominggggg… ahhhhhh!”
She kept screaming and I kept fucking her in the same pace. 20 seconds later she got louder again.
“T…! Ahhh… Again… I’m coming again… Yes, Ye…!”
She trembled and shivered while her orgasm lasted and kept going while I could see that she was enjoying my slow hard pace. She grabbed my head and kissed me like a nymphomaniac that hadn’t fucked for years.
“Oh my… I am going to come again… T… Aaaaaaaaaah…”
I made her come like that 4 times and then she rapped her legs around my waist.
“Mommy I am coming too, I’m gonna come again in your PUSSY!”
“Yes T come in mommy’s pussy again! Give mommy your love!”
I finished in her and remained inside her while we kissed each other very gently trying to relax.
“T, that was amazing and that has never happened to me before in my entire life!”
“What do you mean mom?”
“You made me come 4 times! Multiple orgasms? And from my son? I can’t believe it! That was the most intense orgasm or rather say orgasms I had in my life!”
“Mom I will make love to you anytime you like and I will do this again if I can!”
“You sure can and I know you will do it again!”
We fell asleep and I woke up with my mothers light crying.
“Mom…? What is wrong?”
“I hope everything will be O.K. because on my urge to make love with you I forgot to take my pill the last two days.”
“So you mean that you could be pregnant?”
“Well, not likely but possible because your sperm is young and strong! And you came inside many times and you pumped me a lot inside my Vagina.”
“Mom I don’t know much about that but…”
“T, if I am pregnant and your father doesn’t have any sex with me the following week when he comes, then he will know that I cheated on him.”
“So you will have an abortion?”
“I can’t do that and you know that!”
“Mom I don’t know if I am bad or good but I am praying that you would have a baby from me!”
“Sweetheart that would be crazy but I like the idea of you wanting to have a baby with your mother. It will also be your brother!”
“I will be there for you no matter what happens!”
It was late at night but I really didn’t care about sleeping again because I had no school for tomorrow and for a long time till I would start college. I was already accepted from a very well known University but that was out of town and I was troubled that I wouldn’t see my mother that often and that she wouldn’t be the same when I was back.
“T what are you thinking about? You look so sad and in deep thoughts?”
“I am thinking what is going to happen when I leave for college and come back? Will you still want me?”
“Don’t be silly sweetheart, how can I reject my own creation?”
That phrase made me shiver and hug her so tight. I kissed her very gently on her lips and got up.
“Mom, I am going to get a “bite”! Do you want me to bring you anything?”
“Let me come down and make something for both of us. Or should we order a pepperoni pizza?”
“Yes! My favorite food is pizza and I can’t deny that!”
“Done, I’ll order it now and we could a movie from the movies I bought last week from the “club”!”
I ran butt naked to my room and pulled out a pair of boxers for change instead of my tights. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I still was thinking about all that had happened and to be honest, I wasn’t worried if my mom would get pregnant. Maybe I was “loosing” it but I was emotionally involved with her after all this. And not just as a mom but as a woman and lover.
My thoughts were interrupted by my mom’s voice:
“T, the door bell is ringing! Can you go and open? I left the money on the kitchen table. I am not dressed up enough to open. You can give him all the money and the change as a tip.”
“Ok, mom!”
I got the pizza and sat on the couch with a bottle of Pepsi and waited for my mom to come and sit next to me. She came with one of her see through gowns and no under wear and sat next to me. I was already getting hard but I was not going to jump in like a hungry pervert. I know she would not say nothing if I did but she definitely like it to go slow.
“Ready sweetheart?”
“Sure am!”
She pushed the play button on the remote and the movie started. It was a romance movie with brief nudity which I found very stimulating. The entire movie I wanted to look at my mom’s treasures but I didn’t. I watched the whole thing without even stealing a glance and eating slowly as we both like our family size pepperoni pizza.
When it finished it was about 1 after midnight.
“Want to watch the next one or are you tired?”
I felt something in the way she said it like she was “cooking” something. So I went along with it.
“Sure mom, I want to spend time as much as I can with you!”
“You are a sweetheart, and I love you.”
She changed movie and when she pressed play I freaked when I saw what she had in the video. It was an old movie that she had and I already have seen without anyone knowing because it had strong sex scenes. Not hardcore but softcore. I was going to follow her guiding.
“I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable with the movie?”
“Not at all mom, maybe I can learn some things?”
“You don’t need to learn anything sweetheart it just gives a little “spice” in couple’s lives.”
This time she didn’t sit next to me but on the sofa that was to my right. I didn’t protest but got in to the movie that I hadn’t seen for a while and liked ever since I first found it in my parents closet.
My mom, watching too and her legs were half spread and her hand was on her thigh. Her mouth was just opened and could see that she was getting horny. I looked back at the movie and saw this big breasted lady masturbating. I couldn’t see her opening but her bush was clearly visible.
Then I looked without turning my head and saw my mom with her legs wide open and her finger rubbing her clit. Her nipples were pointing out her see through nightgown. Her eyes were half way close and full of ecstasy.
I placed my own hand in my boxer and started rubbing my cock. I forgot about the movie and turned staring at my mom masturbating. She noticed me and gave me a nasty smile and lifted her gown over her head to complete nakedness.
“Why don’t you take off your boxers?”
I took them off and continued my rubbing with my eyes glued on her tits and pussy. Then she got up and came and sat on the table in front of me. With her legs spread and her hands playing with her labia and clit I was reaching to grab her.
“No, just look at me as I look at you!”
Even though I wanted to rape her that instant I just obeyed.
“You want to put your hard cock in my pussy again?”
“Yes mom I want to make love to you!”
“You want to make love to mommy or fuck mommy?”
I felt strange with that question but I knew the answer.
“I want to do both, mom! I want you like crazy. Can’t you see my cock going crazy?”
“Of course I do sweetheart but wouldn’t you like to fuck my tits instead?”
“I would love to do that! It is one of my fantasy’s ever since, I first fantasized about you!”
“So you want to fuck my tits?”
“But wouldn’t you rather fuck my ass instead of my tits?”
She was teasing me very good and I was pumping my cock and I knew I wasn’t going to last much in any hole so I was going to go for her big tits that would not bring me to an orgasm so fast.
“I want my cock between your beautiful tits mom!”
She got up without a saying a word and left the room. I was surprised until she came back with a bottle of baby oil in her hands.
“We have to lubricate my breasts so that it would be pleasant for both of us.”
She rubbed my cock with the oil and then she loaded her inner breast with a lot of oil also.
Then she kneeled in front of me and sucked the head of my cock like a fast kiss. She placed him between her tits. She started fucking my cock with her tits slowly and gradually getting faster.
“Oh Mom your tits are so big and soft! You have the most luscious tits in the world!”
“Is mommy, making her little boy feeling good?”
“Mom, don’t stop rubbing those beautiful tits on my cock!”
“Sweetheart, are you ready to come on mommy’s tits?”
“Not yet mommy, I love this feeling!”
“You want mommy to suck your cock and then come in her mouth?”
Her dirty talk was bringing me to a peak and my balls were getting tight and ready to explode.
“Mom, I am going to come… I’m coming… I’m coming on your tits mommy!”
She grabbed my cock before I shot the load and jacked me off on her nipples.
“Mom it feels so good don’t stop! Oh mom I’m coming on your nipples and tits! Oh, mom!”
“Yes sweetheart come on mommy’s nipples!”
After she rubbed my cock on her tits and nipples she took him in her mouth and sucked him clean.
“You want to fuck mommy’s pussy now?”
I was still hard as a rock and I couldn’t get my mind off her pussy.
“Mom I want to fuck your pussy now, I can’t wait!”
“You really want to fuck mommy’s pussy now?”
She said that and sat on the table and opened her labia to show me her hole once again!
“Oh mom I want you all the time! You have the most beautiful pussy in the world!”
“You like mommy’s pussy lips? Aren’t they kind of big and saggy?”
“No they’re not! They are perfect and want to eat that pussy also so bad!”
“So what do you really want to do now? You want to fuck my pussy or do you want to lick it?”
My mind was going crazy with her teasing. My mom was such a slut in bed; I don’t know how she has been faithful to my father with her sex drive because I know my dad was not like her. I didn’t say a word and just kneeled in front of her and buried my head in her pussy. I licked her entire area like crazy.
“Mmm! Mom your pussy tastes and smells like heaven!”
“Oh, sweetheart you are making mommy feel so… good… oh… yes… lick my clit… yes… oh yes suck my clit like that… aaa…”
I then went down to her anus and stuck my tongue inside.
“Aaa… I love… that… yes in my ass hole… oh… my… my lover…”
I then went back to her pussy and loaded her clit with saliva and then played with it with my lips while I stuck my thumb in her ass.
“Oh sweetheart you make your mommy feel so good!”
I sucked her clit and pumped my thumb in her ass and was bringing her to climax. She stopped sighing and her breathing became fast and violent and her legs were spreading more and her hands were holding my head with all her strength.
“Mommy’s coming… Oh… A… I’m… com…”
She came and fucked my face like she was fucking my cock! Then after a few seconds of relaxation she looked at me in the eyes:
“I want your cock in my pussy now!”
Not a second thought I was on top of her with my cock in front of her opening. She grabbed my cock and stroked him slowly holding me from penetrating her.
“You want to fuck me? Or do you want me to blow you? Maybe you want to fuck my ass? Or do you want me to jerk you of on my pussy?”
“Mom you are driving me crazy, let me inside you now please?”
She guided my cock to her entrance and with her other hand on my ass she pulled me inside her.
“Oh… Mom… you are so wet and hot… I can’t hold on any longer…”
“Come on sweetheart let it go! Come in mommy’s pussy!”
“Yes in your pussy mom… Oh… aaa…”
I came again and again like I had a river inside her and then I remembered that she may get pregnant. But that didn’t make me stop and pull out. I wanted to get her pregnant and she knew that as well.
She kissed me while I was trembling all over her. I was shaking like a virgin that just had his first orgasm.
“Mom I came in you again…”
“Its ok baby, I am back on my pill and if I am pregnant we can’t do anything about that anymore! So don’t worry and lets enjoy this moment for as long as it lasts.”
I can’t believe how horny I was because my cock was still like a rock. I picked her up without removing my cock for her come filled pussy and sat on the coach behind me. We continued kissing while she gradually increased her speed fucking me. Then I took her nipples one by one in my mouth tasting my own come that was dry on her.
“Baby suck my nipples… bite them gently… oh yes like that… oh sweetheart your cock is a machine…”
“Just like your pussy mommy, a machine…”
“I can feel you touching my deepest spot… Oh… Yes… Fuck me… Fuck me…”
“I love fucking you mom, I love being inside your pussy! I love coming in there! It feels like that is the best place to be in. Oh mom you make me so horny and hard!”
We fucked in that position for at least ten minutes when she started moaning out of pleasure.
“Oh… I can’t believe I’m coming again… Oh yes, yes… yeeeeeeeees…”
She screamed loud during her climax and I pulled her ass down on my cock causing my dick to hit the bottom of her vagina. While she kept moving my cock exploded in her depths.
“Mom… Inside your pussy again… Oh it is so… Ahhhhhhh…”
“Yes darling, I can feel your warm sperm inside me and it feels good.”
Are tongues met once again and remained like that kissing. A few moments later I felt my cock shrinking and our come running down my cock giving me a great sensation.
“Sweetheart I think we should go rest! Let’s go to my room after a nice warm shower and go to sleep!”
“I can sleep like this mom too. I don’t want to get out of your pussy because I am afraid that I will never have this opportunity again.”
“Of course you will! I told you that this will be our secret for as long as you like and want me.”
We took a nice warm shower and then headed with towels around our waists to her bed and she went to get some panties to wear on but I stopped her.
“Mommy don’t put anything on, I want to sleep naked with you.”
“Ok my little horny stud! She laughed.”
We fell on the bed with her back towards me and my arm around her and my hand on her breast. My cock was half erected and in her labia. I didn’t want to fuck her but just sleep with my cock in her “most wanting nest”. And that is how we fell asleep…
To Be Continued…
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A Twist of Fate
It’s funny how, in an instant, one’s entire programming can be shifted. Given the right circumstances, everything that you’ve ever believed, everything that you’ve fought, feared, and resisted can be twisted and morphed into the thing you crave the most. Such was the case with Taja Crawford, who took a frightening journey that would leave her breathless, satisfied in ways she didn’t know existed, and craving much more.
It all started innocently enough, when Taja arrived home late one night from shopping. She dragged her bags through the front door and dropped them at her feet as she reached around to hit the light switch. She’d been out shopping as usual. It had become her hobby of late in an ongoing effort to make herself feel valuable and beautiful. As soon as the door closed behind her, she knew something was wrong. It was pitch black! She remembered pulling into the subdivision and none of the other houses were dark so she figured that there must be a blown fuse somewhere. Her husband had been working around the house for a few days so she thought that he might have accidentally knocked something out.
“Phillip, are you here?” She called out to her husband again and there was no answer. “It just figures that dumb ass wouldn’t be here to fix the mess he made,” she mumbled half under her breath and half aloud. Taja’s anger at her husband was typical, even if he hadn’t done anything specifically wrong; she was going to find a way to blame him for something. Philip was a model husband but Taja’s irrational standards were impossible to meet. She took pleasure in degrading him every chance she got and knowing full well that he would take it. She thought it was nothing less than an honor and a privilege for any man to be with her, that men had an obligation to take anything that she dished out and not say a word. The more she could degrade him, the better she would feel about herself.
Disoriented by the darkness Taja fumbled to find her purse to get her cell phone. Just her luck, the battery had died. That just made her angrier and curse Phillip more, even though he clearly had nothing to do with her phone. Luckily for her, she’d just purchased some brand new candles so all she had to do was let her eyes adjust for a second and find the lighter, which was right on top of the fireplace in the living room.
Before she even had a chance to get her bearings . . . the unimaginable happened. It was every woman’s worst nightmare and it was happening in her own home. She felt the hands, the pressure, the pain, the fear overcome her body in a split second. Taja was grabbed and immobilized, her arms pulled around behind her as she cried out, “Nooooooooo. STOP,” but her cries were muffled by a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She was pushed against the front door and she felt the air being forced out of her lungs. She fought, struggling with her assailant, trying to resist him but she was quickly overpowered. Her mind was racing, she was praying, she was planning a strategy for escape all at the same time. She was in a panic. Her fear was soon displaced by rage as she hated this person for invading her home and was filled with the desire to exact revenge, even in her current helpless state. She fought with all her might but she was overpowered as her limbs began to fatigue. She was no match for her assailant.
In a matter of seconds, she had calmed down enough to know that she was going to have to use her wits to get out of this situation. With his hand still firmly against her mouth, she tried to get some image of what this person looked like. Could it be someone that she knew? Was it a total stranger? Fear coursed through every vein in her body as she imagined it was one of her cyber lovers. She’d spent many late nights cheating online, chatting with men in explicit sexual language in an attempt to add some spice to her life, to taunt Phillip and prove to him that she could have any man she wanted. She’d been careless, sharing exaggerated, intimate details about her life in order to make herself seem more affluent than she really was. Maybe one of those men had come to do unspeakable sexual acts on her. Tears were burning in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. The adrenaline pumping in her body was causing her to sweat and her legs felt like gelatin.
Her attacker leaned in close and whispered, “Shhhhhhh,” and Taja nodded very calmly to indicate that she understood. As soon as he removed his hand, something was stuffed in her mouth and then a handkerchief or scarf of some sort was tied in place. Her first reaction was to try to scream to get a gauge of how much sound she could make through the material but she held off. She didn’t know if this person had a gun or a knife and what his intentions were so she played it cool until she could devise a plan. He placed a silk blindfold over her eyes and she was struck by his gentle touch. She noticed how he gently lifted her hair to secure the blindfold and the soft lingering touches he gave to her face. She felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs being put on her wrists. She needed to know what he wanted to do so she would have to gain his confidence enough to let her speak so she played the part of a scared victim but she was actually using her skills as an actress to make him think that she was incapable of escape.
The strange attacker led Taja down the hall to the spare bedroom and closed the door and locked it behind them. Her heart dropped when she thought about what had happened to her husband. Phillip wasn’t just your average good guy; he was a great guy. He owned his own handyman repair business, not glamorous but it paid the bills. He bought Taja her dream house and he didn’t even complain when he had no say in picking out anything, nothing, not one single thing for the house. He bent over backwards to be nice to Taja’s meddling sisters and her mother. Phillip went to church every Sunday even when Taja felt like she had more important things to do, like shop. He cooked, he cleaned, he even volunteered with disadvantaged youth, he would never cheat and he worked hard to provide for his wife. His only flaw, to Taja, was not being edgy enough. She saw the good qualities in Phillip but she wanted flash, she wanted a bad boy. Certainly, Phillip would never allow anything to happen to her, she knew he loved her with all his heart. She pushed the horrendous thought out of her mind about how her husband and the intruder might have struggled and fought, Phillip losing only to a bullet or knife wound, fighting to protect his wife. She didn’t hate Phillip, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, she just wanted him not to take her shit all the time; she wanted to be the wife of someone dangerous. It really wasn’t his fault that he was average.
The adrenaline was pumping in Taja’s veins and she was acutely aware of everything going on around her. Whatever happened, whatever was to happen, Taja maintained her senses and waited for her opportunity to escape.
The spare bedroom wasn’t even a room that she and Phillip usually used. It was for guests when they came to spend the night; the only time it was ever really used was when Phillip slept there once in a while to keep from angering Taja with his presence. The stranger led Taja to the middle of the room, and in a split second, Taja’s arms were hoisted above her head and attached to some sort of cable that was secured to the ceiling. It was the most unbelievably painful and uncomfortable sensation she had ever experienced. Taja was barely standing on her tiptoes and her arms were stretched to the point of excruciating pain. She was trying to balance herself and she felt herself flailing about like a rag doll. Her fight or flight instinct took over and she began crying uncontrollably. She felt her tears stream down her cheeks only to be absorbed by the handkerchief around her mouth. She tried to “feel” his presence in the room. He had moved back and was just listening to her muffled cries. She thought for a second that the end was near and everything would be over shortly. In her mind, she said her goodbyes and repented for her sins and waited for her untimely demise. What could have been seconds, what was probably minutes, but felt more like hours passed. The pain in her arms was unbearable; her legs ached from trying to relieve the pressure but her feet could barely reach the floor. Maybe he was going to leave her there to die, she thought; the victim of starvation, dehydration and torture.
Unexpectedly, he released the cable that suspended her from the floor and let her stand. Her arms were still above her head but the tension had been lessoned to the point where she could move them slightly. Taja was grateful to him for sparing her such pain and she realized that he had won one battle; he had made her appreciative of his small act of kindness.
He moved around in front of her and she could feel his body heat close to her. She felt his hands on her sides and run down to her full hips. He began caressing her breasts and sheer terror shot through her. Without notice, he ripped her blouse open, tearing it like it was nothing. Her breathing was heavy, knowing he was probably standing before her, aroused, but she was helpless to do anything about it. The telltale sign of the cold steel blade of a knife was pressed against her breasts as she froze. He cut away her bra and the remaining portions of her blouse until she stood topless. Having removed his gloves, he began caressing her neck, planting gentle, tender kisses on the nape of her neck and her collarbone. He licked gently, he kissed softly; from her ears to her shoulders and not missing a spot in between. His soft tongue licked up to her ear and he began blowing softly. His fingers stroked her flesh as he sucked the tender spot that always made Taja wet.
Rage coursed through Taja’s body. The unspeakable was about to happen. He was going to violate her, take from her something he had no right to take. For years, she had fantasized about being “raped”. Without regard for what the word actually meant, she fantasized that violent aggressive sex, that a man “taking” her, actually symbolized that she was more desirable than other women. The reality was vastly different.
Her mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the unadulterated fear coursing through her body and her arousal. She was searching for some way to make sense of the fact that while she was angered and scared she was actually enjoying this man kissing her sweet spot. He was making love to her neck with his mouth, licking and kissing and caressing her passionately. She shook her head to shake the thought that here she was, standing bare breasted and restrained by a total stranger, and on some level she was enjoying it. She was actually enjoying the sensation, it was giving her pleasure and it served to distract her from the pain in her arms that were still secured above her head and the anger of being assaulted. She was desperate to move her arms; her restraint was painful, both physically and psychologically.
In an act of kindness, her assailant unfastened the handkerchief around her face and removed the gag from her mouth. Taja immediately began pleading for her life, trying to talk rationally with the man. He didn’t say a word; he gently placed his fingers to her lips to indicate to her that he wanted her to be quiet. Taja froze, and bargained. “I’ll be quiet if you let my arms down a little, they hurt so badly. Please.”
He ignored her pleas as his fingertips began to gently trace her nipples, softly circling her breasts. Her erect nipples stood out from her body, proudly almost, betraying the fact that she actually enjoyed the stimulation. When he lowered his mouth to her tits, a small groan could be heard emanating from her throat. He filled his hands with her breasts and he held them to his mouth. Taja was outdone and began slightly thrusting back and forth, showing barely detectable signs of sexual arousal. She was enjoying his ministrations a little too much for her comfort. He began sucking a little harder and Taja bit her lip to keep from moaning. He started biting her nipples and it was as if it was sending shots of electricity directly to her clit. Her brain was misfiring, somehow causing her to experience the sensation as pleasure. She could feel moisture developing between her legs, the throb of arousal in her pussy. Taja was confused and determined to control her own desire. She was always in control and she was going to do whatever she had to do to keep her pussy from getting wet.
Even the best laid plans need room for variables. As Taja was trying to control her arousal, and the man before her was licking, sucking and biting her hard nipples, she experienced a sensation that would send her mind and body reeling. Her arms were beginning to numb, a dull ache had set in, and she was almost able to tune out the pain when she was jolted by a pain that transformed her focus. Nipple clamps were applied to her aroused nipples as her captor began to pull a chain attached to them. He was toying with her, alternating between softly caressing her breasts and roughly pulling the chain that was attached to the clamps. Taja wasn’t able to hide her arousal, she was moaning in pleasure and in pain. He took what felt like to be a riding crop and began gently slapping her tits. Taja was undone; she felt every sting as pleasure.
Without notice, he stopped, causing Taja’s mind to spin out of control with questions. “What is he thinking, what is he planning, what was he doing?” As soon as he stopped the assault on her breasts, she was reminded of the pain in her arms, still suspended from the ceiling. Within seconds, the cable that held her arms in the air was released enough to let her arms fall completely. He massaged them for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to massage and lick her breasts as well. This time, without the gag, it was impossible for Taja to hide the fact that she was aroused; her moans were audible and guttural. Her arms were burning and sore and his massage felt delicious.
He pushed her to her knees and circled her like a lion stalking its prey. Still unable to see anything, there was no mistaking the sounds of his zipper being lowered. Taja waited, anxious to be thrown into the next phase of arousal and stimulation. She couldn’t deny to herself that she was experiencing pleasure in ways that she had never imagined possible. The restraint, the pain, the fact that it was a total stranger controlling her fate . . . all turned Taja on and she was craving more sensation. When it was all over, when she would tell the tale later, she would deny her arousal, now; she was going to bathe in the nasty and sensual feelings that had been awakened in her.
She felt the tip of his dick against her lips. He held it there, neither one of them making a move to initiate any action. Ever so detectably, he began rubbing it on her lips. The salty, semi-sweet precum that had formed on the head of his dick painted her lips and her first instinct was to lick the fluid away but she remained like a statue, not wanting to scare her captor or cause him to get antsy. He began to stroke his hard dick and she could hear him moaning. He put his thumb in her mouth and continued stroking his dick. Taja was confused. He could easily have shoved his dick in her mouth and there wasn’t much she could do about it. She swallowed the saliva that had collected in her mouth and realized that it simulated a sucking action. He groaned loudly.
He took his thumb out of her mouth and he grabbed a hand full of her hair. Taja let out a yelp and he pulled her hair even tighter in his grip. His breathing was getting more labored and he had now begun to push the head of his dick between her lips. For the first time, Taja wanted to please her home invader. She wanted him to be pleased with her oral skills, to consider her sexy and to want her. Being objectified was her drug of choice and she was high and addicted to the sensation.
The man with his dick in her mouth wasn’t interested in her thoughts and reflections, he was going to fuck her mouth and she wasn’t going to have much say in the matter. He pushed his dick in to her mouth and he stood perfectly still. Taja imagined that he was equally as afraid of losing an appendage as she was afraid of what he might do if she accidentally bit him. Taja wanted to control the action, she wanted to give him a blowjob the way she wanted to do it but that was not to be. He knew what he wanted and he communicated it to her without saying a word. He controlled the pace; he controlled the action. When he wanted her to lick, he pulled her head back, when he wanted her to suck, he shoved his dick in her mouth to the base. He grabbed the back of her head and used her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel every vein, every ridge against her tongue as he face-fucked her. She gagged and choked as he forced the head of his erection down her throat and it seemed to turn them both on.
Taja was enjoying the rough treatment. She was aroused by the way this man was using her and she was stimulated by the fact that he didn’t really let her control the action. She got into the blowjob and started trying to give him pleasure like she’d never done to anyone in the past. It was important for her self-esteem to think of herself as an object of desire and she got into sucking and licking like never before. It was the sloppiest, wettest, loudest blowjob she had ever given and even found herself moaning and enjoying it. It was as if she didn’t have to pretend to be reserved anymore, like she had been conditioned to be; she could be a wanton, sexual slut, and that thought sent chills up her normally judgmental and conservative spine. She rationalized that he was forcing her to behave in this whorish manner and she let go of whatever beliefs that told her she was being a bad girl, she wanted to be naughty and, dare she admit it, submissive.
She felt the head of his dick pounding her throat and she didn’t tense up, she went with the sensation. He got thicker and harder in her mouth as he fucked her mouth more. Taja’s hands were rubbing her pussy through her pants and her attacker was making noises like a wounded animal. He grabbed her by the throat and restricted her air. The rougher he treated her, the more moisture soaked her panties. She was being held captive by a man she didn’t know and she was more trusting of him than she had been with all of her previous lovers.
“Shit,” he cried out, the first word he had uttered all night, and he backed away.
Taja was dazed and caught off guard. In the frenzy of her arousal, she had almost forgotten that he was a real individual. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong? She hated herself for wanting him not to stop. Had he shot his load on and not wanted to do it in her mouth? Visions of his dick, shooting cum on the floor as he stood over her, stroking it, enraged her. “Damn you, you son of a bitch. Let me go, RIGHT NOW! You’ll be sorry for this.” She really wanted to beg for his cum in her mouth but she knew not to say another word. She was on fire and it was impossible to deny at that point. She began to plead with him again to let her go but in the back of her mind she wanted to experience just a little bit more erotic torture.
He pulled her to her feet and removed her pants. With painstaking slowness, he pulled them down over her full hips and tossed them to the side. Taja stood motionless, afraid to move, not sure of the reasons why. Her attacker led her to the bed and secured the handcuffs to the headboard. She was laying face down and he made her get on her knees. Taja was embarrassed to be so exposed, so vulnerable yet so aroused. Again, he left her there for a few minutes in silence and in darkness.
She felt the bed shift as he climbed on with her. His hands began caressing her back gently, massaging her sore arm muscles again. Everything he did, he did with such tenderness and care, and it was at that moment that she first thought that her attacker could actually be her husband. “Phillip, is that you? Let me go. Stop this, this isn’t funny.”
If it was her husband, if it was Phillip, he would surely let her go, he knew she was really in control, he knew that whatever she said was the final word. That belief was shattered when she felt the sting of a sharp slap on her ass. The pain rattled her sense of reality and traveled up and down her spine. Phillip would never defy a direct order from her let alone be so aggressive. She began to panic again. Had she underestimated this perpetrator? Reality sunk in and she began to sob uncontrollably. “Please, please let me go,” she cried.
“Count,” he said.
While Taja was wondering what he intended for her to count, she felt the sharp sting of another blow on her ass. It took of few seconds for her brain to comprehend and she was able to eek out, “One,” not sure if that was the correct response or not, just going with her gut. He followed the slap to her ass with soft kisses to her disciplined flesh. His hands massaged her breasts, rubbed her clit and soothed her sexy round bottom. She felt decidedly masculine hands caress the tender flesh of her ass. His hands were kneading her body and gently stroking her thighs and back. His fingers separated her butt cheeks and he ran them lightly over her asshole. Taja froze in terror. The man responsible for her restraint then slid his fingers down to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. Taja was pissed, embarrassed, and annoyed at herself for being aroused. She wanted and needed to regain control so she began talking again, trying to hide her true feelings, begging to be let go.
The next blow came without warning and she cried out “Owwwww,” as tears formed in her eyes. She remembered to say “Two,” and lay her head on the pillow as an act of exhaustion, both physical and mental. What followed was more caressing and more spanking, more fingering and more counting, more tender touches and searing pain combined. She felt his hands caressing the tender and heated flesh of her ass. The more he caressed, the wetter her pussy became. He would rub her sore nipples and spank her butt and thighs. It was torture; erotic, sensual, heavenly torture. Her head was reeling; it wasn’t supposed to feel pleasurable. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. The stinging was registering in her brain as bliss and she was tormented by the fact that each slap was followed by him gently rubbing her clit to near orgasm. She began to look forward to each slap, to him bringing her closer and closer to fierce explosion every time. By the time she got to twenty, she was experiencing each slap as pleasure, each sting was ecstasy. Her pussy was dripping and her clit was throbbing and she was desperate to cum.
Without warning, she felt the softness of a tongue licking her soaking wet pussy. “Noooo, she cried out, not sure why she was saying it; she truly didn’t want him to stop. She was trying to stop him from having more control over her and the fact that he was teasing her with such expertise. She was pulling against her restraints, and trying to fight her own orgasm as he licked her from front to back.
There was no stopping him; he was going to make her cum and cum hard. She fought it with her mind but her body was betraying her intentions. She had been so aroused for so long, she was at the brink of sensual release. Ecstasy washed over her body and his lips gently sucked her clit as his tongue fucked her hole. He lapped and licked, nibbled and sucked and made her grind her pussy on his face. She moaned in the pillow and begged him not to stop.
She felt the head of his dick rubbing her pussy. She was beyond the point of rational thought. Like a light switch going off in her head, she realized that the life of control and rules she had lived by were mere illusions. She wanted to be fucked, fucked good, fucked hard, and fucked long. She needed to be fucked. She heard the words coming out of her mouth but they sounded like they were coming from someone else. They sounded like they were coming from a wounded animal. “Fuuuuuck meeeee pleeeeease.”
Time froze. In an instant, the handcuffs were released and a small nightlight was turned on. She could tell her captor got off the bed and stood back, waiting for her to make a move. She kept her head in the pillow with her ass in the air, not moving an inch. She knew she should get up and run but she couldn’t. She wanted to turn around and see the face of her captor. She remained frozen. She said it again, this time aware that she could no longer claim to being forced to do anything. “Fuck me.”
The ringing in her ears and the desperation in her wet pussy drove her to say the words that she wouldn’t have thought possible two hours earlier. She felt the head rub from her clit to her asshole and she arched backwards, trying to get him to penetrate her. She was desperate to feel that sensation of him hitting bottom deep inside her. She needed to feel full with his hardness, the ecstasy that a woman can only feel when a big hard dick is filling her, stretching her, pounding her. It was a strange twist of fate that had her craving the very sensation that she had fought all her life to deny. She wanted to be submissive, to let go of all the stereotypes and standards that told her that she had to be a strong black woman that didn’t put up with anything, that called all the shots. She realized that her freedom was in letting go, was in letting someone else have the reins of control and it had nothing to do with her being weak, it was simply a shift in power. She was tired of pretending that she had to be everything to everyone, she was tired of needing to feel like a bitch. In that moment she wanted to surrender to sensations that she had no control over and she craved that release.
“Say it again,” he said again calmly.
In a surreal declaration, she said the words that released her from her invisible bonds. “Now! Please! Fuck me!”
With those words, he took the head of his dick and placed it at the head of her asshole. Anal sex was something she’d done before but it had been a long time ago, with boyfriends that insisted she had to do it to prove that she loved them. It’d been many years since she even thought about doing it and fear paralyzed her body. She wasn’t even sure she could take it. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to hurt. Why then, was her body screaming out for this stranger to do it? She wanted to feel like she was giving him the ultimate symbol of her submission to him.
Exquisitely slow and with exhausting skill, her captor managed to get the head inserted with no pain at all. Taja was sweating and her musky scent was reminiscent of a wild animal but it was sexy and primal. The fact that just the head of his dick was inside her was driving her out of her mind. She started pushing back and driving more meat inside her backdoor. The sensation of being filled like that was causing her to grunt and moan. It was as if she couldn’t breath and every millimeter shoved inside her felt like miles of orgasmic pleasure. Teeth marks were embedded in the pillowcase and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Through it all, he wouldn’t move and inch; he let her control the penetration. It was only when she reached between her legs to rub her clit that she realized that he was completely buried inside her. She’d past her threshold of pleasure and it was time for some fast and furious fucking.
Taja had to grab the headboard to keep her head from being rammed. In an instant, he was fucking her senseless. She pushed back; he pumped harder. Every inch of his dick was driven deep inside her and she adored the sensation. Rockets went off inside her head and she was outside herself. Taja was now another person, another woman who had no fears, no inhibitions. She needed to get fucked and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it all night long. He grabbed her hips; she rubbed her clit. He was moaning, she was groaning. She came without him missing a beat and he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat formed on both of them and they grunted and groaned like wild animals. They fucked into the night until Taja passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.
The morning came and sunlight filtered through the blinds. Taja awoke, her arms and legs and ass were sore. The smells of eggs and coffee were coming up the stairs. Phillip entered the room and held out her robe. “Breakfast is ready.”
She stood on shaky feet, still weak from the incredible fuck she had gotten and the restraint her body had endured. “We need to talk . . .” Her words were cut off with the familiar finger that has silenced her the night before.
Phillip had no words to explain his behavior or his actions. He, too, had been struggling with his perceived role as doormat versus being a “man” and he had devised this plan to show his wife who was the boss. While he had done it for her he had come to some personal revelations of his own. If being the boss meant that he had to be someone that was unnatural to him, he wanted no parts of that. He stood his ground as he waited for her verbal assault, quite sure she was going to go back to full bitch mode.
Never having had a previous occasion to be humble, Taja was rendered speechless. Her journey to self-discovery started with a paralyzing fear and ended with a frightening revelation. She let Phillip help her on with her robe. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. She’d lost a piece of herself and found it in losing control. There was no turning back, only relinquishing old beliefs in a strange twist of fate.
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She screamed and sobbed for a moment before he threw her head down and gripped her hips with both hands, her body exhausted and weak he shoved her ass back down into his cock, groaning and moaning evilly as he rammed his cock inside her like a jackhammer until he was fully pleased.