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Fucking Kylie Part 2

As we came down from our orgasms, I rolled off Kylie, bringing her with me so that she was now laying on top of me, still with my cock inside her.
“That was great, I really needed that” Kylie said
“There’s more where that came from” I replied “You said you wanted to be my slut for the night”
“Mmmm, yes I did, didn’t I” she answered as she began kissing and nibbling on my neck. She lowered herself and began kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples, which caused my cock to fall out of her pussy. As my cock left her, my cum fell out of Kylie and onto my cock and balls.
“I want you to suck my cock again, you seemed to enjoy tasting your pussy juices before, there’s plenty of it on my cock” I told her
“Oh my God, it made me so wet when I tasted myself” she replied as she made her way quickly to my half hard cock. She started kissing the head of my cock, then began licking it as well, running her tongue all around the head of my cock, then she started licking all along the shaft of my cock, and in the process, lapping up the cum that had dribbled out of her pussy and onto my cock, she then started gently sucking on my balls, and my eyes went to the back of my head when she started. After licking all the cum off my cock and balls, she then shoved my cock straight into her mouth and began to deep throat me, swiftly taking me to the back of her throat and back out again. I grabbed the back of her head as she increased her pace of sucking me. I quickly got harder and after a while Kylie pulled her mouth of my cock and stood up.
“Let’s go somewhere a bit more comfortable” she said
I rose to my feet, and put my arms around her kissing her and holding her close, our arms exploring each others bodies, tongues in each others mouths. I grabbed her ass as I forced her against the wall, my cock rubbing against her lower stomach, just above her pussy. She lifted a leg up and wrapped it around me and I lifted her up, holding her ass in both arms and leaning her against the wall. Kylie then wrapped her other leg around my waist, and my cock was now rubbing against her moist pussy and clit. Kylie was panting and moaning, rubbing her pussy against my cock. I lifted her a bit higher and my cock slipped straight into her hot cunt.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard” cried Kylie
I started to really pump hard and fast into her, pounding away, driving her up and against the wall. With both of her legs wrapped around me, I had Kylie’s ass in my hands holding her up, I started rubbing my finger against her ass crack, which was soaked again from our fucking, I then held my middle finger against her asshole and started increasing the pressure. On each down stroke, Kylie would slide a little down the wall, which caused my finger to slide further and further up her ass, this in turn caused Kylie to start biting my shoulder and tighten her grip around my waist.Soon Kylie began to moan again and I knew that she was going to cum soon so I increased my thrusting, now driving my cock into her as hard as I could, which would occassionally cause Kylie to hit the back of her head on the wall, I also started wiggling my finger that was shoved all the way up her ass
“Don’t stop, don’t stop” Kylie moaned
“You gonna cum?” I replied
“Yes, don’t stop”
I kept pumping away, there was no way I was going to stop anyway. Soon enough, Kylie’s nails again began raking down my back as she came all over my cock. I then lent away from the wall, and with both her arms and legs wrapped around me and my cock still hard and buried in her pussy, I carried her from against the wall.
Instead of carrying her straight to the bedroom, I carried her across the lounge room to the balcony door, which also has a door to the bedroom of it. When I held her against the glass door and opened the balcony door Kylie suddenly realised we weren’t going to the bedroom, I stepped on to the balcony that overlooked the main street and the units next door. There were no lights on in any of the units.
“What are you doing?” Kylie asked in a near panic
“Taking a detour to the bedroom” I replied as I carried onto the balcony.
I, of course have a table on the balcony, and have always wanted to fuck on the balcony, so I sat Kylie on the table.
“What are you doing?” Kylie asked
“I’m going to fuck you here” I answered her
“Someone will see” she said
“So what, all the lights are out, no-one’s looking”
I then started moving my cock in and out of Kylie. I gently pushed her onto her back on the table and began fucking her again, the table at the right height to fuck on. I then moved Kylie’s legs from around my waist to over my shoulders so I could drive my cock further into Kylie’s wet cunt. I started pumping away in her cunt, her protests of being seen gone now, driving my cock as far into her cunt as I could get. I was fucking her hard, not caring wether she came or not, just wanting to empty my balls into her shaved cunt.
“Fuck me, fuck me” Kylie almost chanted, “fill my pussy again, cum in my cunt”
I kept pumping away at her, then started to feel the urge
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gunna cum in your cunt”
“Do it fuck me and cum in my cunt”
That was all it took, and I exploded once again into her pussy, with her feet hooked over my shoulders I buried my cock to the hilt in her pussy and held it there as I filled her pussy with my sperm, pushing 3 or 4 spurts deep inside her. I don’t know if anyone was watching, but with all the moaning we were doing, any light sleepers may have been woken up.
After a short while, I felt my cock soften and slip out of Kylie’s pussy, then she removed her legs from over my shoulders and returned them around my waist as she sat up and kissed me, wrapping both her arms and legs around me, as her tongue explored my mouth. I picked her up off the table and carried her into my bedroom where we both fell onto the bed still entwined in each other.
We continued kissing, our tongues exploring each others mouths, while our hands did the same to our bodies. I rolled over and Kylie rolled with me, ending on top of me. I wasn’t sure if I could go again, but I was sure going to try. Kylie broke our kiss and sat up, her wet slit was right against my cock. She began to move back and forth against my cock, her pussy lips parting slightly so that my cock was rubbing against her wet cunt, but not going inside her. She was getting herself off by rubbing her pussy against my cock. She lent back slightly, her tits pushing out towards me, while she held onto my legs and kept rubbing herself against me, her pussy getting wetter and wetter soaking my cock with every thrust. I grabbed her hips, grinding her against my cock, which was not only getting soaked, but also getting hard once again. Kylie started moaning as we thrusted faster and harder against each other, and took one hand off my leg and put it between her legs, against the underside of my cock. As my cock appeared from beneath her, she moved it so that it now slid against her clit and not straight out from her, she was now writhing over the entire length of my cock, rubbing her bald cunt along the entire length of my now hard cock.
“Oh my God your cock feel so good, I’m going to cum again” Kylie panted as her moans began to get louder and louder.
I lay still, holding and grinding her hips against me as she writhed against my cock. Suddenly she let go off my cock and lent forward slightly, then moved back and my cock slid smoothly up inside her sweet hole without missing a stroke. Kylie was that wet that she took the entire length in one go and held herself there as she came, moaning as loud as she did when she was on the table. She then collapsed on me, my cock still inside her as she recovered from her orgasm.
After a while she rolled off me, and we lay together with my arms around her as we recovered, after a while Kylie rolled away from me, so that I was pressed against her back. My cock was rubbing against her ass, and once again started to get hard again. I took her breast in one hand and started tweaking and playing with her nipple, she started quietly moaning again and moving her ass against my cock as her hand began playing with her other breast, caressing and playing with her nipple. I lifted her top leg and moved my cock between her legs, rubbing it against her cunt. My free hand foond it’s way to Kylie’s clit and I started playing with that as we both played with a tit each as well. After a while I took my cock in my hand and pushed it into Kylie’s pussy, pushing it slowly deeper and deeper into her cunt. She bent forward from the waist allowing me better and easier penetration into her from behind, I now had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist as I began fucking her harder and harder and she had one hand on my ass pushing me deeper into her as well. After a while I rolled towards her, still imbedded inside her.
“Get on your knees, I want to fuck you doggy style” I told her.
Without missing a beat she rolled over onto her stomach and got on her knees, her head buried in a pillow as I buried my cock into her now well used and open cunt. I watched as my cock continually disappeared inside her, she spread her legs as far apart as she could and I spread her ass checks as well, so that I could watch her take my cock. I started rubbing my thumb against her asshole as I fucked her and that started Kylie moaning once again. Kylie then put a hand between her legs and started playing with my balls as I fucked her.
“I love to fuck doggy style” I told her ” I love seeing my cock disappear up your cunt, it looks so good fucking you”
“Mmmm your fucking me good” Kylie answered “Your cock feels good in my pussy, don’t stop. It looks good from here too, I can see your cock fucking me.”
Kylie had bent her head and was watching herself get fucked from between her legs and as she did this her hand left my balls and started playing with her clit, rubbing herself as I fucked her. I grabbed her hips with both hands and began to move faster and faster in and out of cunt, she was thrusting back as I was thrusting forwards and we were fucking like rabbits, going at it like there was no tomorrow. We were faster and faster with each thrust until I started to get the feeling in my balls and exploded inside her pussy, once again filling her with my cum, as we collapsed exhausted from our fucking. Eventually we drifted off to sleep and I wondered what would happen in the morning.

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Addicted to panty raids!

This is my first story please excuse any mistakes and i love criticism bad or good.
It all started one day i found a pair of my sisters sexy little pink underwear before i go further my sister was sexy she was white skinned but hispanic she had the biggest tittes i had ever seen and the nicest ass she wasn’t the skinniest girl but i liked that about her..i sniffed the panties and had a the biggest boner i’v ever. I jacked off into it and put it back for some reason i loved the rush of being caught. Now fast forward about 7 years..I was about 17 years old i had a friend who’s house i would always go to, nothing sexual we would just hang out. One day we had just come back from the mall and we just wanted to sit down watch some t.v. I began to walk around his house and i noticed he didn’t even notice i was gone. At the time i was really spoiled by internet porn so i needed something new.
I remembered the time i sniffed my sisters panties and i walked casually to his moms room..i knew his mom well we had talked a couple times but she was never home she was either at church or working. Her name was patty and she had nice perky tits and was mexican but you could hardly tell she didn’t have such a nice ass but she made up for that with her tits. I had to go upstairs to get to her room but the only problem with that was that was that you could see the stairs and if someone was going up them if you were watching the tv so i made up the excuse that i was going to use my friends computer but the funny thing was that he didn’t even care so i was good for maybe 3 minutes until he came up to see what i was doing.
I was so excited, nervous, and horny all at the same time i and i loved it. I made it into her room and began to look around to see if she had any dirty underwear just laying around or in the hamper if they were dirty i would jack off right then and there. Sadly it was laundry day so i found the drawer where she kept them and began to sniff as many as i could grab with two hands i was hard already. I thought i heard my friend coming up so i began to stuff my pants quickly with as many thongs as i could find. I looked out the door and i was still o.k. I ran back inside with my pants filled with about 3 pairs of underwear. I stuffed more and more until it was obvious that i had something in my pants. I made up the excuse that my mom was calling and i had to leave so i said goodbye without even looking at him and left. Mission accomplished i thought to myself and ran home.
I remembered no one was home and quickly ran into my room and put all the panty’s i had stolen in a pile on my bed and began to just hug myself with all the panty’s i had i felt as if i was in heaven and began to jerk off my huge boner. After a month i began getting very bored with all those panty’s i had and thought i needed more..but not from the same person i needed variety i began going to alot of my friends houses when there mom’s or sisters weren’t home i would always say i had to go to the bathroom and check out their moms rooms. I especially loved going to my friend’s…carl..lets call him that..his mom was a big woman i loved women just like his mom..she wasn’t home alot either which was another reason i loved going there.
She had the biggest waist size i had ever seen the greatest ive seen since my sister’s i couldnt take too many or else she would get suspicious just like my first friends mom. I was in love with carl’s mom and she didnt even know it. I jacked off in her room so many times and she didnt even know it..but once…i was doing my weekly routine and out of the blue i hear carl’s mom yelling all i think is “OH SHIT!” and ran into her closet. The worst thin was that i was jacking off in her room that time i told carl i had to use his mom’s bathroom because his brother was using the other one.
She stormed up the stairs and into her room i was in the closet luckily. She stormed in and locked the door. I was surprised by what happened next. She pulled out a vibrator and began to masturbate i couldn’t believe what i was actually seeing! i couldn’t pass up the chance i took out my cock and started jerking it while she masturbated. She must of had a bad day at work or something but whatever it was it made day so much better then stealing some of her panties. By my surprise she didn’t finish i wasn’t too happy about it. She fell asleep and it was a [perfect time for me to leave and make my escape. I was right by the door when i looked back and i saw her lovely plump ass. I couldnt resist and i was still hard from watching her. I walked up to the side of her bed pulled off the covers, she was completely naked i almost came right then and there. I began to jack off, to this day i have not jacked off so wonderfully, she was a heavy sleeper to my suprise so i began playing with her titts i couldnt take anymore i pulled my dick one last time and pulled tight on her tittes and blew my load all over her bed for some reason i wiped my nut on her lips she began to lick it. I couldn’t believe it but my dick was hard again.
I was ready to go for another round when i heard someone coming up the stairs it was carl. I guess he was looking for me so i ran into his mom’s bathroom and pretended to be surprised she was in the room. He saw me and told me to get out of there. He saw my cheeks were flustered and my knees were shaking. Whose knee’s wouldn’t be?i told him i felt sick and had to leave. I walked home feeling like i was on some kind of drug. It felt so great..the next day carl called me over i was hoping his mom wasn’t there so i wouldn’t have to talk to her. She was there, it was actually a trap it was just her.I knocked on the door i saw her and asked if carl was there she said he had just left. I thought that she knew but i wasn’t sure but she took me to her room and asked me to look at the carpet..i was so embarrassed to see my nut all over the floor..it couldn’t of been anyone else she was divorced and i was the only one in her room yesterday..carl must of told her i was in there..i wanted to kill him.
She said exactly this “are you the one that has been stealing my panties?” and was smiling i said yes with a guilty face looking down ashamed but not really..she lifted my head by my chin and began to make out with me i was confused but not stupid i began to grab her huge ass and had a boner that she could obviously feel. She grabbed my cock threw my pants it turned me on so much but she backed away and said that carl wasn’t going to be gone for long so i had to eat her out quickly i had no idea why she wanted me to bang her so bad but i wasn’t in a mood to ask i began eating her like a pig roast. she came at least twice and told me to leave. We talked the next day and she told me that there is to be absolutely no talking between us and that we would be strictly each other’s booty call i was so happy i don’t know what i did to deserve this but i was in heaven.
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Morning Bells (Part Four: Chicago)

Hey I’m sorry if it took so long to come out with this chapter i actually stayed up last night and spent about 6 hours writing it so i hope everyone enjoys, if you have any questions or ideas please let me know i try to reply to all the comments i get. Thank you to all the readers that continue to follow the story!

Arthur and Ellie

When Arthur’s cousin Ellie comes to visit, he finds out that the crush he’s had on her for years is more mutual than he suspected!

Hawaiian Sunset

Intro: This story has very little sex in it. It is more of a romance story. So if that thought dismays you it would be best to close and go on to another story. I have written a number of stories typical for this site and wanted to write something a bit different.
Chapter 1
I glanced out the window towards the beach. The green grass sloped away from the house for a hundred feet or so, to be taken over by the sandy beach. It was a calm day and the waves gently ran up the sand before sliding back into the ocean only to be pushed back up again by the next wave. The sun was still above the horizon. It was almost time, she would be coming by soon.
I filled a glass with ice water and walked out onto the patio. It was very warm tonight and the sky was clear with just a few clouds in the distant sky. I had put two chairs out in the middle of the yard overlooking the beach earlier in the day and that was where I was heading now. The first time I had noticed her was four days ago. Each evening she would jog by on the beach and then a half an hour or so later she would walk back by stopping every few feet to watch the sunset. I had hoped she would look my way and perhaps stop and talk for a while, but so far her attention was all for the sunsets.
I sat in the chair and took a sip of the cool water. I was wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals. A light breeze was coming off the ocean; just barely noticeable on my skin. I had just got comfortable when she appeared on my left, jogging on the beach. She was Asian, Chinese I thought, though I wasn’t sure from this distance. Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail while she ran and I watched as it bounced from side to side as she ran. When she came back I knew it would be let down to fall to her shoulders.
I watched as her steady stride was quickly taking her past me. My hand was restless on the arm of my chair; waiting for her to glance my way so I could wave to her. Her figure was slender but very fit. I was close enough to see how beautiful she was. It took just a few seconds for her to pass me and move out of sight; never looking my way.
I took another sip of water and waited. She would be back; the sun would be setting soon. As I waited I wondered where she had come from. I had lived here for almost ten years and had never seen her before. Was she a tourist? Was she visiting a friend here on the beach? Was the friend a male? Was she already taken before I even had a chance to meet her? She had been here for at least four days. Would she be leaving soon? Was it already too late?
The sun dropped lower and another beautiful Hawaiian sunset was in the making. I watched as the sun dipped low enough to turn the bottom of the few clouds in the sky a beautiful purple with shades of orange and red as it began to drop into the ocean.
I had been watching the sunset for several minutes and had not noticed she had returned. Just as the sun disappeared into the ocean I saw her out of the corner of my eye. A slight movement of her head gave me the impression she had been watching me but as I raised my hand to wave she was clearly looking at the ocean and gave no indication she saw me. I lowered my hand to my side; disappointed I didn’t get her attention.
I watched her as she stood there watching the waves wash onto the beach. Her legs looked trim in her white shorts; trim from the jogging. She had a small tight butt and from the slight angle she stood at to me I had a good look at her profile. Her breasts were small but they looked perfect for her figure and stature; she looked to be about five foot two or three.
I had screwed up my courage and was about to call out to her when she took a step and one again began jogging away from me. She had only taken a few steps when she fell to the sand clutching at her calf. She was stretching, trying to grab her foot when I realized she had a cramp. I jumped out of my chair and rushed down to help her. I knelt down on the sand and took her foot in my hands and pushed on the bottom of her feet and toes to get the foot back at the angle it belonged and stretch the calf muscle to relieve the cramp.
Once her foot was okay I began lightly working on her calf muscle trying to relieve the pain; running my hands from her heel up to her knee and then back down. I looked up to see her leaning back on her elbows, watching me; her face giving me no clue as to what she was thinking. This was the first time I had seen her close. I was right; she was beautiful. Her eyes had a humorous look in them; a sparkle that I liked. She wasn’t laughing at me or even smiling, but it seemed like she was amused by the situation.
Her skin felt so nice beneath my fingers. I didn’t want the moment to pass. She still hadn’t said anything so I finally asked, “Are you okay”? She started to open her mouth but then closed it and didn’t say anything, just cocked her head a bit to the side. Did she speak English? “My name is Paul. What’s your name”? She just looked at me and did not reply.
Deciding to be brave, I made a quick decision. I lowered her leg to the sand and moved around to her side and got down on one knee. I slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back and stood up. She felt so light in my arms. As I stood she put her arms around my neck. She didn’t say anything but I could see a question on her face.
I turned with her in my arms and kind of pointed with my chin towards my beach house and the two chairs out on the lawn. “I’m just going to take you over there so you can sit down for a few minutes until you feel better”. She still didn’t say anything so I began walking through the sand towards the chairs.
As I walked across the grass I wondered how I could communicate with her. I wanted to know her better. But short of hiring an interpreter how could I even ask her to dinner? As I carried her she continued looking at me and not talking. I felt myself getting lost looking into her eyes. I was so taken with her I almost walked right past the chairs.
I carefully lowered her into one of the chairs. She took the ice water I offered and took a sip. I turned the other chair slightly towards her so I could see her and sat down. We both sat there as it slowly darkened, watching the waves, and sipping the ice water. When I thought she wasn’t looking I would turn to look at her. I don’t know if I had ever been this close to someone so beautiful. Was she married? There was no ring on her finger but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Was there a boyfriend back in the house she came from or back in China, or where ever she is from?
She finally turned to look at the house. The side facing the ocean was all glass. Each panel was a sliding glass section that could be opened to let the ocean breezes in. On one side of the house was an indoor swimming pool. Redundant with the ocean right there but it was nice to sometimes swim without the saltwater. It was also nice to sit in the Jacuzzi and watch the sunsets. Just thinking about that led me to think of sitting in the water with her by my side.
Then she pointed at the house but did not say anything. Why bother I thought. I wouldn’t understand what she said anyway. I looked back at the house. I pointed at the house and then at myself. I said, “It’s my house”. After I said it I realized how loud I was talking. Softer, I repeated myself; “It’s my house”.
That wasn’t it though. She pointed at the chair she was sitting in and then pointed back at the house. Oh, I finally got it. “No, there is no one else. I live alone; Just me”. How do I get this across? I kind of shook my finger at the second chair and pointed at myself, my chair and then at the house again. I thought she might have understood. She nodded her head and then looked back at the ocean.
Much sooner than I was prepared for, she stood up, gave me a little nod to me and then began easily jogging across the grass. She certainly was a fast healer. She was onto the sand before I remembered, “What is your name”? Seconds later without answering, she had moved around the rocks at the far end of the beach and was gone.
Chapter 2
The next day I drove all around my neighborhood trying for a glimpse of her; hoping I could find what house she was staying at but without success. Then I puttered around all day waiting for evening to arrive. About an hour before the time she would usually jog by, the rain started. Usually when it rains this time of year we get a quick shower for a few minutes but this time it got harder and rained steadily long into the evening. I waited by the window, hoping, but she did not appear.
The next day I drove around again with the same results. As the evening approached I was getting antsy. There were more than the usual few clouds in the sky but it did not seem like it would rain again. About thirty minutes before she usually went by I filled a pitcher with ice water, grabbed two glasses and went out and sat in one of the chairs so I would be ready.
The beach was pretty private, only the occasional property owner usually used it and most of my neighbors were older couples. I would see them walk by in the mornings and evenings, we would wave at each other and that was about it. I sat there watching the waves crashing in on the beach. The waves were higher than normal today, probably the result of the passing storm we had yesterday. I liked watching the water but my eyes kept moving to the left, to the rocks that I knew she would jog around if she were coming today.
Then finally, there she was. She was wearing the same outfit; white shorts and white t-shirt. The contrast of her skin and the white outfit was striking. As she jogged towards my part of the beach I raised my hand and waved but her head did not turn. In a minute she had passed me and had moved on out of sight. I felt crushed. But then that was silly. We don’t even know each other. All I did was just help her with a cramp. I sat down in the chair to watch the coming sunset. I still had hope.
As I watched the waves crash on the beach, every minute or so I’d look over to the right where she should be returning soon. It seemed early when I caught sight of her in the distance. She was walking on the sand right at the edge of the water. Waves would break and roll up the beach and across her feet. I could see she was laughing and kicking the water with her feet. Her laugh was so delightful. She looked and sounded just like a kid having the time of her life.
It was still several minutes away from sunset. She would probably continue walking along the beach and stop somewhere else when the sun dropped into the ocean. I stood and shielded my eyes from the sun so that I could see her better. Looking at her legs, I could still feel the touch of her skin on my fingers; the silky smoothness, the strength underneath.
She walked slowly along the beach, still kicking her feet in the surf, laughing as she walked. When she was abreast of me she stopped and looked towards the sun. There were still another twenty or thirty minutes before the sunset would begin. She would be far from here when she would finally stop walking to watch it. My heart began to sink.
She turned to look towards me and I quickly raised my hand to wave at her. She looked back at the water and then to me again for a moment before she began slowly walking towards me. When she got up to me I said, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying but would you like to sit with me and watch the sunset”. I pointed at the chairs and then handed her a glass. She stood while I poured her drink for her and then sat down.
We sat there for the next hour, not talking, sipping the ice water and watching the sun slowly set; another beautiful day in paradise. Every few minutes I would turn my head just enough so that I could look at her face, the exotic slant of her eyes, the dark hair cascading on her shoulders, the leg I had touched just the day before. Our chairs were just inches apart; our arms almost touching, resting on the chair arms.
I had turned my attention back to the sea when I felt a light brush on my forearm. I turned to see her fingertips touching barely resting on my arm. I looked up to see her standing. When I started to stand she moved her hand to my shoulder to stop me. I sat there as she turned and began jogging away from me. I sat there for another hour after she had disappeared, thinking of her, and the touch of her fingers on my arm.
Chapter 3
By early evening the next day I felt like an eight-grader. Did she like me? Would she come by today? Would she stop? If I had someone I could pass a note to ask about her I would.
I made some lemonade and took it outside with me. When I reached the chairs I placed the lemonade on the table and took the chair she had sat in and moved it closer to mine. A few minutes later I got up, looked at the chairs and then moved hers back where it had originally been. Then, a few minutes later I reached over and pulled her chair closer again.
I was still sitting there when she appeared. When she reached the closest point to me she looked my way. I lifted my arm and waved to her. She nodded her head towards me and then continued jogging down the beach. I sipped at the lemonade and waited for her return.
It took much longer this time. The sun was already sinking and she had not yet returned. She had never taken this long before. I was beginning to think she had taken a different route and was not returning by way of the beach when there she was; walking slowly on the beach instead of jogging. Usually when she walked by all her attention was on the sunset. This time she was walking towards me and was paying no attention to the sunset behind her; her attention was on me.
While she continued walking towards me I poured her a glass of lemonade and sat it on the table in front of me close to her chair. As she came closer, our eyes were in contact but neither of us said anything. She came up, took the lemonade and sat next to me and took a sip. Our arms on the arms of our chairs; so close it made the skin on my arm tingle as I remembered her touch the night before.
In the next few minutes the sunset ended but she did not leave. We continued sitting there with just the sound of the waves running up the beach to keep us company, both of us occasionally taking a sip of our drink.
I saw him first; a surfer off to our right. He was just sitting on his board, waiting for a wave. I moved my hand over by hers to get her attention and point him out to her. She must have misunderstood what I was doing. She turned her hand over and grasped my hand; our fingers intertwining. As she turned her head to look at me I forgot about the surfer. All I could see was her smile.
I’m not sure how long we sat holding hands; my forearm lying on hers, our fingers occasionally moving around, fingertips exploring each other. Her hand felt right in mine. I liked the strength in it; how she held my hand back. She didn’t just let her fingers lie there in mine.
It had gotten fairly dark and the moon was out when I heard her sigh and turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed; her head resting against the back of the chair. While I looked at her face she brought her other hand over and laid it on top of my hand holding hers. The night had cooled just a bit and her hand was warm on mine. I wondered what her body would feel like pressed against mine; my arms wrapped around her.
Then without a word, she let go of my hand and stood up. I didn’t want the evening to end so soon. What could I do to get her to stay longer? I looked up at the house and had an idea. I made a swimming motion with my hands. “Would you like to take a dip in the pool”?
She watched my hands for a moment and then looked up to me and shook her head. She pointed towards left side of the beach where she disappeared each night. She raised a hand and put it behind my neck and pulled my head down so she could kiss me on the cheek. Before I could recover from my surprise she had turned and was moving quickly across the grass to the beach. I watched her in the moonlight until I could see her no longer.
Chapter 4
It took hours to fall asleep that night. I lay there in bed thinking of the feel of her hand in mine, her fingers, and the touch of her lips on my cheek. Was this all for naught? Would she suddenly vanish as quickly as she arrived? Where did she come from? Why was she here? All these questions and more, swirling through my mind, none answered, as I tried to fall asleep.
The next day progressed like the day before Christmas to a ten year-old. I thought the evening would never come. I was out in my chair with a pitcher of lemonade an hour before the time she usually arrived. I didn’t want to run the risk she might go by early.
But her time came and past with no sign of her. Could she have passed by before I came out? I began watching each direction, a minute at a time; my head swiveling back and forth. Maybe she decided not to run today. Maybe her boyfriend showed up.
The sun was about ten minutes from setting when she appeared on my left; walking, not jogging, across the sand towards me. I stood, waiting for her. She was wearing her usual outfit but was also carrying a small white plastic bag in her hand; the kind you usually get in clothing stores. She walked right up to within inches of me and looked up into my face. Her lips glistened in the light and I had the sudden urge to kiss her. She looked around me and pointed towards the house. I wasn’t sure what she wanted and the question must have shown on my face. She opened the bag and held it up for me to see inside. It looked like there was a swimming suit inside; a bikini.
I nodded and smiled at her and was rewarded with a beautiful smile back. I took her hand in mine and we walked up to the house. I showed her where she could change and busied myself opening the sliding doors so the ocean breeze could come in and so we could hear the waves. I looked at the Jacuzzi and the pool. Which would she want? I decided the pool and jumped in to wait for her.
When she walked out I was struck again by how beautiful she was. She saw me in the pool she walked over with a smile that just lit up her face. I felt warm all over knowing that smile was for me. Her bikini looked great on her. It was black, an unusual color but it looked nice on her, almost erotic, like black underwear. The bottoms were very tight; form fitting on her but the top was a bit too big.
I was at the deep end of the pool; the water came up to about my chin. She looked at me and then began moving to the far end of the pool; the shallower end. I motioned for her to join me but she made a swimming motion with her hands and shook her head. I was surprised; she does not know how to swim.
I moved a few feet into the shallower water to get to the pool ladder. Now the water just came up midpoint on my chest. I motioned for her to come to me. “I know you don’t understand, but come over here and I’ll help you”. She looked at me and halfheartedly shook her head again but she did not move any closer to the far end of the pool. I motioned again with my hands for her to come closer.
Finally she moved over to the ladder and I moved to the bottom of it and held my hands out to show her I would hold her when she came down. She turned around and carefully started down the ladder. When she was about halfway down I put my hands on her hips to let her know I had her. As she inched down I had time to look at her; her trim waist, her backbone, the string tie of her bikini a bit too loose across her back.
When she was about waist deep in the water she turned with one hand still grasping the ladder and kind of jumped to me; her arms grabbing me around the neck and her legs circling my waist. She wasn’t kidding. She did not know how to swim.
I smiled and tried not to laugh; I did not want her to think I was making fun of her fear. But then with her arms and legs wrapped around me it was hard not to smile. “You are safe. I’ve got you. I won’t let you go”. I tried to keep my voice calm and soothing. She might not understand but I wanted to sound reassuring. Her head had been pressed against mine but now she leaned back a bit to look at me and loosened her grip around my neck just a bit. Her smile was infectious. I couldn’t help smiling too.
I took a few small steps into the middle of the pool. When she was what I was doing she tightened her grip and the smile slipped just a bit. “It’s okay. I won’t let you go”. Over the next several minutes I worked to get her unwound from me and tried to explain what I wanted her to do by showing her the best I could with my hands. I was trying to get her to learn to float in the water. It would give her some confidence. Teaching her to swim would take a lot more but it would help to take a small step.
I was finally able to get my hands under her thighs and back so that I could get her to stretch out flat on the water. As she tried once more my eyes kept drifting to the top of her suit. The top was too big and I could occasionally see her breasts. It was so disconcerting. She was laughing and enjoying herself. I didn’t want her to catch me looking and think I was some kind of letch. But her breasts looked so nice. While they were small I felt the desire to hold them in my hands, caressing her. I could feel myself stir just thinking about it. I had to concentrate on helping her to make it go away.
She finally got the knack of it and was floating on the water. She closed her eyes and let her head recline back in the water; her long hair fanning out away from her. I gradually eased my hands away from supporting her and let her float there. She must have floated there in the water by herself for a minute or so before she finally realized I was not supporting her. She let out a little shriek of delight and promptly folded at the waist and sank beneath the water. I immediately grabbed her and lifted her up. I was afraid all our progress would be ruined but when I pulled her up she was laughing. I had lifted her high to get her out of the water; her waist was up even with my chest. When I looked up at her I realized the dunk or my sudden lift of her had caused her bikini top to move up exposing both of her breasts. She looked down at me but made no move to adjust her top.
I started to lower her so that her breasts would not be in my face. I had barely begun when she let out an ‘ooh’ and pointed over my shoulder behind me. I turned with her still in my arms to look. The sunset was in progress and it was a beautiful one tonight. I maneuvered her around so that her back was to me and I had my arms around her waist, holding her tight to me so she would not sink in the water and took several steps towards the shallow end so she could stand on her own. I let go of her that she could stand but she did not move away and in fact leaned back against me. With that encouragement I put my arms back around her waist. We stood there watching the colors change as the sun slowly dropped.
When the sunset was finally over neither of us moved. Her hands were clasped over mine. I did not want the moment to end. I was willing to stand there with her in my arms as long as she was willing to let me. I could feel her fingers moving idly over mine; her fingers tracing the length of my fingers from the top of my palms to my fingertips.
I finally felt her stir and I pulled my arms from her waist as she turned around to face me. Her bikini top was now back in place. She moved up close to face me; her body almost touching mine; a bare inch separated us. We stood there for a moment with her looking up into my face. When her lips slightly parted I could not help myself and I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. They were cool against mine. Before I could move back to see how she would react she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Her lips were soft and warm now. We continued for several minutes. A long kiss followed by staring into each other’s eyes, and then hungrily kissing again.
At some point, I wasn’t sure when, I had moved my arms up from her waist and had lifted her up off her feet, pulling her tight to me. As we continued kissing I felt her tongue brush against my upper lip. I opened my mouth and we began gently touching our tongues against each other’s.
Finally she removed her arms from my neck and turned her head to look outside. It was completely dark now. I don’t know how long we had been standing there in the pool holding each other and kissing. She looked back to me and then pointed at herself and then towards the beach, saying “Go”. I hated for the evening to end, but at least the one word of English she knew wasn’t “No”.
Carrying her once again, I walked over to the pool ladder and then watched as she climbed out. I stayed where I was and watched her as she gathered the few clothes she came with and put them on over her bikini. Then she very slowly waved goodbye to me and was gone. I quickly got out of the pool but I could not see her walking away in the dark. I still stood there; thinking of her. Thinking of the feel of her body pressed against mine, the shape of her breasts, and the touch of her lips on mine. She had large nipples that I ached to touch to see how she would react; would her back arch in pleasure I wondered. Once again it was hours before I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 5
The next day seemed to go on forever. I did some paperwork and checked the clock. I tidied up the house and checked the clock. I tried reading a book but kept losing my place as I glanced at the clock and my mind wandered. I swam laps for a while in an effort to lessen the tension and gradually the hours slipped by.
When the evening finally approached I was outside with my pitcher of lemonade two hours early; I just could not wait in the house any longer. Besides, she might come by early for another swimming lesson.
I sat there sipping lemonade trying to calm my growing nervousness as she did not appear. I had to continually remind myself that I was early; that she had never come by until much later. The ice in the pitcher eventually melted and I had to go back in the house and make another pitcher while keeping an eye out the window for her.
About an hour before the sunset she appeared, early for her, walking calmly around the rocks and across the beach. She wasn’t dressed as she usually was, in shorts and a t-shirt. She had on a simple peach colored sundress, which hung straight and loose on her; held up by spaghetti straps on her shoulders and wearing sandals on her feet. Her hair was tied up on her head leaving her shoulders and neck bare. She was not carrying a bag this time so it looked like there would not be a second swimming lesson.
She walked up to where I was sitting and sat down next to me like she had been doing it all our lives. I poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to her. She took the glass with one hand and then reached for my hand with her other. We sat there quietly waiting for the sunset, sipping our drinks, holding hands, our fingers sometimes exploring each others with never a word being spoken. Occasionally I would look over at her and watch her until she turned to see me and smiled.
And once again I wondered how we would move from here without being able to talk to each other. But it was something I did not want to face yet so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
The sunset finally came and then passed much too quickly. It grew darker as we sat there holding hands. I think neither of us wanted the evening to end but she was the first to move. She let go of my hand and stood up. I quickly stood and faced her. When she did not move away I leaned down and gently kissed her lips once and then straightened back up. She stood there without moving for the longest time, just looking up into my eyes. Then without a word she took my hand in hers and began walking towards the house.
We walked through the patio and through the open section of the wall to the pool. I thought she must have her bikini on under the dress. She is going to stay for a while and I can try to teach her to swim some more. But then she surprised my by walking right past the pool and into the living room. She stopped for a moment and looked around the room before walking towards a hallway with me still in tow. Now I was confused; she must need to use the bathroom and I began to point it out but she walked right past it and went through the open door at the end of the hall into my bedroom. A lamp beside the bed was on, illuminating the room. I was suddenly glad I had cleaned the house.
I thought I knew what was going to happen but I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I liked her, really liked her, maybe more, but we had not even had a conversation yet. I wanted this but I also wanted more than this. Would this help or hurt?
In the moment these thoughts went through my head she had turned, pulled a long pin from her hair letting it fall to her shoulders, and moved into my arms. We stood there kissing; softly at first, exploring each other’s lips and face, then slowly growing fiercer, hungrier. She was on her tiptoes, her arms wrapped round my neck. I pulled her tightly against me, my hands moving from the small of her back up to her shoulders and back down again; feeling her ribs under my fingers, her shoulder blades. I leaned down and kissed her shoulders and worked my way up her neck. I kissed her ear and felt her shiver in my arms.
When we finally stopped for air she pulled her hands from around my neck and took a step back from me. We stood there looking into each other’s eyes for several seconds. Then she reached over with one hand and pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and let it drop down her arm. She continued watching my face while she reached over and pulled the other strap and let it drop. She gave her body a little shake and the sundress dropped to her feet. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of peach colored panties.
I looked down at her; she was perfect. Her pert breasts sticking out towards me, her large nipples fully erect, the flair of her hips, her flat stomach, the panties disappearing in the space between her legs.
I started to reach out to her, to touch her, but she put out a hand to stop me. Oh, right. I reached up to unbutton my shirt but she quickly pulled my hand away and pushed it down by my side. While I watched, she stepped closer and slowly unbuttoned my shirt and then pulled it off my arms and tossed in aside on the floor beside her dress. When she reached for my shorts to pull them down I grew nervous. I knew I was already hard and wondered what she would think when she saw it. But she did not react when I was suddenly freed from my shorts; hard and sticking out, touching her stomach as she stood close to me. She tossed my shorts aside and then took my hand.
We walked over and moved into the middle of the bed and lay on our sides facing each other. At first we just looked into each other’s eyes. I put a hand on her hip and slowly moved it up her side and then gently touched the bottom of one of her breasts. It felt soft and smooth and firm all at the same time. I let my hand run over the top of it and then continued moving up to caress her neck before pulling her head to me so I could kiss her.
We had kissed for just a moment when I felt her hand tug at mine, pulling it back down to her breast. I caressed it softly but then felt her hand push down on mine. She wanted me to use a firmer touch. I squeezed her breast firmly and felt her lean into me and sigh. As I moved to the other breast I felt one of her hands move between us to take me in her grip. Her fingers moved slowly up and down my shaft, squeezing and stroking me; grabbing me tight at the base and pulling my erection against her.
I pulled my lips from hers and moved my head down to kiss to bottom of her breasts, between them, to the sides, but not the nipples. I kept repeating this until finally she took my head in both of her hands and tugged on me until my mouth was against one of her nipples. I open my lips and let the nipple slide into my mouth and began running my tongue around and over it. And then I moved over to the other nipple to do the same.
As her breathing became heavier I slowly began kissing my way down her stomach. I slid down off the bottom of the bed and then came back up between her legs kissing the inside of her thighs, first one side and then the other, slowly getting higher. When I got to the crease at the top of her thigh I felt her thighs tighten against my shoulders. I looked up at her. She had a look of excitement, surprise, even concern on her face as she looked down at me.
I watched her face as I kissed the bottom of her mound and then slowly moved lower until I could gently tug with my lips on one of hers. I watched as the look of surprise and concern became softer and her eyes partially closed. I ran my tongue over the right side and then the left; feeling the texture of her, tasting her. As I slid my tongue between her lips I felt her hips lift up off the bed. I moved an inch higher and let my tongue move along each side of her clitoris without actually touching it. Over and over I repeated that until finally I let my tongue glance against her clitoris, circling it and then move away. I moved back and let my tongue work around it again and then just a little tease of a touch. As I started to move away again she groaned and took my head in her hands and pulled me back. I began slowly, using the broad sweep of my tongue over her clitoris followed by little flicks across it. Her thighs began squeezing against my shoulders then opening wider; her knees up in the air. I moved my arms under her legs and up to her chest; first cupping her breasts in my hands and then running my fingers over her nipples.
It was barely a minute later when I heard her let out a little cry. I kept my tongue on her clitoris and looked up into her face. She was looking down at me with a surprised look on her face, her mouth open. Then suddenly her hips began bucking up against me as her orgasm began. Her thighs squeezed tightly against my shoulders. I could feel her lips move beneath mine as the spasms began deep inside of her.
When she was finished she spread her legs wider once again and reached down to my head and tugged on me to get me to come up to her. I was more than ready. As I moved up on my hands and knees until I could kiss her I felt her arms move down to my waist pulling me against her. I could feel my erection pushing into her stomach. I pulled away from our kiss as I felt her hand move between us to grab me. I looked down between our bodies as she pushed me down between her legs.
As she pulled her hand away I lowered myself onto her. I carefully thrust my hips forward. She was so wet I slipped right inside her. Not knowing if this was her first time or not I stopped just with the head inside of her. I held there just for a moment and then felt her hands on my butt pulling at me, trying to get me deeper in her. It was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust forward. She was so wet I slid into her until our bodies were flush in one stroke. It felt so good in her I couldn’t control myself; I pulled back a bit and thrust hard into her again. With each push into her I could feel her excitement build, her breathing become more ragged. I slipped my hands beneath her hips to pull her tighter to me; thrusting harder and faster into her. I could feel her push up against me as I thrust into her; pulling back until I would almost fall out of her and then push back as deep as I could get in her.
I wanted to slow down, make it last longer but I couldn’t; I was to close. The excitement of our two bodies rubbing against each other was just too much. With one last push into her I felt the tingle begin in me; spreading down to my toes and up to the top of my head. Then a moment later I was cumming in her, filling her; each spurt from me given with a push against her, trying to be as deep in her as I could.
We lay there for a moment, me still on top of her; beads of sweat dripping from our bodies onto the bed, our breathing slowly trying to return to normal. I shifted some of my weight onto my knees and arms. I slipped an arm under her back and then rolled off of her onto my side, pulling her with me. She lay there in my arms, her head on my shoulder, neither of us speaking, both of us still breathing a bit hard.
After several minutes I heard her breathing gradually get slower and steadier. I lay there as she fell asleep on my shoulder, our arms wrapped around each other. At first her body would twitch against me every minute or so as she fell deeper into sleep. I lay there holding her to me, amazed at the evening, but so happy she was lying here in my arms.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. I was trying to stay awake. I wanted to keep holding her; feel her against me. But at some point the strenuous activity took its toll and I drifted off.
It was still in the middle of the night when I woke to find her lying on top of me; her head on my chest. I thought she was asleep but she felt my movement and looked up at me. When she saw I was awake she kissed my chest, then my neck and finally my lips. They were soft kisses, not the frantic, urgent kisses of earlier in the night. I didn’t realize I was already hard until she pushed back against me and I slid into her again.
I lay there while she slowly raised and lowered her hips against me; letting me come almost completely out of her and then pushing herself back against me to get me deep into her again. We did that for several minutes before she put her hands on my chest and rose up into a sitting position on me. She sat there, impaled on me, the two of us not moving, just looking at each other. And then I felt her squeeze me. It felt so good it made me move up against her. She smiled and squeezed me again, and then again.
I reached up and moved my hands across her breasts, cupping them, rubbing her nipples. She stopped squeezing me and began slowly rocking her hips on me, back and forth, never taking her eyes off my face. On one sweep with my hands I rubbed across her stomach and she moaned and pushed down hard against me. I found a spot she likes.
I began alternating, rubbing her breasts and then her stomach. She began rocking harder on me. In just minutes her face tightened, a look of almost pain crossed her face and then she jerked her hips on me, I felt her nails sink into my chest. Her vagina went into spasm around me. It felt so tight, like she had me in her fist. I watched her as she closed her eyes tight and moan, only to open them for a moment, look at me, and then close them again. After about thirty seconds she collapsed on my chest gasping for air.
When she had recovered sufficiently she began moving back against me. I had been on the edge watching her and it took me just a few minutes before I came again. When I had finished we lay there, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
I don’t know who fell asleep first this time. I only know that when I woke there was light coming in through the window and I was alone in bed. I turned on my side and saw her across the room. She had her panties on and was pulling the sundress down over her head. With a little shake of her hips she had it on and in place. Her hair was a bit disheveled and she began to comb it with her fingers. She was beautiful even in the morning.
She slipped her sandals on her feet and then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I reached out to take her hand in mine. What could I say to her that she would understand? How could I tell her I thought I was in love with her? Did she love me or was this just a lark? She reached out with her other hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. We sat there for a moment just looking at each other; her other hand against my cheek.
I knew she wouldn’t understand but I needed to tell her anyway. I looked up into her eyes and said, “I love you”.
She looked at me for several seconds and then a big smile appeared on her face. She said, “I love you too. I have to go now but I’ll be back at sunset”.
My mouth fell open. I was speechless. She spoke perfect English. Not even a trace of an accent. Before I could say anything else she got up and was out the door. I flung the sheet aside, got up and quickly put on a pair of shorts. By the time I got to the patio she was halfway across the grass. I watched her walking quickly away just for a moment before I was able to get out a weak sounding “What, how”?
At the edge of the grass she stopped and turned to look back at me. She waved and called back to me, “My name is Sara”. She smiled, turned, and hurried away. I could hear her laugh, the same as the one when she was kicking her feet in the surf, as she walked across the sand.
Once she was out of sight I returned to the house to take a shower and get ready for tonight’s sunset.
Epilogue
As Sara walked across the sand she thought of the things she still needed to accomplish in the next couple of hours. A final cleanup of the house was in order. It was really nice of her friends to loan her their rental house for the week. She still needed to get a couple of presents for her children but she could do that on the way to the airport. And she still needed to get packed.
She followed the path as it turned to the left away from the beach and went up a slight rise to the house where she was staying. She paused and looked back. From here she could just see over the rise and watched as Paul walked back into his house. She wished her husband were more like Don; a bit leaner, a bit taller, a few years younger and better in bed. What a coincidence, their having the same first name. She smiled and went on into the house and closed the door behind her.

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DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MEAT AND FISH

What is the difference between meat and fish?
Ans: If you beat your fish, it will die.

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Twincest Sabrina and Katrina’s Story Part 4

When we last left the twins Bree had made the decision to go through with having an intimate relationship with her sister Trina. Although Bree was nervous about the idea the two finally got “down to business” and Trina performed oral sex on her. Now its Bree’s turn to return the favor. How do you think she’ll do?

Based on real events: The Ultimate Revenge

He watched as she walked away with him. It was the Fourth of July, and with fireworks blasting in the background, all he could do was see his girlfriend walking away with another guy. They had been together for 2 years and even lost their virginity to each other, but none of that mattered now. With his stomach churning, Jay could hardly move. Suddenly, calmly, he sensed a mounting excitement. He knew this wasn’t the last he would see of Lauren. She would pay, no matter how long it took.
Jay took out his computer and sat down at his dorm room desk. He pulled up his favorite porn site and started to beat off. Out of nowhere, a girl popped her head in the doorway.
“Hi I’m Natalie. What’s your name?”
Jay scrambled to hide his boner.
“I’m Jay,” he weakly managed.
Natalie gave him a knowing look and slipped in his room.
“You know Jay rumor has it you’re from Los Angeles. I LOVE California boys. Out here in the Midwest we don’t get too many hot surfers.”
Jay could feel his cock getting harder. He wasn’t at all nervous, he’d seen Natalie in her room when he first arrived and knew he was going to fuck her. He just didn’t know how long it would take.
“Well,” Jay said, “I am a surfer and a drummer. So I ride in the morning and hit it at night.”
Natalie gave a nervous laugh and bit her lip. Suddenly, Jay got up, closed his door and look directly into Natalie’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” Natalie asked looking concerned.
Jay just smiled. He looked at Natalie’s body. She was by no means perfect, but he liked that. The girls who know they aren’t the hottest are usually the ones who will let you fuck them in the ass. He was going to fuck this little slut in every one of her holes, and he was going to do it soon.
“Get on your knees Natalie,” Jay commanded.
Natalie felt scared. She knew he wasn’t going to let her leave until he got what he wanted, but she didn’t care. She was so used to abuse she almost craved it. All her life, every man she had ever known had hurt her, and instead of feeling sorry for herself, she succumbed to it. Pain was easy to find, and since she had learned to love it she never had a problem getting off.
“Jay…I don’t know…I mean we just met…”
Jay felt no sympathy.
“Get on your knees now you little slut. Don’t make me ask you again.”
Natalie slowly did what she was told. She could already feel herself getting wet. She looked up at Jay who was rubbing the outside of his shorts. Please hurt me Jay, she thought to herself. I want to be your little whore.
Jay pulled down his shorts to reveal his 7” cock. He looked down at Natalie and felt angry arousal. He grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. He didn’t want her to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck her throat. He was surprised at how deep he was able to go without her gagging, but he could feel her stomach rejecting his member. As his boner get as hard and straight as it could, he gave one final thrust down her throat. He could feel her whole body convulse as she gagged and coughed up all over his cock. Jay pulled out, slapped her little red face and said,
“This is only the beginning. Do not fight me.”
Natalie was getting wetter every second. She wanted to be a college slut more than anything, and Jay was letting her know just how easy that could be. She would do anything he told her to.
“Now,” Jay ordered,” lick my asshole.”
Jay laid down on his back, legs up and forced Natalie head between his legs. He mashed her head into his asshole as he jerk himself off. She started slowly at first, but after he slapped her, she finally started really tonguing. He was in heaven. He suddenly remembered his whore ex-gf and decided now was a good time to pay her back. He stood up and told Natalie to get on all fours. She did as she was told and tried to catch his breath. Jay pulled out his phone and dialed Lauren’s number. As it began to ring, he bent down and slowly started to fuck Natalie tight little pussy.
Natalie could hardly contain herself. He Jay thrust in and out of her, she screamed his name over and over. Then she heard a voice say “Hello? Jay is that you?”
Suddenly, Natalie realized what was happening. She screamed at the top of her lungs. JAY FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK!!!”
Jay was surprised but Natalie’s compliance, but knew he had to hurt Lauren more deeply. He took at his cock, and with one labored thrust, he stuck his whole cock into Natalie’s ass. Natalie screamed in pain and pleasure. Lauren had never let Jay fuck her ass before, and he wanted to hear Natalie scream.
Natalie was about to orgasm. She leaned into the phone and screamed as she came: OH YAH FUCK THAT LITTLE ASS JAY! FUCK MAMA IN HER TIGHT DIRTY HOLE!”
Jay was really hammering Natalie and couldn’t believe Lauren hadn’t hung up. He knew he had to hurt her one last time. As he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of Natalie’s ass and into her pussy. He rammed his cock as deep as it would go into her pussy and released every molecule of his juice into her pussy. He came over and over and covered he cervix with his cum.
Natalie begged him to fill her up. She had cum twice and was more than happy to have her pussy filled with Jay’s cream. As she pulled out, she heard the girl on the phone sobbing. Natalie smiled. The only thing better than feeling pain was giving it. She looked back at Jay and licked her lips.
Jay picked up the phone and said one last thing to his ex-love:
“Hey Lauren. Go fuck yourself.”

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Blow out the candle

The day is ending, and we are thinning,
light is leaving, and the candle is dimming.
I know what you want, and I can not be truthful,
for how can I tell you that you are painful.
The stars come out, for the sun has set,
but you, I will never forget.
I must leave, give me my heart,
before we tear each other a part.
The night is dark, as you can see,
so let the cold evening, embrace me.
Don’t wish you life into a well,
We cannot be, can’t you tell?
End us now, turn out the light,
push me away, with all your might.
Shut the door, lock the handle,
forget me now, blow out the candle.

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Detention 15 Conclusion Part 1

There was a knock at the door…my mother. I didn’t realize that she had come home. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts of Chris and Luke, that everything around me faded and disappeared. But the sound of her voice brought me back to reality. I wished she had just left me alone, so I could be peacefully miserable with my thoughts. “Brandon, are you in here?”
I thought about being quiet, hoping that she would think I was gone and wouldn’t bother me. But even still, she would’ve opened the door and come into my room anyway. There was really no escaping her. “Yeah,” I said. “Come in.”
My mother walked in. She stood by the doorway as though she didn’t want to come next to me, as though there was something wrong with me. Maybe there was something wrong with me. “You don’t look too good,” she told me.
“I don’t feel too good,” I answered.
“Well, I would ask if you want to talk about it, but knowing you, you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”
A part of me was offended by her statement. Yet she was right. It was rare for me to ever confide in her about anything. “You wouldn’t understand,” I said.
“I can probably understand more than you think I can,” she responded. My mother took a step toward my bed. My sheets still had Luke’s strong body scent on it; I’m surprised she wasn’t able to smell it when she first walked in. ‘Tell me something,” she said. “Anything. I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Do you really?” I asked cynically. I could tell that she was genuinely trying to make an effort to talk to me, but I felt really awkward, like a stranger was in my room.
“I know what’s upsetting you,” my mother told me. She sat at the edge of my bed. My heart fluttered. “It’s that boy,” she said.
I wanted to say ‘Which one?’ I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.
“What happened?” She asked.
I stared out my bedroom window, into the darkness. I remembered lying in bed, naked, with Chris by my side under the covers, looking out the window, into nights full of passion and possibility. Yet when I looked out the window now, all I saw was a cold black night, full of disappointment. “What do you mean what happened?”
“Between you and that boy…what’s his name again?”
“Chris. We got into a fight a while ago.”
“Over what?”
“A lot of stupid things,” I said. I tried not to remember all the hurtful things Chris had told me in the park that night when he broke up with me, but I couldn’t. His words kept repeating themselves in my mind over and over again. My head pounded.
For a while, my mother was silent, and then she asked, more of a statement than a question, “You really care about this boy, don’t you?”
I stared at the ground. “I don’t know how I feel anymore…”
“I think you do,” My mother said, “I just think you’re afraid to admit to yourself how you really feel about him.”
“What do you care anyway?” I said, a bit too bitterly. “It wasn’t like you liked him in the first place. I thought you would be glad I’m not seeing him.”
My mother looked out the window with me. “Not if it means you’re this unhappy,” she said to me. “I can tell that he meant a lot to you. I can tell that he still means a lot to you. Rather you want to admit it or not.”
I really didn’t want to talk about Chris, especially with my mother. However I knew that at some point I would have to address it. I couldn’t keep it locked up inside my mind forever without sinking more and more into depression. “It would be easier if I could hate him,” I told her. “I just wish that I hated him. Even better, I wish I didn’t feel anything for him.
But I can’t hate Chris. The more I try, the harder it gets…I just wish things were simple in my life for once. I don’t know why every goddamn thing has to be so fuc–I don’t know why everything has to be hard all the time. I don’t see why I can’t just like someone and he like me, and there would be no problems.”
“Because then you would be bored,” my mother told me. “Even if you met the most perfect person in the world, who had everything you ever thought you wanted in someone, you would still find something about him that you didn’t like.”
When she said that, I immediately thought of Jason Coleman. I thought of how beautiful, intelligent, and how he had such a good personality. He was my ideal and I had the chance to pursue something with him, but I chose Chris over him. I chose someone I was undeniably, uncontrollably attracted to, but had almost none of the personality characteristics I looked for in guys.
And now I was sitting on my sweat-smelling bed, alone, with my mother doing her best to try and console me. I felt so stupid. I felt so alone. I kept wondering if this was really my life, or was it all just a big fuckin’ joke that the universe was playing on me. I was tired of everything and everyone. “I just want things to be simple for once,” I said aloud, not knowing I had done so.
“Nothing is easy,” my mother said. “Especially when it comes to loving someone.”
I winced when she said the word ‘love’. I wished she hadn’t said it. I wished I didn’t love Chris. I wished we had never done anything to begin with. Because then I wouldn’t have to be alone right now, feeling the way I felt.
“Why don’t you try talking to him?” My mother suggested. “Why don’t you call him?
“I called him, but he didn’t pick up his phone,” I said. “And right now, I don’t really care if I talk to him again or not.”
“Yes, you do,” my mother said. “You’re just upset right now. But you won’t be angry with him forever.”
I thought about that word, ‘forever’. That was the word that had broken Chris and I apart. I hated that word more than I hated the word, ‘love’.
“I don’t know…” I said. “I really don’t wanna think about this any more right now. I think I just rather go to bed now.”
My mother was silent for a few moments and then she stood and walked toward my bedroom door. “Good night,” she said. “I love you.”
I wanted to say it back, but those words didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth. “Me too,” I said. She closed the door. Taking off all my clothes, I climbed into the bed and turned off the lamp beside my bed, leaving the room in total darkness. I don’t know why I decided to go to bed with no clothes on, because I felt cold and the sheets felt hard and stale. As much as I fought against it, I wanted Chris to be here, right beside me.
We hadn’t touched each other in such a long time (or at least if felt like a long time) that I forgot what it felt like to have his body rubbing against mine; I missed how my skin tingled whenever he touched me; I missed his warm breath on the back of my neck; I missed how he used to whisper things into my ear, sending chills down my spine; I missed him fucking me, how it felt to have his big dick inside of me; how Chris would start off slow, and then progressively get faster and harder, ripping me apart; I missed the way he would groan and cry out when he came inside of my ass. I missed the way he would kiss me afterwards.
I missed everything about him, the good parts as well as the bad. I wanted Chris back with me. I wanted him here. But he wasn’t here. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he wasn’t here with me.
* * *
Billy Anderson and Jason Coleman were definitely together. They made it more than obvious. In English class, they sat next to each other, laughing with each other, whispering to each other. As I watched them, I felt a lot of things: On one side I felt glad that Jason had found someone he seemed to be interested in, but at the same time I felt a bit jealous that I wasn’t able to have what Billy and Jason had, with Chris. It was the second day in a row that Chris had not shown up for school. Yesterday I figured that he didn’t come to school because I thought that he didn’t want to see me. Perhaps he hadn’t come to school again for the same reason, but maybe not. Maybe it was something different.
Luke sat three seats ahead of me. Occasionally, he turned around to look at me. He didn’t smile or give me any bad looks, but it was obvious to me that he was still upset that I hadn’t gone as far as he wanted to last night. He was such a beautiful boy and not just his looks. His personality was cool too. And as usual, I had rejected someone who had actual interest in me, over someone who probably didn’t give a fuck about me unless he was looking to fuck.
Luke was right in front of me. Chris wasn’t. Luke was nice to me. Chris wasn’t. Luke seemed like the kind of guy that would be really good to me – I didn’t know if I could say the same thing about Chris. Why was I attracted to someone who brought me such misery instead of someone who respected me? Why did I have such a love affair with pain instead of happiness? I looked over at Billy and Jason, and as I watched them smiling and talking to each other, oblivious to everyone else’s stares or opinions, I felt a little bit of hope that maybe I could have something like that one day. Not a lot of hope – just a little.
After class, I caught up with Luke as he was going to his locker. “Hey, Luke. Can I talk to you for a second?”
Luke turned around. He looked at me as though he had completely forgotten who I was. The recognition came slowly. “Hey,” he muttered. “What do you want?” He didn’t say it in a cruel or annoyed way, but I definitely got the impression that I wasn’t someone he really wanted to be talking to.
I tried smiling but it didn’t work, so I just said, “I just wanted to talk to you…about what happened about last night.” I tried to talk low enough so that the people around us couldn’t hear. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I wasn’t mad at you at all,” Luke said sternly. He opened his locker and jammed his textbook inside.
My heart skipped. I started to feel a bit of reassurance. “Good, `cause I thought you didn’t like me anymore or something.”
Luke glanced at me from the corner of his eye as he shut his locker door and cleared the combination lock. “It’s not like I hate you or somethin’, Brandon.”
“What are you doing after school?” I asked.
“We got detention, remember?”
“I mean afterwards.”
“I don’t know,” Luke said. “Haven’t decided yet.”
“Do you wanna do something?” I asked, nervous to hear his response.
Luke looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. He had such an incredibly perfect smile. “No,” he said.
At first I thought I heard him wrong. I was so expecting him to say yes. “Huh?”
“No,” he repeated, but this time the smile wasn’t there.
“I don’t get it,” I told him. “I thought -”
“That just `cause I like you I would follow you around like a dumb little dog.” Luke shook his head. “I like you, Brandon. But you don’t really like me. Well, not enough for me anyway. I don’t really see the point of you pretendin’ you like me when you don’t. I know who you really like, and it’s not me.” Luke smiled again, not a smile of ridicule, but an actual friendly smile, “I’ll see you later, Brandon.”
He walked off. Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I felt at that moment. I thought about what he had said, which was basically that I had been using him – which I had been doing. Luke was right in saying that I had taken advantage of his liking me without really liking him in return. I didn’t feel embarrassed because Luke had turned me down – because I deserved from the way I had treated him, but because of the way I had treated him, as though he were just someone I could use and throw away when I didn’t need him anymore. Slowly I walked off in the other direction.
* * *
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I looked up and saw Eve towered over me, smoking a cigarette. She looked gorgeous in a pair of tight, low-cut indigo-colored jeans that made it clear that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and a black tube-top that emphasized her lean stomach and nice abs. Eve had better abs than most boys I’d seen. Of course she was out of dress code, but I don’t think any of the faculty had the balls to tell her. She sat down in the grass beside me. She smelled like strawberries. “You look like you’re fuckin’ favorite puppy died or somethin’.”
I laughed even though I didn’t want to. “I’m okay,” I said.
“Don’t give me that fake bullshit. Just tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“I don’t really like talking about my problems to other people,” I told her.
“And I don’t really like hearing other people’s problems,” Eve said. “But tell me before I put this cigarette in your eye.”
“It’s just been a whole lot of shit going on that I’ve had to deal with.”
“I know it has to deal with that dude you’re messin’ with, Chris Green. You two haven’t fucked and made up yet?”
“He hasn’t been to school in the past couple of days. I haven’t been able to talk to him.”
“Do you know where he lives?” Eve asked.
“Yeah, his friend Billy told me last night. I thought about going over there last night. But it was too late -”
“What the fuck do you mean it was too late?” Eve demanded. “If you really fuckin’ like somebody it doesn’t matter what time it is, if it was fuckin’ three o’clock in the mornin’ you would go over there.” When Eve said that, I was reminded of when Chris showed up to my house at three o’ clock and took me to the football field to have sex. Of any of the times that we had been together, that would be the night that always remembered and valued over all the others. She was right. The real reason why I had gone over to Chris’ house wasn’t because it was too late, but because I was afraid to see him.
“Let’s go,” Eve said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Where?” I asked.
“Hollywood,” Eve said sarcastically, “where the fuck do you think? Chris’ house. See if the asshole is there.”
“We can’t go there. I have to be in my physics class in like five minutes.”
“Fuck class. You’re tryin’ to fix a broken relationship. Who gives a fuck about physics?”
“Why do you care so much?” I questioned.
“I don’t,” Eve said. “Just gives me a reason not to be here.”
I smiled again. “What if he’s not there?”
“What if he is?”
“What if he doesn’t wanna see me?”
“What if he does? Stop tryin’ to find fuckin’ excuses not to do the damn thing and just do it.” Eve stood and brushed grass off her ass. “Get up and let’s go.”
I wanted to say, “No, I can’t.” But I figured Eve would come up with a clever response to refute why there was no real reason why I couldn’t go to Chris’ house. A part of me was still scared to see Chris, but at the same time I still wanted to see him. I stood up slowly and began to follow Eve to her fire-colored car. “I can’ believe I’m doin’ this shit.” I opened the car door and climbed inside. I had never skipped a class in all twelve years I had been in school. But it was an important reason to skip.
Eve turned on the ignition, and I nearly jolted out of my seat when the radio blared to life, pumping loud-ass music that I knew would be able to be heard throughout the whole campus. Eve swerved out of the student parking lot and out the gates. I made sure I put on my seat belt. I turned down the volume a little.
“Where does he live?” Eve asked.
“Mosswood Avenue,” I told her. Eve accelerated the speed, paying no attention to the frequent speed bumps. I hit my head on the ceiling of the car a few times. Eve just laughed. After she stopped laughing, she asked, “What are you gonna say to him?”
I hadn’t thought about that at all. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you only got fifteen minutes to figure out.”
“I don’t even know if I really want to see him right now.”
“Too late now,” Eve said. “Besides, you gotta face him at some point anyway. You can try and pretend like it doesn’t bother you, but eventually it eats away at your ass like fuckin’ emotional termites until you feel like you’re fuckin’ goin’ to fall apart. Believe me, I know.”
* * *
We arrived at Chris’ house exactly fifteen minutes later as Eve said he would. His house was a lot smaller than mine, and a lot more run-down looking. But just every house on Chris’ block looked rundown, as though monsters lived inside of those houses instead of people. Even though it was daylight and nobody was around, I still felt a bit scared about getting out of the car.
“Go ahead,” Eve said.
I wanted to ask, “Can’t you come with me,” but that would’ve sounded stupid. I just looked at the house for a long time. I didn’t see Chris’ truck parked in the driveway or parked along the street. For some reason I didn’t take that as a major sign that he wasn’t home. Cautiously, I got out of the door and walked up to Chris’ porch. I could hear my heart beating. Once I got to his door, I thought about turning around and heading right back toward Eve’s car. But I didn’t. I rang the bell and tried to look casual.
A minute passed and Chris didn’t come to the door. I figured that maybe he was sleep and hadn’t heard me ringing the doorbell, so I rang it again. Again, I waited – patiently. He still didn’t come to the door. He wasn’t home. His truck wasn’t anywhere to be seen and nobody came to the door. Chris wasn’t there. I had missed class to come see him and he wasn’t even home. Behind me, I heard Eve honk her horn and yell out the window, “Is he there?”
Disappointed, I turned around to go back to the car – when the door opened. I was a little startled because I wasn’t expecting anyone to answer. The man who answered the door wasn’t Chris, but looked a lot like him if Chris were about twenty-five years older. The man looked cold and emotionless, as though he had lost his soul years ago.
He must’ve been good-looking when he was younger, like Chris was now, but there was so much anger and pain etched into his face that it was difficult to see the parts of the man that were once attractive. It was obvious to me that I was looking at Chris’ father. He stared at me with such hateful eyes, as though I had personally done something horrible to him. I wish I had gone back to Eve’s car sooner, because now I felt frozen. I couldn’t move.
“Who are you?” Chris’ father demanded.
I could barely talk. “…I know Chris. He’s a friend…I know Chris…”
The hatred in the man’s eyes intensified when I said Chris’ name.
“Is he home?” I asked, more than a bit frightened to hear his response.
Mr. Green just stared at me with his penetrating dark eyes. I looked at him and hoped that Chris wouldn’t look like his father when he got to be his age. I hoped Chris didn’t look so perpetually enraged and hollow. “No,” Mr. Green said sharply. “He’s not here.” He was about to slam the door in my face, but I stopped him by asking:
“Do you know where he went?”
“No, I don’t know where he went,” Mr. Green said just as sternly. I was expecting him to finish the sentence with “And I don’t give a fuck either.”
I took a step back. “Well, if he comes back, can you tell him that Brandon came by?”
Mr. Green looked at me as if I were the stupidest person that ever existed. “That boy won’t be comin’ back here. Not to my house.” He said it so emphatically and with so much spirit, that there was no doubt that he was absolutely serious. “If you got anything to say to him, I suggest you find him wherever he might be.” Mr. Green slammed the door shut, leaving me out on the porch, intimidated and bewildered. I stood there on the porch for about another minute before I turned and went back to the car.
“Who was that man?” Eve asked as I closed the car door.
“His father.”
“What did he say?”
I didn’t say anything. The only thing I could think was: No wonder why Chris is the way he is.
To be continued…

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6 – Senior Year – Part 3

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. You might find yourself lost with character names or interactions. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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After my night with Alexa, we both felt like it was so right, but we knew the repercussions would be pretty extreme. Emily and all of the females we generally hung out with were kind of catty individuals – the kinds who are very into their appearance. Even though most of the guys in our group were pretty laid back, the girls could be downright bitches if they wanted to be. They looked down on the ‘less popular’ people in our school, which wasn’t really saying much. For the most part, everyone in our grade of like eighty people got along pretty well. Not everyone hung out together outside of school, but any one of them was welcome at a party. That being said, the girls definitely felt the need to talk shit about other girls behind their backs for various reasons; clothing choices (outside of school), girls’ boyfriends, general appearance. It’s really something I’ve never been fond of, but back then I didn’t really do anything about it. It didn’t affect me, so whatever.
Alexa and I decided to just do what we could when the opportunity presented itself. Spring Break went somewhat awkwardly. There were ten people going – three couples, myself, another guy Hunter (who was gay), and Seth and Alexa. Alexa had dumped Seth due to his general douchebaggery only a couple weeks before we went to Mexico. Two couples agreed to share a room, I guess because they were fine with having sex with other people right beside them. One couple got a room to themselves, which I’m sure they appreciated. That left Alexa, Seth, Hunter and myself to split the last two rooms we had. Initially the plan became that Alexa would room with Hunter, and I would room with Seth, but Alexa had a novel solution that allowed us to flip that plan around. Claiming that her “Christian values” dictated that Hunter made her very uncomfortable, and that Seth was such an asshole to her, if I could switch rooms with Hunter, that would be ideal. Looking back, I’m pretty sure Hunter knew her excuse was bullshit, but he was a really laid back dude, and had no problems with it – he didn’t act hostile towards Alexa in any way after that. So we spent a week and a half together, partying with the group during the day, before returning to our room together at night to continue our fun time alone.
About a month later, I think it was mid-April or so, I got accepted to the university that was my first choice, as had Bill – we immediately planned to room together, since we’d been great friends since preschool. This news could not have come at a better time – I got the news on a Wednesday or Thursday, and my birthday was on the Friday. My family took me out to celebrate the good news, and I had big plans for my eighteenth birthday for the weekend.
As school let out Friday, I talked over my plans with Emily, and she assured me that she had some things worked out to fill in any gaps there may be. The first thing I was planning on doing was going to my friend’s house to get baked. This was a regular part of my life for a number of years at this point, and it became habitual that we would go get high right after class on Friday – it’s always good to start the weekend off on a high, we would joke.
Later in the evening, I was at home, getting ready to go out, when my Emily called me somewhat unexpectedly.
“Hey, Rob, there’s been a slight change in plans,” she explained.
“Huh?” I asked, kind of confused – everything had been laid out a couple hours before.
“You need to pick up Alexa before you come to dinner is all – her car isn’t working.”
“I don’t have time for this,” I sighed.
“We pushed the reservation back thirty minutes, it’s fine. Can you please just leave soon and pick her up and meet us at the restaurant?”
“K,” I responded, pressing the end call button
—–
Thirty minutes later, Alexa was running down the steps of her dad’s rental house and jumping into the passenger seat of my minivan.
“What’s going on, Alexa?” I asked.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on, we’re going for dinner.”
“What are you talking about?” I was a little skeptical of her reaction. “I meant like ‘how’s it going?’”
“Oh, I’m good. Fine.”
Leaning over, I kissed her gently, before reading out and holding her hand, our fingers intertwined, as started to drive towards the restaurant for dinner.
“So what IS going on,” I asked, smiling and keeping my eyes on the road.
“Nothing’s going on,” she answered, a little too quickly.
“Emily and Christie have planned another huge surprise party for someone’s birthday, haven’t they?” I asked. Christie was the Events Coordinator for the Student Council, and all year she had been trying to plan massive surprise birthdays at restaurants. Honestly, after the first couple, everyone saw this coming a mile away. Not everyone in the grade showed up to these dinners – it was usually only the person’s closer friends and a few others – maybe twenty to thirty people, but it was still a nice gesture.
Alexa’s lack of response was very telling.
“It’s fine, I’ll sarcastically act surprised, like people would expect,” I laughed.
Squeezing my hand, she sighed.
“I don’t get how it’s supposed to be a surprise when Christie organizes one for every weekend,” she answered finally.
“I hate this shit, though. It’s fine when it’s other people’s birthdays, but I don’t really like being the center of attention,” I let go of her hand, pulling over, still in a residential area.
“Please, Rob? I promised Emily I’d get you to dinner.”
“You know, we have plenty of time,” I grinned at her. “It only takes ten more minutes to get there, and Emily told me the reservation had been pushed back half an hour.”
“You’re kidding,” she looked at me.
“Well…” I drifted off, pulling her hand to my jeans-covered cock.
“Rob, I’m just… I’m not comfortable doing it out here. Anyone could walk by. What if a police officer saw us?”
I guess I had gotten used to just fucking wherever and whenever was convenient. I’d had sex in broom closets, cars, offices, bathrooms… the only place I’d made love to Alexa was in a bed, where no one could see us. It hadn’t occurred to me that she was a private person. Almost every girl I’d been with to this point was fine just bending over and taking it. Alexa was different. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just orgasms. It was me making her feel special. It was a display of actual emotional feelings.
“I’m sorry, Alexa,” I said, feeling genuine disgust with myself over the sheer number of meaningless sexual encounters I’d had with some of the sluttiest girls I knew.
“It’s ok. How much time DO we have?”
“Not enough to get somewhere private and make it on time.”
“Just turn around and go back to my house,” she answered.
“What?”
“Just do it, I’ll handle this,” she commanded.
Turning around, I started driving back to her place, wondering what was going on.
“Emily? Hey, it’s Alexa. Ya, I’m with Rob.” I was assuming what she was being asked based on her responses. “No, we’re going to be a bit late. I don’t know like maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Ya, well Rob got a flat tire on my street, so he’s just changing it right now. We’ll be there, just… Ya, I’ll put him on.”
The phone being pressed into my ear, I didn’t know how to act.
Grunting to pretend I was working, I finally spoke, “Ya? Oh hey, babe. Ya, I think I drove over some broken glass or something, the tire is kinda fucked. Ya, I’m working on it. I know – I’m sorry too. I’ll get this done as soon as I can,” I spoke, before the phone was pulled from my ear as we pulled into Alexa’s driveway.
“Ok Em, we’ll be there as soon as we can. I’ll let you know when we’re back on the road,” Alexa said, before hanging up.
Running inside, and upstairs, we were both naked less than a minute later, hands roaming, rediscovering parts of each other that we felt like we hadn’t touched in years. Sitting on her bed, Alexa pulled my cock to her mouth, getting me at full attention, before reaching into a hidden spot under bed and pulling out a condom.
“Nicely hidden away,” I laughed.
“My dad would probably be cool with it, but I don’t want to take a chance,” she replied, pulling me onto the bed.
Quickly, she’d rolled the condom down, making sure it was as far as it was go before straddling me, the fingers of both our hands intertwined once more, as she slowly lowered herself onto my ready cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Alexa cried, her pussy slowly expanding to meet my size.
I started to push up into her, trying to get all the way in – it had been a while since we’d been able to do this. Letting go of her hands, I grabbed her hips, trying to force myself further in. Two hands on my chest stopped me.
“Slower, Rob. We’ve got a bit of time,” she purred at me, before lowering her chest to mine and kissing me passionately.
One hand went to the back of her head, pulling her into me, forcing the kiss to last forever. My other hand, pawed at her plump behind, pulling the cheek to the side, as we lay unmoving, her pussy doing all the work.
Hearing a phone ring, I looked over and saw that Emily was calling again.
“You can’t ignore it, Alexa,” I sighed, as Alexa climbed off and grabbed her phone.
“What?” I heard. “No, we don’t need help, Rob is almost done changing it already. It would be a waste of time – Bill would get halfway here and probably have to turn right around. We’re fine, I think Rob is putting the screw things back on right now,” she looked at me, panicked. “Ok, see you soon,” she bit her bottom lip, unsure of her next step.
Standing up beside her, I picked her up at the waist, and her legs instinctually wrapped around me. Lowering her to the bed, I started to hammer her hard and fast – there wasn’t time if we wanted to do this anymore. Feeling her nails digging into my back, I grabbed her under each armpit, gaining more leverage to fuck her harder and faster.
“Oh Rob!” she screamed, before I kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth
Moments later, I felt it coming, and told her so. Pushing me up, she grabbed the condom off me and took me in her mouth, letting my hot semen coat her mouth and throat. I kept thrusting into her mouth even after I stopped shooting, before she finally stood up. Smiling beautifully, she pulled my head down and stood on tiptoes, kissing me on the cheek.
“Did you cum?” I asked her. Every time we’d made love, she had at least twice – usually she did like four or five times.
“No, but that’s ok. Happy Birthday, Rob,” she said, love in her eyes.
Getting dressed quickly, we got back in my van as fast as we could.
—–
Dinner was boring, to put it delicately. As much as I enjoyed spending time with the people I went to school with, I really just wanted to be with Alexa for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to sit through a dinner with twenty-five people (including that asshole Mark) and feign interest in what was going on. The worst part of it all is that Emily had her arm hooked around mine for most of the meal, laying claim to her man – her man whose heart wasn’t in it anymore. Was it ever? I thought so at a time. With this declaration of ownership, I could see the pain in Alexa’s eyes. The realization that, while she and I were making love, I was still returning to Emily and fucking her multiple times a week. That must have been killing her, and at one point she excused herself from the table, and looked like she was about to cry.
“Isn’t anyone going to see if she’s ok?” I asked, looking around.
“She’s fine, Rob,” Emily reassured me.
Nice best friend she was. I waited a minute, before standing up.
“Gonna hit the john,” I declared, pushing my chair back.
No one was even really paying attention – everyone was in conversation, many talking about the recent wave of acceptance letters that had gone out this week.
Heading over to the bathroom, I noticed Alexa sitting on the sidewalk outside, her feet in the parking lot. I ducked out the side door of the restaurant, and went and sat with her.
“Are you ok?”
“Ya, I’m fine. It’s hard.”
“I know. I can see it’s hurting you,” I told her, delicately trying to take her hand in mine.
“You know, but you’re still with her. And I can’t do anything,” she started to sob uncontrollably.
“Alexa, it’s… I don’t know what the fuck to do,” I said. It was true.
“I know,” she cried between breaths. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go back inside.”
I wanted to tell her that I thought I loved her. I knew I did. Everything else in my life just kind of happened. I went to school. I had a girlfriend. I had sex. I worked during the summer. Nothing until my feelings for Alexa felt so right. It felt like it was just what I was doing. Shit just sort of fell into my lap, and I didn’t really care. But Alexa… I couldn’t process the feelings into anything other than ‘meant to be’, as corny as it is.
Standing up, she started walking back into the restaurant, looking back at me.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“In a minute,” I said. “Go ahead.”
I sat there for a while, unsure of myself. I had missed my opportunity to tell her how I really felt. How could I? We’d had sex maybe twenty times over two months. In that same time, I’d fucked my girlfriend probably ten more times than that. How can you tell someone you love them when you’re willingly engaging in sexual relations with another person… let alone their best friend?
“Are you ok, dude?” Bill had come to find me.
“No,” I answered, not looking at him.
“What’s wrong, bud? It’s your birthday! You’re eighteen today. What could be better?”
“I don’t even know how to talk about it. I don’t know IF I can talk about it.”
“You wanna get out of here?”
“Like just bail?”
“Well, go say you’re not feeling well and I’m gonna drive your van home for you or something. Let’s go roll and just talk,” he offered.
I agreed, heading back inside momentarily, to offer my thanks for everyone’s attendance.
—–
An hour or so later, I had explained to him everything (with the exception of Mrs. Curtis – I didn’t really feel that part was at all relevant to what was going on with me and my feelings for Alexa).
“I still don’t know what to say, man,” Bill told me. “That’s pretty heavy.”
“What would you do?” I asked him, seeking any advice available.
“What can you do?” he sighed with me. “If you leave Emily, you can’t date Alexa… like ever… at least not for the rest of the school year. That’s like some reverse bro code shit or something.”
“Ya, but I don’t really want to be miserable for the last two months of school, either,” I replied.
We both sat there, thinking for a while.
“It’s shitty, dude,” he finally said. “You need to end things with Emily, either way. If she’s cheating on you, which it sounds like she is, that’s fucked up. But you still can’t use that as an excuse to suddenly start dating her best friend, either.”
“So what now? Every time I’m with Alexa, I just want to kiss her and hold her hand, and be happy together. I can’t do that at school, and I can’t do that out of school because if I’m with Alexa, it’s typically because Emily is involved somehow.”
“Well first things, first. Break up with Emily. Then we’ll figure out part two,” he responded.
“I’m not breaking up with her over the phone. I’ll do it in private this weekend or something.”
“Maybe you and Alexa can be together, just not in the presence of other people?” Bill suggested.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Sitting up, he got very excited.
“No, seriously dude, this is easy. Listen – you’re going to be pretty depressed about breaking up with Emily, right?”
“Not really,” I began, before Bill cut me off.
“No, obviously not really, dumbass. But that’s what people are going to expect. There’d be no way people would expect you to be happy right after breaking up with your girlfriend.”
“Ok?” I asked, trying to follow his plan.
“Well, so it’d be easy for you to spend time with Alexa then. Just tell people you’re not really interested in doing anything and you want to be alone.”
“And what about Alexa?” I asked him.
“What about her?”
“Won’t she have to console her best friend after she gets dumped?”
“If she’s really cheating on you with Mark, I guarantee she’ll be fine within a couple days, dude,” he answered.
“Ya, that’s true,” I said, getting my phone out of my pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Alexa,” I mumbled, concentrating on the phone.
A minute later, I looked back up at Bill.
“I’m gonna go dude.”
“You alright?” he asked.
“Ya, I’m gonna go see Alexa. I need to talk to her.”
“Alright, brother. Drive safe,” he grinned at me.
—–
A while later, I pulled up at Alexa’s house, knocking on the door.
“Hey Rob,” I was greeted by Mr. Allen – I completely didn’t realize he would be here.
“Uhh, hey, Mr. Allen,” I stammered.
“Kind of late to be showing up, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Well it’s a Friday and, uhh… Sorry. Is… Do you think I could talk to Alexa for a minute?”
“Is she expecting you, Rob?”
“I don’t think so, but it’s really important. I need to thank her for all her help in getting me into university,” I lied.
“Let me go see if she’s decent,” he answered. “Come on in.”
I stood nervously in the front hall of this house, each second feeling like twenty minutes.
Two minutes later, Mr. Allen came back downstairs.
“Rob, she’ll be down in a couple minutes, but she looks upset. I’m going to be in the kitchen if you need anything.” He said, obviously implying that he would be monitoring us.
As Alexa came down the stairs, I could tell she had been crying. Her face was red, her eyes were puffy, and the obvious sign was that her makeup was a mess. Despite all of that, I still couldn’t help smiling when I saw her.
“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked her, trying to get her to look at me.
“I don’t think now’s a good time, Rob. After tonight…” she trailed off.
“Please? I need to say some things to you. Just for a minute. I’ll leave after that,” I said softly.
“Fine. Just for a minute,” she answered, standing there.
“Can we do it privately?” I could see Mr. Allen watching us from the kitchen.
“Is it important?”
“Super,” I replied.
“Dad, we’re going downstairs for a minute,” she hollered over her shoulder. “It’s fine,” she added.
Following her into the basement, I closed the door behind us.
Looking at me in the eyes finally, I stroked her cheek with my knuckle.
“Well?” she asked me, tears starting to form again.
“I’m going to break up with Emily,” I told her.
“That’s it? You drove all the way here to tell me you’re breaking up with your girlfriend? That still doesn’t help, Rob!” she started to raise her voice at me.
“There’s more,” I said, trying to calm her down.
“What’s the point? We know it’s not going to work,” she turned to go back upstairs.
Grabbing her arm, I spun her into me, and looked down at her.
“Alexa… I love you.”
She stared at me, tears pouring out of her eyes.
“Don’t, Rob,” she cried.
“No. I love you. You have to know that I love you,” I begged her, tears forming in my eyes as well.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, sitting on the steps.
“Because I need you to know,” I sputtered. “I don’t care about anything else. I’ve never felt like anything was right in my life. I just kind of went with the flow.”
I got on my knees in front of her, taking her hands in mine.
“You need to know, this isn’t me saying that what we have is beautiful. This is me telling you, I’m yours.”
She stared at me for a second, before standing up – I quickly followed.
“So…” she started.
“So,” I answered.
“How are we going to be together?”
“I mean… I hadn’t thought that part through all the way, but I can spend time with you outside of school if you want.”
“What good is that, Rob? I maybe have a guy who’s the best thing in my life, and I have to do it in private?”
“I thought you’d be a little happier,” I confessed.
“I’m happy that you love me. I’m happy you’re not going to waste your time with Emily anymore. I’m happy that you drove over here to tell me all of this. But if it doesn’t help us be together, what’s the point?” she asked again.
“What do you want me to do?” I was weeping uncontrollably. “I’ll do it. Just tell me what it is.”
“I don’t know… can I think about it?” she asked.
Here I was, crying my eyes out, having just told the woman I knew was meant for me that I loved her and was willing to do anything for that love, and she needed to think about it. How foolish was I? How did not see this coming when I was talking to Bill.
“I… I guess?” I answered weakly.
The next few minutes were like a blur. I walked halfway up the steps, kissed her goodbye, and then kept walking. I left her house, and drove home, and don’t remember any of it happening.
—–
The next morning, I left Emily a message, asking if I could come by later.
When I did get to see her, I was pretty blunt about things.
“Look, Emily… I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. I know we were thinking there was going to be some fairytale goodbye at the end of summer, but you’re going to a different school than me next year. I’m not happy, and I just don’t think it’s fair to either of us if we keep this going,” I told her.
She was understandably a little mad, but definitely more surprised.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, walking outside to my van. I had definitely been doing a lot of apologizing lately.
Driving home, not even five minutes later, I got a call from Alexa.
“I didn’t think you were seriously going to break up with her,” she said. “At least not that fast.”
“Ya, well. I dunno.”
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m fine. I’m just gonna go home and work out or something,” I told her, not really wanting to talk to her until she had made a decision.
I didn’t know what to do. I’d just broken up with my only girlfriend I’d had to that point, with no certainty that I would even be involved with the girl who I cared so much about. I didn’t hear anything the rest of the weekend.
—–
Monday morning came, and I was really not looking forward to seeing Emily, and even more worried about seeing Alexa. I hadn’t talked to her in two days, and hadn’t seen her since Friday night. I could deal with Emily giving me the gears over my sudden decision, but waiting for news, be it good or bad, is always the most frustrating thing.
“Hey, Asshole,” Emily greeted me as I walked towards my locker.
Sighing, I just put my head down and decided to power through the day. I didn’t see Alexa that morning, and we didn’t have any classes together, so who knew when I would see her next. I did, however, have a lot of classes with Emily, so that was pleasant. Every time I even looked in her direction, I was met with a death stare, and a few whispered ‘fuck you’s. I did my best to ignore her, at least until the angry attention turned to indifference.
During lunch that day I had orchestral band practice, and since our spring concert was coming up, Alexa was working in the theater booth. She didn’t take music, despite being incredibly talent at the saxophone, but she worked the booth for most of the productions put on by the school – part of her grade in drama depended on it. Since I was in percussion, there typically long periods of time (sometimes entire lunches) where I had to be there, but not play a thing while the music teacher worked on specific sections. I used one of these breaks to walk up to the back of the theater, and duck out the door and into the booth.
“Hey,” I whispered to her, realizing she was alone in there.
“Hey,” she whispered back, making sure the lighting setup was fine for what was going on.
“Look, I know it’s only been a couple days, but do you have anything for me?” I asked, hopeful for a response.
“Ya, I think I do,” she answered, turning to smile at me for a second.
“Well?” I asked a minute or so later.
“Sorry, I’m trying to concentrate,” she answered. “Can you meet me after school, so we can talk?”
“Ya, but only for like a minute. I have other band practice after school today.”
“Hmm. I can’t stay here that late. Can we talk on the phone later?”
“I guess. I can come over or something, too. Maybe we could go out for dinner if you want?”
“That would be ok. Do you want to just come over and I’ll make something?”
“That would be fantastic,” I replied. “Just let me know when and I’ll be over – practice is usually done before six.”
“PERCUSSION!” I heard the yell from the stage.
“Oh shit, I gotta go,” I turned to leave.
“Rob,” Alexa said, getting my attention quickly.
“Ya?”
“I love you too,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
If I thought I was a bit hazy on my weekend, I could not for the life of me tell you what happened the rest of that day. I’m pretty sure between the two band practices I fucked up about a hundred times in only a couple hours, but I didn’t really care – I was on cloud nine.
—–
I arrived at Alexa’s with some roses, still feeling giddy as can be. It was like I was a kid again going to Disney World for the first time and seeing Goofy chilling in the Magic Kingdom.
She had made some pasta with chicken in it – the pasta wasn’t cooked perfectly, but it really didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that we couldn’t stop smiling at each other. This just felt so right that I’m surprised I never noticed a spark between us before. She must have, but I always found her presence somewhat irritating in the past, because it meant I wasn’t alone with Emily.
After dinner, we went for a walk, just holding hands, and enjoying the darkness. We would stop to kiss every so often, and we knew we weren’t going to be noticed by anyone we went to school with. The closest person in our class was probably Emily, who was a good fifteen-minute drive away – most other people lived within five to ten minutes of the school.
As we made our way back inside, we knew it was getting late – at least for a school night. My parents were ok with me not showing up on weekends, but they weren’t so thrilled if I stayed out too late during the week.
“My dad’s not going to be home until late – he had a dinner meeting way outside the city,” Alexa told me, shyly smiling at me, while she twisted a little back and forth.
“You don’t say,” I laughed, checking my watch. “I dunno, Alexa. Tonight was perfect, but it’s getting kinda late.”
“Well, you should probably go, then, shouldn’t you?” she asked me, before pulling me closely and snuggling into my chest.
“I gueeeeess I can stay for a bit,” I leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. “If you insist,” I laughed, allowing her to lead me upstairs.
As we entered her room, she told me to close to lie on her bed and relax. Lying down beside me, Alexa wrapped her leg over mine, and threw her arm over my chest, kissing me on the neck.
“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” I sighed, enjoying the feeling of her next me.
“Me too,” she purred at me, unbuckling my belt.
I lifted my hips to let her get my pants off, before sitting up and taking my shirt off. As I sat there in just my boxers, she straddled me, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. The only second our mouths were apart for the next ten minutes were when I lifted her shirt over her head.
As she rocked her hips back and forth on my still covered cock, she aggressively bit my lip, causing me to let out a rather loud moan. I thought I knew how to kiss well before, but Alexa made it an art form, using every part of her mouth in ways I had barely tried before.
Pushing her back, I rose up, dropping my boxers before I continued to grind on her for a moment, before she pushed me back to take her jeans and thong off. She lay back, handing me a condom and spreading her legs to grant me access. Slipping the condom on, I lowered myself once more to her, taking in every inch of her body with my eyes and nose, tasting as many parts as I could.
“I love you, Rob,” she whispered to me, as my face once again met hers.
“I love you too,” I answered, entering her for the first time as her boyfriend.
Her pussy slowly expanded to fit my cock, her lips squeezing me tightly, but not in a painful way. We locked lips once more, as I slowly began to thrust my prick in and out. Her legs wrapped around, gripping my ass tightly, holding me in her as our tongues danced.
Releasing her breasts from their fortress, I grazed her nipples with my chest, watching happily as her breasts succumbed to gravity
Feeling her legs loosen their grip just slightly, I returned to previous rhythm, picking up speed until the only sounds that could be heard were Alexa’s moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together like a metronome. Her hands grabbed my ass, squeezing roughly, causing me to quicken my pace until she put her hands on my chest.
Once I had pulled out, Alexa got out from beneath me and turned over, lying with her head sideways, her breasts and knees on her bed – the only thing in the air was her juicy, plump ass, beckoning me to return my cock to its home. I grabbed her left cheek with my hand, spreading her open to get a good look at her asshole as I delicately pushed my cock back into her hot pussy.
“I want it hard, baby,” Alexa moaned, her head now buried in pillows.
I answered her request with my actions, grabbing her hips for support. I started to fuck her harder and harder, every smack of our skin echoed with a muffled squeal of ecstasy. I heard her scream out as her pussy grabbed a death hold on my cock, refusing to let it out while her orgasm overtook her. Waiting for her to stop shaking, I gently started to push in and out again, as she recovered from her brief high.
“More,” she cried impatiently into the pillow, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts now.
Spitting on her tasty-looking asshole, I gingerly ran my thumb across the puckered hole, trying to gauge a response. Sensing no discouragement, I decided to gently apply pressure with my thumb as my cock continued to piston and out of her sex.
“Roooob”, Alexa moaned deeply, feeling the intruder at her back door.
Not seeing any reason to stop, I slowly pushed my thumb in, just to the first knuckle. Her pussy started to grip me again, an orgasm likely soon to follow. Moving my small piece of thumb in and out gently, I reached around with my other hand and rubbed her clit to bring her to a second quick orgasm.
Pulling out of both holes, she laid in the same position, breathing heavily for a moment, before looking back at me and asking what the hell I just did?
“Not ok?” I responded.
“Different,” she answered hastily, before pushing me onto my back
Straddling me once again, Alexa dropped quickly onto my still hard member, trying to coax me towards an orgasm of my own. I was pushing up lightly every time she dropped on me again, and playing with her tits, when she grabbed my hands.
“Which one was it?” she asked.
“What?” I responded, my breathing starting to get heavier.
“Which finger?” she asked again.
“This one,” I said, showing her my thumb.
Slamming her pussy down onto my cock harder and faster, she took my hand which was trying to return to her nipple, and brought it up to her mouth. Her mouth was now suctioning the thumb, which minutes ago was inside her asshole, as she looked into my eyes, lust burning inside hers.
This girl had been a virgin just a couple months ago, and here she was, riding my cock like she’d been doing it for years. The sight of my thumb, coupled with the knowledge of where it had just been, was enough to push me over the edge, and I came hard, as she kept licking every inch of that thumb.
She brought her lips to mine, kissing me gently with closed lips, as my cock still twitched inside her.
Lying there satisfied, I could finally feel confident that my girlfriend was the right girl for me, and that there was no way I could ever do the things I had done behind Emily’s back to Alexa… could I?
———-
Author Note: I couldn’t figure out how to find a balance between the erotic literature and the story telling while fitting my entire senior year tale into just three stories. There’s more to tell, but I don’t really want to spoil the fun, so I won’t say anything more than there being one or maybe two stories left.
Some of the comments have indicated there isn’t enough sex, and I would just like to take the time to say that this isn’t really a ‘sex series,’ as you may see in other parts of the site. There will be sex in every story, but my writing style does not really work with copious amounts of sex in the story. I write my stories in the shape of many of my favorite stories on this site. I enjoy building the erotic tension, and the story, which allows (in my opinion) for the character interaction to actually be meaningful. My goal isn’t just to get a bunch of guys and girls to orgasm immediately, but to help them get there using their imaginations and the text before them.
Also, I would just like to point out now (so some people hopefully save themselves some time in the comments section): there will be no one getting pregnant in this series. I will not have sex with my mother in this series. These are stories that are mostly accurate and based on my sexual experiences growing up. I understand the desire for that in many stories (a lot of the best written stories on this site do contain incest), but that is not something that I will be writing about any time soon. I have my story to tell (over many installments) before I even contemplate that.

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