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Cave Exploring

Sister and Brother explore a cave in a foreign country. Brother needs “medical” help. Sister to the rescue..

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Sophomore year part 2

I agreed to stay with ms. Cook and her daughter for one week. I thought it would be nice to have electricity and hot water for a change. She even said she would let me bring kona. I just had to be good….
We walked out of the woods together. It was a very awkward walk that seemed to drag on forever. Probably because this was my fucking teacher that I just masturbated for. That usually is kind of awkward right? She tried to break the tension by talking. She was asking me where I think my mother was and why no one was taking care of me. I couldn’t answer it. I had no idea where she was or why she left me. Honestly I didn’t give a fuck. I was fine on my own. I was alive and fine. Sure the feeling of being abandoned got to me but that’s what the drugs and alcohol were for.
When we came out of the woods I saw the car I had been seeing. Sure enough ms. Cook got in. I told her bye as I walked away.
“Hey get over here! Let me give you a ride to your house.” She said.
I got in the car and told her where to go. The entire ride was silence except for me telling her where to go. Good thing it wasn’t a long ride.
We arrive at my house and she has a slightly disgusted look on her face. I ignored it and got out. I lit a cigarette as I walked to the door. Marlboro red. Even though I was a broke piece of shit, I smoked decent cigarettes. I saw ms cook in the reflection of the glass door as I unlocked it. Standing about ten feet behind me. Hands on her hips with an extremely unhappy look on her face. I turned around and sarcastically said “what?” I was prepared for the guilt trip and judgement about my smoking habit.
“Those things will kill you. You know that right?” Ms cook said.
“I’m already dead inside Ms. cook.”
I don’t know why I said that. No one knew about the feelings in my head. No one knew about how worthless and unwanted I felt. No one knew about the depression and self hate boiling inside me.
“What do you mean?” She said. I could hear the worry in her voice.
“I don’t know man. I’ll come over eventually to stay or whatever.”
“Okay.” She said as she started walking to her car.
I went inside and finished my cigarette. Kona was happy to see me. I threw some food in her bowl and filled her water bowl. That was one spoiled dog. I’d go without eating just so she could eat. I made myself something to eat then began packing. I threw everything I owned in a backpack and called a friend to get him to take kona to ms cooks house later.
I smoked another cigarette and chugged some jack Daniels before I hopped on my motorcycle. It was a Harley Davidson shovel head bobber. My dad was building it before he died. It’s really the only thing left of him that I had. I finished the project as a memorial for him.
I rode over to her house. The jack that I just drank added to everything I smoked and drank in the fort earlier. I was feeling nice. Not safe for riding at all though but fuck it.
I parked the bike in the street next to her house. It didn’t look like it belonged there at all. I didn’t look like I belonged either. Here I am,A ratty teenager wearing ripped jeans, Some stolen vans shoes and a support your local bandidos motorcycle club t-shirt. (The 1%er gang). The neighbors stared at me as I walked to the door. I tried to be as nice as possible. Usually I would say something like “what the fuck are you looking at” but I held back. I knocked on the door and she answered.
“Uhh hey ms cook. I’m here.” I said in a slightly confused tone.
“Oh hi! I honestly wasn’t expecting you to come. I’m so glad you did though.”
“Well i mean… If you didn’t expect it I guess I can go home.”
“Oh no no no! I meant when I said I wanted you to come here. I just didn’t think you meant it when you said you would. Come in! Meet my daughter!”
“Morgan!” She yelled up the stairs. “Come down here I’ve got someone for you to meet!”
I walked into the house. It was one of the biggest houses I’ve been in. The stairway was curved and absolutely beautiful. The walls were painted a beautiful dark red color and the floors were tile. There was a picture of a very pretty girl on a wall. She was blonde and tan. Like a surfer type of girl. She had a striking resemblance to Hayden Panettiere but way more beautiful. I looked around at the other pictures and saw one of the same girl holding a surfboard which supported my surfer girl guess.
“Morgan!” Ms cook screamed. “Get down here!”
I heard a groan from upstairs. Then I saw the girl from the pictures walking down the stairs. She was wearing a white undershirt with lace things around the neck of it and some really short shorts. They were tight on her fit body and I could make out every curve. Her long blonde hair was tied up. The way the sun shined on her through the window her tanned skin was almost glowing. Her blue eyes were shining as she looked at me.
“Uhh hello? Who are you?” The girl I assumed was morgan said.
“Morgan this is Brian. He’s going to stay with us for a while. We are going to help him change for the better while he’s here.”
“Brian this is my daughter morgan. She’s your age. You two could have a lot in common. You never know”
“Hi morgan. Nice to meet you.” I said with an attempted smile on my face. I’m not good with situations like this.
“Uhh hi.” She said rudely. “Mom can I go to my room now?”
Ms cook just glanced at her and back up the stairs she went.
“Sorry for her rudeness. I thought I raised her better than that”
“Ehh it’s cool. I’m used to that kind of stuff.”
“Well. Let’s show you to your room and get you all settled in.” She said
I followed her up the stairs. She pointed to each door telling me what room it was. We got to my room which was at the end of the hall right next to Morgans room. I had a bed, a desk, tv, and my own bathroom connected to the room. There was a door in it but I didn’t open it. I noticed my room was very easy to sneak out of. The roof of the first story patio was under my window. Just a small jump off and I’m gone.
“Call me Jennifer by the way” ms cook said then left.
I sat down on the bed and called my friend making sure he would bring kona over. After I got off the phone I instantly fell asleep. It was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years. I woke up around 2:25 in the morning and decided I should sneak a cigarette then take a shower. I opened the window and snuck onto the roof. I smoked my cigarette and threw it into the neighbors yard.
I walked into the bathroom blinded by the light that was already on. I saw morgan standing there completely naked and wet like she just showered.
“OH FUCK” I screamed as I quickly shut the door and went back to my room.
I tried to process how I could explain that and apologize but Morgans naked body was all I could think of. Her extremely fit body was amazing. Her perky tits were probably a d cup. She had small nipples that were perfectly placed. Her abs and thigh muscles were showing. I swear there was no fat on that girl except her round ass and perky boobs.
I was in a trance thinking about her when she opened my door.
“Hey I’m done now. Brian right?”
“Okay. I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t realize this was a connected bathroom. If it makes you feel better I didn’t see much. ” Which was a complete lie.
“Accidents happen.” She said. “Bathroom is all yours now.”
She walked out. I was amazed at how easy that small conversation was. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The hot water was nice. It had been a while since I took a hot shower. I washed every bit of my body twice just because it felt so good. When I was done I stepped out and looked for the towels. Couldn’t find any. I opened the door which I assumed went to morgans room and asked her where they were. She tried to explain but I never understood where. She was saying behind the mirror but i didn’t think the mirror moved. She finally just walked in and got one for me.
“Yooo! I’m naked!” I said as she pushed the door open.
“Well you saw me. It’s only fair.” She said. She glanced down towards my cock which was slightly hard. “Nice.”
She opened the mirror and grabbed me a towel. “What the fuck?” I said. “I’ve never seen shit like that before.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to her room. I dried off and put some clothes on. I fell into my bed. As soon as I hit it I decided I wanted one last cigarette. I went out onto the roof and lit one. As I was sitting out there the window next to me opened. Morgan climbed out with a pack of Marlboro ultra lights in her hand.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” She said and smiled.
“Snitches are a dying breed. Don’t worry” I said.
She lit her cigarette and sat there with me. “You want a real cigarette?” I said.
“I can’t handle those cowboy killers.” She said. “So Brian huh? Why are you staying with us?”
“Because I’m a fuck up I guess. Your mom thinks I’m like a broken car or something that can be fixed. I’m really not though.” I said. “And you guys have electricity.”
“Well what’s wrong with you?” She asked curiously.
“Parents gone. Living on my own. Drug addict. Thief. Drunk. Idiot. Where do I even begin?” I said.
“Start from the beginning” she said.
I told her everything. We sat there for hours talking about my life. I told her about my parents drug addictions. My dad dying. My mom leaving. No one caring. All that. You really connect with someone when you’re smoking a cigarette alone with them in the middle of the night. She cried. I tried to console her. I hugged her and told her that I’m the one that is going through it and I’m strong. She needs to be too. She explained how she’s heard rumors about me and she thought I was just scum. Just absolutely a horrible person for no reason. She didn’t know my story and why I’ve done the things I did.
We finally decided to go to bed at around 4:45. We hugged and told each other goodnight. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek as we hugged. I could feel myself blush. I’m glad it was at night time so she couldn’t see that.
I laid in bed and passed out. I dreamed about morgan that night. Her and I were at my grandmas house. It was before everything went to shit. The short period when my parents were clean. She lived on the beach and I would play in the sand and the water all the time. I was my age I was 18 in the dream though and morgan was there.
She was my girlfriend. My grandma and my dad were still alive. My mom was sober and we were just having fun. Morgan and I went surfing a lot. Then we would come home covered in sand and salt. We wouldn’t care though because we were too happy to care about anything. It was just perfection.
Around 10 in the morning Jennifer came in my room. She woke me up and told me she was going to go shopping then going out to eat with some friends. She asked me if I needed anything. I said no and she left. I decided it was time to wake up and start the day. I got dressed and went downstairs. I guess my friend dropped kona off that morning because I saw her through the window laying in the backyard. I started to cook some eggs. While I was cooking morgan came down. Her hair was messy and she was still half asleep.
“Good morning sunshine. Want some eggs?” I said
“Uhh yeah sure” she said sleepily.
I cooked the eggs and got us some orange juice. We ate together and watched some bullshit tv show. Even though I just woke up I wanted to take a nap. I went upstairs to my bed and laid down. Morgan came up and laid in my bed while I was asleep. She cuddled up next to me. I could feel that perfect little round ass against my cock. I woke up and realized I was rock hard and she was awake. She rolled over and looked at me. I was frozen with fear.
“Did you get a little excited?” She said with the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
“Uhh accidents happen?”
“Let’s see what you’ve got going on down there.” She said. She lifted the blanket and pulled down my shorts.
“Oh wow! It’s bigger than I thought” she said.
She grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly. She asked if I liked that. All I could do is nod my head. I tried to open my mouth to talk but I couldn’t. She licked her hand and kept stroking. Slowly. She asked me if I wanted more and again I could just nod yes. She threw the blanket off of us and went down. She licked the bottom of my cock the swirled her tongue around the tip. She kept swirling then out of no where she put it all in her mouth. Deep. I could feel it press against the back of her throat as she sucked me off. She swirled her tongue around my cock and slowly went up and down. She asked if I was going to cum soon after a while. I finally was able to say “soon” and she went back down. She stopped again and said “do it in my mouth”. She started sucking me off again. After a whole I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I shot my load right into the back of her mouth. She swallowed my cum and smiled.
“How was that?”
“Fucking amazing.” I said. “Your turn?”
She nodded. I got off the bed and kneeled down. I dragged her to me and kissed her. She took off her shirt as we were kissing exposing those perfect tits I saw last night. I kissed her neck which she loved. I bit her shoulder and that drove her wild. She let out a loud moan and started rubbing her clit. I kissed down her body. I sucked and licked and bit her nipples. I noticed her left one was more sensitive. I kissed down her stomach while I took her shorts off. I kissed down to her thighs and bit them. She loved it. I slowly licked her clit. She moaned loudly and her whole body moved towards my face. I licked it fast. I drew the alphabet on her clit with my tongue. I did it twice before she was screaming. She grabbed my head and pulled my hair. Forcing my face into her sweet pussy. Her orgasm face was to this day the most sexiest orgasm face I’ve ever seen. I gave her one. Then another a few minutes later. After that it was just orgasm after orgasm. I believe we got to 7 that time. I ate her pussy until my tongue couldn’t move anymore.
We laid in bed together. Neither of us able to move. She rolled over and I held her. We both fell asleep spooning and slept for hours. It was just perfect. In that moment I didn’t care about when I would be able to drink again or smoke or snort or shoot up. All I cared about was her. I’ve known her for like 1 night but I poured my heart out to her. She knew my weaknesses and my feelings. I told her everything. She
seemed like a stuck up bitch at first but At that moment I could tell she cared about me. She wanted me to be happy. She wanted me to feel better but I was just too gone. I was pretty much a lost cause…..

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The user of dark energy

Teenage life was pretty crappy for Alex. He didn’t have any friends and most of the time he was always alone. He wasn’t popular with the ladies and the jocks were constantly picking on him. He hated the jocks because of their cruelty towards him and just wanted it all to end. When he finds a strange meteor from space he becomes a powerhouse.

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The Brother and Sister Next Door (1)

The brother and sister next door (1)
This is a fictional story of a brother and sister sneaking sex in their parents the back yard.
Next door, another brother and sister were watching them from an upstairs window.
Lisa 17, and her brother, Brad 19, continued to watch the brother and sister next door in their back yard, kissing and feeling each other up behind a lawn shed.
Brad had surprised his sister when he saw her standing hidden by her bedroom window. She was peeking thru the blinds at something. He said: “Lisa, what the hell are you looking at?“
She shushed him and whispered, “Come and look.“ They watched as she fondled the front of his pants, and he felt her ass. Now they both started getting turned on, but said nothing. Lisa had already been getting wet watching.
Brad finally whispered: “I just know they’re fucking each other, those lucky shits.” Lisa got chills when he said this and started getting wetter. She had on a short
tee top (no bra) and short shorts. She was only 5’, with long brown hair down to her butt. She had 32b tits still growing that stood straight out with large
nipples. He was 6’, slim build and had a 7’ dick. He had on a tee shirt and boxers. She noticed he was tenting. He was standing behind her. She tried to control her breathing, but couldn’t. She got bold and
took a tiny step backwards. She felt his tent on her ass. Soon she felt his warm hands come up to the
sides her shoulders. She shivered, she couldn’t help it. She then thought she felt a slight pull, pulling her
backwards. She got a hot flash up her spine that ended up on her warm face. She could feel his warm
breath on her neck, and his body heat on her back. She closed her eyes and leaned back a tiny bit into him. Brad whispered: “Can you imagine getting to have sex in your own house, when no one is home. I
bet they have a ball with that kind of freedom.” It had always been taboo to even think about anything like that in Brad and Lisa’s home life.
Lisa was getting dizzy now, her heart pumping so hard. Brad had never had much to do with her, but now he was looking at her in a different way. Lisa
had gotten boobs now, and a nice ass. He had started to noticed how she was getting so sexy looking lately. He had never allowed him to think of his sister in a
sexual way before, kinda. Now with his dick firm against her little ass, he thought of how much fun they could have feeling each other up around the
house. He found himself over riding the ol taboo feelings, the risk of getting caught was exciting him, and he liked it. He wondered if Lisa would go for it.
Lisa too thought how her big brother was so hot, she’d had a big crush on him for a long time, but he
ignored her. She had fantasized before, that she would suck his dick, and then he would fuck her so hot. Now she was leaned back against his warm body
with his dick giving her the tingles between her legs. She couldn’t remember being this turned on, ever.
They continued to watch them next door. Now the brother next door had his hand down the back of the girls skirt, rubbing her ass. They couldn’t see her
hands, but they knew she was doing something. The girl looked around and then went down on her knees.
Brad had started rubbing up and down Lisa’s arms.
Lisa took his hands and wrapped them around her. Brad thought, she might let him feel those boobs…maybe. She felt the heat in her face, as she
tried not to gasp for breath. His arms so warm around her. Brad felt the bare skin of her tummy as his hands moved around her warm body. Lisa guided his hands
slowly up under her top to her young tits. Brad’s hands trembled as he felt Lisa’s warm tits. He rolled her firm nipples in his fingers, gently. She felt chills
as he did and starting kissing her neck and behind her ear. She reached back and felt his boner, so big and warm. She felt a trickle out of her pussy slowly
descend down her thigh. They both thought how risky and taboo a brother or sister feeling each other
was, if anyone ever found out.
It only excited them more.
Then Brad whispered: ( “this is between us only and don’t ever tell anybody I have felt you up, you
got it?) Lisa whispered back out of breath, (‘this never happened. My friends would have a cow if they ever found out my brother feels me up.’ )
The girl next door was sucking her brothers dick now, and jacked it slow and he was feeling her nice tits.
He then put his hands under her arms, and lifted her up to her feet. He worked her tight skirt up to her
bare ass, and she wrapped her legs around him. He eased them both down as he lay on his back, and she squatted on top of him.
Brad had Lisa’s sweet tits in both hands under her short little tee top. His hands were warm and
firm. Lisa gasp hard and moved her butt back firm into his tent. She eased her trembling hand down
inside Brads boxers. She felt the naked hardness of big brother’s dick, for the very first time. She tried to
swallow, but her mouth was dry from her heavy breathing. She let her shaky fingers feel all of him,
pubic hair, balls and fondled the head of his dick. Her stomach was hot inside, taking her breath away.
Now next door the girl was bouncing on top of her brother, leaning her head back with a look of pure
pleasure on her face. Her brothers hands went around her young butt to join in the rhythm of her pumping up and down on him. Then he reached up and pulled
her face down to kiss her and they started fucking fast. No sound could be heard but the body language
told Brad and Lisa they had a hot dual climax, as they watched them squirm and shake.
Brad and Lisa could take no more. He turned her around and started kissing her as they tried to breathe
and kiss. They both trembled with excitement and passion. Lisa moaned ’ooooh brad’ quietly in between kisses. His fingers glided thru her silky long
hair all the way down to her butt. They both inched over to her bed, still kissing passionately. Lisa sat
down and pulled Brad’s boxer’s down. She whispered: “ I have dreamed of this, (gasp) but figured it would never happen.” She said: “Let me do
this first Brad, (gasp) I’ve wanted to so bad, for so long.”
Brad now realized his sister had had the hots for him for a long while now. That excited him, and he
let his desire to even think about having sex with her come out. His dick had never been harder, and he could feel the hot stimulation in it. He felt the jitters
in his stomach, and the reality of his sister sucking his dick. He thought, was the door downstairs
locked? Could anyone see in? When would mom and dad be home? What would he say, if they called him
right now? Then….. all that mattered was Lisa’s warm little hands on his dick.
She took her time feeling all around his dick first, then slowly ran her tongue over his bulging head.
Brad was dying to fuck her now, but let her savor the moment. Lisa’s eye’s glowed as she licked all of him up and down, savoring his sticky pre cum in her
mouth. Brad watched her labored breathing as she was in her own personal heaven.
Lisa thought, brother and sister aren’t suppose to have sex, but she couldn’t help the desires in her
head. They had slowly built up ever since she first saw him with an erection, a long time ago. He thought she was outside, and his door wasn’t closed
all the way. She had peeked in as he lay on his back stroking his big dick. She never got that picture out
of her head. She was only 13 when that happened and she wanted then, to go in and jack it for him.
She now put her lips over that same head and sucked on it. Brad jumped slightly. She continued
taking his dick slowly deeper, adjusting and then she got it all in her mouth. His pre cum and her saliva oozed around her lips and down off his dick.
Brad was feeling her tits and rolled her nipples in his fingers, causing her to moan more. He played
with her long hair and felt her lips as she sucked him down to her throat. Brad had denied himself even thinking about messing with his sister, but now the
hidden feelings were out. He had to fuck her now or explode. He eased her lips off of his dick, and laid
her on the bed. He took off her top, shorts and wet panties. Wow, was sis ever wet. He started licking her sweet pussy, with her small mound of soft pubic hair.
He inserted two finger in her little pussy, she moaned his name and squirmed as he felt her G spot.
He went for her little clit, and sucked it firm. She jumped her hips up and yelled a little. Brad loved the smooth feeling of her inner thighs on his face. He
could wait no more, he wanted his dick in her bad. He moved up to suck her wonderful tits, and licked
them and sucked her cute nipples. She had her eyes closed pulled at his hair and feeling him all she could. He eased his dick up to her wet pussy and
rubbed it on her entrance. She began to buck with excitement. Their body heat filled the room.
Now was the time. Brad pushed the head of his
dick in her very wet pussy. He guided it in slowly all the way until she moaned, as he just touched her
cervix. She started humping him now, with loud moans. She was tight, but not to tight. He started pumping with her, together moving to let it build up
to an awaiting climax just for them. Lisa wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails in his back. “OH LISA!!” Came out of his mouth…“OH MY God
Lisa, I’m cuming“, he shocked himself at what he was saying, but had to.
“Brad we can fuck now, fuck me, fuck me!” she said.
They began a furious fuck, body’s slapping together as he felt his slick dick expand to fill her tight pussy.
Lisa was out of it, fucking her heart out and half crying with pleasure. His aching balls began to tighten up to the point of pain and his “Oh Lisa, OH
LISA!”, moan told her his cum was here. She squeezed down on his dick as hard as she could as
she climaxed like no other. They both yelled…“OH DAMN, GEZZZZZZ LISA BABY, …BRAD I LOVE YOU…Ahhhhhhhh. YES!!!” As he unloaded a massive cum in his sisters little pussy. Slapping his
body to drive his dick in her deep. Lisa kept moaning…“Oh brad, OH brad, OH baby, it’s so
beautiful, fuck me good baby, fuck me good…OH GOD!!”, and she shook and just kept squeezing his dick with her pussy, over and over.
The brother and sister next door were in the back yard. The sister said: “listen”, as they listened quietly.
She said: “Did you hear what I just heard next door?” her brother just smiled.
Lisa and Brad had an inner feeling of such joy, but they now had to hide it from their mom and dad, and
anyone else. They went over how they would still act the same around each other…..but….when their
parents left for work each morning, they were lovers from that point, from now on. Lisa hoped that their
parents couldn’t tell the excitement in her stomach. It made her a little jumpy, but that was also exciting.
She found herself wet all the time now, and tried not to think about Brad’s wonderful dick and how it felt in her hands and in her lips.
Brad and her had the summer off and he starting planning for every minute of it. He had trouble
thinking about anything else but Lisa. He would try not to look at her when the parents were home. She was so exciting now in his eyes. He wanted her so bad.
Brad watched from his window as he saw his parents cars leave for work. His heart started to
pound. He had on his robe and was headed to find Lisa. Suddenly his bedroom door flew open, and there she was.
She had on a light blue long night gown, with nothing on underneath. She smiled big and said:
“You’ll have to catch me, big brother”, and took off. He shot out the door and went after her laughing. He
heard her giggle in the kitchen. She was laying on the kitchen table with her night gown pulled up,
exposing her sweet bush. “Breakfast?” she said. He grabbed her, but she got away and ran thru the house
giggling as he chased after her. He cornered her in the den. Now he had her. He opened up his robe and
said: “I have your breakfast right here, Lisa. “ They both giggled as he picked her up and carried her upstairs to his room, kissing all the way.
His room was at the front and he could see if anyone drove up or walk up to the house. He looked
at Lisa and kissed her passionately. Her tongue immediately probed his mouth. He gently laid her
down and whispered: “I want breakfast in bed little sister.” They both panted as they removed his robe and he pealed off her night gown, over her head
,exposing her sweet body. Lisa said:
“I’ve wanted you so bad, the waiting has been killing me.”
“I had trouble sleeping sis, all I could think of was you.”
“I love it when you lick me, I kept thinking how it was going to feel, when we got our time, Brad.”
Brad now took a minute to just look at his naked
sister, her smooth skin, sweet little bush and budding tits. He approach her like a stalking animal, slowly
moving up to her, lower in mouth to taste that sweet pussy. Lisa opened her legs wide and pulled her knees up and held them, waiting for his tongue. They
both gasp for air. He started licking her slit up and down slowly. She jumped as his tongue slid across her clit. Her knees closed in on his face as she
shivered and lifted her hips up to meet his tongue. He
loved the feeling of her smooth legs on the sides of his cheeks.
She ran her fingers thru his hair gently, and felt his tongue dance around her clit. He tasted her juices and
smelled her sex. He moved up on her stopping at her sweet tits. Around and around his tongue went
teasing her nipples and then drawing them into his mouth. Now was their time as he directed his dick
into her wet pussy. She moaned as she felt him glide it in, further until just touching her cervix. She made
a hi pitched squeal as shivers traveled thru her body.
His warm body met hers as her arms went around his neck. They moved together helping each other
slide themselves in and out of her pussy, and passion demanded more speed. Moans from him and her
filled the room as they began to slap their body’s together. Their hot breath warmed the air around their faces, as heat fueled their passion. The excitement
filled the air as a climax was on the way quickly. They moaned together as the peak was here and
overtook them. They couldn’t help but yell..”Ohhhhhh my god, Oh baby, cum with meeeeee!” The sound of cum and juices could be
heard clicking at their joining, as it spilled out. Brad’s dick kept pumping hot cum in his sister at last.
Lisa’s pussy tightened around his dick and squeezed over and over. They moaned out their passion for
each other. Their arms and legs twisting and shaking for every drop of feeling possible as they fucked and fucked.
He collapsed on her, spent, and wrapped up with her to savor every second with her. They both felt the
pulses from his dick and her pussy as they continued on. They didn’t want to move, but just lay there forever.
He helped her up and carried her to the shower. He washed her, as she did him, with their trembling hands. Afterwards, they just lay naked, in each others arms on her bed.
Brad looked at the clock. Ahhh, just enough time to play with Lisa before the parents came home. Lisa
was sleeping naked, with that sweet content look on her face. He slowly parted her legs to lick her sweet
pussy real quick before the parents came home. When he licked her clit, she moaned awake. She held his head and purred like a kitten. She moaned how
much time do we have Brad. He said about 1 hour. She said: “Let me suck on you, I want to taste you so bad.”
He laid back for her. She whispered: “Gimmie gimmie!, and got on her knees on the floor. She
started licking and sucking. She did it all as he just lie there watching her. She used both hands to jack him
faster and faster. He began to squirm. She knew right when to put he lips over his head and feel it
expanding. He moaned loud as she jacked as fast as she could. Brads dick pumped stream after stream of
hot cum in his sisters throat and mouth. It ran out the sides of her mouth as she swallowed all she could. He squirmed over and over. Lisa had wanted to suck him
off for ever, and just knew it would please him. This had been one of her dreams to do, and now she had tasted him for real.
“Hi mom, hi dad“, Lisa said. “What’s new?” Same old crap at work they both said. “What did you guys do all day?” Brad looked at Lisa and said:
“Nothing much.”

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One Horny Christmas

I wrote this on a whim just for the fun of it. Everyone should get their Christmas wish right? Why not one that’s an evening with Santa? LOL enjoy

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Teresa Chapter 2

Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.

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The Existence – Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter to complete the opening of the series. I broke it into two parts because I didn’t have the whole thing planned out. I write the stories as they come to me and hope that those who read them enjoy the tale I spin. TY again for taking the time to read my stories. For those who are following Modern Mage; I am working on the next chapter but felt that I should introduce this place before continuing that tale.
Being that they walked in here I knew they were meant to find the place or had been brought by someone else who had been here before. The fact that they sat at my table with impunity told me that they knew the rules of the place and chose to display contempt for either me or my place. I didn’t appreciate that kind of attitude. I finished serving the drink orders I’d taken and let the other bartenders know I was stepping away for a few minutes. I took my time walking around the bar to head for my table. I used this time to size my visitors up. There were three of them sitting at the table and four more who positioned themselves around the room behind them. The guy sitting in the middle, directly across from my chair, appeared to be in his mid to late Fifties. His body language displayed someone who was there to enjoy the environment and relax, up until you looked at his face. He was smiling and acting like this was an evening out, however the truth was revealed in his eyes. He had dead eyes, no emotion showing in them; the look of a predator. I’d seen enraged werewolves and vampires in bloodlust that looked friendlier than this man sitting at my table.
The two women on either side of him had a similar dead look in their eyes. I tagged them mentally as bodyguards due to a few factors. They never looked at the gentleman they sat with; instead observing the rest of the room constantly. I’d give them credit for intelligence if they had even thought to look up; the security team on the catwalks went unobserved. They looked like arm candy being tall curvy blondes with blue eyes wearing short dresses, however the clothing was cut to not restrict their movements. I spotted Sam and George moving into position near the other four members of their party in case trouble started as I sat in my chair across from Mr. Dead Eyes. “Good evening and welcome to my place. Can I assist you with anything this evening?”
My new friend smiled with all the warmth of a hungry shark before he began to speak. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Masters, however I am not here to be assisted. I have other plans for this night.”
I kept a friendly expression on my face and sat back in my chair. I brought my foot up against the table leg, using the leverage to lean my chair back onto the rear legs only. “Since you’re obviously not hear to enjoy the atmosphere let’s both speak plainly. You and your bodyguards are welcome to stay, but don’t start any trouble. My staff and I will stop it and there will be no second chances here.”
He didn’t look in the least disturbed by my statement, nor did I expect him to be. He looked around the place slowly, eyes flicking from place to place. I gave him more points for intelligence than I did his bodyguards when he looked up and spotted the catwalks. The look of a hungry shark came back as he started to reply, “While I applaud the impressive security you have here, if I decide to start trouble they will be useless to your survival. If I kill you first, you don’t think I can buy their services. While I may at some time test that idea, tonight I’m not here for you. I have a job to do here tonight and can’t let you interfere with it. Stay out of my way and there won’t be any trouble.”
“If you came to talk to me first you know my rules and that I can’t and more importantly won’t let you do anything to violate the sanctuary I offer to anyone who comes here. If you choose to try and do so, you will answer to me and my staff. As for killing me,” I gave him my own predatory smile, “many have tried just that through the years and I’m still sitting here talking to you. Explain to me why you are really here and I’ll see if I can assist you.”
“You spoke plainly and so will I. I’m here to retrieve someone who is a frequent visitor. This is the only place where they aren’t surrounded by a small private army of bodyguards. I’m going to take the person out of here and return them to the person who hired me. You and your staff members will stay out of my way and not interfere. That is how this evening will go unless you want more trouble than you can handle.”
I sighed, dropping my head to my chest. This was a signal for Sam and her security people that things may be going south very fast and to be ready. I looked back up into my visitors face, “Final warning, if you try to star something in here you will fail and I’ll give you to the people you are trying to interfere with for punishment. If you knew anything about me or this place you’d know I’ve handled more trouble than you can bring to bear against me. If you want to go to your graves tonight, I can oblige you; otherwise drink, relax and obey the rules or get your asses out of my bar. Your choice either way.”
When things started they happened quickly. One of the original supernatural patrons entered the front door. Her name was Ynara and she had the potential to be one of the most powerful Ascendants in time. Her father had been an Archmage of legend and her mother was a Fallen Angel. She stood at an even five feet, trim build with perky B cup breast and an apple bottom. Her hair was a deep fiery red highlighted with black, it fell wavy all the way to her knees. She had blue eyes the color of a twilight sky with little fleck of red burning in them. She made everyone who met her think of the Love & Theft song Angel Eyes. She was wearing a conservatively cut white sheath that made her look hotter than any club wear could have. She was under the protection of several of the supernatural leaders in this City. Ynara was from Los Angeles originally and I knew of several groups who wanted her back there where they could control her. The moment she stepped through the door I knew things just got very messy.
Mr. Dead Eyes stood quickly, extending his right arm toward me as his bodyguards turned to face any threats coming from the sides. I reacted immediately, pressing my foot against the leg of the table, tipping my chair back to get clear of his line of fire. Two of the Mr. Dead Eyes other bodyguards moved to grab Ynara as soon as he had stood. George grabbed the one he was closest to by the back of his neck holding him from moving towards her. Sam being a vampire moved with inhuman speed kicking the other man who approached Ynara in the knee shattering the bones in the joint to splinters with the impact interposing herself bodily between the remaining men and their target. All this happened in the time it took my chair to hit the floor.
The second I hit the floor I was already rolling away to regain my feet. As I came to my feet, I drew two throwing spikes from my sleeves prepared to throw them. The place went silent except for the man screaming in pain with a shattered knee as I faced the man who disturbed my peaceful establishment. I held the spike ready to throw even though I expected I wouldn’t need them. The security team on the catwalks had weapons drawn and aimed at the three standing before me. Sam had her sidearm out pointed at the head of the third man that came in with our friend. The last of his men was standing still with his hands up right where he was when everything started. That’s when I noticed JD standing behind him and the edge of a sword pressed to the side of his neck. “I warned you that my staff and I could stop any trouble you started in here. Now I proved it to you. You have two choices left to you and I’ll recommend the first one. Walk away now, leave my club and get out of my city. Don’t come back again. She is under the protection of too many people for you to mess with. Now that you violated the sanctity of my establishment to grab her I am placing her under my protection as well. The second choice is to die, whether that is by continuing in your actions here, leaving the bar and not the city, or coming back after you leave the city. I don’t have the desire the kill you but I won’t hesitate to do so. Which choice are you taking?”
He looked like I pissed him off, and I liked that fact because it would make him sloppy. “You have no idea who I am or what you’re messing with. I’ll offer you a similar choice and we’ll see how the rest of the evening goes. You can get out of my way, hand over the girl and let me walk away with her or you can choose to die here and now.” He had a look of confidence on his face that spoke volumes about his opinion of his skills and those of his people. I hate standoffs like this, invariably both sides think they’ll win and people, usually innocent bystanders, wind up getting hurt. The Bar area was slowly clearing out while we were talking. The only people left in this area were my staff members and his people.
“Like you said to me earlier, do you think your people will continue to fight if you’re the first to die? My people know exactly what happened to this club and for them when I do. They know they’ll be taken care of and the Existence will remain an Elysium long after I’m gone. Can your people say the same about you?” He paled a little at that last question which may just give me the edge I needed to resolve this situation peacefully. I had my doubts but I would try. I have killed enemies in the past and would do so again when needed, but I always tried to resolve the situation first. Unfortunately some people just needed to die. “Last chance to leave, anyone who stays to cause trouble doesn’t see another sunrise.”
The guy whose knee had been shattered started to drag himself across the floor towards the door. The man being held by George was also trying to get to the door; George assisted him in making a quick exit. He picked him up and threw him out the open door as the other guy crawled outside. The two men with weapons trained on them and his bodyguards stayed. We were all watching each other closely waiting for someone to make the move that sent this situation to hell in a hand basket. The bodyguards started it up again as the one on his right placed herself between me and her charge. He swung his aim toward JD to get his other man clear. I threw both spikes I was holding, the first towards Dead Eyes head and the second towards his weapon. The first spike was intercepted by his bodyguard, burying itself to the grip in her neck taking her out of the fight as she grabbed her neck and fell. The second missed his gun as he swung his are to aim at JD. It glanced off his arm because of the angle it hit at. His shot didn’t hit JD cleanly, but clipped his ear as it went past him. JD spun away from the hit pulling his sword away with him allowing that man to act. The other bodyguard stepped up onto the chair and dove across the table at me with a blade in her hands while the man Sam was watching moved to spear George. The man who got clear of JD’s drawn sword started to draw weapons from under his coat. Sam was of course pissed at me and I’d pay for it later because I had given her only one choice of action in the situation. Sam and I had been fighting side by side for some time and she took my safety as being more important than her own, but when I put Ynara under my protection she had no choice but to get her to safety and leave me in this fight.
JD moved quickly, closing back in with the man he had been guarding. JD positioned himself so that the man he faced was between the boss’s weapons and himself. As the man drew his weapons on JD, he was moving to try and get him into a cross fire. JD took one hand off the hilt of his sword extending it towards his opponent and spoke, “Present Firing Pins.” There were suddenly two small objects in his palm that he dropped to the floor before taking hold of the hilt again. The man brought both pistols in line with JD and pulled the triggers. They failed to fire. The man looked shocked at this and dropped the firearms. JD stepped into him swinging low with the sword he slashed into the man’s leg on the outside of his knee severing the muscles and tendons causing him to drop to the floor.
George took the spear without moving. The man that charged him obviously didn’t know what he just attacked. George grabbed the man by the arm twisting it up and behind his back hard enough that you could hear the bone snap over the noise of the fighting. He kicked the guy in the back of his knee causing him to fall to the floor. George held him there by placing his foot onto the back of one of his legs and shifting his weight onto it.
As the bodyguard came over the table at me I spun away to the side. While my reflexes were pretty good, she was better with that knife. It sliced into me, cutting a gash from just next to my spine around the right side under my ribcage. I’ve had similar injuries before and forced myself to ignore the pain for the moment. During the spin, I drew the knife I kept on my side. As her blade exited the flesh under my ribs, I drove my knife down at her waist severing her spinal cord. She landed poorly rolling across the floor with the hilt of my knife protruding from her back as she stopped against a couple of barstools. I stood to face the man who started all of this. My jeans and shirt ruined as blood flowed from my side down my leg onto the floor. I refused to let Dead Eyes see the pain I was in so I straightened up to my full height and looked him in the eyes.
The fight had only lasted a few seconds, and behind him Elayna stood with a Derringer pressed against his skull. His arms were raised and his sidearm was being held by Jarvis who as always was at his mistress’s side. I knew I’d pay for what I was about to do, but the reputation I and the club had about how we handled trouble would get a major boost from it. I walked around the table, feeling my muscles stretch and tear with every step I took. When I stood directly in from of him I looked in his eyes and spoke, “I gave you every chance to leave here and not cause trouble. You chose to ignore our reputation and my warning. I also told you exactly what I’d do if you didn’t leave.” I looked over my shoulder to see a pissed of Sam standing with Ynara. I nodded to same, letting her know I wanted her to come over here. She walked over behind him, grabbed him around the waist with one arm and using her other drew his head back and to the side exposing a long line of his neck to her. “You’re dead now, as is anyone in your crew who isn’t already dead or gone.” With that said Sam extended her fangs and bit down. She drained him fully while the surviving members of his group watched. We moved his body along with the rest of his survivors into one of the private rooms to be fed on by any vampire that wanted them. I didn’t like it very much but I kept my word once given. No one messes with the patrons in my place.
As soon as they were removed from the main bar area I headed for the stairs to our apartments. I knew that I’d be fine, but I couldn’t let my patrons know exactly what I was. Made them think about things before violating the rules. Once I got upstairs into the common room I grabbed a talisman I kept in there. I ran it over the wound, closing it instantly and repairing the damage under the surface as well. I set the talisman back where we kept and headed for my room to jump in the shower. Just as I entered the hallway and turned toward my room, Sam came up the stairs and decked me. She was being kind apparently because while it hurt the punch didn’t shatter my jaw. “Boss, if you ever do that to me again I will shatter your jaw. I know what you are and what you can do, but you aren’t any more immortal than me.” She spun on here heel and went out onto the catwalks over the club area to watch the dance floor. I’ll admit that I deserved the punch. I jumped into the shower and cleaned he blood off of me while a few members of my staff took care of cleaning up the bar. After the evening started the way it did, I decided to be prepared for any more trouble. I dressed in black jeans and a black silk shirt. I put on my holsters. I was a pure righty when it came to firearms. I carried three pistols, all of them 45s. One each in a shoulder, back and hip holster each loaded for different targets. Silver in the back in the event I had to deal with a Were creature, Tracer rounds for the Vampires in the shoulder rig and jacketed hollow points for all the rest in the one on my hip. Over those I slid my leather duster with my Benelli M3 Super 90 inside the front in a specially designed holster for it. This is the shotgun I would hang under the table when I sat there. I think that more than anything is why Sam punched me. If I’d had that from the beginning we’d have had less people to deal with during the fight and I’d likely not have been injured. I didn’t go back to tending the bar, I took my chair on the catwalk between the bar and club. I watch the people going about their lives and I’ll tell you a secret. Whether human, vampire, mage or anything else; they are all still people with personalities and lives. I wouldn’t let any of them be harmed while here. Once under my roof, you were my responsibility. Some would call me as much a monster as the vampires for handing the survivors over like that. I say that the choices we make every day make us monsters or not. My choice to provide a safe place for all people may not make me a saint but protecting those same people doesn’t make me or my people monsters.

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Basement Rituals

This is my second story about a very special friendship between a teacher and his young student. As some complained my first was too long I cut this one up in three pieces with three ‘levels’ of cruelty to go with it. Even though the last one is a bit long again, I’m sure this shouldn’t be a bother.
So don’t let the cutesy stuff in part I fool you… read part II and III to find out 🙂 Enjoy and let me know what you think!
PART I
Evan unlocked the door in the hallway, leading him to his favourite stairs in the house. He enjoyed walking up to the first floor taking him to his bedroom where he spent lazy Sunday mornings reading a good book in his kingsize bed. Next to his bedroom his bathroom was situated, which contained a huge tub where he could lounge for hours. He enjoyed walking up the next stairs taking him up to the attic, which he turned into a small gym to keep his body in shape and his head clear. He could afford his luxurious lifestyle by making a decent living being teacher at a high school for the privileged children of doctors and laywers. But all those stairs could not compare with the stairs leading him down to his basement. The place he loved, but kept well hidden from the world.
He toggled the switch, lighting up a room which was inherently dark, as were Evan’s thoughts as he walked through the room. He let his hand slide over a cold iron table with handles bolted on the surface. The odd piece of furniture in the middle of the room always remembered him of old Frankenstein movies. He looked around, gazing at the leather straps and hooks hanging on the walls. He admired his wide variety of toys laying in neat stacks in the corners. Whips, gags, electric devices and rope decorated three sides of the room.
The last wall was covered with drawings, pictures and photos of women. Many of them were in compromising positions. Some were fully tied up, while others were only gagged. Some had their body decorated with a variety of objects including needles and hooks. However, his favourite picture was a simple black and white A4 paper from a copier. It displayed a young girl, flattened on the glass from the waist up. He smiled contently, grabbing the bottle of wodka and the two glasses he came for, then went back up the stairs. He locked the door carefully and made his way into the kitchen.
He stood in the doorway, looking at the open drawer next to the refrigerator. He couldn’t remember leaving it opened. He stepped towards the drawer curiously, looking down on his neatly ordened set of knives. The meat knife was missing. Evan felt a shiver down his spine; he was sure he didn’t use it.
“Looking for something?” a sweet female voice he heard ask from behind him, while Evan felt a sharp object pierce into his back. Nevertheless he turned around slowly, facing his attacker. He met the bright blue eyes of a young girl, hidden behind locks of honeyblond hair. In her hand she held the missing meatknife, poking it in his stomach softly. The girl smiled, perfect white teeth formed a breathtaking smile.
“Jesus Cassy, how often have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?!” Evan leaned forward to grab the knife from the girl. She didn’t push the object further into his body but flipped it around elegantly, handing him knife with the same wide smile. “A couple of times…” she grinned and jumped on the counter with ease, grabbing the bottle of wodka Evan just took upstairs with him, opening it and putting it to her full pink lips.
Evan leaned forward again and grabbed the bottle, yanking it out of her well manicured hands. “You’re too young to drink this, you know that.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to whine about everything today, Ev? I drink this all the time; I got a fake ID through my brother’s friend.” Evan walked in front of her, putting his hands on both sides of her long legs, which were only slightly covered by a short pink skirt. “You’re 16 and therefore too young to drink. As your teacher I’m supposed to look after you. End of story.”
As her teacher, Evan obviously knew a lot more about her than just her age. Her name was Cassidy van der Sluys, but over the months he decided that ‘Cassy’ was a ‘cuter’ nickname for her. It was a name which seemed to perfectly fit a pet. She was the daughter of Marcus van der Sluys, a wealthy and very influential Euro-banker. If he’d ever find out his little princess spent more time at his place then she should… it was a thought Evan rather did not think of. Her favourite color was pink, -or so he assumed as she wore her clothes and makeup mostly in this fashion. That did not have to mean much though, because most of the snobby rich twats in his class were dressed in pink. They were all the same. No interest in his stories on the Cold War or the Nazi-regime. “Hell, why should they?” Evan thought more than once while trying to educate his class on Stalin’s regime as simply as possible. They’d inherit their fortunes soon enough – work and intellect were not an issue or interest for many of them.
Cassidy wasn’t much of a perfect student either. She was a loud mouth and obviously had a lot of teen power amongst her peers. She turned sixteen last June. He remembered her birthday thanks to the wild mob of jocks barging in on his Monday-morning class to bring Cassidy roses. She was popular, thanks to her many millions and her stunning beauty. The latter was quite a distraction as she sat right in front of him 3 times a week.
“What is your obsession with knives anyway?” he asked, while studying the blade of the knife before putting it back in its rightful place in the drawer. Cassidy shrugged. “Don’t know, I just like them… Maybe that kinda started a couple of years ago when I accidentally cut my brother when we were fooling around. Sharp things are just… fun.” Evan stepped back towards the girl again, locking her swinging legs against the cupboards. “You’re a sick girl, you know that? And we do not say ‘kinda’, we say ‘kind of’.” His reply was another grin. “I know, I know… so how about that wodka?” Evan laughed. “I’m not giving you any alcohol, young lady!” He laughed even harder looking at her pouty face which had turned to the ground. He gently lifted her head back up with his hand.
“I’ll give you someone else if you behave though…” She looked back at him, slowly forming a naughty smile. “What would that be then, Teach?” Evan felt a spasm in his pants. She hated being called ‘Cassy’ and in return she had named Evan ‘Teach’. However, this had the opposite effect. By now she knew his weak spots well. He moved one of his hands towards her leg, crossing over it towards her thigh. She jumped by the ticklish sensation. Evan stopped his exploring and looked at her giggly face with a straight face. “Now Cassidy, sit still or I’ll have to punish you.” She snickered and spread her legs a little wider before holding still. Evan moved his hand towards the near piece of underwear. “Good girl.”
His hands now reached a soft cotton fabric under the skirt. He loved that subtile distinction between the little rich girls and trailertrash. Trailertrash wore cotton wool and cheap elastic bands for thongs. Rich girls felt different… they wouldn’t settle for anything less than silk and soft, expensive cotton. He wasn’t about to waste too much time on a piece of fabric though, knowing what was hidden behind it. He shoved the underwear aside gently.
While indulging Cassidy in a long, deep kiss he not-so-gently forced his indexfinger inside her still fairly dry pussy. She squeeled and withdrew her face from his. “The fuck?”, she yelled while looking at her teacher slightly pissed off. “Can’t you check if I’m wet first?” He kept his finger well dug inside of her. “Then I suggest you get wet faster” he shrugged indifferently. With a fair amount of friction he moved his finger in and out of her slowly. She wasn’t about to let him continue to do so for long. Locking her legs she pulled his hand off her body irritated.
Evan didn’t justify her defensive behaviour with a reply and simply forced her legs apart again, pulling her towards him harshly. The rough movement caused Cassidy to fall backwards and hit her head on the window. She reached for the pained spot with a groan, while Evan pulled her skimpy top and bra up, revealing a bare chest and a pair of beautiful breasts. She had a C-cup with impeccable round pink nipples which, so Evan already knew, rose to a very decent size when stimulated properly.
He leaned forward taking one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly while moving his right hand to play with the other one. Tweaking it he finally got the reaction he wanted and felt them grow harder and longer by his touch. His sucking got rougher, occaisonally giving a teasing nibble. His left hand went back under her skirt. She had started to lubricate herself now, as his finger slipped in with greater ease than before, causing the girl to gasp. “Are you going to behave now or should I just stop here?” he asked with a sly smile. Her cheeks started to color slightly red. Cassidy nodded and spread her legs wider; answering equally teasing “Will you shut up and fuck me already? I gotta go in 20 minutes.” Evan smiled. “Fucking you? You weren’t behaving just then, were you? I think I’ll just have to punish you by not fucking you today.” Cassidy shot up with a yell. “What? Oh come on! I told you I…”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Evan interrupted her rudely by a slap in the face. “I think I made my point clear. Now lay back down and stay down, you spoiled little bitch.” She gave him a very distinct ‘fuck you’ look but remained silent. Evan was surprised by her submissiveness today. He knew her to be quite different. With that thought he felt like stretching his limits – and stretching something else while at it. He put a second finger on the moist entrance, moving it inside of her gently. Cassidy had relaxed her face and leaned on her arms to hold her body up, letting the window support her head while laying back on his kitchencounter comfortably. As Evan moved his thumb up to tease the little round button she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes contently.
This was his queue to test her for today. Without any sort of warning he inserted the other two and forcefully pushed his four fingers inside as far as possible. He felt the edges of her entrance tighten up around his hand. He had been wanting to fist fuck her for a while now, but her vagina was as stubborn as she was herself. His hands weren’t small either. He figured that with a good amount of force it should be able to stretch enough to let his entire hand in, but Cassidy had made him pay for every time he tried to use her as a piece of elastic. Today wasn’t any different.
Her hand hit him with a loud slap and a coloured print formed on his cheek as she sat up straight. “I fucking told you to stop fucking try to rip me in half, stupid fuck!” Evan rubbed his cheek laughing. Luckily she wasn’t as submissive as he thought. “And I told you to stop saying ‘fuck’ so many times.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically while locking her legs again. Evan figured he tested her enough for today. He didn’t want her to be late either, as much he liked to have her at his disposal for a longer time.
He kissed her once and rubbed his slippery index finger, which had resided inside her wet pussy moments earlier, on her lower lip. He moved it inside her mouth softly while looking at her determined, warning her silently not to pull off any tricks. She held still. “Are you waiting for a hard copy of my permission? Start sucking.” Closing her lips around his fingers, he felt her tongue dance on his skin, cleaning every last drop of her juices. “Good girl, if I had any stickers I would’ve given you one” he grinned sarcastically. “Fuck you” was the only reply he got. His second offer was of a different nature. “Or shall I eat you out instead?”
He met the eyes of a slightly insulted beauty who kept her mouth shut. “Say it.” Evan said mockingly. He had too much fun seeing her a whole lot less cocky as she was during the week in class. Cassidy sat up straight and stretched her arm, digging her nails in his skull and pushing his head down in silence. He decided to oblige and fell to his knees. He teased her enough for now. Pushing up her skirt, he forced her to lay back so he was able to slide off her underwear. He loved the smell and heat which came his way. “The only part of her which is sweet” he thought with a grin before moving his face closer.
He kissed her thighs before moving to the side to kiss her clit. He did so again, this time sucking it a little. He continued to kiss the rest of her pussy, contently licking off the juice left behind on his lips. He loved her taste and he wanted more. Evan let his tongue slide out his mouth moving it over the length of her pussy up towards her clit. He straddled her thighs, seeing more moist escape the little hole and her lips turning deep red. Moving back in, he started licking and sucking her clit more, while moving two fingers back in and out.
Evan knew he had to work her a little faster than usual, as they had about 10 minutes left before she had to leave. He had enough confidence in himself to still give her a mindblowing orgasm within that time. His motions became rougher. He heard Cassidy moan equally louder while her breathing sped up. He could vaguely see how she started to caress her breasts and nipples. He felt his cock push against his pants painfully and cursed himself for not obliging to fuck her. But he had to be strict. After all, he had to teach the little bitch whose boss.
His suction turned stronger while he let his tongue move little circles around the swollen little bud. She spasmed everytime he crossed the button. He felt wetness slide down his fingers and he was positive some was dripping on his clean kitchen floor. Cassidy was moaning loud enough for anyone in the house to hear, luckily they were the only ones in. ´Come already, damn brat” Evan growled at her in his mind while slamming his fingers inside of her, moving to her g-spot.
It had the wanted effect. Evan felt all her muscles tighten around his fingers just before another stream of wetness escaped her during an orgasm, which could have easily been heard by the neighbours with the amount of noise she made. He licked up the remaining juices, swallowing them contently before moving away from her. Cassidy lay back on the counter for a moment catching her breath again. Evan took a clean kitchen towel and threw it on top of her. “Clean yourself up” he yelled back while grabbing both of their coats in the hallway.
When he came back Cassidy sat up straight, rubbing the cloth over her still red and pleased pussy. She threw the soiled towel back at him teasingly. He caught it but let it fall down; he had more to clean up from the floor later anyway. She got off the counter and stepped back in her underwear, then straightening her clothes. “Hurry it up, will you? You said you had to leave quarter to and it’s now nearly ten to, because of your little beautysession.” Cassidy ignored his nagging. She put her hair back up in a neat ponytail using the window for a mirror before turning to him.
“Can you drive me to ballet class? Else I’m going to be late…” she pouted. Evan smiled, he saw that one coming. “Sure. Let’s go.” He put on his coat which he took out together with hers, seen as he already expected her to ask him for a ride. He turned in the doorway to see what took her. He caught her gulping down a big sip of the wodka he had put away for her earlier. She met his punishing eyes with another breathtaking smile and walked past him towards the door. He followed her, rolling his eyes.
Besides the casual sex, Evan en Cassidy shared an extraordinary friendship. Which had started in any even more extraordinary way….

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In The Forests Of The Night (with paragraphs)

This is still my first story, I simply put it into paragraphs the best I could. I’m sure there are still grammatical/spelling errors and I know that some of the content is not logical. However, just enjoy it and leave your comments. Oh and please read the themes first.

Fiction

MY SISTER’S PUNCHING BAG PART 4

This is part 4 to the ongoing saga of Matt & Jessie. Plz read parts 1-3 to catch up. I’ve had a moment of clarity and realized that I don’t care if people mark my stories negative because you had to read it to give it a negative mark. And that’s all a writer wants is to have people read their work, right? Enjoy 🙂

True Story

His Angel part 4

Part four:
The following months would test Amanda’s love for Douglas to the limits. She would soon find out how hard it would be to handle the long weeks of separation.
It was July and he was on the phone telling her he was on his way to California. He most likely will be gone four weeks this time. He knew it would upset her, because so far they have not been apart for more than three weeks at a time.
He chose his words carefully, when he talked to her. “Amanda, I know this is hard on you. I told you it is hard to have a relationship with a trucker. Honey, I do not want you to cry over this. I have a job to do and you know that. ”
Amanda held back the tears and tried not to let him hear her voice quivering. “I know darling. Who said, I have to like it? Why does your company not understand a man needs time for his own love life? Don’t they understand at all?”
In the back of her mind she was screaming, “Why in the hell, did I have to fall in love with a trucker?”
He knew she was crying. “My sweet Amanda, I wish I wish I was holding you. I hate being apart from you just as much. Damn-it, I want I want you! I want to be kissing your lips and caressing that beautiful body of yours. I need to stop talking this way, or I will have one hell of a hard on I still have 400 miles to drive before I can relax and call this a day.”
“She felt that ole tingle of desire. “Well, we both know that your sexy voice has my body already tingling with desire. I am not going to tell you what its doing to me neither or you will have to stop just to relieve yourself. Now, tell me goodbye big guy. I will talk to you later tonight. Drive carefully my sexy blue-eyed devil. Feel my arms around you all along the way. I love you! ”
That night, he called her as he has done, for the past four months. He told her about the beautiful country he has seen on this trip. The laughed, as he told her about a few idiotic drivers he encountered. “Oh Amanda, my Angel, I wish I wish you were with me right now. I cannot stand to be laying here in my lonely bunk without you in my arms. I want to kiss your lips and let my tongue tickle yours. Then I will move down to those tits of yours and squeeze them with my hands. Then suck and bite each nipple. Oh baby do you feel that?”
“Oh honey, I love you! I am laying here in just my lavender nightie. I’m pulling it up, sucking my nipples wishing they were your lips. I want to kiss you and work my way downward until my sweet lips engulf your throbbing cock! I know you love that and you know me, I love sucking cock! ”
She knew her enticing words had him as hard as steel. They had a way of making each other hotter then firecrackers even over the phone. She ran her fingers down through her wet pussy. “I am there baby. I am lying with my head next to your cock. My pussy is within reach of your fingers. I lightly run my teeth down your shaft! I feel your fingers go inside me as your thumb encircles my clit.”
If this conversation were not on his headset, he would have dropped the phone. He loved her sexy voice. He could not talk to her for more than 25 minutes without getting a rise in his Levi’s. “Woman, what are you doing to me? You know I love your mouth on my cock! Suck my cock honey, make your daddy cum!”
She threw back her head and fingered her clit hard. “Do you know what I am using on my pussy? Its ten inches long and something you gave me.”
“Oh my God, you’re using that vibrator, I bought you. Aren’t you? Hot damn, pretend, it’s me fucking you deep and hard. Doll, let me hear you cum! ”
“Yes! I gave my toy the nickname, “Douglas Junior.” I am shoving it hard inside me now. Fuck me baby! Oh, yes, just like that! Ah yes, harder baby, oooh daddy, I‘m cumming! Now, feel my tongue, lips, and teeth going all the way down to the base of your cock. I am sucking you harder. I can feel your cock pulsating about to explode, cum for me!”
“Holy shit, I’m cumming!” Oh you sexy thing, I love what you do for me, even when I am a long distance away. Now, I need to get some shuteye.” However, before I do, I need to tell you something. Guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you! Now listen carefully. I am going to be out of cell phone range for maybe a day or two. I am not sure why, but every time I go through these mountains, it messes up my cell phone. If I can get online, I will talk to you. In the meantime, I will be thinking of you until we talk again. Try and get some sleep and meet me later in dreamland, goodnight my sweet angel.”
“Good-night love, may the angels watch over you until we meet again? See you in dreamland. I love you, sweet dreams.”
She cried after she hung up the phone. She wanted to be lying in his arms. He was not even gone a day and she already missed him terribly. How in the hell was she going to handle four weeks? She laid her head down and drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke, at first she did not know what time it was. As her eyes focused, she looked at the clock, and saw that it was only three am. She lay back down, but did nothing but toss and turn.
She got out of bed and went to her computer, logged on to check emails, and maybe chat. She did not find anything exciting at all. She opened her writing program and looked into some of her stories she was working on. After about thirty minutes, she just could not get into gear for that either. All the erotic words only made her horny for Douglas.
She then puttered back to bed. Removing her nightie lay down naked on the bed and began fantasizing. She wanted her fingers to be his as she tantalized her hot pussy. Soon she came hard, saying his name aloud. The she hugged her pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day everything seemed to go slower then a snails pace. Every time she did something, she’d feel his sexy blue eyes staring at her and a shiver would go up her spine.
She knew his spirit was with her and many times turned around and spoke as if he was there. “Douglas quit tickling me, I am trying to concentrate!” Although like him, she knew his spirit did not listen either.
Around 10:30pm, she finished sending some emails, and logged off the computer. She then took the phone into the bedroom so she would not miss his nightly phone call. As she lay there, she could hear the beating of her own heart. She needed to hear his voice. It made the ending of every day a place of sensual tranquility.
Awhile later, she glanced at the clock and it read midnight. She wondered if he was still driving or had stopped for a bite to eat. She knew he pushed himself too hard. He often fell asleep too exhausted to call her. She felt the tears forming in her eyes again. “Oh darling, I can’t stand this! I want you, I miss you!”
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. All she got was his answering machine. She knew then that his phone was out of range. She went to the computer hoping that maybe he was online. When she did not find him, online her heart sank and she began to cry again. So she returned to bed and started reading her book, hoping that it would relax her enough to sleep.
The next thing she knew the sun was shining through the window awakening her. She looked at the clock, it read 7am. She picked up her cell phone, placed it on the charger. She then went about fixing herself some breakfast. She hoped he would be able to call her today, but decided not to get too upset. After all, he said he might not be able to talk to her for few days,
Time came and went. Three days later, she finally heard from Douglas. When the phone rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin, and then picked it up. “Hello.”
“Hello Doll! Sorry, I could not call before now, but this is the first chance I have had, to use my cell phone!”
“Hi baby! I am so glad to hear your voice. I am fine, now that I hear your voice. Are you ok? Is everything fine? ”
“Yes and no. Now, do not get upset, until I tell you what happened. I just spent the last three days, inside my truck waiting out a nasty humdinger of a storm. I thought it was going to blow my truck away. I could not wait to call you and let you know I am fine. So, how’s my baby doing?”
“I am okay. Where are you?”
Oh, I am somewhere in the middle of New Mexico. On my way to Arizona, this should take about three more days. I will call when I can. I love you. ”
“I love you too! I miss you something fierce! When will you be coming this way again?”
Now, you know I have no idea when that will be. I should be there in about a week or two if I am lucky. We will be together as soon as I can get a run down your way. I gotta get rolling honey. I love you, bye.”
She uttered a goodbye in the phone and once again fought back the tears. “You knew this would happen, he is a trucker.” Now, all she needed was a way to come to terms with things.
One Friday evening, the phone rang around 8pm. When she learned, it was him, she was elated. She just knew he was going to tell her, he would be seeing her by the middle of next week. It was four weeks from the day he left. “Hi baby. I bet you’re glad, this run is almost done, and I cannot wait to see you next week! ”
“Whoa baby, hold the phone! Something has come up, and I won’t be there next week. That’s why I am calling you, at this odd hour of the day. I am headed back up north and I am not sure, when they will have me come down your way again. You know, I cannot always be where I want to be. Please understand that. I hate it, as much as you do. I wanted to see you again, so bad I can taste your kiss on my lips. I wanted to make love to you all night long! Now, don’t start crying I cannot handle it when you cry. ”
“Damn-it Douglas, why do I always have to wait to hold you in my arms? Why can’t you tell them to let you come this way first?”
“Honey, I have to go where they say. They almost never listen to me I told you that. I’m sorry. I don’t like it either. Sometimes, I cannot help it. I have a job to do. Maybe you should think about seeing other men, that way you will not feel so lonely. Think it over doll. I will call you again late tonight, when I know we are alone. I love you my sexy green-eyed angel.”
“I do not want to go out with other men. I want only you! I will think about it, ok? I love you my sexy blue-eyed devil. Talk to you later tonight, bye baby!”
She knew she was not handling things at all. The more she thought about it, the more she asked herself this question; “Was she really cut out to be a trucker’s girlfriend?” She needed to be touched and to make love more then once every three weeks. She pandered asking him to change for her, but knew that if she did it would drive them apart.
She then thought about calling the guy who has been bugging her to go out. He wanted a casual relationship with maybe a little sex, with no strings attached. She decided not too and once again cried herself to sleep.
The next thing she heard was the phone ringing. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hello.”
“Hello honey. I’m sorry that I did not call you at 11pm. I fell asleep. I am so tired I can’t see straight.”
She sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes again, and asked, “What time is it, anyway?”
“Two am doll. I just wanted to hear your sweet voice. You were quite upset earlier and I wanted to make sure you are okay.”
“I am alright, just tired. Let’s go back to sleep and talk tomorrow, alright? I love you good-bye.”
“Ok. God, I wish you were here in my arms. I love you, talk to you tomorrow, good-night baby.”
She then laid her head back down, wanting to drift off to sleep again. The more she tried the further awake she became. She sat upright in bed and shouted, “Douglas, why can’t you be with me like I want you to be. Oh baby—WHY?”
She then walked to her computer and opened her writing program. She was not sure, what she would write. Sometimes, when she was troubled, she could put her thoughts down in poetry. Writing always calmed her tattered spirit.
“Teardrops of an Angel”
His Angel spoke softly as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek.
“Oh my darling, I miss you, my arms ache wanting to hold you!”
His Angel wiped away another tear then blew him a lover’s kiss
“My lips beg to kiss you and light then fire of love I have for you.”
His Angel bowed her head she wanted him lying next to her.
“My heart yearns for you it rhythmic beating saying I love you.’
His Angel desperately wanted resolution to her many questions.
“I know I love you and you love me, but will our love survive?”
His Angel enjoys life and all the things that bring her happiness.
“My motto, take each day one step at a time and try not to worry.”
His Angel smiled and chucked because tomorrow was here now.
“Oh-my-god, I just remembered things I forgot to do yesterday.”
His Angel wanted her life to return to normal and be at peace.
“When is my life going to make me feel loved, secure, and happy?”
His Angel looked for a man who would love despite her flaws.
“I will never be second in his life behind his family or his job!”
His Angel awoke in the night and her loneliness overtook her.
“Why can’t I do anything, but sit here and cry out your name.”
His Angel felt her desires rise and wanted to feel cock inside her.
“Honey, I can’t go three weeks without you making love to me!”
His Angel was hurt when she heard him speak these words.
“I do not own you go and find a man to fill the void in your life.”
His Angel told him that she has done that and even fucked them.
“I cried when he left because I have betrayed my love for you.”
His Angel told him she loved him regardless of the circumstances.
“But to be truthful I cannot say that I will love you in the future.”
His Angel added that she also had a fear falling for someone else.
“A guy who was their all the time and it would hurt you my love!”
His Angel reached out into the darkness of her room and uttered.
“Hold me tight, be my friend, love me, and don’t ever let me go!”
His Angel knew she had to come to terms with all of this and said.
“Destiny will decide if our love is meant to be it will be!”
She edited the poem then emailed to Douglas. Their future was uncertain, but her love for him would always be there.

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